Mar 162007
 

Cassie fell into bed exhausted. Her limbs ached and her back hurt in places that she had never felt before. The sheets were simple cotton, but to her worn-out body, it was the softest of fabrics. Beside her, Danielle fell into the double bed with the same groan of relief.

“I can’t fucking believe I came to Cancun to mop floors,” she bitched.

Alisha was lying in the other double bed opposite Cassie and Danielle’s. The girl groaned as she rolled over to her side and looked at her two roommates. Cassie watched as Alisha twice started to say something and twice stopped herself. Outside their window, the girls could hear the crashing sounds of the ocean. Finally, Alisha said what was on her mind.

“I have to agree. Julia made me start over with the cooking twice before she let me finish those steaks. I didn’t sign up for this just to be a cook.”

Danielle tried to sit up and failed. “Ouch! We didn’t even get to go outside! We spent the whole time cleaning, cooking and scrubbing!”

“It’s like he just wanted free maids,” Alisha said.

The sound of bedsprings creaking echoed through the floor. The walls shook. Upstairs, Kevin and Julia were fucking the hell out of Melinda. The girls couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but they could hear that a vigorous threesome was occurring and they weren’t a part of it.

“Melinda figured out a way to get some,” Cassie said.

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“That’s the most you’ve said all day,” Danielle snapped. “I thought you were mute or something.”

“Mutes can’t speak at all,” Alisha said. “Cassie’s just shy.”

“Yeah,” Cassie said, although she didn’t think it was true. She was the clown in her circle of friends, and she’d asked her last boyfriend out instead of waiting for him to make a move. Why was she so shy now when this was supposed to be the thing she always dreamed about?

“What did Melinda do better than the rest of us?” Alisha asked.

Danielle snorted. “She had an easy job. She just had to do laundry. And I noticed she didn’t wash any of our clothes. All she had to do was wash and iron Kevin’s and Julia’s clothes.”

The girls paused as a long, sensuous moan crawled down to their room from downstairs.

“I nearly screamed when Kevin invited her to his bedroom,” Alisha said.

“Screamed?” Danielle sneered. “Kevin’s not worth screaming about. He had four willing girls all day long, and all he did was make us do chores! What kind of weirdo does that?”

“It’s to teach us humility,” Cassie said. She blushed as the other girls looked at her. The idea seemed so foreign to them that she was embarrassed to have known about it.

“How do you know that?” Alisha asked.

“It’s … it’s what happens in stories,” Cassie said. “You know, the subs always have to do humiliating things that don’t involve sex. It’s to test whether they are really submissive and willing to do anything, no matter if it interests them or not.”

Alisha’s eyes lit up. “Oh, cool! So this was like a test of our obedience! I bet Melinda was the best, like she did her chores with a smile.”

Danielle wasn’t convinced. “You can’t test our obedience by boring us! If he’d asked me to do anything, I would have done it. I’ve never turned down a boyfriend’s request for anything.”

Looking at Danielle and her long thin body and straight blond hair, Cassie had a feeling that boys had no problem coming up with things for Danielle to do.

“The boredom is the test,” Cassie said. “It also makes you more grateful for the sex you do get because you know the alternative is doing more dishes.”

“Fuck me!” Melinda screamed from upstairs.

The girls looked at one another and then burst into giggles.

“I guess you’re right,” Alisha said. “Where did you learn all this? I never picked this sort of thing up reading blogs.”

Before Cassie could answer, Danielle interrupted. “What’s a blog?”

“It’s an online journal,” Alisha said. “I keep one about my submissive fantasies. I am going to blog this whole trip. It’s going to make an awesome post!”

“You’re not going to tell everyone about what I do!” Danielle snapped. Cassie was curious about Danielle’s genuine fear. Cassie didn’t think a pretty girl like Danielle would fear anything.

“Don’t worry,” Alisha said. “I’ll give everyone pseudonyms. Nobody who blogs uses real names. It’s all anonymous. It’s how we can express our true selves, because we know we can do it without shame.”

“So you tell true stories without ever saying who you really are?” Danielle asked.

Alisha seemed uncertain. “Yes. Kind of. Umm, Cassie, you were going to tell us how you knew about the chores.”

The creaking of the bedsprings upstairs picked up in pace. The girls couldn’t help imagining how frenzied the fucking must be. Underneath the covers Cassie and Danielle shared, Cassie could feel Danielle’s thighs parting.

“Well, it’s just stuff I’ve read in stories,” Cassie said. “It comes up a lot. Submission isn’t all about great sex and spankings and stuff. It’s about giving up control and doing things you don’t want just to please your dom.”

“But I could please him in much better ways than just cleaning floors!” Danielle snapped.

“Not really,” Cassie said. “Doms aren’t guys who just want to have kinky sex. They have to have control. They want to know you’ll suffer for them just because they say so.”’

“She’s right,” Alisha said. “A lot of the dom blogs I read talk about that. I should have remembered it myself. Doms are control freaks. One dom took down his blog just because his ex-girlfriend left some comments he didn’t like. He would rather shut everything down than not be in control.”

Danielle laid back in bed and sighed. “This BDSM stuff is complicated.”

Upstairs, Melinda started screaming “Ow, ow, ow, ow.” Cassie wondered what delicious torment Melinda was suffering. Was it a spanking? Some sort of rough bondage? Cassie hoped it was teeth; Julia and Kevin both biting down on Melinda’s nipples. Just like they were going to do to Cassie one night.

“Right now it seems to be pretty simple for Melinda,” Alisha said. “Nothing for us to do except try to get some sleep.”

“Can you get the light?” Danielle said.

Alisha groaned.

“I’ll do it,” Cassie said. She pulled her exhausted body out of bed and walked over to the light switch. The small bedroom seemed so large when every step hurt.

Turning off the light plunged the room into a blue kind of darkness. The moon peeked through the open window, making the sheets glow. Cassie walked back to the bed she shared with Danielle and slipped under the covers. Their naked skin touched briefly before Danielle scooted away. Cassie sighed. The moving away felt like a rejection, especially with the loud sex that was occurring without her upstairs.

“Goodnight,” Alisha said, and the rejection lessened just a little.

“Goodnight,” Cassie said.

“ ’Night,” Danielle said, a little quieter than the others, but Cassie appreciated it.

“Oh, God!” Melinda screamed upstairs.

To be continued,

  18 Responses to “Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Three”

  1. Lovely character development. Reminds me of some lines from one of my favorite (non-BDSM) book, Paksenarrion, similar idea in a much different context. Still looking forward to the next bit, I can see some characters I’m beginning to really like.

  2. t’sade- Thank you. I know it was this chapter that really made me excited about writing these characters. This is the moment they became real for me.

  3. I am loving this series. You have such a gift for writing!!!!! Can’t wait for the next installment! Hugs!

  4. Teahcer- Thanks :)Next installment is Monday :)

  5. Moremoremore!

    Excellently written.

    –The Asian Librarian. ;)

  6. Asian Librarian- Thanks :)How does 10 more parts sound to you?

  7. I want all 10 parts right away.

    Yeah I know…. I’m greedy. Is that bad?

  8. I’m with Lara! The 10 parts are great, but I want them now!

    –Asian librarian

  9. Lara- Ah greedy subs. Aren’t they all greedy subs? :)

    Asian Librarian- But if you get them all now, what’s to bring you back tomorrow? :)

  10. Why, to re-read them, of course! :)

    –Asian Librarian

  11. Thanks so much for your stories. Cell Phone Slave is one of my all time favorites and this is shaping up as a greate sequel.

  12. Asian Librarian- Hmm, you’ve got me thinking about the re-read value of stories. Do readers go back later and re-read my longer stories?

    Anonymous- Thank you very much :)

  13. You asked: Do readers go back later and re-read my longer stories?

    You’re fishing for compliments, Shon. Of course readers go back and re-read your longer stories.

    Me? I tend to go back and re-read particular installments.

    Sorry I’ve been out of touch lately, but it’s picture-taking time in this part of the world.

    And yeah, my own blog is woefully behind the times.
    Keep writing, dear.
    Hammon.

  14. Hammon- lol, I didn’t mean to come across as fishing. Personally, I think there is maybe two writers that I re-read when it comes to porn. I don’t know if its because my memory is too good to really enjoy a re-read or if I have some sort of one-use consumption attitude.

  15. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read Cell Phone Slave. It was my first real glimpse into this kind of world and it’s kind of like comfort porn to me.

  16. Emmie- Awww, I had no idea. Thanks for telling me that.

  17. I re-read a lot of my favourite stories.

    As for Cell Phone Slave, I loved it the first time around but I found that it really doesn’t work on re-read, and that’s because of the Chris sideline you worked in there. It’s great for suspense the first time through the story, but once you know the resolution, it’s just a big distraction in the middle of the best part of the story. :( However, I’m not sure the story would work so well with Wesley alone. So basically I just re-read my favourite scenes from that story occasionally.

  18. eyes- That’s an interesting thought on re-reading Chris. One of the few types of books I do re-read is mysteries, so I personally never get tired of rereading the red herrings; but I can see where to re-readers, Chris is a big fat speed bump. And a poopyhead.

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