Mar 142007
 

“This is worse than pledge week,” Cassie said. The airport was a chaotic mess of flesh, suitcases and designer T-shirts. Hundreds of impatient kids were all in a hurry to get to taxis, beaches and hotels, but no one knew where the fuck he was going. People bounced off one another, screaming at the top of their lungs for some sort of direction. Cassie shuddered to think of what these people would be like once they had a few — or a lot of — beers in them.

Outside the terminal, Cassie looked for her ride. For one brief moment, she worried that maybe they wouldn’t be waiting here for her. Maybe it was all one big joke that some asshole played on wannabe submissives like herself. This thought didn’t come from an overly pessimistic worldview; rather, it was a reaction to the idea that there were people in the world as eager as she was to be as kinky.

A huge weight lifted from her shoulders as she saw the sign, a simple white board with her name on it. A woman was holding it up. The weight was replaced with a delicious shiver. Having her name there for everyone to see made her feel that she really was a submissive, not just a girl with a sore wrist and a secret library.

The only thing that bothered her was that there were other names on the list: Danielle, Melinda and Alisha. Cassie had known she wasn’t going to be the only person coming, but somehow she had hoped she was.

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Cassie wondered which one was holding up the board. The woman was a tall brunette wearing a red one-piece swimsuit. Her hair was tied into a long braid that swung down her back as she turned her head. She wore black sunglasses that covered her face like a blindfold.

“Hi, I’m Cassie.”

The woman lowered her sign. “Welcome to Cancun. You’re the last to arrive. My name is Julia.”

Cassie scanned the sign and confirmed that Julia’s name wasn’t listed.

“Is there a problem?” Julia asked.

Cassie straightened her back and lowered her chin just as the submissives did in stories she had read. “No, ma’am.”

“Good, fall in line, and let’s go,” Julia said.

Cassie looked where Julia was pointing and saw three other girls standing nervously. In the raucous crowd of carefree students on spring break, the tense, stiff girls stood out like geeks at a frat party. Cassie brought her bag with her and joined the line that was already following Julia to the parking lot. Instead of enjoying the beauty of the Caribbean sun, Cassie stole looks at her fellow submissives.

In front was a beautiful blonde wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Men might have noticed her slender body or her long, perfect hair that must have taken an hour to get right, but what Cassie noticed were her clothes. Her shoes were adorable white Cole-Haans, her sundress existed only in catalogs Cassie couldn’t afford to browse, much less buy from, and her shoulder bag was a Gucci. If BDSM took place at a chateau, Cassie had a feeling this girl had grown up in one.

The next girl in line was a brunette with very stylish short hair. Her arms rippled with muscles, and her thighs were equally defined. She wore a plain white tank top and shorts of a streamlined style that Cassie suspected the girl needed for marathons. She kept walking faster than the line permitted, and Cassie could tell she was becoming frustrated with the others’ slow pace.

The girl in front of Cassie was African American, wearing khaki shorts and a T-shirt that listed 13 ways a Mac was sexier than a PC. Cassie couldn’t believe her eyes. She had never read a story with an African-American submissive, and she was finding it a little hard to comprehend. Didn’t African-Americans hate BDSM because of slavery? What was it like being in a minority and also embracing a lifestyle that everyone thought of as deviant? Cassie was dying to ask the girl questions, but she was afraid of coming across as a bigot or something. The girl carried her bag in one hand and snapped pictures with a digital camera in the other.

She forgot all about the girls in line when she saw him. He was the dom, she just knew it. He was leaning against a car, his arms crossed as though the world was ten minutes late just to annoy him. His blue polo shirt and baggy khaki shorts screamed “tourist,” but his confident smile was more like that of a pirate coming in for shore leave. The one thing that struck her as odd was his hair. It was a black mess of curls that looked as though it had never seen a brush. Cassie had thought all doms were immaculate metrosexuals.

When Julia came near him, he slipped his arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a brief kiss, but you could see the affection in his eyes. It was only then that Cassie noticed the wedding rings on both of their hands.

“Hello, ladies,” the man said. “My name is Kevin, and you’ve already met Julia.”

“Hello,” the girls managed to mumble. Cassie was surprised that even the blonde seemed suddenly shy.

“I see that you’re a little nervous,” Kevin said. “That’s OK. Before we go any further, I want you to know that arrangements have been made for a hotel room in case you decide to leave. It’s not the greatest room, and you would all have to share, but it’s available as a place to stay if you decide to chicken out.”

Kevin paused, and none of the girls said anything. Cassie didn’t know what they were thinking, but the thought of an escape option filled her with dread. If the girls were free to leave, did that also mean Kevin was free to kick them out?

“Julia, put their bags in the trunk,” Kevin said. He opened the back door to the car like a chauffeur. “Ladies, please get in the back seat. Don’t worry about the lack of room; just squeeze right in. Oh, and tell me your names as you get in, please.”

The blonde was first. She handed her bag to Julia as though she were a servant and offered her hand to Kevin. To Cassie’s surprise, Kevin shook it.

“Danielle Sullivan,” she said. “I promise to be the best submissive you have ever met.”

“You will be, Danielle, or you will pay for your false advertising.” Kevin’s smile seemed so cheerful that Cassie wasn’t sure whether that was a threat.

“My name is Melinda,” the brunette said, “I don’t make any promises, but I will do my best.”

Kevin nodded. “Your best is a good place to start.”

“My name is Alisha,” the black girl said. “But my blog name is Dark Plaything. Either works for me.”

“Let’s see what names I come up with for you this week,” Kevin said.

Cassie tried to think of something clever to say, but her mind was completely blank. Shaking his hand as Danielle had seemed wrong, yet she felt a need to show respect. She lowered her head as she had seen in slave pictures and simply said, “Cassie.”

Kevin reached for her chin and lifted her head up to face him. “Hello, Cassie. Look at me when you talk to me, OK?”

She wanted to say, ‘Yes, master’ or ‘Yes, sir,’ or any of a dozen elegant responses. Instead, all she could do was nod.

“Good, now squeeze in with your housemates.”

It was a tight fit. Cassie’s round butt did not help the situation any. She could hear Danielle groaning next to the other car door as the girls compacted to make room. It made Cassie terribly self-conscious about her weight, but somehow she couldn’t summon the usual shame. She had just met Kevin, and he had touched her! Her mind was racing with the pornographic possibilities of what would happen next.

To Cassie’s surprise, Kevin got in the front passenger seat while Julia drove. All of her boyfriends had insisted on driving as if it were some sort of machismo thing. Kevin, though, seemed content to sit while his sub drove. Cassie reasoned that maybe he didn’t feel a need to prove his masculinity.

As if he were reading her mind, Kevin half-turned in his seat to look at the girls. Cassie blushed and hoped he couldn’t tell what she was thinking by some sort of body language. What she couldn’t understand was why the other girls were blushing, too.

“All right, girls,” he began, “while Julia drives us through scenic Cancun, let me explain the rules of the house. Pay close attention because breaking the rules will result in corrections, and my corrections are not the kind you will secretly crave.”

“First, this is my vacation, so do not give me any drama. If you annoy me, I will ask you to leave, and you will not be invited back.”

“Second, you must do as I say as long as it does not cause you harm. If I tell you to go dive in a pool, and you can’t swim, then you can refuse and tell me why. Other than that, though, I expect a high level of obedience. I’m your dom, not your boyfriend.”

“With that in mind, I would like for all of you to take off your shirts and any bras you may be wearing.”

Cassie looked out the window. They were stopped at a traffic light, and crowds of vacationing students were standing around. The car windows weren’t tinted, and being up against the door as she was, she knew that anyone could clearly see her.

“No problem, sir,” Melinda said. She pulled her shirt off to reveal a white sports bra. She reached behind her to take the bra off and ended up elbowing Alisha and Cassie beside her.

“That’s what I like to see,” Kevin said.

Oh, that couldn’t do. Cassie whipped her shirt off next. Danielle and Alisha followed her lead, tossing their shirts to the floor of the car. Danielle wasn’t wearing a bra, so she didn’t have to do any of the cramped contortionist acts that the other girls did. Cassie instantly disliked Danielle’s smug look when she was topless first.

Cassie had her own problems, though. She twisted toward the window to reach her bra hook and looked out at a group of guys standing on the corner. Their eyes bulged as they took in her well-filled-out white bra. She hesitated in removing it, and the guys started to chant. Their cries for her to take it off were humiliating, but she unclasped it anyway. She put her hands in front of her breasts to cover them as the bra fell away. Mercifully, the light changed, and Julia drove away from the boys.

“Cassie, no hiding,” Kevin said.

She nodded and removed her hands. She could feel Alisha’s breasts pressing against hers in the cramped backseat. The girls kept shifting, trying to find a way to sit comfortably, but all it was doing was making them aware of how much bare flesh was touching other flesh.

“Let’s continue,” Kevin said. “The third rule is that everyone must do her job. The beach house we rented is on the large side, and we declined the maid-service option. You’ll be our maids for the week. We’ll work up a schedule and assign jobs to each of you. Enjoy your service, ladies; there will be rewards for those who do the best.”

Cassie shivered at what those rewards could be.

“Fourth rule is no other boys or girls. I know there are a lot of hot people here but let’s keep it in house. Behave well, and you’ll get more sex than you can handle.”

The car stopped at another traffic light. Kevin looked at the packed streets and then turned back to the girls. “Let’s get those pants off now. In fact, I want you completely nude.”

Oh, God, Cassie thought. There was a guy standing literally a foot away from her window. He had already taken a step back to get a better look at her tits. What would he do when he saw her taking off her pants?

This time it was Alisha who acted first. She lifted her hips and unbuttoned her shorts. It started a chain reaction as the other girls rose to do the same. Whatever hesitation Cassie had was lost as she rushed to keep up with the other girls. She did not want Kevin to think she was the most reluctant.

The four girls writhed and squirmed as they struggled with their clothes. First came the shorts, slipping off their bottoms and down their legs — and then stopping at the shoes they’d all forgotten to take off. Shoes bounced along the floorboards, followed quickly by discarded shorts.

Underneath, all four girls wore the bright-red thongs that had come with their acceptance letters. Cassie felt an unexpected surge of arousal at the sight of the other thongs. For a brief moment, she lost that feeling of competition and instead felt kinship with her fellow submissives. They had all answered the ad, filled out the questionnaire and masturbated like crazy on the plane. Just like she had.

Danielle wiggled out of her thong first, but Cassie felt that had more to do with her being so damn thin than eagerness. Melinda tossed hers off next, while Cassie and Alisha got their thongs down their curvy asses last.

Cassie glanced out the window to see that the guy outside had his camera out! Her face burned bright red as he snapped more photos of the naked girls inside. When Julia pulled the car away, the guy actually waved!

“Are we going to get arrested?” Danielle asked. “My dad would just die!”

Kevin laughed. “Being totally nude is frowned upon here, but usually tolerated. Spring break makes too much money for the police to harass tourists. Besides, this week I want you more afraid of me than your father.”

It was Danielle’s turn to blush. “Right, sorry.”

“Where was I?” Kevin said.

“Fifth rule,” Julia said.

“Oh, yes,” Kevin replied. “No bitch-fighting. You ladies don’t have to be friends, but you’re going to be spending a lot of time together, and I am not a goddamn referee. This isn’t a reality show; you don’t get any extra time for fighting. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” the girls said together, except for Cassie who still couldn’t quite find her voice. She nodded when Kevin looked at her.

“Well, that was half-hearted,” Kevin said. Julia laughed. “Let’s see what we can do about that. Danielle, with your right hand reach between Melinda’s thighs and stroke her cunt.”

“Seriously?” Danielle asked.

Kevin’s smiling eyes darkened in the space of an eye blink. “Yes, seriously.”

Alisha let out a breath that sounded like a gasp. Cassie knew exactly how she felt. The coldness with which he said that was like a vibrator to her libido. She felt an instant dampening between her thighs.

Danielle looked at Melinda almost in apology and then placed a hand on the other girl’s cunt. Melinda swallowed hard as Danielle’s fingers nestled between her lips. She must not have hated it too much, for she spread her thighs as far as she could in the cramped space to give Danielle room.

“There we go,” Kevin said. “Now, Melinda, reach to your right and stroke Alisha’s cunt. Alisha, I want you to stroke both Melinda and Cassie. Cassie, return the favor and stroke Alisha’s cunt.”

Cassie shuddered as Alisha’s hand moved between her thighs. Cassie hiked her leg onto the armrest, and Alisha’s hand went straight to her cunt. A shudder ran through Cassie’s body as feminine fingers not her own touched her clitoris for the first time. What had often been a secret masturbatory fantasy had suddenly become reality.

Cassie’s hand reached for Alisha’s cunt only to find that Melinda’s hand was already there. Their fingers danced over each other as they tried to serve their purpose. Silently, they divided Alisha’s cunt. Cassie was given the clit while Melinda’s probing fingers explored the pussy lips. By the quaking of Alisha’s thighs, Cassie could tell Alisha approved of their division. This was reinforced by Alisha’s faster pace in stroking Cassie.

“What about me?” Danielle asked.

Kevin laughed. “Aren’t you a greedy slut? I should make you go without for questioning my order, but instead I’ll let you consider that your first and only warning. Would you like a hand on your cunt?”

“Yes, please,” Danielle said.

“Melinda, left hand on Danielle’s cunt.”

“Yes, sir,” Melinda said.

“Good,” Kevin said. “Is everyone comfortable? I see that Danielle and Cassie have a hand free. Ladies, go ahead and use that hand to finger yourself. Or better yet, show the hand already on your cunt how you like it.”

Cassie heard one of the girls giggle, but she wasn’t sure which one. It was infectious and made her want to giggle, too. Or maybe it was just the incredibly naughty suggestion of showing another girl how she liked to be stroked. It was this lightheartedness that gave her the courage to do just that. She reached for Alisha’s hand, which had been doing a good job on its own, and slowed down the pace. Her hand overlapping Alisha’s, together they stroked her cunt lips with just the right rhythm: slow on the way down, fast on the way up.

The smell of pussy filled the car. Cassie wondered if that were what the beach villa was going to smell like. Four wet cunts — five counting Julia — would make everything smell like pussy. It was getting into her skin, her hair and clothes. Cassie was going to smell like wet pussy for days, and she couldn’t explain why the thought of it made her so damn hot. When she realized the smell of cock might be in that mix, she almost climaxed right there.

“Keep stroking, girls,” Kevin said. He kept watching them. His eyes scanned each in turn, focusing on one girl as she moaned, focusing on another as she writhed. When he looked at Cassie, she just couldn’t meet his gaze. She looked down at Alisha’s stroking hand or toward the other girls twisting in their seats. Even looking out the window at a shocked peeping tourist was easier than seeing Kevin look at her while she masturbated. It was just too much intensity for her to handle.

“Harder,” Melinda demanded. Cassie felt Alisha tense as she tried to meet Melinda’s demand. Kevin turned his attention to Melinda, which made Cassie relax enough to lean forward and steal a glance. What she saw just made her squirm in her seat.

Melinda was going to climax. Her eyes were clenched tight, and her teeth were biting down on her pink lip. Melinda’s arms were shaking, and she was stroking her partners faster and harder as if it were her own cunt she was stroking. Danielle’s and Alisha’s fingers were in Melinda’s cunt, penetrating and filling her cunt. Melinda’s thighs kept trying to close and yet stay open at the same time. What fascinated Cassie was how Melinda’s hips were thrusting, trying to meet the fingers inside her as they fucked her.

“Fuck!” Melinda wailed. It was just one word, but she dragged it out for a full ten seconds of orgasmic bliss. Her cry started as a baritone and finished as a soprano. Cassie had never been jealous of an orgasm before.

“Very nice, Melinda,” Kevin said. Now Cassie had another reason to be jealous of that climax. “Everyone stop stroking now.”

A chorus of disappointed groans was his answer.

“Now, now, no pouting,” he said. Judging by his smile, Cassie suspected that he wouldn’t mind a little more pouting. Not that she was going to be the one to test that theory.

“Since you all have rather messy fingers, you should clean them,” he said. “No, Alisha, not on your clothes. Use your mouth. I want each of you to lick your fingers clean.”

There was a moment of hesitation. This time it was Alisha who acted first. She took her left hand, the one that had helped get Melinda off, and slid it right into her mouth. The other girls quickly followed her lead. The smell of pussy was joined now by the sound of sucking mouths.

Cassie licked her right hand first. It was the first time she had ever really tasted herself. She tried to think of descriptions she had read in the past about pussy eating and compare it to what she was tasting. She couldn’t quite describe it to herself, but she had to admit that she could see why her boyfriends never complained about going down on her.

Then she tasted the hand that had been on Alisha. That tasted delicious.

“Here we are,” Julia said. Cassie looked out the window at the gorgeous house. It was two stories and narrow, but it was pure white and glowed in the Caribbean sun. Wide windows surrounded the house and a wide deck faced the ocean. It looked like every other beach place here, but inside, it would have delights undreamed of in any other beach place.

“Come on, girls,” Kevin said. “Get out of the car and line up at the door. And don’t you dare put on any of your clothes.”

Cassie couldn’t believe her ears. She looked out the window and saw people and cars on the street, just 20 feet away. Kevin couldn’t possibly expect them to just walk out in the nude?

“Open the door,” Alisha said beside her. Cassie could tell the other girl was just as nervous as she was, but it was up to Cassie to actually open the door. Not even Danielle had opened her door yet.

“O would already be at the house,” Cassie whispered to herself. She opened the door and stepped out onto the hot driveway. Her concerns about being nude were quickly forgotten as she had to deal with the more pressing problem of sun-baked concrete burning her feet. She ran down the driveway and up the porch steps. Before she could reach for the door, Kevin held his hand up to stop her.

In his hand was a simple steel chain with a tiny padlock. It was a collar!

“Cassie,” Kevin said, “before you step into my house, do you agree to obey all of my rules and submit to my commands to the best of your ability?”

For once, Cassie found her voice. “I do, sir.”

Kevin slipped the chain around her neck and closed the lock. The chain was lighter than she’d expected, but she felt every link. It was her first collar, and if she wore it only for a week, she would remember it for the rest of her life.

“Welcome to my house, Cassie,” Kevin said.

To be continued,

  10 Responses to “Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Two”

  1. Melinda’s thighs kept trying to close and yet stay open at the same time.

    This is an amazingly perfect description. :)

  2. Thanks Wordslut. I think you may described the feeling to me once or twice :)

  3. Red velvet- It’s all about the build up :)

  4. Yummy… and I have to take a very long walk now. *fans self*

  5. t’sade- Thanks, take a big fan :)

  6. Oh my… So glad I found your blog

  7. sarengetty- Welcome aboard. I’m glad you found it.

  8. God, I’m loving this story! Thanks for feeding my fantasies!

  9. emmie- Feeding fantasies is vital for growing libidos :)

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