Ye Olde Water Faire – 03 The Race by The_Technician
You don’t have to win the swim race, but you really don’t want to lose because the losers are thrown to the sharks. , The Water Faire is a BDSM sales Faire run by a mysterious Hans Dunkler.
There are four major events at the Faire, the Dolphin Rides, The Carousel, The Race, and the Ferris Wheel. The four segments stand more or less on their own but make much more sense if you read them in order.
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I was already entered in the swimming race, so all I had to do was show up and get a number. Since there were too many of us to assign one to each lane, they just painted a big number on our backs and told us to not drown each other.
There were about fifty or so of us in the race. At least, the highest number I saw was fifty-three. With that many in the pool turning around for the second half of the lap gets really interesting. Basically you have to take a really deep breath and then swim under water until you are clear of everyone coming toward you and you can come to the surface. Then you swim like hell until you reach the other end and do the same thing all over again.
This year, Herr Dunkler made an improvement on the swimming tank. It didn’t make any difference for the Dolphin Ride, but on the back side of the tank, there is a below-ground area with big windows in it. He already has several cameras mounted in the walls and in the floor of the tank so he captures video of everyone swimming past or over or whatever, but some people like to see with their own eyes. You don’t have to crowd down into the dugout area to watch the swimmers close up. All of the cameras are displayed on big screens hanging high in the tent all around the outside of the pool area.
Last year Master bought a video of all the camera stuff. He showed me where I swam over one of the cameras while I was underwater and doing a frog kick. He had me watching it while he fucked me doggie style. It really turned me on to watch my cunt opening and closing as I swam. I think Master knew it would have that effect. He was ramming really hard into me when I lost it and had a screaming, shaking orgasm. When I came back to my senses, I was flat on the blanket on the floor with Master still inside me.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.
After I said, “Yes,” he said, “Next year, try not to think about all the people who will be watching your cunt as you swim past the cameras.”
I really wish he hadn’t said that because it stuck in my brain. Now, in addition to not getting run over by the leaders, I have to worry about having an orgasm from the thought of thousands of people looking at my cunt as I swim over the cameras.
As the time to start approached, we all stood along the edge of the pool. With that many people we were at least three deep. Everyone was trying to push forward, but the biggest, strongest slaves were at the front and that wasn’t going to happen.
Finally Herr Dunkler got up onto his platform and yelled out, “Masters and Mistresses, Doms and Messieurs, all bets are now made and the race is ready to begin. Slaves, this is a no safeword event. If you lose you will be thrown to the sharks and there is nothing you or your Master can do to stop it. If you understand that, please raise your right hand so we have video evidence of your agreement to a no safeword event.”
He waited a moment for all of us to raise our right hand. A couple raised their left hand, but someone standing near them corrected them. Then Herr Dunkler addressed the Masters and Mistresses. “If any of the owners of these slaves did not understand that this was a no safeword event, you may withdraw your slave now and the entry fee will be returned.”
He paused a moment and then raised a starter pistol into the air. “The race,” he said loudly, “is five complete laps up and down the pool. You will start when I fire my pistol.” He waited a few seconds and fired the starter pistol.
Everyone in front immediately dove into the pool. The next row back dove in as soon as there was clear water. I was with the third wave of people diving in. As I started swimming I could hear splashes as a couple people dove in behind me. I wasn’t worried. Five full laps up and down this pool was a lot of swimming and I wasn’t trying to win. I was just trying to come in before the shark bell sounded.
I swam pretty well and had gotten up just behind the lead swimmers by the time we finished the first full lap. But then, just as I was getting to where I could turn around I felt a hand on my back pushing me under the water. A big hyper-ripped male slave swam right over me. He turned and pushed off from the wall and pushed me all the way down to the bottom of the tank.
Luckily for me, I had just taken a deep breath in preparation for the turnaround and underwater swim. And unlucky for the jerk male slave, I am a very good– and fast– underwater swimmer. I can swim almost as fast under water as on top… not that I swim all that fast on top the water.
In any case, I did a turnaround under water and pushed off as hard as I could. Then I swam faster, I think, than I had ever swum under water before. My lungs were ready to burst, but I kept going and caught up with him under water while he was just starting to swim on the surface. I reached up and grabbed him right at the base of his prick and ball sac.
He stopped swimming immediately and started floundering in the water. I used my hand hold to pull myself forward and came up in front of him and started swimming like mad. He was right behind me screaming and yelling, but I had gotten enough of a lead that I made it to the opposite side and turned around before he got there. I decided that it would probably be best to change lanes, so I kicked off the wall and swam at an angle underwater for a little bit to move me over two or three lanes. He yelled at me a couple more times, but he wasn’t going to waste the time needed to cross the lanes to get to me.