Bermuda – The Complete Novel

An adult stories – Bermuda – The Complete Novel by docmagnus,docmagnus Chapter One: The Last Interview

As related to me verbally by my Wife, and later by Charlotte’s journal:

Charlotte had just disembarked from the plane, and entered the terminal at the Bermuda airport. She was a college student from Wisconsin, and this was her first time out of the continental United States. My Wife stood in the waiting area, and came right up to her.

“Charlotte.”

“Yes, Mrs…”

“We won’t be using those names. Flight Ok? Everything good?”

Charlotte nodded yes. My Wife reached for something in her purse.

“Put this on please.”

My Wife handed her a red leather collar, tastefully studded. It wasn’t too large, but there was no mistaking its purpose. Charlotte dutifully put it on.

“Follow me, please.”

After being led through the terminal, Charlotte now sat across from my Wife at a high table in the airport coffee shop. It was sparsely populated, which was good, considering what my Wife wanted to discuss after confusing the barista with her convoluted tea order. Charlotte was 22, with light brown wavy hair that brushed just past her shoulders. Her body was a little curvy, which I liked. Her face had a plain Midwestern beauty to it that was attractive. She was studying for her teacher’s certificate, and I imagined she’d end up as the cute teacher all the kids liked.

My Wife had just turned 48. She had a blonde bob that was expensively cut and colored every six weeks. She’d put on a little weight in the last ten years, but her face was very attractive for her age. She was raised just above the upper middle class on the East Coast, and was used to the idea of people working under her. She was a partner in a successful law firm, and her typical approach was authoritative and direct.

“So,” my Wife said, “I’m finally face-to-face with a unicorn.”

“I guess so?,” said Charlotte, “I’ve never felt quite that special before.”

“When you put yourself up for something like this, it marks you as the rarest of the rare, or so I was warned.”

When my Wife had told me of her desire to dominate a woman, she had proposed we find someone to serve us together. I’d had a few threesomes in my past life before marriage, but I knew the chances of finding someone like Charlotte were rare. My Wife ignored that, went to work on Fetlife, and found Charlotte quickly. Six months later, here they were.

“I realize “, my Wife said, “that we have gone over everything beforehand, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to do it one more time. Coming to terms on something over the Internet is one thing, but sometimes what looks great as a fantasy can be a little scary in real life. I’d like to make sure we are clear on our arrangement here, and what’s expected of you. Does that sound all right?”

“Yes Mrs…Mistress”

“Did you just almost call me something besides Mistress?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“I am going to punish you for that later.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

My Wife took out some papers, put on her reading glasses, and started reading through them. We had communicated with Charlotte extensively after our initial contact with her. That had culminated in several Zoom sessions. We needed to know each other, and feel secure before committing to this week. Charlotte’s mother and some friends had her full itinerary, and our contact information. Charlotte hadn’t told her mother she was flying to Bermuda to be a sex slave, of course, but she’d told her enough to feel safe. Her friends knew to call the police immediately if Charlotte missed either of her two daily check-in calls. She was still taking a risk, but we were doing our best to make this as safe as possible.

“So, just to reiterate, you have some light experience in bondage and domination. Is that right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You’ve had one dom?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Tied you up, disciplined you by spanking a few times, liked blow jobs, talked about fucking you anally and never got around to it…”

Charlotte was starting to feel uncomfortable. Her eyes darted around. She hoped no one else could hear this. There was no sign that anyone could.

My Wife took off her glasses and looked Charlotte in the eye.

“Do you want anal sex? Be honest.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You want to take cock up the ass?”

Charlotte blushed a little.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress…what?”

“Yes, Mistress…I want to take cock up the ass.”

My Wife studied her for a second, letting Charlotte squirm.

“Why are you blushing?”

“I’m just a little…well, I’ve never really talked about sex like this before.”

“How?”

“I don’t know…so bluntly, out in the open like this?”

“We did it while we were Zooming.”

“That’s true, but it’s different like this. I’m not talking to a screen in my bedroom any longer.”

“Its just sex, Charlotte. You’ll realize this as you get older.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

My Wife went back to looking at her papers.

“And you’ve never been with a woman.”

“No, Mistress.”

“How do you know you’ll like it?”

“I don’t, Mistress.”

“Then why do you want to try it?”

“I’ve always just kind of fantasied about it.”

“What kind of fantasies?”

“Being told what to do, how to behave, how to please…things like that.”

“Good. Okay then, is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

“Not really. You actually have less experience than me, don’t you Mistress?”

“That’s true. My husband had plenty of experience before we were married, but I’d never dominated anyone. I’ve always been sort of dominant, and have started to fantasize about it since my husband and I have been talking about his experiences. I have had a few affairs with women prior to our marriage. I like them, and I am looking forward to having my way with one this week.”

My Wife looked Charlotte right in the eye when she said that last part. She let it soak in for a moment while she chewed her glasses.

“Why don’t you tell my again why you decided you wanted to do this, Charlotte?”

“Well, I, um, have always been open to new things, and experimental, and…”

“Be honest, please. There is no wrong answer here.”

“A free trip to Bermuda in a luxury suite sounded wonderful.”

Charlotte was getting a free week in Bermuda after my Wife and I left. It was all-expenses paid. Sure, it could be argued that we were paying her for sex, and maybe we were. But we were all adults here. Charlotte had made it clear beforehand that she was sexually attracted to us. My Wife and I could’ve easily flown to Wisconsin to meet Charlotte, but where’s the fun in that?

“That’s not so hard, is it? Perfectly acceptable reason, as long as it’s not the only one.”

“I like submitting, and once I started fantasizing about a couple dominating me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“When you were fantasizing, did you pleasure yourself?”

“Yes, Mistress, I did. I…imagined some scenes with you, and with your husband…doing things to me.”

“What would you do if I told you to start fantasizing right now, and pleasure yourself?”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

“I would do it, if you commanded me to.”

“Good. I’m not going to. We didn’t bring you here to get arrested for indecent behavior. But I’m glad you’re already respecting our dynamic.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Lets talk about our expectations. We’ve been over our fetish list. There’s quite a few you haven’t tried…well, quite a few I haven’t tried, actually…but you agree to be available for all of them. That is correct?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Not all of them turn you on.”

“Some more than others, Mistress, but I pledge to participate fully.”

“It might turn me on even more if I know I’m making you do something you don’t like much. Would that be a problem?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good. This is going well. But if you’re still not comfortable with the arrangement, I can put you on the next plane home. Or we can continue. Which would you prefer?”

“We can continue.”

“Excellent.”

My Wife extracted our contract from her papers and placed it in front of Charlotte with a pen. We had sent it to Charlotte ahead of time, so she could have ample time to study it. Charlotte read through it, signed it, and handed it back.

“Okay then. For the next five days you will serve my husband and I as our sex slave. You will have no free will or rights whatsoever. We will grant you a minimum of two free hours a day to enjoy the island, at times of our choosing. For the other twenty-two hours of the day, you will be our property. You are here to serve our basest desires. We will use, abuse, punish, discipline, humiliate, and degrade you according to our desires. You will serve and pleasure us as commanded. There will be no limits within the terms of our fetish list. Is this clear to you, Charlotte?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Let me rephrase that question. Is that clear to you…slut?”

“Yes, Mistress, that is clear to me.”

“I love the idea of humiliating a cute young thing like you.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Are you wondering how you are going to like it, lying under me as I grind my snatch into your face for my pleasure?”

Charlotte must have been visualizing this, as it took her a moment to respond.

“I will serve you well, Mistress.”

“Kind of graphic, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good. My husband and I both have a lot of fantasies we want to turn into reality. I for one will not be holding back. This is the point of no return. You can still turn back and fly home if you want. Otherwise, you are our plaything until the agreed-upon time is up, or you use your safeword.”

Charlotte took a moment to consider things before making her final decision.

“I am yours to command, Mistress.”

My Wife flashed a predatory smile. This was exactly what she wanted to hear.

“What is your safeword?”

“Wisconsin, Mistress.”

“Let’s get a cab back to the hotel so I can present you to my husband.”

Chapter Two: A First Punishment, And A First Taste

The cab ride from the airport to the hotel took about thirty minutes. According to my Wife, Charlotte sat in the back with her, and seemed to thoroughly enjoy the view of the island. My Wife is naturally chatty, and talked to the driver. Charlotte didn’t join in, thinking it was probably not her place to speak without permission. My Wife made eye contact with Charlotte quite a lot during the drive. We later learned this unnerved her a little, and also turned her on.

The cab pulled up close to the outdoor entrance to our bungalow. Charlotte stood with my Wife by the cab while the driver took Charlotte’s carry-on bag inside. It may have seemed strange to him, but my Wife tipped him well. My Wife walked Charlotte up to the door, and looked her in the eye.

“Get down on all fours.”

Charlotte quickly looked around. No one was around. She got on her hands and knees.

“Head down.”

She put her head down. My Wife bent down and attached a chain to Charlotte’s collar. She opened the door and led Charlotte in to the center of the room. I was sitting at the table working on my laptop when the door opened, and watched my Wife lead Charlotte in. Her face was down, covered by the brown hair flopping to the floor, so I couldn’t really see it yet.

“So this is what a unicorn looks like in the flesh,” I said, “How is she so far?”

“She’s ok”, my Wife said, as she became distracted by puttering around the room, “reasonably attractive, like we were led to believe from what we’d seen on Zoom. We had a nice conversation in the airport, and still seem to be on the same page regarding her stay here.”

Charlotte stared at the floor in silence as we talked about her.

“That’s good. Are you turned on by her?”

“Yes, I am. I was trying to decide how I want to begin using her on the drive over. She definitely needs to be punished first.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, she almost addressed me as Mrs ______ at the airport, when she knows she may only refer to me as Mistress. I will not put up with that kind of behavior for one second. She also hesitated before getting on all fours outside. She actually looked around first.”

I walked around Charlotte while we talked.

“Oh, well we can’t have that.”

“No, we can’t. The slave needs to learn what corrective measures feel like.”

I gathered up my laptop to go down to the beach.

“Why don’t you take care of this on your own. I’ll just get turned on otherwise, and need to do something about it. I’ve still got some work to finish up.”

I kissed my Wife on the way out.

“Besides, I want you to have the first experience with her. Have fun at her expense. That’s what she’s here for.”

“Oh, I will.”

I left, and heard about what happened next over drinks during a stunning sunset later.

My Wife walked around Charlotte.

“Do you hear that? I get to have the first experience with you.”

She stood in front of Charlotte.

“On your knees, slave. Hands clasped behind you.”

Charlotte did as she was told. My Wife got down on one knee.

“I’ve been easy on you so far, but that stops now. You need to use your safeword if this is too much for you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress, I understand.”

“Good.”

My Wife held Charlotte’s gaze for a few moments. Then she grabbed Charlotte’s hair and slapped her.

“I am your Mistress. You do not call me anything else unless otherwise instructed. Is that clear?”

Charlotte didn’t answer right away. My Wife yanked Charlotte’s hair, and put her hand up to Charlotte’s face.

“I said, is that clear, bitch?”

“Yes Mistress, it’s clear.”

“Do you need to use your safeword?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good. Who am I?

Charlotte was slapped again.

“You are my Mistress.”

My Wife slapped her again.

“And what are you?”

“I am your slave, Mistress.”

My Wife held her hand by Charlotte’s face.

“And what else? Make it good. I think you know what I want to hear. And if I don’t hear it…”

“I am your slave, Mistress, and your slut, and your…bitch, your cunt, your…”

“You are my whore, slave, my cheap whore, that I have bought for my pleasure.”

“Yes, Mistress, I am your cheap whore.”

“It’s time you were used like a cheap whore, but first…”

Charlotte was slapped again, this time on the other cheek.

“You do not ever hesitate when you are told to get down on all fours.”

My Wife slapped Charlotte again.

“Is that clear?”

“Yes Mistress, that is clear.”

“Do you like being slapped around, whore?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Why not?”

“It hurts, Mistress, and it’s…it’s very humiliating.”

“But you’re not ready to use your safeword.”

“No, Mistress.”

Charlotte was slapped once more.

“Beg me not to do it.”

“Please, mistress, please stop punishing me. I promise not to disobey you again. Let me serve you instead. Let me pleasure you, and suck your husband’s cock, and…”

My Wife yanked on Charlotte’s hair.

“That’s enough.”

She pulled Charlotte to her crotch.

“Kiss me.”

Charlotte kissed the skirt over my Wife’s vagina.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Pull my panties down.”

Charlotte reached under my Wife’s skirt and slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles. She made sure to feel up my Wife’s ass while she did this. My Wife made a mental note to remember this. My Wife stepped out of the panties.

“The skirt too.”

Charlotte pulled the skirt down, and my Wife stepped out of it and shoved it aside with her foot. With Charlotte just a few inches from her vagina, my Wife reached down and felt herself.

“Mmm…ohhhhh yeahhhhh.”

She used her hand that was now wet with cunt-juice to push Charlotte into her. Charlotte did her duty, and started using her tongue to explore. My Wife closed her eyes and let Charlotte get on with it.

“Do you like this, slave?”

My Wife pulled Charlotte away from her.

“Yes, Mistress.’

“You like the way women taste? This is the first vagina you’ve ever licked, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress, it is. Am I pleasing you?”

“So far. I expect to be cumming shortly. If I am not pleased…”

My Wife stroked Charlotte’s cheek.

“…I shall take my displeasure out on you.”

Charlotte looked down.

“Yes, Mistress.”

My Wife pushed Charlotte back into her crotch.

“Back to work now, whore.”

Charlotte worked her tongue over and around my Wife’s smooth cunt. My Wife had shaved it that morning just for the occasion.

“Mmmm, that feels nice. Oh God, yes. Move your tongue up a little. A little more, a little more…that’s it. Don’t move it, or I will slap the shit out of you later.”

My Wife had her first orgasm a few minutes later, and kept right on going afterwards

“I don’t know why I’m so wet today. Punishing you must have really turned me on. I’m not sure if it was the face-slapping or the hair-pulling, but…Oh God, Oh God, Oh…”

She kept on going through two more orgasms.

“I wonder what you look like naked? I haven’t even stripped you yet. Oh well, this seems even hotter, making you do this in your clothes. Maybe my husband can inspect you later…Oh God. Keep licking, keep licking, keep licking….”

After four orgasms, my Wife decided she’d had enough. She pulled Charlotte away and lay on her stomach on the bed, with her legs hanging down. Charlotte remained on her knees, waiting for instructions.

After about ten minutes of post-orgasmic recovery, my Wife spoke up.

“Slave, get some towels and clean me. A wet one and a dry one, so that you can do a thorough job.”

Charlotte did as instructed and cleaned my Wife’s vagina while she lay on the bed. Afterwards, she knelt at attention while my Wife lay there, until…

“Clean your face. I’m sure you smell more like my cunt than my cunt does. I want to kiss you without smelling or tasting it.”

Charlotte disappeared in the bathroom for a while, and gave her face a good scrubbing. She brushed her teeth and used plenty of mouthwash. When she came out, my Wife was dressed, and putting her shoes on. My Wife grabbed Charlotte’s hair, and pulled her into a nice, long kiss.

“That was nice.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

She kissed Charlotte again.

“You’ve done a decent job of cleaning up, but could use a little perfume. I’ll pick out a scent for you. You liked being used like that? The reality live up to the fantasy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You like the taste of a woman cumming in your face?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. That will be at least a daily activity for us. You did well for the first time. But I do think you could get me to the brink a little quicker. Some punishment might be involved if that doesn’t happen fast enough.”

Charlotte blushed a little, and my Wife squeezed her hair.

“You kind of liked the slapping, though, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Be careful. There could be a lot more where that came from if we have any obedience issues.”

My Wife stared into Charlotte’s eyes to get her point across.

“I’m going to join my husband at the beach. Take two hours to relax, and get situated. But no playing with yourself. Then I want you to join us for drinks at the bar.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Keep this dress on, and your collar. You will address us as Sir and Ma’am in public, and speak when spoken to. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, I’m going to tell my husband what a compliant little slut you are.”

Chapter Three: Enter The Penis

My Wife and I watched Charlotte walk across the lawn to join us from our spot on the hotel’s patio. As per my Wife’s orders, she hadn’t changed her dress. She had worn it while she had been on her knees, giving my Wife 45 minutes of orgasmic glory with her mouth. My Wife had enjoyed watching me try to deal with a hard-on on the beach while she filled me in on her day so far. The punishment had already far exceeded my Wife’s expectations. She liked it so much, that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to control herself during the coming week. She wouldn’t admit it, but I’m sure my Wife was looking for even a slight misstep that could be used as an excuse for punishment as Charlotte strolled across the lawn.

Charlotte joined us for drinks, and relaxed in our company pretty quickly. She had the same friendly personality in person that she’d exhibited during our Zoom sessions. It didn’t hurt that my Wife was great at drawing people out socially. However, my Wife couldn’t resist licking her lips every once in awhile as she looked Charlotte in the eye.

A couple in their 40’s sat across from us on the patio. As we got up to leave the bar, I noticed the man scoping Charlotte out. If he only knew…

We returned to our bungalow after a short walk on the beach. I ordered Charlotte down on her hands and knees at our door. This time she didn’t look around or hesitate. My Wife attached the leash to her collar, and led her in to the middle of the room. She put a blindfold over Charlotte’s eyes, and then pulled Charlotte up to a standing position. I started undressing Charlotte while my Wife stood there, holding Charlotte’s leash. Charlotte’s dress slid off easily. I started gently caressing and exploring her body then, running my fingers slowly around her thighs, shoulders, under her breasts, and the back of her neck. My Wife licked Charlotte’s lips, grabbed Charlotte by the hair, and pushed her tongue into Charlotte’s mouth. I gripped Charlotte by the back of the neck and pushed her into my Wife. I slid my other hand into Charlotte’s panties, and fondled her ass. I worked my hand around to the front, and went to work on Charlotte’s cunt. She moaned loudly at this. My Wife stopped kissing Charlotte .

“Are you about to cum?”, my Wife asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You cheap little whore. You do not come without permission. And you do not have it right now. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress, but…oh God.”

My Wife smiled at me. She had been hoping for something like this. She slapped Charlotte.

“If you come without permission, your earlier punishment will seem like nothing compared to what I will do to you.”

Charlotte controlled herself, even as my fingers massaged her cunt.

Charlotte’s bra and panties were removed. I cuffed her hands behind her back while my Wife went to work sucking Charlotte’s nipples. I undressed, and then pressed my body into Charlotte’s from behind. I was rock-hard. She could feel my erection against her, and fondled my cock with her fingers.

My Wife put a nipple clamp on one of Charlotte’s nipples.

“Ahhhh….”

“Does that hurt, slut?”, my Wife asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Is it too much, slave?”, I asked, as I rubbed her breast. “Should we take it off?”

Charlotte took a deep breath.

“No, Master. You can leave it.”

“Good.”

My Wife clamped the other nipple, and inserted a chain through the clamps. Charlotte cried out again, and then breathed deeply.

“Still maintaining?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. We like it when you feel pain.”

“Thank you, Master. I know that’s what I’m here for.”

My Wife jammed her tongue back down Charlotte’s throat. We sandwiched Charlotte between us as we groped and fondled her body.

I motioned to my Wife and stepped away. My Wife moved in back of Charlotte, and pulled down on her leash, leading Charlotte down to her knees. She grabbed Charlotte’s hair, and I placed the tip of my cock to her lips. Charlotte took it in, and started sucking me off. This was going well. The sucking felt good (of course!). Charlotte didn’t quite have my Wife’s technique, but she was enthusiastic. My Wife gripped me behind the balls, and directed Charlotte with the iron grip she still had on Charlotte’s hair. Once Charlotte was performing to her exacting specifications, my Wife leaned over to kiss me, and then got on her knees behind Charlotte. She cupped a hand under Charlotte, and started rubbing her clit. Charlotte moaned, and my Wife tightened her grip on Charlotte’s hair. I grabbed Charlotte’s hair to keep the pace right.

“Ooh, you like that, don’t you?” my Wife said. “I’m going to do this while you suck your Master off. You will be punished if you cum. But maybe you’d like that.”

Charlotte made a lot of sounds while she sucked me off, but amazingly, she held off her orgasm. I finally had my first orgasm in her mouth, and held her tight as I came.

“Swallow it, bitch, and make sure that cock is clean,” my Wife ordered, as she stopped fondling Charlotte. Charlotte dutifully swallowed my semen, and licked me clean.

“I’m ready for some more pleasure from this little slut”, my Wife announced.

“Fine, but let’s not wear the slave out. Her mouth needs a rest. I’ve got another idea.”

I led Charlotte up on to the bed by the leash, and had her lay down. Then I directed my Wife to cuddle up behind Charlotte, and pull our sex slave up onto her side, where my Wife could spoon her. This put Charlotte’s hands in the perfect place, and Charlotte dutifully started playing with my Wife. I lay down on my side facing Charlotte’s front, and watched her please my Wife for a little while. I played with myself until I got hard again, and put a condom on. Then I leaned in, pushed Charlotte’s leg up for access, and entered her cunt. It took a little bit of shifting to get everyone set, and to get myself positioned to push my whole cock inside. But once I did, the fucking started. I’d already come once, so I knew this wouldn’t be a quick fuck. This was a longer one. I started off kind of slow, just enjoying the feeling of Charlotte’s young cunt for the first time. Once I revved it up, the fucking got intense. I couldn’t come again easily since I’d just come in Charlotte’s mouth less than an hour ago. So I got into that no man’s land feeling of being on the verge of being on the verge. The only way through that is to fuck hard, and keep the pressure on the sensitive parts of my cock. It took me at least 30 minutes to cum like that (if not more). Charlotte was screaming as she was fucked, and begged to cum several times, but my Wife continually denied her. This was hilarious, since Charlotte brought my Wife to orgasm 3 or 4 times while she was being fucked.

The three of us were a sweaty mess when I finally climaxed inside Charlotte. Charlotte was the sweatiest of us all, and I’m sure she was sore. We just lied there for 15 or 20 minutes in that post-orgasm fog. My Wife was the first one to extricate herself from the bed. She removed Charlotte’s blind-fold, collar, and nipple chain, and led Charlotte into the bathroom. My Wife directed Charlotte to clean her in the shower, and then wait outside the bathroom door while my Wife primped. Then Charlotte cleaned me, and was finally permitted to take her own shower. We were lucky the hot water held.

The three of us had an enjoyable late dinner afterwards. I noticed that same couple at the bar. We’d certainly worked up an appetite. We played a little in bed afterwards, before we fell asleep. We had yet to let Charlotte cum.

Chapter Four: I’ll Bet She Thought She’d Never Get To Cum

My Wife and I woke up in a heap the next morning with Charlotte, our new sex slave. We kicked her out of bed and sent her down to the café with our morning order. This would be a daily task for Charlotte. Black coffee is pretty hard to screw up, but my Wife had the most complicated tea and croissant order possible. She always found something wrong with it, and sent Charlotte back every morning until it was right. These were grounds for punishment, of course.

Charlotte was also supposed to visit the concierge, to see if any packages had come. I had arranged for a few things to be shipped as surprises for my Wife. The first package arrived that morning, and I told my Wife to wait until later to open it. Charlotte sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and had her treats while my Wife and I lounged in bed. After we were done, Charlotte was permitted to attend to us as we showered. I used the opportunity to face-fuck her in the shower while my Wife primped in the mirror.

After my Wife had finished drying and primping, she sat on the bed, and had Charlotte kneel in front of her. Charlotte had her collar and a pair of high heels on. Charlotte was commanded to dress my Wife in a pair of thigh-high black leather boots, with four-inch heels. My Wife enjoyed watching the slave struggle to pull the boots up to her thighs. My Wife stood up when Charlotte was done, wearing nothing else. The heels were high enough to command attention, but not too high for my Wife to walk around in the room.

“No need for you to shower yet, bitch, even though you smell like you could use it,” my Wife said, “you’re probably going to work up a sweat right now. I, however, am nice and clean. I think a whore like you should take advantage of that, don’t you?”

My Wife turned so her back was to Charlotte, and squatted to get her ass in Charlotte’s face.

“Pull the cheeks of my ass apart, slave,” my Wife commanded, “then push your tongue as far up to the front of my vagina as it will stretch.”

Charlotte did as ordered. She pulled my Wife’s cheeks apart, and pressed her face into them, stretching her tongue out as far as possible. My Wife used her fingers to press Charlotte’s tongue into her cunt.

“Mmmm, that feels good, Slave. We’ll get back to this later. We have other items on the agenda now, however. Bring your tongue back, over my asshole, and up to the top of the crack of my ass.”

Charlotte dragged her tongue across my Wife’s cunt, over her asshole, and got halfway up her ass-crack before my Wife grabbed her hair and stopped her.

“Ah ah ahhhh…this isn’t a race. You aren’t trying to get this task over with, are you? Is there something about it you dislike?”

“No, Mistress.”

“You can be honest. Do you like the taste of my ass?”

“No, Mistress, not really.”

“That’s better. It’s kind of disgusting, isn’t it, getting a mouthful of middle-aged woman’s ass?”

“Yes, Mistress, it sort of is.”

“Yes, it’s not something I would ever want to do. But I’m happy to make you do it. Any problem with that?”

“No Mistress. I’m here to serve.”

“Get back to it then, slave. Nice and slow this time. Linger over my butt-hole. I want you to get the full experience.”

My Wife let go of Charlotte’s hair. Charlotte started over again on my Wife’s vagina, and very slowly licked her way back to the top of my Wife’s ass-crack. She made sure to linger over my Wife’s ass-hole, probably out of fear that my Wife would make her do it again otherwise.

After I felt my Wife had extracted enough tribute from Charlotte’s tongue, I blindfolded the slave, and attached the leash to her collar. I handed the leash to my Wife, and she motioned Charlotte up on her feet with it. I picked up my light brown leather belt and folded it.

“It took two trips to get my morning tea order right, didn’t it, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Why?”

“Mistress, your order is so complicated. There is a lot of room for error.”

“Are you saying it’s my fault?”

“Oh God, no mistress.”

“Maybe you’re not up to the simple tasks.”

“I am, Mistress. Please give me another chance.”

I rubbed the belt along Charlotte’s ass, and then rubbed it against her blindfolded face as my Wife talked.

“It’s important to get things right the first time. We’re going to punish you when that doesn’t happen.”

My Wife grabbed Charlotte’s hair and tightened her grip on the leash. I gave Charlotte’s ass a swat with the belt. She cried out.

“Does that hurt?”, my Wife asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Tell us how many swats on the ass you’ve had so far, and ask your Master for another.”

“That was one swat on my ass, Master. May I have another?”

I obliged the slave. She was whipped five more times, each progressively harder than the last. After the fifth swat, I put a ball-gag in Charlotte’s mouth.

“That was a good start”, my Wife said, “but now you need to learn your place with some serious discipline. You’re not just a piece of fuck-meat. You are a slave. You are here to serve, and when we find that service wanting, you will be whipped.”

I whipped Charlotte harder five more times while my Wife held her by her hair and leash. Charlotte screamed through the gag with each swat. I stopped, and then my Wife and I groped, fingered and fondled Charlotte. Then I whipped her ass five more times. She was breathing hard by the time I was done.

“I think that’s all the punishment this slut can take for one day,” I said, “why don’t we give her some relief.”

I handed a vibrator to my Wife, and lay down on the bed to watch. My Wife got behind Charlotte, who was still gagged and blindfolded, and hugged the slave tightly, pressing her curvy body into Charlotte’s curvy body. She reached around to get to work on Charlotte with the vibrator, and grabbed a breast with her other hand. My Wife explored around Charlotte’s nether regions, and found a sweet spot fairly quick. Charlotte only took a few minutes to warm up, and started closing in on her first orgasm quickly. My Wife retracted the vibrator before Charlotte could cum. It hovered barely an inch over her cunt.

“Is this what you want, slut?”

Charlotte moaned loudly through her gag. It might’ve been more of a scream, actually.

“You want to come, bitch?”

Another scream. Louder.

“You want me to bring you off like a submissive little fuck-toy?”

An even louder scream.

“You feel you’ve earned this, cunt?”

An even louder scream. Definitely begging for it.

“You will be required to thank me properly for this later.”

With that, my Wife placed the vibrator back over Charlotte’s cunt. Charlotte came in the violent, intense orgasm that she’d probably been desperate to have since last night. My Wife held Charlotte tightly in place as the orgasm took over the slave’s body.

They repeated the process four more times. None of the orgasms were as intense as that first one, but they were all were pretty strong. They were also loud. Charlotte was a screamer. By the time my Wife decided she’d had enough of doling out pleasure to someone else, she and the slave looked like some eight-limbed animal covered in sweat. Cunt juice ran down Charlotte’s legs. My Wife got a little exercise through the ordeal, as she really had to exert herself in holding Charlotte upright during the orgasms. My Wife gave Charlotte a minute to recover, and guided her on to her knees.

“Why don’t you towel off,” I suggested to my Wife, “while I get some use out of our slave?”

I removed the gag, grabbed Charlotte’s damp hair, and shoved my cock in her mouth. I let her give me a fairly gentle blowjob while my Wife toweled the excess sweat off. I was already plenty hard and turned on, and didn’t need to push our exhausted slave too much. My Wife dropped the towel, kissed me, and knelt on the bed with another vibrator (her own personal one). She bent down so that her face was on the bed, and her ass was in the air, and started playing with herself with the vibrator. She knew this was my favorite position for her, and the thigh-high boots made her look incredibly sexy. I left Charlotte on her knees, and went to fuck my Wife doggy-style.

“I want you to listen closely, slave,” my Wife said, “this is what it sounds like when a man and a woman fuck after using their slave.”

My Wife came quickly with the vibrator while I fucked her. I was getting pretty close at that point. After she was done, I leaned down to kiss her, pushed off, stood up, and shoved my cock back in Charlotte’s throat. I came a few minutes later in her mouth. I didn’t let her swallow, and told her to let the cum drip down her body. My Wife and I rinsed off in the shower while Charlotte stayed on her knees, cuffed, blindfolded, and covered in sweat and cum. We un-cuffed Charlotte as we dressed.

“We’re going down to the beach, slave,” my Wife said, “Clean yourself up. There are a few new dresses you can choose from in the closet. Make sure the maid comes in. I want your sweaty smell gone when we get back. After that, the next few hours are yours to enjoy. We’ll let you know when to join us for lunch.”

My Wife kissed Charlotte deeply and we left.

Chapter Five:

“Faster, you bitch, faster. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”

That was the sound I heard as I swiped the lock for our bungalow at the hotel. It had started out as something indistinct, just another random sound, mixed with the rest of the ambient sounds at our seaside resort. I didn’t even notice it at first, as I strolled up from the beach. But it slowly came into focus as I neared our room. The soundproofing for the rooms was decent, luckily. The sound wasn’t too loud, but it would have been unmistakable if you had stood right outside the door. I noticed the couple in their 40’s whom I had taken note of at dinner last night. They seemed interested in us. They lingered a little too long before entering their bungalow at the end of the outdoor complex. Chances were better than average that they had been checking out the sound.

That sound, by the way, was coming from my wife.

I entered our hotel room to find my wife standing, completely naked except for her stilettos, bent over, with one hand gripping a desk. Her other hand was stretched behind her to grip…

…Our slave Charlotte’s head. Charlotte was on her knees, collared, with her hands cuffed behind her. The content of the package that had arrived for us earlier was in Charlotte’s mouth. It was a dildo gag, with the leather strap wrapped securely around her head. A bottle of lube was on the desk. My wife was fucking herself on the dildo, and enjoying every second of it. Charlotte was literally my wife’s immobile fuck-toy. I lay down on the bed to enjoy the show.

They were both covered in sweat. My wife was covered in hers, and Charlotte was drenched in her sweat, my wife’s, and my wife’s vaginal fluids. Those were not inconsiderable at that point, since my wife had had at least three orgasms by then. My wife said later that every time she looked back, Charlotte looked even wetter. This degradation just turned my wife on further, which made her fuck Charlotte’s face harder, which made her come even more. They kept this up for about an hour. My wife kept up a constant stream of commentary.

“Faster, slave, faster.”

“Fuck me, you bitch, fuck me.”

“This is how a degraded fuck-toy services her mistress.”

“Faster, pussycat, faster.”

“Keep it up, or I’ll whip the shit out of your submissive little ass later.”

And my favorite…

“There, there, there, there, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…..that’s it, cunt, that’s it. Oh yes, oh, yes, oh yes, oh…ahhhhhhhhhhhh…”

My wife disengaged herself from the dildo when she’d finally had enough. She downed half a bottle of water in a few gulps, staggered to the bed, and flopped her sweaty body facedown onto it. Charlotte, like a good slave, stayed on her knees until further notice.

I walked over, bent down behind Charlotte, and reached underneath. She was wet down there from her own fluids.

“You’re pretty revved up now, aren’t you?”

Charlotte nodded yes, as I massaged her cunt.

“You desperately want to come, don’t you?”

Charlotte moaned through the gag and nodded yes again. I uncuffed her.

“Maybe later…”

I removed the dildo-gag.

“…If you continue to be an obedient slave.”

I gave Charlotte a bottle of water. She took a few big pulls from it. She needed the hydration after her ordeal.

“Your mistress’ body is covered in sweat. Go clean it. I expect you to know how.”

Charlotte looked at me with a momentary hint of defiance in her eyes, and did as she was told. She crawled up on the bed, and positioned herself over my wife on all fours. I settled into a chair to watch.

“Start with the ass.”

Charlotte dutifully went to work, licking the sweat off my wife’s ass. She licked it clean, and went to work on the rest of my wife’s body. My wife turned and shifted to give Charlotte access. She couldn’t help her desire to dominate Charlotte, and grabbed Charlotte’s hair a few times to direct the slave’s tongue. After my wife was literally licked clean, they both lay side-by-side. My wife would still need a proper shower of course, but she later told me she enjoyed the enforced tongue massage.

My wife looked up at me.

“Do you want to fuck her?”

“Not yet. She needs a shower. ”

Yes, she did. My wife cracked an evil little smile.

“I know what kind of shower to give her.”

Chapter Six: Charlotte’s Gold Rush

Charlotte, our sweaty mess of a slave, kneeled in the shower. Her hands were cuffed behind her. We had been careful to make sure we rented a bungalow with a sizable walk-in shower for this purpose. My naked Wife stood over her. After fucking herself on the dildo-gag stuffed in Charlotte’s mouth for an hour, my Wife had been just as sweaty as Charlotte. But Charlotte had licked her clean, and now my Wife looked more oily than sweaty. Neither of them smelled that great. I wanted our slave cleaned before I fucked her. I stood off to the side to watch.

“I want you to know” my Wife said, “that this is by far the most degrading thing I have ever done to another human being.”

That was really saying something, considering what she had put her first slave through so far this week.

“Are you sure you want this done to you?”

“No Mistress, I’m not sure”, Charlotte said.

“That’s fine, then.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Say your safe-word, and you can be on the next flight home. Is that what you want?”

A moment of hesitation, uncertainty, and acceptance.

“No, Mistress.”

“Good, because I really want to debase you like this. Tell me you are ready for it.”

“I am ready for it, Mistress.”

My Wife stepped into the shower in front of Charlotte, turned around, and bent over. Charlotte stared straight at her cunt.

“I want this to be the most humiliating moment of your life so far. If you tell me it wasn’t later, I will punish you.”

Then my Wife just stayed there in that position for a few minutes. Some things are hard to do with someone else in the room for the first time.

“Ahhhhh…”

Charlotte screamed when the first piss from my Wife’s cunt hit Charlotte square in the face.

“Stop screaming, cunt. Take it like a slave.”

“Yes (gurgle) Mistress.”

Charlotte did her best to stay silent as she endured her first golden shower. It was not one of her fetishes, but it was on our list of requirements that she had agreed to, so she knew she was ours to piss on for the week. She was our toilet-slave.

My Wife, despite having a dominant streak, had never done anything like this in her life. She’d never even fantasized about watersports before. But the more she investigated dominance and submission, and the closer our subjugation of Charlotte came to being a reality, the more intrigued my Wife became by some of the degrading aspects of BDSM.

My Wife always stayed hydrated, and had drunk a bottle of water after Charlotte’s face-fucking. Her piss came streaming out. It soaked Charlotte’s face and all down her body. The poor submissive really did look humiliated. It was Charlotte’s first golden shower.

When my Wife was finally done, she straightened up, went to the other end of the shower, and used one of the twin nozzles to take a nice, leisurely shower. She emerged nice and clean, while Charlotte was still on her knees, covered in urine.

It was my turn, once my Wife was comfortably on the bed in a robe with a magazine. I walked into the shower and stood in front of Charlotte. I had also drunk a bottle of water. Charlotte looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Safe-word?”

She nodded no.

“You’ve endured a lot for our pleasure today. If you use it, you can still stay. We’ll just knock off for the night.”

“That won’t be necessary, Master. I am ready to serve.”

“Good.”

She smiled a little.

“Now you know what a golden shower feels like.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Time to learn what it tastes like, too.”

Charlotte stiffened. Some of the color drained from her face.

“Open wide.”

Charlotte opened her mouth.

“Take in my cock.”

Charlotte gingerly put my cock in her mouth. She was sweating. This was making her nervous. It was hard to keep from getting too hard in Charlotte’s mouth, but I fought the urge, and soon started pissing in her mouth. She gagged at first, and forced my cock out as my piss streamed down her face. I grabbed her by the hair and shoved my cock back in.

“Keep it in there, slave. Swallow as much as you can. You need to learn to do this, or you will be punished.”

Charlotte whimpered as I pissed down her throat, but she kept the cock in her mouth. There was too much urine for her to swallow, so plenty of it dripped out of her mouth and down her face, but she did well. Tears streamed down her eyes as well, but she didn’t give up. She dutifully licked up the last of my piss as it came to an end. I was super-turned on by this point, and would’ve normally just face-fucked her. But she needed some relief. I turned the shower on, and washed her on the floor. She was still cuffed, and made to roll on the floor as I washed her, so it was still somewhat demeaning, but it was also kind of tender.

Once Charlotte was clean, I uncuffed her, allowed her to dry herself, and led her to the bed, where my Wife took Charlotte in her arms.

“Tell my what I want to hear, slave, but only if it’s the truth”, my Wife said.

Tears flowed down Charlotte’s face again.

“Being used as a toilet-slave was the most humiliating thing ever, Mistress.”

My Wife stroked Charlotte’s hair.

“Good. I can hardly wait to do it again.”

I lay down on Charlotte’s other side, and we spooned for a good long while, giving our slave some well-earned aftercare, until she was ready to be fucked again.

Chapter Seven: In which Charlotte the slave finally takes it up the fucking…

Charlotte had been a great slave so far. She’d done everything we’d asked for (well, ordered) during the week, and had submitted to all of our commands. My Wife in particular was getting off on fulfilling every degrading thought that came into her brain. Charlotte was her first slave, and my Wife was making the most of it. But there was one thing Charlotte hadn’t done yet. She hadn’t taken it up the ass.

Charlotte lay between my Wife and I on the bed. We had spent an hour or so on aftercare cuddling, and I think we all fell asleep. I hadn’t fucked this morning, and it was well into the afternoon now. It had certainly been on my mind since I’d walked in on Charlotte servicing my wife with her dildo-gag, and after I woke up from my nap, I got pretty hard pretty fast. I told my Wife I needed some relief, so she woke Charlotte up, and cuffed the slave’s hands behind her. My Wife then gripped Charlotte by the hair, and held her while I put my cock up to her mouth. Charlotte obediently started sucking me off. My Wife thoroughly enjoyed controlling Charlotte’s pace. I started nice and slow at first, allowing Charlotte to show off her technique with her lips and tongue. But I was hard and ready to blow. As my Wife positioned Charlotte to take it, I started really face-fucking her, and came in my new favorite location. It wouldn’t be my favorite for long, however.

“That’ll do for now”, I said, “but I really need a good fuck.”

“I have just the thing”, my Wife replied. “Slave, I’ve left something for you by the sink. Go take a look at it, and confirm that you know what to do with it.”

Charlotte was un-cuffed. She went into the bathroom, and came back to the doorway holding an enema kit.

“I understand, Mistress” Charlotte replied, “It’s for cleaning my ass for anal sex.”

My Wife got up, and walked over to Charlotte.

“Anal sex is something that nice girls read twelve tips about in Cosmo, and tell themselves they’ll never try.”

My Wife grabbed Charlotte by the hair, and slapped her.

“You’re not a nice girl, you’re a filthy sex slave. Isn’t that right, slut?”

“Yes Mistress, forgive me. I am a filthy sex slave.”

‘”You don’t have anal sex like a free woman. You get down on your hands and knees and take it up the ass after you’ve been whipped and pissed on. And if it hurts going in, you scream, and we enjoy it. You are a sex slave. You are butt-fucked. Do you understand?”

My Wife still had a nice firm grip on Charlotte’s hair. Her other hand was up for another slap.

“Yes Mistress, I am a sex slave who is butt-fucked.”

“Is this the way you want to experience cock up your ass?”

“Yes Mistress. That is the way I want to experience cock up my ass.”

My Wife lowered her hand and let go of Charlotte.

“Good. Now, thank me for reminding you of your place, and then suck my nipples.”

“Thank you Mistress, for reminding me of my place as your sex slave.”

Charlotte then dutifully sucked on my Wife’s nipples while they stood in the doorway. I put some clothes on while my Wife indulged herself, and then got ready to walk out.

“Don’t enjoy yourself too long” I said to my Wife, “I want her ass ready in two hours when I come back.”

“Why don’t you make it three hours”, my Wife said, while Charlotte sucked on a mouth full of tit, “I want to have something special waiting for you.”

“Ok, but not a minute longer. She better be ready.”

“Oh, she’ll be ready.”

Three hours and fourteen minutes later, I received a text while lazing on the beach: “All, I mean a**, is ready.”

My Wife lives for presentation. I returned to find the hotel room well prepared. The shades were drawn, and my Wife had candles and some soft trance music playing in the background. She was presumably down at the beach countering every pro-Trump post on Facebook she could find. Everybody’s gotta have a hobby.

Charlotte was on her hands and knees on the bed. Her blindfold was on, and her ball-gag was in her mouth. She had a new collar on. Black leather with red trim, and a ring in front. It was her special butt-fucking collar. Don’t ask me why. My Wife liked to shop on line, so we had a few collars to choose from. We decided this one would be for anal. Chains from the collar were attached to nipple-clamps on Charlotte’s tits. A leather bra-harness accented her breasts nicely. Black fishnets came up to her thighs. Shiny black pumps were on her feet. Her ankles were cuffed to a spreader bar, stretching her legs out for easy access. A nice red shade of lipstick was on her lips. Even her hair and makeup were done. Her hair was tied up, arranged into a neat little bun up top. I could tell from her makeup that she and my Wife had gone to the spa. A butt-plug was in her ass. A pair of rubber gloves were in the trash. Condoms, lube, anal dildo, and some whipping implements were carefully lined up beside her.

It looked like a shot from an expensive porno shoot. My Wife had outdone herself. I’m sure she was just dying to post photos on Facebook.

After walking around, admiring my Wife’s handiwork, I got to it. I took Charlotte’s butt-plug out, and fingered her asshole. It was lubed from the plug, and I was able to work my whole finger inside. Charlotte moaned softly as I poked around. I shoved the plug back in, moved to kneel in front of Charlotte on the bed, and took her ball-gag off.

“You were supposed to be ready in three hours exactly. You did understand that, did you not, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I received the text that you were ready at three hours and fourteen minutes after I left, not three hours. Why was it late?”

“Please Master, I’m sure Mistress didn’t mean to be late. The spa treatment that she booked ran a little over and—”

Slap!

I grabbed our slave by her carefully coiffed bun and slapped her face.

“You’re not really trying to blame your tardiness on your Mistress, are you?”

I am fairly certain that panic flashed through Charlotte’s eyes as she saw where this was going. But I’ll never know for sure, since she was blindfolded.

“Oh my God, no. I didn’t mean—”

Slap!

“The tardiness was my fault, Master. All my fault.”

“Imagine how your Mistress will react when she hears about this.”

“What!?! Please, Master! Please, God, don’t tell her! It was my fault! Please punish me! Beat me, whip me, piss on me, anything, but please don’t tell Mistress! Please punish me. I deserve, owwww…..”

An extremely gentle tug on a nipple clamp stopped her begging. The gag was refastened into her mouth, where it belonged.

“You’re obviously done up like this for one reason, and that’s to be fucked. But you need to be disciplined first, so you’re going to be whipped. Do you understand why?”

Charlotte nodded yes. She was breathing heavier. I had a few different tools for whipping to choose from. I usually preferred just my belt, but I felt that Charlotte’s cheeks should get to learn what some other tools feel like. I picked the flat leather strap, with holes up and down it, and gave her a light whack. She could take it. The next whack was harder. She made some sort of sound through her gag. Might’ve been a grunt, who knows? The next strike was much harder. She screamed through her gag. I gave her a moment, and then asked “Is there anything you wish to say, bitch?”

Charlotte shook her head no. She knew that was her cue for a safe-word, and declined it. She had yet to resort to it on this vacation.

“Good. Your punishment is ten more whacks at that level. ”

I grabbed Charlotte’s shoulder, and whipped her ten more times, nice and hard. She screamed with each one. I held her in place with my hand on her shoulder. Her ass was nice and red when I was done. I ran my hand over it, and she flinched.

“Let’s get something straight. If you ever try to blame your Mistress for anything again, I will spend an entire day whipping you with every implement in this room. I will only stop for pee breaks. And you know what that means. Your Mistress will then get to punish you as well. Is that clear, slut?”

Charlotte just barely nodded yes. I could tell it was hard for her to concentrate. Her breathing was heavy. She still whimpered a little as she came down from the whipping. I put a condom on, lubed up, and kneeled behind her. The spreader bar was a good investment. It made access so much easier. I worked the plug out of her ass. I pressed my cock up to the entrance of her anus, and rested it there for a moment. Then I pushed in slowly. The plug had loosened her up just enough, and my cock slid in. I stopped once the tip was inside. Charlotte was tensing up.

“Try to relax, cunt. Breathe.”

I unfastened her ball-gag. I held the position, with a hand on her hip and a hand on the back of her neck.

“Close your eyes. Concentrate. Will yourself to relax. Take your time. My cock will penetrate fully when you’re ready.”

I gave it a minute. Charlotte’s breathing slowed down. Her body became less tense. I pushed my cock in a little farther.

“Now, push back against me as if you’re taking a shit while I push in. My cock should slide right into your ass.”

I pushed some more slowly, and felt Charlotte opening up as she pushed back. It was soon in all the way. Her breathing was heavy. I held it still there for a minute. Something didn’t seem quite right.

“This is full anal penetration, slut. Can you feel my balls against your ass?”

“Yes…yes, Master. I can feel your balls against my ass.”

“How are you doing? Be honest.”

“I…I’m doing all right, Master. Still getting used to the feeling.”

“This is your first time, right? You did tell us you’ve never taken cock up the ass before.”

“This is my first time, Master.”

I tugged her hair-bun with one hand, and cupped her breast with the other, fingering the nipple clamp.

“Is this the first time having anything up your ass?”

“Yes, Master…wait, no. I was fingered once.”

“By who?”

“A boy. Just a boy. It happened when we were having sex in college. He slipped a finger up my ass when we were fucking.”

“How far did he get?”

“Just the fingertip, Master. He didn’t get past the first knuckle.”

“Why not? Did you stop him?”

“Oh no, Master. I liked it. I was hoping he would go further.”

“Why didn’t he?”

“He was dominant enough. It takes a true dominant to take a woman up her ass.”

“Did you ask him to?”

“No, Master.”

“You wanted it. Why not?”

“I only want to be taken up the ass by someone who doesn’t need permission, Master.”

“Then this will be your first ass-fucking as a slave. ”

“Yes, Master.”

“How do you know you’ll like it, slave?”

“I don’t, Master. But I want to serve you and Mistress like a good slave.”

“Prove it to me. Tell me you want this.”

“This is what I want, Master.”

“Be specific, slut.”

“This is what I want, Master. I want to be fucked up the ass like a submissive little fucktoy. I want to be butt fucked like a good anal whore. I want to take it up the ass the way a sex slave does. I want you to shove your…”

That was good enough for me. I shoved the ball-gag back in Charlotte’s mouth and fastened it tightly. Then I started fucking her. Had to hand it to Charlotte. After a few days, she really knew what we wanted to hear.

The first thrusts were nice and slow. Just getting the feel for it. Charlotte seemed to be ok with it. She started breathing along with my thrusting, and I started fucking her ass at a moderate pace. I teased Charlotte’s body as I fucked her. Fondling her breasts with the nipple clamps on was especially fun. The slightest touch to a clamp caused her whole body to convulse. I also experimented with the other whipping implements while I fucked her ass. Some of them made her scream more than others. I liked fucking her. Her body responded well to it. She had a really slutty smell to her as her perfume mixed with her sweat, her wet cunt, and the scent of an ass being fucked. Every woman has a particular scent when their ass is fucked, no matter how well they’ve cleaned themselves before hand. I reached down and played with her cunt for a bit, which really provoked some sounds from behind her ball-gag.

After about ten minutes of fun, I started getting that old feeling. I got serious. I grabbed her hair-bun with one hand, gripped her shoulder tightly with the other, and ramped it up. As the fucking got harder and faster, I passed into that space of pure concentration where you’re willing yourself to the edge. It was pure fucking. I only cum like this if I keep the concentration up until I go over the edge.

Charlotte was screaming. She might have even cum at some point. I passed the threshold and shoved my cock in as far as it would go. I held it there, tightened my grip on her hair and shoulder, and came.

Science has yet to find a better way for men to climax, than by cumming in the ass of the woman who calls you Master.

After I was finished, I collapsed on top of her, and drifted off to an oblivious post-orgasm state for a while. My heart was like a jackhammer, and we were both covered in sweat. Her carefully groomed hair was now a complete mess.

Maybe ten minutes later: I was still lying on top of Charlotte’s sweaty body, with my softening cock up her ass. I removed her ball-gag.

“How was that, slave?” I asked. “Be honest.”

“I must like getting fucked in the ass. I came.”

“I thought so. Is your ass sore?”

“Yes, Master. Inside and out.”

“Good. Was that panic I saw when I threatened to inform your Mistress about your defection of blame?”

“Yes, Master, I panicked, a little.”

“Why? And be honest.”

“I love serving Mistress, and you, Master. But she is so cruel. Even when I’m behaving. I can feel her searching for new excuses to punish me. I’m afraid she may push me farther than I can handle.”

“You can say your safe-word anytime. If you’re gagged, we still check on you at intervals.”

“I know, Master. But I don’t want to use my safe-word. I like being pushed. I want to see how far I can go.”

“Promise me you’ll use it if you feel yourself being pushed too far.”

“Okay. I promise to use it.”

The sun was about to set. I washed up and put a robe on. Then I freed Charlotte’s ankles from the spreader bar, and removed the blindfold and clamps. I leashed her collar, grabbed a pillow, and led her out to the small courtyard in back of the bungalow. We had made sure to pick one that was fenced in. It had a perfect view of the ocean farther out from the beach. I put the pillow down.

“Do you need to urinate?”

“Yes, Master.”

I led her to the small flowerbed.

“Squat.”

Charlotte stood by the flowerbed on the concrete, still in her heels. She squatted, with her ass hanging as far out over the flowerbed as possible. She released a nice long stream of piss over the flowers.

I looked back. My Wife stood in the sliding glass doorway, holding a bottle of wine and three glasses. Two were standard wine glasses. The third had a wider rim. She smiled. I smiled back. We’d just communicated in our married code. She wanted to know if it had lived up to expectations. It had.

I led Charlotte to the pillow, and had her kneel on it facing the sunset. I unleashed her. My Wife put the glass with the wider rim down in front of her, and poured. She cuffed Charlotte’s hands behind her. Then she poured a glass for me, and then herself. She came on the other side of me so that I was in the center, and leaned in. We sipped with our hands around each other.

“The presentation was exquisite”, I said.

“Oh good”, my Wife replied, “I wanted it to be special, for both of you.”

“Our sex slave takes cock up the ass very well.”

“I figured as much. It smells kind of ripe in there.”

“Comes with the territory. We should air the room out for a while.”

“Think I’ll unpack my aromatherapy kit, get something going while we’re out for dinner.”

“Good, you do that. I think you’ll enjoy her ass too, but after she’s had a day to recuperate.”

Charlotte, zoning out at the sunset, perked up at this, and turned her head. My Wife looked her in the eye.

“You didn’t think I’d travel all this way without a strap-on and plenty of lube, did you?”

“I suppose not, Mistress.”

“I brought three different sizes. Expect to try them all. I’ve also been doing squats.”

Charlotte blushed a little. Seems odd, since she’d just squatted and pissed in front of us after I’d had my cock up her ass for an hour, but go figure.

“You should drink your wine, slave”, my Wife said.

Charlotte bent down and sipped from her glass. The wider rim was for hands-free sipping. The three of us enjoyed a strikingly beautiful Bermuda sunset with an exquisite Bordeaux. A leisurely dinner awaited us.

Chapter Eight: Wife’s first anal with our slave…in Charlotte’s own words.

It’s time for our slave to take over the narration of her story. After all, she was there while I, her Master was lazing on the beach the whole time:

Mistress took my ass. It wasn’t as gentle as Master’s ass-fuck. Truthfully, Mistress contributed greatly to make sure the day he took my ass was a special occasion. Spa-day, candles, lubes and toys, everything arranged just so (including my position on the bed). Since Master’s cock was to be the first cock I ever took up the ass, Mistress wanted it to be a day to remember. And it was. It was epic, for both of us. I didn’t tell him, but it felt sooooo fucking good that I would have let him yank the condom off and cum inside me so that I could lick my ass clean off his cock. But I didn’t. I’m not that stupid….and I know my place.

Mistress was different. This was her first experience now, and she wanted it crude. As far as she was concerned, anal sex was just another tool for domination. Or at least, that’s what she wanted me to think she thought. Who knows? Mistress has really taken to this dominatrix thing. She revels in seeing how far she can push me, and I take it as a point of pride to submit to whatever she demands. Sometimes I think she might be a little crazy, but we have defined limits set, and I trust her…so far.

Toiletry is now the starting point of the day. Our first experience with golden showers went well (for Mistress at least. That’s all that matters, right?). After that, the floodgates were broken (please forgive my choice of words there). Mistress’ first word after waking up in the mornings for the past two days has been “shower.” Luckily, I’d already figured out her most likely wake-up time, so I made sure to wake up early enough to go out and get the morning croissants, tea & coffee. That way I was there for her signal to get up off my place at the foot of the bed and crawl into the bathroom on my hands and knees. Mistress specifically wants to watch my ass as I crawl. Master likes it too, but he won’t make it a point to wake up for it. Mistress gets up after I’ve made it into the bathroom. I then have only moments to tie my hair up and get into position. I run into the large walk-in shower to face Mistress on my knees with my hands down at my knees, palms out. Mistress demands to have me in position when she enters the bathroom. This is a bit of a challenge. She caught me just turning my palms one morning, and was not pleased. She punished me later with a special studded strap across my ass that she’d been dying to try. I enjoyed it of course, but it was painful. So was sitting down or being fucked missionary for the rest of the day. I don’t know how much of that I can take, so it’s best just to obey.

Mistress steps into the shower to use me as her morning toilet. With her back to me, she raises her nightie, bends over a little, shoves her vagina in my face, and lets me have it. Her first piss of the day is naturally long and pungent. Her urine goes in my mouth, all over my face, and down my body. Not too much, if any, gets in my hair if I’ve tied it tightly enough. She loves to rub her cunt and ass in my face and let out a nice long “ahhhhhhh”. Is it humiliating? Of course it is! Is it hot? I never could have envisioned admitting this, but it kind of is.

Master is up by then. They make me stay on my knees, covered in Mistress’ piss, as he also relieves himself. I am then allowed 6 minutes to wash myself off and be back on my rug on the floor for my own coffee and croissant. After a nice leisurely coffee, they of course need the bathroom again. Master goes first, and shuts the door to be by himself. Once he’s out, Mistress attaches the leash to my collar, pulls me down to my hands and knees, and leads me back into the bathroom, where I attend to her as hand-maiden for her most personal of morning routines. It mostly involves kneeling on another rug patiently, and wiping anything that needs to be wiped.

They get dressed to go out for a short stroll along the beach after that. The clock begins ticking as soon as the door closes on their way out. I hurriedly clean up in the shower again, do my morning things, and straighten up the bungalow. I’ve added an enema to my morning routine, since I know my ass is now to be available. If I’m lucky I have a little time to myself until I hear the doorknob turning a little later. I scramble onto my knees on my rug on the floor, with my hands behind my head.

Back to the ass-fucking: Master told Mistress to wait one day after our ass-fuck before any more anal penetration. The ass can be quite sensitive after being fucked, apparently. I think my butt was fine (okay, a little sore), but mine is not to question them. Mistress obeyed him. I’m not sure if that’s the right word, but she didn’t contradict him. She just did what he said. In my five days here in Bermuda with them, it was the first time I’d ever seen her do anything that she was told. So it seemed quite the novelty to me. They found other ways to use me, of course. That was yesterday. This is how today went.

I was in position on my rug when they returned from coffee this morning. Mistress came behind me, pulled my hands down, and cuffed them behind my back. She then stood up and grabbed my hair.

She said to Master, “Why don’t you relieve yourself and go down to the beach. It’s time for my special day with our little slut.”

Master stood right in front of me. Mistress stripped, then reached around to pull his shorts down (no underwear, commando), and grab his cock. She fondled it as it got hard, and then placed it in my mouth.

“He cums in ten minutes, or we do some behavior modification with the strap.”

What!?! Ten minutes? Master liked having his cock sucked of course (what red-blooded hetero Master doesn’t?), but he hadn’t come in my mouth yet. It was more of a lead-up to fucking for him. Could he do it? Could I do it?

Mistress had a firm grip on my hair, and used it to control me as he fucked my mouth. Between the two of them, I was being thoroughly face-fucked, and trying not to gag. Mistress knew damn well that Master found it hard to cum from a blowjob. After a few minutes, she worked her way behind Master while still keeping ahold of my hair. She reached underneath and cupped his balls while leaning into him. She then started in on the sex-talk, right in his ear.

“That’s it. Come on. Fuck her. Fuck the slut’s mouth. Think about what I’m going to do to her afterwards. Mmmm…it feels so good to cum in her mouth. You can take a piss afterwards if you need to. Just keep it in and let it flow. She’s yours. She’s your property for the week. Come on, baby, come on, ohhhh, yessss…”

I swear I could taste the difference as his cock swelled to maximum. Master reached out to stop me as he grunted, and came in my mouth. It may not have been as momentous as coming in my ass for the first time, but it still felt special to me. I felt like I’d been of service to my Master in all the right ways.

Mistress kept a firm grip on my hair while she hugged Master from behind. He kept his cock in my mouth until it was completely spent. Then he worked it in and out very slowly as he had me clean it. Master told me I was a good slut and then went into the bathroom to clean up. Mistress leaned down to French me deeply, really working her tongue in my mouth. She looked me in the eye when she was done, and licked her lips naughtily.

Master came directly out of the bathroom ready to go, and left for the beach. It was like a switch had been flipped as soon as the door clicked closed. Mistress pulled me up by the hair. I rose unsteadily with my hands still cuffed together. She pulled me over to the bed and threw me down on it. I nearly tripped on the way over, and landed hard on the soft mattress. My wrists were still cuffed behind me, so I couldn’t use my hands at all. I settled hanging over the side of the bed, with my knees on the floor. My legs were kicked apart, and then the spreader bar was attached to my ankles to keep my legs spread. Mistress placed cushions under my knees. I know she was going for the whole rough sex thing, but she obviously intended to keep me in this position for a bit, and knew my knees couldn’t take it otherwise. I heard something being taken out of a drawer. Then I heard something faint, like the sound of Mistress rubbing something on her cunt. Her favorite red ball gag was shoved in my mouth, and cinched up tight. It tasted like my Mistresses cunt, as I expected.

I heard the sound of something being taken out of a bag, and possibly fit over her legs. Sounded like straps being tightened. Then the sound of plastic being stretched and fit over skin, and something like a plastic shampoo bottle being popped open. I couldn’t see anything. I suppose I could have wriggled to try and sneak a peak, but it didn’t even occur to me. I’d been trained well. I instinctively knew Mistress had me where I was for a reason, and a whipping awaited me if I displeased her.

Mistress’ hand gripped my hair. I grunted a little, because I knew she liked that sort of thing. Then I felt the finger of her other hand. It poked into my anus. I felt her thumb rest on my buttock, and realized she was wearing a latex glove. Master had just used his bare finger, because he liked to really feel a slave’s rectum being stretched. Not Mistress. She would not touch me there directly. It was beneath her. Fingering me was just a means to an end.

That was the difference in our status in a nutshell. My tongue was on duty to lick Mistress’ anus anytime she wanted. She on the other hand, would never dirty herself to touch mine directly. I loved it!

Mistress worked her finger in my ass. She started slow, just poking the tip in, but then started really pushing to get it all in. She was impatient, I could tell. Amazing how well you come to read someone after a few days of the most intimate contact of your life. Lucky she wasn’t cheap with the lube.

“Finally”, she huffed, once it was in all the way. She yanked her finger out, then nothing for a moment. I guess she was inspecting it.

“Lucky for you this finger isn’t dirty, slave. You’ve done well anticipating my needs.”

Hint: it wasn’t hard.

I heard the lube being squeezed again, then two fingers were at my opening. Had to start the whole rigmarole all over again.

“Really? Do men have to go through this every time they take some slut’s ass? This better be worth it. I think from now on I’ll just have you finger your own ass for me while I sun myself on the beach.”

After Mistress had two fingers buried comfortably in my ass, she withdrew them. She then walked around to the other side of the bed in front of me. She sported a big black strap-on. She squirted some lube on it and stroked it as if it were a real cock. I wonder if all strap-ons look bigger when you know they’re going back there? I gave Mistress a little cross between a whine and a moan through the gag, because I knew how much she loved it. She looked me in the eye while she stroked that glistening plastic cock.

“I started dreaming of this moment when I first laid eyes on your slutty face, and it’s only increased in intensity since I first laid eyes on your slutty ass.”

Yep, she had definitely rehearsed that line. She’s a bit of a drama queen. Mistress walked back to my rear. An instant later I felt my butt cheeks being pulled apart and then…

“Push back on it, slut.”

The tip of her strap-on was pushing into my anus. It was just a little too big to make much headway. She hadn’t loosened me up that much.

“I said push, bitch.”

I pushed.

“I suppose I should have used three fingers on you, but that’s asking a lot of my time. Besides, I want you to really feel what it’s like to have my strap-on shoved up your ass.”

Mistress got her wish. I groaned for her as I pushed and pulled, and tried to fuck that thing into my ass. I went very, very slowly. Mistress just kept up a steady pressure, and let me do all the work. I had this mental picture of her just standing there upright, filing her nails with indifference, as I grunted, groaned and pushed. But I’m sure that was just my imagination working overtime. The strap-on gradually advanced as my muscles loosened up and gave way.

“Does this hurt?”

I groaned.

“Too much?”

More groaning. I knew what she wanted to hear from a slave.

“You like a little pain, don’t you?”

An “um hmmm” groan.

“Yes, you need it. I’ll bet we’ve ruined you. I’ll bet you’ll never have a satisfying fuck without a little pain and degradation for the rest of your life. I’ll let you in on a little secret: neither will I. Of course, I’m coming from the opposite side of that equation.”

It took quite a few minutes…but then it was in. I felt her body pressing against my ass, and could tell the strap-on was buried completely into my rectum. I was a penetrated woman.

Mistress grabbed my hips, pressed in as tight against my ass as possible, and held it there, while my ass got used to it. Then she slowly pulled back all the way until it was out. I groaned the whole time. Then slowly back in, and all the way out. She did this a few times, keeping to that slow steady pace, until she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

“Time for you to get fucked like a whore.”

The pace increased. Mistress started fucking me, gradually increasing the speed, and always shoving it in as far as possible. She used my hair and my hip to steady herself. Since I was draped over the side of the bed, she was on her feet, angling down on me, and throwing her full weight into every thrust.

“This is great for the leg muscles”, she said, “Decent cardio, too. I’m probably going to be stiff afterwards though. I should definitely book a massage for later. You look like such a submissive piece of fuck-meat taking it like this.”

Mistress kept her iron grip on my hair, but took her hand off my hip. I started hearing some low moans from Mistress. She was rubbing herself. It turned out her strap-on had a dildo up her cunt too. She was getting quite a bit of pleasure from ass-fucking me. I turned to try and get a look, but she gave my hair a sudden painful yank.

“Eyes front, bitch.”

I did as commanded, of course. I was facing the window into the closed patio, and concentrated on the flowerbed where Master had me squat and urinate for him the other day. I stared at it as Mistress went from moaning to screaming. She fucked me harder and harder as she got closer, until she came in a screaming orgasm. The strap-on impaled the shit out of my butthole while she came, and then stopped suddenly when she was through. She was breathing really hard. Then she leaned down against my body. She was really slick with sweat. I was sweating too. Our bodies felt warm and slippery together. Mistress undid my ball-gag and yanked it out. Then she shoved the fingers she used to bring herself off into my mouth. I sucked them dry, like a good little sex slave.

“I can really see the appeal for taking a woman in the ass. It’s such a dominant way to fuck. A little slave-bitch like you is totally at my mercy, where she belongs.”

Mistress was still slowly grinding against me as she talked. Then she got back up and started to fuck me slowly again. She had a firm grip on my hip as she pulled my hair.

“I want to see what a little anal whore like you looks like cumming from an ass-fuck. I’ll bet you can do it. Cum for me, anal whore. Cum for me, anal whore, cum for me…”

The fucking just got faster and faster and faster. Wow! I was sure getting worked up. Hey, maybe I really would…

Back to Charlotte’s Master: Another day in paradise. I should know, I’d just spent the morning lounging on the beach. Most of it was spent with my eyes closed, reflecting on the day before yesterday, when I’d taken our slave Charlotte in the ass for the first time.

My Wife had been dying for her turn after hearing about how much I had enjoyed taking our slave anally, but I had to lay down the law. Charlotte’s ass needed a good day to recuperate before she would be ready to face my Wife’s strap-on. Knowing my Wife, she wouldn’t exactly be gentle. Charlotte needed to be able to take it. After attending to us orally in the morning yesterday, my Wife and I set Charlotte free for the day. We took a long sightseeing cruise, while Charlotte spent most of her time relaxing on the beach. But it was back to business for our slave today.

I loved the beach, but sometimes you could only take so much of it. I knew my Wife must be deep into it at this point, and I was naturally curious. What does it sound like when one woman fucks another woman in the ass?

Couldn’t hurt to find out. Why not just wander up there? See if they’re still at it. They’ll never know I was there.

I could hear the indiscriminate sounds of heavy fucking as I walked the path on the side of our bungalow. Guess my wife wasn’t feeling particularly shy today. I expected to listen in at the door to hear what was really going on in detail, and then beat it back down to the beach, “where of course I’d been lounging this whole time, honest”. But when I rounded the corner, I got a big surprise.

That 40ish couple we’d seen around the hotel were standing outside our door. It was that same couple from chapter three that had noticed the three of us at dinner. I particularly remember the husband scoping Charlotte out. I was lucky for two things: Those idiots had their backs to me, and they were so engrossed in listening to the show inside that they didn’t hear me.

I tucked back around the corner, held my breath, and waited. No sound besides my Wife and her slave inside.

“Thank me for this, slave.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Thank me for this, slave.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“What are you thanking me for, you fucking slut?”

“For taking me up the ass like your little bitch, Mistress.”

I peaked back around the corner verrrrrry quietly. They hadn’t noticed me at all. The wife, with short blonde hair, had her ear pressed against the door. There was a little gray mixed in with the blonde, so I guessed it was a much more natural shade than my wife’s. She had on one of those innocuous light pastel island outfits. I had the perfect view of her cute butt. A little skinnier than either Charlotte or my wife’s, but with just enough roundness to get me interested.

The husband with his expensive looking haircut loomed over her a good four inches taller at least. He looked like one of those lawyers or finance types whose education and career path was a done-deal legacy stemming back generations. They kept making gestures like they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. She especially seemed excited, like she was listening to 50 Shades come to life. I could tell he was interested too, but he also seemed a little uncomfortable, maybe even embarrassed. He was probably the type who didn’t share any of his genuine sexual fantasies with his wife. I’m sure he could afford mistresses or whores, but more likely he just masturbated to porn after the wife went to sleep. You know, working late in the home office.

They were not in any hurry to leave. Who can blame them, with stuff like:

“Want the gag put back in?”

“No Mistress, I want to serve you verbally.”

“Want me to let go of your hair?”

“No Mistress, pull as hard as you…ahhhhhh.”

“How does your slutty ass feel, you little cunt?”

“Sore, Mistress.”

“Should we stop? We could, even though I don’t feel like it yet.”

“No Mistress, please don’t stop. Fuck me as long as you want. Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…Oh God…I think I’m cumming….Oh yes! I’m…”

WHACK!

The unmistakable sound of palm hitting butt…hard. Talk about timing.

I sure liked the sound of this. Nothing got me hotter than listening to my Wife lose herself in her sadistic side as Charlotte came. I could only imagine what was going through the minds of that couple.

On second thought, why just imagine? I started getting this really interesting idea…

Chapter Nine: About That Couple Listening in to My Wife and Charlotte Fucking…What To Do, What To Do…

Charlotte’s Master: I must have stood out there for 20 minutes, skulking back behind the corner of our bungalow. I would have felt like an unrepentant sneak under most circumstances. But the reason I was standing there was because the couple from the bungalow down the path was standing at our entrance with their ears glued to our front door.

What were they listening to? The sound of my Wife taking another woman up the ass with a strap-on for the first time…and they knew exactly who was doing what to whom. This couple was a constant around the resort during our week here. We kept bumping into them on the beach, the tennis courts, out in the water, and just about every time we took a meal here. We’d never actually exchanged any words, but we were aware of them, and they were aware of us. They were also aware of our numbers…we were three. I’m sure it was not lost on them that Charlotte our slave for the week came and left with us for nearly every meal. At some point, they might have started putting three and three together. Either that, or this was just another chance encounter.

Charlotte and my Wife were not being particularly quiet this day, not that they ever really were. This was my Wife’s first time letting her hair down and embracing her dominant bi-sexual desires. She figured we’d splurged for the private bungalow, and inside those walls she’d do as she pleased as loud as she wanted.

It didn’t bother me in the least, but it was having an unintended side effect. The couple outside our door were getting a show like they couldn’t believe. There came a point where the sounds ramped up to loud slapping on butt cheeks, and Charlotte making it painfully obvious that she was cumming. After things went silent, the couple stuck it out by our door for a few more minutes, straining to listen for anything else going on in there. They finally shrugged, smiled at each other, and left. I watched them walk down to their own bungalow and enter it. The smile they’d just shared at our door spoke volumes. She was in the mood, and he was not going to let that opportunity pass.

Sure, I could have gone down to their door and pressed my ear to it with complete justification, but c’mon…I’m not that kind of guy. I have a moral compass, for Christ’s sake! Besides, I was much more interested in what was happening in my own bungalow.

I’m not sure if I would describe the sight that greeted me when I entered our bungalow as sexy, or just plain sordid. Probably both, actually. My very, very sweaty middle-aged blonde Wife had been lying flat on top of the curvy, 22-yr-old Charlotte. She was just pushing up on her elbows as I entered, and pulling her strap-on cock out of Charlotte’s ass. Charlotte was collapsed on her stomach, and seemed to be wearing her sweat and my Wife’s. My Wife gave me a knowing smile as she made her way to the bathroom, as if to say that now she knew what all the fuss was about in taking someone’s ass. I heard the sound of the shower running a minute later.

What can I say? This got me hard again. So a few minutes later my Wife walked out of the bathroom dressed for the beach to find our freshly fucked slave down on her knees sucking me off as the sweat dried on her body. I’ll tell you what, when we landed Charlotte as our slave, we hit the jackpot. She had the perfect energy and sex drive combination for serving a couple. Maybe it was her youth, maybe it was the arousal of being desired so much, but whatever it was, Charlotte was always up to serve. It didn’t seem to matter if she were just waking up or coming down from an ass-fuck. If we snapped our fingers, she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth or her tongue up my Wife’s ass in no time. I strongly suspected Charlotte was going to take a long nap after we left, but who knows? Maybe she was just getting warmed up.

“Slave”, my Wife said as she primped in the mirror, “after you clean yourself and straighten up a little here, you can meet us down on the beach before lunch.”

She wandered over to grab Charlotte’s hair and gently pull her off my cock.

“And be quick about it. We have a two o’clock for massages in the spa, which I’m sure we could both use.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

My Wife pushed Charlotte back on to my cock and was on her way. I eventually made my way down there after I finished. It took Charlotte even longer.

Down at the beach, my Wife was livid when I told her about our neighborhood eavesdroppers.

At first, that is.

Where she saw callous disregard for privacy and grounds for outrage, I saw opportunity. And when I explained how I saw it, she saw it my way.

We made sure to time our dinner at the resort’s restaurant at the same time as that couple, not that it was a particular challenge. Like I said, it was as if we were setting our schedules by each other in the first place. It was a seafood buffet, which was perfect. While Charlotte kept our table warm, my Wife and I were able to sidle up next to the husband and wife in line. A chance remark on each of our parts sparked some conversation, and before they knew it, they were joining us at our table.

Dan & Judy were just on the cusp of 50, from the Pacific Northwest. This was their second vacation at this resort. A typical suburban couple, near as I could tell. They both had some padding. Dan was taller, played football when he was younger, and still had something of the handsome jock to him. His hair was still more brown than gray, but that wouldn’t last much longer. Judy dyed her short bob blonde, like my wife. But unlike my Wife, who had the bearing of an attorney used to playing people off in the conference room, Judy had that more subdued suburban mom thing going on. They both got very personable as the wine flowed. It was plainly obvious they were dying to know what was going on with us. But a crowded seafood buffet just off the beach during sunset was not the time or place to get into it.

However, a nice intimate hot tub for five under the stars? Now that could work. The four of us lounged inside while Charlotte sat outside, at our beck and call, serving drinks, refilling glasses, rubbing my wife’s neck. As she started a joint to pass around, Dan finally found the courage to do what must be done under these circumstances.

“So, uh, Judy and I, we were wondering…well, what’s the deal with you guys?”

“Deal?” I replied, innocently enough. “What deal?”

My Wife chimed in with “Who says there has to be a deal?”

We let Dan & Judy twist for a nice long moment, then I reached up to grab Charlotte by the neck and pulled her down for a nice long wet kiss.

Then my Wife pulled Charlotte over for her own nice long wet kiss. Yes, you should have seen the look on Dan & Judy’s faces.

Then my Wife looked straight at them while still holding Charlotte’s neck, and said, “This sweet young thing is our sex slave for the week.”

That plop you heard was the sound of Judy dropping her drink in the tub. So, we were sort of swimming in alcohol now. At least she hadn’t been the one holding the joint.

“Uh, uh…sex slave?”

It all came out. We told Dan & Judy what the “deal” was. And believe me, with all their questions, they ended up getting the whole story, and then some. I daresay that Dan’s hard-on had a pronounced affect on the water level of the tub. I’m quite sure Judy had to take care of some business with it later.

The stage was set. I arranged a golf game with Dan the next day. My Wife invited Judy along for a spa day. Charlotte got some time off after attending to us that morning to take a boat cruise. Dan avoided the subject during our golf game, but it came up when we were having beers afterwards. He confessed that he just couldn’t get his mind off of our arrangement with Charlotte. I asked him how Judy felt about it. He said it was all they could take about last night before and after they fucked.

The time was right. I told him my Wife and I were contemplating a sunset-nighttime yacht cruise that we’d been invited on the next night. Charlotte would be on our own. She was also ours to command. I had a strong feeling that if the desire to try some fantasies that were to stay on Bermuda were strong enough, something could be worked out. All he had to do was talk to Judy, and get back to us during dinner.

Yes, I know you’ll be absolutely shocked to find out that my Wife had a very similar conversation with Judy. Also, that Charlotte had a very nice time on her cruise. She won’t cop to it, but I think she took a nap.

Dan & Judy naturally joined us for dinner again that evening. I made sure to get the most remote table possible. They seemed a little sheepish, as if they were avoiding a subject that they knew they couldn’t avoid for long. Charlotte joined us before we could even get into it, which put them off even more. My Wife led the conversation at first as during our drinks, staying in the vanilla lane. Then after we placed our dinner orders, I took over…with my proposition.

I asked Dan & Judy point blank how they would like to have a night with Charlotte as their submissive. I wanted a yes or a no to that question before they went on. They both took deep breaths, looked at each other for assurance, and then back at me. Judy looked down at the table as Dan looked me in the eye, and said that yes, they would like to have Charlotte for the night.

My Wife told Judy she needed to hear it from her. So Judy bravely looked my Wife in the eye and said that yes, Dan was speaking for both of them. The idea of a threesome with Charlotte appealed to them.

Time to reel them in. I reminded them that my Wife and I would be gone tomorrow night. We liked them, and wanted to make their island vacation truly something special, by helping them fulfill a sexual fantasy. We offered them Charlotte for the night…with conditions.

Before we could get to those, Judy put her hand on Dan, and he did the gentlemanly thing. He asked Charlotte how she felt about the offer. Charlotte leaned across the table, and said very quietly into his ear, “I am my Master & Mistress’ slave. I would be happy to be your fuck-toy for the night at their command.”

You would be surprised at how fast Judy asked us to go over those conditions. Or, maybe you wouldn’t. Condoms, absolute respect for safewords, anal was fine, spanking, whipping, bondage, verbal degradation/humiliation all within reason, no face-slapping, no golden showers…the “ewww” that elicited hardly surprised me. I’m sure the idea of that never would have occurred to them in the first place. But of course, now they were thinking about it whether they liked it or not, as they stared at Charlotte in a whole new light. How could they help but not visualize her in the shower on her knees being pissed on?

Oh, and there was one other condition, the most important one of all, of course. I let my Wife cover this. If Dan & Judy were going to get Charlotte for the night, it seemed only fair we get something for a night in return…like Judy.

Timing is everything. That’s why I made damn sure to warn my Wife not to spring that on them as they were sipping from their drinks. They would have covered us in spray otherwise. Dan & Judy were in total shock now. I’m sure they were seeing the chance of a lifetime slip through their fingers, because of course Dan would never let us have Judy as a fuck-toy for the night. I made a pre-emptive strike and suggested we table the discussion for after dinner as our plates arrived, and quickly asked Dan about his golf clubs back at home. This succeeded in steering the conversation into less treacherous waters, and soon enough we were all going at it like old friends again. But I knew, that no matter how much they tried to make it look otherwise, there was only one thing on their minds. And with a little time to percolate, they stood a good chance of coming round.

After our plates were cleared, Judy looked at Dan, then at us, and brought up what had really been on her mind the whole time.

“So, uh, if we, that is, I mean I, were to consider this…what you’ve put forth…ummm, what would it entail, exactly?”

“Well, Judy” I said, “it seems to us only fair that if we’re without our slave for a night, then we should get some sort of compensation. So, tomorrow night, you and Dan can have Charlotte all to yourselves. But the night after that, we get you.”

“So I would be the compensation?”

I could see the gears working in her mind. Yes, she was sort of being equated to an object now. But, she was also feeling a sense of tangible worth, apart from Dan. I had a feeling she wasn’t used to being considered like that.

“And…what would you do with this compensation? How would you have me?”

“You would be our submissive for the night.”

Judy took a gulp of wine.

“Would you, would you…spank me and stuff?”

“Yes. We would punish you, and use you for our pleasure.”

Judy took another sip of wine and looked my Wife in the eye.

“So you want to use me for your pleasure?”

“Yes, I do, Judy” my wife answered, “and I also want to punish you.”

Another big gulp of wine.

“I’ve never done anything like this before, you know. Matter of fact, I’ve never even thought about it. I’m not sure I’m really into that whole S & M thing.”

“Well”, I countered, “you were certainly thinking about it with Charlotte here.”

Judy finished her wine with a last gulp, and turned to Dan.

“What do you think about this, Dan?”

“Well, uh…” Dan was clearly caught in the headlights over this. On one hand, the thought of turning his wife over for another couple to fuck was probably something he would ordinarily never be open to at all. But on the other hand, he really wanted Charlotte. She was young, open to anything he could possibly want to try, and he could have a threesome with her and his wife in the bargain. I imagined he was ticking off multiple items off his bucket list in his mind as he did the calculations.

“Well, it’s really up to you, honey.”

Yep, that’s the response I had been expecting. Dan wasn’t going to give Charlotte up without a fight.

“Are there any ground rules?” Judy asked. “Can you do anything you want with me…to me…or, are there any…”

“Limits?”

“Yes, limits! What are my limits?”

“Anything, within reason. We are going to spank you, and whip you with my belt. Not hard enough to cause any serious pain, more just to make you feel punished. You’ll be handcuffed, tied up, and gagged if we want. You will most definitely be sucking my cock, and I will most definitely be fucking your ass.”

Judy’s face just about matched the color of the Bardot she’d just finished.

“I’ve…I’ve never done that before, never…”

“Don’t worry, Judy. I’ve done it plenty of times. I know how to be gentle, and ease someone in for their first time. Oh, you won’t just be my submissive; you’ll be hers too. My Wife is very exacting. You’ll be expected to pleasure her fully.”

“I’ve never been with a woman before.”

“Well, after tomorrow night, you won’t be able to say that anymore, will you?”

Judy looked at Charlotte, realizing the implications of this. Then she looked at my Wife.

“So you…you really want to have sex with me?”

My Wife got up and leaned over the table, motioning Judy to lean in, so that my Wife could whisper in Judy’s ear.

“I want to spank that fat little butt of yours until it can’t take it anymore, Judy. Then I want to cum all over your face. And if you’re a good girl for me, I’ll make you cum like a good little whore for me.”

Chapter Ten: Charlotte’s story of guiding a new couple into dominating her.

Charlotte: When I arrived in Bermuda, I was here to submit. I came to be the slave of my Master & Mistress. I knew I wanted them to want me during our first video conference. We still had all of the discussions one has about these things: laying ground rules, establishing precautions, leaving room open for a changing of minds. They were both very good that way, and I thank them for it. My Mistress even had a last talk with me in the airport coffee shop after I landed, in case I’d had a change of heart on the flight. She was ready to put me back on a return flight if that were the case.

But my mind had not wavered once since that first video call. This was scary. I was putting myself in the hands of two people much older than me whom I’d only met over a computer screen, in a foreign place I’d never been to before. I was agreeing to be treated the way most human beings would never allow themselves to be treated. I was going to be used. I was going to debase myself, solely for this couple’s pleasures. If one were to examine this decision of mine too closely, one would not come away with a favorable assessment of my sanity. But what does sanity have to do with lust, with sex, with need, desire, maybe even with love? The thread that tied it all together for me was trust. I trusted them, and isn’t that what this whole dominance/submission thing is all about?

They’d spanked me and whipped me. I was punished for any little infraction. By the second day she was practically making things up just to feel the thwack of leather against my skin, and to luxuriate in the sound of flesh being struck. And you know what? I welcomed it. I loved the pain she inflicted on me. They fucked me every which way they could think of. I sucked and licked and used my tongue and lips wherever I was commanded to use it. I was cuffed and bound and restrained. His cock was the first ever in my ass, followed by her strap-on. He was gentler than her, but they both made me love being taken in the ass. The Master pissed all over my body in the shower on the third day, and then she started in. I was now her morning toilet for pissing, and then I wiped her clean after she was done on the throne. It may sound disgusting to you, but it felt right to me. I was her servant, her slave. I attended to my Mistress. That’s what a good slave does.

They made me feel. Every slash of the whip made me feel more alive than I ever had before. Every time they pulled my hair, or called me their whore, or casually slapped my face, it felt like a current of electricity. It was like I’d been sleepwalking through life before this, and now I was awake.

The orgasms, when they let me have them, were astonishing. I’d sure never cum like this before. I didn’t know if I ever would again. I did know that I would always be able to cum in the future, just by closing my eyes and going back to this bungalow in my mind. Maybe the orgasms wouldn’t be as intense, but I knew they would at least be there.

They made me a part of something. And when we weren’t occupied in the bungalow, I was welcomed outside of it. I walked the beach with them and had meals with them. The Mistress took a particular liking for me, almost like a big sister or a mother. She loved her spas and treatments and massages, and invited me along for all of them. She took me shopping, and helped me pick out clothes. She was kind, funny, supportive…but she was also my Mistress. That understanding was always under the surface. We could be lounging in the steam room, or enjoying cocktails in the hot tub, or browsing the clothing racks in an outdoor market, and one word from her would change everything. It got so that she could cock her eyebrow on the beach at night, and I would fall to my knees in the sand to kiss her feet. No matter what or where, I would obey.

And now…they wanted to share me.

This was not part of our original agreement. We had not negotiated this. The idea of involving others in our arrangement had never come up. I am convinced the possibility had never occurred to either of them before. But it had now. My Master had caught that couple eavesdropping outside our door the day Mistress took my ass. He could have confronted them, shamed them for their violation of our privacy. Or, he could have done nothing, not even told us. It would have been his little secret. But instead, Master came up with his idea.

He discussed it with Mistress first, down on the beach. Her anger flashed when he told her what that couple had been up to. She was always quick like that. Him…not so much. It showed in the way they punished me. Every tiny infraction of her rules was an excuse to take the whip to me. My Master took a much more considered approach, probably because my poor ass could only take so much. I was only human, after all. My Mistress seemed hell-bent on pushing my limits. I suspect my Master pulled back to let her have the fun. He’d done this sort of thing before they were married. He knew that this week was a rush of discovery for my Mistress, so he gave her plenty of space to enjoy it. He still got to fuck me as much as he wanted, which I tried to make sure was not just a consolation. He came at least two, and sometimes three times a day in either my pussy, ass, or mouth. I was a well-used fuck-slave.

Yes, my Mistress was angry at that gross violation of our privacy at first. Then she was a little flattered when she thought about it. She had come to this island to dominate me. The thought of her domination inspiring someone else to rush down to their bungalow and fuck their brains out gave her a feeling of great self-satisfaction. This is what led my Mistress to see the possibilities in my Master’s idea. And that is when we had our talk.

Master told me all about the couple’s eavesdropping when I joined him and Mistress down on the beach soon after. Then Mistress told me about Master’s idea to give me to them for a night, in exchange for their wife the next night. They both took great pains to talk me through this, and then made it thoroughly clear that this was not something they could just command me to do.

This was so far beyond everything we had discussed beforehand in the months leading up to this week. I had to come to it myself, or it would just be an idea that died on the sand.

I didn’t want to have sex with that couple. I’d seen them of course, wandering around the resort. But I’d never fantasized about them. Nothing about them had ever made me think, “I want to spend the night being fucked and spanked by them.” I could just say, “no thanks”, and that would be it. My Master & Mistress could go back to dominating me for our last few days, and everyone would be happy.

But even though I knew I could do that, and should, I couldn’t. I was here to be dominated, to serve, and to be used. And as much as the idea of sex with that couple seemed unappealing, the idea of saying no to the commands of my Master & Mistress seemed even worse. So I asked to be command to do this. And of course, my Mistress obliged.

In that moment, I experienced some deep and conflicting emotions. I was still not looking forward to spending the night with that couple. But I felt such a rush of excitement to really be serving my Master & Mistress as their slave now. If pushing my limits like this didn’t show the depth of my servitude, then what did?

Dinner with Dan & Judy made me feel better about the whole thing. The drinks certainly didn’t hurt either. I was starting to visualize what it might be like as I was fucked between my Master & Mistress later that night. Master & Mistress worked on Dan & Judy the next day, and by dinner that next evening, they were primed. They’d both spent the day wondering about me. I could tell. They were so ready for this, that when Master said the price for my servitude was a night with Judy as their submissive, they went for it. Not without some hesitation, of course. But their desire to have me trumped their inhibitions.

I suspect at least part of what Dan & Judy wanted wasn’t a threesome so much, as a chance to get in on the wild life the three of us were enjoying. So that’s what I would give them, because that’s what I was commanded to do.

Master & Mistress presented me at Dan & Judy’s door at 7:00pm on the dot. We’d had an early dinner in town without Dan & Judy beforehand. I was literally gift-wrapped, in a way. Mistress had gone shopping that day. A large red ribbon was around my chest, with the biggest red bow Mistress could find right between my boobs. I wore a black leather corsetted top with almost see-through mesh for the top half, black jeans, and black heels. The top supported my boobs enough, so no need for a bra. My hands were cuffed in back of me. I wore my collar, and Mistress handled my leash. Master & Mistress flanked me on either side so if anyone had walked by, they would have had to look closely to see what was going on.

The look on Dan’s face was priceless when he opened the door. He was pretty much speechless as Mistress led me into the room by my leash. Judy was in the bathroom doing some last minute primping. We stood in the center of the room until she came out. Yep, she was speechless too.

Mistress put on a bit of a show for them. She formally announced this as a temporary transfer of property for one night, and I was now theirs. However, my clothes were not. With that, she pulled the ribbon loose, led me over to the bed, and instructed me to crawl up on it. As I perched there on my hands and knees, she got to work. First she unleashed me, and ordered me to keep my head down. Then she started with my top. She worked it off, and fondled my breasts as she turned to Dan & Judy.

“The advantage with these bigger girls who are still young is that they have such nice big, firm breasts. You should definitely play with them. I know I just can’t get enough of them.”

I couldn’t look up to see their reactions, but I’m sure at least Dan was drooling to get his hands on me now. Then Mistress removed my heels, and reached around to unsnap my pants. It took some real effort to pull the jeans down over my ass. My butt was designed for anything but the quick removal of a pair of jeans that were clearly too tight for such a rounded asset. God, it was so humiliating as she had to really work to get them over my ass and down to my thighs. That seemed to take forever, and then it took just as long to get them down my legs and off me completely. This was all part of Mistress’ plan. She didn’t want this to go fast. She really wanted to work Dan & Judy up with a show first. I was finding that there was a bit of the exhibitoratrix in Mistress, showing off her wares.

As my jeans were pulled down, they revealed a pair of sheer black fish-nets under them. Once she’d finished wrestling the jeans past my ankles, she pulled my panties down. She also did this very, very slowly. After those were off, she put the heels back on my feet. I was now completely naked, except for the heels, fishnets and collar. Mistress ran her hands over my butt and squeezed and prodded, showing off her property.

“This is a body made for other people’s pleasure, so make sure you enjoy her. She’s very obedient, and ready to serve.”

Mistress clipped the leash back onto my collar and held it out. Dan stepped up to take it. I was eye level with his crotch now, and his raging hard-on. I had a feeling I’d be tasting it as soon as the door shut on my Master & Mistress.

Mistress went and ran her hand down Judy’s cheek.

“Until tomorrow, dear.”

Judy blushed.

While she was doing that, Master gathered up my clothes and stuffed them in a bag he’d been holding. Mistress explained that as she took her hand off Judy.

“We figure the last thing she’s going to need are any clothes around here. I’m sure you agree?”

And with that, my Master & Mistress slipped out, leaving me in the hands of Dan & Judy.

And that is where the story stopped…

…For one very long moment.

What did Dan & Judy do with a pretty-much-naked girl on their bed, all ready to serve? They just stood there, of course…staring. I think it’s safe to say that neither of them had ever expected to be in a situation like this as long as they lived. So it took their brains a few minutes to re-calibrate, and catch up with Dan’s hard-on. Luckily, it was Bermuda, so it’s not like I was getting cold waiting for them.

Finally, someone spoke up.

“So, uh, what now?” asked Judy.

“Anything we want, I guess”, answered Dan.

“So you want to, like, have sex with her and all?”

“Well, that was the plan. Tell you what, why don’t you go kiss her while I chop up a Viagra for us?”

“Uh, ok, I guess.”

What was I doing during this scintillating (I was studying to be an English teacher) exchange? Just lying there on my hands and knees, with my best smile pointed at them, showing them that I was ready to suck on anything they wanted.

Dan went off to the bathroom, while Judy tentatively came over to me. She ran her hand down my back. When this seemed ok, she explored my body a little, and then wandered down to my breasts hanging over the bed. She took the nearest one and squeezed.

“This is ok?”

“Yes, ma’am. Whatever you want.”

She squeezed some more.

“I’ve never touched someone else’s breasts before.”

Well duh, like I couldn’t guess. I felt like a lesbian sex veteran now, but of course I had never been with a woman until a few days ago either. So I sort of knew how she felt. Although my first experience with a woman involved having my face slapped and shoved into my Mistress’s vagina. Nothing like this.

“You like this?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

That seemed to satisfy Judy. She kept squeezing and fondling my breast, then tilted my chin up towards her. She leaned down and kissed me. It was just a small peck on the lips. She was testing the waters. She must have liked it, because then she gave me a longer one. I responded. Pretty soon, we were making out, with me still on my hands and knees and Judy standing beside me, bent down to kiss. Eventually I heard Dan’s voice.

“Why don’t you get on the bed with her, honey? You’ll be much more comfortable. But take this first.”

Judy stood up for a second. Dan was there with a glass of water and a pill. Judy swallowed the half-a-Viagra Dan offered her, washed it down, and got up on the bed, pushing me over to make room for her. In moments we were in full make-out mode, lying together, exploring each other with our lips, tongues and hands. I imagine Dan just stood there and watched, liking what he was seeing. I couldn’t say for sure, since my full attention was on Judy. After a few minutes of this, things started changing. Hands appeared between us. Pretty soon, I knew what was happening. While Judy and I were exploring each other’s lips and tongues, Dan reached between us to start unbuttoning Judy’s blouse. When he got all the buttons undone, he pulled her blouse off. It took a little effort of course, and Judy had to help him by shifting her body this way and that to give Dan access. Dan went to work on her bra next, and then her socks, pants, and panties. It took some time and effort on Dan’s part, as Judy wanted to keep her full attention on me while she was being stripped. Eventually I felt something getting on the bed behind me, and then the warm body of Dan pushed against my backside. He’d stripped too, and I found myself sandwiched between Dan and Judy. We stayed this way for a while. Judy and I concentrated on each other, while Dan explored my body from behind. With his cock all Viagra’d up now, I at last knew what it felt like to have an unnaturally hard fleshy police baton press against my ass cheeks. I was in for a long night.

We were all getting pretty heated up by this. We could have just kept going, and it would have led to something explosive and wet from all three of us. But Judy finally pulled away from my lips to look over my shoulder towards Dan.

“So, Dan, did you want to…fuck her?”

“Hellooooo…..? Of course I do. That’s what she’s here for. But that’s not all. She is our slave for the night, you know.”

“Yes, don’t worry. I didn’t sleep through the tutorial. So, what do you have in mind?”

“Well, if we have our very own slave for the night, I want to spank her.”

“Dan, you really want to do that?”

“Don’t you?”

Judy looked from Dan back down to me. I could see her making calculations in her head. I gave her my best sweet and innocent look. No use making it easy on her.

“You know what? I would like to spank her. I want to know what that feels like.”

So much for the sweet and innocent look.

“I’ll bet you’d actually like that, wouldn’t you…Um, what do we call you?”

“You can call me anything you want, ma’am.”

“Anything? Like what?”

Sigh. I liked Judy, and I’d sure enjoyed kissing her, but she did not begin to compare to my Mistress. Clearly, she was someone who needed her hand held through the forest.

“Oh, you could call me slut if you want. Or bitch, or cunt, or slave, or…”

“How about whore?”

“Sure. I’m your whore.”

“Oh, you bet you are, you…dirty fucking whore. Uh, is that too much?

“No, ma’am. I’m your dirty fucking whore. Do I need a spanking for that?”

God, I was beyond ready for a spanking by this point. Amateurs. Was I hoping against hope that they would learn to get on with it at some point?

“Ok, whore”, said Judy, “Let’s get you into position.”

Judy sat down on the bed and motioned for me to lie across her lap, so I crawled over her like a good slave. I think she was surprised at how much room a grown woman takes over a lap at first. It’s more unwieldy than one imagines. She put her hand on my rump.

“Ok, ready for this…whore?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Whap.

Her hand came down on my butt. Not very hard, just enough to feel it actually. She was starting out soft, to get the feel of things.

“Well?” said Dan. Judy giggled a little, nervously.

“It was a little…” Instead of finishing that thought…

Whap!

Her hand came down on my butt again, this time harder.

“Oh my” said Judy. Then she spanked me a few more times.

“Babe, this is actually kind of fun.”

Judy giggled some more as she started to let me have it, spanking me several more times.

“Ok, I am definitely starting to see the appeal of this. Um, I’m not doing this too hard, am I?” Judy asked me.

“No, Ma’am. I’m perfectly fine.”

“You’d let me know if you weren’t?”

“Don’t worry, Ma’am. If anything gets to be too much for me, you’ll be the first to know.”

Judy took a moment to process that, then…

“You like this sort of thing, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am. Very much.”

“You really are such a dirty little whore.”

And with that, she laid into me. The tentative swipes were gone. Judy started spanking me, and kept it up. It was as close to spanking the hell out of anyone as she was probably ever going to get. I liked it. It felt good. It was nothing like the punishments I got from my Master, or especially my Mistress, but I was learning now that I was a real spanko-slut. A spanking is a spanking is a spanking. Just as I was relaxing into the rhythm and the pain, Judy stopped.

“What?” said Dan.

“My hand hurts”, said Judy. “Can you believe that?”

Dan and Judy burst out laughing. I found it funny too, but I figured if anything could ruin the moment, it was the slave laughing as well.

“Well, do you want to stop?” asked Dan.

“No, I’m enjoying this, but I don’t know how much my hand can take.”

Yes, I was a slave, there to take commands. But I was also the one person of experience in the room, so I showed a little initiative. I got up off of Judy’s lap, turned around, and lay back over it facing the other direction.

“Oh”, said Judy, “that’ll work.”

Judy got to work on my butt with her other hand. Five to ten minutes later, that one was done for the night too.

“You have a very sturdy rump there, young lady.”

“Well, it’s been toughened up all week, ma’am.”

“I can see that.”

I felt Judy’s hand gliding across my cheeks.

“I’ve added some color to your cheeks at least. Does that hurt?”

“No, ma’am.”

She kneaded me a little.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, ma’am, it feels good. You can dig in a little deeper if you’d like.”

Judy dug in as she kneaded my butt. It felt really good. Very relaxing, kind of like a butt massage. I closed my eyes and laid my head down on the bed. This was nice, draped over this nice woman’s lap, having my butt massaged, here in Bermuda. I was thinking of the sand, the ocean, drifting off….this was nice…

WHAM!

I nearly shot straight off her lap when she spanked me…hard!

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha…” Judy cackled as I was shocked awake.

“Oh my God, you should have seen yourself! I just couldn’t resist. That was so much fun! But my poor hand…owww. I think that’s it for me tonight. Dan? You want a turn with her?”

Dan had a thoughtful look on his face. That seemed like a new look for him.

“Yeah, but I think I’ll try something a little different.”

As he said this, he reached over to his pants on the chair, and started unspooling his belt.

Annnnnd ten minutes later: There I was, bent over their desk, hands cuffed behind me, ankles tied to the desk legs, mouth gagged with a pair of Judy’s panties, being whipped by Dan’s belt while Judy watched. He was really going at it, giving me a real punishment with that thing. I could tell by all the grunting I heard between shots. It was cute, really. He was really trying. But he just didn’t have the raw natural dominance of my Mistress (or the quieter natural dominance of my Master). What difference does it make when we’re just talking about leather striking ass? It makes a lot of difference, believe it or not.

Also, I couldn’t help wondering how Dan could keep his balance while swinging with that enormous Viagra-boner he was sporting. I felt he was going to tip over if he over-swung by even the slightest.

But you know what? I was still bent over a desk getting my butt whipped with a belt. I was in heaven. I loved it. I just closed my eyes, imagined it was my Mistress doing the swinging and enjoyed the ride.