BDSM Beach Part Two
 


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

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

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

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

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

"Hi, I'm Cassie." 

The woman lowered her sign. "Welcome to Cancun. You're the last
to arrive. My name is Julia."

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

"Is there a problem?" Julia asked.

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

"Good, fall in line, and let's go," Julia said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello, ladies," the man said. "My name is Kevin, and you've
already met Julia."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kevin nodded. "Your best is a good place to start." 

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

"Let's see what names I come up with for you this week," Kevin
said. 

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

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

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

"Good, now squeeze in with your housemates."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's what I like to see," Kevin said.

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

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

"Cassie, no hiding," Kevin said.

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

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

Cassie shivered at what those rewards could be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Danielle's turn to blush. "Right, sorry."

"Where was I?" Kevin said.

"Fifth rule," Julia said.

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

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

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

"Seriously?" Danielle asked.

Kevin's smiling eyes darkened in the space of an eye blink. "Yes,
seriously."

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

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

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

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

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

"What about me?" Danielle asked.

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

"Yes, please," Danielle said.

"Melinda, left hand on Danielle's cunt."

"Yes, sir," Melinda said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A chorus of disappointed groans was his answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For once, Cassie found her voice. "I do, sir."

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

"Welcome to my house, Cassie," Kevin said. 

To be continued,