Femdom story: Vacation at the Amazon Nude Resort

FETISH: CHASITY, HUMILIATION, PUBLIC, SMOTHER, DIRTY

PART 1

A Vacation at the Amazon Nude Resort

My wife and I have delved into the kinky side of sex in recent years, even so far as to join an online BDSM club. We have played with bondage and submission, although at time went on, I was usually the one bound, with Bev teasing and tormenting me before allowing me an intense orgasm. Of course, this usually only occurred after I had begged and pleaded, often after servicing her orally. Lately, our sex life had taken a back seat to intensified work efforts (we own our own accounting business, and this was the end of tax season). I also suspect that she was getting tired of “doing all the work.” (It’s hard for me to do much while secured, spread-eagle, to the bed!) So we were eagerly expecting a hard-earned vacation in early June.

About a two months before our annual vacation, Bev had made friends with someone who referred us to an unusual vacation spot. My wife called a number and requested more information, and soon received a pair of brochures in the mail. Why two brochures? Well, one was labeled “Hers” and the other “his.” I thought at the time that the lack of capitalization on my sealed envelope was simply a typo, and didn’t give it any significance at all. Both envelopes were sealed, and she told me that I wasn’t to read hers, as she would not see mine. I don’t know what hers said, but mine was intriguing and exciting enough to really make me look forward to this adventure:

“Come to the Amazon Nude Resort! Where else will you see beautiful nude women whose only desire is to sexually tease you! You don’t even have to pack any clothes! Our private boat will transport you to our island retreat, where you will be bound for pleasure! While participating in our many sexually kinky acitivities, you will learn new techniques for pleasing your wife, your lover, your mistress! We guarantee an experience which will be sexually rewarding to the woman who owns your penis! We guarantee an experience which will be intensely erotic for you, whether or not you have an orgasm! After a stay at the Amazon Nude Resort, your sex life will be changed forever!”

Well, naturally, I had to see for myself. Bev, of course, was even more gung-ho than I to go there. In fact, after the brochures arrived and we had made our reservations, she was positively giddy. Our sex life improved in the time between the arrival of our letters and our planned departure date, but I sensed that she was holding back to some degree. For one thing, it was pure vanilla. For another, on the day we got the resort confirmation letters she took out the measuring tape and measured various intimate parts of my anatomy. She claimed this was one of the things that the resort recommended prior to our arrival. I thought, sure, why not?

On the day of our departure, we were terribly excited, of course. When we arrived at the loading dock where the resort’s boat, one of those day-trip excursion types, was waiting to board all the guests, I saw about a dozen or so other couples, all with goofy smiles on their faces. We were all looking forward to this sexual adventure. As we milled around, making small talk with others, there were none who had been there before, although a few had gone to places like Hedonism II or the fetish ball. Right on time, the boat arrived. Two things struck me at once. First, the boat itself. There were no “tourist” windows, like you’d see on tour boats. Second, the crew. All were women. And what women, too!

All were tall, stauesque, long-legged, curvy, gorgeous, …well…amazons, just like the name of the resort. Their “uniform,” besides the ubiquitous white deck shoes, was tight white spandex shorts and navy blue tops, with that sailor bib in the back, but bare midriff. Their skimpy shirts were tied in front, tightly wrapping their generous bosoms. Cleavage everywhere, front and rear. Every man’s eyes strayed from his wife to the beautiful crew. Every woman noticed. My wife gave me not-too-gentle poke in the ribs, and told me to grab our minimal luggage so we could get on board. The only clothes we’d packed were the ones we were wearing and one set to wear for our return. Besides cameras (both still and video), toiletries, and the usual whatnot for a two-week vacation, we’d also packed a fair amount of bondage gear – ropes, handcuffs, gags, dildoes – you know, the usual. I wondered what was in the suitcases of the other guests.

We climbed aboard, and were quickly underway. As we came aboard, I noticed another odd thing about the boat. Although it was not the kind designed for long sea voyages, each couple had a small room of their own. Barely big enough to turn around in, it was more like a closet. Every room was taken. There were sevn lining the port side, and seven lining the starboard side. Once we were three miles out, our captain, a fiery redhead, announced over the intercom speakers that it was time to assume the uniform of the island, namely, no uniform at all. My wife and I giggled, then stripped to our birthday suits, packing our clothes into the “vanilla” suitcase. We had to take turns, as we hadn’t enough room to bend over simultaneously. Heck, we couldn’t even trade places, or even sit down. As the boat rocked on the gentle swells of the sea, the motor humming and vibrating along, we began to get aroused. I felt my wife’s pussy, which was getting wet. She had her hand on my dick, and soon had me fully erect. We kissed and snuggled as we stood, almost cumming several times. Having lost track of time, we were shocked, when, abruptly, the engines stopped, and the captain’s voice interrupted our reverie. “Ladies, we are here.” Why didn’t she say ‘ladies and gentlemen,’ I wondered. “It’s time to prepare for our journey to the Amazon Nude Resort. One of our crew will be with you shortly to take you ashore.”

I could hear bustling about, as crew members came to the locker-sized “staterooms” of each couple. I guessed that due to the cramped space, there must be some procedure for getting everyone off the boat safely and efficiently. Finally, it was our turn. A shapely brunette, no longer wearing the shirt or shorts, opened our door. She smiled widely at Bev, and grinned mischievously at me. Beckoning us to the interior hallway, Bev exited, to be greeted by a busty blonde, also sans uniform. As I entered the hallway, I looked behind me at the brunette. Her tits were tanned, the nipples out (was she excited as I was?), her black bush trimmed into a neat little “V.” She smiled, then, with a sudden change of expression, firmly commanded me to turn around. I did so. I could feel her hands on my arms, pulling them back, where she quickly handcuffed them together. Oh wow… I started to protest, but she sshhed me. “Don’t worry,” she said seductively, ” this is the way we enter the resort. Sort of gets you in the mood for all kinds of kinky stuff, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, you know it, bab–mmph!” I started to say, but as soon as I opened my mouth, a big ball gag was rammed into it and buckled on my head. Now, wait a minute. Was this any way to treat a guest? The next thing she did was place a blindfold on me. I was now cuffed, gagged, and blindfolded, totally nude, in full view, not only of my wife (was she in the same predicament, I wondered?), but of two gorgeous female strangers. “Move forward, Joe!” A new voice, probably the blonde. Hey, she knew my name! I hesitantly took a few steps forward, but apparently not fast enough, as I felt the brunette grab my buttocks and push. I felt another hand on my balls, then heard my wife, “Come on, Joe, they’re not going to hurt you! Let’s get off the boat and start our adventure!” So…she wasn’t blindfolded, gagged, or handcuffed! What gives? She gently but firmly pulled me by my privates to the off-ramp. After a wobbly exit from the boat, I could feel but not see the sunshine on my naked self. Soon I was off the pier and onto the hot sand. Ooch! Ouch! I was led to the hard-packed wet sand of what must have been their beach, the water lapping at my ankles.

“Come on, Joe! You know you can trust me. This is so wonderful, what you’re doing for me on this vacation! I love you so much!” she said, as we walked through the surf. I began to get hard again. This was the wildest start to any holiday we’d ever had, for sure. Finally we reached our destination, wherever that was. I could hear other wives and girlfriends talking in much the same way to their men. I correctly surmised that all the men were in the same predicament as I. The surf made enough noise to drown out a lot of the conversations, but I had the impression that each couple was doing something with the assistance of the crew or resort staff. Finally, it was my turn. Several pairs of hands grabbed me, as my handcuffs were removed, replaced by rope. My hands and arms were stretched wide above me, and my legs, also roped at the ankles, were stretched wide, as well. I was standing, spreadeagled, tied to something. The blindfold was removed. I blinked in the bright sunlight.

I looked up to see what I had been so unceremoniously attached to. My left wrist and ankle were tied to a big strong pole driven into the sand, as were my right wrist and ankle. I looked left and right, seeing a line of poles, like telephone poles along the highway, where other men were similarly bound. The wives and girlfriends were standing in the surf directly behind their men. Bev gave me a reassuring pat on the butt-cheeks as I glanced around. When the last man had been secured, I saw another gorgeously endowed amazon, this one a muscular, strawberry blonde with close-cropped hair, stride purposefully to the center, almost directly in front of me, where she addressed the entire group with one of those portable megaphones.

“Welcome, ladies, to the Amazon Nude Resort. Welcome, also, to the love slaves that the ladies have so thoughtfully brought along to make your stay a pleasurable one! All you men are no longer considered husbands or boyfriends. Your only purpose, while on this island, is to serve your mistresses. Your mistress, the one who brought you here, now owns you totally, and will control your sexuality. Your pleasure will be in serving her. A complete list of rules and regulations for the love slaves is posted in your lodgings. Please study them when you get there, as you will be expected to follow all of them. Failure to follow the rules will result in punishment. What you are experiencing now is not punishment. We are merely preparing you for your stay. One of our staff, also to be referred to as Mistress, will help prepare you. Again, ladies, welcome to the Amazon Nude Resort!”

And with that, she gave some hand signals to the beautiful women…mistresses… of the resort. Some resort! Here I was, tied to two poles, gagged, unable to speak, and all I could see was a small beach and a thick line of trees in front of me. A beautiful blonde with no pubic hair came to my tethered location, holding a bucket and a box. She gave some quick instructions to my wife, then left. Bev left the box and bucket on the beach, moving up to me so that our bodies were touching. She grabbed my head and kissed my cheeks, lightly running her tongue along the ball gag. Then she slapped my ass and returned to the bucket. She got a large bottle of some kind of lotion, and began applying it all over my body, all the while humming some nameless tune. In a few minutes she was done. As she stood back to admire her handiwork, as if it was an afterthought, she then applied the lotion to her pubic hair. I suddenly realized, as I inhaled the vaguely unpleasant odor, what the lotion was. It was hair removal cream! Within a few minutes I could feel it tingling all over my naked body, as the chemicals began their work. I squirmed. It wasn’t painful, but the sensation, along with the ocean breeze, was tickling the hell out of me. Bev giggled as I writhed and “mmmphed” in my bonds.

The gag had a reason. Who would want to hear a lot of whining, screaming men? She took a washcloth from the bucket, rinsed it in the sea. and wiped herself clean of hair. Gone was the bush I knew so well, replaced by a baby-smooth pubic mound. She was sooooo delectable! I wanted to tear myself away and bury my face and my cock into that clean-shaven pussy! She must have read my mind, as she cooed, “Not yet, lover, there’s plenty of vacation time to come!”

Next, she wiped the hair off my body, rinsing the cloth in the ocean water. When she was finally done, she filled and dumped the bucket over my now-hairless body several times, washing me thoroughly. The effect of the sea water, though not extremely cold, was cool enough to shrink my hard-on to a relaxed and flaccid state. Next, Bev went to the box. Mischievously, she turned her head to wink at me, then brought me the blindfold again. Now I couldn’t see what she was up to. I heard a metal clanking, then I could feel her hands putting some kind of metal belt around my waist, above my pelvic bone, and a metal strap between my ass cheeks. Her hand was on my penis, greasing it up. Before I could get hard again, I could feel her push my cock into a tube, then her hands bringing around the ends of the belt. She attached the ends to some kind of metal plate covering my pubic bone, the plate being attached to the tube encasing my cock. She must have used some kind of tool, next, as she tightened the whole affair, then left to get something from the box. The last thing she did was push a plate over the front of the contraption, and I could feel her fiddling with the front of it. Suddenly I distinctly heard a “click” which could only be the closing of a padlock!

“Ummmm….your cock is mine, now, darling! Would you like to see?” With that, she removed the blindfold. As she stepped back to admire her handiwork, I looked down to see what she had attached to me. I could not see my penis, though I could tell where it was – in the tube curving down to between my legs. It pushed my balls out to the left and right, and there was a plate holding it on. A steel waistband entered the plate from both sides, and the front was secured with a no-nonsense brass padlock. I could feel the metal between my asscheeks, also. My imprisoned dick strained to get hard, to no avail. “Mmmph, mmpph” I pleaded with my eyes to her.

“Dearest, what’s the matter? Have you lost the use of your penis? My, my, where could it be? Oh! I see! It’s locked inside your brand-new chastity belt! May I have a look-see?” she teased. She came up close, her body pressed against mine, her hand rubbing the metal tube covering my cock. She ran her hands all over my encased manhood, her nails lightly scratching my balls. This was incredibly erotic, but I could not get erect. I was aroused, however, and could definitely feel my bulging cock straining against the unyielding metal.

“I’ll bet you’re wondering why, aren’t you, honey? Well, look around, you’re not the only one!”

It was true. To my left and right, other women were all teasing their men, all of whom were as securely belted as I was. What kind of resort was this? I soon got at least part of an answer.

“Ladies, you may now release your love-slaves! Make sure you lock their gag!” I heard the resort leader (the short-haired strawberry blonde, who I would hereafter refer to as Head-Mistress), megaphone in hand, shout to all the guests. First, she removed the gag, whereupon she planted the longest, wettest, juiciest kiss imaginable on my sore jaw. My constrained dick tried to get hard, again. Fat chance! She then replaced the gag, and I heard a “click” behind my head as it was padlocked into place. Next, Bev untied my hands and ankles, massaging my now-sore arms. I reached up to the gag, and found I could not remove it. My jaws were aching.

On the Head-Mistress’ instructions, we all gathered our things, and followed her into the trees. Shortly, we came upon a large clearing, where there were more than a dozen small huts arranged in a large circle. Bev and I would be staying in one of them. In the center of the clearing there was a larger building, which was a combination meeting hall, dining room, lodge, office area, and so on. Although the setting was primitive, it was somewhat romantic, giving the aura of a South Seas island village. Of course, in my opinion, it would be a bit more romantic if I had the use of my penis.

We dropped our two bags in our bungalow, and joined the others in the meeting room. Standing at the front was the resort staff, in all their nude glory. I’m sure every man there had the same frustrating feeling I had. I would learn later that we were all encased in a Goethals-style chastity belt, an extremely secure device. That’s why my wife had so intimately and thoroughly measured me!

“Ladies, you are in for a treat. If you have never experienced the total devotion and submissive subservience that you so richly deserve, then you are going to get it from now on. Your love-slave is now prevented from satisfying his base male urges except in order to satisfy you. Did you know he masturbates daily?” Every man there had a nervous look on his face. I wonder what the average level of daily self-satisfaction is, but I knew that that average had just plummeted to zero.

“Don’t be surprised. He can’t help it. That’s why you placed him in his chastity belt. He can’t wank now, can he?” Every woman present laughed and applauded! This did not bode well. I looked around. I could tell by the male expressions that they were thinking the same thing.

“Well, just because he can’t get off, that doesn’t mean you can’t! While you’re here, we encourage you to take advantage of every opportunity to be pleasured. Your slave will pamper you in ways you could have only imagined. If you want a massage, or a manicure, or a pedicure, just order him to do it! Do you like cunnilingus? It’s yours for the asking!”

I could see a lot of worried male looks, and could hear a little “mmmphing” going on, too. The women, though, were getting worked up. I looked at Bev. She seemed entranced. I looked down at her newly-shaven crotch. She was frigging herself! And she wasn’t alone, either! Other women, their inhibitions leaving like a fast flight to Paris, were pawing themselves! I saw a short, pleasingly plump little angel to my left rubbing her tits with her left hand and jamming her fingers in her clean little pussy with her right. Her husband, wide-eyed, looked over his gag to watch her. Watch was all he could do, however, as his hands had been recuffed behind him. I was thankful that Bev hadn’t done the same to me. I looked at her lovingly. She looked back at me, her eyes rolling around in that beautiful face of hers. She was going to orgasm, right here in public!! Well, not public, exactly, but in front of two dozen strangers.

“Also, ladies, if you like breakfast in bed, or wherever, or whatever meal for that matter, your love-slave will deliver it to you! LADIES! Please, control yourselves!” Some of the amazon mistresses had begun to rub themselves in various intimate spots, as well. The room erupted in feminine laughter. Bev ceased rubbing herself and hugged me, her right arm around my ass and her left hand caressing my covered dick. I caressed her bottom with my left hand, covering her left hand with my right.

“All right, now that you’ve calmed down….What, you may wonder, will make your love-slave do all these things for you? Well, as you know, his sex drive is a major motivator. As he realizes his predicament, and his enforced chastity makes him hornier and hornier, he will do anything for release. As you know, no male on this island may be released without our permission. To earn release, he must work hard! Of course, he can’t get hard!” More feminine laughter. “Each task he performs to your and our satisfaction will be rewarded with positive points. The points needed for release and orgasm are posted in your bungalows. Each release will require more points than the previous one. Also, every time he is released from his chastity belt, his hands must be secured behind his back. At no time may his hands and his penis be free simultaneously. You may stimulate him to orgasm, if you wish, or simply allow his dick to remain free for the designated release period.”

“Of course, there are also negative points, too! Should he do anything to displease either you, the resort staff, or any other woman on this island, then he will earn negative points, which counteract any positive points he may have earned. At the end of your stay, if and only if he has earned enough points, he will be given a key, which he will select at random from a bowl containing all the keys to all the chastity belts. If that key opens his lock, as a reward, he will then be allowed to have sex with any woman of his choice.” Well… things were looking up. Wait a minute! Random selection meant that the probability of my choosing the right key were, at best, one in …counting heads… fourteen! That’s only about a 7% chance! That’s better than nothing, I suppose. “That includes any of the resort staff, of course! This is the bowl he picks from, if he’s lucky enough!” One of the amazons, a brown-eyed brown-haired lass with jiggly boobs and a firm ass, brought out a large glass bowl. I gasped. There must have been at least one hundred keys in there! Ohmigod!!

“Ladies, when you leave the island with your slave, you will have the option to take home as many keys as you wish. The price is $100 per key. Again, you will have to choose randomly from the big bowl. We retain the original keys to all the belts, in case you were wondering how he would gain release while on the island. We will mail the keys to you after you leave. If none of them fit the chastity belt, you may return them to us. From that point on, you pay only shipping charges for the keys. As soon as we receive the returned keys, we will send you a new set. You will select which numbered keys for us to send to you. It’s kind of like a lottery. Keep track of which numbers you have already chosen, or you may get the same key twice. Of course, if you wish to keep your man chaste, you don’t have to buy any keys at all, or you can wait for as long as you wish before returning the set you did buy. Be aware, however, that the number of keys you purchase is determined before you leave the island. You may not increase that number after you leave! You may decrease it, of course, by returning fewer keys or no keys at all, if you wish. Remember, you are in control of your slave’s sexuality!” And with that, they dismissed us to our bungalows.

The next two weeks were alternate bliss and hell. I learned to give oral pleasure to Bev, licking her pussy in every way possible. She even had me tongue her ass one day. Of course, I initally refused, but this earned me negative points. So I had to oblige her. After all, I was getting hornier and hornier with no relief in sight! I was getting desperate, in fact, from not being able to have an orgasm. Oh, we did all the beach-touristy things, swimming in the ocean, playing volleyball (watching jiggling jugs but no bouncing penises), taking moonlight walks along the beach, getting an all-over tan…. except, of course, for the parts of me covered in unyielding metal.

Each day had a schedule, of sorts. One of the women staffers would conduct some kind of seminar every morning or afternoon. Usually the topic was some kind of sexual instruction, almost exclusively aimed at the men, on how best to please the women. Cunnilingus was a popular lesson… well, at least for the women. I do believe my tongue muscles have gotten much stronger! After some initial resistance (which earned some negative points), most of the men, myself included, realized we should try as hard as possible to please the increasingly demanding ladies. Seminars on how to bathe and massage our “better halves” were also popular. I even enjoyed that, as I got to rub Bev with oil. I even was allowed to give an oily sensual massage to one of the staffers – a tall brunette with incredibly large breasts and a big round ass. All the while, of course, my poor cock was straining in its metal prison.

And there were seminars for the ladies, too! However, they were often devoted to ways of punishing or teasing the men. Bev’s favorite topic was bondage, the more restrictive and humiliating, the better. Bev put all our toys to use, tying and cuffing me up in various ways. One day, she tied me, ass up, to a bench in the open clearing, where everybody could see me! (I had displeased her earlier with a grouchy remark… which she claimed was whining, and reported to the amazons.) Some of the amazons came by and spanked me on the ass, which was very entertaining for them. I believe I should have earned lots of positive points for that. I wound up cleaning the area, cooking meals, washing dishes, working the generator, and doing other chores around the island. The generator was pure hell. I was strapped to what looked like an exercise bike, and had to pedal for an hour every day. This was one of the means of providing electricity to the island. It wasn’t enough, of course, but generator duty was required of all men on a daily basis. Again, it was right out in the open, and at least one of the gorgeous but unattainable amazon staff would supervise, occasionally whipping my bare bottom when I pedaled too slowly. I managed to earn a few more negative points, usually for not properly addressing one of the mistresses on the island.

I had to serve all mistresses, just as all men on the island would. Bev loaned me out to that adorable little plump angel, who called herself Mistress Anne. I tasted her juicy pussy and sucked her delectable boobs through at least four or five orgasms… hers, of course, not mine.

I watched, bound securely to a chair, as other men did the same for Bev. Bev was getting better and better at bondage. I spent one evening on my knees, locked into heavy-duty wooden stocks, my head and wrists sticking out the front, my legs locked on the base of the stocks, while Bev fucked my ass with a strap-on dildo. That was one of the times I was “released,” as I had earned enough points. While she fucked me, she stroked my dick until I came into her hand. It was the most intense orgasm of my life! She didn’t do so badly, either, as I could tell by her panting and grunting. She doesn’t scream so much as let out a series of oddly pitched guttural grunts when she comes. When she removed the dildo from my ass, she held her hand up to my mouth, where I licked my come off her hand. I would grow used to the taste of my come, which would occur only three times in two weeks. I frequently tasted womanly come juice, as I was passed around, like so many other men, to virtually every woman on the island.

And finally, I tasted another man’s juice. One night, while strapped to the stocks, my face at lap height, one of the other women brought her husband in to our bungalow. He had earned a lot of reward points, but his wife had a fantasy she wished to fulfill. My points were too low at the time to be let out of my metal prison for quite a while, but what I would do next would add a lot to my total. Mistress Linda, the other woman, set her husband, Chet, down on a chair in front of me, where she cuffed his hands behind his back and strapped his legs over the top of the stocks I was in. She then removed his belt, where his dick sprang free and began to get hard. She pushed him forward until the tip of his penis presented itself to my mouth.

Bev sat close by, watching in utter fascination, frigging herself furiously, as I slurped, sucked, licked, and tasted cock. Mistress Linda shoved Chet forward until his hard cock was jammed completely into my mouth. I could barely breathe, but I could taste his hot meat… and his hot jism. I choked and gagged, but managed to swallow it. As I did, I could hear that familiar panting and grunting. I could no longer see my wife, as Chet’s thighs were wrapped around my head, and his cock in my mouth prevented me from doing anything but sucking him dry. I must have pleased him, as I could hear a lot of vigorous but muffled noise coming from behind his penis gag. When he finally went limp, Mistress Linda pulled him back and reattached his chastity belt. I was breathing hard, myself.

I had just done the most submissive thing of my life – suck a man’s cock and swallow cum! This should have repulsed me, but my own body betrayed me. I could feel my own cock trying to get hard in its prison, belying my own arousal at my humiliating homosexual act. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one getting in touch with “the other side.” As I tried to gain my breath, I looked over from my secured position to see my wife locked into a 69 embrace with Mistress Linda. More grunting…and screaming….Linda was a screamer. Meanwhile, Chet looked down at me with thanks in his eyes. I looked up at him and mouthed the words, “You’re welcome!”

Finally, after many more humiliating, exhilarating, fascinating, but not masturbating, days and nights, it was time to say goodbye to “Fantasy Island.” (The female fantasy, of course!) However, I suspect that a few of the men, myself included, had discovered a sexual side of themselves that, while not orgasmically satisfying due to our locked-up genitals, was, indeed, the most erotic two weeks we had ever known. Alas, I did not have enough points to draw a key from the bowl. Five men did, however, but none chose a key which fit their belts. One consolation for them, though, was that they now each had a key with which to try to gain their release through the mail-back program described earlier.

This “vacation” had finally come to an end, and the boat was now waiting at the dock. All the men, still chastized in their metal prisons, were lined up like so many slaves, their mouths gagged and their hands cuffed behind them. The Head-Mistress stood at the front of the line, where she talked to each woman before having the male escorted to the boat. She had a clipboard, where she recorded the number of keys being “bought” by each departing mistress. I could almost guess by the male reaction to the wife’s response as to how many keys he would get to try within the next few weeks. One poor sod, who had apparently antagonized a number of the ladies, began kicking and struggling when he heard his wife’s answer to the question “how many keys?” They smacked him on the ass several times and literally dragged him onto the boat. Bev would tell me later that the wife’s response was to not only buy no keys, but to solder shut the locks!!

Finally it was our turn. I longingly looked at my wife, “Mistress Beverly,” as she was asked to decide upon how many keys to purchase for the “lottery.” Would she buy only one? two? three? a dozen? How many could she afford? Would she buy any at all? If she didn’t, I would never gain release from this infernal belt! I pleaded with her with my eyes. I couldn’t verbally ask her anything, as there was a large penis gag stuffed into my mouth, and my hands were cuffed behind me for my trip back to the boat. “Well, Mistress Beverly, did you enjoy your stay?” asked the Head-Mistress.

“Oh, yes! I just wish we’d done this years ago! My love-slave, little Joe, has given me so much pleasure! I love him so much! Thank you for making him the man… er.. love-slave, of my dreams!”

“Mistress Beverly, that is our whole purpose. We thoroughly enjoyed doing this for you, too. We especially liked your public bondage scenes! They were so entertaining! But you need to discipline him, because he does like to say things he shouldn’t! Of course, you know the cure for that, now, don’t you?” Bev nodded. “Now, about the key mailing. How many keys do you wish to purchase?”

“Hmmm… I need to think…” PLEEEEASE!!!!! I looked at my new mistress, the wife transformed into dominatrix, with much begging in my eyes.

“Joe, why don’t you go ahead on and get on the boat while I make my decision? Run along, love.”

Two amazons escorted me out of earshot and onto the boat. When Bev joined me in our tiny “cabin,” she had a cheshire-cat grin on her face. She removed the gag and handcuffs.

“Bev – ” She put a warning hand up – “Mistress Beverly… how many keys did you purchase?”

She just grinned and kissed me.

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