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Vacation all I ever wanted

We took a week off, but now we’re back with XXXBlackBook moonmagiclady’s next installment in her On Loan erotica series.

On Loan Part V
By: moonmagiclady

The warm white sands of Lanikai beach lay around the blanket we are resting on as my Dom assists me with lessons in patience.  We had snacked on a plate lunch of hulihuli chicken bought off a school fundraiser set up beside the road to tide us over until dinner.  I had fed his to him with chopsticks, the perfect little servant girl.  I’m sure we made a pretty picture to those innocent tourists strolling by who saw only the surface picture.

My auburn hair was twisted up in a silver vintage pin, a white sundress laying against my tanned skin, red toenail polish on bare feet, casually kneeling back on my heels, skirt spread out around me.  What looked like silver decorated my wrists, ankles and neckline.  In truth it was a strong steel with locks which were fortunately unnoticeable to the casual eye.  My waist looked tiny in the dress, probably to do with the tight white corset I was wearing under it, the laces controlling the very amount of air I was allowed to breathe. The contrast of the innocent white dress with the red and black checked cotton blanket beneath us was almost surreal on the beach in the rays of the setting sun.

My Dom was dressed in black surf shorts and a black t-shirt with the letters BDSM blazoned in red across the chest, that and nothing else.  Most people didn’t even register what it said until they had passed us by for several feet, then they would stop, take a quick disbelieving look back, then turn to whisper to whoever they were walking alongside.  This would then be followed by THAT person turning, looking, then the pair hurrying off together, talking in low, or sometimes not so low voices.

The first time it had happened I had blushed hot with embarrassment, the couple, obviously tourists (and YES you can SO easily tell!)  had been about a decade older than I was, and looked at me as if I had just turned a trick in their front yard.  I looked through the tint of my dark sunglasses at them with dismay, but then couldn’t help being slightly amused.  Everyone should broaden their horizons when they are on vacation, right?  By the fifth or sixth time it happened, the embarrassment had faded and the amusement had deepened.  Sometimes I forget how shocked people can be by things outside their own narrow tunnel of reality.

What the tourists were not able to see, and what would have REALLY shocked them, was what was going on under the dress.  Small, steel clips mercilessly pinched both my nipples and the dewy swollen lips of my cunt.  Small silver bells hung from the clamps, giving an almost inaudible chiming sound every time I moved.  I had been commanded to hold the position I was in and I was having a terrible time obeying the order.  Of course that might have something to do with not only the clips, but also with the set of toys pushed deep into my hungry fuck holes.  One wide egg shaped one pushed deep in my wet, hot punani and one slender anal plug in my tight ass.  The remote to make both of them vibrate lay in the hand of my Dom looking almost like an iPod or cell phone.

The chiming of the bells had already sounded several times, seven to be exact.  I knew it was seven because I had (ominously) been given a command to keep count.  I had also been expected to keep up the conversation we were carrying as he would turn one, the other or both toys on absolutely randomly.  The level of vibration and amount of time constantly changed as well, leaving me never knowing when sensations would be sent coursing through my body.  The bells chimed for my every squirm or shiver from the tight clips and for every writhe induced by the toys pushing me close to the edge of orgasm.  Of course I wouldn’t orgasm, I did NOT have permission for that!

I was slightly dizzy from the sensations climbing my body, as if every nerve was awake and alert for the next time the toys would be turned on, or off.  Every time I focused on the tight clips biting harshly into my tender skin, a shiver crawled up the inside of my spine and I had to breathe deep and slow to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.  I couldn’t believe how I was being kept on the edge; the thin lines between arousal and orgasm, between pleasure and pain, were dancing in front of my eyes, taunting me with how close I was to tumbling over one side or the other.

Distracted by what is being done to me, I lose track of the conversation for moments at a time, drawing a sharp snap from my Dom instantly bringing me back to myself.  I moan quietly and he gives a small pleased smile.  It’s only evening, and he already has me insane with desire and need.  When asked if I’m ready to beg for an orgasm though, I stubbornly shake me head.  This only causes his smile to widen.  We both know if ordered I will beg, but that isn’t what he wants.  He wants me to beg for permission to cum, to beg from the pit of my being.  I’m not there yet, but I’m no longer as sure as I was that I won’t reach that point.

Leaving that contest of wills aside for the moment, we shift around on the blanket for me to lay back against him to better enjoy the sunset.  Every so often now, in addition to the torment of the toys, now his fingers would slide over my tormented nipples or rub subtly between my legs on my swollen clit.  It was never enough to push me over the edge, just enough to keep me walking the line between pleasure and pain, between arousal and orgasm.  I felt lightheaded and supremely alert, every sense focused on what was being done with me and what was going on around me.

To enhance this state even more, let me assure you, the sunset at Lanikai is one of the most amazing in the world. (Seriously, check the tourist sites!)  The colors dancing over the small waves ranged from an almost glowing neon orange to the deep blue reflection of the darkening sky.  It hadn’t been a cloudless day, but only gentle gray feathers drifted over the setting ball of flame as it sank into the ocean.  It felt as if my world was slowly spun as the bells chimed for an eighth, ninth then tenth time as the sun sank behind the waves and bright stars began to show against the still blue sky.  More stars winked into existence as the sky darkened and we prepare to leave.

He turns off the toys and places the remotes in his pocket, before standing and offering to help me to my feet. Gathering up our items we head back to the Jeep.  I bury my face in the blanket I am holding and inhale the scents of sun and air and water the beach has left behind.  The parking lot empties fast at sunset, and soon only a few vehicles, ours being one, remain.

Stopping for a moment, he pins me up against the side of the Jeep and slides both hands inside the deep neckline of my dress to place his fingers on the clips firmly biting into my nipples.  I whimper a tiny sound, knowing what is coming next.  Leaning in as if to kiss me, but then biting down hard on my neckline, he pops the clips off my abused nipples and the blood comes rushing back.  My knees almost buckle and the bells still dangling between my thighs chime merrily to ensure he is aware of this.  His hand travels downward next and now the bells are chiming nonstop because my body is shivering.  They seem to almost fill my ears with their quiet ringing as, biting hard on the other side of my neckline, he frees my swollen pussy lips from their steel pinching tormenters as well.

His arm is there to catch me when this time my knees do buckle.  It takes me a moment to recover, his chuckle in my ear causing me to shiver again.  I take a deep breath and look up at him, a tear escaping my eyes in the light of the streetlights.  He licks it gently off my cheek with the tip of his tongue and makes a pleased sound into my ears.  Smiling widely now, he opens the door and instructs me to lay down on the seat.

He pushes my skirt up around my waist, oblivious to what anyone who could drive or walk by can see and runs his touch over my wet and dripping pussy.  His fingers (harsh only moments ago) are gentle now, they tug the anal plug from my ass causing more sensations to race through my veins.  I am relieved the bells are gone now, their betraying chime no longer a worry.  I moan quietly though, and instantly the gentleness disappears as he pinches the tender inside of my thighs harshly for making noise.  I stifle any further sounds as he leaves the egg in and orders me into my seat.

I crawl across like the naughty pet I am, struggling not to catch my dress in the gear shift.  I slide into my seat and buckling my seatbelt, lean back and sigh.  The not being allowed to orgasm is becoming harder and harder for me, and I wonder to myself how much longer I will be able to be obedient.  He starts the car and grins at me.

“Having fun Pet?” he asks me.

I shiver and grin in return.  “Yes Sir,” I answer and then our earlier conversation is picked up where left off in order to watch the sunset.  I don’t ask where we are going, trusting in his judgment.  I’m so desperately in need of an orgasm at this point; I feel I’m going to lose my sanity.  To distract myself from KNOWING I’ve been left in need like this on purpose I shuffle in my purse for my iPod.  I plug it in to the radio, scroll to a list of music I used to use in my younger days and grin at his expression when Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye pours into the air.  I’m pretty surprised the Jeep has a decent radio…for a rental.  Now that I’m not the only one with their mind on wanting an orgasm, I can relax back in the seat and close my eyes for a moment.  I do so, simply enjoying the island breeze passing over me as we pull out onto the road.

My smile widens and I take a deep breath as he informs me that we are headed to a friend’s house for a barbeque.  Somehow, I’m sure there will be more to the evening than just your average cookout…