BDSM Story: "Nudist beach pickup, an opportunistic Master." - Oxy-shop

Nudist beach pickup, an opportunistic Master.


 It was hot today, far too hot to take Max, our German Shepherd, out for a long walk.  


My master was working overseas, and it was the start of his third month away. He regularly sent me instructions or tasks to complete by SMS. He believed that it satisfied my hypersexuality and the continual training as a submissive. But, more importantly, it satisfied both his desires and my cravings.


I always followed my Master’s instructions explicitly without questioning anything. I never knew if he secretly had someone watching me and reporting back if it had been carried out. I was punished once upon his return for not carrying out his instructions when I told him otherwise. I never knew how he found out that I lied. So, since that caning, I’ve always carried out his instructions.


At 10 a.m., a message arrived from Master containing a long and detailed instruction which read, “Laura, take Max to the nudist beach for a swim and play with him on the beach. Depending on which carpark you use, you must walk naked, wearing only your steel collar, to the opposite end of the beach. If you are approached or become friendly with another person, male or female, you must not refuse any physical touches or requests from that person”.


I read the message several times and replied, “Yes, Master”.


The more I thought about the instructions, the more nervous I became, especially about the last part. I wondered whether he’d arranged with someone to meet me, testing if I followed his instructions. I usually only wear this collar when I’m with Master, never alone.


The nudist beach is a short distance from our house. I hadn’t been there for about thirty years; the last was with a boyfriend, and I was too nervous to undress. Public nudity is not something I’m accustomed to.


I went upstairs and searched through my clothes, looking for a bikini. I found several pairs and laid them out on the bed to decide which set I would wear. It didn’t matter, as I was going to be naked most of the time.


Before dressing, I went into the bathroom and covered my entire naked body with coconut sunscreen. Having your pussy and arse sunburnt is a horrible experience. It happened once when I fell asleep in the sun.


I took the 25mm stainless-steel collar from our bondage toy box and locked it on. It immediately felt like I was handing over some control to someone. I placed the key in my jewellery box as no one was home to act as the key holder. I rotated the collar so the metal loop for attaching a least was at the front.

 

 

 

Next, I put on my bikini and tied the strings with a double knot, preventing them from accidentally coming undone. This bikini felt so sexy to wear because of the thin material. Before leaving, I put a leash on the dog and grabbed a towel, my phone and a bag to put everything in.


Once the dog was in the car, we headed to the nudist Beach. Max, the dog, was in the back seat, his head between the front seats, staring through the windscreen, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, panting loudly.


It only took 10 minutes to reach the beach; the closer we got, the more nervous I became. But, for some reason, I was also aroused. I was feeling quite sexy wearing the bikini and collar, as well as not knowing if Master had secretly arranged something. Even if he had, I may never know. My life as his submissive, especially when he’s overseas, is always a test.


The beach is over two kilometres long with a carpark at each end. The northern carpark is more accessible to get down onto the sand, but the nude part starts about 500 metres further to the south. Today was hot, but the sky was becoming clouded, reducing the sting from the sun. My skin was shining and slippery from the coconut sunscreen; it smelt and felt good.


I led the dog along the beach towards the South towards the nudist end. I felt more nervous the closer I got; I could see the entire length of the beach. The official nudist part of the beach was quite busy today.  


When I reached the line in the sand separating the nude and non-nude parts, I stopped, took off my bikini, and shoved it into the bag with sunscreen and my phone. Now completely naked apart from my collar, the dog and I walked along the beach close to the water's edge. As we walked to the opposite end, I discreetly perved at the naked men and women through my sunglasses. I noticed that many of the men who were lying or sitting on towels had erect or half-erect cocks. It must’ve been due to the heat or the situation of being in public. I felt their eyes upon me, watching me, mentally fucking me. I was getting hornier and hornier the further I walked, wondering who was going to approach me. Max, being a German Shepherd dog, I wondered whether that might put some men off.


My collar felt like a beacon shining in the sun, advertising to the hundreds of naked men watching me that I was submissive. I didn’t want or hope for men to rush up to me. If no one did, it would feel like I had failed my Master’s instructions. Having such detailed instructions felt like he was purposely sending me here for a specific task or thing to happen.


So many things were racing through my mind at this point, also constantly being reminded by the teasing wind that I was naked as it caressed my skin.   

As I walked, Max went in and out of the shallows, jumping and snapping at the ripples of the water. I noticed the usual parade of fat men with tiny dicks, standing and staring at me with their hands on their hips and fat stomachs pushed outwards. Sadly, I remembered this from years before, and it happened to be the main thing from that time: a very unattractive look.


When Max and I reached the beach’s Southern end, I found a vacant spot on the sand to lay out my towel. This end seemed more secluded because of the high cliffs surrounding it. It was always busier and had the largest concentration of men. The beach’s Northern end contained more couples and single females or males.

I brought a tennis ball for Max and threw it towards the water, making him give chase straight away. I played with Max for twenty minutes in the shallow water, making him swim and chase the ball. Each time I looked around, numerous men sitting on the beach were watching me closely, which gave me a combination of arousal and nervousness. Only two other women with male partners were within about two hundred metres.  


A little while later, a brown female Kelpie dog ran energetically up to Max. After sniffing each other the way dogs do, they started playing with each other. They chased each other around, Max lunging and playfully growling at his new female friend. A little while later, the concerned owner of the Kelpie rushed up to me. I could see the look on his face, worried his dog was about to be eaten by Max. I quickly reassured him that everything was okay.


“Don’t worry, it’s okay, my dog is fine; he won’t hurt yours at all”, I said reassuringly.


“Thank god for that”, he said, sounding relieved. “By the way, my name is Allan”, he said, holding his hand out.


I shook his hand and said,” I’m Laura, pleased to meet you”.


A sudden tingle shot up my spine. Is this the person Master has secretly organised to meet me, or is he just a random guy at the beach? If this had been organised, he would’ve been told to look out for a collared brunette girl with a German Shepherd. I didn’t remember seeing Allan or the dog anywhere along the beach; maybe they’d just arrived, and I didn’t notice.


Allan and I stood beside each other in the shallows, talking about the dogs, watching them happily playing together.  


Allan was good-looking, Six foot five at least and athletic. I couldn’t help but notice his cock was reasonably long and slender as it hung with the tip just touching the water. The more we talked, the more comfortable I felt about being naked; my inhibitions were gradually disappearing.


“Hey, why don’t you grab your towel and sit with me on the beach under my shelter?” he suggested.


“Sure! Sounds like a great idea,”’ I replied. “This sun is scorching”, I went on to say.


I picked up my towel and bag and went over to where Allan had set up a beach shelter, which was big enough for the two of us, including the dogs, to sit in the shade.


As I spread out my towel on the sand, Allan was already lying back on his in the shade.


I laid back on mine, and the two of us began talking. I thought to myself, this could end up being Allan’s lucky day. Master had instructed me to refuse anyone’s physical touches or requests. So, I was wondering in the back of my mind where this would go.


But, on the other hand. If Master had arranged for Allan to meet me, this would have been a test. If I refuse Allan’s requests, I’ll be punished. I wouldn’t say I liked being punished, and Master knew it. I would do anything not to feel the sting of his thin cane.


After talking to Allan for an hour or more, I soon discovered he was divorced and lived close to this beach. I accidentally knocked my bag, and the coconut oil slid onto the sand. Allan’s eyes locked onto the plastic bottle.


I pushed the bottle back into the bag when Allan asked, “Would you like some of that rubbed onto your back?”


“Yes, please. I would love that,” I replied.


I handed Allan the bottle of coconut oil and rolled over so I was lying on my stomach.


He started drizzling a line of coconut oil that ran from my neck, down my spine and through the crack of my arse. I could feel the oil dribble down between my legs and over my bald pussy. I was beginning to become more aroused, picturing in my mind where things might go.


At first, my arms were at my sides, and my head was resting on the towel, facing sideways away from Allan. The men lying close by were watching us closely. One was slowly masturbating, and another started playing with his cock the moment I made eye contact with him. The thought of knowing men around me were getting turned on made me even hornier than I already was. I turned my head to face Allan, turning to admire his beautiful body and his semi-hard cock.


Allan slowly spread the oil over my naked flesh; his long fingers were slow and precise. They started at my neck, adjacent to the collar.


“Tell me about this collar, Laura”, Allan asked.


“I am a lifestyle submissive and wear this whenever my master instructs me or when someone is dominating me. It’s a symbol of my submission and of their ownership”, I explained to him.


“So, where is this Master now? He enquired further.


“Oh, he’s been overseas on assignment for several months. He instructed me to come here today wearing this collar”, I told Allan.


Allan’s fingers were slowly working the oil down my body, and I was becoming aroused and relaxed, slowly succumbing to his touches.


After a short while, Allan said, “So, if you’re wearing this collar now, does that mean you’re submitting to me? Does that mean I currently own you?

That tingling sensation returned as I opened my mouth to answer his question.


“The fact that my Master isn’t present, and he’s instructed me to wear it to a nudist beach, and I’m letting a stranger rub coconut oil over my naked body without any objection, I guess that means, yes, I am submitting to you”, I answered.


“That’s a good girl”, Allan said, smiling.


His fingers slowly smeared the oil over my arse cheeks. As he spread the oil over my arse cheeks, he occasionally dropped a finger deep between them, deep enough so the fingertip brushed over the sphincter. I gasped softly and slowly opened my legs wider apart as if inviting him to go further.


“Good girl”, Allan said softly in response.


“Thank you, Sir”, I said quietly as an automatic response.


As a submissive, I had lived with many rules, and most had become automatic responses to various situations. My legs always opened slightly wider whenever my thighs were touched. I never wore knickers or crossed my legs; knees were always at least shoulder width apart when seated. Things like this were automatic unless otherwise instructed.  

 

Opening my legs wider was usually a subtle movement, just enough to tweak the other person’s subconscious. But in this case, today, I spread my legs much wider, offering Allan full access to anywhere he liked.


Allan methodically smeared the oil over the backs of my thighs and sometimes slid a finger up and down through my labia and over the sphincter. Whenever he touched me there, I lifted my hips surreptitiously, inviting them to go inside me. I could see Allan’s long cock was hard and twitching, the veins giving it a ribbed look.  

More coconut oil was drizzled into my arse crack, Allan was now fixated on this part of my body, and he began massaging the oil into the opening of my sphincter. He pushed his finger several centimetres into my sphincter. I gasped louder this time and lifted my arse slightly. He withdrew the finger and smeared the excess oil into the opening of my vagina. My pussy was wet and slippery from arousal.


My waxed pussy was well and truly lubricated by the coconut oil; Allan’s fingers glided effortlessly over the folds of flesh. He slowly fingered me, making me moan louder and louder; my hips pushed back against his hand. I wanted his cock inside me so badly.


I was getting close to orgasm and opened my eyes to see a small audience of naked men nearby, watching what Allan was doing to me. By this stage, I was too fucking aroused to care less one way or another. They were stroking their cocks; I could see fresh cum over one guy's body where he had recently ejaculated.

“Roll over onto your back, Laura”’ Allan instructed.


“Yes, Sir”, I replied immediately.


I rolled over and spread my legs wide open. For some reason, I felt more vulnerable lying this way. Allan rubbed and massaged my entire slit, then slid a couple of fingers inside me.


I grabbed hold of Allan’s cock and began to stroke it slowly. It felt quite long and thick in my delicate hands.


“Would you like to return to my place with me so I can show you the ropes?” he asked quietly.


“Yes, Sir, I would love that more than anything”, I answered eagerly, which transcribed in my mind as I wanted to be tied up and fucked as much as possible.


I couldn’t help from sounding eager. I heard other men nearby ask Allan if they could come as well. He smiled and told them not this time. Did that mean there were going to be other times? Oh, the way I was feeling now, I certainly hope so.


Allan lived about 5 minutes’ walk away from that end of the beach. After giving me the address, I said I’d meet him in about twenty minutes as I had to return to the carpark.


I put the leash back on Max, grabbed my bag and towel, and started walking back to the Northern end, where my car was parked. Upon reaching the non-nude line of the beach, I stopped briefly and put my bikini back on.


I still felt horny by the time I started driving to Allan’s house. So many things were racing through my mind about what would happen when I arrived.  

 

Upon finding Allan’s house, I parked my car in his driveway. It was an older eighties-style single-story brick veneer house with an unkept and overgrown front garden.


I held Max by his collar when I knocked on the front door. Allan’s dog, Winnie, immediately started barking at us from the other side of the door. When Allan opened the door, Max raced inside and greeted Winnie like they hadn’t seen each other for years. When Allan closed the door behind me, the two dogs had already gone outside into the backyard.


“Strip”, Allan commanded the moment the front door latched closed.


“Yes, Sir”, I replied without hesitation.


I stood in the entrance hall with my feet shoulder-width apart. I removed my bikini top and handed it slowly to Allan. Next, I untied the strings on either side of my bikini bottoms, allowing them to fall free. I gave the bikini bottoms to Allan, which he took and examined carefully.


He looked straight at me and said in a loud voice, “You’ve created a little wet patch in the crotch of these; I hope they aren’t soiled”.


I quickly looked down, avoiding eye contact with him. Anxiety flooded through me as I nervously replied, “I’m sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again”.


“Good”, he roared. “I’m locking these away until you leave”.


“Stand, legs apart, wrists crossed behind your back”, he commanded loudly.


“Yes, Sir”, I replied.


I spread my feet wider apart and crossed my wrists behind my back. Allan went off into another room while. I had no idea how much BDSM experience Allan had. I knew nothing of Allan’s background at all.


A while later, Allan returned holding a length of cotton rope. He went behind me and began tying my wrists together. He felt quite aggressive in handling the rope, and when he tied off the knots, he suddenly became quite dominant and somewhat strict, utterly different from his manner at the beach.


He took Winnie’s leash off the hall stand, clipped it to the loop of my collar, and then led me through the house and into the kitchen.


“Do you drink bourbon, slave?” he asked, holding a Jacks bottle.


“Yes, Sir”, I replied.


“Neat with ice? He questioned.


Without looking at him, I just nodded as if to say yes.


“What was that enslaved person? I didn’t hear your voice”, boomed his voice.


“I’m sorry, Sir, yes, please neat with plenty of ice”, I nervously answered.


Allan half-filled two glasses with ice, then filled them with Bourbon. He placed a small straw in one of the glasses and held it to me.


“Here, have a drink, a big drink; don’t stop until I tell you”, Allan commanded.


“Yes, Sir”, I replied as I took the straw in my mouth and began sucking.


I kept sucking and swallowing the bourbon, watching the level drop dramatically in the glass waiting for the next command.


When the glass was almost empty, Allan shouted. “STOP!” making me jump.


“STOP!” Allan shouted, making me jump.


I took a deep breath and said, “Yes, Sir, Thank you, Sir”.


He refilled the glass again to almost the same level. After picking up the two glasses in one hand and using his spare hand to hold the leash attached to my collar, he led me outside into the yard.


The backyard had a large entertainment area, a reasonable-sized swimming pool, and an adjoining BBQ area. There were several tables and chairs and sun lounges. The backyard looked entirely private, surrounded by high fences. The two dogs were running around the yard happily playing.


He was dressed in only a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Allan’s cock was hard and created a bulge in the front of his shorts.


With my wrists still tied together behind my back, he assisted me onto a sun lounge and then pulled the two rope tails from my bound wrists under my bum to the front. He then pulled my ankles up close to my bum and tied them with the rope tails, preventing me from straightening my legs. In this position, my knees were wide open and against the armrests exposing my naked pussy. I was so aroused.


Allan placed the straw to my lips once again and commanded, “Drink, slave girl, keep drinking until I tell you to stop”.


Before I could answer, the straw was inside my mouth. I sucked and swallowed the bourbon, wondering when he was going to say the next command. I watched the level in the glass drop until it was a quarter full.


“STOP!” he shouted.


I immediately stopped sucking and took a couple of large breaths.


I hadn’t eaten since this morning, my empty stomach making the effects of this amount of Bourbon go straight to my head. Allan knew too well the impact it was having on me. I knew I wouldn’t be driving home tonight.


“By the way, Slave, you didn’t answer me before. You deserve some punishment for that”, he said.


Reaching down between my open knees, he smacked my pussy hard, quickly, at least 20 times with his right hand. I yelped loudly, trying to wriggle and squirm away from his hand. When he stopped, I felt the heat rushing from my crotch, the stinging sensation slowly subsiding away.


“What do you have to say about that slave?” Allan's voice boomed.


“Thank you, Sir, thank you for the punishment”, I replied nervously.


“mmmmm, I can see someone has trained you well”, he said, grinning slyly.


‘Yes, Sir, they have”, I replied arrogantly.


Allan’s experience began to show, and I will never officially know whether my Master had purposely picked Allan to meet me or if he was just a random guy at the beach.


Allan left me alone, restrained on the sun lounge, taking my glass back inside the house. The effects of the alcohol were making me feel quite lightheaded.

Allan returned holding a glass half full of something different from Bourbon and a small tube of ointment, which he placed on the table alongside the sun lounge. I had yet to learn what either of them were.


He held the glass in front of me and said, “Laura, this drink is something I’ve made from Sildenafil and a variety of Chinese herbs; it acts not only as a female version of Viagra but will completely relax you, too. The combined effects will only intensify the outcome. Are you happy to have some of this?


“Yes, Sir, as long as I can stay the night, and it’s safe and legal, I am willing to try it, “I replied.


I asked, “Sir, what is in that small tube?”


He smiled at me and replied, “That’s a unique ointment; when applied to the labia and clitoris, it causes some swelling and heating. I believe it is an incredible turn-on because of the effects.”


“Are you willing to try that as well? Allan asked.


‘Yes, Sir, I am always up for experimentation”, I replied.


I’ve had experiences years before with similar things. I once tried a special cream made from bee venom that caused the labia and vulva to swell for several hours. It made the muscles around the vagina and vulva swell and tighten, intensifying the arousal to unimaginable levels. It had the same effect as a pussy pump. I like experimenting with new things.  


Allan picked up the ointment tube and squeezed a blob onto his fingertip. He reached between my legs and carefully smeared the ointment all over my labia and vulva. At first, I gasped at him touching my pussy whilst being helpless. Shortly afterwards, I felt the heat and swelling increase. The effects slowly intensified as the minutes passed.  


I closed my eyes as the arousal increased along with the effects of the ointment. My labia and clitoris quickly became ultra-sensitive at the same time. It was an unusual sensation, but at the same time, it was making me incredibly horny in no time at all. It was like having an insect sting; I badly wanted the area touched or rubbed to satisfy the itch.


I was gasping softly from the increasing arousal; Allan chuckled, fully aware of the effects it was creating. He then raised the glass full of the Sildenafil and herbal concoction to my lips and said, “Here, drink this; it won’t hurt you, but it’s going to keep you horny all night”.


He held my head tilted back with his thumb on my chin, keeping my mouth open. The glass contents were poured into my mouth, making me quickly gulp it down. The taste was disgusting, but Allan quickly pushed a straw into my mouth so I could finish off that last glass of Bourbon to wash away the taste.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you, the taste is disgusting; luckily, you still had some Bourbon left”, he told me jokingly.


“That concoction acts like Viagra in men, takes effect in forty minutes, and should last all night. I’ve given it to someone several times and found it very effective. The Herbs calm and relax you, enhancing the effects of the other things”, he explained.


Allan laid back on the other sun lounge, sipping his Bourbon, watching me closely for the effects to work. My body started tingling, my head was beginning to spin, and I felt euphoric.


After thirty minutes or so, Allan reached between my legs and rubbed his long index finger several times up through my slit. That alone brought me to the edge. I was so fucking horny that I was close to orgasm without any intervention. The concoction, ointment, and alcohol were already having an influence, and I was becoming more relaxed and hornier by the minute, especially from the combination of Sildenafil and the hot sensation of the ointment.  


“Ah, things seem to be going to plan. You are unbelievably wet already. Such a good slave you are”, he told me.


“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir”, I said in a relaxed voice.


Allan smiled and began to untie my ankles, leaving my wrists tied behind my back. He assisted me to straighten my legs on the sun lounge as they were stiff from being tied in the bent position.


Allin stood off the side of the sun lounge and removed his T-shirt, revealing his athletic body. He then slowly pulled his shorts down to the ground. His long hard cock immediately sprung to attention; the shaft was covered with veins that rippled down its length.


He swung his left leg over me, so he was straddling the lounge, his cock close to my face. After a slight forward movement, the tip of his cock at my lips. In no time at all, it was inside my mouth, my lips sliding down the shaft.  I sucked his cock as eagerly as I could, and precum began to dribble into my mouth. I was desperate for sex, desperate to get that long cock of his inside my pussy.


As I sucked his cock, Allan held onto the sides of my head so he could begin to thrust his hips back and forth. His cock was too long for me to take its length into my mouth, let alone my throat. I wanted his cum inside my mouth; his groans became louder. But he withdrew his cock before he had a chance to cum.


Allan bent down and began kissing me passionately whilst reaching down and placing his hand between my legs. I swung my right leg off to the side of the sun lounge to give him unlimited access. He kept kissing me passionately on the lips whilst he rubbed my ultra-sensitive pussy. Suddenly, he plunged two fingers inside my vagina. They slid effortlessly through the entrance, making me lift my hips to get them deeper.


Allan moved backwards, spread my legs wide apart and dived down with his face against my pussy.  He plunged his tongue into my slit, swirled it around and flicked it over the labia. He sucked my clitoris, making me arch my back with pleasure. I started moaning loudly. I orgasmed almost immediately when his tongue pushed into the entrance of my vagina. The orgasm was intense, much more than usual; my entire body shook and shuddered. The intensity was heightened as a combined result of the alcohol, ointment and herbal Sildenafil concoction.


I apologised for the orgasm’s intensity, “I’m sorry, Sir, I couldn’t stop it”, I said.


Allan said nothing, only smiled and knelt alongside the sun lounge. He forcibly spread my legs wide apart and applied more ointment over my vagina. I was way too relaxed to care or to fight it.


He started fingering my pussy hard and fast; a short later, another orgasm flooded through my body, equally intense, if not more than the one previously. I moaned whilst he fingered me so loudly that the neighbours would hear. I bucked my hips with his fingers inside me; the pleasure was intense, nothing like nothing I’d experienced before.


Multiple orgasms soon arrived one after another; when Allan finally stopped, they continued for some time like aftershocks of an earthquake.


Allan went inside the house and left me limp on the sun lounge. The two dogs, Max and Winnie, came to see if I was alright. Max licked my face, but I was helpless to stop him because my wrists were still tied behind my back.


Allan finally returned, holding a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a black ball gag.


“I think you need this gag, Laura; our neighbours might complain about your moans”, he told me.


I just nodded; I was exhausted and too relaxed to say much. Once he buckled the ball gag tightly around my head, the ball prevented me from speaking or making much noise.


I desperately wanted someone to touch my pussy or rub it to soothe the sensation of the second application of ointment. It was this application that ensured it lasted all night.


“Stand and present yourself, legs apart”, Allan shouted.


I slowly stood up, feeling very unstable. I spread my feet wide apart.


Allan smacked my arse cheeks hard, “I didn’t hear you, slave!” he yelled loudly.


“Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir”, I replied, slurring my words.


Allan untied my wrists and then locked them into leather cuffs. Bringing my wrists around to the front, he threaded the rope through the metal loops of the cuffs and tied them together.


I was unbelievably wobbly on my feet. My head felt euphoric; everything was spinning. I was still incredibly aroused, relaxed, and didn’t care what happened.


Allan guided me inside the house, holding onto the wrist cuffs. He sat me on an oversized comfortable chair and lifted my arms above my head to tie the rope to a beam above, keeping me leaning back against the backrest.  


With my arms bound above my head, I watched Allan swallow a couple of blue pills and wondered whether it was Viagra. His cock was still rock hard. I wanted it inside me; I tried to beg for it, but the gag prevented me. Drool from the ballgag streamed downwards over my breasts.


Allan sat alongside me in the chair. With his strong arm, he lifted me onto his lap so he was beneath me, his hard cock sticking up between my legs resting against my slit. He reached around my front and spread my thighs wide apart.


I started to thrust my hips, so his cock would slide against my clitoris. Using the bottle of lubricant that was next to the chair, he squeezed the contents all over his upright cock and my hairless pussy. He spread it all over my labia and the head of his cock. I was desperate to get his cock inside me.


“You’re such a sexually charged slut, aren’t you, Laura. You fucking want me so badly, don’t you?” he said in a teasing way.


I thrust my hips, attempting to slide my lubed-up pussy against his long shaft. His mouth was close to my ear, whispering dirty things.


“You are going to get fucked so much tonight, Laura, I don’t think it’s going to stop. Just wait until the other two are home. Three hard cocks pounding your helpless holes non-stop tonight, Laura. You want that, don’t you, you little slut” he whispered from behind my ear.


I didn’t care how many cocks; I wanted it tonight. My pussy was on fire. The more he spoke dirty to me, the more desperate I became.


Allan lifted my body slightly, using one hand and the other to guide his stiff cock into my pussy. I moaned through the gag as its head pushed through the opening. The moment the head penetrated, the shaft suddenly slid deep into me as he lowered me onto his lap. I was being impaled; my arms tied overhead made it impossible to do much. He reached around in front and held my thighs wide open; he smacked them hard the moment I tried to close them slightly.


“Do not close your legs. Keep them wide open, or I’ll fucking punish you. You understand that little slut?” he roared.


I just nodded in acknowledgment.


My nipples were fully erect. Allan grabbed and held each one, squeezing tightly; I wriggled and squirmed from the sharp pain. Anytime I did, I felt his cock move within my body, reminding me I was helplessly impaled on this long hard cock.


He rubbed his fingers all over my mound and over my clitoris, teasing me. I moaned; I wanted him to stop and just fuck me.


“If you weren’t gagged, I’d have you on your knees begging me to fuck you. You fucking want me, don’t you? “He said close to my ear.


Before I even had a chance to nod, he started lifting me several inches and slamming me back down. Over and over, this was repeated. I was so aroused that I orgasmed after about the third or fourth time. Each time, he lifted me slightly higher and then pulled me back down on him. Oh fuck! It was so intense. Each time his cock buried deep into me, I gave a muffled moan through the gag.


Allan’s two housemates arrived home. They stopped when they entered the room and watched us fucking.  I was getting too much pleasure to pay much attention.

“Oh, fuck, look at that! Allan, you’re a fucking hero; you bought home a little present for all of us”, one guy said enthusiastically.


“It's just something I found at the beach. She’s fucking insatiable; I’ve pumped her full of bourbon and other stuff to keep her horny all night”, Allan told the men.

The two guys both gave each other a high five and let out a cheer as they grabbed a beer from the fridge and on the couch opposite.


Allen reached around in front again, squeezing and tightly holding both nipples. My body shuddered immediately as an orgasm flooded through me, making me squirt from the intensity.


Allan’s housemates, watching, cheered and raised their beers.


Eventually, Allan stopped fucking me and lifted me off his lap, dropping back onto the chair. I leaned back, panting through the gag. I noticed he didn’t cum, which probably had something to do with the medication he took earlier.


The housemates were named John and Dave. Both fit-looking and, going by the clothes, looked like tradies.


John undressed and came over to where I was seated. He lifted and flipped me over and positioned me so I was kneeling on the seat, arms over my head, my face between my upper arms.


My pussy and arse faced the centre of the room. John then ran his fingers through my pussy lips then poked a couple into my tight arse. I was still horny, so I automatically pushed backward against his touch. Drool ran downwards from my gagged mouth, creating a wet patch on the back of the chair.


“Fuck! Her arse is tight. Are we allowed to fuck that?” John called out to Allan.


“No, don’t, not yet, maybe later on”. He replied.


John grabbed hold of me by my hips and pushed his cock into the entrance of my vagina, and started fucking me Doggystyle.


His cock was shorter and thicker than Allan’s; once inside through the entrance, he thrust hard to the hilt. He did this every time he thrust into me; I matched it with a movement back into him. Soon, the thrusts became a constant thump thump thump with a soft background squelching noise from the copious juices flowing from me.


“Way to go, Johnno, fuck her hard, you’re a fucking beast”, Dave excitedly said.


“Just don’t break her. I want her to last all night”, Allan yelled.


John fucked me for ages, only to be replaced by Dave immediately after he withdrew his cock. Dave continued fucking me Doggystyle; his thrusts were slower and gentler.


John went in front of my face and unbuckled the gag, giving my mouth a reprieve when the ballgag fell out. He pushed his creamy-covered cock between my lips, covered with a combination of his and Allan’s cum mixed with my juices. I sucked eagerly, making his cock hard again whilst tasting the cocktail of fluids over the shaft.


All three must have taken Viagra or like maintain these relatively hard erections after cumming.


Eventually, Dave withdrew his cock from me and repeated precisely what John did, “Here, I want you to clean my cock thoroughly; I want it like brand new”, he demanded as I began sucking off the combination of the fluids from the four of us.


After having tasted three lots of cum mixed with my juices. I was still aroused; the effect of the ointment was just as much as before.


I flipped back over and sat down with my arms still tied overhead. I thought to myself, WOW! That’s the first wave. I felt very relaxed, but the effects of the alcohol were beginning to wear off. Things weren’t spinning as much, but this entire encounter since meeting Allan felt like I was in a dream; it felt surreal.


By now, the men were dressed wearing only shorts, their medicated erections forming a bulge in front. It was still light outside; Allan eventually untied me, giving my arms a rest. Next, he locked a leather cuff onto each ankle.


“Before we go any further, Max has been fed and happily playing with Winnie, and pizzas have arrived for dinner. We’ll go and eat outside; then it will be playtime again. Is that okay?” Allan informed me.


“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir”, I replied.


Allan grabbed the rope attached to the two wrist cuffs and led me outside into the backyard. John and Dave were already sitting there eating pizza and drinking beers.


“Do you want something to eat, Laura?” Allan asked.


I shook my head and said,” No, thank you, Sir.”


Without saying anything else, Allan positioned me beneath the verandah and used the rope from the wrist cuffs to tie my arms overhead to a beam. An additional length of rope was attached to each ankle cuff to restrain my legs wide apart via two verandah posts.


The final rope on the table was looped through my collar and passed down between my legs to secure a wand vibrator against my clitoris. The rope continued back up through my arse crack and tied off around my waist. The vibrator pressed firmly against my clitoris; anytime I tried lifting my head up and backward, it pulled even harder.


Dave and John, sitting at a nearby table, were watching Allan with intrigue as he restrained me so that I was totally helpless.


I was so aroused and had been the entire time since leaving the beach, helped by the combination of Sildenafil, herbs, alcohol, and ointment. I usually become aroused anytime I’m bound or restrained in some manner. Being naked and vulnerable, not knowing what’s about to happen, gets my juices flowing.  


When Allan walked off, I tried moving my legs and arms, testing his skills, but I was stretched between the posts and beam, totally helpless.


He returned with a very strong bourbon and Coke in a large glass. After placing the straw into my mouth, he said, “Here, drink this, Laura. The extra sugar of the Coke will benefit you”.


I immediately drank about half a glassful in one hit.


“Good girl”, Allan said.


He leaned down slightly and kissed me passionately on the lips. Our tongues touched and explored each other’s mouths. He grabbed a handful of my wavy black hair and pulled my head back, making the vibrator pull hard into my clitoris. I find kissing so erotic, even more so when someone pulls my hair and wants to play rough. I don’t mind it rough; it makes the sex even more arousing.  


After breaking away, he shoved the straw into my mouth and said, “Drink the rest”.


After Allan walked off, John came over and started running his hands all over my body, exploring every part. Using clothes pegs, he had in his pocket, he clamped one on each of my erect nipples. I immediately gasped, caused by the combination of pleasure and pain.


“You’re fucking lucky Allan is here; I have this urge to whip every inch of you”, John whispered in my ear.


Allan returned with another very strong bourbon and Coke. He raised the glass to my lips so I could drink through the straw and switched the vibrator to the medium setting. The sudden surprise of the vibrations against my clit made my entire body flinch against the restraints, causing me to spill some of the drink over my breasts accidentally.


The vibrations immediately created intense pleasure, so fierce that I was incapable of drinking. My body started shaking, making the vibrations increase or decrease the pleasure. The alcohol was taking effect, and I became lightheaded and felt quite euphoric from the different things Allan had mixed with the last drink.


I orgasmed very quickly and intensely; my entire body shook and shuddered, making me moan loudly from the pleasure. The vibrations from the wand buzzed directly through my clitoris and my whole body; it was so intense. Another intense orgasm arrived quickly, making my body quiver and shake.


In no time at all, I was becoming spaced out; the orgasms kept quickly coming one after another. I was moaning and gasping, tossing my head around with my eyes closed, feeling nothing but intense pleasure. I felt limp and helpless, like a rag doll; having lost total control from the nonstop forced orgasms, my body continued quivering and shaking. Every muscle was becoming exhausted, the pleasure turning to torture. By now, I’d well and truly lost count of the number of orgasms since arriving here today. I’d also totally lost track of time.


“Please, Master, make it STOP!” I blurted out loud. “PLEASE! STOP IT!”.


Allan switched the vibrator off and untied the rope, which held it in position. I was panting, my body still quivering.


“Thank you, Master Allan, Thank you”. I said exhaustedly as he removed the vibrator and placed it on the table.


Allan kissed me passionately on the lips again. He noticed my hands changing colour from the ropes as my wrists carried more weight the more exhausted I became.

“Laura, you called me Master for the first time. What’s different?” Allan asked me.


“You have had total control of me for the last few hours; it felt appropriate”, I explained.


“I’m truly grateful. Okay then, Master Allan, it is, from now onwards. Is that clear?” he said.


“Yes, Master Allan, very clear”, I said.


John and Dave got out of the chairs and helped Allan untie me. I felt like a rag doll being manhandled by three fit men, too exhausted to resist even if I wanted to. I suddenly realised that it was almost entirely dark. I had been here since the middle of the afternoon.


Allan picked me up with the ropes still attached to the cuffs and carried me into a spare bedroom. He laid me down on the king-size bed with a brass bed frame at both ends. Each bed end had vertical slats as well as posts at the corners. There was nothing on the bed apart from a mattress.


“This is your bed and bathroom for the rest of the night or, in the future, anytime you want to visit the three of us.”, Allan said, placing me on my back.

“Thank you, Master Allan,” I said, slurring the words.


Allan raised my wrists above my head and tied off the rope to a vertical slat in the centre slat of the bedhead, keeping them stretched above my head. At the same time, Dave and John spread my legs wide apart and tied each rope to the corners of the bed.  John ran his hand up my right leg and plunged two fingers deep into my pussy. They slid easily in through the entrance, making me arch my hips a little. I was so drowsy and so relaxed that it felt like the only thing still functioning in my body was my pussy.


“She is so wet and still very aroused by the looks”, John told the others.


“She should be that way all night from the cocktail of things I gave her”, Allan replied.


I heard everything they were talking about; I fully understood every word but didn’t care less one way or another.


Allan took a black lambskin blindfold from a nearby chest of drawers and buckled it on, completely blocking out all light. He then did exactly what John had just done, slid two of his fingers deep into my vagina. I gasped as they slid in so easily. I lifted my hips slightly, inviting him to do more. Fuck! I was still so fucking horny.


“Laura, Listen carefully. You are going to be fucked repeatedly tonight. We’re going back outside shortly to drink, and then one by one, each of us is going to come back in here and fuck you. Then, when we finish, we will repeat the cycle again and again until all three of us are exhausted”, Allan explained.


“Laura, do you fully understand what I just said?” he continued.


“Yes, Master Allan, I understand”, I replied.


“Are you happy for us to do this, Laura!” Allan said loud and clear.


“Yes, Master Allan. I want to please you; I want to be fucked over and over. I want your cocks inside me.”, I replied, sounding exhausted.


“Good girl, I’ll let you rest for a while, then come and visit you first’, Allan told me.


I only nodded because I was too relaxed to say anything. I heard the men excitedly talking as they left the room, and I started drifting off to sleep.


Suddenly, I was woken up, still feeling drowsy by something wet, not cold or hot, drizzled entirely over my body. I felt lines of this stuff being drizzled over each thigh and quite a bit around my pussy. I felt it trickling down over my hairless pussy and then all over my stomach and breasts.


I was still restrained, ankles spread wide, tied to the corners of the bed, my wrists over my head secured to the bedhead. The blindfold prevented me from seeing a thing.


The person started slowly massaging this liquid all over me; it felt highly slippery. I soon realised by the aromatic smell that it was baby oil. As they massaged my breasts, I became aroused quickly. As the hand passed over my erect nipples, it paused briefly to squeeze each one tightly. It made me gasp softly and arch my back a little each time.


The blindfold made me focus intensely on the hand. I held my breath in anticipation, wondering which direction it would go next or what it would do to me.


Soon, the hand slid down my body and, in no time at all, began massaging the entire area between my legs. The fingers slid through the folds of my Labia and then slowly in through the entrance of my vagina past the second knuckle joint.  Oh fuck, that felt so good.


The finger withdrew and slid further down and slipped effortlessly into my sphincter. It made me sink my hips, suggesting I liked it and wanted more. When the finger penetrated my vagina, I lifted my hips, hoping to get it deeper. The baby oil made my flesh so slippery; the fingers felt so erotic as they slid between the sphincter and pussy, penetrating them each time.


More baby oil was drizzled over my body, the fingers sliding methodically around my hard clitoris, making me arch my back from pleasure. Oh, Fuck, I thought; I was ready for someone to fuck me now more than ever.


“You love that, don’t you, Laura?” Allan said, making me jump.


“Yes, Master Allan, I do. Please fuck me, Master”, I said, sounding desperate.


He loosened the ropes, securing my ankles enough for me to lift my knees. I felt Allan climb onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He repositioned my legs so they were over his thighs. He teased me by sliding the head of his cock up and down my oil-covered slit. I was trying to lift my hips to get it inside me. Fuck! I wanted it so bad.


Suddenly. In one slow action, his long cock, rippled with veins, slid inside my pussy. I moaned loudly as it slowly passed through the entrance, pushing my cervix to one side. The blindfold enhanced my focus; it felt long, like a python.


Slowly he began to fuck me. Not fast, but long slow rhythmic thrusts, slowly withdrawing until the head of his cock was at the entrance, then sliding slowly back into me as far as he could, each time I moaned as I felt every millimetre of its bumps and veins.


He kissed me passionately at the same time, adding even more pleasure to what I was already feeling. I orgasmed during the third or fourth slow thrust; it was a long, intense orgasm, my pelvic muscles squeezing every inch of his shaft as it slid slowly into me. I was so fucking aroused, so spaced out with pleasure; my mind and body felt like they were in a different world.


Allan fucked me using this technique for quite a while. The pleasure was intense, his technique was flawless, and I was no less aroused than when he first started. I was having multiple orgasms, which felt completely different from what they usually did, especially like the ones I experienced outside earlier or when having sex with Dave and John.


These orgasms flooded through my entire body much slower and took a lot longer to pass. The pleasure remained intense, and there were only small periods between each one. I had never experienced anything like this before. I could only put it down to whatever Allan put in my drink to relax me so much.

When Allan finally unloaded his cum inside me, his cock remained just as hard; he continued slowly fucking in the same manner, except that his load of cum now added to the lubrication.


Eventually, Allan withdrew his cock and got off me. Almost immediately, he was replaced by someone else. This person was more aggressive in how he moved and repositioned my legs. He pushed his erect cock into me, fucking me hard and fast from the onset.


Even blindfolded, I knew straight away that it was John. He fucked me a lot faster and harder; each thrust slamming to the hilt, his body banging against my clitoris each time.


“Yeah, baby, take it. I’m gonna fuck you hard”, John said aggressively.

 

His face was beside mine; I could feel his hot breath on my ear. He had one arm under my back as he rested his body weight on me. With every big thrust, he followed up with a smaller one, trying to penetrate his cock even deeper. Allan’s cock was long and slender, but John’s cock was shorter and fatter. John was shorter in height than Allan, but his body still managed to cover mine.


He fucked me using a completely different technique, fast and hard thrusts, each time pressing against my clitoris. I was thrusting my hips upwards to match his. It didn’t take me long to orgasm, my body shuddering beneath his.


“Oh yeah, cum on my cock bitch! Go on, cum again; I want to feel how fucking helpless you are”, John said abruptly.


John fucked me like this for some time; a few times, his cock fell out accidentally. The moment he shoved it back in, I gasped. He started thrusting faster; I moaned louder as I came closer to orgasm.  A short time later, John roared loudly and ejaculated. This brought me to orgasm immediately. It was so intense that it made me squirt; juices covered the bed sheets.


“There you go bitch! That didn’t hurt a bit, did it?” John said as he climbed off the bed.


I heard John leave the room and be replaced by someone else, whom I presumed to be Dave. He lifted each of my legs and tied my ankles to the top of the bedhead so they were just back past the level of my head, lifting my arse and pussy off the bed. This position made me feel more vulnerable because it gave Dave easy access to whatever he desired.


More baby oil was squirted over my pussy; the excess dribbled down over my sphincter. The oil was massaged into my vagina and sphincter, making me gasp from the pleasure. It felt fantastic, but I thought the bed must be in a mess, given the amount of baby oil used. The mattress felt like a giant wet spot; the room smelt of sex and perspiration.


Dave positioned himself between my legs so his hard cock was resting over the top of my oily slit. Still highly aroused, I jiggled my hips, inviting him to do something.

“Oh, you horny little slut. You want this, don’t you? I can tell”, Dave said excitedly.


“Just shut up and fuck me”, I said softly in response.


He eased his hips back and slid his cock deep into me. It was long, too, not as long as Allan’s or fat like John’s. I didn’t care how big or small it was; I just wanted it. He began to fuck me with long gentle thrusts, and it felt just as good as the other two. He reached under my hips and pushed a finger deep into my arse. The moment that happened, I orgasmed immediately. Dave fucked both holes at the same time, cock in my pussy, finger in my arse. It was driving me wild with pleasure. I thrust my hips up and down, trying to match both penetrations at the same time.


The more things the men did to me, the more insatiable I became.


Allan walked into the room and saw what was happening, “Okay, let’s untie those ankles and fuck her both at the same time”, he suggested to Dave.


They quickly untied my ankles and wrists from the bed. Allan laid on the bed and pulled me up on top of him, my legs sprawling over the sides of his thighs. Anytime the men moved me into another position, I felt helpless, like a ragdoll. Allan inserted his cock into my pussy and held me down on his chest. Dave moved into place behind, pressing against my arse cheeks. He shifted his hips and then slowly pushed his cock into my well-oiled sphincter, making me gasp and moan loudly.


Oh my god, I’m being double penetrated, something which I haven’t done for some time.


They fucked both holes alternately; when Allan withdrew, Dave would thrust and vice versa. I felt utterly helpless being held by Allan, almost like it was when restrained. The intensity quickly built up, and the first orgasm was extended, making my entire body quiver whilst both cocks were inside me.


“Hey John, come here. We are going to need you!” Allan called out.


John walked in the door and excitedly said, “Oh Fuck yes”.


He climbed on the bed, close to my face and positioned his semi-erect cock at my lips. I grabbed his cock close to the base and held it tightly. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck eagerly; it was hard in no time at all.


“This girl is fucking insatiable”, John said in between moans and grunts.


The three men swapped positions around and changed roles several times fucking for what felt like hours and hours. They alternated between my pussy, arse and mouth. It wasn’t long until I’d tasted and swallowed cum from all three men. I thought I was in heaven; the pleasure was constant and continuous. All three of them had each cum several times, and all my holes, including my mouth, had been filled at least once or twice with cum.


Eventually, the fucking stopped, and the men went off to sleep in their own beds. I was physically exhausted; my entire body ached from being tied in different positions and from the intensity of the orgasms. I dozed off to sleep, waking a couple of hours later, just before sunrise. The bedroom I was in smelt of stale cum and perspiration. I removed the leather ankle and wrist cuffs and showered in the ensuite bathroom.


Afterwards, I snuck outside to make sure Max was all right. The two dogs were stretched out, fast asleep on the outdoor lounge chairs. I quietly wandered around Allan’s house, careful not to wake any of the men, looking for my bikini, bag and car keys. I went into each room and only found the bag and keys. All three were in a deep sleep, each snoring. I wrote a note thanking Allan and included my phone number. I left the message in the middle of the bed, which was stained with baby oil and cum.


It wasn’t daylight yet, and I could not find my bikini, so I walked Max naked to the car and placed him in the back seat. An elderly man and woman walked past the house with their small dog as I got into the driver's seat. They look surprised to see me naked; I suppose it’s a rare thing to see anywhere.

After reversing out of the driveway, I drove home completely naked, wearing only my collar. I had no idea if my regular Master had set up last night or if Allan was just a random person who approached me. It was my stainless-steel collar that attracted him; anyone who knew anything about the BDSM lifestyle would pick up on that immediately.


When I get home, I must report the entire event to Master from when I departed the house yesterday.


I wonder if Allan contacts me after he finds the note on the bed.


The End.

 


Written by Laura Clavette (Lifestyle Submissive)


Writers bio:

Laura is a tall, slim, 24/7 lifestyle submissive.

She is married to her Master and has over

twenty years of experience in the BDSM lifestyle.

Laura is a published author of

"Crafted from Kink, Shaped by Diamonds". She has been

recounting and writing for years in detail about her own personal kink experiences.

Writing with such intricate details and expressing her most intimate feelings, the reader is

drawn along with her journey and experience.


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