Blog : Island Paradise 4

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1/14/2021 10:40 pm

Island Paradise 4

He walks pass into the kitchen as I remain my knees with the harness on.

"How was your trip MiLady?" He asked.

"A bit long MiLord. I know I'm late. Please make pay."

" I will MiLady. But for now, unpack your wagon on the sofa. I'll put it away."

As I begin obey, I feel the steady pulsing my nipples and clit. I hear him pouring something in the kitchen as I lay out my clothes and belongings on the sofa. He returns the sitting room with two glasses in hand, looks at with my stuff and chuckles.

"Take off that harness and come out to the deck with me."

I release the straps across my torso, stop a moment to take a deep breath. He turns his head to watch me exhale the breath and sees the relief my face. I begin go out onto the deck when I see the instruments of my punishment at his hand.

"Are you going to use those MiLord?"

"Maybe. Depends on our conversation,". He asked again: "How was your trip?"

His eyes drilling a hole through my body, I knew I better answer.

"Harder than I thought it would be MiLord."

"Thought it would be MiLady. The hardness of the ground with the soft sand giving way, you never know how your body needs to adjust to get the job done. Would you like some wine my dear?

"Yes, thank you."

Then I crawled to the table beside him. I take the glass in my hand. He takes first one, then the other clamp off my nipples. "Woo." I feel the rush of blood return into my nipples even with the bands on. I catch my breath for a minute before bringing the glass to my lips. The pulsing was intense. The ache hurt. I look down at myself seeing the clamp marks present. I hear him chuckle. I manage a weak smile as I take a sip of the wine.

"Very nice MiLord. Very nice."

After some chit-chat, I ask be allowed relieve myself as my bladder was full between the dinner and the wine. He responded with a snicker and a stern "No.". I looked at him in the eye. He picked the crop and looked at me.

"Ready?"

"Yes MiLord.".

He got as I finished my glass of wine. He went over his case and pulled out a collar and leash. I eyed the collar trying see how many holes were in it.

"Why now MiLord?"

"Because I need take you out do your duty."

I looked at him with I'm sure the saddist puppy eyes knowing what he meant. He just chuckled. So I'm to be his pet, maybe his bitch. I just smiled a weak smile accepting my fate. How bad can it be?

He approaches, kneels and places the collar securely around my neck, complete with a little padlock and bell. It felt very tight making his message clear. I am his. He attached the leash, stood up, took the crop, swatted my arse and said: "Let's go."

I lowered to fours and proceeded follow him into the sand.

Thinking to myself, "I'm going to hate this sand."

We headed slowly for the shore line and I felt each move in my bladder. So the fight began as I held off relieving myself for as long as I could until it seeped out as we walked along where the water came onto the shore. Ooh, the water was cool. The seeping turned into a flow. I hung my head. Then I felt a slap on my arse with the crop causing me to stop my flow.

"Head ." he said. "Keep it . You don't want be responsible for yourself. Fine. You can be responsible . I will not tolerate you're feeling humilated or sorry for yourself." Down comes the crop again emphasizing his point.

"Yip."

He tugs the collar with the leash indicating the need keep moving. So we go and the pressure builds again. "Do I go or hold?". We go about 50 ft. when I put myself in his position in my mind. I let go of my bladder after raising a leg off the sand letting it drain out of into the wet sand beneath .

"Good girl.". He was looking at as he smiled. "Do you have defecate?". I pulse for a moment not believing what MiLord said. "Do you?"

"Yes I do.". He pulls out a plastic bag out of his pocket. Feeling humilated in my response, I feel the sting of two swats of his crop on my arse. I jumped, lift my head and move back towards the bungalow. Midway there, I stop, lift my leg again and defecate there in the sand. He picks it up with the bag, ties it off and we head off for the bungalow again.

Upon arrival, he places the bag in the trash, and leads the bathroom and into the shower. Turning the water, he takes the sprayer and sprays between my thighs. I jump until the water warms . Still holding the leash, he hangs up the sprayer, takes hold of a washcloth, soaps it up and cleans between my thights, my arse and my slit. Finishing that, he takes the sprayer and rinses me off thoroughly. He then hung the sprayer up, gets a large towel and wipes me down. He takes care to dry every part he has cleaned. Talk about being dry.

"Good girl."

"Thank you MiLord."

He kneels again, taking off my leash.

"One question MiLord, why such detailed attention?"

"Because I like my property clean inside and out. And since you don't want to be responsible, than it's up to me. It's just that simple. Now get on the bed, face down."

I do as directed. Meanwhile, he goes the sofa and hangs my clothes in the closet along with my dress. He picks my purse, rummages through it then places it in the closet the shelf above my clothes. The more he does, the more I'm confused within my mind be followed by more clarity of my role. I'm his.

And now he knows my name.

He returns picking the flogger and swinging it as he approaches. I look at him, the flogger slowly approaching the apex of my thighs.

"Open your legs."

As I open my legs, I close my eyes feeling the bite of the clamp on my clitoris, then the slapping of the flogger. I lay there, as the flogger does it job, periodically catching the clamp. I tense up in my thighs and my abs. He stops.

"On your back."

I turn over keeping my eyes closed. Then suddenly, feeling the wetness seeping out of me, he continues swinging the flogger going for my slit, making repeating contact. I tense up again. The flogging goes up my mound, my abs, the breasts back and forth, then back down. I feel the heat on my skin. Then he snaps the flogger's tales into my sex. My thighs snap shut and my eyes open. I see a fire in his eyes. I am a moth to his flame.

"That's your punishment for being late. Don't do it again."

I pant as he looks at me opening my thighs. He snaps the flogger's tales again into my sex.

"Did I tell you to open your thighs?"

"No MiLord."

I'm his, and he knows it.


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