Tuesday Morning

 

Kay woke from a fitful sleep with an ache in her shoulder from lying on her side with her arm stuck under her. She wiggled her legs to try to roll onto her back and was reminded that she was still wearing her hobbleskirt. And the hood, and the gag, and even her sandals. She squirmed about and managed to get herself onto her back, only to be reminded of why she had gone to sleep on her side. Her bottom was tender. Very tender. And no mattress could be soft enough to allow her lie on her back comfortably. So she lay uncomfortably, and the ache in her shoulder merged with the ache in her jaw, and the one in her toes, and her sore bottom.

 

She wondered what time it was. It could have been the middle of the night, or after breakfast, or anywhere in between; there was no clue inside the hood, only blackness, and other than the rasp of her breathing through those little rivets and the creaking of leather whenever she moved, no sound either. Except there was another sound, one that came from outside the hood. Her husband’s snoring.

 

“Bloody typical,” she thought. “As if I haven’t got enough to stop me sleeping.”

 

Resigned to being awake for some time, Kay began to take stock of the roller coaster that had been the previous day, with its rock bottom of Steve announcing he wanted to leave, to its dizzy high of making love with Jocelyn. Kay knew she was going to have to give that part some serious thinking about. She had come here to save her marriage to Steve, not to fall for someone else, least of all another woman. And other than her borderline adultery, how was the marriage saving actually going? On the face of it, pretty well. She’d managed to get Steve to stay and play at being her master, and sometimes it all worked and she felt wonderful. Like when he drove her around the room with his masterful voice commands and manoeuvred her so perfectly and erotically onto his cock. But sometimes he got it so terribly wrong. Spanking her like he did with no warning or ritual, with no chance for her to cooperate, however reluctantly, and then falling asleep afterwards leaving his hooded, gagged, straitjacketed, hobbleskirted and stilettoed wife to put herself to bed, was not his finest hour. Kay wondered how it should have been done. Steve should have announced the spanking earlier, while they were in the restaurant so that she would have been able to anticipate it and become aroused. He should have commanded her to present herself for the spanking, not tricked her into falling over his lap. He should not have held her down; she should have had to keep herself in position. He should have caressed and kissed her bottom first to show how much he loved her. He should have removed her gag so she could gasp and thank him after each blow, or maybe beg him to stop. And he should have made love to her afterwards to show that she had been punished and was now forgiven. And as a result, instead of lying here, cursing her painful cheeks, she would have been revelling in the warm ache and glow of post-punishment sex.

 

Kay wondered how Jocelyn’s bottom was feeling and whether she had enjoyed her spanking. All would be revealed tomorrow and hopefully Steve would get it right next time. Thoughts, fantasies and dreams of Jocelyn, her new friend and possible lover began to fill Kay’s head as she eventually drifted off to sleep.

 

 

Kay woke up suddenly as the rubber penis slid out of her mouth.

 

“Wakey wakey, sleepy head,” said Steve’s voice.

 

Kay blinked into the blackness and her eyelashes rubbed on the inside of the hood. She tried to get her jaw to move enough to say something, but nothing more intelligible than a grunt came out. She noticed that her toes were no longer bent upwards by the soles of her sandals. In fact the sandals were gone. And so was the hobbleskirt.

 

“I was wondering how far I’d get before you woke up,” said Steve’s voice.

 

“Err, what time is it?” asked Kay sleepily, finally getting her mouth to work.

 

“Breakfast time,” said Steve’s voice. “You ready to have your hood off? It’s a bit sunny in here so close your eyes.”

 

Kay felt the collar strap of the hood loosen, followed by the lacing. With lots of loud creaking of leather, the pressure on her head released and the hood slackened, pulling at the skin on her face which had stuck to it. The black prison was gently peeled away and when the incredibly bright light had receded to a manageable level, Kay saw Steve, already dressed and tidy, sitting on the bed beside her.

 

“Oh, I think I’m a sleepy pumpkin this morning,” she said, still squinting in the brightly sunlit room.

 

“Well I suppose you didn’t get a very good night’s sleep dressed in all that lot.”

 

“Yes well that would be because somebody fell asleep without undressing me.”

 

“Err, yes. Sorry about that. I think I was a bit drunk.”

 

“Drunk? Hmmm. You remember what you did before you fell asleep?”

 

“Err, sort of. Sorry about that too, but then you did deserve it. Plotting against me and all that.”

 

“Yes, fair enough. But my bottom says the next time it has to pay the price for my bad behaviour, could it at least get fucked afterwards?”

 

“Ooh, you want me to promise?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Okay, I promise.”

 

“Oooh.”

 

“Now do you want breakfast?”

 

“Do I want breakfast? When did I last eat anything, now let me think, oh yes, that would be yesterday’s breakfast. Twenty four hours ago. A bit of punishment and discipline is one thing, starving me to death is a bit heavy though.”

 

“Well I was actually going let you eat dinner after I’d had mine, but then that Jocelyn woman started arguing and I got pissed off at you both. And then when Jason gagged her as well, I couldn’t really relent after that could I? You should have seen it Kay, Jason had the waiter bring her a gag on a plate and she thought he was going to put some food in her mouth. It was hilarious.”

 

“Hilarious? I’m sure it was. You sound like you don’t like Jocelyn.”

 

“She all right. And the two of you do make a fantastic row of tits when you’re sitting together. But she had no business interfering in our affairs like that.”

 

“Even if I asked her to?”

 

“You asked her? How? Weren’t you here all afternoon?”

 

“I might have sneaked down to her room yesterday to say goodbye.”

 

“I see. It obviously takes more than just a straitjacket to keep you in line. I’ll have to remember that. And here was me feeling guilty about being out on the water while you were stuck in the room on your own. I can feel some more punishment coming on.”

 

“Ooh, now you’re talking. As long as it doesn’t involve depriving me of food. I need breakfast. Toilet first, then breakfast.”

 

“Well I thought we could try something I saw in the restaurant last night.”

 

“Try something? Will it get me food?”

 

“Oh yes, whatever you want.”

 

“Let’s get going then.”

 

 

It wasn’t long before Kay found herself sitting in what was apparently “her spot” in the restaurant. As she tried to keep as still as possible to avoid aggravating the considerable discomfort from sitting on her tender cheeks, she looked around the restaurant which she had not yet seen from the inside. It was an interesting mix of beer garden meets posh, with its outdoor furniture and plastic cushions, tablecloths and delicate glassware, all sheltered by a substantial awning which was open at the sides to leave unrestricted views of the beach and the sea beyond. It was not really the scenery that held her attention though. The view of Steve’s huge plateful of bacon and eggs with fried bread and tomato was infinitely more interesting and the smell was pure torment because she was of course tightly gagged with her red ball, and not getting to eat anything. There was no sign of the “something” that Steve had promised would get her food, and so far, other than the fact that she could see, and was hungrier than ever, it seemed to be an action replay of the previous evening.

 

Jason arrived and to Kay’s further disappointment he didn’t have his wife with him. He sat down beside Steve with a plate of pancakes, the smell of which mingled with Steve’s fry-up and added to Kay’s already considerable agitation. She tried to stamp her feet and squirm around to register her annoyance, but her sore bottom soon put a stop to that. She had to settle for mmmming through her gag, which the men ignored. They discussed what activities they might partake in during the day and Kay was slightly relieved when they decided that a gentle morning on the beach would be most agreeable after the previous days’ strenuous exploits.

 

“Pfft. Strenuous?” thought Kay. “And who did the pedalling and carried the bags? And all done in four inch heels.”

 

After taking his time to finish his breakfast and drink his tea, Steve finally stirred from his seat.

 

“Well Kay, I suppose you’ll be wanting some breakfast too, and I did promise you we’d try out something new didn’t I.”

 

“At bloody last,” thought Kay. “I’m fading away here.”

 

Steve went over to the pancake chef and asked him about something. Kay couldn’t hear what it was, but the chef laughed and disappeared off to the kitchen. Steve then helped Kay to stand up and led her to where the breakfast buffet was laid out. She suddenly felt very self-conscious and embarrassed. There were some women in the restaurant, but it was mainly men and she was standing up amongst them in a straitjacket with her private parts all on show. The chef returned carrying what looked like a wooden tray, except that it had two large, hook-like things on one side and some thin chains dangling from the other. Kay’s embarrassment jumped up several levels as the two hooks were slid under her breasts and tucked down behind her folded arms, and then the little chains were lifted up and fastened to her collar.

 

“There we are,” said Steve triumphantly, “the perfect waitress ready to carry breakfast back to her room.”

 

Kay heard Jason laughing as she looked down at her breasts, lewdly sitting on the tray and her erect-looking nipples pointing upwards at Steve’s face. Her embarrassment soon evaporated though as Steve led her along the buffet, pointing at the various goodies laid out in the smorgasbord. She tried to resist nodding at every item; there was only so much room on the tray and it was filling up rapidly. By the time she was finished and they headed off back to the room, her breasts were starting to be squashed back against her, her glass of fruit juice was wedged between them and her pancakes were having to sit on top of the toast. They passed several people on the way who all pointed and laughed. What a sight she must have made carrying her tray of food and breasts before her.

 

Breakfast on the balcony delightfully made up for the frustration and embarrassment in the restaurant. Steve made her sit at the table, but kept the tray fastened to her and fed her its contents. Never had Kay tasted anything quite so wonderful. Water melon, toast, bacon, eggs, tomato, sausage, cheese, yogurt, warm fruit juice drunk from between her breasts with a straw, and finally coffee chased away her ravenous hunger and readied Kay for a lazy morning on the beach, hopefully evening out some tan lines.

 

Kay’s beloved hiking boots, so suitable for looking sexy on their previous outings, and perhaps more importantly, the envy of Jocelyn, had left her feet and ankles very white, and were not really the best attire for a morning on the beach. In any case, they were still wet inside from the day before’s shower, having not been put out on the balcony to dry. Fortunately Kay’s suitcase was able to come up with an answer to all problems; a pair of wooden wedges. Although the brown colour did not really go very well with her black straitjacket, Kay felt that the pleasingly narrow and vertiginous five and a half inch thick wedge of laminated wood under her heels made her look suitably sexy and the two inch thickness under her toes made the angle of her feet infinitely suitable for walking on bumpy sand without sinking in. Steve tutt-ed as he tied the minimal laces around her ankles.

 

“You wouldn’t want me to not look sexy and have stripy, white feet would you?” Kay said cheekily.

 

“I wouldn’t want to carry you home with a broken ankle either,” he replied.

 

“Oh, pfft. Mr Sensible. Heels are sexy. And I came here to be sexy.”

 

“You don’t need silly shoes to be sexy.”

 

“I know. But can you say I’m not sexier when I’m wearing heels?”

 

“I suppose not.”

 

“So stop tutt-ing then, and enjoy the view. Red toenails and wood. Nice.”

 

“Hmmm. Pushy slave this morning aren’t we.”

 

“I’m going to push for something else in a minute.”

 

“Oh, yes? What’s that?”

 

“Well, why don’t you open the toy chest and let me show you?”

 

“Why do I think this is a bad idea?”

 

“It’s not on the top. Rummage about and I’ll say when I see it.”

 

“What exactly are we looking for?”

 

“Ooh, there it is. Beside your right hand. No not that, I don’t even know what that’s for. Left a bit. Yes. That bag there. That’s it!”

 

“You’re kidding.”

 

“No. If Jocelyn can wear them, so can I.”

 

“Oh, I get it. Slave one-upmanship is it?”

 

“No. I just think they’re sexy. Don’t you?”

 

“Well I can’t say they look very comfy. I wouldn’t want to wear them.”

 

“Yes, but you’re not a submissive, masochistic slave. And your nipples are too small anyway.”

 

“You sure you want this?”

 

“Absolutely, but err, you better gag me before you put them on, just to be sure.”

 

“To be sure of what?”

 

“To be sure I can’t beg you to take them off, Dummy.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Is there a gag in there that won’t leave any tan lines on my face? I thought I saw an inflatable one.”

 

“What, like this?”

 

“Yeah. That should keep me quiet. And no straps over my face.”

 

“So how do I know how much to pump it up?”

 

“Err, I don’t know. Somewhere between ‘I can’t push it out’ and ‘I can’t breathe’ I guess.

 

“Okay, any last requests before you can’t ask?”

 

“Lunch. I’m gonna want lunch.”

 

“Okay. Open up then.”

 

Steve ripped open the clear plastic bag and took out the rubber bulb and its squeezy pump. Kay looked at it, swallowed hard and opened her mouth wide. Steve placed the bulb inside and gave the pump a few squeezes.

 

“How’s that?” he asked.

 

Kay pushed the bulb out of her mouth with ease. “A bit more I think,” she said with a giggle.

 

Steve tried again and this time pumped the gag up much more. “What’s that like?” he asked.

 

Kay tried to push the strange feeling bulb from her mouth. It was far from hard but when she pushed it with her tongue it just expanded behind her teeth and wedged itself. It wasn’t going anywhere, but she felt it needed more to keep her quiet.

 

“Ah ii haher,” she managed to say, confirming that the gag wasn’t yet sufficient.

 

Steve pumped away until Kay’s jaw was pushed down and her cheeks began to bulge a little.

 

“Enough?” he asked.

 

Kay nodded and mmmmed urgently. The gag seemed to be reaching into every part of her mouth, although thankfully not into her throat. Steve pressed the button on the pump and let a token gesture of air out, as if he was trying to gain credit for being considerate, while not actually easing Kay’s discomfort at all. He then unscrewed the pump from the bulb which stayed inflated thanks to a valve. He pressed the button on the valve and again let a miniscule amount of air out. Satisfied he could deflate the gag quickly if he needed to, Steve put the pump into his beach bag.

 

“I’ll just keep this handy for if anyone starts to make too much noise on the beach,” he said with a wicked grin.

 

Kay half glared and half smiled back at him in excited silence. The moment she was waiting for had nearly arrived and the anticipation was having its effect on her. Steve got up and collected a few more items for the beach bag. He then picked up the plastic bag that contained the nipple clamps and their connecting chain.

 

“You’re still sure?” he asked.

 

Kay nodded enthusiastically. She was sure what she wanted, but wasn’t so sure she could stand it. Soon though, she would have no choice, and the thought was driving her mad.

 

Steve ripped open the bag and showed Kay the clamps. He pressed the handles, and the jaws that were going to imprison her nipples opened. Each jaw was shaped into a half circle so that when they came together they formed a ring that she would have to fit inside. She looked down at her nipples which were standing to attention, blissfully unaware of the ordeal they were about to endure. Kay guessed that the ring was perhaps three quarters of the size of her nipples. She had no idea how much it was going to hurt, but she knew she wanted to feel the weight of that chain hanging on her, and to feel it swing about with every movement she made. Kay wondered if she would cum as soon as Steve put the clamps on her. It seemed like a distinct possibility.

 

Steve gently took hold of Kay’s left nipple and lifted it slightly. The feel of his touch sent tiny lightning bolts all through Kay. She watched as he brought the first clamp up to her and opened the jaws, but she had to close her eyes as the moment of contact came. She readied herself for the pain, but when it came it was something of a surprise. It hurt for sure, but it was nothing like the agony she had feared, in fact it was almost pleasant. She opened her eyes and looked down to see the tip of her nipple bulging out from the clamp which was closed around its base. The little lightning bolts continued, but weren’t so little now.

 

“All right?” asked Steve.

 

Kay nodded and dislodged a tear which ran down her cheek. She was going to cum. She could feel it building up. If she could only hold it back until her other nipple was clamped. She didn’t have long to wait. This time she watched all the way as the clamp surrounded and then squeezed down on her right nipple. It was all too much. The pain, the stimulation, the straitjacket that prevented her freeing herself from the clamps, and the gag that stopped her begging for mercy. Kay’s orgasm lit up inside her and her tender bottom joined in, registering its distress at her thrashing about. Through a dense fog, Kay saw Steve, apparently misunderstanding her reaction and reaching to remove the clamps. There was no way she was letting that happen. She swung herself away from him and in doing so, pulled the chain from his hand. The yank on her nipples, followed by the weight of the chain dropping and swinging against her was like a burst of gunpowder in the fire of her orgasm. She tried to scream and vent some of the energy, but the gag stopped it and held it inside her. One of the longest and most intense orgasms Kay had ever experienced was brought about without the slightest touch to her nether regions.

 

 

It was a flustered and horny Kay that was led onto the beach. The walk from the room had set that chain swinging about and the feeling through her nipples was arousing her all over again. The pain seemed a little less, but it was like her nipples were wired straight to her clit and she knew she was juicing up down there. She wondered if she was going to survive a whole morning of it. Jason and Jocelyn were already on the beach, installed comfortably on sun loungers at the boating end. Jocelyn was wearing her nipple chain and was gagged with a thin, but solid looking bit which ran between her teeth and extended well out either side of her face so that the thin retaining straps were kept clear of her cheeks and wouldn’t leave any tan lines. She nodded knowingly when saw Kay’s nipple chain. Two more loungers were drawn up and for an hour or so the four of them enjoyed lazing in the sunshine.

 

It was Jason who became restless first. He got up and walked to the water’s edge where he seemed to be examining the boats that were moored just off the beach. Then he walked off, but returned a few minutes later with Max, the beach manager. Kay watched while they had what looked like quite an animated discussion, which appeared to be about the boats’ moorings. Max picked up a mooring line and pulled one of the moored pedalos in to the beach. Kay knew how the system worked as she’d seen it used at many holiday resorts. In the deeper water off the beach there would be a heavy, probably concrete, block sitting on the bottom with a ring set into it. A rope would be run out from the shore, through this ring and then back to the shore in a continuous loop. A boat could then be tied to the rope and pulled away from the beach so that it sat moored over the concrete block where it would float and not grind itself away on the sand. When it was needed, it could be pulled in and untied from the rope without anyone having to go swimming. It was a pretty common and practical set up and Kay wondered why they were finding it so interesting. The two men disappeared off behind the windsurfer shacks, but returned with a couple of large plastic mooring buoys and a considerable selection of short bits of rope of various materials and thicknesses. Kay began to feel uneasy when Steve got up and joined the conversation. They were up to something, and it was a fair bet that she and Jocelyn were going to be on the receiving end of it. Kay mmmmed at Jocelyn and then gestured at the apparent conspiracy that was brewing. The two women watched the men examining the various bits of rope, running them through their fingers and examining their textures.

 

Kay saw Jason and Steve take quick glances at their wives. That confirmed her suspicions. They were plotting something for sure. Eventually one of the pieces of rope seemed to be selected as the winner and it was used to tie the two mooring buoys together with about a meter of rope between them. Kay mmmmed at Jocelyn, but she just shrugged. She apparently didn’t know what was going on either.

 

Max disappeared again and then returned with a plank of wood a bit over a meter long. He used a battery drill to make a hole at its centre and there was then some discussion before he drilled two more holes near the plank’s ends.

 

“Joss, you wouldn’t mind giving us a hand here would you?” shouted Jason.

 

Jocelyn looked at Kay with a resigned expression and then struggled off her lounger and walked over to the men. Kay didn’t know whether to feel relieved or left out. She watched as Jocelyn was instructed to stand with her legs wide apart, which were then tied to the plank at her ankles using Max’s drilled holes to make it super-secure. The pedalo mooring rope was then tied to the centre hole in the plank.

 

“Care to join your pal in a little adventure?” Steve called to Kay.

 

Kay knew it was a loaded question. She was being summoned, not invited. Not that she would have refused. If it was happening to Jocelyn then it should happen to her as well, whatever it was. She wriggled herself off her lounger and walked over, trying not to wobble on her super high wedges in the soft sand. She was invited to stand facing out to sea with her back to Jocelyn and her legs spread. Soon her ankles were also tied to the plank and Jason picked up the mooring line which he heaved on. Immediately Kay felt the plank being pulled towards the water. To start with she did nothing, but as the pull on the plank increased, it threatened to topple her and Jocelyn over. Kay started to nudge her feet through the sand to try to relieve the tension and somehow she and Jocelyn worked out a rhythm so that they could waddle like an ungainly human crab in the direction they were being pulled, which was into the sea. When they were in up to their knees the pull of the mooring rope stopped and Jason appeared beside them with the two mooring buoys.

 

“I would have liked some bigger ones,” he said, “but forty centimetre is the biggest Max has got. I think you’ll enjoy a morning out with the buoys though.”

 

With that he pressed one of the buoys down into the water and pushed it between Jocelyn and Kay’s spread legs. Kay looked at him, thinking he was mad. What the hell was going on?

 

Jason returned to the other men and the pulling on the mooring rope resumed. Slowly Kay and Jocelyn waddled further into the water dragging the buoys with them. When they were in up to their waists, Kay felt the first gentle tug of the rope connecting the two buoys through her crotch and she started to realise what the game might be. As they went in deeper, the buoy in front of Kay was pulled closer to her until it rested against her breasts. She could feel the rope was now tight through her crotch on its way to the other buoy that was floating in front of Jocelyn. The plank continued to drag their ankles away from the beach and they waddled helplessly after it. The water got deeper and the buoys were pulled down into it, there being no slack for them to remain on the surface. Kay felt the plank come up against the mooring block when the water was up to her breasts. The buoy in front of her was pulled about half under, and the rope through her crotch felt extremely tight, but she was only just beginning to appreciate the deviousness of her predicament.

 

The gentle morning waves were not big; three or four inches high at most. But as each one rolled in, it first lifted the buoy in front of Kay, who was facing out to sea, and then as it passed by, it lowered that buoy and lifted the one in front of Jocelyn. The result was that the rope through their crotches slipped back and forth a little with each wave. It wasn’t long before it worked its way between Kay’s labia and began to saw back and forth directly on her clit. Equally arousing though was the way the buoy bobbed about against the clamps on her nipples, constantly pushing them about. Sometimes the rough texture of the plastic buoy even rubbed directly on the exposed tips of her pinched nipples. Kay had already been sent into hyperspace that morning by the stimulation of her nipples and she knew it was only a matter of time before she would explode again. And judging by the moans from behind her, Jocelyn was on a similar ride.

 

Kay stood there, powerless to avoid the constant stimulation of her body’s most sensitive parts by the maddening little waves. She was feeling close to the edge, but was determined to wait for Jocelyn. It seemed only right that they should cum together. As she tried to hold herself in check, Kay tensed her muscles and arched her back, pushing her bottom away from Jocelyn’s. The unexpected effect of this was to tighten the crotch rope considerably and it slid quickly over her clit. The sudden shock of this pushed Kay into her impending climax and the trick was not lost on Jocelyn, who joined in, arching her back and bending her knees to pull herself down into the water and increase the pressure on her crotch. The two women bucked and strained at the rope as their orgasms took hold, driving each other ever higher. Just over twenty meters away at the water’s edge, Jason, Steve and Max could hear their gagged moaning. Jason was hi-fived and hailed as a genius for his sexy scheme.

 

“Looks like the girls have got themselves a pair of toy-buoys. Get it? Toy-buoys,” he said.

 

“Do you think we should have used the ten millimetre rope instead of the six?” asked Steve.

 

“Maybe,” replied Jason. “At least we gave them the smooth braided stuff and not the chunky three-strand.”

 

“I still think a few knots tied in it would have been fun for them,” said Max. “Still, the tide coming up will keep them amused.”

 

“I thought there were no tides in The Med,” said Steve.

 

“Oh, there’s a bit of tide here. Only about twenty centimetres, but I would think that’s a lot if you’ve got a forty centimetre mooring buoy pulling on your crotch. Watch and see if their eyes are popping out at lunchtime.”

 

Out in the water, Kay and Jocelyn’s climaxes had passed, but the little waves continued unabated. The two women had worked out how to ramp up the stimulation on their crotches, but there was no way to switch it off. It was only a matter of time before they would be brought back to the boil again. Kay wondered how many she could take before she no longer had the strength to stand, and her legs gave out. Would she collapse into the water and drown? Of course someone would come and rescue her if that happened wouldn’t they? But then she realised that she wasn’t really standing on her legs. The combination of her own buoyancy plus that of the buoy was just about keeping her upright anyway. So she wasn’t going to drown, she was going to be orgasmed to death instead. Or maybe sawn in half, whichever came first. What a way to go.

 

She could feel it starting again, the incessant rubbing of her clit and her nipples, and her helplessness to prevent it. How long were they going to be left here? How long could she keep herself together? She started to try and think about something else, anything would do if it would keep her mind off her loins long enough to get some strength back. But she couldn’t disconnect herself from what was happening. It was too real and all-powerful. That rope, just how tight was it? What was the force on it? A forty centimetre buoy he said. How much buoyancy in a forty centimetre buoy? How to work out the volume of a sphere? Pi r squared? No that was area of a circle. Volume had to have a cube in it. Pi r cubed? No that didn’t sound right. Kay pushed her mind back to her schoolgirl maths. 4/3 Pi r cubed? Yes that was it. So a 40cm buoy, radius is 20cm. Oh God concentrate! Ignore the rubbing. What’s 20 cubed? 20 times 20. Got to be 400.  So 400 times 20. Come on Kay concentrate! Two times four is eight, 8000. Okay, now times Pi which is near enough three. That’s 24,000. Phew. Times four over three. Err. Twenty-four thousand times four is forty-eight... Ninety-six thousand. Divide by three is… ninety over three is thirty, plus six over three… thrity-two. That’s it! 32,000. Oh come on Kay, never mind your nipples, 32,000 whats? I started with centimetres so, cubic centimetres… 32 litres! But there’s two buoys. Ah , but there’s two crotches so that cancels out. I wish I could cancel…oooh. The buoy is only half submerged, so sixteen litres of buoyancy. A litre of water weighs a kilo, slightly more for seawater actually, but still about sixteen kilos. She had sixteen kilos pulling on that rope over her clit!

 

Kay didn’t know how sixteen kilos pressing on her crotch should feel, but it sounded like a lot, and it felt like a lot. Just when it seemed like she might have got some control of herself, Kay felt Jocelyn quiver and shake. She pulled herself away and the rope ran over Kay’s clit hard. All her mathematical gymnastics were for nothing after all. She fell into another orgasm immediately and joined her friend in another trip to Mars and back. Or was it Venus and back?

 

When she returned to Earth, Kay noticed Jason was standing beside her in the water. She suddenly felt relieved, but also disappointed that it was obviously all over and he was going take them back to the beach.

 

“You two look like you’re having far too much of a good time, and we’re worried that other people on the beach might complain about the noise, so I think I need to damp things down a bit.”

 

Kay looked at him in astonishment as he reached down into the water beside her. She felt a rope go around her leg and then her thigh was tied tightly against Jocelyn’s. Jason repeated the trick on her other thigh.

 

“That should keep you both a little more restrained and ladylike,” he said and waded back to the shore.

 

Kay tested this new addition to her bondage. She was tightly held against Jocelyn and their bottoms were pressed together. There would be no more bending apart and sliding that rope through their crotches. And no more bending of the knees to pull themselves down and get more tension on the rope either. The bastard! Now they had no control at all. They would have to stand there passively at the mercy of that rope and its despicable, buoyant minions. Kay moaned her disappointment to Jocelyn who moaned back, but also stroked her hair against Kay’s in a sensual way which made Kay feel better. After all she was out in the sunshine, in the best of bondage and tied to her new friend and borderline lover. Life was good. Demanding, unbearable, painful, humiliating, but good.

 

They stood quietly for a while. In some ways, Kay was grateful that things were somewhat slowed down, but to have that last vestige of control taken from her was a bitter pill to swallow. Worse though was the fact that Jason and Steve had gone water-skiing. That wouldn’t have bothered Kay too much, except she knew they had done it just so that every time they passed the beach, the wash from the ski boat rolled in and felt like it was going to saw her in two. She could hear the wake as it broke along the beach, heading her way, getting louder as it did so, while she watched the wave approaching. She stood there, powerless to do anything except try to brace herself for the wave’s arrival which would make the buoy in front of her go berserk and start using her nipples as punch-bags as it sawed the rope across her clit. As she descended to towards another forced climax, Kay wondered if she would have any skin left between her legs by the time the day was through.

 

 

If there was one thing that Kay decided she liked about Jason it was that he always seemed to know where the boundary lay between bondage that was fun and stimulating, and just being tied up, uncomfortable and bored. It was a line that Steve had crossed when he had kept her gagged all through the previous evening, unable to chat, eat or take part in the activity around her. And just as the torment of standing in the sea with her privates being rubbed away was threatening to no longer be fun, Kay felt the plank between her ankles start to be pulled in, and she and Jocelyn began the human crab walk back to the beach where they were both given an embarrassing round of applause by the beach staff and assorted spectators. Soon an exhausted pair of slaves were once again installed on their loungers, soaking up the sun and wishing they could nurse each other’s tender bits.

 

The first swirl of the afternoon wind and the gurgling of her stomach told Kay that it must be lunch time. She hoped Steve would remember and get something organised for her, but he was nowhere to be seen. She was wondering where he had gone when one of the hotel porters approached her.

 

“Excuse me, you are Mrs Williamson?” he asked.

 

Kay nodded.

 

“Ah, good. I am instructed to take you to your room. If you will permit me to help you stand?”

 

Kay looked at Jocelyn who looked back with a puzzled expression. The porter bent down and took a gentle hold of Kay’s shoulder. He helped to pull her up off the lounger and then clipped a leash to her collar.

 

“If you would come this way please, Madame,” he said and began to walk off across the beach. Kay had little choice but to follow. It seemed very odd to be led around by a total stranger and it made her feel very much like a real slave. She was just an item of baggage that happened to be able to walk. It felt sexy and a little un-nerving. She was led to her room where the porter knocked on the door. To Kay’s surprise, Steve answered and opened it.

 

“Your slave Sir,” said the porter.

 

“Thank you.”

 

The porter reached up and removed his leash from Kay’s collar.

 

“Thank you Madame,” he said. “Will there be anything else Sir?”

 

“No, that’s all thanks.”

 

“Then good afternoon to you.”

 

The porter walked off down the corridor leaving Kay confused and a bit angry. Steve was in the room. Why couldn’t he come and get her himself? What was going on anyway?

 

Her anger disappeared instantly though when Steve led her through the room and out onto the balcony. On the table he had set up her lunch. Crusty, fresh bread, bacon, cheese, ham, tomato, fruit, coffee, juices and even chips. Chips!

 

Steve pressed the button on Kay’s gag and the air rushed out of it. He gently pulled it from her mouth and she smiled at him lovingly.

 

“Would you, err, like that chain off before you eat?” he asked.

 

Kay looked down at the clamps and chain still securely fastened on her nipples. She wiggled her chest from side to side and the chain swung about. It still hurt a bit, but it was a nice hurt, and still very arousing.

 

“What do you think?” she replied while her smile turned naughty.

 

“Hmmm. I think you’d rather eat with it on actually.”

 

“And you’d be right.”

 

After a big, sloppy kiss, Kay was sat down at the table and first tasty morsels were being ferried to her mouth.

 

“I thought I needed to make you a good lunch to make up for starving you last night,” he said.

 

Kay started to say something but found she was now gagged with bread, bacon and chips.

 

“And I’ve organised something extra special for you this afternoon.”