On the beach

Beach

The surf lapped gently at her knees, shins, and toes as the seawater murmured with the incoming tide. Above her, seagulls cawed and shrieked, perhaps fearing the coming of night. A fresh breeze from the sea brushed across her bound and naked body, and her nipples stiffened in response. For a maddening moment, she wished He was around to feel her hardened buds. She longed for His touch, but none was forthcoming. Frustrated at the unfulfilled desire, she pulled against the restraints that bound her wrists to her ankles, but there was no give. The leather held tight. This reassured her, for she belonged to Him, and her body was for Him to toy with and care for. That, He made sure of.

A maelstrom of emotions spun inside her mind and body. She felt vulnerable and helpless, like a lonely baby in a storm. Intense sexual desire, too. All along, she had felt droplets of fluid seeping down her pussy and dripping onto the sand below. The surf had surely washed them away, and that thought aroused her even more, as she could almost feel the power of the ocean taking over her body, rendering it a mere plaything. Its plaything. Nature’s toy, to do with her as it pleased. Her pussy throbbed and squirted some more fluid out. She moaned audibly.

Yet, despite her vulnerability, there was no fear, for this scene was Master’s desire for tonight. He had taken her down to the beach and set her down on her knees right at the waterline facing the vast ocean before blindfolding, gagging, and restraining her. His wish had to be fulfilled, for such is the Slave’s commitment to her Master. No choice was given, nor any was expected.

Then, footsteps in the sand, behind her and to her left. Slave tensed and breathed deeply. Her heartbeat quickened, and her pussy quivered. Another moan rose from deep within her, only to die in her throat as a strong hand closed around her neck.

“Slave shall not breathe until she’s allowed, do you understand?”

Slave nodded. His tight grip excited her to no end.

‘Good. Relax your body.’

Slave did. Somewhere in the far distance, a ship blew its horn.

Still gripping her throat with his left hand, his right hand made its way to her pussy. He probed shallow with two fingers. Slave wanted to moan, but could not. She could barely breathe, which pushed her arousal several notches above overload. Her pussy began seeping faster and more profusely now, and her heartbeat quickened into high gear.

“Slave is so wet. So very wet for her Master.”

Slave nodded and squirmed as He began rubbing her clit. Already swollen as it was, she knew she wouldn’t last long before exploding. And the fact that she couldn’t breathe would certainly speed up that process.”

“My beautiful slave,” He whispered right into her ear. His voice resonated deep within her brain. The urge to kiss Him and cum was overwhelming. “You’re the most beautiful Slave there is. Master loves your body, and how it reacts to His touch. Now, take a deep breath.”

He relaxed His grip a little. She gasped and drew a long, deep breath. Then, he closed His hand again, shutting off her airways. At no point did his fingers stop rubbing her clit. He did this expertly, pleasuring her the way only He knew. As her pleasure grew, thick strands of fluid spread between His fingers. She wanted Him to stick those cum-soaked fingers deep inside her mouth so she could suck them with the urgency of a puppy taking nourishment from its mother for the first time.

Slave could not see, but the coming of night was almost complete. Sunlight became a sliver of light among a vast eternity of darkness looming over the horizon.

She wanted to plead with Him to allow her to cum, but the gag thwarted speech. She squirmed and moaned harder, caught in the throes of rising pleasure. She needed release, she needed her pussy to become free and explode all over His hand. The lack of oxygen made her heart gallop fast, and her desire rise beyond anything she had ever felt.

Then, His words came: “My Greek slave, I will allow you to cum on this night, but only if you promise to be Mine forever. To be My slave, my property. My toy, and my companion. My essence, and my ghost. To be used and to be cherished.”

Slave nodded urgently, her body shaking in the molten grip of a nascent orgasm.

“You have earned your release. Now, cum, Slave. Be free.”

Upon saying this, He sank three fingers deep inside her pussy, all the way to her cervix. Simultaneously, He let go of her throat but held her tight against His own body. He was bare chested, so she could feel his skin and heartbeat.

Slave orgasmed. Her body quaked and shook. Loud moans rose from her chest as air rushed into her lungs again. She breathed convulsively as she came, taking big gulps of air and screaming with pleasure at the same time. Her chest heaved as bolts of pleasure shot across her body. She climaxed loud and true, with Master and the ocean as her only witnesses.

His fingers caressed the quivering walls of her pussy still, gently, expertly, sending her into a paroxysm of sexual fulfilment unlike anything she had ever felt.