by Diane Leyne
He also picked out her clothes to get her used to it. He mostly picked the pretty things she had purchased for the trip but occasionally would shock her, like the time when she was wearing a beautiful sheath dress to dinner and he forbade her from wearing panties. She’d been so self-conscious even though no one knew but Max.
He just grinned at her self-consciousness.
“One thing I still have to teach you is that punishments aren’t always painful. For example, think about how self-conscious you feel now. If I were your Master, I might think you got too much enjoyment out of your spankings and, instead, punish you by making you go commando.”
She found herself blushing. He was right. She’d learned to enjoy being spanked. Somehow, when he did it, the pain didn’t last. Instead, it transformed to something else that left her panting with arousal. In fact, she’d started deliberately misbehaving to get a spanking.
“Why would you do that, Sir?”
“Because you are deliberately acting out to get a spanking. I can’t have a bratty sub. But the commando punishment won’t work on the island. None of the subs wear panties. The one time I gagged you, you didn’t like it at all, did you?”
“No, Sir.”
“Maybe that will be my go-to punishment when I think you are deliberately misbehaving. What do you think of that, pet?”
“You are a tough taskmaster, Sir.”
“And you are a bratty sub, pet.”
But she knew he wasn’t mad by the way he smiled and kissed her forehead.
“I’ll try to be better on the island, Sir.”
“Don’t be too good, pet. The others won’t know how much you love your spankings, and I am going to want to repeat them often.”
She sat on the seat that Max indicated while he and JJ, the boat captain, stowed their luggage. They laughed and chatted and she wanted to join in, too, but she knew that would not be sub-like, so she sat quietly and looked around. Further down the dock was one of the large cruise ships that she’d seen every day from their balcony. Some days there were two ships. Today there was a single ship. It was so massive. She wasn’t sure that she would like to be stuck on a boat that big with literally thousands of other passengers.
The boat they were on now was quite small in comparison, but it was really not that small. She was pretty sure it was called a catamaran. It had two hulls in the water and a small cabin at the back, right behind where the captain sat.
Once the luggage was stowed and then men finished their chat, JJ cast off from the pier and Max took a seat beside her, wrapping a long arm around her and pulling her in close to him.
He leaned down and kissed her hair.
“You ready for this? Last chance to back out.”
She took a deep breath and leaned back into the hard wall of his body.
“I’m ready.”
“Good girl.” His pleased tone, the feel of his hand stroking her hair, the warmth of his body surrounding her made her feel comforted and protected. Yet, she didn’t feel submerged. Was that the right word? She didn’t feel diminished by letting him take charge, maybe because she knew it was true that she had final say. She could speak up and end things at any time.
And he had shown total respect for her work and work obligations. When she had to spend one evening rewriting an article to suit the needs of a particular publication, he hadn’t complained. He brought her caffeine in the form of Diet Coke, which she preferred over coffee, and he’d made her take breaks to eat.
When she finished, it was after three in the morning. After she used the restroom, he’d carried her to bed and tucked her in under the covers before sliding in beside her. He hadn’t made love to her. He simply held her tightly, and she slept in his arms. When she’d woken in the morning, he made a sweet vanilla love to her, sliding inside her before she was totally aware. She only knew that she felt good and her hips seemed to move in time with his from some kind of unconscious instinct. She did wake up when her orgasm rumbled through her. It was so different than the monster earthquakes that he usually created in her. This was a gentle rippling that seemed to go on and on and on as he went on and on and on. By the time he finally came, she was limp from her release, unable to even move.
He just smiled and got up to start the shower running. He carried her into the bathroom and set her on her feet in the extra-large stall. He whispered in her ear how he was going to take such pleasure in bathing her when they were on the island, but for now, she’d have to settle for a thorough washing.
Embarrassed, she tried to take the washcloth from him, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Who owns this body?”
“You do, Sir.”
“And who makes all decisions about this body?”
“You do, Sir.”
“Well, I want to wash this body that I own. I’m going to enjoy lathering and scrubbing it thoroughly, especially my tits and my pussy and my sweet little clit. Do you have any objections, subbie?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good answer.”
* * * *
Max held Aly close as JJ cast off. The trip to the island was supposed to be about thirty minutes. He wished it were longer. He wished that they weren’t going at all. The last week had been magical. They’d decided that the needed to practice, so they’d stayed in their Dom/sub roles almost twenty-four-seven. Once a day, over lunch, they discussed what they’d done in the last twenty-four hours and planned the next day, but other than that, they were Master and submissive.
But now they were heading to the island. That meant two things. Firstly, their pretend relationship would be ratcheted up a notch. On one hand, it would be wonderful to have her kneel and acknowledge him as her Master in front of an audience. However, it would also signal the beginning of the end of their relationship once they left the island, unless he could use those seven days to make her crave his Domination and want to continue their relationship once they got home.
He pulled her tightly to his side, pressing her head to his shoulder and lightly stroking her hair. It wasn’t enough. He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She moved impatiently, pulling away slightly.
He tugged her close.
“Relax, Aly, and get used to being in my lap. This was one of the few things we couldn’t practice in public in St. Maarten, but on Libertine Island, you’ll spend most meals sitting in my lap and the rest kneeling at my feet.”
She snuggled closer, and he realized that he felt content as he watched the boat cut through the waves. They’d arrive soon, and then the fun would start. He knew that Aly would want to go into investigative journalist mode right away and he’d have to remind her that she was a sub.
They’d discussed the best approach and decided that the most natural way to accidentally run into everyone was to sign up for activities. Today was Saturday. He signed Aly up for daily personal training starting on Sunday and yoga on Monday, and he signed up for a class on Tuesday. He’d signed them up for the couples’ workout on Friday.
He knew that Aly was expecting either Mike or Rebecca to be her trainer and Rebecca to be the yoga instructor. He hoped she wouldn’t be too disappointed when she found out the Rebecca, Mal, and Mike had gone away for a few days and wouldn’t be back until mid-week.
And he really hoped that Aly never found out that they booked this getaway after he called and asked them to so he and Aly could have a few days alone together at the resort. He hoped it would be enough to show her that the BDSM lifestyle could mean whatever the couple involved wanted it to mean and that they could come up with a version that met both of their needs.
* * * *
The boat glided smoothly through the water. Aly looked around, taking in the beautiful blue-green water and the small islands scattered around. JJ pointed out Anguilla and St. Barts in the distance and moved up the coast from the Dutch to the French side of the island before turning northeast and toward Libertine Island.
While JJ concentrated on steering, Max excu
sed himself and disappeared back into the cabin with the luggage. He reappeared a few moments later with two boxes in his hand.
“I have something for you.”
Aly was puzzled. A gift?
“Don’t get too excited. It’s for you to wear on the island. You’ll need it if you are going to be my sub.” He opened the box and took out a leather collar with several D-rings attached. “I got you a collar, two, actually. A training collar and a dress collar for formal dinners.” He opened the second box. Inside was a lovely intricate chain of woven gold, rose gold, and white gold.
“It’s beautiful. They both are. But you didn’t have to buy them for me. You are here doing me a favor. I should have thought to get a collar. And you really didn’t have to pay for that beautiful formal collar. You must let me reimburse you for the cost.”
Max was silent for a long moment, and Aly turned nervously to study his expression. At first she almost thought he looked hurt, but it was just a fleeting expression. She wondered if she’d been imagining things.
“I may only be playing your Dom, but I take that role very seriously. Now just say thank you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I’ll put the leather one on you now, and I’ll put the other one back in our luggage. I’ll put it on you for dinners.”
Max moved behind her. Aly lifted her hair out of the way so he could fasten the collar around her neck. It seemed to make everything so real. Wearing the collar was a public acknowledgement that she was Max’s submissive. It felt right. She just hoped that one day she could wear them for real.
She didn’t have much time to enjoy the moment. The boat was rapidly moving toward the dock. Max ducked back into the cabin and put away the dress collar and the box for the leather one. Aly ran her fingers over the collar. His. This symbolized she belonged to him, even if only for the next few days.
JJ took moment to tell them about the island and the resort which were just coming into view.
“Libertine Island is right up ahead. It is one of the largest privately owned islands in the area. It is approximately one and one half miles long from north to south and three-quarters of a mile wide. The resort occupies the southern end of the island, and there are a handful of private residences on the north end,
“As you can see, there is a large bay at the southern end which is approximately half a mile wide. You can see the private cabins running down each side of the bay and that both sides end in docks. On the eastern side is the dock for the larger boats such as this one. On the western side is the dock for the waters-sports crafts.
“There are ten private cabins on each side. Their doors open toward the bay and the walkway that leads between the docks and the main building. The cabins range from one thousand to twenty-five hundred square feet with a private backyard either facing the Caribbean on the west or the Atlantic on the east. The cabins have a living area, kitchen, one to three bedrooms, and a fully equipped playroom.”
As he finished his spiel, he killed the motor and dropped the bumpers over the side as he maneuvered the boat into position. He grabbed the ropes line and gracefully leaped onto the dock and tied the boat off fore and aft.
Max stood up, easing Aly to her feet. Aly carefully smoothed her skirt down. Max hadn’t allowed her to wear panties, and she was feeling very self-conscious.
She was eager to go ashore and begin exploring, but Max indicated she should take the seat he vacated while he and JJ put their luggage ashore. Once he and JJ had the bags loaded on a handcart that another staff member had delivered to the dock when they arrived, Max thanked the other man, shaking his hand before indicating to Aly that she could now disembark.
He took her hand and helped her carefully onto the dock. She wanted to thank JJ as well, and hopped up to do so when Max caught her eye and she subsided. She sighed. She was a sub. She would have to remember her place.
She started to walk up the path past the cabins. They looked amazingly luxurious and had large private frontages. They kept walking along the path continuing north toward the front desk when Max reached down and squeezed her hand. Damn. She’d been here for five minutes and she’d already messed up twice. She glanced at him quickly to let him know she got the message and then demurely lowered her eyes.
Max tucked her right hand into the crook of his arm and walked her toward a path that clearly led up to the main building. Someone had poured not just money but love into the facilities. Every single detail was perfect from the beautiful tropical flowers lining the path to the gorgeous, pristine beach that she couldn’t wait to lay on and the open-air reception area done in rich, dark woods, off-white tile, and teal accents.
They passed a number of Doms and subs lounging on the beach or playing in the water. Not unexpectedly, all the Doms were dressed, sometimes with just a swimsuit, sometimes with shorts and a top. The subs were in various states of undress. Many did wear swimwear, but when they did, the tops barely contained the subs’ breasts and the bottoms were always thongs. The male subs rarely wore more than thongs.
Next they passed by the pool area, and she saw one Dom lovingly applying sunscreen to his naked sub, although Aly didn’t think there was much chance of her getting sunburned between her legs. Another sub was on her knees pleasuring her Master while he chatted with another Dom, who was stroking his own cock, obviously waiting for his turn. She found herself blushing. Was the sub being shared, or did she belong to both those men? Was that what it was like for Rebecca, pleasuring two Dominant men? The kneeling sub certainly looked happy enough, and her face took on a whole new level of pleasure when her Dom came down her throat.
Aly looked away, feeling like she was peeping at something private. Max, though, forced her to turn back to the triad just as the second man grasped the woman’s jaw and fed his erect cock into her mouth.
“If they had a problem with being watched, they wouldn’t do this in public. Can you see how much they love her and how much she loves pleasing her men and how much she trusts them to take them so deep into her throat, trusting that they’ll take care of her, too? Do you think you could ever be like that with the man you loved, proudly pleasing him in front of everyone to demonstrate your love and submission?”
They stood watching the sub take her man deep into her throat. Aly had never deep throated any man. She hadn’t even taken Max orally since they’d been practicing. Suddenly she very much wanted to drop to her knees and take Max’s cock in her mouth.
“I’d like to…but I’ve never been able to, you, know…so deep…”
“You mean take a cock in your throat.”
Aly nodded, unable to answer.
“Would you like me to teach you?”
She nodded again. Then she realized that she was supposed to answer aloud when asked a question, but she was having trouble getting the words out.
Max hugged her close.
“It’s okay, pet. Come. Let’s go check in.”
They walked along the path until they got to the big open-air reception area. It was very understated looking but clearly done in luxurious, expensive materials. On the way they passed a Domme walking her puppy, her human puppy who was on hands and knees with a tail jutting out of his ass. Oh my god.
Max followed her shocked gaze.
“Don’t worry, pet. I won’t shove a butt plug with a long tail up your ass, not unless you ask me to.”
Feeling relieved and a little guilty because she knew how much pleasure it would give him, she watched as he checked them in, signing on the check-in form where he indicated, but was careful not to make eye contact with anyone.
“They’ve given us a private cabin, pet. I’ll have to thank Jake for the upgrade.” As they turned to go, she saw a tall dark-haired man approaching quickly. He was about six feet tall with a square jaw and dark eyes. He looked fit rather than gym-rat muscular. Walking beside and just behind him was an attractive woman of average height with her light-brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore a conservatively cut bu
siness suit with very non-businesslike stilettos.
Max and the newcomer shook hands.
“Duncan Rider, and this is my sub Andie. You must be Max and Aly.”
Aly smiled shyly at Andie, who grinned back before dropping her eyes. Duncan looked at Andie, the love shining from his eyes, and turned to Max. “She also runs the place. I can organize the bar and restaurant and the dungeon, but she’s in charge of everything else that makes this place tick. I swear that sometimes when we are working, I feel like her sub.
“You two care to join us for lunch at our cabin? I understand from Jake that your sub is new to the full-time lifestyle and she might like to chat with Andie and get a feel for the place from the sub’s perspective.”
“That sounds good. We were just going to go to our cabin and unpack, and my sub needs to get changed.”
“An hour? You’re in #7. Andie and I are in #9.”
“Sounds good.” Max turned to Aly. “Come.”
* * * *
An hour later they were sitting in Duncan’s living room. Aly had felt very self-conscious walking to the cabin. Max had let her wear clothes, but the short wrap skirt and sheer halter hadn’t covered much, especially when he didn’t let her wear panties.
And now with her pussy hairless, she felt every air current that much more intensely. When they arrived, Duncan greeted them as Andie bustled in the kitchen. Max sent Aly in to help her, which was actually kind of a relief.
She found herself surprisingly reluctant, though. Andie had been wearing a killer business suit and stilettos. Aly felt very exposed as she entered the kitchen.
Aly saw than Andie had removed her suit jacket and shoes but still wore her tight pencil shirt and white blouse. It wasn’t until she turned around that she realized that her top was completely transparent in the front. Andie blushed prettily.
“And now you know why I always leave the jacket on at work. It’s hard to have authority as a sub, and you have even less authority when your breasts are on display. I’m used to it at other times, but in the office, I like to project a professional appearance. This is how we compromise.”
