One day Mistress Olga came to me and said that we were going to spend all day on the beach. Mistress Olga is a member of a lesbian community, and they have a private naturist beach. I have never been to that beach yet. But, as it was going to be a hot day, I was looking forward to it.
We drove out near to the naturist club. It was still relatively early in the morning, and nobody was about, so we were able to take off all of her clothes. I love seeing Mistress Olga naked. She works out a lot, and is very muscular – just the way I like the women who dominate me.
Mistress grabbed a bag out of the boot of the car. We walked down to the beach. On the way we passed several signs which said Private Beach – Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted. The community did not want any men coming to spy on them.
Stone steps led down to a beach of perfect white sand. I could see that rocky cliffs, both to the left and to the right, which meant that people could not wander accidentally onto the naturist beach.
We walked down the steps. I noticed that, part way up the beach, there was a low rock set into the sand. It was about a foot high, flat-topped, and a few feet long and wide. I saw the ends of what looked like four posts hammered into the sand. The posts were surrounding the rock. Each one was about ten feet away from the rock. I saw that there was a steel ring set into the top of each post. I began to get some idea as to what might happen to me today.
“Lie down on the rock.” Mistress Olga said. I did as she instructed. The rock just supported the back of my head. But my butt was left almost hanging over the side of the flat rock in the sand. The rock was cold on my back. The morning sun was still too low to have warmed the rock and taken the chill away. I shivered.
“Spread your legs and arms.” Mistress Olga said. She removed a clear plastic bag from the beach bag which she had slung over her shoulder. I could see coils of rope in the bag. But there was also water in the bag.
Mistress Olga opened the plastic bag and poured out the water.
“I thought of using leather, but it might have cut into your wrists and ankles too much, and cut off your circulation. As you are going to be tied all day we can’t risk permanent damage. This rope has been soaking in water all night. As it heats up and dries during the day it will shrink slightly. But it should not cut off the circulation of your hands or feet.”
There were four pieces of rope. Mistress Olga tied one piece to each of my limbs, making sure that the loop around wrists and ankles was not so tight that it would damage me, but being tight enough so that it would not slip off. The rope would tighten a little more as it dried, so there still had to be a little looseness to it.
Mistress Olga then tied the ends of the rope to each of the rings set into the stakes hammered into the sand. It was not painful, but I couldn’t close my legs or draw in my arms. I thought that that was going to be the extent of my bondage. But Mistress Olga intended that the day was going to be a lot more painful than that. She went back to my left arm, and pulled the rope a little more, before tying it off again. She did the same to my right arm. She kept pulling, first on one arm and then the other, until she had got the wet rope as tight as she could. I could not move my arms.
She then tightened the rope on each leg, spreading my legs further and further, until I was forced to do the splits. My thighs ached with the stretch. She only tied off each rope when she couldn’t tighten it any more. It felt almost as though I was on some rack. And I knew that it would only get worse as the day progressed. I knew that my legs would be in agony by the end of the day, as bad as if I had been stretched on her wooden rack. And here I had thought that we had only been about to get an all-over tan on the beach!
“You will be there until the sun goes down tonight.” Olga said to me. “As I don’t want you getting blinded by the sun I have brought some protection for your eyes.”
Olga got a blindfold out of the bag and fitted it over my eyes, making sure that it was secure.
“Now a hood.” she told me. I felt a latex hood being fitted over my head. The hood would help keep the blindfold in place. The hood did not cover my nostrils or my mouth, so that my breathing was not restricted. My ears were not covered, either, so that I would be able to hear everything going on around me, even though I could not see a thing.
“Now the leather bondage helmet.” Mistress Olga said. I almost protested at that. The latex would make me sweat. But the helmet would make it even worse. In the end, though, I did not say a word.
This bondage helmet did not cover my nostrils, ears or mouth. But the leather totally encased my head, otherwise. There was a band which went around my neck, including a padlock which locked the helmet in place. Nobody but Mistress Olga could now remove the helmet.
I heard Mistress Olga remove other items from the bag and put them down on the rock next to my naked body. I had no idea what they were. But I would soon be able to guess what they were.
“We don’t want you to get skin cancer, do we?” Mistress Olga said. I heard the top of a bottle pop open. Then cool liquid was smoothed all over my body. Mistress Olga worked it into my skin, paying special attention to my breasts and my crotch. The way that my legs were spread meant that my labia hard parted, revealing the pinkness within. Mistress Olga worked the sun cream up inside me. She lathered it onto my clit. Then she spent several minutes slowly stroking my clit, until I was on the verge of cumming. But, just when I was nearing my peak, Mistress Olga took her fingers away. I groaned with disappointment. I heard the pop of the sun cream bottle closing. It was placed on the rock beside me.
“Slave, you are to be the entertainment, if you like, for the day. I have told the women of the naturist club that they can do anything that they want to you, but that they can only use the items on the rock beside you. They are not to release you, but they can do anything else.
“Slave, I do not want you to use your safeword. I do not think any permanent damage will be done to you. Whatever happens you will recover from, even if it takes some time. Also, you are not to talk or to question any of the women, although you may scream. I have promised them perfect anonymity, and a slave who they can use to work out any fantasies which they may have. If one of the women gives you an order, you are to obey it to the best of your ability. Do not disappoint me.
“Now I think that I will go and get a nice tan.”
Mistress Olga left me there, stretched out on a rock a foot above the sand.
I had no way of judging the passing of time. It felt as though I was stretched out for hours before I heard anything. My mistress could have abandoned me there and I would not have known it. It felt like three hours, at least, passed, before I heard anything else. I was to later discover that it was only an hour.
Then I heard laughing women’s voices approaching, coming down the stone steps.
“Wow, there’s the slave.” one woman said. There were so many women that the only voice that I would be able to distinguish was my Mistress Olga. I’m not going to attempt to identify the rest. Mistress Olga would later tell me that there were twenty women there. The entirety of the lesbian society had come out to enjoy a day on the beach, once they knew that there was going to be entertainment to which they could do anything that they wanted.
The women spent a few minutes examining my body with their fingers. My nipples were caressed and squeezed. Somebody’s fingers spread the lips of my vagina even more.
Eventually one woman decided to move the action on a little further.
“I’m going to sit on her mouth, see how good she is at eating out pussy.”
The woman positioned herself so that her labia were just over my mouth. I could smell her sweet scent.
“Lick, bitch!”
I licked. I licked her to an orgasm, using all the skill at my disposal. Once the other women saw how skilled I was I think that they all wanted a go, for as soon as I brought of one pussy to an orgasm another was put down on my mouth.
I was in cunnilingus heaven, as I brought woman after woman to a shuddering orgasm. There were twenty women there, and I think that they must have all cum in my mouth, at least once, over the next three or four hours. Some took only a couple of minutes; other took a lot longer. Some came to sit on my face time and again.
Some time in the afternoon the women paused. They were all replete with orgasms, all having cum at least once. My arms and legs were really in agony by then, as the rope had dried out, and it felt almost as though my limbs were being pulled out of their sockets. My legs were in a perfect 180 degrees splits.
I felt fingers at my labia, pushing past them. One, two, three, four fingers were forced into my pussy, the thumb curled down into the palm. The whole hand, sun cream providing lubrication, slid inside my pussy, stretching it out. Then the woman formed a fist inside me. The woman fisted me, trying to slowly force her hand deeper inside me. It felt like she had the arm of a giant. I feared damage, but Mistress later told me that she went no further than midway between her wrist and her elbow. No permanent damage was done, although I did feel stretched.
After she had withdrawn her arm I heard two women talking.
“I need to piss.” one said.
“So go in the sea.”
“No, I have a better idea. We can do anything I like to her. I’m going to piss in her mouth.”
I felt the woman climb up so that her pussy was facing my mouth.
“I understand that I can do anything I like to you.” she said. Her voice sounded aroused. It was clear that what she was about to do turned her on. “Well, I want to piss in your mouth. And I want you to drink down every drop. Here it comes.”
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, as she positioned her urethra between my lips. A second later a hot, golden liquid poured into my eager mouth. I swallowed it down as quickly as I could. She pissed for a long time. But I love to drink down a woman’s golden rain. it is the way to worship a dominant woman.
I think that it was only when that woman pissed in my mouth that the women realised that they really could do anything they wanted to me. More women used me as a urinal, pissing into my mouth, and commanding me to drink down every drop. Other used their nails to pinch my clit and nipples, bringing pain to me. One woman used her sharp fingernails to rake across my breasts. Later, when I was released, the bright red scratch marks would still be there.
Then, a bit later in the afternoon, I heard one of the women kneel down by me. She picked something up off the rock, one of the items which Mistress Olga had left there. I still had no idea what those items were.
At first nothing happened. Then I felt warmth on my left nipple, warmer than the sun burning down on me. Then the heat intensified, to be like something red hot biting my nipple. I screamed in pain, and tried to move my body. I could move just enough, up and down, to lessen the pain on my nipple.
I had no idea what had been used to burn me. I did not know that Mistress Olga had left a magnifying glass there, and that the woman had used the power of the sun, through the magnifying glass, to burn my nipple.
The woman moved around the other side of the rock. I felt the same intensifying burn on my right nipple. By bucking up and down, as much as I could, I could just about lessen the pain, as the sunlight would not remain concentrated on one spot.
“I need to cum.” the woman said. She climbed on my face again, putting her pussy on my lips. I tongued her folds with all of the skill I had. Meanwhile she leaned forwards and began licking my own clit. She was very skilled, as well, and soon my clit was as erect as it ever got, poking out of its hood. She used the fingers of one hand to hold my clitoral hood back, as she continued to lick my sensitive clit. My clit got hotter and hotter, as I neared an orgasm.
Then it felt as though somebody had held a red hot piece of metal to my clit. The woman had used the magnifying glass to burn my clit. I screamed in pain. But it was also the scream of a mind-blowing orgasm as I bucked up and down in my bonds.
I was not left to recover long. Seeing me tortured had aroused the other twenty odd women. They were all turned on, in a sadistic manner. All mercy had fled from them. More climbed onto my face, ordering me to either give them cunnilingus or, sometimes, analingus. While that was going on one of the other women would use the magnifying glass to bring little burning points of pain to my defenceless body, usually concentrating on my breasts. There was one woman, though, who had other women hold my labia open, so that she could actually burn the soft, pink flesh inside my vagina.
Mistress had obviously not brought any whips with me. But one woman used her hands to slap my tits about. Another spanked my pussy. One used her strong fingers to twist my nipples as hard as she could. One of them used her foot to kick my cunt, bruising my pussy lips.
Time and time again I screamed in pain. But that only seemed to spur them on to further depravity.
“I want to burn an X onto her mound.” one woman said. “I want to see a mark. But she keeps moving around when we use the magnifying glass. I need some of you to sit on her legs and stomach so that she can’t move at all.”
One woman sat on my stomach, facing me. She began to squeeze my nipples. Another two women sat on my upper thighs, forcing my butt down against the rock. I tried moving. But I could not move my groin even the barest millimetre.
Then began a very painful time, which seemed to go on forever, as the light going through the magnifying glass was focused on the skin just above my clit. It was held until a little black dot formed on the skin. I know, as the marks were still there when I was released. This was done over and over again, dozen of little black dots joined up into an X. X marks the spot, I supposed.
“What can we do next?” one of them asked, when that particular torture was over.
“We can use anything down on the beach, can’t we?” a different woman said. “Those pebbles have been on the beach all day under the sun. Let’s place some of those on her. If we use towels we should be able to pick them up without our fingers getting burned.”
I groaned, but did not complain. They could do anything they wanted to me.
A few minutes later something flat and very hot was placed on my right breast. They had found a large, flat pebble which had been cooking in the sun all day. Of course they placed the side which had been facing the sun down on my breast. Another flat pebble was placed on my other breast. I screamed again.
I expected another pebble to be placed on my pubic mound, or on my stomach. But, instead, my pussy lips were held open and a long, thin, tubular pebble was forced inside my vagina. It felt as though somebody had filled it with a red hot poker. But, perhaps surprisingly, no permanent damage was done, even though it didn’t feel like it at the time.
The stones were left on me for about five minutes. Then they were removed and replaced with others. They kept that up, I think, until they ran out of suitably sized hot pebbles on the beach.
That hot stone torture was followed by me having to service a lot of the women again, as they had been turned on by what they had done to me. Another woman pissed down my throat. I had to perform analingus again.
Then one of the women knelt down beside me. She whispered in my ear.
“I need to take a shit. I am going to shit, slowly, in your mouth. You are going to chew and swallow it all. If you don’t then I will bit off your clitoris.”
I hate scat, although I am not a virgin in that matter. But it is just about my least favourite sexual activity. Still, though, I had been told to obey these women in everything that they wanted to do to my body.
The woman positioned her anus over my mouth. She grunted, and my tongue encountered something semi-solid and disgusting.
“Bite it off and chew and swallow.” the woman commanded. It was obvious that she had engaged in scat before, as she had only forced out part of a turd into my waiting mouth. I chewed the revolting thing, and swallowed it down, something which I had to do fall times before the entire turd had been shit into my mouth and eaten. The woman washed out my mouth with a long stream of golden rain.
From that point on none of the women had me do cunnilingus on them, as the day entered evening. Perhaps they didn’t want my shitty mouth tonguing their clits. But most of them used me as a urinal again, happy to hover above my mouth and piss into it.
That concluded my day on the beach. I was not released until all of the women had gone. I was burnt and battered, but not broken, although my Mistress had to almost carry me to the car, considering the pain in my limbs.
I wonder whether, next summer, I will return back to the beach?