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Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} "BDSM Beach" (7/13) (Bondage, Spring Break, Hammocks) 
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Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2007 10:10:02 -0400
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This story of sex, beaches, and submission is owned, copyrighted
and so forth by me, Shon Richards.  Please don't make any money
from it, okay? 

The entire story has been written and will be posted on a fairly
regular schedule until completion.  If you enjoy it, please drop
me an email at shonrichards at yahoo.com as your lovely comments
is the only payment this writer receives.  All previous parts and
other stories can be found at my blog at
http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/

BDSM Beach Part Seven
By Shon Richards 

The wind blew Cassie's hammock, causing it to swing just a little
bit. The cool air sent a ripple of goosebumps down her naked
flesh. The wind also blew across her clamped nipples, which
reminded her of how sensitive and painful they had become. Her
freshly spanked ass could feel every crisscross of the hammock's
rope netting beneath her.

She struggled against the pain, but the thin rope that wove
around her limbs and into the hammock held her tight. Her
struggling only caused the hammock to swing more, which caused
her heavy breasts to swing further and upset the clamps even
more.

It was just another beautiful afternoon in paradise. After the
morning spanking and breakfast, Kevin had ordered the girls onto
the porch, where Julia had set up four hammocks. One by one, he
had tied the girls into their hammocks. Thin rope laced and
wrapped their ankles, thighs, wrists, elbows and collars to the
netting of the hammocks. The process took a long time, but Cassie
savored every minute Kevin spent binding her body. It was the
most he had touched her since she had come to Cancun.

Once the girls were all bound, Kevin toured them as though they
were dishes served up for his pleasure. Cassie watched him suck
on Alisha's plump tits. She groaned as she watched him finger and
stroke Melinda's cunt. She grew wet as he bit Danielle's thighs.
It was all worth it when he'd come back to her and run his
fingernails over her body. Soft, wonderful not-quite-scratches
started at her lips and went down her neck, over both breasts,
across her hips and down her thighs and ended at her feet. Every
inch of her body was ready to be taken.

That was when Kevin had put the clamps on her nipples. The cruel
rubber tips pinched her nipples and set her breasts on fire. A
little index card had been attached to each clamp, so that every
time the wind blew, it would catch the cards and twist her
nipples. Cassie bit her lip and stared down in wonder at the
abuse her nipples were going through. The pain was intense, but
it was a good kind of pain. It was the kind of pain she wanted to
remember forever.

While Kevin applied the clamps to the other girls, Cassie found
herself thinking about Julia. She didn't know where Kevin's
submissive had gone, and she was surprised by how much that
disappointed her. Ever since Julia had kissed her, Cassie was
having the hardest time not thinking about the older woman. 

With the final set of clamps in place, Kevin pulled up a chair
and opened a book. Cassie, and the others, moaned in frustration.
Bound, helpless, horny and clamped, the girls could do nothing
but anticipate his next move. He hadn't forbidden them to speak,
but none of the girls was brave enough to talk. They were all
afraid of being the one to come across as greedy or rude. 

Well, for a good 10 minutes, at least.

"Kevin, sir," Danielle said. "Please don't ignore us."

Cassie felt a strange flash of irrational anger. How dare
Danielle, who'd been in Kevin's bedroom last night, ask him to
disturb his reading? She realized that she was more upset that
Danielle was being rude on behalf of all of them then she was
jealous that the other girl had gotten more attention.

Kevin snapped his fingers at Danielle, never lifting his gaze
from his book.

That was that. She was smart enough not to ask again. The girls
laid in their hammocks on a lazy Cancun morning. The wind toyed
with their clamps as the ropes ignited with their libidos. The
sun warmed their bodies on the outside, while wicked thought
warmed them from the inside.

After a period of wet frustration, Kevin put his book down and
returned to his captives. He started with Cassie, and somehow,
that felt to her like a victory. He brought a bottle of water
with a straw and placed the straw on her lips. She wanted to do
something sexy with the straw, but she lost her nerve. She sucked
down on the straw and eagerly drank the water. When Kevin took
the straw away, Cassie tried to say "thank you" but no words came
from her mouth.

He reached down with both hands and removed her clamps. The pain
had become a dull constant reminder, but once the clamps were
removed, the blood came rushing back to her sensitive nipples.
Cassie thought the clamps had hurt before, but now she knew just
had bad the pain could be. She cried out and tugged at the ropes
holding her down, struggling to reach her nipples and somehow
comfort them.

Kevin chuckled and moved on. Melinda cried out, and knowing that
the pain was too much even for a tough athlete gave Cassie a
small amount of consolation. Danielle screamed next, her cry
dwarfing anything the previous two had yelled, while Alisha
merely whimpered when her clamps were removed. 

Cassie watched as Kevin returned to her. He opened a box and
pulled out more rope. For a brief moment, she was terrified of
what he could possibly do next that would require her to be tied
down more. Her fears evaporated as he pulled out a long sea-blue
vibrator.

Kevin slid the vibrator into Cassie's cunt. The cold plastic
filled her slick pussy and then slid partway out again as he
teased her. With only a few inches inside her, he stopped. He
laced the new rope around the rope already wrapped around her
thighs. In a few minutes, he had created a cradle for the
vibrator that would keep it in such a teasing place. Then, he
turned it on.

"Oh!" Cassie whispered. Her cunt was so ready and sensitive that
even the partial penetration was making her squirm. The hammock
held her tight, and she found that her most vigorous twists and
pulls only caused the vibrator to dance and squirm inside her.
There was no escape and no way to get the full thrusting she
desired.

Kevin gave her thigh a squeeze before walking over to Alisha.
Cassie could tell he was doing the same thing to Alisha, but she
didn't care. She was still trying to get some sort of
satisfaction from the vibrator. The ropes held her to the
hammock, but she found out the hammock itself wasn't very solid.
Suspended in mid-air, she clenched her thighs, crunched her
stomach and pulled with her wrists to try to get the hammock to
stretch just enough to allow her to get in a few more precious
inches. The best she did was one more wonderful vibrating inch,
but it didn't discourage her from continuing to try.

The other girls were struggling more, too. Melinda was twisting
so much that Cassie feared her hammock would break. Danielle
appeared too exhausted to give it an honest try, no doubt worn
out by her orgy last night. Alisha had no such problem, although
she was as round as Cassie, and the curve of the hammock didn't
allow for much wiggling. Cassie could see a puddle on the floor
beneath Alisha, and she realized it must be where her cunt's
desire had dripped. Cassie wondered if a puddle were forming
beneath her, too.

It was going to be a long day in paradise. 

To be continued.

If you enjoyed the story, please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com



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