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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 2 of ??
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With a series of feminine grunts and yelps emanating from
the spacious central room, which was located downstairs, I
finally decided that it was time to investigate. Curious, I
descended the winding staircase and smiled at what I saw.
Dressed in full workout garb, the duo of Kristanna and
Sarah were honing their martial arts skills in a friendly
sparring match. In addition to their spandex outfits, the
two ladies wore protective equipment, including elbow and
knee pads, gloves, a chest protector and helmet. I could
tell that contact between them was being kept to a minimum,
but still, it was good they took safety precautions.
I had only been aware that Kristanna was a black belt in
Aikido for a couple of weeks. It was shocking to me - and I
certainly don't mean this in a negative way - that a woman
as frail and light-weight as Kristanna (5-foot-11 and a mere
115 pounds) could pack such a lethal punch. Aikido was a
defensive system of the martial arts, but my lovely bride
had also studied and mastered kickboxing in her young life.
Sarah was smaller and more fragile-looking than Kristanna
(5-foot-2 and 93 pounds), but that did not hinder her from
earning a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. She and Kristanna, who
was also a black belt in the Aikido style, were a good fit
together like this. Kristanna loved to practice and spar,
but was not afforded with a suitable partner here on the
island until Sarah showed up just yesterday.
As I stood at the bottom of the steps and watched them
trade a series of light (safe) kicks and chops, Kristanna
eventually noticed my presence and motioned for Sarah to
cease. Kristanna slipped her helmet off, then shook her
head vigorously and smiled warmly at me. "Hi Jeremy."
"Sweetheart," I nodded at her, turning my attention
toward Sarah. The 25-year-old took her own helmet and
face mask off, then smiled at me as well. "Miss Sarah."
"Hi," she greeted in a friendly manner.
Judging by the amount of perspiration upon the bodies of
both ladies, they had been practicing their skills for quite
some time here in the central room.
"Have you come down to watch us?" Kristanna wondered.
"Sure, I can do that," I chuckled in response. "I have
wondered ever since I learned you had a black belt, dear...
why? Why do you have a black belt? Forgive me, but you
just don't seem the type cut out for this sort of stuff."
"Oh really?" Kristanna countered in a defensive tone,
placing both hands upon her hips and looking at me. "Why
not come over here for a second, Jeremy?"
"She's probably a black belt in Aikido to protect herself
from guys like you," Sarah suggested, being playful.
Once I made my way over to Kristanna - just as she asked
me to - the gorgeous blonde suddenly reached out and grabbed
my left wrist. In the blink of an eye, she pulled me toward
her, and then I found myself flat on my back. Kristanna had
knocked my legs out from underneath me with a sweeping kick,
then shoved me backward - causing me to fall down - with a
hard forearm upon my upper chest.
Disoriented for a moment, to say the least, I gulped my
throat and stared up at her in a mixture of shock and awe.
Kristanna snickered in triumph, then placed her bare foot
upon my exposed throat and held it there gently.
"Do you still think I'm not cut out for sort of stuff?"
"I never said that," I returned, once again gulping my
throat. Kristanna did not injure me physically, but her
sudden take-down maneuver still had my head spinning. I
could not believe the speed and ferocity of it. I was a
good 100 pounds heavier than her, yet she had treated me
like a rag-doll anyway. "All I said was that you don't seem
to be the type for it. That's all. Instead of a deadly
enforcer, you seem to be more the model type."
Kristanna laughed and slowly removed her bare foot from
my throat. I then reached up with both hands and grasped
that pretty foot, and held it just inches from my face. "If
I ever need a bodyguard, sweetheart, the job is yours."
Kristanna snickered once more as I tilted my head upward
and planted a gentle kiss upon her big toe. I did the same
for the arch of her foot, then its heel. "I like that!" she
squealed in response, wiggling all five of her slender toes.
Sarah reached down with both hands and grasped my right
arm, then helped pull me up to my feet. Kristanna smiled and
brushed against me, then offered my lips a whispery kiss.
"Would you still like to stay and watch us spar, Jeremy?"
"I don't think so," I told her, shaking my head. "I do
not want to get caught in the crossfire." Kristanna let out
an exaggerated laugh as I added, "Maybe it's best that I go
down to the beach, or something. Away from you two ladies."
"Girl power!" Sarah exclaimed, being playful, as I turned
and eventually ascended the staircase.
* * *
I'm not quite certain whether or not my ego was bruised,
but I definitely felt the need to leave Kristanna and Sarah
by themselves to do their thing. That was the first physical
confrontation that I had been involved in - playful or real -
in 12 years. I last recall getting into a fight when I was
16 years of age. It involved a dispute over baseball cards.
It felt somewhat eerie to realize that if my wife truly
wanted, she could probably take me out in the blink of an
eye. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head at the mere
thought. I would just have to stay on Kristanna's good side
from now on. Did I really have any other choice?
On the flip side, Kristanna's prowess in the martial arts
was something that I should not really concern myself with.
It was wonderful that she could defend herself in any kind
of physical situation. Could anyone blame Kristanna for
having such a vested interest in hand-to-hand combat? Young
women, especially those as charming and beautiful as my
precious bride, really need to know how to defend themselves
from the cruel predators in today's world.
Still, I had no reason to think all that much about this.
Certainly, I should not harbor any negative feelings about
this. But as I said earlier, I just found it... eerie, that
a woman such as Kristanna - who was very thin and fragile -
could make mince-meat of me in seconds if so she desired.
It was a very difficult concept for me to grasp.
"What's up with you?" came a feminine voice, as I slowly
made my way through the grand ballroom. I looked up and
realized that the voice belonged to Stephanie, who entered
the ballroom from the side. The voluptuous brunette was
soon joined by Gabrielle, the 27-year-old Latin beauty from
Seattle. Both of them looked absolutely marvelous.
Stephanie tilted her head to the side and offered me a
curious glare. "Everything okay, Jeremy? You look like you
just saw a ghost, or something."
My previous thoughts concerning Kristanna flashed through
my mind once again as I put on a good face for Stephanie and
Gabrielle, offering both of them a warm smile. "Everything
is fine, dear," I answered, reaching out and gently grasping
Stephanie's slender wrist as she closed the distance between
us. "How are things with you two?"
"The island is even more beautiful now than I remember it
being during the summer!" the young woman exclaimed, her dark
eyes flashing. "The beaches, the trees, the forest... the
mansion, pool, grotto. But I really like what you, Devon and
Kristanna did with all the Christmas decorations and lights.
It must have took you several days to put everything up."
"Devon and Kristanna are really into the idea and spirit
of Christmas," were my words, "and I promised them one that
they would never forget. And you are right, dear. It took
me four days just to hang the lights on the house outside.
Devon and Kristanna did most of the decorating inside."
"This really is a nice place," Gabrielle nodded. "I have
been impressed with everything I've seen thus far. I only
have one question, though. What does a girl have to do
around here to get her hands on some alcohol?" She giggled
and added, "I haven't had a drink in what - four days now.
I haven't gone this long without one since high school."
"High school?" Stephanie retorted, looking over at the
gothic beauty. "You certainly did not tell me that this
morning when we had our discussion. You're 27 now, yes?
Just how long have you been drinking?"
"Since I was 16," Gabrielle told her. "I know that's
young and all, but I had some older friends where I worked
and I just started drinking with them." She turned toward
me and asked again, "Can you get me something to drink,
Jeremy? I would do anything for a case of Coors."
"Remember the brochure that Jeremy sent you in the mail?"
Stephanie asked, reminding her. "No alcohol on the island."
I offered Gabrielle a friendly smile and answered, "I'm
very sorry, dear, but that's the truth. I don't allow
alcohol here. I have never been a big fan of it myself."
"Cheer up," Stephanie told Gabrielle, who winced at my
words, while patting her on the shoulder. "I think it will
be worth it to stay sober for the next couple of months.
We are getting paid three million bucks apiece, you know."
Gabrielle narrowed her eyes and asked, "Do you honestly
mean, Jeremy, that you, Devon and Kristanna never drink?"
I nodded at her and replied, "Just about. There was a
time when we were on our second honeymoon in Anguilla, and
Kristanna had her first taste of alcohol one night. She had
a little too much to drink - to say the least. Kristanna
swore it off the very next morning, though, because she had
a nasty hang-over. But that was the only time for her. As
for myself, I don't drink - never have, never will."
"What about Devon?" the Mexican wondered.
"Devon is like me - she doesn't drink at all. She used
to in high school, but swore it off pretty quickly."
"Look how healthy Jeremy and those two look," Stephanie
smirked. "That comes from a steady diet of fruit punch and
juices, correct? That, water and hot chocolate is all I was
ever offered during the summer. I cannot believe it, but
Jeremy even steered me away from soda products."
"Orange juice is good for you," I told them both.
"Devon does have a good stash of Mountain Dew," Stephanie
mused. "She let Lindsay have a can of it this morning."
"You can't get me some beer, Jeremy?" Gabrielle asked,
almost pleading. "No one here drinks, and that is fine.
But I do drink. I may go crazy before heading back home
without some alcohol. I can keep it in my room."
"I'm sorry," I told her, wanting to stand firm. "I don't
allow any alcohol on the island, as both Stephanie and the
brochure you received in the mail said. It's my rule."
"I didn't think he would allow you anything to drink,"
Stephanie murmured, patting her new friend on the shoulder.
"Is there a reason for that?" Gabrielle asked, breathless.
I hesitated before nodding, "Yes, there is. I lost a good
friend in high school because he went out drinking one night,
then was in a fatal automobile accident on the way home. I
saw what it did to his family. I swore off all types of
alcohol from that point on. I'm sorry, Gabrielle, but it is
my one, iron-clad rule. I don't allow even a trace of it on
this island. But as Stephanie said, perk up. You are getting
paid three million dollars. Hopefully you can hold up for the
next few months, then you can go home and do what you want."
"I don't know..." she fretted, obviously unsure.
"How can anyone start drinking at 16?" Stephanie asked.
"Never mind that's five years below the legal limit in the
United States. I don't approve much of it either."
"A couple of guys I worked with when I was 16 started me
drinking," Gabrielle reiterated. "I just became addicted."
"I hope you're not mad at me, Gabrielle, for this."
"No, not mad," she told me. "Not drinking anything for
the rest of the winter will take some getting used to. But I
am getting paid an awful lot of money for being here, as you
and 'Steph said. I'll do my best to work through it." She
shook her head and added, "But it's gonna be tough."
"If you're against alcohol so much," Stephanie said to me,
"why did you let Kristanna get drunk during your honeymoon?
It was her first time ever drinking anything, you said."
I laughed gently before answering, "I didn't let Krissy
get drunk, no. She went to some club with Devon, and got
blasted. Fortunately, Devon was there to make sure that she
got back to the resort all safe and sound. Kristanna was
out of it, though. She doesn't remember that night at all."
"I got a girl drunk once when I was still in high school,"
Gabrielle purred. "I got her drunk, and took advantage."
Stephanie squealed and countered, "What happened? Was she
mad at you about it afterward?"
"She became my girlfriend," Gabrielle replied, beaming
with pride. "But it wouldn't have happened without all that
booze. I woke her up the next morning, licking her pussy.
She did remember what happened between us the prior night.
We dated for like three or four months."
"You were her first girl?" Stephanie asked, intrigued.
"Oh yes," Gabrielle told her. "Mollie didn't even know
that she liked girls until I licked that sweet, little pussy
of hers. I was the one who got her hooked."
"I've known many girls in my life that I wished I could
take advantage of, so to speak," Stephanie offered, as my
cock began to twitch about within my shorts. "I obsessed
over this one girl while in high school for three years, then
finally got up enough courage to approach her one day and see
if she was interested in me." Stephanie pouted and added,
"She laughed in my face and told everyone that I was a dyke."
"Bitch," Gabrielle snarled, shaking her head in disgust.
"It wasn't so bad, though," Stephanie sighed. "I came out
of the closet - finally. All of a sudden, I had a whole
group of new friends - the bi and lesbian crowd in my school.
I would still dream and fantasize about Torrie, though. I
was crazy about that girl, even though she was mean to me."
"Did anything ever happen of her?" I asked, curious.
Stephanie shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Torrie went
off to college after high school graduation. I never saw her
again." Stephanie paused and added, "But God... I creamed my
pussy SO MANY TIMES just thinking and fantasizing about her."
Gabrielle snickered and said, "I've never really cared one
way or the other if people know that I'm bi-sexual or not. I
have approached many women in my life and have been turned
down every nine times out of ten. But I don't let it get me
down. I figure I won't have her if I choose to keep quiet.
If I speak up and she turns me down, I still don't have her.
So... why feel sad or depressed? I didn't lose anything. I
have everything to gain by telling other girls that I like I
am bi, and nothing to lose. That's my attitude."
"That's a good attitude to have," Stephanie nodded.
"Hi there, everyone!" Devon greeted in her ultra-friendly
tone, strolling into the ballroom and then immediately making
her way over to me. "Hi Jeremy," she grinned, leaning upward
and planting a series of gentle kisses upon my face. I slid
an arm around Devon's lower back and offered her a squeeze.
"I've always wanted to get married," Gabrielle mused, as
she stared dreamily at us. "To be that much in love..."
"Being married is wonderful!" Devon chirped, a big smile
upon her face. "I'm sure the right person will come along
for you eventually, Gabrielle. You're 27 now, right? It
took me until I was 25. Jeremy is 28. Your day will come."
Gabrielle offered a faint smile and said, "I hope so."
Devon turned toward Stephanie and said, "You wanted to go
on a hike with me, Lindsay and Amy to the waterfall, right?"
"The one Jeremy named Devon Falls?" Stephanie grinned.
"Yeah, that's the one!" my wife squealed, before turning
her attention to Gabrielle. "You want to go too? Lindsay
and Amy are waiting for us right now. Let's go. All of us."
"Sounds like fun," Gabrielle smirked. "Count me in."
"Devon Falls is the most beautiful place on the whole,
entire island," Stephanie informed Gabrielle, as the two of
them linked arms and smiled at one another. "Jeremy named
it after Devon just this past summer."
"Don't worry," my wife told me, pecking my cheek with a
loving kiss. "I got my cell phone with me in case we run
into any problems." Devon walked away with both Stephanie
and Gabrielle, saying, "Jeremy does not like Kristanna or me
to go anywhere on the island without a phone. He's way too
afraid a snake will get us, or something."
"A snake?" Gabrielle exclaimed. "I hate snakes!"
"This is a tropical island, remember," Devon reminded her.
"There are all sorts of creatures here. I got used to them.
It will take some time, but so will you. My sole mindset is
that if I don't invade their territory, they won't have any
problems with me. You have to be careful where you step."
* * *
Though this may not come as a great loss to the general
readership out there in cyber-space, it certainly was one
for not only myself, but also Devon and Kristanna.
Shortly after I allowed the girls to go out and have fun
on their own, Louisa - the 76-year-old housekeeper - sought
me out in the recreation room and offered me her resignation.
Louisa, who had been my housekeeper here on the island
for two years, simply said that she was getting too old and
tired to do much of anything. Cooking meals for Devon,
Kristanna and myself over the past six months had been rough
enough on her. Now, with the returns/additions of Lindsay,
Amy, Stephanie, Gabrielle and Sarah, Louisa's job had become
even more difficult. It was just too much for her to handle.
"I also want to go home - to Texas - and spend the final
few years of my life with my family," she told me.
I was shocked at first because Louisa was leaving us, but
certainly understood her viewpoint and reasoning. The shock
soon turned into sadness for me, as I have often maintained
that Louisa was the best cook in the whole, wide world.
Whatever meal she prepared for us was always bound to be a
success. No one who had been on this island over the past
two years ever complained about the quality of the food.
I told Louisa that I would have her on an airline flight
from Lima to Houston early tomorrow morning. I was also
grateful when she promised to fix us dinner one more time -
tonight. Louisa had always been the silent member among my
group here on the island, but we would have a party tonight
in her honor. It was the least we could do for her.
"How will I ever replace you?" was my question for her.
"No one could survive a full week with me cooking for them."
Louisa reminded me of her grand-daughter, Britney - whom I
had met some 18 months ago when she was visiting the island.
Louisa told me that Britney, 21, was looking for a way to
make some money before returning to college next year.
Provided I pay her the same as I did Louisa ($1,000 per day),
she said Britney was interested in being the new housekeeper.
Louisa went onto say that Britney was every bit as good a
cook as she was. Plus, Louisa said that Britney would be a
lot more versatile than she had been for me. Britney would
not only cook, but do extensive cleaning around the mansion
and outdoors as well. Louisa talked Britney up so much, but
finished by saying that ultimately, her grand-daughter needed
the money for a jump-start on the rest of her life.
I would never tell Louisa this, but...
Britney already had the job, even before Louisa gave her
such a ringing endorsement with all those words. In fact,
Britney had the job the moment Louisa said she wanted it.
The mere mention of her name made me go back in time some
18 months, when Britney had come to the island to visit her
grand-mother for a week. This was several months before the
original group of ladies (Devon, Pamela, Amy, Stephanie,
Trish and Lisa) ever stepped foot on the island. However, it
was not before Kristanna had been a major part of my life.
I can still remember Britney's third day here back then,
when the mutual attraction between she and Kristanna simply
exploded. Images were still clear in my mind of the two
beautiful, gorgeous blondes, as they squirmed and writhed
together in a sea of lust upon the bed in my personal suite.
For those remaining four days, Kristanna and Britney were
simply inseparable. I got chills just remembering it.
I enjoyed sitting back in my chair and watching Kristanna
and Britney go at one another like wild animals, but always
wound up joining them and making it a three-some. I should
also point out that Louisa was never aware that Britney, her
grand-daughter, carried on with Kristanna and yours truly
behind her back like this. Otherwise, I'm sure Louisa would
have never suggested her for this job.
* * *
During the dinner celebration that evening, everyone felt
saddened that Louisa had decided to retire, and leave the
island. Everyone, that is, except for Kristanna.
The vivacious 23-year-old did not want to see Louisa go,
but certainly welcomed the fact that she would have another
shot at Britney. Kristanna, knowing how beautiful Britney
was, told me that we should keep her as a surprise for the
other girls. Everyone would know that a new maid was coming
to the island, but not be told anything specific about her.
That way, Kristanna said, the other ladies would be in for
quite a shock when they got their first glimpse of Britney.
I wholeheartedly agreed with her.
As for dinner itself, it was another one of Louisa's
trademarked buffets. Shrimp puffs and sesame pastries
were the appetizers, with a variety of fresh seafood and
meat dishes as the main course. Personally, I went for an
Angus filet mignon (one of my all-time favorites), a twice
baked potato and corn on the cob. All of the ladies had
different tastes, but there was no complaints about the food.
Once again, Louisa had prepared an excellent dinner buffet.
I was one of the few who actually made it to dessert - a
scrumptious chocolate cake. I had a couple of pieces, and
knew I would have to burn off those calories soon with a
hard, strenuous workout (hopefully with one of these women).
After everyone helped out in packing up Louisa's clothes
and her belongings, I took her in the Jeep the next morning
to the helicopter landing pad on the opposite side of the
island. After several minutes, her ride showed up and we
said our final farewell. I would definitely miss Louisa, as
she had been here everyday for the past two years.
On the other hand, however, I could barely wait until her
replacement showed up. Neither could Kristanna, either.
* * *
Stephanie smiled and linked her arm around mine, then
guided me out of the mansion and toward the Olympic-sized
pool that was nestled in the back. "Looks like you have
built quite a nice life for yourself, as well as Devon
and Kristanna. You three are so lucky to have each other."
Hours after saying good-bye to Louisa for the last time,
I offered Stephanie a smile and retorted, "Lucky, indeed."
The brunette froze in mid-step and looked over at me. "I
do have a confession to make, Jeremy. I don't think you'll
like it, either, but I'm gonna tell you anyway."
"What?"
"I lost my job so I could come back to the island."
"WHAT?" I exclaimed, caught off-guard. "WHY?"
"My boss at the hospital did not like it when I asked him
for ten weeks off during the summer, but he let me have it.
Then when I asked him for it again around Thanksgiving, when
you called and offered me another vacation... my boss said
either it was the ten weeks or my job this time."
"You shouldn't have quit your job to come here," I told
her, shaking my head. "You shouldn't have done that."
"Why not?" the luscious vixen countered. "You paid me a
million and a half dollars in the summer for being here. You
are gonna pay me an additional three million for staying the
winter. The same goes for Amy." She paused and added, "We
will make more money here, Jeremy, than I ever would being a
registered nurse... or Amy owning her bondage club." She
began walking with me once more and continued, "Don't worry
about me, though. I'll find a job at another hospital when
I return home in March. I am a well-qualified nurse. But
even more than the money, I love this island. I love it!"
"It's not good to have a black mark on your job record,"
I frowned. "Any future employers who do background checks
on you will not get a recommendation from your old boss."
"I'll be okay, Jeremy," she squealed, nodding her head.
"Please don't worry about me. If I really wanted, I would
never have to work again. You've given me so much money.
Between Amy and me, you've given us nine million dollars."
I offered up a begrudging smile and shrugged my shoulders
at her. "Hopefully, you'll land on your feet somewhere."
"This is the ring Pamela gave you the day all of us left?"
Stephanie asked, holding my left hand up and pointing at the
priceless piece of jewelry upon my finger.
"Yes, it is," I responded, frowning once more. I vividly
recall what Pamela told me about the ring, which was also a
treasured family heirloom of hers. The crown on the top of
the ring is a sign of loyalty, while the hands are a show of
friendship and the heart in the middle represents love.
"Pamela cried almost the whole way to Los Angeles when we
were on that airplane," Stephanie murmured, still inspecting
the ring. "She really loves you, Jeremy." Those words sent
absolute chills throughout my body as the 26-year-old added,
"It is too bad you and Devon could not work something out
with her. Kristanna, too. I guess you tried to talk her
into coming back like the rest of us, but she declined."
"Yeah," I breathed, nodding my head. "Pamela, Trish and
Lisa were offered the chance to come back, but declined. I
couldn't have had both Lindsay and Trish back, obviously."
"It is a beautiful ring," Stephanie mused, still holding
my hand and inspecting the object upon my finger. "It goes
well with your wedding ring. Pamela's ring was a family
heirloom, you know, and she was supposed to give it to her
future husband. She told us on the flight to California at
the end of the summer that her parents were going to be mad
at her for giving it to you. But on the other hand, Pamela
said no one deserved to have it more than you, Jeremy. She
loves you with all of her heart."
"There isn't a single hour that goes by when I don't think
and worry about Pamela," I told her, frowning once again. "I
always ask myself what is she doing at this exact moment in
time. Is she safe? Happy? Is she smiling? Mad? Frowning?
I just wish that Pamela would return to the island."
"I told her a few weeks ago over the telephone that this
was her rightful home. That may sound pushy on my part, but
it's really not, 'Steph. You know why? Pamela agreed with
me. This IS her true home. But she didn't want to return.
Pamela says she'd be the fourth wheel in our relationship."
Stephanie shrugged her shoulders and countered, "I will
tell her differently next time I talk to her. She always
says you would be so focused upon Devon. But from what I
have saw thus far, Kristanna is anything but the third
wheel of your three-way marriage. You seem to give equal
time to both Devon and Kristanna."
"I love Devon and Kristanna the same," I responded, which
obviously surprised Stephanie. "I never thought anyone could
approach Devon in my book, but Kristanna did. She is my
wife, you know. So is Devon. I go back a long way with
Kristanna. She and I have been friends for three years. I
would not have married Kristanna, sweetheart, if my love for
her was not true and unconditional."
"Wow... things have changed since I was here last time,"
the brunette murmured, her eyes wide. "I knew you cared a
great deal for Kristanna, but never thought she would reach
the same plateau as Devon with you. Does Devon know?"
I nodded my head and answered, "Yes, Devon knows. Six
months ago, Devon would have been incredibly jealous. But
she has changed, too. She even says that it is best that
the three of us don't play favorites in our relationship.
The best way for this to work is for us to be equals."
"So you would have wound up treating Pamela as an equal,
too?" Stephanie countered. "Wow. Double wow! I don't know
if I should tell her that. It may depress her too much."
"Tell her if you feel like it," were my words. "It may
finally convince her to come back to the island. I would
not go on and on about Pamela, and continually think about
her, if I did not love and care for her. Very simple."
"Where have you been all day?" Amy asked, her green eyes
focused upon Stephanie as she emerged from the clubhouse.
The naughty red-head looked spectacular in a black, two-piece
bikini swimsuit. Apparently, she had been swimming here at
the Olympic-sized pool earlier. "Where have you been?"
"I'm sorry, Amy," Stephanie countered, her voice suddenly
timid and weak. She lowered her gaze in a submissive manner
and added, "After breakfast, I played in a volleyball game
with Devon, Kristanna and Lindsay. Then we all went to the
beach, and I later met up with Jeremy..."
Amy folded her arms and spoke in a strict tone, "Don't go
thinking that because we're on vacation, you can run off and
do whatever you please. You're MY property, Stephanie. You
will do WHAT I tell you, WHEN I tell you, and HOW I tell you.
You report to me at ALL times. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, you do," the submissive answered, her eyes still
downcast. "I'm very sorry that I did not ask for your
permission to play volleyball and go to the beach with the
others. I won't make the same mistake again. I promise."
"Go to our room," Amy suddenly told Stephanie, flipping
her wrist in the process. "Go to our room, and STAY there.
Don't come out until it's time for dinner. Go. NOW!"
I eyed Stephanie with a quizzical expression as she
turned and silently trudged her way back into the mansion.
Once she disapeared from view, I focused my attention upon
Amy and offered her a peculiar look. "I WAS having a good
conversation with Stephanie," I told her, a bit upset.
"So?" Amy countered. "That girl is my submissive. She's
lucky I don't punish her for running all over today."
"Punish her?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide. "I know you and
Stephanie practice the bondage lifestyle, Amy... but there
is absolutely no need to PUNISH her. I've been talking with
Stephanie for the better part of an hour. That's longer than
I ever talked with her, during all the time COMBINED when she
was here earlier this year. She did nothing wrong today."
"Maybe I don't need to punish her," Amy mused, nodding
her head. "But she still needs to be reminded of her place
in life. Yes, I have an idea. She WILL be reminded, yes..."
* * *
Holding true to her promise, Amy came to the dinner table
that very night and immediately made a spectacle of herself.
Everyone on the island knew that Amy and Stephanie were into
the Mistress/submissive lifestyle, but all of us received a
first-hand look at just how deep things had gotten between
the pair of star-crossed lovers that particular evening.
Amy walked into the dining room with Stephanie in tow
behind her - leading her by the same "collar" and "leash"
set she had bestowed upon her months ago. Furthermore,
while Amy was dressed in an attractive, summer dress, the
submissive Stephanie had absolutely no clothing on at all.
The collar around her neck - which signified that she was
an OWNED submissive - was a leather choker with the word
"SLUT" engraved across its front. It buckled like a belt
around her neck, and had a metal clip on its side for where
the leash could be attached. A metal chain which Amy held
tightly, the leash was used to guide Stephanie around.
"Say hello to my pet," Amy snickered, obviously enjoying
the stunned reactions of the others, as she led Stephanie
toward the dinner table. I watched in pure awe as once
they got there, Amy pointed to the floor and Stephanie
immediately took a seat there. Amy settled down beside her,
but in a chair at the table.
"You're gonna sit on the floor to eat?" Devon asked,
looking at Stephanie with wide eyes.
"This is how Mistress Amy wants me," the soft-spoken
26-year-old replied. "She knows what is best for me."
Needless to say, I already had an erection just from
gawking at the mega-voluptuous Stephanie in her nude and
"collared" form. Stephanie was a princess with a billion
dollar body. But still, this seemed a bit disturbing.
"This is our lifestyle," the nasty red-head told all of
us, still enjoying our looks and stares of amazement. "You
better get used to it since we're together all winter here."
"It's just... so different," Devon said with a smile,
shaking her head. "I have nothing against submission, you
know. I'm just not used to seeing it before my very eyes.
At least, not this deep of a level of it."
"I won't always have Stephanie go around the mansion nude
and also eat her meals on the floor," Amy continued. "But
the humiliation does her some good. There are certain times
when Stephanie needs to be reminded of WHAT she is... and
WHO she belongs to. Today is one of those days." Amy patted
her submissive on the head and murmured, "Am I correct, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress..." Stephanie replied in a hushed tone.
For the majority of the meal, Stephanie was the featured
attraction. She was perched upon her knees on the floor,
with a warm plate in food in front of her. Amy, of course,
had joined the rest of us in actually sitting in chairs at
the table. Gabrielle and Sarah seemed a bit mortified.
It was very obvious just from watching something as simple
as dinner that Stephanie had completely given herself to Amy
as a true, bona-fide submissive. Stephanie was hers to
command, and their postures told me that. Amy was the proud
Domme; Stephanie was the timid submissive.
However, the apex of this little scene happened when Amy
suddenly reached out with her hand and placed it upon
Stephanie's head. Without saying a word, Amy immediately
spread her own thighs as she sat in the chair at the table,
and then guided Stephanie's head between them.
Amy was not wearing any panties underneath her dress, so
the willing submissive extended her tongue and immediately
dove right into the main course of her dinner meal - a lush,
hot pussy. Stephanie moaned as she orally worshipped her
beautiful Mistress, who was holding onto her lover's head
and grinding it rather tightly upon her pussy.
"What are we going to do tomorrow?" Amy asked, her shapely
body vibrating as she tried to pretend this little event was
not happening. "Is there anything planned?" Despite her
efforts to mask things, Amy soon let out an excited moan.
"I... uhh... we haven't decided yet," Devon replied, her
eyes wide once more.
"I can't believe this..." Kristanna murmured, shocked.
Stephanie turned her face from side-to-side as she sat
between Amy's thighs, her lips and tongue having already
shifted into overdrive. Give her a couple more seconds, I
said to myself, and Stephanie would make Amy explode.
As quickly as things had started, however, it was over.
Amy shoved Stephanie's head away, causing the submissive to
scoot back upon the floor and re-claim her place in front of
her dinner plate. Stephanie's face was flushed red, but she
did not show much (if any) emotion whatsoever.
"Ahhhhh... you two do this often, huh?" Lindsay wondered.
"Do what, often?" Amy asked in an innocent voice, trying
to fight back a smile (but failing miserably). I got the
impression that Amy had done this little demonstration -
placing Stephanie's head between her thighs and forcing her
into sudden oral sex - as a ploy to arouse me.
If that was the case, Amy had been very successful.
* * *
Hours after dinner concluded, I was so exhausted and tired
from these three days that I felt like going to bed early.
But once I reached the luxury suite that I shared with my
two wives, I realized that there were gentle sounds of lust
emanating from within as I stood just outside its entrance.
Forever the curious type, I pressed my ear to the door and
listened intently. Recognizing her unique, delicate moans,
I knew that Kristanna was definitely in there. There was
some type of erotic pleasure being delivered to her body.
But who was with her? Which of the other ladies was causing
her to moan out in such arousal? Amy? Sarah? Someone else?
Needing to know the answer, I gingerly turned the handle -
not wanting to be heard - and opened the door just a crack.
With a clear view of the center portion of the suite, my eyes
went wide in response at what I saw.
Kristanna - my darling, young bride - was completely nude
and all splayed out upon the bed, her legs parted and knees
in the air. She had a hand stuffed between those firm, lithe
thighs, with a trio of fingers massaging the swollen folds of
her tender pussy. There was no one else in the room...
Kristanna did not yet realize that I was standing at the
entrance to our private suite, with the door open just far
enough for to peak in and spy on her. I smiled inwardly as
my cock began to stir and rustle about within my trousers.
How long had Kristanna been masturbating? Seconds? Minutes?
Whatever the case, I could tell that Kristanna definitely
enjoyed the self-induced pleasure which she was currently
providing herself. Laying flat on her back, her pelvis was
twitching and squirming about as she busily fingered her
moist pussy. At the same time, Kristanna used her opposite
hand to cup and squeeze one of her luscious, taut breasts.
It was a private moment, but I felt compelled to watch...
"Oh yeah," the blonde groaned, as her body continued to
shudder and vibrate underneath her own caresses. By now,
there was a definite lump within my trousers, and it needed
to be tended to. I sighed as well, reaching down and
pressing my open palm upon the aching bulge. I rubbed it,
which helped release some of the tension within myself. A
hot, hungry mouth would do a much better job, though...
Kristanna reluctantly withdrew her long, slender fingers
from the silken joining of her thighs, but then smiled as
her pretty eyes focused upon the hand-held dildo which was
perched upon the night-stand next to the bed. She licked
her lips and grinned once more, then took hold of the dildo
and offered it an appreciative glare.
The 23-year-old vixen let loose with a long, drawn-out
moan as she used both hands to position the dildo between
her thighs. Then, she began to slide its thick tip up and
down the glistening, soaked folds of her little slit.
With the door to our suite opened just a crack, I groaned
inwardly while continuing to spy on the beautiful Norwegian.
Kristanna would lightly touch and finger herself on occasion
while in the mad throes of passion with Devon and/or yours
truly, but I had never witnessed her masturbate in such a
full-blown, all-out manner before. What made the scene even
better was that she was alone and doing this for her own
pleasure. Kristanna did not know that I was watching her.
Thus, in no way was she putting on a supposed "show".
The young woman let out an excited growl once she inserted
the humungous tip of the dildo between the soft, delicate
folds of her pussy. My eyes went wide in response and my
heart started thumping within my chest as she then buried
the dildo all the way to the hilt. Kristanna squealed as
next, she clenched her thighs together for a brief moment,
which I'm sure did nothing but increase her pleasure even
more. Then, an instant later, she used her right hand and
wrist to steadily thrust the massive in-and-out of her slit.
Now busily stroking my cock in the open air, I was about
to go out of my mind with a mixture of lust and excitement.
I was also seconds away from barging in on Kristanna. She
had me so aroused that I felt like sexually ravaging her.
Deciding that Kristanna would not mind if I interjected
myself into her special, private moment, I clutched the door
and was about to swing it open when a tender, feminine voice
startled me so much, that I stumbled and nearly toppled over.
"Hey! I see you started without me..."
Disoriented for a moment and now down on one knee, I
yanked my trousers upward and shot a look down the corridor.
Did someone catch me "in the act", so to speak? I did not
immediately recognize who that voice belonged to, but it
definitely wasn't Devon. Much to my relief, however, there
was no one eyeing me from the opposite end of the corridor.
I did not want to be caught red-handed (or full-handed)...
"I just couldn't help myself," I heard Kristanna say,
which caused my head to jerk back around and peak through
the open crack of the doorway. I nearly had a heart attack
as I then realized that the first voice belonged to the
sweet and charming Sarah, who approached Kristanna in our
private suite wearing nothing but a G-string and a smile.
Now realizing that Sarah may have been in the restroom
while Kristanna openly masturbated, I gulped my throat as
the athletic red-head lunged forward and jumped onto the
large, comfortable bed with my wife. Kristanna rolled over
and wrapped an arm around Sarah, then pressed her lips to
hers for a blissful, tongue-filled kiss.
I suddenly turned my head the other way and sneaked behind
the security of the wall in the corridor. As much as I
wanted to stay here and eavesdrop on these two ladies as
they embarked on an obvious sexual encounter, I could not
take the chance. I wanted to, but I just couldn't.
What would happen if Sarah caught me spying on her tryst
with Kristanna? Kristanna would not care, of course, but
Sarah may be highly offended and decide that she did not want
to have anything to do with me from now on. I could not run
the risk of offending and upsetting her like that.
After all, Sarah had only been here on the island for a
little more than 48 hours. Her opinion of me could change
rather drastically if I were to slip up and make a crucial
mistake. Thus, I decided it was best that I not take the
chance of being caught. Reluctantly.
I buttoned my trousers and buckled my belt, then literally
went into stealth mode as I gingerly tip-toed away from the
door, and down the corridor. A series of moans, courtesy of
Kristanna and Sarah, reminded me of what I was now missing.
I winced and shook my head at the depressing prospects...
* * *
Well aware of the fact that Devon was spending the night
with Lindsay (their third consecutive evening together, by
the way), I contemplated whether or not I should pop into
the 20-year-old's guest suite. Devon and Lindsay would
obviously welcome me into their bed with open arms.
But in the end, I decided to let the two ladies have their
erotic fun by themselves. I did not want to monopolize too
much of Devon's time. The same held true for Kristanna. I
wanted both of my wives to broaden their horizons over the
next ten weeks by spending plenty of time with our guests.
The three of us had the rest of our lives to be together.
While it was obvious that Devon and Lindsay were an item,
it appeared as if Kristanna was building a relationship with
Sarah as well. The two ladies had a definite starting point
for something special since they were black belts in karate.
It was a common interest that not many women shared together.
Kristanna and Sarah definitely seemed like a good couple.
Having decided not to intrude on Devon and Lindsay, as
well as Kristanna and Sarah, I contemplated my options for
the evening. Did I want to try my luck by checking in on
the duo of Amy and Stephanie? That little episode at the
dinner table did excite me earlier, but it also repulsed me
in a certain, unexplainable way.
I did not approve of any woman having to endure what
Stephanie was forced to do. What was the point of being led
around by a "leash" and having to eat your dinner on the
floor? It made absolutely no sense whatsoever to me.
On the other hand, Stephanie did seem to be quite content
and happy, which lessened the negative feelings within me.
But still... that was just plain WEIRD earlier.
Thus, I decided to leave Amy and Stephanie alone for the
evening too. The only other person on the island was the
Latin goddess, Gabrielle, but I figured that she was right
in the middle of one of the three couples right now. Maybe
Gabrielle was with Kristanna and Sarah? Hmmmmm... perhaps
Gabrielle was also in my private suite now. After all, she
and Sarah were room-mates.
I knew that Devon would definitely not approve once she
caught wind of this, but I actually decided to lay down on
the sofa in the front room and go to sleep there. The sofa
felt so nice and comfortable. I knew that it would offer me
a good, long night of sleep, even if I spent it by myself.
Besides... my body could already use the rest.
* * *
Even though it was a mere 24 hours after Louisa left us
and went back home to Texas, arrangements had already been
made for her replacement (and grand-daughter), Britney, to
arrive on the island today. The 21-year-old was eager (for
good reason) to begin her $1,000/day housekeeping job. As
a matter of fact, once I woke up in the morning, I made the
final preparations before it was time to pick Britney up.
It had been 18 months since Britney spent those four hot,
passion-filled nights with Kristanna in her arms. That was
much too long for Kristanna, who desperately wanted to spend
the evening with Britney tonight. She was looking forward
to reminiscing and catching up with her long-lost lover. I
wondered if Britney would be surprised that Kristanna no
longer spoke with that quirky Norwegian accent...
After Britney's flight from Houston (to Lima) touched
down at the airport, she was picked up by Will - a friend of
mine who owned a helicopter. Will gave me a telephone call
once he and Britney made it to the chopper, telling me they
were en route. It was then that I got into my Jeep and
zoomed over to the opposite side of the island.
My memories of Britney were of a vibrant, happy and very
energetic young woman. She was the prototypical, drop-dead
gorgeous blonde - with a charming face and a firm, shapely
figure. Britney was not quite as voluptuous as some of the
other ladies on the island (most specifically Amy, Stephanie,
Devon and Gabrielle), but was wondrously exotic and beautiful
nonetheless. Let me just say that her body was the stuff
dreams were made of. Britney was a friendly face; a true ray
of sunshine to brighten even the darkest of days.
As I sat in the Jeep - awaiting her arrival - I wondered
just how good of a cook and housekeeper Britney would turn
out to be. I did not doubt Louisa's words when she talked
Britney - her grand-daughter - and her merits up to me. I
trusted Louisa, and knew Britney was more than capable of
doing an excellent job. There was no doubt about that.
What I was concerned about, however, was whether or not
Britney would be focused enough to actually put forth a good
effort, and thus, do a quality job. I had my doubts...
Bringing a woman as beautiful as Britney onto the island
with this group of ravenous, insatiable hellcats who were
already here... it would be like adding fuel to a fire. I
just knew things would explode, and Britney would probably
find herself taking frequent "breaks" for her daily rounds
to satisfy her carnal needs with the various women here.
"The food looks good, but I rather have you for dinner."
I could just picture Amy saying those words to Britney,
seconds before pouncing on her and attacking her sexually.
The two would roll round-and-round upon the floor, and it
was a good bet that others would soon join them. Devon?
Kristanna? Lindsay? Stephanie? Gabrielle and Sarah? All
eight, locked together in a massive, luscious daisy-chain...
Of course, I already knew before agreeing to hire her
that Britney would not be as attentive in her job as Louisa
was. It would be impossible for her to be, simply because
of all the many temptations which were to be found here.
The good thing about Louisa was no matter what, the other
ladies never interfered with her ability to do her job.
Louisa was too old (76) for these women to even cast her a
glance. Her grand-daughter would be a different story.
My only hope was that Britney would perform her job good
enough so that I wouldn't ever have to speak to her about
it. Despite the fact I would be paying her $1,000 a day, I
would not expect too much of Britney. As long as she fixed
us breakfast and dinner, took care of the laundry and the
general up-keep of the mansion, I would be a happy man. I
would overlook any erotic transgressions she had during her
normal, routine workday. To a certain extent, at least.
I'm too nice of a guy. That thought occurred to me as I
was seated in my Jeep, waiting for the helicopter to arrive.
I was going to pay someone - an employee - $1,000 per day to
do a job. That much money... and it did not matter to me if
the employee were to occasionally slack off. Just as long
as Britney gave us hot meals, clean clothes and a dust-free
mansion, I did not care what she did with the other parts of
her day. That much money... I'm just too nice sometimes.
Ahh, yes. The helicopter was coming into view now.
I remembered back some 18 months ago, when Britney was
here on the island, visiting Louisa. She wound up seeing
much more of Kristanna, of course. I would sit back and
watch them please each other sexually, their tongues and
fingers working overtime to do so. Soon, I would join in
and make it a three-some. Britney always seemed to enjoy
it when I would pound her mouth - fill it with my cock,
and thrust away rather forcefully. It turned her on...
As the helicopter touched down, I smiled to myself as I
saw the mass of blonde hair beside Will - the pilot - in the
cockpit. Seconds later, Britney hopped down to the ground.
She had three large suitcases with her, and offered Will a
smile and wave just before he took off in the helicopter.
"Hi Jeremy!" Britney yelled, smiling broadly as she waved
her hand at me, jumping up-and-down in the process.
Indeed... the fresh-faced good looks and the jaw-dropping,
wondrous figure she so proudly sported were there. The
killer smile and the energetic, outgoing attitude, too. The
little mini-dress this 21-year-old vision of loveliness had
on, combined with the fact that she was bi-sexual - indeed,
Britney was going to fit in nicely here on the island...
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