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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 24 of ??
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I loved Amy with all of my heart.
As we lay in bed on this lazy Sunday morning, I smiled at
Amy as her voluptuous, beautiful body was all nice and snug
against mine. The 28-year-old vixen was still fast asleep.
The peaceful, serene expression upon her lovely face as she
danced so merrily in the land of dreams was enough to make
me smile. Amy was so gorgeous that she almost seemed unreal.
She was my submissive angel in life...
Of course, the French Maid's outfit Amy still had on
offered me a vivid reminder of what had transpired between
us over the past 12 hours.
After she was brutally gang-banged by the other seven
ladies in the dining room - capped only when I finally
decided to join in the fun and loot her pussy, Amy got a
short rest period before the action heated up once again.
Devon literally dragged her off to a guest suite, where
she saw to it that Amy was given a proper cleaning and full
scrub-down. In the process, of course, Amy also received
some strap-on love courtesy of Devon. Britney soon joined
the mix as well, and helped Devon double-penetrate Amy with
a pair of strap-on dildos in the shower stall itself. Devon
also introduced Amy to her new water-proof vibrator, while
Britney saw to it that she be given a harsh spanking.
But Amy's ordeal still wasn't finished.
As had been requested of her, Devon then brought a clean,
refreshed Amy to our personal suite, and left her with me.
I had a brand-new French Maid's outfit waiting for Amy, and
told her to put it on. Amy's celebration - or coronation -
would only be complete once I had my way with her in a total
one-on-one setting. It was going to be the culmination.
When Amy emerged from the restroom five minutes later, I
received an instant erection. Not only did she have the
exquisite French Maid uniform on - complete with her red
hair tied into a long, stylish braid - but the inviting
smile upon her face told me that she was ready for all I
could throw at her. I had plenty to offer her, too...
Aside from my wedding night with Devon in the Bahamas
when Kristanna and Trish were also included, what ensued
between Amy and yours truly was the single most intensive
round of sex I had even a part of.
Yesterday with Amy was something which I will never
forget. I lost count of how many orgasms I had after about
the sixth or seventh one. We simply went at each other all
night, and into the early morning hours. Neither of us once
left the suite. Amy and I had not even had any food since
breakfast yesterday, which was about 21 hours ago.
But now, as Amy lay next to me upon the bed, I gently
touched her face with my right hand and caressed her there.
The enchantress stirred for a moment, but did not awaken.
After what she and I had been through last night, Amy was a
total and complete mess.
I had unloaded my sperm upon her face so many times that
a thick layer of it was now dry there. The same could be
said for her long-flowing red hair (still styled in that
braid (I loved yanking it!)), which was stuck together in
messy, dry clumps of sperm. She looked like a total slut...
Smiling at the realization, I then appraised the sight of
Amy in her French Maid's costume. Never once did she take
it off last night - simply because I wouldn't let her. As a
result, there were messy stains all over it, too.
Reaching down between her thighs, I smiled again because
a great deal of moisture was still there. It was a mixture
of my sperm and her own orgasmic juices. It was also a nice
reminder of our memorable evening together. Her uniform, of
course, did not include any panties.
With my right hand still between her thighs, I extended a
finger and began massaging her little nub of a clitoris. It
took awhile, but Amy stirred and let out a soft moan, then
opened her tired, bleary eyes and looked squarely at me.
"Jeremy?" she sighed, her thighs tightening just a bit
upon my hand. Smiling, I offered Amy a kiss on the forehead
as she sighed once more. "Jeremy... oh God."
"B.J... good morning!" I greeted, using her nickname,
withdrawing my hand from between her firm thighs.
"Oh God..." she moaned again. "What... what happened
yesterday? It's... oh God... it was incredible." A tingle
went throughout my body as Amy then embraced me - as if I
was her one, true safe haven in life. Maybe I was? "I love
you, Jeremy," she said, her embrace tightening. "Oh God I
love you, Jeremy. I'd do anything for you. Anything!"
Oh my...
As if that wasn't enough to get my attention! I pushed
Amy out of my embrace and smiled at her. Even though I was
incredibly sore, I suddenly felt the need to ravage her
again. But there was something more important on my mind.
"I bet you're hungry, sweetheart."
Amy's eyes went wide for a moment, then she clutched
her stomach and said, "Oh wow, yeah. I'm starving!"
"We haven't had anything in almost 24 hours," I reminded
her. "But you really need a shower before anything. How
about I go and get you something to eat? Maybe a chicken
sandwich? Meanwhile, you go in there," I said, pointing to
the suite's restroom, "and take a shower. Get cleaned up."
"I guess I need it," Amy squealed, looking down at her
trim-laced tube top. "I'm covered with cum."
"You should see your face and hair."
"Oh, I can imagine!" she laughed. "But why don't you
take a shower with me?"
I grinned and replied, "I'd love to, sweetheart. But I
want to get some food in you first. Let me grab a sandwich
for you from the kitchen. Then I'll join you."
"You smell all nice and clean," Amy remarked. "Did you
already take a shower this morning?"
I nodded my head and told her, "Yes. I've been awake for
the past hour or so." I sat up and then get out of bed,
stretching my back in the process. "You want me to start
the water for you, Amy? Maybe you need a bath."
"That sounds ni... OWWWWW!" Amy suddenly whined, as she
made a motion to sit up.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"I'm so sore!" she cried, slowly sitting up in bed while
holding her back. "I don't even know if I can walk after
what happened to me last night!"
I held back a laugh at her squealy tone before saying,
"Here. Let me carry you. You'll feel a lot better after
you take a nice, long bath." I leaned down and made a
move to sweep her up into my arms, but stopped at the last
second and simply looked at her. Indeed, she was my angel.
I then wrapped my arms around her luscious body and held
her tightly against me. With the side of Amy's face upon my
chest, I cradled her head with my right hand and promised,
"I'm going to take care of you from now on, B.J. You won't
have to worry about anything for the rest of your life. I
am gonna love you and treat you like you truly deserve."
When I heard a shriek and quick sniff of the nose, I
pulled Amy's face away from my chest and looked deep into
those mesmerizing green eyes. She had fleeting tears in
them. "No one has ever said the things to me that you do,"
she quaked, shaking her head. "No one ever been so good to
me, in so many different ways..."
I smiled and planted a gentle kiss upon her left eye,
then her right. "Shhhhh," I hushed her, now kissing her on
the lips. "It's okay, dear."
"With all the bad luck I have had in my life, I thought
I was destined to be lonely forever," she added, whining.
"But you changed all that, Jeremy. You changed it..."
"You helped change my life too," I reminded her. "It's
only fitting that I return the favor." I embraced her once
again and said, "I want you to be my wife one day, Amy. I
want you to marry into Devon, Kristanna and me. I love you
so much. The four of us can spend the rest of our lives
together. We could be so happy..."
"I think I need my bath now," she said, fighting her
emotions. Obviously, my strong words had gotten to her.
Just as I leaned down to lift the young woman into my
arms, a knock came to the front door of my personal suite.
I hesitated, before straightening up and turning toward the
door. Who could it be at 7:12am? Another series of knocks
ensued. Then, the door slowly opened.
Only two ladies on the island had the leeway to enter my
personal suite when I was here, without me having to open
the door and invite them inside. One of them was Kristanna,
of course, while the other was...
"Hey you two!" Devon greeted, stepping into our suite and
closing the door behind her. Her eyes immediately focused
on Amy, who (to put it bluntly) looked like a rancid whore.
"Oh my God..." Devon murmured. "What happened?" She grinned
and answered her own question, "Looks like you two had quite
an rather eventful night, huh?"
"Yeah..." Amy cried, as she attempted to stand up. I
immediately placed my hands on her shoulders and nudged her
back down, however. She was in no shape to move. I wanted
to carry in my arms to the restroom.
"What's wrong with you?" Devon wondered, looking at the
naughty red-head. "Are you okay?"
"I'm just really sore from last night," Amy answered,
arching her neck and twirling her head about. "I think if
I'm able to walk, I might be bow-legged for a day or two!"
Devon giggled at those words and said, "We really did
give you the goods last night. Real nice... and hard."
"I like it HARD," Amy sneered, a hint of sassiness in
her voice. "That's the only way I like it!"
"Let's get you to that bathtub, honey," I said to Amy,
reaching down with both arms to swipe her up. The determined
28-year-old shushed me away, however, wanting to try herself.
After a short moment, Amy was finally able to stand up on her
own. However, she did appear mighty awkward.
"I think I do need some help," she said, to which Devon
and I immediately made a move toward her. Devon reached her
first, however, and draped one of Amy's arms over her
shoulder. "Thank you, Devon. That helps a lot."
Amy turned toward me and remarked, "Why don't you go and
get me that chicken sandwich you promised, Jeremy? I'm
sure Devon can draw a bath for me, and help me into it."
"It would be my pleasure," the blonde nodded.
"Would you like any left-overs too, dear?" I asked her.
"No, thank you," Devon replied. "I shall just wait 'til
breakfast." She looked at Amy and commented, "You must
really be hungry. We need to get some food into you!"
"Jeremy and I haven't eaten anything in 24 hours!"
Devon sneered and said, "You were too busy pounding each
other. Oh God... you smell like a whorehouse!"
"I feel like one, too!" Amy giggled.
With Amy's right arm draped over her shoulder, Devon
began guiding her toward the restroom. Before reaching it,
however, Devon turned her head to look back at me. "When
are you gonna make me into your slave-girl too, Jeremy?"
"That can be arranged," I grinned, licking my lips.
* * *
The loud, electronic buzzer from the microwave went off,
interrupting my thoughts as I stood idly by in the kitchen
moments later. I pulled the plate of chicken strips out,
and snatched two pieces of bread from the nearby cabinet.
I loaded up a sandwich for Amy, then started walking back
toward my personal suite while snacking on the extra pieces
of chicken strips with my fingers.
My heart started to thump once I returned to the restroom
within my personal suite. Devon and Amy were perched in
the bathtub, with soapy bubbles all around them. Amy had
her back turned to Devon, who was massaging and lathering a
heavy dose of shampoo onto her long-flowing, radiant hair.
"Mine, mine!" Amy squealed, reaching for the chicken
sandwich and snatching it from the plate. An instant later,
she began snarfing it down as Devon continued to lather her
hair from behind. Take a picture Jeremy, I said to myself.
This truly was a beautiful sight!
"It's good to see that the two of you have put your
differences behind you," I said to them, though most of my
focus was on Devon. "I want all of us to be happy."
Devon hugged Amy from behind as she quickly finished the
sandwich off. "People who love each other fight sometimes,
Jeremy. It's only natural." Devon kissed Amy's shoulder
and added, "I took what she said about me and the others the
wrong way. Amy was not being mean or negative at all."
With her eyes transfixed on the two remaining pieces of
chicken upon the plate, I smiled and said, "Want more, Amy?"
When she nodded in the affirmative, I fed her the two chicken
strips by hand. "There you go, B.J."
Devon snickered at my nickname for Amy. "I think she is
still hungry, Jeremy. Was that the last of the chicken? Or
is there still some more left in the refrigerator?"
"Yes, there is a little more left," I answered, as Amy
now lovingly nibbled on my right index finger. "I'll go get
the rest, and bring it here."
"Thank you," Amy grinned. "I really appreciate it."
"Do you remember what we talked about last night?"
"We talked about a lot of things last night," Amy told me.
I smiled at her. "We talked about your wardrobe, and what
you are going to wear each day from now on."
As Amy nodded, Devon asked, "What do you mean?"
"Jeremy is going to pick out what I am to wear for the
day each and every morning from now on," Amy told Devon. "I
am his submissive and I have to dress the way he tells me."
I nodded my head. "When I come back with the rest of your
chicken, I'll have your clothes for today with me. I'm going
to stop off in your guest suite and pick something out."
"Hopefully it's something sexy!" Devon chirped.
"It will be," I promised her.
* * *
Did I ever say how much I enjoyed women in mini-skirts?
I rummaged through all of Amy's clothing and selected a
short, little mini-skirt, which had a base color of white,
along with frilly red flowers designed all over it. The
tiny mini-skirt was quite a snug fit, so needless to say, it
displayed the full shape and texture of her luscious hips in
a most enticing manner. Her sleek, graceful legs, which were
encased beautifully in dark stockings, were also accentuated
to the greatest extent by a pair of spiked high-heeled shoes.
Of all the women on the island, I had always liked Amy in
a mini-skirt the most. Why? Amy loved wearing them because
she was such an open flirt and tease. It also helped that
she possessed a plump, round ass. Covered by a tight, little
mini-skirt, that sweet ass would jiggle and twitch with each
and every step, as her hips swayed from side to side. Add
in a sexy, little strut, and Amy was in her flirting element.
But for those of you (the readers) who are more interested
in what is above the waist on a woman instead of below, Amy
was never one to disappoint. In addition to the sexy white
mini-skirt with the red flower designs, I had selected a red
silk blouse which was also a very tight fit. The shape of
her full, firm breasts were clearly featured and outlined by
the blouse. Each big, luscious globe bounced and jiggled
beneath the silky material with every single move Amy made.
Amy was a walking "T & A Show" whose physical beauty and
features were everything that a submissive woman's should be.
It was a very rare occurrence when Amy failed to leave a long
and lasting impression no matter where was. She could, quite
easily, be aptly described as the embodiment of many-a-man's
ultimate fantasy girl. With the body of a lingerie model and
the legs of a dancer, Amy stood 5-foot-6 and weighed 120
pounds. She had a remarkable 36d-25-36 figure and the type
of cover-girl face which any man would love to "unload" on!
With such marvelous physical attributes, it should be
easy to understand why I have went on and on about Amy in
recent chapters. From day one, she had been breathtakingly
gorgeous and attractive in my eyes. But I began to notice
her, and admire her, even more once she made her desire of
being my submissive known about two weeks ago. My feelings
for Amy, though, only exploded just in the past 24 hours.
As her Master, I wanted to become lost in everything she was.
With a constant downpour of rain pelting the island and no
relief in sight, I chose the sexy, yet sophisticated outfit
for Amy, knowing we would be confined to the mansion for the
entire day. Amy spent the majority of the afternoon with
Devon and yours truly, as we watched a film about aquamarine
life in the estate's huge, fully-fledged IMAX movie theater.
Amy remained totally and unquestionably submissive while
she was in my presence, which was exactly what I wanted.
When she was around the others, though, Amy was a flirt
and obviously loved showing off in that little mini-skirt.
That ass of hers looked especially ripe in the mini-skirt.
In my opinion, Kristanna had the most intellectual and
sharpest mind of anyone on the island. Kristanna also had
proven to be a prophet. When Amy was still a mystery to me
two weeks ago, Kristanna had these words to say about her:
"Amy is a little girl trying to play big girl games ...
Amy is so caught up in the appearance of controlling
Stephanie when all she really wants in life to curl up in
someone's arms, and be protected or even dominated
herself. Amy is not some sort of Dominatrix. She is a
submissive, if anything."
Seconds later, Kristanna helped point out that there was
only one person in the world who could make Amy happy, and
who she was totally in love with...
Me. (!)
* * *
"Wow... I can't believe it," Kristanna murmured, a slight
grin upon her face, as she approached me. Resting upon the
sofa in the recreation room, I looked up from my magazine
and smiled at her. "You're actually alone, Jeremy." My
beloved wife took a seat next to me upon the comfortable
sofa and added, "Where is Amy at?"
"She is giving Devon a full-body massage right now."
"Oooooh," Kristanna purred, her eyes flashing. "Really?
I might have to hit her up for one of them, too. Did you
TELL Amy to do that for Devon?"
"Yes, I did," I nodded. "Devon was feeling a little sore
and tired. Amy said she could give her a good massage. So
it was a match made in Heaven."
"How many times have you and Amy had sex today?"
"We had plenty of sex last night and early this morning,
before falling asleep," I mused. "But Amy did give me a
pair of blowjobs while we were watching the movie in the
theater. That's it. Amy... blowjob... B.J. She said it has
always been a fantasy of hers to do that in a movie theater."
"But only you and Devon were there," the blonde said. "I
am sure her fantasies included lots of people watching her."
Kristanna paused and added, "It's a wonder that Amy never
fulfilled that fantasy for real. She is not modest at all.
Probably got gang-banged in her fantasy, too."
I placed the magazine down, offering Kristanna my full,
undivided attention. "Something on your mind, peaches?"
"A couple of things," she answered. "One, I just want to
say how wonderful of a man you are. I know you, Jeremy. I
know the only reason you have suddenly become Amy's so-called
Master is because you want to make her happy. Nothing makes
her happier than the way you - of all people - have been
treating her. Amy is so much in love with you."
"I am not the dominant type," I chuckled, shaking my head.
"But you know what? It's not as hard to be this way as I
thought it would be. I just have to be strong with her. It
is also easy because Amy WANTS this from me. There is no
hesitation whatsoever on her part."
"I hope it does make you stronger," Kristanna offered.
"And I hope that you never allow Devon to take advantage of
your good nature again, either. Maybe as you develop your
dominant side with Amy, you will stand up to Devon - or even
me - if we try to manipulate you into something."
"Like when Devon told me to send Lindsay home?"
"Exactly."
"I'll be fair with you and her; I'll be willing to talk
and make allowances... sacrifices. But I am not going to
let anyone push me around like that again. I still can't
believe Devon did that to me. She must have told me to send
Lindsay home four or five times before I finally got angry."
"She's made her apologies," Kristanna countered. "She
has apologized several times, in fact. But you need to be
stronger, Jeremy. You've always been a push-over that way.
That is the reason why Devon kept persisting. She is not
used to you telling her `no'. Neither am I."
"No one will talk to me like that again," I promised.
"I also wanted to talk to you, Jeremy, about the way you
seem to flip-flop between all of the girls here. One minute,
you are saying that you love Lindsay and want her to stay
with us. You want everyone to stay. Then the next minute,
you are looking at pictures of Pamela on the Internet and
talking about how she is `your girl'. A minute later, it
seems, you are suddenly Amy's Master. I hate to say this,
Jeremy, but I hope Amy is not the `flavor of the month' for
you - so to speak. She really loves you... you know."
"And I love her," I countered. "Sometimes I don't think
beforehand when I say or do something. Do I want all of the
girls to stay with us? Yes, I do. Amy, Lindsay, Stephanie,
Sarah, Britney, Trish... all of them. I love having all of
them here." I paused and continued, "Do I love Lindsay? Do
I REALLY love Lindsay? No, I don't. Although she is really
sweet and friendly, Lindsay does have a shallow side."
"There are little things I don't like about Lindsay, too.
During the gang-bang last night, she totally blew Trish off.
All Trish wanted to do was be with her. But Lindsay shoved
her away and then went after Devon. She hurt her feelings."
"Really?" Kristanna asked, her eyes wide. "It wouldn't
shock me if Lindsay winds up breaking Trish's heart AGAIN."
"Oh God... let's hope not," I frowned. "I don't know if
Trish could handle that a second time."
"So you don't love Lindsay?"
"No," I replied. "There are three people that I really,
TRULY love in this world - you, Devon and Amy."
The Norwegian tilted her head and remarked, "Pamela too."
"No, I don't think so," I said. "How can I love someone
who does not want to be a part of my life? How can I love
someone who does not approve of you or Devon being married
to me? I care about Pamela. I want her to be happy in life.
I COULD love her. I once did. But the situation would have
to be different now. She would have to be in my life on a
daily basis. But even more than that, Pamela would have to
accept the fact that you, Devon and Amy are also in my life."
"That will never happen, Kristanna. So maybe it is time
that I put Pamela in the past, and move on. I realized this
after I saw that web page of hers on the Internet. Being a
stripper is one thing, but doing private parties is another.
Pamela must have lost all of her dignity to go that route.
She is ruining her life."
"I'm sure there is a reason why Pamela strips at private
parties," Kristanna said. "There's a reason for everything."
"She doesn't need the money," I offered. "Pamela lives
like a hermit. That is what her sister told me. The only
time Pamela ever goes out is to college, and to work. I
never told you or Devon this, but I just talked to Pamela's
sister last week. Candice said that Pamela works six days a
week now. It was three. She has also been miserable since
returning home from the island. Yet Candice said that there
is no chance that Pamela will come back, because of you and
Devon. All she talks about is how she wants me for herself."
"I always try to look at things objectively, and not let
my feelings get in the way," Kristanna said. "We have a
unique marriage, Jeremy. A unique relationship. I never
had a problem with you having those feelings for Pamela even
though she was against me and Devon being your wives. I
know why you loved and cared for her. I guess... I guess I
never felt threatened. I always knew that no matter what,
you loved me and Devon more than you loved Pamela. I knew
that you would always come back to us in the end."
"As for Amy," I mused, "I can assure you that she is not
the `flavor of the month' for me. I love Amy and she loves
me. Amy was the first girl who approached me last year,
and wanted to get to know me. She was the first to seduce
me. Amy has always been very special to me. I have been
trying to get her to stay with us for MONTHS."
"And you finally succeeded," Kristanna nodded. "But with
that success came a costly price."
"What do you mean?"
"Stephanie," she responded. "Remember, I spent the night
with her, Jeremy. Stephanie is incredibly hurt. The idea
probably went right over your head, I know, but Stephanie
says that you stole her girlfriend. You stole Amy from her.
She and Amy DO live together, you know."
I took a heavy breath and sighed. Indeed, Stephanie's
feelings had been totally overlooked by me in the euphoria
of becoming Amy's Master. Although Amy never felt one bit
comfortable in Stephanie's Dominatrix, the brunette's
feelings still had to be taken into account.
"That is the last thing I wanted to talk to you about
today," Kristanna frowned. "Stephanie. She's really hurt."
I shook my head and asked, "Is Stephanie mad at me?"
"Stephanie doesn't get mad at anyone," Kristanna said.
"Stephanie is a submissive in every sense of the word. You
know that, Jeremy. She is so docile and sweet. But... she
does have feelings. And they are hurt now."
"Stephanie is more than welcome to stay with us on the
island," I countered. "She knows that."
"Stephanie could be submissive to you, yes," Kristanna
told me. "But she wants to be submissive to Amy. 'Steph
said there is no reason for her to stay on the island if
you do not allow Amy to dominate her anymore."
I trembled for a moment, then shook my head vigorously to
release the tension. "I don't like the idea of hurting her
feelings. But Amy is not happy dominating Stephanie. I
don't want Amy to be dominant with anyone ever again because
she doesn't want it herself. I do care about Stephanie and
want her to be happy. But my priority here is Amy."
"It's probably best that way," Kristanna offered. "Though
Stephanie is hurt, it's probably best that way. You wouldn't
be a good Master for 'Steph anyway, Jeremy."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you could never hurt her, or inflict the level
of pain that she craves. Amy does that for her. Well, Amy
DID that for her. You never could, Jeremy. Stephanie needs
someone to tie her up everyday and BEAT her."
I winced and squinted my eyes at those words. "No... I
could NEVER do that." I shook my head and added, "Stephanie
is happy with Amy, but Amy is not happy with her. I correct
myself - Amy is not happy as her Dominatrix. She has no
problems with Stephanie as a person."
"Stephanie is still under the impression that you stole
her girlfriend," Kristanna said. "May I make a suggestion,
Jeremy? Go and talk to Stephanie about this. I don't know
what you can say, but go and talk to her. She's really hurt.
You always have the way of making anyone feel better just by
talking to them. Go and talk to her."
"I can do that..."
* * *
"What in the world are you doing?" I asked after stepping
into Stephanie's guest suite, noticing that she had a trio of
half-packed suitcases spread out upon the floor. "And what
are you doing here?" I asked Amy, who was seated alongside
Stephanie on the floor. "I thought I told you to stay with
Devon and give her a massage."
"I already gave Devon her massage," Amy countered, her
tone hushed (and very submissive in nature). "I know you
told me to stay with her, but then Devon told me to come
here and talk with Stephanie. You... you did say that I had
to do what Devon and Kristanna told me, too."
"Very well," I nodded, before glancing at the suitcases
once more. I re-focused upon Stephanie and asked her, "What
are you doing? What is going on?"
"Mistress Amy can no longer dominate me," the 26-year-old
offered, shaking her head. "You won't allow her. I have no
reason to stay on the island. I want to go home, Jeremy."
As a stunned expression came to my face, Amy frowned and
said, "That's insane, Stephanie! Totally insane! Think of
what it must be like in Connecticut right now... very cold
and chilly, and probably a few inches of snow on the ground.
Do you really want to return to that?"
"I need someone to dominate me and take control," the
stacked brunette replied. "I don't care if it is on this
island, in Hawaii, Antarctica or Connecticut. I need
someone to dominate me. And I need it NOW."
"Jeremy can dominate you," Amy suggested.
Stephanie laughed at those words, then turned her gaze
upon me. "No disrespect to you, Jeremy... but you're not
the type of dominant person that I am looking for. You're
all kind and loving, very compassionate. I need more."
I frowned and said, "You need someone to hurt you."
"I thrive on the pain," Stephanie retorted. "I get off
on it. Ever since Mistress Amy introduced me to bondage
last year, it has been like a drug to me. I'm addicted to
it. The pain is feels like ECSTASY to me. I NEED it."
Somewhat repulsed, I took a step back.
Stephanie turned toward Amy and offered, "I need to get
back to Connecticut. Do you remember that dominant couple
we used to visit? Master Ted and Mistress Veronica? They
liked me, remember, and said they would love to collar me.
I think I will ask to be their slave."
"Stephanie... don't leave," Amy begged her. "At least
stay here for the rest of your vacation. You may never get
a chance to visit a place as beautiful as this island again."
"You don't seem to understand," Stephanie told her. "I
have not been whipped in 48 hours and my body is already
starting to react. The pain is a DRUG for me. I NEED it.
If someone doesn't hurt me soon, I'm gonna go INSANE."
"What happened to you?" I asked her, even more repulsed
now. "What happened, Stephanie? Last year when you came
here, you were always so vibrant and chippy. Outgoing and
friendly. You were a registered nurse going places in your
job. You threw all that away. You've thrown your entire
life away in exchange for being hurt and brutalized."
"This island happened to me," Stephanie responded. "For
all of my life, I have been reserved and sheltered. But when
I came to this island, I set myself free. There was no one
to hold me back. And when Mistress Amy started being rough
with me, and putting me into bondage, I discovered what I
really am. What I am, very simply, is a PAIN-slave."
Speechless, I simply stared at Stephanie. She was lost.
So totally lost... and probably never to find her way back.
Amy must have felt this way too, because she hung her head
low and sighed in bitter remorse.
"I want to go home," she reiterated, tossing a collection
of personal belongings into one of the big luggage bags. "I
want to go home today. Right now." Stephanie looked at me
and added, "That was a promise you made to us, Jeremy. If
we wanted to go home, at any time, for any reason, you would
send us on our way. I'm taking you up on that offer. I want
to go back to Connecticut as fast as you can get me there."
"You don't seem all that hurt by Amy no longer being able
to give you what you need," I observed.
"I was at first," Stephanie countered. "I thought you
stole my girlfriend, Jeremy. But you know what? I don't
care anymore." Amy looked up as Stephanie added, "I never
cared about her anyway. All I ever wanted from you, AMY,
was for you to hurt me. I never cared about you as a person.
And I got sick and tired of listening to your incessant
whining about how you missed Jeremy and the island. You
were a poor excuse for a Dominatrix, but I stayed with you
anyway because you gave my body what it needed. I never
once loved you, or even respected you. You're a toy to me."
Amy glared at Stephanie for an intense moment, then a
flow of tears came to her eyes. She quickly covered her
face and rose to her feet, then turned and ran out of the
guest suite. Now, I was left all alone with Stephanie.
"Very well," I told her, extremely angry that she would
say those hurtful things to Amy. But on the other hand, I
did not let that anger be known. Amy herself never really
cared all that much about Stephanie in the first place. The
shoe could quite easily be on the other foot here.
Their relationship had been flawed from the beginning.
Stephanie used Amy as a tool for her own pain/pleasure. Amy
stayed with Stephanie for as long as she did simply because
her only alternative was to be alone in life. Was there
ever once a basis of true caring and love between them? If
so, it certainly did not seem that way.
"I will send you home," I told Stephanie, nodding my
head. "Hopefully, you'll be on a flight by night-fall.
I'll call the airport and get your reservations all set up.
And I'll call Will, my helicopter pilot friend, and ask that
he fly you from here to the airport."
"That's all I want," the young woman commented. "By this
time tomorrow, hopefully, someone will be punishing me."
* * *
"This was bound to happen," I said to Amy moments later,
as she leaned and slumped against the wall a couple of doors
down from the guest room she once shared with Stephanie. "I
kind of figured that Stephanie would not take well to you no
longer being able to treat her the way she wanted."
"There was no reason for Stephanie to say all those mean
and nasty things about me!" Amy huffed, attempting to keep
her emotions in check. "She didn't love me, didn't even
respect me... said I was a poor excuse for a Dominatrix.
It's one thing to think that way. It's another to say it."
"I know it's hard... but don't let it bother you. In a
few hours, Stephanie will be out of our lives. We're never
going to see her again. If Stephanie doesn't want to fit in
around here, then very simply, I don't want her here."
I encircled Amy with both arms and added, "You won't have
to worry about anyone hurting you like that again. You are
going to be with Devon, Kristanna and me from now on. We're
going to take care of you, Amy." I kissed her and concluded,
"Give you what you need... what you deserve."
With tears in her eyes, Amy withdrew her face from my
shoulder and murmured, "Thank you, Jeremy."
"You're very welcome, dear."
Wiping away her tears, Amy frowned, "It just hurts that
she would say those things about me."
"I know it hurts," I told her. "You were with Stephanie
for a long time. But you weren't happy with her. You ARE
happy with me. You have to move forward, Amy."
"I'm gonna try..." she sniffed.
"We just have to get one thing straight," I stressed to
her. "I'm not gonna treat you that way. I will never harm
a hair on your head. I never thought I could be a `Master'
in the first place, but I am one now. I can guarantee you,
though, that I will never, EVER hurt you. Even if you beg
for it, Amy, I won't do it. Neither will Devon or Krissy.
I just want you to respect us, and do what we say."
"I don't need pain in order to survive," Amy countered.
"I've had it before, and I can handle it. But I don't need
it. I just want a man to take control of me like you have,
Jeremy. You don't need to punish me, or hurt me. Just
take control, and make me yours. Make me into what you
want. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. I
love you even more now than I ever did before, because you
have finally taken over and seized control of me. That's
what I want. What you do with the control is your choice.
All I want to do is make you happy, Jeremy, and please you."
Just then, Devon - a true "T & A Show" in her own right -
came bouncing down the hallway. I reached out and grabbed
her by the shoulders before she had a chance to proceed past
us. "It's over, Devon," I told her, well aware of what her
intent in being here was. "Stephanie is leaving."
"But I don't want Stephanie to leave!" Devon fretted.
"She is one of my best friends on the island!" Obviously,
Devon had been eavesdropping on us the past several minutes
with the help of the voyeur room. She struggled to break
free of my grip, but I simply would not allow her to do so.
"Stephanie is gone," I told her. "There is no way she
will stay with us." As Devon's struggles relented, I let
go of her. "I'm sorry... but we can't give her what she
needs. She wants to go back to her life in Connecticut."
"There's no way we can get her to stay?" Devon whined.
"I'm afraid not," was my answer. "I'm sorry, princess.
I know she was your room-mate last year and that the two of
you remain good friends. But it's her life... her choice."
"Can I at least go in and talk to her?" Devon asked.
"You know... to say good-bye?"
"She won't be leaving until I can get airline reservations
for her, so there will be plenty of time to talk to her. But
if you want to go now... sure. That's fine. I just don't
want you to try and talk her out of it. Stephanie has made
up her mind. I don't want you to upset her."
"I just want to go and talk to her," Devon promised.
As I nodded in agreement and then Devon slipped by us, Amy
turned her focus toward me. "How in the world did Devon know
that Stephanie was leaving?" Uh oh, I said to myself. The
voyeur room strikes again. "Devon was nowhere close when we
were in there talking to Stephanie. How did she know?"
* * *
After escorting Stephanie to the heli-pad on the opposite
side of the island in my old, reliable 1987 Jeep Wrangler,
where Will (my pilot friend) picked her up, I made it back
to the mansion just in time for dinner that night. I was
certainly glad that I did, too, simply because Britney had
prepared one of my favorite meals.
In my book, two juicy pork sausage patties with a thick
slice of melted cheese between them on a sesame seed bun was
one of life's guilty pleasures. This food was not healthy
in any stretch of the imagination, but I enjoyed it anyway.
On this Sunday evening, Britney had fixed sandwiches for
everyone, along with brown beans, white rice and steak fries.
I originally opted for two sandwiches, but wound up snarfing
down three of them. The girls, of course, ate no more than
one apiece. Kristanna and Lindsay didn't even finish theirs.
They were too health- and figure-conscious.
As could be expected, the subject of Stephanie came up
over the dinner table. Most everyone was sad that she had
left us - never to return - but also wished her well in her
future endeavors. Amy, on the other hand, suggested that we
all say a prayer for Stephanie. "She's gonna need it."
Once everyone was finished with their delicious meal, I
told Britney that I would take care of the dishes, and she
could have the rest of the evening off. Those words never
seemed to fail to bring a smile to Britney's pretty face.
She even rewarded me with a heartwarming hug and a kiss on
the cheek. Maybe I should do the dishes more often?
While at the kitchen sink scrubbing each and every plate,
I was soon joined by the trio of Devon, Kristanna and Amy.
Yes!... hopefully one day, I can call these ladies my THREE
wives. I saw no reason why that wouldn't be possible.
To summarize the conversation, Devon and Kristanna both
agreed that with Stephanie gone, it was only logical that
Amy stay with us in our luxury suite from this point on. I
was delighted with the idea, needless to say, and agreed to
it immediately. Devon and Kristanna then said they would
spend the next hour or two helping Amy move all of her
belongings from her guest room into our private suite. One
of those (several) empty closets would now serve a purpose.
Before the trio of beautiful ladies left me to finish the
dishes here in the kitchen, I received a hug and a kiss from
each of them. I also told Amy that I loved seeing her in the
mini-skirt, and she should expect to wear one every single
day from now on. Amy, of course, had no problem with that.
It only took me about 10 or 15 minutes to wash and then
dry the dishes by hand. I decided that it would be a good
idea if I were to help the three girls in moving all of
Amy's personal items into our suite. The faster everything
was done, I told myself, the quicker we could go to bed...
After exiting the kitchen, however, I noticed that the
big sliding glass door that led to the pool area outside
was wide open. Even more curious, the swimming complex was
completely lit-up as well. Considering the amount of rain
we had received today, along with strong, gusting winds, the
pool was in no shape for swimming. It needed to be cleaned.
"Is anyone out here?" I hollered, somewhat confused.
There was no answer, and nary a soul in sight. Who would
leave the door open and turn the lights on, and then just
walk away? All of the girls knew better than that...
"Hi Jeremy," came a familiar voice from behind me. When
I turned around, my jaw literally hit the cement deck. I
nearly had a heart attack as well...
LINDSAY!
LINDSAY!... DRESSED IN A... A... _SCHOOLGIRL UNIFORM_!
"I want you to fuck me," Lindsay announced, flipping one
of her two bushy pig-tails with a hand, her voice soft and
sensuous. "I want you to fuck me - right here, RIGHT NOW!"
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