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\nOn The Beach

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\nOne day Mistress Olga came to\nme and said that we were going to spend all day on the beach.\nMistress Olga is a member of a lesbian community, and they have a\nprivate naturist beach. I have never been to that beach yet. But, as\nit was going to be a hot day, I was looking forward to it.

\n We drove out near to the\nnaturist club. It was still relatively early in the morning, and\nnobody was about, so we were able to take off all of her clothes. I\nlove seeing Mistress Olga naked. She works out a lot, and is very\nmuscular – just the way I like the women who dominate me.

\n Mistress grabbed a bag out\nof the boot of the car. We walked down to the beach. On the way we\npassed several signs which said Private\nBeach – Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted.\nThe community did not want any men coming to spy on them.

\n Stone steps led down to a\nbeach of perfect white sand. I could see that rocky cliffs, both to\nthe left and to the right, which meant that people could not wander\naccidentally onto the naturist beach.

\n We walked down the steps. I\nnoticed that, part way up the beach, there was a low rock set into\nthe sand. It was about a foot high, flat-topped, and a few feet long\nand wide. I saw the ends of what looked like four posts hammered into\nthe sand. The posts were surrounding the rock. Each one was about ten\nfeet away from the rock. I saw that there was a steel ring set into\nthe top of each post. I began to get some idea as to what might\nhappen to me today.

\n “Lie down on the rock.”\nMistress Olga said. I did as she instructed. The rock just supported\nthe back of my head. But my butt was left almost hanging over the\nside of the flat rock in the sand. The rock was cold on my back. The\nmorning sun was still too low to have warmed the rock and taken the\nchill away. I shivered.

\n “Spread your legs and\narms.” Mistress Olga said. She removed a clear plastic bag from the\nbeach bag which she had slung over her shoulder. I could see coils of\nrope in the bag. But there was also water in the bag.

\n Mistress Olga opened the\nplastic bag and poured out the water.

\n “I thought of using\nleather, but it might have cut into your wrists and ankles too much,\nand cut off your circulation. As you are going to be tied all day we\ncan’t risk permanent damage. This rope has been soaking in water\nall night. As it heats up and dries during the day it will shrink\nslightly. But it should not cut off the circulation of your hands or\nfeet.”

\n There were four pieces of\nrope. Mistress Olga tied one piece to each of my limbs, making sure\nthat the loop around wrists and ankles was not so tight that it would\ndamage me, but being tight enough so that it would not slip off. The\nrope would tighten a little more as it dried, so there still had to\nbe a little looseness to it.

\n Mistress Olga then tied the\nends of the rope to each of the rings set into the stakes hammered\ninto the sand. It was not painful, but I couldn’t close my legs or\ndraw in my arms. I thought that that was going to be the extent of my\nbondage. But Mistress Olga intended that the day was going to be a\nlot more painful than that. She went back to my left arm, and pulled\nthe rope a little more, before tying it off again. She did the same\nto my right arm. She kept pulling, first on one arm and then the\nother, until she had got the wet rope as tight as she could. I could\nnot move my arms.

\n She then tightened the rope\non each leg, spreading my legs further and further, until I was\nforced to do the splits. My thighs ached with the stretch. She only\ntied off each rope when she couldn’t tighten it any more. It felt\nalmost as though I was on some rack. And I knew that it would only\nget worse as the day progressed. I knew that my legs would be in\nagony by the end of the day, as bad as if I had been stretched on her\nwooden rack. And here I had thought that we had only been about to\nget an all-over tan on the beach!

\n “You will be there until\nthe sun goes down tonight.” Olga said to me. “As I don’t want\nyou getting blinded by the sun I have brought some protection for\nyour eyes.”

\n Olga got a blindfold out of\nthe bag and fitted it over my eyes, making sure that it was secure. \n

\n “Now a hood.” she told\nme. I felt a latex hood being fitted over my head. The hood would\nhelp keep the blindfold in place. The hood did not cover my nostrils\nor my mouth, so that my breathing was not restricted. My ears were\nnot covered, either, so that I would be able to hear everything going\non around me, even though I could not see a thing.

\n “Now the leather bondage\nhelmet.” Mistress Olga said. I almost protested at that. The latex\nwould make me sweat. But the helmet would make it even worse. In the\nend, though, I did not say a word.

\n This bondage helmet did not\ncover my nostrils, ears or mouth. But the leather totally encased my\nhead, otherwise. There was a band which went around my neck,\nincluding a padlock which locked the helmet in place. Nobody but\nMistress Olga could now remove the helmet.

\n I heard Mistress Olga\nremove other items from the bag and put them down on the rock next to\nmy naked body. I had no idea what they were. But I would soon be able\nto guess what they were. \n

\n “We don’t want you to\nget skin cancer, do we?” Mistress Olga said. I heard the top of a\nbottle pop open. Then cool liquid was smoothed all over my body.\nMistress Olga worked it into my skin, paying special attention to my\nbreasts and my crotch. The way that my legs were spread meant that my\nlabia hard parted, revealing the pinkness within. Mistress Olga\nworked the sun cream up inside me. She lathered it onto my clit. Then\nshe spent several minutes slowly stroking my clit, until I was on the\nverge of cumming. But, just when I was nearing my peak, Mistress Olga\ntook her fingers away. I groaned with disappointment. I heard the pop\nof the sun cream bottle closing. It was placed on the rock beside me.

\n “Slave, you are to be the\nentertainment, if you like, for the day. I have told the women of the\nnaturist club that they can do anything that they want to you, but\nthat they can only use the items on the rock beside you. They are not\nto release you, but they can do anything else.

\n “Slave, I do not want you\nto use your safeword. I do not think any permanent damage will be\ndone to you. Whatever happens you will recover from, even if it takes\nsome time. Also, you are not to talk or to question any of the women,\nalthough you may scream. I have promised them perfect anonymity, and\na slave who they can use to work out any fantasies which they may\nhave. If one of the women gives you an order, you are to obey it to\nthe best of your ability. Do not disappoint me.

\n “Now I think that I will\ngo and get a nice tan.”

\n Mistress Olga left me\nthere, stretched out on a rock a foot above the sand. \n

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\nI had no way of judging the\npassing of time. It felt as though I was stretched out for hours\nbefore I heard anything. My mistress could have abandoned me there\nand I would not have known it. It felt like three hours, at least,\npassed, before I heard anything else. I was to later discover that it\nwas only an hour.

\n Then I heard laughing\nwomen’s voices approaching, coming down the stone steps.

\n “Wow, there’s the\nslave.” one woman said. There were so many women that the only\nvoice that I would be able to distinguish was my Mistress Olga. I’m\nnot going to attempt to identify the rest. Mistress Olga would later\ntell me that there were twenty women there. The entirety of the\nlesbian society had come out to enjoy a day on the beach, once they\nknew that there was going to be entertainment to which they could do\nanything that they wanted.

\n The women spent a few\nminutes examining my body with their fingers. My nipples were\ncaressed and squeezed. Somebody’s fingers spread the lips of my\nvagina even more. \n

\n Eventually one woman\ndecided to move the action on a little further.

\n “I’m going to sit on\nher mouth, see how good she is at eating out pussy.”

\n The woman positioned\nherself so that her labia were just over my mouth. I could smell her\nsweet scent.

\n “Lick, bitch!”

\n I licked. I licked her to\nan orgasm, using all the skill at my disposal. Once the other women\nsaw how skilled I was I think that they all wanted a go, for as soon\nas I brought of one pussy to an orgasm another was put down on my\nmouth. \n

\n I was in cunnilingus\nheaven, as I brought woman after woman to a shuddering orgasm. There\nwere twenty women there, and I think that they must have all cum in\nmy mouth, at least once, over the next three or four hours. Some took\nonly a couple of minutes; other took a lot longer. Some came to sit\non my face time and again. \n

\n Some time in the afternoon\nthe women paused. They were all replete with orgasms, all having cum\nat least once. My arms and legs were really in agony by then, as the\nrope had dried out, and it felt almost as though my limbs were being\npulled out of their sockets. My legs were in a perfect 180 degrees\nsplits. \n

\n I felt fingers at my labia,\npushing past them. One, two, three, four fingers were forced into my\npussy, the thumb curled down into the palm. The whole hand, sun cream\nproviding lubrication, slid inside my pussy, stretching it out. Then\nthe woman formed a fist inside me. The woman fisted me, trying to\nslowly force her hand deeper inside me. It felt like she had the arm\nof a giant. I feared damage, but Mistress later told me that she went\nno further than midway between her wrist and her elbow. No permanent\ndamage was done, although I did feel stretched.

\n After she had withdrawn her\narm I heard two women talking.

\n “I need to piss.” one\nsaid.

\n “So go in the sea.”

\n “No, I have a better\nidea. We can do anything I like to her. I’m going to piss in her\nmouth.”

\n I felt the woman climb up\nso that her pussy was facing my mouth.

\n “I understand that I can\ndo anything I like to you.” she said. Her voice sounded aroused. It\nwas clear that what she was about to do turned her on. “Well, I\nwant to piss in your mouth. And I want you to drink down every drop.\nHere it comes.”

\n I opened my mouth as wide\nas I could, as she positioned her urethra between my lips. A second\nlater a hot, golden liquid poured into my eager mouth. I swallowed it\ndown as quickly as I could. She pissed for a long time. But I love to\ndrink down a woman’s golden rain. it is the way to worship a\ndominant woman.

\n I think that it was only\nwhen that woman pissed in my mouth that the women realised that they\nreally could do anything they wanted to me. More women used me as a\nurinal, pissing into my mouth, and commanding me to drink down every\ndrop. Other used their nails to pinch my clit and nipples, bringing\npain to me. One woman used her sharp fingernails to rake across my\nbreasts. Later, when I was released, the bright red scratch marks\nwould still be there. \n

\n Then, a bit later in the\nafternoon, I heard one of the women kneel down by me. She picked\nsomething up off the rock, one of the items which Mistress Olga had\nleft there. I still had no idea what those items were. \n

\n At first nothing happened.\nThen I felt warmth on my left nipple, warmer than the sun burning\ndown on me. Then the heat intensified, to be like something red hot\nbiting my nipple. I screamed in pain, and tried to move my body. I\ncould move just enough, up and down, to lessen the pain on my nipple.

\n I had no idea what had been\nused to burn me. I did not know that Mistress Olga had left a\nmagnifying glass there, and that the woman had used the power of the\nsun, through the magnifying glass, to burn my nipple.

\n The woman moved around the\nother side of the rock. I felt the same intensifying burn on my right\nnipple. By bucking up and down, as much as I could, I could just\nabout lessen the pain, as the sunlight would not remain concentrated\non one spot.

\n “I need to cum.” the\nwoman said. She climbed on my face again, putting her pussy on my\nlips. I tongued her folds with all of the skill I had. Meanwhile she\nleaned forwards and began licking my own clit. She was very skilled,\nas well, and soon my clit was as erect as it ever got, poking out of\nits hood. She used the fingers of one hand to hold my clitoral hood\nback, as she continued to lick my sensitive clit. My clit got hotter\nand hotter, as I neared an orgasm.

\n Then it felt as though\nsomebody had held a red hot piece of metal to my clit. The woman had\nused the magnifying glass to burn my clit. I screamed in pain. But it\nwas also the scream of a mind-blowing orgasm as I bucked up and down\nin my bonds.

\n I was not left to recover\nlong. Seeing me tortured had aroused the other twenty odd women. They\nwere all turned on, in a sadistic manner. All mercy had fled from\nthem. More climbed onto my face, ordering me to either give them\ncunnilingus or, sometimes, analingus. While that was going on one of\nthe other women would use the magnifying glass to bring little\nburning points of pain to my defenceless body, usually concentrating\non my breasts. There was one woman, though, who had other women hold\nmy labia open, so that she could actually burn the soft, pink flesh\ninside my vagina.

\n Mistress had obviously not\nbrought any whips with me. But one woman used her hands to slap my\ntits about. Another spanked my pussy. One used her strong fingers to\ntwist my nipples as hard as she could. One of them used her foot to\nkick my cunt, bruising my pussy lips.

\n Time and time again I\nscreamed in pain. But that only seemed to spur them on to further\ndepravity.

\n “I want to burn an X onto\nher mound.” one woman said. “I want to see a mark. But she keeps\nmoving around when we use the magnifying glass. I need some of you to\nsit on her legs and stomach so that she can’t move at all.”

\n One woman sat on my\nstomach, facing me. She began to squeeze my nipples. Another two\nwomen sat on my upper thighs, forcing my butt down against the rock.\nI tried moving. But I could not move my groin even the barest\nmillimetre. \n

\n Then began a very painful\ntime, which seemed to go on forever, as the light going through the\nmagnifying glass was focused on the skin just above my clit. It was\nheld until a little black dot formed on the skin. I know, as the\nmarks were still there when I was released. This was done over and\nover again, dozen of little black dots joined up into an X. X marks\nthe spot, I supposed. \n

\n “What can we do next?”\none of them asked, when that particular torture was over.

\n “We can use anything down\non the beach, can’t we?” a different woman said. “Those pebbles\nhave been on the beach all day under the sun. Let’s place some of\nthose on her. If we use towels we should be able to pick them up\nwithout our fingers getting burned.”

\n I groaned, but did not\ncomplain. They could do anything they wanted to me. \n

\n A few minutes later\nsomething flat and very hot was placed on my right breast. They had\nfound a large, flat pebble which had been cooking in the sun all day.\nOf course they placed the side which had been facing the sun down on\nmy breast. Another flat pebble was placed on my other breast. I\nscreamed again.

\n I expected another pebble\nto be placed on my pubic mound, or on my stomach. But, instead, my\npussy lips were held open and a long, thin, tubular pebble was forced\ninside my vagina. It felt as though somebody had filled it with a red\nhot poker. But, perhaps surprisingly, no permanent damage was done,\neven though it didn’t feel like it at the time. \n

\n The stones were left on me\nfor about five minutes. Then they were removed and replaced with\nothers. They kept that up, I think, until they ran out of suitably\nsized hot pebbles on the beach.

\n That hot stone torture was\nfollowed by me having to service a lot of the women again, as they\nhad been turned on by what they had done to me. Another woman pissed\ndown my throat. I had to perform analingus again.

\n Then one of the women knelt\ndown beside me. She whispered in my ear.

\n “I need to take a shit. I\nam going to shit, slowly, in your mouth. You are going to chew and\nswallow it all. If you don’t then I will bit off your clitoris.”

\n I hate scat, although I am\nnot a virgin in that matter. But it is just about my least favourite\nsexual activity. Still, though, I had been told to obey these women\nin everything that they wanted to do to my body.

\n The woman positioned her\nanus over my mouth. She grunted, and my tongue encountered something\nsemi-solid and disgusting. \n

\n “Bite it off and chew and\nswallow.” the woman commanded. It was obvious that she had engaged\nin scat before, as she had only forced out part of a turd into my\nwaiting mouth. I chewed the revolting thing, and swallowed it down,\nsomething which I had to do fall times before the entire turd had\nbeen shit into my mouth and eaten. The woman washed out my mouth with\na long stream of golden rain.

\n From that point on none of\nthe women had me do cunnilingus on them, as the day entered evening.\nPerhaps they didn’t want my shitty mouth tonguing their clits. But\nmost of them used me as a urinal again, happy to hover above my mouth\nand piss into it.

\n That concluded my day on\nthe beach. I was not released until all of the women had gone. I was\nburnt and battered, but not broken, although my Mistress had to\nalmost carry me to the car, considering the pain in my limbs.

\n I wonder whether, next\nsummer, I will return back to the beach? \n

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