A Secret Life

Vacation Travel - Present Day

As usual, I woke before Sam. She was still sleeping deeply in bed as I headed downstairs and began to prepare for our vacation.

Half an hour later Sam came downstairs to join me. She was completely naked as she walked up to me and knelt on the ground before me.

"Interlace your fingers behind your head," I ordered. Sam immediately did as instructed and I moved to crouch in front of her and began to examine her gorgeous body.

Sam's beautiful tits had numerous light bruises covering them. Along with the bruises from the bites from Monique, she had a much darker bruise running horizontally across both of her tits directly below her areolas.

"Beautiful bruise from the cane." I lightly ran my fingers along the bruise.

"Thank you, Master."

"You have a lot of bruises from Mistress Mo's bites."

"Yes Master."

"Did you like her biting you?"

Sam contemplated the question for a moment before answering. "I don't know, Sir. It hurt. It seemed the more I screamed or cried the harder she would bite me. However, when she fingered me during the biting session, I was extremely wet, horny and I almost came."

"So you loved and hated it," I said, rubbing my hand along Sam's jaw.

"As usual Sir, you are correct."

I smiled at my gorgeous submissive wife. "Into your submission pose."

Sam immediately assumed the position. She leaned forward with her head on the floor, arms stretched out above her head laying flat on the ground and her ass up in the air. I moved behind Sam and checked out her ass. Her entire ass was covered with light bruises just like her tits. Her entire ass was covered with bruises, except for the tattoo declaring Sam as my property.

"It looks like she was more aggressive with your ass Babygirl."

"Yes, Sir. Mistress Mo stated my tits didn't compare with her sub's. However, my ass was much better. She told me she loved my ass and wanted to own it."

I smiled as I looked at Sam's pussy which was protruding from between her muscular thighs. I wasn't surprised to see her gash glistening with excitement. I ran my finger up and down her wet pussy lips, stopping to make sure I teased her large swollen clit. Sam reacted immediately and began to accelerate toward an orgasm.

"Babygirl, on your feet. Hands on top of your head, legs spread nice and wide."

Sam quickly followed my instructions and stood in her ordered position. I walked over to the couch, opened a bag I had brought in from the car. I removed a shiny stainless steel apparatus and walked back to Sam. I held the apparatus up so Sam could see it.

Her face fell a bit at seeing the chastity belt.

I placed the stainless steel plate over Sam's pubic mound and her entire pussy. Attached to the steel plate were 3 wire cables encased in flexible rubber so it wouldn't hurt Sam to wear. One of the cables was attached to the bottom of the metal plate and ran up Sam's ass crack where it would connect to the other two cables that ran from the top of the steel plate, around Sam's torso above her hips. The three wire cables attached just above her ass crack.

Once I connected the side cables to the under cable, I pulled the side cables very tight, making sure the cables dug into Sam's soft waist above her hips. Once I had the chastity belt as tight as I wanted, I placed a small padlock through a loop in the back of the belt. Now, the straps of the chastity belt were locked together and I had pulled the straps so tight, Sam couldn't pull the belt over her womanly hips.

I stood back and admired my beautiful wife, naked except for her chastity belt with marks covering her body from sex. She never looked more beautiful.

"Your outfit is in the dungeon. Go get dressed. We have to head to the airport."

"Yes, Master."

I quickly loaded our car as Sam dressed. I was making one final check of the condo when Sam stepped out of the dungeon. She was dressed in a navy blue long sleeve silk blouse. The blouse wasn't transparent, but did nothing to conceal her nipples and her tits as they shook uncontrollably. I hadn't selected a bra for her to wear while we were traveling. She had tucked her blouse into the short, pleated white skirt. The short skirt barely reached the middle of Sam's sexy thighs. To top off her outfit, she wore 4 inch stiletto heels.

Sam walked to the middle of the room and stopped. I smiled at my beautiful wife and motioned for her to spin for me. Once she completed her twirl, I said. "You're missing something."

"What did I miss, Sir?"

I held up a sterling silver body chain. The chain would be worn around Sam's trim waist. The chain style length had numerous trinkets hanging from the chain. The trinkets were a mix of small sterling silver sexual items. Hanging from the chain was a ball gag, handcuffs, rope, a riding crop, a butt plug, and a blindfold trinket.

I approached Sam, untucked her blouse and instructed her to hold her blouse as I wrapped the body chain around her trim waist, fastening the chain in the middle of her back. The silver sterling chain looked beautiful wrapped around her body.

"Tuck in your blouse and let's go."

As we neared the airport, I could see Sam begin to get nervous. This wasn't the first time I had dressed Sam in this manner for a flight, and I knew she was mentally preparing herself for the experience she was about to go through.

Sam received a few looks of desire and curiosity from men in the airport who admired her unsupported breasts as they jiggled freely under her blouse. She endured even more looks of disgust from women who also noticed her pink hair, bouncing tits and exposed tattoos on her neck and the back of her thighs.

I checked a single bag, grabbed Sam's hand and led her toward the security check. The line wasn't long and we were soon waiting to go through the security scanner. I looked at Sam and I could practically see and smell the fear and anxiety she was feeling.

I went through the scanner first with no issues. I was standing by the conveyor belt to collect my shoes and carry-on when Sam went through the scanner. Like everyone before her, she stood with her arms above her head and her legs spread. The raising of her arms pulled her blouse tight against her tits, highlighting the magnets and chains attached to her large nipples.

There were two male TSA agents checking out Sam as she stepped from the scanner. They asked her to wait a moment, as they continued to undress Sam with their eyes. After a few minutes, a middle aged, overweight woman with short salt and pepper hair walked over to the group. The woman said something to Sam I couldn't hear before turning and walking away from the scanner with Sam following close behind as the two women entered a room off to the side of security.

I collected our belongings from the conveyor belt and sat on a nearby bench as I waited for Sam. Before long, the female TSA agents appeared from the room she had led Sam, scanned the area until her eyes landed on me. She motioned me over.

I stepped into the room to find Sam standing facing the wall opposite the door. Her arms were above her head with her palms against the wall and her legs spread. She was completely naked except for her chastity belt.

"This woman has been targeted for a strip search due to the metal device she is wearing. When I instructed her to remove the device, she informed me she didn't have the key. She stated you are the only person permitted to remove the device. Is this correct?" The woman asked with a gravelly voice caused by years of smoking.

"Yes, that is correct."

"Please remove the device. I need to complete the search."

I nodded, fished the chastity belt key from my pocket. I fondled Sam's ass as I inserted the key in the chastity belt and unlocked it. As I removed the belt from Sam, I could see her pussy oozing with excitement. She was very turned on from the humiliation of the body search.

"I assume you're Master Jay?" The TSA agent asked, eyeing the tattoo on Sam's ass.

"That's correct," I said, holding the chastity belt and stepping away from Sam.

The female TSA agent stepped up to the now completely naked Sam and continued her body search. I watched as the agent pushed two gloved fingers into Sam's dripping pussy. Despite herself, a moan of excitement escaped from Sam's mouth.

"You fucking people disgust me," the agent spat once she heard Sam's moan. "Especially, you young lady. Women have fought for years for equality and you have a goddamn tattoo on your ass stating you're the property of another man. You sicken me.

"To top it off, you allow the same man to lock a device on your body so you have no control over your own body! You have no respect for yourself or women. You're a fucking embarrassment to all women!"

I struggled to control myself. I wanted to erupt in laughter as the agent continued to berate Sam. I knew Sam was utterly humiliated by the woman. I also knew she hated that being humiliated in this manner turned her on more than she could imagine.

I quickly grabbed my cell phone, stepped up to Sam and scanned the barcode tattooed on her pussy mound.

"If the tattoo on her ass upset you, see what the tattoo on her mound says." I handed my cell phone to the agent.

"You are pathetic," the female agent spat at Sam after reading the message from the barcode tattoo. "You are a complete disgrace to all women. If I wouldn't lose my job, I'd spit in your face. Put on what little clothes you're wearing and get out of my sight."

In disgust, the woman turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door loudly. I broke out in laughter as I stepped up behind Sam and quickly placed the chastity belt on Sam.

"Get dressed," I instructed after locking the belt securely on Sam. "How are you feeling?"

"Humiliated," Sam said softly, as she dressed.

"Is that all?"

"And horny as hell." Sam blushed in embarrassment.

I smiled. "I thought so. Let's go catch our plane. As we stepped out of the room and headed for our gate, the female TSA agent was huddled with a group of four other TSA agents. All broke out in loud laughter at the sight of Sam. The female agent was obviously telling the other agents what she saw in the private room. This only furthered Sam humiliation.

When we arrived at the gate, Sam finally learned of our destination. We were flying to Mexico and visiting a resort we have visited on a number of occasions.

As we sat at the gate waiting for our plane to board, a very attractive, young, brunette woman sat in a chair across from us. As Sam and I chatted, I noticed the young woman's eyes were glued to Sam. I also noticed she was listening to our conversation as we chatted.

"Did you like Mistress Mo fucking you last night with her strap-on?" I made sure to ask the question loud enough the young woman would easily hear. I knew Sam would respond honestly. She wasn't aware of the attention from the woman.

"Very much, Sir. I was very horny from our previous play, and the whipping from you, Sir."

I noticed the shocked look on the young woman's face. I tried not to smile, or alert Sam that her responses were being heard when I asked my second question.

"How did her fucking you compare to how I fuck you?"

"There is no comparison, Sir. You are the greatest fuck in the world." Sam leaned forward and kissed me passionately. I took the opportunity to grope her swaying tit through her blouse. I knew the young woman was intently watching the action.

"Do you want me to begin to bite you during sex?"

"Sir, my body belongs to you to do with it as you wish," Sam responded. The young woman was staring slack jawed at Sam as she spoke.

We continued to talk about the previous night's activities, making sure the young woman heard every word we spoke.

"Sir, I need to use the restroom and I would like to get something to drink. May I go to the restroom and have money, Mr Johnson?" Sam asked.

I noticed the young woman's reaction at Sam calling me Mr Johnson. I gave Sam money and she wandered off. The young woman's eyes followed Sam as she headed for the restroom. She turned back when she lost sight of Sam when she entered the bathroom. She was surprised to see I was staring at her.

A gave the woman a warm friendly smile. "Did you enjoy our conversation?" I asked.

"What?"

"Did you enjoy listening to our conversation?"

"I wasn't listening to your conversation," she said, defensively.

"It's okay," I said reassuringly. "We have nothing to hide."

"Do you really hurt her when you have sex?" She blurted.

I smiled. "Yes I do."

"Why?"

"Because she loves it. And the more I hurt her, the harder she cums when I allow her to have an orgasm."

"You allow her to have an orgasm?"

"Yes. She is only permitted to cum when I say."

"Why?" I could tell the woman was very curious.

I was about to respond when I saw Sam walking back toward us. "I'll let her tell you," I said, once Sam sat next to me.

"Tell her what, Mr. Johnson?"

"Tell her why you only cum when I permit you too." Sam's eyes bulged in surprise as she turned and looked at the woman. "The young woman was listening to our conversation. She's interested in our lifestyle." I informed Sam.

"No I'm not," the woman said defensively.

"You are and it's okay." I turned to Sam. "Please tell this young woman why you only cum when I permit you too."

Sam turned to the young woman, sat up straight. "I only cum when Mr. Johnson permits because he owns all my orgasms."

"And who am I?" I asked Sam.

"You are my Master, owner and my world." Sam said all of this while she looked at the young woman.

I smiled. "What is your name?" I asked the young woman.

"Riley," she said softly.

I rubbed Sam on her back. "Babygirl, go sit with Riley and answer any questions she may have about our relationship."

Sam moved across the alley between the seats and sat down next to Riley. As she sat, she spread her legs giving me a perfect view of her chastity belt up her short skirt. Riley saw the move, said something to Sam. Sam looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and pulled up her skirt to show Riley the chastity belt she wore. The young woman first stared wide eyed at the belt before looking at Sam in utter disbelief.

As the women began to talk, Riley was visibly nervous. After a few minutes, Sam put her at ease and soon the two women huddled together talking happily. Riley seemed to be peppering Sam with questions.

They were engrossed in conversation when we were called to board the plane. As luck would have it, Riley's seat was in our same row so she could continue to talk with Sam.

Once on the plane we learned that Riley had recently graduated from college. She was currently working as a nanny for a wealthy family until she was able to find a permanent job. She was headed to an all-inclusive resort in Mexico. Her trip was supposed to be a family trip, but her grandfather, who had planned the vacation, had upset Riley's extremely religious family members when he announced he was gay. Once her grandfather announced his sexual orientation, the entire family bailed on the trip. Riley, who had always been very close to her grandfather, didn't care about his sexual orientation and just wanted him to be happy, and decided to still go on the trip against the wishes of her parents.

It was easier to go on the trip to Mexico because her grandfather was paying for her trip.

Riley had grown up with an extremely strict domineering father and a subservient mother. Both were extremely religious. Until she was 20 years old, Riley attended church twice a week.

She had been a good girl all her life. She grew up doing dance and gymnastics. When she went off to college, she joined the dance team. While in college she dated an equally religious player from the basketball team. They dated for roughly a year and the most sexual activity they engaged in was French kissing.

Wanting to explore sex further, Riley broke up with the basketball player and began to hang out with her dance squad friends. She was soon drinking (rarely and only a little bit) and meeting boys. Finally, 5 months short of her 22nd birthday, she lost her virginity to a guy she had been dating casually. They had sex a few more times before she graduated and moved away to work as a nanny.

"How was the sex?" Sam asked.

"It was good," Riley replied.

"Oh, you poor thing."

"What? It was good," Riley replied defensively.

"Baby, just good doesn't cut it. It needs to be mind blowing."

"Your sex is mind blowing?" Riley asked with awe.

"Oh yeah baby." Sam paused, turned to me. "Should we invite her to the resort, Sir?"

"I don't know."

"What resort?" Riley asked. Sam and I told her about the resort we would be visiting. As we spoke Riley's mouth hung open in awe.

We learned more about Riley and told her more about our history and as our plane landed in Mexico we exchanged phone numbers.

"If you want to visit our resort, text me and I'll make the arrangements," I told Riley as I collected our single bag from baggage claim. Riley and Sam embraced tightly, and as they broke apart Sam gave her a peck on the lips. Riley was stunned as she turned and gave me a hug as well.

I led Sam out of the airport and we walked a long distance to an abandoned portion in the back of the parking lot where a single white van sat idling. As we approached the van, the driver's door opened and out stepped a beautiful, thin Hispanic woman. She was dressed in a black and white French Maid outfit with white fishnet stockings, and white ruffled cuffs on each of her wrists. The outfit barely contained her large ass and enormous fake tits.

"Hello Master Jay." The woman said with an accent and a huge smile of beautiful white teeth.

"Hello Cum Dump," I replied, stepping up to her, grabbing her and pulling her in for a kiss. I groped her huge ass as we made out.

"You look different, Puddle Pussy?" She said, stepping over to Sam and giving her a harsh slap to her face.

The dominant women at the resort had begun to call Sam Puddle Pussy. On our last visit, Sam had been bound spread eagle and was edged for a very, very, very long time by a number of the dominant women who worked at the resort. Sam had been crying and pleading to cum as she was tormented for an extended period of time. When the women noticed how wet her pussy was and the fact her excitement had been dripping onto the floor they broke out in hysterical laughter and began to mock her and began calling her Puddle Pussy. From that moment, all the workers and Dominatrixes called Sam Puddle Pussy.

"Yes Mistress. Master Jay decided to decorate me for his pleasure."

"It's only temporary for our vacation." I said.

"You know the rules," she said, staring at Sam. Sam nodded and began to strip in the hot sun of the parking lot. The hispanic driver began to laugh as Sam's temporary tattoos, nipple jewelry and finally chastity belt came into view.

Cum Dump turned to me once Sam was naked except for her high heels and chastity belt. "Sir, we need to identify you. Will your ID's be the same as your previous visit?"

"Yes."

"Excellent." She turned, opened the passenger door of the van and bent over at the waist to flash me the ruffled panties she wore under the French Maid skirt.

She stepped up to me and tied a black rope around my left wrist. "Sir, just a reminder, the color of your wristband indicates to the others at the resort you are a straight Dominant. You are free to control and dominate any uncollared submissives on the property. Your color also indicates you are only interested in female submissives. No males, dominant or submissive will approach you."

Once the wristband was secured on my wrist, she turned and approached Sam. Cum Dump wrapped a bracelet around Sam's thin wrist. This bracelet was hot pink with dark red stripes on a field of double crescent moons.