Sitting silently along the shore, he weaved back and forth to the music dancing from the headphones to his ears. Lost in the magic of the sounds that bathed his soul. His thought drifted with the setting of the sun.
As he sat there, staring at nature's beauty, he could not hear the whispers that slowly approached him. Totally unaware of anyone, he began to softly repeat the words of the song, gliding along with them and the sunset.
Suddenly, he realized a soft, gentle hand lay upon his shoulder. He swiftly raised his hand and removed his headphones while turning to see who it was that stood over him. His eyes met the stomach of a young, tanned woman. His eyes carried upward to find a smile glowing down upon him.
To his surprise, she was not alone. Four other women stood slightly behind her, all young and tan and smiling. A smile spread across his face and he began to rise. The girls started motioning to him to follow them as they turned without a word and began to walk away.
Intrigued by their beauty and curious of what they were up to, he followed them. They walked across the shore to a small cottage like structure. All five women stepped inside and waited for they're pray to enter.
He stepped over the threshold and looked up to find all five women standing in a straight line, still smiling at him. They motioned for him to enter and walked him to the back room of the cottage.
Once inside the room, one of the women handed him a drink and then turned and distributed drinks to each of the other four girls. All sat in silence as they drank the ale.
After only a few swallows of the brew, he became slightly weary and unable to focus. He saw the girls approaching but could not keep the images clear. Each image drifted closer to him and as they came closer they became fuzzier until he could see no more. His eyes unwilling close and he drifts into a slumber.
When he begins to wake up, he starts to move his hand to his eyes to clear them of the slumbered mist. But, he finds he cannot put his hands to his face and he is aware that he is not lying down. Instead he is standing and his hands appear to be restrained over his head. He looks up to find them bound together and secured to a chain over his head that is attached to the ceiling.
He looks down to find his feet spread wide apart and secured to the floor with shackles. All of his clothing has been removed except for his shorts. The room is empty; no one else is there. He glances to the small bed in the corner and notices the nightstand. Items have been neatly placed there. He cannot believe what it is that he sees. A leather whip, what appears to be a gag, and clothespins.
Then he hears the footsteps and voices, all women. His eyes turn to the door and he watches as the doorknob turns and one by one, each of the five women enter the room. They are dressed in leather, but it does not cover their breast or crotch. Both are completely exposed for his viewing pleasure.