[Author's Note: If you are inexperienced, bondage can be a dangerous thing to 'play' with. Please take it seriously and use caution before putting yourself or anyone else at risk.
Thanks to my reader's for the wonderful response. Keep the feedback coming and I will supply the stories. This takes off where the last story ended...]
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"When do you think we can do this again, Mistress?"
I smiled slightly before breaking the calm mood with a slap across your face. "What makes you think already I'm done with you, boy?"
You smiled back at me before slipping into your role. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I shouldn't have assumed."
"That's alright, I'll forgive you this time, boy," I replied, also smiling. Now that we had both come, a lot of the tension was gone. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I return you are still laying on the bed, gloriously naked and unashamed.
"Role over," I instruct you, sitting on the edge of the bed. I examine the welts on your back and ass, stroking them gently. Your skin is actually more marked up than I had intended, with numerous slash marks, welts on top of welts, and even a fair amount of dried blood. I am pleased with how well you took your paddle and cane punishment.
I cross to the bathroom and return with a cool damp cloth, which I use to clean your backside. Next I pull some ointment from my bag which I soothe over your bumps. When I am done you turn your head to the side and look me in the eyes. "Thank you, Mistress."
"Don't thank me yet, boy. You still have adrenaline and endorphins pumping through your body, easing the pain. Give it a few hours, then see how you feel." I didn't add that I hoped the pain you would feel over the next few days would further help my message sink in.
I removed your collar before I stood and began to put on my bikini swim suit. Living on a tropical island, I always keep one handy. You watched me with interest, but remained on the bed. I turned to you, only half joking, "I hope you have a big pair of swim trunks, 'cause you have a lot of marks to cover."
You sat up then, "Uh, yeah, I guess I do. Are we going swimming, Mistress?"
"Yes. Go to the bathroom, do whatever you need to do. You have 5 minutes to get ready." I continued getting ready myself, putting my hair back into a French braid and gathering a few toys, which I rolled in a beach towel.
I am waiting on your balcony when you emerge from the bedroom. I smile at you and you do the same, though looking quite nervous. I approach you, placing my hand on your bare chest, running my fingers through the sparse hair there. "Relax, you've seen me at my worst. What more can I do to you?" I love to toy with you.
"What more can you do to me?" you chuckle. "It's that thought exactly that has me worried, Mistress."
We both laugh, the mood decidedly less serious, less intense than before. We walk over to the complex's pool. I figured people would be leaving as the sun started going down, and I was right; the pool was empty.
I set my bundle down on the side of the pool and dove in. I love the cool refreshing feeling as I rocket to the bottom before leveling out to swim a few easy laps. I feel you jump in near-by, and turn to face you. We swim around playfully, acting like silly kids flirting.
Eventually I back you into the wall, wrapping my legs around your waist as you envelope me in your arms. We are both breathing hard from swimming, but I feel energized in the cool water. I wrap my arms around your shoulders, pulling your head to my neck, where you kiss me passionately.
I allow you to continue for a moment, until your hands start wandering over my body. I reach behind you and pull a pair of metal handcuffs from my towel, double checking that I have the key. You hear the metal clanking and turn to investigate the noise.
I push my body away from yours and clip one cuff around the metal stairs, about a foot below the water's surface. Then, with a teasing smile on my face, I pull one of your wrists down and lock you in the cuffs. You test your bonds, pulling slightly, but don't say anything.
I pull your body close to mine, stretching your bound arm out. The pool has a slight lip on the side where you can stand up, but 6 inches out it drops off and you are forced to tread water or float. I grab the key, which is on a metal chain necklace, and slip it over your head, whispering in your ear, "This is ONLY for emergencies."
You understand and respond, "Yes Mistress."
We smile at each other while I contemplate my next move. I make my decision and push away from you again, further into the water. I order, "Take your trunks off, boy."
Your eyes flash wide with surprise before looking around the pool. I don't like this and swim forward, pushing you against the wall. You wince as your back scrapes against the rough edge of the pool. "Why are you hesitating?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress, I just wanted to make sure no one was around."
I'm genuinely pissed you would question me so close to your last punishment. "Who may be around is none of your concern. I gave you an order and you must comply, immediately, without hesitation."
"Yes Mistress," you spit out, trying desperately to get your shorts off with one hand. I can see you are struggling with the ties, so I roll my eyes and push you closer to the ladder, allowing you the use of both hands.
You can sense my frustration and try to appease me, "I'm sorry Mistress. What can I do to make it up to you?" You have pulled your trunks off now, and put them on the side of the pool.
"Turn around," I direct, "grab the ladder with both hands and don't move." Though I try to sound angry still, in truth I couldn't be more pleased with this turn of events.
I reached into my towel, pulling out a small butt plug and some Vaseline. I don't use Vaseline often, but brought it because it is water-resistant. I grease up the butt plug before turning to face your back.
I push your shoulders forward, over the ladder. I don't want to give you any hint or chance to object to what you have coming, so I misdirect. I run my hand down your back, feeling over your ass, as if checking on your welts. I pinch, push and pull your ass cheeks, stroking my finger along your ass crack, brushing over your rosebud several times.
When I am certain I have the right spot I quickly spread your cheeks and ram the butt plug home. Though your mouth is closed, I hear a groan you can't help but release. I can tell from my entry that this isn't the first object to slide past your asshole, but you are still quite tight. I leave it buried to the hilt and remove my hands, placing them on your shoulders.