I make my way back to the beach slowly, in a daze. When I get back she's gone. I'm both relieved and disappointed in equal measure as I sit back into my deckchair and close my eyes. My memory flicks back and forth to what just happened and I squirm and cannot get comfortable.
Gathering my belongings I head back to the hotel. Entering the cool lobby I cross towards the stairs and my room. To my left the sun dappled and shady bar looks inviting and I divert and pick a quiet corner stool at the bar. I order an iced water but before it arrives I feel a presence behind me. I look around and she is right there, looking down at me through her oversized sunglasses. I stammer "H-hello" and she smirks and places a small package on the bar in front of me. I look down and then back up but she is already gone, making her way across the lobby.
I scoop the package up and into my lap and unwrap it slowly, a note wrapped around two clothes pegs. I hurriedly slip the pegs into my bag and read the note
"Room 205, 7pm, wear nothing but the pegs on your needy nipples, a loose dress and pin your hair up. Do not touch yourself between now and then."
I gasp and crumple the note into my palm, as the barman places my water down. I drink it fast, feeling the burn of the icy water. It's 6pm already and I'm sandy and desperately need to shower. There's no question that I would not comply with her summons. Almost in a dream, I prepare myself carefully for whatever she has for me, finally applying the pegs to my naked tanned body in front of the mirror and slipping a gold strappy dress over the top. Key card in my hand, along with the note, no shoes, nothing else and with a deep breath I pad along the corridors to room 205. Outside I take another steadying breath and knock softly. After a moment the door opens, and she is there, wearing a white diaphanous robe.
"Good girl," she smiles at me "remove the dress."
Standing on the the threshold of the room I reach down and carefully pull the dress up, over my body and place it in her outstretched hand. I stand entirely naked, for anyone to see, nipples pegged and aching.
Her eyes survey me slowly, taking in every inch.
"Turn around," she instructs and I do, my cheeks burning at the exposure, my full nakedness. I feel her eyes on my body.
"Legs apart," she says sharply and I comply instantly. Her fingers suddenly make contact and I stifle a gasp, they run down from the arch of my back, through the cleft of of my buttocks and between my shamefully wet lips.
"You're aroused," she states and I squirm and blush "turn back around." She says and I do, my eyes lowered. She lifts her hand and pushes her wet fingers into my mouth, curling them up to the roof of my mouth, gripping my teeth and pulls my firmly into the room by my mouth. I stumble in, shocked, and the door closes behind me.
"Set your key card on the desk and go and kneel next to him," she says.
Him? I look over and a man I have never seen before is knelt, blindfolded, his cock caged, his nipples clamped with identical clothes pegs, his hands clasped behind his head. He is immobile but breathing deeply and serene.
"You are not to address him directly, he is just for decoration and entertainment," senorita says casually "now be a good girl and go kneel in front of him, same pose, eyes straight ahead".
I do not hesitate and assume the same pose as this unnamed man, our shared nakedness in front of our mistress. Mistress? It seems that is what she is I suppose.
Senorita stands between us, her back to him and her front to me. She unties her robe and lets it drop to the floor.
"Hands gently on my thighs and lick me," she says and he immediately leans forward and presses his lips into her ample bottom. I'm a little slower, new to this and hesitate before her hand finds the back of my head and pushes me into her pussy. The glossy black hair that curls around her pussy lips is fragrant and her clit firm and hot. I eagerly and perhaps inexpertly lick and suck, very aware of the same happening to her asshole simultaneously.
