This is the second to last chapter in the World's Best Diet Plan series. It contains scenes of oral and anal sex, domination and submission, public sex and exhibitionism in addition to your ordinary stuff. This is also a romance between two people who care deeply for each other, so don't be offended by people who like each other.
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The next morning, after having her suck me to orgasm, much to her surprise, not the sucking part, she expected that, I had Marcia don another light dress and wear her going out in public slave jewelry instead of normal about the house wear. She couldn't wear underwear or a bra, but the dress was opaque enough to conceal the fact unless someone was directly between Marcia and the sun and the sun wouldn't be low enough in the sky. Of course, she couldn't totally escape her slavery that easily, so I made her wear one of her butt plugs and her vibe. After eating a quick breakfast, I set out South on I-75, leaving her in the dark about our eventual destination. It wasn't until I exited the highway at Immokalee Road and turned East towards Immokalee instead of West towards Delnor-Wiggins State Park she knew where we were going.
"You're taking me to Corkscrew," she said. "Thank you, Master."
Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary is a nature conservation area for birds and other swamp creatures preserving their natural habitat and run by the National Audubon Society. You could see several species of endangered birds there, plus the only known ghost orchid in the world. They had over three miles of boardwalk trails and it was one of our favorite places to go. I got two tickets and picked up the self-guided tour brochure.
We started the tour and as we walked, we took dozens of pictures, assuming it was the last time we'd be here. I'd occasionally turn on Marcia's vibe until she climaxed. There weren't a ton of other guests on the boardwalks. The end of the tourist season and the Florida summer heat saw to that, but there were enough people present Marcia couldn't often cum without restraining herself from exclamations of pleasure. During one of the brief times when there wasn't another person in sight, I slid a hand up her leg and noticed how wet her upper thighs were becoming.
"It feels like you're having a good time, slave."
"I am, Master. A very good time, in more ways than one." She leaned back against me. I circled her waist with my arm.
"How many orgasms have you had?"
"I haven't exactly been keeping track, but I'd say more than five and less than ten."
I checked our map. "There's a little turn out place ahead which is a dead end. Provided there's no people there, I'm going to fuck you."
"Yes, please, Master."
I found the place marked on the map and I steered her down it to the end. Since it wasn't on the path to the end of the boardwalk, there was a good chance it would remain deserted. I aimed her so we were looking down the path toward the main walk, so we could see if anyone approached, then turned on her vibe and flipped her dress over her ass. Pulling down my zipper, I pulled out my cock and plunged into her wetness, soggy from her many orgasms so far. She was even tighter than normal due to the plug in her rectum. I began a nice slow screw, unwilling to hurry simply because we were somewhat exposed. One of the nice design features of her Vibe was how small it was as it at the middle where it entered her sheath. A small arm went up to her g-spot and the larger arm went up to her clit. In addition to vibrating her good parts, it vibrated my cock as well as I penetrated her.
"Fuck me, Master," she moaned.
"I intend to little slave."
The combination of my prick and the pulsations of the vibe soon put her pussy in a dither and she orgasmed, squeezing me delightfully. I hadn't been kept on the edges of orgasm since we left home, so I wasn't close to cumming yet. I continued stabbing into her warmth. In a few minutes, she gasped through another orgasm. This time, I was closer myself and it was with the greatest of efforts I avoided climaxing with her. I wanted to go longer if I could. Continuing to slosh into her molten core, eventually I couldn't resist any longer and pulling her back against myself, released my seed. This brought about her third orgasm and the pulsing of her pussy milked the contents of my sack. Emptied, I pulled out and pulled her dress down. She quickly knelt down and cleaned my cock before tucking it away. I turned off her vibe for now, wanting to leave some power for later in the day.
As we walked back to the main walkway, we saw another young couple who smiled at us.
"Excuse me," he said. "You might want to be aware this dead end curves back towards the main boardwalk. You don't have to worry too much about people coming down the path. You need to be more concerned about the people on the main boardwalk at your three o'clock position. I made the same mistake the first time I fucked my girlfriend here."
"You saw us," I said.
"Oh, yes. Didn't want to disturb you, though. Don't know how much you appreciate an audience. Looked like you were having fun. Couldn't see a lot; there is screening brush. It's not thick enough this time of year and it's worse in the fall and winter. We're about to do the same thing, now you're done. You're welcome to stay if you want. We kind of like an audience. Why we do it out here in the first place."
I glanced at Marcia and she gave me a subtle no.
"We appreciate the offer, but I don't think so."
"Suit yourself. If you should happen to see an older couple who give you the evil eye, we weren't the only ones who spotted you. They got a little haughty about it. Come on, Gloria, ecstasy awaits."
Marcia grabbed my arm as we left. She didn't say anything but I felt her shiver.
"It makes you wetter knowing you were watched doesn't it?"
"Yes, Master."
"Why didn't you want to stay and watch them?"
"I guess I'm more of an exhibitionist than a voyeur, Master."
We continued through the balance of the sanctuary, and I ensured Marcia climaxed three more times before we finished.
"Master, I need to go to the ladies room," Marcia said when we got back to the visitor center.
"Why?"
"The usual and to wipe the cum on my legs. It's quite distracting to feel it run down my thighs."
I smiled at her. "I could make you leave it there." She pouted, but it was a cute pout, unlike the woman at the pool. "Go ahead, you can wipe it off."
"Thank you, Master."
I could use the facilities myself. I went into the other room and relieved myself, then waited for Marcia to finish. It took her several minutes.
When she joined me, I asked, "What took you so long?"
"Much of it was dried and I needed wet towels to get it off; particularly yours, Master. It's amazingly persistent stuff, like glue." She laughed.
I laughed with her. Purchasing a couple bottles of water for the road, we left. When we reached I-75, instead of turning north, I went further south, towards Naples.
"Where are we going now, Master?" Marcia asked.
"I thought a stop at Tin City for food and perhaps some shopping," I replied. "Another place to say goodbye to."
She kissed my cheek. "Thank you, Master."
Tin City was a collection of tin roofed buildings going back to the 1920's on the Gordon River, right near downtown Naples. It used to be a transportation and fishing hub, as well as a commercial center where much of the goods destined for Naples was shipped in. After the building of US 41 and I-75, trucks became the primary delivery system and Tin City was turned into a collection of boutique shops and restaurants. We usually enjoyed coming down once or twice a year to eat at the Riverwalk Seafood Restaurant and browse the boutiques. The fish was fresh, right off the boats, and the boutiques held items you couldn't find elsewhere without searching on-line.
Since it was past lunch, we ate first; a grouper sandwich for her and grilled red snapper with rice and steamed vegetables for me. I continued to play with her vibe in the restaurant, making her cum at inopportune times. She knew enough not to resist the sensations which always made her cum harder, but letting it flow over and through her so she could control her face and body language as she orgasmed in front of other people. She'd long since learned to exhibit little of what she was experiencing to avoid giving herself away. I could usually tell because I knew her and her expressions so well, but anyone else would need to observe her very closely to see the pleasure wash through her. To observe her that closely would be rudely staring, and very few people were direct enough to do so. So as the waiter took our order for lunch and she gripped her menu a little tighter and a brief smile flickered at her lips as she looked at me with smoky eyes, I knew what she was concealing from everyone else.
The food was superb, and after dining, we cruised the shops. At Jungle Fever, we purchased a Nepali t-shirt and dress, and two machine washable silk dresses for her. One of the dresses I thought would be perfect for the party, sleek and tight, without being too slutty. At the Captain's Closet, we found Kahala beach pants and shorts, and Paradise Found Hawaiian shirts to replace some of the stuff I'd given to Goodwill. They'd go as well in California as they would in Florida. At the Naples Soap Company, we found a shave cream lotion which we liked more than foam for close shaves, body butter and lime flavored lip balm. We arrived home and put our items away. Marcia exchanged her public slave jewelry for the cuffs and collar she wore in private.
When she was ready, I hooked her cuffs to the bed, the upper frame, spreading her arms. Her legs were fastened to quick release chains from the legs of headboard and footboard, spreading them. She was facing outward, her breasts and cunt vulnerable. Kissing her, I ran my hands all over her body until she was moaning and panting with desire, her nipples taut and pointed, her pussy leaking. I turned on the vibe. I'd let the remaining battery strength expend itself on her. Just hanging there exposed was cranking up her desire and she spasmed before I picked up the nine stranded whip.
"I love you, little slave."
"I love you, Master."
My first blow fell on her tight, flat stomach, the next few blows ranged both upward and downward from there, leaving pale red stripes from her breasts to her mound. The sounds she made were not groans of pain, but cries of pleasure, her body straining towards the whip, not away. She mewled as she orgasmed, fluids running down her legs again. When her front was pink, I started spinning the whip in a circle, light, not hard, and whisking upward into her pussy, the strands flicking against her unfurled folds. She groaned loudly, dancing on her toes, yet still climaxed hard, her body reacting to both the vibe and the soft stranded whip.
"Oooohhh," she said, "I'm cumming so hard, so hard."
I stopped and pushed two fingers up her sheath and felt her orgasmic contractions pressing against my fingers. I fucked her with my fingers, extending her climax, her body trembling in her bonds, quivering so hard the bed shook. I let her shaking ease before withdrawing from her cunt, slick and wet. I fed her the fingers and she licked herself off them. I removed the plug from her ass, released her hands and feet and bent her over the bed. I pushed into the space vacated by her plug, deep into her ass, sliding easily through the velvet sheath of her rectum.
"Fuck my ass, Master. Fuck me hard."
"You're the epitome of sex, little slave; the perfect slut submissive," I panted. "My everything."
"Cum in my ass, Master. Fill your slut with your cum."
"I intend to, little slave."
I bucked hard into her butt, pumping away. Marcia moaned her way through another climax, her rectum clamping like a vise as she spasmed. I was so inflexible, erect since getting home, yearning for this moment. I slid through her rectal ring, steel to her flesh, pounding, pummeling, battering, slamming into her while she moaned her gratification. She shuddered through another orgasm, pulsing on my cock and I let go, flooding her with my cream. I was breathing hard, my heart pounding, hands on either side of her waist, keeping me from collapsing on her. My cock continued pumping, releasing the store of cum in my sack. When I was emptied, my cock withered and I pulled out, her rectum momentarily gapping, then slowly closing without anything in it. A drop of my cum ran from her crinkled sphincter down to her cunt.
"Let's take a bath, little slave, and clean up before we eat."
