I advise everyone to read the previous two chapters before starting on this one as this is a direct follow-on from chapter 2. If not, you may become confused.
None of us got back to where we belonged that night. Katy and Kyra and I tucked ourselves under a sheet and tangled together in the big bed. We gave the pets a blanket and let them sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. To be honest very little was needed in covering as the nighttime temperatures only dipped to a pleasant level and we had each other for warmth.
I zonked out completely and wasn't even aware until mid-morning that Kyra had quietly crept out and gone back to her duties. I must say that I had become very impressed with the room service staff that the hotel provided. They were all young and pretty and their uniforms showed off their shapely figures. When I finally woke up at about mid-morning the sun had been up for hours, and the day was beginning to warm up.
I was dragged back into the world by Katy who was nuzzling between my thighs and licking at my pussy. I lay back and let her do her best. I came but only a gentle morning cum unlike the monster from last night. What better way to start the day. She re-emerged from under the sheet and gave me a long kiss and I could taste myself on her lips. Then she rolled across me to grab the phone. She ordered coffee and croissants for breakfast with strawberry jam which delighted me. Inevitably they were delivered by one of the room service girls and, although she was as delightful to watch as all the others, we didn't retain her. I think we were all too exhausted from yesterday. The long and tiring travel and our first few adventures had certainly taken it out on me.
We woke the two pets by simply pulling their blanket off them and they complained bitterly but we allowed them to eat breakfast with us, all four of us sitting naked at a table on the veranda occasionally waving to passers-by, and the pets finally cheered up. Then I put my underwear and dress back on, clipped mum's lead to her collar and we said our goodbyes, promising to have another session with Katy and slut in a few days' time. I think Katy understood that I was anxious to explore more of the island hotel. As it turned out I needn't have bothered dressing for the walk back to our cabin as everyone we saw was either clad in an outrageously minimal bikini or was totally nude. Even mum was getting used to her new naked status and didn't tug on the lead like she did before.
When we got back to our cabin, I was glad to get rid of my clothes and put on one of my most daring bikinis. Back home it would have been daring but here, on the island, it was simply the norm. it was red and about as tiny as I dared. The bottom was little more than a very small thong, comprising a single triangle of bright red, held together by red strings. My bottom was not covered at all as the rear string just went between my cheeks. If I'd bent over, you could have seen my arsehole! I looked at myself in the mirror, bending this way and that. It was no more revealing than I had seen anywhere else around the hotel, so I accepted how I felt wearing it. Basically, it made me feel sexy and also very horny. The top was no less concealing, it also consisted of a few strings holding together two small triangles of cloth. I did worry how they would stay in place but since no one else seemed to care, I thought, why should I? if a boob popped out then what the fuck.
Mum's eyes widened in shock when I finally revealed myself to her.
"You can't go out like that," she protested.
"Shut up, bitch. I think it suits me. Anyway, you're revealing more than me anyway," I grinned, and she blushed as she realised the truth. "Come on, we're going shopping."
I picked up her lead and dragged her out the door before she could protest any more. As we walked to the main building no one seemed to pay me a second glance which was fine by me. I was beginning to relax into the style of the hotel. I went up to the girl at reception and asked her where the shops were. She told me to turn right outside the entrance and I couldn't miss them, and it was true.
I quickly found a row of shops that were designed to cater specifically to the needs and desires of the clientele of the hotel. The first one I found was one selling a variety of sex toys. Ideal, I thought, after last night. I tied pet outside and told her she wasn't allowed. Not strictly true but the hooks were outside for their leads so why not.
It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. The rabbit was a definite since I had first experienced it last night. I added a large strap-on to my basket. It is odd that since my awakening into the realms of sex I had never experienced a dick, either real or plastic, and I was curious. In fact, the rabbit that had gone in me last night was the first thing ever to go into my cunt apart from mum's fingers. I had enjoyed the rabbit more than I can describe so perhaps I would enjoy this new toy. I wondered what it would feel like either worn by mum or some random stranger or how I would feel using it on mum. Such things lay in the future. I was about to cash out when my eye was caught by a sparkly jewel. I asked the counter girl what it was and was told it was called a butt-plug. I was none the wiser.
"It goes up the rear end," she tried to explain.
Neither mum nor I had ever tried playing with anything anal, but I thought it might look good on mum.
"Can I bring my pet in to see how it fits?" I asked and she said it was fine. I went out and unclipped mum's lead and pulled her into the shop.
"Its your lucky day," I told her, "I'm going to buy you a present, something shiny and sparkly. You know how much you love shiny, sparkly crap."
Her face lit up with excitement and she almost skipped forward eagerly.
"It just has to be fitted," I told her, "So do as you're told, or you don't get, understand?"
"Yes, Miss Laura," she replied, "I promise to behave."
I pushed her forward and the woman took over. Taking her arm, she led her to the bench. It was an odd piece of furniture. A single leather-covered bar, supported at about waist height. Bitch was made to bend over it. She started to wriggle in discomfort, scared of what might be about to happen. The woman, for whom this was a daily occurrence leant forward and spoke into her ear. Her voice was quiet but full of force.
"Reach back miss and pull your cheeks apart."
"What..." said mother in panic and tried to rise.
"Do as your told, bitch," I told her severely.
