An Afternoon At the Beach (Part one)

 

This morning Master woke up in a very good mood. My morning spanking was  light, almost playful unlike yesterday's which had left still visible marks on my ass  and thighs.

 

"Sweets, today we go to the beach. Go pack a lunch. We'll stop for  breakfast and ice on the way." I quickly arose and hurried off to make  lunch, while Master showered and glanced at the morning paper.

 

"What shall I wear, Master?"

 

"All you'll need is that blue longyi and sandals."

 

"No bikini?", I asked hopefully.

 

"No."

 

Damn. No swimming for me. Oh well.  The ocean is so cold here, swimming  
is not all that pleasant anyway. But a bit of sun bathing would be nice.  Still the longyi can easily be pulled up so I can get some sun on my  legs.

 

I stepped into the longyi and tied it tightly over my breasts as Master  had taught me, then quickly stepped into my sandals. Master hates it  when he senses that I am dawdling, even if I'm not.

 

He came back from the garage with a small ice chest and a small leather  case. "Here. Put in your discipline collar, leash, cuffs and the braided  dog whip." He tossed me the leather case.

 

I hesitated only a moment before, "Yes, Master" and hurried off. I hated  that dog whip. I don't know what possessed me to buy it for him as a  gift last Christmas. It hurts like hell even when he is not using it  hard, and leaves long ugly weals. But what would he do with them at the  beach? He never disciplines me that way in public.

 

I came out of the bedroom, the case filled as he asked, but before I  could ask about the day he told me. "Today, pet, I want you to be my  pet, my little bitch dog. From now until we get back, you will not say a  word. If I ask you something that can't be answered with a yes or no,  you will whine like a dog. For yes, bark once. For no bark twice. Do you  understand?

 

I started to say my usual "Yes, Master", but something in his look  caught me and instead I went, "Arf".

 

"Arf? Is that a dog's bark? What kind of dog goes 'ARF'?"

 

I made whining sounds and then tried a "WOOF".

 

"That sounds like a toy Saint Bernard. Maybe you should stick to the  ARF. Can you wag your tail?"

 

I ARFed and wiggled my ass.

 

He laughed. "I knew you would be a natural at tail wagging." He patted  my hair and scratched behind my ear. I licked his hand and he smiled at  me. "Good dog." This could be fun!

 

He took the leash out of the case and snapped it onto my every day collar, then handed me the case and ice chest to carry out to the car.

 

No one was around this early on a Sunday morning so I got to the car  with only a small blush to show my humiliation. In a few minutes we were  driving down the freeway, his hand stroking my cunt as he almost  mindlessly did whenever we drove anywhere. I leaned back and closed my  eyes, enjoying the feel of his hand, the way his fingers so very gently  touched and caressed my clit. In only a few minutes I was on the edge of  coming. I usually warned him when this happened so I could get  permission to orgasm.

I started whining.

He ignored me.

My hands started  moving to his but I stopped them. Only once had I ever tried to stop him  with my hands. I'll never do that again.

 

Then the torture began. I tried counting cars, reading bill boards,  going over last week's household budget. I glanced at him. He seemed to  be intent on watching the road. Did he know what he was doing to me? Or  was this a game. I never knew.

 

I found my hips starting to push forward into his hand. Damn hips! Don't  do that! I whined louder, more pitifully, I hoped. It worked. He turned  to me, his hand stopping for a moment. "Oh, does doggie need to go for a  walk? Have to pee?"

 

I didn't really, but that sounded like a good idea at the time, so I  ARFed once. I could run into the rest room at a gas station and calm  down.

 

"Okay. Good doggie for telling me." He patted my head and pulled the car  off the next exit. There was a short strip of grass next to the freeway  with a few shrubs scattered here and there. He opened the door and  slipped the leash on me, tugging me out of the car.

 

I started panicking. Surely he didn't expect me to pee here.

 

But he did.

 

"Dogs don't usually walk on their hind legs, do they?"

 

Shit! Trapped by my own lie. I ARFed twice and slowly bent over so my  hands were on the ground. He tugged at the leash and led me to a bush.  "How about this one?" I looked around. No one was looking. I could hear  the cars whizzing by on the freeway just above me. But I couldn't do it. 


"ARF, ARF".

 

"No? How do you know? You haven't sniffed it yet. Maybe it's a good  place for a dog to go. Give it a good sniff." I wanted to curl up and  die. How could he do this to me?

"Well?"

I pushed my head forward and  sniffed. I don't know what odor my nose picked up. It didn't smell like  a plant. Then I felt arousal creeping down my stomach into my loins. How  could I become aroused being treated like a dog? At the same time I felt  tears welling up in my eyes.

 

I quickly crawled back to Master and put my arms around his legs,  holding him tightly. He didn't say anything for a while then patted my  hair, listening to me sob as I started crying. "I guess you didn't  really have to go did you?" I shook my head and managed two quasi-ARFs.  He sighed and walked to the car, tugging on my leash. "Get in." I stood  up and got in. He unleashed me and tossed the leash in the back. In a  moment we were back on the road. But no hand was between my legs.

 

When we pulled off for breakfast he was quiet. I sat across from him,  not daring to look at him. He ordered for us as he usually does without  asking me. After a quiet breakfast he pulled out some bills and tossed  them on the table. "Here. Go buy some ice across the street and put it  in the ice chest."

 

I forgot and started to say, "Yes, M..." but stopped and let out a  pitiful ARF. He didn't say anything, so I took the money and headed off.  


We stopped again at a small grocery and bought some sandwiches and  drinks. A bit later we were back on the road.

 

"This was supposed to be a fun day.", he said after a while. "But even  on fun days you can't lie to me. It would have been better to have come  without permission than to lie to me." I squirmed in my seat, not  knowing how a dog could agree, so I nodded. "Think about this and when  we get home tonight, you can talk to me about it. Then I'll decide what  should be done." His hand went to my thigh and rested there, just an  inch away from my clit.

 

Soon we were at the turn off to the beach. But he drove right past it  without a word. Sometimes his mind goes into automatic. Had he forgotten  to turn? Were we on the way to the university? I made some questioning  whines and he smiled. "I didn't miss the turn off."

 

A few exits later he did turn off and then another turn onto a small  bumpy road that soon became a dirt road. Ahead I saw a few cars parked  where the road ended. He stopped and we got out.

 

It was a beautiful spot, cliffs surrounding a small strip of beach a  hundred feet or so below us. A narrow path wound down to the beach where  a few people were already enjoying the morning sun. He gave me the ice  chest, snapped the leash on, and with the other case in his hand started  down the path. I followed.

 

As we went down I noticed that there were mostly men at the beach and  all were naked. Master stopped all of a sudden with a "Damn. I forgot  the blanket. It's in the trunk of the car. Sit that down and go get it." 


The thing I hate most about our relationship, maybe the only thing I  really hate, is having to run and fetch things. But it goes with the  territory, so with a sigh I do as I'm told. Master is very forgetful, a  real absentminded professor, so I end up being the one to go get things  he forgets.

 

As I got near the top of the cliff I heard a woman's angry voice. "Bad  doggie.", followed by the sound of something being struck and a whining  sound. I bristle at the thought of anyone mistreating a dog and hurried  the few steps to the top. A woman was standing over a man kneeling at  her feet, unfastening a leash from the collar attached to him. He had a  fresh weal on his back, I assumed from the quirt she had in her hand.  She saw me and sniffed haughtily before starting off down the path to  the beach. I felt embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

 

He stood up, grinned at me, and picked up a large chest to follow her. He had on a skimpy thong, his body beautifully tanned and muscled. My  eyes couldn’t stay away from the large bulge in the front of his thong.  He hurried on by me, glancing back once with a bold look before  disappearing down the path.

 

A small warning bell was starting to ring in the back of my mind as I  got the blanket.

 

Master had carried the ice chest the rest of the way and had chosen a  spot in the morning shade under the cliff. I spread out the blanket and  kneeled to wait for instructions.

 

"Hmmmm. Dogs don’t kneel, do they." I tried to think how a dog sat. Ass  on ground, hind feet forward, fore paws on the ground. I didn’t think I  could sit like that. My legs were too long. I leaned forward and put my  elbows on the ground and brought my face down to my hands. "Good! That  will do fine. You can even roll over on your back and I can scratch your  stomach."

 

I tried to get back into the mood so I stuck my tongue out and panted a  bit. Master laughed out loud as he watched. "You must have been a dog in  some prior life!". I ARFed.

 

I looked up at him standing there staring at me, such a proud look on  his face. Deck shoes, faded denims, a blue tee shirt, and that captain’s  hat he wore so often. He was so handsome. How wonderful it felt to be  his.

 

He sat down on the blanket and I crawled over to him to put my head in  his lap. He smiled and stroked my hair. Bliss! Warm morning, cool ocean  breezes, beautiful blue sky, my love stroking me with his hand; what  more could I ask for?

 

After a bit he stood up and stretched. "Let’s walk along the beach.  Perhaps some mermaids will sing to me." I smiled at his Prufrock  reference and started to comment before settling for an "ARF".

 

He reached over and untied my longyi. Uh oh. "Doggies don’t wear clothes  at the beach." It slipped down and I stepped out of it, looking around  to see who was watching. Of course no one was. It was a nude beach,  after all. He snapped the leash on my collar and off we started. He  stopped and looked at me, for a bit. "Hmmmm. This won’t quite do. Dogs  don’t walk on two legs." He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I don’t  want you getting your knees all raw from the sand.  Try walking on hands  and feet."

 

I looked at him blankly for a moment. Hands and feet? Is he kidding? No.  He was serious.

 

I bent over until my hands touched the sand. This caused my ass to stick  up. I bent my legs a bit to lower it but then I had to spread my thighs  a bit exposing myself dreadfully. I tried to look up at him with a  pleading look on my face but even that was hard with my head so low.

 

"Not very doggie like, but I suppose it will have to do." He reached in  the bag and pulled out a tennis ball. I silently screamed "NO!" as it  came to me what he was about to have me do. I just knew he had that evil  grin on his face, the one he gets whenever I’m about to suffer some new  indignity or pain.

 

I heard him move quickly and then the command, "Fetch." I winced  thinking about how silly I must look but couldn’t bring myself to move.  "Well?"

I whined.

"Do it."

Please, Master.

"Now!"

 

I started moving away towards the ocean. Where was the ball, anyway?  With my head so low it was hard to see. I assumed it would roll downhill  so I started that way. God, how awful. I quickly found that putting my  hands flat was painful so I switched to making small fists. Then this  image of our trip to the zoo and especially the gorilla exhibit came to  me. I was using my knuckles like they did. I could feel an even stronger blush creeping up my neck and into my face.

 

I spotted the bright green of the ball and waddled over to it. It was  covered with sand, of course. I had no idea if I could even pick it up  in my mouth. I bent down and blew on it, causing some of the loose sand  to fall off. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and surprised  myself by actually getting a grip on it.

 

How could I possibly feel proud of my self at that moment? I’m sure I  looked absolutely ridiculous, totally naked, ass in the air, pussy  gaping open behind, and a green ball in my mouth. Still there was this  rush of having achieved something. I must be sick to feel this way. I  turned and started back.

 

It was easier going back up than down. My ass didn’t feel quite as high  
and I could straighten out my legs more. I saw Master’s legs and headed  
towards him. "Good girl!" He patted me on the head and I dropped the  
ball at his feet.

That was a mistake. I had slobbered all over one side  of the ball and now sand was stuck all over it. He bent over and  carefully picked it up with thumb and forefinger, shaking it a bit to  get some of the sand off. Then another swift movement and another  "Fetch".

 

"NO", I screamed to myself, as I started to wonder how long it would be  before he tired of this game. But along with the embarrassment, the  humiliation, was the realization that I was incredibly aroused. Deep  down I knew that with each of these little games we played, the bond  between us grew stronger; that a few days from now when I was 500 miles away, I would recapture this moment again and again with feelings of  love as well as arousal. So I turned and actually tried trotting after  the ball.

 

I got a mouth full of sand when I picked it up and even more when I had  to pick it up a second time after dropping it. I had never seen a dog  spit, so after I dropped it at his feet I tried gathering the sand into  a wad in my mouth. I wasn’t going to swallow the sand, but I thought I  would spit it out when I went off to "fetch" again.

 

But Master tired of the game quicker than I thought and instead of  tossing it a third time sat down and pulled me onto his lap to cuddle.

 

"I love you so much, mi dulce esclavita." I started melting into his  arms. He bent down to kiss me. I had a mouth full of spit and sand. I  had never refused a kiss from him, so being a good slave, I swallowed  hard and opened my mouth for his tongue.

 

Fun at the Beach, (Part II)

 

"Hello, Lawrence." A woman's voice interrupted the idyllic moment. I 

felt Master raise his head from mine as his hands pressed down on me to 

indicate I should keep my position.

 

"Felicity! How are you?" Did I detect a note of pleasure in his voice? 

Who the hell is Felicity? Already my feelings for her were becoming less felicitous.

 

I felt Master stand up, leaving me stretched out on the blanket on my 

stomach. I carefully peeked around and saw him move closer to her and 

hold out his arms for a hug. It was the woman at the top of the cliff, 

the one with the male slave. Pretty with a thin tight body and the 

skimpiest bikini I could imagine. I turned my head away before they 

hugged.

 

The pleasantries between them like old dear friends - or former lovers - 

exchange were hardly heard by me as my green monster roared out of its 

cage. I felt my thighs pressing together and my ass cheeks clenching as 

I forced myself to stay in position.

 

" ... my slave, lani. She's been mine for almost five years now."

 

"She's lovely, Lawrence. I saw her briefly at the top of the cliff. Why 

don't you have her turn around so I can get a better look at her."

 

Shit. I hoped I didn't have to go through my display positions in front 

of this bitch.

 

"In a moment, Fel. Who do you have on the end of your leash?"

 

"Who? What you mean." I could feel her evil smile. "This is my pet, 

teddie. I picked him up a few months ago. He had been pretty well 

trained but still has a few things to learn, right pet?" I glanced 

furtively over my other shoulder at her "pet". It was the man in thongs, 

this time naked, squatting in the sand, his cock, half erect, dangling 

between his thighs pointing in my direction, his eyes staring intently 

at my ass.

 

"Woof"

 

Had Master arranged this? It seemed too much of a coincidence. Maybe 

there were more doggie slaves at the beach today. He rarely tells me 

what to expect when we go out. Says he likes to keep me on my toes. On 

my knees would be more accurate.

 

And this started out as such a great day.

 

"Nice, Fel. You always had such good taste in slaves." I heard her light 

laugh.

 

"Lani. Display. Position one."

 

Shit. Double shit. He was going to do it. Without thinking my body 

started moving as it was taught. I turned around and got to my knees, 

hands behind head, back straight, shoulders back so my breasts were 

nicely displayed, head submissively bowed, knees wide apart, thrusting 

my bare sex out in case someone wanted to touch it.

 

"She's really cute, Lawrence." Her hand patted my head. "I see you still 

like small breasted slaves." Small? My breasts weren't small. They were 

just right for my body. I felt my face starting to burn. Then I felt 

Master's hand at the back of my head over my hands caressing me, calming 

me, telling me it would be okay. It always amazes me how quickly that 

calms me down.

 

I could see Teddie still squatting a few feet in front of me, his cock 

now fully erect, a big grin on his face. Damn. He was big. I couldn't 

help wondering what it would feel like to have him inside me. I glanced 

at his face. Sort of cute if you like that European model look.

 

Damn. I do. He was staring at me. Shit. I could feel my body starting to 

react. Damned body. I no longer have any control over it. What will 

Master think if he sees me getting aroused by this man? Then I realized 

I was staring at him, too. I looked down at his cock. It was bobbing up 

and down. Why? Oh God! Is Master going to mate me with him like a bitch 

in heat? The thought scared the hell out of me and at the same time 

started a flood between my legs. Sometimes I had long strings of what 

Master called my love juice dangling from my pussy. Was it showing? I 

bent forward a little to look.

 

"Position two, pet."

 

No! But my body was well trained. It immediately started into position, 

face in the sand, back arched down to present my ass and cunt, knees 

still wide apart, arms stretched forward with wrists crossed to receive 

binding.

 

"Nice, Lawrence. So well trained."

 

"Yes." I could feel the tone of pride in my Master's voice.

 

"See how nicely she's trained, Teddie?"

 

"Woof."

 

I heard soft crunching in the sand as she walked around behind me. 

Master knelt beside me, again his hand gently massaging the back of my 

neck, helping me to get through this.

 

"May I touch her, Lawrence?" No. Please say no.

 

I waited as the hand continued to stroke my neck.

 

"Sure. No penetration, please."

 

I felt a soft hand touch the small of my back then a single finger 

tracing my backbone down to my ass. I shuddered.

 

"Lovely skin. Where is she from?"

 

"She's from Mexico. Her father was Japanese."

 

'That explains the exquisite shape of her eyes."

 

Now both hands were on my hips, her thumbs almost touching. She slowly 

spread my ass cheeks apart as I frantically tried to keep them closed.

 

"She doesn't like this, Lawrence. Don't you use her here?" The hand 

stopped stroking my neck for a moment.

 

"She's not had much experience with a woman, Fel." Then to me, "Relax. 

Don't fight it." His hand started stroking me again. I forced my self to 

relax my ass cheeks.

 

"She responds so well to you. She must love you deeply." Her hands once 

again opened me up.

 

"What a cute little anal button. I bet she's really tight back here. Oh 

look. She's already dripping wet."

 

I was losing it. I could feel myself slowly sinking down, down, down. I 

started blocking her out, concentrating on Master's touch, knowing he 

wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to me. As always, it worked. My 

mind removed itself from my body and just observed. I pictured Feli-

shitty looking at my ass and started smiling at the notion of my body 

farting. I could feel a giggle building up which I had to work hard at 

suppressing. Her voice became tiny, something far off.

 

"Here Teddie." I heard him crunching in the sand as he moved around 

behind me. "God, look at his cock. He's ready to fuck her." I felt a 

light touch and then several short sniffs. "Does she smell good?"

 

"Woof." Then strong hands on my hips pulling me back.

 

"No Teddie. Bad doggie", followed by the sound of a whip against skin. I 

pulled away and rolled over on my side, doubling my knees up against my 

chest. Felicity had him on a short leash with a choke collar. She was 

pulling on him and lashing at his back at the same time. He went to his 

knees and put his head on the ground in front of her, whining. I cringed 

as she let him have several hard welt raising strokes across his back.

 

"Jeez, Fel, where did you get this one? I hope he is just playing the 

dog."

 

"I'm sure he is. He's a big teddy bear, aren't you sweetie?"

 

Teddie whined and woofed sullenly or perhaps with disappointment. I was 

never good at translating barks.

 

"God, he really wants to fuck her Lawrence. Don't you snookums."

 

"Woof"

 

I stole a quick look at Master who was rolling his eyes. I didn't know 

if I should get back in position or not so I just laid there quietly not 

at all happy with the way the conversation was going nor with the way my 

body was reacting. Could I actually allow myself to be fucked by some 

stud like a bitch in heat? I was repulsed on one level and attracted on 

another. I couldn't help wonder if anyone had brought a condom.

 

"I brought a condom." Damn her. Was she reading my mind.

 

Master clipped a leash on my collar and pointed to his side. I quickly 

rose to my knees and crawled over next to him. "We'll see. Let's take a 

walk along the beach, show off our pets."

 

"I've done that already." She had such a whiny pouty tone. It must be 

awful to have her as an owner.

 

"Well I haven't.", he snapped and turned quickly, yanking irritably on 

my leash. "I'm not sure this doggie game is such a good idea." Then to 

me, "Stand up, turn around." He snapped my wrist cuffs together behind 

my back. I stared down at the blanket but could see teddie just out of 

the corner of my eyes. He was lying on his side facing me, a hand 

stroking his cock. I tried not to look but found my eyes wandering back 

again and again to his cock and the impudent look in his eyes as he 

stared openly at my cunt.

 

"Teddie! You naughty dog." She giggled and swatted at him lightly with 

her whip. He yelped and rolled over close to her to start licking her 

feet. "Honestly, Lawrence, I don't think I can control him much longer.

 

Master was rummaging around in our bag. "If I have to control him, Fel, 

he's not likely to want to fuck for some time." He pulled out the strict 

posture collar and stood up. I don't think Master was as large as teddie 

but the look on his face spelled a determination that made me feel safe.

 

I waited quietly as Master tightened the collar and slipped the padlock 

through it. As always my body produced a wave of goose flesh as I heard 

the click of the lock. I slipped down, down, down, to that space again, 

aware only of Master and his words, ready to do whatever he asked of me.

 

"You may walk upright." He gave a tug and we headed off down the beach. 

I heard him muttering under his breath, "She can be such a bitch at 

times..." I knew he wasn't speaking of me.

 

The walk along the beach was pleasant. I kept my head up, not that the 

collar would allow me to lower it, but with pride. My eyes were down 

almost closed. I watched Master's bare feet and rolled up pants as he 

walked along, sometimes into the water sometimes onto the hot dry sand. 

Some people along the beach stared at us but no one said anything. I was 

glad this was an adults only beach.

 

Then I saw a young woman come out of the ocean in front of us and glance 

our way. She did a double take and stopped right in front of us to 

stare, her mouth open, eyes big. Master stopped suddenly. "Yes?"

 

"I'm sorry." And she quickly darted up the beach to her towel. I smiled 

inwardly. I knew what she felt, the yearning to be taken like I was. She 

was young and pretty. I glanced over at her sitting down on a blanket 

with three other girls her age. They were giggling and staring. She was 

just staring, her mouth still not closed.

 

Soon after Master stopped and hugged me tightly. "You okay?" he 

whispered in my ear.

 

"I'm fine, Master, very fine", the words out before I remembered I 

wasn't allowed to speak when in this collar.

 

He hugged me for a while, ignoring the break in protocol. "Just 

remember, honey, I love you very much."

 

I knew it was okay to answer. We connect on such a deep empathetic 

level. "It's okay, Master. I'll be fine." I also knew then I was to be 

fucked that day by teddie.

 

He kissed me long and hard. I could feel some wetness on my cheek and 

knew he was weeping a little. He sighed. "Let's go." He unclicked my 

collar and wrist cuffs and we walked back along the beach hand in hand 

like the lovers we were.

 

As we passed the four girls the one so entranced was sitting alone on 

her blanket. I looked at her and smiled. Some day, if you are lucky, you 

too will meet your real Master, one who owns your soul as well as your 

body.