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Island Fever 2: Eternity
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 03: "Athenaeum"
-*- Saturday, December 7, 2013 -*-
Eavesdropping on them from the comfort of my voyeur room,
I smiled as Trish and Lindsay shared a rather intimate kiss
just outside the mansion near the pool. The two ladies -
both of whom were gorgeous, stunning, bombshell blondes -
were also hugging and caressing each other at the same time.
Even better, they had recently stripped all of their clothing
off and were now completely and wondrously nude.
"I love you so much, Lindsay," Trish said, a very wide,
far-reaching smile upon her enchanting face once their mutual
kiss finally ended. "Being with you makes me so happy."
Lindsay giggled and tightened the embrace upon her shapely
girlfriend. "I am happy when I am with you too, Trish. I am
happy we were able to get back together after what happened
between us earlier in the year. You know I am sorry for all
of that, right? It was all my fault. At least now, you and I
have the opportunity to make everything right. And we have."
Trish frowned. "Sometimes I still find myself holding
back with you. I... I'm afraid of saying too much, and
possibly scaring you off again like what happened in June."
"You won't scare me," Lindsay insisted. "I'm different
now. It's really okay if someone loves and cares for me. I
consider it an honor that you love me so much. When we first
came to the island, Trish, I was all confused. No one ever
talked to me the way you did. No one was ever so nice and
concerned for me like you were. It was too much all at once.
I was scared. I did not want to make a commitment. But as
the summer went on, I began to realize that this is where I
wanted to be - with Jeremy, with you, and with the others. I
am different now! Tell me anything, Trishy."
"Trishy?" the Canadian giggled. "That's a new one." She
paused for an instant, but soon added, "Well... you always
tell me to be open and honest with what I say. Remember when
you and I first met each other back in June at the airport in
Miami? You had just flown in from Cincinnati, and I'd come
from Toronto. We were boarding the flight to Lima. My WHOLE
WORLD stopped when I got my first glimpse of you."
Trish smiled at the memories, then went on, "You had on
your little black pair of spandex pants, the white concert
tour t-shirt for Carrie Underwood, and a pink windbreaker
jacket that I never really saw again. Your hair was messy
but still really cute; you had it pinned-up."
Lindsay snickered. "I remember that! I had to wake up
SOOOOO early that morning, and was not used to it. I was
running late, and barely had any time to fix my hair."
"I was in love with you from the very instant I saw you,"
Trish confessed. "As I said, my whole world stopped when I
saw you. I was like, OH MY GOD... who is that? Is there a
Miss Teen Universe beauty pageant happening in Miami that I
did not know about?" Lindsay's face blushed a crimson red
at those kind words and she even bit her lower lip as Trish
added, "Then I saw the black wristband around your elbow."
Lindsay nodded her head. "I remember that, too. Jeremy
asked all of us to wear black wristbands on our right elbow.
I had mine on over top of the jacket. I saw yours, too. It
was Jeremy's way of getting us to notice each other before
any of us had even met. It was a smart idea."
"My heart melted," Trish swooned, "when you came up to me
and pointed to my wristband, and then asked me in that sweet,
innocent, little voice of yours, _Excuse me, ma'am, but are
you headed to Peru? An island off its coast, by chance?_."
Lindsay giggled merrily. "I called you ma'am."
Trish shuddered. "I knew right then and there, I was not
going to let you out of my sights. Ever. I wanted to drop
everything and marry you on the spot. I wanted to take you
home and play HOUSE with you for the next 50 or 60 years."
Trish took a deep breath and smiled. "Nothing has changed
since, except the fact that I love you even more now."
"Awwwww..." Lindsay cooed, as she linked hands with Trish
and slowly guided her toward the mansion. "Come on, let's
go back inside. You sat next to me on the flight to Peru
and we became friends, Trish. We went to the island that
night in Jeremy's big boat. I remember feeling sick, but
you stayed by my side the entire cruise and comforted me."
Lindsay squealed and yelped with delight as Trish offered
her precious, tight ass a playful slap from behind. Wanting
her to move along, Trish slapped Lindsay's backside again.
Finally, the little hellcat got the idea, and she scampered
the final few steps into the mansion.
Once Trish joined her there, Lindsay gave the luscious
30-year-old a truly heated kiss. The pair of ladies moaned
and shivered together as one, which caused my cock to begin
to rustle about within my trousers and show signs of life.
God Bless the voyeur room!
I growled myself and watched with interested eyes as their
kiss continued. Trish and Lindsay were exchanging tongues
between their open-mouthed kiss. I zoomed in for a closer
look with the hidden camera, which did nothing but force my
pulsing shaft to finally reach its fully erect potential.
"All I've ever wanted to do is hold and kiss you!" Trish
exclaimed once their lips finally parted. "Oh God... you're
the sweetest little thing I've ever seen in my entire LIFE!"
Trish placed both hands upon Lindsay's humble, B-cup breasts
and began fondling them. "Your body is so irresistible!"
Taking the compliment in stride, Lindsay reached out and
cupped Trish's large, D-cup breasts. "And you have the best
body I have ever seen on a woman." She pouted for an instant
and added, "I can't tell you how many times in the past that
I wished my breasts were as big as yours." Lindsay glanced
downward for a moment and concluded, "Mine look like little
mole-hills compared to yours."
"I don't want you to change," Trish stressed, kissing her
girlfriend on the lips. "Your body is perfect the way it is.
Every person on this island will tell you the same thing."
"Oh, I know," Lindsay smiled. "Between all of the things
that you and Jeremy have said to me, and even the others, I
am very secure with my body now. I used to be extremely
jealous of girls like you, Trish, but not anymore. I am
proud of my body and the way that I look."
"As you should be," Trish agreed.
"I always thought people wanted girls with big breasts
like yours but now I know differently," Lindsay commented.
"Not everyone is the same. And people like variety, too.
All I have to do is put on a cheerleader or schoolgirl
uniform, and Jeremy forgets about everyone else but me.
He will even forget Kristanna!" Lindsay giggled and ended,
"Well... for a little bit, at least."
"Those uniforms you have are really, really naughty..."
Trish smirked. "They make you look SOOOOO young." With a
glint in her eyes, Trish went on, "I'd love it if you would
put one of them on for me. I've never been with a
cheerleader before... especially one as sexy as you."
"The only person I have ever dressed up for is Jeremy,"
Lindsay murmured. "I do it because it makes him happy."
"Can you dress up for me?" Trish squealed, now pleading.
"I would give anything to see you in that little blue and
yellow cheerleader uniform you have, and then make love to
you with it still on. Anything at all..."
"Anything?" Lindsay grinned. "Hmmmmm. Well, one thing
does come to mind. You have to..."
"Plow that little ass of yours with a strap-on?" Trish
interjected, nodding her head. She kissed Lindsay and said,
"I know you too well, baby. I know what you want."
"Then all we would need is Jeremy's cock for my pussy!"
Lindsay snickered. "A cock in my pussy and a dildo in my
ass. Hmmmmm... a dildo for my mouth, too. Krissy?"
Trish laughed and countered, "I think they're both a bit
tired, sweetheart. Last I saw them, Krissy and Jeremy were
talking about taking a nap or even going back to bed. You
know that they had a really long flight from Maryland and
then Florida yesterday. Air travel can definitely do that
to you. It tires me out, personally, like nothing else."
"Tired?" Lindsay responded, shaking her head. "Bet you
anything that Krissy and Jeremy are having sex right now.
And that Devon is with them, too."
"I don't know, but I saw Amy with..."
"I need to have a talk with Amy," Lindsay said, her eyes
flashing with an uncharacteristic amount of anger. "Jeremy
told me something this morning, and I need to talk to Amy
about it. She and I are going to have it out big-time."
"Oh?" Trish was concerned. "What's going on?"
"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Just like that, Lindsay
was all smiles and beaming with joy again. "Would you like
me to go and put that cheerleader uniform on right now?"
"Oh God, honey," Trish responded, suddenly short of breath,
her voice hoarse and weak. "I'd love for you to!"
"You go get that purple dildo that I like so much in my
ass," Lindsay told her. "You know, the big strap-on. You
might as well get another one for my pussy, too, because I
want you to do me in both places. Meanwhile, I will go put
my cheerleader uniform on, and meet you back here in five
minutes. How does that sound?"
"You got yourself a deal!" Trish gleefully exclaimed, as
the two ladies kissed and then temporarily parted ways.
"Hmmmmm... she is early," I mumbled to myself, looking at
my wristwatch, as the monitor here within the voyeur room
which oversaw the long corridor to where I was located - the
master suite - flickered to life. Walking along briskly, Amy
had triggered the hidden motion detector that was linked with
the surveillance system. "12:55," I nodded, standing up from
the control panel and then making my way out to the bedroom.
I dreaded the idea of not being able to sit back in the
voyeur room and watch Trish violate Lindsay's ass with a
massive strap-on dildo, but knew that the cameras were rolling
and I could watch their coupling in real time whenever I felt
like it. Still, there was nothing quite like watching it
live. But I had an important afternoon lined up with Amy. It
was probably not going to be a pleasant one for her, either.
When there was a gentle knock upon the door, I was there
to open it immediately.
"Hi Jeremy," Amy greeted me with a smile that was one part
uncomfortable, the other part playful. "You told me after
breakfast this morning to meet you here at one o'clock?"
I stepped away from her and moved toward the bed. "I did.
Come inside, Amy. Close and the lock the door behind you."
The young woman was bubbling with anticipation. I could
see it across her face and in her body language. Amy was
under the impression that I was going to spend the afternoon
doing things to her body that would make her cry and scream
out in erotic mercy. She was only partially correct.
About once a week, I would turn totally dominant with Amy
and treat her like a sex toy. Amy, of course, wished it was
much more often (like every day), but I was still adjusting
to the lifestyle and nuances of being a dominant man.
Plus, I still did not particularly care for the more harsh
and physical play that Amy herself seemed to crave. Yet the
physical pain and discomfort was what Amy enjoyed - it _did
things to her mind_, she claimed, so I had to strike a safe
balance where I could keep her happy and satisfied while not
disturbing myself too much at the same time.
"Should I address you as Master right now?" she asked,
hopeful, latching the door behind her.
In full dominant mode, I narrowed my gaze at her and
retorted, "What do you think?"
"Yes, Master," Amy nodded, nearly stumbling over her own
feet. "I'm sorry, Master." She quickly dropped to her knees
near the entrance and placed both hands behind her back, then
jutted her large breasts outward in an awesome display of
total submission. She knew her to present herself to me.
"Take your top off," I demanded.
"Yes, Master." The slinky, little half-shirt, which fit
her body like a glove, was literally off in the blink of an
eye. Amy's bare breasts jiggled and swelled with every
breath as she again placed both hands behind her back and
arched her torso forward. She lowered her eyes, and I knew
Amy would hold this exact position under told otherwise.
"You've been a very bad girl," I simply told her.
Without the playful tent in my voice that almost always
accompanied such words, Amy appeared confused and even shook
her head for an instant at the prospects. "What, Master?"
Indeed, my words - and the tone of my voice - had confused
her. "What? What did I do wrong?" I would never..."
"THIS!" I interjected, quite upset, jamming my tablet and
the image it displayed in front of her face. It was a
photograph posted on Amy's personal _Facebook_ page, dated
October 25, 2013, of a smiling Lindsay receiving a kiss on
one cheek from Trish, and a kiss from Amy on the other.
I began to thumb through several of the photographs on my
tablet, which were easily available to anyone in the world
who had Internet access since Amy had a public profile. One
picture was Kristanna and Devon snuggling and kissing each
other near the cornfield back on the farm. Another was of me
spraying Trish and Lindsay with a garden hose. And another
was a topless Lindsay, though face-down and thus her breasts
concealed, receiving a full-body massage from Trish.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BROADCASING OUR PERSONAL LIFE FOR THE
ENTIRE WORLD TO SEE?" I erupted in a delirious, maddening
rage, as Amy recoiled back, overcome with anxiety and fright.
"YOU HAVE HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF PICTURES OF US ALL OVER
_FACEBOOK_ AND _INSTAGRAM_!" This anger had been boiling up
inside of me since I first learned that these photographs
were online two days ago. Now the anger was exploding; I had
never raised my voice at anyone quite like this before. I
wondered to myself if I would ever come close to this again.
"WHAT THE FUCK, AMY? WHAT THE FUCK!" Nor did I enjoy using
that word. I had really gone off the deep end here. But I
felt it was more than justified.
Already trembling with fear, Amy was crying. She certainly
did not expect this type of reception from me when I asked her
after breakfast to meet me here in the master suite at 1:00pm.
"I... I'm s-sorry, Jeremy... MASTER! MASTER! I'M SORRY!"
I roared like an angry animal at her. "SOME OF US - NAMELY
MYSELF AND LINDSAY - ARE TRYING TO KEEP THE TRUE STATUS OF OUR
RELATIONSHIP A SECRET FROM OUR RESPECTIVE FAMILIES! I do not
think Lindsay would like her mother, or one of her sisters,
to be idly surfing through social media one day only to come
across a picture of her playing _Twister_ with four other
girls dressed in skimpy lingerie! Nor do I want any of my
family to see me sitting in a chair, shirtless, with Devon,
Trish and Lindsay crawling all over me!" My voice went loud
again as I demanded, "WHY DO YOU HAVE THESE ALL THESE PICTURES
OF US ONLINE? WHAT POSSIBLE BENEFIT IS THERE TO BROADCASTING
OUR PRIVATE LIVES FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD TO SEE?"
"I'm sorry, Master!" Amy sobbed. "I'm sorry! I... I'll
take them down when I get the chance!"
"WHY ARE THEY ONLINE?"
"Because I'm happy!" she whined, her emotions getting the
best of her. "For once in my life I am finally happy, and I
wanted to share that happiness with my friends on _Facebook_
and _Instagram_!" Amy began sobbing uncontrollably. "I'M
SORRY, JEREMY... oh God, Master! I'm sorry! I'll take them
down immediately if you want me to! I... I didn't think I
was doing anything wr-wrong!"
I took a long, deep breath and was able to calm down quite
considerably, yet I was still incredibly upset. "You didn't
think you were doing anything wrong by posting photographs of
our private lives on the Internet - considering the life that
we lead - for the entire world to see?"
"N-No..." she cried. "I just... I just wanted... others
to see... how happy my life had become."
"You have over 2,000 friends on _Facebook_," I said to
her. "You are accepting random friend requests from anyone
who sends them to you. These people are not your FRIENDS.
They are people who download your photographs and then alter
them with programs like _Paint_ and _Photoshop_ for whatever
reason, then put them on other websites."
I glanced at my tablet and began to rattle off some of the
comments to the posted photographs. "I thought Amy wore a
push-up bra but nah, she has natural tits dude! Sexy and
hot. BOOBS! Lindsay is such a doll. I want both in my
bedroom right now!" I narrowed my eyes as I read off,
"You'd fit perfectly in a cage down in my basement." I
then glared at Amy and demanded, "Are you doing this for
attention? Do you like all these random strangers making
lewd and disrespectful comments about you?"
Tears were running down her face. "Yes..."
"It's over!" I exclaimed, pointing toward the computer
here in the bedroom. "Before you leave this room today, you
will delete every photograph and post that you have on both
your _Facebook_ and _Instagram_ accounts. You will delete
the accounts if it gives you the option. And you will NEVER
post a personal photograph from our lives online again. Do
I make myself clear, young lady?"
"Yes, Master," she shrieked, trying to wipe away her
tears. "Please don't be mad at me! PLEASE! Did... did you
tell any of the others what I had posted online?"
"Pamela told Kristanna and I about it two days ago in
Maryland," I remarked. "Apparently, Pamela is one of your
friends on both accounts. I also told Lindsay this morning."
Amy winced at those words as I added, "Lindsay is not very
happy. She is, in fact, quite angry. She says her younger
sister, Alison, is on _Facebook_ all the time, and all it
would take is a couple of keystrokes - a friend of a friend
of a friend of a friend - and Alison would see pictures of
Lindsay and the other girls splattered all over her screen.
Is that a way for Lindsay's family to find out that she is
bisexual, and not engaged to me as we have them believing?
Damn, Amy! WHAT were you thinking when you posted those?"
"I didn't think it would hurt anyone!" she cried, shaking
her head in despair. "Oh God, I'm sorry!"
I shook my head at her as well. "Trish may be open about
her life and the choices she has made with her family, but I
am quite certain that she does not want the whole world to
have access to her private moments and details about her
sexual preferences. The same goes for Kristanna, who is not
happy with you either. Devon? Devon is on the outs with
her family and does not even really speak to anyone but her
sister anymore, yet I know for a fact that she would not want
them to come across her on social media in the way your posts
and photographs depict her."
I did not want to say this, but I had to. "This was DUMB,
Amy. It was DUMB of you to do, it was ignorant, it was
reckless. You have placed the reputation and the sanctity
we have with our families in jeopardy with your own careless
nature." She was really bawling her eyes out now as I went
on, "This was something the OLD Amy would have done, but not
the NEW Amy. Or so I thought. I thought we turned over a
new leaf in your life when our relationship changed. I
thought you wanted me to take control. I thought if you were
unsure or uncertain about something, you wanted me to make
the decision for you... NOT you. How could you possibly
think it was okay to broadcast our lives on the Internet?"
"I'M SORRY!" she roared out, now a disheveled mess.
"Look at this garbage!" I exclaimed, pulling up more
photographs and the comments attached to them. "BOOBMETER...
OVER 9,000. Let's mix in some sperm with that smile! Wow,
this is the best picture ever... Devon and Amy together. I
just want to climb between your tits and live there forever.
You and Lindsay should really make a porno together."
"I didn't mean to hurt anyone!" she insisted.
"You want me to dominate you?" I snapped at her. "You
want me to take control of you and make you my own? Well,
there comes a price with that when, as a submissive, Amy,
you misbehave. Doing something so reckless and thoughtless
as broadcasting our private lives for the entire world to see
definitely qualifies as misbehaving. On your feet. NOW!"
"Are you going to punish me?" she quaked, staggering to
her feet and plucking at her stomach as if all the crying
and emotional outbursts had caused her some sort of pain.
Instead of answering, I grabbed Amy by the arm and marched
her into the far corner, only then to press her nose against
the wall. I latched onto a clump of her red hair and held
her face there for several seconds, my lips so close to her
ear that she could probably feel my breath. At the same time,
I used my opposite hand to pull her little, black mini-skirt
upward, bunching it at her waistline and fully exposing her
bare bottom for the discipline she knew it would soon receive.
"I'm sorry," Amy whispered, trying to look back at me.
"Did I tell you that you could come out of your corner?"
I put my hand on the top of her head and positioned her so
the only thing she could possibly see was the wall. "You
stay right here. You do not move a muscle. You do not move
from this spot, and you keep your nose in this corner until
I say otherwise." I made a fist and knocked on the wall
several times, then ended, "Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master," she muttered, her words barely audible.
With one hand upon her shoulder, I took a step back but
less than a second later, the bamboo cane that Amy did not
know I had picked up snapped a stinging line of first pain
and then a burning path of fire across her backside.
Arching in shock, Amy slapped her hands flat upon the
wall. Dancing and bouncing about in an effort not to break
position or grab her ass in protest, Amy's lips parted and
she let out a deep, drawn-out screech of absolute discomfort.
Not expecting the cane, Amy's eyes nearly exploded from their
sockets as the sensations must have just ripped through her.
"I said, IS THAT CLEAR?"
"Yes, Master!" she gasped. "Oh God, yes! Yes, Master!"
"I am SO disappointed in you right now, Amy. You have
been so good and obedient these past couple of months, and
have earned praise from everyone for the reversal in your
attitude and demeanor. Yet now I learn that in reality, you
were being BAD behind our backs all along by putting our
lives on _Facebook_ and _Instagram_ for everyone to see."
"I'm sorry! she reiterated, tears again streaming down her
face. "I really am. Please don't be angry at me..."
Amy cried out as I peppered her backside with swat after
heavy swat with an open palm, in a steady, yet quickening
rhythm. Again, I was walking a fine line here. I did not
want the pain to be too excessive - I still hold firm to
the claim that I could never truly harm a woman - yet this
was what Amy wanted. She _wanted_ me to be forceful and
domineering with her. She also wanted me to discipline her
when it was necessary. It was all part of her submissive
desires and the overall nature of the lifestyle.
"Oh my God..." Amy sobbed as once I was done spanking her
by hand, I retrieved the bamboo cane and continually tapped
it across her backside in a light, gentle matter. "You...
you're going to use that thing on me again?"
I brought the cane back and with a flick of the wrist,
Amy offered a little yelp that sounded similar to the noise a
dog would make if someone were to accidentally step on its
paw. The implement left a biting line of red misery upon her
backside. Amy sighed and closed her eyes in both pain and
frustration, yet held the proper position against the wall.
I began tapping her again with the cane. It was very
minor, indeed, but the message that I wanted to convey here
was that I would soon strike again - but only when _I_ wanted
to. I wanted the anticipation - the fear - to build within
her before each incoming lash. This was her punishment, and
Amy knew damn well it was one that she deserved.
I blasted her ass again. This time, it was harder.
The 31-year-old let out a deep, guttural growl, her fingers
curling and their long nails scraping upon the wall. I even
found it arousing to watch her entire body shudder and vibrate
in response to what I was doing to her. It took all of Amy's
willpower not to just let loose and scream out at the very top
of her lungs. But I was not done with her.
I placed the cane upon Amy's quivering ass and held it
there for several seconds, my eyes inspecting the blossoming
red welts and lines which were forming. Her vulnerable,
exposed skin was my own personal canvas, and I could paint it
whatever way I deemed necessary.
I began with a very light tapping, only to pull the cane
back and hesitate - drawing the moment out even further -
then pelted her once again.
"Ohhhhh..." Amy huffed, her entire body convulsing with
wild, uncontrollable shivers, as I placed my hand upon her
ass and possessively squeezed all of the places which the
cane had marked. "Oh my God," she continued, breathless.
"Oh my God... oh my God... oh my God..."
"Why are you being punished, Amy Kathleen?" I asked, using
her middle name for added emphasis. "Tell me."
"Because I posted our private pictures on social media
websites and maybe compromised the privacy that you and
the other girls want to keep and uphold!" Amy squirmed and
writhed as I continued to roughly squeeze and knead the
burning, aching flesh of her bottom with my right hand.
"You also compromised all of our trust in you."
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master!"
"Are you going to post photographs of us on the Internet
ever again?"
"No, Master!" she cried. "I won't, I swear!"
"Are you going to take them offline once I am through
with you here?"
"Yes, Master."
"Have you learned a valuable lesson today?"
"Yes, Master."
"Does that ass of yours feel like it is on fire?"
"YES, MASTER!" Amy roared out, as I offered her one final
thwack with the cane. Needless to say, it was the hardest
one yet. Amy bounced and vibrated in place, her backside a
dark, fire engine red. Amy even hopped a bit, shifting her
weight from one foot to the other, trying to do whatever she
could without reaching back and cupping her backside to help
alleviate the pain and discomfort.
To her credit, though, she kept her nose stuffed against
the wall throughout her entire ordeal. Not once did Amy even
try to look back at me through the corner of her eye. I was
proud of her. She was quite the submissive, I must say.
Amy grunted and continued to cry when I pulled her away
from the wall and brought her into my arms, only to bring the
side of her face upon my chest and hold her lovingly. "Shh,"
I tried consoling her. "Your punishment is over."
"I'm sorry!" she whispered, still sobbing. "I'm sorry...
please forgive me! PLEASE! I'm sorry..."
"I'm not angry at you anymore," were my words, as I kissed
the crown of her head in a gentle and caring fashion. "I
said my peace, and it is over. You know I'm not the type to
hold grudges, sweetheart. I forgive you."
"Thank you, Master," she said, one arm wrapped around my
body, the other behind her and its hand clutching her ass.
"Does it hurt?" I inquired, pulling her hand away and
replacing it with one of my own for a soothing massage.
"Yes!"
"Yet you deserved it."
"Yes, Master."
"I don't enjoy disciplining you like that, Amy. Please do
not give me a reason to do it again in the future. If I
punish you, I want it to be for fun and pleasure... not
because you have badly misbehaved. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Master..."
Amy looked ruined. Absolutely ruined. She had come to the
big bedroom expecting an afternoon full of play and carnal
delight, yet the reality of what happened was anything but.
I felt really sorry for her. Yes, I did. My anger could
have (and should have) ended with just words, but the unique
nature of our relationship demanded that I take things to the
extreme and actually physically punish Amy for her
transgressions. It was the best way for us to work toward
the goal of it never happening again.
If I were to take time and really think about it, I would
probably become disgusted and angry at myself for what I had
done. Yet I never let myself get that far. I always gave
myself the mental reminder that this was what Amy wanted.
She _wanted_ me to be her protector, her dominator... her
owner. Amy simply did not feel complete otherwise.
"I love you," Amy sobbed, her face still buried in my
chest, as she now used two hands (in addition to one of mine)
to rub and sculpt her aching backside. "I'm so sorry."
"I know you are, honey," I quietly told her in response.
"Shh... settle down. It's alright." I held and comforted
her as best I could, whispering, "And I love you too."
Suddenly, the thought of Trish and Lindsay - and what they
were up to at the current moment - popped into my mind.
Before Amy had joined me here in the grand master suite, I
had been watching Trish and Lindsay (via the voyeur room)
kiss and caress each other for the better part of a half-hour.
At last check, Trish asked Lindsay to change into one of
her sexy, little cheerleader outfits. Lindsay agreed, of
course, but only if Trish would penetrate her with a pair of
strap-on dildos. Considering that was a good 15 minutes ago,
I naturally wondered how things had been progressing for them.
"Follow me, Amy," I said, hooking my right arm around her
from the side and guiding her into the adjacent voyeur room.
Only a few of the monitors were active, but Amy's eyes grew
wide as she immediately focused on the big screen at the
center of the control panel.
Apparently having ventured off to a new area in their
erotic travels, Lindsay was bent over the dining room table
as Trish pumped her ass from behind with a strap-on dildo.
Her mouth wide open and her blue eyes bulging, Lindsay was
panting and grunting out in unbridled lust.
Indeed, Lindsay had on her little blue and yellow
cheerleader skirt (though its hem was flipped up beyond her
waist) and a matching shell top, along with white saddle
shoes and yellow socks. The 19-year-old had even went the
extra mile, so to speak, for Trish, having done her long,
free-flowing blonde hair up into a pair of bushy pig-tails.
Doing so only made her look even more young and corruptible.
It should go without mentioning that Trish was having a
wonderful time of her own. Totally nude, her massive, yet
firm breasts bounced and wobbled about as she dropped the
proverbial hammer on Lindsay. Trish even latched onto those
pig-tails and stretched them outward as if they were
handle-bars on a bicycle as she rode Lindsay like a champion.
"Oh my God..." Amy murmured, licking her lips, as she
watched the monitor rather intently.
I must also point out that, in an effort to be totally
open and honest in our relationship, I finally fessed up and
told Trish, Lindsay and Amy about the voyeur room and its
existence a few weeks ago. Some of them (Amy) took the
news better than others (Trish), but in the end, all was
fine and there were no ill feelings toward me. An entire
chapter could be easily be devoted to that discussion...
But back in the present time, I had already pulled my
trousers and briefs downward, my thick, aching shaft
standing firm and at attention. I took a seat in the big
chair in front of the control panel and quickly instructed
her, "Suck my cock, Amy. Now."
In less than three seconds, Amy dropped to the floor and
had her lips wrapped securely around my erection. I closed
my eyes and sighed in utter pleasure for a brief moment, but
then re-focused upon the surveillance monitor and placed my
hand upon the side of Amy's head.
She was already bobbing back-and-forth, her hungry mouth
literally inhaling my erection with each forward stroke, as
I concentrated on the images in front of me. I nearly lost
it once I realized that Lindsay had a hand buried between
her own thighs, with a large, _buzzing_ vibrator pressed
snugly upon her pussy and clitoris. Trish, meanwhile, seemed
more than content to pound Lindsay's ass with that dildo from
now until the absolute end of time.
Amy had a hand on her own backside (I assumed it was still
burning from her earlier punishment) while the other cupped
and kneaded my testicles. That mouth of hers was ravenous!
When Lindsay let out a loud, high-pitched squeal, Trish
knew that she had her close to an orgasm. Thus, Trish jammed
the dildo into Lindsay's rectum one final time and leaned
all the way forward, until her breasts were squished upon
her lover's back. The vibrator still audibly humming, Trish
then inserted three fingers into Lindsay's soaked pussy and
began to thrust them in-and-out in a repeated motion.
Trapped between Trish and the dinner table beneath her,
Lindsay then screeched wildly as her body went through the
joyous progression of orgasm. At the same time, I whipped
my cock out of Amy's mouth and growled like a madman, my
sperm jettisoning outward and splashing across various
portions of her face, her forehead, her hair and her lips.
Amy glared up at me with longing eyes, her mouth open and
tongue fully extended, until every last ounce of semen had
been completely milked out of me.
Trish climbed on top of Lindsay upon the dinner table and
simply lay there, kissing her neck and shoulders, as Amy did
a nice clean-up job with her mouth.
The eager submissive motioned toward the surveillance
monitor with her head and flashed me a vibrant, playful
smile. "Do you think they might want some company, Master?
I would love to go and join them for some fun!"
* * *
The dinner meal Amy prepared for us that particular
evening was absolutely delicious. She fired up some Angus
filet mignons and rib-eyes on the grill, as well as garlic
mashed potatoes and steak fries in the kitchen.
It was such a beautiful evening that instead of dining in
the mansion, everyone wanted to eat their food outside. We
chose the picnic area, which was in close proximity to the
rock pool and fountain. Along with yours truly, all six of
the ladies ate their meals at the spacious picnic table.
The bright sunshine and warm weather was a welcome change
from the 23 degree (Fahrenheit) temperature Kristanna and I
had encountered the previous two days while in Baltimore. It
seemed as if we had gone to sleep and did not wake up for six
months. I hoped the drastic change in weather would not
cause either of us to come down with the flu. With Christmas
fast approaching, we did not need to be sick.
After dinner concluded, I ventured into the kitchen and
approached Amy, who had taken the liberty of doing the dishes
herself (this was usually my job), from behind. Amy was
wearing a new mini-skirt, of course, and when I placed my
hand upon her ass, she literally jumped as she turned and
offered me a gracious, loving smile.
Simply wanting to check on her, I grinned in return and
asked, "How are things, dear? Is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine," she responded, nodding her head,
yet wincing a bit as she rubbed her backside.
"Still a little tender and sore, huh?"
"A little?" Amy laughed. "It's more than a little, but
yeah... tender and sore. Scorching and sore, actually!"
Just then, Lindsay made her way into the kitchen.
"Hi Jeremy," she smiled at me in a peppy, friendly tone,
before focusing all of her attention upon Amy. Lindsay got
up right beside Amy at the sink, then turned her back and
leaned against it casually. She looked left, right, then left
again, before her expression turned quite dire and serious.
"I heard about all those pictures of us you were putting
on the Internet for the world to see," Lindsay said, almost
in a faint whisper, as Amy stopped what she was doing and
gulped her throat in response. Lindsay glanced downward for
a moment and snickered angrily, patting Amy's ass with an
open palm. "I also heard that Jeremy gave you a proper
punishment for being so reckless and disrespectful toward
the people who love and care for you, and who have helped you
turn your life around these past few months and find the
happiness that you have always longed for."
"I'm sorry, Lindsay!" Amy whined, becoming upset again.
"I had no idea it would..."
"If my mom or my sisters ever come across any of those
photographs," Lindsay interjected, her voice even more cold
and calculating than before, "or anyone else in my family,
for that matter, I will NEVER forgive you. You will have
HELL to pay, and I will see to it personally."
"Lindsay!" Amy complained. "Please, let me explain!"
And at that moment, Trish appeared in the kitchen.
"There you are," she said to Lindsay, obviously unaware of
the prior verbal exchange. "Are you ready to go down to the
recreation room, baby? Nothin' says a good time like playing
_Grand Theft Auto V_ until one or two o'clock in the morning."
"I sure am," Lindsay answered, suddenly all energetic and
bubbly again. "You lead the way." When Trish turned to exit
the kitchen, Lindsay shot one more sadistic look toward Amy
and then followed her girlfriend out with a gleeful smile.
"Wait up, Trish!"
"Lindsay will get over it," I urged to Amy, who appeared
to be on the verge of breaking down and crying yet again.
"Just give her some time. She is simply mad now."
"You and I took all those pictures down earlier!" Amy
mewed. "No one will ever see them again, right?"
"When you post something on the Internet, honey, you can
never truly get rid of it," I advised her. "I am sure there
are hundreds of people who downloaded all of the pictures
you posted and have them sitting on their computer right
now." Amy let out a loud, shrill whine at those words as I
ended, "Let's hope that no one close to any of us sees them."
Amy was pouting. "I really messed up, didn't I?"
I frowned as well. "Yes, you did."
* * *
After staying with Amy in the kitchen for a few more
minutes and trying to enlighten her spirits, I decided that
it was time to move along. I gave her a warm hug and a kiss,
and again accepted her apology. Once out in the main hall,
however, I contemplated what my next destination should be.
I was _not_ going to the recreation room, despite the fact
that I loved playing video games with Trish and Lindsay.
Actually, it was an easy excuse just to be able to spend time
with each of them more than anything. Trish and Lindsay got
along so beautifully, and they always had loads of fun while
playing games together. It was a joy just to watch them.
But, I was steering clear of the recreation room tonight.
Kristanna and Devon were together in the main bedroom.
Or, at least that was where both of them claimed they were
going once dinner ended. Did I need to check on them? No,
probably not. I simply figured they were having sex again.
Of course, it would be nice to throw myself right into
the middle of them. Alas, I had more important issues to
deal with tonight. Yes... more important than a possible
three-some involving yours truly and two gorgeous women, one
of which was my newlywed bride.
Amy was finishing the dishes in the kitchen. Afterward,
Amy told me, she was going to take a hot bath and probably go
straight to bed. She had been through quite a rough day,
and could clearly use a good night's rest.
That covered all of the women currently on the island -
except one. Where this particular lady was I did not know,
but figured a good place to look would be the library. After
all, she had always _loved_ the library. Once I found her,
_she_ would be my destination for the rest of the evening.
* * *
Some things don't change. That is what I said to myself
moments later, as I stood at the entrance to the mahogany
library on the upper level of the mansion.
Long-flowing blonde hair pulled back into a pony-tail.
That beautiful, flawless face. Reading glasses which
offered a classy, distinguished appearance. A simple white
blouse and a pair of loose-fitting jeans. And, oh yes -
the book itself. My precious angel was reading a novel
about time warps and parallel universes.
Not only had she always loved to read here in the library,
but this goddess often chose unique books. That was
understandable simply because she was a unique woman. A
special woman whom I was so incredibly happy had finally
returned to her rightful place in life - with us.
Oh, her return was not quite official, unfortunately - but
at least she had volunteered to give our lifestyle one more
chance. At this point, I could not ask for anything more.
"Hi Pamela," I said, drawing her attention from the book.
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