Duckie256
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Today we're taking a trip to the beach. I've got a condo down there that I've used in the past, but you've never been there with me. It's right at the beginning of September, the heat is still heavy, the humidity still high, most of the leaves have already turned, and the smell of the surf enters your nostrils as we draw nearer through the open window. You start seeing more palm trees pass by, and the grass getting thinner. You would turn and watch the lines flow past the car behind us, but you're stuck in place by the suggestion of immobility I've placed in your mind before we left. Your eyes follow and watch the white lines go past, and you wear a secret smile, that I would deign to use hypnosis on you instead of creating something in the car to keep you still. You still remember the cleverly crafted miniature stocks that I had your head, ankles, and wrists in, in the last car ride we took to the public playspace. Ah, fond memories.
The miles are eaten away slowly, and we turn down the winding road, the smell of salt water completely overpowering all other scents. We pull into the carport of a 3-story building, unload the car, and start moving our gear inside.
We step inside, and the first thing that hits you is the extreme cold air, blasting out from the house. Your temperature changes so rapidly, you feel faint, and your knees buckle just a little. I take the opportunity you've presented, and grab your hair, pull you forward onto your knees, tilt your head back, watching your eyes roll back into your head from the sudden intensity, cock my hand back, and swing it forward.
*SMACK*
I issue the command for you to sleep, and you never feel the hit. I let you slowly lay face down, and stay there, while I busy myself with setting up the place.
When you awaken finally, it's full dark outside. You were inside when you went to sleep, but now you're laying on the beach...naked?...the waves gently lapping at your labia, remnants of the foam still stuck to your thighs. How long have you been out here? You touch your skin, but there's no redness or soreness where the sun may have burned you. Your skin is not oily, so there was no sunscreen applied. You must not have been out here all that long. And he thought to fool you again. You've been getting wiser to his tricks. ("Let's see what we can do to foil his plans and get a different outcome to today, hee hee.")
From outside, you can clearly see inside the windows, and there aren't any porch lights on to blind your vision, just all the shutters open, so anyone can see. You see the St. Andrew's Cross in the living room, black and forbidding, eyebolts protruding from each arm, with a carabiner hanging from each. You see rope lengths laid out on the floor for easy access...with hooks on the end! ("We haven't done hook suspension yet!") There are other rope lengths already hanging from the ceiling, and what appears to be a wench. ("Interesting.") You move on to another window, and see a candlelit dinner, what looks like a perfect medium steak butterflied on one plate, and another that appears either rare or medium rare, as the blood is still oozing from it. ("Those are for us, he knows I love medium, and he loves his cow mooing (chuckle).") Champagne flutes half-filled with golden bubbly are set out, candles flickering, and it appears to be quite formal.
You glance into one of the upstairs bedroom windows, and see a suit in black pin-stripe and a brilliant blue shirt, with black tie laid out across the bed, next to a gorgeous cream dress. ("When did he get my size? Goddess, that looks delicious, it all looks divine!") Your heart begins to thud with love in your heart for all that you see, and you unconciously stroke your left breast in anticipation, making the nipple hard. One short and amazingly quick orgasm a few minutes later leaves you gasping that you would cum so quick from just seeing my plans for you. You lean against the wall, catching your breath for just a minute. You close your eyes, and imagine my hand is stroking you slowly, enveloping your breasts, lightly teasing your nipples, flicking softly across them at the same time.
Enough of that for now, you want to see what's in the other windows, before your evening truly begins. You continue down the stairs around the other side of the house, and have to stand on your tiptoes to see over the window ledge, keeping your hands on the railing to balance yourself. All you did was turn a corner, but this looks like a completely new room! This is next to the kitchen? You can't see the walls, or the floor, and the only clue to the ceiling is the 70's dance ball hanging and spinning. The room is filled with tiny blinking lights, and seems to be completely empty. The walls don't look black, more shimmery than anything else. Mirrors maybe? Hmm. Confusing.
Will definitely have to find out what this is.
To be continued...
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