this is one of my older ones. back when I had purple hair that was longer. This is a fantasy that i would 100% love to make reality.
NEW SMYRNA BEACH
The fall air was a cooler 73 degrees. The waves were slowly rolling in on the shore as giant cruise ships sailing in the distance. It was about 5pm. He had packed them a picnic dinner. The sand was hot as usual. Slave was setting down the picnic basket as her Master drew a giant heart in the sand with a spreader bar he had with them.
“Let’s eat in here.” He said as he lit a couple of tea light candles. As they chatted over cheese, meat, and crackers seagulls inched closer to see what they could get. The sky was a purple shade of pink as vibrant oranges danced across the spotty clouds.
After a while Master took a seat on a beach chair while his Slave headed down to the water. As she enjoyed the waves he was snapping candid photos coyly. He smiled admiring her rare beauty that shined from the inside and all over on the outside. It pleased him to know that she was his. Soon enough, he found himself lost in the pages of a good book. Slave had swam, combed the beach for shells, and even collected litter. She was thinking of kneeling at her Masters feet and having more the picnic when she spotted something in the water.
About 5ft out into the ocean waters was a fin circling around. Her inner little came out immediately. “Must pet wildlife” she thought as she ran to the water. Her master took a slow mow video of her running so later he could enjoy watching her 33 DDD breasts bounce around as her purple hair flew back in the wind. She made it about 4ft out when he noticed the fin and began watching her with concerned eyes. New Smyrna is the shark bite capital. Slave doesn’t think about things like that. She often scoffs that if she dies from something like this that her tombstone should just read “Died in a blaze of glory quenching her insatiable thirst for adventure.”
He could see her inching closer to the fin. He called to her in anguish. “Baby please come back to shore.” He waved her back as she gazed over shoulder at him. She turned, gave him a shy and sweet smile before waving back. She quickly turned around inching closer and closer to the shark. Master put his hands on his hips. “Come to shore or we will leave young lady.” He growled. She flashed him a smile and kept inching forward but something told her that she was in trouble. She looked back once more. The expression on Masters Face said he was mad.
When she got to the shore she could tell she was in for it. “Slave ought to make smarter choices. That shark could have taken your whole arm off. Then what?” he snarled. As she opened her mouth to say it, her famous line he put a finger to her soft lips. “Don’t say it. Don’t utter a single word of that sentence young lady. Your antics today have displeased me.” He said in a softer voice. She was staring at the ground with a gloomy look on her face. “I’m Sorry” she said in a childlike voice. “Are you really sorry? Or sorry you got caught? Come with me. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Follow!” He said.
She adhered to his command. She stayed 3 to 4 steps to the back left of her Master as they moved toward the pier. He took her out knee deep and tied her arms and feet around the pole with some silk rope he had in the pocket of his cargo swim shorts. He pulled out the boot paddle from his cargo pocket. Because she was facing the pole she couldn’t see what he was doing. Her clit was pressed up against the wood with her hands tied above her head. Her Swim bottom was floating at her knees after being pulled down by Master. Anticipation boiled inside her. Just what was he going to do?
The whiz of the paddle hit her ears and before she could do anything it made a loud smacking sound as it made contact with her bare ass cheek. “1.” She said. “Thank you sir. May I have another?” she continued. She had been taught count. Another whack and the sensation of her clit rubbing the wood of the pole was starting to make her wet. “2. Thank you sir. May I have another?” she spoke. After swats you could see nice red and purple boot prints forming on her ass.
He put a big finger in her pussy as the juices began to drip down his hand. “Your pretty wet young lady. Did you learn your lesson?” “Yes Master.” She quickly answered him. “Well now, what are we going to do about your wet cunt then young lady?” he asked. She knew not to answer but instead waited for his instructions. “Let’s get you untied.” He said as he undid the ropes and pulled up her bottoms. She followed him 4 paces to the back right as they walked so she could hear anything he would have said. They stayed under the pier but went up to the sand.
He laid her down on her stomach and began massaging some after sun aloe lotion on her ripe red ass cheeks. He had taken her bottoms off fully by this point. She thanked him for the massage. Once he finished he pulled out a spreader bar and showed her, telling her that she would be hooked at her ankles with cuffs. She nodded in understanding. He grabbed a hair tie from his pocket and a paddle brush. He gave her booty a snap with it causing her to jump a little. He then rubbed on her clit a little. He brushed her hair tenderly telling her how pretty she was and how lucky she was to have received his punishment. She smiled listening to his gentle words. He gathered up her thick tresses into a sleek pony tail. He grabbed some of the silk rope and began braiding it in to the pony tail, weaving it in and around the hair. He secured the end of the braid with another pony tail. He told her to lift her legs and tied the end of the rope to the middle of the spreader bar. He cuffed her hands together and also fastened them to the spreader bar. This arched her up leaving her pussy open and her breasts perky for hands to access.
“I’m going to use what is mine slut! Im going to have my way with you and when I am done you will thank me for the experience.” He informed her. Primal urges ran through his veins like morning coffee bringing him to life. It was electrifying like zapping Frankenstein. He growled in a low tone as her grabbed her side hard, nails digging into her skin, before sliding his throbbing rock hard penis in her needy soaking wet pussy. He stopped briefly to fasten a ball gag in slave’s mouth. “Now you can’t protest.” He said.
As the sun grew lower in the sky, there were waves crashing on the shore. Her shore and the sandy shore beneath her. With every thrust he tried to go deeper, harder, growling and moaning as he went. His cock was throbbing as his cock slid in and out of her wet pussy. Slave was starting to moan when his right hand began to wander up to her breast. He gave it a good squeeze smiling and enjoying the feel of the size in his hand. Her nipples were erect and standing at attention. Her moans grew louder as he pulled, pinched and twisted them. He could feel that he was nearing climax so he pulled out. He heard slave start to whine a little.
“Oh, you needy whore. You wanted my cum didn’t you?” he asked rhetorically. “mmmhmm.” She attempted to say through the ball gag. “Maybe if you listened better you could have had my cum.” He replied. “I’m sorry.” She whimpered. He swatted her ass with the paddle brush once before saying “I bet you are.” “1. Thank you sir, may I have another.” She quipped. He smiled before saying “good counting. I have trained you well slave.”
He again slid his throbbing cock inside her, this time choosing to rub and play with the left nipple. Pleasure was again building for him and she was starting to moan even louder than before. As he again neared climax he pulled out. He could hear a muffled “awe awe, please Master, I need your cum inside me. Please put your big cock back inside me.” From slaves gagged mouth. “No thanks.” He replied playfully. “I have a better idea.” He continued.
He walked around to face her. He could see the need and desire burning like napalm skies in her eyes. “Not today slave. No cum cream pie or orgasm for a slave who doesn’t listen. Not tomorrow or the day after. Maybe when you listen better.” He assured her. He began stroking his cock feverishly. “chip up so I can inspect my canvas and keep those eyes open. I want to see your needy eyes gazing upon me slave.” He ordered. She did as he asked and soon enough warm cum was all over her nose, cheeks, and lips. She licked her lips before parting them, ready to take her master down deep into her throat and clean his cock free of any remaining cum.
He took his time unhooking her cuffs and untying her legs. He was telling her what a good girl she was while he slowly and tenderly undid her braid, leaving the ponytail behind. He grabbed his things and helped her up. As they walked back to their heart in the sand she could feel every set of eyes upon her. Was it the spreader bar in masters hand or the cum running down her cheeks dripping onto her breasts? She didn’t know but in that moment she felt vulnerability and even small shred of humility. She was again following 3 paces behind and to the left.
When they got to the heart he ordered her to kneel in the center. He grabbed a Kleenex and cleaned her face off. He again called her good girl. By now it was dark out. The beach was nearly devoid of people. He turned on her Pandora shuffle on low and lit a few candles. He was planning to lay her down and cuddle but the song proved worthy of other plans. Tim Mcgraw by taylor swift swooned through the phone speaker as helped her up to dance. He grabbed her waist and pulled her in close spinning around slowly. Her hands found their way around his neck as she leaned in deeper and kissed him tenderly, passionately. It was one of those moments you only see in a romance movie. He then placed a soft throw blanket on the sand and laid her down with him when the song finished.
Under a blanket of stars they laid facing each other gazing into each other’s eyes. “Do you know how special you are to me slave?” he asked. “You are my good girl, my princess. I would never want anything bad to happen to you. I couldn’t imagine life without you.” He finished. Her eyes smiled at his. “In this moment with you, I feel safe, protected, and cared for. Thank you for everything today Master. I promise to be less careless with my choices.” She replied. “good.” He said. They soon drifted so sleep tangled up in each other’s arms and even crossing legs. She had her head pressed against his chest listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat.
When they woke they realized they had dozed and it was now 2am. As she sat up rubbing her eyes he knelt beside her with a single red rose. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. “Thank you for being my princess. Let’s get you home young lady.” He said. They packed it in and left the beach. Both feeling satisfied with a wonderful day.