A Week at the Shore

by domjeffrey

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Storycodes: F/m; bondage; cbt; cons; XX

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A Week at the Shore
By domjeffrey
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(Since many people have been curious in the past. The "dom" in my name is not any kinky sex reference, it's short for Dominic. I go by Jeff though.)
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Author's Note:
This is a true story about the week after my high school graduation. The names have been changed to protect true identities. Yes, we really were 18 and did this stuff. 

Day 1

I knew this magnificent girl in high school. Her name was Kristen. She had long brown hair, bluer than blue eyes, and a killer body. She wasn't one of those super petite models either. She had some unbelievable curves and she was about as tall as I was. Her long legs could turn heads in any room, and she had this pair of almost super tight black pants that hugged her ass and slimmed her luscious long legs to just below the knees. Suffice it to say, she was a knockout.

We had known each other from day one of high school, and I had an interest in her for about three years, but things happened and we never really got involved. I suppose it's because we were both good Catholics, and sex was totally out of the question. That whole virginity until marriage thing was strongly planted in both of us.

The day after graduation was traditionally a day to travel to the shore to party and celebrate. We decided to stay away from the rest of the crowd with about five other friends in a house one of us had about 30 miles from that big hot spot that everyone else from our school went. 

At graduation, she was all teary eyed and almost balling. After the ceremony, we all said our goodbyes, and just to save face, Kristen and I said goodbye also. When she hugged me, (a big surprise given that we weren't "involved") she whispered in my ear:

"I've got a surprise for you when we get to the beach."

Quite the eyebrow raising statement. She smiled and giggled, smacked me on the back and said, "See you tomorrow."

I didn't think much of it, packed my things, and went to sleep. Next morning, the seven of us met at a diner for breakfast and made the 2-hour trip to the shore. We went in three cars, which may seem like overkill, but we all had different agendas. As it happened, one car had three guys, another a couple, and the third was Kristen and I in my Honda Accord. We chatted all the way down, she had this cute flirtatious smile on her face, and when I asked her about the surprise, she wouldn't budge.

We got to the house, unpacked, did some food shopping and such. That night it started to rain. No night on the town, damn! Kristen seemed fully prepared, and offered to get a video to watch. After she went out, some friends showed up, and the three guys went to their house. Then the other couple with us decided to go frolic in the bedroom. After they ascended the stairs, I got myself a beer (breaking the law, as we all were only 18) and did some channel surfing while I waited for Kristen.

She walked in with a second bag she left in the car and the video. After explaining where everyone was, we sat down and Kristen started the tape. She cuddled up with me and put her head on my shoulder. Now, I may have been (am still) a virgin, but I'm no prude, so I put my arm around her shoulder. I told her it seemed a little awkward, and that she was moving a little fast. She whispered to me, "Just relax. This may seem a little weird, but this one is a favorite of mine." She was referring to the movie.

It turned out that film was "Exit to Eden". I thought it was going to be some bible flick, but as soon as the names Rosie O'Donnell and Dan Ackroyd popped up, I figured it would be pretty good. So the movie played, and then there was this scene where a woman told a man to "save himself for later." By now, Kristen's head was on my lap, and she was stretched out on the couch. After that scene, she looked up at me and laughed. I swept her hair back and petted her head for a minute. 
I was beginning to get a little curious, but when the dominatrix and the whole mistress-slave thing came into play, I began to feel a little weird.

I excused myself to the bathroom, and after splashing water on my face, I managed to settle my raging hard on. When I got back to her, she had changed into that pair of black pants and a tight black halter-top. I figured it was a little dressy, but then I noticed she was wearing platform boots with some huge heels, and I knew something was up.

We watched the rest of the movie. She fully expected me to be totally ignorant about the subject, but like I said, I'm no prude. She probably expected me to be shocked too.

She approached me and said: "Jeff, we've known each other for four years, and I have to admit, all that time, I wanted to be your girlfriend. Now that we're going off to college, and we'll be a thousand miles away from each other, I figured we could try to have a fun time this week..."

I interrupted and asked: "Do you want to be the slave first or should I?"

Agape she stared at me, totally expecting me to be turned off. I answered the question she couldn't ask: "I know why you'd show that movie to someone. It's just a non-pornographic way to say you're into bondage. I don't have a problem with that, in fact, I've been fascinated by it for about a year now. So, are we going to have some fun or not?"

"Yes, of course," she said, "but first we have to get you under control, mister."

"Yes, Mistress Kristen."

"Well, I had better get my favorite slave prepared." She began undressing me, slowly starting with my collared shirt, button by button, planting kisses as she went, from bottom to top. Necking then commenced, and I was afraid we were on our way to the sack, which would be unconscionable to me, but I trusted her not to do that. She took off my shorts, and I kicked off my shoes. "Come, slave, we'd better get upstairs before the neighbors see."

We went into the master bedroom. She ordered me to strip naked, which consisted of me taking off my underwear, and kneel before a full-length mirror. I had never actually looked at myself closely in a mirror, and now I had a raging hard on that was hard to miss.

She came up behind me, and fastened a soft leather collar around my neck. A tightness formed in my chest that was unlike anything I had felt before. She ran her hands over my arms and chest, finally teasing my now rock solid purple cock. "We'll have to do something about this..." She left and went downstairs.

Knowing that I was playing a game, I patiently waited, kneeling before that mirror. She returned with a bowl of ice cubes and her second bag. I was foolish enough to turn and look. 

"How dare you! Are you trying to spoil the surprises I have for you? That had just earned you a punishment. Now, get here on the bed so I can get you ready, then we'll decide what I should do for your little transgression."

I lay down and she blindfolded me. Tracing lines of ice all over my body, she teased me for almost ten minutes. By then I was groaning, but I didn't notice.

"You must like that, your making all sorts of cute little noises." 

"Yes Mistress, its quite erotic."

"Time to change that." Without warning, she placed a whole bag of ice directly on my crotch. I yelped in surprise. "Ahh, don't like my torture, do you? I told you we were going to get you under control, like the bad boy you are, and that's exactly what I intend to do.” After about five minutes, my cock was both cold and limp, but she left the ice on there for another minute or so. She took the ice off, and I felt her fumbling with it. I was so numb; I really didn't notice that she had actually attached something. 

"Do you promise to be quiet?"

"Yes Mistress"

Taking the blindfold off, I could see a leather contraption with rings on my cock, and a wide strap of leather with chains wrapped around my balls. I almost spoke, but knew better, and threw her an inquiring look. 

"These are called the Gates of Hell, you'll understand why in due time. Now, I've decided how to punish you, so get up and kneel before me!"

I began to sit up and roll out of the bed when I felt a sharp sting on my ass. "Faster!" I rushed and knelt at her feet. It was only then that I noticed the riding crop in her hand. She happened to ride horses, and it looked quite appropriate in her ivory colored hand.

"Good slave," She said while petting me on the head.  "Follow me." She led me to a chair in the corner. "Sit in the chair, Jeff." I sat and she positioned my legs on wither side of the chairs. She went to her bag, and got a set of ankle restraints. She fastened them where expected, and connected them tightly with a piece of rope. My legs were now quite immobile. She swivelled the chair around to face the mirror.

Holding my face from behind, she hummed and kissed me square on the lips. "Such a good boy, I'm so proud." 
She attached my hands behind the back of the chair with handcuffs, and it was actually rather comfortable. She tied the cuffs to the legs of the chair and gave them a good tug.

So, there I was, with my cock and balls in a contraption, my erection growing to fill in rings of what she called the gates of hell, bound immobile and helpless to a chair. She reached under my balls and retrieved the chain that was attached to the strap. 
It now hung over the side of the chair.

"We don't want anyone else to know about our little game, do we?"

"No Mistress."

"Then open your mouth." Producing a red ball with a leather strap, she explained: "This is called a ballgag, it will keep you quiet." She inserted it and pulled it what seemed to be a notch tighter than was necessary, but I was in no position to argue.

Then, she began a little angry, feigning it of course. "Now Jeffrey, you disobeyed me earlier, and for that I'm going to torture your balls. I'm going to pull on this good and hard, then I'm going to tie it off, and you'll be kept that way for the number of minutes on the card that I draw here." She produced a deck of cards, and shuffled them thoroughly. "Jacks count 11, Queens 12, Kings 13, and Aces 15 minutes." She drew the card and laughed. "Ha ha ha...an Ace! You're going to love this!" She turned the card to me to prove it. She pulled exceptionally hard on my balls, then tied them off.

"And every minute, you will receive a slap from my crop on you cock for every groan you have made, and currently you're up to 15." The she went into her bag and retrieved two silver objects attached by a chain. "Now, to make things interesting... These are called Clover Clamps, the Japanese use them for stretching silk, I use them to stretch nipples." 

Grabbing my left nipple, she attached the clamp, and I groaned, a tear came to my eye. I had a similar reaction to the second one. "Sixteen and Seventeen, I hope you really like punishment!"

She then started the timer. As promised, she cropped my cock 17 times, then I let out a few groans, and after tugging at my nipples a few times, by 10 minutes, I was up to 35 crops per minute.

By now my huge manhood was actively restricted by the gates, and my cock was really beginning to become sore. Just as I entered the fifteenth minute, I came in a mind shattering orgasm. My cum splattered everywhere, but Kristen had the foresight to put down a sheet before the shenanigans began.

"Oh, good, my boy's satisfied."

By then I was almost passed out. She untied me, and cleaned up. Releasing my cock and balls brought another moan. She removed the gag, and I fell into her arms.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Now, rest, I'm going to be a good slave for you tomorrow, Master Jeffrey."

We collapsed in bed together, and slept till morning.

To be continued...
 

14.05.02