Kendra at the Beach

Kendra was lying on her back on the bed, wearing some of the new gear I had bought for our kidnapping role-play of a few weeks ago. She likes the snap-cuffs that snap shut and lock around her elbows and wrists with the touch of a release, holding her firmly yet comfortably in their rubber-coated grip with her arms crossed wrist-to-elbow behind her back.

She was wearing the new neoprene gag as well. She says that her usual red leather panel gag with the soft flattish stuffer is still the most comfortable for extended wear, but for shorter periods, the neoprene gag is a turn-on. She thinks that the rows of meaningless buckles are a bit silly, but she admits that they add to the appearance of strictness, and that the big rubber ball the gag holds in her mouth does an excellent job of holding her tongue down. In particular, she likes the way the soft neoprene moulds to her face and totally prevents any sound from escaping around it. I have to admit that I find it sexy as hell, and almost come in my pants every time I see her wearing it.

Our newest restraint is a metre-long ankle spreader with a telescoping dildo pole attached at the centre. The dildo, buried in either her anus or vagina, holds her legs ramrod-straight and prevents any significant knee or hip flex. Kendra says she loves the feeling of extreme restraint and helplessness she gets when she's strapped into it. Currently, the large dildo was in her ass, leaving her pussy free for me to explore whenever I wanted to.

I was in the next room, doing some searches on my computer while I let the pressure build in Kendra's immobilized body. I don't believe in driving a woman repeatedly to the edge of orgasm without letting her finish -- that's more sadistic than sexy in my opinion, and in Kendra's too. But leaving her for a while in restraints that prevent her from getting herself off seems to bring her to a nice slow boil that makes the orgasm that much more mind-shattering when we get to it. I had left the bedroom door open so I would be able to hear if she decided to use her safe-grunt to demand early release, but so far she's never used it.

I decided that it was time to return to the bedroom and put both of us out of our current state of aching genitalia. My cock was hard as a rock from me just thinking of her tied up in the next room, and I was willing to bet that Kendra had already soaked the pad under her pussy. When I came through the door, the musky scent of female arousal proved me right.

As soon as she saw me, Kendra writhed her body -- as much of it as was writhe-able, anyway -- making her breasts jiggle enticingly. She made a particularly drawn-out and urgent "Mmmmmppphh" noise behind the gag. I stripped off my clothes, pulling my underwear down slowly as usual so my cock was forced down by the elastic, only to pop up again as soon as it was fully free.

"I think somebody's impatient to get some hot cock pushed into them, no?" Kendra writhed again as I loosened the knob on the telescoping pole so I could force another few centimetres into her ass before I tightened it again. She grunted a bit as she felt the dildo sink even further into her, but it wasn't a grunt of pain. I knew her rectum would have loosened up a bit more while she laid there with the dildo locked in it, and would be able to take a little more ramming by now. There wasn't much that Kendra liked better than having her ass deeply penetrated.

I ran my hand over her pussy, and yes, it was certainly soaking wet. I squeezed a breast with the other hand, saying "I guess you were jiggling these at me because they wanted attention, right?" She made a contented purr-like noise as I ran my fingers over her nipple and her clit. I massaged both parts rhythmically, feeling them get even harder and more engorged than they had been when I first touched them. First two fingers, then three and finally four went in her vagina and started thrusting slowly in and out. Once, I had experimented with trying to work my whole fist carefully inside her body, but Kendra called it off with a squeal of pain and a shake of her head. Her vagina is pretty stretchable, but it drew the line at fisting. I left my thumb out of her hole and put it to use briskly rubbing her clit.

After all the time she had spent lying there waiting for it, her first orgasm hit almost immediately. She couldn't stiffen much more than she already was with the dildo pole up her ass and clamped to the spreader, but she threw her head back and screamed ecstatically into the gag. She clamped down firmly on my fingers, and I held them still while the orgasm washed over her body, then gently receded.

I worked two more orgasms out of her with my hand. Then I decided that it was time to get my aching balls properly drained. I eased my fingers out of her pussy and slid my cock where they had been, thrusting slowly and then gradually speeding up. After a four-finger stretch-out, you'd think she might have been pretty loose, but her well-trained Kegel muscles allowed her to grip my penis firmly while my orgasm built. Her body jerked on the bed with each thrust, working the dildo in and out of her ass slightly each time. She was on the edge of another orgasm, and I held back until I could feel it sweep over her, then released my pent-up load into her body.

We laid on the bed, spent, for quite a while. Then I started unfastening Kendra's restraints. After we had gotten ourselves cleaned up with a quick turn in the shower, I said, "Let me show you what I was working on so diligently while you were getting good and horny in the bedroom."

As we walked back from the bathroom to the computer room, I waved at the window and said, "Just look outside." Slushy snow still covered the city, and the leaden sky looked as though it was going to shit more on us any time. "Now that we've had both our COVID shots, I was thinking it might be getting time to get the hell out of here to somewhere warm for a while. The American border is still closed, but some of the tropical sun spots have gotten their vaccine act together and are starving for business. I eliminated a lot of places that are still having outbreaks, but that still left a reasonable number of sunny spots that are pretty safe. And look what I found in one of them." I turned my screen so she could see it.

It was a clothing-optional resort on an obscure Caribbean island. Clothing-optional resorts aren't unusual, but this one had an added twist: it catered to BDSM enthusiasts. It particularly targeted couples with male doms and female subs, but it wasn't picky. Female doms and male subs were welcome, as well as switches, same-sex couples, and any other combinations. Singles were also welcome, and opportunities would be provided for picking up playmates for the day or for your whole stay.

There seemed to be only a few rules, all of them around consent and safety. Otherwise, no holds were barred. If you wanted, you could have sex right on the beach, in or out of restraints. You were encouraged to bring your own personal toys, but you could also book a dungeon with larger equipment: racks, bondage frames, spanking benches, pillories, and just about anything else a pair of bondage enthusiasts might want.

"I'm glad you waited until you'd gotten me off before you showed me that. Otherwise I might have creamed myself right here in the office chair. Kev, that's a totally wonderful idea. I have some vacation coming up that my boss is begging me to clear off the books as soon as possible. And just look at the discounts they're offering to get their business rebooted after they've been shut down for so long."

We booked a two-week all-inclusive package, right then and there.

**

As we wheeled our bags into the lobby of the resort to check in, I could see what the on-line brochure meant. Some people were wearing clothes of one kind or another, usually some sort of fetish wear featuring a lot of leather, latex and metal and not always covering up very much skin. Some were totally naked. One woman walked by in a collar, handcuffs, a ball gag, and nothing else, being towed by a man holding a leash attached to her collar. Another was wearing a strict-looking chastity belt, walking with that slightly awkward gait that suggested that she had things locked in her pussy and/or ass. The clientele reminded me of the audience at one of T'Jalla's bondage wear shows, and we felt slightly out of place in our respectable travel clothes. The only thing we didn't see were COVID masks, which made sense given that you couldn't get within a thousand meters of the resort without proof of two vaccinations at least two weeks prior.

Our bags were heavy, but not with a lot of clothing. With difficulty, we had whittled our bondage equipment down to a relatively few favourites, but we still allowed ourselves a few bulkier items, including our beloved doggy-style bondage frame folded neatly into its case. Even though we had stayed away from heavy steel toys as much as possible, we had still struggled to keep our bags down to 22 kilos. A lot of bondage toys are just naturally heavy.

Our room was lovely, a small suite with a four-poster king bed, and a mini-kitchen and separate sitting room with a balcony that overlooked the beach. There wasn't much about the room that was specific to bondage, except that I noticed eyebolts here and there along the walls and around the doorframe, as well as on the posts of the four-poster bed. I also noticed that the legs of the long coffee table in front of the couch looked scuffed, as if ropes had repeatedly been tied to them. If you wanted something better equipped, you'd need to rent one of the dungeons. We were pretty sure that we could make do here, although we agreed that it would be fun to try out a dungeon at least once.

We got dressed in nothing but sandals, sun hats and small shoulder bags to hold our room cards, sunscreen, and other essentials, and went exploring. There were bars and restaurants both attached to the main building and scattered around the resort, and the obligatory small shop that sold snacks, drinks, toiletries, condoms, and overpriced bondage equipment.

We were hungry from having subsisted on airplane food for most of the day, so we stopped by the buffet, stepping around a naked woman kneeling on the floor in handcuffs and eating from a dog dish. She had a little doggy tail protruding from a butt plug her ass. Not our brand of kink, but whatever makes you happy. I noticed that the chairs all had towels on them, not a bad idea considering the body parts that might be in contact with them. Another echo of T'Jalla's shows.

It was still late afternoon and there was lots of sun left to enjoy, so we headed to the beach. There, almost everyone was naked. A few people were enthusiastically having sex, but most were just doing what people do on a beach: lying in the sun reading, dozing or otherwise just unwinding. One woman was suspended by her wrists from an overhanging tree branch, and another was chained to a beach lounge, but most people seemed willing to wait to get back to their rooms before getting into whatever they liked to get into.

We commandeered a couple of lounge chairs, had a swim and then just stretched out and air-dried, relishing not having to deal with wet bathing suits. We were conscious of our Canadian-winter skin tones. Even Kendra's skin looked a bit pale compared to some of the people who had obviously been here long enough to really brown up.

We had a brief orientation meeting at 7:30, so we didn't allow ourselves to get too comfortable. Besides, we didn't want to get too much sun the first day or two, sunscreen or not. Aside from the parts that hadn't seen sun since September, I was tanning parts that had never seen any, ever. Even Kendra had to be a bit careful, considering that her half-European skin isn't all that dark. We packed up our meagre possessions and headed off to the orientation.

We got a rundown of the amenities and some of the equipment we could rent (not confined to bondage equipment), and tours we could book. Unfortunately, for any of the off-resort tours, we'd have to dress at least minimally. The rest of the orientation focused on safety and consent, especially the latter.

"You all probably have your own safe words, but so everybody is on the same page, I'm going to give you the same Island safe word: 'Antelope.' The safe-grunt is three short grunts, a pause, then three more -- sort of a truncated SOS through the nose. Any time you hear someone use one of those signals, take a quick look around. You should see a dom stopping whatever they're doing and checking on a sub. If you don't see the dom stopping, or don't see a dom around at all, call security, or if necessary, intervene until you're satisfied that the sub is safe.

"Further to that, never get out of earshot of a sub, especially if they're gagged, for more than ten minutes, tops. If they need to safeword out, you need to be there to hear them. It's a really serious infraction to leave someone alone in bondage for any length of time.

"Now, get a tan and have some fun."

**

We spent the first three days or so mostly lounging around on and off the beach, trying out the various restaurants and just unwinding. We had bondage sex on the beach a couple of times, just for the novelty and the exhibitionistic thrill of it, but mostly we kept the sex in our room.

The fourth day, I felt like trying one of the other amenities. "Hey, Kendra, you have your scuba certification, right? I have mine too, but it's been at least a couple of years since I've done it. You want to rent some equipment and try a dive?"

"That sounds like a blast. I love scuba, but I haven't had a chance for a long time either."

We walked to the beach shack and got equipped. We were only planning a single-tank dive, nothing too fancy, but we were both excited, having been told that there's lots of interesting scenery just a short distance off the beach and at depths of well under thirty metres.

We packed up our equipment and headed down to the water. For fans of public bondage, there were restraint positions dotted around in little groups just at the edge of the sand, and we passed a group of three Saint Andrew's crosses partly shaded under some trees. Only one was currently occupied. A well tanned white woman with a cascade of dark brown hair was tied to it at the wrists and ankles with many neat turns of what looked like white cotton rope, a panel gag across the lower part of her face. A crotch rope ran through her pussy and was knotted around a big dildo to hold it far up her vagina. I could see some red marks on her legs that looked like healing whip marks.

She seemed to be struggling with the rope bondage, but it wasn't budging. I stopped for a few seconds to make sure she was all right, and she seemed to be. It's considered fine to look at someone in public bondage, but not to stare, and certainly not to invade another couple's scene, so we continued on to the water's edge. Still, I couldn't help wondering where her dom was.

We put on all our gear and walked backwards into the water to keep our flippers from curling up and trying to come off. When we got to shoulder depth, we lowered our masks, put our respirators in our mouths, and sank under the surface. For a minute we just enjoyed the sight of each other under water, her breasts and my penis floating weightless in ways we had never seen before. Then we went exploring.

At first there wasn't much but sand and rocks, but as we got further out and the water deepened, the bottom got more interesting. There wasn't much coral, but sea plants and colorful tropical fish were everywhere. We saw a small octopus skuttle away when it saw us, disappearing between two rocks for safety. Spiny rock lobster grazing on the bottom ignored us completely as we drifted by. I wondered if we'd meet any of them again at the seafood table.

Eventually our air was getting to the point where we started heading in. We still had lots, but we didn't want to push too close to the line. When we got into shallower water, Kendra came up beside me and started stoking my cock. It was pretty clear what she had in mind, and I didn't need convincing. I had never had sex under water before, but this seemed like the perfect time to try it.

We got closer to shore and came up so we were only a meter or less under the surface. We didn't want to take chances on being too deep if someone's mask got knocked off or something. We don't usually have sex without some kind of restraints, but this was clearly no tine for those -- "recipe for disaster" doesn't half describe it. I guess technically we were both gagged by our respirators, so that would have to do by way of bondage.

I considered positions. With tanks on our backs, sex from behind looked like a non-starter, so I floated closer to Kendra from the front and gently hooked two fingers in her pussy. That allowed me to pull her closer, our bodies touching in the warm, crystal-clear water, her nipples brushing mine. She hooked her legs around me, her ankles behind my knees, and my cock slid into her, her pussy feeling wet with more than sea water.

We didn't get fancy. I just rocked against her, her legs keeping me from being pushed away as we floated. We both came in a rush, spurred on by the unreal novelty of the weightless experience, bubbles erupting explosively from the regulators as we cried out into our mouthpieces.

We held each other and floated for a minute, getting our breath back and letting the salt water wash the sex juices off our bodies. Then, our air supply nearly gone, we surfaced and paddled back to the beach.

**

We walked out of the water, did a quick cold-water rinse at the beachside shower to get the salt off, and headed back up to our beach lounges, blissfully tired out from our swim and our underwater sex. We laid back and dried in the sun again, chatting about what we had seen under the water and planning the rest of our day. Maybe we'd try the steak house on the other side of the property that people were raving about.

It was time to take our equipment back to the rental shack, so we packed up and headed away from the water. As we got closer to the bondage crosses, I noticed that the same woman was still tied to one. She seemed to have given up struggling and just hung dejectedly from her bound wrists. Her "cascade of dark brown hair" had turned into sweat-soaked strands plastered to her face and body. The sand was wet beneath her spread legs, as though she had given up the fight to hold her bladder. Still no dom in sight.

I got closer to her and she noticed me. "Uh-uh-uh. Uh-uh-uh." I was pretty sure that it was the safe-grunt, but I was still too far away to be sure, so I got closer.

"What did you say?"

"Uh-uh-uh. Uh-uh-uh." This time there was no mistaking it.

I walked right up to her. "Want me to get that gag off so you can tell me what you need?" She nodded enthusiastically. I looked behind her head and saw that the fucking thing was locked in place with a brass padlock. My scuba gear included a small but very sharp sheath knife. I got it out of the bag, but before I used it, I asked, "Do you want me to cut it off?" I didn't want to be responsible for ruining someone's bondage toy without permission.

More nodding, and then she wisely held her head very still. The knife sliced through the strap with one cut and the gag dropped to the sand. It didn't have a stuffer built into it, but there was obviously something in her mouth. She opened as wide as she could and I dug in with my fingers to retrieve a large yellow sponge.

She gasped for a minute and then croaked hoarsely, "Can I have some water?" I held my water bottle, still half full, to her lips and she gulped it down, followed by the remains of Kendra's bottle.

"Nick, that asshole! He said he was going back to his room to get a flogger, and he'd only be gone a few minutes. That was hours ago. He probably picked up a new piece of ass in the bar and forgot about me. What time is it, anyway?"

I told her. "Four hours! That bastard left me tied up out here for four fucking hours. I'm partly in the shade and I'm wearing about six liters of SPF 60, but I still feel like a roasted turkey. The next time I see him I'm going to rip his balls off and shove them up his ass."

"I'm going to ask the obvious -- would you like us to untie you?"

"Yes. Definitely. I was trying to hold out with the safe-grunt, but I finally gave up waiting for Nick. I'm really glad you paid attention to it. Please get me the fuck off this thing."

As Kendra worked at the knots on one wrist and I worked at the knots on the other -- it seemed a shame to cut what was obviously high-quality bondage rope -- I said, "I'm Kev, by the way. That's Kendra. I'm this funny color because we just got here from an Ontario winter. Kendra was born with a tan, but I need to work for it."

"Allyson. From Michigan -- not much warmer than Ontario, but I've been here for a while so I've colored up."

Kendra asked, "Did this Nick character come with you from Michigan?"

"No, I came by myself and we picked each other up at a mixer event after I got here. I thought he'd be a fun bondage playmate, but he keeps overstepping -- flogging too hard, slow to respond to safewords. This absolutely tears it. I'm done with him. Ah, that's better." She rubbed her wrists to try to massage away the spiral pressure marks the ropes had left. "I was wondering if my arms were ever going to have blood in them again."

She reached behind her and tried to untie the crotch rope, but her hands weren't working very well yet. Kendra undid the knots for her, and Allyson pulled out the dildo with a relieved sigh. It was a big one, all right, and had been rammed really far in.

As we worked on her ankle ropes, a large naked man walked up, holding a flogger and scowling. He was black, but obviously not an Islander -- when he spoke, he had an American accent. "What the fuck do you two think you're doing? Don't you know that you never fuck with someone else's scene?"

"Don't you know that you never leave a sub tied up alone for more than ten minutes? We were responding to a safe-grunt. You should have been here to respond to it yourself."

The guy started getting belligerent and yelling anti-white racist slurs, which sounded particularly stupid considering Kendra's half-African heritage. I noticed a woman in a yellow security jacket walking along the path. She was wearing short pants and a short-sleeved jacket, but it was still a bit odd to see that much clothing on someone after we had gotten used to the local state of undress. When she noticed the ruckus, she picked up the pace and hurried over.

"Mr. Ripley," she said sternly to Nick with her hands on her hips. "I see you've gotten yourself in a mess again." Allyson explained what had happened as Kendra and I finished untying her ankles.

"We've been getting complaints about you ever since you got here. Some are minor, but this is the big one. Get back to your room and start packing. In one hour, several large security guards are going to drop by to escort you off the resort, and you won't be coming back. It's people like you who ruin this place for people who just want some harmless fun."

Nick glared at her and balled his fists, and I wondered if this was going to turn physical. But he looked around at the four people facing him, and also at the truncheon and handcuffs on the guard's belt, and thought better of it. Nick turned, threw the flogger on the ground in disgust, and stormed off.

The guard gave us a card with her mobile number on it. "If you have any more trouble with him, or with anyone else for that matter, phone me, or the main number." We thanked her and picked up our gear again. I put the rope and dildo into my beach bag, since Allyson didn't have any convenient way of carrying them. I added the flogger that Nick had dropped, but I carried the ruined gag and sodden sponge and dropped them in a garbage container as we walked by. "If you want to walk with us while we return these, I think you're in serious need of some more water and then a stiff drink or two."

After we ditched the scuba gear, we hit the poolside bar and sat on swim up stools in the shade with the lower halves of our bodies in the water. Kendra and I had already had plenty of time in the water, but there's always room for more when you're on vacation, and Allyson was badly in need of cooling off. Sunstroke would probably have been next if she hadn't caved and used the safe-grunt when she did. Kendra and I had cocktails and snacks, but Allyson started off with a Gatorade to help her rehydrate before going on to more interesting drinks. Since she hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast, she had a sandwich instead of the little appies that Kendra and I were having.

She was between steady partners at home, and she'd come to the island largely for some non-committal bondage sex. Instead, she got Nick. We learned that she really enjoyed some flogging and spanking, within reason, and like Kendra, enjoyed anal sex, although not to the same degree. She leaned toward sex with men, but was completely happy with women, too. It's surprising how frank people get sitting naked at a bar in a bondage-themed resort.

"If you're short a playmate for the next while," Kendra said, "you could come over to our place and we could exchange bondage tips, with demonstrations. We have some interesting toys that you might like to try out."

"That would be wonderful. It would help wash the taste of Nick out of my mouth, in both senses of the phrase. But right now, I'm feeling kind of wobbly, and I might just go back to my room and lie down for a while. Can we set something up for tomorrow?"

"Why not join us for dinner at the buffet at, say, six tomorrow, and then we can take it from there." We exchanged room numbers and she walked somewhat unsteadily off to her room.

**

Kendra was lying on the bed, her ankles tied to the eyebolts on the bottom bedposts with the rope that we had salvaged from Allyson's predicament the day before. We generally prefer cuffs to rope, but rope is a good alternative if you use it in a position that doesn't put weight on it and pay close attention to how tight it is. A knot that won't work tighter is critical. Her wrists were bound behind her back with more rope, and she was gagged with tape. We don't do tape very often either. However, her favorite cuffs and gag were in use elsewhere, so we had improvised.

As we came down from our final orgasms and I wiped up Kendra's pussy with a wet facecloth, we became aware of sounds from around the corner in the sitting room. A chain was clanking loudly, feet were stomping around, and we could hear urgent-sounding "Mmpphh's."

"It wound seem as though our new friend is getting frustrated at having to listen to us having noisy sex in here while she's out there by herself. Shall we join her?"

I untied Kendra's ankles, but I left the tape on her mouth and the rope on her wrists for the time being. She hadn't been tied up for all that long, and she's apt to be disappointed if she's released too quickly. She got up from the bed, a little awkwardly, and followed me out to the other room.

There stood Allyson, her arms crossed wrist to elbow behind her back in Kendra's favorite snap cuffs, with the gothic-looking neoprene gag strapped over her mouth. Her ankles weren't restrained, but she couldn't go very far. The locking butt plug was in her ass, the plunger extended and locked to keep its three petals spread out in her rectum and totally prevent it from sliding back out past her sphincter. We had brought the light three-meter chain with us, and one end was locked to the plug and the other to an eyebolt in the doorway between the sitting room and the hallway. She had been pacing back and forth as far as the chain would let her, getting hornier by the minute. The whole room smelled strongly of female arousal.

"You look as though you don't like sex going on when you're not a part of it. Am I right?" By way of reply, we got another extended and somewhat frustrated-sounding "Mmmmmppphhhh."

"Well, let's see what we might be able to do about that." I went back to the bedroom and got the pieces of rope I had taken off Kendra's ankles. Then I grabbed the chain and pulled Allyson backward by the asshole until she was standing right in the doorframe. I tied first one ankle, then the other to eyebolts just above floor level on either side of the doorframe so that her legs were conveniently spread.

Since they weren't very heavy, we had brought our labia spreaders, and I applied them to pull Allyson's snatch wide open and expose all the interesting things it was hiding. I peeled the tape off Kendra's lips. "Kendra, would you like to do the honours on Allyson's pussy? It looks and smells like it needs you." Her wrists still bound, she dropped to her knees, tipped her head back a bit, and started in on Allyson's exposed clit with her tongue.

Allyson started making little pleasure-grunts behind the gag almost immediately. I let her build up some steam for a few minutes, then came up behind her with the flogger that Nick had dropped and gave her a light swat on the bum with it. A surprised but not unhappy squeal came from behind her gag.

"I haven't done this before. Kendra doesn't care for being flogged, and I've never experimented with it, so I'm going to start small and work slowly up. I'm sure you'll let me know when I reach your pain tolerance."

I started giving her rhythmic swats on the bum, thighs and back, changing the contact point between each stroke so I didn't wear out the same spot. She made a little yelp that sounded like a micro-orgasm when each blow landed, and they got bigger as I got heavier and the pink patches turned a deeper red. Eventually she gave a pained-sounding "Mmpphh" and held her cuffed hand out sideways, palm down, in an improvised "that's enough" signal. I stopped ramping up the flogging from then on.

Since she was blocking the doorway, I couldn't come around to flog the front of her body unless I interrupted Kendra to crawl between Allyson's legs. However, once or twice I reached over her shoulder to give her a flick on a nipple. I kept those ones pretty light, knowing how sensitive the target would be.

With the dual stimulation of Kendra's lips and tongue in her pussy and the flogger on her back and bum, Allyson started orgasming quickly. The chain, still attached to the butt plug, clanked loudly as she shook with pleasure. Unlike Kendra's, her orgasmic scream was more like a powerful growl that came from deep within her thrashing body.

Because the upper part of her body wasn't supported the way it would have been if she had been in a full spread-eagle, she almost collapsed when it hit. We both stopped what we were doing for a minute to let her come down a bit, then started in again, pulling one orgasm after another out of her.

When she seemed to be nearing exhaustion, I said, "That's probably enough," and put down the flogger. Kendra pulled her mouth away, and I reached between Allyson's legs and just soothingly held her pussy, no doubt tired from convulsing in so many orgasms. I considered briefly whether I wanted a turn in it, but I had just had an excellent session with Kendra, and I didn't think my cock really wanted to be coaxed into action again so soon. Doubtless Allyson's pussy didn't either.

I untied Kendra's wrists so she could help me get Allyson out of all her restraints -- this team approach to releasing Allyson was getting to be a habit. I unfastened the gag and unlocked the butt plug while Kendra untied her ankles. When the gag came out, she said, "My God, Kev. Considering that you haven't done it before, you're an artist with that flogger." Kendra pushed in the plunger to fold the plug back up and worked it out of Allyson's anus. "That's one interesting device. I've never been chained up by my asshole before. It felt really hot to have all that pressure inside me and be totally unable to get it out."

**

Once everyone was untied, we sat on the couch to talk about what had just gone on. I produced a bottle of wine and three glasses to lubricate the discussion.

"That was so much better than any session I've had with Nick. He tends to be just rough, and he's not very creative -- always just the ropes. You two seem to know exactly how to make pain and pent-up demand sensual rather than just annoying."

I turned to Kendra. "What did you think about eating out Allyson's pussy?"

"That was fun. On the whole I prefer people with penises, partly just as a matter of being more hetero than bi, and partly because men have one more device to fuck me with. But it's always fun to switch it up. It wasn't the first time, and won't be the last. But for our next session maybe you'd like to eat mine. I haven't had a woman do that in years, maybe not since high school."

"You've got it," Allyson agreed.

"Flogging you was an interesting experience," I chimed in. "I don't think I exactly enjoyed it for myself. Inflicting pain, even mild erotic pain, really isn't one of the things I fantasize about. But I liked it because you liked it. Pulling pleasure out of another person is always a good trip for me."

Kendra said, "That was the first threesome we've ever done. Of course, with COVID, we couldn't have others in the house for over a year anyway, so sex was strictly a two-person affair until now. Thank God we moved in together before COVID hit. Masturbating over Zoom for a year wouldn't have been much fun. But we've never really wanted to bring in another person anyway -- fucking has always seemed like a pretty private affair. I guess something about this island has loosened us up to a lot of things.

"Frankly, I feel pretty sexed out for today. I vote we move our drinks to the patio, enjoy the rest of the sun, and then hit the sack."

We did that, and after a couple of glasses of wine and some more chat about life, Allyson prepared to go back to her room. Kendra spoke. "If you'd like to meet us again for dinner at six, maybe at the Italian restaurant for a change, we can show you some of our other tricks afterward. Have you ever tried urethral sounding?"

"That's sticking things in your peehole, right?"

"Not just anything, but that's basically it. Not for everyone, but if you want to see how we do it, and then maybe try it at the beginner's level yourself just to see if it grabs you, let's play with it tomorrow. We can fit in some good bondage sex too -- sounding won't be the only thing on the menu if you don't get off on it. But maybe search it out on some porn sites and get a better feel for it before you come over."

Allyson left and we got ready for bed -- which consisted of brushing our teeth, since we were already wearing what we usually wear to bed, that is, nothing. Kendra gave me a gentle good-night blowjob, we kissed and rolled over to sleep.

**

The next day, we met Allyson at the Italian restaurant. Since it was a specialty restaurant, we put on a few clothes rather than showing up naked. We didn't exactly turn up in a tux and an evening gown -- we wore shorts and a tropical-themed shirt and a skimpy halter top respectively, and Allyson wore a microscopic mini-dress -- but it was enough to make the meal feel a little more special. Looking around the room, we didn't see much nudity and even less bondage -- people mostly saved that stuff for the buffet if they were going to bring it to a meal.

After an excellent dinner, the three of us walked back to my and Kendra's room to get on to the more erotic part of the evening. As Kendra suggested, Allyson had checked out some porn videos that featured urethral sounding. "I'm not sold, but I'm intrigued. I'll definitely take you up on your offer to watch and dip my toe in."

We took off our so-called clothing and got ready. The full set of rods was already boiled up, and we had left them in the saucepan to cool during dinner. I fished them out with tongs and arranged them on a plate on top of paper towel. We washed up thoroughly and Kendra and Allyson sat facing each other on the floor.

"Now that I'm used to it, I usually start at the third size, so you can use the first two." Kendra lubed the third rod, opened her labia with one hand, delicately fished until she found the hole, and began slowly to slide it in. "I find that, once I get one of the big ones in, the sensations are awesome, especially when Kev adds a vibrator, a penis, or a tongue."

I added, "Notice that we were pretty sparing with the wine at dinner. This is one adventure that's best done sober."

"Now you try it," said Kendra. "I'm experienced, so you use the mirror and the spreaders. Start with the smallest rod, go slow, and don't worry if you can't get in more than the tip."

Allyson put on the spreaders, set the mirror between her spread legs, and started to position the smallest rod. She paused, obviously nerving herself up, and then pressed the tip against her peephole. It went in about a centimeter before she stopped, wincing, "Jesus, that hurts as much as I was afraid it would."

"You may be having a spasm, just like you sometimes do when you start putting something up your ass. See if you can manage to hold it there for a minute. It might pass."

Allyson waited several minutes. "You're right. It still hurts some, but it seems to be relaxing a bit." She clenched her lips into a tight line and slowly pushed another centimeter up her urethra,

"Owww! I think that's it for me." She held it another minute, then slowly slid the rod back out. She held one hand over her pussy as if to sooth it. "I might try that again some time, but I can't say I enjoyed it. I like pain, but that's such a different kind of pain than you get from a flogger or a spanking."

"It's an acquired taste, and lots of people never acquire it. Lots more never try it, and I can't say I blame them. It's a pretty cringey thought. But I'm glad I got the hang of it."

"I still want to see you go all the way with it, Kendra. It sounds like a really sexy thing to watch."

"Sure, that's what we offered yesterday." Kendra slipped the number three rod out and stood up. "I started doing it to myself, just like you did. That's the safest for a beginner. But now that I'm a confirmed peephole slut along with everything else, Kev does it to me while I'm in restraints. I'm often suspended upside down, which seems to be the easiest position for Kev to work with, but since we don't have our big suspension frame here, we'll use the portable version."

Kendra got out the small suitcase that held our doggy-style bondage frame. She detached the dildo holder and set it aside as she unfolded the frame and the parts clicked into place. Allyson watched in admiration as she set up the simple yet elegant device. She got on her hands and knees and positioned herself in the restraints, and I fastened the collar and cuffs that held her at her neck, wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. I got out the neoprene gag -- thoroughly sterilized since Allyson had used it the night before -- and buckled it on, the ball positioned in Kendra's mouth. "That's another thing you save for expert level," I said. "While you're getting used to sounding, you absolutely need to be able to talk to each other."

Allyson handed me the labia spreaders, which I squirted with toy cleaner and rinsed under the tap. I got on my knees behind Kendra and clipped one end to one of her pussy lips, wrapped the strap around behind her thigh, and clipped the other end to another part of the same lip. Same on the other side, and voila! Totally accessible pussy parts.

Kendra had already warmed herself up with the number three rod, so I started with number four -- 9 mm. I slowly slid in most of its length, thrust gently for a minute, and slid it out. Same with numbers five, six and seven. I spent longer easing the rods in as they got larger, her peehole gaping wider and wider as I pulled each back out.

Now the biggest, the 18 mm monster. This was a tricky one. Sometimes Kendra's urethra would accept it, and sometimes it wouldn't.

I touched the tip to the opening of her urethra and pressed gently. It slid in slowly to a depth of about four centimetres. Then Kendra's breath hitched with pain and she held out her hand, palm down. I stopped pushing and waited. Finally, she flicked her fingers gently forward for a little more depth, and I got another two centimetres in before the "stop" signal. I waited. Finally Kendra shook her head and flicked her fingers back in the "take it out" signal. This was one of those days when her urethra just wasn't going to co-operate.

I pulled the rod slowly out and replaced it with the next smaller size. That still seemed to be working for her, and I got it almost all the way in before I topped. I wiggled it a bit and did some gentle thrusting. Her breathing quickened and she started making little pleasure noises behind the gag.

Allyson watched, fascinated. "Wow, you two are like a pair of well-rehearsed ballet dancers. You seem to know exactly what Kendra's body wants at every step."

"Practice. And I know that what it wants now is extra sensation from various other places to push it over the edge."

I picked up a short piece of light cord with an alligator clip at each end and one in the middle. I clipped the middle one to the protruding rod just where it emerged from her body, and the ends to the straps of the labia spreaders. "Now I can take my hand off the rod to do other things without it slipping in or out.

"I think I'll do her in the ass tonight." I remembered Kendra's suggestion that she'd like Allyson to eat her out, just to see if it still felt as good as it used to. "Want to double-team Kendra with me?" Allyson slid under Kendra's body, her feet past Kendra's head and her mouth nicely level with her pussy. She rubbed her own pussy against Kendra's dangling breasts for a minute, then started licking her clit enthusiastically.

"If you feel like it, give the end of the rod a flick with your tongue from time to time. Drives her crazy."

With Allyson out of my way under Kendra's body, I could kneel behind her and have an unimpeded shot at her asshole. I lubed everything, put the end of my cock against her pucker, and pressed firmly. As usual, it slid in with only momentary resistance, and I could feel Kendra's whole body react as I pushed it home. I came in at an angle that kept my body away from the bit of rod that was protruding from her urethra. I didn't want to slam into it accidentally and drive it all the way in with what would have been way too much force. As I thrust into her, Kendra slammed forward rhythmically in the frame, her collarbone protected by the thick padding on the neck restraint.

While I worked the asshole that was above the rod, Allyson worked the clit below it. She flicked the end of the rod with her tongue from time to time, and Kendra rose to orgasm incredibly fast. She peaked to her usual epic scream behind the gag -- bless the tight neoprene seal, although people around here were very used to orgasmic screams from other units. A little pee, or squirt, or probably both, came out around the rod in her hole. Intense stimulation from three body parts at once drove Kendra over the edge again and again, until I couldn't hold back any more and pumped my load deep into her body.

I pulled out and checked the anal ooze with a cloth. As we all gasped for air and came down from our respective highs, I reached under and held a Kendra breast in one hand and an Allyson breast in the other, just enjoying the aftermath of another huge climax.

Allyson rolled out from under Kendra's body and joined me in unfastening her restraints. "Jesus, Kev. That sure was something to be part of. I really want you two to do exactly that to me. Maybe minus the rods but plus some flogging. I think pain does for me what sounding does for Kendra."

"I'm sure we can oblige. But not for a little while. I can usually cum at least twice a night, but I'm going to need some time to recharge. Let's hit the balcony again for a while and take in some tropical evening air."

Once I felt safe to stand up again, I rustled up another bottle of wine and three more glasses and we headed out the balcony door.

**

"You see what I mean about having bondage sex with a sounding rod up me. The mix of sensations just supercharges some of the best orgasms of my life. We don't do it all that often because the results are so extreme. And tonight -- feeling you lick my pussy while Kev fucked my ass was just indescribable."

Allyson replied, "That's what pain does for me, just the way sounding seems to for you. Sensations just coming at me from everywhere. If I'm tied up and get fucked right after I'm flogged, so much the better. When you two fucked me and flogged me at the same time yesterday, especially with that giant plug locked in my ass, that was the experience of a lifetime."

"I can relate intellectually, I mean about the sensations coming from all sides," said Kendra. "But it's never seemed like something I would want. One thing I like about Kev is how careful he is not to hurt me. He pays close attention, and if I twitch or yelp like something we're doing hurts, he backs right off until he finds a better way to do it. You saw how he dealt with the number eight rod when it was just too big for me today."

"I'm the same," I added. "When I flogged you in the doorway yesterday, one part of my brain worried that I'd really like it. I didn't want to have any desires that Kendra would rather not fulfill. But I think I told you yesterday that the only reason I enjoyed it was because you did. I didn't get any charge at all just from hurting you. But working a woman to orgasm by doing exactly what she wants done -- well, I find that a huge turn-on."

"Where did you two find each other, anyway? You seem to complete each other, and I don't just mean the sex. I can feel a real relationship in behind all the BDSM stuff."

"The photocopy room at work, actually," I said with a smile. "No, I didn't bend her over the machine and do her right there. But we both work in the same business and we see each other often, including in the copy room. We're in different departments and neither of us has any authority over the other, so there was no reason not to flirt a little over lunch and whatever. I was really attracted to her gentle, complex personality, and eventually we went out on a date, wound up in bed, and before I knew it, she was asking me to tie her up and fuck her in the ass. I had never done that before, and hadn't pictured doing it with Kendra, but it sure grabbed my fantasies and took them for a ride."

"A long ride," added Kendra. "And a good one. It wasn't long before we were an item, and then I ditched my apartment and moved in with Kev. I haven't looked back."

"Why can't I ever seem to find a partner like that?" mused Allyson. "I've had relationships with lots of guys, and some girls too, but they never seem to last very long. Sometimes they're turned off by my personal desires. Sometimes they're turned on by them, but go too far and don't treat me like a human being, like Nick, or start really hurting me more than I want to. And often they're just plain boring people when we aren't actually fucking."

Kendra went into relationship counsellor mode. That's another thing I love about her. She always seems to be able to put her finger on a problem, and genuinely likes helping other people with their issues without seeming to criticize. I've suggested that she get a degree in psychology and go into practice -- she's wasted doing legal research at Smith, Smyth and Roddenberry.

"Maybe you're going about it from the wrong end. It sounds as though you're looking for people who match your sexual proclivities, and then finding that they don't match you in any other way. You said that some don't really treat you like a human being. That's a sign right there. Maybe just keep your eye out for somebody whose personality attracts you, give them the flirty eye now and then, meet them for coffee, see if anything clicks. If you end up in even a casual relationship, and it's a guy, trust me -- most guys aren't hard to convince to add in some kink, although some might balk at the flogging part. I'm not as sure about women, since I've never really cultivated that side of my personality."

"Well, since I've gotten to know you guys, I'm starting to see relationships in a different way, that's for sure. Maybe I just won't try so hard to find exactly the right dom, and just see if I can spot exactly the right partner."

"Well, maybe 'exactly the right partner' is a bit strong, too. Partnerships involve putting up with a few flaws, as long as the total mix is positive. You should see the way Kev loads the dishwasher."

We all laughed, and the chit-chat moved on to some less serious territory.

After an hour, or maybe an hour and a half, Allyson leaned forward and wrapped her fingers gently around my penis. As she held it, it began to swell, and she gave it a few experimental pumps. "It seems as though your little friend here is nicely rested up. Shall we put him to work before he has any more wine and goes back to sleep?"

**

The bondage frame was still set up. When she uses it, Kendra just lets her braids dangle, but Allyson's long loose hair would have been in her face and all over the place, so she tied it back with a scrunchie. Then she crawled into the frame and put her head through the collar. I adjusted it to fit her body size -- she's somewhat smaller than Kendra -- and clicked it shut around her neck. I went down one side fastening the cuffs around her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles to hold her firmly in a doggy position, and Kendra went down the other.

She had bought herself another gag at the hotel store to replace the one I had had to destroy. It wasn't nearly as fancy a the one we had bought from T'Jalla, but it had a wide panel and a built-in ball that would do the trick. I fastened the strap firmly behind her head and she was ready for whatever we chose to do to her. From behind, she looked like an excellent target, held firmly with her bum pointed right at me.

She had brought a bag of tricks with her, with some of her favorite devices. I selected a wide leather strap. It didn't have metal studs or other fiendish extras on it, but it still looked as though it would hurt a lot if it came down hard. I figured that t would be easier to hit harder with it than with the flogger, so I'd have to be careful, but I also figured that our deal from yesterday would stand -- I would gradually increase the impact until she signaled that I had reached her preferred level. But I knew already that she liked more than a gentle smack, so I brought it down sharply across her ass with a satisfying "whack." It left a pink mark across her skin, showing colourfully through the tan. She yelped behind the gag, a yelp that sounded like mixed pleasure and pain.

I knew that it's customary to make the sub count the impacts, but that would be impractical in this case, so I counted for her. "One." I waited ten seconds or so before the next one. "Two." I was trying to get the stripes to line up neatly beside each other, the way experienced floggers do in the stories I've read, and was doing OK with it. A few criss-crossed a bit, but I'd say I wasn't doing badly for an amateur.

After we got to ten, Kendra slipped her body under Allyson's. She was sucking and licking Allyson's left nipple when I did the eleventh stroke. Allyson's body jumped in the frame and she cried out behind the gag much more loudly, and I'd say more passionately, than she had done for the first ten. She was right: pain plus other stimulation equalled pleasure for this one.

Kendra started licking further down Allyson's body, passing her navel and exploring her mons before working her tongue between her pussy lips and starting to flick her clit. I was careful not to hit her on the top of the head with the strap. "Twelve." This time Allyson screamed in full-throated orgasm. By the time I reached nineteen, I had run out of ass and was strapping the backs of her thighs. Between us, we pulled three more orgasms out of her before I said, "OK, last one. Twenty." I brought the strap down a little harder this time, and got another orgasmic scream.

I put the strap down and Kendra stopped licking, but didn't move out of position. We gave Allyson a few minutes to recover from the orgasms and bask in the pain of the stripes on her bum and thighs. Then, remembering that she had said that she wanted exactly the same treatment I'd given Kendra -- minus the urethral stuff -- I got on my knees behind her, lubed my cock and her asshole, and started pressing the head against her anal entrance.

It was harder to get into Allyson than I was used to with Kendra. As I said earlier, she isn't quite as practiced an anal slut as Kendra is. She felt tighter, and didn't seem to be as good at relaxing her sphincter. I went extra slowly, and was careful to stop every time a little yelp told me she was having a spasm. Pain slut or not, I doubted that a rectal spasm counted as pleasurable pain the way the strap obviously did.

Eventually I got all the way in, and started sliding my cock gently in and out of her ass. Kendra added some more pussy-licking, and together we got Allyson breathing deeper and deeper, little "Mmpphhs" of pure satisfaction coming from behind the gag.

Now this was more my style: feeling a woman gradually rise toward orgasm in waves that matched mine, my cock massaged by a firm asshole or pussy. The direct physical stimulation was way ahead of any satisfaction I got from laying on the leather. I thrust faster, burying my cock balls-deep in her willing asshole and feeling the waves of sensation gradually spreading from my cock through my entire body. It wasn't long before she stiffened, then thrashed in the frame and let out her deep guttural growl of orgasm one more time. I pumped my second load of the night into the second asshole of the night. How much better could life get?

Allyson didn't seem to be a squirter the way Kendra was, but she certainly could have crashing orgasms. The whole frame creaked and rattled with the intensity of her thrashing. Bless the robust construction of T'Jalla's product.

When I took the gag out of her mouth, all Allyson could say was "Holy Jesus. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why didn't I get into threesomes years ago?"

**

Later, doing our traditional post-mortem on the patio, Allyson sat on a thick pillow from the bedroom. "My God, that frame of yours is hot. It's so totally immobilizing, and so exposing at the same time. Every sensation was magnified by being restrained in so many places and having my legs held apart and my ass so on display. What a strap target it must have made. Kev, I'll make you into a pro flogger yet. You have an excellent arm with that thing."

"I can't say that I like it any better for its own sake than I ever have, but it's amazing what pain seems to do for you."

She took another sip of her wine and turned to Kendra. "Kendra, how did you feel watching Kev assfuck another woman right in front of you?"

"Well. he wasn't exactly in front of me. More like above me. But I take your point. I was a bit worried that I'd be jealous, but I wasn't. I was just into the moment. I'm sure that it made a difference being in on the action too. If I thought he was fucking another woman without me, then I might have the right to be jealous."

"Whatever we do next," said Allyson, "Let's wait a few days before doing any more flogging. That's the second time in two days. It was glorious, and you're getting good at it, but let's give my ass a bit more time to heal before we put it through the wringer again."

Over the next few days, we gave a rest to not only Allyson's abused skin but also elaborate bondage scenes in general. There's only so much sexual excitement the human body can take at one time. We did fool around with each other's bodies a bit, but mostly we just spent a lot of time together as a threesome, hanging out at the beach, swimming or just reading on lounge chairs. We tried paragliding once each, and had a blast doing it. We put on the minimum clothing necessary to take a couple of tours of rest of the island, and gradually figured out where they put the best stuff at the buffet.

One morning as we were getting ready to head for the beach, Kendra was standing on the balcony looking at the group of X-crosses in the distance at the edge of the sand. "I see those every time we go to the beach or even stand on the balcony. I've been wondering what it would be like to be tied to one. It seems like it would be so public and exposed, standing there naked with my legs held apart. We don't have one of those in our collection back home, and even if we did, I wouldn't be able to use it in public."

"I think we can accommodate that." I put a few extras in the beach bag and we walked down to the bench where we had arranged to meet Allyson.

When we met up, we told Allyson the plan. She shuddered and said, "After Nick, I have no urge to try one of those crosses again. But I certainly don't mind helping you out with Kendra." Kendra walked over to a cross and stood with her back against it and spread her arms and legs. We didn't use rope; we used proper leather bondage cuffs to secure her wrists and ankles to the wood of the cross. I buckled the neoprene gag in her mouth, and we let her hang there, bound and gagged and on full public display, for nearly an hour.

But we didn't wander off like Nick had done. Instead, we pulled beach chairs over in front of the cross and chatted, sipped drinks with little umbrellas in them, played with our own or each other's bodies from time to time, and watched Kendra slowly getting hornier and hornier. Eventually pussy juice was trickling down the insides of her thighs and she was yanking violently at the cuffs in frustration.

Finally, Allyson took pity. She set down her empty drink, walked over to Kendra, dropped to her knees, and began giving her a thorough pussy-reaming with her tongue. I came around behind her and massaged her breasts. It didn't take long before she was thrashing, not with frustration, but with orgasm.

Allyson and I traded positions. She massaged Kendra's breasts while I used my cock to deal with her well-licked but still-unfilled pussy. As I said earlier, it's considered impolite to stare too closely at people having public sex, but a number of people turned their beach chairs around so they could watch the show discretely from their places on the beach. A few were so turned on by what we were doing to Kendra that they started fucking right there and then. I felt proud to be so inspirational.

I added some slight knee-flex into my thrusts so I could ram my cock extra-hard up into Kendra's pussy, just the way she likes it. Allyson came around beside me and full-on sucked one of Kendra's breasts, biting lightly, just enough to send extra waves of sensation through her. She started twitching in her restraints as the sensations built and built, gasping through her nose in rhythm with my thrusts. The gasps gradually turned into muffled yelps. "Mmmpphh-mmmpphh-mmmpphh-mmmmmpphh-MMMMMMMMMPPPHH." I felt a squirt of warm pussy-cum hit me in the abdomen and trickle down over my cock. Given that Kendra doesn't usually squirt unless she has something up her ass, she must have been finding this public bondage really intense.

As the orgasm subsided, she hung limply from the wrist cuffs, her face and body streaked with sweat. I finished my orgasm and pulled out my softening cock. A little patter of applause drifted our way from the beach chair folks.

Allyson and I unbuckled Kendra from the cross and took off the gag. "Oh fuck, that was crazy!" she said as she found her balance on her feet after not using them for over an hour. "I didn't know I was such an exhibitionist. Just being tied naked while people walked by was a turn-on, especially when I was forced to watch you two fooling around in front of me. Cumming so hard in front of everyone totally topped it off."

I put the toys in their beach bag and we headed off to the water to have a swim and wash the sex goo off our bodies. As we left the little bondage playground, I noticed an employee, the same one that picked up garbage along the beach, squirt the cross with a spray bottle and wipe it down from top to bottom. Good to know that we were in a high-class resort.

**

Allyson had booked three weeks and we had booked two, so our bookings were running out at about the same time. "This holiday has been so special," said Kendra. "II still nearly cream my pants every time I think of being fucked on that cross with everybody watching. We should do something special for the end of our holiday."

"I've been thinking the same thing. We've never gotten around to booking a dungeon suite for an evening. Want to suggest that when we see Allyson tonight at dinner?"

"Excellent idea. I've looked through the catalogue at what those places come with, and it sure looks interesting. I'd also like to rent Allyson some special toys for the evening -- our treat. I know she loves pain, but it sounds as though her own toy collection is a bit -- I don't know, vanilla, if you can call straps, paddles and floggers vanilla. Let's look through the catalogue and see if we can find some things we think she'll like that're a bit unusual. The catalogue's pretty thick, so I'm sure we'll find lots."

We went through the catalogue and did, indeed, see some fascinating devices. "Hey," Kendra said. "Do you think she'd get a kick out of some of this electrostim stuff? I saw some featured in a how-to sex video a while ago. Some of it doesn't really hurt, but some can hurt quite a bit, especially if you turn them up high, and I'm pretty sure I've never heard her talking about having any."

"And look," I added. " If you're not sure what you want, you can rent a whole kit with several different toys, electrosex lube, and all sorts of stuff. You might even like to try some of the doesn't-really-hurt stuff yourself."

We waited until we had talked to Allyson about the dungeon, and she had agreed, before we rented the kit. We decided that maybe we would do this on our second last day, so we would have time to pack on our last day and so Allyson's bum would have a day to rest up before she had to spend a lot of time in a plane seat. We went back to the room and the three of us looked through the catalogue to plan out what we might like to take advantage of.

"That spanking bench with all the straps is getting me wet just thinking about it," Allyson said.

"I thought your eye might fall on that," returned Kendra. Then she added thoughtfully, "Have you ever been suspended upside down?"

"No, I've never really had access to that kind of equipment."

"You should give it a try. I find it a real trip -- you feel a hundred percent more helpless and vulnerable than you do when you're in exactly the same position right side up. Your pussy is on full display, your boobs are hanging in a totally new position, and your throat is perfectly lined up to swallow a cock. Look, they have a Saint Andrew's cross that's on a pivot so you can start one way and then get turned over. I like to be upside down when Kev puts in sounding rods, but you can get anything you want done to you. About the only thing you can't do is get a cock in your pussy or ass, but I guess that's what the pivot's for."

"That sounds like fun. I'm still freaked out by what happened to me on that cross on the beach, but this is a different cross, different environment, and most important, different people. I've come to trust you more than I ever trusted Nick, even before he pulled that stunt that got his ass kicked off the island."

By the time we had finished browsing the catalogue, we were all pretty excited about the possibilities. The women had to get me to tie them both up and fuck them to work off the energy. We didn't tell Allyson in advance about the electrosex toys because we wanted it to be a surprise, but we certainly intended to tell her before we used them. It's never a good idea to spring pain devices on someone totally cold.

We waited until we had packed it in for the night and Allyson had gone home before phoning down to the dungeon department to book the electrosex kit -- they stayed open most of the night for obvious reasons. We also booked a set of nipple-and-labia clamps we thought Allyson might enjoy, and a strict-looking neck-and-arm yoke for Kendra that came with a clamp-like steel gag built into it. We also watched a couple more how-to videos to make sure we knew what we were doing with the elecrosex stuff. Bed time was a touch later than usual that night.

**

The next day we all messed around on the beach as usual, swimming, reading, chatting and taking in sun. We had the dungeon booked for four o'clock, so we had an afternoon snack and planned a late dinner when we were done -- either the last-night buffet or room service if we didn't feel in shape to eat in public. We didn't want to eat too much beforehand if Allyson was going to try inverted suspension for the first time.

When it was time to get ready, we went back to our rooms and collected up some of our favourite restraints and toys. Then we met in the lobby and I collected the key card for Dungeon Five. Kendra and Allyson were naked as usual except for leather cuffs on their wrists and, in Allyson's case, a black leather collar. I connected their cuffs together behind their backs and we headed to the elevator to go down to the dungeons.

I unlocked the door to the dungeon and held it for the cuffed women. Wow. Even though the catalogue had shown us pretty much what to expect, we were still amazed at the sight of so much bondage furniture in one place. Racks, pillories, the Saint Andrew's cross, restraint rings on the walls and floor, a metal cage, a bondage bed with cuffs and chains at the four corners, a restraint chair with two removable dildoes sticking up from the middle of the seat -- a BDSM enthusiast's wet dream.

We put our bags of personal toys on the floor next to the cross. Our rental items were neatly laid out on the bed, each wrapped in plastic to show that it had been sanitized within an inch of its life.

"We rented you a little surprise," Kendra said to Allyson. "Just a little thank-you for all the fun we've had with you." She handed Allyson the electrosex kit, and she opened it. Her eyes widened.

"Holy fuck! I've seen stuff like this in porn videos, but it's so expensive to buy that I've never had the chance to try anything like this. But I've always wanted to see what it's like."

The kit contained a violet wand with several attachments, a TENS plug, and a White Knight combination vibrator and shocker, together with a bottle of electrosex gel that would provide better contact than regular lube. There was also a booklet with tips and cautions, which Kendra and I had borrowed in advance and read from cover to cover. "A little more sophisticated than the usual straps and paddles, eh?" I said.

"Let's get you set up on the bondage cross," said Kendra. I unfastened both women's cuffs from behind their backs, and removed Allyson's entirely because the cross already had lots of cuffs built into it. She took her new gag out of her bag and started to put the ball in her mouth, but I stopped her. "This is all new territory, so best we do it without the gag for now. I need to hear how you're doing with it. Plenty of time for gagged fun later."

She stood on a low bench with her back to the cross and spread her arms and legs. Kendra and I fastened cuffs at her wrists, elbows, waist, knees and ankles -- this device didn't kid around. Then I removed the bench, leaving her hanging by the restraints. I could see why there were so many of them -- no one part of her body was having to take much weight on its own.

"Now let's try a new position," I said. I pulled back a spring-catch that was locking the cross in its usual upright position and began to turn it slowly on its central pivot. When it was turned 180 degrees, another stop engaged with the spring clip and kept it there. I ran my hand over her pussy, now presented invitingly at face level, and gently squeezed one breast, now hanging upside down. "How is it so far?"

Allyson squirmed experimentally in her restraints. "Wow, I see what you mean, Kendra. I love the extra feeling of exposure and helplessness I get like this. I've never felt anything like it." Her pussy under my hand was soaking wet already.

"Can I try the violet wand first?" asked Kendra. I handed it to her and she selected an end to insert into the rubber-coated handle. There were two glass wands to choose from: a rake with five points and a single probe. There was also a metal plate about the size of a credit card attached by a wire to a plug that would be inserted into the handle. Kendra selected the single probe, which the booklet said would give a stronger shock than the rake because it wouldn't be split five ways.

I plugged the cord into one of the many outlets dotted along the walls. I noted that it had a GFI breaker -- good idea, I thought, considering that whatever people plugged into it would be used in an intimate fashion with what could be a very wet part of a person's body. Then I walked over to a slider-type light switch and turned the lights way down.

Kendra turned on the wand and the argon gas inside the glass probe glowed a bright -- guess what? -- violet. A slightly sinister hum filled the air. She set it on a low setting and held it a few millimeters from her own inner arm. A bright spark leapt from the wand to her skin, looking spectacular in the dim light. "Ow! That hurts, all right. Not terribly, but it's sure more than a pinprick."

She approached one of Allyson's bound arms with the wand. Allyson looked apprehensive but excited at the same time, the way I always imagine myself looking just before stepping on a roller coaster. When the spark jumped to Allyson's arm, she yelped and jerked, but it was the same kind of yelp I'd heard her make when being spanked or strapped, a yelp of pain mixed with a weird sort of micro-orgasmic pleasure.

Kendra ran the wand slowly over various parts of Allyson's body, dragging the little electrical arc over various patches of skin. Allyson said, "Try turning it up," and Kendra did. The spark grew visibly bigger, and so did the yelps. She tried using it on more and more sensitive areas: the insides of the thighs, breasts, then nipples, then finally pussy lips. She was careful to stay away from the head area, especially the back of the skull, as the how-to videos warned.

Finally she said, "Tell me if this is over the top." She opened Allyson's pussy lips with one hand and touched the arc to her exposed clit.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, and Kendra quickly pulled the wand back. When Allyson got her breath back, she said, "That hurt like holy hell, but wow. I just about came at the same time. The pain was exquisite -- not like anything I've ever felt before. I've never dared to let someone hit me there because I was afraid it might do serious damage, but I know that thing is set up so it can't possibly injure you. It just feels like it could. Try it again."

Kendra obliged, holding the wand in place a bit longer this time. Allyson shrieked and thrashed wildly in her cuffs, and Kendra moved the arc around to various parts of her pussy, then pulled it away. "My God. That was so much better than just being hit with a strap. So targeted right on my happy spot. And I see the advantage of being in this position with my pussy in the air."

Kendra went back to Allyson's nipples to give her clit a rest. Every time she sparked one, Allyson yelped and jerked. "Try it one notch higher." Kendra clicked to the next number, now at eight on a range of ten. She pulled Allyson's pussy open again, and Allyson held her breath waiting for the spark. When it came, she threw her head back and howled, but it sounded more like a scream of orgasm than a scream of pure pain, that characteristic guttural growl that signals she's climaxing hard.

"Oh sweet fucking Jesus. I was kind of scared when we started this, but now I could do it all day. It doesn't leave afterburn like a strap or a flogger does, so it doesn't wear out the body parts. Although eventually I might run out of stamina for cumming."

"I want to try the contact plate." Kendra turned off the wand, removed the probe, and placed it in its protective spot in the foam-lined box. She plugged in the contact plate and taped it to her hip. Normally you'd stick it inside some clothing, maybe a waistband or a boot, but that was pretty impractical at this point. She gave me the wand handle to hold, and I turned it on.

Kendra reached out a finger and held it not quite touching the skin of Allyson's belly. A tiny lightning bolt jumped from her finger to Allyson's skin. "Ouch. I can feel that too, but fingers are a lot tougher than some of the skin I'm going to use them on." She curled her fingers so she could run all five over Allyson's skin at once, moving slowly down -- or in this case, up -- her body from just below her neck, over her breasts and nipples, and over her belly to her mons and then her pussy.

At that point she had a dilemma. If she used her fingers to open up Allyson's labia, the firm contact would ground out all the power and kill the arc. Rather than sparking Allyson's clit directly, she satisfied herself with sparking her closed labia, which produced a pretty strong reaction anyway. Then she reached further down and held a finger over Allyson's anus. A strong spark leapt from the single finger and caught Allyson right in the asshole. That pushed her over the edge again, cumming with her usual guttural scream of pain and pleasure right on top of one another. The air in the dungeon was beginning to smell strongly of ozone, mixing with the equally strengthening smell of sex.

I had been watching with fascination, particularly when Kendra turned herself into a living lightning machine like a character in an old horror movie. While Allyson came down from her latest climax, I said "Hey, let me try that." I turned off the wand and handed it to Kendra. I held her other hand firmly, and she turned on the wand again. Holding Kendra's hand, I was now a conduit for the electric charge, and when I held a finger next to Allyson's skin, I too felt the sharp snap of the charge as it arced from me to her.

I played my fingers up and down her body the way Kendra had. It took a bit of practice to hold my fingers just next to her skin without actually touching and draining the charge painlessly into her body, but I got it. When I got to her pussy, I played lightning over the outsides of her closed labia. Then I said, "Turn that off a sec. I have an idea." I let go of Kendra's hand and got the roll of tape that she had used to secure the contact plate. I tore off two pieces, pried open Allyson's labia, and secured them with the tape. "I was thinking that we should have brought the spreaders, but there's metal under the rubber of the clamps, so this is safer anyway."

I took Kendra's hand again, she turned on the wand, and I went back to my Lightning Lad act. I worked my way down to her pussy again, and I felt Allyson hold her breath as I neared her clit. I saw Kendra turn the wand up one more click. I reached out a finger carefully and "snap." The biggest spark yet surged into Allyson's body through what had to be its most sensitive part.

This time her scream was a blood-curdling shriek. It modulated into her orgasmic growl, but not before she let the world know how intense the pain of that spark had been. I took my finger away, Kendra turned off the wand, and I let go of her hand. Allyson looked as though she had gone far into subspace, totally zonked on the unremitting onslaught of pain and consequent pleasure. I crouched and held her face between my hands, giving her some aftercare while she slowly floated back to earth. I put my finger in her palm. "Hold my finger as tight as you can." She gripped it firmly, so I figured she was all right.

"You're welcome to tell me I'm wrong, but I think you've had plenty of that for the next little while."

Allyson seemed to have regained her composure. She gasped, "Yes, you're right. That's plenty for now. But oh fuck, that was intense. I loved it. I want to try out some of the other goodies in that case, but not right now, for sure."

Kendra went to the bed and came back with our other little present, the labia and nipple clamps. Each pair was joined by a light silver chain, and a third chain joined those chains together forming a big loosely H-shaped unit. Kendra clamped one set onto Allyson's labia, taking care to get them firmly seated so they didn't slip off her extremely wet, slippery pussy. Then she attached the nipple clamps, making sure to get a generous portion of areola along with the nipple so the pressure was distributed. The center chain had an adjustment slide that allowed Kendra to tighten it so it was firmly pulling Allyson's nipples and labia toward each other.

"These are from the rental shop," I said, "but we can pay a little extra and keep them. If you like them, they're yours to take home to remember us by." I pushed the spring catch and rotated the cross slowly upright again. Allyson's body settled into the straps from the opposite direction. Her breasts were firm enough not to dangle a lot, but as the weight came at them differently, they settled a little more in the direction of her pussy, putting a loop of slack in the center chain. I snugged it up with the slider so it was again pulling firmly on her lips and nipples. "I wanted to give you this earlier, but I didn't think the metal would be a good idea with all that electricity around."

I picked up her gag. She opened her mouth and I pushed the ball behind her teeth and buckled the strap behind her head to keep the panel pressed firmly over her mouth. The cross had a toy holder that was currently swung out of the way behind it. I swung it out, clamped Allyson's big dildo into it, lubed it up, and pressed it deep into her pussy. I tightened thumbscrews at the hinges to keep it in place. "Now it's time for you to hang there and watch me entertain Kendra for a change."

By the time I had Allyson all sorted, Kendra was trying out the TENS plug in her hand, punching up different intensity and wave-form settings on the attached control box. She looked up at me. "After seeing how much pain it can generate, I have zero interest in having the violet wand used on me. But this thing is different. My physiotherapist used a TENS machine on my tennis elbow a while ago. It doesn't hurt, but it feels super weird to feel your muscles forced to contract rhythmically by the electrical current. It helped relieve the pain in my elbow, but I bet it would feel way different shoved in my snatch."

"That's what it's for," I said. I picked a spot along one wall where Allyson would have a good view of what we were doing, and picked up the steel yoke. Kendra stood with her back against the wall and spread her legs, and I cuffed her ankles to the wall. Then I snapped the collar of the yoke around her neck. She held her arms out and I strapped them at wrists and elbows to the bar that ran horizontally in both directions from the collar so they were held out straight. Kendra had a steel anal hook in her collection, and the collar had a ring at the back just for such an occasion. I ran a piece of rope from the ring to the hook, lubed it, and pressed the steel ball against her anus. It's a pretty big ball, and it took some pressure to persuade it to go in, but eventually it slid past her sphincter and the hook sank firmly in. I tied off the rope to hold it tightly in place. As a final touch, I ran another piece of rope from the ring on the yoke up to a ring on the wall so she was held firmly between her ankle cuffs and the yoke.

"I don't want to use that steel clamp-gag until we've tried out the TENS plug," I said. "Usual drill -- new experience, no gag." I glanced over at Allyson, who was looking on intently and squirming in her bonds. She was obviously getting turned on again watching me get Kendra all kitted out, despite having had a succession of absolutely wild orgasms already. I'm sure the dildo in her cunt wasn't helping her settle, either. She could wiggle on it a bit, but the waist strap didn't allow enough movement for her to really fuck herself with it. I'd have to get back to that, but not until I was done here.

I lubed the TENS plug. It was about fifteen centimeters long and expanded to quite a substantial circumference before tapering back to a narrower neck that would help it stay in place, even in something like a vagina that didn't have a sphincter. It had a small safety flange to keep it from going in too far, especially if someone decided to use it anally. The body was non-conductive silicone, but it had a black strip, no doubt impregnated with graphite or something similar, running along each side. I lubed it with the electro gel, parted her pussy lips, and began to push gently but firmly.

It slid in easily, all the way to the flange. I plugged the controller box into a GFI outlet on the wall between Kendra's legs and turned it on a low setting. I selected a smooth wave-form that built to a peak and gently curved down again. Some of the other wave-forms were sharper and probably harsher; I would save those to try if she was fine with this one.

"I can barely feel that one." I turned it up a notch, then a notch more, watching her face. "Hold it there a minute. Ooooh, that's just weird. All my pussy muscles are contracting in waves. Weird but good. Try it up a bit more." Gradually we worked the setting up to six on the ten-point range. Each time the wave hit, she tensed and her breath hitched, but she had a broad smile on her face. "That's so erotic! It's not moving, but the plug's fucking me from the inside."

"Shall I try a different wave-form?"

"Sure. Go for it." I turned it right off and selected a square wave that would hit suddenly, hold at the peak, and then drop off equally suddenly. I turned it on again and systematically went back through the numbers to six. She started going "Oooh! Oooh!" with each wave that hit.

"Are those good 'ooohs' or bad 'ooohs?'"

"I'm trying to decide. It feels harsher than the other one. The charge hits so much harder, even though it's not any stronger. Try another one."

I tried a sawtooth wave that peaked rapidly but not instantly and then fell away. "Oooh. That one hits and then it's gone. I think I like more time at the top. The first pattern really suits me best." I want back to it, and she settled into a rhythm of pulsing contractions. "Up one more. Ahh, I think that's it. It's on the edge of pain but not over. I don't know if it's going to make me cum all by itself -- it's just too weird -- but this is fun."

I let her stand there being massaged from the inside by the plug. Then I got the White Knight wand and plugged it in beside the TENS box. It was similar to a regular Hitachi wand except that the ball-like end had two metal rings that ran all the way around it. You could use it like a standard vibrator, but a touch of a button would send a shock between the rings. It had a little nub on one side that you could hold against your clit or wherever you wanted extra stimulation. That's where I held it, but just using the vibration feature to start.

"Do you want to try some electrostim with this one?"

"I'm skeptical, but give it a go." I set it on three, nestled the nub firmly against her clit, and thumbed the button briefly. She jumped and yelped loudly. "No, I don't think so. I was really settling into the inside-and-out massage. The shock just broke it up." I turned the shock feature to zero in case I touched the button by accident, then worked the whole top of her pussy with the vibe while the TENS worked the bottom. The three sources of sensation -- counting the hook in her ass -- drove her up the scale quickly, and in minutes she was cumming, screaming and quivering in her bonds. As soon as she started, I turned off the TENS, figuring that it would be just fight with the contractions of her orgasm.

"Oh, that was good. The strangest orgasm I think I've had in my life, but good."

"Do you want more like that?"

"I don't think so. You can take that thing out now. But don't put it too far away. It's really, really interesting. What I think I need now, though, once I've stopped twitching, is some nice warm Kev cock."

I couldn't argue with that. The built-in steel gag was hinged from a post that stuck up from the back of the yoke. It could be moved up and down on the post so it was just the right height and then swung right around to the front over the occupant's mouth. It ratcheted to the desired degree of tightness and then stayed there until a release on the post was pressed. It didn't have a stuffer in it, but the inside of the steel was lined with rubber that prevented the occupant from opening their lips. The whole thing also held the head immobile like a vise. Now that we had finished playing with weird toys, it was safe to swing it over Kendra's mouth and let it lock itself in place. She looked unbearably sexy with her mouth covered with a wide band of polished steel.

I extracted the TENS device and gave her pussy a gentle, soothing massage to settle it down after its convulsive orgasm. Then I ran my hands gently over Kendra's entire body from where the yoke ended to her thighs and knees. I could feel little shudders pass through her as I caressed her skin, either aftershocks from the previous orgasm or the first stirrings of her next one.

I gently stroked her breasts and licked in circles around her nipples. Her breathing quickened and little moans started coming through her nose from behind the gag. I squatted down and uncuffed her ankles from the wall, and she swung her legs up and locked them tightly around my hips. My penis found her vagina, and I began pushing into her, feeling all the pent-up demand in my own body begin to swell, amplified by having worked two women to orgasm without having had one yet myself. I held her back against the wall so I wouldn't keep pounding her into it as I thrust.

She was on the edge of orgasm, but hadn't gotten there yet. I tried to hold back, but the sensations in my body were building to such an intensity that I gave up holding them. Dammit, I had just given Kendra an unrequited orgasm, now it was my turn. I let go pump after pump of semen until I was good and properly drained. But I left my softening penis in place inside her, put my hand between our bodies and flicked her clit rapidly with my finger. In seconds, she came hard.

Spent, she lowered her legs to the floor. There were little dispensers of disposable towels and wet wipes strategically placed around the dungeon, and I used them for a rough-and-ready cleanup. Then I cuffed her ankles back to the rings on the wall and walked back over to where Allyson was still strapped to the St. Andrew's cross. She seemed to be squirmingly horny from watching me and Kendra make out in front of her without being able to participate, combined with the stimulation of the clamps and the dildo in her pussy. Not that she could squirm very much given the number of straps that were securing her to the cross, but she seemed to be doing her best.

"I guess it's your turn again. You were admiring the spanking bench in the catalogue. Still want to give it a try?" She nodded her head enthusiastically. "I would have thought you'd had your fill of pain with all that electroplay, but I guess there's always room for more." I unfastened the dildo and slipped it out of her glistening wet pussy, then pushed the bench back under her feet and unfastened all the straps that were holding her to the cross. She staggered a bit as she stood under her own power for the first time in quite a while, and I took her under one arm to steady her as I walked her over to the spanking bench, still wearing the gag and the clamps.

The bench was like a long, low vaulting horse covered in black leather, with straps dangling from all four legs and from the body. She laid face down on the bench, her arms hanging down on each side so I could strap her wrists to the front legs of the bench. I gently kicked her ankles apart until I could strap them to the back legs. Another strap went around her waist. The top of the bench was narrow enough that her breasts could hang down on either side rather than being squashed flat under her.

I took the gag out of her mouth. "We didn't get to all the electrosex toys yet. Would you like to try the TENS plug?"

"Fuck, yes. Watching Kendra get off so hard on it was making me so horny I thought I was going to explode." The kit didn't include toy cleaner; evidently they didn't expect the toys to be shared. However, I had brought our own, so I cleaned the Kendra juices off it thoroughly and rinsed it in the little bathroom attached to the dungeon. Then I refreshed the electrosex lube and pushed it into Allyson's waiting vagina.

I started the usual way, on a fairly low setting, and then built up. She could take a lot more than Kendra. In fact, I eventually had it all the way to the top, way past the firm massage Kendra had settled on and up into the region of pure pain. She settled on the sawtooth wave that hit extra hard.

I let her enjoy that for a few minutes, screaming and crying when the electricity hit and made her vaginal muscles contract fiercely. She seemed to be building to an orgasm, but again, seemed to need a little more to get her over the top.

Since it was a spanking bench, I thought maybe some spanking was in order. I knew there would be some pain toys in Allyson's bag, but I decided to see how it felt to spank her the old-fashioned way, bare-handed. This was something else I'd never done before. I wasn't quite sure how hard to hit her, but I knew what she liked in a flogger or a strap, and figured my hand wouldn't have as much leverage as an instrument, so I made the first spank medium hard without being totally brutal.

Her cry sounded like surprise as much as pain. She had been focussed on the things the TENS was doing in her pussy, and hadn't expected anything to suddenly land on her bum. I could see my fingers faintly outlined in the red mark I left on her ass-cheek. The overall reaction seemed to be positive, so I continued, trying to time my spanks to come between peaks of the TENS. She came to a screaming climax at fourteen, and I decided to lay off the spanking at that point. I didn't want to leave her ass totally on fire, and anyway, my hand was starting to hurt.

She dropped her head exhaustedly and gasped for breath. While I waited for her to recover, I turned the TENS down a couple of notches, since I figured she would be pretty sensitive after her spanking-induced orgasm. But she didn't ask me to turn it off or take it out. I just let it keep working its magic while I tenderly smoothed soothing lotion that I'd bought at the hotel store over her burning red marks. It was intended for sunburn, but I figured that this would be close enough.

I noticed that all the excitement was having the usual effect on my cock, which was stiffening after its little rest. It seemed to be ready for another tour of duty, and Allyson's pussy was already occupied, so I decided to see what an ass fuck would do for her on top of the intense sensations still flooding her pussy from the TENS plug. Certainly her position bent over the bench seemed to be inviting an anal invasion.

I gave her breasts a preliminary massage where they hung on either side of the bench, producing a small grunt of pleasure. Then I lubed thoroughly and started pushing at her anus. As soon as she felt my cock head trying to force its way past her sphincter, Allyson lifted her head and gasped. As I started thrusting, I tried not to slam my body against Allyson's abused asscheeks -- not that, knowing Allyson, some extra pain there would likely have been a problem. I wondered if I'd feel the TENS machine in my cock, but I didn't, at least not directly. But her rectum was squeezing my penis hard and rhythmically in a way I'd never felt before. The contractions that the machine was inducing must have been spilling over into her whole pelvic region. As Kendra had said, it was weird, but good.

Allyson's breath continued to come in deeper and deeper gasps, followed by yelps and then little screams. Finally, a big scream, deep, long and hard, with all the stimulation of the entire lower half of her body behind it. I stopped thrusting until she was finished her orgasm, then started again. My own arousal built slowly, since it hadn't been long since I had shot my previous load, and I just focussed on it and enjoyed the way the slow build spread through my entire body. Finally I stopped at the end of a deep thrust, grunted, and shot a little more semen into Allyson's body.

I pulled out and switched off the machine. She still didn't seem to have tired of it, but I didn't see how it could be good for her to use it for much longer, especially at such a high power. I unbuckled her, and we laid in an exhausted tangle on the bed. I gave her a long, tender aftercare hug.

Once we were willing to move under our own power again, we checked how Kendra was doing. She had been locked in her yoke, asshooked and gagged with steel, for quite a while now, and I'm sure see was tired of watching Allyson have a good time even if she didn't envy what a "good time" meant to Allyson.

"I'll bet Kendra is ready to get a little more action. My cock is pretty used up for now. Do you want to see what you can do for her?" Allyson dropped to her knees and started running her long, practiced tongue over and into Kendra's pussy, bringing a long, contented "Mmmmmmm" from behind the steel. I added some nipple work, and together we coaxed a smallish but evidently very satisfying orgasm out of her body once again.

"What do you think," I asked Kendra. "Do you think we should wind this party down about now?" Kendra couldn't nod with her head locked in a steel vise, but the "Mmmm-hmmm" noise she made seemed pretty clear. Allyson agreed, rubbing her pink ass ruefully. "That was a wonderful way to end our trip with a bang, but I feel really, really satisfied. I don't think my pussy is interested in any more right now. I just need a stiff drink and some dinner." Together, we got Kendra out of all her restraints and laid all the toys back on the bed where we had found them.

Allyson kept the nipple and labia clamps on for now, since we had told her to keep them as a present. Both women put their own cuffs back on and I locked their wrists behind their backs again as a last gesture toward bondage as we made our way to the lobby. Allyson's chains clinked slightly as she walked. I noticed a couple of guys looking at me enviously as I walked by with my bound mini-harem, both still smelling of musky sex juices. I stopped at the desk to drop off the dungeon card and I gave my compliments to the hotel on a beautifully equipped dungeon. Then we headed up to the room to decompress.

As we rode up in the elevator, we debated dinner, and decided on room service. We all felt too worked over to want the bustle of the public buffet at this point. We had a communal shower, then ate dinner and had a few drinks on the balcony, compared notes on our dungeon experience, lamented having to go home, and turned in.

**

The next day, we concentrated first on packing to get it out of the way. It didn't take too long -- we had managed not to acquire many tacky souvenirs beyond easily-packed things like fridge magnets and post cards. Owning to my policy of not taking photos that could get you into trouble if they leaked onto the internet, I hadn't even accumulated many photos -- there really wasn't any other kind to take, aside from some I took on our clothing-not-optional tours.

"I'd love to be able to buy that yoke and take it home," said Kendra. "That steel clamp-gag is a blast. But it would be really heavy, and I'm sure T'Jalla can sell us something just like it if we want to get one when we get home."

In the afternoon, we met Allyson for a last swim and a laze on the beach. We decided on another special dinner for our last one together -- the specialty steak house. Then we went back up to our room.

We didn't do anything fancy that evening, having gotten a lot of stuff out of our systems in the dungeon the previous night. Just a last round of vanilla bondage sex for the road, if you can call any sex that involves a threesome and ropes, cuffs and gags "vanilla." Allyson tried out the scuffed coffee table, lying on it face down with her knees on the carpet while we tied her wrists and thighs to the four legs. Kendra took a turn at spanking her, more lightly than usual in view of the coming five hours in a plane seat, and then I fucked her pussy from behind. Then, after a rest break, we tied Kendra spread-eagled in the doorway and double-teamed her, Allyson eating her out from the front and me fucking her ass from the back. Just a basic night at Kendra, Kev and Allyson's.

In the morning, Allyson's plane left before ours, but we met for a quick breakfast at the buffet followed by a long group hug. We had already exchanged contact information, and vowed to visit as soon as summer actually arrived in one or the other of our respective countries, provided that enough people were vaccinated that the border was open again.

Kendra and I held each other tightly and nearly cried as we waved good-bye to Allyson's taxi. It had been a long time since we'd been able to socialize properly with anyone other than each other -- although I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather have been locked down with -- and our friendship with Allyson had formed quickly and very deeply. We hoped to be able to come back to the resort next winter, either as a threesome or as two couples if Allyson had found someone who not only shared her lifestyle but was personally compatible. It would be handy to have one more penis in the mix.