Laura and I were alone. We had gone for a walk, needing a little time to ourselves.
We were both naked, and had only brought along a blanket and a small bag of essentials.
After walking silently for a while we had come across a small outcropping of rock jutting out from the mountain side. The view of the surrounding ocean was fantastic so we decided to stop and rest. I lay the blanket down and we lay on it together.
Laura lay on her front, her arms folded under her head, her eyes closed as her body absorbed the warmth of the sun, her golden hair falling into a gentle pile beside her.
I lay next to her and carefully rubbed a vitamin cream onto her butt. Ben had assured me that this cream would help promote the healing process, it was what he used on Amy after caning her.
Laura winced whenever I touched the brand new welt I had given her, but otherwise didn't complain. When I was done I lay on my front as well and we watched the water far below us.
"Beautiful, isn't it!" I said.
"Yes." Laura answered.
"It feels good, being here with you." I turned my head toward my wife, but she just stared out at the water. "If someone had told me a year ago that we would be lying nude next to each other on a tropical island, I would have thought them crazy."
"There have been a lot of crazy things so far on this trip!" Laura whispered.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah...just feeling the effects of the day I guess. You guys have put us though a lot today. You don't have any idea what it takes out of us." She looked at me. "Both emotionally and physically."
"Do you want to stop?"
"I just want...time to catch my breath that's all."
"Sure."
We watched the sea birds do their thing for a while.
"Donald, can we talk now, seriously?"
"Alright." I said, concerned about what was on her mind.
"I want to talk about you and Amy."
"Okay." I said with reservations.
"You DO want her don't you."
"And if I do?"
"Please Donald, don't play those verbal games with me. I need you to be honest!"
"Very well, I do want to spend some very intimate time with her, but not without Ben's permission, her permission, and most importantly YOUR permission."
Laura watched my face, searching for something. Then her eyes glanced down my body. "You don't have any sunblock on do you. You'll burn under this sun!" She got up and got a tube of sun screen out of the small bag we had brought. She straddled my thighs and began rubbing the cream into me.
I knew she was using this as a distraction while she thought about what I said. She knew perfectly well that I rarely needed sunblock having been blessed with a skin that always tanned well. Her position behind me also prevented me from seeing her face.
So I just lay there and enjoyed the feelings of her hands on my skin, her bare thighs at my sides, and the occasional brushing of her sex against my butt. And as I lay I waited.
"Does Ben know?" she eventually asked.
"About me and Amy? Yes, he does."
"And?"
"We have an agreement. We're not going to take that step yet."
"Oh."
"But, he did express similar thoughts about you!"
"He did?" Laura paused, then resumed her rub down. She was working a little harder and longer than was needed simply to apply sun screen. "What did he say?"
"Now that would be telling." I said with a smile.
"Asshole." she said, giving my ass a spank.
"Hey!" I said.
"Sorry, but you can be a real pig sometimes. I'm trying to have a serious conversation here."
"Well, there are some things we aren't going to talk about, Laura, such as what Ben and I talk about in private. There are some things that I don't think you need to know yet."
"This is no way to run a marriage Donald, aren't we supposed to share with each other?"
"In a normal marriage yes, but you knew before we got married that the rules were going to be different. Wasn't that the whole idea?"
"I don't know...not knowing has me frightened."
I turned over, lying on my back to face her. She remained straddled across my thighs, her legs wide and open, her head bowed. She looked quite beautiful but my mind was more on our conversation.
"What frightens you?" I asked gently.
"Lots of things." she said after a pause.
"Such as?"
"What you said about Ben, what you said about Amy, what you said about getting a cane, and what THAT will mean to our relationship. When you...when we take that step...it wont be a game anymore, will it!"
"Nothing will stop us from having fun, Babe." I said slowly.
"Sure. But behind it all will be that little brown stick sitting in a corner somewhere, just waiting. I know that I'll not be able to forget that it's there."
I chose my next words with care, for I could feel her trembling despite the warmth of the sun. She was truly affected by this. "Tell me now, Laura. Do you really, deep down, want me to forget about bringing a cane into our lives, and all the additional discipline that comes with it?"
Laura looked up at me, her blue eyes moist, her expression worried. She stared at me for a moment before answering.
"No, I want you to get that cane, I want you to keep it sitting in a corner, I want you to keep it handy for use, I want all the rules and the discipline and everything else that comes with having a cane in the house. I want it all! But...what I'm afraid off, is that when it comes down to you using it on me, seriously using it on me, I'm scared that I'm going to like it!"
Ben had warned me about this, so had Amy. Amy especially since she and Laura were much alike in many ways. Both had a masochistic streak a mile wide.
Ben had managed to find the far side of Amy's, but it looked like I had yet to do the same for Laura. It was something I needed to do.
"How do you feel now, about your being caned this afternoon?" I asked.
"Now? Sore, I cant move without it hurting."
"No...how do you FEEL?"
Laura stared at me, her mouth open as if to speak. I could almost see the thoughts behind those intelligent eyes of hers. There were times when she really acted like the dumb blonde people took her for, but most of the time I felt she was out thinking all of us.
She closed her mouth, then her eyes. "Touch me." she said.
"What?"
"Touch me, please."
Slowly I raised a hand and reached out to her. I touched her stomach and let my hand drift downward. My fingers slipped through her pubic hair, hair she kept trimmed but which I vowed to have her remove sometime, and caressed her slit.
It was warm, and moist. Her clitoris was raised slightly, it's hood drawn back a little to give it some exposure. I easily slipped a finger into her, drawing a quiet moan from her.
I pulled out, it was all the answer I needed.
"It wasn't enough was it." I said flatly.
Laura opened her eyes, her focus on the ocean. "No. But you only hit me once." she whispered.
"Well," I said grimly, "I wont make that mistake again!"
Laura shuddered, then to my surprise she leaned forward and kissed me. "Thank you." she said.
We didn't say much after that until the walk back to the camp site. We walked hand in hand, Laura carrying the bag while I carried the blanket.
"About you and Amy?" Laura said suddenly.
"What?"
"I take it that this afternoon everything that happened to me while I was blindfolded was you?"
"Maybe."
Laura shot me a dark look for a second. "I could still use my safe word you know, and spoil your games."
"You could, but I don't think you will. You want to see where this goes as much as I do. Now YOU be honest with me! When Ben was giving you that rub down, didn't you WANT him to take it further?" I asked her.
"I...I would have had sex with anyone at that point I was so worked up."
"Bullshit Laura. Don't lie to me." I stopped walking which forced Laura to stop and turn to me. "Lying isn't an option for you any longer."
"Alright. Yes, I...would not have minded if Ben had decided to have sex with me right then. But that was then, when I was so juiced up I couldn't think straight!"
"And now?"
"Well since we're doing the strictly honest routine now, I'll tell you that I don't know!"
"Calm down Laura." I said, she was getting agitated and little belligerent.
"Well you asked!"
"That I did."
"My turn now. Did it feel good running your hands all over that woman?" she was beginning to sound angry.
"Jealous are we?" I said calmly.
"Answer me dammit! Why cant you just answer a simple question with a simple answer!"
"Maybe it's because of the way you're asking!" I said, feeling my own temper rise.
"Oh I AM sorry! Your little slave girl is SO sorry for acting like a regular human being. Could this slave girl's kind and loving Master PLEASE tell this pitiful wretch how it felt to have his hands all over her best friend while SHE WATCHED...!"
Laura had taken my arm and adopted a sing song sarcastic quality to her voice, mocking the hell out of me.
I have this flash fast temper, something I can usually control. But at this moment, with this subject, and with this kind of prodding, it came upon me faster than I could handle. I slapped her across the face, stopping her verbal tirade dead.
She looked at me with wide eyes and a wider mouth, then she let go of me and walked away. She walked toward a fallen log and sat on it, jumping up with a curse and dropping to her knees. She didn't look at me.
"I'm sorry." I said, very much regretting my physical outburst.
"That's okay, Sir! You have a perfect right to hit me if you want, after all I'm only your property, not a human being anymore!"
"What has got INTO you, so sudden?" I asked, getting frustrated and not a little scared.
"Nothing that you would be interested in." she replied.
"Well that's enough! You want to play the slave girl routine with me, that's fine! Come here!"
"Make me."
"COME HERE!" I yelled.
She turned. One look at my face and I know she saw I wasn't kidding anymore. I was angry and to me this was a game no longer.
"NOW!" I yelled.
With a scared look on her face she stood up.
"CRAWL!"
She dropped back to her knees and crawled across the damp jungle floor toward me, stopping at my feet. She resumed her kneeling position, the position I demand of her while in total slave mode. Hands behind her head, her elbows back, her back straight and her knees spread, her eyes looking straight down.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH YOU, WOMAN?" I yelled.
Laura jumped. She mumbled something I couldn't catch.
"Speak up!" I said a little quieter. I figured I had her attention now.
"You're right, I am jealous." she said in a small voice.
I leaned close. "You don't have to be jealous, Babe. If it affects you this much I'll just back off. The four of us can still have a great time together without us all sleeping with each other. It's okay!"
"No...you're wrong." she said. I could tell she wanted to look me in the face, but I had scared her into reverting to the training we had so lovingly developed over the past year.
"I'm not wrong, we'll be fine!"
"I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about you and Amy."
"What?" I asked, suddenly very puzzled.
"I wasn't talking about my being jealous of Amy being with you, but of you being with her!"
"What?" I asked again, totally stunned.
"When...when you had your hands on her earlier, I wasn't angry at you. She's beautiful and you're just a guy. Besides, I really do trust you. I know you wont do anything. If you HAD done anything it would have been like raping her cos I know she isn't ready for that, and I think you know that too.
What I was angry at was the fact that I wasn't the one touching her, that you were keeping me from her. I was jealous of you being able to touch her while I couldn't!"
"Are you in love with her?" I asked her after a moment.
"No...maybe...more in lust than in love I think. But we connect, you know?"
"Like last night? On the boat?"
Laura blushed. "Yeah, like on the boat."
"Will you tell me what went on between you two?"
"Will you make me, Sir?" This time it wasn't a challenge. It was a plea for privacy. Ben and I had never interfered with the private chats and letters between the two women, although there were a couple of times we wished we had. We had always respected their privacy. We figured that the ability to talk together about their submissive roles helped them both to cope with our unusual lifestyles.
"No. I wont make you. But I do want to understand." I said.
"So do I, Sir."
I sighed and looked around. The sun was getting low in the sky.
"Your behavior just now was abominable." I told her.
"Yes Sir."
"But then so was mine, and I cant punish yours without punishing mine."
"I drove you to it Sir. You...hit me because I deliberately made you mad."
I was still angry to be honest, I don't calm quickly.
"Very well. Up on your knees!" She had been sitting back on her ankles. At my command she raised herself to an upright kneeling position.
"Now don't move. I'll be back for you eventually, and I might watch you for a bit before revealing myself, so you had better be in this position when I get back!"
"You're leaving me, Don!"
"Yes, so shut up and wait for me." I picked up the bag and blanket which we had dropped and continued to walk down the trail we had been following. I looked behind me to see her still kneeling in position and I knew that she had to be fighting with herself over whether or not to watch me leave.
I did not want to cane her over her behavior, there were too many emotional variables involved, for both of us. But I had nothing against giving her a good scare for talking to me the way she had. I figured alone and naked in the jungle would scare her enough. I only wished I had some rope with me so I could have tethered her to a tree or something.
Still, this would give me a chance to see just how much she took my commands to heart. Was my will as binding to her as the chain and ropes we normally used?
I continued on, walking for perhaps another twenty minutes or more before coming to the camp site.
Ben was crouched next to a camp fire he had built. He had on shorts and a shirt and it was only then that I noticed that as the sun was going down it was getting chilly out.
Amy I saw was otherwise engaged. Ben had put her in a hog tie and she looked like she was having fun trying to get out. I could see her wriggling on the sand about twenty feet away from the fire.
Without a word I dropped the stuff I carried and headed to our tent. I pulled out some clothes and got dressed.
"Where's Laura?" Ben asked me.
I pointed in her general direction.
"What happened?"
Yeah, what DID happen?
"Ben, I'd rather not talk about right now." I said.
"Okay, but you're not leaving her out there all night are you?"
"No." I said, digging in the bag of bondage toys. I found what I was looking for, a leash and a gag, and pulled them out. "I'm going to go get her now!"
"Okay." said Ben cautiously. "But you seem a little angry to me right now Don, are you sure you should be seeing her like this?"
I stopped. Yes I was angry, a low level anger I couldn't get rid of. Anger that had no focus, it just was. I needed time to cool down properly.
"I'll send Amy to get her." Ben said, standing up.
I nodded.
Ben went over to Amy who had stopped wriggling when she heard us talking. She waited patiently while Ben undid the ropes that bound her and the chain that kept her in the camp site, before crawling on all fours to the fire.
"Amy. I want you to go get Laura, she should be somewhere on the east trail?" Ben looked at me. I nodded. "You can walk until you get her back." he continued.
"Yes Sir." Amy said, standing up.
I held out the leash and gag. "Amy. You gag her the moment you find her, and put the leash on her. You don't talk to her, she doesn't talk to you. She crawls back on her hands and knees, and you WILL report any reluctance on her part to obey those instructions. Am I clear?"
It was obvious from her expression that Amy had caught on to my anger as well. "Yes Sir." She took the offered items and hurried off out of the clearing.
"Don?" Ben said, watching me.
"Not now, Ben. Please." I wanted to think.
Ben pulled a beer from the cooler and tossed it to me.
"Remember, Don, the person before the process."
Yeah, I thought, but it was so much simpler the other way round.
An hour later Amy appeared in the clearing with Laura in tow. Laura was on her hands and knees and Amy dropped down to join her. The couple crawled over to where we were cooking steaks over the fire, neither of them looking happy. When they stopped and assumed their kneeling position, I saw a small cut on Laura's thigh.
"How did that happen?" I asked, pointing at the cut.
"A stick, Sir." Amy said.
"We should dress that up." Ben said, heading for his tent where our first aid kit was packed.
I watched Laura. She looked down, her long blond hair stuck to her back or lying on the ground, dirty. Her knees and lower legs were a mess as were her hands. She looked tired and miserable.
Ben came back with the first aid kit. "Amy, why don't you take care of her." he said, with a glance in my direction.
"Wait." I said. "I think she could use a bath too, especially her hair. You can take her gag out and pamper her for a while, talk among yourselves quietly if you like."
"Yes Sir." Amy said, looking a little puzzled.
"Laura?" I said. My wife glanced up at me to see me smiling softly. "It's okay Laura. Total Slave day is over, for both of you. Let's enjoy the evening, like...human beings."
Laura's sad expression brightened a little behind her gag, and I watched as Amy led her away to the far side of the pool.
"You ready to talk now?" Ben asked.
"Women!" I said with a smile, not wanting to return to the subject.
Ben nodded. "Yes, I understand."
End of Part 11.