That evening, as we ate our grilled steaks, we were normal people again, well as normal as we could be with our ladies naked while Ben and I were dressed.
The women weren't cold though, even though the night air did cool down a lot more than I thought it could. Amy and Laura got to snuggle with us under blankets, and if you didn't know it already you really couldn't tell they were nude.
They were also bound too, not because they were our slave girls, but simply because they wanted to be.
Both were in loose hog-ties, and I watched them exchange secret glances as Ben and I fed them by hand and generally pampered them.
Laura and I lay together, our backs against a log Ben and I had pulled up to the fire. We were fine now, all bad feelings from our fight gone, or at least forgiven. Snuggled together it all seemed so long ago.
I loved her, she loved me, and that in the end was what mattered.
Isn't that the way it's supposed to go?
So with our best friends we sat and told ghost stories into the night while I slowly caressed my wife under the blanket, feeling her pull every once and awhile at her bonds and shift around because of the welt on her ass.
Another perfect moment.
Ben and Amy excused themselves first, Ben untying Amy and leading her off to their tent.
Once they were gone I got up and took off my clothes before picking Laura up and carrying her into the pool.
With her still in her hogtie we made quiet love in the water, her buoyancy making it simple despite her bondage.
We spoke little except to talk of our love, and soon after I carried her to our tent where we fell asleep with her still bound.
The next morning Amy appeared at the tent opening and I watched with one eye as she crawled in to untie my wife.
"Time for morning duties." Amy said when she woke Laura up.
"What? But we aren't on the boat!" Laura said sleepily.
"Ben says it doesn't matter. We still have to cook breakfast and then go down to the boat to clean."
"Oh God!"
Amy giggled and helped Laura out of the tent, her arms and legs certainly stiff after so much time bound the way they were.
I closed my eyes and thought pleasant thoughts about both women until my bladder forced me to exit the tent myself.
When I came out I found Ben alone, sitting near the fire.
"The ladies gone?" I asked, and he nodded. He was eating some fruit.
I did my business and then jumped into the pool for a swim, after which I got my toiletries and completed that routine too.
Ben waited until I had dressed and joined him before talking to me.
"So, want to talk about it now?" he asked.
"Oh...Laura just had some feelings to express that's all."
"And you?"
"Me? Well the way she chose to express them was not the best. But we're fine now."
Ben gave me a studied look. "Was it about what we did to them yesterday?"
"Yeah, but it isn't what you think or what I thought either.
Let's just say it concerns Laura and Amy more than Laura and us."
Ben shrugged. "I guess I'll have to accept that. Grab something to eat and we'll head down to the boat. I want to check the weather."
I picked at the food the women had prepared, not really hungry, and looked at the sky. It was overcast, a bank of cloud having moved in over night.
It was warm enough, but not as hot as the day before. I wondered how the women felt being nude on the boat.
I went to the edge of the clearing and looked down to where the 'Kajira' lay at anchor. I could see two brown figures on their hands and knees, Laura very identifiable because of her hair. God, I love her.
"You ready?" Ben said, grinning at the view with me.
I nodded and we left.
The women had taken the row boat across, but that was okay, the 'Kajira' wasn't far out and we were easily able to swim.
We surprised the women just as they were getting done, Amy having put the hobbles and chain on both of them when they came on board, and I watched them finish while Ben went below to check the radios.
Laura's butt had a dark line across it, blue black in color. It didn't look attractive to me and I imagined that it was as sore as hell. Amy had two matching stripes that differed only in coloring from the welts laid on her a few days ago.
I felt sorry for Amy having to undergo two canings within a few days of each other. But it had been my wife's first time and it was her I was concerned with.
But as I watched her I realized something, I could do it again. Caning no longer held the horror it once had.
It would have to be for the right reasons though.
I think Laura's confession to me yesterday helped me come to that realization.
She was ready, and now so was I.
The women finished their cleaning and waited in position on the foredeck. I waited for Ben who eventually came back out.
"We'll be fine. The clouds will clear off later." he told me. Then he proceeded to inspect his boat, giving it the white glove treatment.
"There's water in the port locker. I want it drained and wiped dry! Go!" he called out.
With smiles on their faces the women jumped to his command.
This day was a lot more relaxing, nothing really planned except for the women's regular cleaning duties.
Laura and I explored the island some more, I led her around on a leash, her hands bound behind her.
We swam, sun bathed and generally relaxed. Enjoying our time.
It was when we were laying on a large rock slightly off shore, the spray of the waves crashing against it keeping us cool in the hot sun, that Laura began to talk.
She kept her voice low, just barely audible over the sound of the ocean, and not once did she look at me or even move.
As she talked I listened silently, not wanting to disturb her train of thought or do anything to stop this unannounced recitation.
I guess this thing between Amy and me had been a long time coming (She said). For months now we have been exchanging fantasies about each other. Often when you and I played, Don, I would close my eyes and imagine it was Amy welding the whip or pulling tightly on my ropes.
It had all been just harmless fun.
Then you guys came to us with this plan to get together, and suddenly things were different. How could we continue to play knowing that we might get a chance to do it for real?
There was even a possibility that we might get forced into an intimate position, and, knowing you guys, we were right about that weren't we?
Amy and I avoided the subject for a while, but as the trip grew closer the fact that there was a chance for us to become intimately involved grew more and more real.
You know how we feel about each other! Amy and I have been able to share things with each other that we could never have shared with you guys, some of it you would never have understood, not being submissives.
We are both so grateful that you let us have our privacy. Without it I don't think Amy and I would have become the friends we are!
So, we talked, made no firm decisions, and then we met.
We both knew right away that given the chance we would try to see...to find out, if Amy and I could take our relationship to a physical level as well as a mental one.
That time you tied us together we discovered that the close contact you forced on us didn't frighten or disgust us in the least. So we waited, and hoped, and then came your contest.
I may get into trouble for telling you this, but it never really mattered to us who won. We just said what we said to make it more interesting for you. We thought you guys would be more likely to go for our idea if you thought one of us would become submissive to the other.
It did surprise and frighten us when Ben threatened us with the cane, and Amy didn't like the way that turned out, but when you left us alone in the cabin, it really didn't matter.
(She paused for a time)
To tell you what we did in that cabin...that's hard.
I know we've both given voice to and explored each others deepest fantasies. But this, being real, is so very different.
How can I tell you what Amy and I did alone together without it sounding crude or one dimensional. Our physical acts were only the surface, we shared more than that.
I could tell you how at first I DID take control, tying Amy down to the bed, open for anything I cared to try. I could tell you how I used the small cat-o-nine tails I found in there, to shock and stimulate Amy, to bring her to arousal.
I could even tell you how I used my own tongue, yes the tongue I have kissed you with, pushed into your mouth many times since then. Does it excite you to know that my tongue has also been inside that woman, that I used it to tease and torment her and at last bring her to orgasm?
Does it?
What if I told you that my tongue was not the only part of me to have had intimate contact with both her and you lately. What if I told you that her tongue has been where only you have been before, that your penis has since grazed and stimulated the same flesh where Amy has been. My nipples, when you suck on them, did you know that Amy's lips have been there too, that as I lay bound beneath her she used her own body to pleasure mine after first using that same whip on me?
Every time you caress me you will have caressed flesh that she has done, and as my hands caress you think how they have traveled over her skin.
But then your hands have done that to, haven't they.
I watched as you caressed her, those fingers of yours exploring every intimate place on her body. It drove me mad because I could still feel her under my own hands, still taste her on my tongue, yet at the same time I was denied her.
And when Ben came to me, those hands of his so filled with knowledge of the helpless woman lying next to me, that huge dick hovering near my face that had caressed Amy's inner core a thousand times, I wanted to scream.
Yes I would have let Ben fuck me. I was ready then to experience what Amy had experienced, and I realize now that I shouldn't be jealous of you being with her, I shouldn't feel selfish about her at all. I want her to share my joys, my pleasures and you my darling are my greatest pleasure, my fondest joy.
Laura rolled over on the bare rock, her golden back towards me. She stayed that way for a moment, and I remained silent, thinking about the things she had said, and wondering what she was going to say next.
"Don. I guess what I'm trying to say is, that if you and Amy both want to explore your own...both want to fuck. Then you don't have to worry about me." She rolled to face me, her expression about as serious as I had ever seen it. "But promise me Don, promise me. Don't leave me out. I don't mean that I want to be there in the room with you, at least not at first," she said with a slight grin, "but share with me your feelings and thoughts, let us both enjoy our affections for Amy together. Will you promise me?"
"What about Ben?" I asked her quietly. "You tell me that you don't mind if Amy and I ever get together, but what if I ask...no, tell you to become fully intimate with Ben? Would you?"
"In a heart beat." Laura said with a smile. "Getting to know Amy means getting to know all that she loves and that includes Big Ben whom you know I care for deeply too." She chuckled. "It also helps that the man is a hunk and hung to boot!"
Her smile was infectious and I had to laugh at her comment. "Oh, you think he's hung huh?"
"Darling Don the man is a horse!" giggled my wife.
"But not bigger than me!" I said with mock indignation.
"Sweety you don't hold a candle to him, and if you did yours would be one of those little birthday candles!"
"Grrrrr...them's fighting words missy!"
"Oh no! What have I done?" Laura opened her eyes wide and put her hand in front of her mouth, the picture of innocence. I could see that she was stifling her laughter.
Well, so was I!
"You have cut me to the quick with your remarks!" I said with a growl.
Laura looked down at me. "Well I see that I might have been a little mistaken about your endowment...yes...the longer I look the more mistaken I get!"
"Perhaps you should take a personal measurement to be sure!" I told her.
"Hmmm...yes...although it's hard to measure such a moving object. Still, you do have a way to go before that hunky man across the island could feel insecure."
I leaned over and pushed my wife onto her back. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that it isn't the size of the wand but the magic in it!"
"Then husband of mine please cast your spell over me one more time!" she replied, and I bent low to comply.
We were walking along the beach on the way back to the camp site, Laura back on her leash with her hands bound behind her, when the question occurred to me.
Our love making on the rock had been special, and we both still glowed from the intensity of it. Naturally my thoughts drifted toward what sparked that love making.
"There's one thing I'm still not clear about." I said.
"What is that, Sir?" asked Laura, who for some reason had drifted into one of her more submissive states since we made love. She kept her eyes lowered, a soft smile on her face.
"When Ben and I found you later that night, you and Amy were locked up together with a fair amount of bondage. Can you tell me at least how that came about?"
Laura giggled. "Well, I guess I could. Amy started it by hand cuffing one of my arms to one of her ankles, so I grabbed a pair of hand cuffs and did the same to her. It became a game where we would see who could reach the box of cuffs and chains and lock them on the other one first.
Soon the both of us were having a hard time moving at all and we just lay against each other laughing. Amy laughed harder than I did though and I had to ask her what as so funny.
That's when she told me that we couldn't get out of the locks and cuffs since we didn't have any keys!"
I chuckled. "I see."
"I got the last laugh though." Laura said proudly.
"Why?"
"Well we ended up with her arms pointed and held in two widely different directions. My left hand was down by one of her ankles, but my right hand was trapped right by her...groin. I was able to use my fingers on her and she couldn't do anything about it. We...er...stopped when you knocked on the door and I cant believe we both had the same idea to pretend to be asleep. When Ben came back in for his stuff he almost surprised us and if he had looked closely he would have seen that my fingers were almost entirely inside Amy. God I don't know how she held still!
But when we were alone again I made her cum a couple more times before we fell asleep."
"Hmmm...I don't know if I should let you go unpunished for fooling us like that." I said, pretending to be serious.
Laura's smiling expression fell.
I changed direction and headed for a tree stump. Siting down I pulled at Laura's leash until she knelt beside me.
"Please Sir!" she whispered.
I dragged her over my lap, her ass now high and unprotected. The dark line of her caning looked raised and still quite painful. To be spanked right now would be torture.
"You know I had to sleep alone that night and I hate to sleep alone." I said to her.
"Yes, Sir." Laura whispered.
"And to torture your friend like that without giving her the opportunity to get back at you...well that isn't fair either is it?"
"No, Sir."
"So...I guess I'll have to do it for her!" I plunged my fingers into Laura's well used pussy, still very wet and aroused despite, or maybe because of all our love making today.
She moaned as my fingers made contact, and wriggled on my hips.
With a well practiced motion I kneaded her labia and pinched at her clitoris until Laura stiffened and rocked hard against my lap. I kept up my stimulation until she orgasmed again, only removing my hand when I felt she was truly done.
She slid off my lap back onto her knees, and I let her tongue clean my hand of her juices.
"Let that be a lesson to you!" I told her with a scowl that was only betrayed by the smile in my eyes.
Laura looked up at me and I could see the smile in her eyes as she struggled to maintain the tone I had set.
"Your slave will remember this lesson well, Master!" she said.
I had no doubts that she would!
End of Part 12