"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 1
Summer was in a great deal of discomfort. A great deal of discomfort. But
then, she had annoyed her Master, and Geoffrey determined he would punish her
accordingly. A small whimper escaped from behind the bright red veterinarian's
tape that sealed her mouth.
"There, there, sweetie," Geoffrey soothed, stroking the tender flesh of her
breast. His touch made her jump, the jump pulled on her bonds, and a small tear
rolled down a cheek.
"I'm going to go out for a while, maybe play some golf, do some shopping, so
you just stay here and enjoy yourself." Geoffrey smiled at her, kissed her
forehead. "See you later!"
The howl from behind the tape was a delightful music to his ears as he closed
the hotel room door. He hung the "do not disturb" tag on the door handle.
It was to have been the perfect holiday. Geoffrey had suggested that they go
away together for a couple of weeks, to "an island paradise he knew about". It
turned out that Geoffrey visited this tiny island off the coast of Central
America quite often, as part of his business ventures.
Summer was ecstatic. She had been seeing Geoffrey for just over six months,
and was deeply, madly, wildly in love.
She found him totally captivating. Geoffrey was smart, good-looking, and very
funny. He knew about so many things - politics, investments, movies, theater. He
owned his own home, nothing overdone, and certainly not a man's "bachelor pad".
His taste, Summer thought, was quite good. Not just in his home and furnishings,
but in his clothes, his manners, well, everything! Her mother was right: take a
look at the way a man lives and cares for the things he owns, and that will tell
you a lot about who he is.
Geoffrey was the kind of man she could take home to her mother - someone who
would treat her like a lady and a lover, his only lover.
The first time they went for dinner, he made Summer feel special. It was as
if she were the only person in the room. It was not their first date, yet he
made it feel like it was. And she loved him for that, and for everything else,
too.
And so, the trip was planned, passports arranged, holiday schedules arranged
at work, and then it was off to the airport. Geoffrey had made the travel
arrangements, and she expected to fly all the way to South America, then over to
Central America and the island of Las Brisas. She was overwhelmed to find out
that they were indeed flying to South America, but that Geoffrey had chartered a
small sloop to take them up the coast to the resort.
They spent several days in South America, first stopping in Colombia and then
over to Venezuela. Geoffrey had business in both countries, but when he was not
in a meeting, he showed Summer some of the most amazing places she could
imagine. The people were charming and friendly, and the stay was, in Summer's
opinion, all too short. At the same time, she was eager to get on the sloop and
to sail away with the man of her dreams.
They had been in Las Brisas for three days now, each day more perfect than
the one before it. The food was exotic, the locale magnificent, and Geoffrey was
the most wonderful lover she had ever known.
He was intelligent, funny, kind, and very romantic.
Summer had learned that Geoffrey was a very experienced Master. He knew just
how far to take her, and when to push her just a little past that point to
almost unbearable ecstasy. She could not believe how lucky she was to have met
this man.
Today Summer had gone shopping. The local market held a great many
interesting vendors and she had tarried. Geoffrey in the meantime had become
anxious. Furthermore, he was feeling quite dominant, and was in the mood for
some fun and games. Then, to make matters worse for her, she had not bought
anything for her Master! Geoffrey decided it was time to teach his little Summer
a lesson.
"But Geoffrey, you said I could go shopping! I bought this lovely little sun
dress," Summer pleaded. She swirled, hoping to distract him.
They were staying in a suite in a very fashionable resort hotel on Las
Brisas, in a "king" suite, with a large bed, and a beautiful view of the ocean
from the balcony. There was a very comfortable sitting area, and a beautiful
rosewood dining room suite, in case the hotel guest wanted to entertain.
Which Geoffrey did. Room service wasn't part of what he had in mind, however.
"Strip,"
Summer's hazel eyes widened - she was not expecting this, not when she was
full of the flush of a self-satisfying shopping trip.
"But, but, Geoffrey ..." she began in protest.
He grabbed the front of her new sundress and yanked downward. The soft clingy
fabric ripped, exposing her freckled chest.
"Oh, no, no...." Summer began, then, realizing what she had said, she put a
hand to her mouth.
Geoffrey reached out. Threading his fingers in her long, sun-streaked
cinnamon hair, he pulled her close. "What did you say to me?" he asked in a soft
voice and watched as Summer's eyes widened with fear.
"I'm sorry Geoffrey, I forgot ... ow!" a little shriek of pain escaped her
lips as he pulled even harder on her hair, She bent her head back, tearing eyes
looking at the stippled plaster ceiling.
"You know who is your master and how to address me," Geoffrey ripped the
shreds of her new dress from her body. "And what have we here? Who gave you
permission to wear panties?" He ripped them off as well.
"No one sir, I'm sorry Sir...Please I just forgot!" Summer wailed.
"You'll remember soon enough," he growled. He marched her towards the dining
suite of the hotel room. Reaching the table, Summer leaned forwards so her chest
was resting on the tabletop. "Stay there unless you wish to make it much worse"
he threatened again. "And spread those legs wide" he said as he kicked her feet
apart.
Summer was moaning. Still trying to apologize and get out of her just
punishment. Geoffrey felt a small taste of what was to come might be in order,
just to get her into the correct frame of mind. He unbuckled his wide leather
belt. Folded over, it made a satisfying thwack! as he slapped it against his
hand.
"Perhaps you remember how to count properly?"
"Yes sir, I..."
THWACK! The belt whistled down to land in the middle of her right cheek.
"Uh! One sir!"
THWACK! on her left cheek.
"Oh! Two sir!"
THWACK again and again with barely a moment for the count to continue right
up to 18, the number of items she had purchased today. Her ass was a rich cherry
red, as were her upper thighs. Summer's tears made a small puddle on the table.
She was sobbing.
"Don't move" Geoffrey ordered as he gave her a swift, stinging swat on the
ass. Then he headed toward the bedroom. When he came back, she was standing
where he had left her.
"Good girl," he said, caressing a red cheek. Her skin was smooth and hot to
the touch. Geoffrey gave her ass another smack, just for fun.
"Unh- thank you Master," she whimpered.
He went around her and stood next to the dining room table.
"Get up here," he demanded, patting the polished gleaming wood.
Summer clambered up on what was to be her resting place for the next several
hours. But with what he had in mind, she would be doing anything but resting.
Immediately she placed her arms out so that if her master so desired, he
could spread-eagle her on the tabletop. Fastening leather cuffs to each slender
wrist, Geoffrey snapped a lock through the connecting rings, tying her wrists
together above her head. Her biceps pressed against the edge of the table.
Geoffrey tapped her slim, well-toned thigh. Summer instantly spread her
legs. A leather cuff was locked around each slender ankle.
He walked around to the "foot" of the table. From where he stood, Geoffrey
could see Summer in her exquisite nakedness, including the clean-shaven coral
lips of her feminine core.
"Hold still", he said as he pulled the two halves of the table apart. "Oh!"
Summer exclaimed as the wood slid out from under her. Her upper torso on one
half, her thighs and calves on the other, her lovely red ass now dangled in the
air. Just where he wanted it.
Moving swiftly, precisely, he quickly had her ankles tied to the table legs,
holding her long slender gams far apart. He put a small pillow under the small
of her back, making sure the edge of the table did not bruise her needlessly.
Geoffrey moved around to the head of the table. First placing a pillow beneath
her head, he slipped a piece of rope through the rings in her wrist cuffs. He
threw the rope under the table. Crouching, he wrapped the rope around the near
table legs, pulling it taut. Summer's arms were now stretched above her head,
her hands pointing at the floor in what would be an uncomfortable position after
a very short period of time.
"Good girl" Geoffrey said approvingly. "Perhaps we won't need a gag after
all." He laid the ball gag aside and reached for the small leather flogger next
to the table. "You remember how to count?" he asked.
"Yes sir" she replied fearfully.
"That's good. Begin." he said. He pulled his arm back and took aim at the
freckle-speckled breasts lying before him. His wrist snapped forward. The
leather thongs hissed as they flew forward like a snake striking its prey.
Even though the strands of the flogger hardly touched her, or perhaps of the
way they did, Summer howled in pain. A collection of red weals began to rise on
the side of her breast. She sobbed, as Geoffrey flicked the flogger once again.
"Count!" he snapped.
"T-t-two, sir!" she wailed as the leather bit her flesh once again. She
screamed in pain as the hard leather suddenly burned the tender folds of her
pussy.
"Wrong!" Geoffrey roared. "You didn't say one!"
"Ow, ow! Ow! Master," Summer sobbed. "Your slave is sorry, Master, forgive me
Master!" she babbled. "Please Sir, give me another chance!"
She cried out "one" as the leather slapped across her heaving belly. Bright
red stripes began to appear above and below her navel.
"That's better," Geoffrey commented. He flicked the flogger in the direction
of her breasts. Summer howled at the pain, and stammered "two", then three, four
and five before she broke into tears.
"Please sir," the girl begged. "Please sir, forgive me. I'll never do it
again, sir."
"You're right there," Geoffrey mused.
"Oh! Six, sir!" she cried. Her naked body writhed on the hardwood tabletop
as the flogger struck her heaving breasts. A light sheen of sweat was beginning
to appear on her supine form.
Geoffrey stepped close to the sobbing girl. Running his hand across her
flesh, he cupped one of the now red striped mounds. The tender caress caused
Summer to moan. He stroked her gently, his touch exceptionally light, in
contrast to the sting of the flogger. Summer moved like a cat beneath his hands,
her excitement and pleasure beginning to well inside her. Lower and lower his
hands slid down her stretched form. Summer arched her back in pleasure.
Geoffrey tickled her clitoris just enough to make his slave girl gasp in
delight. With his finger, he parted the wet folds of her lower lips. She moaned
at his touch.
"Sir!" she gasped, trying with all her might to thrust herself against his
hand. Her bonds were tight enough to restrain her but loose enough to allow her
to rub against his hand.
The probing touch on her clit almost sent Summer into frenzy, she was so
ready. Geoffrey laughed, and fingered his slave some more, rubbing the hard bud
between his thumb and forefinger just the way he knew she liked. He could feel
her juices against his digits, lubricating her hot love passage in anticipation
of more, deeper penetration.
Switching to his left hand, Geoffrey re-arranged his position while never
missing a beat in his manipulation of Summer's burning pussy. He looked into her
half-closed eyes, and smiled in pleasure at the way she licked her lips.
"I noticed you had forgotten your favorite decorations," he said, pulling
something from his pocket. Summer's eyes widened in surprise. One of her
responsibilities was to pack the toy bag for the trip. She had, quite
conveniently, forgotten one or two things.
"It's a good thing I remembered them, isn't it sweetness?" He dangled the
nipple clamps in front of her eyes. He knew she had a love/hate thing about
them. "You should thank me for bringing them."
"Oh please don't...." she simpered, thrashing her head. " Please, sir!"
Her begging was exactly what he desired. Reaching down, Geoffrey tweaked her
pink nipples, watching them rise in reaction to the gentle stimulation. He
watched her eyes. Suddenly he grabbed both nipples, twisting and pulling.
Tears started up in her eyes as a little shriek escaped her. He pulled and
pinched each nipple, stretching and twisting them. Summer's head rolled back
and forth.
" No, ow, no please master, no..." she pleaded.
"Be silent slave! You don't have permission to speak!" Geoffrey slapped her
breasts sharply. His hand left pink marks on the tender flesh. He swiftly
attached the tight clamps to her nipples, watching her mouth open at the pain.
Conflicting sensations flooded through Summer as the first piece of cold
steel snapped itself to her hard nipple. Female hormones ran rampant at the
contact, only this was no tender mouthed infant suckling on a teat. The steel
bit down, hard, on the fleshy protuberance, firing sensitive nerve endings into
overload. First came rocket bursts of pain, then a burning heat that slowly
spread from the aureoles into the firm flesh of her breasts. Summer howled with
anguish as Geoffrey flicked first one, then the other clamp.
He slid his wet fingers into her mouth. Greedily, despite the fire in her
breasts, Summer licked and sucked her juices from his hand. Her head was dizzy
with conflict between pain and pleasure, the two sides marching back and forth
in battle for supremacy. Her breath came in short panting bursts, then, as her
body became accustomed to the new sensations, slowed and became more even.
Geoffrey waited while his slave girl settled down. He was in no hurry, and he
knew she was not going anywhere, not for a while. He watched her smallish
breasts, mottled pink from the whipping, rise and fall. He admired her form -
under his guidance, Summer had firmed and toned her body, creating an even more
sensual and desirable shapeliness. He was not concerned about the size of her
breasts, and in fact, liked them a great deal. As he had done many times before,
Geoffrey wondered why North American men have such a fixation for humungous
boobs.
"Poor Summer," he teased, taking the punished mounds of flesh in his hands.
Summer groaned as he kneaded and stroked her teats. "Such lovely breasts, and so
delightfully sensitive!" He tugged on a nipple clamp, and smiled to hear her
gasp. "Aw, does it sting, little one?" His other hand slid down to the smooth
darkness between her legs. Summer gasped at the intimate touch of his fingers.
Geoffrey brought his hand up for inspection. His index and middle fingers
glistened with pussy juice. He stuck them into his mouth and slowly savored her
taste.
"Mmmm, delicious," he mused. "You're very wet. You must be enjoying this."
Summer's eyes were shut as she whispered, "Anything to please my Master."
"Anything? We'll see about that." He patted her between the legs and strode
off.
Summer strained against her bonds. She could lift her ankle about two inches
from the tabletop before it came to a sudden halt. Pinned as she was, arms over
her head, she realized there was no way she could free her hands. Geoffrey had
allowed her room to wiggle and jerk about, but the knots were not going to let
go. Summer grunted with frustration before settling in to her fate. The fire in
her breasts was subsiding into a steady burn, and now her arms were getting
tired. The sound of a suitcase zipper turned a part of her mind in Geoffrey's
direction. Now what was he doing? she wondered.
It was easy to find the things he needed. He had instructed Summer to
pack some of his toys, and she had done a meticulous job. Except for the nipple
clamps, he mused. The pile of items on the bed was small, but Geoffrey knew what
he wanted.
He watched her strain against the ropes as he walked across the spacious
room, her body moving sinuously, erotic. Her grunts were very pleasing. He
laughed silently, imagining the sounds she would be making soon. He thought of
gagging her with the O-ring, then making her take his cock in her mouth. No, she
likes that too much, he said to himself. Maybe later. Just torment her a while,
make her so willing, so needing him to bring her to ecstasy that she will beg
and plead for his touch. No matter how harsh. He smiled at the thought of
possessing her once again, her feverish state driving her to buck and move like
a wild animal. The thought of his cock sliding into her, she squeezing him with
her vaginal muscles, as if it were a burning wet vice, wringing every drop from
him, aroused him. He knew if he fucked her now, if he stood between those
outspread legs and pumped himself into her, they would both love it. But what
lesson would she learn? No, better to just tease and torment for a while, and
then, maybe in an hour or so, ...
"Master? I'm sorry, Master." Summer pleaded, interrupting his reverie.
Geoffrey looked down on his bound slave toy. Leaning forward, his lips
crushing hers, his tongue invaded her other wet orifice.
"I know you are," he whispered, nuzzling her neck. "But you should have
thought of that earlier."
He ripped a piece of bright red tape from the roll and pressed it across
Summer's moist lips. He ran a second piece in the other direction, shaping an X.
A third piece ran in a straight line, sealing her mouth completely.
"Mmmmmph!" was all she could say. Her eyes pleaded for mercy.
Geoffrey threw one end of the thin nylon cord over the chandelier. It
dangled between his captive's legs. Mischievously he tickled her nether lips
with the white cord, making it shine with her slick wetness. Summer bucked at
the touch.
"MMMMM!" she protested, hips wiggling.
"No, don't worry little one, "Geoffrey admonished. "No crotch rope for
you, at least, not yet." He patted her pussy with an open hand. He pulled more
of the cord, leaving the rest piled on Summer's white, smooth belly. He
fashioned a slipknot, and looped it about the electric massager handle. Pulling
it tight, the device hung between the girl's splayed limbs, looking like a white
microphone. Geoffrey quickly wrapped several strands of tape over the slipknot,
ensuring it would not come loose. He adjusted the way the vibrator hung so that
it would be perfectly positioned against her clit. When he flicked the switch,
Summer screamed in pleasure and surprise.
"Patience now, Summer. There will be plenty of time for screaming." He
turned the massager to off. He attached the red and black leads from the timer
to the clips on the vibrator, then plugged the power cord into the wall.
"There, now we don't have to bother with batteries. It will just buzz
away until I shut it off. Now, what should I attach the rope to, to make sure
the massager stays just where I want it, hm?" He looked at Summer's face. "I
know," he said as he produced the chain from his pocket. "What do you think,
little slave girl?"
Summer shook her head in protest, but that didn't deter Geoffrey. First
clipping each end of the chain to a nipple clamp, he then passed the loose end
of the cord through the centre of the chain. Again he adjusted the length of the
cord and tied it off. He cut the extra length.
The vibrator now dangled just centimeters above the girl's pussy.
Geoffrey placed a second pillow under the small of Summer's back,
raising her up even more. He looped the cord around Summer's thigh, then wrapped
it around the massager several times before tying it off to her opposite thigh.
The arrangement now pressed the bulbous end of the vibrator against her cunt,
the tension in the cord pulling on her nipple clamps. Summer had to raise her
hips an inch to relieve the tension, which just positioned the massager even
more squarely against her love nubbin, sending spasms of pleasure through her
frame. Which, of course, eventually made her relax and lower herself back down,
causing the cord, in turn, to be pulled on the nipple clamps ...
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Anger dissipated, Geoffrey
could feel his cock swelling inside his slacks. What would it be like to fuck
her now, with the vibrator against her clit? He mused. He could almost feel her
hot wetness sliding against his tumescence, the incredible sensations building
until he pounded his fluids into her. He flicked a switch and turned the
rheostat control. A small green light lit up when he pushed the button labeled
"on".
The quiet permeating the room was disturbed by the droning buzz of the
massager coming to life. This was swiftly followed by a gasp of pleasure from
the helpless girl splayed out on the table.
"Unnh!" she gasped at the first thrilling pulses against her slowly
swelling clitoris. She squirmed in pleasure like a cat in heat. Sudden ribbons
of pain shot through her breasts as the nipple clamps pulled taut.
"Oh!" she gasped. The swift pain heightened the pleasure building in her
lower abdomen. She tried to press the massager closer to her burning flesh.
And then it stopped.
Geoffrey laughed at the look of surprise that came to Summer's face when
the massager stopped vibrating. She realized the extent of his torment - the
damned massager was set on a variable timer! How was she going to get off if it
cut out at just the least opportune moment!
"There, there, sweetie," Geoffrey soothed, stroking the tender flesh of her
breast. His touch made her jump, the jump in turn pulled on her bonds, and a
small tear rolled down a cheek.
"I'm going to go out for a while, do some shopping, so you just stay here and
enjoy yourself." Geoffrey smiled at her, kissed her forehead. "See you later!"
Summer squealed her frustration as she heard her Master close the hotel room
door behind her. When would he be coming back? How long did she have to stay
like this?
A droning sound, like a hundred horny bees, the electric massager stirred
into life as its next cycle kicked in. It shook and shimmied against her cleft,
the vibrations sending delicate sensitive nerve endings into paroxysms of
delight. She could not help herself, the pleasure was too welcome, too inviting
to resist. Summer squirmed and pushed herself against the shaking white plastic
bulb, trying futilely to squeeze it with her thighs. Ribbons of fire raced
through her breasts, the nipple clamps tugging and twisting with each movement,
the pain adding to her pleasure. Desperate for relief, Summer twisted her
torso. She could feel an incredible heat building in her groin, a groundswell of
fire and passion she could not resist.
She pressed her coral lips against the hard plastic. It moved with her, it
moved away from her, tugging on the cord leading to the chain connected to the
nipple clamps, making them wiggle. The burning pain in her breasts was
incredibly pleasurable, but nowhere near helpful.
"Unh!" she grunted. Summer relaxed her lower back muscles, sinking down on
the tabletop. Her ass dropped down into the open space between the two halves.
Droplets of pussy juices fell to the carpet below.
The orgasm hit her like a truck doing 70.
Summer screamed as the intense pulling on her nipples triggered the explosion
in her cunt. It raced through her in a molten blast, each red-hot spasm bigger
and hotter than the one before. She thrashed on the tabletop, yanking and
straining against her bonds, her belly heaving, her breasts bouncing against the
chain that tormented them.
Summer howled, She thought she would suffocate as she gasped for air through
her flaring nostrils. She could feel her toes and fingers squeezing and curling,
every muscle in her body tightening and locking in place. The vibrating plastic
continued to thrum against her, forcing her even higher, making her arousal even
stronger, almost painful in its intensity. Summer could see red spots as she
squeezed her eyes tightly shut, then splashes of colours and finally, explosions
of colour that slowly drifted into black.
She could feel herself calming down, moving into a numb state of sensory
overload, when the vibrator stopped its incessant droning.
It was suddenly chilly in the room, as the light sheen of sweat began to dry
from Summer's naked body. Summer wailed as the muscle massager came back to
life.
