0 comments/ 22612 views/ 0 favorites Trip to the Playa Ch. 01 By: Holly2 You'd decided by the 2nd full evening of our stay at the festival that I'd had enough time to acclimatize to the openness of the people and event. You could tell by our lovemaking in our tent that night that I was highly charged by the sights and sounds surrounding us, and that I needed some taming. After we'd both climaxed, as you held me in your arms, you whispered quietly but forcefully in my ear that I was to be your slave all day and night tomorrow. You heard (and felt) me gasp with excitement at your statement. I nibbled at your earlobe and quietly acquiesced before we both drifted off to sleep. At dawn, you woke to find me already stirring in the other end of the tent -- setting aside food for breakfast. You called me over and ordered me to take care of your erection. I got the oil, dribbled it liberally over your penis and balls, and then began gently massaging the oil all over your genitals. Your cock quickly became hard in my hands, thinking of what you had in store for me today.... you ordered me to tweak your nipples with my free hand as you came closer and closer to climax. You ordered me to shift around, facing your cock, so that I was kneeling somewhat bent over with my pussy easily accessible to your fingers. You slid a finger into my pussy, enjoying the wetness and warmness within. Soon you came all over my hands, and ordered me to lick up every drop, slowly and carefully. When I had cleaned you completely, you had me serve you breakfast. After breakfast, you had me gather our toiletries for our morning shower. You took one large beach towel, and wrapped it around your waste. I, on the other hand, was not given the option of a towel. You opened the tent door and ordered me to follow you, buck naked, to the shower area. Of course you chose the open, common shower area, rather than the private one... It was still somewhat early, so there were only 5 or 6 other people in the shower area. We both cleaned up quickly, not wanting to waste much water, and both eager to get on with the day. You toweled off first, then let me towel off quickly. Then we both lather up liberally in the sun block cream, helping each other get to the places we can't reach on our own. When we finish, you take the towel back to wrap around your waste. Again leaving me with nothing to hide my nudity as we walked back to our tent. When we arrived at the tent, you had me stand outside waiting for you. You disappeared inside, putting away our toiletries, hanging up our towel, and then getting about to putting your plan in action. First you picked out your clothes -- nothing zany -- just practical khaki shorts, your cloth high top tennis-shoes to protect your feet, a t-shirt, topped off with goggles and a large head-scarf to keep the dust out... For me, you picked out my sandals, my collar, the leash, my goggles and a large black headscarf. You also grabbed the wrist and ankle cuffs. When you came back out, fully dressed, you noticed that I was somewhat self-conscious at having been left outside, completely naked for quite so long -- the morning was getting on, and more and more people were beginning to stir and walk about. Yet there I was, naked as could be standing in front of the tent door.... You slowly began dressing me -- ankle cuffs, sandals, wrist cuffs, collar, goggles, leash attached to the collar, and then the head-scarf, which you completely draped over my head, leaving me unable to see anything but by looking down at my feet to see the ground... You lift up the scarf just enough to speak so that I can hear you clearly: "Follow me." With that, the scarf drops, and I am forced to look at my feet to keep from tripping as the chain tugs at my collar, leading me away from the tent. We walk on slowly for about 20 minutes. I have no idea where we are, but I can hear that we are in a more crowded section of the Playa by all the voices around me, as well as the occasional brush of others against me (intentional??). You lead me into a small encampment you had found yesterday, while I was helping sell ice in our camp. You lead me into an open-tent area that is more like a tent roof with no walls, but a lattice of woodwork within. Many of the sections of the lattice are very sturdy, thick pieces of wood with various hooks and bolts attached. You lead me up to one such lattice, and hook my arms up in a V pose to bolts that are a little above shoulder level on either side of my head, and about 1 foot out on either side. Not so much a V pose as a W pose in the end... Then you take my feet, one by one, and spread them about 2 feet wide, bolting them at the base of the lattice. You reach up under the scarf, careful not to let it fall off, and undo the goggles. You take them off me, readjusting the scarf and tying it loosely about the back of my head so that it serves as more of a blindfold at this point than a headdress. You drape the leash loosely up and around the back of my neck, letting it fall back down over the other shoulder toward my nipple. When you have finished binding me as you like, you begin slowly walking around me, caressing me, touching me, and teasing me. My pussy becomes quickly wet at your attention. You slide a finger deep up into my cunt, wiggling it a bit to loosen me, before taking it out and licking my juice off your finger. You tell me how delicious my pussy is, and that if I behave today, that you might let me come. But first, you tell me, you have some errands to run. I feel your beard brush against my cheek, as you kiss me good-bye, and then I hear you walk away, leaving me helpless, defenseless, and blind to my surroundings. You know I'll be safe -- you made those arrangements yesterday on your errands -- no one is allowed to unbind me, no one is allowed to penetrate my vagina or anus, no one is allowed to touch my labia or vulva. No one is allowed to kiss me or to undo my blindfold. No one is to talk to me directly, although they may talk about me with others such that I can hear them. Most of all, no one is allowed to inflict pain on me -- no spankings, floggings or whippings. These are the rules you have set for your slave, although other slaves' masters are more liberal with the rights they allow for treatment of their pets, who are also tied or bound up in varying poses throughout the open tent. As you walk away, you hear me whimpering in fear, yet you can see by the rise and fall of my chest that I am also very excited. Once out of earshot, you find a comfortable chair in the shade of the tent, next to some other masters and mistresses. You strike up an easy conversation with them, glancing over at me from time to time to see how I am. Time has no meaning for me -- minutes feel like hours. The panic gives way to a wave of excitement at the helplessness of my situation, which I give into completely. Sometimes I hear others come up near me, sometimes a hand reaches out to caress my buttocks, or lips encircle my nipples, sending shockwaves of excitement through me. I hear people discussing my physical attributes, or commenting on how lovely it is to see my juices dripping down along my inner thighs. I hear other slaves in the tent around me -- some crying out in pain, some in pleasure. From time to time you come over to silently offer me a sip of water through a straw, or feed me pieces of fruit, being careful not to say or do anything that would reveal your identity. Maybe teasing me with a tweak of a nipple, or running a fingertip slowly up the trail of my spine. But mostly you spend the day relaxing in the shade with the other dominants, keeping an eye on me, watching the experiences of the other slaves in the tent, sometimes even taking a nap one of the many hammocks that are tied up throughout the tent. By mid-afternoon, you can see me really begin to fidget and pull at my binds. You know I need to urinate badly. You signal to one of the attendants in the tent, who walks over toward me with some sort of a homemade contraption consisting of a small oval-shaped funnel on one end running through a long skinny tube into a large, sealed bucket. He puts bucket on the ground, and places the funnel right up against my pussy, letting me know by its presence that I can relieve myself. I am very reluctant to do so, so with his other hand he begins to push against my bladder. I am so embarrassed, but after a few minutes of the pressure from his hand and the feel of the foreign object against my pussy, I can't hold back. The psychological impact of deciding to give in to my urge to urinate is just one more step of submission. The relief of letting go is almost as good as an orgasm itself, after being stimulated all day with no direct release.... After this episode, you can tell I need a rest. You come over and lightly kiss me on the lips, letting me know it is you. My response is very deep, very aching - straining at all my binds for a bit of your affection. You undo my wrists and ankles from the bolts. You hug me close, and then tell me to follow. You lead me by the collar into another tent, which is enclosed. We take off our sandals at the door, and you lead me into a tent that is colored with all sorts of silk-looking drapes, plush rugs and large throw cushions strewn throughout the entire space. You lead me over to a small washbasin -- you fill it with water from the pitcher standing near by, taking a dry sponge from the table next to the pitcher. You dunk the sponge in the pitcher, then wring out the excess water. The water is slightly cool -- more tepid than warm... You take the sponge and begin slowly sponging up and down the inside of my legs, wiping up the areas where my juices had dribbled down my legs throughout the afternoon. You lead me over to a bed of pillows, undo my blindfold, take off my leash and collar, and instruct me to lie down and take a nap. You can see by the look in my eyes how grateful I am for the respite. You lay down next to me, and hold me in your arms as I drift off to sleep, exhausted from the intensity of the feelings I've experienced all day long. We remain here, napping for a few hours. When we emerge, it is dusk. We put our sandals and our goggles back on. We put our headscarves back on, but now you allow me to just drape it so that I can see where I am going. You put my collar back on, and attach the leash, and begin leading me back to our camp. By this time in the evening, the playa is packed with people awakening for the evening festivities. Many of them are naked as I. You notice that by the time we reach our camp, I seem rejuvenated. You allow me to put on a large sari to keep out some of the evening chill. We pitch in from our supplies to help our camp-mates prepare supper. After our meal, you excuse us, and we go back to our tent. We turn on the flashlight lantern in the large room of our tent, and you instruct me to open all the window flaps. You lay back luxuriously in the sleeping are of our tent, which is also strewn with a few cushions. You put a CD in the player that has a sort of Indian/Hindu flavor to it, and tell me to begin dancing for you, slowly, seductively. At one point, you tell me to take off my Sari, knowing that others are likely watching this dance from outside our tent windows... After about 10 minutes of dancing for you naked, you tell me to lie down next to you on top of the cushions and the sleeping bags. You have me hug my thighs up close to my chest, and you enter me from on top, in that position you know drives me wild. After such a long day of arousal, you know I will be unable to hold back moans of pleasure, and you are turned on trying to wonder how big our audience is by now. When you are almost ready to come, you pull out, have me lie flat, and straddle my neck, having me suck your balls. You pinch one of your nipples with your free hand as you get closer and closer, soon coming all over my face. You collapse next to me. You tell me to turn out the light, and I do so. We snuggle into our sleeping bags, which we've arranged more like quilts so that we can be together under the covers. You whisper in my ear that I've been a very good slave, and that I shall be rewarded. You kiss me deeply as one of your hands wanders down to stroke the lips of my pussy. You are amazed at how wet and warm I am, after a day of arousal and a good fucking session. You tell me in detail about how you were watching me all during my bondage, about how I was safe, about what you felt when you saw others touching me, about the other slaves you watched. The more detailed your descriptions, the closer I get to climax, until finally you feel my pussy clenching around your finger, my thighs tightening and a loud moan escapes my lips, letting you know that you have rewarded me properly for my submission. As we drift off to sleep in each others' arms, you hear me whisper that tomorrow **you** will be the slave... Trip to the Playa Ch. 02 The next morning you wake to find me missing from the tent, with a note of some sort folded up lying on the top of my sleeping bag. You unfold the note – it’s a hand drawn map, with a short message scribbled on the bottom: “Meet me here at 10am.” Your penis hardens, as if in anticipation. You lie back down and begin slowly stroking it, thinking of how you enjoyed seeing me tied up the day before, blindfolded and helpless while others touched and teased me. The pace of your strokes increase as your penis stiffens further, and your free hand wanders up to pinch your left nipple. You tweak and twist it, a soft moan escaping your lips, and soon you feel the release of an orgasm. Your come spurts out of your cock up on your belly. Your hand drifts up from your cock to rub the white milky liquid up across your chest… Eventually you crawl out of your sleeping bag, throw on some briefs and khaki shorts and step out of the tent, making sure to grab your headscarf and goggles on the way out. You step into your sandals and turn around to zip up the tent behind you. You put on the goggles and wrap the scarf about your head to keep out the dust in the air. Your stomach grumbles with hunger as you walk over to the car. You open the trunk and rumble in the supplies, grabbing a juice box and a couple granola bars for breakfast, which you eat on the way to the destination I had drawn for you. The morning is half over, and others begin to emerge from their tents after a long night of playing and dancing at the various ceremonies on the Playa last night. You check the map and the “street” signs strewn throughout the camp often as you make your way to your destination. You nibble at your granola bars absentmindedly while you look at the people, the camps, and the artwork around you. A gritty feel is in the air, letting you know it will be another scorcher. Eventually you arrive at a walled-in camp with a gaudy sign that reads “Goddesses R Us” with two gates. One has an overhead sign reading “Goddesses Only.” The other is not so much a gate as a small 2-foot square hole in the fence, with a sign above it reading “Supplicants.” “When in Rome…” you think to yourself as you kneel down and crawl through the smaller entrance. As you emerge through to the other side, you see that you are in a small area that is fenced in, with a tarp overhead for protection from the sun. You stand there, not knowing what to do next, as the fence is also covered in the same thick tarp, which prevents you from seeing what awaits you next. You check your watch, which shows only 10 minutes left until our designated rendezvous. You sit down and lean up against a fence post, sipping the last of your juice box and wondering what to expect… As your 10 minutes eclipse, you hear footsteps moving closer from beyond the tarp. A leather collar and blindfold drop down over the top of the fence. “Put them on!” a stern, unfamiliar female voice orders from the other side. You put the collar around your neck, buckling it up snugly but not too tight, then slipping the blindfold over your eyes. A couple minutes go by, and you hear some clicks and rattles as the fence is opened. You feel a rough tug at your neck as a leash is fastened to the loop in the collar, then another tug as you are led out of the gated area out into the warm sunshine. You struggle to keep pace with the female in your blind state. Suddenly, the female stops, and gives a rough tug at the leash, to let you know you should stop also. She steps behind you, and you hear someone else walk up behind you and quickly fasten leather restraints around your wrists which somehow hook together, binding them at the base of your spine. The female in control of your leash then leads you further into what you can tell is a shaded area. Another pair of hands (male?) takes hold of each of your feet in turn and take off your sandals. You are left standing on what feels like astro-turf. The female reaches in and holds the leash tightly at the point where it attaches to the collar as you feel the anonymous hands begin to tug at the button of your shorts. A few seconds later you are left standing naked, while the hands lift each of your feet out through the leg-holes of your shorts and briefs. Again, a tug at the leash, and you are pulled down toward the ground onto all fours. The hands that were at your feet move up towards your buttocks, fondling them, stroking them. Your penis jerks and stiffens in surprise. The hands hold your butt cheeks open. You guess from the size of the spread of the hands, and the rough, callused feel that they belong to a man, but there are no other clues than what you feel on your ass. No sounds, and no other body parts in contact with yours. Suddenly you feel something small and slimy wet pushing at the opening of your anus, which turns out to be something slim and long that slides easily into your anus. Your anus muscles contract at the shock of being invaded, but the object is so tiny and lubricated that it snakes further up your anal canal no matter how much your body contracts. It finally stops after a small globe-like shape at the end of the object slides in past your rectum, plugging your ass, with only a small slim continuation of the object sticking out of your ass. You feel an odd pressure from within, and then realize that your ass is being quickly filled with an enema. It’s a rush, a flood that feels like it is filling you completely, throwing off your balance as your elbows buckle and your body tries to fall to the floor. The female holds you up tightly by the leash, almost choking you until you stiffen your arms and regain your composure. The pressure in your ass is amazing. The flooding feeling seems to stop, and you feel yourself being pulled to an upright position by the leash, as the hands leave your ass. You can feel some sort of contraption being held up behind you as you stumble carefully to your feet, trying hard to clamp your ass tight. You feel another tug at the leash as you are forced to walk forward, trying so hard to not lose control, taking small steps. You are guided to stop by a few pairs of hands, which turn you slowly around and sit you down on a “chair” with a high back and two planks set in a sort of V but with almost no support underneath your scrotum and ass. The various sets of hands bind your wrists and feet to the chair, and another set of hands puts something across your forehead and pulls it tight, binding your head back against a padded headrest. You hear something placed underneath the chair, and immediately your focus is brought back to your ass as you feel the object slowly being pulled out. The globe-like shape is the only thing holding in the flood of liquid in your anal canal, and it is slowly being worked out of your ass…. Suddenly like a flood the plug is gone and liquid spews out of your anus into what you guess is a bucket below you. The relief is intense, and you groan in surprise at how good it feels to let go. When the flood is over, a pair of hands washes your ass with a soapy washcloth, then moving forward to wash your balls and the shaft of your semi-stiff penis. You hear the bucket being removed, and wonder what will be next. Several minutes go by; with you tied in this very prone position. You hear no noises directly near you, but can hear the din of life on the Playa beyond the gates of this encampment and music from nearby camps. With your eyes blindfolded, your other senses strain to pick up any hints of what is happening around you. Time passes – 10 minutes…? 15 minutes…? A half hour… an hour??? A faint, warm breeze caresses your naked body, lulling you into a light slumber as you tire of trying to understand your environment. Your head is supported by its’ bindings to the headrest, and you easily drift off to sleep. ………………………… “I love the taste of your cock in my mouth,” I say, as I unzip your fly, getting down on my knees to suck you off. My mouth is so warm, so wet… It feels so good to feel the head of your cock pushed all the way into the back of my throat that it takes you a few minutes to realize that something is wrong. I could never deep-throat you because of the childhood injury to my jaw. Just remembering this snaps you out of your reverie, and you understand that you must have been dreaming, but the feel of your cock pushed deep in someone’s throat is NOT a dream. You inhale deeply with pleasure as you fully awaken to the sensation of being fucked by someone’s mouth. You know it’s not me, but it feels SO good you don’t care. Your cock stiffens A soft voice in your ear breaks your concentration. “You do not have permission to come, Slave.” You recognize my voice immediately, and another rush of blood surges into your cock as if on cue. “Release him,” you hear me order. The mouth pulls away from your greedy cock, and several sets of hands work at your restraints. First your feet, then your hands, and finally your head are released. I grab you by the loop of your collar. “Stand up,” I command as I pull you quickly to your feet. Once you are standing, I grab your hard cock with my free hand. I squeeze your cock firmly to get your attention. “You were very mean to your Mistress yesterday, humiliating her like that in public. Today you will get a taste of your own medicine!” With that, I let go of your cock, and lead you out into an unshaded area. You hear female conversation, laughter. “What a slut!” one woman says. “He’ll learn his lesson,” another answers. A round of female laughter fills the air. “Get on your hands and knees, Slave!” My hands push on your shoulders, forcing you down onto the ground. My voice is cold and impersonal, making you wonder if you had gone too far yesterday…. (SMACK, SMACK, SMACK) You jerk as the flat of my hand makes contact with your ass cheek. Again, laughter. You sense me walk away, and then re-approach. You hear some things being placed on the ground in front of you, and then my hand grabbing you by the collar, leading your head toward whatever it is on the ground. “You need water. And while you’re at it, there’s food in this bowl,” I tell you as I force your head lower towards the objects in front of you. Your hand wanders forward to guide yourself and take a drink of the cool water… (SMACK) “I didn’t say you could use your hands, bitch!!!” I cry at you. Your hand obediently goes back in place, and you fumble forwards with your nose to discover the exact location of the food and water. The water is in a stainless steel bowl, and is refreshingly cool as you lap it up little by little. A small platter is next to the bowl, holding a large amount of bite-size cuts of fresh fruit. You busy yourself eating and drinking from the bowl. I pat your head for a few minutes, then walk away again for a few minutes. After about 10 minutes, you finish eating your fill. You hear a few people walk up around you. One of them, a woman, says, “Stand up.” You get up on your knees, then to your feet. You hear the (splash) of water on several sides, and then are startled to feel wet washcloths coming to touch your body. Your penis jerks at the sudden sense of touch. The hands/washcloths move all over your body, soaping you up and giving you a “sponge bath.” One hand wanders down to your genitals, pushing and pulling at your cock and scrotum, while another soaps the crack in your ass, paying particular attention to your rectum. Others wander over your back, legs, arms and chest, leaving no spot unattended. Other hands/washcloths come up to rinse the soap off, and soon you are standing wet, clean, very aroused and alone as the hands pull back and the people walk away. I walk up again, and lead you over to another area, under a tent cover for shade and with some sort of padded flooring. I make you get down on all fours again, then move back to your ass. “Now we’ll see who likes to be teased for an audience,” I say as I bend down behind you, pulling your ass cheeks aside. I start nuzzling the crack of your ass with my nose, then you feel my wet, warm tongue start moving up and down along your anus. The lack of visual stimulation from the blindfold seems to heighten the pleasure you are feeling at your ass. I keep licking and probing your rectum with my tongue. The more you relax, the more your rectum clenches and releases, and your balls harden with the load they want to release. Your cock feels full and stiff. On the periphery of your attention, you hear the murmur of an audience. Male and female voices, but nothing you can really make out. Just sensing their presence watching you makes you even harder. My finger wanders up to your anus, and begins probing at the opening to your rectum. You release your muscles and push yourself back towards my hand, swallowing my finger into your anus. It feels so good to have my finger inside, wiggling against your prostate… Suddenly you feel the blindfold being yanked off your head. You had gotten so involved in the sensations from my attention to your ass that you had not noticed that another person had walked up to your head. You squint for a long time, as you re-accustom yourself to the daylight after such a long period of blindness. By the time you are able to open your eyes and look around, that person has gone, but you are surprised to see where we are: in a large, open-sided tent, the kind you would find at an out-door wedding. All around are people seated in chairs, all women, with other women and some men kneeling beside some of the chairs. Some of the people are naked, some body-painted, some wearing bondage-ware. Some of the subs kneeling by their Mistresses are wearing masks, some hoods, and some are masturbating while the watch you. A few short, quick thrusts of my finger bring your attention back to your ass, and what I am doing to you. Your cock stiffens as I begin lightly tugging at the loose skin at the back of your ball-sack. “It was very unkind of you to leave me blindfolded and alone for so long yesterday, don’t you agree?” “Y-yes Mistress.” “Do you want to come?” I let go of your ball-sack and firmly grip the shaft of your throbbing cock. “Yes Mistress!” “Then you’d better behave yourself. Don’t touch your cock unless I tell you to. And under no circumstances are you allowed to come until I tell you so. Do you understand, slave?” “Yes Mistress.” “Good. Now, I have to go get something. I want you to stand up and fondle your balls until I return. Give my friends a good show.” With that, I pull my fingers out of my ass, help you to your feet, and guide your hand down to your balls, giving a good tug on the head of your cock as I kiss you quickly and walk away. It’s so nice to feel the softness of your balls in your hands. You move them back and forth in your hands as you watch me disappear into a tent about 10 yards away. Your gaze moves to the “audience;” you are excited to see many women wearing some very “Bitch Goddess” looking leather and chain outfits – the kinds of outfits you and I have discussed buying for me several times… From the corner of your eye, you see me emerging from the tent, and your cock stiffens and moves against your belly as you notice that I am also wearing a very “butch” leather & chain bodice, with a very dyke-looking harness which is holding a realistic looking dildo out from my crotch. I’m holding another such harness in my hand. I walk over toward one of the other Domme’s, and whisper something in her ear. She hands me the leash, which is holding her male slave at her side near her feet. I take his leash and bend down to whisper some orders in his ear. He nods his head, and crawls behind me as I walk toward your side. I slap your hand away from your balls when I approach. “Do you like my cock?” I ask loudly for our audience to hear. “Yes, Mistress.” “Yes, WHAT, slave?” I ask angrily. “Yes, I like your cock, Mistress.” “I know you do, bitch. You’re a little cocksucker, and now you’re going to show everyone else what a little slut you are for my cock. Get on your knees bitch, and suck my cock!” With that, I push on your shoulder, forcing you down to the ground. You kneel in front of me and begin licking my cock, running your tongue up and down the shaft. My fingers lace through your hair, and pull your head back and up to look at me. “I told you to SUCK my cock, not lick it, you little pussy!” With that, I force your face back to the head of my cock. You open your mouth, and take my cock in as far as you can, moving your self up and down the shaft, almost gagging from time to time, in your eagerness to please me. What you don’t notice is that while you’re busy giving me head, I’ve given the other harness and cock to the slave at my side. He’s slipped it on, somewhat awkwardly. His real cock and balls have been pushed to the side, coming out next to his leg. He’s standing behind you, awaiting my command. “That’s enough,” I say. “Get back on your hands and knees.” You pull back from my cock and get down on all fours. I walk behind you and you hear me whisper something to the other slave. He grips each of your ass cheeks, pulls the crack of your ass open, and begins to tongue your anus. A wave of blood surges to your cock at the humiliation of being tongued by another man so publicly, yet secretly it’s as though one of your deepest fantasies had become reality. You give in to the feeling of the wet tongue probing the opening of your anus… “He’s closing his eyes!” someone shouts out from the audience. I grab your hair, snapping your head back up to look at me. You are shocked to see such a hard glint to my eyes. “If you want to even taste my pussy for the rest of the week, you’d better keep your eyes open and watch your audience,” I nearly shout at you. “Now you’d better behave yourself, cocksucker!” I turn your head back towards the audience before letting go. “You’re such a little slut for cock that I’ve decided to let you have a good fucking. Do you want to be fucked, bitch?” “Yes, Mistress.” You struggle to concentrate on my words, with the man’s tongue flicking the opening to your ass, feeling so good, so wet… You hear me say, “Now,” and the man pulls his tongue back. One of his hands pulls back also, and then you feel the cold hardness of a dildo pushing at your anus. You flinch in pain as he tries to push the head of the dildo into your ass. “Looks like you need some lube,” I say. I walk toward back toward the tent, disappearing momentarily, then re-emerging with a bottle in my hand. I walk behind you, and you feel the cool drizzle of a liquid dripping down onto your ass. The man pulls back the dildo, and rubs the lube around and into the opening of your ass, and then some down over your balls and the shaft of your cock. He gets you very hard, and then pulls away, to push the dildo back into your ass. This time, it slides in easily. He starts slowly, pushing the cock in slowly, further and further. When it is all the way inside, he bends down over you, putting the weight of his body on your back. You feel his real cock up against the back of your thigh, as he begins to move the dildo in small, slow thrusting motions. Your cock stiffens and jerks about as he begins moving faster and faster at your ass. I walk back to the audience and take a seat in the front row, to enjoy seeing you fucked like the slut you are. The man’s breathing quickens, and his movements increase in speed. He reaches down and gropes at your cock. You feel the sweat from his body dripping down onto your ass as he moves behind you, shoving the dildo far up your rectum. It feels so good to have your cock fondled as you’re fucked. You get a charge of excitement when you look at me. I’m stroking my cock, looking at you with such a look of lust in my eyes…. A few more good thrusts, and you feel a warm, wet liquid spurt out from his real cock, dribbling down your leg. He nearly collapses on you. You wish so badly you were allowed to come too, but you don’t want to risk not being able to lick and taste my pussy for the rest of the week. Trip to the Playa Ch. 02 I walk back over and pull the man off of you. Another woman walks up and hands you your clothes. “Get dressed. I’ll be right back,” I say. I walk off with this woman to the tent, disappearing inside. You stand up. You’re not quite sure what to do about the come dripping down your leg, but figure you’d better obey and be dressed by the time I come back. You use your headscarf to wipe at your legs, figuring that it’s the easiest piece of your clothes that can be washed out. You pull on your shorts, your sandals, then put on your goggles. I walk back out of the tent, dressed in a sundress, my sandals, and my goggles, with a headscarf wrapped around my head and face to keep the dust out. I take your hand, and lead you away from the audience and out a gate, back into the unsuspecting crowd outside the gates. Without a word, I lead you back toward our camp. When we arrive, I take off my sandals at the entrance to our tent, and motion for you to follow me in. You take off your sandals, goggles and headscarf, come into the tent, and zip the entrance closed behind us. Your cock is still stiff inside your shorts, aching for release. I grab at your crotch through your shorts, teasing you, making you even harder, kissing you, sucking and nibbling at your lips. My other hand drifts up to your nipple, twisting and teasing it. You whimper in pleasure, hoping to God I’ll let you come finally. I pull my lips away from yours and let them drift up toward your earlobe. Between nibbles and licks on your ear, I begin whispering to you: “You’re such a good little slut, I want you to come now.” I squeeze even harder at your cock, which is stiff inside your loose khaki shorts. I twist harder at your nipple, eliciting a moan from your lips. “Come for me, bitch. You looked so hot with that man fucking you. I want you to come now!” Just the mention of being fucked brings your mind back to how good it felt to be fucked, with me watching from the audience, how forbidden it all seemed…. One more good twist at your nipple, and you can’t hold back anymore. You shoot your load inside your shorts, shuddering at how good it feels to finally have release. I kiss you again, hungrily, biting on your lower lip. “Take off your clothes!” I demand quietly. You hurry to comply, unzipping your shorts and letting them drop to the ground, to stand before me naked. I take off my sundress. I have nothing on underneath, and stand before you completely naked. You notice that my pussy has been shaved since you saw me naked last night. The harness I’d worn earlier had completely covered my pubic mound. It looks so sexy, so bare. You wonder if I had any help with shaving from anyone at the Goddess camp before you arrived, if anyone touched and probed my pussy. You want to taste it so badly… I lie down on our sleeping bags, propping myself up a bit on some of our pillows. I spread my legs wide, revealing how wet my pussy is. “Get down here and kiss the inside of my thighs.” You quickly comply, kissing your way round my pussy, licking up the juice that has dribbled down from my cunt. I moan in pleasure, lightly gripping your hair in one hand. “You can’t believe how horny I got watching you today, slave! All that juice is because of you. I want you to lick it all up and make me come good!” With that, you nuzzle your face up into my pussy, getting my juices all over your beard and mustache, pushing your tongue as far up my cunt as you can, then licking up the length of my pussy like an ice-cream cone. My grip on your hair tightens. You bring your fingers up to my cunt, slipping two inside me, stretching me, pumping me, playing with my g-spot. I am moaning and writhing in pleasure. You finger-fuck me faster and harder, feeling my vagina beginning to tighten around your fingers. My breathing quickens, and I begin to arch my back. You concentrate your attention on my clitoris, licking around and over it, knowing that I’m about to come. A few more quick thrusts of your fingers, and I release into an orgasm, moaning loudly, clutching at both sides of your head with my hand, guiding you back down away from the sensitive clitoris to lick up the juice coming from my pussy. You’re surprised at how quickly and easily I come, and guess that I must have been saving myself for you all day long… “Get up here and kiss me,” I tell you in a low, husky voice. You crawl up over me, leaning down to kiss me. Your beard and mustache are damp with my juice. You wrap your arms around me, holding me tight as we kiss. You lie down beside me, cuddling me in close. We’re both in the mood for an afternoon nap, after such a full day. As you drift off to sleep, you wonder what the rest of our week on the Playa will bring…