10 comments/ 24424 views/ 2 favorites Pleasure Island By: MarshAlien This is a sort of literary experiment. All I ask is that you keep an open mind. It's fairly short, so you don't have to keep it open for that long. "Aye," said he, "she was a snapping piece. The wife of the late guv'nor, it turned out. A high-bred woman." "High-bred?" said I. I poured him another tot of rum from the bottle. "And you the captain of a pirate ship?" "In those days, aye." That part, at least, was not hard to believe. He was a man of fifty or more years, his beard grizzled, his clothing twenty years out of fashion, his eye dulled by age and drink but still with that glint of command. We had been sitting in the Duck's Head Inn, Squire Connor, the solicitor Batterton, and myself, waiting for a fourth player to walk through the heavy oaken door. One glance at this man us that he was probably not the gentleman that we required, but we politely inquired whether he was interested in joining us. "Ye'll not likely be gettin' many for a game like that, gents," he said with a croak of a laugh. "Ye be new to the Duck, I'll wager." "We are in town for a meeting with the Board of Trade," Connor said. "Aye," said he with a nod. "This be largely a seafarers' house, ye see? Per'aps a little rougher around the edges than you gents are accustomed to. We tend to play more dice than cards. One of the ladies will likely give you a game, though." His use of the term "ladies" had us looking from one to the other. None of our usual haunts allowed "ladies" who came independent of gentlemen. Yet, as is oft the case with men, we were all of us loath to admit that perhaps we had stumbled into the wrong establishment. "Take a chair, sir," Batterton offered. "Let us offer you a drink." "Would ye be havin' a tale, then?" he asked. "A tale?" Connor asked. "Aye. A story of the sea. From me days as captain of a pirate boat in the Carib sea." He pulled a watch from the pocket of his coat and carefully laid it on the table. "It's exquisite," Connor said, picking it up. "Quite pure, if I'm not mistaken." "The gold? Aye. More pure than what ye'll find on the inside, I wager, though not half so exquisite." Connor had passed the watch to me for my inspection, and I took our guest's remark as an invitation to open the watch. I nearly dropped it on the floor. The old man chuckled. "What is it, Doctor?" Batterton asked me. I was reluctant to hand it over to him. Inside the watch was a pen-and-ink drawing of an absolutely ravishing woman. She was naked, with long, flowing hair, an exceptionally fine bosom, and a mons pubis completely free of hair. "It is indeed exquisite," I finally agreed in a choked voice. Batterton and Connor reacted no less strongly. "We found her a-floatin' in the wreckage of a British frigate," he said after his brief introduction of her which I have quoted at the beginning of my story. "She'd come to grief on the Wallbern Shoals, which any mariner ought to have known about. Takin' the new Guv'nor to Grenada." He nodded toward the watch, which Connor had returned to the table without closing its cover. "She was the only one what had the sense to tie herself to a piece of wood. Still, she was a sorry little waterlogged rat when we first seen her." "She must have been relieved to see you," Batterton said. "Aye, to a point. Until she learned she was on a pirate ship. And that her presence there made her subject to our agreement." "Agreement?" I asked. "Between me and the crew. On dividing the spoils." "But surely you can't have meant that to include a woman of character and birth!" Connor protested. "It be the law of the sea, mate," the pirate said, fixing his eye on Connor. "A different law than you gents have here, to be sure." "So you allowed the crew of the ship to . . . " Connor found himself unable to finish the sentence. The pirate chuckled again. "Nay. She was too fine a pearl to let that lot have her. I bought her meself." "You bought her?" Batterton asked. "Aye. Bought their shares of her out, I did. And a damned poor bargain it seemed at first. She was a wildcat, gents, and no mistake. Spat at me, tried to claw me eyes. I had to lash her in a hammock each night to prevent her from killin' me with me own sword." He shook his head and poured himself another drink. "As I can well imagine she would," Connor said with his typical fastidiousness. "Per'aps so," the man said with a shrug. "Still, she came around." "Oh?" Batterton asked with as much ease as he could muster. "Aye," the man said. "Well, ye be knowing women." Not our lawyer friend. The poor man had loved only two women and them from afar. He had never approached either one to my certain knowledge, and was about to pass into his fourth decade with his life unsullied by romance. I decided to save Batterton from having to make further inquiry. "Come, man," I said. "You can hardly expect us to settle for a tale that incomplete in exchange for your rum." He smiled. "'Tis a fair point, lad. One day we be out mendin' sail. I gave her the freedom of the cabin on those days, after removin' all the weapons, o' course. "The lookout spots a ship, far away, ye see, so I returns to fetch me glass. From the cabin. And what do I find in there but her ladyship, her skirts raised to her hips, her bloomers dropped to her knees, a-workin' her hand in and out o' her cunny." "A woman?" Batterton was shocked. Connor and I traded looks. The pirate simply chuckled again. "Do ye believe, laddie, that only men have the fever?" "Of course." Batterton apparently was quite willing to expose his ignorance. "Ye'll just have to take my word for it then, son," the man said before continuing. "She be workin' herself into a right state, you see, and she don't notice me at first. So I walks toward her like, just watchin.' And I get to no further away than I am from you gents, and suddenly she opens her eyes and sees me and lets out this little shriek. Not a scream, mind you, just this little 'oh!' "'Afternoon, yer Ladyship,' I say. "Don't let me keep ye from your needs." "'I need it, so badly,' she says. Her voice like a whisper." "By now, I was standing right in front of her. She takes her one free hand and starts rubbing the front of me breeches. " "'Ye be wantin' what's in there, miss?' I ask." "She just nods, her eyes sort of glazed over. Meanwhile, she's rubbin' the both of us. So I reaches forward and pulls her hand away from herself, wet with her oils, and put it with the other hand. "'Well, yer Ladyship, you take care of my needs first, eh? And then we'll see about yours. After all, the ship only has one captain, eh?' "She can feel how hard I am by now, and her hands are desperately searching for the buttons." "'Yes, captain,' she finally says with this sort o' whimper. She grabs me breeches by the waist and then she drops to her knees before me, pullin' em down as she goes. "She groans and I feel her lips around me. Suckin' at my root, gents, like she'd never tasted anything better in her life." "All two and twenty years of it?" Connor whispered with a groan of his own. He looked down again at the open watch on the table. The man looked over with a wink. "She was five and twenty then. Those young red lips, boys, that long, wet tongue. I swear ye never felt its like, gen'lemen. I thought sure she'd suck me spendin' right out o' me. Right down her gullet. "And then while I was just on the edge, so to speak, she stands up and pulls 'er dress right over 'er 'ead. Drops her shift, drops her bloomers and there she is, stark naked in front of me. "Now me, cabin, gents, 'as a window in the door what looks out on deck. And she leans against the door and pushes that arse back at me." "'Take me, captain,' she says. 'Take me while I watch your crew. So I ain't about to say, no, am I, like? So I steps up behind her and plunge my prick into her cunny, all tight and wet and grasping, don't you know? It's like she 'ad muscles there could grab hold of it and milk it all by themselves. She starts buckin' back and forth like a 'orse." "So I just grabbed me a-hold o' them magnificent breasts o' hers -- you can see 'em in the drawing, gents -- and held on for the ride. And damme if that didn't just set her off even more. I finally has to grab on to her hair -- you can't tell from the picture, but it was a flamin' red, just a beautiful red or maybe copper-like -- and use that to keep us in what you might call a proper rhythm." He sat there for a while, staring off into space. "Thanks for the tale," Batterton grumbled. "That's not the whole, o' course." "Figures," Connor said. The old man paid him no mind. "I was smitten, ye see, and she was equally taken with me, for reasons best known only to herself. But we sat there together afterward, eatin' of the feast that me steward fetched in, restoring us after our labours so to speak." He cocked his head to look at us. "She brought out the poet in me, gents. I ain't even known there was one there. But I sat there a-tellin' her all the places in the Caribbean I was going to bring her. 'Aruba, Jamaica,' I says, 'ooh, I want to take you. Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama. Key Largo, Montego.' "She just sat there, this twinkle in her eyes. "'Why don't we go?' she asks. "'Jamaica,' I goes on. And then I starts to explain to her about this one island I particularly like, off the Florida Keys. There's a place called Kokomo. 'That,' I tell her, 'that's where you want to go to get away from it all. Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand. We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band down in Kokomo." "A what kind of band?" I asked him. He was too far lost in his memories to answer. "'Ooo,' I says, 'I want to take you down to Kokomo. We'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow.' "That pleased her, in course, gents," he told us. "Nothing a woman likes better than taking it slow. At least when you're a startin' out. Then you can pick up the pace, like. We all nodded. Here was a man who had learned the wisdom of the ages. We all glanced at the drawing once again as he continued. "'That's where we want to go,' I says. 'Way down to Kokomo.'" "She has a few ideas of her own it turns out" he told us with a wink. 'To Martinique, that Monserrat mystique?' "I give her hand a kiss. 'Whatever you like, my darling,' I tells her. 'We'll put out to sea and we'll perfect our chemistry. By and by we'll defy a little bit o' gravity. Afternoon delight; cocktails and moonlit nights. That dream look in your eye,' I says, 'give me a tropical contact high way down in Kokomo.' "'Port au Prince,' she yelps, gettin' all caught up in me poetry, ye see. 'I want to catch a glimpse.'" "Now hold on," Connor said sharply. "I've never heard of a cocktail. Or a steel drum band. This is just another sea story, boys. We've been done out of the price of a bottle of rum." "But in a most entertainin' way, you gents must admit," the old man said, draining the last of the bottle. "And what became of her?" Batterton asked. "Became of her?" Connor scoffed. "There was no 'her.' This fraud of a pirate made her up." "She fell in love with that big, fat cock and married it," said a sultry voice from behind Connor. We looked up. She was ten years older perhaps, but with hair just as flaming red and a bosom just as proud as she had when she had posed for the drawing. "Darlin'," the old man said, nodding at her. "Just having a last drink with me friends." "Well, now it's time for you to come home and have a cocktail with me." "So there is such a thing?" I asked. "As a cocktail?" she said. She gave us all a lascivious smile. "I'll let you look at the tail on the way out. The cock is mine, I'm afraid. Goodnight, gentlemen." We stood as she and the old man left the Inn. "All right, Marsh," I hear you crying, amidst your other tears. "What the fuck was that?" That, friends, was the result of a literary challenge on another site from an author, Stultus, who had written Juvenal's version of "Little Surfer Girl," or Puellula Veniliatrix as he called it. He dared the rest of us to attempt something similar. What you just read was Robert Louis Stevenson's version of "Kokomo." Am I aware of the anachronisms? Of course. But in the interest of fidelity to the lyrics of the Beach Boys, I deliberately left them in. Thanks for reading. You can kill me now. The voting buttons are just below. Pleasure Island One month prior to taking a two week vacation. I received an invitation from a high school friend; Yvonne. She invited me for a week-long stay at an erotic resort located in the Caribbean. It made me feel good hearing from Yvonne. The last time that I saw her, she had moved back to her parent's home in New York. After several days I responded to the invitation, by calling Yvonne to inform her that I would be happy to join her for a getaway. It was wonderful hearing her voice; it took us both back to our high school days. We reminisce about the pranks pulled on unsuspecting classmates for a good two hours. Besides reliving the old days, we did some catching up on what was current in our lives. Later that evening I received a phone call from Nicole, she was upset because I did not tell her about my vacation plans with Yvonne. I explained to Nicole that Yvonne was an old high school friend who invited me to spend time with her at a resort. I was evasive about what type of resort and its location. Still Nicole was hurt because I withheld information concerning the plans I made with Yvonne. She reminded me that she invited me to every party she attended and shared her girlfriends with me because I am like a sister to her. I felt terrible listening to Nicole express how she felt betrayed regarding the trip with Yvonne. The call ended with Nicole feeling worst than before we spoke. She knows how to play the victim role well when it comes to me, and she's no holds barred when she wants to make me feel like shit. But, I know how to play the concerned friend role well myself. I play along making her believe I am buying her bull-shit. I avoided any online chat that night and soaked my body in the Jacuzzi. Then I indulged myself with a glass of red wine before slithering between the sheets to sleep. It was two days before the trip started and all I could do was think about the erotic resort and spending time with Yvonne. Back in school she was a wild spirit like me, and we would dare each other with a game called kiss and tell. The game took place during the breaks between classes, the object was for her or I to walk up to a girl or guy kiss them and walk briskly away. At lunchtime we would tally up our kisses, whoever had the least amount of kisses had to treat the winner to whatever they desired; from the corner store a block from school. I was such a hot ass back then too. My slogans being, "If you got it, don't be afraid to flaunt it" or "go for it". When I finally arrived home from what felt like a long work day, I could see the light on my phone was flashing; I had three messages on the machine. All three messages had been left by Nicole. I called Nicole to find out what she wanted. Nicole asked me to call Yvonne and request to bring a friend along. I told Nicole I would ask Yvonne, and quickly ended the call. I was tired and all I wanted at that moment was get a goodnight sleep. The next day while at work I called Yvonne. I asked if she had any problems with me bringing along a friend; providing she paid her own expenses toward the trip. I told her it was someone very special and I thought bringing her along would definitely add to an interesting week of thrills. I felt better after asking, since Nicole invited me to so many activities including a BDSM community. I also joined the community under an assumed identity. I had to take steps insuring no social networking crossover between the kinky (Bondage, BDSM & Fetish) society Nicole and I love to grace with our presence and my girl next door persona. The person I am in the BDSM is not the person my family, or most of my coworkers know. Yvonne told me it was fine, and she was going to bring a friend too. It seemed to be shaping into a week of reality girls play. After a few more minutes of chat with Yvonne, I ended the call and finished the last report before leaving work. It had been a stressful day and all I wanted to do was settle in for my nightly ritual of a long soak, a glass of wine and tug of war with the sheets. Later that night I called Yvonne to inquire about any last minute details I needed before the trip. Yvonne explained that everything was taken care of and told me to keep an open mind to what the resort had to offer. I let Yvonne know I wasn't sure what the erotic resort offered, but I was open to almost anything that is safe, sensuous, and pleasing. Yvonne asked me to trust her and to look forward to a satisfying fun-filled time with the girls. She had no idea I had already searched the internet to see for myself the services offered on the island. While we were talking, my phone's call waiting beep began blowing up to inform me I had another call. The number told me it was Nicole, so I ended my call with Yvonne to answer Nicole's call. Nicole asked me about last minute preparations before meeting at the airport. I told her everything was set up and I will pick her up around six thirty in the morning to drive her to airport. I quickly said goodbye for the evening because I was tired and wanted to settle in early so I could relax and get ready for the week long island adventure. We arrived at the airport at 7:30, well prior to our 10:00 flight to the island. After checking our bags, going through security we proceeded to the restaurant for breakfast. We took our time eating and planned to arrive at the gate to board thirty minutes early. Yvonne hates airplanes so we patiently waited until everyone else boarded before we did. We landed safely that late afternoon. We were warmly greeted at the airport by the resort personnel. They were standing with a banner that read "Welcome Yvonne, Lola, Julie, and Nicole to our world of forbidden pleasures." After introductions were made we boarded the shuttle van for the drive to the resort. I am not sure why the resort relies on the airport vehicles to transport their guests; maybe airport management had perks to visit the resort anytime free of charge in exchange. As we were checking into the resort we were gladly surprised to be given our own separate rooms. A change into something less constricting was decided on so we all changed into bikinis and sarongs. I am not sure why we were behaving so conservative on an erotic island outing. Maybe because it was unfamiliar ground or we weren't ready to walk around nude as some of the guest did. I didn't notice the sign above the resort entrance that read clothing was optional on the premises...still we kept our bikinis and sarongs on for the first day and that night we wore dresses to the resort's club. The next day after breakfast we began our tour of the island. Three doors down from the resort check in area was the in-house Certified Sex Therapist. The sex therapists focus specifically on the sexual side of relationships that is so hard to discuss but is so crucial to a relationship's health. Their treatment method was to talk clients through issues and explore their own sexuality. They suggest touching exercises for couples to try at the resort, at home and teach couples how to become more intimate. They themselves do not touch the guest in any erotic way. We stopped in to discuss the hang ups we had in our relationships. Nicole said her relationship with Austin; my bosses husband; was working her emotions, and patience over time. Yvonne thought Nicole should make an appointment to discuss her relationship. The services were included in the package deal. What Yvonne didn't know was that the man Nicole was speaking about was married. Nicole looked at me before saying she would check it out, and to find out what type of advice the doctor would give concerning her lover. I walked away before I exposed Nicole lies and deceit with a married man. As we continued our tour with a stroll along the shore, we came upon a cafe where topless ladies and shirtless men were having lunch. They seem to be enjoying themselves, and were carefree so we continued to walk along the shore with our clothes on. I was surprised Nicole was in clothes still...she has a beautiful body; and know it; with a natural breast size of thirty-six C. I bought her a tee shirt on my vacation from outer banks that read Silicon Free. She planned on wearing it to the nightly bon fire that evening. Yvonne was insecure about her thighs which we told her looked fine. Yvonne's thirty-eight DD rack defied age and gravity thanks to the lollipop lift she had gotten after her divorce. Her ridiculous twenty-nine waist joined her ample endowments to forty-three inch hips. Her sarong was the security she needed to shield her hips and thighs. Yvonne's friend Julie was the slimmest in our group. A cup breasts with nipples that seemed perpetually stiff. She had a tiny twenty-six inch waist and the narrow hips of a teenager. I saw nothing to complain about they were all still attractive women. As the girls continued to discuss who had what and what was wrong, I quietly walked away before it was my turn to gripe about my body. It wasn't that I had a terrible body. I did not feel comfortable standing around discussing measurements in public. I often wonder if men gather at bars and discuss the size of their penis or scrotums like women talk about their bodies. I had managed to walk at least ten yards ahead of the girls as they walked briskly to catch up to me. Yvonne was the first to reach me and asked if I was okay. I told her yes which was a lie but I was not in the mood to complain about my thirty-six B cups breast, twenty-seven waist and thirty-six hips. I like them just fine and most men I know have no complaints either. I told Yvonne to tell the other girls I would join them after a nap. "Okay." She said and walked backed to Julie and Nicole. I walked back to the resort room as my thoughts turned to Charles. It had been awhile since he made love to me and I missed him terribly. I could not stop after one session of lovemaking with him. We had gotten together six times in the past two months. While we are not exclusive, when he comes to the states on business he calls to let me know he is in town for a few days and ask to come over to spend time with me. The thought of being with him makes me quiver but I was here with the girls for a week and would make the most out of the trip. When I got back to my room I took a cool shower to rid my thoughts of Charles. This getaway was going to be about four women leaving behind work, coworkers, boyfriends, lovers and family and enjoy the journey before us. After my shower I laid across the bed and air dried my body with the mild tropical breeze blowing through the open window that faced the crystal blue sea. While I slept, Yvonne and the girls were shopping for tonight's adventures. I did not know what they had planned until Nicole stopped by to show me what she bought at the resorts adult toy store. Nicole placed her purchases on my bed and explained how she intended to use them. The first items were handcuffs and leg shackles. Nicole enjoys BDSM very much and enjoys the sense of helplessness and lack of control her play things feel during role play when fettering restricts movement. The kinky sex play is one of her favorite pleasures. She loves the power play role because, subbies can't run away. The handcuffs; Nicole's favorite pair of leather cuffs; are usually fastened behind the sub's back, preventing him or her from defending himself or herself, in a sensual play setting. The sub is at the mercy of his/her Dom, and giving in to that sense of vulnerability and a yearning to be rescued can be very sexually stimulating. She was on a role now as she continued to show off her new toys. The next objects she pulled out were two beautiful purple silk scarves. I asked her why two scarves. She pointed at me and then to her, before motioning how the scarves were to be used. I told Nicole I was not comfortable using scarves to bind someone; she tried to persuade me the scarves are "gentle" and easier to unravel if the person wishes to break free of the scarves. I asked Nicole when she planned on me joining her in a BDSM session. She said winking at me "Tonight we're going to be everybody's darling as we take a walk on the wild side." "Isn't that a song?" I asked. "Yep." she said. "We are going to do what the people on the island are doing, walk proudly around the island naked with heads held high and a smile on our face." She started to dance as she spoke. "Have you lost your mind?" I screamed as loud as I could at her. Nicole's dance picked up pace as her hips circled around and around as if working a hula hoop with her seductive her hip rhythm. I shook my head and began to sing "Hell no. I won't go naked." By now Yvonne and Julie came over to see what all the ruckus was over. They saw all the toys on the bed and asked about them. I told the girls that Nicole made plans for us without even asking. Julie and Yvonne looked at me and I tilted my head toward Nicole so she could explain the night's festivities she had planned for us. Nicole cleared her throat. "We are invited to a BDSM party. Well, all guest that dare are invited so..." "Tell them were going to be naked Nicole!" I input not wanting them to be caught off guard like me. " Sounds like fun, let's do it." Yvonne said. Her change of mind shocked me. "I thought your thighs were too fat. I said. I gained a little courage after I met this guy on the beach. He says he loves my curves and invited me to dinner tonight." "We want to hear more." Nicole said. "Maybe later tell me more about the items you bought." said Yvonne. Nicole picked up where she left off with her hula dance as she grabbed her new lollipop paddle and smacked it against her hand. "I thought it was time to add a new toy to my BDSM collection." She is very skilled in this field, the trail of fiery buttocks she worked will attest to that. Nicole likes to speak softly, but carry a big stick and the big stick of choice tonight had a long handle and a red silicone pad. I asked Nicole what she had in mind for old glory her old well used leather paddle. "It depends on the size of the ass. If it's round and big, I will use the leather paddle. For small to medium bottoms they will receive a lollipop treat." Nicole beamed. I picked up one of the blindfolds on the bed and expressed my desire to have it. I love to use blinders it's very exciting when the person is blindfolded and has no idea where you are... they were one of the items I bought at the lingerie party. The blindfolds Nicole bought were of suede with feathers around the eyes. Julie crawled on the bed and picked up the cat o' nine tails. Yvonne had never seen them before and wanted a lesson on how to use them. "I need you to turn around, pull up your sarong and bend over for me." Nicole requested. Because of Yvonne's big round juicy behind, I know Nicole enjoyed using the leather whip to sting Yvonne. Nicole also had bought black leather slap which she broke in on Yvonne. Julie was knowledgeable on all the toys Nicole bought. She knew the correct terms for the items Nicole purchased. Julie then reached into her pocket book and pulled out a box of glow in the dark condoms and held the contents in the air as she asked if we wanted condoms and how many. I was still nude at the time; and it was a little uncomfortable wondering about making the right decision to walk nude in public where I never had before. In my early twenties I admit I wanted to be an exhibitionist, a young woman ready to explore adult pleasures and join a nudist community but I am much older now and wasn't sure if I was the same woman as back in the day. I had a lot to think about so I asked the girls to meet me back here in my room in an hour. This was turning out to be an out of the ordinary day. I lay down across the bed again and closed my eyes to envision myself as a younger woman. I thought about how I wanted to do it back in the day, well I was certainly going to be alright at going with the flow that evening. So I got up to get ready and meet the girls for dinner. Yvonne had a date with her mystery man and had to join us after dinner. Nicole, Julie and I checked each other over for last minute touch ups, before attending dinner at the club. We stopped for cocktails before starting our evening. Nicole downed her wine in one gulp and put her glass on the tray and ordered us to do the same. "This is silly we aren't teenagers on a class trip, now drink up." Julie said then dutifully gulped. I sipped my glass in normal fashion, I saw no need in getting sloshed, and I just needed a little push. We enjoyed the dinner and after another glass of wine I felt relaxed enough for what would happen. I noticed Yvonne enter the dining area with a handsome silver haired black man. During dinner Nicole and Julie polished off a bottle of wine between themselves. They were more then ready for anything or anyone who came their way. Our first stop was the beach bon fire, and it was interesting. A local Voodoo Priest/Root Healer emceed the proceeding which he turned in to a quasi religious ceremony it keep the local police from arresting guest for partaking in the sacraments which were shots of the local rum and include certain herbal items that are smoked. Julie fully joined in and ended up dancing around the flames with the Priest and a throng of "converts". She was a dancer on Broadway she could still move with grace. The ceremony lasted an hour before the Priest just wandered off leaving many of the participants in several writhing piles of intermingled bodies enjoying some real sex on the beach. After the bon fire event we met up with Yvonne outside the club. She introduced us to her date, before telling him of her previous plans for a girl's night out. While talking to him she asked him to undo her dress, then started to strip naked; unashamedly teasing him. He asked her for another date and why not after seeing all he might get to enjoy. She told him she would get back to him, and she teased him fully to keep his interested. Seeing him squirm while Yvonne disrobed, we all decided to add to his pleasure or agony depending on your view point and stripped ourselves there too. We rinsed the sand from the bonfire off our bodies at the outdoor showers located in the beach pavilion. We dried off with the towels stacked in the ladies locker room and stored our clothes in lockers and keeping only our hand bags and shoes. Then with our heads held high we strutted in our four to five inch stilettos without any clothes on as we headed into the unknown. We were turning heads as our heels clicked against the pavement of the open air pedestrian mall that connected the resorts amenities. Nicole led the way in her five inch pink pumps, Julie wore four inch black patent leather pumps, Yvonne wore five inch blue pumps, I wore red four inch pumps. We were feeling adventurous, some more then others from the bon fire ceremony; and were ready to embrace the boldness and erotic spice of the Island. It was time for adult play at the activity center, know around the premises as "The Keep." I decided right away I would be the Dom. I had no clue about the people at the Keep were therefore I would be in charge of my own safety and security. My slave for the evening would be helpless. Through a heavy wooden door we entered. On the other side of the door was a long hallway which led to a bar and lounge area on the far end. Doors on each side of the hall led to activities catering to the different tastes of the patrons. Above the doors were signs encouraging those entering to feed their appetite for pleasure? The plaque on the first door read Power Games. "Oh Yeah that's my nights pleasure" said Nicole. Across the hall the door read Voyage of Discovery. Pleasure Island "No way!" We all said in sync and continued down the hallway with Yvonne leading the way. The Next door was titled Body Worship. Julie asked Nicole if she had experienced body worship before. Nicole said no because she always played the Dom role. Body worship is a practice of physically reverencing a part of another person's body, and is usually done as a submissive performance in the context of BDSM. Typical kinds of body worship are muscle worship, foot worship, pussy worship, cock worship (or oral servitude), and ass worship. "Does anyone want to try it and we take notes later in the room about the experience?" I asked. The girls walked away shaking their heads no. The fourth sign read "Flogging Anyone?" I thought that might be interesting and asked Nicole to explain what flogging is. Nicole explanation was a scourge composed of a rigid handle with many thongs...a flogger is made especially for erotic punishment. It can be used to give sensations from a soft massage to a severe punishing thumping. "Never mind that, I'm not into flogging someone ass tonight, I'm into waxing it." I said. The Fifth door was the Wax Works, and I raised my hand and said "Taken." Julie wanted to join me and before I could explain what waxing involved Nicole intervened. She told Julie she was not advanced enough to enter that room for painful pleasures depending on which side you choose. Pouring wax over a body is sensual but if you don't know what you are doing it can be a disaster and painful to the person you are using it on. "So I suggest you choose another room." Nicole said. Well there would be no better room to choose since I have such an expert with me, right Lola? Julie said, giving me a wink. Rigght! I said. As we continued to walk down the hallway the titles sounded more dangerous and we all agreed to pass. One Door was title Electrical Play. I could not imagine anyone in their right mind wanting someone to shock them for pleasure. Another door read "Role Reversal Ladies Choice". The pictogram on the door showed a male figure on his back with his knees drawn up taking a submissive posture to a female figure on top of him. "What the hell...how do you like that?" said Nicole, she tried to open the door but found it, locked. I smiled and walked pass her, but she continued inquiring about the diagram as did Yvonne, so I explained. "The Woman lowers herself on to the penis squatting until the back of her thighs rests on the back of his. She then uses her legs to move up and down or wiggle her hips from side to side." "Hmmm that sounds very interesting and something I would go for. In other words the woman takes over and is in control of the dick." Yvonne stated. "Yes that's one way of having fun but there are other variations of the play. Check it out for yourself and see." That would be my only advice on that subject. "I think I'll do just that." said Yvonne. Yvonne was the first one to enter the bar and lounge area. The lighting was dim in the cozy little lounge which looked like any run of the mill corner bar, except for the dancer poles at each end of the bar. Nicole tried to be catty and asked Julie if the poles made her feel at home. Julie said they didn't because she didn't even know what they were for, but since Nicole was such an expert on all subjects maybe she should demonstrate it for us instead. The girls ordered a round of tequila shots to muster some more courage now that we had finally arrived at the main event. We did attract some attention from the people sitting at the bar and the few occupied tables. And why wouldn't we.... four gorgeous nude woman wearing "catch me fuck" footwear in a place like this, we must have looked like lambs ready for the slaughter. "Excuse me how do we get into the rooms?" Nicole asked the bartender, as she tried to assume leadership of our group. "You need a passkey. Is this your first time here?" The bartender required. "Yes." Nicole informed him. "Who's your Top? Only Tops can hold keys here." He told her. "I'm my own Top." Nicole told him. The bartender handed her a black iron key to insert in the door to open the room. I was also issued a key imbedded in wax for the Wax Work room. Julie per her wish was a bottom and she was issued a black leather collar to identify her as a bottom. As a sub she had to be escorted by a Top at all times or risk becoming community property. I would act as her top since she wanted to see the wax works; I snapped a leash on her collar. Yvonne was issued a key for the Reversal Role room. The man of her choice would be her bitch for the evening. I could picture the position, the woman riding a man's pole in the reverse role. I must add it to my list of things to do once back on the mainland. Before the girls and I departed for the rooms of our choice to begin a night of pain for some and pleasure for others. We would take a tour of the stables. I of course was prepared for this. I slipped on the fishnet mini dress I packed in my purse; since no Dominatrix lets just any bottom eyeball her. Nicole complained because she didn't think ahead about fetish wear for the occasion. I said, "Ha Ha." In the stables were the holding cells with bottoms for the choosing, some like Julie were guests, the rest were employed by the resort. I picked a strapping man who looked to be in his thirties. I picked him because he looked me in the eyes as if daring me to pick him. I already had Julie but his action was too bold for a bottom. The girls made their picks and informed the handlers of our selections and where they were to be delivered. I handed Julie's lease to the handler and asked him to deliver her also. I was not allowed to bring my bag of treats from the room due to resort's policy regarding all equipment being used outside of guest's rooms needing to be approved. Therefore I had to use KI (Keep Issued) toys. Every communal room had a toy chest with a variety of devises for your pleasure. I entered the wax room using the wax key the bartender gave me. The sub and Julie were laying face up blindfolded on wooden tables waiting for their master in one of the small glory holed cubicles that divided the room. I adjusted Julie's blindfold so she could watch. Then I pulled a candle from the candle holder watching it liquefy. I slowly trickled the melted wax on the man's chest, then his stomach, and finally his pubic hair. I planned to hold the hot wax closer to his body if he winced in pain. The closer you hold it to the body the hotter it's going to be on contact. My sub never made a sound. I must say, he took it like a man, as I poured trail, after trail of liquid fire over his body. It was now time to torment my sub even more; the wax was just a teaser. Tonight, this sub would endure pain from his Dom. I walked over to the pleasure chest and removed a heavy flogger out of a draw. I ordered the sub to roll onto his stomach as I prepared the cat's 22 tails for his night of punishment. I thought of the other girls and wondered if they were having as much fun as me. It had been awhile since Nicole and I had graced the BDSM community with our presence and the bad girl inside of me was prepared to take over and torture the flesh of this uppity sub. Drizzling more hot wax over his back and buttocks had no effect on him. I held the candle closer and the plopping liquid got a reaction, his cheeks clinched for a second. As I poured a long stream from the small of his back to the nape of his neck he groaned. The sting of hot melted wax would seem mild once I flogged him. Which I would do after I gave Julies' body a generous serving of hot wax. I spattered her from her nipples to pubes with wax, laying a good coating on the short curly hairs. She would remember the experience well back at her room picking out the wax later. She moaned and whimpered louder with each pour. The sound of her torment must have excited my male sub because he fidgeted again and again on the hard table. After Julie was properly waxed; I flogged my male sub cruelly. The heavy flogger thudded on his rump and shoulders until those areas were crimson and hot to the touch. I enjoyed myself for several hours tormenting my two pets with repeated waxing and peeling by the use of the flogger, or in Julie's case a light cat with a sting instead of thump. Finally I called for a handler and had the male sub returned the stable for currying. I snapped the leash on Julie and we adjourned to the bar for cocktails and waited for Nicole and Yvonne. With the pink horizon telling us sunrise was upon us we walked back to our rooms, all of us were tired but satisfied after our first full day on the Island.