The Holiday - Part 2

We thanked the manager for his present and left the stage. I kissed the little waitress good-bye and slipped my arm gently round Bob?s waist: he guided my feet as I tip-toed in my slender heels in the darkness along the uneven path. ?You didn?t mind my going off like that, did you?? I asked tentatively. ?With that man, I mean?? ?Not at all. I hope you had fun. Watching you gave me a good erection, and your little waitress friend noticed and sucked me nicely. Are you going to have her? I want to watch if you do.? I had hoped this would be the moment to introduce the subject I was longing to discuss, but we seemed to be moving away from it. I tried again. ?If I do anything you don?t like,? I said shyly, ?I hope you will ? er ? teach me.? I wanted to say ?punish me?, of course, but somehow my courage failed me. He looked down at me with a smile. ?Oh, yes,? he said. ?I certainly shall.? Of course we both knew what was going to happen as soon as he, and I, and the lovely new whip arrived at our suite. But I left it at that for the moment. I let my head fall against his shoulder as we walked. ?Ah, it?s so nice being nude together. Here in the open air,? I said. ?You say that now, do you? You made me wait a long while.? ?I explained to you. I was making myself wait.? ?Are you going to stay nude for the rest of our holiday?? ?Perhaps. We?ll see,? I said flirtatiously. ?Maybe I?ll wear little things sometimes. Little things to please you?for you to take off. And little things to please me.? ?What sort of little things please you?? I hesitated for a moment. ?Do you remember what you said a while ago? About how tight my, er, you know, arsehole was and how nice it was for you?? ?Yes, I think so,? he said. ?And then you said?I thought it was so clever of you?you said it must be the same nice feeling a girl gets from a tight corset.? ?Do you like wearing a tight corset?? ?Oh, yes. Yes! If it?s really, really tight ? and wearing nothing else, of course ? except shoes, and other ? you know ?? ?Other bondage gear? Yes, I?d like to see you do that.? I nodded, my heart too full to speak. ?I?ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you,? said Bob. ?Of course. But I?m so glad our first fuck was in public.? ?So am I! I love fucking in public.? ?And I love girls who love it.? ?You?re not jealous?? ?Of course not! I like my girls to be promiscuous little sluts.? I let out a great sigh of contentment. ?Yes, that?s what I am. Ever since I first appeared at a strip-club ? the manager hadn?t told me that as soon as I was nude men would come up on stage and fuck me while the others watched. It was such a lovely surprise! And then I knew that was what I wanted to do. Always ? without stopping for a moment.? ?And get paid for it?? said Bob with a smile. ?No, no, that doesn?t matter ? maybe when I?m old enough to work for money. For now I just do it for my own pleasure.? Bob stopped and kissed me. His hands stroked my pierced breasts. ?How lovely you are!? he said. ?My perfect girl.? We walked on for a while. A thought struck me. ?You know, it?s a funny thing about being nude. It feels so natural, and nice; and yet ? if we did it all the time perhaps we wouldn?t enjoy it so much.? ?Yes, clothes can be very stimulating. The right sort of clothes, on the right sort of girl.? ?And the rules about what we cover up and don?t are so strange. I mean, just now it?s quite normal for a girl to go about in public showing off her legs; but before it became the fashion if she did that everyone would say she looked like a prostitute.? ?I like a girl to look like a prostitute,? he said. I gave him a little tap on his bare bottom. Just half-way between a stroke and a slap. ?You would,? I said. ?But girls enjoy looking like prostitutes. Secretly. Go on, admit it.? ?Of course we do,? I said. ?But only when all the other girls are looking like prostitutes too. When it?s the fashion.? ?Well, I?m glad it is now. The shortest possible skirt, the longest possible hair and the highest possible heels?that?s my idea of the perfect girl, and don?t you forget it.? ?Or no skirt at all?just the heels and the hair,? I said, tossing my head and skipping a little in my heels to show what I meant. ?Yes. Better still. But not so easy to introduce as a popular fashion,? he said. ?It?s strange, really,? I went on. ?A girl has three holes to be fucked in. That?s the way nature, the Gods, made her. It?s nice. But somehow we insist that in public at least a girl must cover up two of her holes and leave the third one free for everyone to see. Why is that?? ?I don?t know; but it?s given me an idea. Why don?t we start a fashion which allows girls to expose any hole they like so long as they hide the other two? Think of girls going doing the street with their mouths firmly hidden and sealed, and wearing skirts which are either completely frontless or completely backless, showing either their pussies or their arseholes? Can you imagine anything more delightful?? I giggled happily. We were nearly at the door of our suite. As soon as we were inside I went to the bedroom. In our absence the staff had removed the coverlet from the big bed and made everything ready for our night together. I lay back naked on the cool sheet and kicked my feet almanbahis in their deliciously tight shoes. ?Come and fuck me,? I said softly. ?Please.? Bob looked down at me. ?I?m not sure I can just yet,? he said. ?Not after what your waitress friend did to me.? ?Beast.? ?But I?m sure I can work up an appetite.? He shook out the lashes of the whip. ?Oh, yes ? please!? I said. ?I?m longing for it. It?s so beautiful ?? There was no point in pretending not to want it. Acting coy, and begging for mercy, could come later. ?Do you have a corset with you?? he asked. ?Of course! Shall I put one on?? ?Yes. I think you?d look nice in a corset. That would give me an appetite all right.? I jumped off the bed and ran to the dressing-room. From the shelf where I had stored it I pulled out a little corset in white leather, designed to squeeze my waist cruelly while leaving my breasts and arse uncovered. It had a series of silver buckles down the front, but they were for decoration: the real constriction came from the long laces zig-zagging down the back. It was a present from a lover who liked to see his girl bound as tightly as possible and to hear her squealing with pain?I mean pleasure. Perhaps Bob had the same fetish. I hoped so. I fixed the pretty corset round me as best I could, then walked demurely back to Bob in my high-heels. ?Please make it tighter,? I said shyly. I turned my back, and gasped with delicious pain as his strong fingers pulled the laces tighter, ever tighter, round the metal hooks. At last he was satisfied, and knotted the ends in a double bow. ?May I see?? I asked in a little voice?my breath came only in tiny gasps now. ?Of course.? There was a big mirror in a corner of the room. I preened and pirouetted in front of it: I had never seen myself look so beautiful. Bob stood behind me and petted me. At last I leant back against him. ?Please whip me,? I murmured. ?Not yet,? he said. I turned to him in astonishment. ?Oh, but you must!? I said imploringly. ?With that lovely new whip ? with all those beautiful lashes ? pure white, matching my corset ? and I want it so much!? ?You?ll want it even more if you have to wait.? ?Beast! I want it now!? ?Of course you do; but I want you to want it even more. After all, you?re mine now and must do what I want.? His strong hands tightened round my little constricted waist, imprisoning me even more. I decided I liked the idea of being his submissive slave. I twisted round and knelt before him?carefully, my corset made movement difficult?and took his cock in one hand, weighing and tickling his heavy balls with the other. ?Oh, it?s so big!? I said, ?and so beautiful!? And then, after a brief interruption, when I could speak again, ?and it tastes so lovely when you come!? ?You like the taste of cum?? ?Well, of course! Every girl does. I just can?t get enough of it.? I knew very well that men love to hear a girl say that, which was why I said it?don?t you think I?m growing up to be a naughty little flirt??but it was true as well. I was suddenly aware of a strange noise in the distance. I stood up, walked carefully to the window and leaned out into the dark. ?It sounds like screaming,? I said. Bob joined me at the window. ?Yes, you?re right,? he said. ?It?s a girl screaming. I expect her lover is torturing her.? The screaming stopped, for a moment, then started again. I was conscious of other noises in the night. Somewhere nearby a girl was alternately sobbing and begging for more. ?Oh, the lucky, lucky girls!? I said softly, then turned and kissed Bob. ?You will torture me too, won?t you, and make me scream in agony like those girls are doing?? ?Of course, darling, all in good time.? He put his hands tight round my waist and made me gasp with the sudden pain. ?I want you to scream louder and more beautifully than any of them. Promise?? ?Of course I will. If you promise to make me!? I stood on tiptoe and kissed him. ?I won?t let you down. Everyone here will say, ?How cruel that American is being to his little Japanese girl?and what a fantastic time she must be having!?? He said nothing, but looked down at me in a way that made me shiver with fear and desire. ?It?s so lovely to be here with you,? I went on, more seriously now, ?and I want you to do all the things to me that you most like doing to a girl. I want to learn all the things you enjoy most. So I can enjoy them too.? ?Some of the things I like are a bit ? you know ?? ?Perverted? But I love perverted sex!? ?Where did you learn that word?? asked Bob, laughing. ?Isn?t it right?? I asked anxiously. ?I was reading about it in a series in a girls? magazine and I looked it up.? ?Yes, it?s right. Or you could say kinky.? ?Kinky,? I said, trying it out. ?No, I think perverted sounds nicer.? ?The way you say it, it is. But what do you call perverted?? ?Well,? I said, trying to remember the articles exactly, ?I suppose any kind of sex that isn?t just you fucking my cunt is perverted to some extent.? ?That gives us a lot of scope.? ?Of course, the perverted sex I love best of all,? I went on seriously, and looking at him reproachfully, ?is being tied up and whipped.? ?Go on.? ?Won?t you please ??? I begged, looking longingly at the lovely white leather multiple whip lying almanbahis yeni giriş on the bed. ?Tomorrow.? ?Tomorrow? But I can?t wait till tomorrow!? ?Yes, you can. It?s all part of the pervertedness. Dream of it. Long for it. Think how much more you?ll love it when I at last let you have it.? ?Mm?mm, I suppose there is something nice and kinky about that,? I said, trying to please him by using his word. ?But you won?t make me wait too long, will you?? ?Tomorrow morning. I promise. Think of the appetite I?m building up. Making myself wait too.? There was something in that. Surely he would whip me all the harder after spending the night looking forward to it. It was a bit like the way I teased myself when I was stripping, making myself, as well as my audience, wait before at last giving us both the pleasure of my complete nudity. ?Go on about perversions,? he said. ?Is that what you call perverted things in general? Well, I want to specialise in perversions. When I start my career. So please teach me all you know about them.? ?Start by telling me about the ones you already know.? ?Well, taking you up my arse. Breasturbating you. Sucking your cock and drinking your cum,? I said. ?Of course that. And having you suck me in return. Did you enjoy doing that?? ?Loved it,? he said. ?I want you to sit on my face again. In just a few minutes. You taste really good.? ?Thank you. Of course we did that on stage together. Are sex and nudity in public perversions? They feel so nice and so natural.? ?Well, I certainly wouldn?t want you to stop doing them,? said Bob, ?so let?s assume they are perversions and belong in your repertoire. Now,? he went on, stretching out on the bed behind me, ?I?m hungry again. Come and wash my face with your gorgeous pussy. Let?s be perverted together.? ?Tighten my corset more first.? ?Are you sure you can stand it?? ?I can stand anything ? if it?s really kinky.? So then I knelt over him, while his strong hands round my tormented waist pulled my crotch tightly down over his mouth and nose. His clever tongue soon brought me to orgasm and my pussy poured its thick juice into his greedy mouth. This time I leant backwards, resting my hands behind me, so that my anus was easily available to him: he took the hint at once and his tongue travelled endlessly between my two holes, swinging me helplessly to and fro. The ecstasy of my cunt and anus combined with the agony of the corset took me straight to heaven. At last his cock could stand it no longer and we twisted round into a sixty-nine position: I stroked and sucked him to orgasm and drank his rich creamy cum, while he teased my delighted cunt with his fingers. *** I was wakened by the morning sunlight streaming through the open windows. We had not bothered to close them or draw the curtains: anyone who wanted was welcome to watch us and share our pleasure. To my surprise we were still lying head to tail, his flaccid cock close to my lips and his head pillowed on my thigh. Then I remembered how we had fallen asleep, in that position, lips and tongues gently pleasuring each other. I had been sleeping in my high-heels and my feet felt cramped. I eased my shoes off, kicking them onto the floor and wriggling my toes luxuriously. Very carefully I slid out from under the sheet which partly covered us. I was naked: Bob had insisted on my removing my corset before sleeping, despite my pleas that wearing it through the night could give me delightful dreams of thrilling sexual constriction. I picked it up along with my shoes and tiptoed to the dressing-room. I found the key to my white leather collar, removed it, and treated myself to a luxurious western-style bath. Then I patted myself dry, made up my face, renewed the gold varnish on my toenails, and lightly scented my breasts and pussy. It was time to decide what to wear for the pleasures of the day ahead. I had worn white for my first ?honeymoon? night. It would be nice to wear white again: it would match the beautiful whip for whose kisses I was so longing, and its white lashes would look pretty blending with white straps and fetish gear. But on the other hand black suggested dungeons, bondage, torture?and my aim was to suggest to Bob the experiences I most longed to enjoy. Perverted. Kinky, to use his word. So black it was: tight black shoes with heels so high I could hardly manage them, black wrist- and ankle-cuffs, a high black collar forcing me to hold my head proudly upright, a halter round my breasts with silver studs decorating the leather straps where they crossed. Finally I hung a pretty pair of silver bells from the rings in my nipples. Should I wear a gag? I had a lovely one with straps over my forehead as well as round the back of my head. No: I would invite Bob to gag me, but leave the decision to him. Probably he would prefer to leave me free to scream and beg for mercy. Yes, it would enhance his reputation as a lover if the other hotel guests could hear me! The thought made me giggle pleasurably. I walked back into the bedroom, teetering on my heels, holding the gag in one hand and letting its straps dangle behind me. Bob was awake, sitting naked on the bed. He looked at me appreciatively and reached for me; but I avoided his hands and made for the beautiful almanbahis giriş white whip lying tangled on the table where he had left it. I picked it up, coiled the slim lashes neatly, and presented it to him with a bow. ?Now?? he asked. He sounded reluctant. I hoped he was only pretending. ?Now,? I said firmly. ?You promised.? ?Oh, all right. How about coming in your mouth first?? ?Whipping first,? I insisted, ?Lots of whipping. Then all the fucking you want.? ?Come with me, then,? he said, scrambling off the bed and taking my hand. ?Nice cuffs,? he added as he opened the door to our suite and led me onto the broad wooden veranda outside which overlooked the garden. ?Thank you,? I said. I?m glad you like them. Is there anything else you?d like me to wear? Would you like to gag me?? I held out the gag and face-mask I had brought with me. ?No, I think not. You?d look pretty gagged but I?d prefer to hear you scream.? So I had guessed correctly. But I pretended to be surprised. ?Are you going to make me scream?? ?Oh, yes, darling,? he said softly, as he held me with his free hand and kissed me tenderly. ?You will scream. You won?t be able to stop. You will scream so that everyone will hear you. ?That must be the little Japanese girl being tortured,? they will say.? ?Ohhh,? I said. ?And how they will envy me ? the girls, at least.? My heart was beating fast and I could feel the juice gathering in my pussy. This was going to be lovely. In the middle of the front rail of the veranda was a broad arch framed with strong beams. In the sunlight I could see that there were four big hooks fixed to the verticals, with short ropes and clips hanging from each. It was a simple rustic whipping-frame, but it would do. Bob put down the whip, then positioned me on the top step and fixed the four clips to my cuffs. When he had shortened the ropes, I was tautly spread-eagled in the sunshine, facing towards the lush garden of the hotel. Bob patted my bottom and gave my nipples a friendly tweak. ?Very nice,? he said. ?I shall enjoy whipping you like that. But just one or two decorations first.? He left me for a moment, then returned with items in his hand I could not quite see. He stood in front of me and held two little pincers before my face. ?You know what these are?? ?They look like little clothes-pegs.? ?Yes; and I?m sure you know how clothes-pegs are used for sexual pleasure. But these are special. Look how strong the springs are.? He demonstrated, closing the pegs tightly onto his finger. ?And look at the little metal jaws with their tiny sharp teeth. Do they excite you?? ?Oh, yes! They?re beautiful! Where did you get them?? ?They?re made expressly for masochists like you to enjoy, and sadists like me to use on helpless girls. You can get them in specialist sex-shops.? ?Specialists in perversions?? ?That?s right. For sweet girls like you who like their sex, well, perverted. Shall I put them on?? ?Oh, yes, please!? Delicately Bob opened one of the little pincers and fixed it firmly over one of my nipples. A great rush of pain surged through me. ?Is that enough, or would you like the other one too?? I was beyond speech. I could only look at him pleadingly. He took his time, letting the sharp jaws close slowly, so slowly, over the other hard, erect nipple. The glorious pain was like an electric circuit flooding through my body and merging with the flow of pleasure from my pussy. ?Thank you. Oh, thank you!? I mouthed silently. I want to wear them always ? always ? I wanted to add, but couldn?t. ?I like my girls to hold their heads up when I whip them,? Bob was saying. I guessed at once that the other device he was carrying was a nose harness of some kind. He quickly inserted the padded hooks into my nostrils, led the cord over my head and through a metal loop at the back of my leather collar, then pulled it tight till I was gazing at the tops of the trees. ?Very nice,? he said, knotting the cord firmly. ?Very arousing. Now I shall begin. Do you want to know how many strokes I shall give you?? ?No,? I murmured. ?I am your slave. Torture me as much as you wish.? ?You?re sure it won?t be too much for you?? ?It can?t possibly be too much!? I said indignantly. ?Just try and see!? ?Very well.? The lovely new lashes were awaiting me, ready to be introduced to my soft trembling flesh. Bob took up position behind me where I could not see him. ?Ready?? ?Oh, ready!? I whispered. ?I?m always ready.? For a few moments he teased me by just tickling me with the lashes: then their full force swished down on me. Bob concentrated on my bottom, of course, but varied his angle so that my thighs and my waist also received their share. The long lashes curled right round me, and sometimes Bob cleverly used only their tips on my thighs so that the ends could pass between my legs and flick their lovely pain at my dripping pussy. I lost all sense of time as I swayed ecstatically in my bonds and absurdly high heels. Soon I began to scream joyfully at every fierce stroke. I didn?t care if I was heard by other guests. I wanted to be. This heavenly place no doubt rang night and day to blissful screams of ecstasy from tortured girls. I had heard them in the night: now at last I was one of them. All at once, with one part of my mind, I heard voices. People were approaching along the path to our suite. Tied as I was I could not see them, but at last they came into view and stood in front of me: a man and a girl carrying an elaborate breakfast on two trays.