TROPICAL VACATION - PART 1

My husband  Karl and I recently went on a tropical vacation, and instead of packing lots of toys, I decided to play a bit with the concept of making do with what was available on the island.  I'm not talking about some sort of "Survivor" episode, but I did want to test my creativity in supplying my Dom needs without a suitcase full of cuffs, clips, etc.  I could see that Karl was a bit puzzled at the lack of items we usually pack, but he had the good sense not to say anything.  Always a wise move when I was clearly in charge.

Two carry-ons with the clothes we needed, some bathroom and pill essentials, and no need to worry about prying eyes at the airport security locations.  Our resort, if you want to call it that, was actually a series of semi-isolated huts located with enough room in between that a degree of privacy was afforded, and it was an "adults only" facility.  The huts were well appointed, with bathrooms, kitchenette, sitting room and bedroom.  Air conditioning, too.  I'm not one for self imposed discomfort.   There was no pool on the property, but we were a short walk away from a beautiful beach and lots of tropical foliage.   There was a town within a short taxi ride where restaurants and a variety of shops were available.


On the way from the airport to our room, I spotted what looked like a general store and I had the taxi driver stop.  Leaving Karl in the car, I went shopping for a few items, including two 50 foot packages of clothesline, some heavy leather work gloves, size large,  and a package of old fashioned wooden clothes pins - the spring loaded type - that just leaped out at me.  Back to the taxi, and off to the room.

Once we were settled in, I told Karl that he'd been quite uptight lately due to his work situation (the impending Brexit vote in England was very worrisome to his business at that time), and it was time to forget about all that for a week and concentrate on me.  Serving me.  Worshipping me.  Obeying me.  Surrendering his mind and body to me.  Just a few things like that, and I had no doubt that he'd feel much less uptight, though there might be a different form of  - shall we say - "stress" involved.  The bulge in his pants told me that he wasn't thinking about work any more.  Silly boy.  There would be work involved, but of a different sort than found in his office.


I had him strip and put on the gloves I'd bought.  I knew we'd be going to the beach or into town during our stay, and the gloves would prevent the rope from causing too much visible damage.  Then I unpacked the rope, cut it into various lengths with a kitchen knife, and  tied his hands behind his back.  Another piece of rope went around his cock and balls, and when pulled backwards through his ass crack, tied to the rope encircling his hands.  Another length of rope from his wrists backwards to a closet door knob, and a final length from his cock and ball rope forward to one of the legs on the upright dresser, pulled tautly, so that he was standing between the door knob and the dresser with very little wiggle room, backwards or forward.  A snug little package, made complete with a clothes pin on each nipple.  One final touch, a pillow case twisted into a ribbon of sorts, and used as a very effective blindfold.


I liked what I saw.  It was definitely fun using my beloved ropes once again.   "Now, Karl, I'll be off to the beach for a while to start my tan and take a dip in the water.  You'll relax here in the room, and work on a special vacation poem for me.  Two stanzas, four lines each, rhyming line one and three and line two and four on each stanza.  The subject will be the joy of licking the ocean salt from my feet, legs and ass.  Be prepared to recite it perfectly when I return.  You know I get upset if you make any mistakes."

I then proceeded to strip and change into my bathing suit, knowing Karl would be aroused by the sound of my bra, skirt and panties being removed.   I rubbed the panties over his face for ten or fifteen seconds, and put the crotch end into his mouth, letting the rest of the panty drape down over his chin.  "Don't drop my panty, Karl, or I'll find a good use for your belt when I return." I then described how nicely my new bathing suit fit, a skimpy two piece with lots of cleavage.  "Now relax and have a good time while I'm gone.  There's really nothing to think about except your poem.  We're on vacation!"  I gave the clothes pins a series of twists, grabbed his bulging cock and rubbed it up and down for ten seconds, and went on my merry way.


More to come soon.