TROPICAL VACATION: PATTERNS

After a successful first day and night, I awoke fresh and hungry.  I sent Karl off to the town to stock up on breakfast and lunch items, as well as munchies.  We needed a stocked refrigerator so that he could make my usual breakfast each day, and a light lunch was always a good idea.  A quick phone call to the front desk revealed that wine could be purchased at the grocery store, so that was added to the list, as was another pack of rope.  My bondage instinct had been aroused the first day, and I was hungry for more.  No sense running out of rope.


"Don't tarry, Karl, and remember that you're on the honor system for the entire vacation, so behave yourself.  Oh, and pick up a local paper and any "attraction" brochures they might have on display.  If you can get back here within the hour, I might have a special treat for you.  My nipples could use some sucking."  I knew there was no way he'd be back that soon, but a little encouragement was a good way to get him hopping to it, and some fuel for his imagination was always fun.  As was his potential frustration.


Well, an hour and a half later Karl returned, apologized for taking so long, and set about putting everything away.  I had him remove his clothes - having a naked sub serving you breakfast is something every woman should see to - and then he quickly started fixing my breakfast .  Coffee, a small orange juice, two eggs, two slices of buttered toast, sausage and a slice of melon.  No mention of anything for him, and he was too well trained to ask.  However, he knew I'd never eat all of that, so he clearly had hopes for leftovers.  No nipples, however.


After my breakfast was on the table, I had Karl get into footstool position - he knew it well - and I had a perfectly prepared meal with my feet propped on his back, as I perused the newspaper and browsed through the brochures.  Oh yes, I had tied his balls with a length of rope, the other end of which I tied around one of my ankles so that any twitch or jerk of my foot would be very noticeable to him.  I didn't want him to think he was being completely ignored, you know.


I suppose we stayed like that for about an hour, after which I took the rope off of my ankle, placed my plate on the floor and let Karl partake of the leftovers: one piece of toast, one link of sausage, and nearly all of the melon.  His patience had paid off, not that he'd had any choice.  Then I tied the previous ankle part of the rope to his wrists - leaving about a foot of "play" between his balls and his hands - and told him to clean everything up.  It was definitely fun watching that.


So that became the general pattern of each morning for the remainder of the vacation, minus the taxi ride into town, as Karl had planned well and the larder was properly stocked for the week.  After breakfast, I initiated the next daily pattern by having Karl put on his shorts, t-shirt and shoes, and I did the same as we prepared for an after breakfast hike around the area of our resort.  I was used to working out, and it wouldn't hurt Karl to work up a sweat, so we walked briskly each day all over the place, Karl keeping discreetly a few steps behind.  We both got into it, and it felt good to see Karl enjoying the outdoors instead of fretting over work.


Back to the room where we took a quick shower and got into our bathing suits for a dip in the sea.  I had Karl rub suntan lotion over my body - his cock very happy and at full attention - and I did the same for him, and off we went to the beach.  There were quite a few couples enjoying the sun and surf, but we managed to find a nice palapa and beach chairs and we settled in.  The blue sky and the beautiful turquoise water were irresistible, and the morning became afternoon until we headed back to the room.


Yet another pattern was reinforced as I had Karl repeat his salt/sand licking of the previous day, this time with the grand finale of my orgasm  being induced by his tongue on and in my ass - more frenzy on his part - and I was left drained and ready for a nap.  Karl's pre-cum was, shall we say, copious, and his swollen cock was just begging for relief.  He gave me a pleading look with "puppy dog" eyes, and who could resist that?  Well, I could, of course, and I had him fetch me the rope.


More to come.