Ocean Crossing
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Ocean Friends Part I
By alexis brooks
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'The smell of the ocean would do me good,' he thought to
himself.
His job had kept him very busy for the past three months.
Not one weekend without some sort of appearance,
performance, or mass of paperwork. This change of scenery
would be the first for him since almost Christmas. It was
the best chance he had at relaxing in a long time.
Traffic was light that afternoon. Or at the very least,
light for summer beach standards. The sun shone brightly
through the unusually blue sky. It was mid-June and the sky
usually was coated with a milky haze. Not today. Just a few
small white puffs were off in the distance. Of course, by
being at the oceanfront, there were the obvious tourists,
running from one side of the street to the other with all
sorts of beach chairs, sand buckets, large bags, and body
boards. Most of the locals always 'boarded' farther south
on the beach. This would afford them the luxury of being
far enough away from the tourists that they could enjoy the
sound of the ocean without hearing the parents scream for
their children or listening to the traffic hurry down the
avenue.
Then... there... just in front of him, as he stopped at a
light, was the best reason to come to the beach... the
bikini! She stood 5'8" tall with long blond hair. She was
not a Goddess to most, as her weight and form were never
going to grace the cover of any magazine. That was not the
type of woman that interested him. She was plump in all of
the right places. He was not a butt-man or a leg-man. His
main desire was the breast. And to put it simply, this
woman was very well stacked in that department. This was a
woman that would not break in half under the rigors of sex.
Her form wiggled past his bumper from left to right with
just a slight jiggle as she jumped on to the curve, causing
those same plentiful breasts to sway gently. This made the
traffic worth the effort.
He pulled into the parking lot of a favorite spot on the
oceanfront and stopped his car in the usual spot. He had
come here many times in his past as part of his ritual for
visiting the beach. It was a great place to have breakfast
and watch the well-toned trophy wives of the richer aspects
of society make their way to the pool and eventually to the
beach itself. However, today he was not there for just
that. His late breakfast was also serving as a meeting
point for someone he had met online. Although they had only
talked a few times, she had been very pleasant to talk to.
She had never really gotten into deep conversations with
him, but he could tell that there was an abundant sexuality
about her. Her words always seemed to grasp him and fill
him with fire. For this reason alone, he had to meet her.
Doris, his "usual" waitress, came to take his order just a
little after his arrival. He informed her that he was going
to wait as he was meeting someone and wanted to put the
orders in at the same time. There seemed to be an abundance
of women at the pool this morning, so his wait wasn't
completely without distraction. Doris' voice startled him
back to reality asking for his order. He was about to
answer when a voice came from over his shoulder.
"He will just be having some milk today," the voice said
warmly.
Her voice was firm, yet had a little playfulness with the
end of the statement. The waitress simply smiled and turned
to leave the two new friends. He turned towards the voice
and came to meet her warm and gazing eyes. She was dressed
in a very sheer drape, under which was a one-piece bathing
suit, which seemed to be made of a shiny black material. A
pair of black leather sandals fit her feet perfectly.
"Hi, I am your new friend, Jessica." she said in a low and
sultry voice.
"Hello," he replied almost choking on his words.
The two sat and talked for almost 15 minutes about nothing
in particular, just making small talk. That's when she made
her move.
"So which one of the women out here do you find the most
appealing?"
"I have had my eye on the blonde laying on the lounge next
to the base of the stairs."
"Why so?"
"She has rolled over a few times and seems to have a
perfect tan. As well, she seems to always lay with her legs
spread, as if her ankles were tied to the ends of the
lounge. Instead of her head lying to one side, it always
seems to be perfectly straight down as if there were a hole
in the chair. On the way in here this morning, I passed her
in the lobby and she seemed to have a few marks on her
wrists and neck that seemed to be from a constriction of
leather or rubber, not rope. Besides that, she has refused
to look every woman who has approached her this morning in
the eye. She has always kept her eyes, and when possible
her head, lowered. Interesting poses for someone who is on
a relaxing vacation."
"Hmmmm. I didn't notice that. Why does that interest you?"
"I am guessing that she probably has some training in the
arts of the scene and that her Dom or Domme is watching her
right now. I am guessing that it is part of some
'humiliation' scene or as a test to see how far she is
willing to go in public."
"Very interesting. And you have figured all of this out
while sitting here for 15 minutes this morning?"
"Yepper. Kinda hard not to notice her in comparison to all
of the other women by the pool."
"Okay then. What do you notice about me?"
"A subdued sexuality that is begging to come out and
scream. Otherwise you wouldn't be wearing that drape, you
would just simply be down here in a rubber bathing suit.
This also means that you want attention, but not everyone's
attention. Just the attention of those persons who might
understand the meaning of your dress."
"And what is that meaning, pray tell?"
"That you are in the scene and have a discretion enough not
to be a target for the fearful. Yet you have a desire about
you that cannot be stopped, it can only hoped to be
contained."
She stared into his eyes, licking her lips gently and
sensuously. He just stared right back. His eyes did not
waiver from hers, but his peripheral vision did notice the
gentle movements of her tongue.
"So from what you can tell about me, would you say that I
am a sub or a Domme?"
"I would say that you are a switch. You like having a man
control you at times, but at others, you like to have
control of men and women to pleasure you."
"How would you know this?"
"Well, it's a guess. But I would have to say from your
outfit, that you are sub to man. He enjoys you being his
eye candy and his 'slut'. However, from your eyes,
questions, and outfit, you like to impress women through
your power as well."
"Okay. That is very interesting. Are you trying to say that
you find my rubber impressive?"
"Yes, I do. It is not a usual material for a bathing suit.
At least not here and with this class of people. But I do
like it. Rubber has such a wonderful sensuality to it. It
almost lets everyone around you know exactly what you look
like without the suit on. Almost. It keeps a little to the
imagination of the vanilla world."
"I have more than just this. But I thought it the only
thing appropriate to wear to breakfast. The rest of my
outfits are 'main course' kinda deals. I am sure that your
mind could make a great deal out of them."
"I can only imagine."
"Well, I am going to go back to my room. I need to relax a
little more before things get busy for me today. I am going
to go for a swim and then I will be in my room. You are
more than welcome to join me in an hour or so. I am in room
1400 at the North End Sheraton. This key will get you into
the left door in the hallway. I will join you there about
noon. When you come in, make yourself a drink and just
relax. And remember, no need for breakfast. Okay?"
"Thank you. I will see you there."
As she strode away, she kissed him on the cheek and left
through the door to the pool. He watched her wrap blow
about her in the breeze on the pool deck. She approached
the blonde that they had discussed earlier. The girl
immediately sat up on the lounge and looked at the woman
directly. Her back was a straight as an arrow and her hands
had melted to her sides. The woman gently bent down to the
girl and kissed her on the lips. The girl seemed to wilt a
little and then rose back up. The Woman said something to
her and rose from the lounge. The girl quickly fell into
place behind Jessica with everyone at poolside watching. He
quickly paid for his glass of milk at the counter and
handed the money to Doris.
"Kind of a dominant one isn't she?"
He kinda smirked and said, "I don't know. Maybe."
He made his way north up the beach to a plush yet
conservative hotel on the beach's north end. As traffic got
lighter, he knew that his destination was coming up soon.
This part of the beach narrowed quite a bit and the old
highway was still intact, looking almost identical, as it
had been in the 1950's. On the right side, a massive hotel
rose out of the sand dunes. The hotel had recently been
through a massive renovation and now had a new parking
garage.
He found a spot on the fourth floor and took his time
walking inside. The interior of the hotel was new and
sparkling. He walked down the restaurant and walked around
the pool deck. The women here were just as perfect as the
large crystal blue water of the pool. It had always seemed
quizzical to him having a pool this large so close to the
Ocean. Wasn't the purpose of coming to the beach to go and
play in the surf? Couldn't you swim in a pool at home?
Nonetheless, he kept on walking around the deck and
detailing each of the women and their suits through his
reflective sunglasses. Nowhere did he see Jessica or the
girl from the other pool. He grabbed a lounge near the
corner of the deck so that he could inconspicuously watch
the action without being spotted. There were benefits of
being a beach kid. You just figured out how to watch people
in skimpy outfits without being labeled as a pervert.
After about fifteen minutes of people watching, he made his
way back into the hotel itself and found an empty elevator.
On the keypad of the elevator there was no number 14 to
push. There was a number and a vertical slot to its left.
He took out the key that Jessica gave to him and slid it
into the slot. The elevator slowly lifted and climbed
through the twelfth floor. The number "14" appeared in the
display and the doors slowly opened. In front of him were
two sets of doors, 1400 and 1401. Each room number had a
door to the left and the right. He remembered her words and
slid the key into the leftmost door with 1400 on its
placard.
A small click was heard and a green light showed on the
doors locking plate. He opened the door and found the room
to be dark. He fumbled for a light switch as the door shut
blocking out all light in the room. He finally found the
switch and the room illuminated to find a plush room with a
bedroom at the other end. In the first room, a wetbar was
on the right side with a thick leather sofa in the center
and an entertainment center on the right wall. He walked
through the first room to find the bedroom with a king
sized bed and a large balcony opening to the ocean. There
were floor to ceiling windows so that there were no
obstructions to the view. This room was the nicest he had
ever been in.
His stomach started to growl while he looked over the
ocean, reminding him of just how empty his stomach really
was. Yet, he remembered her words about no breakfast. He
slipped back to the front room and poured himself a rum and
coke. His first instincts were to fix himself a long-island
iced tea but he figured that might make him too drunk on an
empty stomach to be a gentleman to such a beautiful woman.
He took a seat on the sofa and clicked on the TV.
He felt a great relaxation wash over him and his eyes
became heavy. He was really quite calm despite the
nervousness of an hour ago. He switched TV channels and
found something of interest. A very attractive brunette was
dominating a rubber covered blonde, who happened to be
strapped down to a leather covered table by several thick
straps at key points. Just as the woman began to unsheathe
the blonde's breasts, he eyes fell again.
"Damn it, need to stay awake for this."
No use. He was asleep.
He awoke a little groggy and light-headed. He was now
completely vertical and could feel something funny over his
feet. It wasn't a blanket per se, but it did keep him warm.
He went to open his eyes to look around and found a
blackness to the room. The room was completely dark. His
hands instinctively went to wipe his eyes, but he found
that he couldn't move them at all.
He then tried to rise up and found the same problem, no
movement possible. He began to panic but found his
breathing to be regulated. He could hear a clicking just in
front of his face. That was when he noticed the object in
his mouth. It was large, round, soft, and somewhat pliable.
However, it could not be forced out of his mouth as his
tongue was pinned by the object to the floor of his mouth.
He attempted to move his head around, but found the
familiar pinnings of a posture collar at the corners of his
jaw.
His entire body seemed to be covered in some type of
binding. His fingers could not feel each other, but at
least they had a little bit of movement. His balls seemed
to be pulled away from his body and separated. He couldn't
tell if it was rubber or leather but he knew that something
was spreading him apart. The shaft of his cock was encased
in something that was pliable and was held upright. The two
of these sensations combined gave him a feeling of
displacement, as he could not tell how he was restrained.
As well as being blinded, he couldn't hear anything. The
room was painfully quiet. Every movement he made seemed to
cause no sound. This was very unusual.
He tried to retrace his steps to figure out how he got
here. He remembered the breakfast "milk". That couldn't
have been tainted. He remembered the drive to the hotel,
the pool deck, the elevator. Nothing out of the ordinary.
No peculiar smells or odors. The walk out on the deck, TV,
the drink. Oh, the drink. That had to be it. Who ever had
done this, must have coated his glass with some kind of
sedative. And it had worked.
Then it hit him. Music came blaring through his ears. The
jolt from the silence was abrupt. Whatever was on his head,
must have had speakers built in. Some sort of loud rock
tune was deafening him. He almost had drifted off to sleep
several times, but the music always woke him back up. If
this was kept up all night, there would be no way for him
to get any sleep. The music was playing for almost 45
minutes before anything new had happened. Just as he
thought that he could take no more, the music abruptly
stopped in mid phrase. The unexpected noise still echoing
in his ears was almost as loud as the music itself.
Just as the music had faded to a deafening silence, he felt
a pair of lips on his left nipple. Then came a pair of lips
on his right nipple. Hands began to roam about the covering
on his body. All he could feel was faint sensations, but
the nipples seemed to have no covering between them and the
lips. His cock seemed to enlarge instantly to its full
size. Then just as suddenly as the lips appeared, the lips
stopped. A click was heard in his ears and he prepared
himself for more music. The music never came. Instead, a
voice from earlier in the day was heard through the
headphones.
"Hello slave. This is Mistress Jessica. I will be
controlling you for the next few moments of your life. You
have no choice but to trust me. I am in complete control of
you and your bodily functions. You can choose to enjoy my
torments or you can elect to hate them. It won't concern me
either way. You chose to be here and you chose to drink.
Next time, make sure the glasses are clean. Now, you will
stay this way until I desire to change you. I control just
about every aspect of your existence, from your breathing
to your stool functions to your sexual arousal. You will
come to learn many new things about yourself. I will turn
you inside out and allow you to experience things you have
always dreamed of. Should you displease me, the punishments
shall be severe."
"I love pleasure. I love giving pleasure." As he hears
this, a warm sheathe slid down his shaft. "I can make you
see stars or I can turn them off. It's up to you."
What he guesses is a mouth moves faster and faster on his
shaft working him into a great frenzy.
"I can tell that you like one of my other sluts. What a
wonderful mouth! I can tell that you are enjoying it as
well."
The mouth works quickly to make him hard and on the edge of
orgasm. He tries to whimper, but only a soft moan can be
heard outside of his 'cell'.
"Oh, are you ready to come for Me, slut? Well that will
only happen after I have had a chance to torture you some
more." With those words, the mouth ceases and disappears.
"Let me tell you how you got here. I am sure that you have
the time."
"This afternoon, you came into my suite and made yourself a
drink at the bar. What you didn't know was that all of the
glasses were coated with a sedative. The sedative is very
powerful and is currently hooked up to your left arm.
Should I need you to be still or sleep, I can turn a little
knob and out you go. I don't suggest that you make me
angry.
"Anyway, once you were asleep my slut and I placed you onto
the floor and removed all of your hair, beard, body, pubic
and all. Your hair on your head and your eyebrows are still
there, don't worry. Once this was completed. A very thick,
and expensive, moisturizer was applied all over you body
and you were allowed to dry. We toweled off the excess and
then prepped your body internally. This was specifically
why you were not allowed breakfast this morning.
"You have been given two enemas to clean your insides out.
The enema system is still inside you. There are two bottles
hooked up to the system. One is a bottle of wine and the
other is a bottle of champagne. Both will make you VERY
drunk. But one of them produces a very curious effect on
the insides of the body.
"Your cock has an external sheathe so that you may urinate
at your leisure. Your helmet has a feeding tube that goes
past your tongue so that you may be fed without tasting
what is being fed to you. The head of this tube cannot be
compressed and is large enough to get many things past your
teeth. There is also a plug that can be inserted into the
head of the tube to shut off breathing through your mouth.
I can also fit an inflatable gag through this plug to make
sure that NO sound emanates from skull. Your nose has tubes
for breathing that can be closed at my whim.
"As you already know, your ears have been plugged and you
now have headphones glued into your ears. Yes, glued. I
want to make sure that you hear nothing that I don't want
you to hear. Your entire body is sheathed in a wrapping
that will compress your body as heat is added, giving you a
wonderful shape training. Finally, your limbs are
restrained to the corners of the frame so that you cannot
grab anything.
"Two neat little things about this setup:
"Should you anger me or need punishment, the end of the
catheter can be routed back to your feeding tube.
"I have a neat little mask that can be fitted over your
helmet to make your face, and in particular your mouth,
appear to be a pussy.
"I will tell you more about your setup as we go along. Now,
we are going to go out for dinner. There will be someone in
the next room. If you get into trouble, press the button
under your right thumb and they will cut you out, remove
all of the tubing, and then they will knock you back out
through the IV in your arm. Then when I return, we will
discuss it. I will make my decision at that time whether
you are to be dismissed or not. I am going to fit you with
several things before I leave. Enjoy your evening, slut."
With that he felt several things being fitted about his
hands, knees, and something compresses his head and then
covers his mouth. The final feelings he has are something
compressing his cock.
"Oh, by the way. I put the pussy mask on your head and two
more on each of your hands. The sheathe on your cock will
have a delicious effect on you. And trust Me, I won't miss
a thing even though I am not here. Bye, my sweet slut."
The speakers change from Her sweet voice to white noise...
static. He then feels his eyes go heavy and he is out cold
again.
With the addition of the helmet, the tubing, the
headphones, and the IV, all sense of time had been lost. It
could have been a couple of hours, it could have been a
couple of days since he was ensnared by Her. He couldn't
figure out what time it was or hear the ocean only mere
feet from his body. The noise had stopped.
'Hey wait a sec. I am thinking. I must be awake,' he
thought to himself.
As if on cue, the music came screaming through his ears.
"Erotica" by Madonna was blaring his consciousness back to
the front. It was just about then, that he felt some hands
running over his body. Something was being placed over his
nipples. He felt something cold that began to warm quickly.
They pushed the covering down onto his chest firmly. His
chest felt funny, like there was a weight on both sides of
his chest, directly over his nipples.
"Did she place fake breasts on me?" he asked himself.
A few minutes had passed and the hands had disappeared.
He felt two hands grab the sides of his head and tilt it
backwards. His cock began to vibrate and someone began to
tongue his balls, still spread. Just about the time he
began to moan. Something jilted the mask and it began to
wiggle side to side. The object came to rest on his tongue
and continued down his throat. He thought that it might be
another medical device, but it was very warm. It filled his
throat completely and then it retracted. It repeated this
process several times. He finally figured that someone was
fucking the pussy on his face. There was a cock in his
mouth!!
The cock continued fucking his face and instinctively his
tongue rose to meet the shaft as if there needed to be some
more sensation for the cock to enjoy. The vibration on his
own cock ceased and was replaced with a very hot mouth. It
only lasted what seemed like a few seconds but was probably
a few minutes. It then was replaced by someone sitting
their pussy down on his shaft. The cock in his "pussy"
began to twitch and he felt his chest being slapped. The
hot cream blasted into the back of his throat and slowly
slid down to his belly. Just as the last load hit his
"pussy," he exploded into the pussy riding him.
He saw stars and couldn't believe how much this had turned
him on. Being the object of a couple had been a dream of
his for a long time. That was when the lights went out
again. He found a deep sleep for the third time today. If
it was the same day.
He awoke to the Sunday morning edition of Sports Center,
sitting on the leather sofa in the first room, holding a
glass of coke. He just kinda stared at the glass, unsure as
to whether or not to drink. Just as he put the glass to his
lips and started to drink, Jessica appeared to his left. He
nearly jumped off of the sofa when he saw her.
"Now that's the first time someone has jumped upon seeing
me." He just stared back at her.
"Well, I will wind things up for the moment with a gift.
You came to us with a fantasy and we made it happen. You
have had your dream. You now have to pay the price for your
dream. You will be our beach slave. You will do as we say
and meet with whomever we wish, ourselves included. This
will be the most unreal summer of your life. Just so that
you know how serious I am, here is a copy of videotape. You
may take it home and view it just so you know I am for
real. Should you not follow through on your 'repayment' of
your fantasy, I will mail this tape of you and your 'pussy'
to a certain friend of mine. They would be very interested
in seeing this.
"Now, on your way. I have several friends to meet with
tonight. You will be staying in room 1200 until Tuesday
morning. You will need no clothes and you may order room
service for food. You may visit the pool as often as you
would like. When I need you and your 'pussy' I will be in
touch."
And with that he walks to his new home for the next few
days.
"God, am I hungry."
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