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BY THE SEA
[This is a story partly autobiographical but also to portray what for
me would be the ideal D/s relationship.]
In their run-of-the-mill, everyday lives, the couple appeared to all
outward appearances as a rather boringly typical pair--committed to one
another, each with a career, saddled with expenses and
responsibilities, and in all other respects just like any number of
"normal" spouses.
What was not observable from the outside was the intense interior life
the pair led in addition to the realities of making a living, paying
bills, and meeting all the other mundane demands of life.
On vacation, with two weeks at the beach, wife and husband looked
forward to opportunities there to live out the Dominant/submissive
lifestyle that had led them originally to find each other and was now a
powerful part of the glue that kept them together. She found in the
power he ceded to her confirmation of her strength and provider of a
sense of safety in control that was of particular importance to her due
to events in her past. In an identical way, but by opposite means, he
experienced wonderful satisfaction of his need for felt safety and
loving acceptance in the loving and affirming domination, subjugation,
and humiliation he found at her feet in ways not attainable elsewhere
or with any other person.
Both were to some extent products of their past, but they were
individuals who had taken hurt and loss and together turned dealing
them into great sources of happiness and security. Both deeply loved
and appreciated the other, and both had utter respect for what each
needed and what each brought to the success which their relationship
enjoyed on every level.
On this vacation they had found a nice housekeeping cottage on a
private beach of the Gulf of Mexico at a price they could, with a
stretch, afford. There was warmth, abundant sunshine, and deep blue
water mixed with the white of surf and sand. The couple had brought
with them the love they had for one another and the excitement of
anticipating the ways in which D/s would play out for them in the next
several days. A part of their luggage included a number of items and
toys useful in that play.
After a first day of settling in and another of strolling, shopping,
and enjoying the small, somewhat touristy village a few miles away,
they were ready for some times of enjoying one another in their special
way.
The third morning of their vacation found her awake a bit before him,
and he awoke to the smell of coffee and the sight of her in cutoffs, a
lime green tube top, ankle socks, and tennies. Blond (with some help
from chemistry), she had cool gray eyes and a figure kept slim by
eating wisely and exercising actively. Both had retarded the advance of
middle age by working hard at doing so.
He smiled at her as he caught her eye, and they wordlessly reaffirmed
all they meant to one another. She brought him coffee and bent over to
kiss him, driving her tongue into his mouth. His cock, already
stirring, became hard, and a part of his mind reflected on his wife's
ability to excite him despite their long time together. A wisp of
Shakespeare spoke in his head: "age cannot wither nor custom stale her
infinite variety."
Giving him another kiss and a playful grab at his cock, she said,
"Down, boy! We have the whole day ahead of us."
He got out of bed and moved towards the open suitcase. (They had not
yet bothered putting clothes in drawers.) She spoke with a delightful
hint of sharpness, "You stay naked for now, sissy."
"Yes, Mistress," he quickly replied, slipping easily and with delight
into submission to her.
They ate together, enjoying the food she prepared and the beauty of the
day outside. Sun streamed through the dining nook windows and they
could hear, smell, and see the Gulf. Gulls swooped and screamed, and
the brightness of the sun on the white sand was brilliant and
beautiful.
"OK, sissy, clean up," she directed as she got up from the table, and
he obediently transferred the breakfast things to the sink and began to
run water. "Ooooooooh, you are such a little cutie," she whispered in
his ear, coming up behind him and surrounding him with her arms.
His cock again lengthened and he gave a little moan as she pushed her
jean-covered front against him and he moved his bare ass back to meet
her.
"Such a little slut!" she observed.
"Yes, Mistress, your slut," he responded with a happy smile.
"You know it, babe!" she replied. "When the dishes are done, put on the
pretty clothes I've laid out for you on the bed, and meet me on the
patio.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied with eagerness and excitement.
He worked quickly but did a good job on the dishes, eager to be with
her but also eager to please her and perform well whatever she
commanded. In the bedroom, he found a bright yellow thong and a long
white silky tee shirt with the words "Loves to Play" lettered on the
front. After drawing the thong on over his thrusting penis, he shivered
a little as the silky tee settled over his body and caressed his chest.
It was long and fell to about mid thigh.
While dressing, he heard his Lady come in to use the bathroom.
Stepping out on the patio, he felt the wonderful warmth of the sun
reflecting off sea and sand and blinked at its brightness as he saw her
at a table under an umbrella. She was leafing through a magazine and
had her legs crossed. He thought to himself how wonderful she was, how
lucky he was to have found her, and how much he loved to please and
excite her.
Approaching her, he knelt at her feet, the tee drawing up to show a bit
of the yellow thong. The shirt was tented in the middle a result of his
penis, erect in the presence of his Mistress.
Looking down, she laughed and observed how hard his "little clitty"
was, the result, she added, no doubt of his joy in wearing such "pretty
clothes."
He felt himself blushing as he quickly agreed and added, "Thank you,
Mistress, for giving me such pretty clothes to wear.
"You're welcome, sweetie" came her warm and loving reply. Then came an
order: "Get me a tall iced tea, sissy."
Holding up the bottom of his tee and giving his Mistress a curtsey,
knowing how ridiculous he must look doing it, he moved off to obey.
"Walk like the silly little sissy you are!" came her sharp command, and
he minced his way to the cabin, hearing her giggle as he did so.
Quickly returning with the same mincing gait, he set the iced tea down
on the table next to his Mistress and again curtseyed.
"Thank you, pet," she said and directed him to sit at her feet. He was
grateful since kneeling on the brick-surfaced patio was quite painful,
and he contentedly rested against her bare legs and watched the lovely
sea as she drank her tea and continued to read her magazine.
After ten or fifteen minutes, she ordered him to refill her tea and to
bring his nail polish back with it. He brought both the tea and the two
shades of polish she allowed him to wear--hot slut pink and a softer
sissy pink. She directed him to put the sissy pink, on his finger and
toe nails. He very carefully applied the polish, first to his toenails.
Seeking his bare feet adorned with the girlish nail polish led to the
same thrill it always did. She helped him apply the polish to the nails
on his right hand and complimented him on the job he had done.
"What a pretty little sissy boy with his pretty hands and toes," she
smiled as he stood in front of her dressed in the feminine tee and
thong wearing the pink polish. He glowed under her praise even as he
felt the embarrassment of his cross-dressed state and pretty pink
nails.
He resumed his position at her feet. He wished she was wearing sandals
and no socks since he loved to look (and more than look when she
allowed) at her pretty bare feet.
Eventually she ordered yet a third iced tea, and this time she told him
to take off his thong and "prance, little pony," on his way to get it.
Both enjoyed ponyplay, and he brought his thighs up high, at a right
angle to the ground, prancing for his Mistress. His cock flopped
against his thighs and his balls bounced as he moved, and he knew how
very foolish he must look.
Once more at her feet, where he knew he belonged, he moved into a sort
of dreamy, relaxed, and happy state and was not thinking much about
what, exactly, she had in mind for the day. He loved her to make those
decisions, with him obeying to the absolute best of his ability. It was
so easy (and so unlike the job he worked at home) not to have to make
decisions but to trust totally in this woman he loved so much and obey
her as perfectly as he could.
Her voice interrupted his reverie as she tossed the magazine onto the
table, "It's time, little sissy." Time for what, he wondered, and the
excitement began to build.
She got up and kicked off her cutoffs. She certainly had all his
attention as he looked hungrily on the simple white cotton panties she
wore, especially at their center, where there was a mound, hinting at
what lay beneath. She also took her shoes and socks off, allowing him
to see her beautiful feet and toes to which he had carefully applied
polish a few days ago.
As he sat back on his haunches and looked at her with excitement and
anticipation, she ordered him to pull his tee up. Without rising, he
obeyed, and his cock, freed from its the barely-covering cloth, stuck
out from his body.
"Hmmmmmmm, my little sissy is eager," she observed with a smile. If he
had a tail, it would have been wagging.
She removed her panties and handed them to him. He gazed hungrily at
his wife's shaved pussy lips, the delicate vertical smile at which he
had worshipped so often and which he never grew tired of. She ran her
finger briefly along the length of her lips. Pointing to the panties he
was holding, "In your mouth," she commanded, and he placed the crotch
of the panties in his mouth. Their eyes met briefly, and reaffirmed was
both the love and the lust that mingled and electrified times like
this.
Moving off the deck and onto the sand and planting her feet about two
feet apart, she gracefully lowered her body so that her pussy was about
a foot off the sand. She beckoned him with a crooked finger, and he,
her panties dangling from his mouth, his cock hard against his belly,
and his balls hanging down, crawled to a point just inches from her
lovely muff. How beautiful she was as his gaze traveled from her
smiling face; down to her pert breasts with, he noted, nipples erect
against the tight tube top; to her shaved pubes. He looked again with
longing at her pussylips, hoping to be allowed to worship her there and
smell and taste the woman-ness of her. He still was puzzled as to her
intentions.
"Hold the pretty panties here," she directed him, to a spot immediately
beneath her slit, and he immediately did so. "Don't miss any!" she
spoke sharply and then, closing her eyes and making a little moan,
began to urinate.
[There is more if anyone would like to read "the rest of the story."]
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