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sub4couples -> BDSM beach part 1 (2/24/2011 1:53:37 AM)
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Bdsm at the beach
Mark had loved the seaside ever since the schoolboy adventures he’d enjoyed there with his parent’s. The Kursal as it was then, the penny arcades, crabbing under the pier, happy, happy days. . He’d never been tempted by Spain, or Greece, Just give him a proper British seaside town with union jack flags, kiss me quick hats, ice cream, and candy floss. Winter or summer, rain or shine he loved to just sit watching the world go by.
So it was no surprise to family and friends that after retiring last year he’d upped sticks and moved to the coast. At fifty four he was still quite young to retire, but the opportunity arose and he grabbed it with both hands.
Today the beach was quiet. Except for a few scattered fisherman, regular walkers, and occasional jogger he had it more or less to himself. The couple
He noticed the couple because they looked out of place? The man was tall perfectly groomed in a white shirt, charcoal grey suit and incredibly shiny shoes.
The woman also had the air of the professional about her. She too was tall, but had a little help from a pair of shoes sporting what looked like six inch steel spikes instead of heels, not really the best footwear for the beach.
She however was a little more casual. Wearing a simple black mini dress that clung to her body like latex, and with long black stocking sheathed legs of the kind fantasies are made. Long dark hair hung curtain straight over her shoulders where it seemed to change colour depending on the light.
One moment raven black and the next a deep auburn. Even her make-up was perfect. Her beautifully outlined eyes, with eyelashes too long to be real, and bright cherry red lips that seemed to shout “Kiss me if you dare” but still she had that casual look. as if looking like that just came naturally to her.
Seeing Mark looking at them they stopped and spoke for a moment, then turned and walked towards him
Reaching his bench they sat on either side of him.
“You were watching us, why”?
“I wasn’t I assure you. I was watching the boats”.
“Oh we don’t mind. We just wondered why you were interested in us. We’ve seen you here before you see, quite a lot actually”. It was the woman; her voice was firmer, more questioning.
“I come here quite a lot. I’m retired, and like the beach”.
Resting her hand on his thigh the woman whispered in his ear.
“Let's not drag this out. If you look at my boyfriends hand you will see a knife. And if you don’t do exactly as we tell you he will stab you”. Her warm breath on his cheek smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, and her perfume heady.
Brushing what felt like greasy heavily painted lips over his cheek she whispered in his ear.
“We have a beach hut over there” She pointed, “It’s the blue one with the green flag. That’s where were going.
Me first, then you, and then Gussy. And if we even think you’re going to try and run Gussy will stab you Ok? Good, let’s go”.
Getting up she led the way across the grass to where their beach hut stood facing the sea. The door had been left open and he followed her inside. “Sit there” She pointed at a chair standing against the back wall”.
“Look I’m sorry if I offended you in some way but”. And that was as far as he got.
“I told you to sit, so sit”.
He was actually glad to sit down. His legs were shaking so badly he was in danger of falling.
“Close your eyes”
“Look please”
“Close them” she sounded angry, so he closed his eyes. He felt them take a hand each, and a moment later steel manacles closed around his wrists.
"Ok you can open them now”. And as he did they were lifting his arms using two short lengths of chain that they snap locked to rings bolted to a steel beam running the length of the wall behind him just above shoulder height.
Arms outstretched he looked like a crucified man, which in fact he was.
The man who’d said nothing since the bench turned on an overhead light before closing and locking the door, and then quite bizarrely clapped his hands saying, “Tea I think.”
The woman nodded, and touching Marks mouth enquired in a quite frightening little girl voice. “Should I gag him Daddy?
“No need darling, I finished the soundproofing last week. You could fire a gun in here and no one would hear”.
Lighting a cigarette the woman looked at him. And still using the childish voice stroked his head. “Were going to kill you you know? Not today, probably not tomorrow, but we will, it’s what we do”.
Mark stared at her. “Ok you’ve had your fun and I said I’m sorry, but you’re going too far now. I’m sorry if I upset you but I think you’d better let me go now”.
“Teas up” from the man.
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