Sand

Source: journey into submission

Perhaps two hours had passed since Mr Stern had neatly and ruthlessly removed my bra on the front porch of our vacation house. Jason and Rachel had arrived, general catching-up and embracing had ensued, and a decision was made to venture out onto the beach in the early evening light.

In my imagination, we looked like a trail of ants walking single-file down the path to the beach. Alexa, Mr Stern, Chloe, Curtis, me, Julie, Rachel, and Jason. Three boys and five girls chatting, giggling, and prancing towards the cool water of the Pacific Ocean.

As we stepped off the rocks and neared the softer sand Mr Stern and Alexa stopped to take their shoes off. I had ended up carrying Alexa’s canvas bag over my shoulder for some reason and offered it as a place to put their shoes.

“I’ll carry them if you want,” I insisted.

“Are you sure?” Alexa asked sweetly.

I held the bag open and nodded. Mr Stern put his shoes in.

“Thank you, slut,” he said, encouraging Alexa to drop hers in too.

“It’s what I do. It’s a Mama thing,” I said to Alexa.

Mr Stern’s hand was tangled in my ponytail before I could blink. He yanked and I dropped to my knees in the sand. I yelped with the surprise of his attack.

“It is not a ‘Mama thing.’ It’s because you are my slut and that is your job,” he growled. I pressed my face against his thigh and tried to calm my breathing. We were in full view of everyone on the beach but he had a point that needed to be made.

“Yes, Mr Stern,” I acknowledged.

Forgetting my place was not going to be allowed this weekend and he was starting off firmly to get his message across.

Because of a conversation we’d had earlier in the week, I’d known that he expected me to be in service to him and to act accordingly, but I hadn’t realized at exactly what level he was expecting me to perform. This was not going to be a “mostly vanilla with a little bit of service and submission throw in” weekend. It was going to be as complete an M/s encounter as he allows himself when anyone else is around, and perhaps a bit more to give our close friends a better idea of the true nature of our intimate relationship.

Kneeling in the sand with my back to the Pacific Ocean and my head buried against Mr Stern’s leg is something I shall not soon forget. As is the entire weekend I spent serving him with absolute attention to detail and unquestioning obedience....