Chapter 11

Afternoon on the beach.

As a long-term submissive of the BDSM lifestyle, every sexually related aspect of my life is always done in a safe and sane way and always with my full consent.

I walked barefoot down our street to the beach with Max, my German Shepherd dog on his leash. I was only wearing a short white summer dress, nothing underneath except for this custom-made device locked against my crotch, one end rubbing against my clitoris, the insert massaging the internal walls of my vagina and my new butt plug inserted in my anus.

The inserted end of the butt plug was about 80 millimetres long and 33 millimetres at the widest point. My sphincter muscle had tightly clamped the slim stem between the T-handle and the bulbous end, holding the plug firmly in place. The handle was wide enough to prevent any embarrassing or accidental insertion. As I walked, I felt the vaginal insert and butt plug working together as a team, rubbing, massaging and moving against my body’s internal regions.

With two of my body’s holes already filled and plugged, I thought how much better this would feel if I had both my wrists cuffed behind my back and my mouth gagged. It would be amazing to have my clitoris covered and being massaged by this device whilst all of the other holes were filled or plugged, unable to speak, with my hands being helpless to do anything about it.

This was where my erotic thoughts had headed. My mind was constantly conjuring up all sorts of erotic situations and sexual scenarios. I was becoming more and more sexually obsessed with every passing day. It was hard to believe that I was regularly thinking of things like that. Right now, I was so incredibly horny.

I looked at fitness equipment in gymnasiums as a tool or apparatus for bondage. The same thing happened when I saw various structures out walking, whether it was a park, playground, or some industrial thing. I immediately thought about what it would be like to be bound to them in a certain way, made totally vulnerable and used by a group of men or even women. I’d been addicted to sex and especially bondage ever since the first time I was bound and made vulnerable.

When Max and I stepped onto the beach, it was low tide, and the water was a long way out. The ocean was as smooth as glass, with the occasional ripple created by a distant jet ski breaking at the water's edge. The sea breeze was so light that it didn't affect my dress at all. The sky was a bright blue. It was such a beautiful day.

Because the weather was perfect, lots of families were down on the beach, children playing in the shallows or building sandcastles. The families tended to congregate around the southern section of the beach, where dogs were banned from being off leash. Max and I were going to walk north along the beach, where it was quieter, and dogs were allowed to run free.

Every step I took, the things plugging my holes moved inside me. The butt plug and chastity device were producing the maximum amount of arousal with minimal effort. I stopped several times, trying hard unsuccessfully to prevent an orgasm. There was a distinct wetness between my legs; I felt a moist trickle down my upper inside thigh. My nipples were rock hard from arousal. My dress was made of thin, soft fabric. Every step I took along the water's edge, I felt a cool breeze beneath my skirt, each step constantly reminding me of my nakedness.

Usually, just wearing a dress on a public beach with nothing underneath was more than enough to make me aroused without even factoring in these other devices. I was beginning to feel some desperation and looked forward to the day this chastity device was removed. It would then allow me to well and truly satisfy my nymphomaniac desires and wants. I was becoming more aroused and desperate to be used sexually with every passing hour. It was a shame that the beach was so open; I desperately wanted to lift my skirt and feel my crotch and arse.

Before leaving home, I was so fixated on being aroused that I’d accidentally left Max’s tennis ball and ball thrower at home. I was now forced to revert to throwing small stones or seashells into the water for him to chase.

About 20 minutes later, Allistair’s dog, Barney, ran up the beach to greet us. I looked up to see Allistair still about 100 metres away, walking towards me.

When he was a little closer, I waved to him and yelled, “Hi, Allistair!”

“Good afternoon, Laura!”

By now, Barney and Max had gone crazy, playing and chasing each other around.

“How are things with you today?” I asked when Allistair was alongside.

“I’m great. I spent time this morning exercising. Now, I thought I’d give Barney a chance for some fun on the beach,” he said, noticing my nipples. “What about you?”

“I’m good. I had a busy morning too. I thought the same for Max. Hey, I’m going to continue up the beach. Do you want to walk with me?” I asked.

“Sure, why not?” Allistair said eagerly.

As we walked slowly north along the beach, we both picked up and threw stones for the two dogs to chase. Each time the dogs brought back a stone, they dropped it about 5 metres in front of us. I’d quickly run forward, pick it back up, and throw it, making the dogs chase it.

Each time I bent over in front of Allistair, my dress rose quite high. I wondered if he could see what was underneath. I was too fucking horny to care one way or the other.

“Hey, Laura, do you feel like going out for a drink this weekend?” he asked nervously.

“I would love to more than anything,” I replied, “but I can’t this weekend, as I’ve been invited to a friend’s party down the peninsula.”

I noticed the look of disappointment in Allistair’s body language. “Hey, how about next week? I’m available any day from Wednesday next week onwards. Your choice; you can have me in the morning or at night,” I said.

Allistair started chuckling. “I can. Have you?”

Haha, I started laughing as well, only just realising what I’d said. “Be careful what you wish for,” I warned him, laughing.

“Oh, I think I am willing to take my chances,” he replied humorously.

Mmm, I thought to myself. Is he flirting with me or just surreptitiously hinting at what he wants?

“Hey, thanks for letting me know. I’ll store that in memory for when I need it,” I said, smiling.  

I liked Allistair. He was a good-looking man and quite athletic. He spent a lot of time surfing this coast and exercising. The more I saw him, the more I liked him. During the last couple of years, we had bumped into each other many times and shared quite a lot about our lives. I felt like I knew him very well.

It was so sad that a guy like him had lost his wife and was so lonely. I thought the best thing for a lonely guy was to have some fun with a horny girl to boost his self-esteem and confidence.

There was a definite chemistry between us. This became more obvious the further we walked along the beach.  I was so fucking horny. If it weren’t for wearing this device, which I didn’t have the key for, I would have taken him home and fucked him straight away.

At one point, we were discussing relationships, things that work and things that don’t. Then I asked him, “It’s been 12 months since your wife passed. I know you miss her. Have you considered another relationship?” 

He paused for a moment, thinking about the answer. “I’ve thought long and hard about this. I could never replace her, and I have no intention of trying. To be honest, I’m happy with any relationship. Laura, you and I have a relationship. Yes, it’s a friendship. Friendships are the most important, and I don’t care whether they come with benefits or not.” He paused. “So, really, to me, friendships in any capacity are what's important.”

There was a silence between us that lasted for a while, and then I said, “That’s a brilliant way of looking at it. I’m so pleased you’ve thought everything through. I must agree with you. You’ll never replace or bring her back, and why should you even try? But friendships are so important, and it doesn’t matter what capacity they come in as long as they are friendships and all parties agree and get along.”

“Laura, you know what? You’ve hit the bullseye. That’s exactly how it should be. Friendship, never an expectation, everyone on the same page, enjoy and make the most of each other's company,” he said, suddenly turning and embracing me in his arms as if he’d just discovered wisdom.

It was such a special moment. There wasn’t really any other way of looking at his situation. Maybe he wasn’t seeing the elephant in the room. His biggest problem was loneliness, and sadly, that causes blinkered thinking.

“You know what? Max and I should head home now. I’ve really enjoyed this afternoon, and I definitely want to see you next week. As I said, you can choose daytime or evening—whichever suits you. Just be careful what you wish for; it might come true,” I said, smiling.

“Thanks, Laura. Yes, let's catch up. Thanks for being so understanding and such a good friend,” Allistair said just before giving me another big hug.

I kissed him on the cheek as he released his hug. I yelled out, “MAX! MAX! Come here, MAX! Home time.”

Max finally left Barney alone and raced back towards me. I quickly clipped his leash onto his collar. I turned towards Allistair and said, “See you next week. I’m looking forward to it. Have a great weekend.”

I gave him a little girly wave, blew him a kiss, and headed off back down the beach towards home.

All the way home, I was horny as fuck and couldn’t stop thinking about Allistair. If it wasn’t for this device and the party on the weekend, we might be fucking already. Of course, I wanted to fuck him. I only wanted a friends-with-benefits arrangement. I knew he’d understand; he gave off enough hints this afternoon. If it helped with his loneliness and self-confidence, then I could change his life.

This was exactly what friends were for, benefits or no benefits.

It was sunset by the time Max and I got back home. It had been a good day. I was ready to have dinner, relax and go to bed.

After a quick shower to wash off the salt and beach sand, I opened a bottle of wine while cooking dinner. Now that the cameras were gone, I felt I could relax without the stress of performing. Even without cameras and the need to perform, it wouldn’t change how I thought as a submissive. I’d been a submissive, one way or another, for a big part of my life.

By the time I finally went to bed, I was exhausted from the constant arousal and the unsolicited orgasms. I didn’t need to masturbate; I was well and truly spent. I pulled a blanket up over me, and within 10 seconds, Max charged into the room and leapt onto the bed. He stood staring at me for a while, trying to decide which way to lie.

“Max! Hurry up and lie down, will you?” I protested.

When the big, fluffy German Shepherd finally decided to lie down, he did so facing the doorway, with his weight leaning against my side. I’d never had any fear of being alone with Max around, who was a retired police dog. He always offered security and protection, and he was happy to provide that extra warmth on cold nights.

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