Chapter 1
The Pickup.
It was hot today, far too hot to take Max, our German Shepherd, out for a long walk.
My master was working overseas, and it was the start of his third month away. He regularly sent me instructions or tasks via SMS. He believed it satisfied my hypersexuality and the ongoing training as a submissive. More importantly, it satisfied both his desires and my cravings.
I always followed my Master’s instructions to the letter, without questioning them. I never knew whether he had someone secretly watching me and reporting back on whether the instructions were carried out. I was punished once, upon his return, for failing to carry out his instructions, even though I had told him otherwise. I never knew how he found out I had lied. Since that caning, I’ve always carried out his instructions.
At 10 a.m., a message arrived from Master containing a long, detailed instruction that read, “Laura, take Max to the nudist beach for a swim and play with him on the beach. I want you to park in the Northern carpark. I want you to strip and walk naked, wearing only your steel collar, to the Southern end of the beach. If you’re approached or become friendly with another person, whether male or female, you must not refuse any physical touches or requests from that person.”
I read the message several times, then replied, “Yes, Master.”
The more I thought about his instructions, the more nervous I became, especially about the last part. I wondered whether he’d arranged for someone to meet me, testing whether I’d followed his instructions. I usually wear this steel collar only when I’m with Master, never alone.
The nudist beach was only about five kilometres from our house. I hadn’t been there for about thirty years; the last time was with a boyfriend, and I was too nervous to undress. I have never been accustomed to public nudity.
I went upstairs and searched for a bikini. I found several pairs, mostly string-style, and laid them out on the bed, trying to decide which set to wear. In the end, I thought it didn’t matter, as I was going to be naked most of the time.
Before dressing, I went into the bathroom and covered my entire naked body with sunscreen, making sure I covered every nook and cranny. Having your pussy and arse sunburnt is a horrible experience. It happened once when I fell asleep in the sun. The sunscreen made my skin shine, leaving it oily.
I took the 25mm stainless-steel collar from our bondage toy box and locked it on with a special key. It immediately gave me that submissive feeling, like handing over control to someone else. I placed the key in my jewellery box in the bedroom so it couldn’t be removed until I returned home. I rotated my collar so the small metal loop faced forward. This loop was used to attach a leash or as a tie-down point.
Next, I put on my royal-blue string bikini and tied each string into a tight bow, hoping to keep them from coming undone. This bikini felt so sexy to wear because of its sheer fabric. Before leaving, I put a leash on Max, the dog, grabbed a towel, my phone, and a bag to hold everything.
Once the dog was in the car, we headed to the nudist beach. Max, the dog, was in the back seat, his head between the front seats, staring through the windscreen, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, panting loudly.
It only took 10 minutes to reach the beach; the closer we got, the more nervous I became. But for some reason, I was also aroused. I felt sexy in the bikini and collar, and I didn’t know whether Master had secretly arranged someone to meet me. Even if he had, I might never know. My life as his submissive, especially when he’s overseas, is always a test.
The beach stretches for two kilometres, with a carpark at each end. It’s easier to access from the northern carpark, but the nudist section doesn’t begin another 500 metres to the south. Today was hot, but the sky was clouding over, easing the sting of the sun. My skin was shining and slippery from the sunscreen; it smelled and felt good.
I led the dog along the beach towards the south, towards the nudist section. I felt increasingly nervous as I got closer; I could see the entire length of the beach. Because of the weather, the official nudist section of the beach was quite busy today.
When I reached the line in the sand separating the nude and non-nude areas, I stopped, took off my bikini, and shoved it into the bag with sunscreen and my phone. Now completely naked except for my collar, the dog and I walked along the beach near the water's edge. As we slowly walked to the opposite end, I discreetly peered at the naked men and women through my sunglasses. I noticed many of the men lying or sitting on towels had erect or half-erect cocks. It must’ve been the heat or being in public. I felt their eyes on me, watching me, mentally fucking me. I grew hornier the farther I walked, wondering who would approach. I wondered whether Max, being a German Shepherd, would put some men off from approaching me.
I wasn’t necessarily wanting anyone to approach me, nor did I care if they didn’t. I was only following my Master’s detailed instructions and expected something to come of it. I thought he had to be sending me here for a specific reason.
My collar felt like a beacon in the sun, advertising to the hundreds of naked men watching me that I was submissive. The sensation of it around my neck was a constant reminder of my submission. I felt powerless, sexually vulnerable to whoever wanted me. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. I began to feel a trickle of thick, slippery fluid forming in my crotch. The sunscreen intensified this feeling more than usual.
So many things were racing through my mind at this point that I became increasingly oblivious to my surroundings, so focused on what might or might not happen.
The teasing puffs of wind off the ocean, caressing my naked flesh, constantly reminded me how exposed and vulnerable I was.
As I walked, Max went in and out of the shallows, leaping and snapping at the ripples. As the beach narrowed, I was forced to walk closer to the men and couples on the sand. Everyone was watching me. Was it my imagination? Or was it the collar, or the trickle of fluid I could feel from my vulva?
When Max and I finally reached the beach’s southern end, I found a vacant spot on the sand to lay out my towel. This end seemed more secluded, surrounded by high cliffs. It had a reputation: it was always busier, with the largest concentration of men. The beach’s northern end contained more couples and single women.
Because it was farther from the non-nudist area and the cliffs offered greater seclusion, this end had the worst reputation for sleaziness. He and I both knew this, and it was most likely why he chose it. If I were not to refuse anyone’s touches or advances, this was the end of the beach where I could get away with it from a legal standpoint.
I brought a tennis ball to entertain Max and threw it towards the water, prompting him to give chase straight away. I played with Max for twenty minutes in the shallow water, making him swim and chase the ball. Each time I looked around, I noticed numerous men sitting close by on the beach watching me closely, which gave me a mix of arousal and nervousness. Only two other women with male partners could be seen within two hundred metres.
A little while later, a brown female Kelpie ran up to Max. After sniffing each other, as dogs do, they began playing. They chased each other around, with Max lunging and playfully growling at his new female friend. A little while later, the Kelpie's concerned, naked owner rushed up to me. I could see the look on his face, worried that his dog was about to be eaten by Max. I quickly reassured him that everything was okay.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay. My dog is fine; he won’t hurt yours at all,” I said reassuringly.
“Thank God for that,” he said, sounding relieved. “By the way, my name is Allan,” he added, holding out his hand.
I shook his hand and said, “I’m Laura, pleased to meet you.”
A sudden tingle shot up my spine. Was this the person my Master had secretly arranged for me to meet, or was he just a random guy at the beach? If this had been organised, he would’ve been told to look out for a collared brunette girl with a German Shepherd.
I didn’t remember seeing Allan or the dog anywhere along the beach; maybe they’d just arrived, and I hadn’t noticed. Perhaps I’d become aroused and lost my situational awareness.
Allan and I stood together in the shallows, talking about the dogs and watching them happily play together.
Allan was good-looking, at least six feet five inches tall, and athletic. I couldn’t help but notice his cock was reasonably long and slender, hanging with the tip just touching the water. The more we talked, the more comfortable I felt being naked; my inhibitions were gradually disappearing.
“Hey, why don’t you grab your towel and sit with me on the beach under my shelter?” he suggested.
“Sure! Sounds like a great idea,” I replied. “This sun is scorching,” I added.
I picked up my towel and bag and went over to where Allan had set up a beach shelter big enough for the two of us, including the dogs, to sit in the shade.
As I bent over to spread my towel neatly on the sand, Allan was already lying back on his, in the shade, watching me. He was in the prime position to see every square centimetre of my bald, aroused vulva. The moment he knew I had caught him perving at my body, he just smiled and said nothing.
The moment I lay down on my towel, the two of us began talking. I immediately thought this could be Allan’s lucky day. Master had instructed me not to refuse anyone’s physical touch or requests. I started to wonder where this was going.
But on the other hand, if Master had arranged for Allan to meet me, it would’ve been a test. If I refused Allan’s requests, I’d be punished. I didn’t like being punished, and Master knew it. I would do just about anything to avoid the sting of his thin cane.
After talking to Allan for an hour or more, I soon discovered he was divorced and lived near the beach. I accidentally knocked my bag, and the sunscreen slid onto the sand. Allan’s eyes locked onto the plastic bottle.
I pushed the bottle back into the bag when Allan asked, “Would you like some of that rubbed onto your back?”
“Yes, please. I would love that,” I replied, handing Allan the bottle of sunscreen and rolling onto my stomach.
He started drizzling a line of oily sunscreen that ran from my neck down my spine and between my arse cheeks. I could feel it dribble between my legs and over my bald pussy. I was becoming more aroused, picturing where things might go.
At first, my arms were at my sides, and my head rested on the towel, facing sideways away from Allan. The men lying close by were watching us closely. One was slowly masturbating, and another started playing with his cock the moment I made eye contact with him. The thought of the men around me getting turned on made me even hornier than I already was. I turned my head to face Allan, admiring his beautiful body and his semi-hard cock.
Allan slowly spread the oil over my naked flesh; his long fingers were slow and precise. They started at my neck, just below the collar.
“Tell me about this collar, Laura,” Allan asked.
“I am a lifestyle submissive and wear this whenever my master instructs me or when someone is dominating me. It’s a symbol of my submission and their ownership,” I explained to him.
“So, where is this Master now?” he enquired further.
“Oh, he’s been overseas on assignment for several months. He told me to come here today wearing this collar,” I replied.
Allan’s fingers were slowly working the sunscreen down my body, and I was becoming increasingly aroused and relaxed, slowly succumbing to his touch.
After a short while, Allan said, “So, if you’re wearing this collar now, does that mean you’re submitting to me? Does it mean I own you now?”
That tingling sensation, the feeling of submission, returned as I opened my mouth to answer his question.
“The fact that my Master is away and instructed me to wear it to a nudist beach, and that I’m letting someone who is a stranger rub sunscreen over my naked body without objection, I guess that means, yes, Sir, I am submitting to you,” I answered.
“That’s a good girl,” Allan said with a smile.
His fingers slowly smeared the oily sunscreen over my arse cheeks. As he spread the oil, he occasionally slipped a finger deep between them, deep enough for his fingertip to brush the sphincter. I gasped softly and surreptitiously opened my legs wider, as if inviting him to go further.
“Good girl,” Allan said softly.
“Thank you, Sir,” I quietly said as an automatic response.
As a submissive, I had lived by many rules, and most had become automatic responses to various situations. My legs always opened slightly wider whenever my thighs were touched. I never wore knickers or crossed my legs; my knees were always at least shoulder-width apart when seated. These things were automatic unless otherwise instructed.
Opening my legs wider was usually a subtle move, just enough to tweak the other person’s subconscious. But today I chose to spread my legs wider, offering Allan full access to anywhere he liked.
Allan methodically smeared the oily substance over the backs of my thighs, sometimes sliding a finger up and down through my labia and over the sphincter. Whenever he touched me there, I surreptitiously lifted my hips, inviting him to go inside me. I could see that Allan’s long cock was now hard and twitching, the veins giving it a ribbed look.
More sunscreen was drizzled between my arse cheeks. Allan was growing increasingly fixated on this part of my body. He began massaging it into the opening of my sphincter, then suddenly inserted his finger several centimetres inside. I gasped loudly and lifted my arse slightly, as if I wanted him deeper inside me.
He withdrew the finger and then drizzled more sunscreen over the opening of my vagina. My aroused pussy was already leaking slippery fluids, but the excess sunscreen ensured that my waxed vagina was well and truly lubricated.
Allan’s fingers glided effortlessly over my vulva, sliding through and over the aroused folds. He slowly plunged a couple of his long fingers into the opening of my vagina and began fingering me. He was making me moan louder and louder; my hips pushed back against his hand. I wanted his cock inside me so badly.
I was getting close to orgasm when I opened my eyes to see a small audience of naked men nearby, watching what Allan was doing to me. By this stage, I was too fucking aroused to care either way. They were stroking their cocks; I could see fresh cum on one guy's body where he had recently ejaculated.
“Roll onto your back, Laura,” Allan instructed.
“Yes, sir,” I replied immediately.
I rolled over and spread my legs wide, each foot well and truly off the sides of the towel. I felt so much more vulnerable lying this way. Allan rubbed and massaged my entire slit, then slid several of his fingers deep inside me.
I grabbed hold of Allan’s hard cock and stroked it slowly. It felt long and thick in my delicate hands. He had me completely vulnerable and on the brink of an orgasm.
“Would you like to come back to my place with me so I can show you the ropes?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, Sir, I would love that more than anything,” I answered eagerly. What I really meant, without his knowledge, was that I desperately wanted to be tied up and fucked.
I couldn’t help but sound eager. I heard other men nearby ask Allan if they could come as well. He smiled and told them, "No, not this time." Did that mean there would be other times? Oh, the way I was feeling now, I certainly hope so.
Just as I was on the verge of orgasm, he withdrew his hand and said, “No, you're not allowed to cum until I say so.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, sounding breathless. Oh my god, I thought to myself, I don’t think I am going to be able to stop it.
I began clenching my muscles, taking deep breaths, doing everything in my power to stop it. I was so fucking close, but a moment later Allan pulled his fingers away. Luckily, he must’ve realised it was going to be impossible. I kept my eyes closed, lying back on the towel, waiting for the pleasure throughout my body to finally subside.
“Thanks," I said gratefully.
“Okay, let’s pack up and head back to my house. I might have a few surprises in store,” he smiled.
Without saying anything further, we packed up everything, grabbed the two dogs, and headed in opposite directions.
End of chapter
