A Kinky Beach Party
by Guard Dawg
PROLOGUE
I woke up at 6:00. I walked to the window and looked out. The dawn of the day was nothing more than the slightest hint in the eastern sky.
The thought of breakfast made my stomach churn, although I knew I really should eat something. Coffee was definitely on the agenda. I briefly considered taking a couple of the speeders I had brought with me, but then killed the idea.
This could wind up to be a long day.
I hated hotels. I hated calling for room service. I always felt like I was infringing upon them, the other work they had to do.
They treat you that way too. The bored, banal voice on the other end of the phone, that always sounds like you just woke them up.
I ordered the four egg omelette with everything they could stuff in it. Four strips of bacon, four links of sausage, two pieces of toast, and two carafe’s of coffee. I ordered extra butter for the toast, and extra cream and sugar for the coffee. They never give you enough, they always want you to call again so that the person who delivers the order can stand there with their hand out like an idiot, waiting for a tip that is expected, and not necessarily due.
Isn’t it bad enough you are paying $35.00 for breakfast for one?
The kid on the phone had the idea of asking me how many coffee cups I would need.
A flash of irritation swept over me. How many fucking people did he think had slept up here? I knew damned well he was putting the order into a computer, charging it to a room. It followed that he knew what room it was and how many had registered to it.
I told him to send four. Fuck ’em. Let him wonder.
Of course, if a woman had answered the phone, I would have been much more polite. But one never did. It was always the same. Would things ever change? Could I make them change?
I smiled at the possibilities the day held. The party was to start at 11:00 this morning. Five hours. Five hours to run and hide.
I knew I would not. Not now, not ever.
BEACH PARTY
It started off innocently enough. But things sometimes have a way of getting out of control, they gain their own momentum once begun. This was the case of the proverbial snowball rolling down a hill. It had slowly gained in mass, scale, and inertia…and I didn’t think I would stop it, even if I would have had the power to do so.
I was shivering with delicious fear, excitement, and more sexual arousal coursed through my body than I had felt in years. I managed to get my hand worked close enough to where I could lightly touch myself, but I was very careful not to let myself cum.
They were not done with me yet.
Some of the sand had been dug out from behind my head, so it could be laid back, my face offering up the perfect seat. That is what it was being used as now.
My body buried in sand, my face buried in ass. I was as close to heaven as I was ever going to get.
From far away I heard a soft, sultry voice…”Tongue it my subby little sand puppy…clean my hole, I want to feel it inside of me…” She said something else, but I couldn’t hear her. I could not move an inch, I could hardly breathe, I was drifting away…
Honest, it did start off innocently. It was supposed to just be a house party to introduce a group of male submissives to potential Dominant Female’s…There was not supposed to be any playing or anything, just a opportunity for everyone to check each other out.
I was extremely nervous, to be blunt I was downright scared. I did not know what to expect, or how I was supposed to behave. It was even made worse by the fact I only made the fourth male sub to be there and there were a full dozen women present.
Scary, yes. But oh my…the possibilities.
I was put a little more at ease by listening to the conversation as I poured a few drinks into myself to try and ease my tension. It appeared that many of these women had not met before except through email exchanges either.
The other three men had circled the wagons and were more or less huddled up together, as if they were waiting for something. I made it a point not to join them.
I am a watcher, an observer of human nature. An amateur psychologist of human behaviour. People never cease to amaze me. Put me in a room full of people I don’t know and I will find a vantage point to watch and listen from. To be honest, I really don’t miss much.
A rather attractive dark-haired woman with striking green eyes approached me. “Here,” she said offering out her hand. I put out my hand and she dropped two pills into it. “Take these,” she whispered, “You look like you could use them…and don’t be so uptight. Just relax and be yourself.”
I immediately popped them into my mouth and followed them with two long swallows of beer. “Thank you…”
She smiled. Damn, she had some amazing eyes. “Don’t you even want to know what you just took?”
I politely returned her smile. “Doesn’t really matter now, does it? My guess is I will find out soon enough. Just please don’t tell me that they were supposed to be suppository’s.”
She laughed, a sound like silver bells. She held out her hand again, “Why don’t you join us…?” She left the end an open question.
“Eric,” I finished for her. “My online name is ‘Guard Dawg.’
She openly appraised me. “You look like a Guard Dawg. You may call me Raven.”
A more fitting name I had never heard.
“Take my hand Eric.”
I put my hand into hers and she clasped it. She sighed. “There is nothing like a dog who knows how to obey.”
This party was taking a very interesting turn.
A couple of hours passed while everyone partied, loosened up, and just got to know one another a little bit. The casual demeanor of the Women present, allowed me to relax a great deal.
People came in and out…one of the men left, two more showed up, introductions were made…
I was feeling quite alert considering the amount I had to drink, but I was sure that was just from the company present.
The back door opened and a curvy, rather attractive blonde woman entered into the kitchen…”I need a victim,” she stated with no preamble. The room became silent for a moment, and a few of the Women chuckled.
I stood up. “Will I do?”
She put her hands on her hips and gave me a cursory examination. “You’ll do just fine.” She beckoned me with her index finger and said…”Follow me…”
Knowing she had been outside, I grabbed a fresh beer and lit a smoke. We went out the back door and across the deck down to the sand.
The day was still quite warm, a bit humid. The sun was dropping in the sky, casting our shadows long and stretched before us.
“What exactly did you have in mind?” I dared to ask her.
“I have a slave who has a unusual fantasy of being buried on the beach. I wanted to experiment a little first, before doing it for him, to make sure that everything will work and I know what changes if any I will need to make.”
“You are a very thorough Domme. He is a lucky man.”
She looked at me and gave me a wink…”Of course he is. I must strive to be as perfect as possible, so I do my homework when I feel the need.”
I was beginning to feel a stirring in my shorts, and my knees were becoming a bit weak as the butterflies in my stomach started coming to life. I did my best to fight it back, I would be extremely embarassed if she noticed my arousal.
I had been buried in sand before. There seemed to be this universal desire that women had to cover a mans body with sand whenever spending any time on a beach.
Nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see though.
We topped a small rise, and there was the ocean. I loved the sound of it, the sight of it…the immensity of it. The constant background roar of the continuously breaking waves.
There was a large cooler, a folded out lawn chair, and a pile of blankets and towels. She must have been here for a while. Then I saw the open hole with the huge pile of sand built up around it. There was a long handled spade shovel sticking out of the pile of damp sand.
I walked up and examined the hole. It was about four feet long, two and half feet wide, and probably close to three feet deep…the sand at the bottom looked very soft, very wet.
“You may want to take off your shirt and shoes,” she suggested lightly.
My cock was pounding in my pants, I could not believe she wished to bury me in that hole. There would be alot of sand on top of me, there would be no escape.
I removed my shirt, and took off my shoes and socks. I jumped into the hole.
She walked up and stood over me, my head was about even with her thigh. Those butterflies were breakdancing now, and I was so aroused I felt almost naseous.
Walking to the end, her shadow fell over me. “This should work nicely. Just sit down with your legs out, your back against that end.” She said this while pointing towards the waterline.
There was a note of command in her voice, and I immediately plopped down. After all, I had volunteered for this. It might even be fun. I stretched out my legs and just placed my hands across my lap, partially for comfort, and partially to block the obvious bulge in my pants.
“What’s the matter?” There was a tone of amusement in her voice as she picked up the shovel and began to push sand in over my feet. “Afraid I will see how much you like this?”
I felt my face flush. She laughed lightly, “It’s okay. It’s just an added bonus for both of us then, isn’t it?”
When she had the hole about half way full, she put down the shovel and got in with me. Using her feet, she began tamping down the loose sand, to pack it in around me. It made a huge difference.
This was going to be the ultimate prisoner experience.
Twenty minutes later the sand was smooth around me. I couldn’t struggle, or move an inch. “How does that feel?” She stood in front of me, the tip of her sneaker about two inches from my mouth. “Try and move for me, see if you can get away at all.”
With my hands placed where they were, I could not push on anything or get any leverage. All I could do was bobble my head back and forth a little. “It feels incredible…it is so tight. Trust me, your slave will be most helpless, he will not be able to escape.”
She began unfolding blankets and laying them out around me, pushing the edges up to my neck. “That’s good. It also means that you can’t.”
I moaned softly…I was completely under her control, and the realization was just sinking in. She had more in mind.
“I am guessing,” I said lightly, “That this means you are not going to be digging me up.”
She laid down on the blanket and put her face right in front of mine. Placing the palm of her hand on my forehead, she slowly pushed my head backwards, lifting my face up to her. “You little shit,” she said as if talking to a small child. “I have been sweating out here in the afternoon sun for almost three hours. You OWE me! And I always collect.”
The pounding in my shorts was so intense with the weight of the sand pressing on me, I thought I was going to explode. It suddenly seemed as if the sand were crushing me, constricting me, and my breath came in shallow gasps. This was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced.
With her hand across my forehead, pressing me into the sand, I was now totally helpless. I could not move an inch of my body.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth.” THIS was a command, her voice was steel now. I knew I had no choice, so I complied immediately.
About 30 seconds went by. I sensed no movement from her, but did not dare open my eyes. I heard a long sniff, and a equally long, bubbly, hacking growl. Just as I realized what was going to happen, her huge built up wad of phlegmy spit dropped into my mouth.
I felt the slime sliding around my tongue and I immediately began to heave. I can endure some nasty things, and have eaten some nasty things, but snot, and what we used to call “goobers” when we were kids triggers my gag reflex.
I had no choice, it was reflex and I immediately forced it back out of my mouth to drip down my chin. I opened my eyes, breathing heavily.
The look on her face was one of total incredibility. Her response was actually comical to me for some reason, and I could not help but start giggling.
“My oh my,” she whispered softly. “Are you ever going to pay for that.
I knew that was not a threat. She had just made me a solemn promise. I also knew that I had it coming. What had started off as a “experiment,” had turned into a “scene…” It was not planned, it was not role-playing, it was simply happening…
“I am sorry Mistress. If I had known what you were going to do, perhaps I could have been prepared and I would not have…”
She had gotten up and was returning with the lawn chair. It was the three-fold type, the long back rest, the center piece, and the foot rest. “Perhaps you should not call me Mistress,” she said conversationally. “Being as I am in complete control of your very existence, maybe you should call me Goddess?”
She was the unfolding the lawn chair in front of me, and her last statement had confused me a bit.
“My existence?”
The foot rest of the lawn chair was being lowered over my head. She pulled the plastic slats apart and forced my head between them. She had not unfolded the support bar at the end, so the end of the chair was resting on the sand behind me.
The plastic stips of the chair were constricting my neck, almost to the point of being uncomfortable, but it was endurable.
She sat down on the chair, lifted up her legs, and began to pull her shorts off. I had suspected she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit, and it was now confirmed. I could now see the sweat stains that darkened the area that her shorts had covered, and I let out another soft moan. This was a totally new view to me. It was almost like; No, it was exactly like being the foot rest of the chair itself.
“You still don’t get it, do you?” She moved a little closer to brush some sand off my forehead. Her crotch was about a foot away from my totally exposed and helpless face.
She made a pretense of stretching and looking around. “It’s a private beach. No one is gonna come down here.” She chuckled again, “Except for maybe some of the women up in the house, but that will be later. If you don’t drown, you could be in for a very long night.”
I felt my eyes grow wide. “Ummm…did you say ‘drown’ Goddess?”
She put on what was an obvious look of exasperation. “Well, no harm now in telling you. It might even be fun, to know that you are thinking about it. Just about fifteen minutes ago, the ocean was at low tide. So now it is on it’s way back in.”
She looked up and down the beach again. “Now it appears that the last high tide mark is about twenty feet behind me. Of course, the waves were much bigger then, so you might make it…” She paused for a moment. “The first time, anyway.”
I suddenly felt dizzy as a wave of vertigo washed through me. For a moment I was sure that I had already died and been sent to Purgatory. The half-way house between heaven and hell.
I could barely raise my voice above a rough whisper. “You’re kidding. You’re just trying to scare me. You won’t actually let me drown here, that would be murder.”
Her hand came down and pushed my head back again, forcing me to look into her eyes.
“Would it?” She asked softly. “I have a bunch of witnesses up there that would testify to hearing me ask for a victim. And they are willing to say that you are a sad and unhappy man who knew full and well what was going to happen.”
She let go of my head, and I popped up straight again.
She continued, “That is even presuming that anyone ever found you. This is my house, my property, my beach. There are private property signs a half mile in each direction up this beach. I never get strangers here.”
Her sweat stained crotch moved a couple of inches closer to my face, and I moaned again as I realized what she was going to do with it.
“If you want the complete truth, I lied.”
I blinked. “You lied Goddess?”
She laughed out loud. “The ultimate trap, huh? I don’t have a slave with this fantasy, this fantasy is mine! I’ve been planning it for two years, and selecting the right group of Domme’s who also got very excited at the concept. Right now, you are the perfect man. Just a mouth to eat, taste, and lick…and a nose with which to smell. That is all you are.”
I felt like I was drifting on a soft cloud. This could not be happening. I was beginning to believe her. If she was lying about her intentions, she was an awesome actress.
I also felt something that caused my cock to swell even larger, if indeed that were possible. The sand under my ass was becoming wet, turning soft and liquid. I had once stood on the beach and dug a small hole that I stood in as the water level raised. It was only up to my knees, but the suction created had made it difficult for me to pull out of. My entire body would soon be encased in that soft, pulling, sucking wetness. Like quicksand.
The tide was coming in. Inexorable, unstoppable, like the hands of a clock. It would be here.
No force on earth could stop it.
“Why me?” I croaked.
I could no longer see any part of her, except for the sweat stained bottom of the bathing suit she was wearing…that, and the thick luscious thighs she was taking her sweet time closing around me. I was catching hints of what she smelled like…it was going to be intense.
“Do you think we don’t network?” She asked innocently. “You wrote a lot of emails to a lot of people. We know you have been alone, we know you have no one. No one will miss you. You are very expendable. You’re a good puppy, a good submissive. But you are not needed.”
A flash of anger and irritation raced through me, and just as quickly died away. She was right. And was this not my favorite, ideal fantasy? Had I not thought of this while masturbating my life away so many times…?
My final fantasy. My ultimate act of giving to Women. The ultimate submission. Oh yes, indeed I had. The last fantasy, the one that could never be topped, and therefore no point in living anyway.
The material of her crotch was just brushing my nose. Her scent was thick, musky, sweet…the smell of the Universe. The smell of life, and also that of death.
She continued, “You will doing us a great service. You should be proud and grateful we are giving you this honor. You mentioned in many emails about the topic of dedicating your life to the service of women, didn’t you?”
I nodded as best I could.
“Oooh,” she exclaimed. “Your little nose tickles…”
I had no idea what I was going to say, but I amazed myself at what came out…”Thank You Goddess…”
“We thank you sand puppy…and you are most welcome.”
Her thighs wrapped around my head and she mashed her pussy into my face. The first smothering commenced.
She had mastered the art. She instinctively knew when to make a slight adjustment that would give me that small and much needed fresh gasp of air, before enclosing me in her hot, sweet, darkness again. I had felt like I had already died, and must be in heaven.
Finally she pulled back, leaving me gasping, sweating, and weak.
I felt her hand on the top of my head, stroking my hair. “Such a good sand puppy you are. You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Ohhhhh yes Goddess…” I softly moaned.
“Please me well,” she said. “I will keep you alive for as long as I can…maybe two or three cycles of the tide. It depends on the weather.”
I felt my stomach roll rapidly. The sweet fear of the unknown, the complete helplessness of my situation, the slow melting of the sand under me, the intense arousal I felt as my favorite fantasy was slowly unraveling before me. It had all combined to make me dizzy, my head was spinning with the natural high I was feeling.
She slid her leg before me, and began to unlace one of her shoes.
“I told you that you owed me. I have been working out here for quite some time, and spent alot of my personal time planning this.”
She slid her shoe off, and I heard it thump on the sand.
Her toes wiggled inches from my face. “Unfortunately, the last couple of days I have been so busy I have not even had time to shower. I need my feet cleaned. Remember, the more you please me, the more you will suffer.”
The smell was hideously sweet, her taste even more so. Naturally, sand had gotten inside her shoes and I could feel it crunch in my teeth and get stuck in my throat as I repeatedly swallowed. When she was satisfied, she removed her other shoe and the cycle was repeated.
The sand was rapidly dissolving around me, turning to thick goo. It no longer wished to support my weight, but wanted to suck me down, deeper and deeper. The water level had reached my hands, and I had a couple of inches of movement.
I pressed my hand to the pounding between my legs and was immediately ripped away as the most intense orgasm I had ever had threatened to destroy the last vestiges of sanity I had left.
She immediately knew and mashed her foot into my face, cutting off my air completely, which brought my bliss to a even impossibly higher level.
She removed her foot. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling exhausted and drained. I waited for my erection to subside, for the pounding to stop…but it did not. If anything, it was stronger.
Patting my head with her hand she said, “Yes puppy. Raven gave you two BlueChew Viagra. You will remain erect, hard, and wanting for quite some time. After the tide goes out, we will make you eat two more. In fact, you are going to eat alot of things.”
Her voice sounded quiet and wistful, from far away. “The other men should be gone by now. We “staged” an argument between three of the other women…the nature of which was to end the party. But yours is just beginning…” Her voiced trailed off.
She pushed my head back so I could look into her eyes. “If everyone showed up who was supposed to, there should be fourteen lovely women who wish to help torture you to death…
Do you know how much spit the fourteen of us can make? How much sweet golden piss we can have you drink? There are three or four up there that want to spoon feed you shit. I will not take part in that or watch…but I don’t have a problem with adding mine to the pot.”
My eyes grew wide, and I almost threw up at the thought. “Oh please Goddess…no. I can’t eat shit…I mean, I have never done it…I know I will just puke and vomit the moment it enters my mouth.”
She stroked my head gently. “Shhhhh puppy. You can, and you will. You may vomit for a while, but it should pass. We have all agreed on the things we wish to do to you, even if not all of us will participate in all things. Besides, it’s not like you are being given a choice…”
She put her shoes back on and stood up. “I have to go up to the house and make sure all is going as planned. And also to tell them how happy you are to serve us. Can I get you anything?”
“I am thirsty Goddess…” I whispered. “And dying for a smoke.”
She was gone a moment, and returned with a lit cigarette, which she placed between my lips. “Dying for a smoke…interesting choice of words.”
She began to walk away. “Don’t worry, you will have plenty to drink. We will be back soon.”
I did not miss the emphasis she had placed on “We.”
She was true to her word. I survived three cycles of the high tide, with help of a breathing hose placed in my mouth. I had been in the sand for 54 hours when they felt that they had exhausted all of their torture activities.
I had not slept, and was completely broken. They sat on the sand some distance away as the waves broke over my head… the worst part was I was facing away from the ocean and could not see the waves coming. It didn’t matter. I no longer wanted to try and time my breath. I just wanted to die. I could take no more.
The last torture was the worst. I thought that nothing could be worse than being forced to eat shit, but I was wrong. They had brought in their most dedicated slaves, and I was forced to suck cock after cock bringing them to orgasm again and again.
I could not even stand the memory of that. It was the most humiliating thing I had ever endured.
I blew all the air out of my lungs, and waited for the next wave to break over my head. My reflexes took over, and I sucked in a lung full of seawater…my last submissive act…
EPILOGUE
I woke up at 6:00. I walked to the window and looked out. The dawn of the day was nothing more than the slightest hint in the eastern
sky.
The thought of breakfast made my stomach churn, although I knew I really should eat something. Coffee was definitely on the agenda. I briefly considered taking a couple of the speeders I had brought with me, but then killed the idea.
This could wind up to be a long day.
I didn’t know what had happened. How I had gotten stuck in this loop. Perhaps I had died, and gone to heaven. Perhaps I had died and gone to hell. I knew not.
Five hours until the party started. Five hours to run and hide. I knew I would not.
An evil grin flooded my face…
Not now…not ever.
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