CHAPTER 20 A Day At The Beach
Slut felt as self conscious as she ever had. Carrying all of the supplies Miss
Karen had decided to bring to the beach was very difficult. Miss Karen walked
ahead of her, carrying nothing. This would have made slut conspicuous enough,
but all she was permitted to wear was a little black knit mesh top that did
absolutely nothing to conceal her breasts, and the little black thong bottoms
she wore to lay out in. She felt practically naked, and knew that anyone who
noticed them would quickly understand that their relationship wasn't quite a
conventional one.
What gave her the strength (or was it weakness?) to carry on was her
undiminished horniness, fear of punishment, and her complete and all-consuming
lust and love for Miss Karen. She watched how she walked and marveled at how
good she looked and thought that everything about her was perfect, except
perhaps the cruel streak that could show itself at any time. Miss Karen wore a
bright green and blue floral bikini that was expertly suited to her athletic
figure, concealed under a sheer white wrap, flat sandals, and a large white sun
hat.
Slut knew the beach well, and was somewhat relieved that it was more of a young
adult beach than a family one. While it wasn't a nude beach, being topless and
in a thong would not result in any real problems, but it was pushing the
envelope for that particular beach. She would be noticed, and she would be
watched. She only hoped it would be a nice relaxing afternoon, both for her and
her owner.
She followed dutifully as Miss Karen searched for an ideal spot. Slut had no
idea what the criteria was, but it almost seemed as though her owner was trying
to expose her to as many people as she could before settling down on a location.
The beach was particularly crowded. Miss Karen finally stopped, and turned to
point at an area immediately in front of her.
"Set up my lounge chair here, slut. Facing the sun." Miss Karen said, loudly
enough for the people around them to hear. Slut was mortified, but she did not
hesitate. Placing everything carefully on the hard-packed white sand beach, she
quickly set up the lounge chair and positioned it just as Miss Karen wanted.
"Now drape the beach towel over it.", Miss Karen ordered. Slut carefully spread
the towel out over the lounge chair, smoothing out any wrinkles. She could feel
a hundred sets of eyes upon her, and avoided looking around for verification.
"Now remove my hat and tie it to the back of the lounge chair." Slut felt her
pussy beginning to throb as she tied the hat to the chair. She saw that her
nipples were protruding completely through the wide mesh of her little top, and
felt her chest tighten up. "Now remove my wrap, fold it, and place it in my
bag." Miss Karen lifted her arms to give slut unfettered access to the wrap.
Slut gently pulled it loose and turned away from the slight breeze to fold it.
She placed it neatly in the canvas beach bag. She caught a glimpse of someone
pointing at her, then of another person elbowing a friend and nodding in her
direction. She wondered if anyone within eyesight of her wasn't watching. "Now
remove my sandals and place them under the lounge chair in the shade." Slut
knelt to carefully remove each sandal and positioned them just as Miss Karen
said to. It was with some relief that she watched Miss Karen sit down on the
lounge chair and adjust herself until she seemed comfortable.
"Oil me."
Slut reached quickly into the bag and retrieved the only bottle of oil in it.
She was now breathing so shallowly that she wondered if she wouldn't pass out.
Her hands shook as she squirted a liberal amount of the oil onto her hands and
began rubbing it into Miss Karen's perfect skin. She started with her left arm,
working from the hand to the shoulder, then did the right. Lacking any specific
instructions, she then carefully applied lighter amounts of it over Miss Karen's
face and down her neck. She spread it liberally over her upper chest and tried
to speed through applying it around and over her owner's breasts. Miss Karen
told her to slow down and take her time. She said she wanted the job done
correctly rather than quickly. She used a tone that was so condescending that
those around them must surely know she was nothing more than a dumb servant of
some sort. She felt herself blushing as she spread the oil down over Miss
Karen's flat stomach to the top of her bikini bottom. Miss Karen spread her
legs, putting her feet on the sand on either side of the chair. Slut looked
down on her mound, tormented that the object of all of her desires was so very
close. If only she could..."No dawdling, you ignorant bitch!", Miss Karen
snapped. Slut began rubbing the oil in all around Miss Karen's luscious pussy,
pressing and kneading her inner thighs and up along and just under the leg bands
of the bikini bottoms. She thought she heard Miss Karen sigh, but couldn't be
sure. Wanting to linger there but knowing she could not, slut proceeded to oil
up the rest of Miss Karen's legs and, finally, her feet. When she was finished
she placed the bottle back in the bag. Miss Karen had closed her eyes and
appeared already to be in a deep state of relaxation. She looked so beautiful.
It was awkward standing there, not knowing what to do next. She dared not look
around, so continued to gaze down on Miss Karen's perfect body, the body she
coveted more than any other. She began to think Miss Karen might be ignoring
her to see what she would do. It occurred to her that she was to assume her
position whenever left without instructions. Surely not in public. If it were
even possible, it seemed her chest constricted even more. She considered how
close she was to panic, and rationally thought about what the aftermath of
simply running away would bring. Where would she go? To the parking lot? To
stand next to the car? In what position? Just as she was near concluding that
there was no choice other than to fall back on her training, Miss Karen spoke.
"Kneel down beside me, slut. Get out the cd player and the cassette player."
Slut was greatly relieved to be providing service rather than dealing with
uncertainty. She much preferred staying active, probably because her life had
become one of work and service and little rest. Miss Karen instructed her to
first place the headphones connected to the cd player on her own head to adjust
the volume properly before putting them on Miss Karen's head. When this was
done, she was told to put the cassette player's headphones on, to clip the
player to the back of her thong bottoms, and to turn it on. She was then told
to get on all fours beside Miss Karen and not to move until told otherwise. She
rather sheepishly assumed the position in the manner that she had been taught,
with her knees spread, back arched, and chin high. One of the objectives of the
position, aside from being sexually enticing, was to present a level back on
which things could be placed. Miss Karen laid her cd player in the middle of
slut's back, beside her sunglasses, which she had removed.
Miss Karen's cd was a live performance of the Philadelphia Philharmonic
Orchestra, slut's tape was an assemblage of recordings of slut having sex. Some
she had heard over and over again because they were the audio portions of the
videos Miss Karen frequently made her watch that depicted her engaged in various
sex acts with multiple partners. Others were sound recordings that she
previously had no idea were being recorded. She heard herself being used by
Ralph that last time out by the pool in her back yard. She listened to the
sounds of multiple blowjobs being given as part of her Thursday night
assignments. She even listened to the complete recording of her two encounters
with Tom Parker, the principal, and her performance in the student's van at the
end of the last day of school. Miss Karen had bugged her purse, slut knew. It
was the only way it could have been done. She was not angered or upset by this
knowledge. Oddly, she felt a sense of comfort that Miss Karen had been keeping
tabs on her all along, even when she had no idea of it. Slut took it as a sign
of interest, and she felt reassured.
What was not reassuring was the effect of being placed in this position in
public while listening to herself being fucked, sucking, or in the preparatory
phases of both. It was an exceptionally erotic and arousing tape, and it was
sure to have it's effects on any listener.
Slut was somewhat grateful that she at least still had the little mesh top on.
Unfortunately her breasts, hanging straight down as they were in this position,
pressed against the mesh, emphasizing the way in which her nipples protruded
through it. She felt like a milk cow with dangling udders. A horny milk cow,
anyway. She had kept her eyes closed despite her head being held high as was
required in this position. She knew this couldn't go on indefinitely and that
she had to open them at some point. But, she chose to wait until she could calm
down a bit before risking the kind of stress that might come from making eye
contact with strangers while kneeling so wantonly next to her owner.
The heat was still oppressive as sweat beaded up on every exposed surface of her
skin and ran in rivulets down into the sand. She imagined herself being the
only female on the beach, and dozens of men lined up behind her, to use her.
She could see them in her mind's eye, as though watching from a distance. They
were not all gorgeous hunks as most would fantasize, but a random cross section
of men, their only commonality being the hard cocks, ready to sample the sweaty
slut. She imagined a camera crew circling, getting the best angles, zooming in
on her face, her nipples. Miss Karen was watching, too. With friends, and
laughing. It was all so much fun to her, to see the whore doing what whores do.
She imagined herself wanting a cock in her mouth, too. The images playing out
in her imagination were in perfect concert with the sounds of sex that played
loudly in her ears. She distinctly heard Ralph smacking her ass as he drove his
beautiful cock deep into her bowels. She was moaning in pleasure and pain,
working hard to take his entire length. It was deliciously lewd getting fucked
poolside by a black man. In her own back yard. It was...
Suddenly she was pulled out of her quick departure from reality by a tap on her
back. It was Miss Karen. Slut couldn't kneel up without causing Miss Karen's
cd player to fall, so she reached up with her left hand to pull off the
headphones. She was pointing in front of slut. "You're being rude. That nice
lady is speaking to you, slut." Miss Karen nodded at the lady, smiling.
Slut turned her head forward, seeing the woman in front of her. She lay on her
side, smiling. Slut noticed the pageboy haircut and the nice figure. The woman
appeared to be with a man who seemed to be sleeping on the other side of her.
She looked to be about slut's age, if not a little younger. She seemed to be
waiting for slut to say something first. "Don't be shy. Speak up.", Miss Karen
said in a bemused tone. Of course she would take every opportunity to get some
entertainment out of slut.
"Um. This slut is sorry, ma'am. This slut did not hear you." Slut couldn't
believe she had spoken that way to a complete stranger. What could she do? She
knew what Miss Karen wanted and she had to deliver or face something worse. If
her breathing had begun to return to normal while she was daydreaming, it was a
short lived respite. Now her breaths were shallow and coming with more
frequency. She wondered what a panic attack was like.
"That's okay.", the lady said pleasantly. "I was just asking if there were more
where you came from?" She winked.
Slut didn't know what to say. She was so grateful when Miss Karen answered for
her. "One of a kind. They don't grown on trees. And, I've used my quota of
cliches for the day."
The lady laughed. "Well, she certainly is causing a stir!"
Oh, God!, slut thought. She didn't want to look around. Miss Karen hadn't
responded.
"Does she always come to the beach like that?"
"She enjoys being shown off.", Miss Karen answered casually.
The woman was thinking. Slut wished she were somewhere else. She didn't care
where. She thought everyone on the beach was looking at her.
"Well, she certainly has the body for it."
"Thank you!", Miss Karen replied. Slut felt a warm glow at the realization that
her owner had just taken credit for her appearance. It was the sort of exchange
you could expect to hear if the subject were a dog.
"Did I hear you call her...slut?"
"Yes, that's her name."
"Slut?" Her expression was one of feigned disbelief.
"Slut."
A long moment passed, then someone else spoke, off to slut's right. "Is she,
like, some sort of pervert or something?" It was another woman. It sounded as
though she were totally disgusted. "What kind of a name is "slut"?"
Slut could tell by Miss Karen's tone of voice that she was not appreciative of
the woman's comment. "Her mama didn't name her slut. I did."
"Oh.", the woman said sheepishly. Apparently she was adequately intimidated, or
at least aware that she was dealing with something more than a topical
conversation. Nosy types like her could never give it a rest, though.
"Well, what gives you the right to name her "slut"?", the woman asked
declaratively, as though challenging Miss Karen to a debate.
"The same right that allows you to name your dog "Spot"., Miss Karen answered.
"But she's not a dog! She's a person!"
"Yes. A person who has taken quite nicely to being called "slut". Do you
mind?"
Slut could see peripherally that Miss Karen had turned to glare at the ignorant
woman. The one who had first spoken was staring into slut's eyes. She knew.
She could see. She was smiling. "I sure wish I had somebody to go buy me a
cold lemonade."
Slut was petrified. Surely she wouldn't have to...
"Slut,", Miss Karen said softly. "Crawl over to the nice lady to get some
money. Put your headphones on, and go get her a lemonade." Miss Karen lifted
her cd player from slut's back.
Oh my God! Slut thought. Before she could be seen to hesitate, she simply
crawled forward to the lady, who had an expression of complete surprise on her
face. It took a bit of fumbling before she could come up with a couple of
dollars, but she handed them to slut, who soon enough found herself walking
across the beach while listening to herself sucking cock on tape. She hadn't
noticed before that she was so loud when she gave a blowjob. She concentrated
on keeping her eyes fixed on the refreshment stand over on the far side of the
parking lot. She knew she was being watched, maybe by hundreds of people. At
least now she wasn't being seen as the slave girl being used as an end table on
the beach. Just, well, just a topless woman in a thong with nice tits and
really long, hard nipples. All she needed to do was to concentrate on her duty
and to let everything else take care of itself. It never worked when she
thought too much.
Somehow she muddled through the purchase and made her way through the crowd back
to her fate, whatever it might be. She resumed her kneeling position before
presenting the cold lemonade to the lady, then returned to Miss Karen's side on
all fours to wait for further instructions.
"Thanks!", the woman had said.
"It was this slut's pleasure.", slut had replied quietly.
Before she could get settled into her previous position Miss Karen told her to
remove her top and to go take a quick swim in the ocean. She said she had five
minutes. This was a welcomed assignment for slut, who saw it as another few
minutes of simply being seen as a beach slut rather than a slave. She could
cool off a bit and wash some of the oil off her body that remained from her
sunning in Miss Karen's back yard. The water felt great, and she was more than
satisfied to be stared at by the boys who were flipping a frisbee around in the
surf. As long as they didn't speak to her or make any propositions that she
would have to deal with, everything would be okay. She had no idea how quickly
five minutes would pass, and she wore no watch, so she returned fairly quickly
to ensure she did not miss her deadline. Again she resumed the position on her
hands and knees next to her Mistress.
The rest of the day became a blur of subtle and not so subtle humiliations. She
spent much of the time first giving Miss Karen a nice foot massage, then the
woman whom she had fetched the lemonade for, then her boyfriend. Slut thought
for a while that she might be told to massage every foot on the beach. With the
tape constantly playing in her ears she couldn't help but be preoccupied with
thoughts of sex, and she knew this translated into passionate foot massages.
The boyfriend's cock was so hard by the time she finished with his feet that
slut wondered how he could control himself. Miss Karen had idled a few minutes
away slipping ice cubes into the slut's mouth. She slipped one down the front
of slut's thong, causing a little bulge that quickly melted away against her
hot, smooth cunt. The crowd gradually thinned to the point that it was only a
quarter of what it had been by four o'clock p.m. It seemed that Miss Karen had
preserved some of her fun for just such a time, when there was plenty of room to
run.
Slut had been told to retrieve a tennis ball from the beach bag. After handing
it to Miss Karen, she listened attentively as she got her instructions.
"This will be a fun game that I call "fetch". I will throw the ball and you
will run after it, get it, and run it back to me as fast as you possibly can.
It will be good exercise for you and good entertainment for me. If I feel you
are not moving as fast as you are capable, you will suffer. If you perform well
I may not make you run the treadmill tomorrow. Do you understand?"
Her chest tightening from the full knowledge of what was about to happen, slut
answered the only way she could, "Yes, Miss Karen."
Karen had thought about all of the wonderfully cruel things that slut might
suffer through at the beach and considered the game of fetch one of the best.
She knew the game was pushing the limit of good judgement so reserved the option
to play until such a time as the crowds had thinned and it could be done without
causing a major spectacle. It was a significant test for slut, one that Karen
was sure she was capable of passing. To play fetch satisfactorily would make
other public duties much easier for slut in the future. That wouldn't help her
today, though. As long as she didn't think, she would do just fine.
Karen rose up into a sitting position. She had played a lot of sports when she
was younger and knew she could throw the tennis ball a good distance. On the
hard, flat sand it would certainly roll a long way. To start out, she tossed it
casually about thirty or forty feet. Slut took off after it at top speed.
Karen laughed out loud at the sight. There was no way to preserve one's dignity
in such circumstances, and slut wasn't even trying. Her substantial breasts
bounced and jiggled as she ran after the ball, much to the amusement of many of
the onlookers. Karen saw heads begin to turn. A volleyball game further down
the beach stopped. Frisbees fell, uncaught. Slut stood before her, holding the
ball. "Place it in my hand, slut.", Karen instructed her.
The next toss was in a different direction. It was a harder throw that was
helped by the wind as it rolled far down the beach before slut could catch up
with it. Karen could plainly see the shame and humiliation on slut's face, but
that was not her concern. As long as slut dutifully chased the ball and
returned quickly with it, she wouldn't care what her facial expression was
unless she began to see contempt or hatred. That would require correction.
Slut clearly accepted that she was subject to Karen's whims and was holding
nothing against her. All of her efforts at molding slut into a functioning
slave were proving worthwhile.
Slut's large tanned breasts bounced and swung wildly as she sprinted back with
the ball in her hand. She looked much different than she had when Karen had
first taken her. Her skin now tanned to a dark, rich brown, her hair kept a
bright platinum blonde, and her body hard and lithe with the exception of the
well shaped tits crowned by her impressively long and thick nipples, she was
every bit as sexually arousing as many men ever saw. This was what Karen
wanted. The slut not only looked as though she were born to fuck and suck, but
she also acted and thought as if this were her purpose, as well. The attention
she drew established in Karen's mind that she had done well, both in her choice
of the former Carol Sizemore, but also in her transformation from conservative
school teacher and wife to depraved slut who would do anything for her owner.
Karen idled away the next fifteen minutes keeping the slut running. Satisfied
that she had gotten a good enough workout for the day, she ordered her to pack
up and return to the car. Without waiting, Karen made her way across the wide
beach carrying nothing but her keys. By the time slut, still topless, caught up
with her in the parking lot the car was started and the interior was already
cooling off. Karen popped the trunk open for slut to place the items inside.
When slut opened the passenger side rear door to get into the car, though, Karen
informed her that she would need to remove the thong first. She was quite
surprised that slut hadn't made any attempt to protest, let alone hesitate. She
simply reached for the little waistband and pushed them down over her legs and
stepped out of them. Completely naked in the public parking lot, slut climbed
into the car and pulled the door closed with nothing but an expression of relief
on her face.
Slut was almost shivering within a few minutes of getting into the car. She was
grateful to be off the beach and very much keyed into whatever mood Miss Karen
might display. She hadn't spoken yet, so slut suffered a great deal of
anticipation over whether Miss Karen had been satisfied with her performance so
far. She had been forbidden to get any sweat or tanning oil on Miss Karen's
upholstery when they had left her home, so she now sat upright on a towel,
avoiding touching anything. She felt very conspicuous riding naked in the back
seat, but this was offset, as always, by the hard reality that it simply didn't
matter. Her cunt throbbed for attention and her nipples continued to betray her
unfettered sexual desire. She longed for some sexual use that could bring her
an orgasm. It had been days and days since her last reward.
She recalled the shattering orgasm she had while she lay in the grass in Miss
Karen's backyard. Her legs splayed out widely while her owner tormented her
with sharp, cold jets from the garden hose. Slut had been driven nearly insane
by more than an hour of persistent teasing. She had been forbidden to speak but
had been told to use her body to coax her owner into spraying her cunt until she
could reach an orgasm. She had been tossed a bar of soap and ordered to wash
herself so that the water wouldn't go to waste. After that she had degraded
herself by engaging in a sort of sexual dance, designed to compel Miss Karen to
direct the spray onto the pulsing raw nerves of her neglected clit. She sucked
and chewed on her distended nipples and probed herself front and back with her
fingers, all in a perverted effort to gain just a bit of relief from the
overwhelming and constant gnawing of sexual desire that consumed every waking
minute of her life now. She closed her eyes, remembering the brutality of the
jet spray when it finally zeroed in on her long, reddened stump and ruthlessly
pushed her over the top in the strongest mix of pain and pleasure she had
experienced so far. Miss Karen could take her body places that no one else
could. She loved her.
Slut briefly worried that her cunt juices would soak through the towel onto the
seat, but realized she had no control over that. She was thinking again.
Thinking was not good.
Karen drove along silently, feeling no need to address her property. She was
looking for an opportunity, though. After about ten minutes she was finally
able to pull up to the left of a large delivery truck. She lowered the power
window next to the slut, providing the driver of the truck a clear view down
onto her naked slave. "Show him your cunt, slut."
Surprised at the sudden turn of events, slut turned toward the opened window,
licking the remaining perspiration off her upper lip. She pulled her right knee
toward the back of the car and leaned back, resting on her left hand. The
driver was a middle aged black man, grizzled and filthy looking. His eyes
bulged when he glanced to his left and saw the sight of his life. Slut felt so
nasty putting on this lewd display of her hungry, smooth cunt. Her nipples
stood out proud and firm, and her entire being was abuzz with a yearning for
action of any kind that involved a cock.
"Show him how wet you are.", Miss Karen told her.
Slut instantly began to slide her fingers up and down over her sodden pink slit,
being sure to graze not so gently over her distended, throbbing clit. It felt
sooooo goooood. She dipped two fingers more deeply into her love hole and held
them up, glistening in the late afternoon sun. She heard the man exclaim, "Good
God!" just as Miss Karen pulled out, leaving the fortunate man behind.
Disappointed, slut returned to her normal riding position as Miss Karen raised
the window next to her. She wondered, even hoped that Miss Karen might find
another chance to show her off so wickedly. Slut was ready for anything but
more waiting. She was deeply disappointed that she hadn't gotten the chance to
give herself an orgasm. It wouldn't have taken much, just a few more seconds...
