As Stephen’s head jerked up quickly, he was thankful that Crimson had come in earlier that evening to remove the binding from his throat. Otherwise, slipping and dozing as he had just done, would have been quite deadly. He tried to shift, to relieve some of the strain on his shoulders, but the tingling along his hands would not go away. The tingling sensations elsewhere had him ready to scream. Those damn women needed to hurry up and untie him before mother-nature took hold. 

 He was frustrated, sore, annoyed, and going a bit mad, but hey, at least he had some great tunes to listen to right? The music, blindfold, and lack of discernible movement had him off kilter and lost for time. The stiffness in his body, mother-nature’s tell-tell twinges, and the grumbling in his stomach has him guessing that it was approaching mid-morning. His mind was felt like it was slipping.

 He jumped when he felt cotton slip around his throat. When it was tightened, he felt a body slide across his thighs, causing him to groan at the tinges and tingles from a night on the hard floor. The ear-buds were removed, plunging him into a strange silence for the first time in hours. He felt a mouth breathe softly along his ear-lobe sending waves to his groin, an area that did not need to be affected at this moment. 

“We have food, drink, sun, and fun for you…if you think you can behave for a few minutes,” said Crimson in a sensual purr. “If not, then you’ll get to sit here. I’m sure you’re sore, hungry, and,” as she pushed slightly on his stomach with a mischievous laugh, “more then a uncomfortable. I’m only going to give you one chance to answer. Do you understand what I’m asking you, Stephen-dear?”

 Stephen subtly shook his head yes. He wanted freedom. He wanted revenge. But, right now he wanted to pee…the rest would have to wait for a few minutes. 

“Good-boy” Crimson laughed, pulling the gag from his mouth, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Oh, poor baby boy, your lips are dry…we’ll fix that shortly.”

  When she pulled the blindfold of his eyes he was temporarily blinded from the flooding sunlight. Once his eyes could focus he saw the bright locks and brighter smile of the imp in his lap. She laughed as she smeared Burt’s Bees chap-stick on his lips, before returning it to her shorts pocket.

  “So, are you ready to go outside and join the Princess?” she asked sweetly, placing a glass of cold water to his lips. “She’s in the hot-tub on the deck along with your breakfast. Will you be a good-boy on walk on your own, or would you like me to drag your ass outside? I don’t mind the work-out, but there are better ways for me to use my energy.” She laughed with a wiggle of perfectly arched brows.

 Stephen greedily slurped down the cold water, realizing just how parched and sore his throat had become. He thought at first to call her bluff on dragging him, until he really looked at her. She was tall, lean, fit. Although he would have been able to easily overpower her unbound, he wasn’t in a position to fight. Plus, being dragged would leave him bruised and battered in places that were quiet exposed and didn’t need to be inflicted with splinters from the pine floors and  weathered wood decking. Looking at her again, he could tell she might be the kind of gal who knew how to take care of herself in a fight, especially if it was dirty. 

“I’ll walk, but never for a second think that I will be a good-boy, pet,” he calmly intoned. Crimson threw her head back and howled with laughter.
  
“Dear Lawd, Stephen, you do make this too much fun,” she smiled into his lips with a kiss. Before she stood she deepened the kiss sliding her hands along his torso and giving his nipples a sharp pinch. She laughed when she stood and walked away out of his view. 

 He groaned from the semi-hard state the kiss left him in. He looked toward the ceiling wondering for a second how the weekend was going to play out. His cock gave another quick twitch when he saw her return with a pole and knife. “What the fuck now,” was his simple thought?

 Crimson smiled as she loosed ties to the collar at his throat, sliding an end through an eyelet attached to the pole. Once the tied it off to the other end, she pulled slightly, pressing the back of his head against the pole, making it impossible to move without completely loosing his airflow.

  “Haven’t you seen the dog-catcher, baby? They always keep the mean puppies at the end of a stick ‘cause you never know when they’re going to turn on you.” Crimson laughed.

 Once she had him attached to her leash, Crimson slid around and cut the bindings from his legs then slipped back behind him to cut the arm bindings from the column, but leaving his wrist and elbows bound.

  “We’ll see about freeing you when you get outside, but let’s see if we can get some blood flowing to those legs of yours,” she said quietly. With that she leaned behind him and helped him stand making Stephen realize his earlier assessment was right, she may be lean, but she was strong.

   Stephen stood, not knowing if he could trust his legs to hold him as the blood began to pour though the stiff unused muscles. He began to slowly walk toward the deck door paying careful attention to the collar and unforgiving leash.

  A wicked smile spread across Gertrude’s face seeing Crimson lead Stephen outdoors.  Standing, she locked eyes first with the beautiful redhead, as the water dripped down her naked body.  The breeze from the Gulf instantly had her nipples standing at attention.  She cut her gaze to Stephen as she stepped out of the water reaching for a fluffy towel. 

  “I guess you are ready for some relief” Gertrude smirked walking past the two back into the house.  She returned in a flash holding Stephen’s jeans.  Walking in front of him, she pulled his belt slowly out of the loops.  “You know I am.” 

 Pulling the leather belt out of the last hole with a crack, she quickly moved behind him delivering three swift strikes to his ass.  “Do play along with us now.  We are going to untie you and allow you a brief amount of time to *ahem* take care of your business. You will be walking off the deck here and into the sand.”  Pausing, she admired the marks she left on his ass.  She laughed when she noticed his teeth were clinched. 

 “Anything else?” he asks.

Crimson pulled his leash enough to have him step forward.  “We are serious, Stephen.  Don’t try to pull anything or one of us will be holding your cock for you to pee” she smiled as she cut away the restraints on his wrists then loosening the ones at his elbows. Crimson then grabbed his middle finger, twisting and pulling back as she pulled his left wrist up towards his right shoulder. It was a painful twist without the sore muscles, because of them he was screaming inside. She tied the wrist to his throat, utilizing the middle finger again as leverage. The she smiled sweetly and barked, “Go.  The clock is ticking.”  

 Stephen anxiously walked down the stairs to relieve himself.  His mind was racing and his muscles screaming as his legs began to regain their range of motion.  “A fucking collar and leash?  Those two are mine” Stephen plotted.

He turned to meet Crimson at the bottom of the stairs.  “Just making sure you are behaving.  I know it is killing you to come back up willingly.”  She led him back up the stairs to an awaiting Gertrude moving a chaise lounge.   

“Here baby.  I want him here” she said giving the chair one last kick.  She turned and saw the smile form on one side of Stephen’s mouth as he saw the lengths of red rope in her hands. 
“Wait, I changed my mind.  Let’s let him take a quick soak in the tub.  It felt exhilarating this morning, and I know you are going to take off for a swim of your own” she stood firm dragging a nail down Stephen’s chest.

Finding and unbinding his wrists, Gertrude bound them together about 4 inches apart.  She yanked the rope pulling his hands above his head, but not far enough.  “Ahhhhhhhhh poor princess…not quite tall enough, are you?” Stephen laughed, the sarcasm dripped off his tongue. 
   
“Red….catch and pull” Gertrude tossed the excess rope over his shoulder.  Catching it, Crimson pulled on cue and Stephen winced as his shoulders were reminded of the aching from being bound all night, while being pulled to their limits.  
  
“Nice job, baby.” Gertrude slipped around and took the rope from Crimson’s hands delivering a quick kiss. She smiled internally at seeing his elbows pointing towards the sky, wrists bound behind his neck.  Gertrude moved quickly wrapping the rope around his chest and to his back again.  Sliding the loose end underneath that loop, she pulled the rope down and between his legs.  “Mmmmm baby. This rope should feel fantastic around your balls.” 
   
Moving around front once again, she gave particular attention to his cock.  She toyed with him, pulling the rope down the center of his ass, moving it from the right side of his balls to the left, growing wet herself watching the muscles in his arms flex. 
   
She pulled the rope eliciting another groan from him.  Pulling the rope snug, she tied off at chest level, leaving yet another lead dangling.  “Feel free to take off his collar, darling.  He is not going anywhere.” Gertrude smiled and grabbed the loose rope dragging Stephen gently towards the water. 
   
When the collar hit the floor, Crimson delivered him an open handed spank that even Gertrude felt.  “You kids have fun, now” she called out already half way towards the stairs. 
   
Gertrude eased them both into the bubbling hot water.  Once he was secured to the tub, she settled in next to his frame to watch Crimson take the final steps off the sand into the  ocean.  “I love watching her.” Gertrude inched a bit closer.  “I could sit and watch for hours, but I know you are probably starving.  Stay put.  Heh.”  
 
Gertrude slipped into the kitchen and made a quick omelet to go with the fresh fruit.  Returning, she set down his breakfast and opened a bottle of water offering it over his head.  “Open wide” she says with a smile. 
   
Pouring the water in his mouth, she couldn’t help but be excited about what the day would hold.  Gertrude felt another flush of wetness as she saw his nipples peak from the cold water pouring down his torso.
   
She eased into the tub again grabbing hold of the floating lead. She pulled Stephen up and forward, bringing him to kneel in the tub before her. Gertrude leaned in slightly, bringing her tightened nipples millimeters from his lips. She pulled up on the lead again, giving his sac another squeeze as he unconsciously licked his lips.  
 
“Are you hungry, pet?” Gertrude laughed wickedly, before stepping out of the tub, pulling Stephen along behind her. “Now that we have you cleaned off. Let’s see what we can do about feeding you.” She stopped before the chaise and turned, tilting her head to the side as she studied the ropes. 
 
“Sit” she ordered.  Rolling her eyes at the still standing Stephen, she raised the decibel level and instructed him again.  “SIT, OR I WILL HELP YOU SIT.” 
 
Reluctantly, he sat.  His tall frame allowed him the luxury of resting his hands on the back of the chair.  He naturally extended his legs.  Gertrude took another length of rope and secured both his ankles to the iron frame.  She was slightly disappointed that he was not in a more spread eagle position.  His long legs didn’t have to be spread far. 
 
She took particular pleasure sliding up onto his lap.  “Now, let me see here.”  She smiled being face to face with him.  Her eyes narrowed as she felt his thighs under her.  Arching playfully, she untied the lead at his chest and let the rope fall in the very small space between them, it cascading over his cock. 
  
“Whew.  Isn’t that a beautiful picture…your cock peeking out of my rope?”  Gertrude gracefully slid down and cleared the rope away biting her lip at the sight.  “I don’t need to remind you that this rope still runs up your ass.  If you try to move your arms down, the rope will rise.”  She tugged on a piece near his balls and watched him arch backward slightly.  “That would be one hell of a rope burn baby."

Sliding her hands down, she took his balls in her hands.  Never one to be able to resist a hard cock, she moved her mouth over his swollen head.  Applying pressure, she lifted him to one side both removing the rope from underneath him and placing his cock in her mouth at the same time.  Using her right hand, she grabbed the rope and then pulled back.  Still sitting on him, she raised up and used her other free hand to trace circles over his head, coaxing out delicious drops of pre cum. 
  
Exhaling, she stood and moved behind him and unwound the rope from his chest and extended his arms.  “That has to feel good.” 

Walking in front of him again, still holding the rope that bound his wrists, she was able to place his arms back in front of him from his sitting position.  She quickly secured them to the chair and walked the few steps to the tray of food she brought out.  “Here is the deal,” she said pouring a steaming mug of coffee in front of him, making sure he was close enough to smell it.  “I would like to allow you to enjoy your coffee and your meal.  I am going to untie your wrists and give you your left hand.  Don’t fuck with me as I retie your right.  Otherwise I will have to feed you, and you KNOW I have such a problem with patience.” 
  
“You cooked princess? Is it poisoned? Edible,” Stephen taunted.  

Gertrude snorted. “I always take care of my play pretties, baby. Even if it means doing something I don’t like…like cooking. Don’t worry it’s just eggs, cheese,  and some fresh vegetables.” She purred curling her nails down his torso, “we have to keep you strong after all.”
  
Securing his right wrist to the chaise lounge she was satisfied.

Stephen made a point to calmly and slowly eat the omelet and fruit, sipping the hot coffee in between bites. He wanted to see how long it would take for the Princess to begin pouting. He knew she hated being ignored. Instead he deliberately chewed while watching Crimson smoothly cut through the water with deliberate strokes.  
 
Right on cue, Gertrude slid the plates away and slipped into his lap. She straddled him, grabbing the free wrist and pulling it to the top of her thighs. Stephen clinched his jaw as his fingers touched the wet folds. He locked eyes with Gertrude and tried to push deeper. Gertrude laughed as she pulled his hand away and placed it to his lips.
   
“MMmmm, just a drop, just a taste of what’s to come, baby” she cooed into his ear, grinding her wet pussy against his now throbbing cock. “Just think, if you give-in, just think of what a wonderful time you can have.” 
 
With a flash, Stephen ripped his free hand free, pressing it to her throat. He squeezed as he pulled her ear to his mouth. “You have no idea what you’ve unleashed Princess. I will be laughing my ass off as you’re squirming in my ropes. Payback will be hell for you and your little playmate.” With that, his mouth went to her hardened nipple, sucking and biting painfully.  

Gertrude moaned at the pain his mouth was bringing her and leaned into the hand on her throat. A wicked grin covered her face as she pulled sharply on the rope attached to his balls. The two were locked in a delicious power struggle and Gertrude loved every second of it.  

Stephen audibly yelped when a hand pulled back on his tied . right hand, threatening to break a few fingers. His mouth disengaged from Gertrude’s breast and looked at the smiling and dripping Crimson.  

“Are you being a naughty puppy, Stephen,” she purred, pulling back a little more on the weak digits. Her eyes lighted mischievously as she looked at the flushed Gertrude. “I hope you didn’t leave too many marks…otherwise we’ll have to make it a little more uncomfortable for you.”
  
Gertrude laughed through her panting as she removed the now weakened grip from her throat. She coughed slightly as she tied his left hand to the chair. Once he was secured, Crimson released the grip and patted his hand, then ruffled few fingers through his hair.
 
“Goodboy, puppy,” she smiled before walking away to rinse off the salt and sand. “Yell if you need me beautiful. I’ll be back in a few.”
 
“You do know what you’ve done to me baby. You know I can’t stay like this.” Gertrude growled into Stephen’s ear. “My skin is on fire!” She slid her body along his long torso. Stephen held his breath as her hard nipples tickled his frame. Her taste was still in his mouth. “I know how you can share this with me baby,” she laughed wickedly. 

“You can let me go and I could slam fuck you against that railing, but I promise it would leave your ass red and swollen from my hand,” Stephen bit out. His cock was glistening from her arousal and he wanted to make her scream his name. 

“Mmm…that would be nice, but not this time,” she cooed, while sliding off him and through the living room door. 

When she returned with a long, thick vibrator, Stephen’s eyes grew alarmed. He knew that Gertrude was evil, but fuck if he wouldn’t break every rope if she tried that! 

She laughed as she read his thoughts, “that’s later, baby”. She slipped the rope along his balls causing him to arch against the friction. She then turned the vibrator on and lashed it against his sac. “MMMmm…how will it feel, do you think, to know that I’m filled, fucked, and satisfied, oh so close to you? So close you can smell it, see it, but not truly feel the quakes,” she gasped into his ear, as she began her slow  breach onto the toy. 

Stephen groaned as she began the slow ride against the faux member. The vibrations against his balls had him squirming, wanting more. Instead he was forced to watch her hand slide along her torso, pinch the swollen nipple his mouth had left bruised, before sliding lower to circle her throbbing clit.
 
He was so focused on Gertrude’s ride that he barely registered when Crimson came up behind him and began to run her hands along his torso. He smelled the coconut scent of sunscreen as her hands smeared and coated his body. She reached lower, circling his shaft and pulling it against the rope. His head fell back as he groaned against the rough feel of the rope and the smooth, silky hand holding him. 
  
Gertrude’s gasp became louder as a flush rose along her face and chest. Crimson moved around him to lower herself on to him, her heat joining Gertrude’s. He watched as she lowered her head to G’s breast sucking and nibbling the sensitive peaks. G’s finger wound around the long, wet tresses and pulled as she came violently.
 
The two women sat and kissed lovingly ignoring the aching, raging man underneath them. They giggled and the vibrations caused Stephen to squirm just a little more. When Gertrude slid off him and the vibrator, she reached down and turned it up, smiling at the look of it lashed to its purple twin. 

“So, puppy, do you mind sitting like a good boy while Princess and I head out for a run,” Crimson asked, laying back against his chest, eyes smiling into Gertrude’s. 

“Why ask me a question you know I have no choice but to comply with,” Stephen spat out. Groaning again as Crimson moved to lie fully on top of him, her ass nestled against his cock.
 
Gertrude laughed and leaned in to kiss the smiling lips of her playmate. She then leaned to Stephen’s lips painting his with the honey from her folds. “A little taste to think about,” she purred before walking to her pile of clothing by the tub. 

Crimson rolled over, tucking her hands under his chin, as she smiled up sweetly from his chest. “Don’t worry Stephen; you shouldn’t get too toasty while we’re gone. You have  sunscreen on all the delicate places after all.” 

“You ready, baby-girl,” Gertrude asked? “Don’t run me into the ground, after all I have had an exciting morning,” she added with a wink.
 
“The only thing I’m ready for, beautiful, is to get you out of that sports-bra,” Crimson laughed while pushing up off of Stephen. “But I’ll settle for a run to start with.” She leaned in and gave Stephen a quick kiss before running off to join Gertrude. “Enjoy the heat,” she laughed. 

Stephen watched the two running along the waters edge, his vision growing blurry from rage and desire. The vibrations along his cock made it impossible for his cock to quietly rest. He wanted to be buried deep in both of them and the knowledge that they were about to have him begging made his rage even more potent. He leaned his head back and screamed. Stephen swore he heard feminine laughter on the Gulf breeze….
 

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