“Last weekend I was worn out, but also restless, so Shaw gave me a task. Friday night, he tied me up using nylon rope and then I had to make him come without my hands or my mouth. In the morning, I was still on edge so he strapped me to our fucking machine until I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Knocked him right the fuck out for the rest of the day,” Shaw said. It was true. I slept all day Sunday and was ready to go back to work and deal with a pain-in-the-ass client first thing Monday morning.
Brooklyn sits back and picks up the list again. She flips to page two and lets out a very formal hum of approval. “I’m trying to open my mind to what I want. Not just what I need. Be a little wild here, Brookie,” she says to herself. Then she picks up her pen. I watch her and Shaw as we finish our lunch in silence. Brooklyn takes her time going through the list, slowly eating her food. I clear the table, then continue to wait as Brooklyn checks and rechecks the list.
“Okay.” She sets down her pen and lightly slaps the table. “We can amend this in the future. Or, like, in an hour when I realize the fucking machine is not for me?”
Shaw and I both laugh. “Yes. We can amend it anytime. And we don’t have to start with the fucking machine,” Shaw says.
“Okay, cool. Real talk, I do like the idea of ropes and being tied up, but I’m not there yet. I’d like to watch, though.”
Shaw and I both share a nod. “We can work with that,” I say. “I like to watch too.”
“Cool. I can do outdoor stuff, but not public stuff. I’d like to keep my job.”
“So would I,” I say, thinking of the one time I asked to jerk Shaw off in public and how quickly we almost got caught. The thrill wasn’t actually worth the risk.
Shaw takes the list back from Brooklyn and gives it a thorough once-over, making a few notes before he hands it to me. I’m happy to see that her interests overlap nicely with ours. She’s interested in submission, but doesn’t have any experience with it. I smile at the little stars Brooklyn has drawn next to her big yes items. She’s hesitant about impact play with certain implements, but is open to hand spanking and flogging. She’s interested in playing with various toys that can be inserted. She’s made a note that she face slapping is a hard no for her. I had added a part that covered physical affection. She’s selected everything, but put a circle around hand-holding, hugging and kissing.
“Let’s head down to the beach,” Shaw suddenly announces.
“Right, the beach,” Brooklyn says, her smile still a little unsure.
* * *
Brooklyn
I try to just breathe as we make our way down the shrub-lined path, through the trees behind Shaw’s house. Roger leads the way and I follow him, trying to ignore the way it feels to have Shaw and Vaughn at my back. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe to show up and find them both in all leather, dicks hanging out, ready to slap me across the cheeks as I beg for permission to do, well, anything. But nope. We have lunch. We talk. There’s paperwork. I change into my red bikini that shows off every inch of my fat body and just barely supports my tits, but makes them look sexy as hell at the same time.
They both told me I look nice in their own way when I came back downstairs. Vaughn actually took off his glasses and did a double take. Shaw seemed less interested in my body, but I think that’s okay. He’d promised to tell me if we have a problem and that includes if he’s not ready to handle my truly plus-size figure. We’re just going to the beach to relax. I have my towel and a worn copy of JAWS I grabbed off the shelf in the sitting room. I listen to them talk about baseball and I keep my opinion of the Red Sox to myself, since it’s supposed to be a nice weekend.
Shaw tells me the beach isn’t far and, before long, the dirt path we’re walking on gives way to fine, white sand. Up ahead, the beach stretches out all the way down to the deep blue ocean. I feel like maybe I need more time to think. This quick walk didn’t give me enough time to really consider everything I’d checked off on that list. Maybe I should have said something before we left the house. Do I want to submit to Shaw? I think so. I just have no clue what that’s going to feel like or if I even want tolikeit. Neither he nor Vaughn are pressuring me, though. We’re just walking to the beach. No big deal.
The trees turn to tall grass and, sure enough, we’re standing on a nice stretch of private shoreline, a whole two-minute walk from Shaw’s back door. I have to know how much he charges for his custom pieces. Beach-backed property ain’t cheap.
“Hold up one sec,” he says as he peels off to the left. Pressed into the edge of the grass is a hand-made wooden cabinet.
“Isn’t this a bit magical,” I say, expecting a witch or a centaur to step out of the thing.
Shaw pulls out his keys and opens the big padlock that secures the doors. “Beats having to lug shit back and forth from the house.” Inside are four tall beach umbrellas, some beach chairs and a half-empty bag of charcoal. I sling my towel over my shoulder, ready to grab a chair, but Shaw grabs all three and then Vaughn politely moves by me and grabs two of the umbrellas. I follow them to a nice spot and get out of the way as Vaughn sets up the umbrellas to shield us from the bright sun. There’s a nice breeze, but not a cloud in the sky.
“So you weren’t kidding about this beach being private,” I say to Shaw as I look around. Way, way, way down the beach, I see the specks of two white people with a child. In the other direction, there’s nothing. The shoreline curves a bit, but I can’t see beyond it. Just tall grass and trees. I close my eyes and breathe in the sea air. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a beach. It’s been a long time since I’ve taken a real deep breath.
“Here ya go.” I open my eyes again at the sound of Shaw’s voice. Our little sitting area is all set up.
“Thanks.” I spread my towel on the chair on the left, drop my book onto the seat, then walk down to the water to dip my toes in. “Oh my god!” I scream as I run back up the hot sand.
“You gotta let yourself work up a bit of a sweat,” Vaughn says with a sweet smile. “Then you run in and cool off. Repeat the cycle again.”
“Oh, you have a system.”
“Of course.” He takes the frisbee he’s been carrying and finally throws it for Roger, who says fuck it and runs right into the waves after the bright orange disc.
“Wow, he really doesn’t mind the cold water,” I say as I bend to call him to me. I stop as soon as I see Shaw shaking his head.
“Nah-uh.”
“What?”
