I looked at Melanie, who simply looked down at her feet.
“So, I hope I proved myself, mistress…”
“Oh, of course you did. But still, I just want to let you know what would have happened if you had failed.”
She reached into her purse. What she pulled out was a contraption that looked like the cock cage I was wearing, except slightly smaller and more confining, and with one key important difference.
It was lined with sharp spikes, even at the head.
“I would have let you out of that cock cage you’re wearing, but I guarantee you would have liked THIS one a LOT less. After an hour in the Cock Torture Chamber, I guarantee you would have been in agony, begging me for forgiveness. And I would probably have never let you out of it.”
It made me shudder just thinking of wearing it, actually.
“But don’t worry, I’ll not only let you out of the one you’re wearing soon enough, but if you serve us well tonight, I promise you will earn a reward.”
She turned to Melanie. “So, do you think he’ll earn his reward tonight, Melanie?”
Melanie just blushed and looked away. “I don’t know. I hope so.” she said, weakly. I could tell she was kind of embarrassed by all of this, actually. I kind of wonder why she had even gone along with this little plan in the first place.
“So, Ben. I guess that means, we’ll have this cabin to ourselves. You won’t be serving Arielle, but rather, me and my guests, as my little plaything.”
“Well, then, what about the toilet? Doesn’t Arielle still need it for Danny?”
“Oh, yeah, don’t worry about that. Arielle’s not even here. She’s on her way to Hawaii with Paul. You’re the one being toileted tonight. I forgot to mention that. But don’t worry, it will just be us. We don’t want the entire club clogging you up, do we?” She laughed. “And, I won’t need your toilet slave services right away. I still need you up and about for a while.”
The “We” Part made me a little uncomfortable but this was not the time to bring it up. Tomorrow, maybe, after all this was over. The first couple hours before sunset were almost too relaxing. After getting the cabin ready, making sure the sheets were clean and the refrigerator stocked, She told me I could watch TV or hang out at the beach until they were ready, as long as I didn’t disturb any other couples who would occasionally steal away to the beach for romantic trysts. She left me there to hang out and get things ready, saying that she would page me when she needed me. After the sun went down, though, things got serious.
Without knocking, she burst into the cabin, leading Frank by the hand.
“Greet our guest, slave. On your knees.”
I obeyed, and crawled over to Frank. “Greetings.” I said.
“I decided to let Melanie have Tony for tonight, since you made her feel guilty. Maybe you should be punished for that, although maybe it’s not your fault, but…what the heck, I want to spank you anyway. Pull down your pants. Get against the wall!” she snapped.
She carried her small flogger in her purse at all times, whenever she felt the need to “correct my behavior.” Even off the island, she once broke it out and swatted me with it while we were at the grocery store together, to my intense embarrassment and the puzzled stares of casual onlookers. Only now, in this cabin, it was not just one or two playful strokes. She was whapping my bare ass with it, the hits coming harder. I was biting my tongue not to cry, but wanted to be tough, be strong, for her. Make her proud that I could take it. Meanwhile, Frank “Gusher” just stood there, watching her vent her frustrations on me, shaking his head. “Holy fuck,” was all he said.