Well It's getting cold around here and then Pej puts up a story about warm Mediterranean vacations and Nikita come up with a sexy new Avatar hanging out at the beach which got the old noggin cranking.

Place: East Coast of Florida betwixt Daytona and Melbourne Beach
Time: When it's cold up north and warmer down there
Cast: Sandy, and her best friend Master, as well as assorted surf casters and beach derelicts who would want to be an audience if only they were a bit quicker.

Sorry if this is a bit long for a "short" but I'm cheating and putting stories up here until the site's up and running

Without further ado:


Beach Bum

Sandy always looks so innocent when she's asleep. She'd snuggled down under the sheet, naked, but for her collar, a sweet smile on her lips. I almost hated to disturb her, but the sun would be up shortly. I flipped on the light and pulled the sheet away revealing her in all her delightfully naked glory.

" Oh god what time is it?" she mumbled yawning and rubbing her sleep filled eyes.

" Get up, hands behind your back. Now!" I snapped not wishing to discuss my plans with her.

Sandy's well trained so she scurried to obey, never one to upset her master. She stood with her feet apart and hands crossed behind the small of her back. I do so love the way she strives to please, but I also like to keep her on her toes. Still who would begrudge me a little kiss followed by a lick and a nibble on those delightfully displayed nipples. Once I was done nibbling we got on with the business of properly dressing my sweet sub.

I turned her about so she faced away, and pressed her hands together, palms outward. I prefer to use nylon three strand rope, a quarter inch thickness works well for intricate knotting. Three loops around the wrists and I cinched them and knotted the rope in place. The next loops, half way up the forearm were cinched and knotted. I quickly worked my way up her arms pulling her elbows tightly together then working higher still.

Once I was satisfied that her shoulders were forced back and her breasts prominently thrust forward I tied the rope off in a knot that I could easily release but of course she could not reach. I lifted her bound arms off her back and Sandy moaned as she was forced to bend forward. I released my grip and she straightened, her bound hands coming to rest atop the graceful curve of her ass.

" It's four thirty, the sun will be up soon. We're going to the beach to watch the sun rise." I cheerfully told my love. She probably wanted to complain about this harebrained idea, She definitely would have preferred sleeping in, but what can a poor girl do when her Master calls? Even if it is before the crack of dawn.

I rummaged through our dresser drawers and found a skirt, a dark, gauzy, cotton one, a bit longer than I approve of, but it had an elastic waist so it fit my needs of the moment. With her arms bound she couldn't dress herself so I held the skirt open in front of her and she daintily stepped into it. I pulled it up over her hips then gave her a playful swat on the tush through the thin fabric. I just love to hear that sexy little yelp of hers.

At the doorway we stopped to clip the ten foot walking leash to her collar and I slipped my left hand through the leash's handle, a mere formality, but one I do enjoy.

We stepped out into the predawn darkness, it was a bit cool and a breeze was coming in off the ocean. Even from this distance you could hear the surf pounding. Our condo was right on the boardwalk a hundred yards from the ocean, and at this hour we were assured a little privacy. Sandy was shivering though, so I wrapped my right arm around her naked shoulder pulling her closer, more for comfort than warmth. From a distance in the darkness we were the most common of sights. Two lovers headed for the beach, only a closer inspection would reveal that my beauty was topless, bound, and wore a collar and leash.

" Master, I need to go." She whispered in my ear, though there was no one around to hear her.
I sighed, we were only fifty yards from the end of the boardwalk, sand and saw grass were on either side of the path. With a nod I lead her off onto the sand. She squatted down as the wind tugged at her skirt. I hoped she wouldn't wet it.

" Come on little one we don't want to be late."

We'd become a different common sight; a man out walking his leashed pet, waiting impatiently for her to finish her business. I looked about but there was no one nearby; out along the beach I could see lights from a few scattered night fishermen still casting into the surf. She finished, rose, and was transformed, once more she becoming a lover at my side on a stroll to the beach.

We reach the end of the boardwalk a wooden stairway descended down onto the beach. The tide was coming in and the surf roared as it crashed into the sand. The sky to the east was lightening though the sun was still a few minutes away. Sandy stepped toward the stairway but the leash pulled her up short.

" Halt!" I order relishing the authority "Down girl" I would have her become my bitch pup again. Sandy squatted down on her haunches at the top of the stairway. A gust of wind blew her skirt out behind her revealing her lovely pear shaped bottom and I immediately knew what I wanted. I wrapped her leash around the wooden railing and squatted down beside her. She turned her head toward me her trussed arms were forced off to the right as she turned. Her expression was filled with curiosity and need. She wanted to know what I required of her She awaited my orders. At times like this I know why I'm in love.