BDSM Island Excerpt
Copyright
© 2016 R.G. Bargy
Published
by Burping Frog eBooks
Merisha
Merisha
gazed out across the idyllic panorama.
It really should be Paradise: golden beaches with no one in sight, the
sea gently rolling in, the sun rising slowly through an almost cloudless
sky. It was made even more remarkable to
be seen by someone brought up in the squalor of an English city. What must be only a few months ago, she was
scraping by in a dingy bedsit with only a few unwelcome insects for company and
now she was here standing naked on a beach in the Caribbean; well almost
naked. Around her throat was a snug
steel collar, that glistened in the morning sun.
Strictly
speaking she was half naked in supposed natural attire for her race. She was more used to a T-shirt and jeans, but
now a loin cloth was loosely about her waist and her breasts were in full
view. Her almost black skin was not
troubled by the rays of the sun and the air was warm. Despite the unfamiliarity of the attire and
the slightly ridiculous flower in her hair she was comfortable and felt almost
free. Of course she was not free. Regardless of its open space and apparent
solitude it was a cage, a large gilded cage which she had walked into of her
own free will. Behind her the island was
coming to life, she must grab something to eat before her services were
required. She turned and headed for the
restaurant area. The view would still be
there and she had many years to take in its changing beauty.
Her
fingers strayed to the collar. It was
more than just a symbol of her status, it monitored and protected her and
served as a two way communication with her unseen masters, or at least their
agents. It was actually reassuring to
know that her lifesigns, blood pressure, heartbeat, breathing, were permanently
watched and alarm bells would ring if her health was in danger. It was locked in place but there was no hole
through which to pick open the mechanism even if she had the skill or desire to
do so. This was the age of electronics
and although much of the island seemed to have reverted to barbarism the
technology was still there in the background.
She
had already lost her inhibitions at being exposed for all to see. The staff in the restaurant did not even give
her a second glance. She did not need
money, everything was included in her contract, board, lodgings, medical, and
at the end she would be rich beyond her wildest dreams. In a bank in Switzerland was an account with
one million pounds in it, but she must wait ten years before she could access
it, and for that ten years she was completely owned: body, mind and soul.
The
food was five star quality. Merisha had
to be careful not to over indulge. There
was a gym that enabled her to keep her body in trim but her sweet tooth had to
be kept under strict control. For her to
survive she need to be lean and healthy, not that she could actually win the
battles she had to face. The odds were
always stacked against her.
Nevertheless, by keeping her muscles in tone and her body healthy she
would be better able to withstand the abuse it was being subjected to. Merisha could run one hundred metres in just
over eleven seconds but not with her feet bound tightly together or a
restraining chain locked in place.
Merisha
was a “Pleasure Slave”. A high class
whore available only to the very wealthy but unlike most ladies of her
profession there were no restrictions on what she would do, or rather, could be
done to her, save permanent injury or death.
On the contrary, there were always restrictions but mostly to her arms
and legs. People could have conventional
sex for much less money elsewhere. This
was a very exclusive resort with one theme in mind.
There
were about a dozen pleasure slaves on the island, most were women but there
were three men. She was the only black
girl. Tomiko was Japanese, most of the
others were Caucasian although Gretschen was an anomaly. Not only was her race completely
indeterminate she was also much older than the rest of them. Merisha wondered how she could possibly cope
with the exertions involved but Gretschen did not complain. Then again, complaints were not encouraged
here. Merisha had not realised how many
different ways you could gag someone until now.
Merisha
had, of course, heard of BDSM. She had
even done some research before signing up to this unusual contract, but no
research could prepare her for the reality of being a submissive slave. What makes a person restrain and abuse
another for pleasure? Why, if you are
stronger and bigger, do you still need to make sure your victim cannot move or
run away? And why would a woman want to
have another woman at her mercy? Of all
the people Merisha had served so far, but only a few had actually had sex with
her.