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.