Bermuda - The Complete Novel

Charlotte joined us for drinks, and relaxed in our company pretty quickly. She had the same friendly personality in person that she'd exhibited during our Zoom sessions. It didn't hurt that my Wife was great at drawing people out socially. However, my Wife couldn't resist licking her lips every once in awhile as she looked Charlotte in the eye.

A couple in their 40's sat across from us on the patio. As we got up to leave the bar, I noticed the man scoping Charlotte out. If he only knew...

We returned to our bungalow after a short walk on the beach. I ordered Charlotte down on her hands and knees at our door. This time she didn't look around or hesitate. My Wife attached the leash to her collar, and led her in to the middle of the room. She put a blindfold over Charlotte's eyes, and then pulled Charlotte up to a standing position. I started undressing Charlotte while my Wife stood there, holding Charlotte's leash. Charlotte's dress slid off easily. I started gently caressing and exploring her body then, running my fingers slowly around her thighs, shoulders, under her breasts, and the back of her neck. My Wife licked Charlotte's lips, grabbed Charlotte by the hair, and pushed her tongue into Charlotte's mouth. I gripped Charlotte by the back of the neck and pushed her into my Wife. I slid my other hand into Charlotte's panties, and fondled her ass. I worked my hand around to the front, and went to work on Charlotte's cunt. She moaned loudly at this. My Wife stopped kissing Charlotte .

"Are you about to cum?", my Wife asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"You cheap little whore. You do not come without permission. And you do not have it right now. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress, but...oh God."

My Wife smiled at me. She had been hoping for something like this. She slapped Charlotte.

"If you come without permission, your earlier punishment will seem like nothing compared to what I will do to you."

Charlotte controlled herself, even as my fingers massaged her cunt.

Charlotte's bra and panties were removed. I cuffed her hands behind her back while my Wife went to work sucking Charlotte's nipples. I undressed, and then pressed my body into Charlotte's from behind. I was rock-hard. She could feel my erection against her, and fondled my cock with her fingers.

My Wife put a nipple clamp on one of Charlotte's nipples.

"Ahhhh...."

"Does that hurt, slut?", my Wife asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Is it too much, slave?", I asked, as I rubbed her breast. "Should we take it off?"

Charlotte took a deep breath.

"No, Master. You can leave it."

"Good."

My Wife clamped the other nipple, and inserted a chain through the clamps. Charlotte cried out again, and then breathed deeply.

"Still maintaining?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. We like it when you feel pain."

"Thank you, Master. I know that's what I'm here for."

My Wife jammed her tongue back down Charlotte's throat. We sandwiched Charlotte between us as we groped and fondled her body.

I motioned to my Wife and stepped away. My Wife moved in back of Charlotte, and pulled down on her leash, leading Charlotte down to her knees. She grabbed Charlotte's hair, and I placed the tip of my cock to her lips. Charlotte took it in, and started sucking me off. This was going well. The sucking felt good (of course!). Charlotte didn't quite have my Wife's technique, but she was enthusiastic. My Wife gripped me behind the balls, and directed Charlotte with the iron grip she still had on Charlotte's hair. Once Charlotte was performing to her exacting specifications, my Wife leaned over to kiss me, and then got on her knees behind Charlotte. She cupped a hand under Charlotte, and started rubbing her clit. Charlotte moaned, and my Wife tightened her grip on Charlotte's hair. I grabbed Charlotte's hair to keep the pace right.

"Ooh, you like that, don't you?" my Wife said. "I'm going to do this while you suck your Master off. You will be punished if you cum. But maybe you'd like that."

Charlotte made a lot of sounds while she sucked me off, but amazingly, she held off her orgasm. I finally had my first orgasm in her mouth, and held her tight as I came.

"Swallow it, bitch, and make sure that cock is clean," my Wife ordered, as she stopped fondling Charlotte. Charlotte dutifully swallowed my semen, and licked me clean.

"I'm ready for some more pleasure from this little slut", my Wife announced.

"Fine, but let's not wear the slave out. Her mouth needs a rest. I've got another idea."

I led Charlotte up on to the bed by the leash, and had her lay down. Then I directed my Wife to cuddle up behind Charlotte, and pull our sex slave up onto her side, where my Wife could spoon her. This put Charlotte's hands in the perfect place, and Charlotte dutifully started playing with my Wife. I lay down on my side facing Charlotte's front, and watched her please my Wife for a little while. I played with myself until I got hard again, and put a condom on. Then I leaned in, pushed Charlotte's leg up for access, and entered her cunt. It took a little bit of shifting to get everyone set, and to get myself positioned to push my whole cock inside. But once I did, the fucking started. I'd already come once, so I knew this wouldn't be a quick fuck. This was a longer one. I started off kind of slow, just enjoying the feeling of Charlotte's young cunt for the first time. Once I revved it up, the fucking got intense. I couldn't come again easily since I'd just come in Charlotte's mouth less than an hour ago. So I got into that no man's land feeling of being on the verge of being on the verge. The only way through that is to fuck hard, and keep the pressure on the sensitive parts of my cock. It took me at least 30 minutes to cum like that (if not more). Charlotte was screaming as she was fucked, and begged to cum several times, but my Wife continually denied her. This was hilarious, since Charlotte brought my Wife to orgasm 3 or 4 times while she was being fucked.

The three of us were a sweaty mess when I finally climaxed inside Charlotte. Charlotte was the sweatiest of us all, and I'm sure she was sore. We just lied there for 15 or 20 minutes in that post-orgasm fog. My Wife was the first one to extricate herself from the bed. She removed Charlotte's blind-fold, collar, and nipple chain, and led Charlotte into the bathroom. My Wife directed Charlotte to clean her in the shower, and then wait outside the bathroom door while my Wife primped. Then Charlotte cleaned me, and was finally permitted to take her own shower. We were lucky the hot water held.

The three of us had an enjoyable late dinner afterwards. I noticed that same couple at the bar. We'd certainly worked up an appetite. We played a little in bed afterwards, before we fell asleep. We had yet to let Charlotte cum.

Chapter Four: I'll Bet She Thought She'd Never Get To Cum

My Wife and I woke up in a heap the next morning with Charlotte, our new sex slave. We kicked her out of bed and sent her down to the café with our morning order. This would be a daily task for Charlotte. Black coffee is pretty hard to screw up, but my Wife had the most complicated tea and croissant order possible. She always found something wrong with it, and sent Charlotte back every morning until it was right. These were grounds for punishment, of course.

Charlotte was also supposed to visit the concierge, to see if any packages had come. I had arranged for a few things to be shipped as surprises for my Wife. The first package arrived that morning, and I told my Wife to wait until later to open it. Charlotte sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and had her treats while my Wife and I lounged in bed. After we were done, Charlotte was permitted to attend to us as we showered. I used the opportunity to face-fuck her in the shower while my Wife primped in the mirror.

After my Wife had finished drying and primping, she sat on the bed, and had Charlotte kneel in front of her. Charlotte had her collar and a pair of high heels on. Charlotte was commanded to dress my Wife in a pair of thigh-high black leather boots, with four-inch heels. My Wife enjoyed watching the slave struggle to pull the boots up to her thighs. My Wife stood up when Charlotte was done, wearing nothing else. The heels were high enough to command attention, but not too high for my Wife to walk around in the room.

"No need for you to shower yet, bitch, even though you smell like you could use it," my Wife said, "you're probably going to work up a sweat right now. I, however, am nice and clean. I think a whore like you should take advantage of that, don't you?"

My Wife turned so her back was to Charlotte, and squatted to get her ass in Charlotte's face.

"Pull the cheeks of my ass apart, slave," my Wife commanded, "then push your tongue as far up to the front of my vagina as it will stretch."

Charlotte did as ordered. She pulled my Wife's cheeks apart, and pressed her face into them, stretching her tongue out as far as possible. My Wife used her fingers to press Charlotte's tongue into her cunt.

"Mmmm, that feels good, Slave. We'll get back to this later. We have other items on the agenda now, however. Bring your tongue back, over my asshole, and up to the top of the crack of my ass."

Charlotte dragged her tongue across my Wife's cunt, over her asshole, and got halfway up her ass-crack before my Wife grabbed her hair and stopped her.

"Ah ah ahhhh...this isn't a race. You aren't trying to get this task over with, are you? Is there something about it you dislike?"

"No, Mistress."

"You can be honest. Do you like the taste of my ass?"

"No, Mistress, not really."

"That's better. It's kind of disgusting, isn't it, getting a mouthful of middle-aged woman's ass?"

"Yes, Mistress, it sort of is."

"Yes, it's not something I would ever want to do. But I'm happy to make you do it. Any problem with that?"

"No Mistress. I'm here to serve."

"Get back to it then, slave. Nice and slow this time. Linger over my butt-hole. I want you to get the full experience."

My Wife let go of Charlotte's hair. Charlotte started over again on my Wife's vagina, and very slowly licked her way back to the top of my Wife's ass-crack. She made sure to linger over my Wife's ass-hole, probably out of fear that my Wife would make her do it again otherwise.

After I felt my Wife had extracted enough tribute from Charlotte's tongue, I blindfolded the slave, and attached the leash to her collar. I handed the leash to my Wife, and she motioned Charlotte up on her feet with it. I picked up my light brown leather belt and folded it.

"It took two trips to get my morning tea order right, didn't it, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Why?"

"Mistress, your order is so complicated. There is a lot of room for error."

"Are you saying it's my fault?"

"Oh God, no mistress."

"Maybe you're not up to the simple tasks."

"I am, Mistress. Please give me another chance."

I rubbed the belt along Charlotte's ass, and then rubbed it against her blindfolded face as my Wife talked.

"It's important to get things right the first time. We're going to punish you when that doesn't happen."

My Wife grabbed Charlotte's hair and tightened her grip on the leash. I gave Charlotte's ass a swat with the belt. She cried out.

"Does that hurt?", my Wife asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Tell us how many swats on the ass you've had so far, and ask your Master for another."

"That was one swat on my ass, Master. May I have another?"

I obliged the slave. She was whipped five more times, each progressively harder than the last. After the fifth swat, I put a ball-gag in Charlotte's mouth.

"That was a good start", my Wife said, "but now you need to learn your place with some serious discipline. You're not just a piece of fuck-meat. You are a slave. You are here to serve, and when we find that service wanting, you will be whipped."

I whipped Charlotte harder five more times while my Wife held her by her hair and leash. Charlotte screamed through the gag with each swat. I stopped, and then my Wife and I groped, fingered and fondled Charlotte. Then I whipped her ass five more times. She was breathing hard by the time I was done.

"I think that's all the punishment this slut can take for one day," I said, "why don't we give her some relief."

I handed a vibrator to my Wife, and lay down on the bed to watch. My Wife got behind Charlotte, who was still gagged and blindfolded, and hugged the slave tightly, pressing her curvy body into Charlotte's curvy body. She reached around to get to work on Charlotte with the vibrator, and grabbed a breast with her other hand. My Wife explored around Charlotte's nether regions, and found a sweet spot fairly quick. Charlotte only took a few minutes to warm up, and started closing in on her first orgasm quickly. My Wife retracted the vibrator before Charlotte could cum. It hovered barely an inch over her cunt.

"Is this what you want, slut?"

Charlotte moaned loudly through her gag. It might've been more of a scream, actually.

"You want to come, bitch?"

Another scream. Louder.

"You want me to bring you off like a submissive little fuck-toy?"

An even louder scream.

"You feel you've earned this, cunt?"

An even louder scream. Definitely begging for it.

"You will be required to thank me properly for this later."

With that, my Wife placed the vibrator back over Charlotte's cunt. Charlotte came in the violent, intense orgasm that she'd probably been desperate to have since last night. My Wife held Charlotte tightly in place as the orgasm took over the slave's body.

They repeated the process four more times. None of the orgasms were as intense as that first one, but they were all were pretty strong. They were also loud. Charlotte was a screamer. By the time my Wife decided she'd had enough of doling out pleasure to someone else, she and the slave looked like some eight-limbed animal covered in sweat. Cunt juice ran down Charlotte's legs. My Wife got a little exercise through the ordeal, as she really had to exert herself in holding Charlotte upright during the orgasms. My Wife gave Charlotte a minute to recover, and guided her on to her knees.

"Why don't you towel off," I suggested to my Wife, "while I get some use out of our slave?"

I removed the gag, grabbed Charlotte's damp hair, and shoved my cock in her mouth. I let her give me a fairly gentle blowjob while my Wife toweled the excess sweat off. I was already plenty hard and turned on, and didn't need to push our exhausted slave too much. My Wife dropped the towel, kissed me, and knelt on the bed with another vibrator (her own personal one). She bent down so that her face was on the bed, and her ass was in the air, and started playing with herself with the vibrator. She knew this was my favorite position for her, and the thigh-high boots made her look incredibly sexy. I left Charlotte on her knees, and went to fuck my Wife doggy-style.

"I want you to listen closely, slave," my Wife said, "this is what it sounds like when a man and a woman fuck after using their slave."

My Wife came quickly with the vibrator while I fucked her. I was getting pretty close at that point. After she was done, I leaned down to kiss her, pushed off, stood up, and shoved my cock back in Charlotte's throat. I came a few minutes later in her mouth. I didn't let her swallow, and told her to let the cum drip down her body. My Wife and I rinsed off in the shower while Charlotte stayed on her knees, cuffed, blindfolded, and covered in sweat and cum. We un-cuffed Charlotte as we dressed.

"We're going down to the beach, slave," my Wife said, "Clean yourself up. There are a few new dresses you can choose from in the closet. Make sure the maid comes in. I want your sweaty smell gone when we get back. After that, the next few hours are yours to enjoy. We'll let you know when to join us for lunch."

My Wife kissed Charlotte deeply and we left.

Chapter Five:

"Faster, you bitch, faster. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

That was the sound I heard as I swiped the lock for our bungalow at the hotel. It had started out as something indistinct, just another random sound, mixed with the rest of the ambient sounds at our seaside resort. I didn't even notice it at first, as I strolled up from the beach. But it slowly came into focus as I neared our room. The soundproofing for the rooms was decent, luckily. The sound wasn't too loud, but it would have been unmistakable if you had stood right outside the door. I noticed the couple in their 40's whom I had taken note of at dinner last night. They seemed interested in us. They lingered a little too long before entering their bungalow at the end of the outdoor complex. Chances were better than average that they had been checking out the sound.

That sound, by the way, was coming from my wife.

I entered our hotel room to find my wife standing, completely naked except for her stilettos, bent over, with one hand gripping a desk. Her other hand was stretched behind her to grip...

...Our slave Charlotte's head. Charlotte was on her knees, collared, with her hands cuffed behind her. The content of the package that had arrived for us earlier was in Charlotte's mouth. It was a dildo gag, with the leather strap wrapped securely around her head. A bottle of lube was on the desk. My wife was fucking herself on the dildo, and enjoying every second of it. Charlotte was literally my wife's immobile fuck-toy. I lay down on the bed to enjoy the show.

They were both covered in sweat. My wife was covered in hers, and Charlotte was drenched in her sweat, my wife's, and my wife's vaginal fluids. Those were not inconsiderable at that point, since my wife had had at least three orgasms by then. My wife said later that every time she looked back, Charlotte looked even wetter. This degradation just turned my wife on further, which made her fuck Charlotte's face harder, which made her come even more. They kept this up for about an hour. My wife kept up a constant stream of commentary.

"Faster, slave, faster."

"Fuck me, you bitch, fuck me."

"This is how a degraded fuck-toy services her mistress."

"Faster, pussycat, faster."

"Keep it up, or I'll whip the shit out of your submissive little ass later."

And my favorite...

"There, there, there, there, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.....that's it, cunt, that's it. Oh yes, oh, yes, oh yes, oh...ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

My wife disengaged herself from the dildo when she'd finally had enough. She downed half a bottle of water in a few gulps, staggered to the bed, and flopped her sweaty body facedown onto it. Charlotte, like a good slave, stayed on her knees until further notice.

I walked over, bent down behind Charlotte, and reached underneath. She was wet down there from her own fluids.

"You're pretty revved up now, aren't you?"

Charlotte nodded yes, as I massaged her cunt.

"You desperately want to come, don't you?"

Charlotte moaned through the gag and nodded yes again. I uncuffed her.

"Maybe later..."

I removed the dildo-gag.

"...If you continue to be an obedient slave."

I gave Charlotte a bottle of water. She took a few big pulls from it. She needed the hydration after her ordeal.

"Your mistress' body is covered in sweat. Go clean it. I expect you to know how."

Charlotte looked at me with a momentary hint of defiance in her eyes, and did as she was told. She crawled up on the bed, and positioned herself over my wife on all fours. I settled into a chair to watch.

"Start with the ass."

Charlotte dutifully went to work, licking the sweat off my wife's ass. She licked it clean, and went to work on the rest of my wife's body. My wife turned and shifted to give Charlotte access. She couldn't help her desire to dominate Charlotte, and grabbed Charlotte's hair a few times to direct the slave's tongue. After my wife was literally licked clean, they both lay side-by-side. My wife would still need a proper shower of course, but she later told me she enjoyed the enforced tongue massage.