Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 03

Chapter 3: "Athenaeum"

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-- Saturday, December 7, 2013 --

Eavesdropping on them from the comfort of my voyeur room, I smiled as Trish and Lindsay shared a rather intimate kiss just outside the mansion near the pool. The two ladies - both of whom were gorgeous, stunning, bombshell blondes - were also hugging and caressing each other at the same time. Even better, they had recently stripped all of their clothing off and were now completely and wondrously nude.

"I love you so much, Lindsay," Trish said, a very wide, far-reaching smile upon her enchanting face once their mutual kiss finally ended. "Being with you makes me so happy."

Lindsay giggled and tightened the embrace upon her shapely girlfriend. "I am happy when I am with you too, Trish. I am happy we were able to get back together after what happened between us earlier in the year. You know I am sorry for all of that, right? It was all my fault. At least now, you and I have the opportunity to make everything right. And we have."

Trish frowned. "Sometimes I still find myself holding back with you. I ... I'm afraid of saying too much, and possibly scaring you off again like what happened in June."

"You won't scare me," Lindsay insisted. "I'm different now. It's really okay if someone loves and cares for me. I consider it an honor that you love me so much. When we first came to the island, Trish, I was all confused. No one ever talked to me the way you did. No one was ever so nice and concerned for me like you were. It was too much all at once. I was scared. I did not want to make a commitment. But as the summer went on, I began to realize that this is where I wanted to be - with Jeremy, with you, and with the others. I am different now! Tell me anything, Trishy."

"Trishy?" the Canadian giggled. "That's a new one." She paused for an instant, but soon added, "Well ... you always tell me to be open and honest with what I say. Remember when you and I first met each other back in June at the airport in Miami? You had just flown in from Cincinnati, and I'd come from Toronto. We were boarding the flight to Lima. My WHOLE WORLD stopped when I got my first glimpse of you."

Trish smiled at the memories, then went on, "You had on your little black pair of spandex pants, the white concert tour t-shirt for Carrie Underwood, and a pink windbreaker jacket that I never really saw again. Your hair was messy but still really cute; you had it pinned-up."

Lindsay snickered. "I remember that! I had to wake up SOOOOO early that morning, and was not used to it. I was running late, and barely had any time to fix my hair."

"I was in love with you from the very instant I saw you," Trish confessed. "As I said, my whole world stopped when I saw you. I was like, OH MY GOD ... who is that? Is there a Miss Teen Universe beauty pageant happening in Miami that I did not know about?" Lindsay's face blushed a crimson red at those kind words and she even bit her lower lip as Trish added, "Then I saw the black wristband around your elbow."

Lindsay nodded her head. "I remember that, too. Jeremy asked all of us to wear black wristbands on our right elbow. I had mine on over top of the jacket. I saw yours, too. It was Jeremy's way of getting us to notice each other before any of us had even met. It was a smart idea."

"My heart melted," Trish swooned, "when you came up to me and pointed to my wristband, and then asked me in that sweet, innocent, little voice of yours, Excuse me, ma'am, but are you headed to Peru? An island off its coast, by chance?."

Lindsay giggled merrily. "I called you ma'am."

Trish shuddered. "I knew right then and there, I was not going to let you out of my sights. Ever. I wanted to drop everything and marry you on the spot. I wanted to take you home and play HOUSE with you for the next 50 or 60 years." Trish took a deep breath and smiled. "Nothing has changed since, except the fact that I love you even more now."

"Awwwww..." Lindsay cooed, as she linked hands with Trish and slowly guided her toward the mansion. "Come on, let's go back inside. You sat next to me on the flight to Peru and we became friends, Trish. We went to the island that night in Jeremy's big boat. I remember feeling sick, but you stayed by my side the entire cruise and comforted me."

Lindsay squealed and yelped with delight as Trish offered her precious, tight ass a playful slap from behind. Wanting her to move along, Trish slapped Lindsay's backside again. Finally, the little hellcat got the idea, and she scampered the final few steps into the mansion.

Once Trish joined her there, Lindsay gave the luscious 30-year-old a truly heated kiss. The pair of ladies moaned and shivered together as one, which caused my cock to begin to rustle about within my trousers and show signs of life.

God Bless the voyeur room!

I growled myself and watched with interested eyes as their kiss continued. Trish and Lindsay were exchanging tongues between their open-mouthed kiss. I zoomed in for a closer look with the hidden camera, which did nothing but force my pulsing shaft to finally reach its fully erect potential.

"All I've ever wanted to do is hold and kiss you!" Trish exclaimed once their lips finally parted. "Oh God ... you're the sweetest little thing I've ever seen in my entire LIFE!" Trish placed both hands upon Lindsay's humble, B-cup breasts and began fondling them. "Your body is so irresistible!"

Taking the compliment in stride, Lindsay reached out and cupped Trish's large, D-cup breasts. "And you have the best body I have ever seen on a woman." She pouted for an instant and added, "I can't tell you how many times in the past that I wished my breasts were as big as yours." Lindsay glanced downward for a moment and concluded, "Mine look like little mole-hills compared to yours."

"I don't want you to change," Trish stressed, kissing her girlfriend on the lips. "Your body is perfect the way it is. Every person on this island will tell you the same thing."

"Oh, I know," Lindsay smiled. "Between all of the things that you and Jeremy have said to me, and even the others, I am very secure with my body now. I used to be extremely jealous of girls like you, Trish, but not anymore. I am proud of my body and the way that I look."

"As you should be," Trish agreed.

"I always thought people wanted girls with big breasts like yours but now I know differently," Lindsay commented. "Not everyone is the same. And people like variety, too. All I have to do is put on a cheerleader or schoolgirl uniform, and Jeremy forgets about everyone else but me. He will even forget Kristanna!" Lindsay giggled and ended, "Well ... for a little bit, at least."

"Those uniforms you have are really, really naughty..." Trish smirked. "They make you look SOOOOO young." With a glint in her eyes, Trish went on, "I'd love it if you would put one of them on for me. I've never been with a cheerleader before ... especially one as sexy as you."

"The only person I have ever dressed up for is Jeremy," Lindsay murmured. "I do it because it makes him happy."

"Can you dress up for me?" Trish squealed, now pleading. "I would give anything to see you in that little blue and yellow cheerleader uniform you have, and then make love to you with it still on. Anything at all..."

"Anything?" Lindsay grinned. "Hmmmmm. Well, one thing does come to mind. You have to..."

"Plow that little ass of yours with a strap-on?" Trish interjected, nodding her head. She kissed Lindsay and said, "I know you too well, baby. I know what you want."

"Then all we would need is Jeremy's cock for my pussy!" Lindsay snickered. "A cock in my pussy and a dildo in my ass. Hmmmmm ... a dildo for my mouth, too. Krissy?"

Trish laughed and countered, "I think they're both a bit tired, sweetheart. Last I saw them, Krissy and Jeremy were talking about taking a nap or even going back to bed. You know that they had a really long flight from Maryland and then Florida yesterday. Air travel can definitely do that to you. It tires me out, personally, like nothing else."

"Tired?" Lindsay responded, shaking her head. "Bet you anything that Krissy and Jeremy are having sex right now. And that Devon is with them, too."

"I don't know, but I saw Amy with..."

"I need to have a talk with Amy," Lindsay said, her eyes flashing with an uncharacteristic amount of anger. "Jeremy told me something this morning, and I need to talk to Amy about it. She and I are going to have it out big-time."

"Oh?" Trish was concerned. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Just like that, Lindsay was all smiles and beaming with joy again. "Would you like me to go and put that cheerleader uniform on right now?"

"Oh God, honey," Trish responded, suddenly short of breath, her voice hoarse and weak. "I'd love for you to!"

"You go get that purple dildo that I like so much in my ass," Lindsay told her. "You know, the big strap-on. You might as well get another one for my pussy, too, because I want you to do me in both places. Meanwhile, I will go put my cheerleader uniform on, and meet you back here in five minutes. How does that sound?"

"You got yourself a deal!" Trish gleefully exclaimed, as the two ladies kissed and then temporarily parted ways.

"Hmmmmm ... she is early," I mumbled to myself, looking at my wristwatch, as the monitor here within the voyeur room which oversaw the long corridor to where I was located - the master suite - flickered to life. Walking along briskly, Amy had triggered the hidden motion detector that was linked with the surveillance system. "12:55," I nodded, standing up from the control panel and then making my way out to the bedroom.

I dreaded the idea of not being able to sit back in the voyeur room and watch Trish violate Lindsay's ass with a massive strap-on dildo, but knew that the cameras were rolling and I could watch their coupling in real time whenever I felt like it. Still, there was nothing quite like watching it live. But I had an important afternoon lined up with Amy. It was probably not going to be a pleasant one for her, either.

When there was a gentle knock upon the door, I was there to open it immediately.

"Hi Jeremy," Amy greeted me with a smile that was one part uncomfortable, the other part playful. "You told me after breakfast this morning to meet you here at one o'clock?"

I stepped away from her and moved toward the bed. "I did. Come inside, Amy. Close and the lock the door behind you."

The young woman was bubbling with anticipation. I could see it across her face and in her body language. Amy was under the impression that I was going to spend the afternoon doing things to her body that would make her cry and scream out in erotic mercy. She was only partially correct.

About once a week, I would turn totally dominant with Amy and treat her like a sex toy. Amy, of course, wished it was much more often (like every day), but I was still adjusting to the lifestyle and nuances of being a dominant man.

Plus, I still did not particularly care for the more harsh and physical play that Amy herself seemed to crave. Yet the physical pain and discomfort was what Amy enjoyed - it did things to her mind, she claimed, so I had to strike a safe balance where I could keep her happy and satisfied while not disturbing myself too much at the same time.

"Should I address you as Master right now?" she asked, hopeful, latching the door behind her.

In full dominant mode, I narrowed my gaze at her and retorted, "What do you think?"

"Yes, Master," Amy nodded, nearly stumbling over her own feet. "I'm sorry, Master." She quickly dropped to her knees near the entrance and placed both hands behind her back, then jutted her large breasts outward in an awesome display of total submission. She knew her to present herself to me.

"Take your top off," I demanded.

"Yes, Master." The slinky, little half-shirt, which fit her body like a glove, was literally off in the blink of an eye. Amy's bare breasts jiggled and swelled with every breath as she again placed both hands behind her back and arched her torso forward. She lowered her eyes, and I knew Amy would hold this exact position under told otherwise.

"You've been a very bad girl," I simply told her.

Without the playful tent in my voice that almost always accompanied such words, Amy appeared confused and even shook her head for an instant at the prospects. "What, Master?" Indeed, my words - and the tone of my voice - had confused her. "What? What did I do wrong?" I would never..."

"THIS!" I interjected, quite upset, jamming my tablet and the image it displayed in front of her face. It was a photograph posted on Amy's personal Facebook page, dated October 25, 2013, of a smiling Lindsay receiving a kiss on one cheek from Trish, and a kiss from Amy on the other.

I began to thumb through several of the photographs on my tablet, which were easily available to anyone in the world who had Internet access since Amy had a public profile. One picture was Kristanna and Devon snuggling and kissing each other near the cornfield back on the farm. Another was of me spraying Trish and Lindsay with a garden hose. And another was a topless Lindsay, though face-down and thus her breasts concealed, receiving a full-body massage from Trish.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BROADCASING OUR PERSONAL LIFE FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD TO SEE?" I erupted in a delirious, maddening rage, as Amy recoiled back, overcome with anxiety and fright. "YOU HAVE HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF PICTURES OF US ALL OVER FACEBOOK AND INSTAGRAM!" This anger had been boiling up inside of me since I first learned that these photographs were online two days ago. Now the anger was exploding; I had never raised my voice at anyone quite like this before. I wondered to myself if I would ever come close to this again. "WHAT THE FUCK, AMY? WHAT THE FUCK!" Nor did I enjoy using that word. I had really gone off the deep end here. But I felt it was more than justified.

Already trembling with fear, Amy was crying. She certainly did not expect this type of reception from me when I asked her after breakfast to meet me here in the master suite at 1:00pm. "I ... I'm s-sorry, Jeremy ... MASTER! MASTER! I'M SORRY!"

I roared like an angry animal at her. "SOME OF US - NAMELY MYSELF AND LINDSAY - ARE TRYING TO KEEP THE TRUE STATUS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP A SECRET FROM OUR RESPECTIVE FAMILIES! I do not think Lindsay would like her mother, or one of her sisters, to be idly surfing through social media one day only to come across a picture of her playing Twister with four other girls dressed in skimpy lingerie! Nor do I want any of my family to see me sitting in a chair, shirtless, with Devon, Trish and Lindsay crawling all over me!" My voice went loud again as I demanded, "WHY DO YOU HAVE THESE ALL THESE PICTURES OF US ONLINE? WHAT POSSIBLE BENEFIT IS THERE TO BROADCASTING OUR PRIVATE LIVES FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD TO SEE?"

"I'm sorry, Master!" Amy sobbed. "I'm sorry! I ... I'll take them down when I get the chance!"

"WHY ARE THEY ONLINE?"

"Because I'm happy!" she whined, her emotions getting the best of her. "For once in my life I am finally happy, and I wanted to share that happiness with my friends on Facebook and Instagram!" Amy began sobbing uncontrollably. "I'M SORRY, JEREMY ... oh God, Master! I'm sorry! I'll take them down immediately if you want me to! I ... I didn't think I was doing anything wr-wrong!"

I took a long, deep breath and was able to calm down quite considerably, yet I was still incredibly upset. "You didn't think you were doing anything wrong by posting photographs of our private lives on the Internet - considering the life that we lead - for the entire world to see?"

"N-No..." she cried. "I just ... I just wanted ... others to see ... how happy my life had become."

"You have over 2,000 friends on Facebook," I said to her. "You are accepting random friend requests from anyone who sends them to you. These people are not your FRIENDS. They are people who download your photographs and then alter them with programs like Paint and Photoshop for whatever reason, then put them on other websites."

I glanced at my tablet and began to rattle off some of the comments to the posted photographs. "I thought Amy wore a push-up bra but nah, she has natural tits dude! Sexy and hot. BOOBS! Lindsay is such a doll. I want both in my bedroom right now!" I narrowed my eyes as I read off, "You'd fit perfectly in a cage down in my basement." I then glared at Amy and demanded, "Are you doing this for attention? Do you like all these random strangers making lewd and disrespectful comments about you?"

Tears were running down her face. "Yes..."

"It's over!" I exclaimed, pointing toward the computer here in the bedroom. "Before you leave this room today, you will delete every photograph and post that you have on both your Facebook and Instagram accounts. You will delete the accounts if it gives you the option. And you will NEVER post a personal photograph from our lives online again. Do I make myself clear, young lady?"

"Yes, Master," she shrieked, trying to wipe away her tears. "Please don't be mad at me! PLEASE! Did ... did you tell any of the others what I had posted online?"

"Pamela told Kristanna and I about it two days ago in Maryland," I remarked. "Apparently, Pamela is one of your friends on both accounts. I also told Lindsay this morning." Amy winced at those words as I added, "Lindsay is not very happy. She is, in fact, quite angry. She says her younger sister, Alison, is on Facebook all the time, and all it would take is a couple of keystrokes - a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend - and Alison would see pictures of Lindsay and the other girls splattered all over her screen. Is that a way for Lindsay's family to find out that she is bisexual, and not engaged to me as we have them believing? Damn, Amy! WHAT were you thinking when you posted those?"

"I didn't think it would hurt anyone!" she cried, shaking her head in despair. "Oh God, I'm sorry!"

I shook my head at her as well. "Trish may be open about her life and the choices she has made with her family, but I am quite certain that she does not want the whole world to have access to her private moments and details about her sexual preferences. The same goes for Kristanna, who is not happy with you either. Devon? Devon is on the outs with her family and does not even really speak to anyone but her sister anymore, yet I know for a fact that she would not want them to come across her on social media in the way your posts and photographs depict her."

I did not want to say this, but I had to. "This was DUMB, Amy. It was DUMB of you to do, it was ignorant, it was reckless. You have placed the reputation and the sanctity we have with our families in jeopardy with your own careless nature." She was really bawling her eyes out now as I went on, "This was something the OLD Amy would have done, but not the NEW Amy. Or so I thought. I thought we turned over a new leaf in your life when our relationship changed. I thought you wanted me to take control. I thought if you were unsure or uncertain about something, you wanted me to make the decision for you ... NOT you. How could you possibly think it was okay to broadcast our lives on the Internet?"

"I'M SORRY!" she roared out, now a disheveled mess.

"Look at this garbage!" I exclaimed, pulling up more photographs and the comments attached to them. "BOOBMETER ... OVER 9,000. Let's mix in some sperm with that smile! Wow, this is the best picture ever ... Devon and Amy together. I just want to climb between your tits and live there forever. You and Lindsay should really make a porno together."

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone!" she insisted.

"You want me to dominate you?" I snapped at her. "You want me to take control of you and make you my own? Well, there comes a price with that when, as a submissive, Amy, you misbehave. Doing something so reckless and thoughtless as broadcasting our private lives for the entire world to see definitely qualifies as misbehaving. On your feet. NOW!"