"I had plenty of blankets on the sun deck with Lindsay," Pamela informed me. "I just wanted to come down and talk to you for a bit." The 30-year-old glanced over at Kristanna, then back at me. She then noticed Devon tucked away all nice and snug in the corner, sleeping like a log. "Am I interrupting anything? I will leave if I am."
Actually, Pamela had interrupted my conversation with Kristanna. Right when I had asked Kristanna if she was serious or not about being the third wife, Pamela showed up. I was not complaining, mind you. I would never tell Pamela that she had interrupted. Nor would I ask her to step away. But I did not get an answer from Kristanna. And I wanted one very badly. Unfortunately, it would have to wait.
"Yew did not interrupt anyding," Kristanna said in that sweet, melodious accent of hers. "Ve verr yust sitting and talking about silly stuff ourselves." Kristanna gazed my way for an instant before focusing her eyes back upon Pamela. "Yew could never interrupt us, honey."
Kristanna was a sweet girl. There was no doubt about that. We had not been talking about silly stuff, as she claimed. In fact, I think our discussion had been quite serious. We had spoke about not only my future, but hers as well. And I did not get that answer. I still wanted it.
But, Kristanna did not have it in her to be rude. So she told Pamela that nothing of importance had been interrupted. In reality, though, it had.
With Pamela no more than six inches away from me, I slipped both arms around her and brought her to me for a friendly, thoughtful embrace. I held it an extra second or two not because I enjoyed having her so close, but the jacket. Yes, the jacket. It provided me with a little burst of warmth. I was freezing cold!
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked her. "What can I do for you tonight, dear?"
Pamela glanced downward for a moment, then meandered toward the opposite wall and leaned back against it. My eyebrows raised, I looked at her expectantly.
"Everyding okay?" Kristanna wondered.
Pamela took a deep breath and looked squarely at me. "I feel as though I can say this in front of Kristanna, since she helps you run and oversee things on the island." I nodded my head at her as she continued, "But I wanted to talk to you about Lindsay, and some concerns I have about her."
"Oh?" Hmmmmm, I was not expecting that. Pamela had some concerns about Lindsay? "Do tell."
"Are you aware of what has been happening between Lindsay and Amy the past couple of days?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "No. What's up?"
I then recalled the conversation that Amy had with Pamela, Lindsay and Camille this past Friday evening. I watched from the voyeur room as Amy claimed to have popped Lindsay's anal cherry with a dildo. Not only did she make it sound like a glorious conquest for her, but Amy seemed even more gratified with the simple fact that she had gotten to that particular part of Lindsay's body before I did. Amy was still upset that Trish and I had took Lindsay's virginity instead of her.
"Lindsay and Amy have been spending an awful lot of time together," Pamela remarked. "Amy is my friend, Jeremy, but I do not think she is leading Lindsay down the right path."
"What do you mean?"
Kristanna must have realized that without my jacket, I was in a bad way. I could not hide it any longer. So, she retrieved a heavy blanket from the overhead compartment and tossed it around my shoulders. I quickly wrapped myself in it and offered Kristanna a gracious smile in response.
Pamela breathed deeply once again. "I walked into the room I share with Amy last night, and I found Lindsay on the bed. She had a gag in her mouth and she was spread-eagle; her arms tied to different ends of the headboard, and her legs bound to the feet of the bed. And her butt was a flaming red." Pamela glanced downward for a moment. "Amy had been dominating her. She had been whipping her."
"Did Lindsay have any sort of protest to this?" I asked, wanting to come across as professional and as level-headed as I could. That was fascinating and exciting news, but I could not over-react to the situation in front of Pamela.
"I don't think so," the 30-year-old answered. "But even so, I do not think it is right."
"If Lindsay does not protest or have any obyections to it, Jeremy and I cannot get involved," Kristanna chimed in. "Ve made dat decision long ago. Ve are not going to interfere vid anyding dat happens betveen da girls on da island." Her eyes flashing, Kristanna smiled and clarified, "Yew said dat ass was a ... flaming red?"
"Yes," Pamela nodded. "There were two straps on the bed. Amy had used them to to whip her."
"Did yew join in da fun?"
Pamela made a face at Kristanna. "No way!" Wow. Pamela even appeared somewhat disgusted that Kristanna would say such a thing to her. "I took the gag out of her mouth and tried to untie her, but Lindsay told me not to. She said Amy stepped away for a moment, but would be back. Lindsay told me to put the gag back in and leave the room if what I was seeing was upsetting me in any possible way."
Kristanna did not mean or try to insinuate anything bad with her comment. She would say things like that for pure effect sometimes. It was simply her nature. Unfortunately, Pamela did not know her quite like I did.
"I ... I was talking to Lindsay for a long time before coming here," Pamela added. "We had a good, long talk up on the sun deck. She has no problem with what Amy has been doing to her. I ... I couldn't believe it."
"Kristanna is right," I told her. "If Lindsay has no objections, we are not getting involved. That was our rule. I cannot tell Lindsay and Amy how to live their life, or conduct themselves, on the island. As long as it is mutual - and Amy did not force or coerce her into anything - I have no reason to become involved. Lindsay is an adult; she is old enough to make her own decisions."
"Lindsay is an 18-year-old kid!" Pamela shot back at me, a hint of anger in her voice. "How does she go from being this sweet and innocent virgin less than two weeks ago, to now being a bondage submissive who gets off on pain?"
A ... bondage submissive? Lindsay? Really? Apparently, I had not been in the voyeur room much the past couple of days. How could Lindsay the bondage submissive have slipped by me? I needed to come up to speed on things with her at my earliest opportunity. Fortunately, everything that happened on the island was archived on video within the voyeur room.
"Lindsay has a submissive personality," Kristanna said to Pamela. "Da personality profiler dat ve have predicted it. From her very first time vid Trish and Jeremy, if yew notice, Lindsay has done more and more. She vas in a seven girl orgy yust a few days after losing her virginity. Dat seven girl orgy turned into a seven girl gang-bang on Jeremy." My eyes went wide at the memory as she kept going, "Den da next day, Lindsay dresses up like a cheerleader for Jeremy. Dat vas a submissive move on her part. Lindsay did not have to do dat. Look at all da times she has had sex vid Trish. And den she let Amy plug her in da ass vid a dildo." Kristanna nodded her head. "Lindsay is vay more progressed than da typical girl voo yust lost her virginity a week-and-a-half ago. It does not surprise me dat she is exploring sex and submission vid Amy. It is in her nature to do so. Many of da dings she has done so far has been aimed at pleasing udders."
"I do not think it is healthy for her," Pamela insisted, looking at me. "Lindsay is the daughter of a minister. She talks about following in her father's footsteps and becoming a minister herself." Pamela stepped forward and grasped my wrists with her hands. "Tears, Jeremy. I saw tears. Lindsay's face was covered in them from that whipping."
"A good vipping can hurt," Kristanna surmised. "But some people get off on da hurt. Apparently Lindsay one of dem."
"I'm not asking you to get involved," Pamela implored to me. "But can you at least talk to Lindsay about it? She is no longer listening to Trish about the subject. God, Trish loves that girl and would do anything for her. Trish is scared to death for her. Trish is scared to death of what Amy ultimately has in mind for her. Lindsay even told Trish to stay out of her business! But out of all the people on the island, Jeremy, Lindsay would not shut you out. She would listen to you. Can you at least talk to her about it?"
"What am I supposed to say?"
"I don't know!" Pamela fretted, upset. "I just ... I don't think what Amy is doing with her is right. I ... I don't want Lindsay to make the same ... the same mistake ... that I did."
"Oh? What mistake is that?"
"Becoming a stripper at age 19," Pamela answered. "I got so entrenched as being a stripper that 11 years later, I still have yet to dig myself out of that hole. I wish I never got involved with stripping. That is what I mean with Lindsay. I do not want her to get involved with something that she one day regrets, and cannot find her way out of. Amy will manipulate and corrupt Lindsay beyond any and all reason if she is allowed the opportunity."
Kristanna nodded her head and glanced my way. "Lindsay has been going a hundred miles an hour as of late, Jeremy. Maybe Pamela is right. I do not vant da little girl to crash and burn. It could get ugly."
"Very well," I finally relented. "I'll talk to her." Still, what was I supposed to say?
"Thank you, Jeremy!" Pamela exclaimed, full of relief, as she tossed her arms around my shoulders for another embrace. The young woman squeezed even tighter as she said, "You have no idea how much this means to me."
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The following day, the time was 2:12pm when I found myself seated at the control panel within my voyeur room. I had yet to follow through on my promise to Pamela and speak to Lindsay about her new-found affinity for the submissive lifestyle. I had not witnessed her act overly submissive thus far, nor had I been keeping up with the passionate trysts she and Amy seemed to be having together more and more often. Before I could speak to her, I had to find out what was going on.
The current date was Monday, June 17, 2013. With the help of the voyeur room and its archives, I was able to go back in time, so to speak, to Friday, June 14. From everything I had gathered, this was the primary trigger point for whatever was currently happening between Lindsay and Amy. It may have only been three days ago, yes, but most things seem to escalate very rapidly here on the island. I have no idea why.
All activities on the island at 5:51pm on Friday, June 14, 2013 were now flashing across the various surveillance monitors on the wall in front of me. On one screen, I was in the kitchen with Louisa, the elderly housekeeper, helping her prepare dinner. Louisa usually did not want any help, but she was feeling a bit under the weather that particular evening and agreed to let me assist her.
On another screen, I noticed that Kristanna was lounging beside the indoor (heated) pool along with Pamela, Trish, Devon and Camille. The five ladies were busy chatting and, from the look of things, having a wonderful time together.
But my sole focus was the third active monitor.
Lindsay was in Amy's guest suite, squirming about as she sat upon the bed in a little, two-piece bikini swimsuit. Of course, Amy was beside her, running her long, slender fingers throughout the vixen's silky-smooth blonde hair. Intrigued, I enabled the audio so I could listen in.
"Everybody is gonna wonder where I'm at," Lindsay said, appearing a bit distraught. "I told Trish I would only be gone for a few minutes - long enough to get a drink in the kitchen. I don't want them to worry about me..."
"Wouldn't you rather be here with me, though?" Amy asked, a wicked, nasty glint in her eyes. "I mean ... think about it. You could lay at poolside with the others and talk about nothing. Or, you could be here with me in my room, and let me fuck your brains out like no one ever has before."
Lindsay squirmed about some more in response to those words. "Well, if you put it that way..."
"That's my girl," Amy grinned, as she continually stroked and brushed Lindsay's hair with her fingertips. "You're such a pretty thing. Did anyone ever tell you that, honey?"
Lindsay blushed and replied, "A couple of times. Jeremy tells me that every single chance he gets!"
She stroked Lindsay's hair some more and cooed, "There are a couple of things that I would be interested in trying with you - if YOU are interested." The red-head offered Lindsay a kiss on the cheek and asked, "Would you be willing to allow me to ... oh, indulge myself?"
"Indulge away," Lindsay giggled in response.
"First thing is first," Amy said, before her voice turned more dark and fierce. "Take your bikini off."
Lindsay looked at the 30-year-old with wide eyes, but complied with the request. She wiggled out of first her top, then her G-string. "Quick personality change, huh?"
"I don't mean to scare you, honey, or make you feel one bit uncomfortable. Not my intent." Next, Amy reached underneath the bed and produced a pair of silk scarves. "Let me live out this fantasy with you, Lindsay. I want to do things to you that you don't even know are possible. And I want to do it right now. First, I want to tie you up."
"You're into that bondage stuff?" the teen-ager scoffed.
"Come here, sweetheart," Amy breathed, embracing Lindsay with both arms and kissing her passionately. I watched with very interested eyes as the pair of ladies swapped their tongues together through a heated, open-mouthed exchange. Lindsay, whose taut, nude form was on total display, seemed to be succumbing to the idea of being placed into bondage.
"Are you going to let me do it?" Amy insisted, waving one of the white scarves before Lindsay's face once their kiss ended. Not getting an immediate answer, Amy buttered Lindsay up some more with another tongue-filled kiss.
"Oh yes," she finally replied. "Do it..."
"Lay down front-first on the bed, sweetheart," was Amy's instructions. Lindsay did as she was told, then squealed once Amy grabbed her right wrist and guided it toward the headboard of the bed. She double-knotted the scarf around her wrist, and then securely fastened its opposite end to a hole in the headboard. Amy did the same with Lindsay's left wrist; binding it with the second scarf and attaching it to the other side of the headboard.
"It's okay," Amy purred, kissing Lindsay's shoulder as the little vixen breathed in heavy, quick gasps. "I'm not going to hurt you. Well, I'm not going to hurt you too much, at least..." Lindsay whined at those words. I could tell that her excitement level was building by the millisecond. "Try to get loose, honey."
Lindsay squirmed about and did her absolute best to break free of the silk scarves which bound her wrists to the headboard. But it was no use. They were much too tight. The headboard was actually shaking, too!"
"Excellent," Amy grinned. "But I can't take any chances. I'm going to have to tie your legs up, too."
Lindsay moaned, then squealed once more as Amy produced a second pair of scarves. She double-knotted both of them over and around Lindsay's ankles, and eventually offered each a tug to make sure they were secure. Next, she spread the 18-year-old's legs apart, placing her feet upon opposite corners of the bed. Finally, Amy took the ends of each silk scarf and tied them around the bed's wheels on either side.
Satisfied with her evil handiwork, Amy took a step back and smiled. Again, this was not something that I was watching live in the voyeur room. This coupling took place three days ago. I wanted to find out what had happened to seemingly guide Lindsay down this new path in life.
"What are you going to do to me?" Lindsay quaked, maybe a bit frightened, as Amy folded a pillow and placed it under her waist. Now, Lindsay's sweet ass was upturned - and in all probability, about to receive a good spanking. I know that Amy had a definite interest in spanking. Of course, watching Lindsay writhe and squirm about against the tight, unbreakable bonds was enough to make me gasp in desire.
"I'm going to worship your body," Amy replied, that nasty glint still in her eyes. "But I'm going to do it in my own, special way. You just need to relax, honey."
Lindsay's own eyes went wide as Amy pulled a blindfold out from underneath the bed. Lindsay turned and shook her head wildly, but it did her no good. Amy slipped the red blindfold over her head, completely shielding her eyes.
"I can't see!" Lindsay whined. She was suddenly bawling like a cranky baby now. "Take it off! PLEASE!"
"Shhhhh," Amy offered in a soothing voice, her lips now close to Lindsay's ear. "You'll be okay. I'll make sure that nothing bad happens to you. You do trust me, right?"
"Yes," the blonde answered, her tone of voice still distraught, but a bit more under control. "But I can't see! Why is that thing on me?"
"It's better this way. Trust me," Amy countered, kissing her on the cheek. "You won't have any idea as to what I'll do to you next. Things will be more exciting for you."
"I hope you don't intend to hurt me," Lindsay fretted. "I ... I'll tell Jeremy if you do! You'll be in trouble!"
I chuckled inwardly as Amy began to shed her own clothing. First it was her sandals, then her red tank-top, and the matching pair of short-shorts. She tossed the items elsewhere, then stepped out of her white G-string and kicked it into literal oblivion. "I will try to be soft and gentle with you," Amy purred. "But I can't promise anything. You have been a bad girl - keeping yourself from me for as long as you did. Both you and I know what happens to bad girls."
"They g-get pu-pu-pu-punished?" Lindsay sobbed.
Oh wow, I thought inwardly. This was something new.
Having foregone the use of a bra (which did not surprise me), Amy was now totally nude. What an incredibly-stacked, lovely woman, I said to myself. No wonder she had such a large group of boyfriends in her hometown of Cincinnati.
"Oh God ... what are you doing?" Lindsay asked, her head twirling about as Amy pulled her trusty bag-of-toys out from underneath the bed. "What's that noise?"
"Settle down," Amy told her, as she reached into the bag and retrieved a black leather whip. My eyes nearly exploded as I quickly zoomed in on the cruel object upon the monitor. Was it a cat o' nine tails? I was not sure. But if it was, I knew those could be quite painful with enough force. I then panned the screen back for a wider view of the action.
Amy seemed to be glowing as she held the whip up and let its leather strands caress her left arm and wrist. She kept an eye on Lindsay, who continued a losing fight against her unforgiving bonds. No matter what, she could not break free. I found it oddly thrilling to watch her try, though.
With an evil grin, Amy extended her arm back and let the whip fly. Its leather strands struck Lindsay's unsuspecting ass with moderate force, but made her entire body jump as she screamed wildly in response. Before she could catch her breath, Lindsay's ass received another blow from the strap. Then another, and another, and another...
"OUCH!" the shy and humble religious girl finally roared. "OWWWWW, AMY! OH GOD! MY ASS!" After just four lashes, Lindsay's backside was already a bright shade of red. It was also shaking and quivering about uncontrollably, too.
"I know it hurts, honey," Amy said, placing the whip upon Lindsay's upturned ass and sliding it about ever-so-softly. "But I can see that you like it. You like the hurt." Amy paused and asked, "Want me to continue?"
"Yes..." Lindsay breathed.
I gulped and cringed as Amy offered Lindsay a series of five more quick, unrelenting swats on her ass with that cruel whip. The little minx continued to scream out in an even mixture of pain and pleasure, her words now incoherent. Amy, of course, still had that glow about her. She seemed to enjoy having her dominant side on display like this...
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