Sailing by Akai copyright 1993. He chuckled to himself in amusement as he and Copper clambered around the sailboat, getting ready to leave the dock. She was wearing sneakers , a black headband holding back her long red hair, cutoffs, a black t-shirt which had been subjected to heavy surgery, and a red bikini. He could just see the bottom of the bikini top as she worked the sail cover off of the mailsail. Everything went smoothly. The motor caught without fuss (will miracles never cease!) and they puttered out of the marina without incident. He lay back and relaxed, steering the boat, letting Copper raise the sails, as they cleared the outer bouys. It was a truly lovely day - the kind of day that burned his fair skin, but seemed to leave Copper's equally fair skin untouched. A few scattered clouds, a decent wind, a terrific picnic lunch packed, and time on their hands. Copper got the sails set to her satisfaction, then climbed over and snuggled next to him on the bench. "Kneel in front of me, slave." "Yes, master." Copper knelt down in the cockpit and bent her head forward. He locked a slim leather collar around her neck. "Now strip, and put all your clothes down below." "This is your parent's boat, my love!" "That is one demerit. Strip." She pulled her clothes off, a piece at a time, moving and stretching, it seemed to him, a bit more than was *strictly* necessary. When she got to her sneakers, she raised her eyebrows at him in question, and at his nod, threw those, too, below. She stood in front of him, proud and teasing, hands on her hips, shoulders back, legs slightly spread apart. He ran his hands up her smooth thighs, through her thick bush, held her around her slim waist, and shook her gently. "The headband, too." "But my hair will be in my eyes in this wind." "I thought of that," he said, showing her an elastic hair-tie. You may have this if the wind picks up enough to be a problem. And that will be another demerit for impugning your Master." "Yes, Master," with a gulp, this time. She'd managed to accumulate *five* demerits. Usually he used them soon after she incurred them - they were liscence to push her limits, hard, in some direction (safeword still applying, of course). This time he seemed to be conserving them - obviously with particular intent. The headband followed the rest of her clothes below. "In the basket you'll find a small bag - bring it to me." She dissappeared below, then reappeared in a few moments, with a red silk bag, Inside were a bunch of two by three cards and a pen. "On each card, write down one article of the clothing you were wearing. Make sure you include your headband and sneakers. For each orgasm, it doesn't matter whose, today, you get one chance to pull a card from that bag. When we return to the harbor, and for the rest of the day, you may wear only the clothing you've recovered. Oh, the sneakers are two separate items, as are the bikini bottom and top." Copper stared at him aghast, then burst into hysterics at the thought of walking into his parent's house wearing sneakers, headband, bikini top, and no bottoms whatsoever. They were both thirtysomething, so three orgasms each in the six hours or so until they returned was pushing it. She set to her task, handing her Master each completed card. Knowing her tendencies towards being a pushy bottom, he checked each card before putting it in the bag, chuckling at her careful notation of 'right sneaker' and 'left sneaker'. "Would you like your first chance to recover a card now, Copper?" "Yes, please, Master" He buried his hands in Copper's hair and forced her to her knees. "Suck me" She unzipped his jeans, releasing his aroused cock. Copper began to play with his cock, sucking on it, dragging her teeth gently over its head. She nipped at the head and felt his hands clench reflexively in her hair. As she set seriously to her task, she hoped no other boats were close, since he tended to loose track of the rest of the world when she gave him head. He pushed her head down onto his cock with the rythm she was establishing, mildly punishing the back of her throat, but increasing both their pleasure. When he was close to coming, Copper slipped a hand into the process and pushed him over the edge, swallowing his first wild ejaculations, then milking him gently, drawing out the orgasm. "You don't often have your hands free at this point, do you?" "No. Parts of you seemed to approve..." "All of me approves. You may draw one card from the bag." He opened the bag. Copper reached in and withdrew one card. Her face fell when she learned that she had just recovered her right sneaker. ********** They sailed on, enjoying the sun and the wind. Small islands sprouted near the shore from time to time. Despite her earlier protests, Copper did not mention pulling her hair back again. To her chagrin, her Master didn't offer her any more chances at recovering clothing pieces, either. He obviously had a destination in hand, though, since he regularly checked their location and mumbled navigational-sounding words to himself. After about an hour of steady sailing, he steered them into a small bay tucked into the landward side of a medium sized island. Copper could see a few other boats in the bay, but no people. Copper set the anchor while her Master changed into cutoffs (the closest he came to a swimsuit). He tucked the red silk bag into the picnic basket, dropped an inflatable swimming pool float over the side, and placed the basket and a blanket carefully on the float. Then they both slipped over the side into the water and swam to shore. The breeze after the cool water made Copper's nipples erect. Her Master noticed and smiled. "They look so pretty, pointing out like that. I think they need jewelry." He dug in the picnic basket a bit and pulled out two silver nipple clamps. Reaching for her breasts, he paused, and grinned. "Five demerits, eh?" Using his thumbnail, he twisted the adjustment screw on each clamp a turn or two, watching Copper's face. He slowly reached for one nipple and attached a clamp, watching her face. As he slowly let the clamp take hold, she gasped a bit, then he could see her eyes glaze a bit as she adjusted and began to drift into endorphin space. He attached the second clamp, then hung several small weights to each clamp. A light tap sent the weighted clamps swinging, and Copper gasped with pleasure. Such a little thing would not offset even one demerit, though, and she wondered how he would use five. "Come on, I'm getting hungry." He set off for a path which headed up into the trees at the edge of the small beach. Copper followed, but didn't fully return to earth, as every step kept the weights swaying. After a few minutes, they came out of the sparse trees into a slightly larger space, not really a clearing, but large enough to spread the blanket. Reaching into the picnic basket, he extracted a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. He uncorked the wine and poured Copper a glass. As he spread lunch out, she couldn't help but notice that, while tempting, the supplies were on the light side. Lunch certainly had not filled that basket! ********* "Wake up, slave!" Blearily, Copper looked around the clearing, and realized that her Master had not joined her in her nap. Her Master cuffed her wrists in front of her, led her to a tree, forced her to her knees, and tied her to the waiting rope. He pulled out a cat and began to whip her back and ass. Occassionally he would wrap the cat around her side to her tits, setting the weighted clamps swinging. As his strokes grew harder, Copper moaned with pleasure. He could see the branch above bend a bit as she let the rope support progressively more of her weight. "Well, hello." Copper looked up to see who her Master had addressed so sofly, and saw a child - no, almost a man, watching them from the trees at the edge of the clearing. "Come over and take a closer look. Really - she *likes* being watched. Isn't she beautiful?" The boy stood a bit taller, and edged forward into the clearing. He was really lovely, long black hair, strong features (with a bit of acne), graceful and gawky at the same times, in the way of teenagers. Copper thought. "That's right. Would you like to touch her? It's not often someone your age gets this sort of chance... It's really ok." "Doesn't she talk?" "Invite the young man over, Copper." Her Master gently played the cat over her back. "Please join us." The boy crossed the clearing in a few quick strides, though he still looked ready to bolt any minute. "Why are you beating her?" "Well, partly because she enjoys it, partly because I enjoy it, and partly because she's been a bit pushy lately. Would you like to try?" He lashed Copper a couple of times by way of demonstration, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her. He offered the cat to the boy, who accepted it dubiously. The boy stood still for a moment, then tried an experimental lash. "Try using your wrist a bit more." The boy tried a couple of firmer strokes, then ran his hand down Copper's back. "It's ok, you can touch her anywhere you'd like." At that, the boy ran his hand on down to her ass, reaching towards her snatch. thought Copper, spreading her legs as his hand reached between her cheeks. He slid a couple of fingers into her snatch, which was dripping, and felt around front to her tits with his other hand. "You could fuck her, if you'd like," suggested Copper's Master casually, "..cunt or ass, its up to you." "In the ass? Really? I've always wondered what that feels like." "Sure, slide a finger or two in her ass, you'll see." The boy pulled his hand out of Copper's snatch and pushed two fingers roughly into her ass. Copper winced, then relaxed as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her ass, well-lubricated with her juices. The boy was definitely breathing harder. He slid a third finger in with the first two and Copper moaned. "She could probably take all four fingers, you know. Why don't you try?" The boy was also becoming less shy, as he immediately slid his fourth finger in with the others, and began rather forcefully fucking Copper's ass, up to the knuckles and slightly beyond. Copper moaned in pain; the boy's hand was smaller than her Master's, but it was no child's hand! Her Master had never used anything larger than his dick on her. This hurt, but, she told herself, she could handle it. "I'm hurting her!" said the boy in alarm, stopping momentarily. "Ah, but she likes to be hurt, remember. As a matter of fact, she's been so bad lately that she's earned five demerits. At one demerit per finger, you're still one finger short. Have you ever had 'fisting' described to you? Care to try it on her? Your hands aren't quite as large as mine." Copper listened in dread as her Master explained the mechanics of fisting to the boy - how the fingers would naturally curl into a fist as he slid his hand past the thumb, the importance of not scratching her inside her anus, as she could easily be hurt. The boy's hand pushed at her asshole, insistent, and she went limp, striving to relax, as he shoved his hand completely inside her. It wasn't enough, and she screamed in pain as his hand curled into a fist. "Hold still, I'm going to help her cope." Copper felt her Master's breath on her cheek, then his hand on her clit, rubbing gently. Slowly she relaxed with increasing arousal, and moaned. "Now start to fuck her with the fist, and we'll give her an amazing orgasm." The boy pumped his fist gently in her anus, and her Master rubbed her clit more firmly, tapping the weights on the clamps to set them swinging. Transported by pain and pleasure, Copper came violently, completely out of control. Unprompted, the boy slid his hand out of Copper's ass, causing her to cry out in pain again. "That was neat. Can I really fuck her?" "Sure, as long as you wear a rubber - I have some, just in case. Or, if you'd like, she could give you a blow job. Tell you what, if its ok with you, you take one end and I'll take the other." "That'd be great, but I definitely want to fuck her." The boy pulled his shorts off, while her Master lowered Copper down onto her hands and knees. She felt the boy's hard prick pushing at her sore asshole. "You'll need some of this - condoms generally require it, you know," said Copper's Master, handing the boy a tube of lubricant. Copper felt her grip on reality slip again, as she was entered from both ends. The boy, already excited, came quickly, as did Copper's Master, much to her suprise. "That really turned you, on, didn't it Master," asked Copper, lying pleased, but limp, on the ground. "Thank you, Copper," said the boy. Much to her suprise, he then leaned down over her and kissed her. "Wow." Shaking his head to himself in wonder, the boy stood up, said "I've got to get going, but thanks again" and headed off into the trees. Copper's Master removed her cuffs, and delved into the picnic basket. Holding out the red silk bag to her, he said "That's *three* cards you may draw - pretty good." She dug into the bag and removed three cards. ******** Back in the boat, Copper contemplated her general state of exhaustion, and deficit in clothing. Her Master had not mentioned further opportunities to earn clothing to her, and she knew better than to ask. She was reasonably sure that he was no more eager to have her walk topless into his parent's house than she was, but she wasn't particularly horny at this point. Therefore, his continuing silence during the sail back elicited mixed emotions in her. Just as the outer buoys came into sight, he handed her a winch handle. "Care to try for some more clothing? You'd best be quick, too. I'll be annoyed if we're the talk of my folks set because you were playing with yourself in public. Stand in the middle of the cockpit, and fuck yourself. Be sure to insert it to its maximum fullness before you come." The winch handle was of the more expensive kind: the shaft meant to be inserted in the winch was sandard, but the handle was sculpted to feel comfortable to the hand - a rather large man's hand. All in all, it looked not unlike a butt plug. A large butt plug. "May I have some lube, Master?" "You're wasting time, Copper... the buoys are getting closer." Copper coated the handle with spit, stood in front of her Master and began to insert it, playing with her clit and grinding her hips a bit. He reached out and tightened the clamps a bit, then pulled on the weights. She gasped and increased her rythm, plunging the handle farther and deeper into her cunt. "Don't come until it's all the way in, bitch," said her Master, pulling hard on the weights. Just as the reached the outer buoys, Copper shoved the handle deep inside her, pushing her over the edge. As she started coming down off her climax, her Master tore the clamps off both nipples, causing to come again, crying out her pleasure. She collapsed to the bottom of the cockpit, head hanging in exhaustion. "Master?" "What is it, Copper?" "Is that one or two cards?" "Pull one, then I'll decide." He offered her the bag. She withdrew a card and looked. Her t-shirt. "Put it on, then I'll decide." She went below, and returned with the t-shirt on . The arms and midriff had been cut off the t-shirt, and her breasts were so full that the bottoms just showed below the ragged edge of the shirt. When she lifted her hands above her head, then the breasts showed to the nipple. "I think that is sufficient. If you want more clothing, you'll have to come again. I'm quite satisfied, and there doesn't seem to be a convenient lovely young thing hanging around. Also, you'd have to be naked until you finished coming, and it'd have to be out here, so I could see. Still, it's up to you." Copper looked at him and smiled. "I think I'll just cross my hands in front of my stomach and run upstairs when we get home."