Beach Tied

Title: A Day at the Beach, Unbound

The sun was high and hot, beating down on the sandy shore as Akari strolled across the beach, her lithe tanned body glistening with a sheer layer of sweat. Her long black hair swayed with each step, the ends brushing the small of her back. She wore only a micro-bikini that left little to the imagination, the red triangular patches barely covering her ample breasts and pert rear.

Akari is a fierce and dominant woman, unafraid to assert her sensual power. She sauntered over to where Shinji was setting up their beach umbrella and towels, her dark eyes grazing over his toned physique. Shinji, her long-time subordinate, had the physique of a Japanese swimmer – muscular and defined. However, Akari’s mind was focused on binding him.

“Shinji. Today, we will try something new,” Akari proclaimed, in her signature authoritative tone. “I am in the mood for some outdoor BDSM fun.”

Shinji gulped, both intimidated and aroused by this statement. He knew his Mistress lived for dominance and kinky games. “As you wish, Akari-sama. What did you have in mind?” he asked.

“Watch and observe, pet.” Akari reached into her beach bag, pulling out a colorful assortment of silky ropes. Her devious mind was formulating a nefarious plan. She tossed Shinji a towel.

“Lay there, on your back. I want those strong arms up.”

Shinji obeyed, spreading his towel on the warm sand and reclining across it. His muscles flexed as he raised his arms up and away from his body.

Akari took one of the longer silk ropes, double knotting it around Shinji’s wrists to bind them tightly together. She repeated the ritual with another rope around his ankles, leaving him helplessly bound. Her manly pet was now completely immobilized at her mercy.

“Mmm, you look so good like this, Shinji. Spread out for me,” Akari cooed, appreciating her handiwork. She pulled a blindfold from her beach bag, slipping it over Shinji’s eyes to heighten his other senses.

Warm ocean breeze caressed Akari’s scantily clad body as she walked to the shore. Her callused hands grasped a long, sanded piece of driftwood, ideal for her devious plan. She sauntered back to Shinji’s prone form, running her fingers down his bare chest.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, pet. I’m going to tease you… relentlessly. You’re going to squirm and beg… And when I see you breaking, I’ll take you right here on the beach. Just remember, you can’t touch me.”

Akari positioned the driftwood over Shinji’s hips, pressing the thick sturdy wood against his rising bulge. She slowly slid it up and down his length through the fabric, watching him twitch and strain against his restraints. The effect was vulgar, obscene.

Shinji moaned, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation. Akari felt her own arousal growing observing him helpless and pleading. She tossed the wood aside and straddled his hips, the sheer fabric of her micro bikini bottom already slick with her wetness. She ground herself against the massive bulge barely contained by his swim trunks.

“Akari-sama, please…” Shinji gasped, his body writhing against the ropes. His manhood strained painfully against its fabric prison.

“Ah ah ah…” Akari tutted, leaning down to whisper wickedly in his ear. “You know the rules. You cannot touch me. Beg harder.”

She moved lower, sitting on Shinji’s knees as she traced her hands up his muscular thighs. She teased him mercilessly, slipping a finger inside his trunks to stroke the base of his manhood.

Shinji bucked, lost to the overwhelming pleasure. “Please, Akari-sama! I beg you, let me feel you…” he choked out desperately, hips bucking into her touch.

Satisfied, Akari finally freed his impressive length from its fabric cage. She stroked him firmly, reveling in how he writhed and whimpered under her. Just as she felt him tensing, ready to explode, she withdrew.

Shinji cursed loudly, incredulous at the teased denial. “Bandage-houtai! You cruel woman!” His voice was raw desperation.

A nonchalant chuckle rumbled through Akari’s chest as she removed her bikini top and bottom, letting them fall away. She shifted higher on Shinji’s bound body and positioned his weeping manhood at her entrance.

“Conditions have been met. You may proceed to worship my body,” she declared, impaling herself on his thick shaft in one swift motion.

“AAHHH!” They both cried out in unison at the intense sensation. Akari proceeded to ride Shinji hard and fast, ultimately bringing them both to climax simultaneously.

When the passion subsided, they lay entwined in the sand, breathing heavily, satiated and drawn. The public nature of their act only added to the thrill, the risk of exposure from passing beachgoers an exquisite aphrodisiac. Akari eventually loosened the ropes and seldom let Shinji sit back up.

They gathered their belongings and strolled back to the hotel, still not bothering to put on their clothes due to their soaring post-coital haze, leaving them naked. Some walked by, staring, but they didn’t care, basking in their post-coital haze. They had fun in the sand and it was thrilling, but they had no idea how to conquer the blocks that disrupted their relationship in the outside world. It was a moment that should be taken advantage of; otherwise, it could make things worse.

When they got to the hotel, Shinji quickly looked through the webcam. Akari flung herself onto the bed, still flaunting her naked body. “I think you have seen enough of that, my Dear. What’s next?” she smiled, still stairring at him naughtily