A Summer of Submission Pt. 04

Marika sat in the bow of the red canoe as I settled into the stern. I welcomed the break from my work which had recently intensified. My Prof, who I was working for during the summer semester, had just loaded my plate or rather my Dropbox with a stack of undergrad essays. Oh man, did I write such crap when a first year undergrad? I was seriously earning my money going through and marking up the essays.

And one half of my primary diversion from academic work was on a break. Damn it! Sam, my master, had left the Lake for a visit to his work. He had been gone four days and it had been almost seven since our last session. In that session I had been spanked, whipped with a flogger, provided a blowjob while blindfolded and fucked hard. Enough to send any reasonable young woman screaming over the next hill, never to return, right? Wrong. The further removed I was from my Masters’ depredations on my body the hornier I got. I didn’t really understand where this lust for submission and sex was coming from. Maybe it was just the sex but I wasn’t sure.

When Marika had paddled over to meet me on my parent’s dock I guess my intentions were not that well hidden. After all, Marika was one half of my Dominants and the new experience with sex with a woman had been intriguing. Well, even more than intriguing. I found I loved the feel of tangling my legs in those of another woman and rubbing my breasts against hers while we kissed. It was a touch awkward at first but I think we were both surprised at how much we enjoyed sex with another female. And Marika was amazing when she went down and ate me out.

Alas, seeing the want in my eyes, she shut down my lustful thoughts immediately. She shook her head and said, “No Julie, we can’t. You know the agreement Sam and I have. We only do this together. No sneaking away and doing anything behind each other’s back.”

I whined, “But we could just cuddle and kiss. Would Sam mind that?”

“Do you really think I could stop at that. You know how much I crave your body.”

“Okay, maybe it would lead to some petting. Could we call up Sam and ask if that would be okay?” I asked hopefully.

Marika threw back her head in a fit of laughter, “Pet, are you becoming insatiable? No, no, you are insatiable and, no, we’re not going to call Sam. He’ll be back in a couple of days.”

I liked the sound of that, particularly the ‘Pet’ part. I responded, “Ma’am, thank you for using my play name. And maybe its the tedious work reading undergrad essays but yeah, I’m a bit horny now.” Marika laughed at that.

My admission about being a bit worked up was an understatement. All I could think of in my waking hours and frequently in my dreams was the sex with Marika and Sam. I had always thought of myself as being pretty normal sexually for a 22 year old. I had slept with a couple of guys and even had a relationship for a few months that I ended when I realized there was only a minor spark. Sex had been okay but there were no exploding fireworks. That is until Sam and Marika blew my mind.

While the sex was the big thing for me in this arrangement I was also becoming curious about my response to the submissive stuff. I only agreed to be their submissive – whatever that entailed – because it got me access to their bodies. However, being on my knees in the submissive position turned me on, which surprised me. And then, being blindfolded and lightly flogged really got my juices flowing, figuratively and physically. Julie’s whipping of my breasts had become borderline painful but afterwards I revelled in their aftercare and then Sam fucking me.

My gaze kept drifting to the raven haired woman, my mistress, as she paddled in the front of the canoe. Her back was flawless, the lines only broken by the thin strap of her bikini top. Her hair was in a pony tail allowing me to enjoy the graceful curve of her shoulders and neck. I was thinking how much I wanted to run my tongue over her soft skin and to kiss the pulse of her neck. I squeezed my knees together in frustration.

Our plan for the outing was to carry the canoe the short distance to an uninhabited lake for a swim and a picnic. I would pay for it later with a rush to finish the undergrad essays but the day was beautifully warm and sunny. Who wants to work on a day like this!

Marika interrupted my lascivious thoughts with a hesitant question, “So Julie, I’m curious about your thoughts on our last session, now that some days have passed?”

Not sure what she was getting at I replied, a bit nervously, “Thoughts on what in particular? You know how much I enjoyed Sam… umm… doing me at the end.”

She laughed,”Yes, I gather you enjoy my husband fucking you. That was very clear. You’re welcome by the way. I was more thinking of when I was whipping you? I think I got a bit carried away in the moment.” I dipped my paddle several more strokes while I contemplated her concern. Truly, when Marika was beating me with the flogger, on my breasts, I was alarmed at the wildness in her eyes. She seemed to be really getting into beating me, her submissive. I hadn’t expected the scene to play out like that. I thought Sam was the one who wanted to explore the sadism part.

I replied with my own questions, “I was okay with it really, although it did hurt a bit before Sam stopped the flogging. I would, however, like to know if you enjoyed that part of the evening? What was it like for you to whip me? Was it fun.”

Marika paused her paddling and turned to look at me. She said, “I’m not sure if I would use the term fun but truthfully I found it incredibly exciting to wield that power over another person, even if it was just playing.” Just playing for her but a bit painful for me I thought.

“Yeah, I think I get it, but it seemed more intense than just playing.”

“I think you’re right, but I just don’t know how else to categorize the moment. To have a beautiful naked girl strung up for me to do as I wished, her body turning red with the beating and knowing that I could continue to whip her most private places was an incredible turn on. You had and always will have your safe word but until then I was incredibly aroused by the power of applying pain. It was very sexual for me.”

“Yeah, me too!,” I replied and both of us laughed at the absurdity of that. In truth, I had really been aroused, a fact I couldn’t explain even to myself.

“Well, can we just leave it at the reality that you, Sam and I are on an exploration where we don’t quite know where it will lead us.”

“Yep, I’m good with that,” I agreed. What I didn’t say was I was was also feeling very turned on just talking about it.

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Once on the other lake we beached the canoe on a small sandy spit and after unloading the picnic basket I laid out the blanket for some sunbathing following swimming. On that subject I had a plan. I said to Marika, “No one else seems to be on the lake but us. Can we skinny dip?” I asked hopefully.

Marika looked at me thoughtfully for a few uncomfortable seconds, I believe, sensing that I was up to no good but she slowly nodded her head. “Okay, lets do it and we should keep an eye out for boats coming down the lake.” I squealed in delight as I began shedding my shorts and top.

“Hey you little minx. No funny business please.”

‘None at all,’ I thought mischievously. My corrupted mind continued, ‘Just let me bury my face in your chest and I’ll be fine.’

“No ma’am, of course not,” was what I actually said to my mistress with a big smile on my face.

Shaking her head, she admonished, “Pet, that would make you a bad girl and you know what happens to bad girls.” Oh goody, we were back in D/s mode.

“Please Ma’am, your Pet only wants to please you.”

“Julie, you know we aren’t in a scene now? We’re in friend mode until Sam gets back.”

I giggled, “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll try to behave myself.” A thought had been brewing in my mind for a few days now. I found the D/s play intriguing, incredibly sexy, sometimes intense, mildly painful at times but overall it was working its way into my mind in such a way that I was now thinking of myself as their toy, to play with as they wished, and I wanted to explore the feeling of submission more deeply. I wanted to know more about myself through this arrangement and I was formulating the idea that I wanted to be their submissive at all times, not just during a scene. I decided to test the waters, no pun intended, by putting the thought out there at the right moment during this outing.

But for now I wanted badly to soak in Marika’s body as she slipped off her shorts and pulled down her swimsuit bottoms. The knot was undone on her top and it was now gone leaving my mistress totally naked. A groan escaped my lips.

Marika giggled at my reaction and waved a long slender finger, shaking her head, her breasts swaying deliciously at me. “Now behave yourself.”

But really, how could a good sub not revel in the joy of her mistress’s body when the woman in front of me delicately stepped on the slippery rocks at waters edge. Marika was a goddess. Her legs were long, slender and toned. Her thighs were strong but proportioned beautifully to her lower legs and ass. I was following her into the water and just blissfully absorbed the legs that ended in a perfectly sculptured ass that flowed out from her hips deliciously. Her slender hips rose up into a lithe and gently muscled back that ended in a long elegant neck.

I knew from encountering Marika on one of her long runs that her perfect balance between softness and toned muscles was a product of the care she took in her appearance. I knew I wasn’t too soft and squishy but despite that Marika and I had touched on me joining her running regime. I wanted her to appreciate my body as much as I did hers, a considerable objective I thought ruefully. However now I felt incredibly drawn to press my body into hers and to wrap my arms around her and hold her beautiful breasts that sat high and proud on her chest. My body was aflame with need for this goddess.