"I don’t know, Allison," I sighed. "Sometimes I find myself really liking it and then other times I think it’s... I don’t know... weird."
"Are you having fun with Brad?"
"I guess that’s the part that is weird. I like it more when it’s just the two of us. I like the way that he is with me. But some of these other people are a little too extreme."
"You mean like Marsha?" she grinned.
"Don’t get me started. You haven’t seen her at her best." I pulled her mat closer to mine so that we were facing each other.
"So how are things with Troy?"
"Oh man, I can’t tell you how many orgasms I’ve had the last two days."
"Yes, that does seem to be the perk."
She pulled my mat closer and whispered. "We actually had sex at a truck stop today in plain view of one of the truckers."
I buried my head in the mat and laughed.
"You’re kidding!"
"No I’m not. Troy pulled into the back of the lot where all the trucks are parked in rows. One guy was working on his truck, but Troy just ignored him and told me to get out of the car. I came around to the back of the car where he was standing and he told me to bend over and put my hands on the trunk. Of course I didn’t have any panties on and he just lifted my dress and took me right there.
"Did the truck driver see you?"
"God, yes... once he realized what Troy was doing he just wiped his hand on a rag and stood there and watched. I thought for a minute he was going to call the others over cause he kept looking around."
"Were you scared?"
"Well, it was exciting... kind of naughty feeling. But I wasn’t scared."
"Perhaps getting publicly flogged this morning wasn’t so bad after all."
"You got flogged? By who? Brad?"
"No, Warren."
"Just because, or for a reason?"
"I heard a noise last night and went out of our room to investigate and ended up watching some of the other guests through an open door. Warren caught me and punished me for being a peeping tom."
Allison laughed. "Was it worth the flogging? Who did you see?"
"Vince with Johnny and James."
"Oh my," she whispered, looking over at the two black beauties sun bathing next to Marsha. "That must have been worth watching."
"I’ve never seen men having sex before, have you?"
"Yes, a few times," she confessed. "There’s something raw about it – very powerful. Do you think you’ll come back again?" she looked over at Brad and Troy and smiled.
"I don’t know... once may be enough. I feel a bit out of my realm here."
"You don’t like it?"
"I like pieces of it, but not all of it. I could never be like Bridget or Miranda. I could never be a full-time slave to someone."
"Oh, I think I could." She had a blissful look on her face. "Spank me, fuck me, I’m yours."
"Well, there’s more to life than that, Allison, and you know it. This is fine for a weekend, but life is more than this. I’m trying to figure out how I can have a piece of this and my life with Mark."
A big splash hit the pool, sending Allison and I off our mats. When I came up from under water, Brad pulled me into his arms.
"All right you two," laughed Troy, lifting Allison out of water and then dunking her back under. "What is so interesting? You two have been gabbing non-stop."
"Guess, you’ll have to beat it out of me," teased Allison.
"That could be easily arrange," threatened Troy.
Brad wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock teased my bottom as we floated naked in the water. He moved us around slowly in circles as Troy led Allison out of the pool and into the house. The water felt so peaceful that I rested my head in the crook of his neck like a child. He held me tighter, and without even speaking, I felt closer to him at that moment than I had all weekend. There was something very safe about being in his arms. I wondered why I never felt that way when Mark held me. What was it about Brad that made me just surrender? Several minutes passed before he finally spoke.
"What are you thinking about?"
I chuckled at the question realizing that I couldn’t say, "I was wondering why I don’t feel this safe when my husband holds me."
"I believe I asked you a question," he repeated.
"I was thinking about how safe I feel when you hold me."
"Good." He twirled us around quickly and I pulled me head up from his neck. "I would never let you get hurt, Joni."
"I know."
"Lay back."
I floated on my back with my legs still clasped around his waist. He ran his hands up my stomach and over my breasts as I floated. I looked up at the fluffy clouds in the sky and thought about what a luxurious feeling it was to float so freely, feeling secure that he wouldn’t let me sink, and being caressed by him at the same time. He really was a Master in his own right. A Master at helping me to let go. When he finally pulled me back up, I started to kiss him, and then pulled away at the last minute. He raised an eyebrow at my sudden move and I smiled coyly.
"Why did you stop?"
"I didn’t want to be presumptuous and assume I had permission to kiss you." I turned my head away from him and scanned the others lounging by the pool.
"Why do I think there was something more?"
"Hmm..." I let out a deep sigh and dropped my head into his neck.
He kissed the side of my forehead and twirled me in the water. "What was the real reason?"
"I’m trying not to get emotionally involved."
"Oh, that one." We floated quietly for a few moments and then he spoke.
"Life is about taking risks, Joni. Calling me was a big risk. Coming here with me this weekend was certainly a big risk. Getting emotionally involved is a risk... for both of us." He rubbed his thumb against the pendant that hung from my collar. "As long as you have this on, you’re mine."
I looked up into his eyes and realized he was right. I had forsaken everything to be there with him. The current that pulled me toward experiencing my submissiveness was so strong that I was now wearing his collar – his symbol of ownership. Although it was only a symbol, I was respected by the other as his property.
"And yes, you do have permission to kiss me," he added with a smile. "At any time."
I grinned and kissed his chin.
"You’re teasing me now, aren’t you?"
"No," I laughed.
"I think you are!" He dunked me under the water by surprise so that I came up spitting out water.
"I was not!" I pleaded. I was laughing so hard that I knew he didn’t believe me.
"Oh yes you were!" I quickly plugged my nose and held my breath as he dunked me under again.
"Stop!" I cried, coming up out of the water, but soon I was submerged again. Finally when I he let me up, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. At first I was being playful, but his response was so passionate that I melted in his arms.
God, why didn’t Mark kiss me like this? I felt like I was being pulled in two different directions.
"I would suggest Warren turn a hose on you two," said Marsha sarcastically as she walked past the edge of the pool, "but you’re already in the water."
"Hmm... water torture," mused Brad. "I’ll keep that in mind."
Marsha shook her head and went into the house. Most of the others had either gone inside or were sleeping by the pool.
"I think I should get you inside before you start to burn," said Brad, dropping my legs from around his waist and leading me to the steps. "You have a big night ahead of you."
"Oh?" I pulled back a bit on his hand. "What kind of big night?"
He laughed and pulled me forward. "A big night of being mine."