A BDSM Retreat

When Diana stops writing and the sensation of transformation passes for the second time the changes are harder to process. You can still see the beach and some people on it are still naked, but your ballpark estimate would be that this applies to about two thirds of women and about one third of men. A few couples (as well as two small groups that you can see) are very publicly enjoying each other's company with men and women licking and sucking on their knees in front of sun beds and mounting and being mounted on the sand. Most (although not all) nude people regardless of gender carry marks of recent punishments; all, however, appear to wear collars. Sure enough, you can also feel one around your neck. Involuntarily you raise a hand to touch it and feel the leather held together by what feels to be a code lock. You are startled by Diana's voice.

"You're clearly into all this stuff, so I figured why limit it all to spanking. And I will give my own ass a break and see what all the fuss is about... From the safe side", your girlfriend says as you turn around. She is still fully nude and red-bottomed after the plane misfortune, but with the help of the Rulebook you know what she meant. She turned the place into a BDSM retreat, catering for a wide variety of fetishes; to make the experience more immersive, the establishment chooses not to recognise on its territory some commonly accepted social norms, including the Rulebook-introduced ones - the usual spanking of females (other than in the case of seriously breaking the rules of play and stay) and male beach nudity. You suppose this makes sense, much like in your original world it makes sense that everyone wears clothes but nudists in dedicated communities can agree to relax that rule amongst themselves. Until the end of the stay her ass will indeed be very safe... Whereas you will be subject to any treatment by any Dominant except when Diana says otherwise. You do not need the Rulebook to tell you the two of you are booked in as a Domme-sub couple.

"Let's hit that beach now, shall we?", Diana says, snapping you back to reality for the second time in what must be under a minute. "Yes... Mistress", you reply and your girlfriend grins widely, clearly liking the sound of that. You both return to your room, which has changed somewhat; for once, there has not been a cage big enough for you to fit into at the foot of the bed. Diana puts on the most modest bikini she brought with her, covering most of her marks. She does not want her newly gained status as a Domme to be undermined by a red bottom, clearly. Above it goes a beach mini-dress. You, on the other hand, do not even have any swimwear packed in this new reality; a part of you remembers laughing about it with Diana as you were booking the trip. In fact, you do not have much clothes packed at all and you do not get to put any on now. A pair of flip flops is all you will be wearing to the beach. You wonder how is Diana coping with the changes in her head as she finds the contents of your luggage to have changed. Outwardly at least there have been no signs of stress at all.

Diana and you pack the small beach bag together but then she unceremoniously shoves it into your hands. If there is one item between the two of you usually she would almost insist on carrying it, but she clearly wishes this holiday to be immersive in all ways. Obediently (happily, actually - you do enjoy seeing this side of her) you take the bag and follow her out of the room. You have been naked in public before, of course... But this feels different; you are not just being punished, your status has been reduced. Even in an empty hallway with only Diana next to you you feel more **** than you have on busy streets.

The hallway does not remain empty for long; from the stairwell another couple emerges and turns to you. A young Asian girl in a bikini, almost as tall as Diana and with a bust to match, is being trailed by a nude and collared white man probably in his 40s. Like you he is carrying a beach bag. Everyone exchanges friendly nods as you pass each other. You cannot help but turn your head for a glance behind. The man's buttocks are almost in as bad a shape as yours and Diana's; you wonder how often does he have the girl over his knee in their everyday lives. You are also quite certain you caught a glimpse of an end of a butt plug protruding from between his cheeks. They enter the room right next to yours. Wondering if the girl is bi and if you will run into one another again, you begin to walk faster to catch up with Diana.