A long, slow tease

The ladies' lavatory has a urinal, which is presumably where they get the female urine to sell. There's also a space for submissives to be chained, their mouths held open with dental gags to be used as human toilets, but it's currently unoccupied. Although you don't really need to go at the moment, you follow instructions and then thoroughly clean up afterwards, before returning to the bar. You can't resist checking out your back in the mirror as you leave and whilst your skin is not peeling yet, it is very pink, almost red from the sun and sand.

You find your mistress standing by the far wall, which is set up to restrain slaves in a variety of postures. Only one woman is there at the moment, her skin bruised by a strap and adorned with dozens of spring-loaded wooden clamps, like miniature clothes pegs.

Passing a **** giving her master a chair massage and another pleasuring her man while her hands are cuffed behind her back, you report for duty and Diana wordlessly starts securing you to the wall with arms and legs outstretched. She pulls the straps at wrist, elbow, shoulder, chest, waist, thigh, knee and ankle so tight that you can barely move a muscle and even adds bolsters either side of your head to stop you turning it. She also adjusts your collar, but you still can't see the colour.

"Open," she says, holding up a large ball gag with a hole through it, but she still needs to use some strength to **** the oversized globe past your teeth. The strap fastens you even more firmly to the wall behind and then she feeds a tube through the hole to the back of your throat and pokes the other into a large water bottle which she hangs from a hook on the wall.

"Suck." You do and almost immediately start to cough and splutter when water hits the back of your throat and you inhale a little, while swallowing the rest. The fact that your body hardly moves at all drives home just how helpless you are.

Diana nods approvingly and takes an eyebrow pencil from her bag to write Please Tease! in a stylish round hand on your abdomen. It's very neat, despite the surface being less than perfectly flat. She could moonlight as a sign writer. Next, she takes a roll of electrical tape and carefully covers your pudenda, preventing all access to your vagina or clitoris. Finally, she adds an eye mask, adjusting it expertly to completely block your sight.

"I'm going to explore the resort now, pick out an activity for later," she murmurs in your ear, running her hand over your breast and down your side to your hip. "Maybe I'll pick up a pretty unclaimed slavegirl and have her pleasure me while you're stuck here. Would you like that, for me to cheat on you while you're helpless to stop me?" She strokes your covered sex and you moan impotently, but your restraints mean you can neither reply nor even nod or shake your head.

Diana laughs and takes her hand away, leaving you aching with frustration. As she departs, she promises you some soothing aftersun later, if you're a good girl. She doesn't mention what you'll get if you're not good, but you imagine it won't be nice.

You hang in your unyielding bondage, trying not to think about what your girlfriend might be doing and with whom. Seducing a submissive is one thing, but the thought of her experimenting with the Rulebook is both scary and thrilling. Soon, though, you're distracted by the first hands exploring your body. You're sure they belong to a man and they're surprisingly gentle, caressing you tenderly and erotically. He adds his mouth, sucking delicately on the nipple Diana punished earlier and you start to breathe more deeply.

Robbed of your vision, your other senses are heightened, but you completely lose track of time. The first man is replaced by more and some women, too, singly and in groups. Fingers and tongues stimulate and tease, but never let you get too excited. You realize you're moaning constantly, but try as you might, you can't buck your hips against their maddening touch to get closer to the edge.

The people teasing you remain strangely quiet, but you overhear snatches of conversation from around the bar. Five, thank-you, master; please cane me harder…no, please, not the cactus, anything but that…do you fancy a piercing like hers?…it's quite safe, they have a doctor on hand, a surgeon, actually, to remove the testicle entirely if it's too badly damaged…how did you not know the butt plug vibrates?…it's funny, she likes the crop but hates the buggy whip…

You can feel a strange pressure building in your groin. It's a cross between wanting to pee and needing to cum and you've never experienced anything quite like it before. Every rub over the tape covering your sex makes it stronger and you desperately clench your muscles (whether in the hopes of intensifying the feeling or controlling it, you're not sure), but you're at the mercy of your tormenters, who show no sign of being merciful.

It feels like you've been teased for hours. You quickly learned how to suck water through the tube without ****, which has been necessary to replace the fluids lost through perspiration. Your skin is stuck to the wall and your hair plastered to your skin by the moisture and you're aching with desire and with cramp from being strapped in the same position for so long. None of the discomfort helps control your spiralling libido, however. Your cunt is burning and seems about to explode, when suddenly the pressure eases.

"Urgh, what the?" The expression of disgust and exasperation comes from the man stroking your genitals. You hear him stumble back and some scattered laughter from around the room. Your vulva feels cool and wet, the air reaching it telling you the tape has come off. You're somewhat relieved, but no less aroused.

The man stomps away and after a brief respite is replaced by a woman, who strokes your crotch with a cloth. You clench instinctively and she sharply smacks you with the palm of her hand.

"Stop that!" Her voice is young and confident, used to command. You would love to apologise, but that is, of course, impossible, so you settle for trying to relax while she dries you and applies fresh electrical tape.

The teasing starts again almost immediately and you groan in frustration, the short-lived respite making it even harder to bear the relentless stimulation. Tears are prickling your eyes when your blindfold is unexpectedly removed and you blink through the blinding light to see your mistress standing before you. You almost sob with relief that your ordeal may be nearly over.

"I hear you've been quite a naughty girl," she tells you, although she's smiling as she says it. "The barmaid knows the man you drenched and I've decided to tell him he can punish you any way he wants, but that can wait. I have plans for tonight."

She steps back and positions an attractive older middle-eastern woman in a white **** collar between your legs, then yanks off the electrical tape. Instantly, a torrent of juices spurts out of you, all over the face and hair of the kneeling woman. You're mortified, not least by the realization of what happened to the man earlier. The pressure in your vagina was much greater then and must have been caused by a greater volume of fluid sealed up inside you. You're surprised he didn't punish you on the spot and can only assume he was stopped by your collar being on orange rather than green.

Diana is giggling. She tells the other **** to help her unstrap you, adding that she doesn't want to be late. Now that your eyes have adjusted, you can see that it's early evening: you've spent most of the day being teased and tormented, but apparently your girlfriend has more plans in store for you.