A slight costume adjustment

When you get to the lifts, Diana just stands there, allowing you to step up beside her and press the button, before retreating to a respectful half pace behind. You suspect she could get used to being waited on hand and foot and you can't say you would mind doing the waiting.

While you're standing by the lift, two middle-aged men join you, each leading a crawling naked woman on a leash. The first, who appears to be close in age to his submissive, ignores you completely, although he does nod in polite greeting to your mistress. The other's woman is closer to your age and he slaps your sore rear as he passes you and then gives your breast a squeeze for good measure. Momentary shock at the unsolicited treatment gives way to a memory supplied by the Rulebook that the **** collars supplied by the resort have a colour-coded tag to make the wearer's status clear.

All collars are set to green initially, which means any and all attention is welcome. The other options are red, which means off limits to anyone except the wearer's dominant and orange, signifying that play may be possible, but only by arrangement with the ****'s owner. Submissives are not permitted to change their own collars, so singletons who visit the resort are effectively available for public use unless or until they surrender control to a willing dominant. Accordingly, you smile and accept the intimate contact unflinchingly. Diana glances at you, but also says nothing.

It occurs to you that if either man wanted, he would be perfectly within his rights to bend you over and fuck you right now. You definitely wouldn't want that—neither man exactly floats your boat and the situation is hardly conducive to an enjoyable tryst—but the mere possibility and the fact that it's entirely out of your control are pushing your humiliation and submission buttons in a big way. If the guy groping you were to move his hand between your legs, he'd find you soaking with arousal, which his **** must be able to see, considering her eyeline is level with your crotch. You don't want to get caught staring, but out of the corner of your eye, you notice that her collar is on green, whilst the older woman has hers set to orange. Both subs' bodies bear marks of intense play and you wonder how long they've been staying here.

The lift bell announces its arrival and saves you from your kinky thoughts. Everyone piles inside and you press the button for the ground floor, which must be the others' destination, too. The car is small and you end up with the younger ****'s nose inches away from your thigh, her breath on your fanny not doing much to help you control your libido. Diana allowed the older couple to get in first, leaving her facing the door, the mature submissive staring right at her bum, which you can attest is quite a view. The two men start chatting about which playroom they'll use tonight, but you reach the ground floor quicker than you expect and Diana leads you out before they reach a decision.

"Just a moment," she says, turning to face you and guiding you over to the wall. "I should've adjusted this before we left our room, but with all the changes, it must've slipped my mind." She takes hold of your collar, then stops. "Although, considering how you reacted back there, perhaps I should keep you on green." She smiles mischievously and releases the collar. You can't tell whether she changed it or not, after all.

Diana sets off at a brisk pace, leaving you scrambling to catch up and at the entrance to the beach you exchange your cards for towels. Despite the heat, your nudity makes you shudder. Even though you've been bared in public as a punishment before and are currently surrounded by dozens of naked people of both genders, you're not sure you'll ever get used to the feeling of being so exposed. Walking past a small group of spectators watching two women on their hands and knees, fucking a massive double ended dildo so hard their bottoms smack together with every thrust, you realize it could be worse, though.

Your girlfriend-cum-mistress clicks her fingers and points to a free sun chair and you hasten to arrange a towel for her to sit on, then look around for another for yourself, but she stops you and instead demands you get her an ice cream from a gelateria a little way further along the beach. She tells you to leave the bag, so you put it down and start to go through it for the means to pay for her treat and some sun screen. It's really hot today and you've already been out in it too long. You'll burn if you don't some protection on right away.

"I'm waiting for my ice cream, Jenna." Her voice is impassive, but you can hear the warning.

"I'm sorry, mistress, but I need to find my purse and sunblock."

"No, Jenna, you need to get my ice cream. I'll put your sun screen on when you get back."

That's a punishment, right there. You'll definitely have at least a slight sunburn by then, but you'd rather not add a spanking by arguing. Addressing the other matter is unavoidable, however.

"Yes, mistress, but I still need to pay for the ice cream," you explain.

"I'm sure you'll work it out," Diana replies firmly, taking the bag from you and fishing out her paperback. She dumps the bag beside her chair and relaxes back in the seat, ignoring you completely.

You trudge away, mind racing, wondering how you're going to fulfil your quest without any means to pay. At least it takes your mind off wondering what colour your collar is now. You pass a naked brunette, tied to a post holding one end of a beach volleyball net, wrists high above her head, bottom and thighs heavily bruised by a belt wielded by a man standing behind her. He stops for a moment to allow another chap to hold a bottle to her lips, then continues. She whimpers, but doesn't cry out, although if you're any judge, her backside can still take a lot more punishment and the man disciplining her isn't showing any signs of slowing down, so she might not be as stoic by the end of her thrashing. The thought of joining her in a similar position if you fail spurs you to action and you wrack your brain to come up with a plan.