Just Tossing It On

Still naked, bound, and gagged on the beach, I do myself to remain balanced, as I'm made to continue kneeling, though now I'm just off the beach towel; despite the fact the sun has already set, the send is still rather warm, making me wish I could get back on the beach towel. Not that I could say or do anything about it, I thought to myself ruefully. Kneeling before them, I look up in time to hear Michael inquire, "How did it go? I hope my sub was well-behaved."

Olivia smiled, putting her thump and several fingers onto my cheek, looking me over before smiling back his way, "Oh, she was great. Loved playing with her.", and they shared a laugh, with Michael placing a hand on my shoulder. I moaned then, feeling how much I enjoyed the attention, the warmth of the touch seemed even more dramatic compared to the coolness of the breeze, as the water slowly dried off of me. Nate commented then, "It's just too bad we don't have more ways to play with her."

"Actually, I may have a few things for that, honey... can you get my bag from his car? The big one?", and he replied, "Sure", kissing before heading off. I felt Michael casually rubbing his hand, now on the small of my back, pausing before making small talk with Olivia.. how long she worked at the bar, how she liked it, etc. Several people walked by as they chatted, their hands on my arms, back, and eventually, my ample bosom, eliciting several gasps and moans from me as I did my best to balance before them.

Nate got back just then, her large bag I had not even noticed she brought with her before... likely because she had carried it behind herself. She shot Nate a smile, "Thanks... I knew I wanted to date you for some reason.", to which he actually blushed. She reached in, and grabbed out a trio of ring toss toys... that had little sticky bottoms to them. Still smiling, she explained, her tone overflowing with amusement, "Ok, the game is simple. Attach one to each Brest, and the last to her mound. We will stand... over there and try to get the rings to land on the pegs. One point for her breast, and two for her pussy. Any questions before we start?

Nate and Michael are all smiles on that, echoing their sentiments of "Nope." & "When do we start?", which only causes Olivia to giggle wildly, her breasts bouncing softly. She points at the location again, and Michael hands back the leash to her. She smiles, attaching the transparent suction cups to my left breast first. I felt it pulling on my breast and nipple almost immediately, and I let out a soft moan. She giggled at the sound, making sure the transparent suction cup would hold, groping me a bit in the process. I felt pleasure trying to take over her mind as she worked, even as I did my best to keep my balance.

She attached the second one to my bright Brest, a smug expression on her face now as she verified it would remain, "Such a playful thing you are... I wonder what else we could get away with, hmm? You must be such a naughty, dirty sub, willing to do anything to please, are;t you? I look forward to finding out..." she trailed off, winking as she smacked my breast with the palm of my hand. I moaned again at the impact, blinking at the impact, my mind supposed by what she just said. She reached down then, rubbing her hands on my exposed mound, before attaching her last ring toss to it. I felt my intimate folds, even my clit, being softly pulled into its suction cup, which I was keenly aware of how powerful it was as she moved it around, across my shaved mound for several seconds and only stopping once she was satisfied it would stay in place.

She let go of my leash then, giving me a pat on the head, "Good slut.. remain there for us, and we may have a treat in store for you.", and as my mind raced to what 'treat; she handed in mind, she walked up and handed each of them some rings. She had a decent number for each of them... colour-coded no less. Michael had red, Nate got yellow, and Olivia got orange. Michael went first, getting a ring on the peg on my right breast, and I let out a moan at the impact, feeling my breast bouncing ever so slightly as it landed on me, softly pulling at the peg in the process. I heard their laughter, making playful banter before Olivia tossed next, getting one on my left breast. Once more I moaned, making me realize how thankful I should actually be for the ball gag... if only because it muffled the sound.

Nate wasn't so lucky... he bopped off my cheek and nose, before landing on the ground before me. They laughed at that, "Now, see Nate.. the object here is to aim for the pegs. She's not giving you a blow job, silly.", to which he smiled, before retorting, "Not yet, but there still time... you and my friend permitting, of course", which one more elicited more laughter from them. Their banter quieted down a bit from there, and I could not really make it out, though Olive gave him an amused punch in the arm which Nate didn't mind.

Several more shots were made, many landing on the pegs on my breasts... followed by Nate getting a ringer around the pole on my pussy. I felt that one keenly, pleasure flowing through me as it bounced softly upon me. I moaned softly, my body just on the verge of orgasming, and my knee moved slightly in the sand. They laughed at that, with Olivia quipping "There you go!"

The trio kept chatting, though between the wind, and the sound of the waves, it was difficult, to say the least, to hear what was being said. They keep at it, often getting rings into the pegs, and I let out a gasp each time one lands. That said, there are also some hilarious misses. Despite my bonds, I managed to remain still, even as my pleasure rose steadily higher.

As the rings collected, I felt the weight gradually growing, and the pegs pulled more on me in the process. I felt my pleasure rising, though I managed to stay in place. Laughing and chatting along, the trio are clearly enjoying the experience, and I also notice others watching on, enjoying the sight. It takes them a bit to run out of rings, and I'm left spurs how much they seem to weigh for something so light.

It's not over, even then, as Olivia wins it, and Nate declares, "Best out of three?", to which they cheer and laugh, excited, and they grab the rings, re-starting the came. Once more I felt the weight rising as the rings collect, though I started to wonder if some of the misses weren't intentional. Michael wins the next one, and then Nate the third. Which makes it a tie and they need to play another round, and Olivia wins that one too. Declared the winner, she cheered, and they all high-five before going to collect the rings.

Just then, a young woman walked up, brushing a hand through my hair absent-mindedly, before asking, "Hey, can we play too?", to which I let out. soft gasp, releasing that the game may still be far from over... well if they agree to it. Left to wait, I find myself left to do nothing but anticipate what they may say, even as I remain kneeling before them, naked, bound, and gagged...