“Abbie,” Shani cried now, stepping forward in Abbie’s waiting arms. “We’ve missed you, girl.” As they hugged, she whispered, “How’s it going? You happy?”
“Oh, yes,” Abbie whispered back. “So, so happy.”
She couldn’t wait to tell Shani and the other girls all about it, but now obviously wasn’t the time.
Master Ryan approached, a big smile on his face. Adam and he embraced, slapping each other’s back as they warmly greeted each other. “It’s so great to see you, Adam. What do you think of the resort? You having a good time?” He glanced from Adam to Shani, a knowing smile on his face.
“I think I’ve found heaven on earth,” Adam replied with a laugh. “A BDSM Shangri La.” He handed the bottle of fine champagne to Master Ryan. “I brought this to celebrate with you. You’ve been talking about doing something like this since we first met. It’s terrific you’ve been able to pull it off.” He looked around the dungeon, his eyebrows lifting in appreciation. “And this private cottage is way cool, dude. What a great idea.”
“It is pretty sweet,” Master Ryan agreed. “Since we opened it for guests, the cottage is booked solid for the next six months. Fortunately, I know the owners, so I was able to swing this week,” he added with a grin.
He handed the bottle to Abbie. “Why don’t you and Shani go into the kitchen and open the champagne? We can all share a glass before we get started.”
“Yes, Sir,” Abbie said, taking the bottle. She loved champagne and was happy for the chance to catch up for a few minutes with Shani.
“Adam’s hot,” Abbie observed as they entered the kitchen. “Anything between you two?” she added teasingly. She set down the bottle on the counter and pulled four champagne flutes from the cabinet.
Shani smiled. “I’m not sure. He just got here yesterday. We shared a scene in the main dungeon last night that was pretty awesome. He hung me upside down from one of the suspension hooks, my arms bound behind me, my legs spread wide. Then he whipped my inner thighs with this beautiful multi-colored braided single tail that looked like a snake. Just when I was about to beg him to stop, he placed his hand right on my spread cunt and murmured into my ear, ‘With the pain comes the pleasure, Shani. May I give you pleasure?’”
“Whoa,” Abbie said, aroused at the image. She had peeled away the foil wrapper and was in the process of popping the champagne cork. “I like that he asked.” All of them had experienced clueless dominant guests who assumed sex was part of a scene, even though the agreement they all signed when coming to the island was very explicit that sexual contact had to be clearly negotiated in advance.
“Right? Though at that point, I was so turned on from the whipping that he could have done whatever he’d wanted. Not to mention he’s pretty easy on the eyes.”
“That he is,” Abbie agreed. “So. What happened?”
Shani laughed. “He touched me for like three minutes and I exploded in a huge orgasm. That’s never happened to me before in a public scene. It’s like he already knew my body—knew exactly how I like to be touched.”
Abbie had finished pouring the champagne. Before she could express her delight at Shani’s hot scene, Shani said excitedly, “But I want to hear all about you, Abbie! You both look so happy, it’s like you’re radiating light. And you’ve got it, you know. You’ve got that serene glow I’ve always envied in owned slaves.”
Abbie beamed. “It’s been the most amazing week of my life, Shani. I can’t wait to tell you all about it.” She put the half-empty bottle of champagne into the refrigerator. “But right now, we better get back out to the Masters. We don’t want to keep them waiting.”
“Right,” Shani agreed. “When you get back to the resort tomorrow, the girls and I want a full report. No detail omitted.”
“It’s a deal,” Abbie agreed with a laugh.
They returned to the dungeon, each carrying two glasses.
The men had taken seats on either side of the sofa. Shani and Abbie handed them each a flute of champagne and then knelt on the floor cushions set in front of the sofa, glass in hand.
Adam lifted his and said, “A toast to old friendship and new adventures.”
The champagne was dry, bubbly and delicious. The men talked for a while, catching up with each other about what they’d been doing in the time since they’d last seen each other.
Shani and Abbie waited quietly on their cushions, content to listen as they sipped their champagne. When the glasses were empty, Master Ryan asked Abbie to take them to the kitchen. She did so quickly, not wanting to miss any of Adam’s interesting tales.