Three Strikes (Desire Island 3)

After a while, Adam reached for his gear bag from the floor and pulled it onto his lap. Unzipping it, he pulled out a large flogger with dozens of black and turquoise tresses that hung from a long handle with an intricately braided design that brought to mind Native American beadwork.

“A small gift of appreciation,” he said, handing the flogger to Ryan. “Thank you for inviting me to Desire Island. I’m having a terrific time so far,” he added with a glance toward Shani, who offered a small, shy smile in return.

“Wow, thank you, Adam,” Master Ryan said as he accepted the gift. “It’s gorgeous.” He stared down at the beautiful flogger in admiration. “Your work is stunning, as always. The leather is so soft. And the colors are so rich. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Thanks,” Adam replied with a proud smile. “This is my new line. I can’t even begin to keep up with demand. I stayed with this amazing Aboriginal tribe in New South Wales that’s known for its beautiful leather dyes. They were so generous in their teaching. I learned so much from them.”

He reached again into the bag. “I also brought these.” He pulled out two short-handled single tails woven in an intricate pattern of orange, red and black so they did indeed look exactly like snakes. He glanced at Shani with a special smile, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. “Shani was my delightful subject last night. She seemed to respond well to this particular whip,” he added with a twinkle in his dark eyes. “I thought we might enjoy a repeat performance tonight with both girls.”

“Works for me,” Master Ryan agreed with a broad grin as he placed his hand proprietarily on Abbie’s shoulder. “Let’s get this party started.”

~*~

They decided to do the scene out on the back deck. It was a balmy evening, the clear night sky studded with myriad sparkling stars. “I’ve heard about the fire play you guys do back here,” Adam said as he placed a hand on one of the two whipping posts that stood on either side of the fire pit. “I’d love to get in on that action before I leave the island.”

“We’ll definitely make that happen,” Ryan agreed. He had already lit the torches set on poles at intervals around the perimeter of the deck, and their fire bathed the space in a flickering, golden glow. “But for tonight, I was thinking we could enjoy a bit of predicament play, if that works for you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Adam said enthusiastically. “That works just fine for me. What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking we’d have the girls strip and face each other, holding hands above their heads, asses out, legs spread. They’d need to stay in that position while we mark them with these gorgeous snake whips. To make things more interesting”—he pulled two pairs of clover clamps from his gear bag—“we’ll use these to tether the girls together. Each time one of the girls moves, the clamps tighten for both of them.”

He glanced at Abbie’s face to see her reaction. Her eyes were fixed on the clamps, her pupils dilated, her lips softly parted. Shani, too, was looking at the clamps, her large, cherry nipples poking against the smooth leather of her bustier.

“Sounds diabolical,” Adam replied with a grin. “Let’s do it.”

They watched with pleasure and rising erections as the girls removed their scant clothing. It was sweet to see them help each other with the corset ties at the back of each of their outfits as they stripped for their Masters. While Shani was definitely a lovely woman, Ryan’s gaze lingered on his darling slave girl. He was so proud of her, and eager to show off her submissive grace for his old friend. His cock hardened at the thought of the welts he planned to paint on her gorgeous ass.

When the girls were naked, they faced each other and lifted their arms as directed, lacing their fingers together over their heads so they made an inverted V.

Ryan handed Adam one of the pairs of clover clamps and they set to work. Ryan started with Abbie’s right nipple, pulling it taut and closing the clamp over the base, his cock tingling as she winced. Holding the clamp at the other end of the chain, he gripped Shani’s round, distended left nipple and let the metal pads close around it. Adam, meanwhile, was doing the same on their other side.

When the girls were properly clamped, the chains linking them together along with their joined hands, Ryan and Adam each took a snake whip and assumed their places. Soon the whistling sound of flying leather and the satisfying crack against flesh filled the night, along with the gasps and breathy cries of the naked women standing before them in the glow of the firelight.