Three Strikes (Desire Island 3)

She was super excited as well as deeply touched, when she learned that the impromptu beach celebration Mistress Ella and the rest of the staff were putting together was in honor of Master Ryan and herself.

The party was due to start soon. Earlier, after giving her a kiss that left her breathless, Master Ryan had said abruptly, “Strike two. The paddle. It’s still in my gear bag.”

Her ass still smarted from the stinging blow, yet she was already looking forward to strike three. She adored the daily ritual, which was a constant reminder of his ownership and control.

Then he’d headed down early to check on a few things. “You can choose what you wear tonight,” he’d said. “Surprise me.”

Now, still wrapped in a towel from her shower, Abbie had laid out several of her favorite outfits on Master Ryan’s bed—on their bed—she corrected herself with a delighted grin. As she was trying to decide which one to wear for her official debut as Master Ryan’s slave girl, there came a sudden, rapid knocking on the door accompanied by girlish giggling.

Still grinning, Abbie went to the door and pulled it open. There stood her besties—Kendra, Skylar, Maya and Shani, each one holding a package in her hand. They piled into the living room of the elegant penthouse suite where Abbie would now live, quite a step up from her small single room on the first floor.

“What’s all this?” Abbie asked as the girls held out their gifts. “It’s not my birthday.”

“It’s your slave celebration day,” Maya said with a smile. “We wanted to give you a little something to commemorate the event. It’s like a wedding, only way better,” she added, her smile lifting into a grin.

“Here, open mine first,” Skylar said, thrusting a large, flat package wrapped in red tissue paper toward her. “I’ve had it for a while, just waiting for the right time to give it to you.”

Touched, Abbie pushed the outfits aside and sat down on the edge of the bed. She tore away the tissue to reveal a beautiful art book entitled, Yoga for the BDSM Lover. It was filled with beautiful photographs of nude men and women in some traditional and not-so-traditional yoga poses, with lots of lovely rope and leather thrown in. The text included detailed instructions for how to modify your favorite yoga poses for BDSM play.

“I love it,” Abbie cried enthusiastically, giving Skylar a big hug. “Master Ryan and I have been talking about putting together a BDSM yoga class. This will be so helpful. Thank you so much.”

“Here,” Maya said. “Open mine next.” She handed Abbie a small canvas pouch with Adam’s Leather Designs embossed on the side.

“Oh, I know I’m going to like this,” Abbie said with a grin. “His stuff is awesome.” She loosened the drawstring and pulled open the pouch to dump the contents onto the bed. Out fell a pair of beautiful leather wrist cuffs made of flat strips of red and black leather artfully woven together in a simple basket weave.

“Maya,” Abbie said, awestruck. “These are amazing.”

Maya beamed. “I’m so glad you like them. A girl can never have too many pairs of wrist cuffs.”

“Now me.” Shani held out a package that was smaller still.

Abbie took the item, which was wrapped in a piece of black silk tied into an artful knot. When she undid the knot, Abbie stared down in startled wonderment. The hammered gold bracelet Shani had worn the night before to the cottage lay on the black silk.

“Oh, Shani,” Abbie breathed, tears filling her eyes. “You can’t give me this. It’s yours.”

Shani laughed and offered her trademark shrug. “I saw you admiring it last night. It would make me happy to give it to you. It can be a reminder of our night together at the cottage.” She took the bracelet from Abbie. “Hold out your wrist.”

Abbie did so, watching as Shani threaded a small bar through a circular loop to close the bracelet. “What a cool clasp,” Abbie said, admiring its simplicity.

“It’s called a toggle clasp. They’ve been around for millennia,” Shani said.

The other girls crowded around to admire the beautiful piece. They’d all told Shani a dozen times she should make jewelry for a living, and they told her again that evening, but Shani just smiled. “Maybe someday.”

Finally, Kendra held out her package, which was in the signature red satin gift bag from Abbie’s favorite high-end online BDSM fetish-wear catalog. “Kenny,” she cried excitedly. “How did you know I needed a new outfit?”

Kendra laughed. “Give me a break. When don’t you need a new outfit?”

Kendra liked to tease Abbie about her huge and always expanding leather and fetish-wear wardrobe. Not at all repentant, Abbie eagerly undid the drawstring on the red satin bag and pulled out the new item. Standing, she held it up.