Renata's Vacation

Benidorm with my parents! God, hard to imagine a worse idea for two weeks, I thought, as I casually regarded my 5'6" in the mirror of the hotel bedroom, giving a little twirl. My Italian father's ancestry showed in the long jet-black hair and big dark eyes, whilst my mother's high Scottish cheekbones and slim figure combined with my long slim 27 year-old legs too turn heads most places. Smallish breasts still firm I thought, as I nestled my hands under them, then teased the long nipples to erection, something that came easily to me. Sighing, I slipped on a pair of black lace panties and wriggled into a green jersey minidress before brushing my hair to a lustrous shine. I had little interest in going to the hotel's very own disco that evening, but what else was there to do, stuck out here, 4 kilometres out of town, on a Wednesday night?

My parents had wanted to get me away from work and a failed relationship, whilst taking a much-needed break themselves, and they seemed happy to go out to dinner at a nearby bistro, so, after conferring, I wandered down to the disco, which was already in full swing, and sat down at the bar, ordering a gin and tonic. Before long, I sensed, rather than saw, a pair of eyes boring into me, and looking up, was met with the intense gaze of the handsomest man I ever saw. He looked at me with brown eyes from under heavy brows over a strong, weathered face. When he stood and walked slowly over to me, I thought I would faint.

'I am Sergio,' he said, 'And you are very beautiful. I do not like dancing, but I wish to know you.' His English, though accented, was perfect. I knew, of course, all about girls who fell for Spanish waiters – holiday romances, all the pitfalls – knew I should have turned the other cheek, but I was instantly under his spell. Here, I somehow knew, was a man who would dominate me, give me what I really desired, what my whole body yearned for. We talked, and drank, for a time, and he asked me many questions; about my life, my holidays here, everything. I was more frank than I had been with anybody for a long time, even revealing some of my hitherto secret thoughts. The evening passed like lightning. Then, with terrible suddenness, at around one o'clock, he stood up, and said, 'I must go. In the morning, a delivery will come for you. It will contain instructions. If you chose to ignore them, we shall not meet again. Otherwise, we meet tomorrow, Pet.'

I went to bed, wondering about his choice of name for me – 'Pet?' Nobody had ever called me that before. That night I masturbated to a delicious orgasm before falling asleep.

Next morning, after breakfast, a knock on my room door announced the promised arrival of the package I had hardly dared wait for. It was a long box. When I opened it, I was confronted with tissue paper, on top of which was an envelope, which I opened straight away.

The message read:-

Dear Renata,

Go and tell your parents you are going away for a week. Make any excuse you like. Prepare yourself by shaving your whole body thoroughly, and put on what is in the box. Nothing else. You need to bring nothing more. You will await me in reception at 12 noon. If you are not prepared to do as I wish, do not come

Sergio

I opened the tissue wrap and found a single red rose, with some clothes beneath another layer of tissue. With trembling hands I took them out and laid them on the bed.

They consisted of a long white thin silk gown, almost like a nightdress, with spaghetti straps, a white garter belt and white lace-top stockings. Beneath them were a pair of white stiletto heeled sandals, impossibly high, and a gold waist-chain. Wondering how on earth I was going to have the courage to wear these clothes 'and nothing else' I went to my parents' room and told them I had been asked to visit a university friend who was staying in Valencia. They seemed almost relieved.

I had a long hot bath, then shaved every vestige of hair from my pussy – something I had done two or three times before anyway – revelling in the feeling of smoothness as I ran my hands down over my bare lips. I oiled my body and painted my nails with care, then brushed out my hair until it shone. Then I eased on the stocking and garter belt and let the thin silk gown whisper down over my body. How had he known my size to such perfection? My nipples stood out under the silky fabric, and, as I stepped into the shoes, I wondered whether the gold chain was to be worn over or under the dress. Finally plumping for the latter, I pulled up the hem and fastened the clasp of the chain so that it hung prettily over the garter-belt. All ready, I looked critically in the mirror, and hoped I should not have to wait long in reception. I thought I might well attract a bit of attention dressed like this at midday!

I waited until as close to twelve as I dared before going down to reception, then felt very naked going with nothing but a tiny handbag. When the lift stopped and the doors opened, Sergio was waiting, his brown eyes surveying me coolly. He was dressed in chinos with a cream casual shirt. He looked gorgeous.

Looking me up and down, he said, 'Come, my car is just outside. You look wonderful. But I told you not to bring anything.' He flicked his fingers at my bag. 'That will have its consequences, I fear.'

His words filled me with dread, but also with an excitement I couldn't have described, as I sat in the back of the Mercedes. Sergio got in beside me, and tapped the driver, an older man, on the shoulder. We drove out on to the motorway in silence, and before long Sergio produced a strip of black silk, which he proceeded to wrap around my head as a blindfold. When I began to protest, he silenced me with a finger to my lips, and caressed my knees through the silk of my gown. It was as close as he had come to intimacy, and I somehow knew better than to complain.

After what seemed like about half an hour, we slowed and turned into what seemed like a driveway, and stopped. Sergio whipped off my blindfold, and I found myself looking at the portal of a large house. He got out and opened the door for me, then took my arm as we walked up the four steps and on to the wide entrance terrace. As we did so a stunningly beautiful blue-eyed blonde in a long sky-blue dress opened the door to let us in. The dress she wore was haltered and backless, right down to the crack between her buttocks, but was so tight around her ankles that she could only take tiny steps, the more so as she wore heels even higher than my own.

Sergio led me to a large dining room, and sat on an armchair, but left me standing. He motioned to my handbag. 'Put that thing down,' he said contemptuously, ' And take off your dress.'

I was not expecting such a sudden move on his part, and couldn't believe I was doing it as I slipped the little straps off my shoulders and let the soft silk slide gently down over my taut breasts, then with a little helping push, over my hips, and whisper down to the floor. My shaven pussy was there, vulnerably displayed to someone who was, after all, a complete stranger.

'Come here,' he said, 'And lay across my lap.' I hesitated.

He reached out and pulled me down until my arse was in the air and I could feel the start of what I was sure was an erection growing under my stomach.

'This is your first taste of punishment, for disobedience,' he said. 'It will be very light, for a start.' With that, he drew a hand back and whacked me hard across my arse cheek. The pain was instant, but warming, and quite bearable. I loved it, and wanted more, my core moistening with every stroke. He gave me ten smacks, each harder than the one before, and then said, 'Your arse is more beautiful now, I think.' He was breathing more heavily, and, pulling me up to him, he kissed me deeply for the first time, our tongues intertwining. As he did this, he sought my nipples and tweaked them painfully, making me cry out sharply as I broke the kiss.

'Later, you will be punished for crying out,' he said, 'But not today. You have much to learn, my Pet.'

He pushed me, none too tenderly, down on to the floor, where I knelt at his feet. 'Unzip me,' he ordered, and when I made to reach for his zip, he swatted my hand away, and, as if by magic, produced a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, with which he deftly manacled my wrists behind my back.

'With your teeth,' he said, and I complied, soon releasing his glorious erect cock from its confinement. I took his full length deep within my mouth, sucking hard along his whole rampant length as he moaned in ecstasy. I soon felt the surge as he came in great creamy spurts, and I swallowed his cum greedily, as if it were my first meal in days.

'That was wonderful, my Pet,' he said, when I had licked him completely clean, 'Now get dressed and lunch will be ready.' With that he took off the handcuffs and allowed me to wriggle into the silk gown once more.

We sat down to a simple meal, while Sergio told me a little about where we were. It was, he said, a 'sort of club' with no name, where people of a certain social standing came, either singly or with their partners, for hedonistic pleasure. To assist, they kept specially trained staff, and also used some 'volunteers,' because the clients liked their freshness. This was where he hoped I would fit in. But he hoped I didn't think his interest in me was purely professional. When he said this, his hand was on mine, and his liquid eyes held mine. I melted, and felt my shaven pussy getting wetter than ever. I worried I was staining the lovely dress.

After we had eaten, he led me to what was to be my room, and invited me to rest. 'I'll be back for you in two hours,' he said, 'You'll find all the clothes and things you need in the cupboards and drawers, so just put on something for the afternoon.' He turned and left without a further word.

I was quite exhausted, mentally and physically, so it was very restful to lay down on the silk sheets, and I drifted off dreamlessly for what must have been an hour, still wearing the long silk gown. When I awoke, I explored the wardrobes and gasped as I saw the array of clothes. There were evening dresses, nearly all transparent or revealing in some way, and a good many other clothes, from which I selected a black chiffon minidress with a flared skirt, which would reach to my mid-thigh. I looked through the drawers and found no panties at all. I decided to go without stockings altogether as the day was warm. The only bras I discovered were of the platform type, which would show my nipples off clearly through the delicate chiffon of the dress's bodice. I thought I would leave the gold chain on. For shoes, I simply changed the white ones for black, with much the same tottering heels, and completed the ensemble with a pair of gold hoop ear-rings.

No sooner had I finished dressing than Sergio knocked discreetly at my door.

'Come in' I said, and he looked around the door. 'You look very lovely, ' he said, 'And I hope you are ready to begin training?' Before I had time to consider a reply, he took my hand, and led me out and down a corridor, and we entered a sort of snack-bar, where we took a seat, and a pretty blonde served us coffee, whilst we chatted about nothing in particular. Then Sergio rose, took my hand again and led me into a large room, where two girls waited on a couch. Both wore black leather corsets and high heels, and nothing else. They were both slim, attractive and dark-haired.

'I told you about training. This is where it starts. Undress.'

I looked at him uncertainly, then saw he was not taking 'no' for an answer, and slipped the dress over my head, unbuckled the bra, and I was naked in the middle of the floor, wearing only my shoes and the gold chain, which Sergio unclipped as well, letting it fall to the floor.

Both girls now stood, and one of them took a corset, like the ones they wore, from a shelf, and offered it up to my waist, while the other buttoned it up in front. Then the first one started lacing it up tightly in the back. It hurt terribly, as my waist was constricted and reduced.. When Sergio pronounced himself satisfied, he took two nipple clamps from the same shelf, and placed them on my sensitive nipples, tightening them down hard. I screamed, but, as I did so, he ran a finger down into my slit, and felt how wet I had now become. I was soaking. 'You want me to fuck you,' he said. It was not a question.

'Oh yes,' I said. With that, he took one of the other girls, and threw her down across the couch, where she lay, legs wide open. He opened his zip and plunged his cock right into her, right in front of me. I could hardly bear it. As he speared her, he signalled to the other one, who took me by the arm, and pushed me down over the arm of the couch, at the opposite end to where Sergio was fucking the first girl. She pushed my legs apart, and I suddenly felt my anus being invaded. Unable to see what was happening, I could only guess that she was lubricating my arsehole. Then the pain became almost unbearable as an object was rammed into my anal sphincter, which had never before been violated. I was sobbing with the pain, shame and............and desire. I wanted to be fucked. By a real cock. But Sergio was finishing with the girl, who I learned was called Sylvia, from his shouts, and no satisfaction, only pain and agony were to be mine.

When they had done, he pulled me upright, removed the awful nipple-clamps, and said, 'You look marvellous, Pet, and you did very well. Get dressed now, but leave the corset on, and the butt-plug in place until dinner time, when we shall meet again. Maria will take you to your room now. I shall come for you at eight. Dress for dinner.'

I had two hours to rest and accustom myself to the constriction of the corset, which was by now almost comforting, and get used to the invasion of the terrible butt-plug.

I chose a long jade-green silk dress (I love the feel of silk against my hardened nipples and flowing over the smooth skin of my shaven pubic area), slit right to the very tops of my thighs. I found thigh-high black stockings and stuck with the black heels. Looking at myself in the mirror, my nipples stood out as the corset thrust my breasts out. I brushed my hair carefully and thought I had never looked sexier. Sergio looked impressed when he called for me, and we dined together, with another couple, whom he introduced as José and Lara. José was about the same age as Sergio, but built like a rugby player, with a muscular body and a once-broken nose, and Lara was probably Eastern European, blonde, with green eyes, a lissome body and luscious lips. She wore a yellow leather minidress, and had an obviously pierced tongue, which she kept shooting out as she talked.

After dinner, Sergio and José went to the bar, and left we girls talking for a moment. I felt her knees against mine as we chatted in what was clearly a deliberate move, and she equally deliberately opened her lovely lips just enough to let her tongue and its stud emerge, in a very erotic signal. I was fascinated, and didn't resist when she covered my hand with hers.

'You girls go down to the lower room,' called Sergio from the bar, 'Lara knows the way. We'll join you in a while.' I knew it had all been planned.

Lara immediately got up and led me out and down a short carpeted stairway, through a heavy oak door, and into a room lit by candles, with couches around three walls. A feature of the room, however, was the presence of three big wooden crosses against the other wall, each with heavy iron rings depending from their extremities. There was also a big cupboard by the side of them.

'Welcome to the torture chamber,' said Lara, laughing slightly. I shivered, and she patted my arm. 'Nobody really gets hurt.' She said, 'Don't worry.'

She turned to me, a new light in her eyes, and put her hands on my shoulders, then stroked my hair and pulled me into an infinitely gentle embrace. I melted into her arms, and found myself kissing her – the first time I had kissed another woman passionately in my life. Her tongue-stud grazed my own tongue in an erotic sensation I would never have believed, as her hands busied themselves with the zipper at my neck. In a cascade of soft silk, my dress was soon in a pool at my feet, and Lara switched her attention to my erect nipples, teasing them to taut hardness. Moving downwards, she unbuttoned the corset, and I felt blessed relief as my body was released from its tightness. Forcing me gently down on to a couch, she herself went down on her knees in front of me, and, rolling down my stockings, parted my legs to gain access to my now dripping slit.

'You have a wonderful cunt,' she gasped, and plunged her tongue deeply right into my vagina, the silver stud rasping against the walls. At the same time, she pushed hard at my butt-plug, forcing it deeper into its tight home. I felt an instant orgasm welling up on me, and she had only to flick my clit a couple of times with that snaking tongue to bring me to a tumultuous, screaming climax.

'You needed that,' she calmly remarked, when I came down.

'I never thought a woman could do that to me,' I said, honestly, and kissed her again, wondering if she wanted me to return the favour. She read my mind, and pushed me lightly away.

'Look, I am supposed to prepare you, before the men arrive. If they know you have orgasmed, we will both be punished, and much harder.' With that, she got up and left me, naked but for my shoes. She went to the cupboard, and returned immediately with a tray, on which were a variety of objects. She selected four padded leather cuffs, each with a metal ring set into them, and encircled my slim wrists and ankles with them, clicking them firmly but comfortably in place. Then she showed me the truly terrible instruments of pain that were on the tray. There was a flogger, a sort of cat o'nine tails, with braided leather thongs, a riding crop, a thin cane with a leather grip and a leather paddle like a table-tennis bat.

'I think they will let you choose, at least the first time,' she said, with a hint of a smile.

I must have looked terrified, because she stroked my hair and said, 'I know you'll come to love it, and ask for more – I do – you'll see, it's quite wonderful.'

I had no time to ponder her comments before the door opened, and in walked the two men, this time followed by a younger, blond guy in a leather jacket and trousers. Sergio introduced the newcomer as Toni.

After a whispered word with Lara, he came and held out his hand to me. I obediently went with him, and allowed myself to be led to one of the huge wooden crosses set against the wall.

'Raise your hands high,' he commanded, and when I did so, he clipped the rings on my wrists to the ones on the cross, so that I faced the wall. Then he told me to spread my legs and fastened my ankles firmly as well. I looked around to see what was happening, and he brought the tray to me. Over my shoulder I looked at the fearsome instruments, and suddenly knew that I wanted to feel the kiss of the whip, more than anything in the world. Anything, that is, except Sergio's lovely cock inside my sopping cunt.

'The crop,' I heard myself saying, as if in someone else's voice. Was this really me? Renata, who was on holiday in Benidorm with her parents a couple of days ago?

'You will count down from ten,' said Sergio, simply, and I heard him putting down the tray and stepping up behind me.

Then there was a 'whoosh' and I felt a sharp, stinging pain on my lower back. I writhed against my bonds, and almost forgot to yell, 'Ten.' It was agony.

Then 'whoosh' again and a bit lower down another, sharper still, and I could sense that my skin was being marked, but the pain was matched by a desire in my very core that set my juices running so that I felt they were oozing down my leg. With each new stroke, he ran a hand over my buttocks, giving a push to my embedded butt-plug, then paused when I had shouted, 'Five!'