Life's A Beach | bikini, handcuffs bondage story

"Hey, hey, hey! We're here!" Pauline grinned.

I looked up from the book I was reading, and saw that she was right. The road ended before us, and became glorious golden sand. And, just beyond that, was the sea. It had never looked so beautiful. Pauline put the jeep into reverse and parked us behind the cabin where we would be spending the next two weeks. Our holiday had just begun.

While I carefully marked my place in the book, Pauline turned off the engine and jumped out. She was wearing a pink bikini top, blue cut-off jeans, sandals and sunglasses, and was looking particularly cute. I was wearing a dark green one-piece swimsuit, a sarong, sandals and sunglasses, and looking forward to days of sunbathing and nights of drinking!

I picked up my bags and followed Pauline into our cabin - it was very spacious, and had everything we needed... well, it had a fridge and a bed and a door leading straight out onto the beach.

"It's gorgeous," I smiled, very pleased with our choice of holiday destination, "and we've got it all to ourselves!"

"And our neighbours," Pauline said.

"What do you mean?"

"We share this little stretch of beach with another cabin. You never know, it might not be occupied. Shall we go see?"

"Okay..." I said - I had been hoping for a weekend for just the two of us.

We dumped our bags in the living room and ventured out of the back of the cabin, onto the beach. And then we saw them... a group of four guys, laughing and joking and generally messing about on the beach, a trail of beer cans leading back towards their cabin. I looked at Pauline with one raised eyebrow, and she giggled.

"Don't worry, Laura, we can just ignore them!" she smiled, but I knew that she had already started eyeing them up.

"There's a more secluded spot over there - looks like a perfect place to sunbathe," I said, pointing to a sheltered area of the beach where the frolicking guys wouldn't be able to see us.

"Do my back, will you?" Pauline asked, once we'd set up a towel to lay on in the secluded spot.

She was lying on her stomach, and had just removed all of her clothes apart from her sunglasses and her pink bikini bottoms. I was putting sun-tan lotion of my arms at the time, so I applied some to her bare back too. She put her head on her arms while I massaged the lotion into her skin, moaning with comfort and bliss. Once I had finished, I removed my sarong and leaned back against a rock, focusing on reading the next chapter of my book.

"Laura?"

"Yes, Pauline?"

"Did you mean what you said earlier?"

"What are you talking about?"

"When you said you wanted a holiday without bondage?"

"Well, I don't know if we'll be able to manage it. But it'd be nice to try things without bondage for a change."

"You're mad. What you need is a good tying-up..."

"No! Not here... those guys might see us!"

"Okay, okay, enjoy your book... you boring tart..."

"What did you call me?" I asked, putting my book down and staring at her over my sunglasses.

"You heard me. What are you gonna do about it?"

I sat up and growled menacingly at her, but all she had to do was roll over onto her back... catching sight of her beautiful, perfect 36D breasts distracted me long enough for her to pounce on me and pin me down. Pauline has always been much stronger than me... but that could be partly due to the fact that I like losing fights against her. I squirmed beneath her as she kneeled on my arms and planted a huge, wet, slobbery kiss on my lips.

"It's time for me to cure your madness," she grinned, sliding the straps of my swimsuit off my shoulders.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked.

I struggled some more, but she had me well and truly pinned down. As she peeled my swimsuit off my body, she grinned very evilly... and then I was naked underneath her. She smiled at me as she took my nipple into her mouth and sucked gently, gripping it with her teeth. I closed my eyes and moaned, trying not to be too loud - I didn't want to attract the attention of our new neighbours. She took my moment of distraction to flip me over and pin me down once more. She pulled my hands behind my back and used my swimsuit to tie my wrists together.

"That's much better," she grinned.

"So much for the non-bondage holiday," I muttered, struggling beneath her... and feeling rather aroused.

"I'm going inside to unpack - enjoy your sunbathing!"

"What?!?"

And, with that, she picked up the towel, my book and the other discarded clothes and walked back up the beach to our cabin. She didn't even bother to get fully dressed again - she probably wanted the guys to notice her. And from the whistles and cat-calls I heard, they did notice her. She had always been less inhibited than me... And there I was, laying in the sand, completely naked, my hands tied behind me. I had to release my wrists, since I had no way to hide my nakedness when I decided to return to the cabin. That Pauline can be evil sometimes...

And then I wondered if the guys had seen us earlier. In which case, they knew that there were two of us. And they'd seen only one, topless, going back to the cabin. So they might realise that I was still sunbathing. So they might try to introduce themselves. That thought certainly made me renew my struggles - Pauline had done a very good job of the knot, and I began to think that I would have to risk running back up the beach naked, unable to cover myself... how embarrassing that would be!

I got to my knees to peer in the direction of the guys. Maybe they would stop fooling around on the beach and go back inside their cabin. And maybe they wouldn't. One of them happened to look in my direction, and I ducked back down again - I doubted he had seen much more than my head and shoulders, but I knew now that I had to get free. He might come over to say hello...

I renewed my struggles and then it happened - I managed to twist my hands around enough so that I could pick at the knot with my fingernails. It only took a couple of minutes before I was free. I quickly donned my swimsuit and ran up the beach, back into our cabin.

"How could you do that?" I asked, Pauline, once I had got back inside.

She had dressed again, and was back in her travelling clothes. She was busy unpacking our clothes into the drawers of the main bedroom, and she stopped when I spoke.

"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," she winked, "I know that you enjoyed that."

And she was right. I had. But, further than that, I wanted revenge.

"I might have enjoyed it..." I smiled, moving over to Pauline's bag and unpacking a couple of the ribbons she likes to wear in her hair sometimes.

"You loved the thrill of being caught like that by those guys. I bet if I go back now, there'll be a wet patch in the sand."

"You can be so crude sometimes, Pauline," I said, moving up behind her and kissing her softly on the neck.

"So, do you forgive me?" she asked, moaning softly as I kissed her again.

"Maybe..." I said, looping the ribbons through the belt loops at the sides of her cut-off jeans.

"Maybe?" she asked, unaware of my actions.

I took the opportunity to grab her right wrist and pin it against her side, quickly tying the ribbon tightly around it so that her hand was trapped there. She struggled but was too late - with one arm disabled like that, I could easily overpower her and tie her left hand to her left side in a similar way. I looped the ribbons around and around, so that she wouldn't be able to break them.

"That's much better," I grinned, while she pouted, "but there's one more finishing touch needed."

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow at me as I untied her halter-neck top and removed it from her, exposing her breasts. She pulled at the ribbons but was completely helpless - there was no way she could free herself. I helped her to her feet and guided her to the backdoor of our cabin.

"Go and play on the beach with your new friends," I smiled, "I'm sure they'll untie you... eventually..."

"Hey, you don't play fair!" Pauline moaned.

"I play perfectly fair," I winked, "Now stop your moaning and let me finish the unpacking. If you don't want to go outside and play, I might consider untying you later."

She didn't have the courage to go bouncing over to the guys next door, topless and bound, asking to be untied. I finished the unpacking and sat down to enjoy reading my book, while she watched television, still bound. An hour later, she spoke:

"Laura, please untie me, I want to go outside and play!"

I put down my book and moved over to the chair she was sitting in. I checked her bonds, and they were still holding. She had been fidgetting with them non-stop for an hour, and hadn't even managed to loosen them. I kneeled between her legs and put my hands on her bare sides, leaning forward so I could take the opportunity to nuzzle her wonderful bosom.

"I'll untie you if you promise to do something for me," I said, holding her left nipple between my teeth and pulling back gently.

"Oh, anything," she smiled, thinking I was going to ask her to pleasure me... but I had something far more interesting planned for her.

"Anything?" I asked, pulling at her other nipple.

"Anything!"

"We're out of ice - go next door and borrow some from our neighbours," I said, my hands moving down to her hips so that I could untie the ribbons.

"Oh... okay... what's the catch?"

"You're not allowed to wear anything more than you're wearing now."

"You want me to go next door wearing just my cut-offs, sandals and sunglasses, and ask to borrow some ice?"

"Exactly," I grinned, releasing her from her bonds.

She grinned at me and got to her feet, covering her bare breasts with her hands as she went to the door. And all I could do was giggle as I watched her go. I knew that she had been dying for the chance to introduce herself to our neighbours, and this was the perfect opportunity. I couldn't resist following her to the back door and spying on her interaction with the neighbours - she knocked on their back door, her arm barely covering both of her breasts. I couldn't see the face of the guy who answered the door to her, but I wished I could. After a bit of chat, with Pauline looking more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment, she was eventually given a tray of ice cubes, and was soon walking back to our cabin.

"There, that wasn't too bad," I grinned, taking the ice from her.

"You evil devil," she smiled, "but I think I feel more sorry for our neighbours. They didn't know where to look!"

"I think they knew exactly where to look," I replied, "they just didn't want to be caught doing it."

"Come with me," Pauline said, "I have something to show you."

I was intrigued, so I followed her, my eyes on the smooth skin of her back. I also noticed that her cut-offs were revealing about a quarter of the bottom of each buttock, and the sight was having a distinct effect on me. I followed her into the bedroom and she immediately delved deeply into one of her bags.

"Strip," she said, in her most commanding tone.

I knew better than to disobey her, especially in the bedroom. I quickly stripped off my clothes, and was surprised to feel her hot breath on the back of my neck. She gently held my wrists and guided them behind me, and I heard the distinctive ratcheting sound of closing handcuffs before I felt the cold metal on my skin. She had obviously come very prepared for our non-bondage holiday. She pulled my arms together, making me stand up straight and stick out my chest, before she closed a second pair of handcuffs just above my elbows.

"Hey," I said, "What are you planning?"

"Don't worry," she smiled, guiding me to the bed, "This isn't revenge. This is my way of thanking you for getting us introduced to our neighbours."

"Oh yes?" I asked, as she got me to kneel on the bed, "So, you enjoyed your little adventure then?"

"There are four of them, and they are all very hot," Pauline smiled.

"You're not in love, are you?" I asked, moving to the middle of the bed on my knees.

"Lust, maybe. Don't worry, Laura, I'm in love with you. But I'm sure you'll agree that there's nothing wrong with lusting after the occasional bloke."

"Or the occasional four blokes," I smiled.

"But now all I'm interested in is your pleasure, dear Laura," she said, pushing a pink ballgag into my mouth and buckling it tightly behind my head.

"Mmmmmph!" was all I could say, as one of her hands went to my side to steady me and the other went between my legs.

Her hand gently rubbed against me, and all I could do was grind myself against her fingers. Her dextrous fingers parted my wet labia and she slowly pushed one finger inside me. I continued to grind, moaning into the gag, repositioning myself so I could part my legs further as her finger delved deep inside, stroking my inner walls... I pulled at the handcuffs, writhing on her hand, so close... my eyes closed, giving myself up to the pleasure... and then she stopped.

"Not yet, my love, not yet," she purred, leaving me on the edge of orgasm.

She gently lay me down on the bed, on my side, and proceeded to use a third pair of handcuffs to bind my ankles together. And then she produced a fourth pair of handcuffs, which went around my legs, just below the knees. I looked up at her, and she just winked. Who brings four pairs of handcuffs and a ballgag on a bondage-free holiday?

Pauline laid down beside me, pushing one of her hands between my bound thighs. And then I felt her tongue on my nipple... I writhed as she pleasured me, her thumb pushing deep inside me while she sucked on my nipples in turn. I closed my eyes again, losing myself to the moment as she licked, nibbled, sucked, suckled, nuzzled and kissed my nipples... it was so exquisite, the pleasure took over my body... and then she pushed her thumb deeper inside me and took me to that higher place...

I opened my eyes, my heart fluttering with that wonderful post-orgasm feeling as I stared straight into Pauline's eyes. I felt on top of the world. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when she heard someone at the back door of our cabin.

"Hello? Anyone home?" came a male voice - I assumed it was one of our neighbours.

"Don't go anywhere," Pauline smiled... as if I had a choice.

She quickly put on some clothes and darted out of the room, and I heard her talking with the intruder but I didn't hear what was being said. I let my mind wander, thinking of the mysterious male intruder overpowering her, then coming rushing into the bedroom and finding me bound helpless on the bed, and deciding to take advantage...

"Laura!" Pauline said, interrupting my very erotic thoughts, "We've been invited around to the guy's house tonight."

"Mmmmph," I replied, dubiously.

"Yeah, I know," Pauline said, "You won't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Mmmmmmmph," I said.

"That's better. Now, do you want me to release you?"

"Mmmmph!" I said, enthusiastically.

"Only if you promise to do something for me first..."

"Mmmph?"

"I get to choose what you wear to the guys' cabin tonight."

"Mmph..."

"I'll take that as a yes, then - here's the key. Don't take too long freeing yourself!"

And with that, she left. And I was left to struggle along the bed to wear she had put the key, fiddle with it in the lock of the handcuffs on my wrists, then put myself in a sort-of hogtie to free my ankles, then sit on the bed to free my knees and then walk downstairs so she could free my elbows. And then, finally, I could remove the ballgag and go have a shower.

"So," I smiled, while drying my hair, "what do you want me to wear tonight?"

"I've put something on the bed for you to wear," Pauline smiled.

And she had. A little, white bikini. The top had a halter neck and the bottom had a thong rear and side ties. It looked very revealing. It also looked like it would go transparent at the slightest hint of water.

"What will you be wearing?" I asked.

"Not much more than you," Pauline smiled, "Just a bikini, t-shirt, cut-offs, sandals, sunglasses... I don't want too much attention from the guys tonight."

"So you thought you'd let me have it?"

"Exactly. C'mon, sweetie, get dressed - we should be there by now."

The guy who answered the door seemed very pleased to see us. Well, he seemed very pleased to see my skimpy bikini, anyway. The guys had cleared a space on the floor of their cabin and were sitting in a circle, with rock music playing in the background. The guy who answered the door put a Bailey's in my hand and led the way to the circle, gesturing for us to sit. I sipped at my drink and one of the guys began to deal some cards.

"What's the game?" I asked.

"Poker," grinned the dealer.

"Strip poker?" Pauline asked.

"If you insist," grinned the dealer.

I glared at Pauline, and she tried her best to look innocent. I got the impression that she had planned this all along. And that was another reason why she had asked me to wear just a bikini. I had some more Bailey's and decided to go with the flow.

"It's a bit unfair, what with me only having two items of clothing," I ventured.

"I don't see a problem with that," Pauline said, "Shall we take a vote?"

"Isn't a bikini one item of clothing?" one of the guys ventured, but soon shut up when he saw the look on my face.

"Deal," Pauline said, smiling at the guy with the cards.

I was lucky the first few rounds - Pauline was soon down to her bikini and the guys soon lost their shirts, revealing a very nice array of chests. And then I lost a hand...

"Hey, I don't want to take anything off," I pouted.

"Then you'll have to do a forfeit," said the guy sitting next to me, grinning.

"Tie her up," Pauline said, winking at me.

Before I could speak, my wrists were firmly held behind me and a rope tied around them, securing them behind my back. It made playing cards a little more difficult, but I could just about manage. And the nice guy sitting next to me kept feeding me Bailey's. And then Pauline lost another.

"I'm not going to let myself be tied up," Pauline grinned, removing her bikini top and deftly hiding her bare breasts with her hand.

The guys were down to their underwear by now, and I noticed one of them sneakily hiding Pauline's top. I decided not to tell her about it. And then I lost another hand. And Pauline suggested that I be hogtied. And I was. And it's very difficult to play poker while in a hogtie - my cards were laid face-up in front of me, so that everyone could see them. Not the best course of events, but it could have been worse. I didn't fancy my chances of winning any of the hands in the rest of the game, since everyone knew what my cards were. And, lo and behold, the next person to lose a hand was me.

"What's my next forfeit?" I asked, giving up already.

"Guys," Pauline smiled, "Undo those knots on Laura's bikini."

I looked at her and she replied with a wink, as I felt three guys fumbling with the knots on my bikini - the knot behind my neck and the knot on each hip. And I realised my danger... if I moved, then I would probably leave my bikini behind. It wasn't bad enough being hogtied, but being hogtied and naked was a bit too much for me. So, I decided not to move. And Pauline somehow managed to lose the next hand, even though she could see my cards.

"Well, I'm not taking anything else off," she said, giggling.

"Forfeit!" the guys chanted.

I grinned at her, from my position on the floor. It was time for me to get my revenge. But, before I could make a suggestion, one of the guys spoke up:

"I've got a forfeit for you, but you'll have to do it in my bedroom..."

I was shocked. Pauline wasn't.

"Sure," she purred, "but it would be unfair to do it in just your bedroom. I suggest performing the forfeit in everyones' bedrooms. See you in a while, Laura, don't go anywhere..."

I didn't plan to. But as they left, and I turned my head to see them go, I lost my balance and fell onto my side... leaving my bikini on the floor. Not good. I struggled with my bonds and felt very worried by the prospect of everyone returning and finding me like this. But, then, I knew that Pauline would probably be occupying all four guys for a while...

I continued to struggle - the guys' ropework was not very good, and I soon managed to release myself. I quickly put my bikini back on and returned to my cabin. And I went to bed, not in the best of moods, having been abandoned by Pauline... but I suppose she had to get it out of her system. A while later, Pauline returned.

"I'm sorry, Laura," she said.

"That's okay," I replied, a little bit tired by such a busy day.

"I want to make it up to you," she said.

"How do you propose to do that?"

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"Like this," she said, handing me the handcuff keys.

I sat up in bed to look at her. She was standing before me, wearing just a towel. Actually, she was wearing slightly more than the towel - there was a pair of handcuffs attached to her right wrist, a pair to her left wrist, a pair to her right ankle and a pair to her left ankle, with four open cuffs dangling, unattached to anything.

"I'm all yours, Laura," she smiled, removing her towel, "You can attach me to anything you like, and leave me attached as long as you like. If you're really annoyed with me, cuff me in an uncomfortable position in the bathroom, or in our jeep, or to our neighbours front door..."

I grinned. I forgave her. And I decided to cuff her to myself for the night...