Left in charge of the docks, while Mike and subs went vacationing in Italy, I sat right there waiting for any truck to arrive.

Sitting with my legs propped up, I thought about my week in Maui. After that unfortunate experience with the two beach bums, Mistress Misty and I spent lots of time on the beach, acquiring olden tans. We also spent lots of time experimenting with various pieces of bondage equipment. One day she bound me to the St. Andrew's cross, put metal clamps on my nipples and ball sac, whipped me until I had red stripes all over the front of my body, including my cock. The next day she suspended me upside down so that my hair was almost touching the floor, again put metal clamps on my sensitive areas, and shoved a twelve inch dildo up my ass that she smeared with Ben Gay. It burned like hell for an hour after she took me down, Another day, she had made friends with some ladies out on the beach, and she invited them in, so they could have some fun at my expense. Mistress put me on my knees while the four other females sat around the room. Misty tied my hands behind my back and the other end around my nuts. I was forced to follow Her as I sucked the pussies of each one while Mistress Misty whipped me with a flogger.

I was in this reverie when I heard the toot of a horn at the dock. After I unloaded all the boxes, the driver naturally wanted his payment. But instead of a blow-job, he bent me over a table, yanked my red panties down and fucked me in the ass after he had gotten his cock soaked with my saliva.

Yep, things were getting back to normal.