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“Do you think you could go for a walk on the beach with it?” he asks.

“Oh, Sir, I don’t know…” I stop and think a minute. “I mean… I’d have to walk all the way down there, and – and then walk on the beach?” I picture myself trying to navigate this journey with our new toy vibrating between my legs. Well, let’s be clear, vibrating inside me, between my thighs, nestled in me while the external part vibrates against my clit. With me hoping it doesn’t fall out on the way to the lobby.

“I don’t know, Sir…” I say, hoping he understands that is submissive speak for, “Oh, my, no, I can’t do that!” I imagine him saying, ‘Oh, that is probably a bit much,’ and coming up with a smaller challenge.

Instead, he says, “Well, I guess we’ll find out in the morning.”

“Oh. Yes, Sir,” I reply, because really, what else can I say?

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In the morning, his message is clear. I am to put the toy on – or put it in – and prepare for a walk to the beach. Feeling a bit of trepidation, I apply some lube – but not too much or it really will fall out! I choose some panties that fit snugly and some spandex shorts that will also serve as a barrier to the toy vibrating completely away from me. Putting the panties and shorts on is tricky; I can’t just bend from the waist, but squatting isn’t good either, so I do this super awkward maneuver, half squat, half bend. Make a mental note to put them on and leave them around my knees first next time.

I add a tunic top that covers me to the thighs cause I don’t want anyone to notice my shorts vibrating. Then, I consider myself as ready as I can be. Except I feel like I have to keep my legs crossed to be able to walk and I can’t actually walk with my legs crossed – ok, I can, but not in public, it’s going to look like I have to pee.

But Sir starts the vibration and after the first moment of shock, I discover it’s actually easier to walk now than when it was off. Slowly, carefully, I make my way to the door.

“Let me know when you get to the stairs,” he says.

“Yes, Sir,” I say, “I will.” I think I sound a little breathless, but that’s not surprising. There is a constant vibration – steady enough and low enough that I can walk, but still. It doesn’t matter if I don’t use a lot of lube, I am already ridiculously wet. It’s hard to concentrate.

“I’m at the stairs, Sir,” I say and he turns it off. I feel bereft. Slowly making my way down, carefully watching where I put each foot, I realize I also have to focus more on the toy when it’s completely still. Clenching hard, I’m glad I’ve been doing my Kegels.

“Done,” I say, as soon as I hit the bottom. The vibration starts and I jerk a bit, glance around to see if anyone notices, and start on my way again. Step by step. Trying to move with some kind of grace.

Thank goodness it’s early and I only cross paths with a couple of people.

Aroused and distracted , struggling to concentrate, I make my way across the boardwalk. Onto the beach at last. Then –

“Turn left,” he says. “Look for a break – an opening – in the dunes.”

I am befuddled. “An opening? In the dunes?”

“Yes,” he explains patiently, “An area where it’s set back a bit, where there’s a bit of clear space.”

I wander down the beach, still not quite sure what I’m looking for. The vibrator is throbbing, or maybe that’s me throbbing, and I can’t think about anything else, but I have to think about walking, and – oh, and looking for, um, a break in the dunes?

I haven’t gone very far, although it feels like I’ve been walking a really long time, when it suddenly clicks for me and I say “Oh, we’re looking for privacy!”

“Exactly,” he says.

And then there is a spot, an area I can step into too where I won’t be seen unless someone is standing practically in front of me. I move into the open area and lean back against the dunes.

The vibrator, which has been quite low, zooms into action and I gasp, I might have cried out. I don’t even know. The steady low throb has started a fire that just needed this bit of kindling to fully ignite. I struggle to keep the sound down but I am moaning quickly.

“Play with your nipples,” he says, “Put your left hand on your right nipple.” It takes me a second to figure out the left and right part, but I get it.

“Squeeze,” he says, and I moan again, but ‘Harder,” he says, and I whimper as I obey. “Now the other one,” he says.

The vibrator is finding a rhythm. My hips are moving, the sensation is building, and I don’t know if it takes a long time or just a few minutes but then I’m almost there –

gasping, “I’m going to come, can I come, please, Sir,” and

“Yes,” he says. “Come now.” And I do, of course, like the good girl I am. Right?

He turns it down then, not off, but down. At first it feels like it might be too much, but it’s actually kind of settling.

I catch my breath, and absorb the “good girl” and other praise he gives me like it’s water in a desert.

And we begin the long, slow walk back to my room.

It’s a relief to get home.

I’m glad I did it, proud of myself for having done it. I know that my Sir is pleased because the last thing he says is:

“Tomorrow, we’ll take it to breakfast.”