by A. C. Melody
“Sneak a peek, little fox,” Felix granted. “You won’t be able to look around once dinner begins.”
Thrilled with the opportunity, Tessa lifted her gaze and smiled. It was larger than she’d guessed, with two long tables flanking either side of the center aisle and two shorter tables set horizontally at the far end. Those had naked subs lying on top of them—one male, one female—being objectified as platters, covered in various foods and domed dishes. The longer tables were decorated with wild grass centerpieces and set up to accommodate all of the guests and their subs for dinner.
Thick logs supported the thatched roof, each one holding a carved wooden mask. Handwoven oval baskets hung in varying lengths, acting as chandelier clusters to light the whole place up without being too bright and ruining the atmosphere. All the décor followed the jungle theme and Tessa couldn’t help wondering how much of it was authentically Fijian. It appeared genuine, right down to tribal patterned mats beneath the stoneware.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered when he cupped her cheek and prompted her head down again.
“You’re welcome, pet.”
The D/s couples were directed to sit in a row of chairs which had been arranged to face the veranda on either side of a clear path leading to the gardens. The remainder of the guests mingled, watching from the sidelines or gathered in the covered area. Tessa knelt at Felix’s feet after he claimed the first chair left of the path. The grass was soft and still warm from the sweltering day despite the sun being nearly set. Dusk had fallen on Dark Day Isle, and Sir Louis appeared before them, dressed in casual slacks and shoes like her Master.
“Good evening, kinksters. I hope our contestants remember all the stops we made along our tour, because tonight’s activity is a kinky scavenger hunt.”
More excitement rushed through Tessa and she hoped she’d remember where all the crucial places were. Most of them had been on the lower floor of the resort, though, so how hard could it be?
“The rules are simple,” Louis continued. “Your dominants will be given all of your clues. After you’ve completed a task or located an item, you will return here, kneel before your Master or Mistress to present the proof, then they will give you the next clue. Once the hunt is concluded, we’ll go through the items of those few contestants who finish their clues first to determine the winners. There will be prizes for first, second and third place. Good luck.”
Staff members handed out the clues, then the subs were instructed to face their dominants to receive their first one.
“Ladies and gentlemen, are we ready?” Louis asked. The dominants confirmed they were. “Then release your subs from their protocols now, please, and let the scavenger hunt begin!”
Felix lifted Tessa’s chin and gave her a firm look as he disconnected her leash. “Not all protocols, little fox. Your socializing rules still stand,” he stated briskly, ducking his head closer to give her an encouraging grin. “Otherwise, be fast and kick ass, baby.”
She flashed him a grin as she accepted her first clue from him and leaped to her feet. She hurried through the open doors to the resort as her eyes scanned the paper.
In the place where our guests we greet,
You’ll find the beast that stirs beneath.
What the hell did that mean? Anxious, the best place Tessa could think of was upstairs, either in the main foyer or...the main entrance! Why else would Louis have pointed that out during their tour? Confident in her choice, she dashed up the stairs and it was little relief to see she wasn’t the only one headed in that direction, because her first clue was so freaking far away. The odds were slim that she’d get back to her Master before anyone else. When she didn’t see anything in the commons or the foyer, she barged out the front doors and grinned to find giant plastic tubs filled with stuffed animals.
The sign propped up on a tall easel behind them read: Choose the animal that best represents your Master or Mistress.
That’s easy! Tessa dove into the bins, digging through horses, snakes, alligators, puppies and kittens, until she happened upon a dark gray wolf with golden eyes. It would’ve been so much better had they been blue, but she wasn’t going to waste any time on slim odds. She ran as fast as she dared back through the resort and dropped her clue card halfway down the stairs. Cursing under her breath, she bent to scoop it up and groaned from the butt plug. Then one of the male subs zipped right past her and back out to the veranda. Damn it!
Tessa sprinted the rest of the way, but it wasn’t until she was kneeling in front of Felix again that she felt the fiery burn in her nipples from the clamps. Choking back a moan, she watched her Master eye the stuffed wolf with an arched brow after reading the clue.
“We’re going to talk about this later, pet,” he muttered, handing her the next card. “Hurry.”
She hid her impish grin, jumping to her feet to run.
A new fetish you must confess
in Suckled Red upon your flesh
Where all pets go to look their best.
Tessa darted into the resort, past the café and headed for the beauty salon, but paused in the middle of the corridor. She reread the last line on the card, realizing that was the real clue. Where pets go... The beauty salon would be for everyone, including the dominants. The Pet Groomer, right! She spun in a slow circle, looking all around and couldn’t remember where it was. The adrenaline pumping through her veins urged her to move faster, making it harder to concentrate on her memories of the tour. She whirled at the sound of bare feet slapping across the marble and saw another female sub darting out of a room midway down to the right. There was red writing all over her bare stomach and Tessa had to fight the desire to grab the woman and kiss her. Bingo!
She raced right into the same room and was greeted by a mess...a tell-tale sign that she wasn’t even the second sub to make it to that particular location. Shit, how far behind was she? Refusing to let it discourage her, Tessa dove into the hundreds of lip dye tubes scattered across one of the vanity tables. Every shade known to man was there, still wrapped in plastic. Another quick glance at her clue gave her the name she needed, as she grabbed up handfuls and squinted at the tiny white lettering. She ended up with two Suckled Reds in the first try.
Her teeth came in handy to get through the plastic barrier, but then Tessa was faced with another dilemma; which fetish did she want to confess? It was a new one, still fresh in her mind from their tour. She smiled, as she propped her foot up onto the padded bench and wrote the single word out on her inner thigh in French. She replaced the lid, waved her hand to dry the dye quickly, then booked ass back out to the lawns, praying it wouldn’t smear along the way.
She knelt before Felix first, presenting him with the clue and lip dye.
“Let me see,” he prompted.
On her feet, Tessa angled toward him due to the Dom sitting just to his left and turned her leg outward so he could read the word.
“Oh, you naughty girl,” he groaned.
Her cheeks reddened, delighted by his reaction. Exhibitionism had never been on her wish list until he’d threatened to make her come on a crowded beach without a sound. Until she’d seen Voyeur Hall and imagined what it might be like on the other side of the glass. Felix patted her leg closed and handed her the next card.
“Faster, my pet, you’re not that far behind.”
That insight got her excitement flowing again and she took off. The next several clues were easy, just a matter of finding the specific items and returning to Felix as fast as possible.
In the dining room, each table had a giant glass bowl filled with a mixture of cock rings, condoms and finger puppets. The clue only indicated she was to choose something blue, something ribbed and something studded, it gave no specification which item it had to be, but she made sure to pick one of each just in case.
From the tailor shop, she had to choose two clothespins in her favorite color, and two in her least favorite color. Felix arched a brow at her choice.
“You don’t
like yellow?”
“No, Master,” she crinkled her nose.
“Good to know,” he smirked.
Tessa groaned to herself and took off with the next clue, wondering why she kept giving him more ammunition to use against her. Talk about being a masochist!
The terrace was where she got tripped up. Not because the clue was difficult, just that she was getting to see the whole thing in person for the first time, and it took her breath away. The infinity pool was lit up, glowing blue in the otherwise, intimate lighting. If she were to walk to the edge, she’d be able to peer down onto the roof of the veranda or maybe even see all the guests on the lawns. Yet, from the back, all she could see was endless dark ocean and stars stretched to the horizon. The parts she hadn’t been able to see before, included a hot tub atop the stairs, surrounded by a river of more water that ran off the edge in a waterfall to a river that flowed under a Tiki bar and into the pool. The jacuzzi had been drained of water and filled to the brim with Mardi Gras beads. In and amongst them were the anal beads she had the damnedest time finding.
The Bathhouse had a few communal tubs and the smallest was full of water and unopened bottles of lube. Like the lip dye, the choices were endless, which made it nearly impossible to find the right one. Tessa was no longer sure how she was fairing and feared it was worse than before. She tried to cling to the hope that it was taking all the other subs just as long to find their items. Every time she passed them, or happened to be in the same room as them, they didn't seem to be moving any faster than her, so that kept her spirits high.
The next clue took her to the kink shop, so she used the shortcut Sir Louis had shown them, jogging down the concrete steps from the rear lawns and racing up the path. She pulled the door open and ran right into two other subs brawling over a pair of crotchless panties, blocking her way. Seriously?
When it became clear there was no way around them, and they weren’t going to stop, Tessa knew she had to try something else.
“Hey, all you’re doing is making sure you lose!” she yelled over their heated insults and struggles.
“I’m not wearing orange panties!” one of the girls fumed, as she continued trying to wrench a package of pink ones out of the other girl’s hands.
“I was here first, you selfish bitch!” the other girl seethed, playing her part in the tug-of-war.
Great, now what? Tessa wanted the orange panties, real bad, but they were in her way. An idea struck her, when she spotted something pink to her right. They weren’t panties, but the other two didn’t have to know that.
“Hey, aren’t those more right there?” she pointed.
“Where?” Both girls jolted into action, racing out of her way.
Tessa lunged forward, grabbed the orange pair of panties and took off running, not even bothering to stick around for them to turn on her. Outside on the path, she remembered the clue had instructed her to put them on. With another curse under her breath, she ripped open the package and hopped on one foot, then the other, before shimmying them up her legs. Tessa kept glancing over her shoulder, expecting one or both of the subs to come screaming out after her, but they never did, and she started worrying.
She was already used to the feel of the butt plug. It had been a constant presence but hadn’t caused her any problems so far. That changed right away, because the panties she’d grabbed weren’t just crotchless, they were a thong and the lace pressed real snug against the gem in her ass. Tessa released a quiet moan as her muscles tightened around it and heat liquefied through her sex. Fighting the fresh wave of arousal, she rushed back to Felix, her stomach turning with unease.
“Master,” she panted in his ear. “I don’t want to tattle, but there were two subs fighting in the kink shop, and I think they might still be at it.”
He didn't hesitate to act, prompting her to kneel and signaling for one of the attendants. The man approached, and Felix relayed the problem to him in a confidential tone. Once he stepped away to see to the matter, Felix returned his attention to Tessa with a soft caress on her cheek.
“Good girl. Now show me.”
Tessa handed him the empty package and clue as she stood up. He tossed them both into a bag filled with the other items and pulled her closer. His hand slid under the hem of her skirt, lifting it just enough for him to see the pastel orange lace against her skin. He slid his hand between her legs and petted over her exposed pussy to ensure they were indeed crotchless.
“Really good girl,” he praised.
He handed her the next clue, then swatted her ass with a little shove toward the resort.
Yeah, yeah, I’m hurrying.
The Custom Kink Boutique was a store for custom-made tools of the trade, complete with an engraving station. Tessa was supposed to pick a toy she’d never used before, which wasn’t as easy as one would think. Many toys had been used on her throughout her experience in the lifestyle, yet there were some she’d never even heard of. How was she supposed to pick something, when she wasn’t altogether sure what it was meant to do to her?
In the end, she opted for a Violet Wand, because she at least had some knowledge of its purpose, and was just about to rush out of the shop when something caught her eye. A lock. She set the wand aside and bent down to look at the package depicting a chastity belt. Her entire body heated. The thought of Felix’s reaction sent a delicious quake of desire right through her. Feeling good about her decision, she ran back outside to present it to him, her heart quickening with anticipation.
Tessa knelt on the soft grass and waited. He read the clue, then just stared at her choice without taking it. When he plucked it out of her hands at last, he deposited straight into the bag and gave her the next card.
“Hurry, Tessa.”
His tone was flat. She swallowed the unexpected sting of disappointment, fighting the tightness in her throat while hurrying back into the house. It dulled her excitement, but she didn’t want to make it worse by losing the challenge. The dread of him being even more displeased had her moving faster. The burn in her nipples never ceased, but she paid little mind to it anymore. After having to find a dildo the same color as Felix’s eyes in the Room of Glory, she was instructed to go into Voyeur Hall. The tables held small digital recorders and she was relieved to see there were still a lot left. If she’d deciphered the clue right, she was supposed to choose one of the scenes from their tour and record a minute of it, describing it as if being done to her by her Master.
Embarrassment had her restarting the recording three times. She had very little experience with expressing things out loud. Which was why it had been so easy for her to be in the Victorian household for so long, where even the hint of sensuality was highly taboo. Tessa already knew she’d be the worst person on the planet at phone sex. With another deep breath, she remembered what it had been like to stand in front of the window earlier and explain how everything felt to Felix. She closed her eyes and imagined they were just that way again, with him crowding behind her, commanding her words.
When she returned to him, he held the recorder to his ear and a sultry smile curved his mouth, as he listened.
“Good girl,” he approved, giving her the next card. “You’re almost done, pet.”
The words were as much of a relief as his pleased expression. For the next clue, Tessa ended up in the Littles Playhouse. She’d spent a few months trying to be a Princess for a Daddy Dom once, and it hadn’t worked well. It just wasn’t what she needed, but Tessa had to admit, she was envious of all the fun activities in the giant space. Without a doubt, it was one of the most controversial and misunderstood dynamics in the lifestyle, but staring at all the awesome supplies in the arts-and-crafts center, Tessa kind of wished she had the freedom to embrace her inner, carefree kid without anyone judging her the way Gema got to do with her Dom.
Tessa wasn’t very artistic, though, and had to draw a secret fantasy for her Master. She hoped he got the gist of her stick-people version. There was no thought as she used markers
to replicate the scene they’d watched together in Voyeur Hall. The mixture of dread and desire she’d felt from Felix’s gleeful, sadistic reaction hadn’t diminished the reason the scene had appealed to her to begin with, or why she’d been so captivated by the torment and all the imagined pleasure.
Finished, she put all the markers away and hurried back to him. He studied her drawing for a moment with an amused, but puzzled expression. It crept into startled hunger once he realized what it was and he lowered the paper to his lap. He pulled her up into his chest and tucked his mouth to her ear.
“Is this really the fantasy you want to stick with, Tessa, or is it simply a convenient one?” he demanded.
Her pulse thickened as she imagined being the sub bound and tormented by so many sensations at once. Her entire body would be turned into one giant erogenous zone that ached with desperate longing, and there wasn’t a single doubt in her mind.
“I know it seems convenient, Master,” she whispered. “But I really do want to try it.”
He was silent for a moment, then brushed his lips over her cheek and temple. “Very well,” he accepted, his tone flat again, before he leaned back and gave her a wink. “Only two clues left, little fox, I think we stand a good chance at winning, so be quick.”
Confused by his conflicting reactions, she simply nodded and took off with her new card. In the gym, her nipples screamed in terror as she dug through bins of nipple clamps in search of the kettlebell variety. The burning pain from the clamps she was already wearing increased when she found them and felt their weight in her palm. She whimpered, knowing there was no way in hell she’d ever be able to endure them for any length of time.
Returning to Felix was its own kind of torment. Her breasts felt too exposed all the sudden and she had the strongest desire to wrap her arms around them, protect them from further torture. His only response to the clamps was a quiet moan of approval, but that was enough to have her wishing she could run to the nearest beach and chuck them far out into the ocean. She’d take the ass whooping for it, too. Gladly. Yet, she knew that wouldn’t be the end of the punishment. Where there was one set of nipple clamps, there were a million more that were far worse.