Pool-side Picnic

(All individuals mentioned were willing participants all above the age of 18+)

Have you ever just been relaxing by the pool? Maybe at a resort or a rec center and you happen to see a very cute girl, multiple of them in fact and you just can’t look away. You see those girls lounging around, wearing cute and sexy swimsuits, lathering each other in sunscreen, and clearly enjoying themselves. You want to approach but wow they are just out of your league. 

You try and get a closer look, maybe try and spot your favorite amongst the crowd. You spot all shapes and sizes, all beautiful of course, but you really want one that just feels right. You scan the area, looking in the pool and around it, hoping to spot a girl you feel like you could court. Then, suddenly, you spot one. A busty brunette laying on a towel near the pool. She’s got all the right curves, especially in her breasts, plus she is laying on her stomach, which helps accentuate her rear.

She’s wearing a large white beach hat with a pink ribbon attached, matching her white bikini with pink accent lines. Her feet are kicked up behind her, as if an invisible hogtie was in pulling her legs closer to her back. She’s wearing a large black facemask, odd to see here at the pool, but hey, some people are sick or want privacy.

You think about how you’re going to approach her. She’s reading a book under an umbrella and she doesn't seem interested in anything the other models are doing. That’s right, these aren't just any girls at the pool, these are all models. Now these models aren’t super model or runway level, but they have the look and attitude that just proves they belong here. Where is here? Well, this pool party is a private event, hosted by a very wealthy gentleman, whom you happen to be friends with. 

These girls were rented out to be wonderful pool-side decorations, no rules saying you can’t talk them up. You see other men at the party start to inch their way to the models on the opposite side of the pool, the more sociable ones waving them over for conversation. All you can think about is her, the one in white, the one laying out and almost hiding from the world. You feel a little anti-social, so maybe she is too. At least you have that in common, what an excellent way to break the ice. 

You slowly work your way to her side of the pool. She is really into her book, she hasn’t noticed you approaching. You awkwardly wave at the other models as you pass by, no sense in rejecting them or being rude, despite having your eyes on the prize. None of the other guests seem to be gunning for her, she’s all yours champ. You finally reach her, and try to be as cool and nonchalant as possible. You sit in front of her, sitting at the edge with your legs and feet in the water. You glance at her, yet she still shows no signs of acknowledging you.

You awkwardly try to get her attention, with small talk. “So… what brings you here today?” Really? That’s your opener? Well, I guess it is better than a cheesy pickup line. It did work however, she knows you meant that for her, and she lifts her head up, making eye contact with you. She’s got blue eyes, and they look tired or maybe she looks uninterested. She noticeably doesn't respond, just stares at you.  

Does she not like you? Did you fumble already? No way. Clearly she is listening so maybe try again? “I’m sorry for coming on strong, I just thought you were cute and wanted to say hello.” Her eyes get a bit wider, is that a good thing or a bad thing? She squints her eyes in a teasing way, she’s analyzing you. She puts her book down, and places her wrists on her cheeks, supporting her head, she slowly begins to kick her feet. She’s interested in you, or she’s playing with you.

You really like her, or at least the way she looks, but you can’t help but wonder why she hasn’t spoken yet. Suddenly, the man of the hour is nearby, a little ways behind her. You know him from college, you wave him down and he spots you. He arrives, clearly happy to see you and his model just inches away from his feet. The girl gives him a little wave, turning her head to him and then back to you. You stand up, needing to whisper into his ear to ask just what is going on with this girl. “Hey man, love the party, can I ask about this model you got here?” He laughs and agrees to answer, “Sure what’s wrong, she is not to your liking?” You get worried, he said that a little loud.

“No no no! She just doesn't talk at all, I'm worried I’m upsetting her or something.” The man laughs. “Dude, this one right here, is going to be a whole lot for you to unpack. Sweetheart, care to fill him in, he’s pretty vanilla.” You seem confused, what does any of that mean? He points down at her and she waves for you to sit where you were initially. You do so, watching as the girl starts to slowly pull down on her mask, revealing a large red ball gag in her mouth. 

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Let’s rewind the clock and switch to my perspective on this. I was recently invited to a pool party by a man who was pretty well known and well liked on the site. He was hosting a big birthday party and was looking for models to be a part of it. The job was pretty simple, we’d all come, enjoying the party and serve as eye candy or playthings if he ever asked us. The guests would all have some connection to his real life or kink life, so we were encouraged to not wear or do anything too freaky. 

It was starting to feel like Summer in Texas, so I was ready to bust out some swimsuits and finally have a paid session where I didn’t have to endure too much heavy bondage. In fact, I was convinced I may not have to do any bondage at all, considering this was a relatively busy event. Lots of people would probably dissuade this guy from making us do anything too crazy. 

The party was on a Saturday. The event started at 10am but we were asked to arrive around 9ish. There were about 10 of us in attendance. When we arrived, and it felt like we all arrived at the same time, I was surrounded by nine gorgeous women. I felt kinda out of place but I didn’t let that discourage me. These girls were all different heights and skin colors, nationalities, and much more. We were taken to the pool and given spots to leave our things and get set up. All of us arrived in our swimsuits with maybe a shirt covering it so changing took very little time. We all did sunscreen, in which many of the other girls asked me to help apply to their back and many offered to help me. It helped me feel a whole lot more comfortable. 

The host for the day, the man who invited all of us, came out and told us that we’d each play a role in this party. The party was Heaven or Hell and we’d all get a role that we’d embody for the day. I was guessing angels and devils but instead he called us out one by one, telling us what we would do. The first seven girls were labeled as the seven deadly sins. Wrath was a more fit/muscular girl, lust had a very skimpy bikini, Pride had a lot of rainbow accessories which made the most sense. One by one he named these seven girls, encouraging them to show off their sin and really look the part with the guests. 

The guests were going to be 98% male from his own estimates, so we’d be the only women. Our core job was to entertain and make sure the guests were having a good time. He said he’d meet with the three remaining girls next while the others were dismissed. Once it was just us and the host, he explained we’d be the three evils. Speak, Hear, and See. He also informed us that we were the only girls from the site and we’d be given special props. I was obviously given the role of Speak no Evil, which included a large red ball gag. The girl who saw no evil got a blindfold she got to wear on her head, not really covering her eyes. Lame. However she did get to wear this red leather body harness over her black two piece swimsuit. The girl who heard no evil was given these really cute pink headphones with matching fuzzy ankle and wrists cuffs. She was actually going to be the DJ for the event and was ushered to her station.

He told us to enjoy ourselves and use the props how we see fit. I decided that this ball gag could either serve as a necklace or an actual gag. I decided to wait and actually wear the gag as a necklace. The other girl, the one playing see no evil, was totally shocked and excited when she saw me putting it on. The gag dangled around my neck with my hair hiding most of the straps. It's a bit of a medium length now, and I style it so that it comes down from both of my shoulders and the rest hangs down my neck in the back.

I put on my hat and laid a towel by the pool. I set up my book and an umbrella and decided to relax until it was time to begin. The other girls were all socializing and snacking, while me and hear no evil were still by the pool, taking it easy. Eventually, the guests began to arrive ,so hear no evil rushed over to her nearby station and started to get some music going. This backyard we were in was very private, large trees and hedges blocked off any sight from the neighbors. The pool area was huge and the backyard in general was really big. I put my gag in my mouth properly and started to read my book, acting like I was uninterested in the party. My goal was to see how long I could go without talking to anyone.

The party was now officially underway and I could spot a couple guys eyeing me and the girl up. One guy was really locked in on me. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, kinda normal looking. He was ginger from what I could see, a bit scrawny but not unhealthy looking. Just regular. I could tell he was looking at me, he was not subtle. I couldn't tell if he had the courage to approach me. To my surprise, he did, even going as far as to sit right in front of me. He tried making small talk, I didn’t know what to do. I was gagged under a face mask I had brought with me. He clearly couldn’t tell.

Finally with intervention from the host, I was forced to reveal myself and the reason for our lack of communication. I slowly lowered the face mask revealing my gag to him. “He looked startled, and kinda jerked back saying, “What the hell, is that a ball gag?!” The host laughed saying I was ‘Speak no Evil’ and of course wasn’t going to speak, not unless I really wanted to. I got the hint and loosened the gag, letting it fall on my chest, acting as a necklace once again. The drool from the gag ran down into my cleavage, something he may have noticed. I could tell from his face he was confused, but his pants thought differently.

The host excused himself, telling me not to go too hard on his friend. The man caught his breath and asked why I was wearing a gag and hiding it. “You see how you reacted when you saw it, didn’t it feel better not knowing it was there?” I said, still teasing him. He placed his hands behind him, using them to support his weight and lean back a little. “Just surprised me is all, I saw the girl wearing that red harness and the DJ’s got like handcuffs on, but I didn’t know it was going to be like a kinky party.”

I giggled at him. “It’s not, the host just wanted to have a theme and we were given the props to do with as we wanted.” He looked at me, then my chest, then back at me. “So, you wanted to wear that?” I looked down at the gag dangling on my upper chest. “You want me to take it off? Or maybe you want me to put it back on?” I could tell he’s embarrassed easily, and men don’t know how to act when women talk like this. He got very flustered and said he didn't care. I knew he was lying but kept it on anyway. 

We talked for a while, still sitting by the pool as the party continued. He even brought me a plate of food once lunch and snacks were ready which was really sweet. I didn’t eat much, maybe a few odd grapes on my plate. Our chat came to an end when the host returned looking for me. He informed me that he needed me for something and to follow him. I did as I was told, informing the man I’d return. The host led me towards the house and inside through some doors that led to the living room. We kept walking, turning left until we arrived at a guest room that had doors and windows that overlooked the backyard. I could see my spot and the guy still waiting for me there, how cute. 

I took a moment to look out the window, I noticed only seven of the girls were still down there. The other two, who were grouped with me, were also missing. The man threw open a nearby closet to reveal that the girl playing the role of ‘see no evil’ was tied up in an assortment of cuffs and chains, links and harnesses. She wore a panel gag and her blindfold was now a leather version, all of which was colored pink. She wore earplugs and was hooked up to a couple bullet vibrators, all leading to her chest or crotch. She was on her knees, clearly fighting the vibrations and losing. 

The man was impressed with his capture. I looked behind her to see if the other member of our trio was in there too, only to notice a sound coming from behind me, under the sheets. The man nudged me to take a closer look, and when I pulled the covers, a fully mummified girl was sitting there, strapped to the bed with rope, also blindfolded and wearing her headphones from the pool. Her tape was the color red and the mummification seemingly went all the way from her toes to just under her nose. To provide some visualization, the girl in the closet, who we will refer to as ‘pink’ because that's easier, was a plain white girl. C-cup and long legs. She had dirty blonde hair and no discernible details. The mummified girl had mocha skin, so she was most likely mixed race, leaning towards being a latina if anything. We will call her ‘red’. She had maybe b-cup breasts but hips and an ass that were pretty curvy, clearly she knew where her assets were.

Both girls were deaf, mute, and immobilized, probably having next to no idea we were in the room with them. I turned to the host and understood that I was most likely next. “Yeah, these two weren’t as social as I’d hoped, so they're serving me in a different way.” I noticed cameras set up, one on a tripod near ‘red’ and another attached to the closet doors for ‘pink’. I guess this guy likes his home movies, and I was still wondering where I fell in this situation.

“You were great talkin up my boy like that, so I’d like to extend an offer if that suits you.” I was listening, I had a feeling I knew what he was going to suggest, but i’d like to know my options. “I was thinking, you could take him upstairs, show him a good time and I'll throw in some extra dollars.” I made him a face that could only express the emotion ‘no’. “Or, you can join these girls here and I'll give you a little bonus.” So my options were: Get sold off to a man for sex that I barely knew or be subjected to bondage and torture for an undisclosed amount of time. 

I went with bondage and torture.

The man ordered me to a corner where he tied me up with white rope. I’m sensing an underlying theme here with the colors of his three victims. This would look really cute on Valentine's day, except it’s late May. He secured my wrists and then attached a rope which fed into a pulley above my head, which when pulled, pulled my arms up and forced me to arch my back. A strappado!? He then secured a rope harness to my chest which was odd because it was pretty useless since it wasn’t pinning my arms down, and then a spreader bar for my ankles which forced me into this rather uncomfortable and provocative position. 

I too was required to wear a (you guessed it) white ball gag, blindfold and earplugs. My senses were taken away one by one, but I could feel his wandering hands groping and touching me all over. I mean, we were paid to be here and were prepared for this kind of treatment, but talk about a 180. Anway, four vibrating bullets were taped to my thighs with two going into my bikini bottom and the other two into my bikini top. He fiddled with the positioning for a while, which tickled, but eventually he flipped them on and I began to squirm. 

These damn vibrators were on high, like the max setting, doesn't he know about getting things warmed up first? I can’t imagine what that room sounded like, the other girls had a low setting when I first saw them, but I had a feeling he increased the power for them too, driving all of us crazy. I wondered how many bullets this guy owned, there were like 12 total on just the three of us? Who owns that many toys? He probably had more. What about the party and guests, surely some of them would be worried or maybe confused about our disappearance. 

Did the host tell them we left? Or maybe he was going to sell the footage to the guests at a premium! I better get a cut of the profits too! What was even the point in doing this to us? Why not do this when you aren’t hosting a huge party with tons of people nearby? I thought of the young man who stayed with me by the pool. I felt bad for abandoning him, maybe I should have taken the first deal and just slept with him. I don’t know, I just take a little more pride in myself than to let myself be that easy for men. I don’t have any shame though, lost that years ago. 

Maybe the host was going to bring his guests around, put on on display and let his friends watch our helpless, jerking bodies go crazy at the torture and bondage we were subjected to. I was drooling like crazy, my body was dripping with sweat and drool. I really need a dip in the pool after this. He never said how long we’d be like this, I assumed maybe an hour at most. This was too much for a person to handle. I tugged at my wrists, maybe hoping for this strappado to come loose and I could stand up straight. This position was killer and my boobs only made it feel heavier. 

Time passed. I had no clue how long due to the intensive torture and deprivation, but it felt like an eternity. I bet only 20 minutes had passed, but still, this was like actual torture. I was not having a great time, I wanted to be let go. I was starting to regret my choice. Suddenly, the vibrators stopped? I had no clue if I orgasimed or not, but I was praying that this was the end. The earplugs were removed and the host’s words slowly came into focus. “Looks like you held out, must be pretty tough. I think I got enough, you can return to the party, it’s looking like it’s going to wrap up soon.”

My strappado was undone and I nearly collapsed to the floor. I was unblinded and leaned on the bed, the girl in red was still mummified but her vibrators were off. She was docile, not speaking a word, maybe asleep? The closet doors were open and pink was gone, maybe back downstairs, sure enough, she was by her pool bench, laying out in the late afternoon sun. I decided to go back to the pool as well, I was sticky and needed a rinse. 

I got in the pool without getting any attention and looked for my young man friend. He was nowhere in sight. I swam to my poolside umbrella where I left my stuff, it was all there, right where I’d left it. I slowly got out of the pool and realized I no longer had the red ball gag around my neck? Did I lose it? Did the host remove it when I was tied up? I don’t know why, but I was bummed to lose it, even when it wasn’t really mine to begin with. I floated for a while, noticing I was the only one in the pool at this point, I got out and laid on my towel, waiting for a clock to run out and be dismissed for the day.

This was definitely not something I was used to. These bondage requests that involve weird scenarios or places seem to creep up on me, especially in the summertime. I would like to see a real bondage-themed pool party but this may be the closest I get. This particular event reminded me a lot of the trip I took to Mexico almost a year ago. This played out very similarity, but with a lot less bondage, which made me sad in a pathetic way.

 Guests started to phase out, happy birthday was sung, and the models dispensed with the crowd, myself included. I never saw that young man after I returned, nor do I think I ever will. It’s probably for the best that he never sees me again, but hey, who knows? When I got home, I was exceptionally tired, but I remembered I had some ‘groceries’ I needed to bring inside. I went to my trunk and took a large duffle bag out and into my apartment with me. I had my own birthday party to look forward to…