Our weekends were what weekends were for; unwinding after a rough week at work. We would go to the beach when the weather was nice, put up a couple of...umbrellas, read or walk along the beach, jump in the surf to cool off, or ride the waves with my daughter. Some mornings we would take a leisurely bike ride, most of the time down to the bay coast road and out onto West Point Island, a small chunk of land just off the main island connected by a short bridge. Here, there was little traffic, there. She would bend me over and spank my white ass until it turned red before donning her strap-on dildo and fucking me with it roughly. She loved drilling my pussy with her dildos. And not just my pussy. One time, she shoved a dildo up my ass while fisting my pussy. Did I mention that I was tied up and spread-eagled on a table at the time? Yeah, I was. And I absolutely delighted in how she handled me. I'm the submissive and she's my Mistress. Now my Mistress admitted to having submissive. He was taller than me and in very good shape for 65 compared to my 36. After a couple of drinks I could feel his hand under the table reaching in between my legs and start to rub my cock. I told him not in the bar but to go somewhere else.I was a mixture of nervousness and excitement as we found a quiet lane and his big hands were all over me. He undid my jeans and put his hands inside and groped my bum which very quickly got me aroused. I was then bent over and had my jeans and pants pulled. Bad girls. Crooks. Manipulators. Man-haters. Woman-haters. Racists. Anti-religious activists. Religious fundamentalists. Sex freaks. Radical feminists. Traditionalists. Animal rights activists. Environmentalists. They’re all the same to me. Though they all claim to be different from one another, they use the same tools to get what they want. Manipulation. Deception. Blackmail. Extortion. Intimidation. False accusations. Brute force. Treachery. And the list goes on. Here I am, twenty three years.