Chapter 25: At the Beach

“Why would tourists want to spend the night locked in a cavern?” I ask.

“There are those who want to stay somewhere unusual and sample what we experience. They turn up in the late afternoon and are released straight after breakfast. Most get a kinky thrill from it all, although a few quit after one night. Visiting doms also book their own sub in for a few nights to make use of the training facilities.”

“And what of the Señoritas and Condesa?”

“Señoritas Maria and Juana are paid professionals. Condesa is the younger sister of Mistress Valerie whom you will have seen at the last Dominas-Kongress. When Mistress Claudia is away then Condesa takes charge of Cavernas del Diablo.”

“Do you never dream of doing something better?” I ask. “I always wanted to be a vulcanologist, but jobs in that field are few and far between.”

“One day I will feel strong enough to leave the protection of Mistress Claudia,” says Cassie. “I was abused as a child and an alcoholic mess by the time I was twenty. My school grades are shit, so I’ve no prospect of getting a high paid job ... or at least one that pays more than being a slave to Mistress Claudia.”

“Yeah, Mistress Matilda pays me far more than my official job warrants,” I reply.

“All the DK slaves get paid the same. It stops the mistresses trying to poach slaves from each other. And all the slaves do some form of real work in between the kinky stuff. If you’re interested in volcanoes then take a stroll over to the monitoring station at the end of the esplanade.”

Cassie points to a square building about three hundred metres away from where we stand. I decide to take a look later. For the moment I intend to stay with Cassie. I’m sure she’s a gold mine of information about the Dominas-Kongress and Mistress Claudia in particular. While I’ve convinced myself to return to the caverns this evening, I still worry about whether that’s the right decision.

The beach is still quiet, probably because many tourists will only now be crawling out of bed. Cassie hires two of the beach loungers lined up in a row along the beach. Then she points me towards some changing rooms so I can change into my new bikini. It seems Cassie has already put her beach wear on under her dress. I quickly change, unsure whether to remove the bronze cuff on my arm. In the end I leave it on as we won’t be going swimming, and nobody apart from Cassie will know the cuff’s significance.

Strangely, I feel a little self-conscious as I return to our loungers. I can’t fail to notice that I’m attracting the looks of several beach goers of both genders. Perhaps a more modest outfit might have been more prudent. Cassie passes me some sunscreen lotion which we apply to each other’s bodies. If the sight of me was attracting the attention, then Cassie’s intimate application of sunscreen on my body gives them an eyeful. She practically performs a sex show with me. When it is my turn to reciprocate, I opt for something less raunchy. We finally settle down to soak up the morning sun.

“Hi, Cassie,” says a young woman dressed in a green uniform. “Who’s your friend?”

“Hi, Val. This is Laura. She’s staying up at the caverns for a couple of weeks.” replies Cassie before tuning to me. “Val’s the local Beach Patrol Warden. You need to keep on her good side.”

“Hi Laura,” chorltes Val. “I’m not as bad as all that. Are you joining us for lunch?”

“Of course she is,” replies Cassie before I can ask what Val means.

“OK, I’ll see you both later then,” replies Val before resuming her patrol.

“Val makes sure the tourists don’t get up to any hanky panky,” says Cassie. “They’re quite prudish around here. No nudity, kissing in public, or anything like that.”

I’m not sure Cassie virtually undressing and groping me earlier would meet with the beach patrol’s approval, but nobody complained.

During the course of the morning we get propositioned by no fewer than six guys and three women. We politely decline their offers to join them, but we at least score two drinks each from our admirers. Cassie opts for fruit juices, while I try something stronger. Given what the beach bar charges for its over-priced drinks, I’m glad we didn’t need to pay for them ourselves.