Lani's Tortured Long Weekend: No Apologies

By Danielle Richards

Dark tanned, athletically toned, hard-bodied, hot and horny, and always a willingly submissive pain slut, little Hawaii surfer girl Lani, gets herself into another BDSM adventure. Taking a contrived situation designed to provide a bit of erotic entertainment to guests at a party to an extreme, she manages to get herself into a position where she consents to days of bondage and torment. Always eager to take on any new physical and emotional challenge and to please – her masters, mistresses and herself -- she endures a very exciting and often excruciating few days.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danielle Richards
• Release date: May 1, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452388052

Danielle Richards

Danielle Richards was born, raised and now lives in Honolulu, Hawaii and experiences much of the lifestyle explored in this book. The author is not Lani, but shares a similar, but not as exciting, background and lifestyle. While the stories of Lani are inspired by reality, they are pure fiction and any resemblance to actual persons and places is only a coincidence or your imagination. The author enjoys practical hands-on research into the subject matter so that the situations and sensations discussed may be as realistic as possible, and has enjoyed meeting with some of the fields' foremost experts and practioners. Danielle Richards practices, advocates and writes about only safe, sane and consensual engagement in any BDSM or sadomasochistic activity or play. The stories explores some of the ways consensual BDSM may still be very exciting and challenging and highly rewarding to all the participants. Danielle Richards is adamantly and violently opposed to any nonconsensual abuse of any kind to any person under any circumstances; and all characters in the stories told and in actual play must be knowledgeable and aware and at least over eighteen years of age. The eroticism and enjoyment of BDSM play is not based on degrees of physical involvement, levels of pain or intensity. It is based on the willingness of all players to provide to the others what they all seek. While it is a physical and visual medium, it is far more a matter imagination, emotion, and the mind.

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Lani’s Tortured Long Weekend:

No Apologies

Danielle Richards

Copyright 2010, Revised 2017 Danielle Richards

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NOTICE

This book contains an adult subject and is intended only for readers over the age of eighteen.

This book and all the books in the Lani Series respect and strictly adhere to the publishing standards for books with adult themes and erotica and BDSM themes.

The author is a devoted participant in CONSENSUAL BDSM activities and the themes and ideas expressed here are firmly rooted in that belief. In my world, consensual BDSM means exactly that – done with full and informed consent. But it does not mean that participants that are machoistic in their nature control every action or that they top from the bottom. Rather it means that boundaries are pre-determined and set, and activity once consented to remains within those boundaries. That does not mean that participants cannot engage in some very intense circumstances and situations or that harsh pain on the route to exquisite pleasure may not be encountered. But it is only encountered because all the actors want to and have agreed to in advance. Set boundaries may be pushed, but all actors respect the concept of consent, informed consent, and act accordingly. The Lani Series in reality based in terms of the general themes and some encounters and as a reflection of this strong, independent young woman’s approach to a life style she warmly and knowingly consents to participate in – yet – the work as presented here is total fiction.

This book and the series contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts and circumstances and depicts consensual bondage, discipline, and sadomasochistic practices and passions- some rather severe. It is a work of pure fiction and all characters, places and activities are totally fictional. Any similarity to real people and places is unintentional and purely a coincidence. Any dear reader that may find such activity offensive is requested to not read the book.

If you feel that you may object to any of these activities or the rather graphic depiction of them, please to do read the book. I only wish to inform and enlighten and perhaps inspire, but never to offend or disturb.

Preface

Dark tanned, athletically toned, hard-bodied, hot and horny, and always a willingly submissive pain slut, little Hawaii surfer girl Lani, gets herself into another BDSM adventure. Taking a contrived situation designed to provide a bit of erotic entertainment to guests at a party to an extreme, she manages to get herself into a position where she consents to days of bondage and torment. Always eager to take on a physical and emotional challenge and to please – her masters, mistresses and mostly herself -- she endures a very exciting and often excruciating few days.

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Walking back home from the beach in my tiny g-sting bikini, I’m thinking for the first time in a really long time that going bodyboarding today may not have been a really good idea. Oh, the sun was hot, the water delightfully warm and crystal clear, the waves formed beautifully and the off-shore breeze made the wave’s faces clean and upright and a little over head high. It was a nearly perfect day. The problem was after the last four days of being suspended, stretched, bound, racked, whipped, caned, pierced and cut; every muscle is sore and my physical endurance pretty much drained. It had been a hard, and wonderful, last four days of sexual excitement and true torture, and I have the smile and the vivid marks to show for it.

I have always been a rather blatant exhibitionist. About a year ago I discovered, with the help of some of my dearest friends, that I am also a devoted and willing submissive. In the course of an intense week of torment and torture I discovered the one part of me that had been missing. A couple of months at Camp Seventeen, an exclusive BDSM resort in Thailand developed me into a true pain slut, and taught me how very much I love it and how very much I can endure for others and for me. I love giving myself over to others to have them do what they will to torture me and bring me pain for their pleasure. Once I consent to being theirs for however long we agree, I lose all control and freedom and am truly their slave, their sex slave, to do with as they wish. I love the pain they give me, I love how I look, I absorb it, I take it in and cherish it. I try to take as much as they want to give for their pleasure and the more of it I can take and the more it hurts me the more I love it. Sick? Maybe. But I am now sure that this is who I am, and proud of it.

So, while it may have been a mistake to go out bodyboarding for a few hours in my present condition, I don’t feel that it is a mistake at all to be walking home from the beach in nothing more than g-string on a hard-dark brown body covered with welts and a few nasty bruises. I am proud of these marks. They prove to me that I could take it and it tells anyone that sees me who I am.

As I head into Waiala Shave Ice shop as I am walking up Monsarat Avenue from the beach toward my house, I realize it was right here that my most recent little BDSM adventure started just four days ago. Stepping into the little shack of a store front, I order my usual shave ice with lilikoi and guava syrup.

Auntie Mana and Bob are used to me stopping in almost every day on my way home from surfing, and since I am almost always pretty much nearly naked in just a tiny tiny thong or g-sting bikini and carrying just my fins and board, they put it on my tab and I pay at the end of the month. They are used to seeing me wet and nearly naked. I usually surf in just a g-sting bikini. Bob comments that he is glad I come in that way as he likes it and it helps business. Auntie Mana says I got a hot body, but that I’m asking for trouble. Whenever she says that, I say Exactly.

Today I’m even more naked on the streets than normal. My nipples are still so tender from the nipple torture that even my tiny bikini top, worn really loose, is painful. Oh sure, I’ll admit it, I like the pain in my nipples, it really makes me feel alive, but the buds need a bit of relief, so I’ve let the top go, having stuffed it in one of the swim fins, and am letting my long hair more or less do the job. I like the feel and the fun of walking around like a little native Hawaii girl.

Auntie Mana can only resist so long when she asks, Lani-girl, what happened to you? I’d say those were jellyfish stings, but they aren’t. Your little brown ass and back and even your belly and tits—hell your whole body from knees to neck-- is covered with nasty welts, bruises and marks. Did some asshole take the whip to you, girl? Should we be calling the police? I tell her she is half right, that the marks are indeed from a whipping, but the people who did it are my friends and we don’t need any police. She shakes her head and offers, Don’t look like something a friend would do. I reply that in my case it is, a special friend. Then I lean over the rickety little counter and give her a hug and a kiss and head for the door with my shave ice.

Was it the old guy in the little red car you went with a few days ago? she yells out to me. Oh no, not him. He just gave me a ride home, I lied in part to make sure Mana doesn’t take my protection into her own hands. I’m fine Auntie, don’t worry. I actually had a fun time.

As I walk out of the little shack and sit down, I recall the last few days, and how it did in fact start right here with the guy in the little red car. While eating my shave ice in the shade, I think about the last few days, think back to the great time I had at the BDSM camp I went to in Thailand a few months ago, and wonder when I will find myself stung up naked and getting whipped again. Not too long I hope. Turns out I now understand I need it.

That’s how my most recent adventure started just a few days ago. I was as just ducking in to order my shave ice when I see the red car that had just honked at me make a daring U-turn up the street and head back toward me. Being an exhibitionist, I am used to getting honked at by passing cars and having fun and obscene things yelled out. It makes the walk home all the more interesting.

As the red convertible Mini Cooper approaches I recognize it is Billy’s car. He hates to be called Billy, so I call him Billy, but his name is William and he insists that everyone call him William.

Even as I see him pulling up I go inside and order, wait while the little crystal flakes fill the paper cup and the sweet green tea syrup and condensed milk is pored over it. I thank Auntie Mana and go out to the little benches to eat it. Billy is sitting in his car, and calls out, Lani, I need to talk to you. I nod, hands full, and sit down to eat. I like him a lot, but he is a lot older than I am, maybe forty. But he is a fun play mate, and while we don’t date, I see him fairly often and can usually count on a really good dinner, some fun, and a nice bit of torture and a good whipping in his beautiful house before some hard fucking for a nice little evening, a great breakfast and a kiss goodbye from me. Fun, and no strings. I’m glad to see him, but don’t want him to know it.

William finally gets the idea I am not coming over to his car, and he gets out and comes to sit next to me. I really wanted to get a hold of you to invite you to a little party I am having tonight, he explains. He goes on telling me that it is for about twenty to thirty friends of his and he wants me to do some artistic modeling at the party. It’s sort of a living art demonstration, with you as the art.

Oh really? I say with a broad smile, and I assume I will wearing an evening gown?" I kid him.

He knows me well, and since I am sitting here eating shave ice nearly naked anyway in a bright orange g-string that barely covers my pussy, my ass is totally out there, and the top barely covers my nipples, he says that he is thinking of topless. A topless performance-art for my guests.

Sounds like fun to me, but I have to give him a hard time. So, I ask him, Is this an S&M party?

Well, no. It is a bunch of friends I’ve known for years and our parties always have the host do something to make it memorable and to get the party goers loosened up and get things going. So, I was hoping I could get you to do this for me. I’ll pay you.

Sorry Billy, I tell him harshly, First I thought you were inviting me to a party, now I find out it is not an S&M party and now you want me to just work there. No thanks.

He looks perplexed and tries every way out, saying I am invited, but if I am to perform, he thought I’d it would be nice if I got paid, but he’d rather I was a guest, and, and, and.

Finally, I stop him with a big smile and a kiss and a hug. Look, I am teasing you. Sure, I’ll do it. But what do you want me to do?

It has potential, but needs some work if I am going to enjoy it. In a minute we work out the details of my performance that starts with me as a guest. Then I am a guest that is strapped topless to his big Saint Andrews Cross and left for the amusement of the other guests for a bit. I tell him, that doing that was sure to get me wet, and I’ll only do that if he promises to finish up with a nasty whipping. I tell him I don’t care if the whipping is in front of the guests or in private after they leave. But it has to happen. Without deciding any more specifics, we agree and leave it at that.

So what time does the party start? I ask.

In about twenty minutes. I was on my way home when I saw you and trying desperately to figure who I could call to do something. We have to get going.

I have to shower and…

You can take a quick shower at my place, and I still have those tiny little black hot shorts of yours that you left last time you were over. Put those on with this bikini and the men and many of the women I have invited will line up to meet you, he is telling me as we get up and head for his car.

Chapter 2 -Mingle, Chat and Insult

I hop into the shower as William gives instructions to the caterers. He comes to see me in his room, and while I am still in the shower he opens the door as I stand facing him. He remarks that I have no tan lines anywhere except just barely around my pussy. I remind him I surf topless and when I come in to shore I will lay on my back topless to catch the rays. "I hate tan lines, and I am one of those girls that is never dark enough. With my local blood, mostly Japanese and some Hawaiian and Filipina, I tan really dark, really fast and love it. But I like the little pale triangle down there as it shows off that my tan is indeed mostly form the Sun. He says he like that I am always clean shaven there, and I tell him it isn’t that hard because except