Marcy's Beach Day

It was going to be unseasonably warm for a few days that autumn, so Peter decided that they could have a beach day before the cold really set in.

Marcy was all for it, and happily packed the car for their trip.

Then giggled as Peter packed Marcy, tying her arms and blindfolding and gagging her.

Marcy didn't leave the cabin often, but it was always in bondage. And of course, nude.

A client of Peter's former company had a private beach on the ocean, and let Peter and Marcy visit whenever they wanted.

It was quite isolated, so Marcy was free to be naked there without worry.

It was a bit of a walk from where they parked, but Peter didn't mind having Marcy on his leash for the trip down.

Once on the sand, Peter took Marcy off the leash and watched as the young woman had fun running around.

Marcy loved the open beach and the ocean, and loved even more that she could be naked out there.

When she was tired of running, Marcy started building sandcastles. So Peter took the opportunity to go up and bring down their picnic things.

He knew she would be okay on the beach on her own.

They spent the day there, just enjoying each others company, until sunset when they built a fire and toasted marshmellows.

After which, a romantic walk up the beach, watching the moon come up.

It was perfect moments like this that Peter cherished the most. And he was very, very happy to have Marcy to share them with.

But it had been a long day, and eventually it was time to pack up and go home.

Marcy helped Peter haul everything back up to their car, but he could see the day had tired her out.

So he simply gagged her for the trip back and she was out like a light for the drive home.

A perfect beach day.