My Mistress had come over for a week this summer, and part of our time together included a stay in the region I had grown up. During this time of year mostly renown for the copious amount of German tourists. It was a place with no large cities, but rather small towns and rural landscapes – and the large pull for the tourists, pristine beaches. Stretching out up to the water; where small waves impacted the wet sand and rows of wooden poles weathered down by silt, wind, and water are strategically placed deep into the sea to act breakwater seawalls. Along the beaches, high dunes of sand stretched along the coastline with sparse vegetation in the way of marram grass, sand oats, blue sea hollies, and sea ​​buckthorn bushes.

We had been walking on the trail on top of the dunes until it ended and forced us down to the sandy beaches where we continued barefoot, on the hard wet sand along the surf with the waves at times wetting our feet. Finally they had arrived at the part of the beach where most of my beach memories found their origin, a section where little tourists would come, nor many of the regular inhabitants of the region, partly due to the lack of many parking spaces, but also the high dunes that needed to be surmounted first.

My shirt was quite wet with sweat after the long walk, which was not made easier by carrying a good supply of picnic goods, but with the permission of my Mistress it was finally time to settle down and enjoy a nice swim as well. Since the day before during a shopping trip matching bikinis were procured I had already dreaded the moment of having to put mine on for a little while, but having my Mistress by my side always makes even the most embarrassing things a lot easier to overcome, perhaps because of the certainty that there is no other choice, or maybe because She makes me feel safe and I know I can trust Her to protect me. So, soon after some obligatory, but ineffective begging, a lot of staring at my Mistress in Her bikini looking all hot and sexy, and some deep blushing will putting mine on we soon found ourselves in the nice and cooling water.

After getting groped underwater, pushed and held face down underwater to the point of drowning a fair few times, plenty of hot kissing, and having had a nice swim we had dried off, reapplied a good layer of sunscreen, and enjoyed a well deserved lunch. As I told my Mistress about my adventures climbing the dunes and foraging for the tart berries of the sea ​​buckthorn bushes it was soon decided that a climb up the dunes was required as part of our beach day.

As I had remembered, the vegetation was quite hostile and retrieving those, not even great tasting, berries from a prickly plant had always delivered a good amount of scratches but we ventured onward until arriving at the top of the dune. There was no trail here just amazing views of the sea stretched out in front on the one side and a good view of the villages and small towns land inwards on the other side. Placed on top of the dunes was a man sized cross placed to commemorate something event of significance but the exact reason was weathered too much to read.

I looked over at my gorgeous Mistress as You were standing next to me, squinting into the sunlight, Her hair caught up in the wind and  a sunhat dangling from one hand.

I smiled at Her, still a bit out of breath, but enjoying the view of the landscape and of Her in it. As She smiled back Her smile quickly turned a slightly evil as if sadistic thought had just been conjured up in Her mind and She was toying with turning the idea into a reality. Next, a look of determination told me She had decided and something was about to happen, and no more than a second later I was ordered to stand in front of the cross, legs together but arms stretched out to mimic the cross its shape.

I complied quickly and not much later I was tied to the cross with rope I was not even aware that I was carrying along. A sharp pain entered my body as without warning my Mistress had taken a knife to my skin and started to carve into my back. I could not quite make out what the writing was, but I could more or less feel the outlines of two of the letters in Her name being caved and came to the conclusion that from now on, for a long time to come, Her name would be scarred into my back. The pain was intense, however, looking out towards the sea while groaning in pain and with involuntary tears springing into my eyes and rolling down my cheeks it felt rather soothing and cathartic as well.

After the cutting was finished I was released out of my predicament shortly after some pictures had been taken to commemorate the moment and a bandage was applied to not get sand into the wound. The sun was already setting, when I found myself cuddled up to my Mistress watching it go down into the sea kissing and slightly grinding against Her feeling happy to be Her property.