A Fetish Honeymoon · Part 3 (3/3)
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And indeed, about an hour later Rewollof thought of the old saying "Be careful what you wish for…you may get it" when he had completed the inner circle. Many strange hands had touched him, had added to his bondage step by step, to discover that female Dom's were much more cunning (or simply evil?) in binding subs then the male Dom's. It had started when Ynroh-N-Toh had squeezed him into an extra strong lacing latex catsuit, with loin openings. The lacing had been like a full body corset, leaving him hardly breath to breathe. The next dom, a lady on high heels with a wicked smile, had inserted the largest vibrator she could find into him, rocking with power.
The third had put him into a straightjacket with thong body, pressing the intruder mercilessly even further into him. He could no longer move his arms and had to walk carefully, even more so after the fourth Dom had put him into knee high boots, with extremely high heels…obviously. He must have had a leather aura around him, for the next dom, a strong guy, had given him a posture collar, locking his head firmly upward. Next steps had added earplugs, blindfold, leather hood, rubber hood on top of that, and finally he arrived at back Ynroh-N-Toh again with a double penis gag strapped into his mouth.
"Hmmm, looks good, my dear, except you don't have an open orifice anymore" she purred into his ear. "I guess I have to settle for this as a negative orifice" she said as she stood on a chair, put her front opening over his gag and pushed him back & forth, fucking herself with the large penis sticking out of his mouth. Once she was satisfied, she removed his gag first, to ask if he was OK. "Almost, but can I ask one more thing? Would it be possible to…." he whispered. She looked surprised, but with a little help from others was able to accommodate him. The butt plug was removed, and Rewollof was laid over a table, bound and all.
While Ynroh-N-Toh stood guard sipping a drink (it was "Apres Rope" drinks after all), all the other circle contestants came by to gang-bang him. Ynroh-N-Toh remembered Rewollof telling her the other day this had been a long running fantasy of his. As used as she was to being penetrated herself, she was impressed how much Rewollof could take with all his bonds, before he signalled "enough".
Ynroh-N-Toh and Rewollof returned to the hotel exhausted. They found their room full of the stuff they bought and had sent over directly. They briefly enjoyed a private show of the corsets, hoods, trainers, etc, before they laid down on a massage table. They had a good dinner served in their room, as Ynroh-N-Toh wanted to experiment with the new possessions. She dressed in a new corset, hood and cuffs, after which Rewollof tied her to the table with the new ropes. She had expected, even hoped, he would go over her with his mouth, hands and rod, but instead he took his time. He tickled her all over, and tried various insertables.
At one point, she had two inflatables inside her, back and front, while Rewollof took her in her mouth through the ring-gag he had applied. He climaxed wildly, as did she, feeling so fully penetrated and filled in every corner of her body. After she was released it was her turn. Carefully she wrapped Rewollof's arms in tape, then his whole upper body in bondage wrap foil. With one of his new ring gag trainers strapped firmly in place, she stood him in a corner, while she put on a show for him, playing with herself and her toys. When she feared he could hold out no longer, she carefully straddled him after inserting a large, cold metal anal plug where it belonged.
At first he gulped at the coldness being thrust into him, then he did his best to accommodate it. She rode both of them to a shuddering climax. After Rewollof was unpacked, they showered together. "Wow, what a day. I have done enough shopping for a while, my head is full" she said. "Your body will be full too" he replied dryly. "Let me make you ready for the night, my dear" he added with a devious smile. He taped her wrists to her thighs, inserted two fully charged vibrators, then sealed off all entrances by packing her in foil wrap.
A breathing tube was put into her mouth and small plugs in her ears, before her head was completely encased in layers of black foil, blindfolding her in the process, after which he strapped her tightly in the leather bondage bag. Carefully he laid Ynroh-N-Toh the Mummy on the bed. “Good night, my love, enjoy your casing for tonight." “Mmmmh” she mumbled faintly. In spite of the vibrators humming away, she still managed to fall asleep, exhausted by all the events of the day, and evening.
5: An afternoon at the Parade A few mornings later, at breakfast, Rewollof said he wanted to go to the parade. Ynroh-N-Toh looked at him, and said "Do you really want to go and see, or…..do you want to participate?" He looked at her. As in the previous days, his wife managed to surprise him regularly. "How would we participate? There is only the two of us" he asked. "True, but with money, you can solve that, and we are here during Fetish Feast Time. Leave it to me, dear, and you'll have a parade to remember." she replied mysteriously. True to her word, Rewollof found himself taking part in the parade a few hours later, but not quite in the way he had expected.
Ynroh-N-Toh had rented a car with some structures on it, which he hadn’t understood at first. Soon enough he did. He also quickly understood what she had meant with Money at the Feast, as several servants had helped Ynroh-N-Toh in preparing her plan. He was dressed in a black PVC catsuit, with a metal, gold covered chastity belt around his loins, holding a large plug in place. A delicate Karada red rope-web encircled his entire body, like a harness. Some bondage tape had tied him to a pole. Cuffs at his wrists and ankles had tied his arms and legs slightly apart to 2 other poles, themselves on a rotating platform, exposing him to the cheering and clapping audience.
With a white buckled hood over his head, he was at least assured no one could recognise him. He couldn’t protest much anyway, as a ball-gag with flashlight was firmly buckled into place where it should be. In the middle of the car he could see Ynroh-N-Toh, occasionally. She was wearing black ballet-boots, white thigh and elbow cuffs with rings, a laced hood with large mouth opening and a strong leather harness around her torso, tightly holding her breasts. With the harness, she was tied on her back to a rotating board in the middle of the car. She could be flicked over onto her back facing skyward, or downwards, exposing either her butt or her pussy to the sky.
Two padded, curved steel bars came from underneath the board, to which her legs were taped. The curvature of the bars held her legs apart and up (or down, depending on her position). All of this was also on a rotating platform, so the audience on either side could see every “nook & entry” of her bound body, especially in the large mirrors hung over the whole structure which held her in place. A small matching chain with lights was dangling from each of their nipple rings, so everybody could see they were husband and wife.
From his standing position, Rewollof could observe his wife in a position where she could not defend herself and was literally "open for all"; Throughout the entire parade, Ynroh-N-Toh was taken by gang of hooded men from the tribe of the S-Duts, in full public view. S-Duts were often hired for such events, as they can last a long time, or better, many times. They were dressed in latex catsuits, each in a different colour, with a small eye-mask to hide their identity. Taking turns. they took Ynroh-N-Toh up her behind and her mouth, flip her over, then take her from the front, then repeat the sequence. In either position, her hands were given work from some S-Duts loins as well.
Standing between the poles, Rewollof couldn’t help but admire Ynroh-N-Toh for her creativity to compile this car with all the gear, her prowess to take on the outfit and the men, knowing her husband was watching her. The ropes were tight over his body, yet they felt like a protective harness. The chastity belt was firmly holding his rod firmly in place, he was yearning dearly for a hand or mouth to relieve it of its pressure. The anal plug was pneumatically inflating and deflating in random speed, size and initervals, making him feel very penetrated.
He wished he could scream out, to her, to the audience, to everybody, at the men taking her, but the flashlight was good at muffling all sounds. When the platform turned him away from seeing her, he could see the car in front of him, where several hooded men and women were chained or strapped over a small stand and to the floor, with dildo-gag head trainers doing their work on others. At the far end of the car, a woman was tied to a flat table, spread eagle, dressed in her birthday costume. He had seen before they started that something had been inserted into her, humming away on the power of a large battery.
Two men were dripping ample amounts of candle wax all over her, she was quickly becoming encased in covered in a multi-coloured candle-wax suit. Her head was on a raised cushion, so she could see what was being done to her. Her screams of pain were mixed with sounds of ecstasy as she saw herself becoming a wax statue. On the car behind them, a latex, rubber & PVC fashion show took place. Rewollof could see men and women parading on the car in the most glorious outfits, and, even in his tied position, couldn’t help but imagine how gorgeous Ynroh-N-Toh would look in some of them.
Meanwhile, on the flip-over board, Ynroh-N-Toh had lost count of how many times she had been penetrated by unknown men. She didn’t not even know if some of them used vibrators as well. She could hardly move her limbs, only her hands and they were tired of all the pumping they had done. Yet every time she was flipped over (a scary experience being blindfolded), a new pair of hot rods was put in her hands. All of her openings had been filled almost continuously. When she is at her back, she hoped she would have a pause at the opening which was not in use, but the S-Duts had an ample supply of thick, fully charged oscillating vibrators, used in front or back.
She couldn’t recall ordering this detail, yet as it happened, it was not unpleasant, for she was too much filled up at all her openings to have time to think. She knew Rewollof could see her, and it gave her extra energy to show him how his wife would not be beaten by “some bondage and a few men”. She could hear the audience cheer occasionally and imagined it was for her. She never knew she could so enjoy the feeling of being a public slut, helplessly taken by unknown men in full sight of her husband, but the mere thought of her self-chosen predicament had already given her orgasms when planning this, and the reality was proving even better.
6: A pleasant evening After the parade, they were exhausted in all their orifices and needed some time to recover. After the baths, massage and the candle-light dinner on the balcony, where they had been watching the fireworks; Ynroh-N-Toh gently said to Rewollof “I love you, my darling husband, I really do. To show you how much I have grown to love you in these few short days, I have prepared something especially for you tonight.” Rewollof was told to wait in the bed room, while Ynroh-N-Toh prepared something for him. Through the Festival Dating service, Ynroh-N-Toh had “arranged” five girls from Evals-tneidebo of about her size.
People from Evals-tneidebo had a good reputation to take pleasure in serving others, and these visitors to the festival were happy to combine their own desires with Ynroh-N-Toh’s. Both Ynroh-N-Toh and the girls were all dressed same way: white wig, ring-gag trainer, armbinder (each a different one), breast-binder, corset, high heel boots. Ynroh-N-Toh had no trainer, but had put on a triple-whammy strap-on dildo. All of them had applied white make-up with red lips, to make sure they looked as much like each other as possible. When they all paraded into the bedroom, it took some time for Rewollof to recover and enjoy the feast before his eyes.
Ynroh-N-Toh stood next to him while he watched the girls parade through the room, and whispered “My darling husband, these girls are there for you, they will follow whatever fancy you may have. It is my turn now to sit still and watch over you”. Rewollof looked at her, disbelief in his eyes. “Are you sure?”. When he saw the look in her eyes, he wasted no time and dove into the group, enjoying himself in every possible way. Ynroh-N-Toh watched this time, proud of his stamina, until he was about done. As a grand finale, she asked him to be on all fours, with all the ladies around him, with large vibrators and anal plugs purring away inside them.
She then proceeded to take him herself from behind with the strap-on dildo, under his guidance. She now knew what it was like to make a pumping movement herself, and the triple whammy version gave her plenty of excitement. Rewollof was surrounded by similarly dressed bound beauties, one taking him, all the others being strongly stimulated around him. In a giant wave, they all orgasmed closely after each other, collapsing in a heap of bodies. When they had recovered, they untied each other and drank champagne together, spraying it all around. It was well past midnight, when Ynroh-N-Toh and Rewollof were finally alone and in their bed.
The full-body cast for which they had posed a few days earlier had arrived that afternoon, and they had cuddled inside on top of each other. Rewollof was on his back with a anal plug preventing any movement, his head supported by half a shell. Ynroh was on top of him and he had his arms around her, one arm across her shoulders, the other lower down with his hand on her buttocks. She had her arms around his head and her hips around his Big John. When the lid had been closed, it had automatically inserted a plug into her as well, so their hips couldn’t go anywhere. The strong cast closed around them with strong precision, they would not move that night.
Apart from their lips, perhaps, as she could move her head a bit. “You were fantastic today, my dear” he said softly. “That parade and your act was a fantastic sight, burned into my memory forever.” “Thank you my love. You were great too this evening. I enjoyed how you took care of all those girls. I believe you have given them a night to remember as well as myself.” They kissed, and fell asleep, locked tightly in each others arms. Still a few more nights of honeymoon and festival to go.
7: The trip home. On the trip home, Ynroh-N-Toh felt fantastic. She was in full view of everyone on the hover-cruiser and felt exhilarated. What a change from how she had woken up! Rewollof has guessed she would feel down or sad upon going home from this lovely honeymoon trip with almost continuous bondage & penetration. Indeed she had felt sad when waking up that morning. Her body had become addicted to full days of bondage, of being held tightly & inescapably in unusual positions for long periods, often with objects or men penetrating her & filling her. She was sad over breakfast, in spite of the morning play they had had in the shower. Sad, until Rewollow revealed his surprise for her.
When they had been to the Body Shop some days earlier to have their bodies cast, he had ordered something else while she was being cast. It had secretly been delivered to their room the day before, and he unveiled it while she had her eyes closed. It was a huge glass form of a bound lady. It could split in 2 half moulds so somebody could sit inside and be locked between two glass presses. The technicians had done a wonderful job. They had correctly guessed Ynroh’s size & dimensions from earlier casts, and made this form-press to show her in a different position. She did not need to put on any bondage before getting in, the entire glass sculpture was the bondage.
And protective too: it was almost and inch and a half thick, and crystalline transparent from all angles. “Here is your transport my dear”, Rewollof had said with a proud smile across his face. “You said on our first day I would protect you, and I surely will. When you are inside this for the home journey, no-one or nothing can hurt you, while I will safely take you home.” She had jumped up & down with joy, had hugged him, kissed him all over and jumped at the chance to try it out and climb inside. But here he had restrained her. “No, not until we leave and until you are dressed”. Dressed? How could one possibly be dressed inside this? Her expert eye had seen the shapes were form-fitting.
Again, Rewollof had shown her he was an unusual Ludd, for he had obviously learned a great deal over the last few days and had another surprise up his sleeve. “Close your eyes again, my dear” he had said. When she had done so, she heard some rustling, he was obviously taking some hidden things out. Then all of a sudden, something cold & hairy had stroked against her body, making her all wet. She had jumped, but kept her eyes closed. All over her body the strange hairy thing had spread some wetness, and it was only when she could feel it drying up did she realise what it was: body paint! Rewollof was dressing her up in paint. She longed to see her self, what artwork he would make of her.
When he had stopped for a while to let the paint dry, she asked if she could look. “Definitely not, not until you are inside” was his stern reply. Shortly after this brief exchange, she could feel a small brush going over her body, making lines of some sort. She reckoned it had to be another colour. She had stood motionless for the paint to dry without cracking. After some minutes (she could feel he was circling her to admire his handiwork)(she swayed her hips a bit to let him know she knew, and liked being on display for him), he guided her to the glass moulds. “All right, open your eyes and climb in quickly” he had said.
Her eyes darted around quickly, only to see he had covered all the mirrors around them. Darn him, he had obviously thought this through, she thought admiringly. When she extended her arms to get hold of the glass shapes, they appeared as two deep royal blue extensions, with thin gold lines on them, like a pilot’s uniform. She could not help look herself over and admire the new look: she was entirely dark blue, with gold lines here and there accentuating her curves. Remembering his orders, she climbed into the first half, the front half. It wasn’t easy, as it had no room for her arms in the front half, and she had to be on her knees.
Carefully Rewollof helped her inside, and eagerly helped her breasts into the moulds. The craftsmen had shaped the glass breast holders as if she was bending over forward and the breasts were dangling down. It looked funny to see this shape pointing forward. When she was in and her face positioned at the opening in the glass, Rewollof slowly & carefully moved the second half in place. Slowly, for the glass formed the occupant into a corset-like shape, and Ynroh had to hold her breath carefully to shape herself without some skin getting squeezed.
In addition to this, she had to hold her arms backward as if they were in an armbinder, pinning her arms together by sheer will until the glass took over this role. When the parts had come together, Ynroh-N-Toh relaxed her muscles against the sheer force of the glass holding her. Not that this moved her much, but it took some tension away. What a strange and lovely feeling to be held to tightly all over, she thought. Much different then ropes, straps or such things, which hold your body in a few places only.
She had taken stock of her position. She was firmly inside an almost solid glass shape, on her knees with the knees slightly apart, her back and her head straight and her arms behind her. Oddly enough, as well as the craftsmen had guessed her bodily shape, they seemed to have missed out on her face: she could move her jaw within the glass. There was a round opening around her eyes, cheeks and mouth, she could even speak. She was about to do so, when Rewollof came into view holding a piece of glass. “You look absolutely fantastic, my dear. And I loved to see how eagerly you went inside.” He looked her in the eyes, she looked into his.
He came forward and gently kissed her lips, then put his fingers on them when she wanted to say something. “Hush, I know what you are about to say. And I am proud I can guess your thoughts by now. No, they have not made a mistake. This facial cutout is not just for breathing, it is simply an opening for inserts. Like this one…” He had shown the glass piece in more detail. She realised why her jaw could still open without that insert: it was a mirror-picture of her face, with breathing openings in the nose section, and a glass gag protruding clearly. When this mask was fixed into position and the glass gag inside her mouth, she knew her jaw would be fixed…in the open position.
“I’ll let you guess a little while longer how this would feel, my dear. If you behave, I’ll let you watch the home journey. Not all the way, of course. My village and my house will remain a surprise for you until you see it from the inside first. But do not despair, I’ll give you something to do, and something to remember our active days here while we travel.” While she was wondering these mysterious last words, she realised she had felt some fresh air in her nether regions. Was there an opening here too? She had not looked carefully when climbing in.
The answer came quickly enough. She could feel his fingers activating her front opening through what was indeed an opening in the glass, rubbing the special spot he had come to know so well over the last days. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his hands. She concentrated on exciting images, as she knew why he was doing this. Sure enough, her juices stared flowing. “Here is your companion for the trip, darling” he said and briefly help up a large crystal clear glass dildo in front of her. Just as soon as he had shown it, he had put it into place deep inside her.
In spite of being well trained in large intruders as she was, she still had to gulp, for Rewollof had specified a big chunk of glass for this. She heard some clicks and the Intruder was firmly in place. She tried to breath and let her body accommodate this big thing, when suddenly she felt lubrication being applied at her rear entry, and sure enough another large visitor being pushed home. She groaned. She could have one large intruder, but two was pushing it. What’s more, she could not move a hair’s width in any direction to accommodate them. She felt as if she was being pushed against the glass shapes from the inside out. She was breathing heavily, feeling her insides being stretched.
How long would the trip home take? Surely he would not leave these in for the duration? “Excellent my dear, I am once again so proud how you took those in without a peep. Please let me know if they are too small, I’ve taken the medium sized ones for starters,” he said with a smile. Medium size? What on earth was he thinking about female anatomy, she thought. She took a deep breath and proudly chose not to show him how closely to the max she already was. “My dear, you have excelled yourself. This glass feels wonderful, even if I am a bit full. I will do you proud and keep up as long as possible. Can I please see what I look like?
You seem to have chosen a wonderful shade of blue.” He had taken the drapes away from the mirrors and she had held her breath when she saw herself. An immobile royal sculpture, with gold trimming, her whole pose proudly showing to the world “Yes, I am bound in glass, and yes you can see every corner of my body up close. But no one can touch me. So consider yourself lucky to see such beauty in your lifetime.” And that was exactly the reaction she had seen as she had been wheeled through the hotel, taken through the city and the hover cruiser terminal all the way on board.
People had stared at her beautiful shape being so lovely displayed, the envious looks they had had at Rewollof for owning such a princess. He too, had looked back at all of them with pride: Yes, this is my wife, yes, she is gorgeous and no, she is not yours! The shaking of the glass shape had shaken her body around the intruders, she had thought this impossible but it had. She felt wonderful: she looked gorgeous, everyone was envious of her and her admiring husband, and he was safely, very safely, taking her to his home. Her new home. Her only concern, in the far back of her mind, was that her juices would spoil the beautiful paintwork on her skin as she climaxed every so often.
Obviously that would not do for a Citore Lauxes from Ygro! She determined to be worthy of her family and her tribe, and not show anyone how often she was climaxing, which obviously she would do as much as she could, again in the honour of her family, her tribe and her husband. And so she travelled to her new home, with glass tightly all around her and all inside her.
A Fetish Honeymoon · Part 3 (3/3)
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