A Fetish Marriage · Part 2 (2/2)
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on; make sure your orifices and breasts can be easily reached. Gents, leather outfit as outrageous as you have, keep orifices and tool available for use.” True enough, the friends had kept their word. Em Ekat showed up in a transparent latex catsuit, the transparency strategically blanked out in places which should not be seen yet. To keep with the transparent theme, her arms were held in a solid glass two-piece armbinder, held together with small clips.
It was beautifully made, one could see precisely how her muscles and arms battled against the glass, a futile battle of course. Her sister Em Ekop was wearing a chrome coloured latex suit, with openings closed with studded covers. Her arms were held in a chrome arm binder, which resembled a giant blob of molten metal, aerodynamically shaped like a raindrop with the point at her fingertips, the wide round part around her shoulders. Erom Erom had always been a lover of nature, and true enough, her armbinder was made of bamboo twigs. Not just a few twigs, but lots of carefully pruned and cultured bamboo shoots which had grown to form a nest around her arms.
Her catsuit was of bare & white cotton, all natural of course. The laces which made sure it hugged every curve of her body were made of thin leather shoe laces. All were curious how Ssob Gib would show up. Indeed she had managed to find a strong and dominant leather outfit, highlighting her every curve, yet in a feminine soft colour. Sreh M’I had done his homework too. His limbs & joints had been trained well over many years of bondage and his body was quite flexible. His arms were tied to his back, with the elbows almost meeting and his hands pointing up. He could have scratched the back of his head, so tight were his arms, if he would have had his hands to himself of course.
His arms were pinned to his torso by a skin-coloured full body corset, toned and laced to such an effect it almost appeared he had no arms at all. Every one admired his nimbleness, and asked how he could hold out for the evening. “Oh he’ll manage, he’s been tied tighter and longer then that” Ssob Gib replied with a proud smile on his behalf, as a ring gag trainer prevented him from speaking. In the entrance they all admired, commented and judged each other’s outfit, and unanimously had to admit that no matter how outrageous their own armbinders were, they once again had been topped by Ynroh-n-Toh. She had gone for the minimalist approach.
Her catsuit consisted of body paint, beautiful stripes of bright colours. Her armbinder was very strict and yet was not: a coin between her taped hands and a small stick between her elbows. She had to keep them in place with will-power and concentration, for of course, if either one should drop…..well, the group would think of a suitable penalty. So her arms were bound by peer pressure, so to speak. “What a wonderful creation, my dear. And knowing you, I can very well imagine you will drop the stick just for the heck of the punishment”, Erom Erom said with a devious smile.
After the appetizers, which the husbands dutifully fed to their wives through straws, Ynroh-n-Toh and Rewollof led the guests to the dining room, where they had the Grand Surprise of the evening waiting. Dinner would be taken in a somewhat unusual configuration, with the wives sitting, well sort of, at the table, and the husbands behind them to feed both. Ynroh-n-Toh and Rewollof had had special seats made, and soon enough all of them were Oooing all around them in admiration. Basically, the dinner bondage seat resembled an inverted Y-shape at a slight angle, with a large dildo approximately at loin height, some 2" diameter, pointing skyward from the Y-junction.
Above was a padded area, with two cut-outs for the breasts. On the table facing side, some large ratcheting cuffs would grab the breasts and hold them tight (like police hand-cuffs), as soon as the lady had seated herself on top of the dildo and had put her breasts through the holes. Ynroh-n-Toh had obviously remembered the cup-sizes of her friends, for every “seat" had tailor-sized "breast-cuffs". As the dinner table was round, all guests would be feasting their eyes on a circle full of bound breasts, bulging out of the “seats”.
To make sure the ladies felt well impaled onto the dildo, they would sit on their knees on adjustable knee-rests (comfortably padded, of course). Once they sat, their calves would be pulled upwards and tied to their thighs with a wide strap. The height adjustment of the knee-rests could be adjusted to assure the lady's weight would push her well onto the dildo, as well as hang her almost from her breasts. One by one the ladies straddled onto their seats, hmmpf-ing as the large penetrators found their way in. "Please let us know if they are too small", Ynroh-n-Toh said with a grin, "We took the small ones to make sure everyone would fit."
"Too small, are you kidding? What do you think we are, professional fisters?" Erom Erom said with a painful smile as she settled herself and watched how her husband fondled her breasts a tad more then needed to guide them through the openings. Soon all the ladies were impaled, breast-tied and leg-tied. The men walked around them, admiring the cleverness of the bondage furniture design, the total immobility of the ladies and the free access to their asses. Some joyful spanking could be heard, before the men turned to take their seats. These were also custom built, of course.
The men's seats were designed to position them with legs wide and right behind their wives, ready to take them from behind. To make sure the men would stay in position, the seats had butt-plugs protruding from the seats, inflatable to a bulb-sphere shape so the gentleman could not get up without lifting the seat with him…. dangling from his ass. A small hole in the seat was right-sized to drop his balls through, with a similar cuff-mechanism as the lady’s breasts to double-secure them. As a final touch, a small strap went over the manhood, resulting in a triple lock for each man.
"My god, Rewollof, you don't do half-work when you want to tie a man down", grunted Em Ekat’s husband when everything was clasped, inflated and done. "I can hardly move about, just about sit, eat and talk".
"Precisely, my dear fellow", replied Rewollof. “After all, during dinner one is not supposed to wander about, but pay proper attention to his table lady. And as soon as the servants push us in place, our ladies will have our finest attention very much in them". As if they had waited for the command, the servants indeed pushed all the men-seats gently forward, so they had no choice but to enter their wives from behind. Every couple was closely together, the husbands feeding the wives during dinner, with the occasional caress of their bound breasts.
Naturally, everyone wanted to know where they had found these "deviously delicious machines", as Erom Erom put it. "Actually, it is our own design, and these are all prototypes" Ynroh-n-Toh said after the soup. "Back in Ludd, our friend Nori Ffits, who also made my perfect wife trainer of that party recently, made the prototypes. If tonight is any success, we might try to market these too. We're glad you seem to like them. Oh, by the way, Ssob, how is your model?" For Ssob Gib, the furniture had to be slightly different of course.
For her husband Sreh M’I, the Y-seat had a large hole for his manhood with two vacuum-pipes on the other end, one pointing upwards for his manhood, one smaller one pointing downwards for his balls. Once both vacuums had been applied, he was very careful not to move the slightest. As he obviously had no breasts, to grab, a 4”wide strap with double buckles went all around to assure his upper torso stayed just as put as his loins. The seat for Ssob Gib had the same butt-plug, but at the front it had a dual dildo to take them both. She nodded her agreement that she liked the arrangement, and said her husband liked it too.
Even though the ring gag had been taken away for dinner, he still could not answer as she deftly filled his mouth with a bite of chicken ("edible gags" as Ynroh-n-Toh called this). He never gave his opinion on his bondage anyay, that was her domain. During dinner, all the men stayed in their wives, but could not come as everyone was fixed in position. After the main course was served and they had a break until dessert, the final surprise was shown. Although anyone who knew Ynroh-n-Toh and Rewollof should not have been surprised, they nevertheless all were.
All the dildo's came to life, moving up and down, vibrating and sometimes inflating, while all the butt-plugs came to life, inflating and/or buzzing and/or pumping away as well. Conversations soon stopped and were replaced with moaning and sighing in ever increasing tempo, until all around the table people started climaxing.
When the servants entered with brandy for the dessert, they were greeted with cheers, as everybody needed a boost.
“Oh, I am so looking forward to a weekend trip into the forest we’ve got planned with some old friends.” Ynroh said when everyone had recovered enough to speak again. “We’ll be using the latest sample of Rewollof’s bondage container, you know, the design which is selling so well?” Nodding heads all around. “I know them, but what does Rewollof have to do with them?” Erom Erom asked “One day when I saw those freight containers on the move, I wondered what it’d be like to be shipped inside something like that, like a standardized bondage container. We designed them together, and he managed to get them mass-produced.
The franchising fees are a nice shopping income” Ynroh added with an understatement smile. “The latest model is of an even leaner frame construction, every one can see you inside from all angles, or touch you for that matter. Yet the padding is more comfortable, it allows longer trips. And they can be stacked more securely, just like on a cargo ship.
When I get in, my ankles and calves are strapped to the V-shaped bottom, no more solid plate so I can look down, or others below can look up. Once I sit down, my thighs will be strapped down too with 2 wide belts. Then I bend over to have my torso strapped down. If I’m lucky, I can travel without corset or breast binder, they’re good fun but hard on longer trips when you’re all folded up. The latest model has a choice of binding the arms with cuffs on the torso-belt, or above your back along the lid when they lower that to close the container.
When I’m all strapped in and down, Rewollof will usually have his way with me in some of my exposed orifices, before locking the back-bar in place with the two vibrators for the trip. If I’ve been nice to him, he may add a clit vibrator as well to keep me busy during the trip. That hasn’t changed: with all the belts and the vibrators on the bar, you are seriously locked in position. No matter how they tumble that container, you never move an inch inside. Oh yes, another thing the new model has, is adjustable head position. You no longer have to hold your head, it is fixed for you, either down between your knees, or up and forward looking.
For either position, there is a penis-gag fixture, with drinking fluid if you suck hard enough. I’ve tried the down position, and it allows you to see the person stacked below you. The up position gives more view to the rest of the vehicle, but it also positions your mouth to you know what.” Ynroh paused and seemed to smile at the thought. “We’ll be six of us in one float coach, the men will have 3 of the seats and us ladies will be stacked three high in our containers.
I hope to be the middle one, so I can see the lady underneath and hear the one above, they are both staunch “orgasmers” on bumpy rides and I just love that sound around me.” This was again greeted with nodding heads, Ynroh’s reputation was well known. “I’ve seen the ads and they do seem like a dream, yet it seems a lot of money for something you use only occasionally” Em Ekop said. “Occasionally? Oh, but then you haven’t seen the option for click-on wheels and a spandex cover” Ynroh replied. “With those, you become like roll-on luggage tagging along with your husband, dressed in a thin catsuit for warmth and the spandex shielding you from dirt.
And when the luggage carriers drop you down on the side like a suitcase, you can really feel yourself sinking onto those vibrators even more.” Her face showed she had made such trips. Behind her Rewollof smiled. He also remembered those trips, and was looking forward to the weekend trip. And, being the merchant that he was, he also recognised the faces around him to expect more sales to come. He put his arm around Ynroh and fed her a grape, gently caressing the wedding ring piercing in her left breast on the return. Thus the conversation continued.
When dinner was finished, tradition had it that the men retreat to the library to discuss “truly important manners, like business and such”. Ynroh often muttered this was probably about nothing more then float coaches and sports, but that the men are afraid to say so. Either way, once dinner was over, the ladies had penis gags, earplugs and blindfolds attached, and were rolled into the library. Here the men smoked their cigars and butt-fucked their circle of wives, in a liberal swap and exchange. The wives themselves were treated to a random setting in the visitors up front, stimulating and probing them too.
The penis gags had a portion of brandy in them, available once the sealing glazing had been licked off and when the gags were sucked properly. This kept the ladies busy, as they couldn’t hear what their husbands were up to anyway. They could feel it of course. Having had a few of such ceremonies, Ynroh always took pride in recognizing who had butt-taken her and when, by the thrust, by the size, by the sensitivity (or lack thereof) of the penetrator. More often then not she would properly identify her visitors. Rewollof too had learned her skill and could recognise the ladies he visited if he were blindfolded.
Should one of the men be tired while courtesy would have it that he take a certain wife at the time, one of the servants would politely step in, fresh as they still were at this point in the evening. Gib Ssob had a special role of course, as it was her husband who sat hooded among the other ladies, while she smoked cigars with the other men. She had brought several size strap on dildo’s, depending on who she could visit. It had taken some time for the conservative men to accept her in this role, but by now every one accepted All in all, every body received his and her fair share of penetration and stimulation all evening.
Upon the goodbye hugs, every guest received a well sized designer butt plug to take home. The servants were given the next day off with tickets to the nearest fuck-cycle gym. Once again, Ynroh-n-Toh & Rewollof had maintained their reputation for hosting excellent parties. Exhausted but satisfied, they retreated to their large bedroom, where they chose to sleep spoon wise in their vacuum bed, once again tightly together for the night.
4: Girlie talk near the Fountain of Mating Statues
It was some days after that furniture trial party, that Ynroh had a date with her friends downtown. They had agreed to meet at a terrace on the city centre square, facing the fountain with mating statues. As ever, Yrnroh was the last to arrive, something the others had grown used to. She simply had to have “an entrance”. Usually, they forgave her, as Ynroh’s arrivals were quite often quite remarkable. This morning, they were not disappointed. Ynroh arrived tied to Rewollof’s front, as if he was using a adult-sized baby carrier. He carried her in front of him, while she led the way since he was hooded.
They shared some kind of shirt and pants for two, they seemed like one person with too many heads and legs. Her legs appeared to be folded, while his arms seemed to be across her chest. After the first Ooh’s and aah’s and coffee’s, Ynroh had to explain how it all tied together. It started with each wearing a body harness, almost like a safety harness as seen in construction work, or with sky divers. He would enter her from behind, then hook the two harnesses together with firm straps at the hips. Sometimes they used a crotch-strap from her front all the way through their legs to buckle to his back.
This would not only hold their hips even firmer together, but could also lock plugs and dildo’s in place. Some other straps at the shoulders would hold their torso’s together, fusing them skin to skin. Other straps, or sometimes a special leg-binder, would tie her calves to her thighs, resulting in her hanging from his Rod in her behind and from the straps. Rewollof’s right hand then would go underneath her right arm to grasp her left breast, while his other arm would go over her left shoulder to grasp her right breast. When this was done, some foil or wrap would pack up their torso’s and bind his hands on her breasts.
By now, they were like one body, with his legs and her arms acting like one. Sometimes Rewollof would be hooded or blindfolded, so he had to rely on her to guide them. Amazingly enough, this proved quite safe to walk around, as she learned direct his movements with her muscles. They would think as one, joined as intimately as possible. They had some special garments and clothing made, to fit both of them. Whenever he would sit down, her legs would “drop” beside his. As she was telling all this, Ynroh-n-Toh occasionally, and almost absentmindedly, lifted her drink over her head to give him a drink, never missing his lips once.
Even though Rewollof could hear everything, he seemed content to be silent, leaving the girlie-talk to the ladies. “Sometimes when it’s my turn to be sub, we are tied facing each other, with my arms taped around him. This way I am like a little monkey clinging to her parent, and Rewollof takes me wherever he needs to go. I love it to feel his skin tightly against mine, rubbing up and down on every step. The only thing is that these harness straps sometimes start irritating, we’re thinking of having some sort of dual corset made.
That is still in the sketching phase, though.” All the girls listened breathlessly, looking at Rewollof who seemed to squeeze her breasts in approval when she mentioned the dual corset plan. After a fresh drink. Ynroh continued. “Apart from taking a walk together, we sometimes go out, strapped together. We’ve been a few times to the Gang Bang Bar, you know, where they employ staff from the Duts tribe? Boy, I tell you, these guys last many times! Imagine us on our backs, with a group of anonymous hooded man taking me strongly and continuously, while Rewollof underneath me can see it happening.
As much as I can feel the men entering me, I can also feel Rewollof holding me tightly, growing large inside me, knowing he can feel every thrust of those men. After we’d recovered, we went to the “back end”-room. This is where Rewollof got it from a horde of unknown men. He lay on top of me, I could feel his weight pressing on my breast, as his hands were bound to them. With every thrust into him, I could feel his Willy being pushed into me as well. It felt as if we were both taken at the same time. Apparently we were so inspiring to the other guests, that the bar management gave us a free “sandwich treatment”.
We stood on the podium in the middle of the bar, with yet another group of the Duts-staff taking us on either side. And throughout the evening, we moved like one, we felt like one, we almost climaxed as one … well, me more them him of course” she concluded with a smile, as her hand went over her head to caress Rewollof. The girls had listened without interruption while Ynroh described the “contraption” and how they enjoyed it. When Ynroh finished, it was Em Ekat who spoke first. “You know, you two are probably the only couple I know who have no fixed dom or sub role. Most couples stay fixed in one being the dom, or sub. Take Ssob Gib for example, they have clearly fixed roles.
I’ve seen a few couples who will switch occasionally, but this invention of yours really proves each of you is both sub and both a dom. I mean, you are all tied up, legs folded and poked from behind, you rely on Rewollof to take you places, yet you seem to be the one in control, you are the one who tells him where to go. It’s really remarkable. And about that Gang-Bang Bar, you really must tell me their opening times. I might just organise a girls tea-party there”. The other girls nodded in agreement and anticipation. “And you switch publicly too”, Erom Erom said. “My husband does not mind if I tie him up occasionally, or take him.
You’ve seen him the other day at Ynroh’s party, he is all right if others take me and I enjoy it. But he wouldn’t dream of walking the streets like this, not with me in charge. If we ever did, I would be the hooded one, or at least gagged, while he would determine where we’d go.” Conversation went astray, as it does on such occasions. After a while, they were discussing trips. "Oh yes, remember that weekend trip I spoke about the other day?" Ynroh-n-Toh said. "I'm afraid it got cancelled. Rewollof has to go to a tradeshow, to replace a sick colleague." "Oh, what a bummer, you were so looking foward to it, to test out your new bondage container" Em Ekat said.
"True, but instead we'll test it in business trip conditions" Ynroh-n-Toh replied. "We'll use the click-on wheels and Rewollof will roll me along with him bound & plugged as carry on luggage, while I enjoy the rechargable batteries and get to support business deals." On Yoj-Xes, it is customary among business people that when a deal is made, it is sealed by swapping wives upon contract signature. It is considered a good omen for the deal just struck if the wives actually climax during this swap. Ynroh did not need to tell her friends that she knew her stuff and always managed to do this, even with large joint venture contracts involving multiple parties.
"The bondage container is wonderful for this. I have been sitting about all relaxed and charged from the plugs inside of me. You know, on such occasions I always pity the wives of the other busness men", Ynroh-n-Toh said. “So many men have their wives "on parade' in corsets and high heels, sometimes with armbinders and all. These poor things will already have walked the entire fair in their ballet boots and strict corsets, so when contract signature comes, they really struggle to climax to seal their husbands deals. I’m glad Rewollof thinks of me too, this container keeps me fit enough to seal all the deals he makes during a busy convention." She looked at the nodding heads around her.
Her friends agreed this made much more business sense. It was a sizable factor in Rewollof's business success, Ynroh-n-Toh always supported his business with her own skills. As this topic went across the table, she could feel him stir inside her, apparently he liked the prospect of taking her with him in a trip again. She squeezed her ass-muscles to comfort him, as she followed the conversation. Em Ekop had raised the question which corsets went well for dancing parties, and what vibrator setting best suited which music. Now here was a topic they all had an opinion about…..
A Fetish Marriage · Part 2 (2/2)
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