A Fetish Honeymoon · Part 2 (2/3)
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gags, tight binds, insertables. Even though Rewollof was not looking for advice on clamps or candle wax, he bought the book anyway.
It was Rewollof who spotted the Captivity Café and they found a seat. The seats and tables were sculptured as if made from human furniture, depicting tightly bound men and women. The waitresses too were dressed appropriately. A black, hooded latex body corset was tight around their body and held up their heads, with their breasts pointing forward, half open. Over the hood, they wore a white multi-strap gag, with a speaker in their mouths. Hobbling around on ballet boots and a hobble skirt, their elbows were clasped to their waists, and they held a tray in front of them. “Hi, this is your waitress Lucy” a deep male voice says from the mouth speaker. “Please place your order into the microphone in between her breasts”.
Ynroh-N-Toh looked a bit surprised at the waitresses at first, although Rewollof clearly liked the sight. She was relieved to see there were male waiters in similar outfits as well. Rewollof slowly placed the order for a small lunch, his eyes clearly taking his time, after which Lucy hobbled to another table for orders. When Lucy brought the plates, they had to take them off themselves and put the money on the plate too. “Here, give her a tip, will you?” Rewollof said with a grin and gave Ynroh-N-Toh some coins. Wondering where to put it, she followed his gaze. Shaking her head with a smile, she put the coins in between Lucy’s breasts.
Ynroh-N-Toh felt a bit awkward, even though she had touched other women’s breasts before, while playing experiments with her sisters or friends fore example. Lucy didn’t seem to mind, and bowed her head politely, you could almost imagine her smiling under the gag. “Well, why else would they have left an opening there, the rest of the outfit was all sealed off” he said innocently. “So, where did you learn your first knots & ropes?” Rewollof asked after they toasted.“Oh well, as girls do, from peeking at their sisters, stories from girlfriends, shawl & rope binding parties when we had sleep-overs with each other. One of my bigger sisters discovered the combinations to Mom & Dad’s Toy Box.
Needless to say we had fun evenings when they were out and as soon as the baby sitter thought we were asleep.
To tell you the truth, I learned many roping techniques at a girl scout sailing camp. In the evenings we were trying all the sailing knots we had learned that day on each other, tying each other to the beds, outside to trees, you name it. One evening we were caught red handed, or red roped actually, by one of the attendants. Boy, we thought we were really in trouble then. Suddenly, one of the girls, clearly one who was going to make it to higher levels later, interrupted his angry ranting mid sentence and said: “Actually, I’m rather surprised to see you so upset, mr Evol-Epor. You seemed to like rope experiments so very much the last few evenings with miss Egadnob.
Would you like to see some of the pictures I took to memorize your knotting techniques?” She smiled innocently & triumphantly, as he turned from angry red to pale white in a moment. Needless to say, us “innocent girl scouts” blackmailed him, and miss Egadnob too by the way, to teach us all their rope & knot tricks for bondage use. The sailing trips became pretty short, to have plenty of time on shore.” They both laughed at the experience and the story. “Whatever became of the teacher?” Rewollof asked. “Oh, I believe his sailing camps became immensely popular, as obviously word got around.
He retired quickly though, as he couldn’t bear the pressure of being blackmailed by all the girl scouts from the region. Perhaps he wanted his dominatrix to be a bit older.” she replied. “Actually, this story is remarkably similar to how I got to learn some of my tricks. I was sent to a riding camp, to learn working with the horses, training them, exploring nature and all that. Similar to what happened with you, I ended up learning much more about different uses for leather straps, saddles, pony-girl training, etc. I sure got going on leather after that camp, although my parents probably never knew what memories it had with it for me.
Man, what a great summer that was!” Rewollof said with a smile. “Hmm, interesting that camp leaders in various regions are so easily blackmailed. They should know the youth of today is certainly not so innocent anymore. Perhaps this is why they became camp leaders in the first place, all the smart people knew better then to do that…” Ynroh replied.
After lunch, they came by a shop named BodyCast. It was a shop where they could make a “copy” of your body, after which you can have any outfit made in steel, wood, decorated plaster, you name it, to precisely match your own curves. Some iron outfits would be cast around your “body copy” as obviously molten steel is not something to sit through. Both Rewollof and Ynroh-N-Toh took an instant liking to this and spent the rest of the afternoon having several casts made in various positions.
Rewollof had a print made of his torso for a stainless steel “shirt” to be made, whereas Ynroh-N-Toh did the same for a polished wooden shirt. She had the cast made while leaning forward, so her breasts would be nicely pointing forward. Each outfit should be ready well before their departure. Lastly, they indulged in a full body cast, holding them together in an intimate position. When finished, this cast needed to be closed and opened by a servant, and featured reinforcements so the cast could be suspended with both of them inside. “Oh Rewollof, this is so wonderful” she whispered in his ear while the cast was being made. She was on top of him, with his arms around her, his rod inside her.
“I can’t wait to be sleeping firmly in your arms, with you penetrating me, all tied down for the night”. They both climaxed several times, trying not to move too much, while the cast dried. After the body casts had been made, they walked slowly back to the hotel in the fading afternoon light. The daytime street artists, showing their pole dancing skills, their self bondage skills, their bondage products etcetera, were slowly being replaced by the evening artists. These offered other kinds of dancing, seductive music, quick-bondage, etc, usually themselves dressed provocatively in latex, rubber, leather, etc.
Back in the hotel, they called in the health club service for a thorough massage for each. In the spirit of the Festival, each of them was massaged by three persons while they were tied down to the table, Rewollof by three ladies in leather strap harnesses, Ynroh by three muscular men in similar outfits. They enjoyed dinner, sitting naked at the suite terrace overlooking the city. After dinner, Rewollof wanted to try some things. With strong leather bondage straps from his luggage (“I also bought something with my bigger brothers too when I turned 18, you know”), he strapped Ynroh-N-Toh’s ankles together, her elbows behind her back and her hands together. She looked at him curiously, wondering what he was up to.
From his Stag Party Gift Bag, he took a collection of Toys for Boys. “Let’s see how you like getting something inside you” he whispered into her ears, as he gently strapped a penis-gag in between her lips. While his eyes remained on hers, he slowly inserted 2” thick vibrator into her front entry, buzzing and twisting and all. She didn’t flinch when the Monster invaded her and returned his stare, and after a some moments closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations being brought into her by electric power. Rewollof was not finished yet, and added an inflatable dildo into her back entry. He pumped it up until her eyes went wide, yet she still did not make a sound.
He tried various settings to test her limits, played with her breasts and nipples, but she never made a protesting sound, taking everything standing up while looking at him proudly. Only when she experienced a shuddering climax, from all the stimulations, did she close her eyes. Finally, he released her back entry to enter her personally, squeezing and fondling her breasts while pumping in and out of her buttocks. With a loud groan he exploded his load into her, his fingers grabbing her boobs tightly. When he recovered after a while, he released her. “You are amazing as to what you can take. Not a peep, even with two 2” thick inserts inside of you” he added admiringly.
“I was simply planning my revenge” Ynroh-N-Toh said with a devious smile and threw Rewollof, off-guard, face down onto the bed. With an experienced hand she tied his arms crossed behind his back and his ankles with the straps. With help of some tape they bought earlier that day she wrapped him as much as she could, which was surprisingly much. It was all topped off with her wedding ring gag strapped into place. He took it with a surprised look, too baffled (or excited?) to react.
“Typical Ludd”, she thought, “do something unexpected and they freeze up.” “Get ready for something new, my dear”, she said wickedly, as she produced a triply whammy strap-on dildo from her shopping bags and quickly put it on (or better, put it in), her orifices still wet enough to slide in smoothly. She rolled him on his stomach and applied a generous dose of lubricant where it was needed. “You know, for so long I wondered what it was like to take a man from behind, and you make me feel comfortable enough to try it out.” Rewollof’s moans gave an inkling he thought otherwise about being comfortable, but she ignored him. “Oh how I know plenty about being taken in the rear myself.
I love it when done well, but it is just not the same if you don’t know the other side, don’t you think?” With that last comment, she entered him, and as much as he was used to this exit being used as an entry, he still gulped. It was his first time while bound and with somebody else riding him. With a girlish delight, she rode him fiercely, thrusting her hips to penetrate her husband deeply and strongly, and at the same time pleased herself with the other 2 “attachments” in her own openings. The hotel bed was especially designed for action, and she quickly found a good rhythm to bounce up & down, in & out. Finally after several climaxes, she had enough and stopped.
He thought the ordeal was over, but had forgotten he had married a Citore Lauxes, who always have one more thing up their sleeve. She undid the strap-on belt, while the big intruder was still inside him, and strapped it around his hips, sealing it in place. “Good night my dear. We had a really busy day. I can’t wait for tomorrow. Sweet dreams” she whispered into his ears. She cuddled up next to of him and almost immediately fell asleep, leaving him tied, and poked, for the night.
3: Shopping at the fair. By the time they went shopping next morning, Ynroh-N-Toh had to muster all her strength to walk upright and keep up a decent appearance. Rewollof had been none to pleased about being left tied up and penetrated all night. After she had woken up, she had untied him partly and went for the shower, leaving him to untie himself. When she had returned, she was caught by surprise by his strong arms and was put on the bed, face down, with him on top.
In a flash, he had attached strong leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles and had lowered a large wooden X from above (this was after all a premium Bee-Dee-SeM hotel, with all kinky wished taken care off… including pulleys and winches!), to which she was attached. He had then raised her just enough to have her arms & legs stretched, a bit. “Get ready for this position, my dear, while I get the other things” he had said, and proceeded to order something via Room Service. She had strained to hear what he ordered, as she had had no clue what her husband was planning for her.
She found out soon enough, when a large fucking machine, oops, correct that, a double barrel fucking machine with 2 mean looking dildo’s stacked vertically had been rolled in by a butler, plus a breakfast trolley by another butler. Unfazed by the cuffed lady on the bed, they had explained the workings to Rewollof and disappeared again. Rewollof had proceeded to position the machine at the height he desired, and then had raised Ynroh accordingly. She was totally free of the bed, in a face down, wide spread eagle suspension. Her arms and legs were stretched, her back curved, her breasts were dangling with every movement she made to try & accommodate herself.
A few moments later, the machine was in position at both her entries. With a smile, Rewollof had sat beneath her and positioned the breakfast beside him. If she lifted her head, it was precisely positioned above his loins. She had looked at him questioningly yet proudly. Rewollow had explained his intentions.
“You may be thinking, “Oh what a treat, “a double barrel fucking machine!”, but this will definitely NOT be a treat, my dear. Just like last night when you gave me no treat. ” “This breakfast is just for me, and you will have to suck your own breakfast out of me, from you know where. The better you suck, the more you get. Meanwhile, you are to hold your back still, as it will serve as my plate for my breakfast. If you drop my orange juice for example, the glass of which I am now placing between your shoulders, I will have to add something to your peril.
So while the machine will be busy pushing in and out of you like you may not have experienced it yet, and pushing you with it, you will also have to excite me with your mouth to get your breakfast, while at the same time you can not move in order to preserve my breakfast. I think you may not appreciate the machine as you thought you would a few minutes ago. Now good luck, and good suck!”
With those last words, he had switched on the machine. To her surprise, the machine had acted independently: each dildo had moved in his own rhythm, with different strokes and different thrust. What a wonderful machine, she had thought briefly, I must get one when I’m back home. She moaned and had to struggle not to drop the juice, not to mention the plate of eggs had had also placed lower on her back. She had also been surprised at Rewollof’s ingenuity, quite unlike a Ludd. “What a devious plan, my dear husband. Yet, I will do you proud and show you my best” she had said while looking him in the eye, before dropping her head into his lap and put her lips & mouth to work.
It had been hard work, but with all her effort she had managed not to drop a single drop of his breakfast, get a decent load of protein herself and even somehow enjoy being worked by the machine. Doing this all while hanging upside down was quite stretching her limbs, and when Rewollof had decided she had had enough, she had collapsed on the bed, sweat dripping from her head. Her pride made her show nothing of the hard workout, and she had dressed in high heels for the walk through the town. She walked slowly down the stairs, and was secretly glad he ordered a taxi. As they boarded the taxi, Rewollof kissed her gently. "You did great my dear, I guess that makes us even. Now be quiet, we're going to Leather Square.".
Indeed they had. The organisation had split the various offerings by material, so visitors could quickly find what they wanted. Behind Leather Square was Latex Street, to the left was Rubber Alley, further down was the Steel Mall. Both Ynroh-N-Toh and Rewollof felt a preference for leather goods, and went there first. They were not disappointed. Ynroh-N-Toh was amazed at first at all the possibilities and creativity of the designers (in spite of what her mother taught her and what she secretly found in parents closets).
Being a Citore-Lauxes, she was of course more aware of what the market may have then a LLud like Rewollof, yet even she drowned in the impressions of colours, styles, craftwork, etc. They spent quite some time at the "Hood Do You Do" shop, where they tried zippered hoods, laced hoods or buckled ones. Ynroh-N-Toh preferred lacing ones, whereas Rewollof favoured buckled hoods. They both bought a few and on a hunch, they each left the hoods with openings on and walked back into the street. This being BeeDee-Sem, the main looks they got werefrom admiring people: “Wonder where they got those?” "You look lovely, my dear" she said looking at the black man next to her.
They admired themselves and each other in mirroring windows and kissed. "I am evermore grateful to our parents for bringing us together" he said. Having just bought hoods, they almost feel sorry when they bumped into a trainer shop. Again Ynroh-N-Toh admired the creativity of the makers, the sheer variety in colours and models. She tried some simple ones, but felt better in the elaborate, multi-strap trainers. In the end she bought herself a white leather trainer with red ball-gag, holding her face like a giant hand, and a similar one in purple with a ring-gag big enough for blow-jobs. It took a while to find one for Rewollof that they both liked.
Ynroh-N-Toh reckoned a ball-gag suited him, but in the end he settled for a royal blue, multi-strap, ring-gag trainer, with extra wide straps. After trying the various kinds, he felt better with rings, not just for breathing, but also to let his tongue play around on Ynroh-N-Toh if need be. By now, both Ynroh-N-Toh and Rewollof were fully immersed in leather smells. Wearing their hoods again into the street, inhaling the smell of the leather every second, they got even more excited when they reached the leather superstore L-mart. They felt like kids in the candy store. For Rewollof, Ynroh-N-Toh bought some more strap body harnesses.
He kept the red one on and he looked gorgeous, especially with the hood. In turn, Ynroh kept on a lovely black, thick leather corset, tightened with buckles, strong as a harness. Rewollof tried corsets too, but Ynroh-N-Toh decided he looked better in harnesses. The biggest fun however, was at the armbinder and breast binder section. Ynroh-N-Toh never thought she'd like it so much to have her arms held tight behind her back, or her breasts held by strong straps. Unable to make a choice, she has bought a black single sleeve with buckles, with four 1" straps holding her arms. For "her boys", she could not choose either. In the end, Rewollof chose three breast binders of different tightness.
Ynroh-N-Toh had been parading proudly through the shop, hooded, corseted and with the single sleeve, looking for other things. She gave a cry through the whole shop when she saw the body bag, and instantly began to crawl in. "Oh Rewollof, this feels fantastic, I could sleep in this. Not all-night with the sleeve, but otherwise it's great." After he had strapped her into the body bag, Rewollof had carried her to the lunch area. She had kissed his chest and his lips while in his strong arms. "mmmh, my Knight, please hold me, and bring me home safely" she murmured, and leaned her head to his torso, smelling his skin and his leather.
After she had been fed her lunch, Ynroh-N-Toh was freed of the armbinder and body bag, so they could walk hand in hand again. She kept on the corset though, had sent her other clothes to the hotel with the new things they’d bought. By now, Ynroh-N-Toh's brain had really opened up to what she likes, and she was loving it. They were quickly finished in the Steel Mall row of shops. They tried handcuffs and chains, but they both felt to be too cold and hard. Apart from some cock & ball rings, which she decided he had to have. What they did like however, were the stainless steel chastity belts. “You know darling, these are much more protective then the leather ones we wore on our wedding.
When I would lock this onto you, I know for sure you ain’t going nowhere”, she said when admiring herself in the mirror, locked in steel herself. He agreed, and made sure her belt could be locked with a five-digit lock. Rubber Alley had as much choice as Leather Street does, but Rewollof was not that keen after having tried some things. "I guess I am starting to know what I like" he says. Ynroh-N-Toh allowed herself one item, which even Rewollof has to admit looked good: a full body, black rubber catsuit with hood, called Catwoman. She looked amazing, and couldn’t wait to show it to her friends back home. Rewollof had other thoughts.
He bought 5 Catwoman catsuits in white, for the servants back home, especially fitted with elbow-cuffs at the waist, like seen in the Captivity Café the day before. "This will be one of the uniforms, my dear. We'll think of one or two other ones as well. How do you like it?" Ynroh-N-Toh thought it looked gorgeous, but had one remark. "Surely we'll have to get male uniforms as well. I like to have something to look at too, you know!" He laughed, knowing she would surely think of something suitable for the gardener or cook.
After a small coffee break, they walked into Ye Olde Furniture Shoppe, which sold bondage furniture. The collection included very sturdy X-crosses with hooks & belts, dentist chairs with ankle & wrist restraints. Rewollof decided not to buy it. "I know a great carpenter in our home town" he said, "If I explain the principle of these babies, he can make us one custom size, padded and all, for half that price." "Hmm, that'll be great, make sure it's strong enough to hold you too, dear" she smiled.
4: An active afternoon, a packed evening They both felt they had done enough shopping for now, and simply let fate and their eyes guide them. They visited the Museum of Cuffs, studied the theatre announcement of "The bedroom life of a Ninja warrior couple", strolled through the Liquid Latex Body Painting contest in the park, until they came across a workshop that intrigued them both: "Stranger's Circle Bondage, add to some one else’s fantasy".
The concept was simple enough: couples would line up in a big circle, dom's on the outside, subs on the inside. There were tables with all sorts of bondage gear. Each Dom would bind the sub in front of him (or her, of course) with one item. Then the Dom circle would move one table to the left, while the sub-circle moved one table (or were helped to move) in the other direction. That way, each dom would find a sub partially bound by somebody else’s fantasy, to which he (or she, sorry) could add an element of his own. The result could be a curious mix of tape-strapped arms with cuffed wrists, chain-wrapped ankles hogtied with rope, to name just one option.
The one main rule was to keep at least one orifice open and reachable, so the sub could be taken by his/her own Dom once the circles had made their round. Both Ynroh-N-Toh and Rewollof liked it instantly, but had to toss a coin who would be in which circle. She lost and took the sub-round. Rewollof tied her face down with wrapping foil onto a table. Quite some time later he found her back, with her arms tied to the table posts, one with rope (lots of it), one with red tape.
A 2" wide leather thigh-cuff was linked to a similar ankle cuff, holding her left foot above her butt-cheek, while her right foot was rope-tied to her thigh, with a chain pulled it from the table as it was tied to her hair. Rewollof could see a something large in her rear entry, whatever it was was covered by lots of leather bolted to the table. She must have noticed it was him who was circling her (she could not see through the blindfold), for she raised her heads to meet him. She was hooded, and a large ring-gag was open and "waiting for him". "Hello my darling, how lovely to see you again. Are you all right?" he whispered into her ear.
The hood was thick, or they had been plugged, for she could not understand him. He had to speak loudly through her hood, until she nodded yes. "Ready for dessert?" he asked, while unzipping his pants. She nodded, and while he was watching all the other doms taking their subs in one orifice or another, he took his newly wed wife in the mouth through the ring gag. Being a true Citore Lauxes, she did her best to please him, working her tongue and mouth where possible, even though she was tightly bound. Around them, other subs were bound as a ball, stretched along a board, cocooned, straight-jacketed, etcetera, etcetera. It was a great setting to see other tastes and fantasies come alive.
After unwrapping and releasing her, Ynroh-N-Toh and Rewollof took an audience seat to look at the next round of couples, while enjoying a drink. Ynroh-N-Toh had ordered a brief massage (hey, this was The Festival, where everything is catered for) to stretch her limbs again, while she pondered what to do the subs once she was on the Dom circle. They noticed there were more male subs then expected, probably a third or so. Back in Ygro, male subs were much rarer. "You know, that's good, really, males being open about subbing. As much as I like being the Dom, sometimes I like to let go too and be the sub" Rewollof remarked. "I know dear, just you wait" Ynroh-N-Toh s
