A Fetish Marriage · Part 1 (1/2)
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[Authors‘ note: after the initial story of A Fetish Honeymoon (originated after a story contest in 2005), I felt I had to revisit Citore Lauxes lady Ynroh-N-Toh & her Llud husband Rewollof again, to see how they were doing after some years of marriage. After all, married life is quite different then a honeymoon, even if it is on the planet Yoj-Xes!
For the new readers: if the names seem confusing, simply read them backwards and it’ll tell you more about the characters. I owe a word of thanks to the folks of “Charlotte Fetish”, whose steel constructions (or should I say contraptions?) inspired me to some of the toys used.]
1: An Office Party.
Ynroh-N-Toh was excited. She had a delicious new outfit and she was going to show it to her husband, Rewollof, who had not seen it yet. “Be representative, my dear, we will have business associates attending the party” he had said that morning. “Well, an outfit called “the perfect housewife trainer” should be representative enough”, she thought as the servants off-loaded her, outfit and all, outside the restaurant where the reception would be taking place. They wheeled her into the entry, while one went ahead to tell Rewollof she had arrived.
She was anxious to see his face when he would see her, and she was not disappointed. Rewollof was used to some quite creative outfits his wife would wear, or lock herself into, but this one had him wide-eyed nonetheless. His eyes roamed over her latest creation, or better, a combination of things he had seen before and some he had not. True enough, she was all dressed up representatively in a head-to-toe leather cat suit, shiny dark blue, with her face being the only the skin visible. Her figure was accentuated by a heavy leather corset, in very dark red, tightening her waist and propping up her breasts underneath the cat suit.
Evidence that she was not about to be playing around that night was given by the padlocked stainless steel chastity belt, visible just below the corset. Quite likely she would have left the key at home. Her shapely legs were resting in buckled boots, the same deep red as the corset, with modest heels (by her standards any way), only 4 inch. He guessed the reason for the heels though: she could not move about and had to stand on the spot, for she was locked into some steel contraption. Ballet boots would have been too uncomfortable for the duration of the reception. Smiling and shaking his head in both admiration and disbelief, he took a closer look at the steel thing.
A base plate on wheels, so she could be rolled around, or tagged along. A full length pole with a curve quite like the spine of a well-heeled lady, and a series of 2” steel cuffs welded in anatomically correct places…. These cuffs locked her ankles to each side of the pole, as well as her thighs and her waist. Between her legs a big curving bar came forward, so she could easily be pulled forward, if one had no objection of grabbing just in front of the chastity belt. The pole took a big curve backwards above her hips, where other similar cuffs held her wrists and her elbows well behind her. A half cuff served as resting place for her neck and a hinging cuff was left open for her head.
On close inspection (he noticed her delighted eyes following his inspection) he saw he could easily put her head into the top half ring, and twist the front half over her head to lock her head into immobility as well. He did not need to look to know it would click into place. The central pole ended with a strong ring on top, no doubt to suspend the entire construction, with occupant of course, if so desired. The overall effect was of a tightly packed up lady, held firmly in a standing position. He smiled at her, and kissed her gently. “Congratulations, my dear, once again you have outdone yourself. Where on earth did you find this …. thing?” he said.
“Lovely, isn’t it? I call it “The Perfect Housewife Trainer”. I thought of it myself and had it made by Nori Ffits, the smith from your village. He knows my style by now and only needed half a word and some dimensions. It arrived this morning, just when I was wondering what to wear tonight. “
She smiled proudly, taking in the admiring looks of the passers by and the other guests of the reception. She knew she would be the talk of the town again tomorrow. “Oh, and by the way dear, depending how representative I have to be for you tonight, I have a ring gag trainer in my hand bag, which I believe is dangling somewhere behind me. Do you know if you need me to engage in conversation with other people tonight? You know how I can always can get just that tid-bit of information out of seemingly sharp business men when they think I am totally helpless. I had the wheels well oiled, so they can take me across the dancing floor, if it’s a slow dance. But please, do not put on the blind-fold if we are going to dance, I’m not sure if I won’t get motion sickness, and that would spoil the effect.”
Rewollof listened with pride to her total self confidence and brashness. Indeed she had dug up some useful information at other receptions where all the partners where bound in some fetish outfit. Mostly the wives, yet with ever more husbands, as women worked their way up in the company. Such parties were quite common in Ygro, the capital of Citore Lauxes where he and Ynroh-N-Toh now lived, after a few years in his home town of Llud (“the village” as she always called it teasingly). Even private parties often had fetish or bondage dress codes.
Tonight would not be one of those however, it was “just a product launch”. “You’ll be fine, my dear, feel free to talk. I’ll plug you when you misbehave” he said, and kissed her again. “Once again, you look stunning, I’m proud of you.” He took hold of the pulling bar protruding from her loins and rolled her alongside him into the party, where drinks were waiting. After a while of polite chit-chat, Ynroh-N-Toh grew bored. There was no business intelligence to be gathered, and no new bondages around to admire. These parties were often the same, with rarely a surprising outfit, bondage or conversation showing up.
She regretted not packing some vibrators into herself when she dressed up, it would have been much more enjoyable with something working inside herself. She wondered what she would look like, shuddering to a climax in a public place while she was held rigid and trying to keep up polite conversation. Not that she was ashamed of public climaxing, she had even managed to do so at her wedding. Hopefully Rewollof would have some energy tonight, she hoped. “Could you please roll me to my husband please, there is something I need to ask him” she interrupted the man speaking with her on something she had already forgotten. “My dear, I am afraid I have not been behaving as I should have.
Please feel free to apply appropriate measures” she said to him when she arrived. He looked at her, understanding the hidden message she was giving him: please let me escape into my own world. He was not yet ready to leave though, some customers still needed his attention. He frowned, took out the ring gag trainer and swiftly put it into place, tightly. “How dare you damage my reputation in front of my guests! We shall discuss this firmly when we get home!” he said sternly and slapped her on her buttocks. Without the customers seeing though, he had winked at her, and she had understood that he had gotten her message. She lowered her head demurely and smiled to herself.
She had seen some people, whom she knew were critical customers, nodding approvingly that he had showed his authority. Well, at least she had helped him there, she thought, as she slowly retreated with her thoughts into herself. Feeling the smug fit of Nori Ffits latest creation holding her up, her mind wandered back to the days she had in “the village”, the first years with Rewollof after her honeymoon trip to BeeDeeSeM.
2: “Sex and the village”, or "Not so desperate housewives"
She had been looking forward to his home town, especially after the almost continuous penetrations during her honeymoon. In fact, she had arrived in full, double penetration, as he had taken her home inside the glass sculpture which held her like a giant full-body corset. It was fitting for a lady of noble descent, yet his home town proved less progressive to sexuality and fetish than her home town. But then again, her home town, Ygro, was the capital of the Yoj Xes planet, and enjoyed the cultural peak of eroticism and fetishism.
The people in “the village”, as she always called it, were open and friendly in person, but kept their private life, well, private. After inquiring into fetish shops or local bondage designers, Ynroh discovered this region enjoyed more simple alternative use of existing stuff. Farmers would use horse straps and ropes, carpenters would make their own bondage furniture, people would have many other uses for house hold equipment, etc. It took Ynroh quite some time to get settled. Fortunately, her big supply of play-toys from the honeymoon trip helped, and Rewollof proved eager enough to pack her up, tie her up or whatever when he came home.
Ynroh being a true Citore Lauxes, he would often find her already dressed & tied up in some exotic way, or a trap waiting for him to be tied up. She was glad he was progressive enough, he could be change between the dominant or submissive role, as did she. She got on well with his sister too, Tilc-Toh. It wasn’t long before they were confiding in each other during cosy & intimate tea-sessions in 69-positions, exchanging gossip as well as bondage techniques. It was the same Tilc-Toh who introduced Ynroh into country style bondage, with household items & simpler straps versus the city’s designer bondage she was used to, as well as into other house-wife groups.
It was during these Hogtie Tea parties that Ynroh-n-Toh discovered she did like steel after all. Being bound in steel was much more merciless then in pliable bondage such as leather or rope. She fondly remembered her first Hogtie Tea Party with all the ladies in steel hogtie trainer. Upon arrival, Ynroh-N-Toh looked around the room. At first it had seemed like your average room for guests in one of the better houses, where a group of ladies was about to meet for tea. This room however had no chairs, but a circle of steel contraptions, with protruding bars in strategic places. They had a base plate, a steel column about 2ft high, with another bar welded horizontally to the column.
Several wide rings appeared openable and lockable, but Ynroh-N-Toh could not immediately guess which ones were for arms or feet. Ynroh-N-Toh looked quizzingly at Tilc-Toh, who nodded her to go in. “Have no fear, Ynroh, this will be fun. I’ll show you how to get in, but knowing you, you’ll find it easy enough once you know how it works. Watch me.” With that, Tilc-Toh stripped of her dress and wriggled herself, on her belly, backwards onto the base plate. It was obvious the lower and shorter steel bar was going inside her, although Ynroh-N-Toh could not see into which orifice. Tilc-Toh fiddled the rings open, folded her legs towards her hips and clicked her ankles into the rings.
She put her arms into the other rings, holding her elbows and wrists tightly together. She was held in a hogtie position, held merciless by steel. Her breast were just free of the floor, she held her head up. Only now did Ynroh-N-Toh see the half circle of steel behind the head, apparently to hold a head with a strap or something likewise if the occupant had to remain totally fixed. Tilc-Toh smiled at Ynroh. “See, once you know how, it’s quite fun. Of course, once you’re in, somebody locks the rings, you’re not supposed to get out.” “Aha, Tilc-Toh, I see you’re on the mood today, couldn’t wait again, couldn’t you?” said a voice behind them.
Ynroh-N-Toh turned around, to see their host Erom Esaelp smiling at them. “And you must be Ynroh-N-Toh, Tilc-Toh told us about you. Welcome in our little circle, where we meet, where we chat and, well, where we enjoy ourselves and each other. I see Tilc-Toh has shown you how the Steel Hogtie Holder works. It can be quite comfortable, you know, if you’re well strapped in.” Ynroh-N-Toh nodded, she had recognised the padding and saw how Tilc-Toh was held tightly, yet could hold this for some time. Erom Esaelp motioned her towards one of the other hogtie holders. “We all strip and strap ourselves in, minus one of course.
We draw lots, you see, who will be the one not to be strapped in for the day. That person locks all the holders, switches on the power in the dildo-bars, or not of course, and gets to play with us, while we chat about whatever we chat about.” Ynroh-N-Toh looked at her. “That’s seems harsh, everyone will have fun but her?” “Oh not to worry, my dear. Before she straps us in, we strap her in too: 2 vibrators with long-life batteries, locked into place with a steel chastity belt, the key of which sits in an ice-cube. We fairly share our joy & orgasms, you see.” Erom Esaelp said with a smile. Ynroh-N-Toh raised her eyebrows.
This was obviously not quite your average village tea-circle ….”Just how do you actually drink tea then” she asked with a smile, while she casually locked the rings holding Tilc-Toh, which in turn switched on some humming inside the machine. “Hey, I was just getting out!” Tilc-Toh protested briefly. “No you’re not, it seems our guest knows how to take initiative. Get ready for a longer stay, dear” Erom Esaelp said, and smiled at Ynroh-n-Toh. “For drinks we either have straws, or the free person gives you a drink, depending on her mood, and depending on the gags we may apply.
Oh, by the way, for guests we have a special hogtie holder, with a bit more padding to lessen the strain on the shoulders. Here, let me show you.” Erom was about to guide Ynroh to one holder, but Ynroh stopped her. “That’s very kind of you, but I’d like to be part of the group like anyone else. And besides, I’ve had my share of restrictive bondage, I think I can handle a position or two for a tea session.” Erom briefly looked at Ynroh and saw the pride in her eyes. “Very well, why don’t you take the one next to Tilc-Toh then?” she said with a sparkle in her eyes, after which she turned around to let in some other guests.
Ynroh dropped her dress and hobbled backwards as she had seen Tilc-Toh do, only to find out that this particular hogtie holder had two sizable bars sticking out horizontally, aiming at the usual openings. It took Ynroh a fair bit of wiggling backwards on her stomach to get them both inside, the steel being inflexible, cold and unhelpful, yet very filling. Her experience helped her to get into position, after which she deftly clicked her ankles into position. She was about to look for the rings & holders for her elbows and wrists, when she realised some ladies had been watching her intently. “Oh Erom, what a way to treat new guests!” one said seemingly indignified.
“The one with the tightest back-curve and the biggest vibrators!….and I had been hoping to get that one!” she added with a smile. “Well, I did offer her the guest holder, but she wanted to be treated like anyone else in the group. And as she was introduced by Tilc-Toh, I thought it only fair to put them next to each other” Erom Esaelp said to the other women, as she clicked Ynroh’s cuffs shut, clicked the head ring around her head into place and switched on the vibrators. Ynroh gulped when the machines came into action.
She was used to quite some powerful intruders, but stretched as she was into a strict hogtie position, she was not quite prepared for two very powerful steel vibrators getting into action. She had to really concentrate to listen to Erom’s introductions to all the other ladies, and to listen to the conversation while the lots were drawn for the remaining lady. The lady who had been hoping for Ynroh’s hogtie holder, Gib Emmig, lost (or won?), and Ynroh watched as she was penetrated by two equally sizable machines before the chastity belt locked them into place. Just as the belt locked shut, Erom seemed to remember something. “You know, Gib, my dear, the weirdest thing happened this morning.
I accidentally froze the key to the belt in a much larger ice cube then normal, you may be stuck with these toys until early evening. Now I hope you’ll appreciate we gave you the largest ones in each opening…” she said with a devious smile. Gib Emmig looked not pleased at first, it turned out she would be having guests that evening, business guests for her husband. “Oh dear, you’ll have to hide these visitors and their noise then” Erom said apologetically, albeit not very convincing. Needless to say, by the time Erom herself was clicked in, Gib made her pay….. which may have been her objective all along.
It turned out a very pleasant afternoon, and Ynroh was pleased to have found other “partners in crime”, or as she preferred to call it, “partners in pleasure”. As a club tends to do with newcomers, Ynroh was tested for her stamina, her experience, her gossip, etc. Being a Citore Lauxes of high pedigree however, she passed all tests, including the one for juiciest orgasm or juiciest bondage gossip. Once she passed, the group quickly accepted her as one of their own and they enjoyed regular “tea sessions” at each others’houses. Each host would have a different bondage and play theme however.
Erom Esaelp turned out to be the wife of the local aristocrat and large landowner, which explained why she could afford to have the circle of steel hogtie holders made, and have a room to spare to house them. She confided there were similar “machines” for the men, but would not show them. Apparently she and her husband made a game to hide the male & female techniques for each other. As Erom’s husband was fairly well off, she did not have to work, like Ynroh, so they would meet more often then with the others.
It was the same Erom who introduced Ynroh to horse back riding, as her husband had considerable fields and tracts of land to ride through privately. Ynroh quickly took a fancy to the special ”saddles”, which were not much more then a wide band around the horse’s chest with two dildo’s on top. A brief sanitary cloth was the only thing between the rider and the horse. A true rider would have to hold himself, of herself, on the back of the horse by using his legs and by squeezing the internal muscles around the dildos. Ynroh never got that far, as she liked the beginner’s set much better.
The beginner’s set had some strong cloth “socks” laced around the feet, the long end of these socks would be tied tightly around the horse. It took a bit of gymnastics to attach or release yourself to or off the horse, but she quickly figured a way to do so, while holding herself on top by means of the double penetrators. Ynroh compared it to tying herself down upside down by her feet to bondage suspension cuffs.
As it assured she could absolutely not fall off, she could relax much more and enjoy the waves and motions of the trotting or galloping horse underneath her. A gallop across a long field would thus turn into a long orgasmic ride, as the dildo’s, or vibrators, would do their work unpredictably yet strongly & mercilessly. She would tie herself tightly, so she would feel every muscle of the powerful horse, and he could feel her. In due time, she learned to direct the horses by shifting her weight, a gentle pressure of her thighs, so she could let go of the reins and feel like flying with her arms spread wide, while galloping across the fields.
After a while, Erom reverted back to the beginners saddle as well, although she allowed herself more play in tying down her feet, so she would be thrown upwards, and of course would nicely fall downwards onto the dildo’s, with every step. In sunny weather, they would ride naked, and have lovely intimate picnic pauses at a lake, or small river. Over the course of spring and summer, they would get a wonderful summer tan all over, much to the delight of their husbands. The village was not that progressive as to condone ladies riding around naked on a horse. The solution was to leave dressed and on conventional saddles and ride to a small cabin just inside the private part of the forest.
Here they would shed clothes and saddles, having taken the small saddles and whatever they needed for the picnic in saddle bags. On weekend rides, the husbands would join them, having their own minimal saddles of course. These trips made for even more pleasant picnics at the lakes or rivers. Yrnoh discovered intimate play and bondage play in the open air, in water and even under water, as Erom sometimes brought some weights and breathing tubes. Being caressed and loved under water, seemingly weightless and with the sunlight sparkling above, was among Ynroh’s (and Rewollof’s for that matter) fondest memories.
The village also had fond memories of Ynroh though, as she had given them, and the world, a wonderful creation, inspired by Gib Emmig’s husband. He was a bicycle maker, and, to help his wife maintain her fitness, had converted a bicycle into a home-trainer annex fucking machine. By cycling, she would rotate three cam-plates, two actuating separate dildo’s doing their wonderful jobs, while the third had a smaller motion rubbing the rider’s clit. Needless to say, Gib did not mind her daily exercise and one day proudly showed the machine to Ynroh. Ynroh had seen, and used, fucking machines before, most of them using a crank-shaft mechanism.
Being the Citore Lauxes that she was, Ynroh-n-Toh immediately grasped the erotic significance of using cam-actuators. It allowed each motion its own rhythm, its own stroke or penetrating thrust, even its own sense of vibration. She had the female business sense to shape it like a fashionable designer toy (Gib’s had been, well, a converted bicycle), with Gib’s husband upgrading the design to allow different cam-plates for different tastes in stroke and thrust. Rewollof activated his family’s enterprise to mass market and mass-produce it. It sold fantastically, and made the three of them a good fortune. Pretty soon, hundred’s of households in every city saw housewives fuck-cycling themselves.
Very un-Llud like, it was Rewollof who devised a working male version, with the front dildo actuator replaced by a dick pumper, and the clit massager replaced by a ball fondler. Naturally, sales doubled and many marriages had very fit husbands and wives as a result.
As if she still needed convincing, after this “invention” Ynroh was convinced the Llud reputation must have been out-dated, for Rewollof was anything but one.
3: Party and the city.
One beautiful summer evening Ynroh-n-Toh and Rewollof organised a party with and for their friends. She had invited her old-time friends Em Ekat, Em Ekop (two wild sisters), Erom Erom and finally Ssob Gib. Sobb Gib was a minority case in Ygro: she was the dominant one in their relationship, and her husband Sreh M’I enjoyed being the sub. This sometimes meant re-arrangements for toys and furniture, as he had to sit (or lay, or hang, or whatever was on the bondage menu of the day) in between the ladies. Ssob Gib on the other hand felt at ease being among men, discussing how best to please their bound partners, when to switch on which vibrator, etc.
A party in Ygro was obviously not your usual party. Ynroh-n-Toh had specified a clear dress code: “Ladies: put on your most designerish armbinder, full body & hooded leather or latex catsuit, high heels locked
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