| I stood outside the dressing room,
looking out of place wearing the leather outfit that Collette had chosen for
me at the sex shop. The other patrons of the store were eyeing me
with a suspicious look of shock and disdain, as if asking how I could dare
ware such an outfit during the day when children were present. I
heard various comments thrown my way; the words were foreign, but the tone
was derisive.
I was holding three bathing suits for Collette, serving
as her personal clothes rack. She was behind the tan curtain, trying
on a fourth bathing suit. Travis was standing as I was, holding
still while carrying two bathing suits for Melinda. The dildos were
doing their part to keep us standing straight, easing the deep feeling of
the large cocks.
Collette stepped out of the changing room wearing a
yellow one-piece bathing suit. It fit her well, her breasts prominent
with the plunging neckline. I whistled my approval, "very
nice."
She spun around showing her shapely ass enveloped in
the embrace of the yellow fabric. "I like it too," she
said smiling broadly. She grabbed the next bathing suit from my
hands and turned back into the changing room, sliding the curtain shut
behind her.
She tossed the
yellow suit over the curtain and I gathered it up and returned it to its
hanger. Collette was singing under her breath as she changed into the
second suit. She pulled back the curtain and surprised me by wearing
the thong bottoms of the bathing suit, the black fabric clinging to her
sex. She was topless, flashing the store her delightful breasts.
"What do you think?" she asked, smiling at
the incredulous look of surprise and delight on my face. "This
is how they wear bathing suits here, right?"
"It looks great," I admitted, nodding
happily.
She shut the curtain and donned the top. She
pulled open the curtain and emerged this time wearing the string top of
the two-piece bikini. She spun around, pirouetting like I had done
in the sex shop when I was trying on the leather outfit she had chosen for
me. "I take it you like it," she said, reacting to the
smile on my face.
"Yes," I agreed, "it looks great, and
you look great in it."
She smiled, "thank you." She grabbed
the third bathing suit from my hands and once again spirited away into the
changing room, shutting the curtain behind her.
Collette tried on
the final two suits, each time emerging from behind the pink curtain to
showcase the outfit. We chose all four of them and Collette sent me to
pay for them. Melinda called me over and I took the three suits she
had chosen as well to the register. I struggled to pay for the
purchases, not understanding the sales lady that was politely trying to
understand my feeble attempts at communication.
Melinda crossed the room and chatted with Collette and
the two of them laughed merrily. I finished paying for the bathing
suits and returned to Collette's side. Travis and I remained walking a
few feet behind Collette and Melinda as we left the store. We turned
left, deeper into the city. I kept my head bowed, not wanting to
meet the prying eyes of the residents as they stared at my leather outfit.
The cock swayed in my ass, an exciting full feeling
and my cock responded, pushing against the tight leather pants. I
held my hands in front of my crotch to hide my embarrassment. We
followed behind the two ladies, stopping short when they turned into a
neon lit building with a sign announcing live bondage shows. The sun
was setting on the horizon, turning the sky a color that matched the glow
of my cheeks. We walked inside, Travis and I having to pay a cover
while the women entered free of charge.
The room was
dark, yellow lights casting a pale glow on the milling crowd. Collette
led us through the crowded room to a table along the far wall where we
could watch the action on stage. On stage two men were standing face
to face with Japanese nipple clamps biting their nipples. The clamps
were connected such that their nipples were bound together, two sets
affixed so that the clamp on the left man's nipple was connected to the
other mans right nipple.
"Now," a leather clad woman announced,
"the one to keep the clamps on will beat the other." With
that she turned to the two men and commanded that the begin easing
backwards, away from each other.
The men obeyed with obvious trepidation.
Slowly they inched away from each other. The chain on the clamps
became taut and slowly their nipples began to pull away from their
bodies. They continued easing apart, until they were both wincing
loudly, their faces contorting in pain. The man on the left decided
to attempt to win the latest game and he darted backwards pulling one
clamp off of his nipple and yanking one free of his counterpart.
The leather clad woman applauded and announced,
"that was round one and we don't have a winner." She
beckoned the two closer together and reclamped their nipples causing them
both to suck in a breath of painful air, "we shall play until we have
a winner." Turning to the two men she once again told them to
start.
The two men once
again began to ease away from each other. Their nipples extended and
they winced as the pull became greater. The clamps finally pulled
free again and once again each man was sporting an individual nipple clamp
hanging from a chain. They groaned in unison, understanding the
implication of the hanging chains.
Collette stood up from the table and bounded to the
stage. She called the leather clad women overseeing the activities
over to her and after a brief exchange Collette returned. From the stage
the woman's voice rang out, "we have a change in the game we are
playing," she announced. "We are going to use four pairs
of nipples now instead of two. Of course, the game may go on longer,
but we have time."
The crowd cheered, seemingly happy with the turn of
events. I looked at the grin on Collette's face and without being told I
climbed to my feet. My leather outfit was appropriate for the fetish club
and I climbed onto the stage with Travis in tow. The crowd cheered
our arrival and a scantily clad woman approached with two more sets of
nipple clamps.
"Now," the woman emceeing the event
exclaimed, "let us begin."
The leather clad
woman bade Travis and I to remove our tops. I pulled the vest off my
shoulders and set it on the stage. The black turtleneck was next and
I pulled it over my head to stand shirtless on the stage. Travis
removed his shirt and set it at his feet. The lady conducting the
"game" stepped forward and began to attach the nipple clamps to
our nipples. Four sets of clamps were used. My nipples were
clipped tautly to the man to my left and right. Travis' nipples were
clamped as well until the four of us were connected by our nipples in a
big circle.
"Okay," the emcee announced,
"begin."
We began stepping away from each other. My
nipples were screaming as the chains became taut, the clamps biting
painfully into my tender nipples. I moaned in pain as one of the two
clamps finally pulled off, the white rubber tips of the clamps burning the
tip of my throbbing nipple. When the clamp pulled free I shifted
backwards and pulled the clamp off of the man to my left.
Travis rushed backwards and won the round when he
stopped, both of his nipples supporting the weight of an individual
clamp. The man to my right was sporting a clamp, the one that had
pulled free of my body, and the man to my right was shaking his head as he
realized he lost the round.
"Okay," the emcee said, "you,"
she indicated the clampless man, "stand over there." She
turned to Travis, "stand over there," she indicated an empty
spot on the stage, "you will play the next round." She
then turned to the me and the other individual with only one clamp.
"You too need a playoff. The winner will advance to the next
round against him," she indicated Travis, "while the other will
be whipped by the winner of the second round. Shall we begin?"
We stood across
from each other as the woman clamped our nipples. My chest screamed
in agony, the clamps hurting more the second time and I wondered how this
stranger opposite me was holding up after all of the rounds he went
through. My question was answered as we pulled apart and both clamps
dropped easily from his nipples. He started shaking his head in pain
and anger, unhappy with the change in the game now that he lost.
The emcee told him to stand next to the other man
who had started the game and it dawned on me that it was a tad
unfair. Both of the original contestants were now waiting for the
outcome of the second round between Travis and I. They progressed
from one possible winner to both of them losing. The emcee spoke to
us, telling us to stand across from one another. I understood her
meaning if not all of her words.
She clamped us together and my nipples were
screaming in agony. I could feel my pulse against the tight pull of
the clamps. She commanded us to start, the word sounding foreign and
Travis capitalized on my confusion by jumping backwards pulling both
clamps from my throbbing nipples. The emcee applauded Travis and
pointed next to the other men waiting for their punishment for loosing the
game. She handed a thick wooden paddle to Travis and then ordered
the three of us to lower our pants. Again I didn't understand the
words, I just aped the actions of the other two men.
The crowd
erupted in laughter at the sight of the dildo harness holding the huge
cock in my ass. In French, "what have we here," and the
crowd laughed again. Collette called out, "he's keeping it warm for
me," and the group laughed again.
The emcee told the three of us to bed over and again
I mimicked the actions of the two men next to me. She spoke to
Travis and he said, "yes, ma'am." He crossed the stage and
stood behind the man furthest from me. Travis raised the paddle and
slammed it against the man's upturned ass. The man hissed in pain
and Travis stepped to the next man. He sucked in a breath of painful
air as the paddle made contact with his naked ass. Standing behind
me Travis hit my ass and I stumbled forward, shuffling in the pile of
clothes that enveloped my calves.
"Un," the emcee called out.
Travis walked back and slapped the first man again,
forcing him to rock onto his hands. Then the man next to me, and
finally he was behind me again. The paddle slapped my ass painfully
and I hissed in pain. My ass constricted against the cock that
impaled me, gripping the rubber phallus as if it were somehow able to ease
the pain in my burning flesh.
"Deux," the emcee announced. She
counted to "Dix," before telling Travis to return to his
table.
Travis
grabbed his discarded shirt and hastened to obey, returning to Melinda,
taking a seat by her side. The emcee returned to the three of
us. With a waggling finger she pulled us back to the center of the
stage. She grabbed three pairs of nipple clamps and handed them to
us. We took the proffered instruments. With a nod she told us
to don them.
My nipples protested their adornments and I hissed
in agony. The emcee called out, "the winner of this round will
beat the other two." She walked purposefully across the stage
and wheeled a small cart to our sides. Calling into the crowd she
explained this new game. "The one who can support the most weight
wins."
She grabbed three one pound weights and clipped them
with a small hook to the center of our nipple clamps. The pull on my
nipples escalated and the pain increased. She waited thirty seconds,
my nipples throbbing with each passing heartbeat, and grabbed three more
one pound weights. I was standing in the middle of the two
French men and the man to my left whimpered, "non," when one of
the two clamps pulled free from his nipple.
The thirty seconds passed and the emcee affixed a
third one pound weight to our nipple chains. The man to my left was
moaning, his lone nipple now supporting three pounds, the weight spread
out over both of my nipples. Before the emcee reached the thirty
second point the single clamp pulled free, landing on the stage with a
loud thump. He rubbed his free nipples and stepped away to await his
punishment for losing this game. The emcee grabbed another weight
and attached it to the chain.
The two of us
suffered as another one pound weight was attached to the nipple
clamps. My nipples were throbbing and the man next to me was moaning
as his nipples pounded painfully. The emcee added another pound and
the clamp pulled off of my right nipple. My left nipple supported
the full five pounds briefly, and then it too fell free to fall to the
stage noisily.
The man to my right was whispering to God, praising
his fortune. The emcee handed him the same paddle Travis had used
and once again I found myself baring my dildo clad ass to the group as ten
painful strokes of the stinging paddle were administered to my burning
ass. I was grunting in pain, suffering alongside my French
counterpart.
The final blow fell and I fell forward onto my hands
as the paddle hit the end of the dildo. I dropped to my knees, fell
to my side and grabbed my stomach as I breathed painfully, my body
screaming in agony. I was wailing painfully, clutched tightly in a
ball. Slowly the pain faded to a dull reminder of the final blow and
I was able to climb slowly to my feet. I stood weakly while the
emcee spoke heatedly to the man wielding the paddle, berating him for his
accidental blow to the dildo.
Collette was on stage then, seeing to my well
being. She pulled me from the game, leading me off stage. The
crowd applauded her actions, her concern for me evident in her actions and
the heated glace she gave the Frenchman still holding the paddle. I
took a seat, wincing as my ass came in contact with the chair, the dildo
shifting within my body. On stage the emcee continued, pulling the
two Frenchmen together. She decided that no real winner had been chosen
yet, and once again the two stood face to face, locked together by their
nipples. They were where they had started and I had to chuckle under
my breath at the irony.
Collette whispered
to me, "are you alright?"
I nodded, unsure of my voice.
She smiled warmly. She handed me her cup and I
sipped the wine she had been savoring. The fluid exploded
flavorfully on my tongue and immediately I realized how thirsty I was. I
asked Collette for a glass of water and she signaled the server, a handsome
man wearing only a purple g-string. She asked him for my water in
French and he departed, returning less than a minute later with four
glasses and a pitcher of ice water.
I sipped the fluid. The water sated my thirst
as I sat quietly, still feeling a dull throb in the pit of my
stomach. Travis sipped some water as well while Collette and Melinda
continued drinking the dark wine. On stage the man that had briefly
supported three pounds of weight on his lone nipple lost again and
received a paddling from the winner. The emcee announce the end of
the game and remarked that a new game would commence after a fifteen
minute intermission.
The emcee approached our table and Collette assured her
that I was okay. The emcee, her name offered as Tanya, smiled,
thanked Collette for our participation. Satisfied that I was fine she
sped away to attend to nature in preparation for the next round of
activity on the always busy stage. Collette looked at me and
placed her hand on mine reassuringly, "we will watch the next game
and then leave," she informed me, "just relax, okay?"
"Thank you," I said, looking at her
lovingly.
Tanya returned
and another game broke out on stage. Three naked men were placed on
their knees, each sporting a parachute harness around their heavy
balls. The dangling chain was pulled between their legs and
connected together so that all three slaves were bound together by their
balls. Tanya walked in front of each man and placed a riding crop on
the stage ten feet in front of them.
"Go!" she shouted.
The men began to crawl towards the riding crop that
had been placed in front of them. Immediately the chains of the
parachute harnesses was pulled taut until they were tugging at their
captive balls painfully. We watched as the men played a weak game of
tug-of-war, pulling their balls with groans of pain. One man
stumbled and fell to his side causing all three to hiss painfully.
He climbed to his knees and once again began inching away from the other
two. The falling had gained him about two feet, he was closest to
his crop, pulling the other two further away.
Collette looked at me, "well, they do have original
contests." She was smiling in excitement, the action on the
stage arousing her. She stood up and held her hand to me, "we
need to go to the bathroom," she announced, pulling me slowly behind
her.
She watched the
action on stage, walking slowly. She led me to the ladies room and
pulled me after her. "Bonjour," she said to the two women
chatting as they freshened their make-up.
"Bonjour," they replied in unison.
They didn't even give me a second glance.
Collette opened the steel door of a stall and told me
to, "sit down."
I took a seat, feeling out of place; feeling like a
kid in a candy store. Knowing I wasn't supposed to be there and
enjoying it at the same time. Collette stripped from the waist down and
climbed onto the toilet seat with me. She balanced on the walls of
the stall, her feet pushing against mine as she stood with me on the
stall. She inched forward and thrust her sex against my
face. "Eat me," she hissed.
A voice of approval rang out in the bathroom and I
blushed as I leaned forward and tasted her dripping sex.
Collette moaned
loudly as my tongue parted her sex, savoring her womanhood. She
pressed her hips forward, riding my face. She bucked her hips
against my mouth, riding my probing tongue. She rode my face, her
hands digging into my scalp. Her breathing climbed as my tongue
continued probing her soft pussy. She thrust forward and I rocked
slightly.
"Sounds like someone is having fun," a
giddy voice echoed in the small room.
Collette groaned in pleasure, riding my dancing tongue
until she came, shouting my name in the cramped cubicle. Breathing
heavily she climbed off my face and redressed. "Thank
you," she whispered in my ear. She had come quickly, the action
on the stage having aroused her until she needed completion, the orgasm
that had racked her body. She opened the stall door and the two
women that had been fixing their make-up applauded joyously.
Collette smiled, looked at me, looked at them and asked,
"want a ride?"
Again they spoke
in unison, "Oui!"
Collette introduced herself, the three of them talking
quickly, the foreign language landing on confused ears. Collette
finished her brief conversation and told me, "this is Maribell."
"Bonjour," Maribell said as she stepped
into the stall. She climbed onto the commode, her left foot on the porcelain
and her right knee folded back and resting on the soft wheel of toiler
paper resting in its holder. Her sex was inched from my mouth, her
panties covering her damp sex. With a lunge she thrust her panty
clad pussy against my face.
I massaged her pussy through the fabric of her
panties, my jaw oscillation rapidly, my lips pressing against her
moistness. She tasted different than Collette, stronger, heavier.
I continued to massage her pussy through the white lace, my mouth opening
and closing in large gummy bites. She moaned above me, her fingers
pulling my hair as her pleasure escalated. She began to thrust
against me, pinning my face against her sex. Her hips were bobbing,
her sex riding my nose and lips and tongue until she came, muffling her
shouts of pleasure against her forearm.
Maribell climbed
off of the commode and smiled. "Merci," she exclaimed happily.
Collette smiled at her and introduced me to Jenni as she
took Maribell's place against my face. My tongue snaked against her panties,
licking the wet fabric. I massaged her sex through her panties, Collette
and Maribell watching as her pleasure escalated. She pulled my hair
and I hissed painfully against her pussy, the sound spurring her on.
She held my face against her sex, riding my mouth
with strong pulses of her hips against my face. Her fingers pulled
my hair as her sex pressed firmly against my rapidly wiggling
tongue. She was breathing heavily, riding my face as she came.
She screamed, her fingers digging into my scalp, her legs flexing as she
pressed against me. "Mon Dieu," she screamed, the sound of
her pleasure loudly bouncing against the white walls of the bathroom.
Jenni climbed off of my face, smiling broadly.
"Merci," she said, dragging out the word.
Collette, Maribell, and Jenni chatted for a few
moments. Collette accepted their praise with kind words and a beautiful
smile. Maribell and Jenni left the bathroom and Collette pulled me out
of the commode, "you did very well," she informed me, "yes,
very well indeed."
"Thank you," I smiled, crossing the room
to wash my face.
Collette took my
hand and led me through the crowded club. I was still walking
gingerly, the large cock in my ass sliding with each step. We
returned to the table where Travis and Melinda were chatting amiable,
watching as a demonstration of a bull whip being used. The woman wielding
the deadly whip was amazing; jostling the mans hair without inflicting any
harm.
They finished their demonstration and the room
applauded. Collette clapped also even though she had not witnessed the
majority of the act. Melinda watched our progress across the darkened
room and greeted us with a warm smile, "have a good time?" she
asked in French.
"Oui," Collette replied. They chatted
briefly and then Travis and Melinda rose to their feet. The three of
us followed Collette from the club. The street was dark the crescent
moon overhead providing scant illumination. The music of the club
reverberated in the narrow street and slowly diminished as we began
walking through the mostly deserted street towards the waterfront and the
yacht where the key to my harness awaited.
The city slowly
came to life as residents emerged from their homes to begin their nightly
chores or trips of pleasure. People began darting through the
filling streets, heading to dinner, heading to clubs or heading to visit
friends and family. They were dressed comfortably for the cool
night, groups chatting gaily as they rushed about their business.
Collette led us to the ship, the large vessel a site for
my sore ass. Travis saw the ship and began talking loudly, as anxious
as I was to rid my plugged ass of the probing intruder. We followed
Collette up the gangplank. Collette and Melinda chatted for a few moments
before we separated, Collette and I returning to our cabin, Melinda and Travis
walking to theirs.
The key to my harness was waiting for me and Collette
gave me permission to remove the cock that had been spearing my ass for
the last few hours. I stripped off the leather pants, my skin wet
with sweat. The air cooled my skin and I shivered. I grabbed
the key and unlocked the harness. With a grunt I pulled the dildo
from my ass and carried it to the bathroom to clean it for future
use. The bed was loaded with our purchases from the sex shop and
Collette had me put them away in the closet as well as the rest of our
purchases. I put away her bathing suits and dresses, hanging them
neatly in the closet.
Collette undressed
and started a shower, "bathe me," she called to me.
I walked to her side and pulled my vest from my
shoulders and the turtleneck shirt over my head. Naked I climbed
into the shower with her. A blanket of steam caressed my body and I
enjoyed the relaxing mist that clung to my skin. I was standing
behind Collette and lathered up a washcloth. With thick white suds
floating on the white cloth I ran the rag over Collette's soft body.
She purred as I began bathing her. The wash
cloth ran over her skin, massaging her body with its warm caress. I
squatted and washed Collette's legs enjoying the feeling of my ass no longer
being plugged by the huge dildo. I washed each of her shapely legs,
running the cloth from her ankles, up past her knees to her thighs.
With her back to me I massaged her ass with the wet rag, the thick suds
running down her body in lazy rivulets. I climbed higher, the cloth
running along her back.
Collette purred happily. She turned around, the
water rinsing her back as it rained down. She was smiling behind
half closed eyes, concentrating on the heated mist the pounding water
made. I picked up the soap and relathered the cloth for bathing her
front. I washed her neck, and ran the cloth between her soft
breasts. I massaged her breasts, cleaning them with the soft rag
that left soapy suds in its wake.
My hand fell and
I slipped the soapy rag between her thighs, pleasuring her sex as I cleaned
her. "God," she breathed. Her hands came up and
pressed against my shoulders. She pushed downward and I took her
meaning. I dropped to my knees and leaning forward I kissed the thin
patch of her pubic hair.
I continued kissing her body, soft caresses of my
lips against her. I kissed her thighs, her knees, her pussy and her
stomach. Gentle pecks against her wet skin. The hot water
continued to rain on our bodies, massaging Collette's back as I kissed
her. She spread her legs, lifting her right foot and placing it
against the elevated edge of the tongue.
Her meaning was clear and I kissed her pussy.
I began to massage her sex with my mouth, jerking my jaw against her
sex. My tongue darted from my mouth, licked her sex firmly as I slid
my head upward, ending at her clit. I repeated this over and over,
licking the opening of her sex and ending with a firm caress of the
hardened nub of her clitoris. She was moaning in delight as I
pleasured her body, savoring the feelings of my tongue and the massaging
water that pelted her skin.
I used my hands
to spread her pink sex, opening her to my tongue. I lapped at the
exposed flesh, running my tongue along her wetness as she squealed
happily. She bucked against my face, twisting her hips in delight as
I continued my ministrations against her pussy. Breathing heavily
she threw her head back as I pleasured her with my tongue. My
fingers held her open to my pleasuring tongue, the pink muscle slipping
into her pussy.
I fucked her pussy with my tongue. The
pseudo-cock slipped into her inviting sex, her pussy tight against
it. I rocked back and thrust forward, my tongue slipping from her
pussy before sliding back in. She continued to moan in pleasure, her
foot poised tautly on the edge of the tub. Her pleasure peaked and
her hand pushed heavily against my skull, trapping my tongue within her
delicate folds.
She came against my face, the smell intoxication,
the taste heavenly. She held my face against her sex as her pleasure
waned. Her fingers clawed at my scalp. Breathing heavily she
lowered her foot to the floor of the tub and released her grip on my
head. "Wonderful," she panted, her breasts heaving.
The water continued to rain down on us and Collette pulled me from my prone
position. She turned around and shut of the water. "Dry
me," she whispered, still breathing heavily.
I climbed out of
the tub and grabbed a towel. Extending my hand I helped Collette climb
out of the tub. She stood naked before me and I used the towel to
slowly pat her dry. I dabbed her back, slowly bringing the towel
down her soft body. I dried her back, ass and legs before shifting
to dry her breasts and stomach. I dried her hair, wrapping the white
towel around her head.
"You smell wonderful," I whispered to her.
She smiled. I dried off and followed her into the
bedroom. She was laying in bed, stretching languidly.
"I'm sleepy," she confessed.
It had been a long day spent in the city shopping
and playing, "me too," I admitted.
And together we slept, uninterrupted by dreams. |