Sunday Morning

 

Steve was awake early, even though he hadn’t slept well. He was still upset and angry, and the sight of Kay in her bondage brought back memories that he didn’t want to have. And yet he knew he was going to have to face up to them or else he was going to lose his wife. He looked across at her, fast asleep and snoring quietly as she always did when she lay on her back. Of course this time there was no point in nudging her to get her to roll over, as sleeping on your side isn’t a very practical option in a straitjacket. She was sleeping in it because it couldn’t be removed. When they had finally come in from the balcony the previous evening, Steve had lifted Kay’s hair so he could remove her gag and had noticed for the first time that all six of the buckles down her back had a thin, steel wire threaded through them, seizing them closed. The wire ran up to the larger buckle at the back of her collar and was connected to it by a padlock. Whilst he could remove Kay’s gag, without a key or some substantial cutters he was powerless to release her from the jacket. His inability to help her had not played well with the demons that lurked in his memory.

He had initially planned to stay in the room as much as possible until the ferry came, but not having had a proper dinner the previous evening, hunger was now catching up on him. He thumbed through the hotel information pack and found that the restaurant opened for breakfast at seven thirty. If he got there early, he could get breakfast and hopefully be gone before any other guests appeared. He thought about waking Kay, but on consulting the rules for the week leaflet, he found that before seven thirty at night she had to be gagged whenever she was outside of their room, and so she wouldn’t be able to eat anything anyway. He decided to leave her sleeping. She could manage to get up and go to the loo if she needed, and maybe he could bring her some breakfast back with him. Not that she deserved it of course. He didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone while she was pretty much helpless, but he didn’t see what harm she could come to.

Steve got up and quietly slipped out of the room without waking Kay. He walked down the marble tiled stairs and out into a courtyard that was beautifully done out as a formal garden, with low stone walls dividing small areas of impossibly green grass from crazy paved paths and beds of flowers. In the centre a small fountain gurgled away, its sound mixing with that of the sprinklers that were watering the lawns. Around the courtyard was a collection of red roofed chalets, all slightly different from each other, and above them stood the tall and sharp looking hill that formed most of the island, its flanks coated with cypress trees that gave way to olives further up.

Steve walked across the courtyard and through a stone arch leading to a teardrop shaped swimming pool that had an island in the centre and sun-shaded cushions scattered around it. He thought that there was nothing to suggest this was anything other than a completely normal, tasteful and beautiful holiday hotel. He wondered if yesterday had all just been a bad dream, and there was actually no fetish resort. But he had definitely just left his wife asleep in a straitjacket, and there was definitely a red ballgag sitting on the dressing table where he had left it last night. And as he walked around the pool he noticed that under the large sunshade on its island was a pair of wooden pillories. It had been no dream.

Beyond the pool was the restaurant, an open air affair, shaded by a large canvas awning with open sides to allow the diners a clear view of the small, white sandy beach below, and the sea beyond it. As he had hoped, there was no one else there except for a couple of staff who were setting out the most comprehensive breakfast buffet Steve had ever seen. Cereals, fruit, yogurts, croissants, bread, ham, cheeses, bacon, beans, tomatoes, melons, pineapple, pastries, eggs, and at the far end of the smorgasbord a chef was setting up a pancake station. Steve took a tray and piled it with muesli, bacon and toast along with a mug of tea. By the time he’d finished that lot, he reckoned the pancake chef should be ready, and it would be a shame leave his talents unused. He sat and ate and looked out at the beach. He noticed a ski boat moored just off it, along with two rescue RIBs, and pulled up at one end of the beach was a collection of sailing dinghies, some of which looked rather high performance and fun. What really got his attention though, were the two bamboo shacks that he could see housed a considerable stock of windsurf sails and boards. Keeping a low profile in his room was not looking to be such an attractive policy now.

Steve looked across at the pancake chef who caught his eye and responded. “You like pancakes Sir?” he asked.

“Mmmm. Yes please,” replied Steve as he noticed two couples come in to the restaurant and completely wipe away the air of normality that he had been enjoying. Both the men looked fairly middle aged and were dressed in polo shirts and shorts. And each of them held a leash which was connected to their respective ladies’ collars. Both women looked a bit younger and considerably more attractive than the men, and both were of course naked except for their straitjackets, shoes, gags and a few other items of bondage. Steve heaved a sigh of relief when they chose a table well away from where he was sat. The chef brought his pancakes and a tray of juices and dressings. Steve thanked him and turned to look out at the view again. His eye wandered back to the bamboo shacks and toys stacked within them. He began to think about how he would feel if he went out windsurfing while Kay was locked in a straitjacket and couldn’t join him. And how would she feel about it? She was even more of a wind and wave worshipper than he was, and it would surely frustrate the hell out of her if he was out enjoying himself and she wasn’t. Maybe it would convince her to leave with him on the ferry tomorrow and they could find a conventional beach resort somewhere to spend the rest of the week. Or maybe he was just trying to find an excuse for going out to play without having a guilty conscience. But then, she was the one who wanted to be strapped up in a straitjacket all week.

The pancakes were divine, and were nearly gone when Steve suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

“I hate to see a man dining alone. Mind if I join you?”

Steve looked round to see Jason, the man who had chatted on the ferry, standing with a tray of breakfast. Although he had wanted to be alone, he was also glad to see a familiar face, and at least Jason didn’t have a trussed and gagged woman in tow.

“No, not at all,” Steve replied. “I can recommend the pancakes.”

“Osman’s pancakes are legendary,” said Jason as he sat down. “Or at least they should be.”

“Your accent. Antipodean?”

Jason narrowed his eyes and looked serious. “Go on,” he said.

“New Zealand?”

“You get to survive. I have a hit man on speed dial for people who think I’m Australian. But I’ve been living in London for ten years now.”

“Yeah? We’re from London too.”

“Now that is some view to have breakfast with isn’t it? Doesn’t get any better than this.”

“Yeah, it’s a little bit of paradise. I’m wondering what the afternoon wind will be like.”

“You a sailor or a windsurfer?”

“Both, but more a windsurfer.”

“Well you Sir are in for a treat. Look over there to the mainland. See the mountains? Well there’s a low lying coastal strip in front of them and when the sun gets to work on it and heats it up, the air there all starts to rise.”

“I can see a line of puffy little clouds already. Looks like a sea breeze front starting.”

“Yeah, but the difference here is that when that warm air rises up, instead of cooler air blowing in from the sea to replace it, all the cold, heavy air sitting up on top of those mountains sees the hole below and comes charging down in a katabatic avalanche to fill it. But it don’t stop when it gets down to the coast. It keeps on charging out over the sea and gets here about one o’clock this afternoon. And then it hits this island and the other one over there, and it’s forced to funnel through the gap between them. There’ll be a good force six, maybe seven blowing through that gap this afternoon, and see how there’s some rocks in the water between the islands? There’s a line of shallows and reefs runs right across the gap, and all the waves and swell break up on it, leaving flat, smooth water in the bay here. It’s enough to make you believe in God when you’re out there. This is my eighth time here and I could count on one hand the number of days when the wind didn’t come.”

“Yeah? I can’t wait. It’s sure going to irritate the shit out of Kay that she won’t be able to enjoy it.”

“Your wife’s a windsurfer too?”

“Oh yes. She’s way better than me actually.”

“Oh ho man, your wife must really love you to bring you to a place like this, where you can surf and she can’t. Either that or she really loves her bondage.”

“Who would want to be stuck in a straitjacket when they could be… out there on a board or something?”

“You sound like you’re not into the bondage thing. I guess your surprise holiday is a bit more surprising than you might like?”

“You could say that. It’s just not right. This is the twenty first century, not the Dark Ages. We don’t do scold’s bridles and beat our wives anymore. I mean, look at that lot over there, those two men stuffing their faces while the women have to watch with gags stuffed in their mouths and go hungry. That’s not sexy, it’s just mean.”

“Well in real life I would totally agree with you. But here it’s not real life. This is fantasy land. And those two ladies will have signed up for it. They’ve come here to live out what turns ‘em on for a few days and they’re doing it willingly. If they weren’t up for it, they wouldn’t have signed the forms when they arrived and our Mr Yens would have flown them straight back to the mainland.”

“Flown them?”

“Yeah. This place has its own helicopter. That’s how most of the guests come out here. It’s only cheapskates like me and Joss who don’t want to pay the extra thousand Euros each, that get the ferry. Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that you…”

“It’s not me that’s cheap. Kay paid for it all. Cheapskate ferry or not, it still looks way out of our normal holiday budget. But Mr Yens never said anything about a helicopter to take me back.”

“Well he wouldn’t. You’re not the one who’s going to be in bondage all week are you. But they’ll have had a good chat with your wife before they let you stay. Places like this rely on being low profile and discreet. The last thing they need is ex-guests shouting about how they were enslaved against their will on a sex island. Sure, you see the occasional sadist here being mean to his wife, who you can tell is not enjoying it. And it makes you wonder why she’s with him. But most people are just like me and Joss. I love my wife, and I would never do anything to really hurt her. But she gets off on being in bondage and I get off on making her happy. And she does look dam sexy in a straitjacket.”

“Well that’s great for you and for your wife. It doesn’t work for me though. I can’t bring myself to be cruel to Kay.”

“But what about what she wants? Which is worse for her, A few days of humiliation and discomfort and maybe a little pain, all of which she might actually enjoy, or a lifetime of having her desires go unfulfilled? She brought you here for a reason. Are you going to take her home disappointed?”

“You make it all sound very simple.”

“I don’t think there’s anything simple about women’s sexuality. But listen to me, prattling on like we’ve been friends for years when we only met yesterday. This place seems to have that effect. Moving on to a simpler subject, how are you at golf?”

“Golf? Not bad. I used to play off twenty five.”

“Twenty five eh? I’m a lowly thirty four. Now, are you aware that carved into the slopes of that there mountain heart of this island is the most amazing nine hole course you’ll ever swing a club on?”

“A golf course? Up there. You’re joking.”

“Well it’s more of a pitch-and-putt really, but there a couple of par fours. And every green has been hewn out of the rock. It’s really something. Wanna give it a try while we wait for this afternoon’s wind, Mr Twenty Five?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Great. And of course our wives can caddy for us.”

“Really. How are they going to manage that in their jackets?”

“Oh you’d be surprised what can be strapped to a lady in a straitjacket. Shall I call on you about ten then?”

“Yeah, okay. We’re in two twenty five.”

“Right, see you then. I better take Joss some breakfast. She’s going to need some energy if she’s gonna lug my clubs up that hill.”

“Great. I better get some food for Kay too.”

Steve ordered some more pancakes from the chef who seemed to be quite organised for his customers requiring takeaways. He produced a tray with a proper metal dome over it to keep the food warm and filed it with goodies to go with the pancakes. Steve added a mug of coffee and some orange juice and headed back to his room.

Kay had managed to get up and was sitting on the balcony looking out at the view. Steve noticed her try to look round when he entered the room, but she was defeated by the tall, collar of her jacket and had to stand up and turn her whole body around to see him. He watched her as she seemed to study him, presumably trying to gauge his mood.

“Hello,” she said eventually in a small voice while putting on her best naughty little girl look. “Are you still angry with me?”

“Yeah, I’m still madder than hell with you,” he replied sternly, but he softened the words with a smile. “Apparently not so mad that I didn’t bring you breakfast though.”

“Oooh. Pancakes!” squealed Kay as Steve lifted the lid from his tray. “I am a lucky…”

Steve could see her searching for the word to use. He knew she was going to say ‘slave’ but was wondering if that would annoy him.

“Little minx,” he said, releasing her from her dilemma. “Lucky little minx.”

“Minx. Okay. You haven’t called me that for a long time.”

Kay was wishing she had the ballgag back in her mouth. It would have saved her from having to tread on eggshells to avoid getting into an argument. But it would also have stopped her from eating the most delicious pancakes she had ever tasted. As she ate, she tried to work out how Steve was feeling about things. His conversation was cold and minimal, but there was tenderness and affection in the way he cut her pancakes for her and coated each forkful with lemon and maple syrup before adding a tiny Satsuma segment. He would lift the fork and hold it in front of her face, but kept it playfully just far enough away that she had to stretch forward and grab it with her mouth, and then he would smile as she suggestively pulled her lips back along the fork, denuding it of its cargo. She decided to keep quiet as much as possible and speak only when he spoke to her. It seemed safer, and it was of course suitable behaviour for a slave. It seemed like her grand scheme might just still be on track. Steve was angry, but it hadn’t turned out to be a marriage ending anger, at least not yet. And he wasn’t sulking either. Despite what he had said about not leaving the room till the ferry came, he had been out and got breakfast. And he had seen the beautiful place they were in. And he would have seen the toys on the beach. And if she played it right, she might be able to use his anger to get him to treat her just a little bit like a slave. And of course she still had her secret weapon, but she would wait until the time was right before using it. She might have been playing the slave, but she felt like she had things just about under control. Until Steve threw in a major curve ball.

“Come on, eat up,” he said. “We’re going out soon.”

“Out? Oh, where are we going?”

“We’re going to play golf.”

“Golf?” Kay ran the list of facilities from the brochure through her mind. She thought she remembered seeing golf on the list, but she couldn’t really see how they could have squeezed a golf course onto this little island. “Err, I don’t think I’m really dressed for golf. My swing might be a bit hampered,” she said with a smile while wiggling her shoulders about.

“Well there might be a little surprise for you then. This holiday does seem to be about surprises doesn’t it?”

Steve helped her up and they went to the bathroom where he began to brush her teeth for her. He found it quite difficult and several times he accidently pushed the brush too far into her mouth and made her retch, but she was quietly pleased that all her recent practising enabled her to keep her pancakes down with ease. Steve then washed her face and her nether regions. They didn’t speak, but Kay could tell he was finding it erotic and she was enjoying his touch. The impasse in their in their sex lives had driven a wedge between them and they had lost the intimacy that they had enjoyed earlier in their marriage. But here it was again. Why had they had to come so far and get into such a bizarre situation just to enjoy touching each other again? Steve began to rub sun cream into her face and then moved down to her breasts. His touch was sensual and Kay could feel herself becoming aroused. He wasn’t showing any emotion, but the bulge in his shorts gave him away.

“As you’re such a naughty girl,” he said, “maybe I should leave the cream off your nipples as a little punishment, except knowing you, you’d probably enjoy it.”

Kay winced at the thought of sunburnt nipples. “Ooh, please Master. Anything but that.”

“You don’t think I could be that nasty do you?” he said as he squeezed some more of the cold cream onto her breasts and started to rub it into her nipples. She looked down and saw them standing out, as erect as she’d ever seen them, and they felt hard as bullets as he rolled them between his fingers. Kay wondered if they were working up to having sex. It certainly felt like it. Sex in bondage for the first time. The thought drove her arousal higher and she wondered how he would do it. Would he pick her up and throw her on the bed to take her, or just do her right here, against the wall in the bathroom?

But he did neither. The bastard just stopped and left her hanging. Without a word he moved on to creaming her tummy and legs. Kay opened her mouth to object but stopped herself before a word came out. She decided to let him have his little victory and take her punishment. There would be time for sex later and she would wind him up so couldn’t refuse her. And after all, she was supposed to be his slave, and slaves don’t get to demand their masters’ attentions.

Steve finished her legs and turned her round to do her bum. He rubbed and stroked away, but she wasn’t falling for the same trick again and with some considerable effort, kept herself under control. He turned her again and rubbed cream into her pubic mound, but he knew he had been rumbled and she wasn’t going to fall for it.

“Have you got anything sensible to wear on your feet?” he asked. “I don’t think those sandals you had on last night will survive where we’re going.”

“I’ve got some hiking boots and socks in my bag,” she replied.

“Hiking boots? You?”

“I bought them specially for this trip,” said Kay smugly.

Steve went through to the bedroom and rummaged in Kay’s bag. He soon found the boots and they did indeed look like hiking boots. They had everything one would expect of a hiking boot; ankle length with a thick sole and a chunky, grippy tread, sturdy laces, a green, camouflage colour scheme, and they even looked like they might be waterproof as there was a little Gortex label on them. What marked them out from most hiking boots though, were the high, cone-shaped heels at the back. Steve shook his head in despair. How typical of his adorable wife to have found herself high heeled hiking boots.

“Hiking boots?” he said as he returned to the bathroom holding up the boots for Kay to see.

“Well, just because I might be half way up a mountain doesn’t mean I want to stop being sexy,” she replied with a naughty grin.

“Have you any idea just how much effort it takes to stay angry with you for any length of time?”

“Ooh. Lots I would think.”

Kay sat on the toilet seat while Steve put on her thick socks and then laced the hiking boots tightly onto her feet. She liked the feeling of him lacing her tightly into something. She wondered what else she might eventually get him to lace her into. A corset perhaps? Or an armbinder? Or a hood? Oh yes, a hood, she had that one to look forward to later. With boots done, she stood up and walked about on the tiled floor.

“All ready?” asked Steve.

“Could you put my hairband on please? I can’t really push my hair out of my eyes if any wind catches it.”

Steve struggled to get Kay’s curly mass of dark brown hair tamed with a hairband, but managed it eventually. Kay walked around the bathroom again, eyeing herself in the mirrors.

“I know you’re not into bondage Darling, but surely you can’t deny I look sexy like this,” she said.

Steve said nothing, but she could see him thinking about how to respond. Eventually opened his mouth to speak, but a knock at the door saved him from having to answer her awkward question. He got up and Kay watched through the open bathroom door as he invited a man whom she recognised from the ferry into the room.

“Kay, you remember Jason from the ferry?” asked Steve.

Kay suddenly felt very exposed and uncomfortable about being effectively naked in front of another man.

“Err, Hello Jason,” she said quietly, wondering whether she should kick the bathroom door closed to preserve her modesty. But then she remembered this was what she had signed up for. To be paraded around with her bits on show. To be a slave girl in bondage. She mustered up the courage and walked forward from the bathroom to greet the stranger properly. As she entered the main bedroom, her discomfort evaporated to be replaced by amazement. Behind Jason, just stepping in from the corridor was his wife. Kay couldn’t remember her name, and she looked totally different from how she had been on the ferry. She was of course dressed in a straitjacket identical to Kay’s own, with a large red ballgag strapped in her mouth and a pair of white and pink Nike trainers on her feet. The only other thing she was wearing was a pair of clips on her nipples between which a delicate looking chain hung in an attractive arc. Kay thought she looked thoroughly beautiful. A perfect picture of a slave.

“Nice to see you again Kay,” said Jason. “I don’t think either of you spoke with her on the ferry, so may I introduce you both to my lovely slave, Jocelyn.”

Jocelyn made what appeared to be a smile with her eyes and curtseyed slightly to Steve.

“We all ready for golf then?” asked Jason.

“Yes I think so,” replied Steve.

“Erm, aren’t you forgetting something,” said Kay gesturing towards the ballgag that was sitting on the dresser.

“Ah yes,” said Steve. “Mustn’t forget Mr Yens and his rules.”

He crossed to the dresser, picked up the gag and offered it up to Kay’s mouth. Kay felt rather odd enacting the intimate ritual of being gagged in front of strangers, but she opened her mouth wide to accept it. The ball was so big that Steve had to put a hand behind her head in order to push hard enough to get it past Kay’s teeth. She felt the pressure on her jaw ease as the ball popped into her mouth and squashed her tongue down. She then felt her lips tighten around the ball as they were pulled back at the sides by the gag’s rubber bit which connected to a leather strap through metal rings that sat against her cheeks. Steve finished buckling the strap and walked round in front of her.

“You’re ok? Breathing alright?” he asked with real concern in his voice.

Kay nodded and grunted. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but now at least she could relax and not have to worry any more about saying something that might upset Steve. She felt like a proper slave, ready to do as she was told without question or argument. Her only responsibility now was to keep her head up and try not to drool too much.

Satisfied that his wife was all right, Steve returned to his cold and unsympathetic persona.

“Well it doesn’t look very comfortable now, and heaven knows how it will feel after a few hours, but it’s what you wanted isn’t it,” he said mockingly.

“A few hours,” thought Kay. “That sounds a bit scary actually.”

Steve picked up the leash that Kay had worn the night before, clipped it to her collar and the four of them walked out of the room and along the corridor outside. Kay’s heels clacked noisily on the hard tiles and she felt very self-conscious. They reached the stairs and the men went in front, descending the steps sideways while watching their wives behind them and ready to catch them if they fell. Kay felt re-assured. Steve was acting all cold and angry, but she could tell he was really concerned for her safety. And the other guy, Jason seemed to be looking out for his wife too. Kay started to relax and enjoy being led around in bondage like a real slave. This was what she came here for, and she liked it.

They walked on through the courtyard garden and Kay noticed something about Jocelyn’s leash. It was connected to her collar just like Kay’s was, but Jocelyn’s leash then looped under her nipple chain on its way to Jason’s hand. If she fell too far behind and the leash tightened, her nipple chain was lifted and sometimes even pulled tight. Kay thought this was really sexy and as she watched, she thought it seemed like Jocelyn was deliberately lagging behind so that she got her nipples pulled. Jocelyn spotted Kay watching her and made a gesture with her eyes that seemed to say “I know, I’m a naughty girl deliberately getting my nips yanked.” Kay felt the hardness of her own nipples and wished she had a chain clipped to them too.

They rounded the swimming pool, around which several men were lying on sun-loungers and reading books while their slaves stood with their leashes fastened to posts to stop them wandering off. Jason pointed to an opening between two large cypress trees.

“The course is up this path here,” he said.

The path was narrow in places and they moved into single file. Steve kept looking round at Kay to check she was all right, and Kay would do her best to smile at him and say how much she was enjoying herself by wiggling her eyebrows. With Jason and Jocelyn now ahead of her, Kay began to notice something else that Jocelyn was wearing. Between the cheeks of her bottom, Kay could see a round, red disk. Jocelyn was wearing a butt plug. The sight of it raised Kay’s level of arousal considerably. Her own bottom had only ever seen one-way traffic, but the sight of Jocelyn and her plug was opening her mind to the possibility of another tool to entrap her husband’s desires, and probably enjoy in the process. Kay had never felt so horny. If her arms had not been securely fastened up out of harm’s way, she would have been struggling not to reach down and touch herself.

The path became steeper and rougher, and trees crowded in on both sides, obscuring the view. Kay had to start taking care where she was putting her feet in her high heeled boots. She wondered if anyone actually bought these boots to do hiking in. But they were comfy, if a little precarious. Before long the trees opened out and they arrived at a small terrace that had been cut into the sloping ground and covered with lush turf. A small, open-fronted shed with the usual brightly coloured, tiled roof contained several racks with golf bags hanging on them. They were quite small, each one only holding four or five clubs and there were some wheeled trolleys too. Jason took the lead and stood Jocelyn in front of the shed with her back to it. Jocelyn looked at Steve and Kay with a resigned, but cheerful expression on her face. Jason picked up one of the golf bags and placed it across Jocelyn’s back. A rucksack-like harness on the bag was slipped over her shoulders and Jason clipped shut a short link between the shoulder straps just above Jocelyn’s breasts. The bag couldn’t now slip off her shoulders.

“There you go,” said Jason. “Who says a lady in a straitjacket can’t still earn her keep.”

Jocelyn rolled her eyes mockingly at her husband, and Kay realised what her ‘surprise’ now was. She and Jocelyn were going to caddy for their husbands. They were going to be used like pack animals to lug their husband’s clubs around a golf course. How delightfully humiliating and how completely appropriate for a pair of slaves. Jason picked up another bag and handed it to Steve. He laughed, took the bag and walked round behind Kay. She stood quietly as he lifted the straps onto her shoulders and clipped them together in front of her. Kay realised that short of lying down and wriggling out of the straps, or turning herself upside-down there wasn’t much she could do to get rid of her cargo. She was a pack animal now, and her nipples were so hard that she could feel her heart pumping in them. Now she really felt like a slave and more importantly, Steve was treating her as his slave. No longer just grudgingly playing along with the house rules, but actively dominating her. She knew she would break through that barrier of prudishness eventually, and it looked like it was starting to crumble.

The grassy terrace doubled as the first tee, but there was no fairway on the rocky hillside.

“Where’s the hole?” asked Steve.

“You see the flag up there on that ledge?” replied Jason gesturing over a deep ravine in the hillside ahead of them. “That’s the green. One hundred and twenty yards and up sixty feet.”

“Jesus. I’m thinking lost ball if doesn’t get on the green.”

“Yep. If you fall short it normally makes it all the way down into the sea. Shall I go first?”

“Be my guest. This looks like crazy golf.”

Jason set up his ball and took an iron from Jocelyn’s bag. He chipped the ball and dropped it coolly onto the invisible green.

“The green’s a good size and there’s a slope behind it that rolls the ball back if you overshoot. Best aim a little long.”

“No kidding? Oh well here goes.”

Steve took his shot and whooped for joy as it floated long and didn’t fall into the ravine.

“Way to go Mr Twenty Five,” said Jason.

Kay tried to think of a way she could applaud her master, but couldn’t come up with anything, so she just walked over to him and presented her bag for him to replace his club.

“Now look at that,” said Jason. “You’ve got a professional caddy. I have to walk over to mine to replace my club.”

Steve laughed and Jocelyn pouted.

“Let’s go see how we’re lying then,” said Jason and he started to lead off up the path that ran around the head of the ravine towards the green. Kay watched Jocelyn stand still until her nipple chain pulled tight before she moved to follow her husband. Steve leaned towards Kay and kissed her on the cheek before heading for the path. Kay waited until she felt the tug at her collar. It wasn’t as good as a nipple chain, but it was still pretty arousing.

The hillside became incredibly steep and the path traversed across it. Kay looked down into the clear water of the sea below and could see the rocks on the bottom. She was grateful of the stout looking wooden handrail that separated them from the drop, even though she couldn’t put her hands on it. The path’s surface was rough, having been hewn from the rock and she had to watch her footing, but concrete had been poured into the rougher bits and it wasn’t too difficult for her sexy hiking boots. She could see that Steve had a firm hold on her leash and he never let it pull tight, allowing her to proceed at her own speed. Even without the golf bag it would have been hard work climbing up the steeper bits and as she began to pant a bit, she was reminded of how little air could be got past the ball in her mouth. It was hot, and she was sweating under her jacket, but she was happy and she still felt sexy.

They arrived at the green. Like the tee, it was cut into the steep hillside and its edge was supported by a substantial retaining wall. It seemed to Kay that a Herculean effort had been gone to, just to allow a few people to play a bit of golf and it all seemed rather bizarre. But then she was standing there in a straitjacket and high heels with a gag in her mouth so which was the more bizarre?  A sign by the path read ‘No stiletto heels on the greens’.

“Does that mean you? I think it does,” said Steve. “Looks like you’re waiting here then.”

With that, he took his putter and went to look for his ball. Jason and Jocelyn were already roaming around the scrubby slope behind the green searching for his ball. Kay was left on her own and started to feel a bit left out. She tried to console herself by thinking that it was a proper way for a slave to be treated, but it still didn’t seem fair. She had made the effort to be sexy in her heels and was stuck here, while Jocelyn, who was just wearing trainers, was getting to take part in the game. So Kay zoned out and looked back at the view of the green cypresses clinging on to the steep hillside and the blue water below them. Across the water she could see the mainland, and she noticed the line of puffy, white cumulus clouds over the coast. The sun was moving the air and that boded well for the afternoon.

The balls were found and chipped and putted, and they walked on from hole to hole. Most followed a similar theme of just a tiny tee and large green, both artificially cut into the hillside, often separated by a precipitous ravine or chasm. A couple of the holes had a small fairway in the middle that had to be found in order to get a shot to the green, as the course wound its way around the side of the hill. Kay lost count of how many balls the men lost, falling down the cliff-like landscape and often into the sea below, or sometimes just unable to be found in the rough scrub and trees that surrounded the greens. And always it was upwards, every hole higher than the last. The cypresses gave way to olive trees as they got higher and there was less shade. Kay sweated and got hotter. She could see Jocelyn sweating too, her brow beaded with droplets as she lugged her load up the slopes. But she seemed happy, and despite the heat and her tiredness Kay felt happy too.

It was something of a surprise when the men announced that they had done the last hole as Kay had not been keeping count. She was lost in her world of heat and fatigue, her aching jaw, her horniness, and the incredible scenery. They had wound their way right around the hill and were now on the opposite side to the resort which they couldn’t see anymore. Instead they looked out across the half mile wide strait that separated the island from its smaller brother next door. The strait was peppered with rocks and shallows, and white sand lying on the bottom between them gave the water a brilliant turquoise colour. A couple of pedalos were out and even from this distance Kay could see that the pedallers were wearing straitjackets while their masters relaxed with a fishing rod or a book.

There was another shed by the last green and the ladies were relieved of their burdens which were hung on the racks inside. There was a hose and sprinkler for the green fed from a rain catcher above. Jason turned it on and gave Jocelyn a thorough soaking. She let out muted yelps as the cold water hit her.

“Is yours a bit hot too?” he asked Steve.

“Probably. And she likes getting wet.”

Jason swung the hose onto Kay and she too yelped at the cold water. But it felt good after the long hot climb, and though the way back would be all downhill, the heat of the day was really starting to get going. Jocelyn walked over to join Kay in her cloud of spray and the two women enjoyed a moment of comradeship as they cooled off. Jason turned off the hose and sat down on a rock next to Steve.

“Wasn’t that just the best golf course you’ve ever set your eyes on?” he asked.

“Fantastic,” replied Steve. “I don’t think I’d like to have my handicap worked out on it though. Crazy hard.”

“Can you see them do the Ryder Cup here? Shame they need eighteen holes.”

“Haha. Even the pros will get distracted by the scenery. And I’m liking the look of that sea breeze front over the mainland.”

“Yep, it’s gonna blow for sure this afternoon. The only question is, are we taking the long way or the short way back down.”

“There’s a choice?”

“There most certainly is. And it will blow your mind.”

“Really?”

“Adrenalin overload guaranteed.”

“Lay on MacDuff. And dammed be he who first shouts Hold, Enough.”

“Okay. Come on then. Better leave the ladies here to cool off while I show you the treat of a lifetime.”

Jason walked over to Jocelyn and took hold of her leash. He led her over to the shed where he dropped the loop in the end of her leash over a hook on its wall that was slightly above her head height. He cast a look towards Steve that beckoned him to follow suit. Soon Kay found herself standing next to Jocelyn with her leash on the same hook.

“Don’t wander off girls,” said Jason sarcastically. “We’ll be back in few minutes.”

The two men disappeared off up a track that led from the shed up towards the summit. Kay stood and looked at her leash. It was only dropped over a hook, but being so high up, there was no way she could lift it off. She was stuck there until the men returned. She looked at Jocelyn and their eyes met. Jocelyn shrugged and rolled her eyebrows as if to say something like “bloody typical” or “here we go again”.

“Where have they gone?” Kay tried to ask, but all that came out was a series of garbled grunts.

Jocelyn shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. It was obvious they were not going to have a conversation. They stood and they waited, like horses outside a saloon in a Western. Kay felt the first hint of the afternoon breeze cool her wet body and she felt refreshed.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Kay heard Steve shouting from somewhere above and out of sight. She wondered what he had found. She looked at Jocelyn who had her “here we go again” expression on, but she was starting to look a little excited. Or was it worried? They waited on.

At last the men returned, Jason looking smug and obviously enjoying being the “old hand” at everything here, and Steve bubbling with excitement like a toddler at Christmas.

“Wait till you see this Kay. It’s fucking awesome. I’ve never seen anything like it. You have to give it a go.”

Kay wracked her brain, trying to think of something she might have seen in the brochure that might be on the top of this mountain and would cause such excitement, but she couldn’t think of anything. She looked at Jason, but he just smiled evilly. She looked at Jocelyn, but she couldn’t tell her. She looked back at Steve who was beside himself, but obviously not going to tell her either.

“There’s a phone up at the top,” Steve eventually said. “We called reception to get someone to come up and give us a hand. They won’t be long.”

That didn’t make it any easier for Kay. What on Earth could they need a hand with? And how long was it going to take for someone to walk up here?

Not long was actually the answer. The sound of a petrol engine preceded a quad bike appearing on the path that led away from the last golf hole and down the other side of the hill. An engineery looking man in a hard hat was riding it. He parked it by the shed and smiled at them.

“Hello Sirs, and Ladies. I understand four to go down?”

“Yes, that’s right,” replied Jason.

“Okay, please follow me.”

Jason lifted the two women’s leashes from the hook and passed Kay’s to Steve. They set off in single file up the path that the men had disappeared up earlier. The path twisted its way up towards the top until they arrived at a substantial concrete construction set into the rocks just below the summit. It was basically a flat platform with a massively thick wall at one end. As they stepped onto it, Kay could see out over the hotel side of the island again. Beyond the platform, the ground dropped away very steeply, almost vertically to start with, and then generally levelled out until it began to rise again to form a craggy knoll just beside the hotel. Set into the wall were dozens of thin steel wires which emerged from the concrete and came together to form several steel ropes. These ropes then came together to form a massive hawser, over an inch thick which crossed the platform and disappeared out into the sky. It hung in a perfect curve down the side of the hill and up to the knoll by the hotel. It had to be over a mile long. A cable-car, was Kay’s first thought. Or a chairlift. But there was no sign of any car or chairs. And no mechanism to pull them up. Just this single cable.

The man in the hard hat took some keys and opened up a large, metal locker which was full of straps, harnesses and stuff. He took some out and laid them on the platform. Kay looked at Steve with a mounting fear in her gut. He pulled her leash and drew her close and then he put his arms around her.

“Now I know you’re supposed to be a slave and do what I say, but I’m not going to pressure you to do this. It’s your decision. You can go down with the man on the quad bike if you like.”

Kay looked at Steve, and then at the engineer who was lifting a metal-wheeled thing onto the cable. She looked at it, and then she looked down the cable to the hotel, and she understood what the game was. She started to panic. Under normal circumstances, she might have been up for something like this, but here, now? She was gagged and wearing a straitjacket for Christ’s sake. Were they mad? She shook her head and moaned pleadingly through her gag.

“Tell you what,” said Jason to her calmly. “Why don’t you go down with Joss? You can ride together. It really is the ride of a lifetime.”

“It’s your choice Kay,” said Steve quietly and he took his arms from around her. “No pressure.”

Kay looked at Steve and then at Jocelyn. She walked over to Kay and stood in front of her. She smiled and nodded, and then she stepped closer until their breasts touched. “Mmmm,” she moaned quietly and positively. Kay looked into Jocelyn’s eyes. She didn’t really know this lady, they hadn’t even spoken to each other, but yet she felt a bond with her. They were slaves together, comrades in bondage. If Jocelyn was up for it, then she was too. She calmed a little, took a deep breath, turned to Steve and nodded.

“Woohoo,” barked Jason. “The girls would like to go together please,” he then said to the engineer.

“No problem.”

“You sure?” asked Steve. Kay nodded again. She could do thrills, but she wasn’t sure she could do thrills and bondage at the same time.

“Who is first please?” asked the engineer.

“Want to do the honours Steve?” said Jason. “How about you first, then the girls, and I’ll bring up the rear.”

“Okay,” said Steve. “Let’s do this!”

The engineer strapped Steve into a harness and clipped a strap from it to the wheeled car on the cable. He then asked Steve to put his hands through a pair of loops on the car and take hold of the handles above them. He did this and the engineer tightened the loops around his wrists.

“Not the only one in bondage now are you,” Steve said to Kay.

The engineer ran through a short checklist he had on a card and checked Steve carefully.

“You okay to go now Sir,” he eventually declared.

“I just walk off the end?” asked Steve.

“Some people like to run,” replied the engineer.

“Okay then.” Steve took several deep breaths and looked up at his hands in their straps above his head. He looked at Kay and then he ran forward across the platform, dragging the car along the cable as he did so. “Geronimo!” he shouted as he ran off the end. Kay watched and gasped as he dropped from view but then reappeared, hanging from his hands further down the cable. She heard him yelling as he accelerated away down the steepest part of the cable and quickly shrank to a tiny dot. The engineer walked to a box on a post and took out a telephone receiver. He said something in a language Kay couldn’t understand and waited with the phone by his ear. Kay could still just see Steve, zooming past the narrowest part of the island until he disappeared amongst the trees.

“He’ll be there in a moment,” said Jason reassuringly. “Cold drink on your balcony in a just a few minutes.”

They waited for what seemed to Kay like an eternity. “Okay, he is there,” said the engineer at last, putting the phone back in the box. “Ladies next?”

Kay wondered how she was going to hang from her arms on the cable while wearing a straitjacket. Was the engineer going to take it off her? Surely not. Jason guided the two women over to the harness locker where the engineer had taken out a much more complicated looking set of straps than he had used for Steve.

“Please stand facing with legs a little apart,” he said.

Kay and Jocelyn complied and stood with their breasts almost touching. Jocelyn smiled at Kay reassuringly and Kay allowed the other woman’s calmness to wash through her and settle her nerves. Though they had first met each other less than three hours ago, they already had a bond. The engineer began to place them both into a harness of straps. He put one around their waists and tightened it, pulling them together snugly. Then straps went over their shoulders and they were pulled together here too. Their breasts squashed up together and their folded forearms met. Kay could feel the nipple clamps and chain that Jocelyn was still wearing against her own breasts. She began to feel aroused again as she was pulled ever tighter to her sister in bondage. The final strap ran down Kay’s back and between her legs. When the engineer tightened it, she felt her mound become tightly pressed against Jocelyn’s. She looked into Jocelyn’s eyes, all blurry and out of focus as they were so close to her own, but she could still see that beautiful, calm face. Kay felt her fear recede and her arousal start to take over. As they stood and waited for the engineer to do his checklist, Kay felt Jocelyn’s ballgag pressing against her own.

“Okay, all good,” announced the engineer.

“On you go girls,” said Jason. “Enjoy yourselves.”

Kay didn’t know what to do and just stood like a dummy, but Jocelyn began to manoeuvre them both round until they were side on to the cable. She nudged Kay sideways to indicate what they should do, and they began to shuffle like a strange, human crab towards the edge. As they got there, they stopped and Kay looked down at the precipitous drop below them. She was just wondering if this had been such a good idea after all, and if she could still chicken out, when Jocelyn unilaterally pushed them both off the edge and they fell away into space.  

The car above them began to shriek as their weight came onto it and its wheels rode the strands of the cable. Kay felt the straps around her tighten and squeeze her into Jocelyn. The wind picked up Jocelyn’s blond hair and pushed it into Kay’s face briefly, before sending it streaming out behind them. They dangled from the wire, swinging round this way and that. Initially Kay was going forwards, looking over Jocelyn’s shoulder at the rocky ground speeding towards her. And then they were going sideways, dropping lower and lower and entering a gulley. The trees rose up above them on either side and Kay screamed into her gag as those on the floor of the gulley seemed to want to reach up and grab her dangling legs. They twisted round further and Kay was going backwards, seeing the mountain behind them disappearing into the distance. Faster and faster they went, the wind ripping at their hair and legs. They swung round again and Kay saw the sea and the rocks along the shoreline. Suddenly they were out over the water as the cable crossed a small bay. How low were they? They were going to hit! She felt her feet kiss the water for an instant before they began to rise up towards the rocky knoll. They were near the hotel now. She could see the red, tiled roofs of the buildings and the pool and the beach. Beyond was the helicopter, sitting on its pad. Slower now, they were slowing down as they ran up the other side of the cable. They spun lazily at the end of their tether. Kay saw the jetty they had arrived at the night before spin past, and then the mountain, so small and distant now. They passed almost directly over the awning of the restaurant and up to the rocky knoll beyond. They reached the edge of a platform and the car above them shuddered as it passed over the anchor point of the cable and some sort of brake kicked in. They swung forward as they slowed suddenly and Kay felt the strap between her legs bite into her crotch. She suddenly thought of Jocelyn and her butt plug and how that must have felt for her. They came to stop and dangled from the car, swinging about like a crazy clock pendulum. Kay saw Steve standing behind a railing and another engineer type pushing a wheeled platform underneath them so they could stand.  As the engineer released them from their straps, Kay felt an incredible urge to interact with her partner, to talk to her or kiss her or anything to show her connection and her gratitude. But of course, trussed and gagged as she was, there was little she could do except rub herself excitedly against Jocelyn and moan at her. She suddenly felt a little awkward as she saw Steve watching them.

A few minutes later, Jason slid into the station and the engineer released him from his harness. The four of them walked down a path and into the hotel area.

“What a morning,” said Jason.

“Incredible,” agreed Steve.

“Breeze is starting, lunch and then water?”

“You bet.”

“See you later then.”

“Yeah, cheers.”

Jason led Jocelyn away and Steve led Kay back to their room.

Steve was still buzzing from his flight down the mountain when they got back to their room. He kept re-running it over and over, and Kay just had to stand there and listen, getting more and more worked up and annoyed as she waited for him to remove her gag, which he seemed to have forgotten about. Okay, so he’d had a spectacular ride on the cable, but what about the round of golf he just played with his spectacular wife behaving in a spectacularly slave-like manner and caddying his clubs in her spectacular bondage. Couldn’t he go on about that for a bit too?

And suddenly, as if he had read her thoughts, he stopped talking. He turned around and stared at his wife. She stared back at him and something passed between them. He walked over to her slowly and lifted his hands around her head to unbuckle her gag. For some reason that she couldn’t explain, Kay felt this was the most erotic moment of the whole mad and bizarre day. Even being strapped to a crazy woman and thrown off a mountain didn’t measure up to the excitement of her husband’s touch as he released the strap and the tension on her lips relaxed. The strap fell away from her face, but instead of removing the ball, Steve pulled Kay close and kissed her. He wrapped his lips around the gag and Kay felt him sucking on its ball. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. He had succumbed and let down his guard. They were going to make love. She was going to have sex in bondage for the first time. The thought was nearly driving her mad, but as Steve finally pulled the rubber ball from her mouth and she worked her jaw to get it to move again, she tried her best to control her emotions, for she knew she had work to do. This had to be special. She had to show him what delights were on offer if only he would treat her as his slave now and again. She had to smash down that barrier that had grown between them so thoroughly that it would never come back. Now was the time for all the practice of the preceding weeks to pay off. All those videos she had downloaded, all those hours practicing with that rubber dildo, all those times she made herself sick, were all about to bear fruit. She knew she could do it.

“Now is the time to save your marriage Katarina,” she told herself. “Don’t forget to look up at him like the porn stars in the videos. Show him you’re not just a whore going to work, but his wife and his slave showing her love and devotion. Go for it girl.”