Sunday Evening

 

When they got back to their room after their afternoons’ beach activities, Kay saw a plastic parcel had been left on the bed. It had a note on it apologising for its late arrival on account of some of it having to made to measure for her. She knew what it was and she was looking forward to wearing it. It was her evening attire for dinner.

 

Steve raised his hands to remove her gag, but Kay shook her head and moaned the best “no” that she could manage. He shrugged and left her alone while he rinsed his sailing vest and harness. Kay had worn the gag all afternoon, but somehow it only seemed to count when it prevented her speaking to him, and he’d been away on the water for most of the time. She wanted to be gagged for a bit longer and experience being muted in his presence like a proper slave. And besides, she rather liked the feel of the rubber penis in her mouth, it seemed especially appropriate after her lunchtime antics. She wondered if it would be possible to wear a long penis gag, one that went right into her throat. Would it be possible to breathe? How long would she be able to bare it? What sounds would she make? Could she stand, strapped to a post all afternoon while wearing such a gag? And what would it feel like to orgasm in it? To have all that energy bursting out of her but with nowhere to go? To be unable to scream with pleasure? It was almost twenty hours now. Twenty hours she’d been in this straitjacket. Twenty incredible hours, but in none of them had she managed an orgasm, and that was going to change. Right now. She’d done her duty for her marriage at lunchtime, now it was her turn. She could hear Steve taking a shower, and as her hiking boots needed the sand washing off them, she reckoned that was a good enough excuse to join him.  

 

Kay strode towards the bathroom intending to waste no time and just walk straight to Steve and have sex with him under the shower, but as she approached the door, she wondered what would be the best way to achieve this. If he already had an erection then there was no problem, she would just walk over to him and impale herself upon it. But what if he needed to be called to action first? She could go up to him and press herself against him, but with the straitjacket and gag there wasn’t a whole lot more she could do to arouse him. Of course to have his gorgeous wife rubbing up against him in her bondage should be more than enough to stiffen up any man, but perhaps it might be better to hang back and let him look at her for a while. Let him gaze upon her while she posed for him in all her restricted glory. That would surely be too much for his body to resist, and when she could see it was ready, she could move in for her reward. It was perhaps not the most appropriate way for a slave to behave, but then she was only a fantasy slave so it was okay.

 

As it turned out, Steve had a sort of half erection when Kay walked in. She looked at it and decided that a bit of Plan B was in order and so she prowled back and forth along the opposite wall from the shower area a few times, while pouting at him with her eyes and noting the effect on his cock. It seemed to be having the desired effect, so she pushed the stakes a little higher by sitting on the toilet seat facing him and spreading her legs wide. She tapped her heels on the floor and moaned through her nose. He knew what she wanted, and he looked just about ready to oblige.

 

Kay waited for a few moments more and then she made her move. She got up and strode across to him. She walked into the falling water and pressed herself against him, squashing her breasts into his chest. She pushed herself up onto tip toes and pressed her leather covered mouth to his. She felt his arms go around her and draw her closer. The warm water penetrated her straitjacket and changed the feel of the leather, reminding her of its presence and her helplessness. Except that she wasn’t totally helpless. She pushed up her toes again and tried to catch his cock in her crotch. She almost managed, but didn’t quite catch it well enough for it to slide inside her. She felt it rub over her clit and then escape as she lowered herself back onto her heels. She tried again, but with the same result. On her third attempt, Steve used his hand to give her some assistance and she scored the catch. Her vagina was filled by him for the first time in months, and it felt magnificent. She rode him for all she was worth, pumping herself up and down with her feet. He joined in, bending his knees and thrusting in time with her, pushing her on towards her first ever orgasm in a gag. When it arrived, and all twenty hours-worth of pent up sexual energy came pouring out of her, the shrieks of joy that were Kay’s trademark way of venting her sexual frenzy, bottled up behind the rubber penis in her mouth and were reflected back down into her body, where they reverberated around and mixed with the next thrust of Steve’s cock, driving her to what felt like insanity. She had never experienced anything remotely like it, and when she was spent and returned to reality, she vowed that she never wanted to orgasm again without a gag in her mouth. It was like she’d spent her life drinking Prosecco, and now she’d just tasted a Moët.

 

Kay hardly had the energy left to stand up as Steve unlaced and removed the now soaking wet hiking boots and then unbuckled her gag. She was a little reluctant to give up her rubber penis, but he pulled it out and set to work soaping his wife down and working the warm water into her skin to wash out the sun cream. He dried her off as best he could, but while a hairdryer will eventually remove the water from even a mass of hair as big as Kay’s, it can do little about the wetness trapped inside a leather straitjacket that can’t be removed from its wearer. He helped Kay onto the bed and placed a towel under her shoulders to soak up any escaping dampness. She closed her eyes and dozed a little, while she mustered up the energy to put the pieces of her orgasmically shattered mind and body back together again.

 

Steve set about tidying up a bit. He hung his sailing gear out on the balcony to dry along with Kay’s hiking boots. He cleaned his teeth and shaved and then hung up the wet towels on the rail. He looked at the shower area, now still and silent and bearing no trace of the climactic explosion that had occurred there just forty minutes ago. He went through to the bedroom and lay down on the bed beside his wife to contemplate the craziest day he had ever experienced which, judging by the parcel containing Kay’s eveningwear, might not be over yet. Of course, he could just insist that they stay in the room tonight. No dressing up. No talking with perverts. But that had been his initial plan for the whole day, and tomorrow too, until the ferry came. It hadn’t really worked out like that at all though, and although he felt rather ashamed of himself for it, he had really enjoyed the day. The golf had been rather weird. Using Kay as a pack pony and leading her around on a leash had been very difficult, but then that ride down the wire and then the windsurfing had been pure heaven. And of course there was what Kay had done to him. They hadn’t had sex for months, and then suddenly she swallows his cock like a porn star. Where did she learn that? Or was it a case of who taught her that? His wife was a clever and devious woman to use sex to win him over. To make him give in to her warped desires. He could not let that happen. He was not going to fall for it again. But then, if he did not give in, she might leave him. And then she would find some sicko pervert that would chain her up and she’d end up dead. At least if he was being the pervert himself, he could try to keep her safe. But then he’d tried that before with someone else and it hadn’t worked out very well.

 

The image of Gina, his first true girlfriend, came back to Steve. She had been into bondage too. Not like Kay though, who seemed obsessed with being a slave as well as being bound. Gina had just liked to be tied up while they had sex. At least that’s how it started. But she got more serious after they got a flat together. A few insecurely tied ropes weren’t enough for her anymore, she wanted them tight and properly tied. And then she wanted chains. She loved to be already chained to the bed and ready for sex when he came home. Of course they joked about what if he got delayed, or went under a bus, and he knew that she was actually careful. Although she would say she had been chained there for hours when he came in, he could often feel the heat and static on the just switched off television and the warm spot on the sofa where she had just been lying. But then there was the night he had gone to his friend’s stag do in a night club. She had said she would be “ready” for him when he came home and he had phoned her from the club to say he was leaving. She waited until she saw the taxi pull up outside and watched him get out of it before she rushed to the bedroom, gagged herself, plugged herself and chained herself to the corners of the bed. Except that it wasn’t Steve who had got out of the taxi, it was a neighbour. Outside the nightclub, Steve and his friends had come across a group of men hassling two young women. They had waded in to rescue the women and in the ensuing fight, his friend got stabbed and someone smashed a beer bottle over Steve’s head. He woke up in hospital the following morning with a fractured skull and no memory of the previous evening. He tried to phone Gina all through the day but her phone just rang out and she didn’t return his messages. He had to have minor surgery to remove glass fragments from his head and they kept in hospital because he kept taking intense dizzy spells and blacking out. It wasn’t until the third day when his mother went round to the flat to get some things for him, that Gina was found. She was alive, but only just. She had deep lacerations on her wrists and ankles, one thumb was dislocated and one wrist was actually broken, such was the force she used to try to pull herself free. Her jaw was seized and her nose had been bleeding from her attempts to scream for help through it. But it was the dehydration that had done the real damage; her kidneys were almost destroyed and it was expected that she would need a transplant in later life.  And though his head and most of her body survived, their relationship never recovered. There is a level of anger and hatred that once reached and sustained for three days will never completely go away, even it is eventually realised that it was nobody’s fault.

 

Steve wrestled with his thoughts and the unwinnable scenario he could see ahead. If he refused her desires, his wife would eventually leave him, but if he gave in to her, even just a little bit, it would be like giving her just a little bit of heroine. It would be good for a while, but then she would want more, and more. Ever more stringent bondage, ever more danger, and eventually something bad would happen, just like it did before. The ferry was coming tomorrow. If he got on it, then Mr Yens would probably insist that Kay went too, for she couldn’t really stay here alone without breaking his dam rules. And then they would have to travel together, to home or somewhere. A whole day, stuck together and sulking. They would be divorced in all but name by the time they got home. Or they could split and go their separate ways to cool off. Maybe by the time they got back to London, they would have calmed down enough to work it out, but it seemed unlikely. She must have spent a fortune to bring them to stay here, such was her desire to act out her fantasies, and she wouldn’t let it go if he walked out on her. But if they stayed and continued to play her game, she would get more and more addicted to it, and it would become impossible to hold her back. And it wasn’t just her. He was succumbing to it all too. He had kidded himself that leading her around on a leash was only playing by Mr Yens’ rules, but he knew there was more to it than that. He was getting off on having a slave. Kay was so sexy in her straitjacket and he could not resist her when she pouted at him in a gag. But it was a gag that would probably choke her to death one day. He had to get her away from here, and away from all the like-minded kinksters whom he called perverts and pretended to disapprove of, but he knew he was one of them really. He wondered about dinner. Should he keep her here in the room, away from the perverts, where she would hate him for it and they would argue and fight all evening, or take her to the restaurant and let her feed her addiction in her evening bondage-wear, with her new bondage friends? And would he become addicted too? Maybe he always had been.

 

As Steve was exercising his demons, Kay quietly returned from hyperspace and got her feet back onto Planet Earth, or at least a close to it as was possible in a fantasy fetish resort. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, not really pretending to be asleep, but hoping to look zonked out enough to avoid being drawn into conversation with her husband. She wished that she had one of her gags back in her mouth. They were the ultimate peacekeepers, for when she was gagged she could just get on with enjoying her bondage and being a slave. There was no debate or discussion that would turn into an argument and then a row, and then hours of sulking. Without a gag she felt exposed and vulnerable to questions she did not want to answer.

 

She lay and she took stock of how things were going. On the face it, better than she had dared hope for. Steve, as expected, had had a tantrum when they arrived, but since then he had been having a fantastic time. Despite his resolve to stay in their room, he had gone out and played golf, while leading her around the course on a leash. He had ridden that amazing cable which had been a total surprise to Kay. There hadn’t been anything about that in the brochure. And then he had had what looked like the perfect afternoon’s windsurfing. And if all that wasn’t enough, he had received Kay’s oral masterpiece, of which she was more than a little proud, and also some great sex in the shower. And it was still the first day! But through it all there had been an undercurrent of disapproval. A grudging acceptance that he was enjoying himself, but only because the “rules” dictated that he must. And not once had he even hinted that his plan to get the ferry the next day had been abandoned. Surely after today, he would want to stay for the week. And surely after a week of her being his slave in bondage, he would understand how she felt about that, and lose his prudish objections.

 

“Kay, are you awake?” Steve’s words interrupted her thoughts.

 

“Mmmm,” she moaned ambiguously.

 

“Can I ask you something?”

 

“Mmmm.” Kay really wanted her gag now.

 

“How much did it cost to come here?”

 

This was one of the questions that Kay did not really want to answer. If he knew how much she had spent, it might provoke another tantrum. But then it might also show him just how serious she was about this, and it might also pressure him to not get on that ferry.

 

“Isn’t that like asking how much your Christmas present cost?” she replied in a feeble attempt to avoid the issue.

 

“Maybe. But I bet this place isn’t cheap.”

 

Kay had her pre-planned reply of ‘cheaper than a divorce lawyer’ ready, but she decided not to go down that path.

 

“Three and a half thousand,” she said.

 

“Phew. A bit up from our usual budget. We’ve had a week at Vassiliki for five hundred. And we went to Bodrum for not much more.”

 

Kay didn’t like the direction this seemed to be going in. She decided to go for broke.

 

“Each,” she said.

 

“Each? What, you spent seven grand to come here?”

 

“Plus flights.”

 

“Fucking Hell. Can we afford that?”

 

“Yes I can afford it.” Kay emphasised the ‘I’. “As long as Mr Yens doesn’t go fining us for breaking his rules and I get my deposit back. And I do get to keep this natty straitjacket.”

 

“Seven grand. I could have just tied you to a post in the garden at home.”

 

“Ha. It’s not like I never asked!”

 

“Shit. I walked right into that one didn’t I.”

 

“My master isn’t very bright sometimes.”

 

“Well, being as you paid seven grand and it’s all-inclusive, do you want some dinner? You must be hungry. Other than my cock you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

 

“You bet your arse your slave wants some dinner. She spent a good chunk of this afternoon strapped to a post dreaming about food.”

 

“Restaurant or room service?”

 

“Oh, restaurant of course. I can’t wait to finally meet Jocelyn. Well I mean, we’ve sort of met, and done so much together today, but I’ve never spoken to her. I don’t even know what her voice sounds like.”

 

“And of course you’re aware of Mr Yens’ evening dress code?”

 

“Aware? I can’t wait.”

 

“Why am I not surprised?”

 

Even in a fetish hotel during a week when the women had to parade around all day naked from the chest down, a little decorum was considered necessary for dinner in the restaurant, and although the fundamental principle of the week, the straitjacket, remained unchanged, it was joined by two extra items of clothing to satisfy the evening dress code. The first of these items was a skirt, and Kay’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she watched Steve unroll it from its plastic wrapping. It was made of the same perforated black leather as her straitjacket and being an evening skirt, it was of course long. It reached right down to her ankles and it seemed to Kay that its widest part was at her hips and it got narrower from there down to the hem where it was so tight, she could only take the tiniest of steps. There was certainly not going to be any running about in this skirt. The second feature that set it apart from an everyday skirt was the fact that it had a large cut-out over her bottom and the tops of her thighs. Her collar made it difficult for Kay to turn her head enough to get a really good look at her behind in the mirror, but she could still make out the curve of her cheeks bulging out, framed by the opening in the skirt. They might just as well have had a large sign saying “please spank these” hanging on them. Kay was completely enthralled with this skirt. She loved the way her red painted toenails and the tall spike heels of her strappy sandals peeked out cheekily from under the hem. She minced back and forth across their room, exploring the restriction which she thought was just perfect. She had just enough freedom to walk without shuffling unsexily, but not an inch more. It felt wonderful to have her legs join her arms in some sexy restraint, and even Steve expressed his approval, although he said the bum cut-out was just lewd.

 

As Kay paraded about, admiring herself in her new hobbleskirt, Steve picked up the other item that was required for evening dining in the restaurant.

 

“I guess it makes sense that your mouth has to be unstoppered if you’re going to eat, but are you really sure you want to wear this thing instead?” he asked.

 

“Absolutely. I’ve been looking forward to it since we got here and I’m really excited about it now. You will lace it up tight won’t you? I mean, really tight.”

 

“You’re completely mad. You know that don’t you? I mean, a fucking hood for Christ’s sake.”

 

“I’m not mad. I just get off on being helpless and having to rely on you. Is that so hard to understand?”

 

“Well you’re certainly going to be helpless in this. Come on then, let’s find out how we get you into it. I’m getting hungry.”

 

It took some considerable time for Steve to get Kay into her hood. First she insisted he put some lipstick on her, the hood having a cut-out that left her mouth and entire jaw uncovered. Then he had to find a way to get her abundant curly mane gathered up and routed through the hole provided in the top of the hood. And then he laced it up, but she complained it wasn’t tight enough so he had to lace it again. The neck of the hood came down over the collar of Kay’s straitjacket and there was a substantial strap that had to be threaded through the leash ring and then buckled behind her. When he had finished, his wife was reduced to an anonymous mouth on a black, oval ball that spouted a fountain of curly, brown hair from its top. Steve was glad Kay could no longer see, for having not yet got dressed himself, his erection would have been right there for her to look at, and that would have blown his pretence of detached disapproval.

 

Inside the hood, Kay was revelling in this latest piece of restriction. After Steve laced it the second time, the tightness and pressure seemed to squeeze her from every angle. She could feel her eyelashes stroke the inside of the leather as she blinked and the blackness was impenetrable. The hood had a foam seal, like the one on her panel gag, which ensured that no light that got in through the jaw opening, or the two small, riveted holes under her nostrils, could make it to her eyes. If she stood absolutely still and held her breath, her hearing only seemed a little muffled, but the slightest movement caused all the leather she was encased in to creak and rub slightly, and the sound seemed to be fed straight into her ears, blotting out any noise from outside. Even the air rushing through those little rivets as she breathed was loud, almost like she was underwater.

 

The journey to the restaurant was for Kay, the most exciting part of the holiday yet. Every tiny step was an adventure into the unknown. Unable to even put her arms out in front of her, she was totally reliant on Steve’s guiding hold of her shoulder. She thought that in her skirt she might just be able to manage the stairs if she could see, could use her hands to hold the rail, and could get her feet flat on the floor, but as all three of those were not available, she reckoned Steve would have to carry her down. Fortunately Steve had been reading the hotel information booklet and knew there was a lift, but even this wasn’t straight forward as Kay got a stiletto stuck in the gap at the lift’s door. If steps were impossible, then the ramp from the ground floor into the courtyard garden was not exactly easy to stay balanced upright on. Through the sound of her own breathing came the burble of the fountain and there was the transition from smooth marble tiles to the crazy paved pathways of the garden. Kay could smell the grass, and something else too. Food. It reminded her how hungry she was. The feel of the paving changed again. They were on the tiles surounding the swimming pool. Not far to go. Through the leather came the sound of people talking and laughing, and in amongst them, women’s voices. She had not heard a woman’s voice since she checked in. Suddenly the guiding hand on her shoulder motioned her to stop.

 

“Two steps up,” said Steve.

 

Kay felt around with her foot and found the front of the first step. She tried to get her foot onto it but the skirt was too tight. She shuffled closer and tried again. This time she got her toe onto the step but couldn’t manage to get herself up onto it. She felt about again with her feet. If she turned side on to the step and lifted her foot slightly behind her, she could get it on a little further. She was about to try to lever herself up when she felt herself being picked up and deposited at the top.

 

“I think you would have got it eventually Kay, but I’m too hungry to wait,” said Steve.

 

“How grudgingly chivalrous,” thought Kay, forgetting that she was not gagged and could actually answer if she wanted to.

 

Steve led her forward through the sound of voices, clinking glasses and gentle music. People were speaking in different languages, some Kay couldn’t recognise, but German and English seemed to be the main two. And then she heard a familiar voice.

 

“Here they are. Our comrades in wind and post worship,” came Jason’s voice in his unmistakable accent. “You going to join us?”

 

“Yeah, sure. Thanks,” said Steve. “Wind and post worship? That’s a new one.”

 

Kay felt herself being guided onto a chair. Her bare bottom touched down on something that felt like a shiny plastic cushion.

 

“In case you don’t recognise her, the black egg with the curly blonde fountain on top is Joss, and this one seated next to her with the straight blonde fountain is Linda. And this is Linda’s husband Thomas. And this is Steve and Kay,” said Jason.

 

“Thomas Braithwaite’s the name, stained glass is the game. Pleased to meet you both.” said a thick Yorkshire accent that Kay recognised from the earlier on the beach.

 

“Hello,” said Steve. “Are you the one who was out on the RS this afternoon?”

 

“Aye I was. Bit of a handful it was in that wind too,” said the Yorkshire accent. “Good fun though.”

 

“And I think I was strapped to a post next to you Kay,” said a woman’s voice from somewhere off to Kay’s right that had another thick northern accent. “I’m the tall, skinny blonde with the fried egg boobs. You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t recognise you, but I couldn’t see you then, and I can’t see you now.”

 

“You’ve no idea how much pleasure it gives an honest Yorkshire bloke to keep a Lancashire lass in bondage,” said the Yorkshire accent.

 

“I see,” said Steve. “The war of the roses still rages on then?”

 

“No war. I say, she does. Ain’t that right my little Salford strumpet.”

 

“More like he says, and I get spanked no matter what I do.”

 

There was laughter around the table and then Kay heard another woman’s voice, still to her right, but closer than Linda’s. The voice was smooth and mellow and sexy sounding.

 

“Hello Kay,” it said. “It’s nice to finally meet you after we spent so much time together today.”

 

“Oh, is that you Jocelyn?” said Kay, finally remembering that she wasn’t gagged and could speak. “When can you say that you’ve met someone around here? When you see them on the ferry, or when you spend the day tied up with them, or when you jump off a mountain with them, or when you finally get to speak to them?”

 

“Ah, good question. But we’ve done all four now, so I think we’re officially introduced. And please call me Joss. No one calls me Jocelyn, it’s either Joss or Major Burns.”

 

“Major Burns?”

 

“I’m in the army at home.”

 

“Oh. Don’t you have to be old and wrinkly by the time you get to be a major?”

 

“Well thank you for the implication that I’m not old and wrinkly, but no, you can get to be a major quite quickly if you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

 

“What Joss is too modest to tell you herself,” said Jason, “is that the reason she’s a major is because a bunch of Taliban baddies never got to carve souvenir Union Jacks on their rifles because of her.”

 

“Oh be quiet Jason. You know we don’t talk about that,” Jocelyn replied. “And what about you Kay? What do you do when you’re not being Steve’s slave?”

 

“Well I’m not actually Steve’s slave. Yet. But I’m working on it. That’s why I brought him here. For an apprentice master, he’s doing okay. But when I’m not trying to force my desires on him, I fix teeth. I’m a dentist.”

 

“Ooh, a dentist. Can you fix my jaw so it doesn’t hurt after a day in big ballgag?” said Linda’s Lancashire accent.

 

“That would probably be Temporomandibular Joint Dysfunction. You’d need a doctor for that. I only do teeth.”

 

“Ah ha. Here come some menus and bottles of wine,” said Jason.

 

For Kay, the conversation felt very strange. Confined in her hood in total blackness, it felt more like a conference phone call than talking in a restaurant. She had to listen carefully and keep still to avoid the creaking and rubbing of her hood drowning out the voices. It seemed like she was seated next to Jocelyn, but it was hard to be sure. Jocelyn’s voice seemed totally appropriate for how she had looked during the day. Cool and sexy.

 

“Some wine to get you started Kay?” asked Jason.

 

“Oh, yes please. Is it red or white?” she replied, wondering exactly how she was going to drink it. Presumably Steve was going to have to lift the glass to her lips for her.

 

“Either. We’ve got both.”

 

“Well I’m usually a red girl then.”

 

“The house red is wonderful,” said Jocelyn’s warm and sultry sounding voice. “Although you don’t get the aroma much when you have to drink it through a straw.”

 

“A straw?”

 

“Right then Kay,” said Jason. “Just lean forward a little and feel about with you lips. There’s a tall glass in front of you with a straw in it.”

 

“Oh, okay. Err, is this it?”

 

“Yes, you’ve got it. Don’t worry about knocking the glass over, it’s got a wide, heavy base.”

 

“Ooh yes, that’s good stuff. Strange through a straw though.”

 

“Shall we have the ceremonial reading of the menu for the girls then?” asked Jason to general agreement.

 

He read out the menu and Kay’s hunger moved up a notch with every option. It was filled with wonderful sounding dishes like Roe Deer with Caramelised Cauliflower, Red Chicory and Smoked Beetroot, or Steamed Cod with Broccoli, Kohlrabi, Seaweeds and Mussel Cream.  It took some time for the ladies to choose their food, with several recap readings being required. Kay managed to resist the temptation to ask for one of everything and settled on a starter of Roquefort Salad with Pears, Chicory and Walnut Oil, followed by a main course of Roast Shoulder of Lamb with Herbs and Honey, which she thought might be suitably challenging for Steve to cut up for her. With their orders taken, the conversation turned to the day’s events, the men generally tending to discuss the sailing and the women reliving their bondage. Jocelyn and Linda both seemed very impressed to learn that Kay was an expert windsurfer who had chosen to come to a place where she would be strictly restrained and could only watch.

 

“I wish I’d been able to watch too,” said Linda. “But Mr Grumpy here put me in blindfold all afternoon.”

 

“Aye, I did that,” replied the Yorkshire accent. “I caught this one in our room trying to raid minibar at lunchtime. She’d got the door open with her feet and was trying to open a bottle of Archers by standing with one foot on cap and rolling bottle with t’other. Hopeless of course, but I still had to punish her for it. And d’you know, I went through that bloody great chest of toys in the room, and there’s no paddle! Can you believe that? I had to improvise with flip-flop. Not the same though, so I added a blindfold for t’afternoon.”

 

“I’ve still seen more of the place than I ever got to see on any of our previous visits though,” said Linda.

 

“You’ve been here before then?” asked Steve.

 

“Aye, we have. Four times. This is first time we’ve come on a bondage theme though. We usually come for the anonymous week.”

 

“Would I regret it if I asked what the anonymous week is?” asked Steve tentatively. Kay felt herself wince. If Steve was struggling to accept the level of perverseness of a ladies in bondage week, then from what she’d read in the brochure, the anonymous week was really going to trip him out.

 

“Well it’s quite simple really,” explained Linda. “Us girls are put in hoods like these ones as soon as we arrive, the only difference is the collar strap is locked so they can’t be undone. And we wear them till we leave. And in between we get passed around from man to man. You never know who you’re sleeping with, or who you’ve got inside you. It’s very liberating. I love looking at everyone in the helicopter on the way home and wondering which ones I’ve done something sexy with.”

 

“Aye, it’s surely a good way to relax,” added Thomas. “We used to go t’ swingers’ clubs, but half the bloody time you end up with a bird who looks like a bus, and it’s just not fun if you don’t fancy her. But cover ‘em up with a bit of leather and they’re all fancy-able. Even the German ones.”

 

Kay cringed, wondering what expression would be on Steve’s face. Fortunately the starters arrived at that point which changed the course of the conversation to something more palatable.

 

Eating was another bizarre and surreal experience for Kay. Other than sucking up her wine, she was of course completely unable to do anything for herself and had to rely on Steve to manage what was on her plate and transport it to her mouth, just as he had at breakfast on their balcony. She could hear the other men saying ‘open’ to their wives and presumably then placing the food into their open mouths, but Steve insisted on saying “food ready” which meant that he was holding up a forkful of food in front of her, but she had to find it and catch it herself. She wondered if he was being playful or just being awkward. Either way, she found each mouthful a little adventure, not knowing exactly what it would be until she tasted it and felt its textures. It seemed to intensify everything about the food and make it all the more delicious. Even under normal circumstances it could have been the best meal Kay had ever tasted, but eaten blind and in bondage, and from the hand of her master took it into a different league entirely.

 

When the meal was finished, Thomas and Linda headed off to the snooker room because they had heard a rumour that some of the German couples were planning some sort of orgy. Linda said something about getting some bratwurst if she was lucky. Kay was glad to hear them go. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, it was just that with them gone, she was back in her intimate little group of four again. Herself, her sister in bondage, and their masters. Everything was almost perfect. She was confined in the strictest bondage, yet apart from the collar of her jacket and the sweaty plastic of the seat under her bum, she was comfortable. She was delightfully helpless, and yet enjoying a wonderful meal with wonderful new friends. And she felt like a proper slave to her master, who had cut up her food and fed it to her. He seemed to be relaxing and actually rather enjoying himself. If only he had given some indication that he wasn’t going to get on the ferry the next day, then things truly would have been perfect.

 

“Got any plans for tomorrow?” asked Jason.

 

He didn’t know it, but his question caused both Kay and Steve to tense uncomfortably. Neither of them wanted to talk about this now and neither of them answered Jason.

 

“Erm, I only ask because I was thinking about taking Joss over to the little twin island in the morning and wondered if you’d both like to come along,” said Jason after the awkward silence. “We’d be back by lunchtime so no missing out on the afternoon wind.”

 

The last part of his suggestion temporarily defused Steve and Kay’s impending Armageddon. The ferry wasn’t due until after four and anything that happened before that could be discussed without launching any nukes. But even from inside her hood, Kay could sense Steve’s discomfort. It told her that his wanting to leave was still a distinct possibility.

 

“Err, that sounds interesting,” said Steve. “How do we get over there?”

 

“Well I thought we could take one of the pedelos and the girls could provide the horsepower,” replied Jason with a giggle.

 

“You hear that Kay? Bloody modern day galley slaves, that’s all we'll be,” said Jocelyn.

 

Kay decided to leave the nukes in the silos for now and just keep enjoying things while they were good. And anything that would keep Steve occupied, or enjoying himself, or possibly even too late back to get the ferry, had to be a good thing.

 

“I think it’s an excellent idea,” she said. “Thank you Jason we’d love to come. We’ll be the sexiest galley slaves ever, won’t we Joss?”

 

“Right on Sister. I think I could manage a pudding if we’re going for all that exercise tomorrow. Anybody want to read me the dessert menu?”

 

Steve read out the menu and Jocelyn selected Baked Apples with Calvados sauce while Kay went for Blueberry Galette with Chocolate Peanut Ice cream. Steve and Jason both opted for Sticky Gingerbread Puddings with Ginger Wine and Brandy Sauce.

 

“After we’ve polished off this lot, we’re all going to need some exercise tomorrow,” said Jason. “There’s a path runs up to the top of the hill on the little island. The view at the top is fantastic. A little hiking will work off the puddings eh?”

 

“Talking of hiking,” said Jocelyn, “where did you find those hiking boots Kay? I’m absolutely in love with them.”

 

“Oh, I found this website, Hiking in Heels.co.uk. All sorts of glamour for the great outdoors. I have to admit, they’re not actually that practical for hiking though,” replied Kay feeling very proud that she had impressed Jocelyn.

 

“I don’t care. My feet want a pair sooo badly.”

 

“You could join a bunch of squaddies on a ten mile run in them,” said Jason cheekily.

 

“I wonder what the squaddies would make of their Major if they could see her now,” said Steve.

 

“Ha Ha, I often have a little giggle about that when I give some snotty, misogynistic sergeant-major and order and he says ‘yes Ma’am, right away Ma’am’. I spend my working life giving orders and having people obey them unconditionally. I’m glad my marriage isn’t like that.”

 

The puddings arrived and duly disappeared. Afterwards, they decided to skip coffees and move on to cocktails, of which the ‘Banana Whacker’ was deemed most satisfactory. Kay noticed that it got increasingly difficult to find the straw in front of her as the night progressed. Eventually they said their goodnights and headed back to their rooms. The combination of alcohol, blindness and a hobbleskirt made walking something of a challenge for Kay, even with Steve supporting her. She babbled away about nothing in particular all the way back to the room, while Steve remained silent. The bleep of the lock acknowledging its keycard told Kay that they had reached their room. Steve’s hand at her shoulder lead her inside and she heard the door close. The hand released her and she stood, swaying slightly, waiting for Steve to do something, but he did nothing. She waited a little longer and then she was startled by his voice, right beside her left ear.

 

“Are you still in slave mode?” he asked quietly.

 

“Err, yes Master. Of course.”

 

“Good. Then spread your legs as much as that skirt allows and bend over.”

 

Kay tried to gather her wits. She had been hoping for a little action when they got back to the room, but this was rather quicker than she had imagined. They hadn’t even made it to the bed yet. But the master said bend over, so that’s what the slave had to do. Sex or spanking? Which would she prefer? Why not both? She bent over and pushed as much of herself as she could out through the cut-out in her skirt. She moved her feet apart until the skirt pulled tight and waited for her master. She could sense him pacing around her.

 

“Master? Your slave has a request,” she asked quietly.

 

“What.”

 

“Your slave would very much like to be gagged before you take her.”

 

Steve said nothing. Kay stood still and waited. And then she felt the rubber ball pressing against her lips.

 

“Thank you Master,” she said and opened her mouth wide to accept her gag.