Monday Afternoon

 

“Want some water?” asked Steve as he closed the room door behind them.

 

Kay nodded and he took a bottle from the mini bar. He led her out to the balcony where he pulled a chair from under the table for Kay to sit on. He opened the bottle and pushed a straw into it before placing it on the table in front of her. And then the moment Kay was rather dreading came. He unbuckled her gag and pulled the ball gently from her mouth.

 

“All that exercise in the hot sun. You’ll be needing that,” he said as he disappeared back into the room.

 

Kay leaned forward and sucked the cool water up through the straw. He was right. She did need it, and the bottle was empty in no time. Steve came back out onto the balcony and stood beside her. She looked up at him and fortified herself for the conversation that was to come. She opened her mouth to speak, but Steve took the initiative from her.

 

“Surprise!” he declared as he held up his hand.

 

Kay saw her penis gag hanging by its strap from his hand. This was indeed a surprise and a not wholly welcome one. They had to talk about things and she couldn’t do that in a gag. And it dawned on her that this was what Steve wanted. To avoid any discussion, and if he was going, to avoid her being able to argue and talk him out of it. It was so obvious, but yet the sight of the rubber penis dangling on its strap seemed to mesmerise her.

 

“Steve, errr. Please we need to talk about…”

 

Her sentence was cut short as Steve pressed the tip of the penis gently against her lips.

 

“No, we need mmmmmmmm.”

 

Kay found the rubber shaft sliding into her mouth and Steve moved quickly behind her to fasten the strap, which he pulled up very tight. She wondered why she had let that happen so easily. She didn’t want to be gagged. She wanted to have a serious discussion with him, the outcome of which could well dictate whether their marriage was good and healthy, or finished. But he had taken control and stopped the argument before it had even begun. And she had let him. She cursed herself for being so stupid.

 

Steve sat down on the other chair and they looked at each other across the table.

 

“I’m sorry about the gag Kay, but you could argue the Pope into selling condoms for a living, and what I’m about to say is not up for discussion.”

 

Kay seethed behind her gag and remained silent.

 

“To my surprise I have actually enjoyed the last couple of days a lot. And I have found you very sexy in all your bondage gear, and we have had some great sex. And I admit that you are right and a bit of bondage can be fun, and we’ll get some stuff when we get home and we can play at master-slave in the bedroom a bit if that will keep you happy. But all this kinkiness, fun though is, is like a drug and the longer we stay here, the more addicted we will both become, especially you I suspect, and so we must leave while we’re both still sane.”

 

Kay felt the bottom dropping out of her world and tears welling up her eyes.

 

“What you don’t seem to realise Kay, is that bondage starts out as a bit of fun, but then it gets out of control and becomes dangerous and sooner or later something bad happens. You saw that this morning when you nearly froze in that waterfall. I know you’ll hate me for this, but I can’t be part of having you choke someday on a gag, or get blood-clots or something. So we’re leaving on the ferry this afternoon and that’s that. And you’re going to stay gagged until it’s time to go, and even till were on the boat if that’s what it takes. I’m sorry, but as you said when we arrived here, I’m only doing this because I love you. Okay, speech over. I’m going to pack.”

 

He got up and went inside leaving Kay alone on the balcony. She had known this might be coming but still it was hard to take, and she felt herself starting to cry. After everything they had done together he was still bailing out. Why? Before the holiday she had assumed him to be just prudish and a bit puritanical, but now it seemed there was something else; a gloom-ridden fear that playing at bondage would lead to disaster. Where had that come from and how was she going to overcome it? She felt a tear run down her cheek and it suddenly kicked a new resolve into her. She wasn’t going to cry anymore. She wasn’t going to feel sorry for herself. She wasn’t going to be angry. She looked through the window at the clock beside the bed. It said one thirty. The boat was due at four thirty. She had three hours to turn it around. But how? Steve was right, she could argue her way through most things, and she had plenty of pre-planned scenarios to call on, ranging from ‘you walk out on this holiday and you walk out on our marriage’, to just dropping on her knees and sucking his cock until the boat had gone, and pretty much everything in between. But all of these were non-starters with her mouth stuffed and sealed. So that was the first problem, how to get out of the gag. There was no question of her being able to remove it herself with her arms secured and she certainly couldn’t push it out with her tongue. Steve would have to remove it. How could she convince him to do that? He was paranoid about bondage being dangerous so she could make herself cry till her nose ran and then pretend she couldn’t breathe. Cruel, but necessary. And maybe a coughing fit too. He would be suspicious, but he would have to ungag her and then she would have a chance.

 

Kay went to work. She’d been gagged a lot since they had arrived at the hotel, but it was just for the sake of sexiness and fetish. Now though it was different. She was gagged to keep her quiet and helpless to influence the course of events, and that actually felt even sexier, but it had to go. She summoned her best acting skills and got herself crying again. Her muffled sobs would have weakened the heart of a stone and they soon brought Steve out onto the balcony. She sniffed through her nose and looked at him through wide, tear-filled eyes.

 

“I’m sorry Kay but I can see through you,” he said. “You’re just trying to make me take the gag off so you can talk me into changing my mind. Not going to happen.”

 

He started to walk back inside, so Kay upped the stakes by coughing behind her gag. Now she had his attention and she could see the dilemma in his face. He couldn’t risk her choking no matter how suspicious he was.

 

“Okay, you win. I’ll take it off, but one word, just one, of trying to argue or make me stay, and the gag goes straight back on. Agreed?”

 

Kay nodded quickly. Not being allowed to argue was going to make things difficult, but it was a start. Steve moved behind her and unbuckled the gag, and the penis slipped out of her mouth. He refastened the strap loosely around her neck and left the gag hanging there.

 

“Just making sure it’s handy if you start arguing.”

 

“No arguing,” Kay replied. “I pretty much tricked you into coming here. I can’t really be angry if you don’t like it and want to leave.”

 

Kay thought about what she had said. How was that for a conciliatory starter? She couldn’t argue or try to persuade because she’d just end up gagged again. Maybe she could get friendly and win him over with sex.

 

“Well I’m glad you see it like that. If, that is, I decide to believe you,” Steve replied.

 

“Could I have some more water please?” Kay asked in a slightly small and fragile voice. Hopefully he would hold a bottle to her lips and she could accidently dribble the water over her breasts. Then he would need to dry her off. That might get him started.

 

Steve got another bottle from the mini bar and set it down on the table in front of Kay with a straw in it. That wasn’t really what Kay wanted. She thought about tipping the bottle over but it would just seem clumsy and not sexy. She could suck on the straw suggestively, but that would be too blatant and he would see right through it. Kay decided to try something else.

 

“Steve. I was thinking…”

 

“Your gag is real handy and you do look nice in it.”

 

“I wasn’t going to argue, I was just going to suggest that we should say something to Jason and Jocelyn. They’ve been good friends to us for the last couple of days and it would be rude to leave without saying goodbye to them.”

 

“Hmmm. You’re right of course. But Jason will be out windsurfing and Jocelyn will probably be tied up and gagged somewhere. We’ll leave a message at reception for them.”

 

“Not the same as speaking to them though. It’s three hours till the ferry comes. We could make an effort to find them in that time.”

 

Steve narrowed his eyes and stared at Kay.

 

“Are you scheming something? You are aren’t you,” he said suspiciously.

 

Kay was of course scheming for all she was worth. She wasn’t allowed to argue or persuade, but Jason could do both, and Steve couldn’t gag him. If she could get them together then there might be a chance.

 

“No scheming,” she replied. “I’m just trying to be polite to some nice people. Can you see them on the beach?”

 

Steve got up, shielded his eyes against the sun and looked towards the beach.

 

“I’m pretty sure that’s Jason out on a board. Can’t see Jocelyn though. There is someone tied to a post but they’ve got black hair.”

 

“What’s the err, wind doing?”

 

“Looks good. Five or six judging by the white caps and there’s a couple of capsized dinghies getting rescued. And Jason’s really moving. Wow.”

 

“Why don’t you go out on the water and find Jason and say goodbye?”

 

“Nice try Kay. We’re getting the ferry, not going windsurfing.”

 

“I was just thinking you could get Max to take you out on a rescue boat and catch up with Jason. It would take ten minutes or so, and we’ve got nearly three hours.”

 

“Yes. But I’ve got to finish packing.”

 

“Yes, let’s see. You’ve got to put your toilet stuff and your windsurf harness in your bag. That should take, err, one minute? Relax Steve, I’m not trying to outsmart you. In fact why don’t you go and have a blast on the water for an hour? There’s plenty of time. If you get some practise in, then maybe we can find a board hire place on the mainland tomorrow, and I’ll race you.”

 

“And of course it would be nice if I lost track of time and missed the ferry wouldn’t it?”

 

“Well of course it would, but you’ve got a watch Steve.”

 

“And you won’t mind if I sod off windsurfing and leave you here?”

 

“No. Even if I wasn’t in this jacket, my legs are too tired to come with you. And it would be better than having to tiptoe on eggshells all afternoon to avoid getting my mouth stuffed again.”

 

Steve looked out at the water and Jason whizzing across it. He looked at his watch.

 

“You sure you don’t mind? I don’t want this being used later to make me feel guilty.”

 

“I’m fine with it. Go and have a play while I have a snooze and rest my legs. Make sure you’re back in time to have a shower. I’m not travelling with a smelly man.”

 

“You are the best Kay. I promise we’ll do some bondage when we get home.”

 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

 

Steve changed into his rash vest and sailing shorts, took his harness, cap and sunglasses, kissed Kay on the forehead and disappeared out of the room, all within a minute.

 

Kay stood up and watched Steve almost run along the beach to the bamboo shacks with their selection of toys. A few minutes later the staff had a sail fitted to a board and he was off.

 

“Now then wind,” Kay whispered to herself, “don’t let me down. I need perfection.”

 

She scanned the beach looking for Jocelyn, but as Steve had said, there was no sign of her. Perhaps her legs felt like lead too and she was resting in her room. Kay needed to see her, and if Steve was indeed dragging them away on the ferry, it had to be now. What room was she in? 118? Yes that was it. 118. Kay walked inside and crossed the room to the door where she found a problem. How to open the door in a straitjacket? She lifted her foot to the knob, but it was round and the hiking boot that she was still wearing just slipped off it. She knelt down and tried to use her mouth, but the knob was too big to fit between her teeth. Kay let out a cry of frustration. She stood up and tried rolling the underside of her folded forearms across the knob. The leather gripped and she felt the knob turn. The door clicked and she pulled it gently open.

 

As she stepped out into the corridor it occurred to Kay that she wasn’t gagged or being led by her master.

 

“Sod the rules,” she muttered. “This is an emergency.”

 

She pulled the door almost closed with her foot, being careful not to let it lock as she had no card to get back in, and headed along the corridor to the stairs feeling like some sort of secret agent creeping around the villain’s lair and trying not to get caught. She cursed her boots, the heels of which clacked noisily on the hard marble tiles. The stairs looked a bit scary with no-one to catch her if she fell, but she made it down to the first floor without incident, and headed along the corridor to room 118.

 

Kay tried to knock quietly on the door with her forehead, still not quite sure if it was the right room. It was a huge relief when she heard Jocelyn’s voice inside.

 

“Who is it?”

 

“It’s Kay.”

 

“Kay? Ooo, just a second.”

 

Kay watched the doorknob wiggle several times before the door swung open and she saw Jocelyn standing with her bare foot up on the knob.

 

“Easier in bare feet,” said Kay. “You should have seen me trying to open the door in these.” She lifted one of her booted feet.

 

“Kay, what a lovely surprise. Come on in before Mr Yens catches you out on your own, ooh, and ungagged too.”

 

Kay stepped into the room and Jocelyn closed the door behind her.

 

“What’s up? You look like you’ve been crying,” said Jocelyn in her silky smooth voice.

 

“I have been crying. Partly in despair, but mainly to get Steve to take pity on me and remove the gag he had me in. He’s insisting we leave on the ferry this afternoon and I just had to see you to say goodbye.”

 

“Goodbye? Oh Kay, what’s wrong? Why are you going?”

 

Kay told Jocelyn the whole story of how she had hoodwinked Steve into coming to Susac and his objections to bondage and kinkiness.

 

“And where’s Steve now?” asked Jocelyn when Kay had finished.

 

“I persuaded him to go windsurfing. I was hoping that he’d meet Jason who might talk him round. Or that the wind would be so good, he wouldn’t want to come in.”

 

“Hmmm. Clever. Judging by Steve’s conversation at dinner last night, he’s a bit obsessed with windsurfing. Your ploy might work.”

 

“It’s still a long shot though.”

 

“Mind if I try to shorten the odds a bit?”

 

Kay watched as Jocelyn swung her foot up to the phone that was sitting on the bedside table and with practised ease, used her toes to press the hands-free button and then the zero key.

 

“Hello, reception,” said the phone.

 

“Ah, hello. This is Mrs Burns in 118. Could I speak with Mr Yens please?”

 

“A moment please. I see if he is in office.”

 

“Thank you.” Jocelyn smiled at Kay. “Mr Yens will have something up his sleeve to help,” she said quietly.

 

“Good afternoon Mrs Burns. How can I help you?”

 

“Good afternoon Mr Yens. I have Mrs Williamson with me and we have a little problem we were hoping you might be able to help with.”

 

“Ah yes, Mrs Williamson. The lady who is surprising her husband. I hope his surprise has become a pleasant one.”

 

“Yes, well I’m sure it will be a pleasant surprise once he has had a little more time to adjust to how things are done around here, but at the moment he wants to leave on the ferry this afternoon. We were wondering if you might be able to help us persuade him to stay.”

 

“Oh, that is most unfortunate. I am not sure what I can do to help though. I cannot keep a guest here if it is their desire to leave. Although I sometimes insist my guests wear chains, this is a hotel and not a prison. And I cannot cancel the ferry. Borko is already on his way and there will be no fresh food in the restaurant if I turn him back.”

 

“Of course, we understand. But Mr Williamson is out windsurfing at the moment. Maybe if Borko were to arrive and depart a little earlier than usual…”

 

“Ah, Mrs Burns, I am afraid that Borko’s engine is never going to get him here early, but if Mr Williamson is out on the water then I might be able to think of something to distract him from coming ashore, at least until Borko has left for home, but I cannot promise anything.”

 

“Anything you can do will be most appreciated by both me and Mrs Williamson. Thank you.”

 

“Thank you Mrs Burns. Have a pleasant afternoon.”

 

“Good afternoon Mr Yens.”

 

Jocelyn cancelled the hands-free with her big toe and turned to Kay.

 

“Mr Yens is a wily character. He’ll think of something.”

 

“Oh, thank you Joss. I really don’t want to go.”

 

“Shall we go and sit on the balcony? We can keep an eye on our husbands and maybe some other form of subterfuge will come to mind.”

 

They got up and went outside, and Jocelyn gestured to one of the chairs for Kay to sit on. Instead of sitting on the opposite side of the table, Jocelyn pulled the other chair around it so she could sit right beside Kay.

 

“Can you see them?” she asked.

 

“They’re both out on the water whizzing back and forth. I’d say the wind’s got up a little. The gods are on my side by the looks of it,” said Kay. “Normally I’d chew my own foot off to be out there with them, but here I think I like being tied up on the shore better.”

 

“I know what you mean. I wouldn’t want to spend my whole life like this, but a week is just right. Can you stay if Steve insists on going?”

 

“I doubt it. I can’t really manage by myself in this thing can I.” Kay wriggled in her straitjacket to reinforce the point.

 

“I suppose not. I’d hate to see you go though. We only really met yesterday, but I feel very close to you Kay.”

 

“I feel it too. It’s like we’ve known each other for years. Is it just because we’ve been tied up together?”

 

“I’ve been tied up with a quite few women here on our previous visits and it does make for a camaraderie, but I’ve never bonded with anyone like I have with you. I’d give you a big hug if I could.”

 

“You could, err, kiss me. You know, just to comfort me in my hour of need.”

 

“I could couldn’t I. And then after we’ve sorted your silly husband out, what might we do tomorrow, or the next day?”

 

Jocelyn licked her lips and leaned closer to Kay. Kay readied herself, closed her eyes and turned her body towards Jocelyn, waiting for their lips to meet. But when Jocelyn made contact, it was not with Kay’s mouth. Her lips touched down on Kay’s right breast and almost before she could respond, Kay felt her nipple get sucked into Jocelyn’s mouth where it was gently, but firmly held between teeth and a tongue began to explore the rapidly hardening bud. Kay quivered in surprise and the teeth clamped a little harder, keen to hold on to their prize. A yelp escaped from Kay’s lips and the teeth loosened their grip.

 

“Oh, don’t let go,” Kay whispered urgently. “It hurts, but it’s so good.”

 

The teeth renewed their pressure and Kay whimpered in delight as the tongue continued to pamper the end of her nipple. The teeth began to slide and roll her nipple between them and then they released and a new pressure took over as Jocelyn sucked hard, drawing a little more breast into her mouth while the tongue explored more of its new friend. There was a hiss of air as the seal with Jocelyn’s lips broke and they parted from Kay’s breast. Jocelyn lifted her head and moved towards Kay again. This time their mouths did meet, in the longest and most passionate kiss Kay had ever experienced.

 

“You can’t leave,” said Jocelyn when their lips eventually parted. “There’s so much I want to do with you.”

 

“Ooh, me too. But I don’t know. Is it right?” Kay gestured towards the sea. “What about those two out there?”

 

“You mean is it cheating?” Jocelyn smiled a wicked little smile. “That’s the beauty of this place. We can make them force us to do things to each other. And they’ll think they’re dominating us and being macho while they bind us together, but really they’ll be doing our bidding won’t they?”

 

“Ooh. And I thought I was devious tricking Steve into coming here. I’m minor league compared to you though,” said Kay with a giggle. “But first we’ve got make Steve stay.” She looked out at the sea again. “Wait, Joss look at this.”

 

Out in the bay, Kay could see that Steve and Jason had stopped windsurfing. They were sat on their boards which were drifting together with their sails dropped in the water.

 

“That might be my husband talking yours into staying,” said Jocelyn

 

“There’s certainly some sort of conversation going on.”

 

As they watched, a rescue boat went out to the men, but they waved it away. The conversation continued for some considerable time and the wind, despite the drag from the sails in the water, was slowly drifting them away from the beach. Kay thought about Steve’s marginal skills at nursing a board back upwind and wondered how far they would have to drift before he wouldn’t be able to get back in time for the ferry. She looked at the clock beside Jocelyn’s bed. Two forty-five. An hour and three quarters to go, and they would realistically need an hour to finish packing, get themselves to reception and for her to be extracted from her straitjacket and dressed for the trip. That left three quarters of an hour. Even Steve could get a long way upwind in that time, but if they kept talking and if his board had only a skeg and no centreboard then it might get close.

 

“Do you think Jason can keep him talking till they drift to Italy?” she asked Jocelyn.

 

“Maybe. My husband does rather like the sound of his own voice. Should I ring Mr Yens and ask if the rescue service could be a little lax this afternoon?”

 

“He he. Perhaps we could go down to the beach and distract the staff by making love in front of them.”

 

“I’m liking the way you think Kay.”

 

“Bugger. The conversation seems like it’s over. They’re getting going again.”

 

“I never could manage the waterstart thing. Couldn’t seem to get my feet on the board and the sail out of the water at the same time.”

 

“You windsurf as well?”

 

“Only a little bit. Relaxing on a yacht with a gin and tonic is more my kind of sailing.”

 

“Or being chained up as a galley slave?”

 

“Now you’re talking. Hold on, what’s happening now?”

 

Below them on the beach a whole mass of windsurfer sails had appeared and were being launched into the water. Kay counted seven, eight, maybe even nine of them. They headed out into the bay and rendezvoused with Steve and Jason where there seemed to be some sort of exchange between them, followed by a lot of milling aimlessly about. Two rescue RIBs headed out to join the melee. Suddenly the milling about seemed to end and the windsurfers, with the RIBs in attendance all headed across the bay towards the small island. At the far side of the bay, instead of turning and coming back, they all just kept going and disappeared around the headland.

 

Kay looked at Jocelyn in astonishment. She just shrugged and looked back.

 

“Don’t ask me,” she said. “I don’t know what’s going on, but it looks hopeful.”

 

At that moment the phone rang and Jocelyn got up to answer it.

 

“Ah Mrs Burns,” said Mr Yens’ voice from the phone, “I am sorry to trouble you but do you still have Mrs Williamson with you?”

 

“Yes I’m here,” said Kay coming in from the balcony.

 

“Ah, good. I took the liberty of giving my some of my staff a little time off and suggested they organise a little windsurfing race around the small island. I am very sorry but it seems that without my permission they have invited your husband to join them and, well with all the tacking against the wind and finding their way around or through all the rocky patches on the far side of the island, it is very likely that Borko’s beautiful little ferry might have been and gone by the time they get back. I do hope this will not inconvenience you too much Mrs Williamson.”

 

“Mr Yens you are a genius. Thank you so much,” said Kay feeling tears welling in her eyes once again.

 

“I am glad to have been able to assist, and hope that your stay continues to be a happy one. Please enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”

 

“Thank you again. Goodbye Mr Yens.”

 

“Goodbye Ladies.”

 

Jocelyn clicked off the hands-free button on the phone as Kay jumped up and down with joy and relief.

 

“Well Kay,” said Jocelyn coolly. “It seems like you’re going to be staying. And we have at least an hour to kill before our husbands get back. I wonder what we can do for an hour while we wait.”

 

Kay stopped leaping about and looked at Jocelyn.

 

“Hmmm, yes. What on Earth are we going to do for an hour while we wait?”

 

 

 

Monday Evening

 

Kay was in the shower when Steve returned from his afternoon’s windsurfing. Unable to use her hands, she stood with her face turned up towards the shower head, hoping that the force of the water alone would be enough to remove any lingering evidence of her own afternoon’s activities, about which she still didn’t really know how she felt. Was it adulterous to have sex with another woman? It didn’t feel adulterous, but it didn’t exactly feel faithful either.

 

Steve walked into the bathroom and stood looking at her. She tried to gage his mood but it was difficult to read. He couldn’t really be angry with her, after all, he was the one who had decided to go windsurfing, and he was the one who had decided to join in with the race. She watched as his gaze seemed to move up and down her body and finally settled on her feet. She looked down and saw her hiking boots, still laced tightly onto her.

 

“I know,” she said playfully. “I shouldn’t be taking a shower with my boots on. But I couldn’t really take them off could I.”

 

“You. You are the most devious, scheming, manipulative, sneaky, unscrupulous…”

 

“Sexy. You missed out sexy.”

 

“Hmmm. You knew didn’t you. You knew once I got out on the water I wouldn’t want to come back in.”

 

“Maybe.”

 

“’Go and say goodbye to Jason’ you said, knowing full well he’d give me the ‘you can’t go Steve, think about the fun you’re having and what it means to Kay’ treatment.”

 

“He said that? Gosh, I’m shocked.”

 

“And there then there was suddenly this mysterious race which we got invited to join. I suppose you had nothing to do with that?”

 

“A race you say? Fancy that.” Kay shook some of the water out of her hair and wiggled her breasts slightly at Steve. She noted with some satisfaction that the effect was not lost him. “Did you win?” she asked cheekily.

 

“Of course I didn’t win. The staff here are all bloody experts. But of course you already know that don’t you.”

 

“Well if you had that kind of wind to practice in everyday then you’d probably be an expert too. Is that why we’re apparently not leaving now? You want to practise your windsurfing technique? Or do you just want to have lots more sex with your gorgeous wife?”

 

“Gorgeous, but also conniving, unprincipled, underhanded, crafty…”

 

“And sexy. You forgot sexy again. And wet. I’m very wet at the moment.”

 

Steve dropped his windsurf harness on the floor and walked into the shower. He took hold of Kay’s shoulders and pulled her against him.

 

“No, I didn’t forget sexy,” he said quietly. “I just assumed that was obvious.”

 

He pressed his mouth against Kay’s and kissed her passionately. Kay was rather cautious at first, wondering if her mouth still had the taste of Jocelyn’s juices, but if it did, Steve didn’t seem to notice and she relaxed into the moment, meeting his tongue and rubbing her nipples against his chest.

 

“Two lots of sex before dinner? Oh yes please,” Kay thought to herself. It then occurred to her that since someone’s mouth had been deftly manoeuvring a penis gag in and out of her vagina not more than thirty minutes ago, she might still be rather soft and ready down there, and would Steve notice when the erection that she could feel bulging against her in his shorts, inevitably came to visit? Suddenly her afternoon with Jocelyn felt very adulterous and a wave of guilt washed briefly over her.

 

As it turned out Steve didn’t notice because he didn’t use his erection in the shower. They kissed and cuddled and then he soaped Kay all over and washed her down before shampooing and conditioning her hair. He unlaced and removed her boots, commenting on her white feet and the tide mark around her ankles as he did so. Then he led Kay from the shower and dried her off, first with a towel and then with the hairdryer, which took and age to deal with her dense mass of curly, brown hair. Kay felt very pampered, and even more so when he took her through to the bedroom, sat her on the bed and touched up her toenail varnish. As he rubbed a little of her perfume into her cheeks and behind her ears, Kay began to feel slightly uneasy. He was being too nice. He was up to something.

 

“Got to have you looking your best for dinner,” Steve said as he rummaged in her semi-packed suitcase.

 

Kay felt slightly crestfallen as it now seemed that she wasn’t going to get a second helping of sex before dinner after all, but her heart started to beat faster when Steve produced her hobbleskirt, and she happily lifted her feet so he could slide it up her legs. He helped her to stand up so he could fasten the waistband at her back. And then he found her strappy evening sandals with their crazy five and a quarter inch stiletto heels, which were soon adorning her feet. Kay realised that she was starting to moan contentedly as each item of sexy, restrictive clothing was added to her already super-sexy straitjacket. And next would be the best item of all, her hood. She could hardly contain her excitement as Steve gathered her up her curly mop into a ponytail, ready to pass through the opening in the top of the hood. Second helping of sex or not, Kay felt like the touch of the leather over her head might just make her cum all on its own.

 

“Oooh. You will make it tight won’t you,” she whispered as she saw Steve approach with the black leather prison in his hands. “I mean, really tight.”

 

Steve said nothing, but he complied with Kay’s wish. He settled the hood over his wife’s head and then worked the laces until it was fully closed. With each pull she murmured with delight, almost as if he were massaging her nipples or clit. He wondered what it was that she enjoyed so much about having her head imprisoned in such a way, and whether she would be quite so willing if she knew what he had in store for her. She wanted to be his slave, and slaves that thwarted their masters’ plans, even when they did it with such style and sophistication, had to be punished.

 

“Be careful what you wish for my darling, for you might just get it,” he thought to himself.

 

He finished fastening the hood’s collar and ran his hands across the smooth surface of Kay’s head.

 

“Tight enough for you?” he asked.

 

“Mmmm, wonderful,” she replied. “It feels even better than last night. So tight and black.”

 

Steve stepped away from Kay.

 

“Walk forward,” he commanded.

 

“Oh, err, okay,” she replied and cautiously took a small step forward.

 

“Keep going. And pull your skirt tight with each step.”

 

“Err, yes Master.”

 

Kay gingerly took another four restricted steps forward.

 

“Stop,” Steve commanded just before Kay would have walked into the wall. “Turn to your left. A bit more. Now walk forward again.”

 

As Kay slowly hobbled forward, Steve quietly moved ahead of her.”

 

“Stop.” Steve noted with satisfaction how Kay’s head moved in surprise at the unexpected direction his voice had come from.

 

“Turn around. More. Stop. Now walk backwards.”

 

Steve moved again, This time he stood behind Kay as she reversed herself extremely cautiously towards him. He waited until her head was just inches from him.

 

“Stop,” he commanded loudly and tried not laugh as Kay jumped in fright at how close he was.

 

“Turn right. Now walk forward. Stop. Sidestep to your left. Stop. Turn around.”

 

Steve kept Kay walking around the room until he was satisfied that she was totally disorientated, but to her credit she played the game without complaint and trusted his commands completely. He sat down on the bed and guided Kay until she was standing in front of him.

 

“Now, kneel down.”

 

Kay obediently moved to kneel but her attempt to lower herself one leg at a time was thwarted by her skirt. Steve could see her trying to work it out. She bent her knees together and slowly and unsteadily lowered herself to a crouching position and then she pushed her knees forward and toppled onto them. She was kneeling just short of the bed. Steve had judged it perfectly. He adjusted himself a little and gave his final order.

 

“Lean forward very slowly.”

 

Steve watched in amazement as Kay opened her mouth before she even reached his cock. His wonderful wife had worked out the little game and obviously knew exactly where it was leading. She didn’t even pause as her lips embraced him, and just kept moving forward until she had to swallow. There was no need for any further orders. She knew what to do and she went about it with great enthusiasm and variety, sometimes vigorously working herself up and down him, sometimes pausing and letting him rest inside her throat. Steve’s only regret was that he didn’t manage to hold out for longer before he succumbed to her incredible efforts. He didn’t know how she had managed it, but he was glad she’d stopped him from getting on the ferry, and he felt a little guilty that he was still going to punish her for it, even after she had just pleasured him so perfectly.

 

Steve gently pushed Kay back off his now flaccid cock. He noticed how she kept her lips sealed around it until it departed completely from her mouth. He was left clean and not a drop of his cum was spilt. He wondered where she learned to suck cock so proficiently. Was she leading some sort of double life as a prostitute? It was fortunate for her that she apparently liked the taste of his cum because she wasn’t going to taste much else for a while. He picked up her penis gag that he had ready on the bed beside him.

 

“Open,” he commanded and watched her obey unquestioningly.

 

He slid the shaft of the gag into Kay’s mouth and enjoyed the surprised sounding gurgle that escaped from her before he fastened the strap tightly. He checked carefully that the two little riveted holes in the hood were positioned correctly over Kay’s nostrils and that she was breathing through them without difficulty. The sound of air hissing in and out and a gentle moaning told him all was well. He would have to keep a careful check on it though as the evening progressed. He got up and gave himself a little rinse before pulling on a shirt and trousers. It was time for dinner and he was hungry.

 

Rather than holding Kay’s shoulder to guide her as he had the previous evening, this time Steve led her to the restaurant by her leash. He reckoned that would be much more unsettling and exciting for her, even though it made progress rather slow. He watched her as she minced along, taking each restricted step carefully in that crazy, but oh so sexy skirt. Occasionally he would give her an instruction or inform her of a hazard on the ground, and always he was ready to catch her if she fell, but of course she couldn’t know that. Other than the gentle tug on her leash, she had to manage alone. Eventually they reached their destination, but instead of climbing the two steps into the restaurant which had previously defeated Kay, he led her round to another entrance where he had discovered there was a ramp. Despite the slow trip, it was still fairly early and the restaurant was quiet. He sat her down in the same seat she had occupied the previous evening and got himself a Karlovačko from the bar, which he slowly and quietly drank while enjoying the view of his insanely bondaged wife and her lewdly displayed breasts. He watched them rise and fall as she breathed. Those riveted holes were obviously still correctly aligned. He wondered if she was enjoying her punishment and decided that she probably was, but of course she didn’t know the full extent of it yet.

 

It wasn’t long before the restaurant began fill up and Steve watched the women, all hooded and wearing hobbleskirts being variously led, pushed, and even pulled along with nipple chains by their partners. He noticed how none of them complained about their treatment and although he could not see their faces, those who spoke sounded cheerful and happy. He thought about how he had only been in the hotel for a couple of days, and yet the bizarre scene before him now felt almost normal. Jason appeared, leading Jocelyn along with his finger in the ring on her collar. Steve waved and Jason sat Jocelyn down next to Kay.

 

“Drinks?” he asked.

 

“Thanks. Another Karlovačko please.”

 

“And Kay?”

 

“Oh, she’s not drinking anything tonight.”

 

Steve noticed with satisfaction the way Kay’s head twitched as a questioning moan escaped through the riveted holes in the hood. Jason ferried drinks from the bar. Two Karlovačkos and a gin and tonic for Jocelyn arrived at the table. As he sat down he noticed Kay’s gag.

 

“Kay been preaching at you?” he asked.

 

“I’m keeping her gagged as punishment for scheming and undermining my plans this afternoon.”

 

“Is Kay gagged?” asked Jocelyn.

 

“Very much so by the look of it,” replied Jason.

 

“Oh, Kay, you poor thing. Where are you?”

 

“She’s right to next to you on your left,” said Jason. “Well Steve, that race was Kay’s doing after all then?”

 

“Well she hasn’t admitted it, but she hasn’t denied it either. And I think it had Katarina Williamson written all over it. Just the sort of devious, scheme she would come up with.”

 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if this one had a hand in it as well,” said Jason, gesturing at his wife.

 

“My hands haven’t been in anything for two days now. Except this jacket of course,” Jocelyn snorted back at him.

 

“Well she says she wants to be a slave,” said Steve, “and slaves get punished when they plot against their masters, so she’s staying gagged all evening.”

 

Kay began to shake her head about and moan loudly.

 

“All evening?” said Jocelyn. “But what about eating dinner?”

 

“Well she could have been having a nice meal in a normal restaurant on the mainland tonight if she hadn’t connived to stay here. Now she’ll have to go without,” said Steve flatly.

 

“Oh poor Kay,” said Jocelyn. “She just wanted to stay and be your slave. Surely you can’t punish her for that.”

 

“Well I think it’s a good solution,” said Jason. “It’s a real problem finding ways to punish a slave that enjoys being punished. Give ‘em a good spanking and they just have an orgasm. Keep ‘em gagged and hungry while all around others are eating, what do you think Joss, enjoyable?”

 

“I think it’s thoroughly rotten and unfair, and she should be ungagged straight away.”

 

It wasn’t actually Steve’s plan to keep Kay gagged all evening. He was only going to let her think that, and stew silently in anger while the smell of everyone else’s food drove her mad. But then later on he was going to let her have something. After all, he wasn’t really angry at her. It wasn’t like she had actually sabotaged his plans to leave, she had just presented him with a better alternative, which he had chosen freely. But it was very cheeky and devious of her, and so she did deserve a little punishment because after all, she wanted to be a slave. Steve did however find Jocelyn’s comments rather irritating. It wasn’t any of her business how he treated his wife.

 

The menus arrived and Jocelyn, in an attempt to show support for her friend, declared she could not have anything unless Kay was allowed to eat as well. When this failed to get Steve to ungag Kay, Jocelyn unwisely admitted that she had actually been the architect of the windsurfing race. This really annoyed Steve. Just what gave her the right to meddle in things that were none of her business? And how dare his wife go plotting with this interfering woman. He decided that Kay would stay gagged all evening after all, and he hoped that Jason would have some sort of punishment for Jocelyn too. But Jason said nothing about it and just disappeared off to the bar to get more Karlovačkos.

 

A rather uncomfortable atmosphere settled over the table as they waited for the food to arrive. Jocelyn clearly knew she had let slip something she shouldn’t have. Steve was annoyed with her and Jason seemed to be brooding about it as well, although he still said nothing. The waiter finally came with a plate of chicken and liver terrine with hazelnut piccalilli and toasted sourdough for Steve and smoked duck breast with sautéed mushrooms and rosemary dressing for Jason. He also had another plate which he set down in front of Jocelyn. Steve saw what was on it and almost burst out laughing, but caught himself in time.

 

“I didn’t want anything,” said Jocelyn huffily, sensing the waiter placing something in front of her.

 

“Oh, don’t be silly Joss,” said Jason. “It’s a chef’s special. You can’t not have it. Kay’s getting punished whether you eat or not.”

 

“I’m protesting on her behalf though.”

 

“Yeah, but wait until you get a mouthful of this.” Jason got up and quietly walked round behind Jocelyn. He picked up the contents of her plate and raised it to her lips. “Go on,” he whispered into her ear, “taste this. Kay will never know.”

 

Jocelyn hesitated before she opened her mouth and then grunted with surprise as Jason pushed the rubber shaft of a penis gag into it. He quickly drew the strap around her head and heaved the buckle tight.

 

“Since you seem to be equally guilty, I think an equal punishment would be appropriate, don’t you Steve?”

 

“Ha Ha. Absolutely appropriate.”

 

“I had a word with the waiter about a special order when I went for drinks,” said Jason. “At least we can enjoy our meals in peace now. And these two can sniff the food and reflect on what naughty slaves they’ve been. Oh, and Joss, better be ready for a good spanking when we get back to the room.”

 

Steve’s bad mood evaporated as he watched Jocelyn wiggling her head in frustration and ‘mmmmm’ing through the riveted holes in her hood.

 

“It’s a curious thing,” said Jason. “Yesterday morning you were sitting here saying how you didn’t approve of those ladies being trussed up and gagged while their husbands ate breakfast. And yet here you are doing exactly that to Kay. And you haven’t had that many Karlovačkos yet so you can’t blame it all on them.”

 

“I dunno really. Seems like a lot can change in a day around here. And I’m planning on having plenty of Karlovačkos before the night is out.”

 

As the evening progressed, Steve did indeed have a good number of Karlovačkos and got himself mildly drunk. He kept looking at Kay and Jocelyn as they sat there quietly in their hoods and gags, and he wondered if they were enjoying themselves, and if so, how? Apart from the discomfort, would it not just be incredibly boring to be trussed up like that, unable to even see anything let alone do anything? And all these other women here, were they all enjoying themselves as well? It was just too hard to understand.

 

“Don’t ask me,” said Jason when Steve put the question to him. “Who knows what goes on in women’s heads. Maybe it’s like high heeled shoes; they’re impractical, unhealthy and uncomfortable, but women love wearing them and men love women who wear them. All this bondage gear, it’s sort of like high heels on steroids.”

 

It was almost midnight before they began to head back to their rooms. Jason and Steve thought it would be fun to lead each other’s wives for the walk, and they joked loudly about making the wife swap last all night, drawing moans from the two women, although it wasn’t clear whether the moans denoted approval or disapproval of the idea. The men said their goodnights and made a big play of checking the colour of the hair fountains that sprouted from the hoods to make sure they had the right wife.

 

Steve got Kay back to their room and let her stand while he sat on the bed and looked at her. He knew that underneath all that leather was his lovely wife, whom he loved and respected and could never be cruel to, but somehow none of that applied when she was in that hood. It not only robbed her of her sight, it took away her whole identity and along with the gag, reduced her to an anonymous, silent body that was just a plaything for his amusement. ‘Equally guilty’ Jason had said, and he was going to give Jocelyn a good spanking. So ‘equally guilty’ meant this leather doll needed a good spanking too. He wondered if he should take the gag off first, but decided not to. He didn’t want its voice to remind him what it really was.

 

“Walk forward,” he commanded. “Stop. Turn right. Stop. Two steps forward. Kneel. Now lean forward.”

 

As Kay obediently began to lean forward, Steve took hold of her and half guided and half pulled her onto his lap. He wiggled his knees until her bottom was perfectly positioned and then went to work on the two beautiful cheeks that stared up at him, framed neatly in the opening of that wonderful skirt.