Tuesday Afternoon

 

After what might well have been the best lunch Kay had ever experienced, Steve led her down to reception where they were invited into the ‘infirmary & dressing room’. The friendly nurse sat Kay on the high stool where her straitjacket had first been fitted what seemed like a very long time ago. Her gag was removed and then the nurse unlocked her straitjacket. Kay looked at Steve with a worried expression.

 

“Relax Kay,” he said. “We’re not going home. You’ve won that one and there’s no ferry today. You’re going to have a special treat and you’ll love it. And you’ll be trussed up again in time for dinner. I promise.”

 

“And it is good to get out of your jacket for a little time,” said the nurse. “Get the arms moving and the blood flowing.”

 

Kay said nothing but continued to feel uneasy as her jacket was unbuckled and her arms were set free. At first she could hardly move them, but the nurse gently massaged and worked the stiffness from her joints.

 

“How does that feel?” asked Steve.

 

“Err, strange,” she replied. “But nice.” She reached up and scratched her nose. “Ooh, now that’s good. You’ve no idea how an itchy nose can torment you when you can’t scratch it.”

 

“You good now Madame?” asked the nurse.

 

“Yes. Yes thanks.”

 

Steve rummaged in the beach bag he had brought with him and pulled out one of his tee shirts.

 

“I hate to cover up that beautiful sight, but you better put this on,” he said, offering the shirt to Kay.

 

“What are we up to?” she asked as she took the shirt.

 

“It’s a surprise. Here, I brought you some knickers and shorts and stuff.”

 

Ten minutes later Kay and Steve walked out of the hotel reception and down the path that led to the ferry jetty. Unlike the previous time they had walked this path, this time there was plenty of romance in the air and Kay held his hand tightly, enjoying the simple pleasure of being able to use her hands to hold anything. She was still a little uncomfortable though at being released from her bondage, and about the mystery treat Steve apparently had planned. She was also not entirely happy with the way she must have looked, dressed in Steve’s baggy tee shirt, her hair scrunched up and confined in a baseball cap, and her bum covered with a pair of loose and shapeless men’s shorts which the nurse had safety pinned to the shirt to stop them falling down. Under the shorts she was wearing a pair of her own knickers, but she almost wished Steve had used a pair of his instead, as they wouldn’t have fitted snuggly through her tender crotch. But worst of all, she had bare feet. No heels! Although the rest of her ensemble was pretty unsexy, she felt she could still make it work in a sort of ‘beautiful woman in her gardening scruffs’ sort of way, but how could she be sexy without heels?

 

They meandered through the cypress trees and as they got close to the jetty, Steve asked Kay to close her eyes. This really did worry her, as the possibility of opening them on a boat headed for the mainland was something she didn’t want to think about. But she closed them anyway and let him lead her onward onto the jetty and along the wooden planking.

 

“Okay, you can look now,” he said after they had walked what felt like most of the jetty’s length.

 

Kay opened her eyes and stared at her ‘surprise’.

 

“Ta Da!” said Steve triumphantly. “What do you think?”

 

Kay was speechless as she tried to wrestle with the conflicting reactions she was having. On one hand was the fact that this was nothing to do with bondage, or her being his slave, or indeed anything else erotic, and that was what she had come here for, and was enjoying intensely. But on the other hand, the chance to go windsurfing on that perfect water and in that perfect wind was something she couldn’t not get excited about. On the end of the jetty sat two windsurf rigs, ready to go, and though the wind in the sheltered inlet was light and fluky, Kay could see the whitecaps on the sea outside calling to her. She looked round at Steve and he saw the dilemma in her face.

 

“Just for this afternoon,” he said. “I got special permission form Mr Yens. He said it’s ok as long as we stay a little further offshore so the guests on the beach won’t recognise a slave out enjoying not being very slave-like at all. Hence the hat to keep your hair under wraps. And we’ll be back in time for dinner and I’ll lace your hood extra tight for you.”

 

Kay’s unsure expression turned slowly to a smile.

 

“And the nipple chain?” she asked.

 

“Yes, the nipple chain too if you want it.”

 

“And, maybe a butt plug as well?”

 

“What? Disgusting, but I’ll think about it. Now get out on that water and enjoy yourself slave.” He slapped her bottom and pushed her towards the boards.

 

Kay yelped as her still tender cheeks objected strongly to Steve’s light slap. She stepped forward and recognised Steve’s harness wrapped round the boom of one of the rigs and so assumed that the other one was for her. It had one of the hotel’s harnesses with it which she picked up and fastened around her waist. She looked at the board. It was small and looked unstable and sinky. It had a four point seven meter sail attached to it which Kay thought would be boisterous for her moderately light weight if the wind of the previous days was blowing. She looked at the water in the inlet which was peppered with patches of puny looking, random gusts and turbulence from the surrounding trees and land. Outside, the waves told of a constant and moderate breeze, but negotiating the two hundred or so meters of the inlet looked like it was going to be a challenge.

 

She lifted her board into the water and sat on the edge of the jetty with her feet on it. She pressed down and as she suspected, the board had little buoyancy and sank easily. Steve dropped his board in beside her and she noted its larger size and thickness. Much easier to start off and stand on, but it wouldn’t be as fast when they got going.

 

“After you,” said Steve.

 

“Mmmm,” she replied. “Just reading the water. Going to be tricky until we get out there.”

 

“That’s why I’m letting you go first.”

 

“Hmmm. See that gust on the water there. I’m gonna go when it gets here.”

 

Steve watched the patch of rippled water meander about, making a seemingly random passage before it turned and headed towards the jetty. He marvelled at his wife and her connection to the wind. How did she know where that gust was going to go?

 

Seconds before the rippled patch reached them, Kay lifted her sail and slid her bum off the jetty. The board sank almost completely under her weight and tilted over as it lost what little stability it possessed.  Kay worked her feet to keep it level as the water washed over her ankles. The gust caught the sail and she slid away from the jetty. She stepped back along the board and it sank deep at the back until her knees were almost under and the nose of the board rose out of the water. Kay rode the gust for as long as it lasted. It got her thirty, maybe forty meters from the jetty, but now she was becalmed. She bounced back to centre of the board to keep it under her and scanned the water, reading its textures and extrapolating a picture of the air movement above it. She spotted the next gust and had the sail ready for it as it arrived. Once again she was down at the back of the board, her legs cutting through the water. She heard a splash behind her and looked to see that Steve had failed to get started at the jetty and was swimming. A smirk crept over her face and her determination to escape the inlet without getting wet intensified. She headed towards to the South side of the inlet where the water spoke of promising gusts. Another splash came from the direction of the jetty. Kay kept working the sail and the board, constantly shifting her weight around to keep herself upright. The wind along the shore was indeed a little easier and she passed half way. But now the first hint of the swell creeping into the inlet made balancing on the board more difficult. She knew if she came off here it would be very hard to get going again. More splashes and some cursing came from behind her. It seemed her master was struggling, and she giggled.

 

Kay watched a gust forming away to her left. It looked like it could be the one that would carry her clear. She got herself up forward of the mast ready to tack as it arrived and looked back at Steve who was wading along the rocky shore, dragging his board behind him.

 

“Ha. Slave one, master nil,” she chortled to herself as her gust arrived and carried her clear of the inlet and out into the clean wind beyond. Now her tiny board came into its own. As the wind strengthened in the sail, the board lifted up out of the water and began to skip lightly across the waves. Kay lifted her harness onto the boom and let herself hang under the sail. It lifted her weight off the board which picked up speed and skimmed from one crest to the next. She began to become one with the wind and the water.

 

Kay gybed back and forth a few times to let Steve catch up and then they headed off around the headland to ride the wind blowing through the gap between the islands. As they passed the boating beach, keeping a discreet distance offshore, Kay decided she didn’t need to politely stay with her husband any longer. She pulled her sail in a little more and accelerated across the water, leaving him behind as if he was a barge. The sun was shining, the water was blue and warm, her board felt light and responsive, the wind in the sail balanced her weight sublimely and the water sang as it rushed past. If she had been in a bikini with her hair loose and flowing out behind her, then it would have been just perfect.

 

The wind picked up as Kay crossed the gap between the islands and at times she felt a little overpowered and had to feather the sail a little. The tiny board felt seriously fast and she was across the strait in no time. She made a perfect carve gybe and headed back towards the beach and was almost halfway back before she passed Steve still heading the other way. She thought about gybing round and sailing in circles around Steve just to show him what a slow donkey he was, but decided not to. He was supposed to be her master after all. She continued on and looked to see what other activity was going on. There were several other windsurfers and dinghies out, and Kay recognised Jason’s red cap among them. What she was really interested in though was on the beach. She could see the row of posts and three of them were occupied by figures wearing black jackets, and one of them seemed to have a mop of big blond hair. And suddenly Kay found herself on the other end of the dilemma she had had on her first afternoon on the beach. Then she had been bound to one of those posts, being driven half mad by the crotch strap, and loving every minute of it, but feeling frustrated at not being able to windsurf. Now she was windsurfing, but feeling frustrated not to be strapped up tightly and in sexual torment with her friend. Kay wondered which she liked best.

 

She shifted her weight slightly and pushed one edge of the board a little deeper causing it to respond instantly, veering away from the wind. She waited a few seconds and then flipped the sail over the nose of the board and was back on the other tack, accelerating towards the windy strait. She decided she didn’t have to choose between windsurfing and bondage because she could do both. She would enjoy the afternoon on the water and then enjoy having dinner in helpless blackness, with her nipples pinched and hopefully a plug in her bottom. How much better could life get? She leaned back and trailed a hand in the water, feeling the speed and exhilaration. But she couldn’t quite shake off a feeling of guilt for having abandoned her friend to suffer alone. They should be suffering together. Very closely together.

 

Kay watched the shoreline as she rode past the end of the beach. It became rocky and rose up to form cliffs around the base of the large hill that formed much of the island. She noticed a path that led to a ledge on the cliff, maybe a hundred feet up. On it was a derrick with its jib arm swung out over the edge, and something hanging from it. As she got closer, Kay realised what it was. A cage in the shape of a human body! The cage was empty, but the thought of being locked inside it and dangled out over the sea, or maybe even lowered down into it, fired her imagination so much that she stopped concentrating on the wind and almost ended up swimming. She worked in a little closer and looked up at the cage, placing it firmly on her ‘must be tried’ list. Would there be room in it for two slaves if they were tightly squashed together? Now that was a question that might be fun to answer.

 

Steve too was enjoying his afternoon surf. Not just because of the perfect conditions, but also because he enjoyed watching his goddess of a wife running rings around him, and showing how it should be done. Despite that tricky little board, he never once saw her fall off, or even look close to it. When it eventually came time to go in, rather than trying to tackle that impossible inlet again, he decided to just head in to the beach and walk over to meet Kay at the jetty. He would make sure Max kept an eye on her in his rescue boat until she got back. He managed to tell her this while she literally did sail in a ring around him, and then he headed for the beach. He left his board with the beach staff and walked up through reception to the jetty. He was surprised to find that Kay had already tacked up round the headland and was entering the inlet as he sat down on the box of lifejackets he had sat on when they first arrived. He watched with admiration as she nursed her sinky board back through the fluky, and to him, random looking gusts, often with the board so far under that her knees disappeared below the water. But still she never looked in any danger of falling off. She worked her way right in to the jetty, manoeuvred up to it, stuck out her bottom and sat on the edge of the wooden planking. From the waist up, she wasn’t even wet.

 

For a while they sat together, quietly enjoying the scenery and each other’s company. Steve pulled off Kay’s cap and watched her mass of curly brown hair cascade down over her shoulders. He thought she looked a proper goddess again, despite his baggy tee shirt. It was starting to get dark by the time they headed off to get ready for dinner.

 

The nurse’s dressing room had a shower which Kay used and then she sat on the high stool to be transformed back into a straitjacketed slave. She couldn’t help moaning contentedly as the nurse slipped her arms into the jacket’s sleeves and fastened the buckles up her back. While she had been out, the jacket had been washed and dried, and she felt clean and fresh in it. She felt the seizing wire being fed through the buckles and the click of the lock behind her neck was perhaps the most exciting sound she had ever heard. She beamed at Steve who smiled back at her with a slightly bemused look on his face.

 

 

 

 

Tuesday Evening

 

There was a something of a party atmosphere amongst their little group at dinner, with much laughter and joking as they tucked into their excellent food, and Kay got rather merry on the wine she drew up through her straw in liberal quantities. Despite her staying discreetly offshore, it seemed that plenty of people knew the identity of the fastest thing on the water that afternoon, and she received a considerable raft of compliments for it. Thomas Braithwaite joined them again, but instead of Linda, he had a German lady with him who called herself Dagma, and spoke perfect English with what Kay thought was a classy and sexy accent. It turned out that Thomas and a German man had swapped wives for a couple of days, and both Dagma and Linda were wearing their hoods for the duration of the swap. Dagma appeared to be very happy with the arrangement, but Kay wondered if she knew what Thomas looked like. He certainly wasn’t any Adonis when she had seen him the beach a couple of days earlier, but maybe that didn’t matter if you were in a hood the whole time. Being rented out wasn’t something that appealed to Kay though. She was strictly a one man woman, except that wasn’t entirely true now. She was more of a one man and possibly one woman sort of woman. And she was enjoying sitting next to her one woman and touching their strappy sandal-shod feet together under the table.

 

“I notice Kay has graduated to a nipple chain,” remarked Jason.

 

“I can’t keep her out of it,” replied Steve wistfully.

 

“Has she graduated to something else too?”

 

“Such as?”

 

“Well she is sitting very upright and pressing her elbows down on the table to take her weight rather a lot. Just like Joss does when she’s err…”

 

“Go on Kay. Tell us all what depths you’ve sunk to,” said Steve.

 

“Oh. Erm, tonight, for the first time, I’m modelling the latest in fashionable, rubber anal-wear.”

 

“Oh, good for you Kay,” said Jocelyn. “They’re a bugger to sit on though aren’t they.”

 

“Err, yes. Bugger is a good word for it.”

 

“Is it your first time?”

 

“First time for? Oh, yes. Strictly one way only before tonight.” Kay took a long suck on her wine straw. “Actually that’s not completely true. There was this time, before I met you Steve, I was windsurfing in Antigua. It was really windy and I was absolutely flying along when I came off and hit the water arse first. I was only wearing a very skimpy thong bikini and, well, it didn’t keep the water out. I had to get back to the shore and sit on a toilet pretty quickly.”

 

“You were going that fast?” said Jason. “I thought only water-skiers had that problem.”

 

“Can we talk about something else while I’m eating?” said Steve when the laughter had abated.

 

Kay was in her element all the through the evening. She felt like she was twenty again, when she could do the glamour and the makeup and the sexy fashions in the evening just as well as all the other beautiful young beach totty, but by day she could also beat the young male studs at their own thing on the water too, and this placed her in a very special premier league. The ultimate catch. And now she could do it again; the bondage, the nipple clamps, and now the butt plug, but yet still she could show the men how their own game was supposed to be played. She felt like she was the centre of attention and she was loving it.

 

Kay was also buoyed up by the anticipation of the sex she was surely going to have after the party broke up. Would Steve pull out her plug and take her up her bottom for the first time, or would he leave it in and use her vagina so she could experience having both filled at once? Maybe he could do both, but preferably in her vagina first so she could feel him rubbing against the butt plug with only her delicate membranes separating them. And perhaps she might complete the hat-trick by taking him down her throat as well, although that would preferably have to come before any anal stuff. And would all of this happen while she was still tightly imprisoned inside her hood? Kay couldn’t wait to find out.

 

When it came time for everyone to say their goodnights, Steve helped Kay to stand up and took her leash to lead her back to their room. As she felt the gentle tugging on her collar, Kay instinctively began to walk after it. She pondered briefly how quickly she had learned to have complete faith in her master and just walk blindly wherever he led her, unable to even put her hands out to feel for obstacles ahead. Her skirt made its characteristic ‘fffup fffup’ noise as her legs pulled it tight with every step and it joined with the ‘cop cop’ of her heels on the wooden floor, to make a delightful soundtrack that would combine with the swinging chain on her nipples and the rubber plug in her bottom, to have her wound up and ready for action by the time she got to the room.

 

Partly due to the number of Karlovačkos he had consumed, but more because of his haste to get Kay underneath him on their bed, Steve forgot about the ramped exit from the restaurant and went for the shortest route. He led her towards the exit with the two steps that challenged anyone in a hobbleskirt, hooded or otherwise. It wasn’t until he heard the wail from behind him as Kay’s foot found nothing but air to stand on, that he realised he had completely forgotten to warn her about them. For a moment he stood transfixed by the sight of his wife collapsing downwards in an elegant curve, like a tall chimney being demolished, her legs helplessly straining against the confines of the skirt. The image of Kay’s face smashing into the hard, tiled ground flashed through his head as he launched himself back to try to catch her. His hand grabbed at her shoulder, but he couldn’t get a hold and he ended up pushing her sideways so that her jaw hit the railing beside the steps. He was however successful in falling in front of her so that at least some of her body had something a bit softer than the marble tiles to land on, but there was still a sickening thud as she hit.

 

By the time Steve had extricated himself from under Kay’s legs, they were already surrounded by hotel staff. He knew she wasn’t dead because she was groaning and gasping. Most of her was covered up in the black leather, but the bits of her that were exposed looked in a bad way. There was blood everywhere, and seemingly more appearing by the second. As they lifted the hood off her head, Kay threw up violently, her vomit mixing with the blood to create a truly gruesome looking mess.

 

Half an hour later they were sitting in the infirmary. The nurse had stripped Kay of her leather and washed the blood and vomit off her, and things didn’t seem nearly as bad as they had initially appeared. The reason for the copious amounts of blood was that Kay had bitten her tongue when she hit her jaw and it had bled profusely, the blood being washed from her mouth by her saliva which also inhibited the clotting process. She also had a large chunk missing from one of her front teeth and a cut on the inside of her lip. Her other main injury was to her left breast which was badly bruised around the nipple and had a deep cut where the clamp had been driven into it. She had some other sundry grazes and bruises but was otherwise all right. She kept giggling about how it was fortunate that she had a dental practise and could get her tooth fixed by her staff. Steve was convinced that she was concussed, but the nurse thought she was just a little shocked and rather more than a little drunk.

 

Mr Yens appeared and there was a discussion about whether Kay needed to be flown to hospital, but neither she nor the nurse felt it was necessary. It was decided that she should just go to bed, free of bondage, and with a good dose of painkillers. The nurse also suggested that a small ballgag might be wise to stop her biting her tongue while she slept. So they said their goodnights and headed off to their room, with Kay wearing a hotel dressing gown.

 

Steve put Kay to bed and she fell asleep almost instantly. It wasn’t so easy for him though. He lay awake, thinking of how ironic it was that through all this, he had started to be able to understand what it was that drove her desire for bondage. It wasn’t just about silly leather gear and being tied up and unable to move, it was about placing herself completely in the control of her lover and showing that she trusted him completely. And he had proved himself unworthy of that trust. He had let her down in the most careless and stupid of ways, and he hated himself for it. But his self-loathing was also fuelled by the way he had allowed himself to be caught up in the master-slave thing. He should have left this place when he had the chance. He should have kept himself under control and thought with his head, and not his dick. He knew something like this would happen, just like it had with Gina, and yet he had joined in with her game and fed her addiction. A couple of days ago she was happy just to be in a straitjacket. Today that wasn’t enough. She wanted nipple clamps, and then a butt plug. A fucking butt plug for Christ’s sake. And he himself had lubed it up and pushed it into her. Well no more. Tomorrow they were leaving. If there was no boat then they would get the helicopter, no matter how much it cost. There would be no subterfuge, no windsurfing distractions, and no sex. He had to get her away from here. Surely now, she could understand the reasons why.