On the Water part 16
Not knowing what was happening to Ben and Amy, Laura and I entered through the
gate wearing nothing but our masks which were still required. At least I wore
nothing but my mask, Laura also wore her bondage which I put back on her after
removing her outfit.
Her nipples were still clamped and still supported the large chain that
connected them. Her hands were still connected to her nipples with even more
chain and were still connected to each other as well, and she still worn those
tiny manacles on her big toes keeping her in a hobble.
She looked beautiful and very, very nervous. She could raise her hands to cover
her tits but there was nothing she could do about her fair haired pussy. With
her golden hair falling in waves behind her she looked wonderful.
Never before had either of us been nude in front of so many people, it was an
adventure for both of us.
What made it easy though was that EVERYBODY was naked as well. If we had to walk
like this through a crowd this size of dressed people I doubt we could have done
it. But in THIS group we were simply two more naked bodies.
We did get looks though, but that was only because of Laura's bondage. To her
embarrassment and continued arousal (which I found out about later), people
would come up to us and comment on her chains, her body and her good behavior.
Yes, that's what I said, good behavior. It was only after the second or third
statement about it that I realized that Laura had slipped into one of her deeper
slave modes.
She walked on tip toe slightly behind me, her toe hobble forcing quick steps
from her. Her head she kept lowered slightly, using her eyes to rubberneck
instead.
When ever we stopped she would drop to her knees and remain there until I
started walking again.
When I saw this I felt a great deal of pride, a pride which only increased the
more I heard good things about her.
This boosted my confidence which helped me play my role as her Master much
better. I was no longer nervous about walking around with my tackle exposed.
Instead I was a Dominant, a man in control, visiting with new friends and
proudly showing off the person most precious to me.
Laura told me later that my getting into the role helped her too. She also
forgot that she was naked for the first time in front of so many strangers and
instead let herself go, displaying what she had earlier thought of hiding,
obeying the rules we had established over time without giving them another
thought, and most importantly loving me for obviously expressing my love for her
to all these people.
If you cant understand why she would love me for having her walk around naked
and bound in front of strangers and talk about her in glowing terms, then
perhaps you're reading the wrong kind of story.
I cant say I truly understand it myself, not being a submissive. But I do know
that my love for her became even more fully realized at that party. It wasn't
just because she WAS the kind of woman that would let me do that kind of thing
to her, but more because I knew then that she had found a part of herself that
gave her great joy and that she trusted me enough to let that joy flow out
knowing that I would accept it and protect her.
Confused?
Well that's love!
Stepping out into that accepting crowd was like coming out of the closet. We
both felt finally free to be ourselves, the bondage of repression and ignorance
finally falling away.
Oh how could we go home now!
So we mingled, and I drank, a little too much I thought later. We both enjoyed
the eye candy surrounding us and knew that others enjoyed looking at us...well
Laura mostly, I'm no catch.
There was one person I was surprised and pleased to see. It was the long haired
woman who had danced with Laura and Amy earlier.
She was sitting in a patio chair by a pool side table. I saw that her bangles
were still on and that someone had connected her hands together with a small
padlock. Her feet were also connected. She sat holding a drink to her lips,
putting it down on the table with both hands.
She was absolutely stunning.
"Wasn't she one of your fellow dancers?" I asked my wife, pointing the amazing
woman out.
"Yes, Master. Her name is Sehani and she is down here with her husband. They
come every year." Laura replied.
"Ah!" I said. If I had ever been tempted to consider building a stable of
women, as some of the other guests here obviously had, I would have started with
this one. But alas her being married meant that this fantasy at least was not to
be. I chuckled, wondering what I would have done with her once we got home
anyway!
"What's so funny, Master?" Laura asked.
"Oh, just trying to figure out which head I'm supposed to be thinking with!"
"Oh...she is beautiful. I understand, Master."
Something about her tone upset me. It was one thing to be submissive but quite
another to give up all self worth. I couldn't imagine Laura ever doing that but
the way she accepted how I looked at another woman disturbed me.
I crouched down to where she was kneeling.
"Laura, I'm only going to say this once. Cut it out! I know what's going on
inside that golden head of yours and I wont have it. Remember who you are and
what you mean to me!"
Laura met my eyes for just a brief moment. "Yes, Master."
"And cut that 'Master' crap. You know I don't care for it!"
"But I thought...yes, Sir."
I kissed her, maintaining the kiss until I felt Laura really respond to it,
before getting her to her feet so we could keep on moving.
I walked us away from the pool and the temptation beside it and out into a large
garden.
All around us the people were showing their affections for each other in various
ways, we had evidently walked into the orgy section of the party.
I cant say we weren't affected by what we saw and heard, I was at full mast and
Laura's thin pubic hair did nothing to hide her arousal although she had been
moderately stimulated since we came in.
Many of the couples and triples and the odd mass of arms and legs that defied
counting also used bondage and those were the groups that interested us the
most.
I was very tempted to drop right where we were and join them.
But I still didn't want to give Laura any sexual release yet. I knew that the
longer she waited the better it would be for her. I was going for a world
record!
But there was nothing that said I had to wait!
I stopped walking and Laura obediently dropped to her knees on the grass behind
me.
I turned and let my penis stick out straight and true right in front of her
face.
Laura glanced up at my face after a moment and saw my expression. I was waiting
to see if she would do what I wanted without my having to tell her.
She glanced about at the copulating masses and then closing her eyes took me
into her mouth.
"Open your eyes." I told her. "Look at my face."
She did so, and our eyes met as she worked her well practiced lips and tongue
over my shaft. I watched her for a moment, savoring the feeling of her wet
mouth surrounding me, then I deliberately looked away at the people surrounding
us.
As she drew me closer and closer to orgasm I resisted the urge to look back at
her, knowing that she was doing as I asked and kept her eyes on my face. But as
I came I did look and saw that the nervous look she had about performing such an
intimate act before a garden full of strangers was now replaced by that look of
joy I knew so well.
I smiled an laughed and immersed myself in the bliss of the moment.
She cleaned me off, silently, before I helped her to her feet once more and we
continued on, eyes only for each other now.
Beyond the orgy we found other smaller groups, one of which caught my attention.
A bald Japanese man in a black silk mask was holding court of a sort for about a
dozen people. He looked too young to be bald, about my age or just a little
older, yet it suited him in a way I couldn't identify. What attracted him and
his group to me though was what he was doing.
It was another demonstration like those Ben and I had witnessed earlier. But
this one was on Japanese rope bondage, where the art of physical restraint
really was considered an art.
He had just finished up tying a volunteer, a young woman who now had her arms
held helplessly behind her in a rope single sleeve. Her Domme took her in her
arms and kissed her, hooking a finger in the young woman's clit ring.
"Thank you, Hiro." The Domme said with a sly smile.
The Japanese smiled and offered a slight bow. "Any time you wish to try this
yourself!" he said, his English very good.
The Domme laughed and led her captive away by her clit ring, the smiling girl
hurrying to keep up.
"That was pretty impressive!" one of the men in the circle said.
"A simple tie. I have more rope should you like to see something more
complicated. All I need is another volunteer."
The people around us murmured, discussing who should go next. I decided for
them.
"I volunteer my wife!" I said, stepping to one side so that they could clearly
see her kneeling beside me.
Laura looked up and began to blush. I had just brought her into the spotlight
and I bet she felt her nudity again.
I got her to stand and heard some more comments about her looks and bondage
which I liked.
The Japanese was also standing, and his eyes gave Laura a quick but thorough
once over.
"She will do nicely, if you can relieve her of her current bonds first." he
said.
The key was still on it's chain about my neck, and in moments everything but her
collar and those Ben Wa balls in her pussy was gone from her.
She looked a little awkward for a moment now that she wasn't forced to keep her
hands in one position. Then she lifted her arms and put her hands behind her
head. She parted her legs and pushed out her chest a bit too, showing off. She
was still blushing furiously but there was excitement in her eyes.
I could see all of the men and some of the women admiring her and again I was
proud of her. It didn't even occur to me then that these people were probably
thinking sexual thoughts about my wife. But then if that kind of thing was going
to bother me I wouldn't have been at this party in the first place.
I gave Laura a pat on the cheek, one of her striped ones of course, and sent her
into the circle to meet her fate.
As she padded over it occurred to me that we were crossing yet another boundary.
I was letting a complete stranger tie up my naked wife, his hands obviously
would be touching her while he did so.
Wow!
The Japanese took a good look at her before he started.
"The hair will have to go." he said.
He bent low to a pile of rope and selected one that wasn't too long.
I saw Laura sneak a peak at the naked Japanese, as if she hadn't seen enough
cocks this evening.
"Keep your hands where they are." he ordered her.
"Yes, Sir." she replied. Good girl.
He took one end of the rope he had pulled and, gathering her long hair into one
large pony tail, tied it to her golden locks.
We were standing under a tree and he tossed the rope over a branch above us,
pulling on the slack until all her hair was raised above her head. He tied it
off.
"Hair can be beautiful, but impractical at times." he said.
He pulled another rope and doubled it, folding it in half.
"We will begin," he said, "watch."
Everyone was paying attention now and we watched as he wrapped the looped end of
his double rope around Laura's waist, tucking the loop under the rope at the
small of her back.
He brought the ends of the rope between her legs from behind and up in front of
her, tucking them under her waist rope before pulling them back through her legs
again and up behind her.
Laura now had four strands of rope snug against her pussy and ass. I caught her
eye and she smiled nervously at me.
Working in silence the Japanese turned Laura so that her back was visible to us
all and he brought her arms down.
He placed them together behind her back, folded so that her fingers just reached
the opposite elbow, her forearms together.
Then he used the rest of the rope to bind her hands together, wrapping the rope
around her forearms and around her upper arms too until they were locked solid
behind her.
"Do not pull yet." he said to her, and Laura nodded. He could tell as could
most of us that she was very turned on and wanted to make use of the crotch
ropes.
He pulled another rope from the pile, doubled it, and tied the looped end around
the ropes binding her wrists. He brought this rope up her back and between her
shoulder blades tied a knot in the two strands, binding them together.
He passed each strand over her shoulders, one on each side of her neck and then
turned her to face us again.
Just below her neck he tied the strands together with another knot, then one
more knot was tied between her breasts, the ropes now falling in a straight line
directly between those sweet globes.
Yet another knot was tied below her breasts and a last one at about the height
of her belly button. Then the Japanese tucked what was leftover partially under
her waist rope. I wondered why he didn't tie them there.
He pulled a third rope from the pile, but this one he didn't double. Instead he
turned her once more and tied one end of this rope to one of the ropes running
up her back, below the knot he had tied there earlier.
He turned Laura again and brought the rope around her side, over her upper arm
and threaded it through the gap between the two ropes coming down from her neck,
between the first two knots he had tied. This held the rope above her breast.
He pulled the rope through until it was snug and then went back the way he had
come, threading the rope through the same gap behind her back before coming
around her other side.
He threaded the rope through the same gap he had used up front and when he
pulled it back it pulled the two strands that fell from her neck into a diamond
shape.
There were lots of smiles from the group when they saw that.
Our rope expert went behind Laura again and repeated the whole process with the
next gap down, incidentally tightening the ropes against her breasts in a nice
bit of breast bondage.
He worked his way down her torso like this until he reached her waist where he
tied off the end of the rope behind her.
Laura now had a set of diamonds made out of rope falling from her neck to her
waist and her hands and arms were very well tied against her body.
The Japanese wasn't quite don't though. He took the two ends that he had only
tucked in and pulled them all the way under the waist rope. These he pulled
hard on and Laura gasped as the ropes about her tightened up.
He tied them in place.
Then he turned her once more and we could see that there was still a little rope
left in the single strand he had used to create the diamonds with. This he
threaded through the loop he had tucked under her waist rope to hold it up and
pulled hard on it, tightening her crotch rope. He tied it off then untied the
rope holding her hair.
"Simple, but effective and quite beautiful." he said with a small smile.
Everybody clapped.
Laura stood still, her mind and body exploring her bondage.
"You were a good, obedient subject. You may go now." our host said.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Laura replied, and she walked back to me. The way she
walked I could tell she was really feeling those Ben Wa balls.
"How does it feel?" I asked her as we walked away.
"Wonderful...so tight and the ropes between my legs are fantastic!" She was
panting with desire, her nipples like hard little rocks.
I stopped her and sucked on them, getting an instant moan from her. God she was
making me hard!
"Please...Sir...let me cum!" she begged.
I had been carrying the chains and cuffs I had taken from her. I held them up to
her face.
"I'm tired of carrying these." I said with a smile. To her horror I clipped her
nipple clips back onto her very swollen nipples and let everything hang. The
clips were tight enough to take the weight but not enough to really hurt, but I
bet the swinging chains were playing havoc with her senses.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned, her feet shifting, her eyes closed.
I wished she had a clit ring I could lead her around by.
Instead I took her toe hobble and locked one tiny manacle to the chain between
her breasts, I used the other one to pull her along with and my wife stumbled
along behind me, eager to keep the added tension I was putting on her bound
breasts down.
I knew she wouldn't last much longer and I had a quick thought about how I was
going to eventually give her release. My problem was solved when I saw an empty
seat.
I led Laura over to it and sat down.
"Over my lap, slave!" I ordered and she practically threw herself at me, landing
face down with her butt high in the air. I arranged her so that her chains hung
free, pulling her breasts downward. Then, holding tight to those chains with
one hand I began to spank her moderately hard.
As I hit the still tender welt on her ass she would jump and yelp, but she
wouldn't jump far because her nipples held her down, trapped in the chains I
held in one hand.
Each spank caused her pain and stimulation in two points, something I know she
loves.
I kept up my spanking, varying the strengths and the target each time and Laura
began her song of passion, her eyes tightly shut, her bound hands now fists, her
unbound legs spread wide and getting wider by the second.
Other people who were nearby stopped to watch as I kept spanking and were
witness to Laura trying to hump my leg as she tried to gain even more
stimulation from her crotch ropes.
I spanked her even harder now, not caring if I was hitting her welt, and she
bucked about on my lap with enthusiasm. Her buttocks were bright red and my hand
was getting sore when she finally came, grunting almost as loud as Amy as the
torrent of passion overwhelmed her. From the way she bucked about she must have
had a multiple, and she almost tore the chains out of my other hand. Her
nipples and breasts were really going to hurt when she came down.
I put my hand on her hot little rump and began rubbing, watching as the love of
my life slowly came down. She was limp over my lap, breathing heavily,
exhausted.
Many of the folk around us smiled and went back to what they were doing but one
young lady kept watching us.
She was a well proportioned young woman, her breasts large but with the tiniest
nipples I had ever seen. Her hair was very short, like a boy's, and like Amy she
had no pubic hair.
She wore a leather mask that covered her eyes and nose.
She padded over to us and sat on the seat beside me.
I was a little surprised.
Laura couldn't see her because the girl sat at her lower end. Besides in her
state I doubt she would have noticed anyway.
"Hi." said the girl.
"Hey!" I said, wondering what she wanted. She looked to be about nineteen but I
hoped she was older than that. I noticed that a small padlock kept her mask from
being unfastened. There was also something around her neck, maybe the thinest
collar I had ever seen. It looked like not much more than a piece of wire, but
it did have shape and looked tough.
The girl was staring at Laura's red ass, the four stands of rope dividing her
two globes. "May I touch, Sir?" she asked.
I stopped rubbing and took my hand away. Curious, I nodded.
She reached out and let her small fingers caress Laura's cheeks, tracing the
welt left by the cane.
"Hot." she said.
I nodded again.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Don. What's yours?"
The girl glanced away for a second. "Is she yours?"
I nodded. "This is Laura, my wife."
The girl nodded and shaped the name Laura with her lips.
I looked at Laura, catching her eye now that her senses were coming back to her.
She looked happy and curious as to who I was talking with. She told me later
that the only reason she wasn't embarrassed about how she looked was because the
ropes covered her pussy pretty well.
"Are you from the big boat in the bay?" the girl asked me.
"No, but we're parked right next to it. Our boat is called the 'Kajira'." I
replied.
"Oh." She continued to caress Laura's backside for a moment longer and then
stood up. "Thank you, Sir." she said and ran off, her young naked body looking
elegant in it's motion.
"Who was that?" Laura asked.
"I don't know. But then you get to meet all sorts at one of these events." I
replied. I helped her to stand and she stood on rubbery legs.
"Wow! That was incredible!" she said with a smile.
"I know," I replied with a grin, "everybody thought so!"
Laura looked around, her face in a panic. I think that only now she had realized
that her sexual release had been publicly viewed by dozens of people. She
turned a bright red.
"Oh God...can we go?" she said.
"What happened to the slave girl I came in here with?" I asked her, noting her
change in personality with a smile.
"She just...er...please Sir, can we go back to the boat?"
I laughed. "Sure. I'm getting sleepy anyway."
"Thank you Sir. Sir, could a slave ask to be untied?"
"Are you uncomfortable in those ropes?"
Laura pulled a little at her rope bondage, none of the ropes having moved an
iota since being put on her. "No, not really." she said honestly.
"Well I want to show Ben how you look, so the ropes stay on."
"Yes, Sir." Laura said with a sigh.
I laughed again and took the tiny leash I had made out of her toe hobbles and
with a yelp Laura followed me home to the 'Kajira'.
End of Part 16.