His slave, who was by now staring agog at the steel contraption she was expected to wear indefinitely, didn't seem pleased by this turn of events. Throwing herself down in front of her master she proceeded to plead and sob for his forgiveness, asking for just about any punishment bar the one he had in mind for her. If it had been me I'd have probably walked away at that point, but she didn't seem to be going anywhere, which told me she was probably madly in love with the man in front of her. But if that was the case, why had she cheated on him? It didn't make sense.
Carlisle continued to ignore her, and instead addressed us again. "It's an ingenious design, ladies and gentlemen. The adjustable bands and belts all have their own padlocks, making any attempt at masturbation impossible, and the interconnecting chains will restrict her movement, ensuring that if she decides to run, she won't run far." He winked at us, but I paid him no attention. My eyes were locked on the girl in front of him who was still sobbing her heart out.
"So, what do you say, slave? Are you ready to accept your punishment or are you going to walk?" Finally, his eyes had turned towards the girl who was writhing hysterically in front of him, and it didn't seem like she would be able to compose herself any time soon. When Carlisle got bored of waiting for her to answer he shouted, "Enough!" It seemed to do the trick. She immediately stopped bawling and looked up at him with large brown eyes that were swimming with tears.
"What's it to be? Are you walking or are we going to get you fastened into this beast?" It was obvious she was between a rock and a very hard place because she looked completely horrified at the choice before her. Carlisle didn't seem to be a patient man though. "Answer now, or I walk. Your choice." He began putting the suit back in the bag and fastening the Velcro tabs, but just before he put the strap over his shoulder she caught his arm.
"Don't go." She shook her head and sniffed. Taking a deep breath so she could get enough air to continue, she then said, "I'll wear the suit." I had no idea how she could even contemplate wearing such a thing, but her mind seemed to be made up, for she nodded her head.
"Up you get then."
Putting the suit on was a laborious process. Everything had a padlock attached to it. First of all there was a collar, then a stainless steel bra, a belt, and wrists and thigh cuffs. Everything had to be adjusted manually before it was securely locked in place. The chains that would restrict her movement were everywhere. They trailed down from the collar to the bra, and from the bra they attached to the belt at her waist, and then down to the wrist and thigh cuffs. There was no way she would be able to wear clothes over it, and she was all but crippled for the time being. The short chain between the thigh cuffs would mean that she would have to shuffle her feet to walk, and even brushing her hair would be impossible, due to the way the arm cuffs were fastened to her belt with a similar short chain. The whole set up was diabolical in my opinion.
While Carlisle was carefully fitting each metal strap in its correct place and fastening each lock with a small gold padlock, Mark's fingers between my legs were going crazy. Concentrating on the pair in front of me was almost impossible, and judging by the squeaks of excitement beside me, Johanna was feeling the same.
"Stop it," I hissed at Mark, anxious to find out how this spectacle would end. That was my first mistake.
"Oh, I can't stop now, sweetheart. If I did I might have to put you in one of those suits myself." My clit was throbbing and begging for some kind of release, but Mark was too good. He knew exactly what kind of pressure to apply and how to keep me hovering on the edge of madness. Tightly pressing my legs together had no effect on him either. His hands refused to budge from their mooring. The man was an ogre.
"You and whose army?" I growled, and I meant it. Watching the thick silver belt come down tight across the slave girl's pussy sent sparks of something hot and molten deep inside me, and I swear anyone trying to put me in one of those things would probably get their eyes torn out.
"I bet I could get you into one of those," Mark murmured in my ear. I rolled my eyes. Thankfully it was so dark there was no chance he'd be able to see it.
"I saw that." His teeth latched on to my neck and gave me a small bite.
"Saw what?" I replied, the picture of innocence.
"The eye roll. I can read minds. Remember that." Yeah right.
As the steel bra was attached firmly around the slave's chest and tightened, I hitched in a tight breath and began to see stars. I was about to come, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Even after a year of being under Mark's tutelage, I still couldn't get over the shame and embarrassment of climaxing in public. Maybe one day I'd overcome it, but that day was several years away.
"Stop overthinking. Just let go."
"No." I pinned my legs tighter together around his hand, and he laughed. Johanna chose that moment to orgasm beside me, and her muffled squeaks and moans further enflamed the fires that were burning me up from the inside out. Nearly cursing aloud I checked myself just in time and swore a strip of very fine cuss words silently in my head. Score one for me - finally.
When Carlisle was happy he'd adjusted the suit to perfection and was confident his slave had absolutely no access to the more delicate parts of her anatomy, he made her parade up and down the stage for the amusement of the audience. Her short, mincing steps looked painful and awkward, and it was clear the suit was going to be a challenge for her. Arms had to be forward at all times, head held high, and due to the chains and belts between her legs, she had to be very careful how she walked. Even small distances were going to be a challenge for her in this new outfit.
"How does it feel, filthy slut?" Carlisle was enjoying himself, that much was clear. There was now a kind of maniacal madness in his eyes that I didn't much like. I was starting to think his slave had made a very poor decision in her choice of partner.
When she looked up at him with a terrified expression, almost cowering as he towered over her, I wanted to yell at her to run. Unfortunately I did no such thing. Mark had just tipped my body over the edge and I was in the throes of orgasm, so it was all I could do to make sure I wasn't screaming the place down for another reason entirely. Clamping my lips shut and trying my best not to wriggle around I kept my eyes focused on the couple in the spotlight, and held my breath.
"Well?" he repeated, anxious to hear the answer to his question.
"It feels awful," she finally managed to wail. "Tight and restrictive, heavy and hard." She lifted her arms and legs experimentally as if hoping the suit might fly up and leave her. It did no such thing. She had probably just signed up to spend months in the cumbersome contraption, and it looked like she had only just realised it.
"Well, that's too bad," said Carlisle, "because I think I like that look on you." He nodded to the audience and gave us a wolf-like grin. "What do you think, ladies and gentlemen? Is it a good look on her? While some of the women yelled no, the majority of the crowd shouted the opposite. It seemed he'd worked us up into quite a fervour, one way or another.
"Yes, I thought you'd like it." He then held up the small key for all to see. "I think she looks amazing. So much so, that I might want to keep her like that forever." He nodded, long and slow. Johanna and I, who were slowly coming down from our post-orgasmic highs, nearly choked.
Carlisle looked about in the big black bag and quickly pulled out a pair of pliers. Johanna turned to face me with a quizzical expression, and I was equally clueless. Obviously, we weren't thinking very clearly at that point because I'm pretty sure Dominic and Mark knew exactly what was going to happen next.
Placing the key between the jaws of the pliers, Master Carlisle proceeded to chop it in half. The shocked gasps of the audience rang around the auditorium just before the lights blacked out.
Chapter Eleven - Mark
"Relax. Those guys are actors. They've been leading you on a merry dance the whole time."
My wife looked like she'd just seen a ghost, and I was trying my best to calm her down. I probably should have told
her what to expect before we entered the room, but where would the fun be in that? At the moment Jennifer looked ready to commit murder, and I didn't think Johanna would be far behind her.
"What? That was all staged?" Johanna shook her head in amazement for a moment, before a slow smile replaced her frown. "Well - they had me. Did you realise it was all an act, Jen?" She was still holding my wife's hand and hadn't let go of it since we'd left the theatre. I wanted it back but was too polite to say so.
"Oh my God, I've been nearly in tears watching that, and now you tell me it's all pretend?" Uh-oh. It looked like I was about to get my wife's hand back, but not in a good way. I got ready to duck. "Mark, you complete bastard. I believed every single word in there." Ducking did no good. Jen lumped me in the stomach, and I winced.
"Darling, your spanking tally is not looking good," I said tightly. "How many are we at now? Twenty thousand, two hundred and fifty?" I gave her a fierce look to let her know I meant business.
"You've just added two thousand. It was twenty thousand and fifty yesterday," she said, her eyebrows furrowing downwards.
"You got two thousand for hitting me just a second ago, so let that be a lesson to you." That was accompanied by another look.
She rolled her eyes and was about to say something before I said, "Twenty thousand, three hundred now. Want to earn some more?" I brought out the gag that had been burning a hole in my pocket. "Tell you what, before you say anything else that is almost guaranteed to get your ass in trouble, what say you wear this for me?" It wasn't really a question. I had it in her mouth before she could utter a sound and I made quick work of fastening the buckle behind her head. Lots of garbled complaints followed, but it made little difference by that point. The deed had been done.
Dominic cleared the air. "What do you want to do now?" He looked at Johanna with amusement and bit his lip. I didn't know what he was laughing at. His partner looked equally mad, and if he wasn't lucky, he was going to get some in a minute.
"Well, I thought we'd venture over to the main event, seeing as we've got the girls all dressed up," I said. Dominic put a finger to his lips to prevent himself from laughing. Johanna obviously had no idea what was going on, for she gave him an odd look.
"Don't look at me like that, or you're going to get some of what she's having." He held up a black ball gag, almost identical to the one I'd placed on Jen, bar the colour. Great minds thought alike. I resisted the urge to smirk.
"You wouldn't," she said, backing away in a hurry.
"Oh, I absolutely would. Now be a good girl and do as you're told. I think you and Jen are very much going to enjoy the next exhibit. It's going to be right up your street, so to speak." Dominic put a finger to his lips, cautioning Johanna not to speak, and amazingly she obeyed him. We then ambled over to the main arena, grabbing another glass of champagne on our way, which of course Jen couldn't have, much to her great displeasure. I pretended not to notice. Besides, in a few minutes that would be the last thing on her mind.
Before we knew it we were back in cardboard cut-out Paris again, ambling along Parisian sidewalks with not a care in the world. Someone was playing the accordion, and there were a few street vendors around discreetly trying to entice us into their "shops". We were not interested this time around. Making a beeline for the main arena, which was located down some steps under a glimmering pyramid, near a very authentic Musee Du Louvre, we descended into darkness again. This time it didn't last long. As soon as we reached the last step and pushed aside the black velvet curtains, bright lights assaulted our eyes, and for a minute no one could see a thing. Blinking the bright glare away, it didn't take long before the massive room revealed its secrets - and there were quite a few of them.
My eyes weren't concentrated on what the room had to offer, though. I wanted to see what Jennifer would make of it all. Would she want to compete with all the others, or would she prefer to stay by my side? Did I mind which option she chose? Good question. But no, tonight was her night as much as it was mine, and I wanted her to have a good time. Please let her enjoy this, I silently begged.
Jen, who had now managed to refocus her eyes, was looking around the room as if someone had told her there was a psychopath on the loose. It wasn't fear exactly, more apprehension, and I could understand that. This was probably a lot to take in all at once.
"It's a pet show. The biggest human pet show in the UK," I said, waving my hand around in a large arc. "Owners bring their pets in to be examined and judged. Some complete exercises, others just stay in their cage. It all depends on what they're comfortable with. In this room we have ponies, dogs, cats, wolves, foxes, bears and many more. They are all here to play." Would Jen share their enthusiasm? "Don't worry. As promised, I haven't signed you up for anything." I crossed my hands together and performed a slicing motion, so she could relax for a second. "Just take your time and have a look around."
Jen pointed to her gag hopefully, but I shook my head. "Pets aren't allowed to talk. If you can't be trusted to be mute, you wear the gag. Now go and have some fun. I'll be right behind you." It was all the encouragement she needed. Taking Johanna's hand, they explored the room together, while Dominic and I trailed behind them. The first exhibits were cages upon cages of cats and dogs. They had all been placed upon tables for easy viewing, and not a single one of them could keep still. Most of them had been gagged, just like Jennifer, but there was still the odd little mewl and snuffle as we walked around them. No two pets were the same, of course, and Jen found each and every one of them fascinating. Some wore makeup, some had studs, and some were chained by their leash to the bars of the cage, while others sported wrists and ankle cuffs attached to eyebolts at the bottom. There was a lot of bondage tape going around in various colours, and this was generally applied by folding ankles up to buttocks and wrists up to shoulders, to make the human subjects closer resemble their chosen animal. A lot wore specially designed shoes and mittens, and a few of the females had clothing similar to Jennifer's; little skirts and bra tops that revealed more than they hid.
A couple of the cages also contained food and water, and we watched the pets munching and drinking with their noses scraping around their food bowls. Jen wrinkled her mouth up at this, so I saved that little snippet of information for future use. It would probably prove a useful punishment one day.
The exhibits were numerous, and we had only seen the front half of them after a good ten minutes' walk. When we finished the line and went down the rear of them, things got far more interesting. Well in my opinion, anyway.
I've always had a thing for pert backsides, and row upon row of them is a mouth-watering treat. Especially when most are recently tanned and blushing a most pleasing shade of bright pink. The multiple tails were quite something to behold, too. There were all sorts of differing thicknesses and lengths, some fur, others plastic or rubber. Some were stuck up high in the air, while others had their tails firmly between their legs. Jen and Johanna were fascinated.
"You can touch them, you know. They're going to be judged later, and this is the warm-up session. There will be hands all over them examining their form and posture, so you might as well have fun. I believe they enjoy that sort of thing." I winked at Jen, and she didn't need to be told twice. The bars of each cage were more than wide enough to insert a hand into them, and after a cautious attempt or two at petting and stroking a few specimens, Jen and Johanna soon got into the swing of things.
As was to be expected, they delighted in teasing the poor caged beasts. A tweak of a nipple here, a smack on a backside there, the occasional light fumble between their legs, and it wasn't long before the pair of them were lost in fits of laughter. Dominic and I let them have their fun. We'd be having the last laugh soon enough unless I was much mistaken, but we'd wait and see.
"You can make them climax if you want to, girls. They are on display for your amusement. Similarly, you can tease them mercilessly and leave them hanging; it's your choice." Up until now the women had been cautious wi
th the displayed pets. They'd been testing boundaries and getting bolder with each new toy they found. So as soon as they'd been given permission to do pretty much anything they wanted, their eyes lit up with mischief and I felt sorry for the next line of caged beasts. I had a feeling they were in for a rough ride.
Johanna and Jen spent the next half hour in tandem, using their hands and fingers to make as many animals squirm as they could. That meant four hands in one cage at a time, exploring as they tweaked, nipped, stroked and danced over every inch of exposed flesh they could find. Tail plugs were being pumped in and out, nipple clamps tugged and tightened, and they showed no preference between cocks and clitorises as their fingers ran riot - especially after they discovered the strategically placed bottles of lubricant that were dotted all over the place.
As the room around us began to fill with likewise-minded patrons, the girls became more and more aroused. Their nipples started to stand, their cheeks took on a rosy hue, and two sets of pupils became very dilated. I could already see a thin trickle of fluid seeping down Jen's legs, and I knew, without having to look, that her sex would be swollen and pulsing. This was what I had been hoping for, and sure enough, she now had that hungry look I love. Soon I would have a question for her, but for now I was quite content to sit back and watch her work. I had to admit that I was pretty fired up just watching the pair of them play. Just a few more minutes and my wife would be where I wanted her. Well, I hoped so, anyway.
Jen and Johanna had more fun tormenting their subjects than doling out pleasure, although they did their fair share of both. They listened with rapt attention to every little squeak, moan, and whimper. Their fingers tugged hair, squeezed clits and gripped cocks. Squirming, shuddering, and bucking hips were the direct result of their actions. No one was immune to their charms, and it didn't much surprise me. They were both incredibly beautiful women.
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