Background Stephen and Gina are a couple in aged in their thirties, reasonably affluent despite a young family and living in the United Kingdom. Strongly heterosexual and happily married they nevertheless have some interesting tastes when it comes to sexual activities. This story takes place on a weekend when the children are away…… Part 1 – The weekend commences
Five o-clock on a Friday afternoon is for most people going home time but for Stephen and Gina it was part way into the start of their holiday weekend at Fantasy Unlimited. They had caught the afternoon ferry and driven the short distance from Zeebrugge to Eekloo in the Flanders region of northern Belgium and had almost reached the suburban hotel that was their destination. They had booked with Fantasy Unlimited who, taking advantage of liberal continental laws, cater for couples interested in that broad spectrum of the erotic pleasures generally known as fetish by offering a range of escapist holidays. The breakaways are very popular, highly erotic and always fully booked well in advance. Although Stephen and Gina had been on weekend escapes before this weekend things were slightly different, as they were to test out a new “mystery” weekend holiday option and would be spending the weekend with no prior knowledge of, or detailed control over, what was planned. They had filled in personal fantasy questionnaires and mailed them back a few days ago therefore they knew the weekend would be tailored to their personal desires, but which ones? After parking the car at the rear of the ivy clad hotel they approached Reception and rang the bell on the Desk. Apprehensive, but excited, they had no idea of what was to come. All the joining instructions said with regard to clothing was “Pack light, all clothing will be provided for your stay from your arrival to your departure”. As far as the content of the weekend’s experience was concerned the information was contained in the simple statement, “Wait to be pleasured” A maid approached and led them to a room on the first floor that was to be their base for the weekend. Not just an ordinary maid of course this is, after all, a fetish holiday hotel and her costume was appropriate. Her whole image was of control and purpose. Beginning with towering thigh boots in glossy black leather with five inch heels and a crossing pattern of laces the eye was drawn upwards over sheer black nylon clad thighs to the briefest of mini dresses also in glossy black. With a white blouse emphasising her nipped in waist Stephen couldn’t help but be aroused whilst Gina was thoughtful. On arrival at the bedroom the maid introduced herself as Helen and told them to undress and put on the suits laid out on the bed. As they undressed she helped hang up their arrival clothes in the wardrobe. The suits were tight fitting rubber catsuits, complete with feet and mittens, and Stephen and Gina began to dress. Helen asked them to put on the long opera length rubber gloves before they slipped their arms into the sleeves of the cat suit. Once the suits were on they found that their top halves were completely enclosed in the rubber. Helen zipped up the back of the suits before opening a further cupboard to get out the rest of Stephen and Gina’s costumes. Seeing what they were to wear they gasped but realised that they had to go on. Both were in fact beginning to enjoy the sensations of the costumes which they wore themselves at home as often as they could be free of the children. The hoods they now saw were however not what they had ever chosen for themselves. These were sensation restricting and Helen advised them that for the first part of the evening they were to be unaware of their surroundings. Further gasps of amazement came from both of them but giving each other a kiss they continued to dress with bravado. The hoods had thickly padded earpieces and no eye holes so that the wearer was isolated from sight and sound, although the mouth was kept completely clear for safety and breathing. Just before the hoods were finally eased into place Helen advised them of their safety codeword and pointed out that radio links were in the helmets so they would be aware of some of what was to happen to them. Then she secured the hoods and suits so that Stephen and Gina were alone with their thoughts and sensations. Helen now had the two of them in an isolated state and summoned in Claire to assist with the rest of the dressing. Corsets were extended around them and laced tightly into place bringing mild sighs of delight from Gina and gasps of astonishment from Stephen for whom, despite being mildly transvestite, the experience of being tightly corseted was totally new. “I think I like it,” he gasped, “but I’ll let you know”. The final garments fitted were the same long thigh boots that the maids wore and again Stephen faced totally new sensations. Yes he had worn heels before but never such long, strong thigh boots. Standing them upright the maids moved them face to face and placing them into a hug picked up the microphone and spoke commandingly, “Kiss now please”. Both kissed the offered mouth although neither was sure that the mouth they were kissing was that of their partner. After a short period of hungry kissing Stephen and Gina felt themselves being separated and being led by the hand. For Gina, used to high heels, walking in the long boots wasn’t difficult but for Stephen some swaying was evident but he was managing. With the leather boots stiffening his stride and the heels arching his feet he was keeping upright with difficulty. After a short walk, although they did not know it, they were in the bondage room and being readied for the equipment. Cocooned inside the hoods all they were aware of was that the walk had stopped until the voice in the headphones said, “You are now being prepared for bondage, relax please.” Hands explored their bodies and steered them towards the equipment. For Stephen they had selected a St Andrew’s cross and he felt himself being gently inched backwards until the wood touched his spine. A belt was wrapped around his middle and the fastenings began. Helen gently spread his ankles to full stretch before fastening further straps around them and also further straps at knee and thigh level. His arms were pulled up above his head and also efficiently strapped into an extended X position. Unable to move he just had to wait for whatever was to follow. Gina meanwhile was being gently assisted onto a rack although of course she was unaware of that just yet. With her legs and arms spread into a gently spread X, straps were passed around wrist and ankles before the pressure began. The rack at Fetish Unlimited is not an extreme torture machine, but it is a pressure device all the same. Gina soon began to experience a tension throughout her body, which she found strange but relaxing. With them still in the bondage positions the two maids gently stroked and massaged their bodies, sometimes leaving them alone, then touching in unexpected positions. Stephen and Gina were in isolation and found the unexpected touches pleasurable if unpredictable. After a quarter of an hour or so the maids switched on vibrators and began to work on the couple in earnest. As the vibrators rubbed and buzzed over their bodies arousal became intense. Gina had some room to move on her back and bucked and squirmed in an attempt to bring the vibrator into contact with her dripping hot spot. The maids left Stephen to groan in frustration and brought both vibrators to bear on Gina’s breasts and thighs. Her moans increased to shrieks and with a wild yell of ecstasy she climaxed stretching her bonds to their ultimate. Picking up the radio microphone Claire spoke gently to her and, stroking her gently brought her gradually down from her explosive peak. Helen turned to Stephen who was of course how highly frustrated having been brought almost to a climax by the gentle rubbing and then left once again alone. Suddenly the vibrator moved up his thighs as Helen expertly ran it up and down, circling across the thighs and stomach to get nearer and nearer to his monster erection. He too reached a screaming peak of frustration before exploding in triumph. Fire burned along his shaft as the vibrator drew him out in spasms of pulsing cream. Suddenly limp he slumped in his bonds and Helen knew it was time to move on to the next stage of the evening. Unfastening their charges the maids lead them back to their room and began the change for the next phase of the weekend. As the helmets were lifted from their heads and they could see again they glanced at each other. Both could tell by the others flushed complexion that they had both peaked. They cuddled and whispered to each other as the maids deftly unlaced the corsets and boots. Their suits were peeled off leaving both nude. “Take a shower now before dinner,” said Claire," I’ll be back in twenty minutes for the next stage in your weekend of discovery."
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