Author's Note: We all do things on holiday that we wouldn't do in our everyday lives including the adoption of local customs or dress. Some we recall fondly, others we might prefer to forget. In this story a professional couple 'go native' with surprising results.


We'd read it in the guide book but I'm not sure either of us believed it until we arrived at the city and saw it with our own eyes. However, it was true, there were guards at the gate stopping all visitors and ensuring all women who entered the city were restrained.

'Still want to go in ?' I looked at Sally, my wife, as she stood looking at an impressive array of handcuffs laid out on a stall. It was almost midday and the sun's glint off the shining steel as almost dazzling despite my sunglasses.

'I didn't get up at 4am and travel over 6 hours on a bus without aircon to give up now !' She flashed me a smile. 'But if we're going to do this I want to go in style.' She hooked a finger in my jacket and, turning her back on the handcuffs, lead me to another stall which sold other types of restraints including close fitting manacles, felt lined, instead of handcuffs and a variety of leather straps and bonds. This one stood in the shade and, though I guessed it would be a lot more expensive, I felt it was probably worth it just to stand out of the sun for a few minutes.

I watched her peruse the stall's wares, tracing her finger across the array of leather restraints much to the delight of the stallholder who gave a commentary on their relative virtues of comfort, softness and security while promising a fair price.

Eventually she select a long tan sheath that was clearly deigned to restrain both a woman's hands and arms behind her back and held it up for a better look. It had laces to pull it closed and two heavy tan straps to hold it in place.

'Ah, monoglove.' The stallholder positively gushed with pleasure. 'Very good choice, Mistress.'

'What do you think ?' She held the monoglove against her. 'Is it my colour ?'

We haggled with the stallholder and probably paid twice what it was worth but he did throw in a collar and leash for free and invited us further into the shade to help Sally 'dress'.

'So ?' Sally flashed another smile. 'Dress on or dress off ?'

This was something we had got from the guidebook too and had now had the opportunity to observe first hand. The women of the city wore garments made of leather straps that were part restraint and part clothing; our guidebook suggested that an equivalent for a visitor was to wear what it termed 'vintage style lingerie': bra, knickers, perhaps some sort of corset or cincher and, of course, suspenders. We'd both thought this was something to mislead gullible tourists but, as we'd got off the bus we'd seen several women in the sort of underwear that you wouldn't expect in this climate unless you were a true masochist. One or two had been wearing dresses over the top but most of them simply stood under parasols apparently enjoying their minimal clothing in the heat. A few of these wore collars and one had a pair of handcuffs still locked around one wrist, the other cuff dangling open. I'd tried to make a point of not looking them too closely but Sally could be in no doubt I'd noticed them and probably knew I'd enjoyed what I'd seen.

'If we're going to adopt the local customs I suppose the dress should come off.' I couldn't suppress the grin on my face at the thought of her shedding the thin silk print dress she was wearing to reveal what was underneath. 'Afterall, what woman wouldn't want to be displayed like this ?'

'Her for a start.' Sally jerked her thumb back towards the gate where an Australian girl in a bikini top and shorts was arguing about the need to be restrained with one of the city guards. Her language was particularly foul and I saw Sally grimace; it was the second time that day that Sally had shown her disapproval of the girl, the first was when she and her boyfriend had spent the first two hours of the journey snogging and clearly going much further than that despite the presence of others on the bus.

Like me, Sally is a history lecturer at Cambridge and well used to the antics of her students however, she expects a certain standard of behaviour in public.

The stallholder made a dismissive gesture towards the girl and his assistant offered me iced tea and a seat in the shade from which to watch the action. Smiling, I sat in a padded armchair, lifted my cup and watched my wife shed her dress. Sally has a gorgeous body with long legs and curves in all the right places. She spends time in the gym keeping herself in shape and, I would happily boast, has the body of a woman almost half her age, except that it is delightfully more experienced. Seeing her in the cream lingerie she was wearing just made me happy to be alive. Glancing at me she could clearly see how much I was enjoying this and with a rather forced frown threw her dress at me which I folded and put in our little overnight bag.

The tea was ice cold and sweet and, I think contained a little spirit, it was delicious and I sipped it while I watched Sally put her hands behind her back and allowed the stallholder to slide monoglove over her arms. The man was clearly skilled and, though I'd have thoroughly enjoyed applying the restraint myself I'd never used one and was glad I'd chosen to let him do it.

Thus, after some ten minutes of lacing and strapping, readjusting and tightening Sally's arms were perfectly packaged in a sheath of smooth leather, pinned behind her back, her elbows almost touching.

'Well, what do you think ?' She gave me a twirl, bending slightly as she lifted her bound arms thus providing me with a delightful flash of heavy cleavage served appetisingly in the lacy cone bra she wore and then the full curves of her lace clad bottom.

'Perfect.' I smiled, standing and putting down my tea cup. In my mind she was indeed perfect, the sheer seemed stockings to match the lingerie hitched to her suspender belt and the four inch heels were just the icing on a very delicious cake.

The stallholder passed me the collar and leash. Apparently this was something I was expected to do for myself.

'Don't think this is going to be regular experience.' Sally turned to face me as I lifted the collar to her throat.

'Oh.' I grinned. 'I was thinking we could start a fashion trend.' I brushed her shoulder length dark hair away from her neck and slid the collar around it. As I buckled it closed I'm sure I felt her give a little shudder though it certainly wasn't cold. Her cheeks seemed to flush too but then it was very hot. The collar had a D-ring and a leather flap with a slot in that closed over the buckles and, as I came to attach the leash the stall holder gave a polite cough. I turned to find him holding a small padlock which he clearly wanted me to use to lock the collar and leash in place.

I probably should have checked this was alright with Sally but the effect of the alcohol in the tea had lowered my inhibitions just enough that I took the lock and snapped it in place without question, pocketing the key he gave me. Then I clipped the leash too it.

I gave the stallholder a generous tip, paid his boy to take my bag to the hotel then took up my wife's leash before proceeding to lead her, clad in only her lingerie and heels, towards the city gate.

The guard gave us a slight bow as he shouldered his automatic rifle and allowed us to pass through the gate. His eyes were clearly drawn to my delicious charge and I could certainly forgive him for that but he didn't ogle her or make any sort of salacious comment; for him, this was normal.

Inside the gate was a short stone-lined tunnel, that in past times would have been used to repel any attackers that made it through the heavy wooden gates with their steel rivets and banding through which we had just passed.

Then, we passed though an archway and suddenly, were in the stifling heat and press of Mirkada. The sunlight dazzled again as we emerged from the dimness of the tunnel and the scents of spices and sweat and cloth and earth washed over us as we stood for a moment on the threshold of a new city.

Ahead of us was a wide avenue that lead towards the centre of the city. Men in dark robes hurried across our path, jostling with others in modern suits, however, the women who did indeed all seem to be restrained and, mostly, leashed seemed to glide past serenely despite the tumult around them.

To our left lay a market selling mostly food, wooden stalls shaded with canvas displayed fruits and vegetables, spices, bags of rice and wheatflour; the locals moved among them, examining and tasting the produce then haggling for the best price. To the right the sun was full on the street and the figures there kept to the sides of the street seeking shade.

Few of the citizens gave me a second glance in my linen suit but a some looked curiously at Sally as she stood, rather demurely, I thought, in her underwear and four inch heels with her arms sheathed behind her back on the stone pavement of the street that ran inside the walls. Despite Mirkada's tropical location, the citizens were mostly fair skinned and had red or blonde hair, a testament probably to their tenacious defense of the city historically and it's consequent isolation.

I could see now why the guidebook had recommended lingerie as the dress for women; many of the natives we could see did indeed wear garments made of leather straps; which were generally quite brief and left large areas of skin, including, in many cases, breasts exposed; some wore leather bras, usually conical or even metal ones though, generally these left their nipples exposed, few wore knickers though some sported kilts; a common garment seemed to be leather belt with straps hanging down to straps around the thigh, some of these held what looked like silk scarves to provide what we might consider modesty. A few of the belts had crotch straps and I found myself wondering whether these had any purpose other than modesty, they would certainly have made effective chastity belts.

Though to us this dress code and the need for restraint seemed a curious practice, it was clearly normal for the city and I watched as two women emerging from the market wearing little more than half a dozen belts and little heeled leather boots walked past us talking quietly to each other; as they passed they laughed, touching shoulders in what appeared to be a familiar gesture as they shared the joke; they had clearly been shopping and each carried a bag of groceries hanging from her shoulder; I could see fruit in the shoulderbag of one and a small package, the other's bag held bread and several jars; it was as if they simply walked with their hands held behind their backs but, as they walked away from us I could see one was sheathed like Sally and the other wore steel cuffs.

A gap in the crowds passing in front of us appeared and stepped forward, surprised to feel a slight jerk on the leash I held in my hand. I turned to find Sally following me but with a look of slight annoyance.

'Sorry.' I whispered.

Fortunately she grinned.

'I guess I'll have to get used to playing doggy.'

'Really ?' I gave her a suggestive look.

'Don't push your luck !' She strode on almost leaving me behind.

The main avenue was wide and quieter and, by keeping to the left we were able to stay in the shade of the buildings that lined one side. Even here, the city was as beautiful as the guides had said, sculpted doorways and finials on the points of rooves, stained glass windows; between some of the buildings were fountains and small gardens.

We climbed the street slowly, partly because of the heat and partly because of the need to stop and gaze at some architectural treasure or objet-d'art in a window. It only took a few moments for me to grow accustomed to stopping for Sally to make sure I didn't choke her and I very quickly began to enjoy our new arrangement.

As we neared the main square with its grand palace and garden that we planned to explore we began to see what were probably more affluent citizens, many of whom had been to some degree influenced by outside cultures in their choice of clothes; the men wore mostly European style suits and many of the women wore lingerie similar to Sally's with a few in waspies or corsets visible; they wore heels too of about four or five inches whether they were traditional sandals or more modern patent leather boots or shoes.

All the women were, however, in some sort of bondage and for some this was quite ornate with arms restrained in jeweled leather sleeves the tips of which were clipped to rings on harnesses so that their arms were in some cases crossed behind them and in others fastened to the side of collars, some had their wrists cuffed to thigh cuffs. A few wore more elaborate metal restraints that were locked on their upper bodies often forcing their shoulders back and displaying their breasts quite beautifully. A few I noticed wore nipple jewelry and some were even lead by leashes clipped to their nipples. Two or three women we passed were gagged too.

Some of the women wore the traditional dress of Mirkada's aristocracy, the Vilisqaz, a garment of horizontal leather straps, buckled one above the other, running from a neck to ankle; the sleeves of these were mostly composed of straps too so that they could be used to restrain the wearer in a variety of ways, sometimes with her hands behind her back and sometimes with her hands at her waist or thighs and her elbows pulled tightly behind her back; though the leg straps were usually ornamental some women had to walk with short steps as their leg straps were joined to form a kind of hobble skirt. In some cases, parts of these traditional garments were composed of leather panels and sometimes these formed gloves or boots. Most of these women wore what we were later to discover was the traditional footwear of the city's elite, boots that made them walk on the points of their toes. The garment was usually worn with mitts that covered the hands, presumably making it impossible for the wearer to free herself. A few also wore what can only be described as a bridle, a harness that was buckled around the head, usually with straps over the nose and forehead and often holding a gag that usually took the form of a large leather ball. A few of these women were blindfolded too, walking behind their husbands, utterly dependent on them for guidance.

I looked at Sally as one such women was lead past, teetering on her toes, blind and helpless, gagged, leashed. The straps of her clothing parted around her breasts exposing them fully and a jeweled chain swung between clips on her nipples; her wrists were cuffed to her thighs and her elbows pulled in tight behind her. I could see she was drooling around her gag, saliva running onto the pale skin of her breasts. I could also see the tight strap between her thighs, pulled deep between her pale buttocks.

'Don't even think about it.' Sally watched her go.

'Why do you think they do it ?'

'Tradition.' Sally shrugged. 'Though I can imagine that crotch strap could encourage a girl to dress like that.'

I looked at her sharply.

'No !'

We started the afternoon in the palace enjoying the ornate architecture and lavish designs and wondering why it had never been added to the list of wonders of the world. As historians, one with an interest in mediaeval history and the other in ancient times we visit a lot of old sites, both classical and non. The palace was both fascinating and beautiful. During the visit I think Sally almost forgot she was half naked and strapped into bondage except when we encountered other visitors in a similar situation to ourselves. Most, we noticed, hadn't chosen to reveal their lingerie and very few had gone for anything other than simple handcuffs. A few stated they would be leaving early to allow a little more freedom back at their hotel. I noticed one or two of the women gave Sally rather disparaging looks though their male partners seemed not to mind her approach.

She was reminded of her bondage more sharply when we stopped for a drink in the cafe and she had to drink hers with a straw but, typically, seemed to take this in her stride. After tea we tackled the beautiful gardens, staying until closing time when we were, reluctantly forced to leave.

Outside the shelter of the palace it was still oppressively warm as I lead Sally back to our hotel and the coolness of the airconditioning as we entered the lobby was a welcome relief after the heat outside.

I saw a number of guests look up at the sound of Sally's heels on the marble floor. It was clear visitors didn't need to obey the restraint rule here as a number of European women sat around in comfortable leather armchairs supping their own drinks and reading newspapers or conversing with their companions. I recognised a few of the faces and smiled as we passed them. The locals did, clearly, follow the rule and the local women mostly knelt on cushions beside their husbands as tightly restrained as they had been in the street; most of them, I noticed had their leashes clipped to rings mounted on the table in front of them.

As we passed one couple I saw the man lift a drink to his companion's lips.

I glanced briefly at Sally as we approached the reception desk but she didn't give any indication that she'd like to be released. In fact I got the distinct impression she was rather enjoying the opportunity to sashay across the lobby of an expensive hotel in her lingerie and the attention it was attracting.

I checked in and retrieved our bag which, I was relieved to find had been delivered unmolested and took the elevator up to our room.

'So, Mrs Frost.' I turned to her as the bell boy closed the door behind him. 'Can I help you out of those things ?'

'You could start by pouring me a drink.' She scanned the room. 'I'm going to take the weight off my feet.'

I opened the minibar and extracted the raw materials for a gin and tonic. When I turned back to her she was kneeling on a cushion as I had seen the local women doing in the lobby.

I poured the drinks and sat in the chair beside her.

'Manners, darling.' She was looking at the table in front of her.

'What ?' I reached for her drink but that was clearly not what she wanted.

'Do I have to do everything myself ?' She bent and picked her leash up in her teeth.

'Oh !' I took it and clipped it to a ring on the table. 'Sorry.'

'I should think so too.' She smiled. 'Now, give me that drink.'

I held the gin first to her cheek and then to her lips. She took a long gulp then, after holding the cold liquid in her mouth for a moment lifted her head and swallowed.

'Oh, yes.'

'So you've enjoyed the day ?'

'What's not to like ?' She smiled teasingly. 'I've been lead around a strange city on a leash in my underwear in tight bondage. What else could a girl ask for ?'

'What indeed ?' I raised my glass and took a sip then held hers to her lips again.

'Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr Frost.'

'Why would I want to do that.' It was my turn to smile.

'Well, Mr Frost. You might use it to take advantage of me.'

'I think I'm more than capable of taking advantage of you in your current state.'

'Are you now.' She raised an eyebrow. 'That sounds like a bit of a challenge to me.'

I took hold of her hair and kissed her. She tried to struggle, but not much and in a moment we were lying on the cushion with me half on top of her pressing our bodies together.

It didn't take me long to get her knickers off and when I did I found them already very wet, though perhaps she had been sweating. Then I kissed her a little bit more and slipped my hand between her thighs which she parted for me.

'Don't you think you're a little overdressed ?'

'Well, if madam will excuse me.'

'Of course.'

I stood briefly and pulled my shirt over my head then undid my trousers before pulling them off.

'Someone seems very pleased to see me.' She lay looking up at me and my very erect cock. It was hardly surprising I was in this state with Sally lying at my feet in her bra and stockings with her arms bound behind her and a collar round her throat.

'We could go to bed.' I looked briefly across at the huge bed with its acres of blue silken sheets.

'Will you stop prevaricating.' She arched her hips suggestively and spread her legs. 'Besides, you've just chained me to the table.'

It was a slight exaggeration but I didn't need a second invitation.

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'We can't eat in the hotel.' Sally insisted.

'I will have to restrain you again.'

'Oh, well. If you must.'

We had enjoyed very rapid sex on the floor and then again, after I had freed her from the monoglove, in the shower and then again on the huge bed.

She was still wearing the collar though I had unclipped the leash.

After showering again Sally had dressed in a new set of lingerie, in a shade that was supposed to be reminiscent of the fine leaves that are used to wrap a Havana cigar. This set had a matching waspie that sported six suspender clips.

I was left with no other choice but to slip the monoglove back onto her arms and reattach the leash to her collar.

Then I lead her down to reception.

We, or rather she, drew similar interest to the first time I had lead her through the lobby leashed and bound. I noticed some of the visitors exchanging whispered comments but noticed the locals smiled in acknowledgement.

I asked the concierge for a recommendation and he was about to oblige when I heard a voice beside me.

'Excuse me, Sir.'

I turned to see a local man in fine robes embroidered with silk and gold thread. 'Forgive me for listening to your conversation but we are about to dine nearby and our guests are not able to come. It is a very fine restaurant and the table has been booked for some weeks. I feel it would be a shame to waste the reservation. Would you and you wife care to join us ?'

By 'we' he clearly meant him and his wife who stood beside him. His wife was in full Vilisqaz, white leather straps encircling a very trim body with surprisingly dark skin and, I noticed dark hair; however, her origins were a minor detail when considering her clothes. She was wearing a high white leather collar that made her hold her head erect to which a series of straps were sown, these ran down her body, two encircling her relatively large breasts before meeting a broad leather belt that nipped her already slim waist; further straps ran down from the belt to her thighs where they were clipped to rings on top if thigh high leather boots in the same soft white leather; the boots had the typical spiked heel that made her stand on her toes. A broad strap also passed between her legs and, as she stood with her legs slightly apart I thought I could see a fullness that might suggest something pressing against her sex. As I watched I saw her move her hips slightly and the muscles of her belly contracted. Her husband pulled sharply on her leash and she stilled.

Her hands were locked into white leather mitts and the tips of these were clipped to the back of her collar forcing her to hold them against her shoulders; her elbows were clearly pulled tightly together behind her back. The position drew attention to her helplessness and to her breasts which were decorated with heavy gold pendants clipped to her rouged nipples.

As well as these restraints she wore one of the bridles we had seen which held a large white ball in her mouth, forcing her rouged lips wide around it; she held a bead of saliva balanced precariously on her lip. Her bondage was completed by leather pads strapped across her eyes blindfolding her.

'We'd love to join you.' I didn't even think to ask Sally and heard a small cough behind me.

'Excellent.' The man held out his hand. 'I am Salaxis and this is my wife Taiarche.'

I shook hands and looked at the woman who, clearly able to hear us nodded as much as she was able.

'Mark.' I told him. 'And this is Sally.'

'Charmed.' The man bowed formally to Sally and then lead his wife and us towards the door.

Salaxis was good company and, once her gag and blindfold had been removed, so was Taiarche. He had been born and grown up in the city, the son of a government minister, and was an alumni of the collage at which I taught. He had also read some of my work on the city states of the ancient world. He was keen to explore my knowledge of Mirkada and expland it. Taiarche, it turned out, was not a native of the city at all though was naturlised here after many years as Salaxis' wife. She was of Arabic origin and, though she wore the bridle for the rest of the evening, clearly very beautiful with lovely dark eyes. She also seemed to have fully embraced the local tradition of female bondage and seemed completely unconcerned by her relative helplessness.

As was customary Salaxis and I sat in padded chairs while the women knelt, still restrained and leashed to the table where, in the fashion of the city, we fed them by hand.

Salaxis and Taiarche were well practiced in this technique and I noticed she barely smudged her lipstick; however, on a couple of occasions Sally and I got it wrong and she ended up with drops of sauce on her breasts which I had to wipe off.

Salaxis found this amusing and, once he knew me a little better teased me gently for my incompetence and even suggested it was feigned to allow me to take liberties with my helpless wife.

The four of us talked with barely a pause as course after course was brought and our glasses never seemed to run dry. The food was excellent and Salaxis clearly knew a great deal about it as he did about everything in the city. Despite the rules around bondage there was no indication of submission, certainly not in this company, and when she chose to Taiarche corrected her husband without hesitation as, I noticed, did Sally. The rules around restraint were, Taiarche explained as Salaxis tucked into a large braised rib, meant to protect women, prevent them from being forced into labour and, subsequently a way for them to show off and to be shown off.

I wondered briefly if the Australian girl would buy this arguement.

At one stage, my head spinning with the wine I had consumed, I became embroiled in a discussion about the architect of the palace and it's adjacent temple with Salaxis; when it ended nearly an hour later I noticed that Taiarche and Sally were deep in a conversation that saw them leaning in close to each other whispering in between gasps of surprise on Sally's part and giggles of delight from Taiarche.

I wanted to ask what they had been discussing but felt it rude and then the soup course came and, in my current state required all my concentration to ensure the spoon reached my wife's mouth with it's contents still in place.

Salaxis and Taiarche delivered us back to the hotel just before midnight and we shared coffee. Then, as we stood to say our goodnights, Salaxis produced a small case from inside his robe.

'Mark.' He smiled as he offered it to me. 'A little token by which to remember our evening.'

I accepted with thanks and slipped the package inside my jacket pocket shaking his hand and promising a warm welcome if he ever chose to visit Cambridge again. Then I kissed Taiarche on the cheek and lead Sally across the lobby and into the elevator. As the doors closed I could see Taiache standing quietly as Salaxis replaced her gag and blindfold.

I couldn't suppress a smile at the thought of doing the same to Sally but then I felt her press herself against me.

'I hope you're not thinking about taking me out like that.'

I felt myself blushing.

'You are thinking about it, aren't you ?'

I shrugged. 'Perhaps.'

'Well, stop it.' She pressed herself against me, her breasts rubbing against my arm.

'Do you want me to get you out of that thing ?' I realised she had been in bondage for hours.

'Don't you dare !' Her vehemence surprised me.

'So, Mrs Frost likes to be kept in bondage then ?'

'When in Rome...'

'But we're not in Rome, we're in...'

'Shut up.' She pressed her lips and her body against mine with such force I stumbled back into the side of the elevator, wrapping her in my arms as I tried to steady her and myself. Her mouth was warm and I could taste the strong coffee we had just drunk. We shared a very long intimate kiss during which I was very aware of her breasts and hips pressing against me and of my body's own response to her.

We separated as the lift doors opened but the hallway was deserted and as I lead her from the elevator, my hand on the leash just below her collar I couldn't refrain from giving her a swift slap on the buttocks.

'What was that for ?' She clearly didn't mind.

'Lewd behaviour in public.'

'I don't think anybody saw us.' She winked and I slapped her again.

As I fumbled with the key to our room I she pressed of her lovely lingerie clad body against me again and began to kiss my neck.

'Will you spank me for this too ?' She kissed me again lifting a stockinged leg and rubbing her thigh against my buttocks.

'Probably.' I turned the key round and heard the lock click.

'What about this ?' She pushed her tongue into my ear.

'Definitely.' I lead her inside, slapping her bottom again as the door shut behind us.

'I expect more than that you know.' She was clearly enjoying this as much as I was. 'I want a proper over the knee spanking. After all, I've been flaunting myself like a slut all evening. I'm sure I deserve to be punished.'

I lead her towards the bed and sat down gesturing for her to lie across my lap.

'Take my knickers off first.'

'So you want a proper spanking.'

'No.' She grinned but I do need to pee. 'Unless, of course you're into that sort of thing.'

'I've only got one suit with me and I don't have the option of going out in my briefs.' I pulled her knickers down and watched her step out of them.

'Shame.' She flashed me another smile. 'Don't go away.'

I watched as she turned and walked to the bathroom still in her stocking and heels' She was clearly swinging her hips for my pleasure, showing off her lovely toned bottom.

As she disappeared I remembered the box Salaxis had given me. I pulled it out of my jacket pocket and opened it.

Inside was a pair of gold pendants like those Taiarche had worn. I held one up, squeezing the arms of the clamp to open the jaws.

'So, Master, mine...' Sally asked as she came back into the room. 'Are those nipple clamps ?'

I had a feeling she already knew.

'I'm not sure Salaxis would all them that, or Taiarche.' I recalled our conversation about protecting and adorning women.

'Nipple jewelry then ?'

'That sounds better.'

She grinned. 'I hope you're going to let me try them on.'

'I was planning to save them for your birthday.'

'What every girl wants.' She pushed her breasts forward. 'Come on.'

I took the hint and undid her bra.

Sally has lovely breasts and very sensitive nipples. If I wanted to I think I could make her climax simply by playing with them and as I took the first pendant I'm sure her nipple stiffened in anticipation. The pendant was surprisingly heavy. Very gently I clipped it in place on her right nipple and let it hang.

'Ohhh...' Sally grinned. 'That's actually quite nice.

I put the second one on her other nipple and saw her smile again then gently shake her chest.

'Oh.' Her gasp was a little more muted this time.

'Want me to take them off ?'

'Not quite yet, though remind me not to go dancing in them.'

'I bet Taiarche could dance in hers.'

'She's had a lot more practice.' Sally shook her chest again and the little pendants swung enticingly. 'You may have to be patient with me.'

'I'm sure I can be.' I grabbed her leash and pulled her towards me but she resisted.

'Don't you want to play with them too ?' She pushed her breasts forward. 'After all, it's not as if I can stop you.'

Stopping me was clearly the last thing on her mind. I reached out and set one of the clamps swinging.

'You know I think I could get used to being treated like this.' She stood up and twisted setting the pendants swinging again then turned as I'd seen her do before, bending slightly at the hips and thrusting her chest out, flaunting her curves and showing me her bound arms. 'Every girl likes to put on a pedestal and worshipped from time to time.'

'Do they all like to be spanked too ?'

'Most of the ones I know do.' She laid down across my lap. 'Don't be too gently with me but remember my last pair of knickers are quite brief and we don't want everybody knowing what a naughty girl I've been on this holiday.'

I gave her six slaps enjoying the feeling of her writhing on my lap and squealing with delight then I rolled her over onto the bed so I could stand up and undress. She lay there on her side panting, her face and chest flushed; I was pleased to see the pendants were still firmly clipped to her nipples. She lay looking up at me resting on her elbows still firmly restrained behind her back; her breasts were thrust forward and her stockinged legs spread wide as she offered herself to me.

I undressed quickly and when I was naked I pulled off her shoes and lay down next to her using her leash to pull her towards me.

Though I could have played with her in that state all night we were clearly both ready and, when I pushed my cock against her pussy it slid easily inside producing in delightful moan from her lips.

In our inebriated state the sex was not perfect, even though I thrust into her slowly and gently, but then it seldom is. However, with my lovely stocking clad wife helpless in bondage squirming under me enjoying what seemed to be a stream of orgasms and giggling as I kissed her and toyed with the nipple clamps it was certainly fulfilling and memorable even if it was over way too quickly for both of us.

Afterward she lay with her head on my chest.

'You know, I think you're going to have to untie me.'

'Pity.'

'Yes, it is rather.' She kissed my chest. 'Perhaps I could get some practice in at home in case we ever come back here.'

'I like the sound of that.' I lifted my head and kissed her hair then lay back as she sat up, turning her bound arms toward me to let me release her. It didn't take as long as I had expected to release the laces and then undo the shoulder straps. Finally, I pulled the monoglove off her arms and watched her stretch gratefully.

'Ohhhh. That feels good.'

'Want me to take the nipple clamps off too.'

'I can manage.' She put a protective arm across her breasts.

'What were you two talking about by the way ?'

'All kinds of things.' She turned and smiled enigmatically and then I saw her wince as she removed one of the pendants. 'But she has invited me to go shopping.'

'What about me ?' I felt suddenly left out though the thought of exploring the city alone was appealing.

'You'll have to come. Outsiders need an escort. A male escort.'

'Shopping for what ?'

'You'll have to wait and see.' She really wasn't going to share any more.

I shrugged. 'Ok.' I said and lay back allowing Sally to snuggle in beside me.

When I lead Sally down to breakfast the following morning, she definitely turned heads. She had very clearly gone native with her breasts bare save the nipple pendants that swung delightfully as she walked. The knickers she was wearing were rather brief and looking closely it was possible to see some of the marks where I had spanked her the night before. She was still collared, of course, and I had buckled my trouser belt around her chest just below her breasts.

As I lead her to our table I really couldn't complain about anyone staring as she strode behind me with the confidence of a woman who knows she is the centre of attention.

Taiarche appeared just as we were finishing breakfast which I had managed to do without spilling anything down Sally's cleavage. She was dressed similarly to the night before though today her Vilisqaz was composed of blue leather and her arms were strapped tightly to her back, pinned together from the elbows down. I noted too that her boots, still designed to make her walk on her toes, were knee high this morning. She still wore the bridle though, was not gagged or blindfolded.

A cushion was brought and I had the pleasure of two beautiful women kneeling at my feet in tight bondage. It was, nevertheless, a relief when Taiarche declined my offer of coffee.

As she knelt, I watched her appraise Sally.

'I'm pleased to see you've adopted our customs.'

Sally smiled, pleased, straightening her back and pushing her chest out to emulate the way Taiarche was kneeling. We had spent fifteen minutes in the bedroom tightening the sleeve until her elbows were nearly touching.

'Though...' Taiarche leaned in and spoke quietly. 'Your garments are...' She paused. 'Rather brief if I may say for a respectable lady.' She paused again. 'They might be considered by some to be...rather...slutty.'

Sally turned in surprise, her face flushing and Taiarche leaned in to touch Sally's shoulder with her own in that gesture I had witnessed other women do.

'If I were to dress like this in public, Salaxis would probably put me over his knee when I got home.' Taiarche looked at us both and winked.

Sally blushed bright red and I felt my cheeks colouring too.

'Are we ready ?' I felt it was time to change the subject.

'If you have sufficiently breakfasted.' Taiarche smiled, rising elegantly to her toes despite her bondage and the height of her heels. I unclipped Sally's leash from the table and she stood up too, then Taiarche lead us out of the restaurant into the lobby. Despite her bondage, she walked with complete confidence on the huge heels and having her arms restrained was no barrier to her as the door to the dining room was quickly opened for her.

It was the last day of our stay and I left the two women chatting as I paid the bill and made arrangements for our luggage. When this was done we stepped out into the street.

Taiarche lead us through the streets, a citizen she was allowed to move freely, albeit within the restrictions of her bondage. Walking beside her with Sally leashed and bound I felt rather privileged, something that was amplified by my observation of the way in which Taiarche and, by extension, Sally and I were treated. Despite her encumbrance she was shown the upmost respect by those we passed, from the hotel porters opening the door to let us into the street to every person that moved aside for us as we passed. All showed respect and, while I am sure a few enjoyed the delight of her lush body as she tottered past on her knee high blue toe boots none stared overtly or made any sort of disparaging remark. At one stage Taiarche became lost (reminding us she was not a native and lead about so frequently blindfolded that she could not recall the route) and a gentleman with a young woman in full Vilisqaz guided us to our destination.

The shop was tucked down a back street and not the sort of place I would have found or, indeed, entered without the company of a local but then, such is often the case when traveling; many visitors stick only to the tourists traps in the main streets and miss the real local interest.

Salaxis, or perhaps even Taiarche herself, had clearly called ahead and we were quickly ushered through the main shop with its racks of leather and displays of locks and fastenings into a room beyond where once again I was offered a comfortable chair and some more iced tea.

Our arrival here did not surprise me.

Taiarche, after explaining our needs, was soon kneeling beside me on a cushion being offered tea herself, in her case it was held to her lips by a pretty girl with strawberry blonde hair, probably about twenty who was, I gathered, some relation of the owner.

Sally herself was attended by two women a little older than the girl; both were blondes and both dressed rather briefly in partial Vilisqaz consisting of small leather corsets and thigh high boots supported by little leather straps that had the look of suspenders; both were bare breasted and neither girl's garments had a crotch strap meaning that their sexes were completely exposed.

I admit to feeling a little unsure of this clothing; I was happy to accept local customs but these girls who were almost young enough to be my daughters. I think Taiarche must have noticed my discomfort and explained that within the house women often went naked or, at the very least scantily clad, adding that Sally's rather coquettish look would be perfectly acceptable if she was at home or visiting friends.

I relaxed slightly and tried to keep my attention of my beautiful dark haired wife who was being rapidly stripped of her very brief clothing though not her monoglove. She gave a little cry as her nipple pendants were removed and a moment later the lovely gold teardrops were given to me for safekeeping. Still restrained and collared and now wearing only her shoes Sally was now brought samples of leather so that she could choose a colour. The Vilisqaz was, Taiarche explained, usually constructed piece by piece though cheaper versions could be bought off the peg.

Eventually, after some consideration and a lively debate during which I think Sally completely forgot she was naked and restrained, she chose a deep red leather and settled for gold fastenings. Taiarche smiled at this choice commenting that it was often the colour chosen by young women for their first Vilisqaz and therefore a colour associated with the passion of youth.

I noticed Sally, a woman in her late thirties, blush when she heard this but she gave no indication of wanting to change her mind.

The next decision was style, something it was clear to which Sally had given serious consideration. She was very sure about ankle high boots, liking the idea of multiple straps buckled around her long slim legs and, though I rather liked the idea of seeing my wife in thigh boots I was given no choice in the matter.

After all, she told Taiarche. 'I have a very willing helper to dress me when I need him.' She looked at me pointedly.

To be fair to Sally, she spends a good deal of time in the gym and has better legs than most women I know.

She'd decided she wanted a corset too, just a little waist one rather like those the girls dressing her wore and I wondered if that is what had inspired the choice; enough, she said to nip waist in but not too constrictive. 'Curvaceous, not hourglass.' She insisted.

There would be several straps up to her breasts and then more above, plenty to exhibit her toned body and tanned skin.

At this stage 'patterns' were brought and the two blondes, still half naked, began to buckle them onto Sally's body beginning with the ankle high toe boots and working up to her breasts. Sitting there, despite the comfort and pleasure of watching my wife being dressed in what until this trip would have seemed purely fetish clothing made me very much want to join in but to have interfered would have been rude and it would have been very hard to hide the huge erection that I maintained for most of the morning.

Dressed up to her bust, Sally looked delightful if somewhat unsteady as she balance on her toes and the huge spiked heels.

There was a long discussion about her breasts, one I couldn't help enjoying though it seemed to vex Sally somewhat. Sally can squeeze into a double-D cup but usually only does so when trying to extract funding from the vice-chancellor and then she usually combines the look with a low cut dress and short skirt so that it is obvious she is wearing stockings too; thinking of the research grants Sally manages to obtain, I think it is fair to say that the vice chancellor likes her attention to detail in her applications. (I am pleased to say that she wears stockings for my benefit too). Her breasts were thus considerably larger than most women in the city and her plan to have half cup supports was eventually abandoned when none could be found that were big enough and those she tried were clearly not up to the task of constraining her. There was talk of having them specially made but we were on a schedule and, in the end she settled for the standard cone approach of a series of straps that would lift each breast separately and leave her nipple pointing out to accept her new pendants. She looked gorgeous in these and, I think was rather flushed when the two women dressing her had finished handling her breasts which they did for almost thirty minutes, adjusting and readjusting the straps to make them comfortable. I was left with the phrase 'Ziarch trodos...' imprinted on my mind - 'they are so big'.

Sally was dressed now to the shoulders and I was asked to remove her collar, something I did rather reluctantly, realising that she had been wearing it for our whole stay, even in bed and in the shower.

Taiarche smiled. 'A couple will always be attached to the first collar they gift to each other. I know Salaxis still keeps mine in a drawer by our bed and every now and then makes me wear it for him.' She leaned in. 'I think your Sally is about to tell you she had forgotten she was wearing it. It will be a lie.'

She did and it was.

The collar that replaced it was beautiful, shiny red leather, padded, just high enough to ensure she kept her head up. This was the one part of the process in which I was allowed to take part, buckling it snugly around her neck. She seemed to tremble slightly as I did it, looking at me with a nervous expression. I wanted to use the original padlock but Taiarche stopped me.

'Later.'

I sat down and watched as Sally was released from the monoglove, stretching her shoulders and arms after being so tightly restrained. She was offered a pair of sleeves complete with mitts like those Taiarch wore that could be used to restrain her in a variety of ways but she was insistent on a monoglove and was soon laced tightly into one, her elbows on this occasion touching behind her back.

Taiarche smiled at this but said nothing.

The 'bridle' came next and Sally was clearly anxious about this. Taiarche rose and stood beside her as the basic bridle was buckled over Sally's head and adjusted.

'It looks good on you.'

Sally force a smile and then looked down at the array of plugs, balls and bitts that were displayed before her.

'I recommend the ball.' Taiarche commented. 'The bit is perhaps more comfortable but the ball is...more effective.' She smiled before adding. 'The plugs are not nice.'

They tried three before they found a good fit, pushing the rubber balls between Sally's teeth and seeing which lay best in her mouth. I was surprised by the size of the one that was finally selected, wondering how she could tolerate something so huge in her mouth but after the dressers had screwed the fittings to it and pushed it back in place, it sat comfortably enough.

The blinkers were next and I had to wonder at the strength of this lovely woman I had married standing helpless in bondage, half naked, gagged and now blindfolded in this exotic place. It occurred to me that we all do a number of eccentric things on holiday but that this was probably one of the more bizarre.

Taiarche had stood supportively beside Sally as she had been dressed and progressively restrained talking quietly, reassuring her, though I had not been able to hear her words. Now, however, she spoke very clearly. 'It's time.'

Sally paused for a moment then nodded.

I had guessed what Sally and Taiarche's shopping trip would involve and was not particularly surprised when we had arrived at the shop. However, what appeared next was a shock to me but then I remembered the moment in the hotel when I had seen the bulge between Taiarche's legs and noticed her movements.

Each of the dressers brought a tray one of which contained butt plugs and the other dildos clearly designed for vaginal insertion.

I saw Taiarche smile at the look on my face and saw one of the dressers turn too, following her gaze.

Not for the first time this trip and, I expected, not for the last, I felt myself blushing.

Taiarche was first shown the tray of butt plugs, most were straight but a few were curved and some ridged. It occurred to me that I had never had anal sex with Sally; we had discussed it but neither of us were particularly interested. I wondered what she would make of having something like this pushed inside her.

Sally clearly knew what was about to happen even if I had only guessed, however, they must have discussed it and I was thus shocked when Taiarche selected what appeared to be quite a large, ribbed plug. I almost felt the need to intervene but saw Taiarch lean in close to Sally, whispering reassurances in her ear as the blonde dresser put down her tray, applied some lubricant to the tip of the plug and slowly started to insert it.

Though distracted by the whole spectacle I did managed to watch the expression on Sally's face as the plug was pushed inside her. She was clearly tense at first, I could tell by her body, her stance, even if I couldn't see much of her face but as the plug was advanced I saw her relax and, as the device reached its final place I even saw her smile around her gag.

It was at that moment I saw her begin to drool.

Much is written about girls in gags drooling and there is a whole industry out there around photographing it but I have to say that seeing Sally do this was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. My wife has been the object of my affection for over twenty years and I have never even thought of straying; I delight in her and in everything she does. She is intelligent and pretty and, as I have made clear, has a fantastic body. We have an active sex life and enjoy experimenting with a variety of toys including restraints which, I suppose, is why we'd both ended up wanting to come here. Even outside the bedroom, Sally enjoys dressing for pleasure, hers and mine, and for her, wearing sexy lingerie is the norm, something she often teases me about as I frequently buy it for her. Given that I had just lead her leashed through the city barely dressed then watched her being stripped of the 'slutty' clothes she had been wearing, tightly restrained, gagged and blindfolded and finally penetrated anally by a pretty young blonde I would not have thought there was much more that could excite me this morning but that drop of saliva spilling over her lip and running down her chin had me flushed with excitement.

'It's the little things, isn't it ?' Taiarche had spotted it too. 'You are a man who enjoys details, Mark.'

The vaginal plug came next and Taiarche spent some time making her choice, having the girls hold up various dildos for her to inspect closely. I wondered which Sally might choose if she were not blindfolded. Again, she must have known what was coming and I wondered what her thoughts were as she stood helpless and gagged, her saliva now running freely down her chin and dripping onto her chest.

Finally Taiarche made her choice, though I noticed she looked at me for confirmation before directing the dressers to insert it. I know Sally has a small collection of dildos but, in truth, I have no idea which she prefers. I left it up to her new friend who seemed to have a surprisingly intimate grasp of my wife's body.

The vaginal plug needed no lubrication, sliding inside her easily even though I thought it was probably quite a bit larger than any of her toys at home. Sally trembled slightly as it was inserted and then one of the girls held it on place while the other brought a broad leather crotch strap to hold the plugs inside. This was buckled to her corset and then tightened rather firmly causing her rock slightly on her precipitous heels.

Sally's outfit was assembled and Taiarche stepped back to admire her work.

'What do you think, Mark ?'

My mouth was suddenly dry. I had no idea what to say; Sally looked beautiful and utterly helpless, and I wanted to keep her like this.

'Fabulous.' It was the best I could manage.

The dressers then began to finish the garment, connecting straps and sewing them together. Taiarche came to kneel beside me.

'You are a very lucky man, Mr Frost.'

I couldn't argue with that.

When the girls had finished, I was invited to inspect my wife's new outfit and I did so carefully, walking slowly round her as they pointed out specific features: the position of a strap, the adjustment of a buckle; Taiarche translated for me.

And all through it, Sally stood en-point, helpless, beautifully displayed.

As I completed my review Taiarche said something to the girls and a moment later one of them handed me a small device, a little like a music player.

'What's this ?'

'Remote control.' Taiarche smiled and then added incase I was confused. 'For the vibrator.'

'Vibrator ?'

'Yes.' Taiarche laughed. 'We are not backward here you know despite our traditions. It has a range of about three meters.'

I looked at her, a smile coming onto my face.

'Yes, Mr Frost, I am plugged 'front and back', as I believe you say and, yes, Salaxis does have a remote control though my 'toys' can be activated from his phone from anywhere.'

I must have looked shocked.

'Perhaps you should try it.'

I pointed it at Sally even though I suspected this was not necessary and pressed the button. I heard nothing but Sally clearly responded jerking slightly in her bonds and giving a small gasp.

I wondered if Taiarche had told her about this.

'It automatically starts on a low setting then gradually builds. You can stop it at any time.'

'Perhaps we'll leave her a little longer.'

Taiarche smiled knowingly. 'There is one more thing.'

Surely there was nothing else that could be added to this.

'Her nipple pendants.'

I had forgotten. I reached into my pocket and took them out.

'Please thank your husband for them again.'

'It was his pleasure to give them to you. He thoroughly enjoyed your conversation last night. It is rare that he gets to talk to an academic who shares his passions.' She turned and nodded towards Sally who was once again flushed and, I thought, swaying slightly.

I slipped the remote into my pocket and picked up one of the pendants. Sally's nipples were jutting out like bullets as I believe the expression goes and, had been wearing one, I probably could have hung my hat on them; nevertheless I still used the clip to tease each one before letting the jaws close round it. She gave a delightful little gasp as I put the first clip in place and a fresh trail of saliva ran down her chin.

As I teased her other nipple she moaned softly into her gag and when I attached the clip I heard a sigh of pleasure. I couldn't resist lifting the pendants in my open palm and gently drawing them away from her body; Sally followed the action leaning forward and moaning loudly then panted as I let them swing.

'Perhaps you should give her an opportunity to walk.' Taiarche's interruption almost made my jump.

I slipped my hand into my pocket and switched off the vibrator.

Sally moaned though in quite a different way and I heard the creak of leather as she tensed in her bonds.

Taiarche handed me Sally's leash, the one I had first bought and now allowed me to lock her collar closed as I attached it.

'Ready ?' I asked.

Sally nodded and with the dressers on either side to steady her and Taiarche following I pulled carefully on Sally's leash.

Her first steps were faltering and I allowed her to walk slowly, the girls flanking her watching closely. The boots initially made her crouch slightly, sticking bottom out but then Taiarche told her to straighten her legs and swing her hips more and she began to look more comfortable. We managed a lap of the room and then were shown through a door to a long stone corridor that seemed as if it was designed for moments like these. The shop had been reasonably comfortable but this corridor was delightfully cool.

'I did my first walk here.' Taiarche smiled, walking easily in her huge heels.

Sally stumbled once as I lead her along it but was caught by one of her attendants and Taiarche adjusted her posture, leaning her shoulder against Sally's chest and then nudging her bottom with her hips.

After that there seemed to be no stopping her and she walked confidently to the and of the long corridor before turning and following me at what was almost a normal walking pace. As she passed the ahlf way mark of the corridor I saw the dressers hang back smiling and clearly enjoying this positive end to their work.

Back in the shop, Sally stood once again, still and helpless and, I thought, magnificent. She held her head up slightly more than was made necessary by her collar and her chest thrust out. She was breathing hard and her skin was very flushed, glistening slightly with a sheen of sweat.

I had the painful task of paying nearly as much as the trip had cost us in the first place but I could hardly argue. I certainly thought it was worth it and, I think Sally did too.

The proprietor of the shop looked pleased and shook my hand then bowed to Taiarche.

The dressers bowed too and left.

I looked at Taiarche and she turned to face me, away from Sally. 'It is traditional to leave the man and woman alone at this time.' She spoke quietly and I suspected she didn't want Sally to hear.

As Taiarche left the door behind her was closed very quietly. I was finally alone with my beautifully helpless wife.

She was still breathing hard and, I thought, swaying slightly in her bonds, hips moving forwards and backwards and I could see her belly contracting like Taiarche's had that evening in the hotel.

I walked to stand beside her and very gently stroked her bottom.

She jumped and my hand went quickly to catch hold of one of the straps of her outfit to steady her but she did not fall.

'I could switch the vibrator on if you want me to.' I whispered close to her ear.

She stood for a moment as if considering then shook her head slightly, quite a subtle movement.

'As you wish.' I stroked her bottom again enjoying the softness of her skin.

She was still breathing hard.

With my right hand on her bottom I reached up with my left and began to play with the nipple pendants.

She moaned softly, a pleading sound.

Once again I lifted the pendants and used them to draw her forward slightly. She followed obediently and I held the back of her crotch strap to keep her steady.

She moaned again, the pleading louder and more urgent.

'Are you sure you don't want me to use the vibrator ?' I whispered again.

She shook her head more firmly.

'If you say so.'

I dropped the nipple pendants and grasped the strap between her breasts then slapped her bottom with my left hand.

She staggered slightly, taking a step forward.

'Are you worried that it will make you cum ?' I spoke more loudly and she turned her head towards me though, of course, she couldn't see me.

'Because I think you're pretty close.' I slapped her bottom again. 'You're a naughty girl.'

She moaned again, pleading loudly.

'Are you frightened that all these people here will see you cum and think you're a slut ?'

She 'looked' at me again, mewling into her gag, pleading.

'Just as well we're on our own then.'

She cried out loudly into her gag.

'So, I'll ask you once more.' I spoke aloud again. 'Do you want to vibrator ?'

She gave an angry and rather unladylike shout through her gag and then nodded firmly.

I switched her on.

Again I heard nothing and, for a few seconds, nothing seemed to happen; then Sally began to move her hips, writhing, panting around her gag, swaying alarmingly on her toes. I continued to hold tightly to the strap between her breasts and, at regular intervals chastised her with a slap to the bottom.

Her orgasm was loud and long and, I think, she would have fallen if I had not been holding her up as she bucked and strained in her bonds, crying out around her gag and thrusting her hips forwards until finally she stood slumped against me gasping for breath, her body drenched with sweat.

A discrete knock at the door made us both jump but after a moment I opened it to let Taiarche in. From the look on her face I assumed she know exactly what had happened, and if she hadn't then the state of my wife swaying unsteadily on her boot heels and toes still fighting for breath and covered in sweat was probably enough to give her a good idea.

Sally was not best pleased when the bus driver denied all knowledge of our luggage.

We had said goodbye to Taiarche at the city gate, the lovely brunette pressing herself against Sally and rubbing each cheek in turn with her own in a delightful parting gesture. I had offered to remove Sally's gag and blindfold but Taiarche said it was not necessary and Sally gave a nod of agreement.

'It is good luck for a newly wed couple to walk out of the city gates in their wedding outfits.' Taiarche told us.

We were hardly newly weds but I think our visit to Mirkada had reaffirmed out love. I thus lead her out through the tunnel and into to heat of the day where our fellow travellers were waiting for the bus back to the capital and, in our case, the comfort of the Todos Mundo Hotel.

Most of the women waiting were in lingerie and with Sally still blindfolded I could easily enjoy the sight of all of them. However, I felt somewhat disinclined to do so. One woman, a French lady who had been on our bus here was still restrained, wrists cuffed behind her back, and leashed, she wore rather skimpy lingerie and I smiled as I thought of Taiarche's comments about Sally's dress this morning. Her husband, standing holding her leash smiled at me as I lead Sally past but he too seemed only to have eyes for his own wife.

It was in this state of bliss that Sally had found out about the luggage.

The bus was about to leave, there was no time to go back to the hotel.

Sally was clearly upset and I removed her gag to allow her to speak. There was, however, little she or, indeed I, could say. There was no luggage and there were this no clothes for her. In our excitement leaving the shop where we had bought the Vilisqaz we had even forgotten to bring Sally's knickers and shoes or, indeed, my belt.

I still had her first collar in my pocket but thought this was probably not the best time to mention it.

'Do you mean to say I have to spend six hours on a bus dressed like this ?'

'I could ask some of the other women here if they can lend you a dress.' I smiled though she couldn't see me, unable to resist adding. 'Most of them aren't wearing one.'

Sally fixed me with a glare despite the fact she was still blindfolded.

'Oh, just put my gag back in and lead me to the bus.'

I did just that.

I lead Sally into the bar of the Todos Mundo still in full Vilisqaz, gagged blindfolded and still tightly restrained, walking with surprising confidence now on the punishing heels. Heads turned and I saw a few of the guests taking discrete photos wither their smartphones. I also saw the Australian girl who was sitting further away from her boyfriend than before and wearing a rather sour expression which turned to one of astonishment when she caught site of Sally.

However, the staff seemed unsurprised and, although the bar was the fullest I'd seen it since the previous week when a crowd had gathered to greet the return bus from Mirkada, a waiter quickly found us a table and brought a cushion for Sally to kneel on. He offered to bring us drinks but I told him I preferred to go to the bar myself and he left looking relieved as he went to collect a tray waiting for him at the bar.

Leaving Sally's leash hooked over the back of my chair I went to the bar where I spent almost as long examining the cocktail menu as I did looking at my helpless wife before ordering two Dhakaris. Then, as the barman prepared the drinks, I unashamedly took the opportunity to lean on the bar and look at the beautiful woman kneeling in such helpless bondage, displaying her body so delightfully and so willingly in public. She knelt in the way Taiarche had done, legs spread and back slightly arched so her breasts were pushed forward, I also noted her head was blowed slightly, certainly as far as the high stiff collar she wore would allow. I smiled to myself and slipped my hand into my pocket feeling for the remote control.

As I pressed the button I saw Sally stiffen , her head coming up slightly, the pendants dangling from her nipples jerking and starting to sway. Over the next few moments her breathing quickened and, though I couldn't see it in the dim light of the bar, I was fairly sure there would be a flush across her chest. Casually I walked back to my seat and sat down beside her.

It was nearly ten minutes before the waiter brought our drinks and I tipped him well though he was clearly not as discrete in his glances as the men of Mirkada.

I picked up my drink and took a sip. It was ice cold and pleasantly strong and I savoured the taste on my tongue for as long as I could. Then, I could think of no further excuses and leant over to release Sally's gag before holding her drink to her lips.

'Oh, that's good.' Her cheeks were flushed and I thought there was an edge to her voice. For a moment I wondered if the journey in bondage and my unnecessary prolongation of it had been too much for her.

'Are you ok ?'

'Yes, I think so.' There was definitely and edge to her voice. 'I take it we're in the bar of the Todos Mundos ?'

I suddenly realised just how helpless she was, blindfolded and restrained and, until now, gagged in a bar in a foreign city. I could understand any nervousness she might display.

'Yes.'

'I take it we made a discrete entrance ?'

'Oh, yes.' I tried to keep my voice level. 'It's a very quiet evening.'

She turned her head towards me. I've always been a very poor liar and even if I get away with the lie I'm usually found out afterwards.

I took another sip of my drink and held her glass to her lips.

It was unfortunate timing that as I did this the concierge approached us and informed me in a loud voice that the luggage I had forwarded this morning had been delivered to our room.

Even though she was blindfolded I once again felt sure Sally was staring at me. I tried not to look at her as I thanked him.

'A successful trip to Mirkada, Sir ?' He asked.

'Very good, thank you.'

'I am surprised how many European women choose to adopt the local dress.' He grinned looking at Sally with obvious pleasure. 'I think that it why the bar is always so full on a Tuesday when the bus returns.'

I felt myself beginning to blush.

'The hotel does not mind ?'

'Of course not, Sir.' He looked around. 'Very good for business.'

I could imagine Sally's eyes burning through the blindfold.

'Misunderstanding with the luggage, eh ?' Her voice had an even stronger edge.

'Yes...er.' I really didn't know what to say. It had seemed quite a good prank to make her travel back on the bus in full Vilisqaz.

'So the bar's quiet is it ?'

'Well...' I looked around. There was barely an empty seat and the waiters were being run off their feet.

'Discrete entry ?'

I decided it was best not to mention the smartphones.

'You and I are going to need a little talk in the morning.'

My heart sank. I had clearly gone too far, a common error on holiday away from the usual constraints of life. I envisaged a night sleeping on the sofa and the chances of ever seeing Sally so beautifully bound again seemed to vanish.

'I'm sorry.' It didn't seem nearly enough.

'I've been in bondage for most of the last three days and spent six hours bouncing on a bus with the dildo and a butt plug inside me.'

Her voice sounded strained as if she was trying to control herself.

'And I'm wearing nipple clamps. Do you have any idea how much my nipples are throbbing ?'

I didn't know what to say.

'And now I'm kneeling half naked in a room full of strangers who are, no doubt ogling me and probably filming me on their mobile phones.'

I looked around. A few men and even a couple of women had the good manners to turn away discretely.

'Just as well the vibrator is discrete.' Her face was, I noticed, very flushed now.

I had completely forgotten. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the remote.

'You want me to turn it off ?'

'God no !' She spoke rather too loudly.

Heads turned towards us.

She licked her lips. 'Can I have another drink ?'

I held the glass to her lips and she took another drink.

'Thank you.'

I watched her chew on her bottom lip, something she does when concentrating or trying to make a decision.

'Actually, I think you'd better turn it off.'

I did as she asked.

'Thank you.' She took some deep breaths clearly trying to control herself.

'Do you want to go to the room ?'

'Yes.' She was very clear about this, nodding, still breathing hard. 'But first we need to be very clear about something.'

I prepared for the worst.

'Before we leave I want you to gag me.'

I looked at her in surprise.

'Then I want you to lead me out of here so everyone can take one last ogle at this little cum slut sex toy I appear to have become over the last three days.' She paused. 'Bloody foreign holidays. Way too easy to get carried away.' She licked her lips before continuing. 'Then, when we get to the room I want you to put me over your knee and spank me for being such a naughty girl. Spank me until my bottom in red.'

I looked around. He voice was intense but she was whispering and I was pretty sure nobody else could hear her.

'Then I want you to take off this chastity belt and fuck me until I cum, which I don't think will take very long. And don't even think about taking my gag out. Before you turned off that vibrator just now I was about to cum my load right here and there was no way I was going to be in any way discrete.'

She paused.

'And if you do all that right, I might just forgive you for your part in it all and let you do it to me all over again when we get home.' She turned her head as if looking at me. 'And don't even think about untying me until morning. Understand ?'

She opened her mouth and I pushed the gag into it.

I understood perfectly.