FLR Holiday Pt. 02

I awoke the next morning to the sound of my wife moving around in the small kitchen area, she started taking our breakfast items onto the balcony and shortly after called me to come join her.

We sat outside eating our breakfast, with me using a towel to hide my modesty, admiring the view and discussing our plans for the day. We agreed to have a lazy day after travelling yesterday and planned to chill out at the hotel's private beach.

So shortly after breakfast we started gathering everything we needed, "I've laid your trunks out on the bed for you," my wife shouted from the bathroom. I looked and saw a tiny pair of bright yellow swimming trunks I'd never seen before, they were 'speedo' style trunks, looked at least a size too small and left nothing to the imagination. I fact the shape of my cage would stand out a mile in these. I guessed this was a part of the package I'd seen her sneaking in the case back home.

"Honey, I can't wear these!" I pleaded, "they're far too small and the cage will be visible."

She walked into the bedroom, brushing her hair, "What did you agree at the airport?" she asked, wandering past me.

"Yes, but..." I started.

"No buts! You agreed you'd do whatever I said, didn't you?"

She had me, of course! Bang to rights.

"However, as always I'll give you a choice," she said whilst rummaging in her bedside cabinet. "You can wear your new trunks I've thoughtfully bought you, or you can wear these".

She stood up and on the end of one finger held out a pair of her bikini bottoms. A pair she'd always looked fantastic in, dark brown, skimpy and with laces at each side you could pull to release.

I knew I couldn't win, I realised how often these choices she gave me were no choice at all and started trying to pull the latex style yellow trunks on, which was not easy at all.

"Good boy!" she said condescendingly and patted me twice on the backside as I tried to squeeze into them, "Now let's go!"

I trotted behind her on the way to the beach, trying to hide myself behind the large tote bag I was carrying with our supplies in. When she noticed this, she grabbed one of the handles and walked beside me with the bag inbetween us, denying me any opportunity to cover myself.

"Don't worry, you look lovely," she confidently stated. This wasn't true, I looked ridiculous, the trunks were definitely too small and it seemed clear to me the cage was visible to anyone who looked.

We arrived at the beach and grabbed two sunbeds, I hoped to lay on the bed on my stomach and avoid any form of contact but that was not going to happen. First, I had to rub sun lotion all over her body, she stood up in order to be creamed so I was visible to anyone looking, I rubbed the lotion into her warm body and in my frustrated state started to get aroused immediately, this was something I definitely couldn't afford, dressed as I was, chastity cages may stop full erections but will not stop movement and some growth. I did whatever I could to take my mind off the situation and eventually managed to calm myself by trying to name England's 1966 world cup winning team.

Then it was my turn and I was ordered to spread my legs and place my hands on my head as she slowly and meticulously ensured I was fully protected, once more leading to me becoming aroused as my wife sensually rubbed the lotion over my body, making sure to take far longer than necessary.

Even when finished, I was told to not be silly and lay on my back on the bed. At least the worst is over I thought and no one seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in my fluorescent swimwear. Just as I relaxed, I was told it was time for drinks and was sent to the beach bar.

As I wandered over to the bar, I did notice a few people looking at me, in particular a middle-aged woman with short blonde hair seemed to be taking a particular interest in me as she peered over the top of her sunglasses. I ignored her and walked on to get our drinks.

It was a beautiful day and we chilled there, drinking, reading and listening to some summer tunes on our phones. I'd just about forgotten the embarrassing swimwear when my wife piped up, "time for you to go for a swim I think".

"No thanks, I'm fine at the moment," I replied.

"I wasn't asking!" she warned, "off you go."

So, I had to walk through the sunbeds and the people on the beach and now I was sure people we're beginning to look. I couldn't blame them, I knew I would have made a comment about someone strolling around dressed as I was. I made my way into the sea as quickly as possible and once there felt at least a little safer under the water.

After a while, I'd had enough and started to head back to dry land, suddenly I realised the trunks were absolutely clinging to me as I headed back to my sunbed, I chanced a quick look down and could definitely see the outline of my cage as the trunks clunk to it. There was nothing I could do, any attempt to cover myself would only make me look more suspicious and draw further attention to my 'package'.

As I arrived back my wife was smirking, clearly relishing my predicament. I dried off and settled down to relax when I felt a shadow block out the sun. I opened my eyes and saw the blonde woman who'd been staring earlier, ignoring me totally, she leant across me and spoke directly to my wife.

"Hi darling, I hope you don't mind me coming over to say hello," she drawled in a north American accent I couldn't quite place. "I noticed your man here earlier and then saw your lovely necklace and just had to come introduce myself."

Shit, our secret was out, she clearly understood what we had going on here. I looked across at my wife, who was also at a loss as to how to respond as she fingered to key to my cage hanging around her neck, she was fine winding me up of course, but didn't expect to get called out by a complete stranger.

Before either of us could say anything, she continued, "Don't worry sweetheart, it's always great to meet like-minded people," and with that felt into a mass of gold chains she had strung around her neck and held out one chain with a similar key hanging from it.

She continued, "yep, that's right. Hubby over there is also under lock and key," as she pointed to a guy laid out on a bed wearing a baseball cap and, I noticed, reasonable boxer style trunks.

I looked this woman over, short blonde hair, a mass of chains around her neck, far too much make-up for the beach, I thought. She also wore some bizarre woollen knitted poncho thing with tassels hanging from it and as she leant over me, I smelt her perfume, she must have sprayed herself all over in lavender. All too much, I said to myself as I looked down and noticed she even had heels on.

"Like what you see cowboy?" she laughed, seemingly noticing me for the first time. "Why don't you run along and me and your missus here will have a little chat."

I looked across at my wife. "Yes, you should go for a walk," she nervously muttered, "I'll see you in about 10 minutes".

There was no way I was walking anywhere dressed as I was, I went back into the sea and sat down half submerged thinking about this latest turn of events. It was all very well fooling around in the privacy of your own home or room but being shamed in public like this was too much, I hope my wife would agree and just what did this woman actually want from us?

I decided I'd left it long enough and started to return to the beds, halfway there I noticed my wife and all our belongings had totally gone. I looked around and noticed the American woman beckoning me over, having no other option I walked up to her.

"Hi again, I didn't introduce myself properly earlier, I'm Denise and this is my husband Bill", I shook Bills hand and gave my name. "Oh yes I know your name and all about you," she smiled.

"Nice trunks," laughed Bill.

"Hush now honey, don't go embarrassing the poor boy further," she answered, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

"Do you happen to know where my wife went," I asked, wanting to get this conversation over with.

"Yes, she wants you to meet her back at the room tout-suite," Denise replied.

I thanked her and left, as I walked away, she shouted after me. "Hope to see you real soon sweetheart!"

I carried on with this ambiguous remark running around in my head and tried to ignore the funny looks and giggles I got as I made my way back to the room.

As I arrived, I found the door slightly ajar, walked in to find my wife rummaging around in our case.

I started to try to talk to her about Denise. "No time now, trunks off, quick, quick," she ordered.

"Look Honey, we really need..." I started.

"Quiet!" she shouted, holding her fingers to my lips. I complied and she led me to a dining chair she had placed in the middle of the tiled floor. Swiftly and without any explanation she tied my hands to the back of the chair using cable ties (something else she must have hidden in our case). My ankles were then secured to the chair legs in the same way, leaving me completely helpless.

I looked at her questioningly, something she didn't seem to like and she pulled a blindfold out of somewhere and placed me into total blackness.

Finally, she knelt at my feet and I felt her fumbling around with my cage. She slipped it off my penis and carefully extracted the ring from around my testicles. With that the teasing started, gently rubbing my enlarging cock, flicking her tongue in my ears and lightly twisting my nipples.

I was really getting into it when all of a sudden, she stopped, she whispered in my ear, "Be sure to enjoy yourself whilst I'm gone," and with that I heard the sound of her sandals slapping across the floor, the door bang shut and her footsteps receding outside.

I was left alone, helpless and blindfolded, yet almost straight away I heard her returning and the door opening, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Silly me!" she exclaimed, "I forgot to put the 'do not disturb' sign outside, we wouldn't want the maid coming in and finding you like this would we?" and without waiting for an answer she left again.

I felt very uneasy, sat here alone in darkness, what was she doing? It could only be something to do with the two Americans. My thoughts then started to run wild. Was she meeting them? And if so for what reason? I started thinking all sorts of extreme possibilities.

I was brought out of my imaginings by the sound of heels slowly yet deliberately walking along the outside corridor, they stopped outside the door and I heard it open with a creak. It was gently pushed to and I heard the heels click nearer and start to circle me.

I was very nervous but decided to keep quiet, helpless as I was. Whoever it was slowly circled me twice, clearly taking in my situation. They stood behind me and I got the definite smell of lavender! Shit! I started to panic and struggle, which was pointless of course. I felt someone lean over me and felt chains drop onto my chest as someone nibbled my ear, holding my head in place when I tried to pull away.

They then moved and sat astride me, facing me, I felt the woollen poncho rub against my chest and decided enough was enough!

"Listen Denise, I'm not sure what you and my wife have set up here but I've definitely not agreed to this." A hand was firmly placed over my mouth but I shook free and continued. "No this is not going to happen, it's non-consensual, I don't agree to it".

Denise climbed off me and I thought I'd made my point, I'd never fooled around with any other woman in all our years of marriage and wasn't going to start now.

Then I felt a hand start to lightly rub my cock and realised it was standing proud and erect. I tried to explain it away but was less than convincing when I felt something being shoved into my mouth, her panties! she was fucking trying to shove her panties into my mouth! I started pushing them back out with my tongue when I felt massive pain in my balls, she was digging her fingernails into me, it was agony! Whilst doing this with one hand she started pushing the panties back, deeper into my mouth, when I tried to expel them again, she dug harder into my balls and I understood.

Slowly and carefully, using one finger she pushed her underwear into my mouth, ensuring every last piece of fabric was inside. Then and only then did she slightly release her grip on my testicles. She held one finger against the underwear in my mouth and I nodded, meaning they would stay there. I was beaten.

I sensed her kneel in front of me and she started licking up and down my shaft, taking her time, knowing there was nothing I could do. After teasing for a while she spat on my cock and then I felt her lips wrap around it and she started bobbing up and down, the sound of her chains banging against the chair seat as she worked her magic would have been amusing ad it not been for my predicament.

It had been a long time since my wife had gone down on me, perhaps considering it not now part of our dynamic, so this felt wonderful, I think I'd forgotten the joy of getting head and Denise certainly knew what to do, licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow.

I was getting close to the point of no return and she sensed it, slowed down eventually coming to a stop. My dick slipped out of her mouth with a slap and I was left denied once more.

She stood up and I heard her casually stroll towards the kitchen area, I heard the fridge door open and it sounded like she was having a drink, taking a rest. I knew she wasn't finished with me yet.

After a while she strolled back, the sound of those heels on the marble floor actually now a little frightening, I felt a cold gel being squeezed onto my genitals and then she started working me with her hand, she'd used lube, which was a new sensation to me and was gently yet insistently stroking me, using strange twisting motions I'd never experienced before. Once again, she showed her expertise bringing me close to the edge then slowing down until I'd regained some composure, every so often she would stop and insert a nail a little way into my urethra until I squealed through my gag.

Eventually, she'd decided that was that and started pumping me faster and faster. I knew I was close, started shaking my head and trying to struggle, she grabbed my balls in one hand whilst pumping away with the other. There was no point resisting, I was her pawn.

I hadn't been allowed release for almost a week and it showed when I came. I spurted copious amounts of semen again and again and again, grunting in pleasure as I released my seed. I lay there gasping, totally spent and felt her wiping her hands on my chest, rubbing my slimy discharge over me.

As I lay there panting as best I could, I felt her slowly pull her knickers out of my mouth, she leant on my shoulder with one arm and pulled them up her legs. She grabbed my chin, placed a gentle kiss on my lips and strolled out of the room, the sound of her heels receding as she left me alone once more.

As I started to calm down, I began to fully understand what had just happened and a wave of despair washed over me. This changed everything, I'd always been faithful and was pretty sure my wife had as well. Yet now, against my will I had tasted forbidden fruit and as I sat there trapped on that chair, I also began to wonder where the hell my wife had been all this time, I thought it was pretty likely she'd been doing similar with Bill.

By the time I heard the front door opening and her sandals slapping across the tiled floor, I was livid and as soon as the blindfold came off started shouting and yelling at her. "What the hell were you thinking? How could you subject me to that?"

She was clearly concerned and tried to calm me down but I wouldn't listen, "Cut me free now, I've had enough of this, I was sobbing by this point, angry, ashamed and in tears all at once.

She grabbed me by the chin, held it tight, looked me in the eye and very slowly said, "calm down and listen!"

I still wouldn't hear her and started ranting about her being unfaithful and forcing me into an impossible situation, she held out her phone and showed me a video playing on it. It showed someone walking up to our front door and entering our room, there I was tied to the chair naked and blindfolded! the fucking yank had recorded the action! I started raging again and received a hard slap to my face, then another, I calmed a little and was told to watch the video.

By this time Denise had placed her phone on the tv cabinet and positioned it directly on the action, I saw her start to circle me and then noticed the big reveal, It was my wife strolling around not Denise! she was wearing her poncho, wearing her collection of necklaces, her heels and pinned her long hair high on her head to help carry off the deception. no doubt she'd also dabbed a generous amount of Denise's perfume over herself as well. I'd been well and truly fooled.

My wife sat on the floor next to me and gently asked, "Did you think I would ever let another woman play with my property?" she asked as we watched the recent events unfold on the phone screen.

"I'm sorry, I should have trusted you," I weakly replied.

"Perhaps," she answered, but it was nice to hear you being so possessive over me."

"I thought you'd be doing the same with that Bill." I muttered.

"Well, initially she did suggest we swap partners, but once I was very clear that wasn't happening, we came up with plan B. I think he's been getting the same treatment from Denise, she borrowed my sandals and perfume, although I'm not sure what she did about my hair. We swapped everything back poolside and I came back to see if you'd fell for it."

Things were beginning to heat up on the video, "I thought this bit worked well," she stated, nodding to the part when she was licking my cock and I could see she had purposely lifted and then dropped the necklaces hard on the chair seat to make a noise.

"Yes, very clever," I said, "I can see just how pleased you are with yourself."

"Yes, aren't I!" she purred and with that started to gently massage my penis, which I noticed was already beginning to swell again. "And look, the lube! that was a good touch, wasn't it?"

We continued to watch the rest of the video in silence and there was no doubt we were both becoming aroused, my breathing becoming heavier as she continued to manipulate my growing member. When it had finished, I said, "cut me free, will you?".

"No chance," she gasped. "Time for wifey to have some fun!" With that she stood up and started to gyrate around me, stripping her few clothes off at the same time. Finally, she was just stood there in her bikini bottoms, eyeing me up and down. She spun around, facing away from me, placed her hands on my knees and lowered her body onto mine, pressing my cock between my belly and her arse cheeks.

She squirmed on top of me for a while, driving me wild with lust and revelling in my helplessness. Eventually she stood up and pulled her panties all the way down, making sure she bent right over and gave me a fantastic view. She backed up, leant between her legs and grabbed my cock, carefully placing the tip at the entrance of her labia.

She started moving herself in circular motions, then figures of eight, my cock following her gyrations, I was desperate for more but was unable to thrust any deeper into her, tied as I was.

"How does that feel?" she asked knowingly.

I could only ask for, "more!" like some ridiculous Dickensian character.

"No, this is nice," she teased, continuing to twist and gyrate with the tip of my cock just inside her; this was torture!

Suddenly, without any warning, she dropped onto me and my cock slid deep within her. It felt glorious, it seemed so long since I'd been inside her. She didn't start working up and down, but continued to twist and rock. I noticed a hand disappear and although I couldn't see from my vantage point, I was sure she was playing with her clit as she moved on top of me.

After a short while, she did start pumping me, sliding up and down, getting quicker and quicker, this was fantastic I thought twice in one day! as I approached my climax, she seemed lost in her own pleasure, yet just before I got there, she jumped off me and there was a loud slap as my engorged member fell back against my belly.

"I'm not finished yet, so you don't come until I'm ready," she panted lustfully.

She mounted me again, this time facing me, wrapped her legs around the back of the chair and grabbed onto the top of the chair back with her hands. Pausing to give me a deep, long wet kiss she pushed my cock inside her.

I opened my legs as wide as my bonds allowed to try and feel her deeper within me as she started rocking back and forth. Positioned as we were, it felt like I was only half inside her, so to compensate for this she was ensuring the head of my penis was moving up and down and constantly rubbing against her g-spot.

This was sending us both to new heights and as we continued rocking our exertions were so strong the impetus sent the chair sliding across the floor and tipping onto two legs as our thrusts continued. We carried on oblivious, shouting and groaning in ecstasy, our sweaty bodies clamped against each other, pushing and grunting in unison, the chair sliding back and forth with each thrust, until simultaneously, we reached our 'event horizon' and cried out, lost in utter abandonment.

We lay, panting heavily, her head leant against my chest, as we allowed our heartbeats to normalise. "Can you cut me free now!" I asked.

"Yes, soon," she replied and slowly dismounted me. She strolled into the bathroom, shut the door and I sat there covered in both our juices awaiting her pleasure.

She returned eventually, carrying a small bowl and a hand towel and started gently cleaning my now tender genitals. When she was satisfied, she retrieved my chastity cage, massaged moisturiser onto my cock and balls and relocked me, adding a gentle kiss on my cage as she finished.

"Your little soldier has had quite a day," she started, "but let's not forget who's in charge, shall we?" she added as she led me to our bed.

We lay there for a long while, fully satisfied, our bodies closely entwined as we dozed on and off.

As the day neared its end and the sun started to set, we roused ourselves, took a long shower together and headed off to a tapas bar we had noticed the previous evening.

The meal passed in relative silence, both of us chilled and content with the day's events. As we strolled back to the hotel, holding hands, my wife casually warned me, "Don't let me regret allowing you to come today, I know you kind of lose some of that submissive nature once you've been satisfied and it can take a while for it to build up again."

She was right, of course, once I, or any other man for that matter, ejaculates we naturally relax and slack off somewhat, losing a certain amount of interest in our partner

"Dont forget, underneath my trousers I'm still caged and wearing skimpy womens panties," I reminded her, "There's little chance of me forgetting who's in charge."

We arrived back at the hotel and were lucky enough to bag the last available table at the outdoor events area, apparently some form of traditional cabaret was due to be performed, the likelihood was it would be pretty dire as these things generally are. But what the hell! we were on holiday with nothing better to do. I grabbed us a couple of cocktails and we waited for the show to start.

Suddenly, my wife spotted our two American pals, waved at them and said to me, "you wait here and save the table, I'm going to have another chat with Denise." With that she grabbed her drink and trotted over to them.

I sat alone in silence enduring the terrible 'authentic' dance show whilst my wife chatted excitedly with her new found buddies, at times pointing towards me and laughing. I expected her to return soon but she seemed content at their table and I saw Bill go to the bar and buy another set of drinks for them, they seemed to be settled in for the night.

I'd long since finished my drink and couldn't leave the table as it would have been snapped up immediately. Instead, I called my wife's mobile. She heard it ringing, took it from her purse, looked at the caller id and placed it back, unanswered.

What the hell! She was deliberately ignoring me, enjoying the company of this couple instead. I tried calling again, this time she simply let her phone ring out and trip onto answerphone. I sat there alone, forlorn, wondering what she might be discussing.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice her return to my side a while later, "It's been a long day, let's head home," she said.

"I could do with another drink," I tried.

"No, let's go! She answered and walked away in the direction of our apartment.

Unhappily, I ran and caught up with her, she was smiling dreamily as she strolled along swinging her purse at her side. I tried talking to her about what had just happened and what she'd discussed with the Americans, but was told to be quiet and enjoy the beautiful evening.

Upon entering our apartment, she stood by my side and waited whilst I stripped once more, emphasising her dominance over me in our current dynamic.

"Look Honey, I thought you were out or order leaving me like that tonight..." I started.

She quickly interrupted me. "I knew you'd start playing up now you've spunked today", I was shocked, she'd never used such a word before. She continued, "Straight away, you're out of your sub mind-set and bugging me."

"I'm just saying.." I foolishly tried again.

"Be quiet whilst I'm talking! She demanded, "Do you want to fetch me my hairbrush? .... Well do you!"

"No, please don't, I'm really sorry," I pleaded, "What can I do to make it up to you?" I knew I was beat and putty in her hands.

"That's better," she said, "on your knees and follow me," and she sauntered over to the sofa and sat down.

I dropped down onto all fours, crawled over to her and waited for instruction.

She was quiet so I jumped in with, "can I lick your pussy please? let me make it up to you." I heard how feeble this sounded.

But she had other ideas, "No sir! You haven't earned that privilege tonight, we need to reset you, make you more docile, more compliant. Take off my socks and shoes!"

So, I unlaced her white trainers and pulled off her little white bobby-socks, this revealed her beautiful yet somewhat sweaty feet, it had been a hot night and she'd been wearing them with a short summer dress for a fair few hours now.

"Now, they're a little pungent so need a really good wash, get started!"

Fuck! She was going to make me lick her feet clean. I looked up at her, wondering if I dare challenge her.

She easily had my measure. "Hmmm, it looks like someone wants to wear their cage through security when we fly home."

I started with her big toe, licking and sucking it, then moved onto the rest of them.

"Make sure to fully get into the gaps between them," she commanded. I looked up at her and the flash of a photo being taken from her phone momentarily blinded me.

"One for the scrapbook," she giggled.

So, for the next five minutes I thoroughly washed her right foot, the toes, sole, heel and so on, everywhere up to her ankle was thoroughly licked clean. I leant over and attempted to start on her left foot.

"No, no! go round again, I want to make sure you've not missed a bit, she ordered.

So, I found myself licking and slurping away again, at one point she pushed her big toe into my mouth, then started circling it around and around, slowly feeding more of her toes and foot into my mouth until the whole of the front of her foot was in. She then wrapped her left foot around the back of my head and started thrusting her foot in and out of my mouth. She was orally fucking me! As this continued, she looked straight into my eyes, searching for any signs of disobedience.

But there was none, by forcing me into such a debauched act she had returned me to that submissive sub-space I had been lost in until earlier that day and she knew it, smiling triumphantly as I gagged on her toes.

Once she had finished degrading me this way, I was ordered, "Now dry them!". I looked into her eyes once more and understood her meaning. I started blowing onto her foot and toes, carefully parting each digit and breathing deeply into the crevice until she was satisfied.

Still my ordeal wasn't over and I was given the same smelly task on her other foot, going through the same cleaning regimen and having her toes thrust deep into my mouth, more photos were taken of my humiliation and again, I had to blow-dry her foot.

Finally, she was satisfied and announced, "right time for bed, we need to sleep." Then, as she strolled towards the bathroom added, "you in particular, we've got a big day planned tomorrow!"

What was this about? I certainly hadn't planned anything with her. The 'we' she was talking about must have been that other damn couple. This was getting heavy!

to be continued.....

Authors note: I hope enjoyed reading this developing saga, and that the deception wasn't too obvious.