Paradise Isle, Their Deal Pt 05
(Fetish, pierce, chastity, consensual, Paradise Isle) Still chaste, more piercings
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Read the previous chapters of The Deal, first.
The four of them chatted and held hands while they paraded through the courtyard to the main building where they'd catch the shuttle to the fetish resort and the restaurant there.
While Hailey and Connor followed the other pair, Connor couldn't help but watch Sadie's tail, swaying gently and invitingly as she moved along. And his cock again tried to get hard.
When he glanced over at his wife, she too was staring at the waving length of fur. Smiling and pondering.
At one point where the walkway was unusually wide, the four of them wound up in a line all holding hands. Talking and laughing, enjoying themselves.
Connor couldn't help but relax and enjoy the company. He was, after all, a guy with three pretty girls.
The only problem was that his cock was locked away. But actually, that was part of the fun - arousing, frustrating and torturous all at the same time.
They caught the shuttle over to the other resort, the 'fet resort', that catered to guests and practices that were more elaborate and excitingly kinky.
The last time Connor and Hailey had been there, they'd gotten so turned on, they had initiated their fantasy fulfillment deal; his interest in chastity and hers in piercings.
And look how well that was working out.
As they'd discovered at their little party the other night Ariana and Sadie were a happy lipstick lesbian couple with Ariana being the more dominant partner, and Sadie the more submissive one within their relationship.
Walking to the restaurant, passing other guests, the four of them fit right in. Sadie and Connor both nude and Hailey and Ariana in only their bikini bottoms. And with Connor in his cage, Hailey with her piercings and oversized jewelry and Sadie with her cute, swaying tail they attracted some, but not all the attention. There were certainly more bizarrely costumed, decorated and enhanced people amongst the collection of other guests.
While the girls chatted away, Connor was content to simply people-watch. Although it had its normal, painful effect on his constrained cock and balls.
Eventually they arrived at the restaurant, and grabbed a square table for the four of them. Once again Connor found himself seated next to Sadie, with Hailey on his other side. He faced Ariana across the table.
She was a pretty sight, but also a bit intimidating. Ariana did have a dominant personality.
While they ate and drank, they exchanged some details of their backgrounds and their lives - fairly mundane news, they too lived successful and comfortable lives, back in the US.
Discussing the island, its lands and resorts, was more interesting and intriguing, and they spent a lot of time on those topics.
For a while Ariana probed for details of Hailey's visits to the island's clinic.
"It does seem like they employ unusual and highly successful techniques." Ariana commented.
Hailey nodded enthusiastically. "They do. The discomfort and the healing times are unbelievably minimal; almost magical."
Ariana thought quietly for a moment. "We have imagined Sadie with larger breasts. Much larger, actually."
"Sadie, my love, I do think we get that taken care of while we're here. Don't you agree?"
It didn't seem to Hailey that Sadie was all in with that idea. It may have been Ariana's desire, more than her lover's.
Sadie did reply with an, "if you'd like." And that made Ariana smile.
Connor hadn't heard that exchange as he was watching a woman walking into the restaurant, she was completely covered in latex from head to toe. Even her head was shiny and smooth, and ocean blue. And her face was covered by a severe gas-mask with a long air tube connected to a shoe-box sized filter that she carried in one hand, by a handle.
A man in a normal swim suit was leading her by her other hand.
Her body looked perfect, beneath the tight and shiny rubber.
Connor enjoyed the sight immensely, but wondered how she could possibly stand the heat, the restricted breathing, and how she could conceivably enjoy the food at the restaurant in her restrictive outfit.
He was disappointed when he lost sight of them as they claimed a table across the patio.
Noting the location, he let his curiosity get the best of him, and after waiting for several minutes he excused himself and headed off to the men's room, which just happened to be over past the area of the latex goddess' table.
Connor took his time, sauntering past other tables full of diners, until his target came into view.
She was sitting, and delicately eating through a circular hatch located just in front of her mouth. The open end of breathing tube dangled on a chain beneath her chin.
As he watched she slid a spoonful of soup in through her mouth-hole, it just barely fit, but she successfully poured the contents into her mouth and then returned the spoon to her plate while reinserting the tube to once again close off her mouth.
It occurred to him that she could either eat or breathe, laboriously through her long tube and filter. That thing sat on the empty chair next to her.
It was all so bizarrely erotic that he almost stumbled from the pain generated by his cock trying its damndest to explode through the cage's bars. Damn!
He stared at her as he continued on to the restroom.
There, he walked in to find another guy standing here washing his hands. The guy gave him the once-over, and smiled when he saw his cage.
"My, you look sweet. My boyfriend would just love you. Would you be interested in joining us for a threesome, tonight? You look like a delightful boy."
"Um, no thanks," Connor answered, heading quickly for a stall.
He stepped in and closed the door, hoping the guy would finish and leave. But he didn't hear the door open or close.
"Come on, be a good sissy and come play with us," the guy said from outside his stall.
"Not interested. My wife is out there waiting for me."
"Oh, so you're her boy. Oh well, have a good night."
Only then did Connor hear the door open and close as the man left.
Finished, he walked straight back to the table and rejoined the women, forgetting all about the latex lady -too upset over being tagged as a sissy by that slug. He knew that his cage, especially with the shiny red charms attached might flag him as a pansy, but he certainly wasn't one. And he sure as hell had no interest in men.
He settled back into his chair, finding a glass of wine waiting for him. Hailey explained that they'd ordered another round while he was gone. He only drank wine on rare occasions, but apparently Ariana had just ordered four glasses for the table.
At that point the women were talking about their resort's excellent spa, and how they intended to get together, tomorrow, for mani-pedis all around.