Holiday Slavery

H O L I D A Y

B O N D A G E

Chapter 7: Public Punishment ... and Private Pleasure.

In fact, I slept so well that I woke with my Mistress shaking my shoulder, smiling down at me and saying, "Wake up, sleepy head! You were sleeping so soundly I decided not to disturb you while I showered and dressed. I've even ordered breakfast to be sent up -- it'll be here soon, so you better go shower."

When I emerged after a shower, I found that breakfast had indeed arrived --brought by a handsome tanned male slave, who was naked except for wrist cuffs joined by chains to rings pierced through his nipples, ankle shackles joined by another chain to a ring through the tip of his cock (!) and a very large ball-gag in his mouth. My Mistress made him stay and serve her breakfast, fascinated by the way the rings pulled at his nipples with each movement of his hands and toying casually with his cock and its ring as he knelt beside her. I had to help myself to breakfast but only when my Mistress had had enough of each dish.

The night's sleep hadn't changed my resolve to be a very obedient slave for the rest of our stay on the island, so I followed my Mistress humbly when we left the hotel. For a change she fitted a short chain between cuffs on my wrists, then looped it around the base of my cock and fastened it with the clip of the leash she held; this kept my hands each side of my cock and almost between my legs, which made walking a bit awkward and must have looked funny.

It was already mid-morning as we walked through the streets. My Mistress stopped briefly once or twice to look in shop windows, but it was clear she had a definite destination in mind. I simply followed without much thought, except to wonder when (or whether) we'd be seeing Master Paul and Helen again. Suddenly my Mistress said, "Here we are!" as we rounded a corner ... and there they were!

"Sorry we're a bit late," apologized my Mistress after "Hello"s all round. "I let my slave sleep in a bit ... and then there was this lovely slave who served my breakfast! ..." While she told Master Paul all about it, I looked at Helen; her blond nakedness was as lovely as ever, and today she too had her hands shackled in an unusual way -- a short rod between wrist cuffs was attached to her nipples with spring clamps, forcing her to hold her hands up beside her lovely tits to avoid putting the weight of her hands and forearms on her nipples. And the leash Master Paul held was clipped to the centre of the bar, so I was certain she'd followed him here very obediently!

Our owners locked our leashes to the 'hitching rail' and went into the shop, which I recognized as the one where Helen and I had been taken inside the other day and measured. I wondered briefly why we were here again, but Helen broke into my thoughts as soon as we were alone.

"Well ... did your Mistress have a serious chat with you last night?" she asked eagerly. I told her no, so she continued, "When will we tell them about yesterday afternoon, then?"

"No," I replied, "I'm not going to tell my Mistress ... not after the way she got us so close to doing it last night and then we had to stop just as we were getting started!"

Helen looked so disappointed at this that I felt awful - I really hated upsetting her - but I was determined to stick to my decision this time. I opened my mouth to try to explain this to her, but just then my Mistress and Master Paul came out of the shop again.

A few minutes later we were inside but, like the other day, blindfolded so that we could see nothing. (Helen and I checked with each other later and found that the same had happened to us both.) Our arms were fastened above our heads, allowing complete access to our naked bodies ... for a 'fitting', obviously!

It took some time for the adjustments to be made, but finally the blindfold was suddenly removed and in a mirror I saw myself wearing a harness made of black straps. It consisted of a collar, a strap running vertically from it back and front and under my crotch, and two horizontal straps around my waist and chest. The straps were able to stretch, which meant that they maintained a snug fit even when I bent or twisted.

Beside me in the mirror I could see Helen, her lovely figure encased in a 'corset' of heavy red leather which accentuated its curves dramatically. It reached from just above her pussy to just below her nipples, and in between it drew her already slim waist in to an almost incredible narrowness! The effect was enough to cause my cock to come to attention ... just as the shop assistant took a grip on it!

She simply wanted to demonstrate to my Mistress an attachment -- a sheath for my cock and balls which could be fastened in any of a variety of ways, from up against my belly to down and back between my legs. To everyone's amusement, my cock reacted to her handling (and the sight of Helen!) by getting so hard she could barely control it!

There were other attachments too. For Helen there was a heavy crotch-strap which could be drawn to any desired tightness ... as the assistant demonstrated to Master Paul, drawing gasps from Helen as it went deep between the lips of her pussy. It could also be fitted with its front strap separated, which had the effect of making the mound of her pussy seem even bigger; Master Paul liked that, and chose to leave it that way for a while.

There were loops at the top of Helen's corset for attaching to her nipples, and similar fittings on the strap that went around my chest. The assistants also showed our owners the D-rings placed strategically for fastening our wrists and arms in many ways, and the fittings for holding a dildo or vibrator in Helen's cunt ... or in both our rectums!

Finally our owners were satisfied. "Don't you love your new uniforms?" they asked us and told us to "... thank these nice people for doing such a good job!" We did so, and they completed the purchase by paying quite a large sum of money, I suspect. Before we left the shop, however, my Mistress reminded me that a few days ago I'd asked why slaves weren't allowed in shops.

"Now you're in one," she grinned, "and I feel like buying you an extra gift of your choice. Look around ... remember what I said about what sort of things a slave might choose ... but not too expensive, please!" I admit it took me some time to make a choice -- there was so much, and I did want to find something a bit unusual -- but at last I asked her to buy a pair of heavy wire cones designed to fit over my nipples, with strong spring clamps to grip them and a screw adjustment to exert the desired pull on them.

Meanwhile Master Paul had told Helen to choose something too; she chose what was called a 'pussy-whip' made of dozens of heavy silk threads, very soft to touch but guaranteed by the assistants to "... sting fiercely when properly applied to the tenderer parts of your slave's body!" Our choices pleased our owners ... and naturally my Mistress had to put mine to immediate use! So when we left the shop, both Helen and I had our wrist cuffs fastened to bars joined to spring clamps holding our nipples in their firm grip.

We spent what was left of the morning exploring a few places we hadn't seen before. Several times my Mistress and Master Paul left Helen and me alone for a while, and Helen always used these opportunities to try again to persuade me to join her in 'owning up' to our love-making yesterday. But I resisted her pleas and eventually she gave up, conceding that although she couldn't agree with my reasons she could understand how I felt. "I only hope," she said at last, "that when I tell my Master, I can persuade him not to tell Mistress Tina, because that's between you and her."

For lunch we returned to our hotel, and my Mistress and Master Paul decided that Helen and I had worn our new 'uniforms' long enough for the first time. They relaxed on easy-chairs in a pleasant leafy patio and made Helen and me kneel beside them and serve the light lunch of fruit and cheese by actually placing the food in their mouths. Between mouthfuls we also amused them by rubbing each other's nipples (still very tender from the just-removed clamps!); they greatly enjoyed watching the expressions of discomfort on our faces!

The 'main event' that afternoon was the weekly public parade and punishment of slaves who had incurred the wrath of their owners. My Mistress and Master Paul had obtained seats very near the front of the small but well-filled spectator stand, so that they (and Helen and I kneeling beside them) had a first-class view of the proceedings.

Each 'case' was announced and the 'accused' slave was brought forward by his or her owner, who described the offence in some detail to a 'tribunal' of several people including two Slave Squad officers. The slave was asked if the accusation was true, and I was interested to see that all but one freely admitted their guilt; and that one, after some 'evidence' was given by a couple of other slaves and an owner, pleaded guilty to a lesser offence.

The offending slaves also accepted with little complaint the punishments that the owners nominated - although some of them made a good deal of noise while the punishment was actually being applied! And some of the punishments were really quite severe; this was obviously the place for those slaves who enjoyed real pain or who were willing to submit to it to please their owners.

One of these, of course, was Suzy - my 'neighbour' in the cells two nights ago. After the formalities of her 'confession', she was stretched in a taut spreadeagle and given ten lashes of a large whip wielded by a strong male slave. Her Mistress, who'd given a convincing display of outrage and anger in accusing her, watched intently as Suzy howled under the blows of the whip ... but her face clearly betrayed more than a trace of emotion when Suzy had a climax as her punishment neared its end.

As she was led away afterwards by her Mistress, Suzy caught sight of us and persuaded her Mistress to stop and talk to us. While my Mistress and Master Paul talked with her Mistress, Suzy proudly displayed her striped back to Helen and me. Her Mistress even invited my Mistress and Master Paul to run their fingers along the raised weals left by the whip, which brought some gasps of pain from Suzy.

"It's not so funny right now, is it?" sympathised her Mistress. "But she doesn't learn!" she continued to Master Paul with a wry grin. "She'll probably be back here in a few weeks, getting another thrashing for some new wickedness. Sometimes I wonder why I keep her ... you wouldn't like to buy her, would you?"

Master Paul laughingly declined the offer and Suzy's Mistress looked at her slave with a deep sigh. "Oh well," she said, "I guess I'm stuck with you, so maybe we should go home and do something about your weals ... and then, my girl, you have a few days of chores to catch up on, especially one for that tongue of yours!"

"I have a feeling that's one chore she'll enjoy doing!" observed Master Paul as Suzy obediently followed at the end on her Mistress' leash. And my Mistress agreed with a smile.

Only one punishment 'case' followed Suzy's, and then the tribunal chairman made an announcement: "These public punishments are open not only to resident Masters and Mistresses, but also to any visiting slave-owners who feel that their slaves deserve such a penalty. Naturally, since visiting slaves can't be expected to be familiar with our customs and rules, their punishment would depend on their willingness to submit to it.

"Now - is there any visiting Master or Mistress who wishes to make a public accusation against his or her slave?"

Instantly, to my utter horror, Master Paul and my Mistress stood up and, on being invited to state their 'case', Master Paul said clearly, "We claim that our two slaves ..." (he indicated Helen and me) "... had sex with each other without our permission"! I was totally stunned; how did they know, if Helen hadn't told them yet? And if she had, why had she been trying to persuade me to 'confess' with her?

Before I could begin to sort out my confused thoughts, the announcer replied "That's a very serious offence, Sir and Madam. Would you please come up to the platform to answer some questions? Your slaves will be looked after by our assistant slaves."

Master Paul and my Mistress made their way forward and two slaves gently but firmly escorted Helen and me to the platform too. I stared at Helen, my mind still in turmoil. She must have seen the hurt and confusion in my eyes, because she whispered urgently, "I'm sorry, Peter, but I can't explain now ... later, I promise!"

We stood on the opposite side of the platform facing Master Paul and my Mistress while they were questioned about the time of our 'crime', whether it had happened in a public place (this was very important to the tribunal) and whether there were any witnesses. To this last question they replied, "No, but the girl has confessed."

By the time the tribunal turned to Helen and me, I'd come to a conclusion: the whole thing, from my being deprived of sexual gratification to Helen's 'seducing' me and making me believe Master Paul and my Mistress didn't know, had all been arranged to 'set me up'! However, I could also see that this wasn't really outside my pact with my Mistress, so I decided to persist with my plan --to submit and obey as far as I possibly could, and then to 'have it out' with my Mistress after leaving the island.

So, after Helen had confirmed her confession and the truth of all Master Paul's and my Mistress' statements, when I was asked the same questions, I replied defiantly: "Yes, all that the Master and Mistress have said is true --Helen and I did make love on the beach yesterday. I have no excuses, but I won't apologise either!"

"Very well," said the chairman. "You slaves are both liable for public punishment. Normally, the penalty for an offence as serious as this is very severe and you wouldn't even be allowed the chance to opt out of slavery before it is applied.

"However, since you're visitors, we'll ask your owners to select your punishment from a range prescribed for this offence. It would be best, if you trust them enough, to accept the punishment they choose; but if you insist on it, you may object to their choice on the ground that it's beyond your tolerance. Which is it to be?"

Put like that, and after my little show of bravado, I didn't have much choice! I said I'd accept whatever punishment was chosen and, after some hesitation, Helen did so too. Strangely enough, while part of me hoped I'd be able to bear the punishment, another part hoped for something worse so that my Mistress would be seen as overly cruel and vindictive.

I couldn't speak for Helen, but for me the choice they made was right on the borderline! -- very painful but just tolerable. I had to stand 'centre-stage' with my legs spread apart and the base of my cock fastened tightly to the top of a rigid post; my wrists were drawn back and down by a chain to the same post, forcing my naked body into a slight arch. Helen had to lie face up, her wrists tied to my ankles and her legs drawn up and very widely apart until her hips were raised well off the floor.

One purpose of all this, I realised, was for each of us to see the other's punishment; another became clear when one of the 'assistant slaves' positioned himself facing me through the Vee of Helen's legs and took aim with a multi-thonged 'cat' of medium weight ... we were to be whipped on the parts of our bodies that had offended!

Helen was given her punishment first - four strokes of the 'cat' placed accurately on the tender lips of her cunt. She tried to bear them stoically, but the third and fourth brought squeals that were almost screams. The sight of these blows landing on the object of my desires, plus a premonition of where I was about to feel the sting of the 'cat', caused my cock to swell enormously ... and this was aided by the ring at its base, tight and immovable!

Its very immovability played a part in my punishment! A naked female 'assistant slave' took up a position similar to her predecessor, but closer to Helen's upraised body, and lifted a light whippy cane. She placed it under my cock and lined it carefully along its length, then with a powerful snap of her wrist applied the first stroke exactly where she'd aimed it. Three more blows followed, placed with similar incredible accuracy, one to each side of my rigidly held prick and the last along the top. The pain was intense, as severe as any I'd ever suffered, but I was proud that I endured it with no more than strangled grunts.

"Your slaves have been punished publicly for their public offence," said the chairman to Master Paul and my Mistress while Helen and I were being untied. "Any further private punishment is, of course, your business ... but we strongly suggest that it's not necessary.

"One more thing, however ... it's our custom, for offences like this, to confine the offending slaves in a special way for a while; will you allow this for your slaves? Naturally, you may visit them in their cell and in this case you may have them released when you wish ... after four hours, shall we say?"

I wasn't surprised when my Mistress and Master Paul readily agreed to this (they seemed determined to get their 'pound of flesh' from me!) and Helen and I were led away by two 'assistant slaves'. We were taken to a nearby 'prison' building and into a cell clearly meant for solitary confinement - it had no windows or even bars and in the big solid door was a hatch through which food could be passed in!

Helen and I didn't speak at all while heavy shackles were fitted on our wrists and ankles; each individual shackle had a strong chain leading to two large padlocks, one for Helen's chains and one for mine, on opposite walls! The length of the chains was adjusted carefully before the padlocks were closed with a click of solid finality. "There," said one of the slaves, "that'll stop you from repeating your little pecadillo, but you're not really uncomfortable, are you?" They left us, closing the cell door with a thud.

We looked at each other for a long moment, and Helen was the first to speak. "You're mad at me, aren't you?" she said. "Please, let me explain ..."

"Don't bother!" I interrupted. "You and Master Paul and my Mistress cooked all this up between you the other night, didn't you? Well, I'm glad you had to be punished too, to make it convincing! Tell me -- did you like having your pussy whipped?" I went and sat down against 'my' wall, as far away as possible.

Helen made to come across to me, but her ankle chains stopped her short of halfway across the cell. She stood uncertainly for a moment, then sat on the floor ... and discovered that was too painful on her tender pussy and knelt instead. She began to speak quietly: "I can see why you think that, but you're wrong. You don't have to listen, but I want to describe everything that led to today's punishment ..."

She talked for a long time, never raising her voice or using phrases like "You've got to believe me!" and "I swear it's true!" At first I listened sceptically, but gradually her quiet sincerity began to convince me. She started by saying that she'd made love to me yesterday on the spur of the moment ("although I'd thought about it a lot earlier!"); afterwards she didn't regret it one bit ("I still don't!") but felt that we should tell Master Paul and my Mistress, and the sooner we did the better; but she'd agreed to my request not to say anything yet.

"I intended to keep that promise to you," she continued, "but when Master Paul was getting ready to go to dinner last night, he somehow suspected something and made me confess. He tied me spreadeagled on the bed and got me very very excited but wouldn't let me come. I'm sorry, Peter, but I just can't stand that for very long and Master Paul is so clever - he knows exactly when to stop touching me and when to start again!"

Despite her pleas, Master Paul had insisted on phoning my Mistress (it must have been while I was in the cells releasing Suzy) because they had been planning to have Helen and me screw on stage last night. (It was at this stage that I started to be convinced and to listen intently!) Wanting to protect me from any more punishment than necessary, Helen had offered to try to persuade me to 'confess' with her ("I was sure I could!" she said). This was the reason for her nearly successful campaign during dinner, and in fact for the choice of restaurant ... where we could be alone a lot to talk!

"But they made one condition that I didn't suggest," her soft voice went on. "If I couldn't persuade you to confess to Mistress Tina before the public punishments today, then I'd have to be punished along with you ... just as if I hadn't confessed in the first place! It wasn't an easy choice, and I very nearly decided to let you 'stew in your own juice'!

"Please, Peter, I want you to know that I do understand why you refused to tell Mistress Tina about us screwing and I don't hold anything against you ... but oh!..." she concluded, "... I wish you had let me persuade you, because my pussy does hurt awfully!"

By this time she had me hanging on every word! Her dignity and especially the fact that she hadn't once abused me for causing her current discomfort, convinced me completely. She looked so small and lonely huddled there in the middle of the floor that I moved over to touch her ... only to find that my chains also stopped me just short of reaching her!

She smiled at me, a wry smile with a touch of hope in it. "They have got us cleverly fixed, haven't they?" she said. "Are you still mad at me? Can you forgive me?"

"Can you forgive me," I cried, "for being so stubborn? It must have been very hard for you, having me change my mind so often, and at the end knowing that you needn't have suffered such pain. I'm so sorry - how can I possibly make it up to you?"

We talked for a long time, comforting each other. We found that, if we knelt, we were a little closer; and the wrist chains were longer than the ankle ones, which allowed us actually to hold hands. I had to wonder at how good a slave Helen was, putting herself in the position she had ... and even now she wouldn't tell me what my Mistress and Master Paul had been doing the night I was at Mistress Anne's, in spite of my repeated pleas.

Later our knees got sore, and we lay on our sides on the hard floor facing each other. Later still we discovered that, if we each lay with our heads away from the wall our chains were fastened to, our bodies 'overlapped'. Our arms were now able to touch each other's face and upper body and (the subtlest touch of all!) we found ourselves in a bizarre sort of 'forced 69'!! And we even used this opportunity ... trying to soothe each other's injured organ with our tongues!

This was how my Mistress and Master Paul found us when they came to visit --it must have been three or four hours after our confinement. Helen didn't move when they came in, and I stayed where I was too, thinking "I hope my Mistress doesn't mind ... and I don't really care if she does!"

They certainly seemed not to mind. They spent a few minutes examining the arrangement of chains and admiring its ingenuity; Master Paul commented, "I wonder how long it took these two to discover how best to use the arrangement." Then they gently pried us apart and made us kneel side by side facing them.

My Mistress spoke to me first, with a reproachful smile tinged with more than a hint of love: "I'm really sorry, slave, that things happened as they did ... but once we'd made the deal with slave Helen, we didn't want to go back on it. It's a pity you didn't let her persuade you to confess, although we don't know just how hard she tried.

"I'm sure you now know how it all came about, just as I know why you didn't want to tell me. Maybe I reacted too strongly when you asked what I did the other night - I'm still not going to tell you, but if I'd explained more gently when you asked, you may not have felt so hurt about it.

"Please believe me - we don't mind at all that you two made love; what upset us is that you didn't tell us about it immediately. If you had, we would probably have punished you in some way for doing it without our permission, but I promise you it wouldn't have been as severe as what you suffered this afternoon. Now, is there anything you want to say?" she concluded.

We all talked freely and honestly about our feelings for a while, and soon I was completely reassured of the sincerity of my Mistress and Master Paul. In any case, I was now so besotted with Helen that I would have agreed to almost anything if it meant I could stay with her. I even complained to Master Paul that he'd been unfair to her by subjecting her to punishment for my refusal to confess, but he replied, "That was her choice, not ours. She was so sure she could persuade you, but she failed ... so in a way she was punished for failing. And somehow I get the feeling," he smiled fondly at Helen, "that she doesn't really regret that choice ...

"And now," he continued, "we want to ask you two to submit to something that may be quite painful. If you really can't, we'll understand, but we very much hope you'll agree. You see, as your Master and Mistress, we feel that we should decide whether and when you fuck each other ... and that we have a right to see you do it. As you know, we were intending to do just that on stage last night, but under the circumstances we chose not to; and now, after all the stimulation of watching your punishment this afternoon, we're even more impatient to see it!

"So we want to make you fuck with your sore prick and pussy! If you're really afraid it might hurt too much, OK, but ... how about it, slaves?"

Helen and I looked at each other, hesitating. Before either of us could say anything, I found my cock, weals and all, getting hard! Helen noticed, of course, gave me a little smile of encouragement and turned to Master Paul: "Slave Peter seems willing, Master," she said, "and, although it doesn't show, I'm just as excited ... but maybe also a little scared of the pain."

The pain was quite bad, but by no means unbearable ... and it was compensated by the pleasure (for me) of screwing my lovely fellow-slave; and she told me later that it was the same for her!

My Mistress and Master Paul decided to keep us in bondage for our 'command performance', but of course they had to do something with the chains fastening us to opposite walls! They solved this problem by releasing my ankle chains only and fastening them to the same wall as Helen's; and when they adjusted the length of my wrist chains I found myself stretched full-length in the middle of the cell floor!

Very gently, so as not to press too hard on the four bruises running the length of my cock, my Mistress began to arouse me and soon my prick was standing up, hard and throbbing with combined pain and excitement. Meanwhile Master Paul adjusted Helen's bondage, tying her wrists and elbows tightly behind her so that her wonderful tits were thrust even further forward than usual ... which also helped me to reach a rock-hard erection! Then he placed her on her knees astride my hips and made her lower herself slowly on to my waiting cock as my Mistress guided it into her moist warm cunt.

This must be the ultimate, I thought, in combining pain and pleasure! Following their explicit instructions, Helen slowly and sensuously moved up and down on my rigid shaft and rocked erotically back and forth. Her cunt was tight enough to cause my weals to hurt significantly, but still moist enough to slide smoothly. We both interspersed murmurs of pleasure with small moans of pain, Helen when the tender lips of her pussy pressed down a little harder, and I when at Master Paul's order she squeezed her pussy muscles ... and she could sure squeeze!

My Mistress and Master Paul watched avidly, their excitement rising as they controlled Helen and me in one of the slowest -- and most erotic -- fucks I've ever had. But at last they could tell that we were reaching the 'point of no return' and made us speed up. Helen came first, her lovely naked body writhing and gyrating above me, which had the inevitable effect of triggering my own climax, and we bucked and thrust against each other in total disregard of the pain as the waves of pleasure engulfed us.

It was just at the peak of my orgasm that my Mistress and Master Paul decided to 'join' us! Master Paul made Helen turn 180 degrees, my cock still deep inside her, which brought new levels of pain and pleasure to my overloaded senses and I howled out loud. But I was stopped in mid-howl as my Mistress knelt astride my head and pressed her lush pussy against my mouth. My head was completely covered by the folds of her skirt, but I did hear Helen cry out too -- a cry just as suddenly cut off as if something was thrust into her open mouth ... no prizes for guessing what!

Never before had I been involved in such a bizarre -- and exciting -- sexual menage! Even though I'd only just experienced an explosive climax, I felt my cock getting hard again almost immediately. I love eating my Mistress' pussy, and this alone can arouse me for ages, but now there was the additional stimulation of Helen's thighs resting on my hips, her warm cunt clutching my cock, my Mistress' hands running over my chest and belly and reaching between Helen's crotch and mine to fondle my balls and squeeze the base of my cock ... and the knowledge that the naked slave-girl impaled on my rigid organ was at the same time servicing Master Paul's cock with her mouth. (She told me later that it was her first time like this too, and that she was constantly being stimulated by Master Paul's hands on her outthrust boobs and my Mistress' on her bum and flanks ... and clit!)

I know my Mistress came twice. Helen came twice too, I thought (she said later she didn't know, the waves of sensation were almost constant!). I came again (I'd never had two climaxes so close together), and Master Paul did too. (Helen told me later how she loves to feel his hot fluid spurting deep into her throat). Then suddenly, quickly, my Mistress and Master Paul rearranged Helen's and my limp and unresisting bodies as we'd been before and made us use our tongues to clean each other.

Not much later they gave us both a very warm hug and a deep and satisfying kiss and left us, telling us that we were free (within the restrictions of our chains) to do what we wanted for the rest of the night. I was so exhausted, both from the traumas of the day and the pleasures of the past hour or two, and so content in the company of my gorgeous naked slave-companion, that I no longer cared what my Mistress might be doing tonight ... or, for that matter, what she did the other night. I also knew now, I told myself, that she does care about me and my pleasure, and I must try to trust her more ... like Helen trusts her Master.

Helen and I talked a good deal more during the evening hours, but mostly we touched and caressed each other and enjoyed just being together. We had no way of telling the time, except that at one point some food was put through the hatch (we ignored it, not at all interested in eating) and shortly afterwards the light went out, leaving us in absolutely pitch darkness. After a while we found that the best way to sleep (and be together!) was in the '69' with our heads pillowed on the other's thigh, and we fell into exhausted sleep.

Sometime during the night we woke (or was it a dream?) and by mutual consent licked and sucked and nibbled each other to a gentle and very pleasant climax.

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