Chapter XVIII
She stood on the crest of the dune and looked down at the rolling waves. The
warm sun shined down on her face and a slight breeze toyed with her sun dress.
She walked down to the waters edge, enjoying the carefree freedom of simply
being at the beach. The cool sand at the waters edge was lovely to walk on and
she started wandering down the beach. She was all alone and she preferred it
that way. No crowds, no noisy kids. A whole stretch of white beach all to
herself. The bay ended in a rocky point sticking out to sea and she decided to
walk towards it.
As she approached the rocks her nose started twitching - something smelled
delicious. She scampered up the rocks and looked over to the other side. The
large boulders formed a small, private enclosure that was a perfect shelter
against the breeze. A small fire was merrily burning in the enclosure and a
skewered fish was propped up between two stakes. Her mouth watered at the
delicious sight of the brown fish and she carefully approached. She noticed a
pair of large brown feet sticking out from behind a boulder and she froze. The
owner of the feet was quietly rumbling away and she smiled as she realized he
was fast asleep. She climbed down and rescued the fish from burning.
Suddenly the snoring stopped and the two feet disappeared. A moment later a
large mop of sun bleached hair came walking round it, shortly followed by a
body. The man was young, barely out his teens. His young body was firm and
strong, the skin tanned to a golden bronze colour.
He was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and he almost bumped into Sharon before
he noticed her. He stumbled back and his mouth fell open in surprise.
"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to scare you - your fish was burning so I took it
off."
"Who are you?" he asked.
She stuck her hand out and discovered it still contained the fish.
"Oh - uhm - here. I guess this is yours." She said as she handed the fish over
sheepishly. "My name's Sharon." He had the most beautiful eyes, as deep and as
blue as the ocean itself.
He put the fish down and cleaned his hands on the seat of his pants.
They shook hands and she couldn't help but notice the muscles in his chest and
shoulders ripple as he shook her hand. She sat down with her back against one
of the boulders and watched him as he moved around the small enclosure.
"What are you doing here? This beach is supposed to be private property." she
asked. He sat down next to her and handed her a tin plate.
"I'm up from Brisbane on holiday. I backpack my way around the place,
hitch-hiking and walking from one place to the next. I hadn't realized I was on
private property, Down- Under all the beaches are public property up to the
high-water mark."
She just nodded and smiled as he loaded her plate with half of the fish. He
continued his story as they ate. His name was Bane and he was a professional
windsurfer, apparently quite famous in his own country.
He made enough money to spend the off-season wandering the world. He'd been
almost everywhere, Europe, Africa, the Far East. She was fascinated by his
tales of adventure and absolutely hypnotized by his warm body right next to
hers.
They finished eating and she started looking for a rag or something to wipe the
sticky hot oil from her hands and chin. Seeing her problem Bane leaned over and
took her hand in his. A slight smile played around his mouth as he gently
placed each finger in his mouth, licking it clean. She smiled and moved closer
so that he could reach the other hand as well. The next moment his mouth met
hers and they kissed long and hard. He placed his oily hand on her thigh and
slowly started rubbing up and down her leg. She giggled into his mouth and as
they stopped kissing she seized her chance to jump up and race down to the
water. She dove into the cool ocean with dress and all with him following a
second later. They giggled and splashed around for a while while they played a
game of tag in the rolling waves. She soon grew tired and he caught her,
wrapping her up in his strong arms. Again they kissed and she gasped as he
picked her up in his powerful arms.
He carried her back to the fire and lay her down on the sand. While they kissed
his hands found the hem of her dress and he pulled the wet fabric up over her
head. She was wear- ing the skimpiest of string bikini's and she blushed deeply
as he leaned back to admire her body.
Except for three very small pieces of fabric he had free reign over her body and
soon his hands were exploring every inch of her burning skin. His hands were
expert in their task and they drove her wild wherever they wandered. She gasped
and arched her back as his hands continued their journey and she moved her
palms over the hard bumps and ridges of his chest. Again they embraced and
kissed, stretching the moment out as long as they could. Suddenly a powerful,
urgent need overcame her and she moaned as she pressed her pelvis hard into
his.
His rock-hard member strained against the fabric of his pants and she reached
down to remove the interfering garment. She was so overcome with lust she
hardly noticed him undoing the bikini's two knots and it was only when his
hands teased her naked nipples that she realized what he'd done. She soon had
him naked as well and he rolled over into her open, waiting thighs.
Sharon woke up late and for a few seconds she was confused by the unfamiliar
sur- roundings. She stood up and stretched luxuriously - it was the first time
in ages she'd not been forced to sleep in bondage.
Walking over to the phone she dialed room service and ordered a large breakfast
- after all, he was paying.
She took a quick shower and got dressed in a casual T-shirt and Jeans.
Walking back to the bed she sat down and re-read the instructions that had been
left for her at the airport.
Dear Sharon
Welcome to New Orleans. A room has been booked at the Holiday-Inn under the
name Sharon Suiter. Feel free to order anything you need - all expenses will be
taken care off. Feel free to explore the city and join in the festivities.
Further instructions will be forthcoming in due time.
Her eyes were drawn to the 'Dear Sharon' bit. This letter was so different from
the others she'd been getting. It was almost friendly - like an old friend
writing to her. She couldn't help the nervous excitement building in her
stomach as her mind toyed with the implica- tions. Did this mean anything? Was
he indeed becoming friendlier? What did it signal? Was things at last coming to
a point? And what about the further instructions? What was in store for her? A
polite knock on the door signaled the arrival of her breakfast and she put the
letter aside.
The city was preparing for the Mardi Gras and she was assaulted by a heady mix
of col- ours, sounds and smells. The streets was packed and she was jostled and
bumped as the crowds surged past her. The festive spirit of the crowd was
infectious and she was thor- oughly enjoying herself. She wandered aimlessly
through the city streets while she sam- pled the different culinary delights of
the street vendors. It was amazing how being on holiday lifted her spirit. She
wandered along without a care in the world.
She spotted a small alley and, feeling the need for a cigarette, headed for it.
She entered the alley and stood in the mouth while she lighted up. The crowds
came surging past and she enjoyed watching them, she even allowed her eyes to
wander to a few attractive butts.
It was amazing how many men in this city wore tight jeans. Before long her
imagination was running away with her and she stood mesmerized, visions of
rippling muscles and broad chest floating through her mind.
For once she gave her imagination free reign - after all, this was her holiday.
It was only the sharp sting of the cigarette burning between her fingers that
finally managed to bring her back to reality.
She dropped the cigarette and leaned against a rough wall. Her breasts were
aching furi- ously and she knew that walking would only make it worse. She could
already feel the fa- miliar feeling of her slick walls pushing in on the dildo.
Despite her best efforts to control herself she felt her sex do a few quick
spasmic contractions on the hard object. She sighed deeply and searched for
something to distract her mind.
A brief noise behind her frightened her and she swung around in surprise. It was
only a feral cat, rubbing itself against the side of a dumpster. She relaxed
and looked up into the alley. It was the standard inner city version. A tangled
mess of lines, laundry, windows and a fire escape. She was about to head back
to the street when a small sign drew her no- tice. It was a old, faded paper
flier stuck to the wall on a wooden board. It proclaimed the existence of
"Madam Oyliougn's Parlor of Secret Sight : palms read, future's told and se-
crets revealed." A arrow underneath pointed the way down the alley and around
the bend. Shrugging a 'what the hell' shrug she set off down the alley.
Sharon stood in front of the plain wooden door and looked at the bell.
She was definitely at the right place, but she'd expected more voodoo, more ...
stuff. A bare wooden door, a cracked wooden plaque and an ancient bell was not
quite what she'd expected. Obviously Madam Oyliougn (how the hell did you
pronounce that anyway?) wasn't the most successful of palm readers in the city.
She was about to turn back when the door slowly opened with a loud creak. A
ancient woman, so bent that she could almost rest her chin on her cane, stood
in the doorway. Without a word she turned around and disappeared into the dim
shadows of the room. For a second Sharon stood undecided outside the door.
"Entrée Madam sivouplez." creaked a ancient voice from the inside. She took a
deep sigh and entered.
The inside of the shop was the exact opposite of the outside. Every nook and
cranny was filled with bottles, candles, ornaments and powders. Sharon almost
gagged as the strong smell of incense and spice assaulted her nose. The old
woman was laboriously seating herself behind a small round table in the middle
of the small room. She walked over and seated herself across from the woman. It
was impossible to judge how old she was, eighty at the very least. Sharon
couldn't prevent a sharp intake of breath as the woman looked up at her. Her
pupils were covered with thick, milky cataracts, making her as blind as a bat.
She rambled away in french and Sharon had to touch her hand to draw her
attention.
"English? Can you please speak English?" she said.
"Oui" said the old lady, nodding her head.
The old woman continued in broken english "Palm mademoiselle? palm sivouplez."
she stuck out her hand, waiting for Sharon to give her her hand. Reluctantly
Sharon reached out and placed her hand in the old woman's hand. How was she
going to read her palm if she couldn't see? The old woman rubbed and stroked
Sharon's hand as if it needed cleaning. She used a fingernail to trace the
lines along her palm. The whole time she was doing this the old woman kept up a
flowing monologue in french. Suddenly the french switched over to english.
"What we want is what we fear. The good is the bad is the good. The road is
straight with many turns."
What the hell? "What we fear is what we want. The body is the soul and the mind
is the body, just as the soul is the mind."
Uhmmm....
"We search love, we search sorrow. For some the search is the love."
For a few seconds she paused and then she looked down at Sharon's waist.
"Him that has the key is him that has the heart. Him that has the heart must
find the key."
Again she paused. She looked up at Sharon's face and in a clear, quiet voice she
spoke.
"He's here. Like the eagle in the clouds he watches you. He is on you, with you,
but not by you. The time is near, prepare yourself. The time is right but not
the place."
Sharon blinked a few times. A quiet silence passed between them.
Suddenly the woman let go and she dove back into her french monologue.
Sharon tried to speak to her, to question her, but the old woman had drawn back
into her shell. Sharon could get no reaction out of her, it was as if she
wasn't even in the same room. She finally gave up and rose from the table.
Dropping a ten dollar bill on the table she let herself out.
Sharon sat on the bed with a package on her lap. It had been waiting for her at
the recep- tion on her return. She'd spent the whole day wandering the streets,
but after her run-in with the palm reader she couldn't quite capture the same
care-free spirit she had that morning.
The woman's garbled and senseless words had kept on returning to her.
Finally, realizing that the day was ruined she'd decided to return to her hotel.
It was time to open the package and see what he had in mind for her.
With shaking hands she nervously opened the package. It contained a large white
box and with a letter taped onto it. Removing the letter she opened it and read
the instructions.
Dear Sharon
Inside the box you'll find a costume for you to wear to the carnival. You are to
min- gle freely with the crowd and take part in the festivities. Do not try to
hide or be un- obtrusive. I want you right in the middle of the festivities. You
are only to wear what's in the box, no other garments (including jewelry) may
be worn. You are to be out and about no later than 8pm.
PS: Once you have put the costume on you won't be able to remove it for eight
hours.
Do not return to the hotel until the eight hours has expired.
Putting the letter down Sharon stared at the box for a moment. Taking a deep
sigh she stood up and placed it on the corner of the bed. She opened it up and
looked inside. A confusing mixture of colours, straps, glitter and metal filled
her sight.
Taking out the top garment she saw that it was a small face mask. It would only
cover her eyes, leaving most of the face visible. At the front was a small
silver broach covered with cut glass diamonds that would fit snugly over the
bridge of her nose. The mask was made from soft satin on the inside, but the
outside was covered with small shiny blue feathers, neatly overlapping each
other like the wings of a bird.
Several long blue feathers fanned vertically from the broach, forming a small
peacock's tail that would stick up in front of her brow.
Laying the mask on the bed she next removed a pair of gloves. They were made
from the same satin as the mask and were also covered in small blue feathers.
Once worn they would cover her hands and wrists almost all the way up to her
elbows.
Next she removed a pair of pumps. They were at least 6 inches high and coloured
the same as the feathers. A pair of shiny dark-blue stockings had been put
inside each one.
Next came a large jumble of feathers and straps. At first she couldn't
understand how it worked, but turning it over she discovered two cups that
would fit over her breasts. The garment was worn over the chest and shoulders,
covering her breasts and neck. It was basically a large feather fan attached to
a bra and choker. The choker and bra was also covered in the same little
feathers as the gloves and mask, but it was stiff and hard. It was obviously
not made of satin. The fan was made of large feathers, coloured to create a
shimmering rainbow of colours.
A very big silver broach with the same cut-glass diamonds anchored everything at
the back.
The last garment was a stiff panty with a long tail of feathers. As with the
other garments the panty was covered in the same little feathers. The tail was
made of long synthetic feathers that first rose and then gracefully fell down
to the floor. It looked like a horse's tail, only more colourful. Feeling the
feathers she was grateful to discover that they were made from shiny fabric
that could be crushed and bent without being damaged. She was about to put the
garment down when she discovered something that made her blush a deep crimson
red.
On the inside of the panty was a thin dildo, split in two. She tried twisting
the dildo off but it was firmly stuck in place. The only way she could wear the
garment was if she inserted the dildo into her anus. The split in the dildo
would accommodate the thin metal wire of the suit she was wearing. She also
discovered that the panty had a very thin sanitary pad glued in to the front.
He'd evidently anticipated the fact that she might be having her pe- riod while
wearing the garment. Luckily her period was still more than a week away. As
with the fan and bra a large silver broach kept the whole thing together.
Sharon got out of the shower and started the routine of drying herself and the
suit. She had made sure she had completely emptied her bowels before taking the
shower. For some reason she felt awkward walking around the room in her suit.
Maybe it was because of her new surroundings or maybe because she was so
nervous - she wasn't sure.
She was finally dry and turned her attention to her hair. She dried them as well
and then sat down in front of the mirror. how would she go about this? Maybe a
braid? Since no instructions had been given she could decide for herself how
she wanted to look.
In the end she decided to wear light, natural looking makeup with a french
braid. Finally she darkened the area around her eyes so that it would look
natural while wearing the mask. She turned around and looked at the bed.
She decided to start with the brassiere. She had discovered that the whole
structure split open at the broach. She struggled to pull it open and get her
arms in at the same time. She finally managed to push the two sections apart by
making a wedge with her arms and pushing down onto the bed. She wriggled and
squirmed her arms into the breach until the structure popped over her shoulders
and chest. Twisting and adjusting she made sure her breasts fit snugly inside
the chest cavity before reaching behind her and pressing the two sections
together. The clasp closed with a final little click. As she'd suspected the
garment fit perfectly.
Next she picked up the panty. She was filled with disgust and revulsion at the
sight of the anal dildo and for a while she considered the possibility of
ignoring his instructions. The memory of her last bout of punishment came
flooding back and she realized she had no choice in the matter.
She had no jelly to cover the dildo with and she panicked as she realized she'd
have to force it in dry. In the end, after circling the room several times in
frustration she settled on using skin moisturizer on the dildo, it was better
than nothing and she was sure it wouldn't cause burning.
The panty also split open at the broach and she stepped into it.
Bending down she almost lost her balance as the large fan on her back bent down
with her. Keeping the panty open she pulled it up until she could feel the
dildo tickle her anus. While holding on to the panty with her left hand she
used her right hand to adjust the dildo so that the wire was seated between the
two lobes. She tried to pull the dildo into her but her anus instantly
contracted and try as she might she could not get it to penetrate. The more she
tried to relax the more her anus clenched itself. It was the first time she'd
ever had her anus penetrated and she had not realized how difficult it would
be.
In desperation she decided to lower herself onto a stool in front of the mirror.
She slowly and awkwardly waddled over to the stool and turned around. She had
to keep hold of the panty while she tried to lower herself down. Fearful of
losing her balance she slowly low- ered herself onto the stool. She gasped as
the dildo pushed into her body, forcing itself deeper and deeper. Finally it
was all the way in and she noticed that the stem of the dildo was a lot thinner
than the dildo itself, allowing her anus to clench the foreign object within
herself. Standing up she tried to get used to the strange sensation but it was
useless. She tried a few steps and could feel the thing move inside her as her
muscles moved. Assured that everything was in place she closed the clasp, but
it would not lock.
At first she thought that she was not pushing hard enough, but it soon became
clear that something was wrong. Still holding on to the garment she re-read the
letter but there was no indication of what was wrong.
Finally she noticed the two stockings in the shoes. Unrolling one of the
stocking she saw that the top lip had several small holes in them.
She'd noticed some small knobs on the inside of the panty and she now realized
that the stockings were supposed to be attached to them.
Realizing that she would have to take the panty off to get to the knobs she
cried in frustra- tion and anger. After calming down she pushed the panty down
and the dildo came out with a unpleasant sucking sound. Looking down she
groaned as she saw the brown stain on the dildo.
Fifteen minutes later she was ready to try again. She had washed the dildo and
herself thoroughly and had attached the stockings. The small knobs she had seen
turned out to be the heads of little pins, almost like tacks, over which she
could attach the lips of the stockings.
Once again she moisturized the dildo and stepped into the panty. This time she
only pulled it up to around her knees and then she sat down.
The feathery tail was everywhere and as she rolled the stockings onto her feet
she had to keep pushing the feathers out of the way. While attaching the
stockings she had discov- ered that they were actually quite stiff and hard.
Obviously they were made for heavy-duty use and would not break or ladder
easily.
Another thing that she had discovered was that they were quite short.
It took quite an effort to pull them all the way up her thighs. It was very
tricky to keep pull- ing at the stockings while trying to guide the dildo into
place. She soon realized that using the chair trick would not work because she
had to try and keep her balance while pulling on the panty. Finally she decided
to try a different approach.
She lay down on her stomach on the bed with her legs hanging over the side.
Pulling the panty up until she could feel the dildo she rolled over onto her
side, careful to keep her legs straight. She slowly and carefully rolled onto
her back while trying not to crush the fan with her weight. Using her elbows to
support her weight she pulled and wriggled inside the panty until she could
feel the dildo begin to penetrate. Once she was sure the dildo was in the right
place she slowly sat upright, putting more and more pressure on her anus. The
dildo slowly slid into place. Once she was seated properly she could once again
feel her anus clinch the narrow neck of the dildo.
Wriggling and squirming until she was sure everything was in place she once
again pushed onto the broach and this time it closed with a final little click.
Sharon stood in front of the mirror while she pulled the gloves over her wrists.
She had to admit that she looked spectacular in the new outfit. The outfit
masked the true purpose of her suit perfectly.
Although the silver gauze that made up most of the suit was clearly visible it
looked part of her new outfit and seemed natural. As promised she had been
unable to un-do any of the broaches, they were solidly shut.
Her ensemble began with the small mask covering her face. The small shiny
feathers made her look exotic and birdlike. The small cluster of feathers stuck
out from her brow like the head-gear of an indian chief, the long thin feathers
slightly bent to the back over her head.
Her head and shoulders were framed by the large colourful fan attached to her
back. The choker was next and it blended beautifully with the lines of the
mask, accentuating the illusion that she was a bird-woman. Together with the
long gloves and tail feathers there could be no doubt as to the theme of her
outfit. The cups of the bra covered her breasts like two adoring hands over her
chest. Whenever she moved the light would play over the shiny little feathers
and create a dance of deep blue shades on her chest. Although the panty and bra
were separate units the suit underneath created the impression that it was all
one garment.
The panty was exotic and sensual, soft, shiny feathers fanned out from between
her legs up over her pelvis and around her hips. The rather skimpy garment was
given body by the large and fluffy tail sticking out behind her. It started
with a impetuous little rise on her tail- bone before it bent down and flowed in
ribbon of colour down to her ankles. Because the stockings were attached to the
inside of the panty they looked like part of the garment. Sharon could not help
but notice how tight they were, squeezing and forming her legs as they hugged
her thighs. They were especially tight over her hips and rump and she was
delighted to see that they caused her buns to look tight and fit. They were also
dark blue and shiny, each with a black line running up the back of her legs.
The pumps were cov- ered with even smaller darker little feathers rounding of
the theme of the ensemble.
Sharon had another 20 minutes to go before she had to leave the hotel.
She decided to walk around a bit and get used to the ensemble.
Although tight and uncomfortable the shoes did not nearly demand as much
attention as the shaft in her anus. Try as she might she could not get used to
the tight intrusive feeling up her rear. As she walked she realized that she
was waddling like a duck and she con- centrated on walking decently. After a few
rounds she finally managed to get the look right and she decided to take a
rest. Before she could think she had plonked herself down on the bed. A small
gasp escaped her lips as the dildo was pressed even deeper into her rear.
Jumping up she instinctively tried to make a grab for the rod, only to be
stopped by a large and bushy tail. Sighing in frustration she decided that she
had to get it over and done with. Doing some final touch-ups to her makeup she
grabbed her keys and left the room.
Sharon walked into the hallway and immediately wished she could flee back into
the room. There were a lot of patrons about and she had immediately drawn
everybody's attention. Feeling completely naked and vulnerable she blushed
deeply and averted her eyes. She wasn't the only one wearing a costume but hers
was by far the most exotic.
Pulling the door closed behind her she stared at the floor while she walked down
to the elevator. She could feel the stares of the people around her as they
quietly whispered to each other. She had taken almost two dozen steps before
she realized that she was wad- dling again.
Concentrating on walking properly she looked up and saw that she had reached the
lift. Wishing she could melt into the stone she pressed the button and stood
with her back to the passageway. She could hear people approaching behind her
but she refused to turn around. After what felt like ages the elevator arrived
and she stepped in.
The elevator was almost full when she got in and she was forced to stand tight
against the other people as they went down to the ground floor. An unnatural
silence immediately de- scended over the passengers when she got in. She had
never before felt so humiliated and vulnerable as in that lift and she burst
out the doors the moment they opened. She felt as if she was suffocating as she
almost ran through the lobby and onto the street. Here she felt better as she
mingled with the large, happy, and above all - exotic crowd.
