What I’m working on: Most currently it’s Cole/Laura/Steve’s story, which remains untitled. The lack of a title has been vexing me for years. I have edits to make on my collection of short stories; those are still ongoing. Other stories have been temporarily paused.
“The Honeymooners” [M/f]
They had met only thirty minutes ago, in the private lounge at the airport, waiting to board a rather exclusive airline, and found themselves to be rather like kindred spirits, of like minds. As it turned out, they were traveling to the same island for their honeymoons, having just departed their wedding receptions with their brides.
They were discussing how best to take their virgin brides, as the young women knelt quietly beside their chairs. Elsa’s arms were cinched into a white leather armbinder. Meera’s wrists rested on her lap, her hands uncuffed but folded into fists inside white mittens locked around her wrists.
Their husbands had changed into comfortable travel wear, but the women still wore their wedding finery: Elsa in a puffy cloud of chiffon, the beaded neckline being a very low square that displayed her magnificent breasts to great effect. The gown was otherwise quite modest, with long sleeves made of lace, which made the baring of her chest so shocking in contrast. Underneath the demure dress was a different story; Elsa had been stitched into a stringent corset shaped her body into a pleasing hourglass and augmented her milky breasts until they gave off the appearance of practically bursting from her wedding dress. All day, she’d had to regulate her breathing so that a deep inhalation didn’t expose the dusky circles of her areolae. The cups inside the corset had been lined with tacks, and those heavy globes had been pressing on them all day, causing considerable discomfort. If Daniel hadn’t sealed a big silicone gag behind Elsa’s lips, her whimpers could be heard, though she did her best to stifle them. Metal clips bit into her labia and were clipped off to the tops of her garters, and the gusset of the thong that cut into her snug little pussy had been embroidered with a rough, scratchy lace panel.
Meera had been dressed in silky chiffon that clung to and revealed the form of her nubile body, showing off her peaked and tender nipples, held erect by the metal loops ringed around them. The cap sleeves were drooping off her shoulders. The fabric was so lightweight, all their wedding guests had been able to discern the shadowy, sweet spot between her legs. And they all witnessed how, at the reception, Meera’s new husband had spread her legs, lovingly draping each shapely limb over the unyielding arms of her chair, and how his hand had delved beneath her dress to tease her untried sex, playing with her for a long time while he chatted with guests who came up to congratulate the newlyweds, and when he finally brought his hand back, his fingers were shiny and slick. And all the guests saw how the fabric of Meera’s wedding dress showed dark, wet patches when her husband swept her into his arms for their first dance, holding her very close to him, pressing the hard points of her nipples into his chest.
“I’ll ride her with my whip in hand,” Daniel shared. “I’ll have her plait her hair to make a nice leash for me to hold. Face down in the pillows, to set us off on the right foot. Elsa’s to keep her eyes lowered in the presence of a man, you see. After I’ve broken in her cunt and ass, I’ll turn her over and take her mouth. She’ll be blindfolded for that. I don’t want her to see my face, just keep her focused on the feel of my cock possessing all of her sex holes.”
Warren nodded approvingly. He felt a pleasing heaviness in his groin and reached out to stroke his wife’s cheek lightly with the backs of his fingers. He could feel her tremble in response. “Very appropriate.”
“What about you, my friend?”
“I think I’d rather go a bit more traditional,” Warren replied. “I want to see the look in her eyes when I take her. The realization that I own her.”
“And that flash of pain when you’re breaking her in to her first taste of cock?” Daniel laughed.
Warren smiled, his eyes cold. “Of course. That is the most delicious part. To see her pleading for mercy, only to get more fucking. Every time she begs, I’ll just seat myself deeper.”
It went without saying that both their brides would be restrained as they were brought into full womanhood. Their new wives would, in fact, spend their entire honeymoon in bondage. Their every waking hour, and even in their sleep, would be tightly controlled. They would be fettered by leashes and chains and shackles when they weren’t being fucked. And when their husbands used them, they would be tied down for it. The perpetual bondage symbolized that this was not a marriage of equal partners, but a joining of master and slave, of an owner taking possession of the thing he owned.
After the honeymoon, it was gratifying to see the thoroughly broken in wives cling desperately to their husbands during coitus, treasuring the physical connection of permitted touch, knowing it was a privilege they had to earn. How tenderly they stroked their master-husbands’ cocks.
It was tradition for the wife, upon their return home after the honeymoon, to remain unbound as she received the owner’s mark: a tattoo designed by her husband to be permanently inked upon her body. It was a demonstration of her willing submission, and the fact that being finally freed from her honeymoon bondage made the moment even more special.
One of the lounge assistants approached. A gold pin said her name was Carla.
“May I freshen your drinks for you, gentlemen?”
Daniel and Warren accepted. They were drinking an excellent scotch.
“Yes, sirs. And anything for your wives?”
“Meera could use some water,” Warren said.
“Yes, Mr. Strickland, right away. And for your wife, Mr. Boone?”
Daniel studied his wife’s tense features. “Well, I’d like to offer her some comfort in exchange for all the discomfort that’s in store for her. Can you escort her to the lavatory and see to it that she relieves herself?”
“Certainly, I’ll see to it myself. Please come with me, Mrs. Boone. I’ll send everyone’s drinks out right away.”
Flushing, Elsa Boone got awkwardly to her feet. The chain hobbling her ankles reduced her to a slow shuffle made more apparent by the contrast of the Carla’s graceful, long-legged walk.
The men’s brandy was swiftly delivered, along with a ceramic dish for Meera. It was placed on the floor, whereupon the attendant poured water from a pitcher ceremoniously into the bowl.
Warren nodded at his wife. “You may go ahead, Meera.”
Red flags of color burnished Meera’s cheeks as she knelt forward over the bowl, bracing her mittened hands on either side of it, her pink tongue darting out as she began to drink.
The men’s conversation resumed. They admitted their eagerness for the consummation that would take place upon their arrival to the island.
“I’ve fucked Elsa’s tits exclusively,” Daniel said. “She makes a wonderful hole there for me, but it’s not the same. My partner did offer to share his secretary with me—they’re married—but after we got engaged, I just became obsessed with Elsa. After we’ve broken the seal, I might partake again.”
“Your Elsa has lovely breasts,” Warren said. “Meera’s rather lacking in that department, so I had to avail myself by whipping her. I just love the sound of her cries. Gets me off every time. She’s grateful for our very short engagement.”
“Perhaps we can arrange a get together on the island in a few days,” Daniel suggested. “I would enjoy seeing our wives make friends with each other.”
“As would I.”
At that moment, Carla returned, escorting Elsa, who was blushing from her recent experience of having a stranger help her use the bathroom. The attendant had made no mention of the awful clamps pulling down Elsa’s labia and exposing her pink, terribly wet pussy. When Elsa started to cry because Carla began tugging the horrible panties back into place, the attendant ignored her tears, merely yanked the panties even higher until they were practically cutting into Elsa’s crotch.
“I think Mr. Boone will want to see how you made such a fuss,” the attendant said.
So Daniel and Warren did take note of Elsa’s overflowing eyes, her cheeks wet with tears, her lips crinkled around the ball gag.
“Come here, Elsa darling,” Daniel said, drawing his wife to his side.
She moaned as he forced her to straddle his hard thigh, and began to pant as the sandpaper-rough panties ground into her clit and soft folds. Daniel made an exaggerated show of soothing his wife, petting her extravagantly, pretending as if he didn’t know that she was miserable sitting astride him, cooing to her as if she were a cosseted pet, his voice dripping condescension.
“You’re going to feel so much better with my cock in you,” Daniel promised. “I’ll rub away that sting. Now, be quiet and don’t interrupt our conversation, or I’ll give you over to the baggage handlers for the flight.”
Meera had finished drinking, and she knelt up, settling back on her heels. Water dripped down her chin and dampened the front of her dress, turning it quite transparent.
Warren tenderly gripped her jaw, probing between her lips with his thumb. After a moment and a long, slow blink, Meera began to suck upon the blunt digit.
“Very good,” her husband praised. “Very soon, I’ll feed my cock past these lips and you’ll suck me just like this.”
Another gentleman arrived in the lounge. Seeing them, he strode over with a broad grin, offering his hearty congratulations. His name was Bradley, and he was celebrating the five year anniversary of his marriage.
“My own Alix is traveling with the cargo,” he said easily. “She put up a bit of resistance when she heard we were returning to the island, you see.”
Meera and Elsa shifted, their eyes darting to their husbands’ faces.
“Those handlers down below will put her in the proper frame of mind for when we land,” Bradley said, clearly cheerful at the prospect. “I’ll be monitoring her feed, of course. It’ll make the long flight without her bearable. Channel 3. The two of you are welcome to observe as well, but you have your own in-flight entertainment.”
In no time at all, they were invited to board the aircraft. The mid-size cabin was perfectly spacious for the five of them. Bradley conferred with a flight attendant, relaying instructions for his wife’s handling down below.
The other two men secured their wives into their seats. Daniel smiled as he settled a sleep mask over Elsa’s eyes, rendering her blind as well as mute. He was imagining how tender her sore breasts would be, and how much fun he anticipated having with them.
Warren adjusted the small, flatscreen TV, angling it for perfect viewing. As he slipped earbuds into Meera’s ears, he said, “I want your full attention on the screen, Meera. See how a wife is treated when she disobeys her husband.”
He selected channel 3. Bradley’s wife Alix was restrained in a padded cage. She knelt on her forearms and knees. Round, cushioned rods were slotted horizontally through the bars—forcing her hips up, in front and behind her thighs, over her neck to keep her head bowed. The woman couldn’t move an inch; the rods kept her fairly pinioned into place, and the cage itself was secured to the cargo hold to prevent sliding. Her hips twitched was all, on account of what looked like a monstrous toy plugging her bottom.
One of the baggage handlers moved into the camera’s view, holding a cattle prod.
What I’m listening to: “Waiting Game” by Banks with lyrics like this: I’m thinking it over / The way you make me feel all sexy but it’s causing me shame…
What I’m reading: Duchess, Bound by Lacey Kane. It’s a wicked, raunchy romp. I’ve been reading erotica against a more historical context lately and this fits the bill. Lots of humiliating scenes. Here are some of the warnings (or cause for “whee” in my case): contains graphic and explicit sex and language, bondage, submission, punishment, humiliation, dp, tp, a Regency-era gang bang, maids in next to nothing (if anything at all), an earl one should never defy, and an ingenious saddle for a horse.
Holy shit, Elle!! Please tell me there is more of this story soon...
SO glad to see you continuing to write:)