Ben was at the helm of the 'Kajira', steering us into the harbor in front of the villa where the party we were going to was taking place. Laura, Amy and I stood and watched the people in their various fetish wear move about on shore.
So engrossed on the shoreline were we that we were startled by the sound of a loud horn behind us.
I turned to see a large yacht bearing down on us and Ben began frantically turning the wheel. The other yacht began to turn too and passed us harmlessly to port traveling much too fast for its size in this small harbor.
Whoever was piloting had some sense though for as soon as they passed the engines cut out and the boat began to slow.
I looked back at Ben and saw how pissed he was at their lack of seamanship. He had turned the wheel back and was guiding us toward the larger vessel.
When I turned to look at it again something about the name on the back jogged my memory.
"Oh God." I said.
"What?" Laura asked, she was standing next to me.
"It's the 'Dreamboat'." I said to her.
"I don't get it." said my wife.
"That's the boat that shared an anchorage with us a few nights ago."
"You mean..." was all she said before she started to blush.
She had remembered that we had made love on deck practically in full view of that yacht. We didn't know if anyone had seen us but then I hadn't expected to see this boat again.
Ben guided us close to the big yacht and a man in a suit came to the rail from what I thought to be the bridge and began calling out to us.
"Ahoy!" he shouted. "Terribly sorry old chap! Didn't realize we were coming in that fast! Any damage?"
"No damage!" Ben yelled back, slowing the throttle, "But next time slow down!"
"Will do! Say, why don't you tie up next to us and we'll take you in with our launch. The least we can do!"
Ben looked over at the shoreline. The only dock was crowded with boats and our only option at that point was to anchor in the bay and take the row boat in, not a fun idea considering our outfits!
"I accept!" Ben yelled, and cut the engine.
"Jolly good! I'll have it over in a jiffy!" yelled the man and he disappeared back into his huge boat.
We both anchored about fifty feet apart and while Ben and I got the 'Kajira' settled the women stood together on the stern deck looking a little uncomfortable.
"You ladies ready for this?" I asked them.
They nodded, their faces flushed, excited.
We heard an engine and from the far side of our neighbor came a motor launch with three people in it.
As it pulled close we could see that it was two men and a woman, one of the men was our host.
They pulled up to the side and Ben tossed them a line. The driver caught it and pulled them close, winding the rope around a cleat once we had bumped hulls. The driver was dressed in a simple sailor's uniform, and I figured he was strictly crew. The passengers were a different story.
"Nice costumes!" said the man we had talked to a few minutes ago. "Permission to come aboard?" he asked, standing up.
"Granted." Ben said, still not smiling but not being hostile either. I think he was as amazed at what he saw as I was and when I glanced back at the women so were they!
Our visitor helped the woman aboard first and then climbed up himself. "Townsend, Philip Townsend!" he said, extending his hand.
Ben and I each shook hands with him and introduced ourselves.
Townsend had on a big grin and that was about all, except for the tattoo and a silk mask that just covered his eyes. What we had taken to be a business suit was actually a total body tattoo of...a business suit, right down to the details of the laces of his tattooed wing tips and the tie clip on his tattooed chest.
The woman he had brought aboard was also nude and was tattooed from head to toe with a design made to look like a riding togs, tweed jacket, jodhpurs, and even black leather riding boots. She had on a silk mask just like her companion. The details on both of them were remarkable.
Townsend puffed out his chest. "It always pays to be properly dressed!" he said with a smile, "But where are my manners. Let me introduce my wife, Alicia."
We said our hello's and introduced our ladies who said a shy hello as they took in our visitors rather bizarre look.
"How simply enchanting." Townsend said, smiling at the pair of them. He took Laura's hand and kissed it, something that must have made her nervous considering how close he had to get to her almost bare breasts to do that. Then he stepped over to Amy. "I see, dear lady, that you have no hand to kiss." Much to my surprise he bowed and then turned back to us.
"If you're ready we'll take you across, and the launch will be at your disposal throughout your stay. It's the least we can do for giving you such a scare!"
"Thank you." Ben said.
We piled into the launch, questions no doubt in all our heads, and left the 'Kajira' behind us.
Townsend began a running commentary about how good our outfits were and what a pleasant time we were going to have here and while he talked I looked back at his huge yacht.
There were more people on deck now and they were as fetishly dressed as the rest of the crowd we could see onshore.
I turned to look at Mrs Townsend and saw her staring at me. She shifted her eyes to Laura and smiled, then looked back at me and winked.
With a glance at Laura who had begun to blush again I saw that at least one person HAD seen us coupling on deck in the rain.
I looked back at Alicia Townsend and held her eyes for a moment, then with a smile of my own I let my eyes travel down her body. Her amazing tattoo did nothing to hide the fact that here was a very well built woman. It didn't hide her age either although she had nothing to complain about as far as getting older was concerned. I figured her to be in her mid forties, like her husband, but with a body that rivaled my wife's.
We eventually got to the dock and went ashore.
"Thanks!" said Ben who had become our spokesman.
"Don't mention it old boy!" Townsend replied. "Come over later and have a drink!"
We parted and the four of us stood wondering what to do next as we watched the Townsends walk up the hill together toward the house.
"Shall we?" I asked, taking Laura's arm.
"Yes, let's do it..old boy!" Ben said with a grin. From somewhere he produced a thin chain which he clipped to Amy's neck somehow and led her along behind him.
Walking slowly because of Laura's toe hobble we followed the path up to the house, while behind us the launch went back to the yacht for another load of passengers.
Now let me describe to you in one word the general feeling that I came away with by the time we left the party.
One word.
Hmmm.
Boredom.
Yes, that's it.
What are you talking about? I hear you ask. How could you have been bored at massive BDSM party on a tropical island?
Well, I was.
It was interesting for a while but there are only so many weird leather and rubber outfits that I can look at before I get turned off. I was even getting tired of my own.
There were a few odd moments throughout the party that captured my interest, but that was all.
We saw Leo, and he practically cried over how thin the corsets made our women look.
We met the host, Desmond Kopachi, who gazed blankly at us through a drug induced haze while we were being introduced.
For a while the women and us were separated and when finally we saw them again we found out that they had a better time than we did.
While they were gone Ben and I did come across a demonstration for a product that held our attention very much. Ben bought one and had it delivered to the boat. I'll tell you more about it later, it's a surprise for the ladies and I don't want to spoil it.
Walking around together, Ben and I saw demonstrations of other products concerned with BDSM, not to mention a lot of demonstrations on whipping, spanking, and various sexual positions on various bondage devices.
Each one would hold our interest for a few minutes, but that was all.
My favorite part though was the big floor show right before dinner. This was the reason why Ben and I were alone.
A small man in a one piece leotard had come up to us earlier and asked if he could borrow our companions for a couple of hours. "I'm putting together part of the entertainment, you see." he said to us. "I'm supposed to club together this big song and dance number using just the female submissives I find at the party, you see, and I must say that your girl here looks like she has done some dancing in her time!"
He was talking about Amy, I told you her outfit was tight!
Ben spoke for her. "She does dance, she takes classes to keep fit. But I don't know if she will want to help you out today."
"It's a pity, she would be perfect, you see!" said the little man.
Ben looked over at her and Amy nodded with an eager smile. "Sure, just for a couple of hours?" Ben asked.
"Yes. The number will be just before the banquet and I'll have her back to you before you eat!"
Ben pulled out a key and handed it over to the man. "This is for her outfit." he said. I hadn't realized that Amy was locked into her tight clothing.
The man took the key and looked at Laura. "I could use one more, you see, but does this one have what it takes?"
I smiled. "You want to see her legs?" I asked. Laura glared at me with shock.
"It would help. Does she dance?"
"No, but she does work out every day." I replied. I grabbed the front of her dress and lifted it part way up.
"Donald!" Laura said with gritted teeth.
The man ducked his head under Laura's skirt and Laura began to blush a deep red as she helplessly pulled at her bound wrists, for the little man would certainly notice that she had nothing on under her skirt.
"Yes, she'll do." said the man coming out a second later.
"The same key works on her too." Ben said.
The man nodded. He took a notebook out of his pocket and wrote in it, tearing off a page and handing it to Ben.
"There you go. My name is on that and any of the waiters or bartenders will know where to find us!" He clapped his hands and one of the waiters appeared at his side. The waiter wore a loin cloth and nothing more.
Denzal, for that was the name on the receipt he had given us, pulled out a second leash for Laura and clipped it to her collar.
"Donald!" Laura said with concern.
"Stay with Amy, you'll be fine." Ben said to her with encouragement.
"Have a good time!" I added, trusting Ben to know what he was doing. If it wasn't for him I would never have just handed my wife off to a stranger like that, but if Ben was confident that Amy would be alright who was I to argue about Laura going with her.
The waiter took the leashes and led our two young companions away while Denzal followed.
We didn't see the women again until their dance number.
The banquet had been set up on a large terrace overlooking the ocean, and Ben and I had staked out a table for four a couple of rows back from the dance floor and had watched with little interest a pain demonstration given by a respected BDSM couple. When they were done their stuff was cleared away and the lights brightened for the main event.
A dozen women came out kicking in a line, a passable imitation of the Rockettes although that famous troupe had never worn what these girls were wearing.
Their outfits looked to consist entirely of feathers. Long pink very well placed feathers.
On their heads they wore a plume of feathers that must have given each of them another foot of height.
From their behinds erupted a fantail of feathers which we could see could only have been held there using butt plugs.
One large feather curled down under and between their legs to end just above their pubic area. As the women danced you could catch enough glimpses to see that this single feather was all that kept them from being completely exposed down there.
Their nipples were the mounting points of several small feathers that fanned out to partially cover their breasts, and as they danced around I wondered if they were pasties or clip ons!
It was easy to spot Amy and Laura in the line up, and they both did well in following the routine they had been taught over the time we were without them. Amy did better than Laura and looked quite natural on stage, for she had a big smile on her face and looked like she was having fun.
Laura was smiling also but hers was different. She either wasn't having fun or something was distracting her.
I figured it was the second option the way those feathers moved across her skin as she danced. The light caresses were probably driving her crazy.
All the women were attractive, some especially so. One woman near the end of the line caught my eye. She was tall and dark, and in addition to her dance outfit wore metal rings on her wrists and ankles. It was her hair that really got to me though. It was longer than Laura's by far and that's no mean feat. Her hair flowed straight and true down her back to just above her knees. It was very beautiful.
I wondered who she was and if Laura's hair would ever get that long.
She danced well too. In fact all the women held their own and after the rather energetic and revealing performance the number ended with a standing ovation from the crowd, and Denzal came out front and gave a bow.
Twenty minutes later Amy and Laura joined us at the table, their faces flushed and their bodies back in their original outfits.
The waitress who brought them out to us, again only dressed in a loin cloth that allowed all to see her lovely breasts, unclipped the leash on Laura's collar and handed Ben his key. Then she disappeared back from whence she came.
"Did you have a good time?" Ben asked.
"Marvelous, but it was a lot of hard work!" Amy said, smiling.
"Slave drivers!" Laura added.
"You look like you enjoyed it, in fact you look like you still are!" I said to her.
Laura glanced at Amy. "Sir, they gave us a parting gift, for taking part in the dance." she said.
"What?" I asked, curious and slightly worried for some reason.
"You saw what we had to dance in, Sir." Laura said. "The butt plugs and the nipple clamps."
"Yeah, it was all very obvious and we could see everything!"
Laura and Amy looked about and blushed. "Well, Sir. You didn't see everything. We also had to dance with Ben Wa balls inside us, and we were all told we could keep them."
"So the two of you both have these balls in you right now?" Ben asked them.
"Yes, Sir." Amy answered with a deep breath.
I chuckled, and Ben glanced my way with a grin. "Who put them in you?" he said, scowling at the women.
"We put them in each other, we know we aren't allowed to touch ourselves, Sir!" Amy told him.
Ben laughed. "Well, to get yours out again means pulling off half your outfit. I'll just let you keep them, but you're not allowed to cum!"
"Yes, Sir." Amy said with a sigh.
"In that case Laura can keep hers too." I added, getting a look from my wife.
We had the women kneel beside us and the four of us enjoyed the banquet, while I looked around for the beauty with the long hair.
The dance, and the shopping Ben and I had done had been the highlights of the party for me and it wasn't that late before we decided to go back to the boat.
As we walked along the beach I stopped and pulled my boots off. The sand was still warm under my bare feet even though the sun had gone down hours ago. It felt really good.
As a group we talked a little of the things we had seen and when we got to the dock we wondered if Townsend's launch was still there and indeed it was.
I stopped and looked at it as the others went on.
"Coming?" Ben asked me, stopping too.
"Actually," I said, "I'd like to walk the beach for a while longer. Laura, will you join me?"
Laura gave me a smile and said sure and she shuffled over, her toes once again locked in their miniature hobble.
"Well, we're heading back," Ben told us, "I feel like having a private party!"
We all laughed although Amy blushed a little as she did so and we parted, me handing my boots to Ben to be taken back to the boat. I was later to find out that Ben's plan didn't quite work out.
But for us things were good. I walked slowly, enjoying the sound of Laura's quick steps and her short breaths, the sound of her chains jingling as her quick movements shook her breasts. It was magical.
"Did you really enjoy the dancing?" I asked her.
"Most of it. It was a little scary at first, especially when Denzal unlocked all my bondage and we had to undress. But he was the only man there and Amy said that he could be trusted so I began to relax."
"I bet it was interesting, dancing with that butt plug in." I said to her.
"Well, at first he had us learn the routine completely nude, and that was a blast. Here we were, twelve nude women kicking high and showing it all!"
"What if he had told you that you had to do the dance nude?"
"Oh wow...I don't know if I could have. Wow. Maybe if Amy was doing it too. But he told us right away that we would have costumes. I didn't expect what he gave us though."
"Did Amy really put your Ben Wa balls in?"
"Yes, and the butt plug and I did the same for her. By the way can we walk a little slower I'm being driven nuts here and can hardly breath!"
"No. How did it feel to dance in all that gear?"
"Uncomfortable, while we were learning the routine, terrifying when it came time to go out in public dressed like that, and arousing once we were actually out there and doing it in front of everyone."
"Arousing?"
"Well...yeah. Those feathers were like little fingers touching me lightly, especially between my thighs. With that the butt plug, the clamps and the Ben Wa balls I was about driven nuts! I also knew that you were out there somewhere and that you were watching, and you know how I like dancing for you. I just imagined that you were the only person watching."
Laura batted her eyelashes at me and I slowed to a stop.
"Well you were the only one I watched." I lied, but it was a good lie. I bent to kiss her and her cuffed hands slid across my chest.
I let my hands need her breasts and she gave out short sharp gasps as the nipple clamps that held her chains on sent twinges of pain to her brain and probably to her loins.
Her mouth was very active in our kiss and it was with reluctance that I broke away, but I had other plans for my tongue.
I dropped to my knees and ducked under her skirt.
It was dark now and I couldn't see anything but I didn't have to. I just followed her legs to my goal and began to probe her with my tongue. Her wetness was like nectar and I licked up every drop, running my tongue up and down her lips and using my teeth on her clitoris.
I could hear her panting up above and her legs were both stiff and shaking as her passion climbed. I kept up my work until I could hear her start to sing and then pulled out.
"NO! PLEASE NO! DONALD!" she yelled. "Oh PLEASE don't stop, I was SO CLOSE!"
"Hush now." I said.
Laura opened her mouth and then closed it, a whimper escaping her. I could see that she was extremely aroused and I know it was cruel of me but I want to keep her that way for a while.
"You are so beautiful right before you can cum!" I told her, kissing her once more and letting her lick her own juices off my face.
"Let's walk." I said, and we continued on.
The beach ended a little further on but a path snaked up into the jungle. Feeling adventurous I guided my bound and very frustrated wife along it until we came to a fence with a gate in it. A rather board young man dressed like the waiters sat on a stool guarding it.
"Hi!" I said to him. "What's through there?"
"More of the party, Sir." said the young man.
"Oh, mind if we go in?" I asked him. I was sure Ben and I hadn't seen this part.
"You can go in, Sir. But you and the lady will have to undress first. Beyond this fence it is strictly skin only."
I stepped back, amazed. Then I turned to my wife. "What do you think?" I asked her.
"Will I get to cum if we go in there?" she asked. What a one track mind the lady has when fully aroused and in need.
"I think that can be arranged!" I told her.
She bit her lip and nodded.
"Okay," I said, turning to the gate keeper, "Where do we change?"
End of Part 14