A SHORT STORY BY CHRIS BARRISH.

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THE RESORT Part4

Your thighs are next. The buzzing little instrument moves up and down your thighs, making you quiver. I slowly run the vibrator up one thigh across your belly and down the other thigh. I move now to your clitoris, you gasp. The vibrator is now at your vagina, circling the opening. You are wet, dripping wet. Slowly, I push the vibrator in. I begin to pump the humming shaft in and out, your breath quickens. Your body rocks back and forth. You scream, the rubber ball in your mouth almost contains the sound. Your body heaves in orgasm. The mechanical phallus is removed. The chains stop moving, your fingers loosen their grip upon them. I undo the ankle cuffs, place the chair under your feet, and unhook your wrists. You collapse into my arms; I lay you on the bed. I remove the ballgag.After a bit, I stand you up an tie your wrists with rope behind you. I bring out a full roll of Saran wrap. Starting at your waist I wrap the clear plastic around you, working my way up. I cover you up to your neck and then start back down. When I reach your knees I help you lie on the bed, legs dangling over the side. I wrap you all the way down to your feet. When I have you completely encased in plastic, I slide you to the center of the bed. I ask you how you like being wrapped up like a piece of prime beef and ask you to wiggle about.

 . I slap your wrapped body playfully. After you have completely exhausted yourself I bring out a pair of bandage scissors. Starting at your toes, I cut the plastic wrap right down the middle. But I do it very slowly. I wonder how slow I could go? I snip the last inch at your neck, lift you from the wrap and untie your wrists. I massage your arms and shoulders. You snuggle in my arms. ***Change Scene*** "Welcome to our hideaway. Where are you? Someplace out of the way. But please, do not make a project out of finding out where. It would spoil it for everyone. Your room is ready, Sir. This way. The shops and the ballroom are on the first floor. Here's your room, Sir. It is policy here that clothing is optional. Enjoy your stay." The door closes. You are wearing a shiny black spandex dress, long sleeved and form fitting down to your hips. It flares out just below your hips into a swishy sort of skirt that ends just below the knee. It has a low cut back that reaches almost down to your butt. I slide the dress off your shoulders. I ease your dress down your sides, caressing your flanks with my fingertips as I go. You shiver. My fingers trickle down your buttocks and thighs, the elastic material of your dress gliding down your legs. You are now only wearing black back-seamed stockings held up with lacy, elastic garters and three inch black patent pumps. On your neck I fasten a chrome plated metal collar. It is round and about three-eighths in diameter. I snap the two halves together loosely around your neck. It appears seamless except for a single loop. On this loop I clip a shiny six foot chain with a leather fob to hold on to. I thumbcuff you in the front. I open the door and lead you out into the hall with the chain. Time for a bit of shopping. There are about a dozen old world style shops in the north corridor. One of which is a leathersmith that specializes in restraints. "May I help you, Sir?...Yes, I would like to see your selection of single sleeve armbinders...Yes Sir, right over here." I select a rich dark brown one made of the finest hand tooled Corinthian leather. I remove the thumbcuffs. I slide the binder under your arms in the back. The shopkeeper helps buckle the shoulder straps. Each from the front of the top of the glove under your armpits crossing over the opposing shoulder to be buckled at the back of the top of the glove. I lace the back up. Each lace I pull draws your arms closer, your shoulders closer, and makes your breasts stick out farther. I buckle the strap at the top of the armbinder. You step in front of a three way mirror. It is agreed by all that this is an excellent choice. You see yourself in the mirror and you really like how this armbinder looks on you. "I will take it, please bill this to my room." Next we are off to the boot shop. Riding boots, in brown to match your armbinder. I remove your shoes, garters, and stockings. You step into the boots: a perfect fit. "Yes, these are just right. Please send these shoes and stockings to my room along with your bill." Now we walk out of the shop to the doors at the far end of the north corridor. We exit and walk down a path indicated as the way to the stables. I make arrangements for two horses. Your horse has a modified saddle. It has straps for your legs and a dildo. I lubricate the dildo and lift you onto the saddle. Slowly, I ease you down onto the rubber phallus.