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A SHORT STORY BY CHRIS BARRISH. Previous...............................Next THE RESORT Part 6 A charming looking lass, the only other thing she wore was the cotton rope that bound her wrists behind her back. She notices your gaze. She smiles and whispers that she loves them. You smile, but say nothing. We finish our chat and the other gentleman signals his companion that it is time to go with an ever so slight tug on the leash. She follows that instant. Most effective, you think. We now arrive at the hair styling salon. Hair care is only part of the magic that happens here. I order a shampoo and style for you and a trim for me as well as a manicure and a pedicure for both of us. The stylist places a pillow behind your back as you sit in the styling chair to accommodate your wrist-neck harness. He straps your ankles to the chair and swivels the chair around to the shampoo basin. Lowering the back of the chair, he supports your neck until it reaches the contoured sink. He fastens a metal strap at your neck over your leather collar. It amazes you how something so ordinary, like a shampoo, could become a sexual and sensual experience in bondage. One more rinse and the metal strap is removed. Your arms are released, but the restraint is not removed. Your wrists are strapped to the arm of the chair. Two manicurists appear, they are dressed in latex catsuits. Every part of them is encased in form fitting latex except their hands and heads. They attend to our nails. Our manicures completed, but your hair style is still in progress, I amuse myself by reading a list of salon services. I decide on an additional service for you
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. You will be allowed to experience the effects of nipple rings without the permanence of piercing. These are glue on nipple rings. They look like real nipples and areolas pierced with gold rings, but are in fact a two layer rubber simulation. Underneath there is a heavy durable rubber base designed to go over your own nipple and be firm support for the metal ring. On the surface they are pliable silicon rubber shaped and colored to look exactly like the real thing underneath. They attach with a new medical grade cyano-acrylic adhesive (crazy glue for skin). The kit also comes with a small bottle of adhesive remover. The directions indicate that they will come off by themselves in two weeks. Following the directions I carefully apply them two your nipples. I caution you that these are bonded to your skin and could tear tissue if you do something rash. You say you understand and are eager to try them out. I purchase a forked leash from the display case. I release you from the chair and bind your wrists in the restraint again. I snap the forked leash onto each nipple ring. I tell you that I am going to test the effectiveness of the adhesive. Ready? Uh, ready. Tug! Yes Sir! That sure is effective on my side! Ouch! Sorry, my pet. One must test such things. Satisfied with our transactions, we leave the salon. You walk proudly, pleased with your nipple rings. We have much to do before the Grand Ball tonight.We stroll to the Rotunda Lounge, a large round room with a dome ceiling. This is a gathering place for the gentlemen to show off their thralls. The Resort has placed here some devices to entertain the guests. On the left we start off with three pillories, a favorite of the bondage scene. All three are occupied, each wench naked or nearly naked. But then, all the women here are in some state of undress. Next is a girl in a set of wrist-leg stocks. She is wearing a brank; a metal cage that locks on the head. | It has a hard rubber bit that is held in her mouth. The bit does not prevent her from speaking, but it does make it quite difficult. She manages to tell us that she doesn't mind it too much. Next is a rack, the charming subject seem to be under some tension. She tells her Master she wants to be as tight as a bowstring. Proceeding, we find a few girls chained to the wall, ankles and wrists. One is wearing a ballgag, another an inflatable rubber helmet, and a third with a cloth gag secured with tape. Next we find a gal with no restraints from the waist up. Her feet are locked into what appears to be ski boots bolted to the floor. Out of the floor comes a stainless steel rod up into her cunt. On the wall, out of her reach is a control for the level of the rod. She stands there very still. Right next to her is another. She is wearing only one restraint: a rather severe looking leather helmet. It has many straps and each of them has a lock. At the top is a "D" ring. A heavy chain coming down from the high ceiling is securely locked to the helmet. Sightless, gagged, and soundproofed she stands there. Next we come to a fancy wooden box about the size and shape of a telephone booth. It has hand carved oak detail all over the exterior. On one side there is a door. And on the front of this windowless enclosure protrudes a pair of breasts. The wench inside is strapped to the front wall so her breasts fit through the two holes. Her hands are tied behind her. outside is a feather on a string, a coin slot, and a sign that reads "TICKLES 5 CENTS". Inside that dark box she never knows when the feather will touch her breasts. Ah, a watering hole! Shall we stop for a drink? There's Steve and Gretchen, I met them earlier. Lets join them. Steve and I buy the four of us a round of drinks. Gretchen is wearing a single sleeve armbinder and also has a leash on her nipple rings |