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The Ad: Chapter 4 Part 2/2 C/W dino. May 2000
Samantha and I took a drive next morning to visit the chapel and meet
the priest who would marry us. It was a rather small building and it
was perched on a low, rocky cliff, overlooking the ocean. There was a
lovely open air terrace out back. A small and tasteful altar backed
onto the ocean with benches in front, and the area was lush with green
plants. Reverend Samuelson was a lot younger than I expected, he
looked to be around late twenties, thirty at most. Tall and wiry with
shoulder length sandy brown hair tied back in a pony tail.
"We do a non denominational type of service here," the priest told us,
"for people who've become dis-illusioned with big religion. People who
may be stressed out from the hustle of modern life and are seeking a
more relaxed form of worship."
Sam said, "You have a very nice church here."
"Thanks, it is a rather pretty spot. Our worship centers on the Earth,
and God's hand in the glorious creations upon it." He said. I like to
focus on the everyday goodness all around us and how individuals, and
society as a whole can, through simple things, become more in tune
with the wonders of nature."
"I have to agree with that." I said.
"Please forgive me for asking miss, but, you are with child?"
"Why yes, I am." Samantha answered. "How did you know?"
"The miracle of creation shines brightly from within You, Samantha."
Father Samulson suggested an evening ceremony on the terrace. "I've
performed many marriages at that time of day." He said. "Twilight, the
closing of one day and then the awakening to the next, a new day, a
new life for you both."
"That sounds nice." Said Sam.
Sam and I drove back to deliver the news to our parents. Then, after
lunch, we left the old folks to chat, and we hit the beach for a few
hours. Some time for us alone before the wedding.
The wedding was every bit as beautiful as we imagined it could be.
Sunset in the background washing across the alter might have been a
nice touch, but we were on the wrong coast for that. But the sky was
flooded with gorgeous reds and golds that evening, the air, warm and
calm, and the sounds of the waves breaking on the rocks below the
terrace added a subtle yet powerful reminder of the continuation of
human existence on this planet we call Earth. Samantha was moved to
tears by the beauty of it all, as was I.
As Father Samulson finished up the ceremony, as the light in the sky
faded away, small garden lanterns winked on amongst the plants which
bordered the area. I turned to Sam, held her close, and kissed my
lovely wife.
Dad drove us all to a fine restaurant for a late dinner and the
celebrations continued well into the night. Envelopes of cash were
handed to me by both parents, enough to pay for our honeymoon trip and
then some. My dad dropped Sam and I and her parents off at the hotel
afterwards.
We all met up again next morning for the trip to the airport in my
dad's big boat, which he let me drive.
"Great car dad." I told him.
"I bought it off Mr. Rosenburg on the sixth floor after he failed the
eye test and they pulled his licence." Pop said. "Nice eh?"
I gunned her a little to pass a truck, felt the big barrels open up
and the tranny kick down.
"A big cream puff with a bite." I said. "I love it."
After goodbyes were said, after Sam's folks caught their flight back
to Winnipeg, Sam and I found a travel agent. We wanted a small cottage
of some sort, private and quiet, on a beach. The lady said she had an
idea, and placed a few calls.
"There's a small resort on Cat island that's run by locals." She told
us. It's not very luxurious and there's not much night life around,
but the cottages are far apart and clean, hot water, T.V., and on a
lovely stretch of beach. They have one open, if you're interested." An
hour later we were bording the small plane to Nassau.
A twenty minute flight, then a hour by ferry boat and we were there.
The owners were around fifty and looked like they'd just come from the
Woodstock music festival, tie dyed shirts and all. Leon and his wife
Rachel both had long, sunbleached hair, no shoes, and an easy going
peace about them that only comes from spending a lot of time in
paradise. Leon took Sam and I to our cottage in his old beat up jeep.
"There's a bigger resort on the other side of the island." he told us
as we wound through the thick jungle, "They have a place where you can
go for eats if the mood strikes you. Call and leave a message and I'll
come pick you up, or you can walk, just follow the trail. It's not too
far. The cottage has a kitchen and there's some food supplied. I'll
take you to the town later on if you want to get some things."
A little one room house set into the trees. No lock on the door. Miles
of beach at the doorstep.
"The town's just up the beach." Said Leon, pointing. "Maybe twenty
minutes walk. Ain't much there but there's a store and place to get a
meal."
"This is a great place you got here Leon." I said.
"Well thanks Jim. If you need anything, just call. Have a nice stay."
"Let's go for a swim." Sam said after we'd settled in.
Sam and I had a very interesting week on the beach at Leon and
Rachel's place. That first day we put together lunch from what was in
the cottage, and around dinner time we were about to go out when Leon
came by in his old beat up boat.
"Got some fish here," He called to us, "want some?"
Three nice fish which I cleaned and Sam fried in butter and bread
crumbs made us a fine dinner. Next day we took a stroll up the beach
to town, passing a few other cottages along the way. In front of one
place, an older couple were sunning themselves on a blanket spread out
on the sand.
They were getting a nice overall tan since neither of them had any
clothing on. We weren't going to intrude, but the woman called to us
as Sam and I passed by. We ended up chatting for a bit with the
couple, who showed no distress at all at being caught naked by us.
Turned out the guy had served in Vietnam with Leon and they came here
for two weeks every year. They both looked fit and trim, the man's
wife was in very good shape, the gray hair on them both being the only
real clue as to the couple's actual age. And the woman was not quite
naked.
Both Sam and I had trouble not staring. The lady had two shiny silver
bangle type bracelets that fit rather closely around her wrists.
Another polished, flat band of metal was around her neck. The
bracelets looked like they'd be too small to get off over the woman's
hands, and the collar, for that was surely what it was, had no catch
or opening in it that I could see. There was a small but sturdy ring
in the front of the collar, that looked like it was part of the metal,
almost like it grew that way. From the ring, a round medallion hung, a
bright green stone in the center of it.
But we weren't going to intrude, so after talking with Pat and John
for a few minutes, we got up to continue our walk.
"Maybe we could get together for dinner some time." I said to John.
"Drop by any time." He said. "We'll be here."
It wasn't much of a town at the end of the beach, more like a little
fishing village with a few buildings around. But there was a store
which we bought some fruit and vegetables at, and a place to get a
really delicious lunch.
A bulletin board on the warf announced a festival coming up at the end
of the week. A party fortuitously timed to close out our honeymoon.
With bags of groceries in hand we walked back to our cabin. Pat and
John were still where we'd left them, on their stomachs this time,
cooking their behinds in the sun. John noticed our approach.
"Pat and I are going to the resort across the island for supper
tonight." he said. "Would you two like to join us?"
Sam looked at me, but I was blatantly starring at Pat's collar. Her
hair had fallen away from it, and from the back, there seemed to be no
opening or catch either, just a solid band of metal encircling her
neck. Perhaps an inch wide and maybe a quarter inch thick, it wasn't
tight around the woman's throat but it surely was on there to stay.
John saw me looking.
"Sorry John." I said to him. "Your wife has some rather nice jewelry.
I think Sam and I would be interested in hearing about it. May we join
you two for supper tonight?"
Pat's hand idly reached out to touch her husband's hand. The bracelet
flashed in the sunlight. She said, "We'll stop by your cabin around
six. It's only a short walk to the other side."
Sam waited until we'd gone farther down the beach before she spoke.
"I use to think it was only me who was like this. But then I met you,
then I met Mike and the twins, and now those two on the beach. Did you
see the woman's bracelets? How close they fit around her wrists? And
that collar, what's up with that?"
"Same thing as those bracelets with the chain that you've got, I
guess. I use to think I was the only one too. But then you start to
hear things, you meet people that have the same kind of ideas,
interests, as you do, and suddenly it's not so wierd after all."
"Pat and John seemed to be very happy together," Sam said, "how long
do you thing they've been married?"
"I expect we'll find out tonight."
At first, when Pat and John walked up to our cottage and stopped in
front, I didn't recognise them with their clothes on. Pat had on a
long skirt and a shirt, John, just shorts and a shirt. I wore the
same, and Sam put on a short skirt with a belly revealing top. We
talked a bit on the hike through the forest about general things. The
couple had been married thirty seven years this past July.
"We got hitched just before I shipped out to 'Nam." Said John.
"That was a pretty rough war from what I understand." I said.
"Don't get me started." he warned. "It was every bit the farce that
you've heard and then some. Don't get Leon started on it either, he
had it a lot worse than I did. Made some good friends over there
though. Only good thing about it all."
The resort on the other side of the island was one of those big, multi
storied hotels with the swimming pool right by the ocean, in case you
didn't like salt water or something. Tennis courts, a small golf
course, everything. An excellent diningroom too. Casual dress seemed
to be the order of the day, fortunately.
Sam was getting dizzy following Pat's bracelets as she moved her hands
around. Her interest in them was not lost on John, or Pat.
"I'm not wishing to embarrass you Pat," I said to John, "but my wife
and I have rather a fascination with your wife's rather unusual
bracelets. Would you like to tell us a bit about them?"
"A buddy of mine from the engineering corps made them for us." John
told us. "The bracelets, and the necklace, well," he looked at his
wife, "it's a collar actually, they're a special grade of stainless
steel. My pal Billy, he can weld anything that ain't moving too fast.
He did a set like that for his girl, and for a couple other friends,
and I got him to do Pat here."
"How long have you had them?" Sam asked Pat.
"Quite some time now. Nearly thirty years, right John?"
John nodded. Sam looked stunned. I asked, "So Bill formed the metal
and then welded them on?"
"That's it." Said John. "It's kinda tricky, but he knows all the
tricks. The collar was the tough one. He obviously couldn't finish the
weld underneath so you can feel the seam in back a bit. Honey?"
Pat let Sam and I feel under her collar. The thing was a little heavy
as I lifted it on her neck. I slid my finger underneath, between the
hard, solid metal strip and the woman's soft skin of her neck. I felt
a slight, smooth, indentation where the ends were joined. I turned the
collar back around to examine the medallion that hung in front.
The circular pendant was gold with a silver design around the edge and
cryptic sort of lettering around the green cut stone in the center.
"This is very nice." I said.
"Take it off." John told me.
It felt creepy touching this woman's collar, this woman who was so
obviously, owned, I guess is the best word, by her husband. The
medallion attached to the collar by a nicely crafted snap fastener. I
pushed the catch and unhooked it from the ring. When I moved it away
from her collar the ring stood out starkly for what it was. An
attachment point. The ring was seamlessly a part of the collar, fixed
vertically in place.
I looked at Sam. Sam was dreamy eyed and she was staring at Pat's
collar. Pat saw Sam's look, then she raised her hands up under her
chin to clink her metal bracelets against the front of her collar.
Samantha's intake of breath was audible to us all. I looked closely at
the pendant in my hand, warm, from resting against the woman's throat.
The central stone twinkled, reflecting the lights in the diningroom.
It seemed to glow with an inner fire. The piece felt heavy in my hand.
"It's beautiful" I said.
"Picked it up in Bangkok when I was on leave. How much do you think
it's worth?" John asked me.
I looked at him. "I haven't a clue."
"The base is twenty four carat gold." John informed me. "The design
and the lettering is inlaid platinum. And the emerald is nearly three
carats."
I let out a soft whistle. "A lot, I guess."
"Had it appraised again five years ago for the insurance company.
You're holding close to a million bucks there."
"Wow!" Both Sam and I exclaimed.
John added, "I carried that with me all the time I was in 'Nam. It was
my good luck charm. I got out of there without so much as a scratch,
so I guess it worked. I just kept on thinkin' "I've gotta get home and
give this to Pat". Read the back."
I turned the medallion over. The back surface was worn along the lower
edge, probably from being in contact with Pat's skin for a long time.
The engraving was faint and I held it up to the light.
"It's starting to fade." Pat said. "My lovely Patrice, my heart, my
rock, all my love, Jonathan."
"I should take it in and get the inscription redone." John told her.
"Now John," Pat said, "it might break the spell if you alter it."
"Ya, you might be right."
After dinner on the way back to the cottages the older couple held
each other close, like star crossed lovers. Anyone could see there was
still a deep attraction there between them after all those years
together. As deep a feeling for one another as between Samantha and I,
just starting out. I prayed Sam and I would still be so happy together
at that age.
It was just beginning to get dark when we reached our cottage and I
shook John's hand as we said goodnight. Pat gave Samantha a hug. Sam
took Pat's hands in hers, then slid them down to feel the woman's
bracelets. I watched her hands linger a bit too long on the woman's
bracelets, feeling around them, hefting their weight. John couldn't
help but notice too.
He said to me, "If you and your pretty bride are interested, I could
put you in touch with my buddy Billy. He's getting on in years now,
but he might be willing to do something like that for you."
"It's a distinct possibility," I said, "thanks, we'll let you know."
Samantha was really hot that night over those two bracelets that Pat
had. We went for a late night swim hoping she'd cool down a little. We
walked naked in the moonlight from the cabin, down the beach, and out
into the sea. Of course that did little to quell Sam's desire any. In
the water she began to rub herself up against me.
"Jim." she cooed in my ear.
"Yes Sam?"
"Jim. Uh, those two bracelets."
"You'd like me to talk to John?"
"Would you like it if I had bracelets like that on me all the time?"
"Yes Sam, I think that would be nice."
"Thank you master." She said.
We fucked in the ocean, we screwed on the beach, then again later, in
bed. Throughout it all Sam managed to keep her screams of ecstacy down
to a low roar. I was proud of her, and completely done in afterwards.
We slept in late the next morning.
We spent a lazy morning laying out in the sun, swimming when it got
too hot, then back to the blanket for a while. We were starting to
think about lunch when I caught the flash of sunlight and saw Pat and
John strolling down the beach towards us. Leon was having a get
together and they invited us to come along.
"If it's no bother, that would be nice." Sam said.
Sam grabbed a shirt to throw over her bikini since the sun was getting
fierce. Pat had a short sundress over her swimsuit. It was only a
fifteen minute walk along the beach to Leon's place.
We found Leon out back, stoking a fire in a brick barbecue. John
called to him as we approached.
"Found a couple people on the beach who looked lonely." he said. "Got
something extra to feed them?"
"Ivan dropped off a bushel of crab this morning. I think there's
enough to go around."
Leon hoisted a big iron pot onto the grill over the fire, then started
filling it with water from a hose. Just then Rachel came out of the
house carrying a big tray loaded with plates, glasses and bottles of
drink. I went to give her a hand and when I took the tray from her I
saw something that almost made me drop it. I managed to mask my
surprised look, but I saw Sam stare.
Rachel was wearing a very skimpy thong bikini. What caught my eye was
a bright flash of sunlight at her waist. She had on, I assumed, some
of Billy's handiwork. A wide band of shiny metal encircled her middle.
Rachel thanked me for taking the heavy tray and I turned away to set
it on the table. But I had to look back at her, at the strip of metal
around her tummy. She saw that I was staring, but I expected she was
use to people looking.
"John told us about Pat's jewelry," I said to her, "is that more of
Bill's handiwork?"
"I had him make me this after I saw Pat's." Rachel said.
Samantha had come over to join me, Leon was watching us. Rachel did a
little twirl, showing off the piece, the sunlight sparkling off the
metal band. It was one solid band of polished steel, maybe an inch and
a half wide, and it fit her rather tightly around her waist. It had
two holes in it at the back, around six inches apart, and one slightly
larger one in front. John came to the table, opened a bottle and began
filling glasses. I had to sit down.
"Billy really does fine work." I said. "John, my wife has expressed a
deep interest in those bracelets that Pat has. If you could put us in
touch with your friend, we both would really appreciate it."
"No problem," he said, "I'll give him a call."
John handed Sam and I glasses of the drink, a coconut flavored liquid,
locally brewed and very refreshing. Leon joined us around the table
while waiting for the water to boil. Sam and I heard the tale of
Rachel's unusually located slave collar
Rachel started the story. "Pat and I were close while the boys were
away. When they got back Leon and I settled down here, on this island.
It was a couple years later when Pat and John came for a visit and Pat
had just got her collar put on. I really thought it was neat and Leon
liked it too. We talked a bit about me getting one made, but we were
having problems back then."
"I was having problems." Leon explained.
"Leon was wounded in the war." Rachel continued. "It took us a long
time to work through what happened to him over there. That's why we
came here, to get away from people, the troubles back home. Anyway,
Pat and John came to visit again the next year and she had her
bracelets then. Pat took me aside and showed me how the bracelets and
the collar could be used and told me how hot it made her feel when
John would lock her hands to her collar at night." Rachel suddenly
looked up at Sam and I. "Oh, I hope you two know what I'm talking
about here."
"Samantha and I are into these sort of things too." I said. "We both
enjoy our little bondage sessions. Please, go on."
"Well anyway, Leon and I talked about it, having me get something made
by Billy. We talked about it and I had an idea that I thought he might
like. I didn't tell him right out, I thought it would be a nice
surprise. Leon said "Well you're the one has to wear it, get something
you'll like". He's not really into the bondage thing like John is, so
I did.
"I went back home with John and Pat and they took me to see Billy the
welder. I thought my idea was wierd but he understood perfectly and
showed me how it would work. He cut up some cardboard and had me hold
the pieces together, and I thought "Wow! this is really great." So I
had him do it."
Sam and I were lost now, and it must have shown. Leon got up to toss
some crabs in the pot.
"Honey, why don't you get the salad and put on the other piece."
"O.K."
Rachel disappeared into the house. Pat went with her. Leon sat beside
me. He told me about where he got wounded in the war, how a piece of
shrapnel had come through the side of a truck he was riding in.
"Got me right where it hurts. So that was the end of that. Rachel and
I couldn't have kids after that, so that's where she got the idea for
the belt. She's a fine woman for putting up with me all these years."
The first batch of crab were done and Leon got up to scoop them out
and add some more. Pat came out of the house carrying a bowl of green
salad and another with potato salad. Rachel carried herself.
I'd read about these things, seen web sites devoted to the topic. Now
here one was, worn by Rachel, who came to the table and sat down with
a solid sounding thump. She shifted around a bit to adjust her most
intimate areas to the confines of the chastity belt.
Sam was stunned speechless. I gaped.
"My God Rachel," I said. "It's beautiful."
Rachel still had on her string bikini top, but she'd traded the thong
bottom for the other part of her belt. The metal matched the waist
belt and flowed from it, down her front and underneath to emerge
behind her, dividing into two, and joining the belt again in back.
She'd looked embarrassed when she'd come out, but seeing both
Samantha's and my enthusiastic and admiring looks, she stood up to
model the device before our wide eyes. I looked closer, oblivious to
the goings on around me.
The lower part connected beautifully with the belt, fastened by a
rather strange looking bolt. It narrowed where it passed between the
woman's legs and I could see a small opening where she could pee
through. In back it opened a little wider over her ass, then the piece
flowed back up her ass cheeks to become fixed to the back of her belt
by two screw like fittings similar to the one in front. The whole
thing was quite tight against her flesh. Rachel saw that I noticed.
"I've put on a little weight over the years." She said.
"Billy put it on her with big rivets at first." Leon said. "That's how
she came back to me, locked away forever. I was really touched then,
that she'd do that for me. She told me that if I couldn't have her,
than no one would."
"How, uh." Sam found her voice and tried again. "How long did you wear
it like that?"
"Over ten years, wasn't it Leon?" said Rachel as she carefully sat
down again. "I'd gain a little weight and it would get uncomfortable,
then I'd have to run on the beach to work it off. When I got older the
weight became harder to loose, and that's when it started to become a
real problem."
"Took a week to get it off her." Leon told us. "I had to file off the
rivets and then knock em out with a punch. Billy made those bolts for
us after, so we could put it on and take it off. Without the crotch
piece on, the waist belt sits up higher, so she's not so bothered by
it.
Halfway through the meal Rachel started to look rather uncomfortable
and she asked Samantha if she could give her a hand for a few minutes.
In a little while they came back out, Rachel wearing her thong again,
minus the shiny steel bottom part of the belt. I could see deep
reddened marks on her hips and on her bum where the device had pressed
against her flesh. The waist belt rode higher on her middle now, and
she looked much more relaxed.
The lunch lasted most of the afternoon, a peaceful meal under the
trees in Leon's back yard by the sea shore. Besides the never ending
supply of delicious fresh crab and the salads, we had fresh baked
bread with sweet butter and a bowl of cut up fruit on the table.
Later on, Rachel and Pat brought out a pot of tea and a cake with
chunks of pineapple baked into it. John came out of the house and sat
with Samantha and me.
"I put in a call to Billy the welder but he wasn't home. He's got his
shop in Oklahoma. I'll try again tomorrow, if you two are still
interested. I haven't seen him for a few years now but I imagine he
still does custom work for folks."
I asked, "How much would he charge me for two bracelets?"
"He won't "charge" you anything." John told me. "This sort of work is
a labour of love to him. Slip him whatever you think it's worth to
you, he'll appreciate it. Bring along a bottle of Jack Daniels, but
don't give it to him until he's done, that way you won't have to wait
around for him to sober up."
Our honeymoon trip just kept getting stranger and stranger.
Late that evening we all piled into Leon's jeep and he took us back to
the cabins. Sam and I had our nightly nude swim in the ocean, then we
went to bed.
"Master?" Sam whispered in my ear.
"Yes little one?"
"Are we going to visit Oklahoma on the way home?"
"If you'd like. I'll get Billy to make you a belt like Rachel had."
"I don't think a baby would fit through that little opening in the
bottom." Sam was quiet for a while, then she spoke again. "Rachel and
Leon don't have sex you know."
"I sort of guessed that." I said. "Leon told us how he got hurt in the
war."
"He gives her pleasures in other ways. She really loves him a lot."
"I know."
"Good night master."
"Good night Sam."
We met the people in the cottage next to ours one day while walking
down the beach. A young couple, around our age, from Timmins, a town
in northern Ontario. They had two kids, a boy and a little girl. The
wife had won an obscene amount of money in the lottery and they owned
the sailboat that we'd seen anchored out in the water. They'd bought
the boat in England and were living the life, sailing the seven seas..
Another day Leon told us a bit more about their life on the island.
When they'd settled here there were only about twenty people living on
Cat island. Five years ago they put up the big hotel on the other side
and now there was an even bigger one going up at the south east end.
"Rachel and I use to go for weeks without seeing another soul." he
told us. "The locals knew we'd come here for the peace and quiet and
they left us alone. You could go around naked for weeks at a time with
out anyone bothering you. Everybody'd seen Rachel's belt, and I look a
lot scarier naked, so me and Rach could do whatever we liked. We
started the cottages around ten years ago to pick up a few bucks after
the V.A. money ran out, and it's worked out quite well for us. The
hotel coming brought more people and it brought money here too. Folks
got jobs building it, or workin' there. Armand bought new boat and he
runs tours around the islands, and there's a steady market for the
local farmers and fishermen too."
John finally got through to Billy the welder. Billy's son was taking
over the business, but old Bill would be pleased to do Sam two
bracelets. Sam was as happy as I was on hearing that. John drew us a
map to Billy's shop, just outside of Oklahoma City.
"Should only take him an afternoon to do it." John told me. "I think
you'll be pleased with the results."
"I think we both will. Thanks John. We'll go see him straight from
here at the end of the week."
I exchanged addresses with Pat and John and we promised we'd keep in
touch. Leon and Rachel too, and we told them that we'd try to come
back to stay at their little piece of paradise some day. All too
quickly our honeymoon drew to a close and everyone on the island, and
from neighboring islands as well, congregated in the little fishing
village at the north end of Cat Island for the annual festival.
It was a great party, with a couple of bands providing the music. The
food was fantastic and plentiful, and the drink flowed freely. Sam and
I danced until we could dance no more. The festival continued long
into the night when Sam and I staggered along the beach and back to
our little cabin by the sea. We collapsed in a fit of giggles on the
bed.
After a long goodbye to Rachel and Leon, Sam and I boarded the ferry
boat to Nassau. At the airport I picked up a bottle of Jack at the
duty free, then we caught the shuttle to Miami and a flight to
Oklahoma City. We landed in the late afternoon and the weather there
was warm and sunny. I rented a car to drive into town. I stopped to
call Billy Brown's welding shop but got no answer, so Sam and I booked
a room at a nearby hotel and then we drove around to see a few sights.
I stopped at a bank and cashed a cheque. John said pay what I though
it was worth. After seeing Billy's work in person Sam's bracelets
would be priceless to us, so I figured five hundred wouldn't be too
out of line. I got some extra cash to spend on food and stuff as well.
After supper that evening I spoke to Billy. I said we'd met John and
Pat in the Bahamas the week before, and that John had talked to him
about us coming to visit with him.
"You're the fellow wanted the bracelets made?" Bill asked me.
"That's right." I said. "I've seen some of your earlier works and
thought they looked very nice."
He asked if we had a place to stay and I gave him the name of the
hotel we were at.
"Well come on by in the morning and we'll fix you up.." He said.
Next morning we drove out to Billy's place on the outskirts of the
city, out in farm country. A high wood fence bordered the property
along the road and when I turned the car in at the gate I could see
why. The yard in front held an ugly collection of rusted cars, rusted
trucks, rusted barrels and big tanks, and rusted piles of rust that
might have been farming machinery at one time or another. Goats and
sheep grazed the grass around the junk, chickens patrolled the
perimeter of the house. A mangy black dog announced our arrival.
I parked at the side of the barn beside a rusty tractor. Billy came
out of the house and crossed the yard to greet us. Bill walked with a
pronounced limp and his mop of gray hair fluttered in the breeze. He
looked to be around seventy, or eighty. Or ninety. I was further
disconcerted when he shook my hand, and I noticed a couple of his
fingers were missing.
"You must be Jim. And Samantha," He said, taking her hand, "you're the
one wants the bracelets, right?"
"I saw the ones you made for Pat and I thought they were very nice."
Sam said to him.
Bill had taken hold of Samantha's hands and was looking at them
through his smudged glasses. He turned her hands over, felt around
them, stepped back to look up and down at her. I stood there feeling
somewhat uncomfortable.
Billy ushered us both into the barn that was his workshop. The inside
smelled of machinery and grease and was dimly lit by dirty fluorescent
lights. We were shown to the rear of the barn, to an area where a
cluttered workbench stood. There, on the bench, shining brightly in
the sunlight coming from a streaked window, was a steel rod about
three feet long. Billy picked it up and held it before us.
"This is stainless steel." He said. "The same kind surgeons use to
make pins when they put a shattered bone back together. It won't
corrode, it won't give you a rash of any kind like cheap jewelry can.
It's a little hard so it won't scratch too easily. It's not so hard
you couldn't cut it off if you had to, if you had an emergency of some
kind."
The rod was a quarter inch in diameter. Bill held it against Sam's
wrist. He looked at it, at her arm, at her, muttering to himself. He
had her hold the metal rod while he went behind a shelf to rummage
through a pile of bits and pieces. I became aware of many shiny pieces
of the same type metal amongst the piles of clutter in the area, ends
and trimmings from the man's craftings. Bill came back with another
piece of rod, a little shorter. When he lay the two together across
Sam's wrists I saw the other piece was a tiny bit thicker.
"How much do you weigh honey?"
Sam told him. He started feeling Sam up, around her hips, her thighs,
her arms. Sam looked at me, and I was getting a little agitated at the
man's seemingly taking liberties with my wife. Bill must have sensed
our unease, and he stopped to look at me.
This ain't a part for a tractor I'm makin'." He said to me. "These
bracelets are going to become a part of this girl, hopefully for a
long time to come. I've got to make the size right for her now, and I
have to be convinced they'll be suitable for her in years to come." He
turned to Sam. "They might be a bit uncomfortable for a little while,
but you'll get use to them soon enough. You have to be certain you
still want me to make 'em for you."
Sam looked at me again. I spoke. "Sorry Bill. I see you want to do
your best here. I'm just not use to seeing another man touching my
wife."
"Well son, you'd better get use to it cause I'm gonna be doin' a lot
more touching before the day's through."
Bill was right. Sam ended up naked, standing in the middle of the old
man's dusty workshop while he sized her new bracelets. Old Billy got a
charge when he saw Sam's labia rings. When Sam told him she was going
to have a baby, Bill said that changed things, and he scratched out
some numbers he'd wrote down, then took some more measurements. He was
using calipers and old ruler and I saw the markings had almost become
worn away from use. I made the mistake of asking him how he could read
the measurements off the old tool.
He snorted. "I remember where the numbers use to be." He told me.
I shut up after that.
It took a couple hours before Bill was satisfied with the reading he'd
got from Sam's hands and wrists, and other places that I couldn't see
had anything to do with making two bracelets, but he seemed to know
what he was doing. Or at least he made it look like he did. Bill found
a thick piece of steel bar and chucked it in an ancient engine lathe
in the corner of the shop. With a great rumbling noise the machine
started, and steel chips flew as he turned the bar down to the
diamater he wanted. Bill ground the gears of the big machine and made
the chuck run slow. He'd settled on the piece of rod that was a tiny
bit thicker than a quarter inch. He mounted a holder, pushed the piece
of stainless rod into a hole in the round piece in the chuck, and
started the machine again to wind the rod around the bar, forming
Samantha's bracelets in less than six seconds.
Bill took the piece out of the lathe and over to a bandsaw to cut
through the coils of stainless rod, then came back and handed Sam her
bracelets.
"What's next?" She asked, as she looked at the two rings of metal.
"We'll get them on you and go have lunch." Bill said. "After lunch
I'll do the welds."
Billy pried open the two rings and filed the edges of the cuts. He
then had Sam slip the bracelets over her hands. At the workbench, Bill
had Sam lay her wrist on a board, then he used a wooden mallet to bang
the ring closed. He did the other one, then measured around the
bracelet. He brought Sam over to a vise and opened it, put Sam's arm
in it, and closed the vice down on the bracelet.
This went on for a while, squeezing and measuring each ring until
Billy was satisfied they were both perfectly round. Then we broke for
lunch.
In the farmhouse, Sam and I met Bill's wife Betty. Betty wore the
bracelets too.
"I cut her collar off several years ago." Bill informed us. "Folks
around these parts just could never get use to the idea. Old Bet
wouldn't part with the bracelets though. Seein' them on her, feelin'
them on her at night, I'd miss 'em too. Show these youngsters the
other two Hon."
Betty lifted the hem of her long dress. Two bracelets adorned her
ankles, larger ones, and made of thicker rod than those around her
wrists. She smiled at Sam and I, then dropped her dress and turned
back to the stove.
Betty served us all bowels of thick, delicious soup along with still
warm fresh bread and creamy butter. I talked a bit about the great
time we had at Leon's place in the Bahamas. I talked about Rachel and
about the belt Bill made for her.
"She show you both parts?" Bill asked. I nodded, and he continued.
"She's a fine lady, she is. She came to me with this idea and at first
I thought it was great, with what happened to poor Leon and all. But
it was the hardest thing I ever done. Not the makin' of it, it was at
the end when I was puttin' it on her. When I was banging down those
three rivets I just kept thinkin' "this girl's pussy's gonna be shut
away for a long time now". Me and the missus went to visit 'em a year
later. I took Rach aside and checked her over, I was worried how she
could'a took to somethin' like that 'round her all the time."
Betty stepped in. "Them two was the happiest couple you ever saw. I
don't know how Rach ever stood that thing on her, but it seemed it
brought the two of them together like nothin' I ever seen, it did."
"Yup." Bill added.
I could see Sam was a little awkward negotiating eating her lunch with
her new bracelets on. I could also see her eyes were on them almost
all the time. Mine were too for that matter. After a leasurly lunch,
we headed back to the shop for part two.
Billy found a pair of heavy welding gloves, and an insulated sleeve,
for Samantha. He had her put one sleeve and glove on and he tucked the
cuff under her bracelet. He used strips of an insulating material and
jammed them between the inside of the ring and the glove. He slid a
thin plastic tube under the sleeve, positioning it under all the
padding, in the area where the welding would take place. Connecting
the tube to a regulator, he adjusted the air flow. An ancient sounding
compressor somewhere in the shop wheezed to life.
"That tickles." Samantha said.
"The air will keep things cool under there, darlin'. This all is going
to be tight on you for a little while. You tell me if it troubles you
too much."
Bill used a clamp like thing to press the bracelet tightly closed
where the ends would be joined. He positioned Sam's arm over a tank of
water.
"If it starts to get really hot you drop into the water. O.K.? If it's
not too bad, you wait for me to tell you. Don't look at the flame
either, it'll hurt your eyes."
Billy took off his glasses and put on a pair of dark ones. He took up
the torch and lit it with a bang and a whoosh. He tuned the flame.
Then he picked up a thin piece of filler rod and brought the blue
flame down onto the bracelet around Sam's wrist.
The spot where the bracelet was cut began to glow red, then yellow,
and finally a bright white. Separated from her skin by a thin bit of
padding. Billy quickly worked the torch and the filler rod around the
joint. He pushed up on the bottom of the clamp to raise the bracelet
off the insulating padding and, working fast, he finished the weld on
the inside. Then he shut off the torch valves and the flame went out
with a pop. He set the torch aside and used an air hose to start
cooling the metal down.
"You O.K. honey?" He asked. "It has to cool slowly or the metal
becomes brittle. You'll get surface cracks then."
He took a few drops of water and let them fall on the red hot weld.
They popped and fizzled into steam. He blew some more air. Sam began
to get agitated as the heat finally soaked through the padding. A
final blast of compressed air and Billy plunged my wife's arm into the
tank of water.
Bill pulled the padding from under the bracelet and pulled the sodden
glove off her hand. Sam had a nice bracelet around her left wrist.
"Her right hand's a bit bigger than her left," Bill said to me, "so I
made that one a cunt hair big- oops, sorry miss. A little bigger than
her left one, so they'll feel right."
Billy repeated the welding procedure with Sam's other bracelet. With
the welding done he clamped one in the vise and used a small hand held
grinder to smooth out the welds. He used a variety of little stones
and sandpaper wheels to grind and then polish the joints. Sam sat on
the bench, her arm in the bracelet that was clamped in the vise,
watching him.
Billy worked for over three hours, making the joints in the two
bracelets perfect. He wrapped plastic around Sam's wrists under each
bracelet and used a polishing compound to make the metal sparkle. When
he was done, you could not find where the bracelets had been welded,
so perfect was his workmanship. We went out into the sunlight to
admire Samantha's new jewelry.
"They're really nice." Sam said to him. "Thanks Billy." She gave the
old man a peck on the cheek.
"Thank you darling. I always enjoy addin' a bit of beauty to an
already pretty girl."
Betty invited us to stay for supper but I declined. I was eager to get
back to the hotel. Bill walked us to the car and I gave him the
bottle. I also gave him the five hundred dollars. When I'd first seen
his place, I had serious doubts about the man's abilities to produce
the things I'd seen, but now, seeing Sam and her bracelets flashing in
the sunlight, I knew it had been well worth coming here. Billy Brown
peeled off a hundred and gave it back to me.
"Buy this girl a pretty new dress." He said, handing me the bill.
"Thanks Billy," I said, shaking his hand, "you're a true craftsman."
We drove back into the city and I stopped at a shopping plaza. At a
hardware store I bought a medium size brass padlock. We had a quick
bite to eat in a restaurant there, then we headed back to the hotel.
We both took a fast shower together. Sam sat down on the bed.
I had her put her hands behind her back. The lock slipped easily
through both her bracelets and I clicked it closed. It was just too
perfect.
I lay on my back and I had Sam move herself on top of me, upside down.
She had no hands with which to support herself so she nestled her face
in my crotch. I feasted on pussy pie for dessert, lapping her slit and
tinkling her rings with my tongue, pushing in as deep inside her as I
could get. Sam moved her head around and got my cock into her mouth,
then went down on it, taking it deep. I had my head propped up on a
pillow and I could see her hands grasping her ass cheeks, her shiny
new bracelets, locked together with the lock. I stroked the length of
her slit, then settled in to madly attack her clit with my tongue.
I ate Sam through three huge cums, my face and hair drowned in her
sticky juices by the time I'd finished. Sam was bobbing her head on my
cock and I just couldn't take it anymore. I reached past her ass and
grabbed hold of her hands. I felt the smooth surface of the steel
bracelets, and I came in a massive outburst into my sweet wife's
mouth.
A little later, Sam rolled off me and I reached for the key on the
bedside table. I fitted the key and opened the lock. It came off her
bracelets with a simple twist. Fast, easy, no fuss. Just perfect.
We were both covered in cum, so we took another quick shower together.
Sam's new bracelets looked simply stunning against her bare skin. The
polished, silver coloured steel against her skin, nicely tanned from
our time in the sun. The two bracelets lent a kind of symmetry to her
entire body that I found most pleasing to the eye, and the bondage
applications would be only limited by our imaginations. The two
bracelets slid around easily on her wrist, and I tried to get them off
over her soapy hands, but I saw that they were too small to even begin
to go over them. After we'd washed, I dried her off and looked closer
at the two rings of steel. There was no way to tell where the welds
had been made.
We got dressed and went out to a restaurant down the street for a
snack. I had a coffee, Sam ordered a glass of milk, and we had a few
flaky pastries to go along with it. That night in bed I locked the
bracelets together in front of her and Sam slept that way, her hands
stuck together and upon my chest as I held her warm body close to me.
We had to fly to Atlanta to get a connecting flight back home. With
delays and the time change it took most of the day to reach Toronto.
There, the weather was rainy, gray and cold, but no amount of
aggravation could dampen our spirits after such a wonderful honeymoon
as we'd just had. The hustle and the traffic on the drive home was now
a novelty to me, something I'd almost gotten to miss over the past
couple weeks.
At home, a ton of messages and e-mails awaited me. They'd wait until
tomorrow. I did however phone Mike to let him know we were back, and
to find out about Lisa.
"We let her out last week." Mike said to me, Samantha listening in on
the extension, "Thirty Nine days." I heard Sam's intake of breath.
"She was in really rough shape, but she's doing O.K. now. How'd you
two make out?"
I told Mike a little about the wedding, and our trip to paradise. I
invited him and the girls over for dinner the next day.
"I'll do a roast on the barbie, no big deal." I said. "You'll hear
about the trip, and Sam wants to have a chat with Lisa, I'm sure."
"Great." Mike said. "See you then."
It was around the middle of the afternoon the next day, and I saw
Mike's Jag turn into my driveway and park beside the house. Sam and I
greeted him and his two lovely companions at the door. I could see our
friend's eyes briefly flicker over Samantha's new bracelets, then
return for slightly longer looks. Mike took her hands in his to greet
her with a kiss and I noticed one bracelet slip down her arm and bump
against his fingers. He looked again at it, but made no mention.
Our guests seated themselves in our kitchen and drinks were passed
around. Liselle was the one to take Sam's hands and look closer at her
two bracelets. Mike then asked, and we told them about Samantha's new
permanent jewelry and the story of how she came to get them. Both Mike
and his two girls were quite taken with the whole idea and I ended up
giving Mike the phone number for Billy Brown's welding shop.
"Old Billy's quite the character," I warned Mike, "and I'm sure he'd
get a kick out of doing something for these two beauties of yours."
We chatted about our trip and the wedding, Mike and the girls told us
about Lisa's time in the cage. I popped outside from time to time to
check on the roast beef cooking on the barbecue.
"Lisa wanted to stay in longer," Mike told us, "she was totally out of
her mind at the end. She couldn't talk from having that gag down her
throat for so long, she couldn't even think straight. We started to
get her out of there and she really got agitated about it. Being in
there was all she'd known after all that time, and she didn't want
anything else but to be left alone inside that cage. Liselle and I got
the two cocks out of her and we loosened all the restraints. Then we
had to leave her alone for a while.
"Once Lisa's restraints were loose she had to start moving to support
herself, and that's when she started feeling it. All her muscles had
gotten weak from not being used for so long and she started screaming
from all the pain she was in. I tell you Jim, it wasn't a pretty
scene. Liselle went in to try to help her and I was getting kinda
worried, but eventually she got herself a bit more under control and
we got her out of the thing.
"I carried her upstairs and put her to bed. She'd lost weight and she
looked really bad. She had marks on her from the shackles and from
where the parts of the cage had pressed on her. Her pussy was raw from
the dildo there, and her throat was raw from the one in her mouth. She
slept for a few hours, and then Liselle came down to get me. Lisa,
tell these people what you told me that night."
"It was the most incredible experience of my life," she said, "being
trapped inside that cage for so long."
Lisa didn't elaborate at first, and Mike gently prompted her. "Tell
Samantha about how it made you feel, being in there."
In a quiet, sometimes shaky voice, Lisa spoke. "The first couple days
were fun." She said. "I felt safe and warm inside the cage. Liselle
was there, and Master would come to see me, to touch me in there. I
could move a bit and the dildos would give me pleasure. Sometimes I'd
get an itch, or something would start to hurt. I'd move around to try
and get some relief and the dildos were always there, inside me,
stroking me. Something would be itchy and I'd twist and move but I
couldn't reach it and I'd pull harder and I'd shift around as much as
I could. I'd start to shake myself and there was nothing I could do
about the itch, nothing I could do. I'd start cumming and I'd rock
back onto the cock and I'd cum again. I'd cum.
"Later on things didn't hurt so much but I couldn't shit too well with
the big dildo in my pussy. Sister would hold the pan and I'd try, but
I couldn't, and then later on it would come. Master wouldn't allow the
rear cock to come out, only the one in front, so I could eat. I didn't
want sister to have to clean my mess all the time and when she'd come
to feed me I could stretch forward a bit more and I'd try to shit
then. I couldn't get the cock all the way out of my pussy, but I could
go a bit easier, so it was better.
"Some time later you came Miss Samantha, you came to visit me and it
made me happy to see you. I remembered that you touched me inside the
cage and it made me feel very good, since sister had been warned many
times by Master that I should be left alone in there and not be
touched and stroked like you did to me. But then you had to leave when
Master saw and got angry with us. Sister fed me my dinner and then put
the dildo back into my mouth, and I was left all alone after, just a
lonely little slave girl and the hard steel that held me so tightly
inside the cage.
"It was starting to be not so much fun anymore then. Master would come
and touch me and say what a good girl I was, but then he'd go away and
I'd be all alone in the big empty, silent room. Just me and the little
steel cage around me. The two dildos weren't making me feel good
anymore and I couldn't get the one inside my mouth out and I couldn't
get the other one out of my pussy. I'd try to turn my head and push
backwards to get the rubber cock out of my mouth but the chain would
dig into my neck and I couldn't move back far enough or twist my head
enough to get it out. Then I'd have to move forwards again and it
would push deep into my mouth and go down my throat a little.
"Master left for a week and he'd told sister not to bother me except
for mealtimes which were twice a day. I began to get very sad then
because I was left alone for such a long time then, just me and the
hard steel around me. Just a sad little girl locked up tight inside a
cage. I just lay there stuck, hanging inside there for long, lonely
times. I didn't hurt anymore, I couldn't feel myself much at all.
Just the two cocks inside me rubbing me every time I moved a little
bit. I would squeeze them, first the one in my mouth and then the one
behind me. Then again, and again. Faster and faster until I started to
cum. I'd cum and cum, I guess until I fell asleep because I'd cum so
many times.
"Master came back from his trip and he told me that I'd beaten the
record, but I didn't understand what he meant by it. Master and sister
had their supper with me that day, downstairs beside my cage. Master
fed me my food and I ate from His hand. Later on He touched me and He
made me cum three times.
"I had become a part of the cage that surrounded me, the cage that
held me so tightly. We were one. But then they started to take away
the cage that had been with me for so long, they, Master and sister,
began to take me away from my cage. I started to feel pain again as
the cage that had become part of me was loosened and I began to fall
down, since it no longer held me tightly embraced anymore. Master
later said that I acted very badly then, and I apologized to Him for
it, but at the time I didn't know what was happening to me, only that
my cage wasn't making me feel good anymore, only hurting me.
"I'd been inside the cage for thirty nine days."
I was hoping that the roast hadn't caught fire, but I couldn't leave
the room while Lisa was speaking. Over a month, locked into a tight
little cage, how could anyone stand something like that.
Samantha had hung on Lisa's every word, and I could see in her eyes
that she understood exactly how Lisa could have stood being held
immobile for so long inside the thing. And Mike too had such a look of
fierce pride over his girl surviving her ordeal so well.
There was little question that Sam wanted to try some time in the
cage, and I hoped that we could do it before our baby growing inside
her got too big, making it impossible for her withstand it. She was
determined to try Mike's cage for herself, but she was also worried
about the baby, about if it would cause problems if she was locked
inside the cage for a while. We talked about it in bed, later on that
night.
Samantha's belly was beginning to get a bit bigger and whether it was
because of her pregnancy, or all the great food we'd stuffed ourselves
with on our week in the Bahamas, I was unsure. I stroked the little
soft bump of her tummy with my hand. Samantha's hands were behind her
back, her bracelets locked together behind her. I'd attached the end
of a long chain to the lock on her bracelets, the other end was locked
to the headboard of my bed. Our bed.
"I think we should talk to your doctor," I said, "about what could
happen if you spent a long time in Mike's cage. He'll probably tell
you not to do it, but at least we'll get some facts and then take it
from there."
"I don't want to do it if it might cause problems for the baby." Sam
told me.
"How long do you think you could stand being in there?"
"I don't know." She answered. "I'd like to try for as long as I can.
After the baby's born I won't be able to do it."
I thought for a few moments. "When he's a little older, I could watch
him while mommy goes on a little vacation."
Sam looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I guess that would work."
I pulled her close in a big hug. Samantha couldn't hug me back, but
that was O.K.
"I love you Samantha."
"I love you too master."
[ End part 2/2, Chapter 4 "The Ad" ] dino@canoemail.com
A note from Dino: Tune in around the end of next month for the
conclusion of this tale of Jim and Samantha. Sam will get some time in
Mike's cage, and I hope to elaborate on some of the wonders of a
girl's pregnant body. Back when my wife and I were building our
family, her big tummy held a profound fascination for me. To touch the
hard, yet silky softness of her swollen belly. In bed at night when it
would "get in the way" and I'd feel the creature stirring inside her,
our child. To be so close to the wonderment of creation. Memories I'll
hold dearly in my heart forever. I hope to try and share a sense of
that reverence in Chapter 5 of The Ad.
Feel free to write me if you're enjoying this story, I'm always
pleased to hear from fans.
Dino Dave.
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