On the Water part 16 (BDSM) On the Water part 16 Not knowing what was happening to Ben and Amy, Laura and I entered through the gate wearing nothing but our masks which were still required. At least I wore nothing but my mask, Laura also wore her bondage which I put back on her after removing her outfit. Her nipples were still clamped and still supported the large chain that connected them. Her hands were still connected to her nipples with even more chain and were still connected to each other as well, and she still worn those tiny manacles on her big toes keeping her in a hobble. She looked beautiful and very, very nervous. She could raise her hands to cover her tits but there was nothing she could do about her fair haired pussy. With her golden hair falling in waves behind her she looked wonderful. Never before had either of us been nude in front of so many people, it was an adventure for both of us. What made it easy though was that EVERYBODY was naked as well. If we had to walk like this through a crowd this size of dressed people I doubt we could have done it. But in THIS group we were simply two more naked bodies. We did get looks though, but that was only because of Laura's bondage. To her embarrassment and continued arousal (which I found out about later), people would come up to us and comment on her chains, her body and her good behavior. Yes, that's what I said, good behavior. It was only after the second or third statement about it that I realized that Laura had slipped into one of her deeper slave modes. She walked on tip toe slightly behind me, her toe hobble forcing quick steps from her. Her head she kept lowered slightly, using her eyes to rubberneck instead. When ever we stopped she would drop to her knees and remain there until I started walking again. When I saw this I felt a great deal of pride, a pride which only increased the more I heard good things about her. This boosted my confidence which helped me play my role as her Master much better. I was no longer nervous about walking around with my tackle exposed. Instead I was a Dominant, a man in control, visiting with new friends and proudly showing off the person most precious to me. Laura told me later that my getting into the role helped her too. She also forgot that she was naked for the first time in front of so many strangers and instead let herself go, displaying what she had earlier thought of hiding, obeying the rules we had established over time without giving them another thought, and most importantly loving me for obviously expressing my love for her to all these people. If you cant understand why she would love me for having her walk around naked and bound in front of strangers and talk about her in glowing terms, then perhaps you're reading the wrong kind of story. I cant say I truly understand it myself, not being a submissive. But I do know that my love for her became even more fully realized at that party. It wasn't just because she WAS the kind of woman that would let me do that kind of thing to her, but more because I knew then that she had found a part of herself that gave her great joy and that she trusted me enough to let that joy flow out knowing that I would accept it and protect her. Confused? Well that's love! Stepping out into that accepting crowd was like coming out of the closet. We both felt finally free to be ourselves, the bondage of repression and ignorance finally falling away. Oh how could we go home now! So we mingled, and I drank, a little too much I thought later. We both enjoyed the eye candy surrounding us and knew that others enjoyed looking at us...well Laura mostly, I'm no catch. There was one person I was surprised and pleased to see. It was the long haired woman who had danced with Laura and Amy earlier. She was sitting in a patio chair by a pool side table. I saw that her bangles were still on and that someone had connected her hands together with a small padlock. Her feet were also connected. She sat holding a drink to her lips, putting it down on the table with both hands. She was absolutely stunning. "Wasn't she one of your fellow dancers?" I asked my wife, pointing the amazing woman out. "Yes, Master. Her name is Sehani and she is down here with her husband. They come every year." Laura replied. "Ah!" I said. If I had ever been tempted to consider building a stable of women, as some of the other guests here obviously had, I would have started with this one. But alas her being married meant that this fantasy at least was not to be. I chuckled, wondering what I would have done with her once we got home anyway! "What's so funny, Master?" Laura asked. "Oh, just trying to figure out which head I'm supposed to be thinking with!" "Oh...she is beautiful. I understand, Master." Something about her tone upset me. It was one thing to be submissive but quite another to give up all self worth. I couldn't imagine Laura ever doing that but the way she accepted how I looked at another woman disturbed me. I crouched down to where she was kneeling. "Laura, I'm only going to say this once. Cut it out! I know what's going on inside that golden head of yours and I wont have it. Remember who you are and what you mean to me!" Laura met my eyes for just a brief moment. "Yes, Master." "And cut that 'Master' crap. You know I don't care for it!" "But I thought...yes, Sir." I kissed her, maintaining the kiss until I felt Laura really respond to it, before getting her to her feet so we could keep on moving. I walked us away from the pool and the temptation beside it and out into a large garden. All around us the people were showing their affections for each other in various ways, we had evidently walked into the orgy section of the party. I cant say we weren't affected by what we saw and heard, I was at full mast and Laura's thin pubic hair did nothing to hide her arousal although she had been moderately stimulated since we came in. Many of the couples and triples and the odd mass of arms and legs that defied counting also used bondage and those were the groups that interested us the most. I was very tempted to drop right where we were and join them. But I still didn't want to give Laura any sexual release yet. I knew that the longer she waited the better it would be for her. I was going for a world record! But there was nothing that said I had to wait! I stopped walking and Laura obediently dropped to her knees on the grass behind me. I turned and let my penis stick out straight and true right in front of her face. Laura glanced up at my face after a moment and saw my expression. I was waiting to see if she would do what I wanted without my having to tell her. She glanced about at the copulating masses and then closing her eyes took me into her mouth. "Open your eyes." I told her. "Look at my face." She did so, and our eyes met as she worked her well practiced lips and tongue over my shaft. I watched her for a moment, savoring the feeling of her wet mouth surrounding me, then I deliberately looked away at the people surrounding us. As she drew me closer and closer to orgasm I resisted the urge to look back at her, knowing that she was doing as I asked and kept her eyes on my face. But as I came I did look and saw that the nervous look she had about performing such an intimate act before a garden full of strangers was now replaced by that look of joy I knew so well. I smiled an laughed and immersed myself in the bliss of the moment. She cleaned me off, silently, before I helped her to her feet once more and we continued on, eyes only for each other now. Beyond the orgy we found other smaller groups, one of which caught my attention. A bald Japanese man in a black silk mask was holding court of a sort for about a dozen people. He looked too young to be bald, about my age or just a little older, yet it suited him in a way I couldn't identify. What attracted him and his group to me though was what he was doing. It was another demonstration like those Ben and I had witnessed earlier. But this one was on Japanese rope bondage, where the art of physical restraint really was considered an art. He had just finished up tying a volunteer, a young woman who now had her arms held helplessly behind her in a rope single sleeve. Her Domme took her in her arms and kissed her, hooking a finger in the young woman's clit ring. "Thank you, Hiro." The Domme said with a sly smile. The Japanese smiled and offered a slight bow. "Any time you wish to try this yourself!" he said, his English very good. The Domme laughed and led her captive away by her clit ring, the smiling girl hurrying to keep up. "That was pretty impressive!" one of the men in the circle said. "A simple tie. I have more rope should you like to see something more complicated. All I need is another volunteer." The people around us murmured, discussing who should go next. I decided for them. "I volunteer my wife!" I said, stepping to one side so that they could clearly see her kneeling beside me. Laura looked up and began to blush. I had just brought her into the spotlight and I bet she felt her nudity again. I got her to stand and heard some more comments about her looks and bondage which I liked. The Japanese was also standing, and his eyes gave Laura a quick but thorough once over. "She will do nicely, if you can relieve her of her current bonds first." he said. The key was still on it's chain about my neck, and in moments everything but her collar and those Ben Wa balls in her pussy was gone from her. She looked a little awkward for a moment now that she wasn't forced to keep her hands in one position. Then she lifted her arms and put her hands behind her head. She parted her legs and pushed out her chest a bit too, showing off. She was still blushing furiously but there was excitement in her eyes. I could see all of the men and some of the women admiring her and again I was proud of her. It didn't even occur to me then that these people were probably thinking sexual thoughts about my wife. But then if that kind of thing was going to bother me I wouldn't have been at this party in the first place. I gave Laura a pat on the cheek, one of her striped ones of course, and sent her into the circle to meet her fate. As she padded over it occurred to me that we were crossing yet another boundary. I was letting a complete stranger tie up my naked wife, his hands obviously would be touching her while he did so. Wow! The Japanese took a good look at her before he started. "The hair will have to go." he said. He bent low to a pile of rope and selected one that wasn't too long. I saw Laura sneak a peak at the naked Japanese, as if she hadn't seen enough cocks this evening. "Keep your hands where they are." he ordered her. "Yes, Sir." she replied. Good girl. He took one end of the rope he had pulled and, gathering her long hair into one large pony tail, tied it to her golden locks. We were standing under a tree and he tossed the rope over a branch above us, pulling on the slack until all her hair was raised above her head. He tied it off. "Hair can be beautiful, but impractical at times." he said. He pulled another rope and doubled it, folding it in half. "We will begin," he said, "watch." Everyone was paying attention now and we watched as he wrapped the looped end of his double rope around Laura's waist, tucking the loop under the rope at the small of her back. He brought the ends of the rope between her legs from behind and up in front of her, tucking them under her waist rope before pulling them back through her legs again and up behind her. Laura now had four strands of rope snug against her pussy and ass. I caught her eye and she smiled nervously at me. Working in silence the Japanese turned Laura so that her back was visible to us all and he brought her arms down. He placed them together behind her back, folded so that her fingers just reached the opposite elbow, her forearms together. Then he used the rest of the rope to bind her hands together, wrapping the rope around her forearms and around her upper arms too until they were locked solid behind her. "Do not pull yet." he said to her, and Laura nodded. He could tell as could most of us that she was very turned on and wanted to make use of the crotch ropes. He pulled another rope from the pile, doubled it, and tied the looped end around the ropes binding her wrists. He brought this rope up her back and between her shoulder blades tied a knot in the two strands, binding them together. He passed each strand over her shoulders, one on each side of her neck and then turned her to face us again. Just below her neck he tied the strands together with another knot, then one more knot was tied between her breasts, the ropes now falling in a straight line directly between those sweet globes. Yet another knot was tied below her breasts and a last one at about the height of her belly button. Then the Japanese tucked what was leftover partially under her waist rope. I wondered why he didn't tie them there. He pulled a third rope from the pile, but this one he didn't double. Instead he turned her once more and tied one end of this rope to one of the ropes running up her back, below the knot he had tied there earlier. He turned Laura again and brought the rope around her side, over her upper arm and threaded it through the gap between the two ropes coming down from her neck, between the first two knots he had tied. This held the rope above her breast. He pulled the rope through until it was snug and then went back the way he had come, threading the rope through the same gap behind her back before coming around her other side. He threaded the rope through the same gap he had used up front and when he pulled it back it pulled the two strands that fell from her neck into a diamond shape. There were lots of smiles from the group when they saw that. Our rope expert went behind Laura again and repeated the whole process with the next gap down, incidentally tightening the ropes against her breasts in a nice bit of breast bondage. He worked his way down her torso like this until he reached her waist where he tied off the end of the rope behind her. Laura now had a set of diamonds made out of rope falling from her neck to her waist and her hands and arms were very well tied against her body. The Japanese wasn't quite don't though. He took the two ends that he had only tucked in and pulled them all the way under the waist rope. These he pulled hard on and Laura gasped as the ropes about her tightened up. He tied them in place. Then he turned her once more and we could see that there was still a little rope left in the single strand he had used to create the diamonds with. This he threaded through the loop he had tucked under her waist rope to hold it up and pulled hard on it, tightening her crotch rope. He tied it off then untied the rope holding her hair. "Simple, but effective and quite beautiful." he said with a small smile. Everybody clapped. Laura stood still, her mind and body exploring her bondage. "You were a good, obedient subject. You may go now." our host said. "Yes, Sir. Thank you." Laura replied, and she walked back to me. The way she walked I could tell she was really feeling those Ben Wa balls. "How does it feel?" I asked her as we walked away. "Wonderful...so tight and the ropes between my legs are fantastic!" She was panting with desire, her nipples like hard little rocks. I stopped her and sucked on them, getting an instant moan from her. God she was making me hard! "Please...Sir...let me cum!" she begged. I had been carrying the chains and cuffs I had taken from her. I held them up to her face. "I'm tired of carrying these." I said with a smile. To her horror I clipped her nipple clips back onto her very swollen nipples and let everything hang. The clips were tight enough to take the weight but not enough to really hurt, but I bet the swinging chains were playing havoc with her senses. "Ohhhh..." she moaned, her feet shifting, her eyes closed. I wished she had a clit ring I could lead her around by. Instead I took her toe hobble and locked one tiny manacle to the chain between her breasts, I used the other one to pull her along with and my wife stumbled along behind me, eager to keep the added tension I was putting on her bound breasts down. I knew she wouldn't last much longer and I had a quick thought about how I was going to eventually give her release. My problem was solved when I saw an empty seat. I led Laura over to it and sat down. "Over my lap, slave!" I ordered and she practically threw herself at me, landing face down with her butt high in the air. I arranged her so that her chains hung free, pulling her breasts downward. Then, holding tight to those chains with one hand I began to spank her moderately hard. As I hit the still tender welt on her ass she would jump and yelp, but she wouldn't jump far because her nipples held her down, trapped in the chains I held in one hand. Each spank caused her pain and stimulation in two points, something I know she loves. I kept up my spanking, varying the strengths and the target each time and Laura began her song of passion, her eyes tightly shut, her bound hands now fists, her unbound legs spread wide and getting wider by the second. Other people who were nearby stopped to watch as I kept spanking and were witness to Laura trying to hump my leg as she tried to gain even more stimulation from her crotch ropes. I spanked her even harder now, not caring if I was hitting her welt, and she bucked about on my lap with enthusiasm. Her buttocks were bright red and my hand was getting sore when she finally came, grunting almost as loud as Amy as the torrent of passion overwhelmed her. From the way she bucked about she must have had a multiple, and she almost tore the chains out of my other hand. Her nipples and breasts were really going to hurt when she came down. I put my hand on her hot little rump and began rubbing, watching as the love of my life slowly came down. She was limp over my lap, breathing heavily, exhausted. Many of the folk around us smiled and went back to what they were doing but one young lady kept watching us. She was a well proportioned young woman, her breasts large but with the tiniest nipples I had ever seen. Her hair was very short, like a boy's, and like Amy she had no pubic hair. She wore a leather mask that covered her eyes and nose. She padded over to us and sat on the seat beside me. I was a little surprised. Laura couldn't see her because the girl sat at her lower end. Besides in her state I doubt she would have noticed anyway. "Hi." said the girl. "Hey!" I said, wondering what she wanted. She looked to be about nineteen but I hoped she was older than that. I noticed that a small padlock kept her mask from being unfastened. There was also something around her neck, maybe the thinnest collar I had ever seen. It looked like not much more than a piece of wire, but it did have shape and looked tough. The girl was staring at Laura's red ass, the four stands of rope dividing her two globes. "May I touch, Sir?" she asked. I stopped rubbing and took my hand away. Curious, I nodded. She reached out and let her small fingers caress Laura's cheeks, tracing the welt left by the cane. "Hot." she said. I nodded again. "What's your name?" she asked. "Don. What's yours?" The girl glanced away for a second. "Is she yours?" I nodded. "This is Laura, my wife." The girl nodded and shaped the name Laura with her lips. I looked at Laura, catching her eye now that her senses were coming back to her. She looked happy and curious as to who I was talking with. She told me later that the only reason she wasn't embarrassed about how she looked was because the ropes covered her pussy pretty well. "Are you from the big boat in the bay?" the girl asked me. "No, but we're parked right next to it. Our boat is called the 'Kajira'." I replied. "Oh." She continued to caress Laura's backside for a moment longer and then stood up. "Thank you, Sir." she said and ran off, her young naked body looking elegant in it's motion. "Who was that?" Laura asked. "I don't know. But then you get to meet all sorts at one of these events." I replied. I helped her to stand and she stood on rubbery legs. "Wow! That was incredible!" she said with a smile. "I know," I replied with a grin, "everybody thought so!" Laura looked around, her face in a panic. I think that only now she had realized that her sexual release had been publicly viewed by dozens of people. She turned a bright red. "Oh God...can we go?" she said. "What happened to the slave girl I came in here with?" I asked her, noting her change in personality with a smile. "She just...er...please Sir, can we go back to the boat?" I laughed. "Sure. I'm getting sleepy anyway." "Thank you Sir. Sir, could a slave ask to be untied?" "Are you uncomfortable in those ropes?" Laura pulled a little at her rope bondage, none of the ropes having moved an iota since being put on her. "No, not really." she said honestly. "Well I want to show Ben how you look, so the ropes stay on." "Yes, Sir." Laura said with a sigh. I laughed again and took the tiny leash I had made out of her toe hobbles and with a yelp Laura followed me home to the 'Kajira'.