Kendra at the Bondage Show
Author's Note: This story is the third in a series that includes "Kendra Fulfills some Fantasies" and "Kendra at the New Level." However, it pretty much stands on its own, with its own story arc. It won't take you long to pick up on the characters if you haven't met them before.
A couple of Saturdays ago, Kendra and I were back at T'Jalla's sex and bondage shop. I've taken to calling it "T'Jalla's Shop," but she doesn't own it, she just works there. But she's such a friendly and helpful sales rep that we always seek her out, and "T'Jalla's shop" just sounds more comfortable than its actual, somewhat pompous name, "Paradise Adult Emporium."
We were primarily there just for another roll of bondage tape. We were really sold on the way it welds to itself without sticking very much to skin, allowing for clean removal even from difficult parts like hair. But we also just wanted to poke around and see if anything else caught our fancy. There always seemed to be some interesting new toys and restraints at T'Jalla's, and whether we bought anything or not, window shopping always made for an afternoon of erotic entertainment.
We were checking out the chastity section. Neither of us was really interested in buying anything there: enforced chastity was just not our particular idea of fun, and struck us as the exact opposite of what we were in a relationship to accomplish. But it was entertaining to see all the various chastity belts, both slim and modern or clunky and vaguely medieval, some with and some without various kinds of anal and vaginal intruders, as well as the cock-and-ball cages and other items of male confinement.
Then we spotted something we hadn't seen before. On a waist-high pedestal was a life-sized, and very lifelike, model of a female torso from the neck to mid-thigh, clearly made of some sort of slightly flexible rubbery compound that made it more skin-like than the usual hard plastic mannikin. She wore a wide black leather belt around her waist. Another, narrower belt attached to the waist belt at the back, went down through her asscrack and came up the front to split her pussy. So far, nothing we hadn't seen before. But then it got interesting. The belt covered the model's vagina, but then it split into two even narrower belts that diverged just above her vagina, pulling her pussy lips wide open and exposing her little rubber clitoris. The belts continued up to rejoin the waist belt at the front. The whole thing was locked in place by several little brass padlocks.
T'Jalla finished with another customer and came over to greet us. She was wearing the same cloth pandemic mask we had seen her in on our last visit, the one with a picture of a kneeling naked woman in restraints. I felt quite boring in my off-the-shelf blue surgical mask.
"I see you're a bit puzzled by the not-quite-chastity belt. We've had a number of requests for something like this. A full chastity belt is great if you want to completely deprive someone of sexual release, either to ramp up the pressure or as sexual torture. But what if you just want to keep intruders solidly locked in place but still allow for orgasms, either self-managed or with a partner? Here you go. It's a chastity device to the extent that there's no way to get a cock past it, but it leaves the clit and lips ready for a finger, a tongue, a vibrator, or whatever else you fancy. We just call it "The Intruder Belt."
We both studied the device with renewed interest. "It fastens snugly without the locks. They're optional for those who want to prevent unwarranted removal."
We looked at each other. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" I asked Kendra. I was getting pretty good at reading her expression behind a mask, and I could see that she was super intrigued by the idea of having dildos locked inside her and still being able to get herself off, or having me able to do it for her.
"Do you need special dildoes to go with it?" she asked T'Jalla.
"Not necessarily. You can get ones that attach to the belt, but frankly, it's easier to put them in separately and then lock them in place with the belt. But you need a vaginal dildo that can fit all the way up with nothing sticking out so the belt can cover it. You can use any ordinary butt plug, but I think one of the interesting aspects of this is that you can use a straight dildo without a snapback, so your sphincter stays really stretched. All you need is a safety flange so you don't lose it."
We didn't have equipment that quite matched that description, so we bought one of each. As usual, Kendra went for really large-diameter intruders. We knew how deep her vagina was (pretty deep), and we picked out a dildo that would exactly fit. There were some that incorporated vibrators, but Kendra decided that just being so firmly stuffed in both holes would be enough excitement to start with.
Kendra picked out a belt in red -- her favourite restraint colour -- and we headed for the counter to pay. As Kendra pulled out her card, T'Jalla handed us a glossy flyer.
It was an invitation to a limited-engagement bondage fashion show and after party the following week. "We have to limit it to fifty guests to comply with COVID restrictions, but we wouldn't want it any bigger anyway. It's supposed to be a show, not a circus. So we're only inviting our favourite regular customers. Even if you don't see anything new that you want, I guarantee it'll be entertaining."
We were both flattered to be included in the category of "favourite regular customers," and the whole affair sounded thoroughly enjoyable. We bought two tickets and promised to show up the next week.
**
The night of the show, we spent extra time getting ready and choosing outfits. The flyer was clear that anything would be fine. "Come dressed any way you like. Wear regular clothes as if you were going to a show at an art gallery. Wear bondage or fetish gear, the more outrageous the better. Come stark naked -- we mean it. You don't have anything the rest of the guests won't have seen before."
I wore a leather crotch harness. A belt went around my waist and other straps ran between my legs to cradle my junk without hiding any of it. I also wore a matching chest harness that ran around my body above and below my nipples, making an X across my chest, plus a leather collar around my neck.
It was all totally for show. Everything was equipped with a number of D-rings, so restraints, leashes and such could theoretically be attached to them, but for now they were just decoration.
Kendra spent a lot of time on eye makeup, but didn't bother at all with lipstick. She had decided that she wanted to start the evening in mild restraints. She had a leather collar that matched mine, and leather wrist cuffs. She turned around and I locked the cuffs to each other behind her back. We would take advantage of the mask requirement so she could be gagged in public without anyone knowing, which meant that we couldn't use wraparound bondage tape or anything with a strap that would show at the sides of the mask. We settled on a wide strip of microfoam tape, which clung to her lips to outline them and seal them as effectively as any fancy gag would do. We had already agreed that she would wear it for the seated part of the show, when we would just be watching what T'Jalla put on the stage, but it would probably come off once we got to the social part of the evening after the formal show.
She had tried on the intruder belt a few times, just to get used to the fit and feel, but she really wanted to wear it for real for the first time at the bondage show. We had it and both dildoes laid out on the bed ready to go, and I started to pick up the anal dildo to slide it into place. She made an "Mmpph" noise behind the gag and jerked her head at the clock. It said that we had at least forty-five minutes before our cab would arrive, so we a had a little time to kill, and I could see that she was hoping to kill it before she got herself plugged up and locked away. I obliged by pushing her gently backwards onto the bed.
Once she had squirmed into a comfortable position, I started to climb onto the bed between her spread legs. She made a negative "Mmmm mmmm" noise and wiggled her feet. I got the message: I had neglected an important step in her restraints.
From a dresser drawer I withdrew a carefully coiled skein of soft cotton rope. I wrapped one end three times around one ankle and tied it off with a knot that I knew would neither come loose nor tighten up if she pulled on it. The wrap around her ankle wasn't especially tight either, but it was certainly tight enough to stay in place.
I tossed the rest of the rope under the bed, came around to the other side and fished it out, then tied it around the other ankle. The rope was exactly the right length -- this wasn't the first time we had used it this way. She was now securely pinned to the bed with her legs drawn wide apart, presenting her delectable lady bits to full view.
She obligingly raised her hips so I could slip a waterproof pad under her to save having to change the bed later. Then I got to work. We didn't have time for a long, leisurely session the way we liked, but I didn't feel rushed either. I spent a few minutes working her large, almost-black nipples to full rock-hard erection with my lips and tongue, then nibbled my way slowly down her chest and belly until I reached her mons. I licked her clit and slipped the end of my tongue in and out of her vagina, causing her entire body to twitch and quiver.
After a few minutes of this, I could tell that I had her right on the edge. I certainly was -- my cock felt like a metal poker and was leaking pre-cum, and it was starting to nag me loudly to stop fooling around and put it somewhere warm, moist and tight. I gave it what it wanted, sliding it slowly and gently into Kendra's vagina until my pelvis fetched up against hers. Kendra made a long "Mmmmm" of satisfaction as she felt herself finally getting filled up. I began rocking my hips and working my penis in and out, gradually picking up the pace as the "Mmpphs" from behind the tape gag increased in speed and intensity. The harness gave me a weird erotic massage that added to my mounting orgasm, especially where it passed between my legs and cupped my balls. I might consider wearing it from time to time with just us rather than reserving it for party wear.
Doggy sex is great, and Kendra tells me that she gets deeper penetration that way, so we do it a lot. But personally, I think there's a lot to be said for sex from the front as well. I can watch her face and read her mood as her orgasms escalate, and the sight of her firm round breasts rocking back and forth with each thrust is a turn-on for me that I can't really describe. Let's just say that her back, though wonderful in its own right, can't really measure up.
Finally I was rewarded by a muffled scream of erotic release as she threw her head back and arched her back. I stopped holding myself back and made a few quick, short thrusts that released a stream of cum deep into Kendra's body.
We laid side by side for a minute or two, regaining our breath. Then I took a couple of cloths out of the night table drawer and wiped us both up. I figured I didn't have to wait until all the cum had drained out of her pussy -- the dildo that I was about to put in there would hold in anything that might be left.
I released her ankles and she stood, legs apart, while I slid the intruders into both holes. The vaginal dildo went in easily, as might be expected by the stretching and lubing that her vagina had just received. The anal one required a generous dollop of lube and a bit of gentle but firm pressure to get in, but soon the flange was nestled securely against her perineum. She tried to stay relaxed while I got the waist and crotch belts in place to they wouldn't squirt out before I got them tucked in for the evening, and she was successful. I got everything seated nicely in place with the intruders firmly stuffed up inside.
