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Flr Holiday Pt 01

Flr Holiday Pt 01

by percivalpetchell
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Introduction - The story continues on from my previous ones, so could be classed as Chapter 5. I hope it would also work as a stand alone.

I would also like to apologise for the terrible joke, lifted of course, from the 'Airplane' movie.

"Yes, that's good! now keep going like that at the same speed".

I was knelt on the floor, naked as usual with my head buried between my wife's thighs as she leant back in an armchair. With her new found confidence she had recently decided I needed a little instruction in the art of pleasuring her. I'd always thought I was pretty good at cunnilingus but according to my wife my report card read 'could do better' and she was determined to improve my performance. So, this was one of our now frequent tutorials.

Currently I was slowly circling her inner lips with my tongue, starting close to the clitoris, but not touching it, I was to gently run my tongue around her lips in a clockwise direction until I reached the opposite side and then do the same again anti-clockwise until I was told otherwise.

I'd been doing this for what seemed an age and from my uncomfortable position managed to sneak a glance upwards. She was reading something on her bloody phone! I coughed and spluttered, trying to suggest my indignation at this. She looked away from her phone and down at me, grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pushed me back towards my duties.

A little later I heard her put the phone down, shuffle around a little and then breathlessly order me, "so now, long slow licks bottom to top with the flat of your tongue." I complied and this started to excite her further. "Oh yes, that's good, now, at the top flick your tongue over my clit." Again, I did as instructed and was met with more groaning and squirming.

"Now go for it! you know what I like," she demanded and I started wrapping my tongue around her clitoris, sometimes hard, sometimes less so, adapting to her cries and squeals of delight and before long felt her body begin to stiffen and her back to arch as she reached yet another orgasm. She lay there in bliss for a while, reaching down and clutching my hands with hers as she slowly came down from her high.

"That was much better! We'll soon have you fully trained! I didn't even need the crop this time," she said as she starting rolling her knickers back up her legs, recently she'd taken to encouraging me with a riding crop whenever I didn't reach the required standard. "Remember what you've learned today as I'll be expecting lots more of that whilst we're away."

She glanced down at my cock, which was betraying me as usual by straining in its cage at this offhand treatment, patted me on the head and stood up. "Ok, let's go upstairs and pack the case, we've an early flight tomorrow and lots still to do," she said, she'd gained her sexual release and now clearly considered any form of physical contact between us well and truly over. This blase attitude only aroused me further, I looked down and as expected saw I was leaking tears of frustration. I'd been locked for 3 days now and any hope of a release before we travelled to the airport tomorrow was looking highly unlikely.

I lay the suitcase on my side of the bed whilst she settled down on hers and once more picked up her phone and started browsing. "My things are all hanging on the left side of the wardrobe, make sure they're folded carefully," she announced without looking away from her screen.

So, another job that becomes mine I thought. It wasn't really an issue of course, I simply loved her dominance over me, the way she controlled me both physically with the cage and mentally with her sexuality. From time to time, she asks me if her actions are all too much and whether we should tone these games down somewhat, obviously I always plead with her not to, just sending myself further down that rabbit hole.

I finished packing the case fairly quickly, the weather forecast for our destination was good so it was all summer style outfits with a couple of jackets in case of a chill in the evenings. When I announced I'd finished, she looked up and started checking the job I'd done. She ran her fingers over my packing and all seemed okay until she paused then stopped at a certain point.

"Oh no, I don't think so! you won't be needing any of these," she smirked and started throwing all my boxers out onto the floor. "Go and get your nice pretty panties, they're far more suited to a holiday, aren't they?" she asked rhetorically. I hesitated, and our eyes met. "Do you want me to leave this at home?" she inquired whilst fingering the key hanging around her neck, the key to my cage. I quickly ran to my underwear drawer, collected all my panties she'd made me buy last week and put them in the case.

"No, silly!" she laughed, toying with me, "You'll be needing a pair for tomorrow, won't you?" I agreed and fished out a pair for me to wear for the journey. She then sent me downstairs to pick up a couple of magazines she planned to take, as I left the room, I noticed her sneaking a little travel bag into the case and wondered what was likely to be inside.

As I lay in bed that night waiting for yet another attempted hard-on to subside, I thought back to recent events. She had taken me shopping for ladies' underwear, making me pick out sexy styles in front of a shop full of women, making it clear to all they were for me to wear not her! I'd never been a cross dresser or interested in feminisation but had to admit there was something about wearing such sexy clothing that excited me, something I didn't fully understand but was real nonetheless. As long as she forces me to wear it, then it's not weird, I tried to fool myself into believing.

There was also the matter of her grabbing my phone and going through the history, there was loads of stuff I'd been browsing on there, some of it extreme, things that I wouldn't actually want to come to fruition, what would she make of it? would she understand it was just fantasy? This both frightened and aroused me. Unsurprisingly all these thoughts only led to my further discomfort as I tried to lay in a manner that would give my cock and balls some kind of relief.

I must have fell asleep eventually and was woken by an early alarm to get us to the airport on time. I was allowed to drive this time as my wife wanted to relax, recently I'd been made to sit in the rear seat as she drove. "In order to fully confirm who's in charge," she had explained. As I drove, I couldn't help but think about the frustration of having no control over my own orgasms, not even an indication of when I might next be allowed one, somehow it was both phenomenal and dreadful at the same time.

The journey was uneventful and we soon arrived at the airport and parked the car, at this point I had a dilemma. I couldn't go through the security cameras wearing a chastity cage and she'd given no indication it was coming off any time soon. Yet we had agreed that once we started playing our little games and she had me caged, freedom was something only she could bestow. I couldn't ask for release or even mention the cage unless I was in pain or distress.

I had to gamble and hope she would accept the 'distress' card as I asked her about removing the cage before security. She simply brushed my request off, "oh, you'll be fine, no one will notice. I bet they see all sorts here!"

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We checked our one large suitcase in and strolled towards security, this was getting tense. She wouldn't really make me stand on one of those full-size body scanners whilst wearing a pink plastic cage, would she?

We started queuing at the security gate. "Honey!", I pleaded. She looked me in the eye, apparently running options through in her head then pulled me to one side out of the queue.

"Look, if I agree to you being uncaged going through security," she started, "I want you to understand that whatever I says goes until we return home, nod if you agree." I nodded vigorously. "I mean it," she continued, "remember, absolutely no arguing whatsoever."

Of course, I had no choice but to comply and ran off of the gent's toilet once she took the key and chain from around her neck and handed it to me. Whilst taking the cage off in one of the cubicles I realised that it was highly likely she had planned this all along, that she wouldn't have actually subjected me to the security scanners wearing a cage but simply wanted my total obedience whilst away. That got me thinking back to the bag she had secreted in our luggage.

With me still twitching nervously due to a resin cock cage and matching metal key in my little hand luggage bag we passed through security. I must have looked highly suspicious glancing across at the young girl in charge of the luggage scanner as my bag travelled through the scanner, however nothing happened and we came out the other side, made our way to the bar to see what extortionate prices they were now charging for drinks.

As I sat there drinking a pint that had cost another new record amount my wife looked questioningly at me. "Well?" she enquired. I blankly looked back at her. "Don't make me say it!" she warned, "we are through security, off you go." and of course I realised it was time for the cage to go back on, I disappeared to some more toilets, did as was told and returned to her side. She pushed her head towards me and I slipped the chain over her head so the key was back in its rightful place, nestling between her breasts.

Even on the plane my trials weren't over, my wife claimed to be cold, asked a flight attendant for a blanket and proceeded to cover us both. Then of course, I felt her undoing my trousers, pulling the zip down and trying to get my cock and balls out of the panties they were partly squeezed into. She couldn't quite manage it and whispered, "up", to me, I lifted by bum off the seat and felt my trousers and panties slide half way down my legs. For the next hour or so she proceeded to use my testicles as therapy balls, constantly fondling and twisting them in her hand, giving me no respite.

I was trying to remain calm and give no clue as to what was happening under the blanket but at one point a lady sat next to her, leant over, looked at me then asked, "nervous?" Before I could respond my wife answered, "more like edgy I would say," stifling a giggle. Not to be put off the lady persevered, "first time?" again my wife cut in, "No, he's been edgy before!" and before the conversation could continue stated, "we're on holiday! let's get some wine darling," and beckoned the cabin crew over.

Eventually she left me alone to try to covertly pull my clothing back up and we both tried to nap for the rest of the flight.

We arrived at the hotel and were given a large room with a balcony and sea view. Upon entering into the room, I was told to stop and undress. Whilst doing so she explained the first rule I was to follow. "Once inside our room you are to undress down to your panties, that's all you can wear in here, okay? you will only dress when you go outside."

Once I agreed, I was left to unpack our case whilst she relaxed on the balcony, taking the lovely view in. At one point she shouted in, "you should come and see this it's beautiful."

"Chance would be a fine thing," I responded jokingly, adding, "comfortable out there are you?"

I continued to unpack and was pretty much finished when I turned to see her standing in the room with her hands behind her back and a stern look upon her face.

"Who do you think you are speaking to me like that?" she shouted.

"Darling, I was only fooling about, you know that," I replied nervously.

"No arguments," she said dragging a dining chair over the marble tiles into the middle of the room. She sat down on it, "over my lap now," she ordered.

I couldn't believe it, this was unfair and she knew it, yet I did as I was told. With her left hand she grabbed my right and pulled it high behind my back, severely limiting any mobility, then proceeded to spank me hard with what I later found out to be her hairbrush. The plastic back of the brush making resonant slapping sounds against my arse cheeks. It was the first time she'd use a hairbrush an me and it hurt just as much as the paddle she usually used and was definitely worse than the crop.

After about a dozen hard whacks she released me and had me stand facing her. Once more my bloody cock was desperately trying to grow and was squeezing wherever possible through the gaps in the cage.

This made her smile knowingly, "Well?" she said.

"Sorry," I replied.

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"And...?"

"Thank you for putting me right," I added.

"And...?" she continued.

I knew I was beat, more importantly she knew it as well. "Could I have some more please?" I nervously mumbled.

"Really?" she teased, "ask me nicely."

She was really making me squirm now, "Please, I'd really like it if you would please spank me some more, please" I asked, not really believing I was begging for more.

"Hmmm!" she pondered, "well okay then, seeing as you asked so nicely, come to Mommy."

Mommy?' I thought as I rushed to lean over her lap again. Another new word to humiliate me further. Of course, I hoped she would use it more in future.

I received a further dozen spanks, after which I was allowed to finish unpacking, we then showered together, me still caged of course. She was really pushing my buttons today. I soaped and lathered her smooth body, running my hands into all her most private areas, getting more frustrated by the moment. She didn't seem to care, there was no mention of my needs or desires and I was left to wash myself whilst she dried off.

Still aroused as I left the shower, I found her lying on a towel on the bed, she beckoned me over and I thought maybe now I was finally going to be released. Instead, she handed me a large bottle of moisturiser and I knew I had another frustrating job of applying this to her skin.

After all this I was absolutely crazy with desire, but she simply announced she was starving and started dressing for dinner. At the last minute I was allowed to dress by the apartment door and we left to eat.

We spent the evening as if a normal couple, discussing our plans for the holiday and chatting about nothing in particular. Until at one point she looked at me and said, "poor baby! You've really been put through your paces today, haven't you? We'll have a little treat when we get back to the room."

I breathed out a huge sigh of relief, " thank you, darling," I cried. "I'm really desperate."

"I know you are, let's go back to the room and I'll give you what you want," She answered.

I couldn't finish my drink fast enough, grabbed my wife by the waist and rushed back to our room, undressed just inside the door so as not to risk upsetting her and waited expectantly.

She took her time, wandering around the room, strolled out onto the balcony knowing I couldn't follow her out there and looked out at the night sky for a while.

Eventually she sauntered back in and announced, "Okay, I'll give you a choice." This sounded ominous, there was bound to be some catch or other here I thought.

She started undressing, revealing her body to me bit by bit whilst also revealing my choice, "I can release you, lay you on the bed and give you a nice relaxing hand job or you can go down on me, show me what you've learnt recently and if you continue to behave there might be a chance of you fucking me later this holiday."

I stood there shaking with desire, desperate for my wife to release me and pump my cock.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked, "your pleasure or mine?", whilst walking to the bed and sitting down. We looked at each other and there was no need to reply, we both knew my answer. She pointed to the floor and I dropped down and crawled towards her as she scooted down towards the bottom of the bed. I hoped I remembered all I'd been taught.

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