Paradise Isle, Dual Denial
(fetish, chastity, consensual) chastity in paradise
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the '
Island Paradise, The Beginning'
for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.
Stacy and Matt arrived on the ferry with a dozen others, anxious to start their vacation.
They were a handsome pair, but scanning the other couples, not unusual for guests on sunny Paradise Isle. Some of the others were actually far sexier, in one sense or another. Stacy wasn't showing a lot of skin or heavily made up. They weren't tattooed or pierced. And neither of them was wearing a slave collar.
But they could already feel the erotic vibe of the place, and it was a beautiful, tropical island, as advertised.
At the greeting station, they were issued their white wrist bands indicating their status as 'standard guests at one of the two huge resorts dedicated to fun in the sun, and sex, lots of sex.
And that was their goal. To enjoy a fun time on a Caribbean Island, where they could enjoy the surf and sand, and the sex. Just the two of them.
They couple had decided they needed a break from their jobs, and their family and friends and the city, and where better to get away from it all, than in paradise.
From the moment they arrived it had been perfect, and they were delightfully happy with their choice location.
They played in the ocean, and in the pool, ate and drank at the restaurants and bars, and screwed in their room, or in a private little cabana on the beach. Damn! It was wonderful!
For their third day on the island, and they were already into the island's favorite pastime - peoplewatching, they decided to explore over at the infamous fet resort, where everything was more exotic, erotic and kinky.
"Over there, we'll just be tourists, admiring the exotic sights." She said, excitedly.
"And the erotic ones, too." He added, laughing.
Sure enough, after disembarking from the shuttle, they had only traveled a short distance along one of the paths into the fetish resort's central courtyard, when they came across a really intriguing sight.
"Why would anyone wear a chastity belt at a place like this?" a confused Stacy asked as they stepped onto a path behind a pretty woman in a metal bikini. It sure looked like a chastity belt and bra.
"Ask her." Matt prompted. He too was curious.
"I couldn't."
Bucking up his courage, he took a couple of quick steps closer to the woman in front of them. "Excuse me, but we were wondering; why the belt?"
The pretty woman turned around, gave them a quick inspection, and then smiled. "It's part of our game."
"Game?" Stacy asked, joining her man.
"You're just visiting this resort, aren't you?"
"Um, yes." Uncertain about the point of her question.
The woman chuckled. "I can tell by your bracelets. If you'd like to hear our story, come along. Join us for lunch and we'll explain. It's a game we invented at this place, and now we just love it."
Stacy looked at Matt, who smiled and shrugged, so she decided, why not? It could be interesting.
"Okay. We'd be delighted to hear your story," she said as she reached out to take hold of the woman's proffered hand, and allowed her to lead the way into the nearby restaurant.
Matt followed the two women enjoying the view. Stacy, of course looked great in her colorful bikini, and the woman looked extremely erotic in her metal one, with its thong strap splitting her ass cheeks.
They wound their way into the place, and past a number of tables full of fascinating sights, to a table for four, where a guy sat alone, waiting.
Like everyone else, he was good looking and bare chested. But when he saw them coming, he stood and damned, if he wasn't wearing a chastity belt, just like his girl.
When Stacy saw him, she too was shocked. The guy's chastity belt looked almost exactly like the one his lady wore. Only a slight bulge at the crotch gave it away as being a male version of the design. And just like the woman's belt, the thing looked to be tight and secure, but not necessarily uncomfortable. He wasn't wearing a matching bra, of course.
Their introductions went smoothly, everyone friendly, with Stacy and Matt curious and Dennis and Pat, open and welcoming.
"They're curious about our belts. So, I invited them to lunch with us." Pat explained to her husband.
"I hope you don't mind. But it seems so contrary to the whole philosophy of this place." Stacy added, afraid they were being too forward with people they didn't know.
"Oh, no. Please join us for lunch, and we'll tell our story. It's a fun tale, and we don't mind telling it." Dennis replied with a wave to the empty chairs.
"We've been asked to explain many times." He added, and he didn't seem embarrassed at all, by his metal thong.
As they were getting comfortable, the server showed up and they ordered drinks and food.
After exchanging basic profiles, Pat dove into their story.
"It all started as a bet. Which of us could last the longest, here amongst all the sex and kink, while locked-up?"
"We were surfing the web together for porn. What can I say, it's a hobby that we both enjoy," Dennis inserted with a laugh. "We stumbled upon an on-line novella about chastity belts and that got us started. Pat challenged that I could never last, all locked away and deprived. And the rest is history."
Pat chuckled. "Yah, it became a huge and fun argument, and in the end, we both wound up accepting the challenge. I searched around and found a very good, custom manufacturer, in New Jersey, of all places."
"It cost a fortune, but the guy was brilliant." Dennis added.
It was clear that the odd pair was delivering a well-rehearsed script. How many times had they shared it? Matt wondered.
"The belts look very much alike." Stacy said. It was as much a question as a statement.
"Yes, we settled on that. I wanted the look alike style, so no cage for Dennis. His cock is locked away in a tube, pointing down between his legs." Pat said with a smile.