Paradise Isle, The Mermaid, Pt 1
(fetish, Mermaid)
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 my story '
Paradise Isle, 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 enjoyed at that glorious resort local.
Julie and Robert had been married for five brilliant years. Their friends actually harassed them about being the perfect 'Ken and Barbie' couple. They were now in their late-twenties, good-looking, happy and successful.
They fell in love as they worked together on a project over a period of several months, and were married a year after they met.
He was a project manager at their large employer, while she was a software engineer in the company's IT Department. Her career was actually progressing faster than his, as she was not only an excellent engineer, but also a pretty one, and among her computer nurd colleagues she was a true star.
They both worked long and hard, dedicated to their positions and careers, with little thought to their relationship. All-in-all, their work-life balance sucked!
Only as their fifth anniversary approached, did they enthusiastically agree that a long break from careers and work was in order.
It was Robert who discovered 'Paradise Isle' and being more than ready for a sex-filled escapade, he sold Julie on the idea. Although it didn't take much effort to convince her that the Caribbean and the abundant sex the resort promised would be perfect for their sorry state.
Julie was particularly excited as she had always loved the water, so much so that she'd been a swimmer in college, and had even been considered for the Olympic team.
He wasn't nearly as adept at swimming, so on those rare occasions when they took time off to hang at the beach, and she showed off her skills, he laughingly accused her of being Ariel the mermaid in human form.
She had no problem with that nickname. She'd always adored that movie and character. It had been a motivating factor while she spent her hours in the pool, endlessly practicing her strokes.
Robert, who was very much the planner, handled all of the details for their trip. Two weeks on a beautiful island, all expenses included, no worries, and lots of sex.
Based on what they read, that was apparently the theme of the entire island. From the photos, it was a beautiful place, and the 'standard' resort they would be staying at had a huge pool, more like a water complex. It seemed a fantastic place. A kilometer of waterways, surrounding islands, and walkways with bridged connections. Some of the islands were large enough to host a full restaurant, while others were small and private. They looked lovely. And canals and rivers circled around and through the entire area. Very cool, and romantic. Perfect!
They were both a bit surprised and put off by all of the paperwork, background checks and airport-like security required, just to enter paradise. They begrudgingly accepted the need for such safeguards for an Island clearly dedicated to erotic pursuits. Actually, it added to their excitement, as they examined the brochures provided once they'd passed all of the verifications and validations.
Julie was shocked when on one of the forms she spotted the cost of their vacation. But Robert calmed her, when he explained that the cost alone ensured that their fellow vacationers would all be well-off and highly civilized. They had to be to afford the place.
Just getting there was another challenge. They had to endure a very long flight onto one island, spend an anxious night in a hotel there, and then take a ferry out to the resort island in the morning.
The boat ride was easy and enjoyable and the Island, as they approached was as beautiful as they'd hoped. At first sight it was clearly a paradise.
As with the paperwork, the process for being allowed on the island was tedious and intrusive.
They were prepared to surrender their electronic devices. To them it was both a relief and a thrill to be free of the tethers to their work and social worlds. They were truly incommunicado, with only themselves to focus on.
And when briefed, they really did understand the need for total privacy in a place dedicated to privacy and adult pursuits.
At that arrival station they were also issued island cell phones, so they wouldn't be completely out of touch.
When they arrived at the new guests' bracelet station. They quickly became fascinated and aroused. The bracelets provided an additional thrill. They were fascinated to see all of the other colors, and learn about their meanings. It was the first real indication of the erotism they would encounter during their stay.
The whole process, was handled professionally and efficiently and before long they were fitted with bracelets of their own. Robert received one of the fairly common white ones, but Julie was surprised and confused when she was fitted with a turquoise band.
"What's this about?" She asked as she examined her new band.
"You'll see. It's a special surprise for my Ariel," he replied, mysteriously.
She didn't get a chance to ask for more clarification as just then a pretty staff member, with a tan bracelet, stepped up to them clipboard in hand and welcoming smile on her face.
"Hi, I'm Giselle, I'll be your hostess for the duration of your stay. On your Island cell phones, you can contact me any time, day or night, by pressing 99. And please feel free, to call me, with any questions or wants. That's what I'm here for. It's one small aspect of what you're paying for."
They shook hands and Giselle handed them another brochure.
"Your luggage will be placed in your suite. And I'm pretty sure you'll find everything you need to know about your stay, in that pamphlet."
They continued to chat while they walked down a path from the arrival terminal, to a parking area. Giselle explained some of the colors of bracelets and what they signified. The black ones worn by guests at the Fetish Resort complex, the tan ones worn by staff, and the red ones worn by submissives, among others.
She was careful to elaborate on that last category. "Of course, you'll usually find that people wearing the red bracelet usually also wear a slave collar. I only mention this because it can sometimes be disconcerting. Sex slaves are allowed here, but slavery is a voluntary status, and no abuse is ever permitted." Giselle explained. Often, she had to deal with guests who didn't understand that particular fetish, and were turned off by it.
Julie turned to Robert and shook her head, he just nodded.
Giselle saw their reaction, and wasn't sure if Julie was expressing disgust or an unwillingness to participate. Whatever...
By then they'd arrived at the parking area.