Paradise Isle Their Deal Pt 08

(Fetish, pierce, chastity, consensual, Paradise Isle) Living with the new deal

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.

Read the previous parts The Deal, first.

They had one more breakfast at the resort before, somber and anxious, they had to head for the ferry that would take them away from Paradise Isle, and end their adventures there. They knew they'd have many more adventures to come.

At that point, though, both of them were worrying about the expected issues they'd face with the long trip ahead.

Connor knew he'd wind up humiliated, but dreams of the good times he'd have, once home, where he fully expected to cum for the first time in what felt like forever, encouraged him to forge ahead.

Hailey, wasn't so very concerned. She knew there'd be hassles, but surprisingly she was looking forward to showing off her decorations, even to the security folks. She when she imagined their reactions, she couldn't help but giggle.

Again, she wondered if there was some exhibitionist tendencies buried deep in her psyche.

For the trip Hailey wore a light and pretty dress, along with comfortable sandals.

She had picked up a two-piece swim suit to wear underneath. The top was more like a sports bra and the bottoms were boy-shorts. She had been surprised to find the suit on the rack amongst all the itsy-bitsy bikinis. It did a good job holding her breasts, although the outlines of her rings and chain were clearly on display. And the shorts actually held her pussy rings and charms, as well as the chain to her butt-plug.

Conor had tried and failed with the jeans he'd brought from home. They were too tight in the crotch to accommodate his cage as well as his plug and its damned chain. He had bought a baggy pair of canvas pants, along with a Hawaiian shirt for the trip. He was looking for comfort, not style.

Both of them had been wandering around naked for so long that the clothes actually felt weird.

Regrettably, they checked out and took the shuttle with all the other departing guests.

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The ferry took them from Paradise Isle, which was too small a place to have its own airport, to a larger, neighboring island.

Shuttled to the air terminal, they faced their first hurdle.

As anticipated, the both of them set off the metal detectors at the security area.

Prepared for the challenge they explained that they were wearing permanent body jewelry and requested private body searches, which the officials begrudgingly undertook.

Individually they were escorted into private rooms for their examinations.

Connor was absolutely mortified, hugely humiliated, but the security official was clearly used to the unusual guests departing from Paradise Isle.

"You just came off of Paradise Isle?"

"Yes."

"Ah, I understand. Please relax, I've seen just about everything. We'll be done in only a minute. I just need to make sure you're not carrying any weapons or explosives."

Sitting in the boarding area, inspections completed, they compared notes, Hailey had described a similar experience to Connor's, although the woman who examined her, was less friendly and understanding than his guy.

Hailey wondered if everyone she met, from then on would be similarly disapproving.

In any case, they were not denied, and made it to the plane in time to settle into their seats for the flight to Miami where they'd catch their connecting flight home.

After takeoff, Connor turned to her, "I'll be so happy to be rid of the damned plug. It's going to be a long and uncomfortable trip, sitting for so long on the thing."

"Absolutely.," she replied. She was being poked by her plug as well as by all the jewelry mounted around her pussy. It added to her discomfort.

The flight across the Caribbean was uneventful, and they plane landed in Miami without any trouble.

There they had to clear customs, and then face TSA who weren't nearly as easily accommodating as their first set of screeners.

After failing the Xray scan, as expected, Hailey requested a private bodily exam and was escorted to a private little room.

There, the woman who examined her actually seemed to appreciate her decorations, and was friendly and even flirty. "I don't imagine that thing in your ass is a bomb?" she had asked, with a laugh.

"No, but it is a pain." Hailey replied.

"Inconvenient?"

"Absolutely."

"You weren't forced into it. You came from Paradise Isle, right? They don't force things over there," the officer said, knowingly. She had apparently delt with passengers returning from there before.

Hailey sighed. "No, I wasn't." Although she felt like it hadn't exactly been voluntary.

"Well then, I guess you're just a very kinky girl. Enjoy.

"We're done here, you can get dressed and head out to your flight."

Connor suffered through the extreme humiliation he had feared. The guy who checked him out immediately assumed that he was a gay sub, and laughed at his locked cock and plugged ass.

Rather than argue or protest, Connor just accepted the taunts and tried to ignore them, although he couldn't help but blush.

Eventually the guy let him go.

After that ordeal, the pair met up and hurried over to catch the flight that would take them home. Both reported to each other how distressing that experience was.

They only got a few stares as they boarded and settled into their seats, squirming to find semi-comfortable arrangements for their plugs, chains, cage and jewelry.

Both Connor and Hailey breathed sighs of relief when the flight took off on schedule.

Well after take-off, sitting quietly, Hailey started thinking about the days to come. Back in the real world, among friends and work colleagues, she'd have to explain her new decorations, at least the visible ones.

That would be troublesome enough. The ring in her nose would draw a lot of attention, most of it probably negative. Toom many of those folks were too conservative, too vanilla to appreciate the eroticism of that addition. Hell! she didn't really like it all that much herself.

She spent a while assembling a script that would explain the decision to get it, and keep it.

It was difficult to concentrate though. The plug in her ass was annoying as all hell, while she sat on it in the less than comfortable airline seat. And the ring in her clit constantly tickled and excited her.

Eventually, though she decided to blame it on their sexy vacation, and a new adventure. One that she felt she needed to continue with the adventure she'd enjoyed on fantastic Paradise Isle.

She could blame everything on that ultra-sexy and fun place.

She hoped that would suffice.

I should be able to hide the more intimate piercings, and their dramatic jewelry, she thought, before realizing that might not be possible. Damn!

Her doctor would see. And other medical staff as well. A mammogram would be exciting, if it was even possible. Shit!

And during the summer months several of her friends held pool parties, where most folks wore their swim suits to play in the back-yard pools. No matter the swimsuit, her jewelry would be visible, beneath.

She shook those thoughts off, as being too painful and moved onto more practical matters. Everyday clothing. She'd already realized that bras were no longer practical. The chain connecting her nipple rings would prevent her from wearing cups, other than those half-cup things where her nipples wouldn't be covered. And in those, the outline of her nipples would be visible beneath her tops. That's why she couldn't simply go braless.

The only thing she had been able to come up with was sports bras. It wasn't a very good solution as those things would make her look flat. That's how she looked right now, wearing one. It was also uncomfortable as it pressed her rings and the chain into her boobs.

She already knew that she couldn't wear her normal panties. Her rings and charms kept falling out. That would be the case even after she got rid of the plug's chain. She wasn't wearing anything now, because of that thing.

Going commando was a turn-on, but at work that might be an issue. She spent a lot of time sitting in

Normal slacks my or not be a problem as like all of her jeans they were fashionably tight in the crotch. She figured they'd be uncomfortable and depending on the material they might just give some hint about what lies beneath.

At work, she liked wearing dresses and skirts anyway. Most of the guys she worked with enjoyed the sight of her legs, and that made them a bit more amenable. She was well aware that a pretty woman could flirt her way to a win.

Tap pants were the solution, she decided in a moment of inspiration. She had a couple pairs she wore for sleeping when it was warm. Those, soft, silky and roomy panties, worn under her skirts would solve that problem.

She was pleased with that solution.

She pulled out her phone and started making up a shopping list to fulfill, starting the day after they got home. She'd start her shopping project, after she got rid of the damned plug and after a good night's sleep.

Finished with her planning, she thought about Connor and his future in chastity. She did plan on keeping control over his cock. She was truly enjoying her role as his keyholder. It was a bit surprising, but she was certain that he was enjoying the game, despite his feeble protests.

His clothes didn't need to change, although his cage might give him a slightly larger bulge in the front of his pants. That wouldn't be all that bad.

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While his wife was contemplating her choices, Conner was worrying about his new chastised life. Hailey had made it clear that he'd be wearing that cage for the foreseeable future. He remembered that the nanites would give up in around five years. Would she keep him locked away for that long? He knew she'd let him out occasionally, she'd told him that, and he believed her. He knew she loved a good fuck, occasionally - his tongue had never been a fully satisfactory substitute.

But could he live like this?

He had to admit that he had been enjoying the denial. The longing for sex was ever-present and beguiling.

And he loved that. He was indeed living his fantasy. And it had become even more exciting with Hailey performing as his stern keyholder.

She was, perhaps a little too stern, though.

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The flight was long and boring, but at last, tired and sore in private places, they caught a cab that delivered them to their home early Saturday morning.

"God, I wish I'd planned on more than two days to recover. I need more time before I face the crew at the office," Hailey said as they dragged their luggage into the door.

"You had no idea we'd get so involved in our fantasy fulfillment games, and make so many changes to your body."

"Nor to our relationship." She replied, this time with a giggle.

After they'd both used the bathroom. Everything took longer with the infernal plugs, but they didn't expect to have those things for much longer.

Meeting up in the hallway, he grabbed her and pulled her into a hug and then a kiss. "Hailey, my love, when can we fuck?"

She looked at him speculatively. "Not until you help me get rid of the damn butt-plug. Do you have some cutters in your tool boxes?"

He groaned. "I don't know. Can't we screw first? You might like the feel of my cock and the plug inside you at the same time. You did back on the island."

She laughed. "That was your tongue and the plug. But I want the chain cut off and the terrible thing out of my ass before we do anything else."

"Please," he begged.

"No, go out and find some cutters. I know you want to be rid of your plug too. So, it will be a good move for both of us."

He groaned again, but turned to go look. He didn't think he had anything capable. His tool collection was limited to the bare minimum needed to perform simple repairs around the house. Damn it all!

Sure enough, he returned empty handed. He figured that he'd need some heavy-duty wire cutters, The kind used to cut nails, to slice through the chain links that connected the plug to her ring. He didn't intend to cut her ring, that could stay. He should have bought another charm to mount on it. He chuckled when he thought about how much grief that would have given her in the bathroom.

"Well then, you'll just have to run out to the hardware store, won't you?"

"Oh, for God's sake!" he cursed.

She could see that he was ready to explode. She gave him a little kiss. "I'm sorry lover, but I really want to get rid of this thing. It was your idea, and I've hated it since the first.

"Now be a good boy and go buy something. Your keyholder demands it."

She actually got a little thrill, giving him orders like that. She didn't remember ever bossing him around before, at least not seriously. On the island it had always been requests, that he'd always readily agreed to.

Groaning and grumbling Connor did as he was told. He dug out his car keys and then stomped out the door.

Thirty minutes later he returned with a pair of heavy-duty, plier-like cutters that he thought would do the job.

Hailey was pleased. She was more than ready to be rid of the permanent plug. As she positioned herself on the edge of the couch, she asked, "are you going to cut the ring or the chain?

"Will those cutters even cut the ring. It's heavier than the chain links, isn't it?"

"Yes, the ring is thicker; I'll cut the chain. You're supposed to keep your other jewelry, per the new deal."

"A girl can try, can't she?" Hailey confessed. She saw no value in that piercing. The ring there got in the way of pooping and cleaning.

It took him only a few minutes to successfully cut the last link of the chain, freeing her from the plug.

She heard, and felt the cut, and a pull on the ring as he completed the removal.

"There you go, my love. I'm sorry I ever put that thing on you. I should have just gone with another charm."

"I wish you hadn't. But a charm would have also been trouble - get in the way."

He chuckled. "You would have gotten used to it. In fact, I just might order one. All the other rings have them."

"Don't you dare!"

Hailey got up and hurried straight into the bathroom, the chain hanging freely from the base of the plug.

"Hey wait; where you going? We need to do me. I can't see well enough to do it myself."

She giggled. "Oh, right. Well come on in here then, and I'll give you a hand."

In the bathroom, she made him wait while she removed her plug, it wasn't a task that either of them appreciated, but she was too anxious to be rid of it to worry about the embarrassment.

Having dumped the messy thing in the sink and started the water running to rinse it, she turned to him.

"Bend over and lean on the counter, legs spread," she instructed, as she took the cutters from his hand.

"For God's sake, don't move." She warned, "this will be a delicate cut, and I don't want to snip your balls off." She laughed to lighten the threat, but he didn't find it funny at all.

Standing there, so very exposed, he felt her fumbling around for a minute, but then he felt the snap as the blades cut the ring that held the chain to the cage's base. The tight ring that tightly circled his balls.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn!" she mumbled.

"What?" terrified.

"I'll have to make another cut to allow me to remove the chain's ring from your big cage ring."

"Shit!" he groaned, frustrated.

He felt her make the other cut and a moment later she slapped him on the ass. "Ouch!"

"You're free now. You can remove that thing from your ass," she said with a giggle.

Then she turned to the sink, to wash her old plug, hopefully for the last time.

He did the same a couple minutes later, as soon as she finished.

"Oh, God," he moaned. It feels so good to be rid of that thing."

"I agree. I won't miss it."

"Again, I'm sorry I did that to you," he said apologetically.

"I'm sorry you did it to me too. And that I did it to you."

They both laughed.

When he came out to the bedroom, she was searching through her lingerie drawer.

"What you looking for?"

"I think I have another pair of tap pants in here. I think I can wear them from now on, under my skirt."

"Or you could just go commando," he said lasciviously.

"And rattle as I walk?"

"Nobody will hear."

"They might."

"What about your nipple decorations?"

"Sports bras, I guess."

"They'll make you look flat," he said disappointedly.

She shrugged. "Better that, than braless, or a flimsy Camisole, where I'd bounce and the outline of my jewelry would show beneath my top."

"Oh, I don't know. You'd look amazing," he said, smiling broadly.

"My nose ring is bad enough. I'll have a difficult enough time with my friends trying to explain this." And she stuck out her tongue to push on the thing. He loved that, it looked so sexy!

"And remember I have to hide my tongue too," she added.

He shrugged. The mention of the pretty heart mounted on her tongue got him excited. That was something else he was looking forward to. The feel of that thing on his cock, when she licked him.

"Can you take my cage off now? Remember, I promised to fuck your brains out."

"Honey, I'm tired and we're both filthy."

"Hailey, I'm so horny I'm going to lose my mind if I don't cum, right now!"

She sighed. "How about we take a shower. We can get clean, and it'll wake me up enough to enjoy you."

"Deal," he said excitedly. Relief was in sight!

Their shower stall was oversized, allowing them to share the space, which they did often.

Once the water was flowing, she made him wait while they washed each other. It was always a fun task, and they loved the feel of the water, soap and their bodies held close as they gently scrubbed each other.

Finally, she took the key from around her neck.

He bounced on his toes, like a happy child anticipating a treat. It made her giggle.

Key in hand, and a sly smile on her face she slid down his body and onto to her knees, right in front of him.

He groaned and reached out to steady himself resting his hands on the tiles as he felt her grab his cage and twist it to see and insert the key.

Rather than watch he closed his eyes, to focus on the feel of freedom.

She fiddled with the lock for a moment, but as soon as it released, she chuckled and pulled the cage off, slowly removing the long catheter as she pulled it away, and set it in a corner.

As expected, his cock immediately sprung to life, standing up straight and hard. He moaned and sighed.

"Damn!" he mumbled. The sensation from the catheter sliding out had been unbelievable, as was the feel of his cock getting hard and ready.

She delicately ran a finger around the head, making him shiver. "You don't seem to be any worse for the wear."

He muttered, "It's such a relief to be out of the cage, and to have that tube out of me."

She giggled. "Your pee-hole seems to be stretched open just a little bit."

He just grumbled, unable to say more.

Still on her knees, his hard cock right there in front of her face, she leaned in and stretches out her tongue to delicately lick the tip, and his open little hole.

At the touch he shivers and groans.

"Feel good?" she asks, chuckling.

"Yes," he moaned. "Wonderful."

He sucks in his breath as she wraps her lips around his cock.

He closes his eyes and sways in place. Damn it feels so good! His cock has been locked away for so long. He hasn't felt her mouth on his prick, forever. He rests his hands on her head, then worried about his knees buckling he shifts to her shoulders for more support.