Paradise Isle Their Deal Pt 15

Paradise Isle, Their Deal Pt. 15

(Fetish, pierce, chastity, consensual, Ponyplay, Paradise Isle)

More of Silvia

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.

It's clear that some of the readers are not enjoying the expanded storyline. Others believe it's moved in a disagreeable direction and into behaviors I don't usually visit. But I'm having fun with it, so there will be more.

Connor had spent his time alone, waiting for the women to return. It was quiet and restful, but he spent much of the time worrying about his wife.

In his imagination, so many things could go wrong. They could get in a car wreck. Get arrested for drunk-driving or obscene partying. Or Hailey could get attacked, or seriously abused by the often scarry Silvia.

He knew that she would be treating his love as a slave girl. Did she intend to make that real? Could Hailey come back as Silvia's instead of his?

That would be awful!

After a light lunch, he was back laying out on the patio, in the covered area watching an early morning game on the television when Silvia walked out of the house, surprising him.

Apparently, the girls were home.

"Hello studly. Be a good boy and get your lazy ass up. Go unload the RV. It's parked out front, and the rest of the girls are pretty trashed, so I doubt if they'll be able to deal with it."

He stood up quickly, the bells on his nipples jangling annoyingly and hurried out, while Silvia walked straight over to her guest cottage.

He didn't see any of the women as he moved through the house, but out front the RV was sitting, with its doors open.

As he got close, Myla staggered out.

"Hi, Myla, is Hailey in there?"

"No, she's inside already, like everyone else. I'd bet they're all in their beds, crashed out. We're all still pretty wasted." And she moved past him and headed inside, probably to her bed with Sutton.

Damn, he had wanted to see his wife, make sure she was unharmed and make sure she was still his, but that would have to wait. At least they were all back safe.

With his bells jingling he began the process of unloading all the crap from the RV. The thing was a mess so it took him over an hour.

Finally finished, he went to check on his wife. He moved quietly into their room, and found poor Hailey sound asleep on the bed. She looked peaceful and unharmed. But she was still wearing a pair of insanely tall high heel sandals strapped on her feet.

When he tried to remove them, so she could be more comfortable, he discovered that they were locked on. 'Must have been Silvia's idea,' he muttered.

He pulled a blanket over his poor, bedraggled wife before leaving her to sleep it off.

He wandered back through the deserted house out to the patio and went back to relaxing in his chair - the game was still on.

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A couple hours later, it was late in afternoon and there was still no sign of any of the women. Tired of waiting, he got up to refill his drink and get a snack.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, eating from a box of cookies, when he heard the clip-clop of a pony girl. Daisey entered the kitchen and spotted him.

"Hi," she said, cheerfully.

"Hi Daisey. I've always wondered, don't your hooves wake people up?"

"Well, Victoria's used to it, and she's still out. I didn't drink as much, my bit was in place much of the night, so I'm feeling better than the others.

"I imagine Hailey 's still out, too. People were pouring drinks down her throat all night long."

"She was, the last time I checked."

He noticed her checking out the box in front of him. "Cookies?" he asked, holding out the box.

She nodded, "yes, but first you could lace these on for me." and she held up her hoof gloves.

He looked at her confused. "Don't you want to eat first?"

"No, these first. Then you can help me eat."

She could see that he didn't understand. "Connor, you know me well enough by now to understand. Victoria usually laces these on every morning, But she's out. She allowed me to be free of them during the ride back, but now that I'm up and about, I should be wearing them. That's who I am, remember? An obedient ponygirl."

She stepped over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "So please, put these on me, and then you can feed me a few of those cookies."

Amazed as always by her attitude, he took the hoof gloves and laced them over her hands, making her relatively helpless. She thanked him, and then sat down at the table, gracefully, careful to keep her tail under control.

"I'll take one, or seven of those now," she said with a laugh. "I'm hungry."

He chuckled, "of course, my dear. Whatever you'd like."

He'd had the pleasure of feeding her before, and he again found it a fun task, especially when he teased her and played the parent feeding a baby.

After she'd swallowed her fourth or fifth, she asked for a drink.

"I'm just drinking a Coke. What would you like?"

"That'll be fine."

After a drink, she requested one more cookie which he agreeably held out for her. She took it but before he could move his hand away, and before chewing, she leaned forward and she sucked a couple fingers into her mouth and licked them for a few seconds, making his cock grow hard, painfully in its cage.

"Thanks," she mumbled as she chewed and swallowed.

"You're very welcome. My pleasure.

"So, tell me about the party. Just a bunch of drunken women?"

She laughed. "Why, you interested? They were all gay."

"All of them? Weren't a few of them bi?"

She laughed, again. "Stop dreaming. Only women with women, and we had a fun time. We're all hung-over, though."

"Was my wife okay? No issues?"

"I think she had a good time. She wasn't attacked, although I hear that a couple of doms wanted to buy her. But Silvia refused to sell."

"Well, that's good, I suppose. I was afraid that Silvia might try to actually make Hailey her slave."

"Oh, I don't think you need to worry about that. Victoria wouldn't allow it. And besides, Silvia actually prefers playing with boys."

"Huh? I thought she didn't care for men."

"Yes, exactly. But she does enjoy destroying them - transforming them into, fems, um, sissies. After her jewelry, I think it's her favorite hobby."

She suddenly got serious. "Connor, I have to warn you to be very careful around Silvia. She does have a mean streak, and like I said, she doesn't like men at all, except as subjects.

"You should see what she's done to their baby brother. That's the 'Tammy' she mentioned."

"They have a brother? But, 'Tammy'?"

"Yes, with all that Silvia did to him, he's now more like their sister, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't voluntary on his part.

"Her name is Tammy now. You might just meet her, someday. She visits on occasion.

"And she's the girliest girl I've ever seen." Daisey shook her head sadly, and he thought disgustedly, too.

Frightened, he took a deep breath. "Thanks, I'll be careful."

"Please do. I like you as you are."

Later as they wandered outside to enjoy some sun, he prompted her for more details on Silvia's brother.

Reluctantly she explained that Tammy was a full-time woman, now. And that she worked as household staff, a maid, for a couple who were kinky enough to keep her and appreciate her.

"And Silvia designed and built an outfit for him, probably her first attempt, similar to Hailey's. It makes sure she never uses his cock. Ever."

He found that vaguely interesting, but too very frightening to even think about. Forced feminization and permanent denial was well beyond anything he was interested in.

"And Silvia periodically checks to make sure he continues to live as a sissy," Daisey revealed, finishing her expose.

The two of them settled into some comfy lounge chairs and began watching the television as slowly, one-by-one, the whole crew joined them on the couches and chairs.

Hailey staggered out and crawled into Connor's lap. He was happy to see her, even though she was a bit of a wreck - she looked like she needed more sleep and time to recover. But she kissed him passionately and cuddled lovingly.

It was clear that the others were in a similar state, still feeling miserable - still hung over, still tired.

But they soon admitted that they were all hungry.

As nobody was willing to work at preparing a meal, Victoria ordered several pizzas delivered.

Myla had to meet the delivery guy at the door, as Connor, Hailey and Daisey were mostly nude, Sutton, zombie-tired, and Silvia refused to move from her chair.

She came back out a few minutes later loaded down, called "food's here," and then turned back into the house. They all stumbled along, following her and the stack of boxes into the kitchen. Along the way, Connor was able to at last grab his wife and pull her aside. "How was it?" he asked, in a whisper.

She moaned, "good and bad. I'll tell you all about it when we're alone." Then led him to get their share of the pizza. Like the others, she was starving.

The group ate in silence, intent on the food and drink, and getting back to bed.

As soon as Hailey had finished several slices of pizza and her Coke, Connor informed everybody that they'd be heading home. Only Victoria tried to talk him out of it, inviting them to stay longer and rest some more, but he was adamant, explaining that he was awake and alert, and that he wanted to get his wife home to recover there.

Hailey didn't protest, and she was able to pack up her things and throw on a dress. It was then that she realized, she had unbelievably forgotten she was still walking around in the tall high-heels Silvia had locked onto her yesterday. Damn!

When she pointed it out to Victoria, she used her special key to unlock and remove them. Hailey groaned, as she tried to stand flat-footed, and hobbled to the car in her bare feet.

Connor had to beg Victoria to unlock his nipple bells, but she did finally remove the things, before lovingly kissing both him and Hailey, and wishing them a safe drive home.

A few minutes later they were off.

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Connor had driven the route so many times, that he was almost on automatic pilot, so it was easy for them to talk.

While he drove, he interrogated Hailey about her experiences at the party.

She found the energy to launch into a lengthy description of the entire adventure, from the moment they drove off, until when they pulled back into the driveway.

As he listened, his cock reacted to the images he painted in his head, and he shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable while keeping his foot on the gas. Not an easy task.

"So how was it being Silvia, slave girl?" he asked, at one point. "Was she a bitch? A mean slave owner?"

She chuckled at his portrayal.

"Well, I had to call her 'Mistress' and follow the leash laws. And she hobbled me and made me wear those shoes. You saw them. They locked on, I wore the m the whole time.

"My feet and legs are still sore and stiff."

"I did see them and they were awfully sexy."

"Forget it! I'll not wear those again."

"Awww," he moaned theatrically.

And they both chuckled.

But a moment later, she realized she was stumped for a more truthful and accurate answer to his questions about how she felt about the party.

"Actually, it wasn't that bad," she finally said, surprising him.

"Really?"

She sighed, "yes. It was actually pretty easy.

"Since I couldn't do anything. I had no arms, and no one listened to me, all I could do was follow my leash - go wherever Silvia pulled me.

"And since I was obviously helpless, most of the women were pretty nice. If I was thirsty, they gave me a drink from their glass, and when I mentioned I was hungry, they fed me little bytes from their plates.

"Some of them were actually loving and fun, they hugged and kissed me gently and adoringly. I'm sure they wanted me." She finished with a giggle.

"But?" He prompted her, expecting there would be trouble to report.

She frowned. "But there were also many who took advantage and groped, pinched and spanked me, too.

"That sometimes hurt, but since there was nothing I could do, I just learned to accept and ignore it.

"Silvia did try to protect me. She was pretty good about making sure nobody went too far."

"So, you didn't have a terrible time."

"No, it wasn't terrible.

"I think I understand more about how Daisey feels. A simple life with no responsibilities, and no worries isn't necessarily a bad way to live," she said dreamily, tentatively.

"But then shook herself, "but it's not a life I would want."

"So, you don't want be my sex slave?" he asked, sounding hopeful.

She laughed. "Nope. Besides you're more of my 'sex slave'. I'm your keyholder. Perhaps you should call me Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress."

She then told him about the table of designers; she'd almost forgotten about them.

He too wasn't interested in the cheek chains, but he was intrigued with the clothing designer's suggestions for ultra-sexy, revealing outfits for his decorated wife.

"Are you going to contact her?" he asked, hopefully.

"No. She offered her services to Silvia, my owner. Not to me. I don't have her contact information. So, stop your drooling, you letch.

They were half-way home when she finally ran dry, finishing with, "I'm sorry I didn't say hello when I got back, but I was so exhausted, and hung over, it took all I had left to crawl into bed."

"I understand," he replied, still distracted by his imaginings.

She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "I wish you could have come along."

"What? As a slave boy, or a sissy?" he replied, laughing. But it was a frightening thought, thinking about Silvia and Tammy.

"I wish I could have seen you. Did anyone take pictures?" he asked hopefully.

"God, I hope not. I don't want any record of me as a helpless slave."

He chuckled. "I'd love to see it."

"You would." She reached over and punched his shoulder.

"Daisey mentioned that you were almost purchased. You didn't mention that."

She sighed, that had been a scarry experience, that she hadn't wanted to talk about. "It was so unbelievable. Two dominant women, you know the type, all in leather, scarry, actually tried to bid on purchasing me, and taking me home.

"And they were offering huge sums of money. Tens-of-thousands!"

"You're worth more than that to me."

She smiled and leaned over to kiss him again. "I hope so."

"It's true. Besides you hold my key. What would happen to me if you were sold?"

She laughed, but punched him again, too.

They were just exiting the freeway with only a few more miles to their place when she reached over to rest her hand on his thigh. "If I provide any more details, you'll get so excited, I'll have to let you out, tonight for real sex."

"Works for me."

"My party adventure did make me awfully horny."

He smiled and hit the gas, running a yellow light.

"Hey, be careful and don't get a ticket." she scolded, laughing.

He chuckled and settled down, taking his turn to pass on what he'd learned.

"Are you aware that Victoria and Silvia have a younger brother?"

"Nope."

"Well apparently Silvia has turned him into a total sissy. He's more a she than a he, now."

"Oh, my. But I guess I'm not all that surprised," she admitted.

"Sometimes the way she looks at me, I get worried," he admitted.

Hailey giggled. "You think she might try the same with you?"

"She can be awfully creepy. And she hates men."

"I'll protect you. And she owes me for playing the part of her slave girl, and showing off her jewelry."

She paused for a moment, picturing Silvia tormenting her brother, before adding. "Damn, I didn't imagine that she was that much of a bitch."

Then she giggled, "You do need to be careful, though. I wouldn't want you to be turned into a shemale."

As soon as they got home, they stripped down and then headed for the bedroom, both of them energized and aroused.

"Shower first," Hailey declared, as she led him into their bathroom.

He didn't argue, they both needed it.

She didn't unlock him until they were clean and more than ready for a good fucking.

As always, the minute his cock was freed, it was hard and standing tall, and she giggled happily as she threw him onto the bed, mounted him and then rode him until he began pumping cum, and she orgasmed.

It felt wonderful. A suitable ending to her wild weekend.

An hour later she locked him back up and they went to sleep.

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They didn't go out to Victoria's that next weekend. Hailey decided she needed the time off, just to relax at home, so she and Connor spent Saturday, simply lounging around the house. Not even wanting to cook, they ordered Mexican food delivered, and Connor pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt to meet the driver. He kept them handy, near the front door, for such eventualities.

Until his nipples were pierced, by Daisey, he used to get away with just shorts, no more.

On Sunday, feeling restless, they decided to go out for an early dinner, but that brought on another debate.

"Are you going to dress to show off?" he asked, hopefully and excitedly. "It was so much fun watching reactions the last time we went out."

She deliberated for only a moment before she giggled. "Sure. Why not? I had fun."

"Great," he said before giving her a quick kiss.

"Let's go out to Lee's for Asian," he suggested, but hesitantly. The restaurant was nice, close, and a longtime favorite.

Now she understood his concerns. That place was only a few miles from their condo, and they would occasionally run into acquaintances or neighbors, there.

Did she mind if some of them saw her sexy decorations, barely covered - up close and personal?

She had run into a few of the other residents, in the elevator or the parking garage, so they had seen her nose ring. And a couple times someone she knew had seen her when she wasn't fully covered in work attire, so they may have noted her nipple decorations, beneath some simple top.

One of the women who had met her without a blazer, had done a double-take, and asked her about the unusual outlines, and she had explained that she did wear 'body-jewelry'.

But that was about it. She had no idea if she was causing some scandal around the complex. And she didn't really care.

So why should she care about showing even more?

She smiled mischievously at him. "I'm going to have fun with it. And drive you and every other male crazy."

"Oh, goodie.

"And afterwards, since I'll be so very horny, will you unlock me?" he asked, wishfully.

"Nope. You were just out a week ago."

He moaned and pouted like a little boy turned down for a treat.

For the expedition, Hailey remembering the suggestions from the designer at the party, wore her thinnest, white bouse, and a short, leather skirt, along with a pair of leather boots with three-inch heels.

She'd never had the courage to wear all three of those sexy items al at the same time. But checking herself out in the mirror she knew she looked fabulous.

The blouse was sheer enough and tight enough to show both the outlines of her nipple decorations, her collar and the edges of all the straps that surrounded her breasts and torso.

And when she sat, and her skirt rode up, her thigh bands flashed at the tops of her thighs.

Connor adored how she looked, and his cock painfully agreed.

And at Lee's Asian Bistro all the other diners were fascinated and distracted by what they saw.