Preface
Honeymoon in Hawaii is the second part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. The first part of their story was captured in Couples Camp. Although this is a stand-alone story, I highly recommend reading the first part too. A word of warning, both Couples Camp and Honeymoon in Hawaii contain elements of: cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 3
Brad closely followed Max as he lead him down the long hallway, a pair of unique pocket doors at the end. The doors ahead reminded Brad of something you would see in a Japanese karate movie.
"Please take your shoes off." Max instructed as he slid the wooden lattice, covered in rice paper aside.
Brad slid his shoes off as instructed and placed them next to Brooke's.
"Heals back," Max sternly ordered.
Brad realized what Max was instructing, and turned his shoes around, heals facing the same direction as Brooke's.
"Kneel and observe." Max instructed Brad motioning to a thin red pillow lying on the floor.
Brad looked around trying to take the room in. It was as if a seventeenth century dojo had been re-created in the home of a billionaire. The floor was covered in traditional rectangular rice straw mats surrounding an identical square mat in the center of the room. The walls where plain with only a few colorful scrolls hanging prominently depicting Japanese women intricately tied and hanging in various positions. The far wall appeared to be another set of wooden frames covered with rice paper, dividing the room in half.
As Brad continued his inventory of the surroundings he looked up to notice the large wooden beams spanning across the open space. Hanging from the large center beam was a series of thick hemp ropes attached at the lower end to a shiny steal ring about seven and a half feet above the mat. The ring was about ten inches in diameter and looked similar to a yin yang but with three rather than two sections. Directly beneath the ring Brooke obediently knelt, her head bowed, waiting with her back to Brad.
Max proceeded over to Brooke standing silently next to her lightly brushing her bare shoulder with the tips of his fingers. The room was so quiet, even from his spot Brad could hear the air escape form Brooke, as she felt his warm touch.
"I have been looking forward to this, ever since I first saw you swimming at the hotel." Max divulged.
"Before I am done with you, you will be begging me like a little child. I know things about you; I know things even your husband doesn't know. Don't I?" Max questioned his willful subject.
Brooke silently waited for his next command, knowing he would soon demand things of her body.
"Answer me." Max snapped, demanding an answer to his question.
"Yes you know things about me even my husband doesn't." Brook sheepishly whimpered not wanting Brad to hear her admission.
"Yes I do." Max victoriously announced, already getting his little pet to conform to his direction.
"Now place your hands behind your back."
Max went over to a wooden chest directly under one of the paintings and opened it up, retrieving a few hanks of rope, before returning to his waiting subject. Max deliberately placed the hanks on the floor next to him, taking one and unfurling it doubling it up and in the center.
Brad watched intently as Max wrapped the rope around Brooke's wrists and then slid the ends between her arms twisting the ends around tightening the rope and forcing her hands side by side, creating a square with her arms. Max reached over unfurling another hank of rope and once again doubled it up before weaving it around Brooke's upper arms just above her elbows reinforcing the immobility of her arms.
Max continued his methodical wraps binding Brooke ever tighter with each additional length. He wrapped another around her chest creating a type of harness before running the other end of it up to the hanging ring. With a twist and a flip Max created a knot of sorts he then used to slide the end of the rope through and pull tight. The tighter he pulled the rope the shorter the distance got between Brookes back and the hanging ring, forcing her to stand up.
"That's my little angel. Show me your body." Max growled as she was forced to her feet.
Brooke couldn't help but smile at the kind words. Calling her angel was really starting to affect her and make her feel special, but at the same time she still felt shy, naked in front of this man. The simple act of forcing her to her feet already had the effect of making her feel helpless, unable to run even if she wanted to.
"Show me that beautiful face of yours angel." Max commanded, as he stepped in front of her to observe her standing beauty.
Brooke looked up smiling at his words once again.
"What a beautiful angel you are." Max whispered as he moved his face closer to hers, placing his lips on hers.
Brooke tried to lean forward anticipating his touch but was held back by the tension in the ropes, left helplessly waiting for his arrival, the second it took for him to press his delicious lips against her, felt like an eternity powerless to do anything but wait.
With his lips softly pressed against hers Max reached up and ran his fingers through Brooke's hair, brushing it from her face and gathering it up behind her head. Max took ahold of a thinner rope he had doubled up just like the others waiting for him, draped over his shoulder, and twisted it around the ponytail he had formed with Brooke's hair. Max ran the thinner rope up to the ring as well shortening the length until it had Brooke's head pulled up, preventing her from dropping her eyesight anymore.
"That's better; I like to see your face angel." Max explained.
Max returned to the chest, retrieving more carefully bundled ropes for his creative mesh of twisted pleasure, wrapping the next around Brooke's waist and tying it off at the small of her back right where her tattoo marked her beautiful body. Max added another rope from the loop he created in her waist harness and wrapped it up looping it through the ring pulling out the tension as he had with the others.
Max took the final hank of rope wrapping it around one of Brooke's ankles, and once again up to the steel ring before pulling it tight. Max continued to pull the slack out of the rope forcing Brooke to raise her foot and leg up off the floor as he simultaneously let out the rope holding her chest and arms up, forcing her to lean forward with her raised foot above her waist.
Brooke was helplessly balanced on one foot, her weight pulling down on the ropes holding up.
"How does that feel angel?" Max asked.
Brooke was lost in her submission, trying to balance her weight between her foot and her restraints, and struggling to process the feeling and emotions at the same time.
"Are you ok angel?" Max asked again, making sure that Brooke was comfortable enough to continue.
"Yes," was all Brooke could manage, as she tried to adjust to her position.
"What a sexy little angel I have. I wonder what I should do with her." Max teased as he seductively blew in Brooke's ear, causing her to jerk against her ropes.
Brooke's body was on heightened alert, trying to anticipate what might be next, as she balanced defenselessly. Max stepped forward placing his lips on hers once again, this time pushing them open with his tongue. Brooke's body swayed helplessly as Max explored her mouth with his tongue causing her to lose any resistance she struggled to hold onto.
