Hi guys, sorry for the late update. Wow, what a day...
So I was a good girl and managed to hold off cumming, even though I had to open my coat about a thousand times!!! Last ten minutes of the trip, and finally he says "okay, you can cum now," but he turns the vibes off! Not only do I have to hold open my coat, but I've got to pleasure myself!
Just as I'm getting into it and it's feeling really good, then suddenly everybody starts getting up. Quick as I can, I'm covering myself up and left frustrated as what had been a quiet coach (short of my salesman neighbour) becomes a hive of activity as everyone's getting ready to get off WAY before the station.
St Pancras is even busier. There's nowhere I can hide to try and finish off, so I'm left frustrated and it's still only like 10.15am, no way are we gonna be able to book into our hotel yet. So my husband finds a coffee shop and suggests we go sit down and I can rest for a little while.
I'm having a look at the menu when we're joined by our friends from Bristol, Sam and Jack, and then a few minutes later by three more couples from our circle as well, so all of us that are in the UK are now together in this cafe. That's when my husband confesses that we're not staying in London; we've got another train to catch, taking us to Paris!!
I've wanted to see Paris for a loooong time. I kind of had in mind something a little more romantic, especially for our 10th anniversary but hey, they're our friends, they were at our wedding and our more intimate ceremony afterwards. We've not been all together for a long time, and the thought was there, right? It'll be fun.
Everybody's intrigued by my outfit, so my husband makes me tell them about The King's dare. I have to read it out to them and let them see our updates so far on here. They ask me if I got to cum, which of course, I didn't. Well, if I'd thought it was humiliating on the train, or reading all of this out to them, that was nothing, because when I went to the bathroom to put some clothes on for getting through customs, Sam and one of the other women (a dominant, her husband is submissive to her) came with me. When the three of us were locked into a bathroom stall, they opened my coat, their hands found my breasts, still bound in the red collars, and thrust between my legs, OMG! It didn't take long for them to get me aroused again and then Sam made a video call to my husband so they could watch as Sam bought me to orgasm so fast and hard it was all I could do to not moan loudly and REALLY give myself away...
When they left me and after I'd put a dress on, I had to wash up a little bit, I'd gotten hot and clammy. We hung around a little longer until it was time to catch the Eurostar.
More surprises were in store when we got to Gare du Nord station in Paris. An American friend from our circle was waiting to pick us up. As it turned out, EVERYBODY was going to be at this reunion, all the couples from the UK, the US and the couple from Denmark. We're sharing a really lovely cottage about a couple hours drive out of Paris. I'm not sure the owners we're renting it from quite grasped the nature of our reunion party, but it got pretty wild and took place all around the grounds, the indoor pool, the dining room...
My husband had two more surprises in store for me. First was to try the breast suspension he'd been looking into. I'd taken off the collars before I'd got on the Eurostar, but I could still feel the after-effects of the bondage. It's even more pronounced now, he's not touching them tomorrow!
They'd set their stands with the pulleys outside in the courtyard. Of course, where else? It's clear they've been planning this get-together for some time. One of the US couples, I'll call them Robin and Susan. They're late fifties now, she's been his faithful submissive since they were early twenties, a real lifestyle D/s couple. They used to run a B&B and offered specialist weekends for other couples interested in BDSM play and they've spent their married lives trying and perfecting pretty much anything you can think of. Susan is beautiful, even at this stage in her life she's absolutely stunning, wearing just a waist corset with suspenders attached, black seamed stockings and patent black high heels. She has a simple steel ring collar that she never takes off. I learned a lot about understanding my submissiveness and how to get what I want out of it from her. Robin demonstrated on her how to tie the breasts and my husband copied his technique on me. He showed him how to attach the breast ropes to a spreader bar and the spreader bar to the chain, and then they raised us both together.
How do I describe it? Each click of the crank pulled my breasts tighter upwards, quickly starting to be a noise that sent a cold chill down my spine as the pull became tighter and tighter. It hurts, of course, it's quite scary to begin with. I was worried that my tits would be garrotted (they weren't, the ropes used were tied in a wide band to spread the pressure) or else that they'd be stretched (I'll let you know in the morning) or that I'd slip out of them completely and get rope burns and possibly break my ankle landing in my heels. But while it was happening to me, it was REALLY erotic watching it happening to Susan as well.
They hoisted the both of us to tip toes to begin with and left us a while to get used to all of our body weight being concentrated on our busts. Robin caressed Susan's pussy and my husband caressed mine and oh my God did it feel sexy, but incredibly scary and painful. After a couple of minutes, they took our shoes off, which increased the pressure, seemingly enormously. Everybody I think enjoyed watching the way we struggled, tottering about on the very tiptoes of our stocking feet. Well, they'd certainly have enjoyed Susan. Eventually Robin asked us both if we were ready to really get airborne. Susan asked me if I was. I told her I was if she was and she nodded to her husband, so then we were both raised off the ground.
Hanging, slightly swinging from my tied up breasts. I have no idea how long we were kept there, but I know my husband was rigid inside his pants as he groped my pussy. I was wet and aroused, but in too much pain and too scared to be able to cum, as good as he feels. When they set us back down, the relief was immense, but not complete. They're going to be sore to touch for a while.
After releasing us, they revealed that they had another surprise for me. I almost cried when they took the cover off it. I didn't think he'd ever get round to it, but he's made and arranged for delivery to the cottage of my very own pillory!
It was incredibly frustrating watching the rest of the party locked in it, helpless as people came to grope me, tease me, but then leave me frustrated as they went off to play with other partners. Only at the end of the evening's debauchery did my husband finally come and fuck me in there, but oh fuck was it incredible!
There are a few couples still playing in the pool, but it's been a long day. I'm going to have to try and get some sleep now. Sorry if this seems a little rushed, it kind of was, but I wanted to update you while I was still on the buzz.
(he's working on a laptop with earphones in so hopefully he won't realize...)
