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Chapter 3: On location

We reconvened in the bar for lunch, Sally still in her vilisqaz though, to make Priya and Kirsty feel more comfortable she had asked me to release her arms so she was able to feed herself.

Priya had an appointment with Salaxis that afternoon though clearly didn't relish the prospect of having to go to his office cuffed. I managed to refrain from offering to guide her there on a leash.

Kirsty was keen to scout for locations and conversely, didn't seem the slightest bit concerned at having to do this in bondage even though her wrists were chafed red and already bruised from the cheap cuffs. Sally quickly offered to go with her and I wondered briefly if this might be something to do with Kirsty's quick smile and obvious interest in my work.

'Oh, Dr Frost, I've read all your work...,' Sally had teased, pouting and shaking her breasts at me in a pretty fair imitation of the perky little brunette with the enchanting smile.

I reassured myself that Sally was not the jealous kind and was probably much happier to spend the afternoon reacquainting herself with the beautiful architecture of the city with a girl who appeared to share at least one other common interest than in a rather tedious meeting.

So it was that an hour later I resheathed Sally's arms and cuffed Kirsty to allow them to venture out onto the street. I tucked a copy of the papers allowing them to go unleashed into one of Kirsty's pockets and responded to Sally's glare with a comment that she didn't really have anywhere she could carry it.

'Well, get it over with.' Priya stood with her back to me, wrists together so I could once again cuff them

I opened the door to let her out and lead her towards Salaxis' office in the streets behind the governor's building.

*

I was enjoying a very cold beer in the hotel bar when Sally and Kirsty returned.

Kirsty, I noticed wearing a reasonably comfortable pair of leather cuffs and, when Sally knelt beside me on a cushion, Kirsty simply copied her so I had the pleasure of two women, both beautiful in their own way, kneeling at my feet.

Sally gave me slightly knowing look as I ordered G&Ts for them and a second beer for myself. She might have been telling me not the enjoy this situation too much or, perhaps, if I was lucky, her unvoiced comment was 'wait until I get you upstairs'.

Whatever she meant, I was not concerned, I'd had a pleasant chat with Salaxis while Priya had been off sorting out her various permits to film in the city. The journalist had, not surprisingly, spent sometime trying to convince the councillor that she should be allowed to go about unrestrained but he had been firm about what he described as the important traditions of the city, reminding her that submitting to Mirkada's rules might better help her understand them.

I will openly confess now to a degree of schadenfreude.

So, I was throughly pleased with myself as the two girls, I'm sure Sally would not complain at my use of the noun, knelt at my feet and Kirsty, excited and by her afternoon of discovery, recounted their adventures including, it seemed, a visit to a local clothing shop where she had seen first hand the raw materials of the vilisqaz and where she had bought the cuffs.

Fortified by her drink which she took rather too quickly via a straw she was soon effusing loudly about the architecture, the history and the people of Mirkada whom she said had all been very courteous: directing them opening doors and generally aiding her and Sally in every way as they had explored the city.

She had seen, she thought, one of the locations in the Cartier-Bresson photos in the hotel lobby.

She had been thinking of how she might direct filming with her wrists cuffed and of some of the angles she wished to use. This was, she said, a great opportunity to develop her skills and I wondered if that was the real reason for her throwing her lot in with Priya.

*

'You are becoming an old lech,' Sally told me as we prepared for dinner.

We had showered and I was once again dressing Sally in her vilisqaz.

I smiled at the thought of Kirsty walking rather unsteadily towards the lift with her wrists still cuffed behind her after three gins.

'If that girl buys herself a vilisqaz or starts wearing lingerie you're going to be the one on a leash.'

I grinned at the idea.

'I can see you're thinking about it now.' Sally gave me a well aimed kick in the shin with one of her toe boots.

I could hardly deny it.

'Are you sure you're happy to wear the bridle?' I tightened the first shoulder strap and tucked the end into the buckle.

'Stop changing the subject or I'll kick you again.' There was humour in her voice. 'Yes, I think it's time we gave prissy Priya a show of the full rig. Part of me wishes I'd be able to see her reaction but I'll have to rely on you to fill me in afterwards.'

'You could just wear the gag like you did this morning.' I tightened the second shoulder strap.

'No, I want to give it the full effect.' Sally chuckled. 'Mind you, you are going to have to buy me another one, the full outfit I mean, I can't wear the same thing every day.' She paused. 'Perhaps you'd better get me two.'

'You've only been made professor, not chancellor.' I picked up her bridle.

'Who said I'm paying? You're the one with the lucrative TV contract. I'm just here as eye candy and to stop you making a fool of yourself with that pretty young camerawoman' She laughed again. 'I think I'll have a white one this time with arm straps and mitts.'

'I've noticed they're being worn somewhat briefer this year.' I stepped back as Sally foot swung towards me.

'I bet you have.' Sally licked her lips as she often did before being gagged. 'Just keep your mind on the job and don't forget my nipple pendants.'

She opened her mouth.

'Yes, Mistress.' I grinned and pushed the ball between her teeth before stepping behind her to secure the bridle.

'If you're a good girl I'll make sure I mention the butt plug too.'

Sally laughed round her gag as I fixed the blindfold in place.

Then, with my wife helpless and restrained I spent a few minutes ensuring her nipples were prepared for the pendants before attaching them and, when I was ready, I clipped her leash to her collar and lead her out into the hallway.

I knew she was excited, I could see it in the way she walked and, once in the lift, I reached into my pocket for the remote to her vibrator enjoying the sound of her gasp as I flicked it on.

The vibrator was still buzzing and Sally in response panting as we emerged from the lift.

Unfortunately, despite our careful plan to shock Priya, she and Kirsty were not waiting in the lobby as we'd expected. We waited some ten minutes and then called up to their rooms but got no answer.

'Where could they have gone?'

Helpless and gagged, Sally simply shrugged so I lead her out into the street towards the restaurant we had booked for dinner.

*

We were enjoying breakfast when I received the message.

I had just given Sally a sip of coffee and was about to drink my own when a polite cough made me look up.

The girls it seemed had been arrested for walking the streets of Mirkada unrestrained

and I was asked to attend the police station.

Sally looked as alarmed as I felt and we were instantly on our feet but the concierge bade us to sit down, it was still early, just gone eight in the morning and the police station would not be open until ten.

There was, thus, no need to hurry our breakfast but, I was asked to arrive at the station some time before noon to arrange their release.

'Sure you don't want to rush off to rescue your little damsel in distress?' Sally chided as I forced myself to take a sip of coffee.

'Sure you don't want to sit there until lunchtime and let Little Miss Prissy sweat it out?' I countered and Sally laughed. I wondered if she was thinking about Priya chained in dungeon in rather more bondage than a simple pair of handcuffs.

'Not really.' A smile crossed Sally's face. 'But if we do have a couple of hours to kill and you've finished eating, perhaps, we could go up to the room and, well, find something to pass the time. After all, it's not as if I can stop you doing anything to me is it?'

'You really want us to enjoy ourselves with our young colleagues languishing in prison.' I did my best to adopt the moral high ground.

Sally smiled coyly.

'You're a very naughty girl.'

'I thought you might say that.' Sally's smile broadened as she leaned in towards me. 'But before you spank me, I'd like to plead mitigation.'

'Really?' I looked at her as sternly as I could.

'Yes,' she whispered in my ear. 'Can you remember what you did getting into the lift last night?'

'I...' I looked at her. 'Oh!'

'Oh, indeed.' Sally kissed me somewhat salaciously. 'You did it this morning too...and it's been running right through breakfast.'

*

With two hours to enjoy my wife fully restrained and her very much in the mood after an hour of kneeling at my feet in bondage being fed breakfast while subject to constant internal stimulation I planned to make a point of taking things slowly.

Contrary to much of what you read, it's quite difficult to make a woman beg. My experience, which is not extensive and rather limited in terms of partner for the last twenty one years, is that women enjoy sexual arousal almost as much as they enjoy orgasm and that, rather than being a means to an end, foreplay is a very important part of sex to them.

It certainly is to Sally, though I have seen (and heard) her have some pretty intense orgasms over the years, some of which have been quite prolonged and left me feeling rather jealous.

Once or twice since we've been playing with bondage I have got her to the state where she really, really wants to cum and I'm trying not to let her but as yet, I have not actually had the pleasure of hearing her beg though a few times she has coyly asked 'Master, may I cum now?'

She was, however, pretty horny by the time I got her to the bedroom and by the time I'd closed the door behind us, was already on her knees trying to undo my belt with her teeth.

It didn't take her long to get to the part of me she was after and, when she did, she took it into her mouth with the skills one might expect from a whore specialising in French polishing as it was called when we were younger.

I enjoyed upwards of twenty minutes oral pleasure, initially where I stood and then on the bed with Sally's ankles restrained and her legs pulled up in a hogtie. She clearly enjoyed this and, I think, rather enjoyed having the vibrator switched on and off as she worked.

My cock was drooling freely into her mouth and I was very close to orgasm when she finally groaned and gasped something that might have been a 'please' when I turned the vibrator off.

It was difficult to be certain with my cock pressing so firmly against her tongue but it was enough to send me over the edge and I had the pleasure of having her swallow for the second time in the holiday.

After that, I put her bridle on and, lifting her to the floor, left her to it with the vibrator at full power, watching as she squirmed in pure ecstasy, rubbing her pussy on the carpet and rocking back and forth straining at her bonds for another ten minutes before jerking violently and gasping around her gag with a noise that I thought, had she done it at night, might have other guests banging on the wall.

I sat watching her for several minutes as she lay on her side panting and then I removed her gag.

'God, that was fabulous,' was the first thing she gasped as I too out her gag.

'It would make a great floor show at the Todos Mundo,' I teased.

'Perhaps you could make sure I have a couple more chances to rehearse before we get back there.' She grinned up at me.

'Want me to untie you.'

'No, I bloody don't.' She squirmed again, enjoying her bondage. 'Though you could untie my legs.'

'Are you getting stiff?'

'No, but I bet you are and I can't do anything about it with my legs tied together.'

'Oh, I don't know, you're not gagged any more.'

'Not a chance, big boy!' She grinned. 'I only swallow once a day and only on holiday.'

*

After our antics in the bedroom which subsequently necessitated a shower, almost leading to further dalliance, it was gone ten thirty when we arrived at the police station, a low stone building not far from Salaxis' office.

Leaving the girls to languish in a foreign prison for so long may seem harsh but, knowing the respect with which Mirkadian's treat their women I felt confident that they would not be harmed and rather hoped it might be an important lesson in Priya's education as I suspected it was her that had instigated the misadventure

Even when we did arrive, it took some time before I was admitted to the cells, having left Sally kneeling demurely in the outer office in full Mirkadian regalia. We had decided that, although having two of us to support them might be nice for the girls, the appearance of Sally in full vilisqaz complete with blindfold, gag and nipple pendants might present the police with image of respectable law abiding visitors to the city.

Despite my faith in Mirkadian society I was surprised to be confronted by the sight of both girls naked and kneeling in a cell that was some twelve feet across; their prison had a back wall with a barred window but was otherwise composed of heavy steel bars so that it looked rather like something a sheriff might preside over in a cowboy movie

The girls had, I learnt, been there all night having been picked up shortly after leaving the hotel.

Despite the heavy bars, both of them were chained, their wrists cuffed to chains locked around their waists and a steel bar was pushed behind their backs forcing their elbows back with chains at either end linked to their heavy steel collars to keep them there; each girl's ankles were cuffed too and their collars locked to a ring in the floor by a steel chain. Any one of the restraints or, indeed the cell itself, would have held them and I wondered if the guards were making a point unless, putting them on display like this was for other, more base, reasons.

The position certainly displayed them sexually and left them with no way to conceal themselves and though Priya knelt with her knees pressed firmly together there was nothing she could do to hide her small neat breasts with their rather full dark brown, almost black nipples. She was, not surprisingly, sullen and angry and, I think, had been crying; her make up was smudged and her hair in disarray.

In a way, I was quite glad she was gagged.

Kirsty on the other hand knelt calmly, legs spread and with her delightfully full breasts thrust out before her; I had been right about her nipples which were both pierced with large gold rings; she smiled at me despite her predicament. I thought I could see something in her expression that told me she knew I would be able to get her out.

She was not gagged which suggested perhaps she had not been quite so difficult as Priya.

'They are very bad sir, very bad indeed.' The guard's English was poor compered to many of the citizens and officials we have encountered. I still felt rather ashamed at my failure to learn anything of the local language although, there wasn't really much material available from which to learn it.

'Yes, I'm sorry.' I tried to convey my disappointment in them.

'They will be needing to stand trial, Doctor Frost.'

'Yes, but must they stay here until then?'

'Authorisation from the council will be required for releasing them.'

I phoned Salaxis. I had tried his number earlier but to my surprise he had not answered. Surely, I thought, he must know why I was calling him. Again he didn't answer so I called his office to be told he was in a meeting and thus unavailable until about 3pm.

The two prisoners looked at me expectantly as I completed the call.

Their responses when I told them the outcome were rather different: Priya shouting what were probably obscenities loudly through her gag and struggling in her bonds while Kirsty shrugged calmly, tossing her head and shifting position slightly in her bonds and, in the process, shaking her large breasts.

'I'm sure you'll sort it out Dr Frost.' Kirsty's faith was touching. 'We have everything we need here.' She turned glancing around her cell, her breasts following, catching up and then overtaking her as she did so before bending to lap some water from the bowl that was placed on the floor in front of her, an action which earned her a disgusted look from her cellmate.

There was little I could do other than promising to return at three.

One should always try to behave like a gentlemen but there are times when one must also be a pragmatist.

I thus left the two girls in their chains and took Sally for lunch.

*

I did eventually get the girls out though it was a little after 4pm. They had been in chains for over eighteen hours and, though Priya registered Sally's state of undress and bondage when I collected her from the police office, she was rather too preoccupied to react, something I was sure would disappoint the lovely Mrs Frost. Unfortunately, Priya's blouse and skirt had, somehow, been lost so she was forced to walk back to the hotel in her underwear, a rather brief purple thong and matching underwired bra, as well as her heels; the police had kindly provided me with a couple of pieces of rope to bind the girl's wrists for the short walk to the hotel.

Kirsty had, it seemed, been rather more fortunate, in that she emerged from the cells in a rather nicely fitted cotton dress that suggested a certain attention to detail in the 'foundation' garments beneath it. She stood with a half smile playing on her face while she waited for me to bind her wrists and even suggested it might be sensible to tie a rope around her neck to use as a leash and prevent any misunderstanding.

They were due in court on Friday, three days hence and, as well as paying their bail, I had been forced to sign a declaration a that I would ensure they attended. Leaving the city discretely was not an option.

Delivering them to court was something I had no intention of reneging on, I certainly didn't want to end up chained and naked in a police cell; I didn't mind doing it with Sally but that was something for us in the bedroom.

Priya was loud and critical as we walked back to the hotel, ranting against the injustice of it all but Kirsty was strangely quiet; perhaps she was tired, I reasoned, or perhaps she had finally succumbed to her fears now she was actually free.

Eyebrows were definitely raised as we entered the hotel though most eyes followed Priya as she stomped across the lobby, disheveled and clad only in her skimpy underwear before disappearing into the lift.

I turned to Kirsty. 'Are you alright?'

For once I did not feel the glare of Sally's gaze burning through her blindfold.

The little brunette looked up at me and then looked down, I could see tears welling up in her eyes

'I'm sorry, Dr Frost.'

Typical for an English male, I had no real idea why this young woman was crying now or exactly what she was apologising for; I glanced at Sally for some support but while she could clearly hear and probably imagine what was going on, she wasn't in any position to advise me.

I was on my own.

Life, I thought, is generally easier when women our chained and gagged. I applauded the forefathers of Mirkada and their wise decisions.

However, Kirsty was upset and needed consoling and though her wrists were still bound behind her back I could hardly walk away; so I reached out and, rather awkwardly gave her a hug hoping that the pressure of her voluptuous body wouldn't cause any reactions inside me that might make the embrace even more awkward.