Return to Mirkada

Epilogue

We dined with Salaxis and Taiarche that evening. After Sally's ordeal I wondered if we should cancel but even though she was tired and rather stiff and, possibly, a little hung over, she insisted we go and rose to the challenge with her usual finesse. Needless to say, the ladies had much to discuss and I caught snippets of the their conversation which was punctuated by gasps from Taiarche as Sally, no doubt, related the intimate details of her fitting. Taiarche, I noticed, was once again conservatively dressed and I gathered later from Sally that Salaxis had been wrong about his wife's modesty; her husband's main rival for governor was the councillor we had met in the cafe, the one with the young, beautiful blonde wife. Taiarche was not hiding herself, she was playing the traditional wife; a story that tallied with Salaxis' comments about his wife's other new vilisqaz. 'There is barely anything of it and the leash clips to her nipples,' he had whispered as we sat together. 'It is a style we picked up from some of the tourists.' Part of me wished we had known about that. 'We only use that one in the bedroom at the moment,' he had concluded with a laugh.

I had noticed that, unusually, he wore formal Mirkadian robes rather than his usual suit.

Sally later confirmed Salaxis' comments. She also told me that, when Salaxis was elected, as Taiarche fully expected him to be, the lovely brunette planned to attend her husband's inauguration in the new vilisqaz preferably with her nipples pierced, a rising fashion in Mirkada of which she thoroughly approved, and, if she had any say in the matter, lead by a leash clipped to a new set of labial piercings; apparently she had not yet decided whether to have her clitoris done too. Taiarche was, it seemed, just as comfortable with displaying her lovely body as my favourite bondage model and my beautiful wife. All three had clearly put a great deal of effort into maintaining their beauty and, the two I knew at least, had minds and personalities to maintain the interest of others once they had attracted it.

After we bid Salaxis and his wife good night, I lead Sally back to the hotel for the last time in full vilisqaz a task for which she thanked me with another bout of oral sex. She was, by her own admission, way too tired and sore to contemplate anything else. I like to think I showed my understanding by climaxing quickly so she could swallow and go to bed. In my defence I would point out that I had, to all intents a purposes, spent the afternoon and evening playing an extra in a pornographic film and, unlike my wife, had not had the opportunity to satisfy the desire that it had induced.

Sally was asleep before I'd finished releasing her from her bondage and barely stirred all night even though I had finished our packing before retiring.

I'd had quite a bit of trouble waking her in the morning too, but we had made it to breakfast in time and then walked with Briga and Kirsty at the gates to the city.

Sally was once again in her new patent leather vilisqaz. In the harsh light of day it did look more kinky playwear than traditional costume although she was not alone; one of the women in the bus queue looked more pony girl than Mirkadian aristocrat with her padded harness, tight black boots with the toes shaped like hooves and even a plume on her bitted bridle; when she turned I wasn't surprised to see a tail swishing from her butt plug.

Mirkada was definitely changing.

Beyond the city walls, Kirsty asked to be freed from the pink single sleeve she'd come down to breakfast wearing. Once her arms were free she gave Sally a hug. I was relieved she simply shook hands with me. Even allowing for the suncream incident, I had withstood temptation, and in the last twenty four hours I had been reminded why I remained so very much in love with Sally. It wasn't just the ready submission to bondage or the orgasm in the clothing store, it was the conversation we'd had before dinner and the evening we'd enjoyed as a couple with our friends where she knelt beside me dressed, for want of a better term, and restrained in the style of the city.

Whatever the council of Mirkada said, there was no doubt that the city was a hotbed of bondage.

We didn't ask who'd strapped Kirsty into the sleeve and I wondered if it was Briga though she had clearly come from her room and he had come in from the square. Perhaps he had brought her home or left her room at some point in the night. She had, at certainly been to her room at some point in the last few hours judging by the new bite marks on her neck and breasts, she had spent the night with someone. She had changed too, and this morning was dressed in a pink cone bra that did a remarkably fine job of controlling her heavy breasts and a pair of matching knickers; she was also laced into a corset; definitely not the lingerie she had worn the day before.

I grinned at Briga as Kirsty stood with her hands behind her back allowing him to lace her back into the sleeve but he gave no indication that anything that had gone between them.

He was, apparently, going to help her with the editing and she was staying behind as his guest; quite a jump in status from convicted criminal punished in the main square to guest of the future governor's son. She had, she said, been in email contact with Priya who was, apparently at home enjoying the British weather and emancipation.

'She'll be fine,' Kirsty assured. 'She's waiting eagerly for me to come home.'

'Really?' Sally sounded skeptical.

Kirsty smiled and turned away as Briga clipped a leash to her collar.

At that moment, our car arrived and the driver stowed our luggage in the boot then I helped Sally in. She was not bridled and I'd been generous in binding her arms so they were not as strictly confined as they had been the previous day; she wasn't plugged either, her sex was sore from the piercing and we had a four hour ride ahead of us; Sally was, at the end of the day, only human and had put her body through rather a lot in the previous twenty four hours. This was not to say she hadn't loved every minute of it. We had a long journey ahead of us and while the thought of watching her squirming at my feet in bondage for four hours did have it's attractions, she did have a final curtain call at the Todos Mundo to prepare herself for and I wanted her to be at her best when I lead her in to the bar once again tightly restrained, gagged and blindfolded and probably with the vibrator buzzing gently inside her.

I also had one more surprise for Sally and, while she enjoyed it, there was a daiquiri with my name on awaiting me; my award, if one was needed for a job well done. It might not be an Oscar but then, I had my own prize sitting right beside me.

*

As well as the first cut of the film we'd made, there was another DVD in the package that arrived about a month after we reached home; alongside it was a note from Kirsty saying she hoped we enjoyed it.

It came just as term started and the summer weather broke to September rain.

We left it until evening and then, with a bottle of wine open, we sat back to watch.

The extra DVD began with 'Hello, I'm professor Sally Frost....'; Sally's first line in what was expected to be the DVD Salaxis had commissioned to boost tourism in Mirkada but even before it pulled back to reveal Cambridge's newest professor of history bare breasted and very unpixilated I noticed something I had missed at the time: Sally's expression was more lascivious Camden doxy than learned Cambridge don, she'd worn more make up that day for the filming and this along with her slightly pouting expression and flushed cheeks just screamed '...and I'm here to show you a good time'.

Sally looked at me, nearly spilling her wine as she sat up shocked.

There was more to follow...

...a lot more.

And not just the two young seminaked girls collaring her and then handling her helpless body; the fitting was there, edited but with all parts present, cut with shots around Mirkada, mostly, it appeared at first, shots of a helpless seminaked Sally leashed and gagged.

'It makes me look like a slut,' she said sitting on the edge of the sofa, her eyes fixed on the screen, her wineglass forgotten in her hands and, to be fair, she did, standing and walking in the toe boots forced her to push out her breasts and bottom; she did a similar thing when kneeling, something she had originally copied from Taiarche but which she now seemed to do automatically, it was a posture that said 'look at my body and enjoy what you see'.

She had, of course, never seen herself like this.

There were other candid moments caught on camera too: moments where, standing alone, leashed and helpless, she had clearly been enjoying the presence of the dildo and butt plug, there were several shots of her swaying her hips and others of her pressing her legs together, the expression on her face, even allowing for the gag and, in some cases, the blindfold left little doubt of the sexual arousal she was enjoying.

I cringed as I heard Sally's comment about my enjoyment of anal sex before I watched her being firmly plugged. The image was rammed home with a number of shots of her bottom, including ones with her butt plug clearly in place and others of her, usually bent over beside Kirsty, in tight knickers.

Cut in between lewd images of Sally were shots from around the city, a few establishing the setting but most of the Mirkadian women we'd interviewed or filmed, out-takes, often suggestive that presumably couldn't be used in what I assumed was the proper DVD that accompanied this one. There were shots of the hen party of Mirkadian girls in vilisqaz, the bride leashed and helpless practically climaxing in the background as Priya interviewed the American girl; and then the comment about being spanked when she got home.

And then we could see Kirsty being punished.

I assumed Salaxis would have censored that even if it had been shown to him, surely he wouldn't want tourists to think they might be treated with such barbarity but Briga's servants had filmed it well. Just as the camera had revealed Sally's hidden gems, so it exposed a little more about Kirsty's view of the incident; we had not been able to see her expression as the buxom brunette was lead chained and naked through the streets being switched on the bottom and elsewhere but the little smiles that had been caught on camera confirmed that she was just as kinky as the woman sitting next to me.

I was relieved the sun cream incident had not been filmed.

In the square we were treated to a magnificent shot of Priya's lovely firm body displayed almost casually in the pillory and then the smile around the gag as Kirsty was locked in beside her; there were then the inevitably shots of Kirsty squirming in her bondage as Priya toyed with her vibrator; Kinky Kirsty, it was obvious, had very much enjoyed her public humiliation and in the final close up, the expression on the buxom young brunette's face was one of pure bliss.

'Well' at least I won't be the only foreign slut on film in Mirkada.' Sitting beside me, watching, Sally took a large gulp of wine.

Then the woman with the shaved pussy and the mobile phone was there on the screen before us, kneeling at her husbands side in a shot that could have been entitled 'Bondage Accessory' or perhaps 'Mirkadian Sex Toy'.

Suddenly I was watching Sally being shaved.

'Oh, my god!' Sally turned for a brief moment, her eyes wide with horror 'Did they...?' She turned back to find they did.

The view of her bent over the bar with her ankles cuffed was utterly uncompromising, the butt plug obvious, the wetness of her sex unmissable and then her piercing; Sally's gagged gasps audible especially as I fired the needle through her swollen clit.

'That's abuse!' Sally turned with a slight smile. 'You could get into trouble for that.'

However, her moan of lust as one of the assistants pushed the vibrator inside her before locking it in place suggested I might plead mitigation.

Then, on the screen, she was being lead down the corridor, walking with her legs slightly wide to protect her newly pierced sex.

'Please tell me...' Sally clearly knew what was coming, like some catastrophe unravelling in slow motion.

Her orgasm was there in its full glory, her thrashing, her gagged animal cries, her utter abandonment to sexual desire.

I hadn't even noticed at the time that she'd wet herself.

'Naughty girl!'

'You and Kirsty had forced several glasses of wine down me.' She grinned but didn't look away from the screen. 'Just as well I was wearing that butt plug or it could have got really messy.'

Sally and Kirsty weren't the only ones to orgasm on film; Priya's little turn in the restaurant followed, the film showing clearly the cause of her unsteadiness and then we were treated to a shot of Kirsty licking cream of the helpless journalist's breasts. Kirsty must have had a camera set up to film us eating; I wasn't spared from this either and whereas Kirsty's had been quick lap of the tongue, mine was a rather more lingering caress that could almost have been described as a nuzzle; the expression on Sally's face as I licked food from her cleavage reassured me that, although she'd rebuked me for being clumsy, she really hadn't minded that I'd dropped it.

Once again, I rued the fact that there was nobody to film the night of passion between the two girls: Kirsty and her captured Bengal tigress, that had apparently followed the evening in the restaurant, though there were some shots of Priya in full vilisqaz as she was lead to the restaurant including some lovely close ups of her drooling onto breasts.

But then something unexpected came up, Priya in her vilisqaz kneeling in what was clearly one of the hotel's bedrooms, Kirsty's probably, her ankles were crossed and bound and linked by a short cord to her wrists; she was squirming, writhing, blind and helpless; somehow she was doing this with her usual elegance despite her predicament; in the background was a lingerie clad Kirsty clearly toying with the remote control; after a few moments we watched Priya fall to her side, jerking against the hogtie as she climaxed. Then, in the next shot she was stretched spread-eagle on a hotel bed, naked, bound by ribbons, her skin glistening and clearly oiled, her long dark hair spread over the white sheets like a carpet; Kirsty, it seemed, had filmed their night of passion after all, quite intimately; shots followed of Priya still blindfolded, licking Kirsty's pussy as the buxom brunette knelt, still in her girdle and stockings astride her lover's face; then they were pleasuring each other, Kirsty naked now, crouched on all fours, Priya's tongue still caressing her pussy as Kirsty worked with equal vigour on Priya's sex.

'I'm going down to breakfast, Darling.' Kirsty was dressed as she had been on our final day of filming and she was talking to Priya who was still stretched naked on the bed; the lovely dark skinned girl was still blindfolded and, now, also gagged. There were straps around her hips and between her legs and when Kirsty flipped the remote of the vibrator the helpless girl jerked and began to squirm.

'We've got a full day of filming to do.'

'Nnnnnnngggg.' Priya shook her head, arching in her bonds, her hips rising.

'Don't worry, my love.' Kirsty grinned. 'We can manage without you.'

'Bleash Girshdy!' Priya squimed again. 'Don'd reave ne.'

'Professor Frost's being fitted for her vilisqaz today.' Kirsty told her bending to tease one of her dark nipples. 'And I really don't want to miss that.'

'Nnnnnggggg.' Priya shook her head again tugging at her bonds and arching up deliciously.

'Don't worry, my lovely tigress.' Kirsty slipped her fingers under Priya's crotch strap, stroking the helpless girl's sex. 'You've got plenty to amuse you and I'll tell you all about it later.'

Priya whimpered and Kirsty licked her fingers salaciously.

The picture faded to a shot of Kirsty doing her own piece to camera. She was naked or certainly topless, and the shot gave a lovely view of her large breasts with their pierced nipples.

'So, as you can see, while Professor Frost, Sally, I must call you Sally, you're just as much of a horny slut as me; while you were getting dressed up as the latest Mirkadian sex toy at the clothes store, lovely Priya was back at the hotel tied to my bed enjoying a day with her own battery operated sex toy.' She smiled, looking down and cupping her breasts in her hands. 'And this is for you Dr Frost. I like 'Dr' Frost.' She emphasised the title. 'Although perhaps you prefer 'Sir' or 'Master'. She lifted her breasts and began to lick them then slipped her fingers through the piercing rings. Thanks for the suncream.'

Kirsty winked and then the film cut to a shot of her crawling away on all fours, her bottom and pierced sex clearly visible. She looked back over her shoulder and blew a kiss.

'I suppose you're expecting me to get my nipples done too,' Sally said suddenly. She did't look at me.

Given half I chance I would. Now they were healed, I loved to play with her labial and clit piercings.

We were back to Priya, crawling now on all fours, naked and leashed and then out on the streets of Mirkada in full vilisqaz, walking now with more confidence and then in the hotel, kneeling blindfolded and restrained at Kirsty's side, eating from Kirsty's hand; then, a shot in the bedroom of the lovely Indian girl bending over her bowl with her hands tied behind her back, lapping at the contents with her tongue.

This section ended with something intriguing: a collared but otherwise naked Priya lacing Kirsty, dressed in a pink cone bra and knickers, into a matching pink corset and then into a pink single sleeve. 'I hope that is tight enough, Mistress,' Priya said, tying the final lace and dropping unbidden to her knees. 'It will do Slave.' Kirsty wiggled her bound arms. 'Now I want you to kneel in front of the camera and play with yourself until I get back.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Priya turned to face the camera but sadly what happened next had been edited out.

However, there was a final montage from Mirkada: mostly shots of breasts and buttocks, nipple jewellery and butt plugs; Kirsty bending over, the wetness of her knickers obvious; Sally drooling, saliva running onto her breasts, sweat dripping from Priya's nipples as she stood in the pillory; close ups that could surely have added nothing to any documentary on the city that was likely to be shown to most audiences. Though Kirsty had directed them, Briga's servants had done much of the filming; it seemed that perhaps the men of Mirkada were looked at their women as did men all over the world.

Then the film cut to what must have been some mobile phone footage. A brunette in bondage on a leash, walking on toe boots being lead into a bar; she was gagged and blindfolded and had weights swinging from her nipples.

'Oh my God!' Sally sat up stiffly beside me.

The woman knelt on a cushion and the man leading her clipped her leash to the table and went to the bar. The shot changed, a second phone probably; the woman gave a start and then began to squirm as she knelt, rocking slightly on her knees, her nipple weights swinging. The resolution was not as good as most of the previous footage but I thought she was smiling around her gag. She had large breasts supported in the conical cups of her black leather bra and they were thrust forwards because her shoulders were pulled back severely by the strictness of her bondage. As we watched her movements became less subtle, her hips rocking back and forth, her head turning from side to side, her big breasts straining against the confines of her bra, the nipple weights dancing wildly.

The helpless woman was clearly working herself into a frenzy. I could see her mitted hands pulling at the ring that locked them to the front of her body, which, combined with her tightly strapped elbows pinned her arms to her sides. However, it was clear that she wasn't trying to escape her bondage, even though she strained against the straps confining her; she was pulling too, albeit gently, on a chain from her mitted hands that disappeared between her legs linking them to a ring that pierced her clitoris, a ring that I know held a bar that locked her sex closed securing a large vibrating dildo inside her.