Coast to Coast Pt. 03

Mistress found the keyhole on her harness, and clicked it open. I could see that her shield was quite different from mine,

"What do you have here?"

It was difficult for Dawn to describe her predicament, something that obviously made her uncomfortable and suffering, but she gathered enough composure to tell her.

"On the front, there is a surgical steel dildo, with some ledge that lets the urine flow without having to be dislodged."

As Mistress pried open, I could see that, attached to the shield, there was a long steel rod curved upward. I immediately realized that it was positioned where her anus was.

"And here?"

"The inner shield works like a dilator, with some flanges positioned past the sphincter. To the outer shield, there is a rod that inserts and seals the dilator, its end prods the final tract of my lower intestine."

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"Definitely."

"How long can you keep it?"

"Indefinitely. It is safe, from a medical point of view, provided that I clean it thoroughly at least once a day. It makes its presence constantly known."

"Do you have the key?"

"No."

A meter apart from them there was Two, still standing in the middle of the room, silent. From her body language I could see that she was trying to piece the whole conversation. Since she would be on the receiving end of this device, she was more than interested.

Mistress realized it, and came to her. She went directly to her pussy with her hand, as if to evaluate.

"I ordered you not to come, Do you understand it?"

She just nodded.

"Did you hear what the lady said?"

She nodded again.

"Are you ok with this?"

She was trembling with excitement, apparently picturing herself in what she could only hear. Mistress came to her, and changing completely her tone, she whispered in her ear.

"Are you really sure, you want something like that?"

With tears on her eyes, she stood still and then nodded one, two, three times, with growing certainty.

There she was, a girl willing to subject herself to this kind of restraint. All that I had been mumbling about for the last two days, since I had discovered Dawn's situation and being told for whom was the harness designed, now I was looking at a willing slave.

Mistress took her hand from Two's pussy and examined the level of moisture left on her finger.

After that she looked at me directly and told me.

"Why don't you two go on the bed and play, while we are discussing." More an order than a simple suggestion.

Dawn nodded to me and I moved towards the bed, grabbing Two with me. She was still unable to see and so she twitched a little, feeling my hand on her back. With my arms still chained it was not an easy feature to guide her to the bed, conscious as I was that also she could not use her hands properly.

We came to the king size bed at the other side of the suite, and I was still thinking about a whirlwind of things: Two's eager acceptance, Dawn's endurance of the device, Mistress's request for her opinion. There was just so much to digest, and, on top of that I was startled when, once on the bed, Two started to caress me, first with her restrained hands, then with her own tongue.

I must have said before, I have never been too much into women, but once again my own body was surprising me with its reactions. I was beginning to protest, but instead I relented to the waves of pleasure that her skillful caresses were giving me.

I must have been on the edge, because I accepted her moving onto me placing her dripping vagine in reach of my own mouth while she was starting to lick the areas in my own crotch near the shield of the harness.

This was really a first, but again I went with the mood and I could feel excitement rising in me. The panties part of the harness I was wearing was evidently not tight enough to my body, because to my surprise I could feel her tongue insinuating itself between metal and skin. These contacts sent me shivers all around my body, and in response I started to use my own tongue on her outer labias and then further in.

I could hear her moaning from her open mouth, and in a little I could feel myself react in the same way. Then it was like a blur to me, I felt the tip of her tongue probing my nether regions and as I started to buckle in the throngs of passion the harness was fighting my every move, It stopped me from spreading my legs, it impeded from arching my back and the more it forbade me the more I got turned on. In retrospect it was amazing how I could access some kind of brain orgasm without penetration and while giving head to someone else.

I remember that when I came down I felt spent, obviously the day was presenting me its costs and I dozed gently off to sleep.

When I woke up, later, I was surprised by the restraint of the harness still on me, and then I noticed that the room was empty. Except for Two, who was gently snoring beside me, on the bed.

With some difficulty, I managed to get out of the bed, and started to explore the suite. Mistress and Dawn were nowhere to be seen. As I looked about I found Dawn's pad. On an empty sheet there was a note.

"Out drinking with M. Stay safe."

Ok. So I was being left on my own, in another room with a nympho with which I could not communicate, a blind nympho, for that matter. Great, just great.

I stumbled to the bathroom, but without the use of my hands there was little I could do, except maybe shitting myself. No way.

Then I returned to the bed and started to wake Two up. I noticed that we were both smelling of sex, and were in need of at least a shower.

I saw her waking up, surprised to find out that she still had her obscuring lenses on. She tried to speak but that also was impaired, her hand went to her mouth in an involuntary reflex, and I saw that she had the gloves. Useless.

"Ok, if you stand still, I might be able to release the gag. What do you say?"

She simply nodded and went to sit at the edge of the bed. Moving my head sideways, I shuffled near her and found that my right hand found itself at her mouth's height. My fingers went between her open lips, and explored. I had seen the device when Mistress inserted it in place, so I thought I had a clear mental image of it. It was created by two metal arches and some screws on the sides, these arches were shaped to rest between the teeth and push on the upper and the lower part of the mouth. The side screws were in tension so that she could never have opened them using the mouth but my fingers could exert more than enough grip to pry them shut.

It took me some time and effort but in the end I was able to retrieve the thing from her mouth.

"Oh God, thank you." were her first words as she started to move her jaw up and down.

"Well, you are welcome. By the way my name is Monica."

"My name is Two."

"Mistress is not around, your real name, please."

"Stephanie. Where is Mistress? Are we alone here?"

"Nice name, better than Two. Yes we are alone, since your Mistress and my colleague are out to drink."

"Your colleague?" She looked astonished.

I summed up the whole story, the trip from the coast, the exhibition and how I ended up being a model to display the harness.

"I really thought you were her slave."

"Like you?"

"Err... Yes. Sorry, did not mean to offend..."

"None taken, Stephanie, none. Can I ask you something?"

She nodded.

"I will not tell anyone. Are you really ok, with all of this?"

She nodded again.

"Seriously? Why?"

"It's difficult to explain, but I like it. I like the sense of care and attention she reserves me. I have suggested this scenario, I have told her about these."

She showed me her trapped hands.

"I insisted that she closes them permanently until we return home. I like it."

"But you are giving all the power to her, is that right?"

"Yes, that is the point."

The response shocked me at my core. I was not accustomed to not being in control, but yet, right now I was not in control.

"Look, I have a problem. I have to go to the bathroom."

"I do not think I can help you." She put her restrained hands in front of her.

"Well, actually, you could not help me even if your hands are free, since I do not have the key to open the harness to take a piss. Let me check."

I stood up and went to the table. I saw Dawn's pad, but no key. Then I explored the bathroom, in search of ideas and strategies.

"Stephanie, I found how you can help me. Can you?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"In here there are two bathrobes. We could wear them, and then I can guide you to my room. You could then punch the code in the keypad, that right now is out of my reach and then you could help me with the magnet to open this thing. And then I can go to the bathroom."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, the alternative is a royal mess. And also you and I are in dire need of a shower, we reek of sex, literally."

"Ok, then. It'll be fun."

Without letting her wander blindly around the suite, I laboriously got the robes from the hooks they were hanging and carried them to the bed. Then I helped her to put her arms in the robe and then we shuffled to get a sort of knot on the rope.

With a lot of difficulties we put the other robe on me, and I could keep the front sort of locked with my restrained hands.

"Are you sure?" I finally asked, convinced that if Mistress had decided to leave her in the room, this was certainly a sort of rule breaking, which I had forced on her.

"Yes, what could possibly go wrong?"

"Shut up, do not get me started on it."

"By the way, could you please put the gag in a pocket."

Curious about the request, I managed to get hold of it and we went out of the door. She was wearing the courtesy slippers that I had found in the bathroom. Stephanie let out a muffled yelp when she heard the suite door closing behind us.

Since I was the vision compliant one, I steered her to the lift. I did not get the hour, but I thought that we were in the wee hours of the day, so there seemed no one was around the hotel.

The lift doors opened with a chime, and once we went in I guided by voice her stumped hand to push the right button.

That was a glitch in my plan since I did not imagine that it would be so difficult for her to negotiate the right button on the lift pad. And unfortunately, the key pad to access our room was smaller that this one.

I imagine that two girls in bathrobe wandering about a hotel at night was just a sight to see. Imagine if someone was able to discover the other half of the story, well, it would be a show with tickets to sell.

I was not interested in such a show, and neither Stephanie, I thought. For that, I was more than happy to reach the door without any unexpected encounter. It really took a while to direct her to push the right buttons of the lock. And when the door opened with a click, I could see myself ready to address the pressure of my lower abdomen.

As we entered, my eyes started to roam around to try and locate the magnet. I was worried that Dawn had put it somewhere where it would be difficult to retrieve.

"Wherewherewhere... there it is." It was on the table among other products that we picked up from the exhibition.

"Stephanie, could you please come here."

She reached me with tiny steps, unsure of her own surroundings. And once she got to the table, I guided her to pick up with her trapped hands the magnet. And with my voice, I told her the right height where to keep it.

I thought later that it was a risk, had she dropped it, probably we could not be able to get it back.

I moved in her direction with caution, and as the magnet went in contact with the harness in the right spot, in the silence of the room, we both could hear a series of clicks.