Dan cooked supper while June sat and watched. She had little choice with the chain on her collar anchored to the table and her hands cuffed behind her back. Dan enjoyed glancing at her as he worked, aware of his growing erection underneath the apron he had donned to avoid spitting fat.
When he was ready he poured two glasses of wine and served the results of his work, seared fish with pan fried scalloped potatoes and a tossed salad.
"Are you going to feed me or do I get my hands back?"
"I thought I'd feed you."
"Can I have mayonnaise on the potatoes?"
Dan almost ran to the fridge.
"Dan darling, I am supposed to be the slave, you ought not to run at my every wish."
"You're not a slave, you're a pet," he said, squirting mayonnaise onto the potatoes. "Owners are attentive to pets. Does the mayonnaise remind you of anything?"
She giggled. "I'm deprived of that, Mandy had it all if you remember."
"Would you have preferred it if they'd all come over you?"
She stopped chewing for a moment and ran her tongue around her lips. "I think they call it a blow-bang don't they? Like a gang-bang only all blowjobs. Could you cope with seeing me do that?"
Dan cut another piece of fish, speared it with the fork and fed it to June.
"Would I have to organise it?" he said. "I mean would I be there, joining in?"
"Endless isn't it," she said. "So many questions. You could set it up or I could, but I think I'd like to be in chastity, so no one got tempted to try anything else."
"Yeah but…"
"I want you there, darling. I don't want to do things behind your back, or on camera or whatever. I want you there and if it's not fun for both of us then it goes off the list."
"But do we have to try it?"
"If we don't we'll never know," she glanced for a moment to read his face. "But we don't have to try everything single thing love, though it is cute to think we might. While we're here there is a lot of um, entertainment available. It seems a shame not to use it."
"Said the beautiful sex pet."
"Said the hungry pet. Could you feed me please and play with me afterwards. I got no protein while Mandy was having fun and I was too busy to get much to drink."
"Sorry pet." Dan, looking crestfallen fed supper to June, taking alternate mouthfuls himself. After the fish they had a little ice-cream and then Dan undid the chain and took her to the bathroom. "I'll unlock your belt and bathe you. I bet you're a little sticky."
"Is it going back on for the night?"
"I think so."
"With the plugs?"
"What do you think?"
"That's not fair, you're supposed to be the master. You shouldn't ask me to devise my own punishments."
"Why not? You're the one who got all that expertise behind my back. You're the expert, so you can devise the punishment."
"I might let myself off."
"Maybe, but that would be a good test. I'd be able to tell I think. If you do that I'll know what you think of your behaviour."
She lay back in the bath, closing her eyes and allowing the water to flood all over her. One hand crept down to her pussy mound.
"I'll do that bit."
"Yes master," she said, putting her hands behind her head. Dan washed her, his fingers spreading her labia, letting water flow into her and playing with her anus until he thought she was clean. He pulled her upright and patted her dry before applying moisturising cream all over her. He relocked her hands, attached the chain to her collar and let her out into the living room.
"What you need now is fresh air," he said, leading her out of the chalet into the cool of the evening.
"Where are we going?"
"Where ever I decide," he said, "but it's a secret."
"What?"
"I'll cover your eyes. When we were at the shop I saw this amazing mask, I've been keeping it as a surprise." He delved into his bag and pulled out a black hood, holding it up so she should see the fine lace.
"I'll be able to see through that."
"Not quite. It's a little bit solid in the right places. When we're walking along, you should be able to see the ground, but not much else." He pulled it over her head and stretched it here and there until it was a snug fit, with a hole around her mouth leaving her lips visible.
"Well?"
"I can see the ground and your feet, not much else." She turned to look towards the sunset. "I can see where the sun is." She turned back towards him. "I can make out where you are. Don't do this for too long Dan, you're a shadow of your former self."
Dan laughed, kissed her and laughed again. "Okay, lets go. No rush, we can dawdle."
Ten minutes later they arrived at one of the beach bars. They sat listening to the sea.
"I hope you're getting plenty of jealous lecherous glances." Her voice was soft, warm, no more than a whisper.
"We'll see," he said, putting his bag on the table in front of him and setting the GoPro filming.Her lips nuzzled his ear.
"I thought you said filming was off limits."
"How did you know?"
"I can see the ground," she said, "or your camera in your bag on the table when it's right under my eyes. So tell me clever clogs, am I getting lecherous glances?"
"That's a secret until we get back." Dan locked the chain to the table and stood up to head for the bar.
"Are you going to leave me here like this? What if someone comes?"
"I'll watch."
With the mask on Dan couldn't even tell if she was smiling. He could feel his stomach flutter as he stood up and he knew his heart rate had risen. None of that got any better as he joined the queue at the bar.Why was he doing this? It seemed like a good idea when he set off, but that felt like ages ago and he hadn't thought about getting drinks. There were too many people at the bar. He stood at the side so he could watch the queue and see June. Being out of control, that's what was in his mind, and maybe to teach her it wasn't such a clever idea, or to see how far it could go. How much could she cope with? The queue seemed to be slow, or maybe it was because his pulse was racing. He saw people looking at her, not surprising because she looked stunning but every time anyone walked in that direction he almost died. By the time he got near the bar he'd forgotten what June wanted, he couldn't go back empty handed so ordered a white wine and got himself a double whisky.
As the barman was filling the glasses he saw two guys sit at June's table. There was a brief conversation and then one of them stood up and came close to June. She reached out and took his cock in her hand and then seconds later the other guy approached her other hand.
Dan turned to the barman. "Deux bier encore s'il vous plait." he picked up the glasses in one hand and grabbed the beer bottles in the other, turned and headed back to the table. Amongst the hubbub he couldn't hear what June was saying and with the mask she had no way of knowing he was close. He stopped a yard behind her and by then he'd heard enough words to know they were speaking english.
He stood, waiting and watching until one of them looked at him."You want her to blow you?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
"The guy with the key to that chain."
"Are you crazy?" said the other guy, "leaving a dish like this on her own."
"I wasn't far away and she couldn't go anywhere. You guys should thank me."
Dan almost held his breath after he'd said the words, kept smiling and waited. "Were you serious about the blowjobs?"
"I got you beers, take a seat and lets talk about it. June has the final say." He handed them the beers and sat alongside June, putting the wine glass where he knew she could see it. As the guys drank, Dan relaxed and June began to smile.
"I've had a hard day," she said, her voice sounding strained. "Don’t you guys have girlfriends? Or are you gay?”
They both laughed. “The girls took the night off, too much booze and sunshine.”
“They don’t mind you chatting up random sex slaves?”
This time the laughs were snorts, animalistic grunts, until one of them said, “They’re probably out cheating on us right now.”
June’s voice took on a rough edge. “I guess that’s okay then, but could you guys get by with a rain check. Leave us a number and I'll call you."
"What kind of hard day has she had?" The dark haired guy asked, curiosity infecting his voice.
"How many blow jobs was it Love?"
"Eleven," The croak in her voice got stronger.
"Some of them were bigger than you two. I guess you can hear the after effects. I need a drink and a rest but we're here for a few more days. I really will call you."
"Who were these guys you blew?"
June turned to Dan, clutching her throat as if it was sore, mouthing, “You tell them."
"A couple we met were having a gang-bang for the wife, they needed a fluffer."
"Awesome, and she took eleven guys?" The blond man's eyes were wide open.
"Seven guys but some came round for a second go."
"Still awesome," said the other guy. "So, you want numbers?" June nodded.
A minute later Dan had their numbers in his phone. The guys finished their beers and stood up. June beckoned them towards her chair and as the first got close she reached out, grabbed his cock and pulled him nearer. The other guy got the hint and came close on the other side. A second later she had the first one in her mouth, but only for a second or two.
"A goodbye kiss," she croaked and turned to the other one for the same treatment. When they'd gone she turned to Dan.
"Can we go home or is there something else you want me to do?"
"Home is fine by me. Is your throat that bad?"
"Good isn't it," she said, beginning to speak normally. "I thought you'd like that."
“You were faking it?”
“You’d be surprised what I can fake.”
"Yeah, I bet we have some of those on film. Promise me you won't do that with me."
"Why not?"
"If I can't make you come then I need to know and I need to learn."
"Sometimes it's fun to fake it."
"I'm serious. You're two hundred days ahead of me. You can run rings around me. You have to give me the chance to catch up."
"Dan, finish your drink and take this mask off please. We're done with this game, you need to see my face."
Dan took the key from the chain around his neck, reached the back of the mask and undid the padlock, eased the lace from her head and smoothed her hair back into place.
"Now look at me," she said. "I promise not to fake with you, at least until the end of the year. After New Year's day we're even. I know that's not two hundred days, but it's close and easy to remember."
Everything about her had changed in an instant, her level gaze, standing upright, shoulders back, everything about her said I’m serious. "Got that? Believe me?"
He pulled her into his arms.
"Thanks."
"Okay," she said. "Now we can get on with the rest of our honeymoon adventures, unless you want all the games to stop."
"No," he said. "No need to stop but can we take the rest of the night off. I kind of scared myself back there and my heart needs a rest."
"What happened, I couldn't see, remember?"
"The queue was too long, I left you there, you looked so vulnerable."
"I thought that was the idea." She studied his face for a second then put her ear on his chest, listening, eyes closed, concentrating. "Well," she said. "You were heroic. I never guessed, I thought it was all part of the plan. You can fake as well as me. Take me to bed." She giggled, "We both need the rest."
June insisted on sleeping in the chastity belt. In the morning Dan unlocked her and they did their beach run with yoga before Dan bathed her. She demanded to be locked up again.
"We're way past eighteen hours, how does it feel?"
"I'm horny, but that's not the point. I have a plan for today and I don't want to be distracted."
"When do I find out what this plan is?"
"Carry your phone with you so I can find you and you can do whatever you like for an hour or two. I'll call you when I'm ready or I'll find you with the find my phone thing."
"What do you mean — do what I like?"
"Whatever; do what you like, but don't do who you like, I'll need your energy later. Give yourself a breather, time to think or just sunbathe, but keep your stamina up because when I find you it might be intense. No one can fuck me with this on and I'm not taking a toothbrush, so you can check my mouth when I get back. I have a plan. Relax, go with it."
"How long?"
"I don't know, but not all day, my plan includes you but not at the start. I'll be a couple of hours for sure."
Dan didn't have time to argue before she was out of the door.
"You didn't have breakfast," he yelled as the door closed, but she didn't come back.
"What am I supposed to do, starve till you come back?" he muttered. She said do whatever you like and keep your stamina. That sounded like breakfast was in order, can't have stamina without food. He spent ten minutes making pancakes, set the stack on one side because he preferred them cold and set about cooking bacon. He thought about eggs as well but decided that there was no point in being greedy.
He ate the pancakes, spread with butter that didn't melt because they were cold; added maple syrup, savoured the bacon and had two cups of coffee. After that he had a long shower and then checked his phone in case she'd called. What now? There must be some game she'd imagined or did she want him to miss her. She could be walking along the beach doing nothing, but that didn't seem like her. Did she want to show off her chastity belt without him around? But she'd worn it at Mandy's party and at the beach bar. There had to be some devious plot.
Almost for something to do he got out the camera and played back the last of the recording from Mandy's. He watched as Mandy asked Bob why Dan had a handful of cum.
"I was trying to come on her face but he stopped me."
"But I said I had to have all the cum."
"Yeah well you said you'd punish her. I thought you wanted an excuse. I thought you'd whip her or something."
"And you wanted to see that?"
"Kind of, but more for you. I thought it would be a treat for you."
Dan heard Mandy giggling. "You're a devious bastard aren't you. It wasn't fair though. Dan was a step ahead of you. He's a smart guy and he's got a hell of a wife."
"Sorry, I thought you'd like it."
"I'm going to keep an eye on you," she said. "I think a little whipping would be good for you."
"But I was doing it for you."
"And you failed, so it's only right."
Dan couldn't hear the next part as they moved away from the camera. The tape ran to where Dan reappeared to collect his bag. He turned off the recording, uploaded it to the computer so he could show June later, wiped the card and put it back in the camera. He set the camera to charge, looked around the house for something else to do and found nothing.
Should he go out? June said she'd find him but was that reliable? The laptop was still open on the table since he'd uploaded Bob and Mandy's scheming. He flipped open the New York folder. Did she get better at it? He opened the first file, eight days after she arrived in New York. The wedding picture was on the screen, exactly as she'd said. On this tape he could see her alarm clock on the dresser, eight o'clock.
The sex lasted only ten minutes and with some small talk before and after the man left by eight-thirty. She didn't sleep with him.
He watched the crucial parts again and although her attempts at enthusiasm were clear there was an amateurish flavour to the whole thing. Maybe she was right, she needed to improve.
He skimmed through the files looking for a date halfway through her stay.