Walking the tightrope
Waiting for a clinic appointment gave us some breathing space. I guess we could have found somewhere we could walk in right away, but I preferred some privacy so we booked online. I said we'd take a cancellation if one came up.
Thursday morning we went to a sex shop looking for things to keep us entertained until the clinic came through. It turned out to be an adventure which left both of us wondering why we'd never done it before.
"I see what you mean about a getting out of a rut," I said as soon as we were confronted with all the toys for adding entertainment to sex.
"Mmmm," she said, giggling, squeezing my hand, "This place is definitely not a rut."
"On the contrary," I said, feeling the need to sound witty and confident, "it appears to be dedicated to rutting."
“Very funny.”
“Can I choose your belt?”
“And vice versa?”
In for a penny, I thought. This had to be about trust. If we lock each other and swap keys we’d have to trust each other.
“Okay,” I said, still a little hesitant. “Remember yours is a punishment, whereas mine is me showing you moral support and if that sounds as though I'm in two minds it's because I am."
"Do you have any measurements? I'd hate to get something that would hurt you."
"I don't have a clue."
Carol laughed. "What a pair, we fall at the first hurdle. We should have brought a tape measure.”
We strolled around the shop, trying to avoid giggling at our incompetence and avoiding being too shocked at what we saw. There were no tape measures visible. We left the shop in search of a haberdashery. The sex shop was on an out of town trading estate so we ended up taking half an hour to find somewhere that sold more conventional apparel and a tape measure.
“Find somewhere private we can park,” Carol said when we got back in the car.
“Why?”
“Find somewhere and you’ll see.”
Early afternoon on a weekday, where the hell could we go? The sex shop didn’t close for hours, so there was no urgency. Time enough to drive a few miles. I headed out into the country trying to remember a little wood off the beaten track.
I had a vague memory of taking a girlfriend there years ago. That was back before satnavs and I had no idea what the place was called. I didn’t even know if it had a name. I should have told Carol to drive, made her responsible for finding a place instead of putting pressure on myself.
Luckily back in those days, I was good at navigating and in twenty minutes I had us rolling down a track that I knew had a little lake and a clearing at the end. With luck, we wouldn’t find any fishermen.
“Perfect,” she said when I parked by the water, “you’re going to love this.”
I hadn’t a clue what she had in mind but she was out of the car in a few seconds and around my side before I’d got the engine stopped. She hauled the door open and half pulled me out of the seat, grabbing my legs and swinging them out of the car so she could attack my crotch from where she was kneeling on the grass.
She had my belt undone and the zip down one-handed while she was unbuttoning her blouse.
"What are you doing?"
"It's no good measuring you while you're excited. I'm going to empty those balls and then we should swim. You need to shrink before I measure you."
I pushed her back and started to get out of the car.
"We should make it fun," I said, dropping my trousers and starting to get naked. There was no sign of anyone around, so why not.
"Good boy," she said and dropped her skirt. We were both naked in half a minute.
"Remember your rules," she said, "this has to be a hand job."
“I know we’re not fucking but what about a blowjob?”
“No, if we’re playing safe it’s only fair to cut both ways.”
"What about tits," I said, I knew I had to keep calling the shots.
"Oh yes," she said. "When did we last do that?"
"You did it with Jay on Monday."
She stood up for a second, looking at me carefully but not letting go of my cock.
"I've never actually done it with you have I... Oh shit. Are you keeping score?”
“Score of what?”
She looked up at me. “All the things I did for them and not for you.”
“I have the tapes but I don’t know what went on before.”
For a second she hesitated.
"Before?"
"I don't know when you started with Dean and Jay. I read your diary but that wasn't like movies and I doubt if it was comprehensive, and who knows what or who you did before Dean and Jay."
"No, there wasn’t anyone else," she said, “I've put everything between us in doubt, haven't I? Yeah, you've every right to ask." She looked up at me, her gaze searching my face, looking for confirmation I guess.
“It was only them," she said. "It was only ever them and no one before."
Another long pause, looking at the ground and eventually back at me.
"I, um, well... If it had gone on there might have been more, Jay talked about some of his friends but I pushed back. It was supposed to be fun, not taking over my life..."
She stopped again. "Damn. I’m not going to let this get to me,” she said, her face tightening a little. “Anything you think of, or remember, or wish for, I owe you, right? I let them do whatever they wanted, so I owe you the same. Not just what they actually did, I gave them a blank cheque, so you get the same; anything you think of, whatever, whenever.” She took a deep breath. “You want a tit fuck, it’s all yours but it may be tricky, it's so much easier on a bed but we’ll have to make do with the ground, grind me into the mud, I deserve it."
There was mud, and by the time I'd gotten hard enough and worked my way between her tits she was a filthy mess. My knees were covered in the same goo but we did it, I came between her tits, shooting all over her chin. We ended with both of us screaming with laughter.
The water in the pool was freezing, but we had to get the mud and everything else off and I sure as hell had shrunk by the time we were clean. We had no towels so kind of shook ourselves dry and ran around to get warm. She measured me while I was shivering and shrunken.
"Don't buy something that tight," I said, "I need a bit of slack, I'm doing this to help remember."
I measured her, naked in the forest, wild, primitive and seductive.
On the way back to the sex shop we stopped for a coffee to warm up some more and then set about our purchases, each keeping secret what we'd bought until we got home.
With the two of us naked again but in our own bedroom, I realised that I'd need another cold shower before we tried fitting anything. That got me an extra treat, a shave and a careful, delicious handjob with a lot of lotion before a hot shower, followed by a cold finish.
I towelled off and came back to the bedroom to find Carol still naked with the device wrapped in a black cloth in one hand and a hood in the other.
"Put this on," she said. When I had it over my head and pulled down so that I couldn't see a thing. She laid me on the bed and applied some more lotion around my cock and balls before I felt the first touch of metal.
I'm no expert on these things but what I felt was something with a hinge that folded around the important bits and, lay close to my belly. It closed with a click. After that, I felt metal sliding over my cock and the two metal objects came together with another click and then a third click.
"Stand up," she said. "Oh, I love that. It looks amazing."
"What are you doing with the key?"
"Hanging it around my neck. That's the right thing to do, isn't it, or should I put it on my anklet?"
"The anklet, unless it’s huge. But there'd better be a spare."
She led me to to the full-length mirror and then pulled the hood off. I don't know what I expected but somehow seeing the cage in position and feeling its weight was sexy in a weird way. Carol liked the look; was that a good thing? Right then, I had no intention of making this a permanent part of my wardrobe.
I twirled around once or twice like a fashion model, figuring I might as well milk it for all it was worth before it was Carol’s turn. She hugged me, a long hug, must have been at least a minute.
"It's your turn," I said.
She giggled.
"If you're thinking of changing the deal," I said, "then I'm going to fetch my hacksaw."
"It is tempting. I never realised how sexy it is to have a man under control like this."
I watched as she fixed the key to her anklet.
"You'll have me in a collar and on a lead next."
"Mmmm," she said. "Maybe one day, but don’t fret love, we’re learning this together."
Carol moved over to the mirror and then stood back pointing to the spare key that she'd taped to the top corner.
"I'm going to shower and get rid of any pond slime before I let you loose on me."
I was impressed with her trick of using the hood on me and wished I had something equally original. I could use the same hood, and maybe that was the simplest thing, owning up to her originality and insisting on it being a fair exchange. I had a different surprise up my sleeve so settled for the hood.
When she came out of the shower I made sure she was dry all over.
"The hood was a good idea," I said, "imitation is the best kind of flattery," and put the hood over her head.
I stood behind her, pulled her arms back and slapped self-locking cuffs onto her wrists.
"Hey?" she said.
"All part of the surprise," I said
I wrapped the belt around her waist and hooked on the rear part, swung it between her legs and before she could move I slid a very well lubricated vibrator into her pussy and clamped the under part of the belt at the front. I hooked a padlock into the clasp and locked it. Matching step for step what she'd done with me I took her to the mirror and stood her in front of it. I taped her spare key onto the other side of the mirror, trying to make it symbolically symmetrical.