STRANGE MEDIEVAL AND OTHER BONDAGE ADVENTURES

                              BY ROD

     The following is pure fiction.  Any hint of factual people, places or happenings is purely accidental.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

     The next morning, Don and I somehow made it through our bathroom chores, each of us periodically getting aroused by the constant contacts between various parts of our bodies.  We again donned the tee shirt and made it downstairs.  Don was all for going out to the shop where he could use tools to cut the collar chain.  Whether he intended to leave me in the handcuffs I didn't know.  But I persuaded him to get some breakfast first since I thought that I could talk Diane into freeing us before mid-afternoon.
     At the table I ended up sitting on his lap trying to ignore his erection which poked up into my crevasse.  Diane and Gloria joined us a few minutes later and enjoyed hearing how our night went.  When I asked about getting loose, they didn't seem inclined to agree until Charlie saved me.  When Jeff arrived, he immediately let Charlie out of his cage, and my little pooch ran over to me excited as usual, expecting to get hugged, patted and played with.  Obviously I couldn't do
any of these, so he started jumping up on us and whining.
     This was too much for Diane who took pity on him and handed Don the keys to the chain, collars and my handcuffs. He left me in the shirt while he ran stark naked upstairs to get dressed.
      The rest of the day passed rapidly.  In the afternoon, I realized that Diane and Gloria had disappeared and went to find them.  As I passed our demonstration, I heard some laughter and on entering, found Gloria kissing Diane who was stretched out in our custom made rack.  I joined them, pushed Gloria aside and proceeded to turn the cylinder at the head of the table until Diane's smile turned into a frown and then a grimace.  Opening her shirt, I pushed her bra up and applied clamps to her nipples as she started begging.  Gloria was a little appalled but didn't interfere. Maybe she also had some things requiring retribution.  I could have prolonged or increased Diane's agony but I really didn't have the heart for it, particularly since I really had enjoyed being locked up with Don.
     Yosh Matsuo, who had spent the night in town, returned in the afternoon and he and I took along walk together so he could tell me all about what was happening at his place in Japan. It was fun being with him and hearing about Kazu, Sachiko, Tomichi and the others.  I also had a chance to complement him on the job he performed on me the previous night.
     Dinner that night went smoothly with everyone relaxed, vocal and full of fun.  Afterwards everybody pitched in to clean up, do the dishes, etc., and afterwards I took Charlie for a walk and put him through his tricks.  Jeff had been teaching him to "heel' and after he had tired of fetching
an old tennis ball, he walked next to my left knee for quite a distance.  It was hard for me to realize that this was our last walk together until after the honeymoon.....and I didn't know how long that would be or where we were going .
     Returning to the house, I found Georgia talking to Clara and Betty.  Diane and Gloria had apparently gone upstairs and the men had gone into town.  If Don returned drunk I was going to kill him.
     Georgia said to me, "Kiko, come on upstairs.  I have something to show you.  And by the way, our bride's maids dresses fit perfectly."
     On entering her room which was fairly large, I found Diane and Gloria, dressed in skimpy shifts, sitting cross-legged on a mattress they had hauled in from their own room.  As they welcomed me, Georgia said, "We want you to sit with us for a while so we can explain the facts of life to you."
     I still didn't suspect anything even when they persuaded me to slip off my shirt and slacks. The next thing that happened was finding myself approached by all three of them, thrown on my back on Georgia's big bed, gagged and spread-eagled using ropes on my wrists and ankles.  I
struggled, laughed, fought and yelled until the gag went in.
     They then ripped off my bra and panties after which they busied themselves, writing all sorts of things on my body using a "permanent" marking pen.  There were arrows to various parts of my anatomy, and instructions meant to educate Don, not that he needed any training.  Then came the tickling, kissing, and probing that got be going but stopped long before any climax.
     Finally they took heed of my muffled pleading, and after making me promise not to yell, they took out my gag.
     "With friends like you three, who needs enemies," I observed.  "Now will you please let me loose so I can get some sleep?"
     "Well, we'll untie you, but only after we do one more thing," Diane said.  She got a thick leather cuff, locked in on one ankle and ran a long chain from the cuff into the adjoining bathroom, locking the end to one of the plumbing pipes.
     As they untied me Gloria informed me that it was bad luck for me to be with Don during the day of the wedding and since the wedding was scheduled for 11 a.m. the 
next day, it was now less than 24 hours away.
     "You mean that you are going to keep me here all night?"
     "You catch on quick," they answered.
     "Someday I'm really going to get even."
     They turned out the lights, Diane and Gloria started snuggling on their bed, and Georgia crawled in with me.  She seemed a little uncomfortable with this arrangement and I tried to get her to unlock my ankle cuff but she said she didn't have the key.  Then I realized that she really was upset about what was happening and we started whispering back and forth.
     "Georgia, it's okay.  I'm not really mad with you all," and gave her a hug which she to a slight degree returned.
     "Kiko, can I ask you a question?"  I nodded my reply
     "I know you love Don and obviously enjoy sex with him.  But you also spent some time with Diane.  Do you get excited with women at times?"
     "To some extent.  How about you?"
     "Yes, sort of.  But then I get confused and wonder whether I should feel guilty.  In my medical work with patients, I have no trouble remaining professional in 
every respect.  But in our training, we students had to examine each other and it got rather personal at times.  This also came up in the research I've been doing with sensory deprivation and when you and I were playing around with the vacuum bed."
     "Georgia, relax and enjoy what ever feelings come your way.  Just remember to remain honest to yourself to others."
     We curled up against each other and I slowly felt her relax....as did  I.  I fell asleep hearing Diane and Gloria giggling and carrying on doing something or other.
     When I awoke, it was getting light outside and Diane was unlocking my  ankle cuff.  She was already dressed.  "Let's go down to the kitchen, Kiko.  I've already made coffee, Charlie is waiting at the bottom of the stairs, it's going to be a beautiful day, and I love you for being such a good sport."
     I quietly got up without disturbing Georgia and whispered, "And you're a conniving, dominating bitch who I love and who will suffer at my hands some day in the  future."
     We had coffee and then went for a run and a swim.  Charlie bounded around us and when we got to the pool, jumped in.  An astonished look came over his face and I realized that this was his first time in the water.  But my fears were unfounded for he dog paddled over to the steps, got out and shook himself, wagging his tail and barking at me.
     When we got back to the house, I asked Clara about Don.
     "Now don't you worry.  Hans has him over in our quarters where he will stay until you two meet at the wedding.  Diane, Leanne, I and the other girls are responsible for you.  Now sit down, eat something and then we'll start getting you ready.  Your hair is all wet and is a mess, so that is going to take some time.  And the caterers want to get into the 
kitchen here pretty soon. Jeff will worry about Charlie who seems to know that something is going on."
     Time seemed to fly by as I was bathed, groomed, make up applied and finally dressed including being laced ever so tightly into the corset.  The gown brought oh's and aw's from the girls and I was more impressed with it that before.  And Leanne then placed sort of a tiara of flowers on my head, attaching the ring to my hair, and then showed me the bouquet of flowers that I was to carry.
     There was a honk from outside and Betty came running up to say that the limo was waiting to take me to the church.  The next few hours passed in a series of beautiful scenes.
Walking up the aisle, seeing Don in his tuxedo, the brides maids looking  beautiful, the ceremony in which I pledged to love, honor, and OBEY, a very warm and prolonged kiss when the minister said, "I now pronounce you man and wife," the reception line with lots of kisses, dancing, eating,
laughter, tears of joy, and then Don and I were running upstairs to change our clothes.
     There he hugged me very close and for a moment I thought he might take me to bed, which would have been fine with me.  Clara and Diane had laid out leather pants, boots, a simple
sleeveless white shirt and leather jacket for me.  Don also dressed casually.  I looked out to see the men tying cans and decorating one of the cars and I said to my new 
husband, "So much for a subtle and quiet get away."
     "Just follow me," he replied.  He led me out the side door, away from the crowd and we ran down a pathway through a tall hedge, where I was surprised to see a helicopter waiting.  A few minutes later we were flying low over the crowd to whom I tossed my bouquet and off we went.  Next stop was Kennedy airport where we landed in a private area, were 
briefly questioned and our passports checked by custom officials, boarded a beautiful Leer jet and were on our way.
     As we rose through the clouds I said to Don, "I love you very, very much.  Now will you tell me where we're going?  Obviously you have chartered this plane just for the two of us, and I'm going to have to teach you how to save money.....but I love it."
     "We're going to England with one stop for fuel in Greenland.  In England we are going to be the guests of a friend who has a real medieval castle and for the most 
part we will be able to come and go as we please.  How does that sound?"
     "Great, but what do you mean by...for the most part?"
     "Two things: one, he may decide to imprison us in his gaol or dungeon, and, two, Rahjiv and Indira Jammer are going to meet us for a few days together.  I'll tell you more about that later.  Right now, I want to show you the back part of the plane."
      And that's where I found a bed with the blankets turned down.  It wasn't king sized but it was plenty big for what followed.  I had one fleeting memory of being with Diane in the back of another plane and being put in a strait jacket, but these thoughts disappeared when Don started pushing all my right buttons.

                          FINAL CHAPTER

     The next two weeks were unbelievable wonderful with only one depressing period. England was great, the daffodils covered the lawns in a carpet of yellow, the old buildings made me understand how young the USA really was, Don and I did spend some time locked in a dungeon, he took some more pictures of me being tortured, I came out one night in my tiger outfit which really turned him on and led to his trying to tame me, and I had an hilarious time, locking his scrotum and penis in the ring given me by Leanne, and then leading him around for several hours until he begged for release.
     It was our time with Rahjiv and Indira that had the depressing moments. 
  The main reason for them being in England was that she had been diagnosed as having cancer of the breast.  The lump had been removed but because some lymph nodes were involved, she had come from India to receive radiation and chemotherapy, both of which had been started by the time we met them.
     She was tolerating this pretty well, and happily the prognosis was fairly good.  But she was losing her beautiful, long hair and was worried that Rahjiv would no longer want to be with her.  I told her I couldn't believe he would love her any less.  But this led to my making arrangements for her to be seen by a well known wig maker who specialized in using human hair to very closely match the person's own.
     So she and I traveled down to London by train, leaving the men at the castle.  We met the wig maker and his team the next morning, and measurements were taken.  He looked at what was left of her hair and the pictures of her before her treatments.  The he  started looking through the collections of hair that had been donated to him.
     He wasn't having much luck and Indira was beginning to get discouraged  until I said, "How about my hair?  It's almost identical to hers, long, strait and black."
     "Oh no!" Indira burst out saying.
     But the wig maker said to me, "Are you serious?"
     And that's how I ended up being shorn down half inch stubble.  By the next morning, Indira was proudly and happily wearing her wig, but was still saying that Don was going to kill us both.  I then dragged her to a section of the city where one could buy practically anything, including exotic fetish clothing and when we departed to go north on the 
train, I looked very similar to some of the girls I had seen in the shops.
     Yes, Don was at first aghast but quickly laughed and was proud of what I had done for Indira.  Rahjiv was doubly grateful.
     So, it was a very satisfying honeymoon, but near the end of our stay, I was anxious to get home and really start our lives together.  I wanted to see Charlie and our friends.  Don sensed this without my saying anything and suggested we return a few days earlier than we had originally planned, which delighted me.
     Arriving back home, safely but tired, we were greeted by the crew enthusiastically. Despite my lack of hair, Charlie seemed delighted to have me back, and the others, after an initial shock, thought I looked great.
     We quickly fell into a daily routine with lots of exercise and some work.  Happily Don was able to spend most of his time out of the city but occasional trips were necessary.  And some times I went with him, attending meetings and trying to look important.  Actually I thought I did contribute from time to time.
     About the third week after our honeymoon, Don was out of town and I took the opportunity to have a general checkup by Ed Lafferty who was now my brother-in-law.  I explained I was feeling a little funny most mornings.
     "Do you think I'm pregnant?" I asked with a smile and explained I had missed a period.
     "It's easy to find out," he replied and did the usual exam and tests.  "Even without the urine test, I think you are indeed 'with child'.  Does this make you happy?"
     I gave him a big hug and said, "Delightfully so.  Just don't tell Sarah or Don until we're sure."
     A few days later, he called to say that the test was positive and I let out a whoop, which happily wasn't heard by anyone except Charlie who immediately ran over and jumped on me.  I shared my secret with him but he didn't seem to understand.
     That night after supper, Don and I took a walk.  At one point he said to me, "Kiko, you seem a little quiet tonight.  Are you okay?"
     "Well, I've been thinking.  Do you think we could get the surgeon who did my eyes to come over from Japan, so he could remove the Teflon strips that were put in?"
     "Sure, but I thought you liked being Kiko."
     "Oh, I do.  And I don't want to be called Pat even if that officially becomes my first name. But as I understand what he told me when he did the operation, the strips can be easily removed, although after this length of time, the shape of my eyes would not return to completely normal.  I would still have somewhat of an Asiatic look."
     "Well, Kiko, I will love you no matter how you look.  But what brought this on?"
     "Don, it's just that I don't want our son or daughter, which ever I'm carrying, to be confused about his parents."
     Don was about to say something else when he realized what I had said.  He stopped, grabbed me, held me very close and said, "You mean....?"
     "Yes," as I kissed him with tears of joy in my eyes.
     Whereas he usually was very much in control of his emotions, he sort of went wild, asking me all sorts of questions about whether I was okay, how did I know, when was 
the baby due, etc. That night when we went to be, he started being very gentle with me but I quickly put an end to that and made sure that we both would be very sore the next day.
     And so began a very different period of my life.