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The first thing I noticed when I awoke, is that it was way earlier than I
planned. The second thing was that I had morning wood. The third, and
most urgently important thing was that we forgot to take the stupid
plastic chastity device off of me the night before, and it was a very,
very uncomfortable error on my part. I glanced over at Claire. She was
still wearing the key around her neck, but she was still asleep, a happy
smile on her face as she made cute half noises in her dreams. From the
expression on her sleeping face, I got the impression she was having a
sex dream of some sort. Who was I to interrupt that? So, I waited for her
to wake up, and daydreamed. I played over the events of last evening in
my mind, and found I was eager to experience those feelings again. I
realized I could be happy forever with just Claire and I, but that third
player added so many new layers of joy for Claire, and for me as well,
that we would probably seek that out again in the future even after this
trip. I thought on the future, my thoughts going to the black velvet
covered box concealed in my luggage even now, and the plans I had for
that box later on. I pondered my own future, how far I had come already
from nerdy boring Elliot to the sexy hottie I was seeing myself as now. I
wondered how much further I would go. I wondered how far Claire would
want to go, and what that made for our future. All of that made my
suppressed erection worse, so I decided to concentrate on robot designs
and plans instead. A glimmer of an idea occurred to me, maybe a slightly
smaller scale, but more custom business with a very exclusive clientele
might be in order. It would be something to keep me busy and out of
trouble at least. I began to form plans in my mind, though the details
would certainly depend on how the end of this trip played out.
After what seemed like a couple of years but was likely only a few hours,
Claire started to wake up. I moved a long-nailed hand down, and started
to caress and play with her rings as she started to wake. "Oh, that feels
amazing, Mmmmhhmmm." she murmured, sleepily. I moved my face down to her
moist treasure, and slowly lapped her awake. A few minutes of attention
and she was definitely up, her hips bucking and twitching involuntarily
as I got her ever so close to Cumming. I kept up a steady pace,
concentrating on her ringed clitoris as she arched her back and gasped
"Yesssssss!!!" I kept up my tongue assault, sending wave after wave of
pleasure through her as I ignored my own predicament below. Truth be told
I was very much turned on as well. At last, she lifted my chin away and
brought me up for a deep and soft kiss. I commented wryly "you know, if
you were totally chaste you and I would miss that very much I think".
Claire shivered a bit, but didn't say anything in return, but kissed me
deeper with more intensity. This went on for a very lovely while.
As we finally parted and lay back on our respective pillows, I asked her
if she wouldn't mind handing me the key to my own chastity and the shoes
I was still wearing. Claire's happy smile turned to panic as she realized
my predicament with a succinct "Oh shit!" and she swiftly effected my
release. My member sprang back to life, though it was definitely a bit
sore for now from its overnight stay. Claire kissed it better, and kissed
me all over, paying considerable amounts of attention to my nipples,
sending waves of pleasure down south. "I think my love, that if I wear
one of those again, we are going to need a slightly bigger one. And that
needs deburring." I said, picking at a rough area with my purple metallic
almond shaped nails. Claire nodded, a look of contriteness on her face
"I'm sorry my love, I hope you can forgive me, I never intended you to
wear it that long and I should have taken more care to check it. Can you
ever forgive me?" she repeated, her eyes pleading. I kissed and hugged
her, and petted her hair, and told her there was nothing to forgive.
After we made out a few minutes more, our actual alarm went off, so we
decided to hit the showers together to get ready for the day. One brief
shared shower that ended up suspiciously long later, we sat in our terry
robes together out on the breakfast nook, enjoying the room service
breakfast that had just arrived. It was one of the best strawberry cream
cheese blintzes I have ever eaten, and Claire and I nearly swooned as the
fine French cooking went down. We soon got down to business of getting
ready for another trip down to the Expo floor.
This time, Claire opted for more of a submissive look. We swapped over
the blue and black leather collar I wore yesterday to her neck, added a
flowing pink tutu and a set of recently acquired breast chastity cups
over her jumper from yesterday. Her arms would later go in the same
armbinder from yesterday as well, while I had a new pair of arm length
gloves that matched my trans flag themed striped socks, and another baby
doll shirt, this time a black one reading "Feminization Nation" with a
MTF transgender symbol in the background in silver. My face chains were
reduced by one to just my right side, this time running from my corner
lip ring to my ear directly. A pair of silver skull dangly earrings and
matching hair clasps completed the look. The makeup was similar again,
with some variation in our fake tattoos, and this time a shimmery purple
metallic lip for me. Claire opted for the black lips this time, which
looked stunning on her as well, though I secretly liked her usual red a
bit better. I found Claire's riding crop from the day before, helped her
into the arm binder, which she then surprised me by converting into a
behind the back prayer style arrangement. I was floored that she could
even bend like that. "Years and years of yoga." she answered the unasked
question of how??? with a wink. We both wore standard plugs this time.
The trip down to the convention center was largely the same as yesterday,
and we saw some familiar characters on the way down in the procession of
kinksters filing in. I waved, and Claire curtseyed at some of the people
who had taken pictures of us yesterday, and they asked for additional
pictures again today. We both had our new vendor badges Patricia had
provided us on display, and found that they granted us additional perks
at some of the booths we visited. We soon had a small collection of
exclusive collector pins and even a few limited-edition toys to add to
our ever-growing pile of goodies.
Claire indicated she wanted to swing through the rest of the Adult
entertainment star displays. We wandered around taking a look at the
areas we had missed. Claire got a very sexy photo with a very muscled
male cabaret dancer style star, one of her legs resting on his shoulder
in a massive splits as he dipped her backwards as in a dance. I took a
silly photo with him as well. We had a good laugh comparing them
afterword's. We saw pretty much everything else that was on offer, and
had a great time exploring.
After a while we found ourselves wandering past Patricia's booth. She was
working and promoting her film, still dressed in the same outfit, and had
a huge line, so we intended on walking by with a wave and a smile to let
her work, but she saw us and Claire's new outfit in particularly, and
waved us both over. To our surprise she gave us both a deep French kiss
right there at the booth. As she broke the kiss, she stepped back and
looked at us both. "Wow, you both look so yummy! I hope we are still on
for tonight? We both blushed, and nodded. Patricia beamed. Excellent,
I'll see you there. Oh, before I forget!" she waved over another stunning
looking lady dressed in a similar faux sci-fi uniform. The new lady said
"Haloo!" with an accent I later learned was Swedish. Patricia continued
"This is my dear friend and coworker Annelie. She's like Elizabeth and
me, but she's had a bit more work done below. She's going to be around
this afternoon, and we were wondering if you might like to play with her
as well as me?"
Claire and I looked at each other and smiled, and said "we'd love to!"
almost in unison. Patricia said "Wonderful, it's a date!" and Annelie
kissed us both softly on the cheek. We blushed, said our goodbyes and
headed off to see more. For lunch Claire and I sat in on a presentation
on the mythology of historical Victorian era sexual mores. I slowly fed
her bites from an ice cream Sunday. She seductively licked the Sunday off
the spoon as she went. I was very glad I was no longer wearing the little
chastity cage. As it turns out, the presentation was actually quite
interesting, and we ended up learning quite a bit. Also getting a few new
ideas.
We wandered around a bit more, and saw most of what there was to see. At
one point our vendor badges got us into a demonstration tent where
various new sex toys were being tested on willing participants behind
closed tented walls. This got our pulses racing, as we watched more than
a few lovely ladies and gentlemen brought to orgasm, lab coated
technicians monitoring their reactions. We noticed one very early-stage
transsexual girl strapped down to a gurney, knees down. She noticed us
and waved us over with her head. "Hey, watch me get milked, this is so
cool!" the unnamed girl said with enthusiasm. I was confused, her small
breasts didn't look big enough to have much in the way of any mammary
gland growth yet. Claire's eyes though got really wide, as something
clicked in her brain. She shivered a bit. The lab technician picked up
what looked to be a long but not particularly large dildo with several
curious metal plates embedded in the side. A long wire led to a box
similar to the back massager Claire had picked up yesterday. The dildo
was lubed up and then slid into the willing test subject with a short
happy gasp. The technician positioned a medical beaker under the new MTF
girls still soft but slowly hardening penis, to catch any fluid. Ah.
Milking. Ok, things made a bit more sense to me at last, but I wasn't
sure what was going to happen next.
Apparently, what was going to happen next was the technician pushed a
button. A small red light came on. The technician turned a small dial
from 0 slowly up to around 7. There was an immediate reaction from the
test subject as her ass clenched, her breathing got heavier. The
technician turned the dial up to 10, and in a matter of seconds we heard
a "plop" as the largest continuous stream of cum I have ever seen filled
the beaker below out of the still mostly soft penis. That was followed by
several more streams, and then the technician turned off the machine and
withdrew the probe. Claire had that look in her eye she gets when she is
really, really turned on, and I saw she was slowly dragging her teeth
over her lower lip again as the process continued. Afterwards, when the
young transgender woman was a bit more recovered, Claire asked "What was
it like?" The sweating girl looked up and said "Amazing! You hardly feel
a thing and then all of the sudden you shoot a huge load without hardly
any feeling. You feel an emptying, but no orgasm, no release! It's such a
cool feeling! I can stay horny all the time like this! You should try
it!" I shivered a little. It turns out they were indeed selling these
milking wands, and Claire looked like she wanted one, so we said our
goodbyes to the test girl, and acquired one. I was certain I would be
seeing it again soon. I wasn't really sure how I felt about that.
We visited everything else we wanted to see. The last booth worth
mentioning is a new one that I hadn't seen yesterday. It was simple,
almost spartan. What caught my eye was the name. "The Old Operaty -
Bespoke voluntary surgical scenes and sessions" A simple book of
procedure pictures sat folded on the table. Claire indicated she wanted
to see, so I slowly turned the pages. She started to fidget as we viewed
the pages. They started out simple, with scene breast implant procedures
and simple body piercings and modifications, and slowly got heavier. The
last page showed what looked to be a castration in progress, with the
words "This, and more!" in bold letters below. This time I fidgeted.
Claire and I asked questions of the two booth staff, both wearing doctor
smocks. The larger man, wearing a nametag that said "Doctor X" answered
most of them, with what turned out to be a German accent. Yes, what they
did was legal in Estonia where they were based, yes, they did all sorts
of work, and to answer Claire's almost whispered question, they did
indeed do Castrations. I fidgeted some more as my traitorous penile
member seemed to be very interested in the destruction of its own ammo
supply. I asked for a card, and the second woman in the booth, wearing a
name tag "Nurse Betty" handed me a card flat on her 8 fingered, thumbless
hands. I stared for a moment, as did Claire. I took the card. "is that
your work?" I asked, with a gulp? Claire seemed enthralled. "But wha,
why would you do that to yourself? Doesn't that make everything you do
more difficult?" I asked again. Nurse Betty nodded. "I had it done
because I wanted to. Klause gets such a charge out of seeing me like
this, and it was a rush to change myself from what society sees as normal
and correct just because I could. But mostly because it turns Klause on
sooo much now when we play." I nodded, I could sure as hell identify with
that thought given my own changes. Nurse Betty went on. "and it really
doesn't hinder me all that much. Writing with a pen, makeup all take more
effort, but I can still type and work without too much effort. Opening
jars is a bit of a pain now though, but Klause here does all that for me.
She patted Doctor X's hand, his thumb idly brushing her missing digit
spot with a grin. Claire and I both exchanged a look that was hard to
identify, many thoughts swirling in our brains. As we left, Claire just
whispered "Wow".
We headed once more back up to our hotel suite and got ready, both Claire
and I still more than a bit turned on from our adventures, but even more
turned on by what was yet to come that evening. We worked in an unusual
silence, I brushed Claire's long red and green hair as she freshened her
makeup. I caught her staring at her own hands more than once, but she
just smiled. She noticed me glancing down at my own crotch as well.
Finally, she spoke "Are you thinking about it, about what it would be
like? What life would be like without your balls?" I flushed beet red,
and nodded. I shrugged, and we went back to getting ready. As we headed
out the door, Claire whispered in my ear "there's no hurry you know, but
if you ever did, I think that would the sweetest, hottest thing anyone I
know has ever done." I shivered and kissed her on the cheek. She giggled.
As the elevator door closed, I paused to gently leer at my girlfriend as
I looked her up and down. Claire had opted to keep the arm binders in
place for the start of our 4 way this evening. She looked delicious. I
pondered how many people you had to add to a sexcapade before it
technically went from an "some" to a straight up Orgy. Claire stuck her
tongue out at me and called me a goofball.
Patricia and Annelie were waiting for us when we arrived this time, both
dressed in matching silk robes. I could tell they had been getting some
of the foreplay out of the way while waiting for us. They greeted us
warmly with passionate kisses, First Patricia, then Annelie. We shed our
own clothes, as far as we could at any rate without removing Claire's arm
restraints, so her lovely breasts and moist pussy were free, but her back
door was inaccessible for the moment due to the jumper. As we kissed one
another and began to fondle breasts and pet one another, I suggested to
Patricia that Claire might need to show her the difference in oral
technique between hers and my own. Claire thought this was a fine idea,
and quickly started to suckle Patricia's growing member as only she
could. I turned to Annelie and asked if I could have the pleasure of
eating her out? She quickly agreed and I dropped to my knees side by side
with Claire. Annelie opened her robe, and displayed a stunning hairless
Post-operative pussy, complete with labia lips and a small clitoris. I
began exploring with my tongue. The taste was different than Claire's
flower, and less moist, but seemed very sensitive. I found that I missed
Claire's rings and piercings, but I was definitely enjoying this new
experience. Soon Claire and I were in a race to see who could make our
current partner Cum first. Claire was the odds-on favorite, but I had a
few tongue tricks up my sleeve as well, or would have if I was wearing
any clothes at least, and we soon reached our destination. It turns out
that Claire was actually not quite able to fully deep throat Patricia's
large member as I had been able to, but she still licked circles around
me when it came to technique, and Patricia moaned and clenched just
before a very vocal Annelie started voicing "Oh, Oh, Oh, Alskar!" which
apparently meant something in Swedish. When she came, it was a small
flush of cum that dripped down inside her love tunnel. It tasted
different than my own or Patricia's, and had a little thinner
consistency, more sweet than salty. I licked her clean, then shared a
kiss with Claire, tasting some of Patricia's seed as well. Patricia and
Annelie both grinned, and also began to make out.
Next, we decided that it was only fair that Patricia get a chance to fuck
my lovely Claire while I tried out Annelie's surgical neovagina, so we
could compare. For Science of course! My penis was very much turned on
from our escapades just before, and Patricia was a very rapid recovering
lover, so we were soon ready to go. In direct comparison, I was not so
large as Patricia, as the hormones had started to shrink my member after
all these months, but I was still plenty larger than the average, and I
quickly set to introducing ms happy to Annelie's moist flower. Patricia
and I soon set into a rhythm, gliding in and out of our respective
partners. I found Annelie's love tunnel to be narrower, but not nearly as
firm or toned as Claire's exquisite specimen, and not so deep. She needed
some lubrication as we fucked, but seemed to be very responsive and
pleasured as I continued my efforts. From time to time, I caught a
glimpse of Claire out of the corner of my eyes, her own eyes rolled back
in pleasure. In another place I might have been jealous, but I knew
Claire's Heart was mine as I was hers, and I was just happy she was
getting the ride of her life from one of her favorite porn stars. Annelie
was quickly also becoming a favorite of mine. I was amazed as she
clenched and started to scream "I'm Cumming!!!" Claire quickly followed
her lead, as did myself and Patricia. Patricia then began to clean out
Annelie, as I lavished similar attention to Claire with my own tongue. I
found I was really starting to enjoy the taste of cum more and more. I
worried aloud that I might be getting addicted to this. The other three
ladies laughed and grinned at me.
We fucked and sucked and played through the night. Patricia and I did
indeed show Claire what a spit roast was once we finally let her out of
her arm bindings, myself in her mouth, and Patricia deep up her ass.
Annelie also got her turn. I also got fucked up the ass by Patricia once
more while Claire and Annelie traded off fucking me from the front. This
time when Patricia came, I was able to emulate Claire all those weeks ago
and trap her seed up inside my ass with a tight plug. In the end, three
ways of all sorts occurred, and we were all well satisfied when we
collapsed in the giant bed of the suite, completely spent. We ordered a
light fruit plate from room service, along with some Wine and cheese, and
relaxed. Annelie and Patricia asked if we wanted to stay the night, and
we quickly agreed. I mentioned to an in the dark about it Claire that we
had a bit of an adventure planned for the next morning out into the
French countryside, which worked out well because Annelie and Patricia
both had some sort of press event that was going to occupy their entire
evening. They did both invite us to the end of expo wrap party and
afterparty the following night, which we were very much looking forward
to as well.
It was odd but strangely calming to sleep in a bed with 4 people once,
and we found ourselves tangled up in all sorts of positions the next
morning. Patricia and Annelie had to go get ready for their booth work,
but we had time for Claire and myself to give them both a parting blow
job, this time Claire eating out Annelie while I once again swallowed
Patricia's seed. We cleaned ourselves up, said our goodbyes for now, and
got ready to head back up to our own room. On the way out, we exchanged
contact information, and invited them both to stay with us if they were
ever in the area. Patricia asked what plans we had for the day on our way
out. I stopped, whispered in her ear, and grinned as her eyes got really
big and shiny and she smiled at Claire. Annelie looked puzzled, and
Patricia whispered in her ear as well. She soon had a similar grin on her
face. Claire looked at me puzzled and bemused. I put my finger to my lips
and said "SHhh! It's a secret!"
We soon found ourselves once more in our room. I looked at the time, and
told Claire to hurry and get dressed in clothes suitable for a picnic
adventure. She raised a perfect eyebrow at me, as I shooed her into the
bathroom to change with a quick kiss. I changed into a nice sundress in
red and green pastel colors that Claire had once mentioned she
particularly liked how it looked on me. I changed my shoes out for
practical hiking shoes, checked my purse to see if the velvet lined box
was where it should be and wrapped up in a light sweater with a big
picnicking hat specially purchased for today on my head. Claire soon
found herself with a similar hat, and the hotel room service delivered a
fully equipped picknick basket. We took that down to the lobby, hand in
hand, where a Rolls Royce hire car awaited us. Picnic basket safely
stowed; we took a short drive out into the French countryside. Claire
could tell I was a bit nervous about something, and asked where we were
going. I told her she was going to have to wait and see, but it was a
surprise I had been planning for weeks, and one I hoped she was going to
really like.
We soon pulled up next to a slightly overgrown, obviously somewhat
abandoned brick building. Claire looked puzzled, until she noticed a bit
of paint with the word "Bertoulii" on the side. "is, is that... is that
the Paris Bertoulii factory?" she asked, excitedly. I nodded. "it sure
is! I did some research, and it turns out Bertoulii had a main plant in
Italy, but also this one in Paris, and this one is where your coffee
maker was made." She squeeled and hugged me, a quick kiss on the cheek my
reward. "Come on, we have a tour waiting!" I replied, taking her by the
hand.
It turns out that the factory had become a bit of a museum, and there was
a local preservation staff and even a gift shop around the back. Maurice,
the museum director had arranged to give us a personal tour in exchange
for a pair of his own Bertoulii V intermix rings to display, and luckily,
I had a set that escaped the fire. Claire was in heaven, firing questions
at Maurice a mile a minute as we toured the damaged factory. I wasn't
much up on coffee machine history, and it seemed like the two of them
were speaking a foreign language, but Claire looked very happy. We
concluded the tour with a stop in the museum proper, where we picked up
numerous souvenirs for the cafe back home. I picked up a particularly
nice coffee mug for Cheryl, as she had been instrumental in helping with
this day and I figured she would like a souvenir as well.
After a while, we said our goodbyes to the museum. Claire kissed me on
the mouth and whispered "Thank you!" as we retrieved our picnic basket
and wandered over to a nearby park. I slipped the driver of our hire car
some money and told him to go grab some lunch and meet us back here in a
couple of hours. We set up our picknick in the shade of a huge oak tree,
with a stunning view down a hill towards a nearby river. Small boats
drifted lazily by in the distance, and the Bertoulii coffee machine
factory visible in the distance. It was perfect. I couldn't imagine a
better spot, or a better day. After we ate a couple of sandwiches and had
a bit of wine in us, I had Claire stand up and walk a short distance with
me, ostensibly to get a better view of a sailboat down on the river. As
she stood, I stopped her with a raised manicured hand, and slowly got
down on one knee. I removed the velvet box from behind my back, and
opened it, the sun glinting off a platinum ring set with gems inside.
Claire gasped. I said "Claire, you are the love of my life, and I love
every minute I am with you. We met due to a ring on a coffee machine, and
it seemed fitting that I offer you another ring here today to show my
love for you. You are my light and my heart, and I never want to let you
go." I paused, more nervous than ever. I gulped, then continued. "Claire,
honey, will you marry me?"
To be continued... (Just kidding)
Claire squeeled with delight, snatching the ring and placing it on her
delicate finger with a resounding "yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!!!" She
jumped up and down with glee, then hugged and kissed me deeply. Soon she
was admiring the ring. She hadn't yet noticed that the velvet box was
suspiciously large for just a ring, and wasn't yet empty. The ring itself
was platinum, with a green oval emerald and two diamonds arranged like
fins of a sci-fi rocket ship. It took Cheryl a couple of weeks' worth of
hinting that she was going to get married to her own boyfriend and needed
help with picking out a ring to ferret out what Claire's own ring
preference would be if anyone ever popped the question, but I later found
out that Claire hadn't suspected a thing. She thought the ring was
perfect, and kissed me again. Before we got too lost in making out, I
gently stopped her and pointed to the now discarded box. Quizzically, she
picked it up, and finally noticed the weight. She raised her eyebrows at
me, and lifted the now apparent second flap. Underneath were 6 pinky
thick short rods, with a thicker mid-section and outer flared pieces
seemly attached by a shaft. There was an intricate C shaped keyhole in
each end. A matching C shaped key, topped with a heart sat in the tray,
along with a curious U-shaped curved metal piece with a pin through the
middle and a hole at the top. The U-shaped piece was suspiciously just
large enough that it might cover a particularly excited clitoris. All of
the pieces were set with gems matching the rocket on her ring. Claire's
eyes got really big as she worked out what the hardware was. She kissed
me deeply once more, her eyes shining with happy tears and said "Thank
you!"
We sat down on the picnic blanket, and ensuring no one was nearby, Claire
quickly pulled down her panties and fitted the clit shield over her
clitoris. It locked into place quickly, thanks to the measurements I had
taken when she was asleep weeks ago. I showed her how the key could
release the shield and the ends of the labia lock posts. I had brought
the necessary pliers to remove her rings with us, and we soon had all 6
posts locked through the grommets in her labia lips, sealing her closed.
I had never seen Claire so wet, but she just shivered and shook her head
when I suggested I lick her out before we locked her up for a while. She
extracted the key, then placed it on the necklace chain around my own
neck. I let her know that there were keys in the safe deposit box as
well, and that the lock could be easily picked if it were lost. She
frowned a little at that, but quickly recovered. That day, she gave me
the best blowjob of my life up until that point there in that French
field, and had me make love to her fine posterior until I came. She
shivered as she fingered her own blocked clit as I worked, and looked
behind at me and whispered "Thank you, I love you!". We got cleaned up
again just before the driver returned, and headed back into Paris. Claire
had a dreamy, satisfied look on her face as we drove back. We idly
started discussing wedding ideas. Claire alternated looking at her new
ring, and idly pawing at her skirt front over her newly chastised clit.
The future had certainly just taken an exciting turn, and I couldn't wait
to see what was next for us!
To be Continued.
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