On the Riviera-19
Just about on schedule Mrs. Wilson and Brandi made their appearance on
deck. About a dozen guests were in attendance, split fairly even between
male and female, with of course the two gay males. They were sitting in
chairs in the large open area right beneath the bridge, three or four
deckhands were standing in the general area. Most were wearing either
swimwear or shorts, except for Rob Wilson, who was nude. Also nude and
laying bound, hand and foot at the feet of one of the gays was Johnny,
his head was covered with a black hood with open slits only at the nose,
his penis was held in check by a male chastity device made of metal.
Wilson was leading a naked Brandi by a leash attached to the leather
collar around her neck. The beautiful young girl was on her hands and
knees, metal bracelets around her wrists were attached by a twelve inch
chain, on her feet she wore white high heeled pumps, one of Rob's
fetishes, her mouth was stuffed with blue material, held in place by a
white scarf.
The crowd murmured as they approached, Brandi's pace limited by the
restrictive chain between her wrists. Her head was low, her magnanimous
breasts whipping and bouncing unheeded as she crawled on hands and
knees. When they were some ten feet from the guest of honor, Wilson
yanked on the leash, the young beauty coming to heel by the old lady's
left leg. Wilson unhooked the leash from Brandi's collar and as one
would have a puppy, go fetch, she pointed to her husband.
Brandi didn't hesitate, she continued her arduous trek until she was at
the feet of Rob Wilson. She could see that the old man was over seventy,
but unlike his skinny wife, was actually in pretty good shape for his
age, he was probably a pretty nice hunk at one time. Brandi tried not to
look at his cock but knew that she would shortly become very intimate
with it, it was flaccid and spongy lookng, not something that she would
want to suck on or have stuck in her pussy, both of which were distinct
possibilities. Old Rob was not the least bit embarrassed with what was
going on, he had been in many similar situations during his time,
especially with a dominatrix for a wife.
Rob reached behind the blonde's head and unfastened the scarf holding
her gag in place and removed the blue material from Brandi's mouth, he
received the response that he totally expected.
"Thank you Mr. Wilson."
Rob unfolded the blue material and held up the pair of blue panties for
all to see, pointing to the monogrammed initials.
"B. C. Beatrice Wilson."
The crowd clapped, Rob winked at his wife. He then looked at Brandi and
smiled.
"Don't be bashful darlin."
