Living Their Fantasies in Paris

Continues from part seven

Part 8

(Day 26)

Cindy woke up with the damn power cord wrapped around her ankle. Rob must have plugged her in after she fell asleep. She still couldn’t believe that she had to be plugged in like her phone to recharge each night. She twisted around and tried to unplug the connector, but with her limited flexibility and her long nails she just couldn’t seem to reach it properly to disconnect it. She cursed, and woke Rob, even though she didn’t really mean to.

“What’s the matter hon?” he mumbled, still not fully awake.

“I can’t unplug my stupid power cord, and I have to go to the bathroom.” She was frustrated and it showed in her voice. That got Rob moving and in no time, she was on her way.

After emptying her bladder, using her little penis and sitting sideways on the toilet, Cindy came back out so Rob could have a turn and she could get out of her outfit and head back in to perform her morning ritual.

While Cindy was cleaning herself, inside and out, washing her catsuit and putting on her makeup, Rob called downstairs and located a seamstress nearby.

When Cindy came out, he helped her don the white catsuit, under-bust corset and white hoof boots. Soon all were in place, tightly laced and securely locked.

Cindy pulled a red dress over the top and they were ready to go.

She was surprised though, when Rob picked up a big shopping bag that was packed full.

“What’s in the bag?” She asked as they walked out the door.

“The dress you wore to the party and several others. I got the name of a local seamstress from the front desk. We’ll take them to her and have holes installed for your tails. They’ll be just like big button holes.”

Cindy was not pleased. Not only because the dresses would be ruined, but the implication was that she would be wearing them with the tails locked in place on her rump and sticking out for all to see.

They stopped in at one of their favorite cafés for breakfast and during the meal, Cindy began working on Rob. “You know I don’t like the idea of ruining my dresses, so I can wear a silly tail out in public, that I don’t want to do in the first place.”

“We’re not ‘ruining’ these dresses. We’re tailoring them to fit your cute and sexy new tails.”

Cindy was a bit put off by his stern tone. So far, the only time she’d seriously pushed back against something he’d asked of her, he’d forced the issue by controlling her vibrators. She hadn’t liked that one bit, and she didn’t want a repeat performance. She was afraid though, that the time would come when he would want her to do something that would be so over the top that she would have to refuse, and stick to her guns. She didn’t want to play that card now on the stupid tails issue, so she decided to back off and see what happened. Hell, she might even find them fun, like pretty much all of the way-out stuff he’d required of her so far.

Cindy was nervous when they got to the seamstress’s little shop. Luckily there were no other customers present, so she could come to terms with her embarrassment in front of only the one person.

Rob did all of the talking. He explained that they needed 7 cm button holes placed vertically in the back of each of the five dresses he laid out on the counter. He showed the sixth dress that Cindy had worn to the party, and that he had butchered, using it as an example of where the hole should be positioned.

Of course, the seamstress didn’t understand the purpose of the hole. She was also averse to modifying the dresses without measuring and marking them herself, on the wearer.

Rob had anticipated this, so much to Cindy’s chagrin, he pulled the white tail out of the bottom of the bag and asked if they could use the fitting room.

Oh God, no! Cindy thought, but she followed along behind Rob anyway. In the dressing room she stripped off her dress and Rob inserted her tail, locking it in place with the press of a button on his watch.

He then escorted Cindy back out into the store, without her dress. Again, Cindy went along, but she was so humiliated by being on display in her fetish garb, that she was practically crying.

The seamstress maintained her professional attitude and began fussing with Cindy’s behind, Cindy became even more mortified as the woman manipulated her tail, moving it from side to side and up and down. All the while she was whipping her cloth measuring tape all over Cindy’s back, butt and waist.

Finally, the woman declared the measuring complete and Cindy was allowed to go back and put her dress back on. She had to flag down Rob from the doorway to get him to unlock and remove the tail before she could get her unmodified dress all the way on.

As she emerged from the room, the seamstress was telling Rob that the task wouldn’t take too much time and that by paying a rush order fee, they could pick up the dresses tomorrow morning. Rob told her that that would be fine, and they left the shop.

It took Cindy several blocks before she finally got over her resentment.

They spent the rest of the day touring the churches, museums and shops of the 10th Arrondissement.

When they got back to the room, they felt too tired to go out again, so they ordered room service and relaxed on the bed.

Cindy remembered that they had agreed to get together with Cat and Alex when they had said their farewells at the kinky sex community party.

Cindy had enjoyed their time together and their common experiences with the CP appliances. She wanted to discuss that topic some more, and was also interested in seeing their home in the country. It sounded charming and would be a nice change of pace from the big city.

She sat down, resting her tired feet and legs, and gave Cat a call.

They spoke about this and that for around ten minutes before they finally got to talking about a visit.

It turned out that Alex and Cindy were booked for the next three days, but that the fourth day out would be perfect. Cindy got detailed directions, and was told to plan on spending the whole day relaxing in the quiet of their home and the little village nearby. Cat said that it would give Cindy and Rob a chance to see the real France. Not the massive, tourist filled big city.

Cindy was intrigued, as was Rob who had been listening in on the conversation as best he could.

As they started to say their goodbyes, Cat jumped in with one more comment. She said that She and Alex had a surprise that she was sure Rob and Cindy would find interesting.

After they closed the call, it took Cindy only a couple of minutes to conclude that Alex and Cat had probably gone through with their installation of the additional Chasti appliances.

She explained her supposition to Rob and guessed that Cat now had Chasti covers over her breasts, and Alex had a Chasti vibrating plug in his ass.

The thought really excited Rob. Of course, he wasn’t very interested in Alex’s plug, but the thought of Cat with permanent nipple shields, and larger breasts was of major interest. He got hard dreaming of Cindy with Chasti shields mounted on her big breasts. He had to scold himself, though for even thinking about it. He knew that he had pushed Cindy about as far as she was willing to go with all that they had done this past month. He didn’t want to break her.

But, Oh what a feeling…

After dinner, they settled back in bed and read until their eyes were as tired as their bodies and they turned off the lights and went to sleep. Rob in his underwear and Cindy, of course, still locked into her outfit. She was used to it by now, and actually enjoyed it. Go figure…

(Day 27)

Come morning, they followed their normal routines. Rob helped strip Cindy of her outfit, and she headed into the bathroom. While in the shower, Cindy realized that she was feeling particularly horny that morning, and she attributed it to their lack of sex, last night. She’d become so used to enjoying multiple orgasms each night before sleep, that her pussy was now complaining.

About an hour after she went in, she came out clean, fully made-up and looking gorgeous.

Rob helped her dress in her black latex catsuit, her under-breast corset and her tall pony boots. She slipped a short grey dress on over the top.

They then headed out to swing by the dress shop, before continuing with the touristy quests, that Cindy loved so much.

Cindy’s boots made their normal clip, clop sound as they walked along, it was still a little too early for the heavy traffic so in some places her steps echoed off the walls and made even more noise than normal. But now, though the sound was just part of their normal sex filled lives. They simply ignored the looks that came their way because of it.

Rob carried the same bag with him as they left the hotel. Cindy assumed that it was to be used to carry her modified, or was it mutilated she thought wryly, dresses back from the seamstress’s.

They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and then walked over to the shop.

Her dresses were ready, but the woman insisted that Cindy try them on to make sure that they would fit as required. Cindy didn’t know what to say, but Rob pulled the black tail out of his bag and escorted her to the changing room where he again locked it in place at her rear. He helped her don one of the modified dresses, slipping it over her head and the tail through its slot before pulling the skirt all the way down and into proper position. Looking in the mirror in the dressing room, craning her neck and twisting as much as her corset would allow, Cindy could barely make out that the tail stuck out as it was meant to be and by feel, Cindy could tell that the dress didn’t pull or pucker around the appendage. They then walked out to show the seamstress.

This time Cindy was not so lucky as there was an older woman in the shop talking to the proprietress at the counter when they walked up.

The other customer greeted them politely and resumed her conversation with the seamstress. Only when her business was complete did she turn and take another look at Cindy who had just turned to face Rob. It was then that the woman noticed Cindy’s black latex tail. She was so surprised by the sight that she let out a curse, in French, of course, and then in rapid-fire French that they couldn’t understand began berating them, apparently grossly unimpressed by Cindy’s exotic fashion statement.

At first Cindy was mortified, but as the proprietress tried to calm the old woman, Rob started laughing uproariously, and Cindy with a change of heart, joined in his infectious laughter. She even managed to grab her tail and wave it playfully at the woman as she stomped out the door.

Even the seamstress laughed at that move.

After they had calmed, they got down to business. The seamstress examined the fit and declared it perfect. To completely satisfy her, Cindy had to try on each dress, in turn to allow her to verify the consistency of her work. It took them a half-hour to complete the process.

When they had examined the last one, Cindy started back to the dressing room, but was stopped by Rob. “Cindy, wait. Just keep that one on, you can wear it the rest of the day.”

“Oh, Rob” she started to protest, but he cut her off.

“No, come on, this nice lady just put a lot of effort into that dress, she deserves to see you wear it out into the street. I’ve already given her another nine of your dresses to work on, and the one you wore in. makes ten more for her to modify. I have your other adjusted ones in the bag.”

Cindy knew that there was no sense arguing with him. She had known that sooner or later he would make her walk around in public with her tail wagging behind her. She just hadn’t expected it to be today.

Rob held the door for her as they walked out, making sure that her tail didn’t get caught in the closing door.

For the first hour, as they walked and shopped, Cindy was on edge, waiting for someone to make a scene like the old lady in the seamstress’s shop had. But nothing happened. People were either too busy with their own errands, or too busy admiring Cindy’s shape and latex outfit to take much notice of the tail that stuck out, behind her.

She assumed that people who were walking behind them noticed, but it was easy to ignore anything they might say or do.

It was only when they went inside a store that people got a better look and Cindy could observe their reactions. Some were surprised and confused. Most were simply curious. But a few either laughed or made a comment, in French, that she didn’t understand but was obviously rude or tasteless. Those she ignored as best she could.

At one point, as they stood window shopping a child ran up and tugged on Cindy’s tail, and then said something to his horrified mother who had been trying to chase him down. She apologized profusely before leading him away.

Rob chuckled. “The mom was more embarrassed than you were.”

His comment brought a smile to Cindy’s face, and lightened her mood. The incident helped her realize that, at least here in Paris, most people just believed in live and let live.

They stopped in yet another café for lunch. Rob commented that as much time as they were spending in Paris, by the time they finally do leave, they will have sampled every café in the city.

As they sat down at an out of the way table Cindy found that her tail did as expected prevent her from sitting comfortably in the chair. She was stuck with either perching on the front edge with her tail poking into the seatback behind her, or sitting at an angle to the seatback, so her tail cleared it off to the side.

She chose the latter option and was dismayed to realize that this would always be an issue as long as she wore a tail. And she expected Rob to have her always wearing a tail, from now on.

She started to tear up as she contemplated her new life as not just a fetish slut but also a freak with a tail.

Rob hadn’t really noticed her issue with the chair, he was busy ordering wine, which when delivered, helped Cindy calm herself down. She finished off her glass in near record time.

After lunch, they continued with their wanderings. Cindy was more relaxed from the wine, and from her experience with the publics’ lack of concern with her tail.

Eventually they had had enough, and called it a day.

When they got back to the room, Rob noticed he had an email from Simone DeGare. She said that she would be visiting Amour Fétiche the next day and would love to take them to lunch. She suggested a ‘wonderful’ Italian restaurant that was not too far from their hotel as a meeting place, around 1300.

Rob mentioned it to Cindy and they decided it would be fun, so Rob replied, accepting the invitation.

After resting in the room for an hour, reading and chatting, they decided to go out for a quick bite to eat before turning in.

Cindy first used the bathroom emptying her bladder using her penis, sitting sideways, again to keep her tail out of the way. She then did some work on her make-up and hair before joining Rob and leaving their room.

They headed off to a restaurant they had seen before but never visited. It had caught their attention because it advertised live music and dancing, things Cindy loved.

They found the entrance crowded and had to wait off to the side for a table. Of course, Cindy drew a lot of attention. The drunks were a particularly painful group to have to deal with. They all seemed to assume from her looks and outfit that she wanted to be groped and insulted. Rob did his best to shield her, and almost got into a couple of fights. The hostess and one of the waiters had to intervene several times. Finally, probably to avoid more trouble the hostess ushered them to a quiet table, off to the side.

They were then able to settle in and enjoy a decent meal and a nice bottle of wine. Cindy was able to position her chair so that she was right next to Rob, and by sitting at a diagonal, her tail draped over his lap. He enjoyed playing with it as they ate and listened to the music. Cindy was able to sit comfortably for a change by leaning back on Rob’s shoulder while she watched the band and dancers.

Cindy was really enjoying herself and with sufficient wine in her system forgot her outfit and tail, and began begging Rob to dance with her.

He resisted as long as he could and then, realizing that it could be an entertaining experience, agreed to join Cindy on the crowded dance floor.

As they worked their way through the other tables, Rob following Cindy, he was able to see the reactions of several diners as they passed them by. He had to laugh at some of the double-takes and open-mouth stares that he observed.

When they found a small open space on the floor, and Cindy started moving to the music, the reaction was considerable. Her boots made a lot of noise on the wooden floor, and her tail swayed and swung seductively behind her. She was oblivious, but a lot of the other dancers sure noticed. She eventually became the center of attention, although she was too intent on her dancing to realize it, as the other dancers moved away to give her more room, and to be able to get a better look at her.

Rob, for his part tried to keep up with his sexy wife, while both ignoring the attention and enjoying it, at the same time. He was, after all very proud of his very erotic wife. Deep down, he felt that he had created her in his own, fantasy-driven image, and he was very pleased with the result.

Unfortunately, after a couple of songs, the set came to an end and the band paused for their break.

Cindy came down off of her dancer’s trance and realized that she had drawn a crowd. People had even been taking cell-phone pictures and videos of her. She was shocked and humiliated by the lecherous looks on many of their faces, and the disparaging smiles on others. And, she certainly didn’t want photos of her in her kinky attire floating around the Internet.

She reacted by blushing furiously, grabbed Rob by the hand and practically running off in the direction of their table.

Several of the dancers actually applauded as she left the floor.

Back to their table Cindy sat down heavily and when Rob joined her, he could see tears in her eyes. She was absolutely mortified.

He immediately flagged down a passing waiter, and with surprising speed was able to get and pay their bill.

He grabbed Cindy, who had been sitting, head bowed and sniffling since she sat down, and helped her navigate out the restaurant’s door.

They took off at a faster than normal pace back to their hotel.

When they got back to the room, all Cindy wanted to do is go to sleep. It had been a long trying day and she was just plain worn out, physically and emotionally.

Rob understood. He helped her strip off her dress and she headed for the bathroom, without bothering to close the door. He heard her empty her bladder and give herself an enema. She then cleaned her face of all the makeup and brushed her teeth. When she came out, she accepted a kiss from Rob and crawled into bed.

Well, Rob thought, no sex tonight.

He settled into a chair and read a novel for a while before he too visited the bathroom and then slipped into bed.

(Day 28)

When Rob woke up, Cindy was still sleeping peacefully, lying on her side facing him. Her tail draped off the side of the bed, and onto the floor. She looked beautiful, but it was the knowledge that she was dressed as a fetish slut that really got his cock hard.

Rather than disturb her and take her right then and there, he calmed himself and went into the bathroom.

When he came out, Cindy was awake, but hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. She looked relaxed, and even gave him a smile as he approached. He was relieved that there seemed to be no ill effects from last night’s dance floor embarrassments. Even though Cindy had been upset, he had thoroughly enjoyed the show.

Rather than head straight out, Rob ordered room service before unlocking and stripping his wife so she could get cleaned up, and ready for the day.

She came out just after the food arrived, so Rob allowed her to eat in the nude before they dressed her in the White cat suit and boots, corset and long mouse tail. Cindy still didn’t like the tail. It just felt so embarrassing and difficult to live with.

As they walked, Cindy brought up how much trouble she was having with her attachment.

Rob wasn’t all that receptive. He assured her that she’d get used to it, just like she had gotten used to her cat suits, corsets and boots. It was a very sexy addition to her already erotic attire, and, he admitted it encouraged him to use her ass, as he enjoyed using it to hold her while pumped. He knew that she was having her best orgasms ever when her front vibrators were still in place and running while he used her rear hole. So, as far as he was concerned the tails were a win-win for them both.

Cindy remained skeptical, but couldn’t deny what he’d said about the quality of her orgasms when he took her in the ass, these days. But the tails were still humiliating her as they moved around in public.

Rob slowly directed them back to the nail salon where they had had Cindy’s nails extended to the sexy claws that so excited him.

Cindy recognized the place as they walked up.

“I figured it was time to have your color changed, and any nicks repaired, “Rob volunteered as he ushered Cindy inside. Rob asked if the same technician who had done such a fine job at their last visit was available. Apparently, she was, but wouldn’t be finished with her current client for about 15 minutes. Rob said that they’d wait. They stepped over to the waiting area where Rob took a seat on a small couch. Cindy, of course, had to awkwardly perch sideways and forward on the edge next to him, arranging her tail so it laid over the side, out of the way. After she had settled in the only way she could, she gave Rob an accusatory look, as if to say, ‘this is a pain in the butt, and it’s all your doing’. He got the message, but just smiled in return.

While they waited, they talked quietly about their upcoming lunch with Simone. They were both looking forward to it as she was a fascinating woman and her friends were so very interestingly kinky.

Eventually, the technician came out and walked them back to her station. There was some embarrassing fumbling as they found a stool for Cindy to sit on, in lieu of the solid backed chair normally used. It drew the attention of several of the staff and customers, who began chattering and sniggering in French. Cindy was sure it was at her expense.

Rob then took the lead in explaining what they wanted done, this time. Cindy was shocked and not happy at all, when Rob asked for her nails to be lengthened another half inch (1¼ cm). She knew she should protest, as it was hard enough to maneuver her fingers now, with the current length, but she was still recovering from the humiliation of the seating fiasco, and didn’t want to make another scene.

She did join in when they were selecting a new polish color, and they settled on a bright red with a pinkish tinge.

As the technician began working, Rob wandered back to the waiting area. Along the way he spotted a display case that caught his eye. Cindy watched him study the contents from across the room. She couldn’t tell what was interesting him so. She was worried that it would mean more trouble for her.

Sure enough, Rob came back and started questioning the technician about nail jewelry. He asked if she could fit Cindy’s new nails with some charms that he had seen. Apparently, they were designed to be inserted in holes drilled through the nail tips and allowed to dangle and sparkle as her fingers moved. Rob had identified ten little charms that mounted mall red stones. They would hang down about a half inch from each nail tip.

Rob had also seen a chain that could be run from nail to nail on her fingers. Limiting how far the wearer could spread their fingers, but had wisely not suggested that option. Although it was tempting…

The technician said that it could certainly be done, as a step after Cindy’s nails had been lengthened. She also suggested that she add a little more thickness to the acrylic layers to help support the added weight, small as it was, and to add strength so that the new charms didn’t break off the tips due to misuse.

Rob agreed, but asked what she meant by ‘misuse’. The girl replied that the wearer of charms like these, would be limited in the use of her hands and fingers. That Cindy would have to be very careful to use her hands carefully and delicately only.

Hearing that, Cindy was horrified, ‘Oh great,’ she thought, ‘I can barely use my hands now, and she’s telling me that it will be much harder in the future.’

Again though, she avoided a scene and made a mental note to get Rob to allow her to cut them back, real soon.

The technician warned that it would take a couple of hours to complete the needed tasks. Looking at his watch he was relieved that the timing would work out, they’d have just enough tie to finish and meet Simone at the restaurant on time.

Rather than wait in the shop, Rob headed down the block and sat with a cup of coffee, catching up with emails on his cellphone.

When he returned, they were just finishing up. The technician announced that they were dry and ready for careful use. Cindy’s nails were very long and made flashy by the shiny, golden charms dangling from each tip. Cindy was examining them closely and, Rob could see, with dread.

Rob, however was very turned on by how they looked. They screamed ‘sexy’ to him.

The technician again took a moment to warn them about the delicacy of Cindy’s new nails and warned that repeated trips back for repairs could get very expensive.

Rob said he wasn’t worried; his dear wife would be very careful. He then settled the bill and grabbing her hand, walked Cindy out the door, her tail waving goodbye to everyone in the place.

Cindy’s boots clip clopped noisily, as they hurried to make their lunch appointment, Rob still holding Cindy’s hand, brought it up toward his face to get a better look at her new nails. They were real talons, and the charms shimmered and winked as they dangled from her tips, drawing additional attention to her hands. Not that she wasn’t drawing everyone’s attention already, Rob thought happily.

They arrived at the restaurant just in time and spotted Simone at the door. She greeted them energetically and held both of their hands as they gathered around an intimate little table.

“Your nails are darling,” Simone said holding up Cindy’s hand to get a better look. “They look longer too. Very sexy, but I bet they’re hard to deal with, no?”

“I only just had them done,” Cindy admitted. “I haven’t had a chance to use them. I’m afraid it will make everything even more difficult.”

“Ah, but they look so very nice and so sexy. I’m sure they will be worth the trouble. We women must sometimes suffer for our beauty.”

The restaurant was one that Rob and Cindy hadn’t tried, but Simone appeared to be a regular customer. The place was apparently mainly for locals, tucked away from the busier tourist streets.

Their waiter, much more attentive than the French norm. Probably due to Simone’s presence. Was quick to bring a very nice bottle of wine. In no time at all they were quietly sipping from their glasses.

They spent the next hour on small talk, while they ordered and ate their lunch. As expected, Cindy struggled to grip her silverware with her expansive new nails. Rob could see her growing frustrated. Once again, he was worried that he had gone too far. He started thinking about what he could do to make it right, aside from having the work redone, that is.

As they were finishing up, Rob mentioned last night’s adventure, and how much fun they’d had. Cindy, though described her embarrassment on the dance floor, and how it had made her rethink her ability to survive in public, while sporting her erotic outfits.

Simone, just brushed off Cindy’s concerns, “why should you care? You were enjoying yourself and not hurting anyone. Except perhaps when you whipped them with your tail,” she ended with a laugh.

Cindy joined in, laughing, “hey there’s a thought. I ought to practice that. Then when I’m annoyed or harassed, I can whip the assholes.”

“Now there’s a good idea,” Simone said giggling, “but, if you really want to avoid those types of confrontations, you should try the Club Erotique. They cater to those of us who enjoy the sexier side of life. Their food isn’t bad and they have good music and a nice dance floor. Just be careful which floor you visit. The building they inhabit has four floors. The higher you go up, the kinkier the clientele.”

Cindy looked at Rob and shrugged.

Simone then jumped right in and asked Cindy how she was doing with her new appliance. She mentioned casually that the model that Rob had ordered was one of the most complex and complete appliances that CP produced. Very few women wore them, considering that model too intimidating and controlling.

Cindy, and Rob too, were a little embarrassed to be talking so openly, in a public place, and with a woman that they barely knew, about such an intimate and erotic subject.

Simone saw their discomfort, and calmed them, assuring them that this was a very discrete and private locale.

Cindy gave Rob a short accusatory look before finally answering that she was getting used to her Chasti. She admitted, somewhat begrudgingly, that the orgasms she was having were the best she’d ever experienced.

It was Rob’s turn to be embarrassed. It was vexing that he had been exposed as having gone overboard with the appliance he had forced upon his wife. He was relieved, though, that Cindy was admitting to enjoying at least some aspects of the thing.

Cindy continued though, complaining about the loss of feeling around her pussy, and the strangeness of urinating out of a penis.

Simone expressed sympathy about the lack of feeling but chuckled at Cindy’s comment about the penis.

“But it’s such a cute little thing, is it not? Like a baby boy’s.”

Cindy was mortified, but didn’t say anything, so Simone continued:

“Well, my dear, that appliance makes you one of the sexiest, most exotic women in all of France and your penis makes you one of the most unique. Enjoy your status, my lovely friend.”

Simone then told them of the enormous interest among the kinky sex group over Cindy’s Chasti. They’re begging for a ‘showing’ at our next get-together.

Cindy didn’t like the idea at all, although Rob was OK with it. In any case, they explained that they’re probably not going to be in town much longer. They have already stayed in Paris far longer than they ever anticipated, and that they have other cities in Europe to visit.

Simone was obviously disappointed. She begged them to reconsider. “You really should consider staying on in Paris, not just for another month, but forever. There is no other prettier or more exciting place on Earth,” she tells them, “and you make such a great addition to our club.”

Cindy agreed about Paris, and Rob acknowledged that the club intrigued him, but they remained noncommittal about staying.

“Ah well, please think some more about staying.”

They moved on to other topics as they continued with their meal.

Cindy was struggling with her new nails. Their added length and the dangling charms made handling utensils or picking up a roll, even more challenging and frustrating.

Later, after their plates had been cleared Simone asked if they remembered a Stephon Verlan, and his wife Adele from the party.

“Yes, I remember,” said Rob, “wasn’t Adele the beautiful slave who was full of piercings?”

Cindy wasn’t surprised that Rob had remembered that aspect of the couple.

“Well, they have asked me several times to inquire if you two would be interested in getting together with them for an intimate session.”

Cindy looks dubious, “they seemed nice enough, but I’m not sure if Adele is a voluntary slave girl or if she’s been forced into it by her husband.”

“Oh, Adele is very happy in her role and is very much a sex-crazed young woman.” Simone pauses for a moment, and Cindy is surprised to see her appearing to be a little shy.

Quietly Simone continues, “I know from experience that her piercings and jewelry are a lot of fun to play with.”

Hearing that, Rob looks at Cindy, apparently hoping that something may come of the invitation, but Cindy shoots it down, “I understand how attractive submission can be, but I can’t see taking it to that extreme. I’m certainly willing to allow Rob to be in control, in fact I enjoy it immensely. I’ve given Rob control over my most important body parts. But I don’t see giving him control over my mind, my thoughts and my desires, and that’s what I see in a sex slave.”

Simone shrugs, realizing that that conversation was at a dead end, so she returns to questioning Cindy on her Chasti appliance.

“Please Cindy, I’m dying to hear about your appliance. There are so few women who have experienced it as you have. I’ve spent hours talking about it with Cat, and I’d love to hear what you think and feel about it.” She paused a moment and then confessed, “I’ve considered purchasing a Chasti for myself on several occasions. It’s one of my fantasies.”

Cindy, perhaps becoming more relaxed by the wine, starts opening up about her feelings.

“At first I was shocked and even a little disgusted. The thing locked away my pussy, as well as my ass hole and urethra. Sometimes I feel like that part of me is now just a machine, controlled by the buttons on Rob’s watch. Hell, I even have to be plugged into the recharger to keep everything functioning. It makes me feel like a machine.” Cindy paused to drink some wine and calm herself. Then she continued on.

“The way the thing has control of my orgasms also upsets me.”

“As we sit here, it’s vibrating away keeping me aroused but unsatisfied. Making me hornier every minute. Sometimes it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than my desire for another orgasm. It’s turning me into a nymphomaniac.”

Hearing that, Rob reached for his watch, intending to shut the vibrators down.

Cindy looked him sternly, “don’t do it. Just leave them the way they are.” She took another deep breath and continued on with her rant.

“And, because of the way the thing is built, I find myself preferring anal sex over the vaginal sex I used to so enjoy. The vibrators on my clit and pussy give me pleasure far beyond what I get from Rob’s dick. Although I love Rob, and enjoy him being inside me, even if it’s in my rear, I’m enamored with the orgasms I now get from the Chasti even more.”

“That’s humiliating and embarrassing to admit, but those two feelings only add to my arousal. Which, by the way, was already at a fever pitch with all of the other fetishes we have been playing with. The latex, the corsets, the high boots, the silly tail and even these crazy, long nails, she says while holding up her hands for inspection.”

She pauses and then continues in almost a whisper, “It’s driven me to the point where all I can think about is sex and my fantastic orgasms. My whole life has been turned upside down. I’m as much a slave to sex as Adelle.”

With that she quiets down, having sufficiently purged her feelings.

Rob doesn’t know what to say in response. He’s thoroughly turned on by Cindy’s open admissions. That she has, in effect become a sex crazed slut. But he’s also worried that she may have reached some breaking point that may push her into some sort of a break-down.

Seeing that Rob doesn’t know how to respond, Simone jumps in.

“Cindy, I’m so very sorry you’re so conflicted, but I have to be honest when I tell you that I consider you one of the luckiest women in the world. You’re beautiful, you have a handsome and loving husband, you’re successful and comfortably wealthy, and you admit that your love life is fantastic, even if it’s erotically weird, by most standards.

“You need to accept your situation. The Chasti appliance is irremovable. It’s part of you now, so you need to accept it for what it is – a fantastic piece of technology designed to give you, and Rob, great and exciting pleasure for the rest of your days.

“The annoying aspects, like peeing and your sexy tail are just more kink to keep you horny, and there’s nothing wrong with being horny all the time. Every member of the club strives for that state.”

At that Simone scoots over in her chair and gives Cindy a big hug, followed by a very sensuous and erotic kiss right on the lips. The kiss continues for several long minutes.

In fact, Rob sees their mouths open and tongues moving about as they embrace and writhe together.

Eventually they come up for air and Cindy smiles sheepishly while she catches her breath. Simone also obviously enjoyed the passion of that moment. She sits, facing Cindy and staring into her eyes with that hunger felt by lovers.

Rob is surprised, and very turned on by the spectacle. ‘Good god, how sexy was that?’ he thinks to himself. The thought of a threesome flutters in the back of his mind, but he manfully rejects the idea immediately as he knows he already has enough complexity in his sex life right now.

Several more minutes elapse before anyone moves, but eventually Simone pushes back and announces that a trip to the ladies’ room was in order. She invites Cindy to accompany her. Cindy nodded and stood up, somewhat shakily, and the two of them walked off.

Rob still sat there, stunned, by everything he’d heard and seen during this exciting session.

When the women return, Cindy sits back down at the table adjusting her tail as she must, but Simone remains standing and begins offering her ‘good byes’.

“I’m sorry my dears, but I must run to a business meeting.”

Both Rob and Cindy stand to say their farewells. Simone gives Rob a traditional two-kiss hug, but Cindy gets a long and lengthy hug and another passionate kiss on the mouth, before Simone turns and quickly passes out of the restaurant.

Rob and Cindy sat back down to finish their wine.

“Wow, that was some kiss you got from Simone. The first one, I mean. What was that all about?” Rob asked Cindy, who still seemed stunned from the encounter.

“I’m not sure, but it sure felt right, and very nice,” Cindy replied with a wistful grin. “She’s a wonderful woman. I feel a lot better, now that we’ve talked, and kissed.” Then, after a slight pause, “why are you jealous?”

Rob chuckled, “Well, actually, yes. But I’m not sure if I feel that way because you got to kiss her, because she got to kiss you like that, or what. What I do know is that I want to get back to the hotel and screw your lights out.”

Cindy giggled. “I like that idea. Oh Master, could you please turn up my vibrators, in preparation for the big event?”

Rob laughed out loud, drawing looks from the other diners, and reached for his watch/controller.

After a few seconds, Cindy sighed with contentment, and stood up slowly. Rob, stood and grabbed her in a big hug of his own, and planted a big kiss on her. It wasn’t as sensuous as the one Cindy shared with Simone, but it was clear evidence of their love for one another.

When finished, they quickly left the restaurant and grabbed a cab for the short ride to the hotel. Rob had to help Cindy into the car, ensuring her tail didn’t get caught in the door, while Cindy had to sit carefully to avoid complications. She was getting used to dealing with her latex appendage. ‘Practice makes perfect’, she thought wryly, as the car drove through the streets.

Once in the room, Rob was out of his clothes in a flash. Cindy took more time to slip off her dress, as she was being very careful of her new nails. With the dress off, she immediately jumped on the bed on her hands and knees, giggling and wiggled her ass back and forth. Of course, her tail as it was designed to do, stood straight up for several inches before curving over and resting on the bed. It was swaying along with Cindy’s beautiful, latex covered ass.

As they had now practiced several times before, Rob got up behind her, unzipped her cat suit’s crotch and unlocked and removed her rear plug. He then used his watch to up the speed on the two front vibrators, eliciting a purr from Cindy.

Rob lubed up, and then grabbed Cindy’s tail and lifted her as he plugged his hard cock into the hole in her appliance.

Cindy first felt Rob take control of her back end and then felt his hips hit her butt cheeks as he plugged into her, but little else back there, much to her regret.

But she stopped caring as soon as the vibrators over her clit and in her pussy got the better of her concentration and she was quickly swept up in her first orgasm, first of many, she hoped.

Rob felt Cindy stiffen and knew that she had already come. He was building to his orgasm. His cock felt so good pumping into her ass. He loved using her tail to help with the thrusting motions. He also felt the vibrations emanating from the front of the appliance as he rode the rear.

It only took a few more minutes for Rob to climax and fill Cindy’s ass with his cum. Cindy felt Rob’s body tense and realizing that he was coming, she had another even more intense Orgasm herself.

They both slowly relaxed after they were finished.

Rob backed away from Cindy’s behind and inserted her rear plug. As he started to turn down Cindy’s vibrators, she suddenly moaned, “no, don’t. One more please. Turn up the rear one too.”

Rob did what he was told, eliciting a satisfied moan from his wife. He was pleased that she was going for it. Making the most of her Chasti. He only wished that he could join in, but he knew it would be a while before he would be ready again.

Cindy had collapsed onto the bed, on her chest and belly, so he crawled up next to her and laying on his side kissed her deeply and lovingly when she turned her head in his direction.

It wasn’t long before she drew in her breath and held it as her whole body shivered with her third orgasm of the session. A few moments later, her head fell onto the pillow and with her eyes closed and her breathing heavy, Rob thought she may have even passed out.

But another moment later she sighed and a smile slowly spread across her lips and progressed to include her whole face. Obviously, a contented woman.

They lay quietly for the next hour enjoying the afterglow.

Rob finally got up and went to clean up.

When he came back, he found Cindy laying on her side and hip, as her tail prevented her from lying flat on her back, and staring off into nothing.

Without looking at him, she said, “we really should consider selling and staying here.”

Rob didn’t want to deny Cindy anything, but he had already decided not to sell, at least not right now. He hesitated to speak as he didn’t want to ruin Cindy’s mellow mood.

When he didn’t respond, Cindy looked at him and continued, “I do love it here, and I really, really love our new sex lives. Fulfilling our fetishes like we have been doing has been so much fun, I don’t know how I can go back to our mundane lives in the US. Can you picture me walking around like I have been back there? The people would go crazy. Hell, I’d probably be arrested.”

She propped herself up on her elbow, “Rob, I don’t want to give this up. Like Simone said, I have it made, Paris, living like this, with you, and all of our kinks. Please at least consider selling.”

She held her pose for a few more seconds, staring into his eyes, then fell back onto the bed and closed hers.

“Of course, I’ll do whatever you want. I’m sure we can figure out some way to continue with our adventures and sex games, back there, ” she mumbled into the pillow.

Rob was quietly debating with himself about selling and staying vs. going back and getting back to their old ‘normal’ work/life routine. He thought Cindy had drifted off to sleep, when she muttered in a whisper, one last thought.

“I don’t know how I can go back and face our old friends, like I am now.”

Rob got out of bed and plunked down into one of the chairs around the little dining table opening his laptop. He began reviewing the company’s numbers and the papers on the sale. He still hadn’t changed his mind, but he was thinking about it…

A while later Cindy woke up from her nap and turned to see Rob working diligently on his computer.

She crawled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to clean herself out. She had to pee, and there was still a load of Rob’s cum inside her ass. After using her penis, she gave herself an enema and then spent some time renewing her make-up and hair. The whole time she was cursing under her breath at her new, more cumbersome nails.

When she came out, Rob asked if she was ready for some dinner. She was, so they got dressed again and headed out. Because of the nails, Rob had to do pretty much everything to get Cindy dressed. He’d never played with dolls when he was a kid, but he imagined that it had been something like this. Now he wasn’t sure if the long nails were more trouble than they were worth.

As they walked along, Cindy disregarded the stares and comments from the people on the sidewalk. She had become accustomed to it all, now she was even enjoying the attention. Although she was still embarrassed by her tail and the reactions it elicited. She was confident that she would eventually learn to ignore that too.

They had a pleasant meal in the French fashion. No hurry, taking their time and savoring every minute. Cindy was slowly coming to terms with her nails, learning what she could and couldn’t do with them always getting in the way. Afterward they took a quiet walk through a rather large park before heading back to their room.

The whole time they avoided talking about selling or returning to the US.

Instead, Cindy brought up her discussion with Simone, as they walked hand in hand through the trees. She admitted to Rob that although she was still not completely comfortable with the Chasti and its effect on her daily life, she was very happy with its effect on their sex lives. She committed to taking Simone’s advice. Accepting things as they are, and enjoying them as best she could.

Rob stopped, grabbed her and gave her a hug that may have broken ribs if it weren’t for her stiff corset’s protection. “I’m so very happy, and relieved too. The whole Chasti-Permalock thing was such a turn on for me that I kind of lost my mind. I failed to consider all of its impacts on you. I’m really sorry I didn’t ask first. I love you so much, and I do want you to be the happiest woman in the world.”

They hugged for the longest time, before continuing on their way. Both were pleased with the things they had said to each other.

When they got back to the hotel, the desk clerk handed Rob a large package that had just been delivered. It was the new pairs of blue boots that they had ordered.

Back in their room, Rob asked Cindy, “hey, would you like to spend the night without all of the latex, naked, just to take a break? You’ve had a long and rough day.”

Cindy appreciated Rob’s concern, and his attempt to give her a break, but after some thought said, “No, this is who I am now, and I want to enjoy it to the fullest while I can. When we head home it may not be possible for me to live like this.”

Rob got the message; Cindy really did want to stay in Paris so she could continue with the kinky, sex-filled lifestyle that they’d discovered here. He just wasn’t sure if it was the right move. Would they realize after some time, months or even years, that living out their fantasies was not as much fun as time went on?

The Chasti device was almost a disaster – a fantasy that had been taken to the limit. On the other hand, it was a permanent lifestyle change that was working out wonderfully for both of them. A permeant change to their overall life could work out just as well. Something else to think about…

“As you wish, my dear.” Rob said with a formal bow and a smirk. He then dug out the hood that matched her black cat suit and held it up with a questioning look.

She smiled and nodded, so he proceeded to gather her hair into the high pony tail required and then slipped the hood on over her head working her hair through the hole at the top. After locking it in place he then grabbed the penis gag attachment and proceeded to gently force it into Cindy’s mouth. She resisted and growled at him, but only fought for a moment before surrendering. Rob locked the straps together at the back of her head securing it in place for the duration.

Cindy then again took control by positioning herself on hands and knees on the bed, signaling in no uncertain terms that she wanted him in her rear, for an encore performance of the afternoon’s mind-blowing sex session.

Rob was happy to oblige, and an hour later they both wound up spent and asleep in each other’s arms until late the next morning.

 

End of part 8

Continues in part nine