Bondage Bed & Breakfast

[SpectreT]

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Kerry Collins

Finally, this little enterprise is getting off the ground! Just about emptied the bank, but my retirement dream of running a real New England style Bed and Breakfast is now a reality.

First came acquiring an old Adirondack Great Camp, then all the antiquing to properly outfit the place. Then came the significant cash outlay for various bondage paraphernalia. You'd be hard pressed to find a more comprehensive collection of toys, tools and restraints outside of a major fetish porn studio.

That was the other part of the dream; creating a sort of safe haven vacation spot for my fellow kinksters. Progress has been made, and I do have friends in the Sherriff's department, but technically, it's still illegal to bind and gag your lover, illegal to beat them with a flogger, illegal to just be kinky in general. That offends me.

I can understand the need to protect folks from predators, blackmail and coercion, but willing and informed preconsent should negate crimes like Unlawful Imprisonment and Aggravated Assault.

I guess I'm just paranoid because I don't have a full time security staff to help mitigate such concerns.

On the upside, I had guests on their way, and through some associates, had somehow acquired the services of an honest-to-God Cordon Bleu Chef. A surprisingly feminine sort, at least for someone who hadn't wrestled with Gender Dysphoria like me. He was at the market, getting a handle on what's local and in season so he could plan a menu. Fortunately, he'd pronounced my kitchen "adequate".

I'd just finished hefting the Saint Andrews Cross into the suite I'd prepared for my guests. I went over the list one more time, making sure I had everything ready. My first guest was a noted feminist author, and I wanted to make sure her visit was perfect.

On the way back to the front desk, I paused to look in the mirror.

Long, wavy red hair under a purple bandana - the universal sign for "caution - woman at work" - angular face with broad high cheekbones and a large, thick-lipped mobile mouth. a perfectly unremarkable nose separated large green eyes, and the whole face was covered in an outrageous spattering of freckles. Some people say I look kind of like Claire Forlani, and I guess I can see that if I squint and tilt my head sideways.

Boobs just coming in under the grey ribbed tank top and denim shirt, and strength just starting to go. Hazards of hormones, I suppose. Being a doctor myself, I was pretty careful about managing them, but that cross had been a hell of a lot more work than it would've been even a few months ago.

That's right, I'd been born a guy. Fourth son in a typical macho Irish working class family. My brothers were a cop, a fireman, and a paramedic. All the usual bases covered. Me, I finally couldn't hide it any more, couldn't be what I wasn't.

It cost me my job and my family, but I was finally going to be the woman I felt like all along.

All of which brings me to today; the first real day of my new life.

 

[janeyruth]

Inside a room in a small, exclusive hotel suite in Binghamton, NY

Regina sits at the desk, writing in an elegant, leather-bound journal. Alyssa kneels on a chair, facing the wall. Fresh welts on her tush indicate she's been paddled recently. She sniffles.


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A light rap on the door. Alyssa flinches.

"Stay right where you are, girl. Who is it?"

Through the door, a female voice. "Housekeeping, Miss Urquhart. I have the towels and extra bedding you requested."

"I did not request them. I demanded them. Bring them in."

"Oh no, Ma'am, she can't see me like this!"

"Be silent. Take your punishment like a big girl."

The door opens and Kimiko, a severe-looking Asian woman, enters. She glides past Alyssa as if the girl were invisible. She sets the items on the bed and leaves, the door clicking softly shut behind her.

"How did you feel about that, Alyssa?"

"I felt like I hated you, Ma'am."

"Good. What else?"

"I felt my nipples get hard and my uh...my thing got wet."

"Good. Very good. In two more days, we will be at the Bed & Breakfast. I hear they have a lovely dungeon there. Aren't you excited, dear one?"

Silence.

"I asked you a question."

 

[TheYoungAzreal]

Ryoko had two light brown shopping bags over his shoulder, the reusable sort, both stating "Fresh Tomato!" in fancy handwriting, yet another remnant of his life in Tokyo. His hair was braided and tucked up under a soft brown cap which complemented the soft leather sandals he was wearing and, in a more distant way, the tan peasant blouse and the fashionably worn skinny jeans. (Of course, they were brand new-- the shop had done whatever it was they did to give them rips and glitter with surprising tenacity.) He was, as expected, small, and struggling with a third larger canvas bag hanging from the other hand.

Damn this all! Why couldn't he remember another way to get into this place! How was it possible for him to have thought he'd written down everything, navigate his way to this market in a car he could only just barely drive, buy all those fresh summer berries he'd heard about, and then, and then--

"Ms. Collins?" he called, at once greatly embarrassed and hopeful, before frowning and realizing the front door was unlocked. He let himself in and changed the topic silently, the bags suddenly seeming a little lighter as he carefully brought them in from outside. "There was wonderful produce! Would you like to have some fresh cream and berries? You must be working hard!" He still had a bit of an accent despite his best efforts, one that had some difficulty terminating ending consonants, most often turning 'Collins' into 'Collintsu' or 'Collinzu,' and he knew it, but-- well. All things in good time. For now he concentrated on being personable.

After all, what harm could it do? The woman who'd hired him seemed rather friendly, just as he'd heard from the people who had eventually introduced them. And with no other cars in the drive as of yet, and dinner several hours away, it seemed they were the only ones there.

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins

The old male me was a little disappointed - I'd always been more carnivorous, the classic steak-and-potatoes sort of guy - girl, now - and my lacrosse training regimen turned that beef and carbo load into lean, corded muscle. I'd been out of training for a while, and really needed to flush my system of all that cholesterol and fat soon. Fruits and veggies were likely to become more prominent in my diet, especially with Ryoko here.

I barely stifled a laugh, Jayzis, he's dressed more femme than I am, I thought. Really, I'm going to have to broach the whole gender issue thing soon.

What I said was, "What kind of berries? I love blueberries!" even as I took the larger bag and blazed a trail to the kitchen for him. In deference to his art, I tried not to interfere with anything in the kitchen. "And our guests may be carnivorous. Any good fish there? Pete's usually got a good supply of trout and salmon, all locally caught. Sorry, I hired you to take care of the menu, and here I am butting in on your job..." I dipped my head, a little embarrassed.

 

[TheYoungAzreal]

Ryotaro "Ryoko" Ikeda

Ryoko smiled at him brightly, the room briefly and fractionally warmer, as the sun had been briefly uncovered by a little cloud. "Excellent! Blueberries are certainly available," he informed her again in thanks for bringing the bag in. He had a little bit of trouble remembering quite what was supposed to be different about Ms. Collins-- she was bisexual, he remembered that, ah... Oh. Yes. She used to be a man. Well, that was nice.

He crouched to pick up produce--blueberries, raspberries, Bramley apples, cucumber, several kinds of greens, courgette, rhubarb-- and began laying it on the shelves he'd set up, some in the sun for part of the day and some totally shaded. (Well, he certainly wasn't going to put in it the refrigerator, everyone knew what that did to taste, and it wasn't humid or hot enough here to justify it anyway.) In any case, he'd already planned and labeled out every centimeter of the pantry, so it had been the only practical thing to do. He put little bags of different grains on the counter-- quinoa, oats, barley, a few different kinds of rice-- ready to be loaded into glass jars with airtight lids.

The kitchen, suffice it to say, was already starting to look full. Ryoko had come with several boxes full of his own cooking supplies, his own knives, a very nice blender, several cutting boards, a few esoteric looking metal objects, and a hoard of spices in clear glass containers which would've been the envy of a king's cooking staff. And this place seemed ridiculously expansive compared to the kitchen he'd worked in his, by Tokyo standards, spacious apartment. A few tiny mesh bags were tied to the produce shelves with what looked like hemp, filled with shriveled dried peppers of various hues, which he scrupulously avoided touching. Even getting a bit of the residual oil on his fingers burned if he later touched his face-- he just was not going to have bug problems.

"Don't worry," he said after a brief pause, glancing at his current employer once again. "Pete was recommended to me by someone at the fair, in fact. I was hoping that I would serve trout with lemon butter and almonds, with a pilaf and the runner beans... Well. As the main course. I know it's not terribly ambitious," he continued, a bit meek, "But... What do you think? How many courses do you want? Five, of a sort? Chocolates in their room when they first come-- which I've made-- and the antipasto with the olives and the asparagus-- a light soup with barley, which I've made as well. Then the trout and the pilaf plated with the green beans. Then-- Nuts. Cream and fruit. A few petit fours-- I made some of the shells this morning--" He picked up the last packet of trout, wrapped in thick paper, and put that in the refrigerator with the cream and butter. "I-It's still within budget. And there will be lots of supplies left over, like the... Um, the solid dark chocolate." Ryoko finally turned around to face her again, nervously toying with the edge of her blouse. "What-- what do you think? Is it too rural? Not sensual enough?"

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins

This time I laughed, lightly.

"It's perfect, actually, Ryoko. People come to a bed and breakfast to get away from 'too ambitious', to put the artistic behind them and embrace the rustic for a short while. As long as the meals are of the excellent quality your setup here suggests, rural cuisine is exactly right!" I was grinning from ear to ear now. "Five courses seems a little formal, but then, our first guest is rather notable." A momentary frown. "I should check if they have any special dietary requirements, like keeping Kosher or allergies."

I visibly shook that off and grinned. "Any other time and place, this might count as sexual harassment, but - wanna help me test out the bondage gear before the guests arrive? I'd hate to find out from them it was sub-par in any way..." I put a fingernail between my teeth and knew I was blushing. "I can get changed into something a little less... workmanlike while you finish squaring away the dry goods, there."

 

[TheYoungAzreal]

Ryoko blinked. Special requirements! He would barely have the time to get everything back into order-- what if they were allergic to-- no, no, as long as they weren't vegan, he'd survive, there was no meat, and no gluten so far as he was aware of.

His head slowly tilted to the side as 'sexual harassment' caught his ear and slowly smiled as she continued. Hiding his smile behind a delicate little hand, as coyly sophisticated as he knew to be in a such common-looking clothes, "I would be honored. I'm rather interested in all of it, myself."

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins

I saw the brief flutter of panic as my remark about special dietary requirements registered on him.

"I'll fire off an email before I get changed. I'm sure it will be fine, though." My grin changed to a softer smile. "I know it didn't come up in our interview, but as far as kinks go, I'm a bondage enthusiast more than a masochist; a bit of a lingerie fetishist as well. When it comes to the D/S side of things, I'm a Switch, which means I enjoy both top and bottom. Which way do you lean?"

 

[TheYoungAzreal]

"Lingerie," he echoed, intrigued. He had just taken people liking lingerie for granted. "I like clothes also. Bondage and masochism-- the second I don't like to get too extreme, but they're both of interest to me." He paused briefly, the ever so slight cant of his head and the sudden seriousness of his expression at odd with the soft little hat just about ready to fall off the top of him.

"I've been the dominant partner only a few times in my life. It was like a whirlwind." He shrugged slightly and reached up to straighten his hat, a faint smile coming back to his face. "But, as you can guess, I usually sub. That's what I'm comfortable with for the most part."

He turned back to the dry things on the counter, waiting to be put away. "Should I go find you after I'm finished, or will you come and fetch me?"

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins

Still smiling, I reply, "Come find me. I'll probably take a lot longer than you, and might need some help with my outfit. I may have a surprise for you as well."

With that, I head off to my own room, where I kick off my sneakers and shed my jeans, socks, panties, work shirt and tank top. Quick mirror check; yep, I'm a narrow, freckly bitch, all right. Mammae are developing nicely, and my penis is waking up a little at the prospect of me putting on some sexy lingerie.

Hm, lacy or sheer?

I finally decide on pink satiny panties with white ruffles on the butt, my white leather corselette, and a pink garterbelt with white lace trim. White rose lace stockings and matching long gloves round out the ensemble, and my white high heeled mary janes for the finishing touch. I lay out a red spandex teddy with a pair of black sheer stay-up stockings for Ryoko, since he seems to like dressing femme. I'll see what he thinks about outright crosdressing.

I send Ms Urquhart that email, then try to figure out how I'm going to cram a semierection into those panties. Hell with it, It'll be full staff by the time I get the stockings on anyway. I think, then suit action to thought. I manage to get most of my costume settled, the corselette just needs a little tightening when Ryoko shows up.

"You've got perfect timing. Can you tighten this up for me, please?" Completely forgeting I still had my purple bandana on my head.

 

[TheYoungAzreal]

Ryoko looked at her--him-- for a long moment, perfectly expressionless. Pink, lace, white, stockings, garter, what? What? Mary Jane heels... He let out a short breath, utterly shocked. Yes, she'd said she'd dress up, but he hadn't thought she'd go to such... He avoided looking down. Lengths. All he'd done, himself, was put his hair up in a loose bun.

He laughed softly and came forward, taking the stays in hand as requested and beginning to tighten it from the bottom with a steady, experienced hand, casually merciless, drawing as much slack out of the corset as was possible.

"You know-- I might not've dressed up," he laughed, gently teasing, "But I did remember to take off my hat and put my hair up."

 

[janeyruth]

Crossing the River

Regina had arrived in Dutchess County, NY. Her plan was to visit Madame Sonia’s farm before heading north into the Adirondacks to the Bed & Breakfast. The farm was very isolated, very private. To get to Madame Sonia’s, one had to cross a treacherous river on horseback. For this, Regina hired a guide, an Amazon named Aurelia, to show them the way.


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The Next Morning at Madame Sonia’s

Regina awoke early, clipped a leash on Alyssa and led her out behind the big barn.

“Where are we going, Ma’am?”

“It’s not your place to ask, girl. Curiosity does not become you. Sufficient that you maintain yourself in a constant state of wonder and anticipation.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”


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The Ponycart

Regina busy fitting Alyssa with an elaborate harness, as Alyssa glanced nervously at the ponycart.

“Lovely thighs like yours are absolutely ideal for this kind of thing, dear one. The men always go for the young thin girls and when they get to a hill or an upgrade, well, the poor things can't handle it. Give me a girl with some meat on her thighs every time.”


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On an Isolated Dirt Path.

Alyssa hitched to the ponycart like a lovely, prancing animal.


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A bridle and bit strapped to her mouth and tiny bells jingling at her nipples as she moved.


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Regina, looking arch in a very butch way, sat in the cart, holding the reins and a whip. Alyssa pulled the cart at a brisk walk.

"That's it, girl. Keep a nice easy pace. We have a fifteen degree uphill grade coming up just before the bunkhouse. I don't want you pooping out on me."

"The crotch strap hurts, Ma’am."

WHAPP! Regina smacked Alyssa with the whip. The girl yelped.

"No talking."

"Yes, Ma'am."



Later, At the Pond

Alyssa, unhitched from the cart, knelt at water's edge, her lips just above the water. She awaited a signal. POP!!! Regina cracked the whip in the air. The girl put her lips to the water and drank as the sun reflected off the surface of the pond. Regina smoked a cigarette and watched her.



Still Later, On the Uphill Incline

Alyssa strained to pull the ponycart, her feet digging into the soft dirt. Regina employed the whip to urge her to greater effort.

"Come on, girl. Get those lovely young muscles in gear. Pull! Pull!"



Even Later, Outside the Bunkhouse.

The ponycart parked nearby under a tree. The cage door was locked with a chain and a huge padlock. Alyssa lay on the ground inside the cage, exhausted. Regina was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, my poor body."

"I can't move a muscle."

"I could sleep for days."

"I'm so tired, I can't even think of fucking."


And Yet Even Later, Inside the Bunkhouse

The sound of the springs of a cheap metal bed. The voice of Alyssa nearing climax.

"OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodIloveyou
IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouoh
doittomedoittomedoittomedoittomeOhGodOhGodOh
GodOhGod"

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins

I let loose a few grunts as the leather and steel pinched my waist in further under Ryoko's hands.

"Are you - oof - saying the purple kerchief doesn't -urgh- go with the rest of my ensemble?" I grinned to show I was joking. "Thank you. You have a good touch for this."

The corselette was a good choice - my breasts were a little more prominent with the leather cutting in just below their underslope, framing them, in a way.

I nodded at the bed. "I laid out a teddy and stockings for you, I-I mean, if you want to try them... I just.. well, your regular look is so feminine, I just thought you might-" I trailed off there, face flaming red in embarrassment.

 

[TheYoungAzreal]

Ryoko*smiled very slightly, his lips tight, the brief glance he spared on Kerry before moving toward the bed intense. He peeled off his peasant shirt and beige, thin strapped undershirt off in single fluid motion, twisting under his upraised hands to free himself of it. His dark eyes challenged the woman before him, his bare chest alabaster and leanly defined but small waisted, small shouldered. His wrist and finger bones, gracefully loose at his sides, had the same shocking articulation-- they were so pale and fine they could almost be expected not to move.

It was dollish, his body. So unusual of a body type that he ran a fine line toward ugly,*like the sort of anorexic models which looked unearthly in either a positive or negative way depending on your opinion. He kept his chin lifted ever so slightly, wary, even ready to be rejected but still proud.*

The jeans slipped off slowly, a subtle grind of his hips drawing attention to the sharpness of him, the soft, white cotton panties and the tiny pink bow, small enough of a size that the shape of his small cock was clearly outlined. He kicked them off with the practiced fierceness of a big time porn star and turned to look at Kerry with a smirk on his face, mischievous and eager. His insecurity faded, like it often did once most his clothes were off. "Let me get dressed again, too, trendsetter. Red isn't usually my color but I'm quite intrigued." He paused briefly, as he often did, a beat sacrificed to deliberation and mental sketches, and he covered it up by sitting down on the edge of the bed and slipping the teddy over his head. He was smaller than he looked under his clothes, but it still fit. He ducked his head before he spoke again, ostensibly to slip a carefully rolled up stocking over his toe, more embarrassed by speaking than by stripping almost naked in front of an almost stranger.*

"Flattered, too, that you would think of me. You're kind."

When he raised his head again, there was a faint blush on his cheeks, enhanced by the red of the teddy. "I've never worn this material before," he commented idly, a hand supporting him as he leaned back and swing his black stockinged feet over the edge of the bed. "What do you think?"