May's B&B Pt. 03

May’s B&B, Part 3

Pony Farm

 

We finally managed to get everyone out of the house by two in the morning. Ella told me it’s always like that when more than one couple turns up to play. I looked at her and said, “We can’t live here darling!”

If you want to stay near-by, I’ll buy us somewhere close. I need a bit of privacy love; Wales is my getaway place. If I’m living there, how am I going to escape?

“Personally, I’d like to move a bit further south,” said Ella.

“Brighton’s nice,” I said. I got thumped for that. She was smiling, so it was well worth it. We made an outline plan to look around the Peak District and a bit further south. Matlock and Bakewell are nice, I said. I didn’t realise, now I had Ella I didn’t need to escape anymore.

We went to bed and did what normal people do. Well, with her on top and me looking at and playing with her superb hooters. When I woke up in the morning, she was still mostly on top of me. It’s still like that today; I think it’s a bit of an insecurity thing with Ella, I’m not complaining one bit; I love it.

We had breakfast, and she did me a fry-up. Generally, I don’t like food like that for breakfast, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her. Once in a while ain’t bad. It was all good stuff with proper butchers sausages and cooked to perfection. It was a pleasure to eat it. She just sat there watching me. When I was just about finished and nearly bursting I asked “what about you”.

She replied. I don’t eat stuff like that any-more. I have oats and fruit for breakfast.

Now-a-days, most mornings I now get a big portion of pussy for breakfast, and if I do it right, I get my usual porridge and coffee after. Its easily the best breakfast I’ve ever had

Ella came with me to my mum and dad’s old place. Luckily, no one saw us come or go. I did give Graham another twenty-five quid so he could take his boys to the cafe for an hour. I took Ella to my old bed and we did our best to brake it.

Graham intercepted all the local busybodies and told them he was working according to written instructions from Mrs V Bell. He pretty much shut the door in the faces of the scrounges who were telling him mum or dad had promised this, that, or the other.

Lots of stuff was to be left for a house clearance firm to come in the next day. He let the scavengers have their pickings from what was left. My resolve cracked when Olive turned up. Mum and Olive had been best friends since I was in nappies, so I introduced her to Ella and made her day.

Olive is a gossip but she and my mum are like sisters. She promised me total silence regarding Ella. She would be bursting to gossip about Rick’s new girlfriend after Bingo at the village club, but as she knew before Mum, she knew it would hurt Mum if was village gossip before I’d let her know. Now at least I realised I needed to talk to my Mum this evening.

I was glad she came. We were done and left Graham to pack his truck with the last bits. I went upstairs and lifted the floorboard in my youngest brother’s bedroom. There was an old Oxo tin with his secret stuff still there. He died when he was in his early twenties. I had a bit of a cry into Ella’s boobs while we sat on his bed together, and I told her about him and introduced Ella to him.

I needed to go then, I promised myself again I’d never come back here to Edenthorpe. That promise wasn’t as venomous as before; I didn’t keep that promise to myself either, somehow I knew I wouldn’t be keeping this one. Dunmore took care of the sale for me, bless him, another one I owe him.

That was Thursday. We decided we wanted some time to ourselves, so I booked three nights at the Midland Hotel, in Manchester. We went back to Wheatley for Ella to pack a bag and buggered off. Ella told me that one way or another I was coming out of erotica tomorrow in chastity.

Also, more worrying, she was determined to prove Jill wrong, so I’d better get used to the idea that “your wee man is not coming out to play for a fortnight”. She, however, intended to cum at any and every available opportunity.

I’d need to be at my best and maybe even better than my best with my tongue if she wasn’t going to go out and find herself some available cock. I took the last as bluster.

I hoped it was. I’ve got a fairly high tolerance for pain, but none at all for heartbreak.

A few of the group were coming over to Manchester for the second day. Ella and I were going to do the first day as well. Most of Ella’s clothing had a fetish theme, and I didn’t mind that one bit, but I’m a bit old-fashioned, and I wanted to buy stuff for her. I also fancied taking her to Paris and spoiling her there as well.

There is a ladies hair salon in the Midland; it’s supposed to be the best in the north. Well, that’s what the hotel management say. I asked Ella if I could pay for an appointment for her, a full makeover.

I had an ulterior motive, it was, no one knew her better than Jill, and if I got Ella under a dryer for an hour, I could have a talk with her. Managing phone conversations was such a pain when there were no mobile phones.

How easy would it have been with a text or two? Jan gave me 10 out of 10 for being a smooth bastard. Coming up with the hair appointment idea she thought was a bit of genius. She told me not to worry about Ella playing away. “It was never ever going to happen.

She also said she would stop winding Ella up about not being able to cope without cock. Then added, but only if I you make it worth my while. I told her I intended to take Ella shopping in Paris, and if Jill played her cards right, I’d bring her some photos back. I was immediately downgraded from a smooth bastard to just a bastard.

What Jill didn’t know just yet, was that I intended to take her and Taylor with us to Paris as a thank you for playing Cupid, with Ella and I.

I intended to propose to Ella in Restaurant le Meurice Alain Ducasseif. If, by any chance, I could get reservations for four

So off we went in the morning. It didn’t take long to get from the our room in the Midland to Erotica Manchester. It was basically held downstairs in the G-Mex centre. That is directly below the hotel. I’d gotten VIP tickets for all three days. Though we didn’t go on the third day, we pretty much had enough by Saturday evening.

I didn’t get one chastity device; I got two; a Lori’s tube, which just did not suit me at all, that, remains unused to this day,

At Ella’s insistence, well as insistent as she could bring herself to be at that stage of our relationship. I bought a cage with a urethra tube. I was very unsure about it to be honest It was made buy a guy from Cambridge called Kevin who was just starting to develop a reputation in the British Kink scene. I bought it because it did the job Ella wanted, It turned out to be a very well made piece of kit. To this day, I cannot get out of it once I am locked in it, and it remains one of Ella’s favourite toys.

It took no time at all for me to feel comfortable in it. The drawback is a week is pretty much as long as I can go in it. What we did order as well from Kevin was an ergronomical styled belt. It had a similar waist belt style to a Gothals belt.

While we were on his stall Ella had his gorgeous little wife pierce her clit, inner lips and a Fourchette piercing. She told me she had wanted the vertical Clit and Hood piercing and the Fourchette for years but couldn’t afford them.

Kay, Kevin’s wife had similar piercings. When Ella asked to see them she also saw she had her Inner Labia Pierced and asked me if she could have similar done as well. Its a strange thing, Ella’s Puss is very much an inny, the only visible telltale were the two outer Barbel balls on the Clit Piercing, which wasn’t a simple Clit piercing at all, it went through her Clit, the hood and exited on her mounds like an extended Christina piercing

As soon as my new tube was fitted, Ella produced a dog lead and a pair of cuffs. I was led around by my dick for most of the next two days. Some of the looks I got from other guys were pure envy. There were some envious looks from other women cast at Ella. She was very keen on showing the world what she had under her lock and key.

We went to a store where the couple working it made silicon rubber replicas of a man’s dick. I didn’t really understand why she wanted it, but it was fun having the mould made.

I now have three belts and a dozen or more tubes. The belt and the tube we bought From Kevin and Kay that first week we were together are still Ella’s go-to devices. The time I’ve spent not wearing some kind of chastity or other since then has to be less than just a few days.

Other than when I’m in some kind of bondage or other my cock is always under her lock and key. Having said that, it’s only when Ella wants to prove something or other that I don’t get to cum most days, She insists she is still a cock hungry slut and Ella likes my cock. I argue about the use of slut but she says Jill says she is so it must be true!

I have never been allowed to wank myself off since the day I first met the new improved May. In my mind, May and Ella are different people. Ella usually gets to cum three times a day.

I wake her up with an orgasm most mornings. She usually wants one early in the evening, and if it’s a funny old day or if one of us is ill, she likes one to relax her for bed,

When I say one, that’s not one Orgasm, Ella’s are like buses, they come in threes and fours. I never know when I am going to get mine but my chastity comes off several times a day.

Like I said I seldom get off more than once a day. I do get an awful lot of tease and denial. Special days like my birthday she will deny me any release for a week or so before. She turns my brains to mush on the special day. I usually end up with a sore cock that day, too sore to fuck for a day or two.

From Erotica, I drove us down the M6 to just past Stafford, where we turned off for Wales. My place is about 10 miles inland from Barmouth. It’s not the easiest place to get to, it’s also very hard to find.