Yes, you read that right!
This sheet can be found in the folder of game ideas provided by the cottage.
Canoe and kayak hire from the association
€15 including life jackets, waterproof bags and pump.
€25 if we inflate it for you, take you there in the canoe or kayak, AND pick you up from the Mularroya dam, about a 15-minute drive from the fetishist holiday cottage.
You can wear a nappy, nipple clamps under your shirt (fun for rowing...), tights that are clearly visible under your shorts, or any other ideas you may have, such as a singles outing. Please note that as the area is not very busy, you can have fun by taking a few precautions OR by going to a secluded spot on the riverbank for a good spanking in the open air.
A game offered by the fetishist cottage. (No extra charge for rental)
1°) Put whatever you want in your knickers and then put on your trousers.
2°) The belt of your trousers is replaced by a chain + padlock. If necessary, it is possible to make braces with chains and padlocks.
OPTIONS
We drop you off with the canoe kayak and come back to pick you up 3 hours later.
You set off alone with the deflated canoe kayak in your car.
End of file
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A little erotic story to accompany this advert/information.
You have read the file entitled 'The fetishist canoe' in the 'really good bad ideas' folder on the table in your flat. The urge to experience it is too strong, so you have booked this trip and asked for padlocks and small chains.
You put on your chastity cage + a ball stretcher + tights + a bodysuit under your clothes. You didn't take the optional nappy, it's not your thing. You closed your trousers with the chains and padlocks. As embarrassed as you are excited, you climb into the 4x4, which drops you off a quarter of an hour later with the canoe kayak at the lake. During the journey, you don't speak, feeling a little ashamed.
Once the canoe kayak is in the water, TSM helps you get in, and that's when you really feel what you've put in your knickers! Without saying anything about your grimace, he hands you the waterproof bag and the oars before pushing you out onto the lake. His knowing and teasing look reassures you as much as it worries you when he says, 'Have fun and see you in three hours.'
You row quickly to get away from the shore and the fisherman watching you. He knows nothing and sees nothing, but his gaze unsettles you. You quickly realise that rowing with what you've put in your knickers and your bum has perverse effects with every stroke of the oar. You're so focused on these sensations that you barely look at the landscape. A frightened heron flies away as you approach, surprising you and giving you the impression that it knows everything.
Little by little, you relax and decide to play explorer. A few curious fish swim close to you. If only they knew... Once you are far enough away, a small, isolated cove catches your eye, and you decide to visit it. Being alone, far from prying eyes, you put down your oars and begin to caress your chest in search of your nipples. These caresses ignite your libido, but alas, your hands cannot reach your troubled intimacy. To compensate for the frustration, you leave the cove and continue exploring the lake, taking breaks as you go, as you are not used to rowing. Between your buttocks, the plug begins to 'push' and tickle you as if it were working in concert with your bladder. You open the waterproof bag and check the time on your phone. You've only been on the canoe for an hour. It is at this moment that you regret not bringing a nappy, as it becomes clear that your bladder will not last another two hours.
If this isn't self-bondage, it's certainly a hell of a lot of self-restraint. An hour later, you need to pee so badly that you feel like you're going to explode, that your back teeth are starting to get wet. You end up begging the gods for TSM to take the keys to the padlocks when he comes to pick you up.
You can feel that you are going to crack, that your bladder will win this duel. To deceive the enemy, you start to row. In vain, because you start to leak, to wet yourself! Desperate and ashamed, you decide to let go. Wet for wet, you might as well free yourself, relieve yourself 100 metres away from a fisherman who has no idea what you are going through. It relieves you, oh how good it feels to relieve yourself. At the same time, it's hot, it's surprising. Imprisoned in its fabric straitjacket, your chastity cage intensifies the sensations, your buttocks also heat up in the seat of the canoe kayak.
After the relief, shame overwhelms you because you won't be able to hide your condition. The idea of saying that you fell into the water comes to you. Looking at your dry shoes and socks, you realise that this will not be credible. So you decide to move closer to the bank and then test the depth with the oars. When you reach the bank, you get out where there is only 30 centimetres of water. It is cold, it is mountain water, and it makes you want to pee again. You start to hate TSM! At this point, you can no longer resist. In a burst of courage, you crouch down to get your trousers completely wet so that your story about falling into the water or getting out too early will be believable.
After getting back into the canoe kayak, you decide to head back to the starting point. Your feet are as wet as your legs and bum, the lake water has rinsed you off but is starting to make you cold in your soaked trousers. Seeing the 4x4 and trailer approaching in the distance, you no longer hate TSM, who has arrived early and become your saviour. As with the launch, he reverses the trailer into the lake before climbing on, motioning for you to come closer. When he tells you to climb on so you don't get your shoes wet, you laugh and tell him that you already have and that you fell into the water.
TSM then gives you a towel and hands you a jacket so you don't get cold before loading and securing the canoe kayak onto his trailer.
You were lucky to fall where there wasn't too much water, you could have been completely soaked! TSM says, amused and not at all sympathetic, because he understands that...
The idea of soaking his car seat doesn't bother you; it will be your revenge. When he invites you to get in the car, you see that the passenger seat is covered with a tarpaulin. You immediately realise that he has planned ahead and anticipated that you might have a few 'problems'.
When you arrive at the cottage, he recommends that you take a good shower and gives you the keys to the padlocks on your trousers. You walk like a lame duck to your apartment, where you can finally free yourself from your constraints and the plug, which is becoming very threatening.
When you are finally free and showered, you decide to enjoy a nice glass of chilled rosé on the garden bench in the shade of the walnut tree. Seeing TSM washing the inside of the canoe kayak with a hose, you know that he knows what happened to you. His discreet complicity gives you the courage to try out other ideas from the 'really good bad ideas' folder.
Your single holiday is shaping up to be a hot one.
END
AUTHOR'S NOTE
The canoe and kayak rental from the association that manages the fetishist lodge is as described in this story. It can be simple, classic or embellished according to your desires and fetishes with equipment and accessories made available to you free of charge.
If you practise self-bondage, the fetishist lodge can be your trusted partner and keep you safe on request. All you have to do is send a text message.