I love the way spandex feels on the body. This tight-fitting material feels like it's being caressed, and when it's wet, it feels even better. As a self-bondage enthusiast, I often put on my zentai outfit to increase the pleasure tenfold.
I discovered this material thanks to the cyclists who have a sort of foam-lined shorts inside for comfort in the saddle. I bought one for myself because I do a bit of cycling. So it didn't take me long to decide to buy myself a Zentai outfit. It's a basic, classic outfit in black. There are all sorts in terms of colour and pattern, so you can play Spider Man or look like an animal.
The people in charge of the gîte put me at ease right from the start, and I'd even go so far as to say that they excited me during the tour of the premises. When you visit the dungeon and the nursery, Marc's comments, which only serve to give 'hints' of perverse ideas, leave no-one unmoved. Then there's the visit to the secret room, where the outfits and accessories on loan to the customers make it clear that they've seen it all in terms of fetishes. These range from ABDL to feminisation, to extravagant outfits including a lockable canteen to deprive members of their "wise" personal belongings, a straitjacket, enema equipment, etc. .....
It's both exhilarating and embarrassing because this room isn't open access. You have to ask for what you want. Although Marc does everything to make you feel at ease, it still means revealing our little "foibles". You get used to this open-mindedness quite quickly, but it's very unsettling on the first day!
The visit to the park in front of the gîte is more conventional, despite the fact that he specifies that you can do some self-bondage there or walk around in the outfit of your choice. After the large vegetable garden, there's an almost conventional fitness trail. Why almost? Quite simply because the gîte can be rented out to families, and once again it's Marc's comments that make it "more attractive" ....
The orchard just above the gîte is open to the public, so you can eat the fruit there, but you can also wander around in the clothes of your choice. Marc tells you, as if he were talking to you about a recipe..., that you can practise Bondage Walking there or that he can organise an Espace game.
Suffice to say that by the end of the guided tour you're well aware that you're not in a madhouse, no, but in an amusement park run by mentally ill fetishists.
Back to my big fear for the shy me with my water selfbondage!
I moved into the flat, where I discovered the famous binder of really good bad ideas. If you don't have enough of them, take my word for it, you'll find plenty to 'distract' you, whatever your fetish, and above all, to discover lots of kinky or naughty tricks.
So I put on my swimming costume and went for a dip in the pool. SURPRISE! You've got feet everywhere. The fact that it's covered hides you from the view of the owners who might pass by and see your little naughty pleasures....
As I said at the beginning of my story, a zentai outfit is pleasant to wear and when it's wet it gives you even more sensations. I was about to go from the bath to the pool. Being shy by nature, I waited until it was dark before going for a swim in my zentai outfit. The automatic lights and small illuminations are nice EXCEPT when you want to be discreet! ! In the spotlight, I had to kick myself to go for a swim. What's more, a huge cat was staring at me, looking like "Who's that madman? Apparently he's used to seeing strange things, as he wasn't even scared.
Once I was in the water at 27°C, my second skin became very sticky and caressing with every fathom. I went back and forth X times, not because I'm a great athlete but because the pool isn't very big. This number of return strokes was motivated by the caressing, not by any desire to do sport. Suffice to say that there was a bump in front of my outfit. When I got out of the pool, lying on the deckchair, which I had to move so that the light didn't come on every time I moved my right hand, I stroked myself all over... It wasn't my fault, I just had to let the clothes drip off!
Before going home, I took a little walk in the park, at night with no lights and a zentai outfit that obscures the view quite a bit. The light from the half-moon that evening wasn't enough for me to dodge a tree branch. AIE. The olive tree didn't miss me.
If night gives you advice, it gave me some very bad advice, including the idea of combining a scenario of self-bondage in zentai gear in the swimming pool. In the dungeon, you'll find chain to make yourself a belt or something, handcuffs, padlocks and a string with all the keys attached. Marc had shown me this equipment and explained the purpose of the string with the keys. Once again, the accessories in this fetish theme park set my libido on fire.
By way of training, the next day dressed in my almost dry outfit, I made myself a chain thong and locked the handcuffs to it. Then, once the hood was closed, I threw the keys in the air before handcuffing myself with my hands behind my back. This self-bondage scenario is easy; I've done a lot more complicated ones. Here I was excited by a new place and the fear that they'd come to have fun in the dungeon and discover me in this awkward position, even though he'd told me not to come there when they had customers.
Even with my reduced vision, the sunshine enabled me to find the keys quickly. I told myself that as a training exercise for my crazy idea, I'd do it again at night without light. That's what I did that evening after a pleasant walk and some food shopping. After eating my meal, listening to music and reading the famous binder full of really good bad ideas, once night had fallen I went to the dungeon, this time without being surprised by the lighting. I reproduced the same scenario as in the morning. It took me about 10 minutes to find the keys that had fallen behind the pillory. That was my first moment of anxiety, because in an unfamiliar place and with the fear of being surprised, the shy man wasn't as calm as at home.
ALL RISK INSURANCE Marc certainly reassures you by saying that "if you're doing self-bondage and we don't see you during the day, we'll come and see if you're blocked. If you are, we'll help you free yourself and you won't be judged, just fined a coffee or a coke".
It's not the price of a coffee or a coke that's the problem! It's the idea of being found in a bad position. At the same time, this has two effects. The first is reassuring and gives you wings by breaking a few rules of caution, and, at the same time, the risk of being seen.....
That evening, as soon as it got dark, I tested out the metal chastity cage provided in the dungeon before starting to put on the chain thong and locking the handcuffs on the front. To put it bluntly, I had a hard-on like a donkey in the cage, my penis collided with the resistance of the metal, and just stroking my nipples over my zentai outfit made me climb to the ceiling.
So much so that by the time I got to the pool, my wisdom and caution were gone. Instead of leaving the handcuffs locked in front of me, I hooked them behind the chain thong. And there, after sitting on the pool step, I threw the string with the keys into the water.
After walking around the pool for a while, getting all excited, I swam around a bit with my hands behind my back. It was exhilarating! The shy one started looking for the keys to his handcuffs with his feet. After going back and forth X times I hadn't found them. Suffice to say, I wasn't proud, even though my life wasn't in danger. Instead of taking small steps with my explorer's feet, I went wide. No results and therefore anguish!
It must have taken me two hours to find them. I was sweating profusely, even in the water. The worst was yet to come!
Spandex doesn't help you dive, especially when your hands are cuffed behind your back. On the contrary, it pulls you up. The problem was managing to get down on my knees to grab the famous string with the keys, a string that only wants to change place with the water movements you generate as soon as your foot leaves them. After a long struggle, I blocked the string with the keys in a corner. The risk of hitting myself was no longer a problem, I preferred a bump to the shame of being freed by Marc the next day. I ended up grabbing them and, take my word for it, I was never going to let go.
To be on the safe side, I went and sat down on the big, wide step at the entrance to the pool. As carefully as I could, I started looking for the keyhole in the handcuffs. Although the Zentai outfit didn't help my fingers, I finally managed to insert the key and open one of the bracelets. It was by unlocking them from my chain thong that I made them fall into the pool. With my hands in front of them, it was much easier to retrieve them.
What was disturbing, very disturbing, was that after drying off a bit on the deckchair, I wanted to remove the chastity cage. None of the keys worked with the padlock. I had no choice but to wait until the next day to ask Marc for them. In the morning, Popaul was protesting in his cage in angry farmer mode.
Marc replied in his relaxed way that they should be on the accessory shelf. And then, with his very perverse naughty look, he offered to keep them if I wanted to experience wearing a chastity cage for a few days 24/24 non-stop. Awkward but tempting. When I hesitated, he didn't insist, just told me to think about his proposal and that it would be his wife who would keep them. I didn't dare, and I still blame myself, because if there's one place where you can have fun without being judged, it's there.
Nevertheless, I agreed to let him organise an Espace game for me if I could do it on my own. His answer was crystal clear: "I'll hide the keys and give you the cards for the treasure hunt. After that, you can do it when you want and in the outfit you want. If you really don't want to risk being seen, do it between 2pm and 4pm, which is siesta time in Spain".
As indicated, he did indeed retrieve the famous string with all the keys and put a sheet of paper on it with clues about the dungeon's bar. That same afternoon, the black-clad ghost set off in search of his freedom, wearing chains on his feet, the famous chain thong and handcuffs behind his back. Luckily, as they had created green tunnels and there were lots of trees, I didn't suffer too much from the heat, even with the Zentaï outfit keeping me warm. Two hours later, and so two hours of pleasure living out my fetish in the middle of nature, I went home to remove the chastity cage to? I mean, shower!
On the last day, Marc took me with him in his 4x4 to have a drink with his friends who run a food truck at the foot of the Chodes cliffs, an exceptional spot for climbing enthusiasts. It was on the way back, albeit a short one, that he managed to get me talking about my little pleasures. Once we'd started talking about embarrassing confidences, we continued talking about self-bondage when we arrived at the gîte. That's when he hooked me up with a 'nappy' and offered to give me one to try. This nice perverse lout gave me a long-lasting self-bondage scenario so that I would have to wet my nappy.
To make it happen, he gave me a combination lock. So the last night, I slept (badly) in the LOVE room tied to the bed in my nappy and my Zentaï outfit. I had to wait 7 hours before there was enough light to see the numbers on the combination lock. Suffice to say, I didn't feel like sleeping in.
My impressions of the pee pee in self-bondage?
- Being tied up and having no choice is a bit of a mental release.
- The fear of running away is unfounded, the nappy absorbs well.
- The fear of bathing in urine is unfounded, the nappy absorbs without worry.
- It's not unpleasant, quite the contrary.
I'm not thinking of becoming an AB or DL, that's not my thing; but it's not impossible that I'll buy myself a pack of nappies to reproduce the idea of not having a choice.
EPILOGUE
I've had a lot of fun, but I've also been well rested during this holiday, during which I haven't really visited much of anything. I'm sorry I didn't let myself go a lot more, because Marc would surely have given me plenty of other ideas. But if shyness can be cured, it takes time, especially for these things.
I think this year I'm going to start a fund with the restaurants I won't be going to so I can go back. My budget was €450 for rental and two full tanks of fuel + €35 for motorway tolls in France. I'll have to save a bit for something else, but I want to experience it again, and this time I want to try out all the tricks in the secret room!
END
If this B&B for fetishists really does exist, this erotic story is fictional. It's just an example of what it's possible to experience at a fetish bed and breakfast when you're single.
This can obviously be totally different depending on YOUR desires and fetishes, just as if you come as a couple or with an accomplice.
If you are playing alone, we can accompany you for a while if YOU wish.
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