They repeated much of Tonya’s speech to Suzanne. Each woman also emphasized that she and her partner had decided together to make this trip, and decided together to check the box, well aware that they didn’t really know just what they were getting into. Suzanne of course reminded Fred, her husband, that this whole thing had been his idea in the first place. Three of the four pairs had even talked about the risk that it might be too kinky or too extreme, and then what would they do? Should they take that risk? They had decided together that they would take the risk. Now the risk had turned out as they feared. But they had to see it through.
None of the women told her partner that she had signed him up for a one-in-three chance of having public sex that night on a big-screen TV. That would come later, after he had gotten somewhat used to the idea of his wife or significant other walking around naked all day.
Once each partner was more or less under control, each group headed out to a restaurant for a late breakfast or an early brunch. Their minders insisted that each group go separately, away from the others. The reaction was the same everywhere they went. In the restaurants and shops, on the street, at the beach, people stared more or less openly. In enclosed spaces, they often applauded.
Amy and Greg, her live-in boyfriend, had signed up for a bondage class that afternoon, and they decided that they would still attend. There they interacted with the same small group of people for an hour and a half, exchanging names and sometimes helping each other with ties.
The women got tied up in a range of positions, some of them with legs spread wide. The others had the essentials covered; Amy was naked. But at least in this sustained interaction, they were able to explain why she was naked. She had entered the lottery, and this was the wholly unexpected result; now she had no choice.
Every twenty to thirty minutes, there was the ritual of moving the clamps, and two times out of three, a male escort had to kneel before Amy, Suzanne, and Lynn to attach or remove the clamps from their pussy lips. The third time in each rotation was the move from the carrying bag back to the nipples.
The clamps became more and more excruciating as the day wore on. Every time they came off, whether from nipples or pussy lips, there was a surge of pain as the blood rushed back into the flesh that had been deprived of it. And every time the clamps went back on seemed more painful than the time before.
Twelve hours would have gone by the time they were permitted to return to their rooms at 9:00. Even if they wore the clamps on their nipples only 20 minutes per hour (and it averaged more than that, because the timing of the rotation was never very precise), their nipples would have been clamped for 4 hours or more in a single day. It was worse for Amanda, who had only a two-step rotation of on and off, and thus averaged 30 minutes or more every hour with clamps on her nipples.
Sore and bruised and painful to the touch did not begin to fully describe the condition of their nipples by late afternoon. Each time the clamps went back on, the initial pain was terrible, and it lasted longer than the surge of pain when the clamps came off.
Their pussy lips were in the same tortured condition as their nipples, and one of them was going to have sex with those pussy lips just before dinner. Both the nipples and the pussy lips were badly swollen, so that they called much attention to themselves when the clamps were off and they were fully visible. And of course the clamps themselves called attention when they were on.
The word of their condition spread like wildfire. There were some women walking around naked, with chains and nipple clamps. It had something to do with that lottery that people were talking about. Some people said it would lead to a public show on the town square that evening.