Chapter 6

Andrew hadn’t realised how important Amsterdam was to them both until that trip. He had spoken to a few people over the last few years about Mandy Brown being totemic for him, her importance in letting him cope with his volunteering. Amsterdam had that same importance to both Ara and Suzanne. They shouldn’t have needed something external to validate who they were, the choices they were making, but they did. And Amsterdam was that place for them. And Ara hadn’t even been yet. Andrew had his limitations as a man ruthlessly exposed that night. He was a drained husk, just empty from a pair of demanding lovers that were insatiable. And that was not hyperbole. The two of them were dialled all the way to eleven and it was wonderful to behold. And it was nothing but conventional sex, no playing. And yet despite the passion it was also incredibly intimate. Whenever two of the three of them were fucking, be it Andrew with either of them or when it was the two of them together, the third person was kissing or caressing, at least one and often both people. Both Ara and Suzanne, separately, tried to describe what it felt like as the other one ate them out. All too soon coherence suffered and all they could do was kiss until a climax ripped through them.

Days and weeks later, reminiscing about all the fucking they did, both that night and in those crazy early days, it was not the acts that Andrew remembered. It was no longer love of the act, it was love of the people that he was doing the act with. He found them intoxicating. Suzanne was 5’8”, endlessly curvy, with short strawberry blonde hair. Arabella was 5’11”, still with an hourglass figure but her bust was less pronounced than Suzanne. Her hips and bum were almost identical though. There could be no doubt that Andrew was an arse man. Her jet black hair hung down her back and her slightly tinged skin contrasted to Suzanne’s and his own pasty whiteness. It wasn’t the contrast that got to him the most, it was the joy. Both of them looked so happy, and he knew that personally he felt very different. When the two of them finally took pity on him and stopped trying to raise the dead, they arranged themselves to sleep. It was Ara’s turn to be snuggled and Andrew fell asleep with her in his arms, his hand resting on Suzanne’s hip.

There was no point in rushing out to the airport first thing, it was better to let the morning commuter rush, such as there was, go and get a flight around midday. Passports were dug out and they packed, Ara and Suzanne sharing a big suitcase and Andrew with his usual backpack. But there were also quiet conversations and a small craft knife and packing tape were also packed, together with a large padded envelope addressed to the house. His questions were met with smiles but no answers. Into the suitcase also went Suzanne’s playsuit, butt plug, boots and long coat. A re-enactment was clearly in the offing.

They talked constantly, yet said nothing, on the trip over. Travelling at the last minute, the tickets were surprisingly cheap, and they arrived at Schiphol 4.00 Amsterdam time. The hotel Andrew and Suzanne had stayed in twice before was able to accommodate them perfectly. They were fully booked over the weekend but the Wednesday night and Thursday night were free. When they checked into their room, which had a king bed, they stopped and looked at it. Andrew guessed they were going bed shopping when they returned to London.

“Do you want to go now?”

Ara nodded.

“Do you want to do a superficial walk round the area, browse in every store, just gorge at the first store? What do you want to do?”

Ara looked at Suzanne.

“How about we do the walk up and down the main canal, show Ara the layout of the area. She can see how many stores there are. Then once we have done that initial stroll then we can enter some of the stores, starting with the one we have been in many times.”

Suzanne looked at the suitcase but Andrew shook his head and mouthed ‘tomorrow’. This night was about Ara. So the three of them headed out in central Amsterdam, walking along the side of the canals and over to Dam Square. They walked past a Royal Palace, apparently not ‘the’ Royal Palace, and five minutes later were are at the edge of the Red Light District. The first two times they had been there Suzanne and Andrew walked up one side and down the other of streets that lined a small thin canal. What they had not figured out was that there was a second, slightly wider canal which also was part of the District. It was all the little alleys and lanes between these two main streets where the prostitutes sat in their red light lit windows. Suzanne and Andrew had steered clear of them on their previous visits and so hadn’t realised they only visited half the area. Just going up and back on both main streets, with their canals in the centre, took more than an hour. Before 6.00 on a late Spring day it was still bright and clear, so although there was a surfeit of red light the full impact was dampened.

But having seen everything, from the outside, and dispelled the mystery, Ara was satisfied. Other than the sex shops she had no interest in visiting any of the strip clubs, sex shows, or any of the other enterprises promising much but likely to leave them disappointed. They were there for themselves, to do some shopping and retreat to their hotel room, ultimately to their own home. So the three of them doubled back and returned to the sex shop that was the least sleazy of any that they had found. It was also one of the largest and it had been there that most of the purchases had been made over the two visits.

Once they were inside the door, Andrew and Suzanne steered Ara to the side and let her senses cope with the overload. Squeezing his hand she leaned round him and smiled at Suzanne and then they started to explore. The two of them wanted to do a quick trip round the store just letting Ara get a sense of the whole place. That important moment when she realised that she was normal, they were normal. Not mainstream, but not broken. Andrew walked up the aisle of video tapes. The small bondage section was at the end of one of the aisles, almost lost among the all the fuck and suck videos. As Ara and Suzanne walked round all the different sections of the store he stood and looked at bondage videos. He picked up and looked at the back of each one of them. The front covers tended to have a sameness to them but the smaller photos on the back covers, although tough to see sometimes, showed much more detail, and gave him more ideas. He had brought a little notebook with him for precisely that moment, to jot down some ideas. He didn’t intend to recreate a porn set dungeon but was intrigued by the furniture used. He made note of several things although he wondered where the hell you purchased such items. He was certain that IKEA didn’t have a dungeon section. Andrew walked over to join Ara and Suzanne just as they were heading his way. They met at the end of the regular sex videos, the one aisle they had not yet browsed.

“How are you coping?”

“Suzanne told me when she first came here she wanted to buy half the store. If she bought one half can I buy the other?”

“That good?”

“Even better. I am a confused, horny mess. I want to run back to the hotel with you both, and at the same time stay here for hours and buy everything. My heart is racing and my brain is swamped with thoughts about sex. I can barely remember my own name.”

“Did you see a playsuit that you liked?”

“I moved past that part as I wanted you there when I picked one, when we all picked one.”

“So how about we go and find you a playsuit, stroll slowly back to the hotel, stopping at several other shops on the way, and Suzanne will whisper what she wants you to do to her, I’ll whisper what I am going to do to you and you just try and remember your name? Does that seem like a plan you can embrace?”

Radiant smiles all round, Andrew included. Ara led them over to the bondage clothing section. Suzanne’s playsuit was hanging there, an obvious choice.

“We know that is an option, but you are different people with different needs, let’s see if we can find one that is different for you.”

They almost missed it, and were on the verge of going to get the playsuit similar to Suzanne’s. They had even picked up two pairs of cuffs and were doing one final pass on the way to selecting the playsuit when Andrew spotted it. It was tangled with another suit and he hadn’t noticed it at first. It was the little tag showing the suit on a model that caught his eye. It was called an arm-binder and it was a ladder of four straps that bound both arms tight together behind the back, with straps above and below the elbow, mid forearm and wrist. There was an additional strap for securing it to the body, around the waist. When he finally got it untangled and showed it to Ara she had the perfect reaction. Her nostrils flared in excitement and she gulped nervously.

They had a winner.

With a quick nod she left the store with Suzanne while he paid. Andrew had asked Suzanne to take Ara outside so that he could buy a second playsuit and some additional chains. The arm-binder was great and he was pleased that it was distinct for Ara but it had no eyelets for attaching cuffs or chains. The classic playsuit was without parallel when it came to that flexibility. The two of them eyed Andrew suspiciously when he came out the store with two bags. Andrew wanted to drag the evening out for another hour or two but after 32 minutes he was kidnapped and they returned to the hotel. The door to the room closed with a finality and Ara flipped the lock.

“Suze, get your playsuit and cuffs out, then strip. Hurry up.”

This last was accompanied by a smack on her arse. Suzanne laid out the playsuit and threw the cuffs on the bed beside it, before stripping. Ara waited until she was naked before helping her into the playsuit, lacing the two buckles at her shoulders and waist. Suzanne held out her arms as Ara buckled the two cuffs to her wrists before folding them behind her back and letting Ara restrain her. Suzanne’s reaction to the sound of the clips clicking onto the eyelets at the back of the suit was becoming engrained, almost Pavlovian. Calmness washed over her features.

Andrew straightened from leaning against the wall and approached Ara handing her the arm-binder. She took it but her confidence and authority of mere moments ago had vanished and she looked to him for guidance.

“Lay it out on the bed then strip. Hurry up.”

The same words, the same smack on the butt, the same result. Suzanne stood beside them and watched as Andrew worked out how to attached the arm-binder. It was simple as long as the straps didn’t get caught up. There was a long wide piece of leather nearly two feet in length that centred on and overlaid the person’s spine. He buckled the waist strap first to hold it in place. Andrew kissed Ara first on the mouth and then on the neck. He could feel her pulse racing as he caressed her throat. Then it was several minutes of trying the different straps and testing the tension. The wrists were easy and even doing that he could hear Ara starting to moan softly. With all of these things it was the balance between feeling, and being, helpless while not stressing or straining joints and muscles. The one thing the arm-binder did was improved Ara’s posture, pulled her shoulders back and thrust her tits, with achingly puffy nipples, forward. Suzanne seemed to be hypnotised by the sight before her, imagination running riot. Andrew turned Ara round and laid her onto her back carefully.

“Are your arms hurting?”

She shook her head. He was all set to fuck her, satisfy her cravings when he stopped. The mental was missing. Instead Andrew unclipped Suzanne and got her to help him get Ara onto the bed. He leaned against the headboard and knee walked Ara into place. Ara was on his thighs, right below his balls, Suzanne behind her.

“Suzanne, why don’t you help your dom into position, since she has lost control.”

He didn’t know which one of them gasped louder. But Suzanne held Ara by the waist and lowered her onto his dick.

“Give me your hands Suzanne.”

Suzanne’s arms snaked round Ara’s body. Andrew moved them so that all ten fingers were up, palms towards Ara’s body. The classic 14 year old boy imitation of grasping a pair of breasts. Then he clipped the cuffs together.

“Look at that Arabella. Your naughty sub has left you here helpless, you have lost all control. But her wickedness isn’t over yet.”

Andrew moved his mouth close to Ara’s ear, his voice now a growl.

“She knows it is wrong, she knows she will suffer. But as she closes her eyes and starts to torment you she will hear your cries and she knows that they will be her own soon. And you know that however much you are tormented here today you will torment her more.”