Week 0 / Saturday

Week 0 / Saturday

Larissa sat in the car with Julian at the end of their wedding, all their friends and family around them. She leaned over and kissed Julian passionately, and everyone around them cheered. As they were kissing, Suzy drove them away.

As they went through the gate, Larissa broke the kiss, and said, “Suzy, are we actually going on our honeymoon?”

After holding covid at bay for so long, the Omicron strain had suddenly broken free that week. Case counts were still small, but the trend was clear – it had escaped. The talk in the media over the last two days was that New Zealand was going to close it’s borders to Melbourne any day. Larissa had ignored it all day, but it was time. They had a back-up plan, but she really wanted to go to New Zealand.

“Well, I think you’re in luck! Word is that New Zealand are going to close the border tomorrow, or at the earliest at midnight tonight, but they haven’t announced anything yet. You’ll just have to test regularly while you’re there. But you’ve got all the tests you need, so I think you’re right.”

“Great. All right, sweetie, I’ve decided that I want to start out marriage the way I want to live.” Having said that, she reached in and started undoing Julian’s fly. “And I’m so excited to be married to you, and I’m feeling it!” She leant down and licked him.

As she did that, Suzy said to Julian, “Enjoy! I’d go slow so you have time to come before I get on the main roads, but I think we need to get you to the airport. So come quick!”

Larissa heard Julian laugh and then she went for it. Yeah, it didn’t take long, and she swallowed it all and licked him clean, and then tucked him away. Then she kissed Julian with a big grin on her face.

“Babe, you’re awesome,” Julian said. “Now it’s your turn!” He pushed her back and spread her legs, pulled her dress up, and ran his arm up her dress. Gently, he ran his fingers down the front of her panties. He smiled and said, “And unlike you, I’m in no hurry here, we’ve got nearly an hour. Suzy, are we going to be in time?”

“Looks good to me. We have fifteen minutes up our sleeve, and there’s no traffic problems showing. Shall we go through all the arrangements?” So they did that, working through the plans in detail for the flight in front of them, and then the rest of their trip. Julian and Suzy had organised the general schedule, based on input from the Patreon fans in New Zealand who’d been really keen to organise things for Julian and Larissa. Then Suzy had sorted all the details – bookings, paperwork, etc.

All the while, through the discussion, Julian gently played with Larissa, gradually make her hotter and hotter. At one stage, she thought she was there, but he backed off, smiling at her. She tried to concentrate on the travel details – it was super exciting for her, only her third flight ever, and her first trip overseas. But also, Julian had his hand on her pussy, and that was very difficult to ignore, and then she’d choose to focus on that. Then he’d back off again. Arrgh, what a tease. Suddenly, he turned and kissed her passionately, forcefully, and went for it on her pussy, and bingo, she was across the line.

They shared a lovely smile when she was done. Yeah, that was getting their marriage off to the right start. And they’d agreed: no games on the plane. Not with all the focus on masks etc.

They said good-bye to Suzy when she dropped them off. She gave them passionate hugs and kisses and said, “I hope you have a great time! I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”

Well, here it goes, her working honeymoon. She checked their luggage: two checked bags, and two personal bags. Julian had a computer bag with both their computers and all their chargers etc, and a little bit of personal stuff. A guy, so hardly any of that. Larissa’s personal bag was a little backpack, loaded with all her personal stuff, two water bottles on the sides of it, and a little extra spare space for clothes, for hiking and trips. In their checked luggage: a pair of jeans each, hats, and shorts and t-shirts, underwear, and for Larissa, a set of bikinis. And a dress from the stripper shop Julian didn’t know about that she was hoping there would be a chance to wear. And for both of them, hiking boots, runners, and thongs. That was it – travelling as light as they could. Julian was wearing his runners, while she had her boots on – they went with her dress, though she’d been barefoot most of the day.

That left space for Larissa’s dress, because she was wearing it all the way to Auckland. Julian looked at her with raised eyebrows. “You’re wearing that dress on the plane?”

“I sure am! You’re taking it off me when we go to bed.” That was what he’d asked for, the very first thing he said when they started talking about the wedding: I don’t care about anything else, but I want to take your wedding dress off myself. That was back before they decided anything else, and he probably expected a real wedding dress, so Larissa had held it in her mind, though he’d never said anything more about it.

Julian gave her a gorgeous smile for that – yeah, he understood. “I love it, babe, but how will you get through security?”

Larissa shrugged. “If I have to take it off, I will. That’ll just up the thrill factor for you!”

Another beautiful smile for that, and he shook his head. “Babe, life with you is never going to be boring.”

But she didn’t have to take it off after they went through all the check-in processes. The security people watched with amazement as she gratuitously asked Julian to unhook her chains so she could hold her hands over her head like they told her too. She could see the scan: the machine showed metal around her wrists, neck, and waist, and the chains in her hand. The security woman, a woman in her thirties, gave her the once over and checked her out thoroughly, a grin on her face. “Love the dress, dear. Is it OK for me to touch you in those places?”

“Sure,” Larissa said. “You can touch me wherever you need to. I knew this dress would be a problem here.” The woman felt all the mesh steel bands sewed into the dress. Of course, it was fine – the dress was pretty much skintight, and she could easily feel the bands that anchored the rings.

When she finished, she said, “One question, if I may?” Sure, Larissa nodded. “Where did you get this magnificent dress?”

Larissa laughed and said, “A dressmaker made it for me. If you’re interested, look on Twitter for ‘Larissa and Julian get married’” – Steph had made sure that the tweets mentioned Sharon. After she passed through immigration, Julian grabbed the chains, and looked at them. Then, with a wide smile, he hooked her up himself, putting the short chains on for the first time that day. Now she really was tied – she couldn’t do much with her arms, and she couldn’t unhook herself either. Then he took the longest chain and hooked it onto her neck, leaving it hanging down her front like leash. “Babe, you’re OK with this?”

Larissa took a deep breath. She had expected to get the short chains at some stage, that’s why she got them, but the leash thing was a surprise. She should’ve thought of that, of course, and there was a plenty of people around. She could see the immigration staff watching her in amusement. But hell, why not? If this wasn’t the time, when would it be? “Sure. I’m good with this.”

He left her like that while they walked to the business lounge. Walking like this with her hands tightly constrained, unable to swing much, was ... disturbing. Julian anticipated that and they walked slowly. She sure wasn’t going to forget how much she was constrained, and she got plenty of amused looks. And some disapproving ones.

At the business lounge reception, the woman on the desk said, “Hi Julian, lovely to see you again.”

“Hi ... Toula, right?” She smiled when he got it right. “Thanks, it’s nice to be back, and thanks for remembering me. I’d like to introduce you to my wife, Larissa.” Well, there it was, she was a wife now for sure, and there was a pleased ring in Julian’s voice. Sweet.

Toula gave her the once over – who wouldn’t with the chains on? She got an amused smile. “Welcome, Larissa. Have you been here before?” No, never, so Toula explained how the business lounge worked. But since they only had a few minutes before boarding, she said, they probably just had time for a drink, not a full meal. “I’ll come and find you when it’s time to board,” she told them.

Julian found them a seat, and then said, “Coffee?” Larissa nodded, she sure wanted a wake up so she could work on the plane – she was pretty tired after a big day. “And you need the toilet?” Also yes. She’d used the toilet after the dancing before getting her dress on after the dancing, but not since then. “Right. Off you go then.” He grinned at her. “Find someone to unhook you.”

Larissa wiggled forward on the lounge and stood up carefully – not so easy with no hands to help. Then she looked around, thinking. The lounge was busy; the plane was full, even upgraded to a bigger plane, and there’d been people out in the departures hall crying because they couldn’t get on the flight – probably the last before the NZ borders closed. And she’d heard someone else call this the ‘last flight out of hell’. Melodramatic, sure, but it fitted the mood and her heart had gone out to the people who couldn’t get on the flight. This just didn’t seem the time for games like this, and they probably shouldn’t have done what they’d already done. She looked down at Julian and saw him watching her with a raised eyebrow. She frowned and said, “That could be kinda fun, but I just think that here and now, this last flight, it isn’t an appropriate time for that.”