MELROSE PLACE: ANOTHER HONEYMOON by Adrian Hunter Kimberly shook the rice out of her long red hair as Michael closed the door to their secluded honeymoon suite. The wedding had been wild, no doubt about it, and all that champagne was making Kimberly feel more than a little amorous toward her new husband. As he hung up his jacket, Kimberly reached behind her back and struggled with the zipper of her antique bridal gown. "Would you be interested in giving me a hand?" she asked coquettishly. Michael smiled as she held up her hair to give him better access to the complicated fasteners. "Ta da," she announced as the dress fluttered to the floor. Michael's eyes swam slowly over the dazzling package before him. Unbeknownst to anyone, Kimberly had continued the Victorian theme of her attire to include an old-fashioned corset underneath her gown. Firmly-boned and tightly laced up her back, the restrictive garment molded Kimberly's torso into a perfect hourglass while it pushed out her hips, bottom and breasts. Combined with the white gartered stockings, full-length gloves, high-heeled button boots and dainty lace panties, Kimberly was a luscious vision of 19th-century loveliness sweetened with more than a dash of contemporary lust. "Michael, darling," she cooed. "I think we're going to need more ice." Michael just nodded as he stared at his radiant bride. "Run along," she said as she pushed him toward the door. "I have a surprise for you." Once he was gone, Kimberly reached in her toilet bag and pulled out a white satin scarf and a pair of handcuffs. After carefully placing the key on the dresser, she blindfolded herself and secured her wrists in front of her waist. Her heart began pounding harder and harder as she waited for Michael's footsteps and hand on the door. Kimberly had always resisted his requests to play tie-up games, but tonight, she was determined to give him what she hoped he wanted most . . . herself. She smiled when she heard him come into the suite. "You can do anything you want to me," she said softly. "I'm completely at your mercy." "So you are," Michael finally replied after assessing this unexpected development. He took Kimberly by her arms and pushed her back toward one of the posts of the poster bed in the middle of the room. Kimberly pretended to resist his advances by running her cuffed hands up and down his chest and then giving his already-bulging crotch a squeeze. "Oh, a feisty one, eh? We'll just see about that." Michael took off his bow tie and knotted one end to the chain between Kimberly's manacles. He raised her hands over her head, brought them back down behind her neck, and secured the other end to the post. "Hey," Kimberly yelped as she flapped her elbows helplessly. Michael ignored her complaints as he removed his cumberbund and began rolling it into a tube. When stuffed into Kimberly's mouth and strapped behind her head, it effectively stifled all further discussion of his bride's sudden predicament. "You know, I was afraid it was going to take a few days to turn you around," he said as he unbuttoned his suspenders. Kimberly tried to kick him away, but he held her ankles firm as he lashed them to the bottom of the bedpost and wrapped the slack up her shins and over her knees, pinning her legs to the thick wooden support. "We don't really need to keep you in the dark," he said, and took off her blindfold. Kimberly's eyes grew wide as she watched Michael open a large black suitcase. Inside was what looked like enough rope to outfit a yacht, plus piles of gleaming PVC, stiff new leather accessories and dull black rubber outfits. Michael rummaged around until he found a pair of heavy clamps on a long chrome chain. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he sang as he reached into the top of Kimberly's corset and tugged her nipples up until they were exposed over the seam. He attached one clamp to a pink knob, then ran the chain behind her neck before clipping the other. The tension caused both nipples to stretch and stand straight up like soliders in the presence of a general. Kimberly moaned loudly through her gag as the plastic tips bit hard into her tender flesh. But Michael was oblivious to her plight as he busied himself with the contents of his suitcase. "Gotta take some snapshots for the album," he laughed, clicking away with a Polaroid as she twisted and turned her face away from the flashing camera. Kimberly strained mightily against her unpleasant bonds, but the handcuffs and Michael's tux accessories mocked her efforts to escape. Her discomfort was heightened by the metal clips that pulled her nipples upward and the stiff upper seam of the corset digging painfully into her breasts. Michael seemed ridiculously happy as he laid out Kimberly's next confinement on the dresser. He had never imagined that his new bride would willfully submit to slavery, but the blindfold and cuffs were all the proof he needed. However, he did realize that his wedding-night fantasy might be radically different from Kimberly's, and she might need a little time to grow accustomed to her new status. But that didn't mean he couldn't get started right away on her training. "You really surprised me with the handcuffs," he told Kimberly as he untied her wrists from the bedpost. "Pleasantly surprised, I might add." Kimberly mumbled something into the cumberbund gag, but Michael ignored her as he unwrapped the suspenders from around her ankles and legs. He led her forward to the middle of the honeymoon suite, and commanded her to stand still with her legs spread apart. "If you so much as twitch," he warned, "we can do this just as easily with you hanging upside down." Kimberly did as she was told, hoping her obedience would hasten the removal of the clamps from her aching nipples. Instead, Michael quickly removed his bride's button boots, stockings, gloves and panties, leaving her naked save the corset. "That really looks great on you," he remarked as he walked around her. "I'll have to remember to have you fitted for a rubber one next week." Kimberly felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Rubber corsets? Next week? She had presumed tonight was a special occasion. Was Michael planning to keep her tied up for a week? Or maybe a month? Indefinitely? The noticeable dampness between her legs surprised her. Michael loosened the corset's lacing, and the garment fell away from Kimberly's full-figured physique. Without the corset's support, her ample breasts became weights dragging down on her nipples as they strained under the pressure of the clamps chained around her neck. The riding cropped thwacked into his open palm with a report that sounded like gunfire. "I'm going to untie you now," he said softly. "You will do exactly what I tell you. Any delay or refusal will result in swift and permanent discipline. You will not speak unless asked a direct question, and then the only permissable answer is "yes, master." Do you understand?" "Yes . . . master," Kimberly replied once the cumberbund was removed from her mouth. She could barely resist using her unmanacled hands to relieve the dull ache burning in her groin. C'mon, he's got to be kidding, she thought to herself. But she wasn't willing to risk finding out for sure. "Hold up your breasts to me." Kimberly reached under her globes and grabbed them tenderly. "Higher." Her still-sore nipples protested as she pushed upward. "Do you want me to suck them as hard as I can?" Lord, no. "Yes . . . master." Oh. Christ. "Did you just try to push me away?" "N-n-no . . . I mean, yes, master." Michael frowned. "You've deliberately disobeyed me twice." He sighed, then headed for the suitcase. Ten minutes and an acre of leather later, Kimberly recognized the seriousness of her situation. She had never seen a arm binder before, but it didn't take long for her to figure out its purpose once her arms were crushed together. Almost worse was the discipline helmet Michael was carefully lacing over her head after first removing the wig that hid her shorn red hair. The horrible headpiece was attached to a four-inch posture collar with special straps that connected to the binder. Kimberly inhaled the deep leather scent and shuddered. The tightly-zippered binder wrenched her shoulders and made her her breasts jut straight out, while her eyes stared into a sea of black. "Open your mouth." She bit down on a wad of leather. Once her mouth was laced shut, Michael immediately turned his attention back to her aching nipples. Then her stomach. Her inner thighs. Her groin. "Spread your legs wider." Kimberly complied. Nothing happened. She relaxed, until the tip of the crop scored a direct hit. Kimberly instinctively brought her legs together. "Big mistake," Michael remarked as he went back to the suitcase. The iron bar had two padded leather cuffs bolted to its ends, which Michael padlocked around Kimberly's ankles. A second, shorter bar was soon between her thighs. Kimberly felt him attaching something to the end of the binder where her hands were encased. "Bend over." Her arms began rising toward the ceiling as Michael pulled the chain over the wooden beam and down toward her helmeted head. "Lift your head up." She heard the distinctive click of a padlock as the last link was attached to a ring on top of the helmet. Kimberly arched her back to compensate for the tension caused by the weight of her upstretched arms and head, but the spreaders made it difficult for her to keep balanced. Much of her trouble became academic when Michael added another length of chain between a metal loop under her chin and the middle of the ankle bar. Kimberly felt the breeze of the crop just before it landed across her buttocks. Red welts soon rose on her legs, back and breasts as well. "Now it's time for some more training. Do not move." Kimberly sucked in a huge gulp of air through her nose when Michael dropped the weight. It dangled a foot below the clamped nipple to which it was attached, swaying as it twisted and tugged its hapless prey. A second clamp soon joined its mate, and then a third found its way between Kimberly's pink folds. Any movement on her part soon sent the terrible threesome into action, a problem soon compounded by Michael's skillful deployment of a whirring vibrator all over her splayed body. She resolved to hold herself steady, but she couldn't control her shaking when the tip of the dildo connected with the pussy clip. After what seemed like hours of torment, Kimberly felt a monsterous spasm of relief crash through her loins. "I didn't give you permission to come." At this point, Kimberly didn't really care. To her surprise, Michael began unlacing her mouth, then removed the leather wad. "Do you want to consumate our marriage?" "Yes, master," she immediately replied. He didn't bother asking where. All three were available. When he had finally satiated himself, he slowly removed Kimberly's various bonds and torments until she stood before him naked and cowering. "The amount of freedom you enjoy will be in direct proportion to the amount of pleasure you bring me," Michael said. "However, it will be impossible for you to forget your true purpose in life." From the suitcase Michael withdrew a handful of leather straps with rings on them, and a bag of what appeared to be large thumbtacks. He kneeled at her feet and wrapped the first strap around her ankle. With a shiver, Kimberly realized what the tacks really were. Rivets. Michael worked his way up her legs, permanently securing straps just above her knees and around the fleshiest part of her thighs. Another trip to the suitcase produced a pair of opera pumps with a "T" strap that connected the front of the shoe to the strap around her ankle. Two more rivets, and Kimberly was tottering precariously on six-inch heels until her husband decided otherwise. After he cuffed her wrists and elbows, Michael circled her neck with a stiff posture collar. "Hold out your arms," he commanded. He slipped the rubber breast harness over her head and tugged it into position. It looked like a bra, but instead of cups, it featured two holes which were much too small for Kimberly's sizeable bust. That didn't stop Michael from pulling them through so the rubber circled them against her ribs, causing them to bulge alarmingly. "Open your mouth." The ball tasted awful, but the rubber face harness smelled even worse as Michael pulled it over the top of her head and stretched it taut around her cheeks and chin. "Lift up your left foot . . . now your right." Kimberly didn't dare look down, but it didn't take her long to figure out what she was stepping into. The black latex panties fit snugly, as did the two plugs and the special rubber hook that dug deep into the front of her crotch. "Lie down on your stomach and put your hands behind your back." The padlocks clicked in an unsettling fast tempo as Michael united the straps covering her arms and legs. Kimberly felt her ankles being pulled back, then attached to her wrists in a very strenuous hogtie. She felt him attach something to her collar, but didn't dare look up until she heard him head for the bathroom. She was chained to the foot of the bed. Like a pet. "Good night, my wife." Michael clicked off the lights in the honeymoon suite and laughed. "Sleep tight."