The wedding turned out to be fabulous as we expected. I stood at the head of the aisle and I heard “Oooh” so I turned around. The sun was shining and the rays that poured through the window lit up Jo’s gold coloured dress. I was expecting Jasmine to be wearing her blue silk sari, but instead she plumped for her yellow one. She was right, had she worn the blue one, it would have taken the focus of attention away from Jo. But her yellow one complimented the gold one Jo was wearing, so well done Jasmine. She is thinking more like a girl these days.
We had a good party afterwards in the pub and everyone went home happy.
Behind the pub was a large field that had recently been put up for sale. We had a meeting in the pub to discuss what was going to happen to the field. We accepted that houses were needed but what was proposed would have turned our village into a town.
At the meting we were told by a council official that the field had been bought by some anonymous benefactor who was born here and has become rich. He wanted to leave a legacy for future generations. It was proposed that a large community hall be built next to the pub with a connecting corridor and part of the field could be turned into the pub garden. We thought about it, the pub landlord thought it would be great as that wall needed to be rebuilt anyway. It was a complete agreement. One hundred percent thought it was a good idea.
Marion and Jasmine had become an item and were looking for somewhere to live. We told them there are some old barns at the back, if they could do something with them; they were welcome to live there. They jumped at the chance. We notified the council and paid the fees. There was no objection as they were looking for land to put houses on.
I didn’t realise just what a wonderful village we had. People all mucked in to turn our barns into cottages. Small ones I agree, but quite liveable. It turned out Marion was a dab hand on a sewing machine. Jasmine as we still preferred to call her was a fabulous carpenter. We had electricians and gas fitters along with water engineers who came from towns and villages all round to help. It turned out that everybody in our village knew someone who knew someone and when they put it round, everybody volunteered. It was like that TV program. The last people to turn up were the roofing people. We had to buy the material but they gave their services for free. By the end of the month, Jasmine and Marian had moved in.
I asked Marion how Jasmine was these days as we hadn’t seen much of her. Marion said she was okay. She is far more relaxed in female clothing than she is in male clothes. When I said to Mario that at the end of the month we were having a little party at our house and she readily accepted the invite. I told her all the girls would be there. “In that case we need a little serving wench, don’t we?”
I of course agreed. Marion said she had a new outfit for Jasmine and she thought we would love it. “In fact, she has learned a ritual rather fast. I think you and the girls wold love it. How many have said are going. I would need to get the correct number of settings”
I asked what she was going to do and all I was told that it is a surprise. Marion would provide the food. But I would have to find out if everyone likes it. She gave me the list and I phoned round during the week to find out if everyone loved seafood. I told Marion everyone loves fish and chips or Sushi.
Now Marion knew what she had to do. We had plumped for Sushi and Saki. Jo and I had to be blindfolded while Jasmine was brought inside and led to the kitchen. Once she was in, the blindfolds were removed.
The girls turned up and sat around on the cushions. Marion had set the table so people could pick up a straw plate and help themselves to the wine. I’d never tasted Saki before and at first didn’t know what to expect. It was quite potent to me but I liked it.
We sat round talking about how things were going on and the girls asked Marion where Jasmine was. “She will be here when you are ready to eat” was the response. The girls said they were peckish so Marion banged the gong. The girls said the villagers keep asking them when they were going to see Jasmine again. It was getting boring and they would soon have a nice village hall to show her off in.
The door was opened and in walked this Japanese Geisha girl with a pure white face and the most beautiful white kimono. She was carrying some dishes which she put on the table. I noticed that although the kimono was loose, she only took small steps. I asked Marion about this and she lifted the kimono to reveal a genuine kimono petticoat and a hobble petticoat under that to prevent anyone from taking large steps. “Meet Jasmine everyone”. Marion told us, and Jasmine gave a slight bow.
I noticed the shoes and saw they had little blocks of wood on the soles to raise the feet off of the ground. “Jasmine made them” we were told. Everyone thought they were excellent. One girl said that as tomorrow was the anniversary of when she went to Tokyo, we should all get to the pub and take our wonderful Geisha girl with us.
We all agreed. Jasmine then went out and brought back a copper pot which she started the tea ceremony. While we were talking, Jasmine spent the next two hours doing the ceremony. We all watched in awe as she completed it and handed us our cups. The tea really was refreshing and I was glad we settled for the Japanese theme for the party. It was fun eating sushi and rice from bamboo place mats.
We decided it was too late to get to the pub plus we had knocked back a lot of Saki, we would go tomorrow. Jasmine disagreed, so the girls grabbed her and quickly tied her hands behind her back. With that hobble petticoat she couldn’t run that fast. Her feet were tied and Marion gagged her. It was fun watching her struggling while trying to escape. We all realised how the time we spent in the guides helped us to learn all about knots. “So that is what the guides are all about”, I said, “learning how to tie men up”. Everybody went into raptures.
I went and got a sheet and laid it out. Jasmine was placed on it and the four strongest girls took a corner each. “Are you coming to the pub dressed like that tomorrow or do we have to take you there now and leave you tied to a lamp post for the night?” Jasmine agreed to go tomorrow. With that the girls lifted the sheet and took her home to Jasmine’s and Marion’s place just behind our home.
When the girls returned it was suggested we leave it for a month and do a “Mikado” theme so all the girls could become a Geisha girl and I would be the Samurai. We all agreed and I said I would tell Marion in the morning. A quick nightcap and everyone left in the brightest of moods.
The next day I went over to Marion’s place and told her of the new plans. Jasmine, out I the kitchen, overheard and said she would be delighted to join us. I told her if she was or wasn’t willing to do it, she is going. I said to Marion, “You two are chirpy this morning” Jasmine walked in wearing a mini skirt and tight jumper. That jumper made her breasts stand out. She looked ravishing. It was when Marion spoke next that snapped my attention back to why I was there.
“We got home and I untied her and said a Geisha girl is a top class prostitute. Show me how good you are. I sat in the arm chair, Jasmine got down and I put my legs over her shoulders and she gave me the most intense orgasm with her tongue. After that we stripped off and went to bed and we were at it for hours. Rabbits had nothing on us”. I grinned, but at least Jasmine agreed to go to the pub to do the Mikado for the hospice.
I asked why Jasmine was in a skirt, and Marion told me quite blatantly that Jasmine was more relaxed in skirts than trousers. “Besides, I love to see her in them. Turn around Jasmine” Jasmine turned and I could see the skirt was so short that the viewer would get a tiny glimpse of her knickers. I loved it. Later in the village people asked when Jasmine was going to be seen again. It was so boring so I said they should watch for the surprise.
The village hall was completed and everybody mucked in to furnish it. We decided our Mikado theme would be the ideal way to open the hall. At one end was a large cupboard for storage. I had ideas for that. We had a lot of rehearsing to do.
The day of the concert came up so we all got together and took jasmine to the hall nice and early, easily bound and gagged her. “Just to make sure you don’t change your mind” I told her. I realised she was getting into this bondage thing. We hadn’t finished with her. We lifted her and stuck her in the cupboard, locking the doors so she could not escape. Fortunately there was air vents in it.
We had ten minutes before the hall doors opened and we released Jasmine, but told her to stay in the cupboard until we got her. She was to do the announcing and after that be the bar maid, serving drinks at the tables.
The hall filled up and everyone looked at us and wondered where Jasmine was. Marion opened the cupboard and let her out. There was a gasp as she stepped forward and the hall burst into raptures of applause.
The evening went well and set the mood for further concerts. It got put in the local papers and mentioned on our local radio station.
Everyone went home satisfied. A week later I asked Jasmine if there was anything I could do for her. I was surprised when she told me what she wanted. I looked at Marion and she agreed it would be fun.
They both went and changed into cotton sports shorts. Marion also had a tight T shirt on. I phoned the pub up and told the landlord what was going on and he said he would not stop us.
At the hall, Jo and I tied Marion’s hands behind Jasmine’s back. Jasmine’s were tied behind Marion’s. We walked them over to the cupboard and tied more rope around their waists. They were shoved into the cupboard and Jo tied their feet together. I told them they could shout as much as they want; there wasn’t anyone around who could hear them.
I shut the cupboard door and Jo and I listened. It didn’t take long before we heard them kissing each other. We went home and climbed into our bed. Jo said, “It’s strange, thinking about those tow tied up like that is really making me horny”. I made sure she was satisfied that night.
The next day, we released Marion and Jasmine. They were as frustrated as hell and ran off home to release the pent up tension.
So, we decided that we had done enough to bring Marion and Jasmine together and would leave other people to organise concerts. Marion and Jasmine come over once a fortnight, and I had to admit, although she looked lovely as a geisha girl or in a sari, her slave girl outfit was my favourite.
We did have a slave girl auction. Her cock had been glued down once more and when the girls came, they bid for her to serve at their house for an evening. We had notices sent to all their houses and they found Jasmine chained to a wall in the garden with a notice she was for sale.
Afterwards, she did admit it was fun having all the girls bid for her. Of course they had to inspect their prize and they groped her fake breasts and rubbed her bum and crotch. Jasmine did not complain. She asked if we could do it weekly. Marion said “My slave girl needs punishing. You are going into the box until further notice” Jasmine grinned.
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