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"I do appreciate you inviting us here to your holiday manor," Hazel said, sipping her tea lightly, as she sat across from Lady Midnight in the sitting room of Rolas and Midnight's holiday manor.

"I'm delighted to have you here, Haz Elin," Midnight replied. "It's always a delight to get away from the bustle of city. We've hardly had time to speak to each other since you and your husband Lord Reggie came to our wedding." From underneath the table there was a muffled noise, which stopped after Midnight kicked lightly with her foot.

"Reggie has been working himself to, mmm, death," Hazel said, her expression growing stuffed for a moment. "I had to twist his arm off in order to get him to come here." The arm in question was laying on a side table nearby. It was a tin and brass piece of clockwork designed to replace Reggie's original left arm, which had been lost in an airship accident some years ago.

"I was wondering about that," Midnight said, taking a sip from her cup. "However did you persuade him to remove it?"

"Well, he can't wear it in the bath, for obvious reasons," Hazel noted. "So I hid it while he was cleaning up. He demanded that I tell him what happened to it, but wrestling him down with only a single arm proved remarkably easy. Didn't it, dear?" Hazel lifted up the skirt of her dress, revealing her husband's face, blindfolded and with a wide ring gag strapped between his teeth so he could pleasure his wife. His one good arm was cuffed behind his back to a ring on the metal collar locked around his neck.

"Nnng," Reggie moaned desperately, as Hazel pressed her foot pad down on the chastity cage locked around his cock. It had been locked on since the Winter Solstice, and she had promised if he was a good boy, she'd let him orgasm while they were visiting.

Still, Reggie's situation wasn't as bad as poor Rolas. Midnight's husband was also under the table, wrists chained behind his back and elbows strapped so tightly they were touching. His mouth was filled with the three inch wide rubber strap on Midnight wore around her hips, which she periodically pushed deeper into his throat as she gave the choke chain around his neck a sharp tug. Both husband's ankles were secured to the same metal speader bar, preventing them scooting forward to remove the double dildo plunging deep into their tail holes. Still, at least Rolas' cock was free. For the moment.

Midnight nibbled on a sweet biscuit thoughtfully, her toes massaging Rolas' rock hard rod. "I suppose we will have to let them out for dinner."

"Will they be dining with us, then?" Hazel asked. "I distinctly remember you offering me a vixen's night out during our stay."

"No, I thought we'd put them in the secure storage room upstairs," Midnight said. Rolas' muffled protest was cut off abruptly as she gave his collar another yank. "Bread and water should be enough for them."

Hazel chuckled, and ruffled Reggie between the ears as he let out a low moan. "Poor dear," she cooed. "I guess this going to be a very long holiday for you both."