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The Many Fetishes of Gwen	By : Flashlight Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 12277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Folsom Street... Erotica... Exotic Erotic Ball. What do they have in common? They all happen to be erotic festivities. While erotic festivals have some taste in sexual activity, the publicity within these festivals, in my opinion, makes said activities less "wild" than at-home sexual activity. I assume that those festivities were more focused on the art form of erotica than sex itself.
I remember the first time I went to a fetish fair. It wasn't too major; there were hundreds of participants at the festival. It was pretty fun from the moment my mom and I arrived at the festival. I was a ponygirl pulling a cart with my mom in it. My torso had a body harness strapped to it. My arms were bound in an armbinder, and my legs were restrained by a pair of pony boots. Most importantly, I was gagged by a pony bridle.
I was able to pull the cart because my harness was hooked to the reins... That and my legs were pretty strong.
"You know, Gwen," my mom said. "This place looks pretty kinky."
"Neigh!" I nodded.
There were many things to look at and many people to talk to. Some people brought their bottoms over while others did some demonstrations of exhibitionism and sadomasochism. Some people, of course, just came to explore the festival. Since there were hundreds of people at the festival, there was a chance that I could find my friends at this place.
Speaking of friends, we came across Geoff and Bridgette. Geoff was wearing his normal clothes, but Bridgette wore nothing but a collar hooked to a leash. Bridgette stood on fours, plus she wore a bit gag in her mouth. I would have assumed that Geoff made her into a pet. Anyway, I greeted Geoff and Bridgette. Geoff walked up to me, taking Bridgette with her.
"Hey, Gwen. How are you doing?" Geoff gave my left breast a friendly squeeze.
"Ahm doointh gooth, Geoff."
"Nice... Hey, is that your mom?" Geoff pointed at my mom. "Now I know where you got your looks from."
Since I'm widely considered to be the hottest girl in the show, I wouldn't be surprised if any of my friends and foes found me attractive. Bridgette is one of the girls who are attracted to me. Bridgette walked up to me while hungrily eyeing my crotch.
"I think Bridgette's wanting something from you, Gwen." Geoff bounced his eyebrows. He knelt and took Bridgette's gag off of her.
Bridgette let her tongue fall from her mouth. Bridgette begged for a taste of my pussy like a dog begging for a treat. I looked at Bridgette's pleading face. I couldn't resist letting myself get eaten out by a hot blonde like Bridgette, so I obliged. Oh, how heavenly Bridgette's tongue felt. I moaned in pleasure as Bridgette licked my pussy to her heart's content. After some time, I loaded Bridgette's mouth with my cum until her cheeks puffed a little. After swallowing my cum, Bridgette licked her lips.
"Well, time to get going, Bridge." Geoff gagged Bridgette once again. "We'll see you girls later." Geoff walked away, taking Bridgette with her.
I pulled my mom further into the festival. The demonstrations were a kinky sight to behold. I've seen heterosexual and homosexual participants to and fro, plus slaves came in both sexes: male and female. Now, there was one demonstration that was a real eye-catcher.
One of my favorite people in the fetish world was Ira Mauricio Spooner. Back then, Universal Restraints Inn was not even a thing, plus Universal Restraints Incorporated was under a different name. If I recall correctly, Universal Restraints Incorporated used to be known as "The Psycho Store" or something like that. Why am I talking about him, you ask? Well, let me tell you one thing: he was at the festival.
When it comes to fetishes, mainly bondage, Ira takes things one step further. As a mad scientist or whatnot, Ira developed many types of restraining gear, some that may work with specific kinks. I watched Ira's demonstration, but soon, Ira decided to do something I didn't expect.
"Can I have a volunteer up here?" Ira called.
The audience members practically stared at each other, uncertain about what to make of Ira's demonstration. I, however, asked my mom to hold me in the air since I was incapable of raising my hand.
"You." Ira pointed at me. "Come on up, Gwen."
My mom put me down. I walked down the aisle and got onstage. Ira gave my left breast a wiggle; I guess it was to make up for my inability to shake hands with the guy.
"Allow me to get those off of you." Ira untied and ungagged me. "You won't be needing those for this demonstration."
"What do you have in store for me, Mr. Spooner?" I asked.
"I'm glad you asked, Gwen." Ira grabbed a pot that had a Venus fly trap in it. "See this?"
"A Venus fly trap? Why did you bring that?"
"Give it a little tap, Gwen."
"Okay." I gave the plant a light tap. The tap provoked the plant. It grew much larger than its normal size before grabbing me with its maw. The plant didn't digest me, of course. Come on! This is Ira Spooner I'm talking about, not some vore artist or Sugar or some deranged pizzeria animatronic. Anyway, after the plant grabbed me, it deflated, trapping me in what felt like a vac-bed.
"It's a little genetic experiment with plants." I couldn't see it, but I know that Ira was smirking. "I call it the Vacuum Venus Fly Trap."
At the time, I was surprised. I didn't think that someone could modify plants, Mother Nature's mostly harmless creations, into fetishy plants. Ira gave the plant a slap, causing it to spit me out and return to its normal size.
"Hey Gwen," Ira said. "I ain't sure if you noticed that interviewer minutes ago, but I plan on setting up a fetish-themed five-star hotel in an undisclosed area within this province."
"Really?" I was intrigued at the thought of the possible birth of a fetishy R&R establishment.
"Yep. It'll go live on April 21, 2010."
"Wow..."
Out of courtesy, Ira bound me back into my ponygirl outfit. I got off the stage and went back to my mother. When we got home that day, I told my mother about the news of the development of a fetish-themed hotel. My mom was excited to hear the news to the point of even saying that we should go there some time. Like mother like daughter. I had no idea what Ira had in store for us, so for fun and preparation, I went deeper into bondage... Much deeper...
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