He shook his head, put it all to the back of his mind, and got on with his work. He didn't have to keep the appointment anyway, because this Madam Tisset person had no idea who had really called.
Next morning Kevin bumbled around in the office, hardly aware that he was doing no work at all. The anticipation of what lay in store had set his heartbeat to a rapid rate, his pulse thudding.
It was her, his mystery woman, he just knew it was.
Just to be on the safe side he parked the car a few streets away and walked to the address on the card. The building was an old red brick affair which must have once been a warehouse, and some of the windows were either barred or bricked-in. Not a particularly salubrious place.
He pressed the bell, and the door opened.
'Hello, Sam,' welcomed a very matronly woman. 'Please come in.'
He balked slightly - she was a bit old - then stepped inside. She closed the front door and he followed her up a narrow dingy staircase.
To his relief he was shown into a white room which might have been that of a dentist or doctor. Everything looked very clean and professional.
'The shower is in there,' she said, pointing, 'and you'll find a robe on the back of the door. If you would like to freshen up then come back in here.'
Showered and already feeling nicely relaxed, Kevin had to wait for a few minutes until the woman returned.
'Now Sam,' she said, 'what we would like to do is get you absolutely relaxed. To aid this process and stop anything from causing distraction, sensory deprivation will be instigated for just a few moments. All this means is that you will put a blindfold on, use the headphones, and listen to calming music while you rest.'
She drew him to the side of the massage table and put a small pair of earphones on him. The room was instantly distanced by a soft sound which could have been a mixture of heavy breathing and the sound of sea washing an exotic shore. She then handed him a silk blindfold with straps, which he put in place himself. As her hands guided him to the bench, where he lay face down, she also loosened the robe so that the couch was in direct contact with his skin, and as he instantly calmed, arms by his sides, she slipped it from him totally.
A small part of his mind was analysing the softening process, equating it with what he did to prospective clients, and he had to admit it was working very well. When hands very softly began to rub oil on his back he was not worried at all, far from it, he had decided to enjoy the experience. As the masseuse - he assumed it was this Madam Tisser - began to work, he detected the hands of an expert. He relished the persistent smoothing of hands up his spine, easing the strands of muscle slowly but surely into a state of absolute relaxation. She was good. As she caressed and her hands gently moved his buttocks in circles the inevitable happened; his penis very gradually but surely began to grow. He moved subtly to accommodate it, but lying face down was not the best way to deal with the problem. As though the masseuse knew this was happening her hands roved more insistently to the muscles at the tops of his thighs, manipulating the flesh this way and that, stretching his buttocks. Kevin realised she must know he was aroused, and her actions were becoming more and more erotic, teasing, and the relaxation tape had become slightly more vibrant. Now it definitely sounded like a woman panting with desire.
Then the earphones were removed and a sultry voice whispered, 'Hello, Sam. I am Madam Tisset. You may call me Madam. Have you enjoyed the session so far?'
'I - er - yes... Madam.'
'Now, you know I'm a professional dominant, and will do my best to give you the most satisfying session you have ever had. This will include pleasure - and a certain amount of pain.' A finger glided down his back, and he knew he was not to lift his head or remove the blindfold. 'If you do not want this, you now have your last opportunity to leave.'
There was only the sound of his breathing in the silence.
'Good boy, Sam,' she purred. 'Now, I will give you a release sign. If the first two fingers on both hands cross simultaneously, the session will be terminated instantly at that point. Show me you understand.'
He crossed the required fingers as her finger slipped between his buttocks and caressed just around his balls. He gasped at the sudden flood of sexual craving he experienced.
'Good boy,' she purred hypnotically. 'Now, a single word of warning. You will answer my questions politely, and deny me nothing. If you deny me in any way whatsoever I will terminate the session. If you cross your fingers I will terminate the session. If the session is terminated you will pay the full fee and leave the premises the instant you are dressed. Do you understand?'
'Yes,' he whispered.
'Madam.'
'Yes, Madam,' he corrected.
'Very well. Turn over. I wish to shave you.'
Shave him? What would Esther say? He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and turned over in the darkness of the blindfold.
'Oh my, you have been enjoying yourself, haven't you?' she chided.
'Yes, Madam, I'm afraid I have.'
'Good. Now, spread slightly.'
There was a soft warmth of shaving cream, and a blade began to clear away the coarse hair around his genitals. His fingers clenched the sides of the couch and his erection rose powerfully. The scraping feeling was wonderful, but not nearly as erotic as the touch of her hand upon his newly shorn flesh as she smoothed it, checking for stubble. Then the whole area was washed again, and talcum powder applied.
'That's better,' she concluded. 'Now get up. That's right. Give me your hand. There are no steps.'
She led him forward and he followed, his step hesitant.
She made him stand still, then requested one hand. He held it out, and felt her wrap a thick leather restraint around it. His penis throbbed excitedly at the sensation. She requested his other hand, then his ankles, one after the other. Then she took the blindfold from him.
They were standing in a room filled with contraptions of all sorts. A huge wheel with restraints, various benches, stools, stocks, and many things he was hardly able to comprehend a use for. But the most terrifying and impressive sight was the implements which surrounded him, on all the walls. Implements designed for all kinds of bondage and sexual torture. He shivered. What was he doing here?
Glancing down at his own ankles and wrists he realised the restraints he wore were now attached to two poles on each side of him by chains. At the moment he could reach to undo them himself, but if the ratchets spread him to full stretch, he would be immobilised totally. She stood behind him, and he began to turn his head to see her.
'Stop!'
The authority in her tone made him freeze. 'Well, little man, how brave do you feel?' she taunted. 'Will you release yourself and walk away, or shall I carry on?'
He gritted his teeth against her patronising. 'Carry on,' he snapped.
A small motor began to whine and the chains attached to his wrists slid up inside the poles. He winced, but found his wrists being drawn inexorably upwards and out. Then they stopped moving, and as the pitch of the motor changed the chains on his ankles began to tighten. He shuffled his feet further and further out until his legs were parted at a stretch that was a tad beyond comfortable. Then his wrists were pulled once more until he stood in an enforced star shape. His hands wrapped around the chains and clenched hard.
He sensed movement, and his tormentor walked into his vision, clutching an impressive whip. He gaped. It was not his dream dominant at all, but the woman who had let him in, only now she was dressed in a tightly laced leather bodice. She wore stockings, and her high-heeled boots were laced up to the knee. He was shocked. Surely a woman of her age should have a little more decency?
A glint in her eye told him she knew exactly what he was thinking. She moved closer, her hips rolling, and he found her movements surprisingly sexual and very feminine. With the handle of the whip she lifted his limp penis. 'Is that all you can manage?' she teased. 'Do you want me to do nice things to this rather charming body of yours, and give it a little h
elping hand?'
'I'm not sure this is—' Kevin halted abruptly as she drew back her arm, took aim, and swept the tip of the whip expertly against one thigh. He yelled and leapt, insofar as he could within his bonds.
'You're supposed to say yes, please, Madam,' she warned, glancing up at his hands.
He realised she was looking for signs that he was going to wimp out. 'Yes please, Madam,' he said through gritted teeth, torn between saying no and crossing his fingers.
She smiled, a feline curl of the lips. 'Very well, Sam. Now you've seen your surroundings and are suitably impressed, I'm going to blindfold and gag you again. Then I'm going to tie a weight to your balls and beat you. Then I'm going to leave you to enjoy that for a while before continuing. Do you understand?'
'Yes, Madam,' Kevin said, almost surprising himself.
She smiled knowingly, and went to the wall. She chose a hood with an integral gag and went back to him. Leaving himself so emotionally and physically exposed to a woman made him feel as though he was betraying his masculinity and belittling himself, but he obediently opened his mouth and let her slip the lump between his lips and the hood over his head. Locked into darkness once more, he felt her tweak it all into place and buckle it up tight. Somehow he felt more comfortable in the dark, like a child imagining he couldn't be seen because he couldn't see others. And though he knew where he stood and what was around him, the darkness distanced him from his own inhibitions.
She deftly strapped something around his balls. His buttocks tightened as a finger, inadvertently or otherwise, brushed against his anus, increasing both his senses of vulnerability and sexual awareness. All he knew were the strange sensations of constriction, and suddenly the stretching and pulling of a weight on his scrotum. He gasped around the gag, winced at the bizarre sensation, then gradually the weight increased as she lowered the full weight.
As the burden settled between his spread thighs Kevin realised he was revelling in his thraldom, and he waited in delicious anticipation for her to complete the rest of her promise. He no longer cared that she was of an age that would not normally interest him.
Without warning the bite of the whip caught him on his thigh and he jerked like a puppet in his bonds. The further pain of the weight moving gradually stilled to a dull ache, and when the whip descended again he concentrated on curtailing his movements as much as possible. Then the bite of the whip landed more regularly. It attacked his thighs and buttocks, then began to seek out more sensitive targets: his nipples, his anus, and the exposed tip of his penis. At first the pain was paramount, each stroke causing him to writhe and groan, then gradually pain suffused his body to the extent that the pain itself was an aphrodisiac, and gradually he felt the stiffening and tightening of his cock as it began to grow once more. Why it happened he had no idea, but after a while his whole awareness became focused on the sensations of his body. He was no longer a man, no longer a banker, no longer an individual.
He simply was.
He waited, not knowing when the next stroke was going to bite. After a while he realised he was alone, just as she'd promised, with only his bondage, his scorched flesh, and the exquisite discomfort of the gently swinging weight to occupy his spinning thoughts.
And in the darkness he waited, his fingers clenched tight and his flesh bathed in sweat.
Chapter 16
Esther was quietly amused that Kevin could have gone through the whole experience and come home to her pretending he had simply been at work. But then again, he would be equally shocked if he knew she had been there, watching Madam Tisset at work. She decided it was about time all the deception was taken out of the equation.
But only two days later Kevin phoned her at home. 'Sorry, honey,' he said, 'it's this big meeting I have to prepare for. I'm going to be working so late I thought I'd better stay in the city tonight. I knew you'd understand. Love ya.'
'Love you, too,' she said, and replaced the handset thoughtfully.
Two years ago she would have believed him. A year ago she would have pretended to believe him. But not any more.
It took ten phone calls before she discovered the hotel into which he was booked. He hadn't even bothered to use a false name. A double room for a night and champagne, the receptionist told her with bright enjoyment. It was lovely to see a man interrupting a heavy working week to remember his wife on their wedding anniversary. So romantic.
'Romantic my arse,' Esther said to herself, and deliberately burned a hole in the trousers she was ironing. Then she carefully put the iron down, switched it off, and picked up the receiver again.
When she replaced it, Kevin would have been horrified to see the malicious amusement on her normally placid face.
Esther had had an accident, they said on the telephone, and was at the hospital. He'd left work in a total panic and scoured the emergency wards - but to no avail. Esther was not there. By the evening he had visited three hospitals in varying degrees of agitation and an increasing suspicion that it was a very nasty practical joke.
Where was she? No one knew.
Who had called in to report the accident? No one knew.
He had driven twice across the city, and between frustrating attempts to communicate with the hospital staff, who must surely have been interviewed for personality and presentation by an ageing orang-utan with an attitude problem. He had tried to phone home, but there had been no answer.
Someone at work was going to pay for this damned joke, he decided. He seethed with tiredness, frustration and righteous anger because he had paid for the hotel room in advance, and the joker had cost him a day's holiday and the hotel fee, not to mention a little session with Gloria.
But even though he finally decided that the planned entertainment for the evening was also out; he had to make sure Esther really was all right. As he swung his car out towards the suburbs he also tried to phone Gloria to put her off, but her mobile wasn't answering. Damn! He'd told her to leave it on so he could contact her.
Sure enough, when he arrived home Esther was on the sofa looking crumpled and surprised. She held a half-read paperback. 'I thought you were working late?' she said.
'I finished up early, honey,' he said, kissing her on the cheek, feeling more relieved than he would have thought possible to find his wife her normal placid and understanding self.
'You've been working too hard,' she said with plenty of concern. 'You've got that drawn look you always get when you're tired.'
He blushed a little guiltily, deciding not to tell her about the spiteful practical joke, and to play on her sympathy instead. 'Yeah, well, perhaps I have.'
'Well, you go and get in the bath and relax. I'll bring you up a beer.'
He shrugged. Why not? There was certainly nothing better to do now, and all thoughts of sex had totally dissipated. What a let down, after what he'd planned for the night.
He sank back in the lovely hot bath, however, and accepted Esther's wifely ministrations as his due, while dreaming of the luscious Gloria and pondering the injustices of life.
Esther brought him up his favourite beer, and then left him to it. As he lay back and closed his eyes and thought of Gloria's delicious tits his cock swelled in the gently lapping water, and he gripped it dreamily in his fist. He began to gently massage himself beneath the warm water, and gradually his annoyance at missing out on what promised to be a memorable night faded as he drifted to the realms where fantasy met flesh...
But he was wrenched back to reality with a start as Esther suddenly bustled in.
'Wh-what do you want?' he snapped abruptly, a little water slopping over the side of the bath as he tried to quickly conceal his semi-erect cock beneath his hands and struggled to sit up.
'Oh,' she looked a little taken aback by his aggressive outburst, 'I'm just going to pop over to Jenny's house. I promised her a recipe, and I'll probably stop for a coffee. I won't be more than an hour or so.'
'Fine,' he said, wishing he hadn't snapped at her. After she'd gone got back to
the job in hand. Eventually he lifted his hips, closed his eyes, every ounce of awareness sucked into the expectancy of the pleasure which throbbed between his legs. 'Oh,' he gasped. 'Oh, nearly, nearly!'
'Mmm,' he heard from behind him. 'That's nice.'
For the second time Kevin let go abruptly and his eyes flew open. He sat up again, sploshing more water over the side, intensely annoyed at having his pleasure summarily cut short, words of admonishment on his lips.
But even as he turned he knew the woman who leaned nonchalantly in the doorway was not Esther. She wore a short dress of something lacy, through which black satin underwear, sheer black stockings and suspender belt were displayed to advantage, as was the enticing bulge of her breasts and the flat expanse of her middle. Green eyes glittered through a sequinned hood.
'I wouldn't do that if I were you,' she said.
'What the hell...?' he began, horrified, and lunged to his feet, his sexual urge forgotten in the sudden panic.
She stood up straight and her voice hardened. 'Esther will be a while. Get out of the bath.'
'But... in my own house? What's going on?'
'I said get out!' Her voice was a whiplash, and he found himself obeying instantly.
'That's better. Now, put this on.' She handed him a collar from which hung a strap fitted with wrist restraints.
'Oh no, Esther mustn't know—'
'Put it on!' His hands moved, buckled it around his neck. 'Turn it around and put your hands behind you,' she commanded. Almost whimpering with fear - and excitement - he did so, and allowed her to buckle his wrists to the middle of his back. The front of the collar pulled on his throat, made him retch, and his erection flourished.
'Now, open your mouth.' She fed a ball gag between his lips and buckled it firmly. 'Now, what was it you were saying about Esther?' she mocked.
He groaned. He was finished. Esther would come in, find him trussed like a Christmas turkey at the whim of some strange woman and would request an instant divorce on the grounds of sexual perversion.
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