Love - Is - The -Drug

By
Nikki Kernovii
(MD,(mc),BDSM,M-Dom, F-Dom, Inc, ScFi)


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I idly opened the post as I ate breakfast. There were a few
bills, a couple of advertising leaflets and one simple white
envelope containing a small note.

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Jack
	Bartholomew ward, St Saviours Hospital, Greenville.
	Urgent.
	Take time off. I NEED you.
Mike
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I had not heard much from Mike for nearly a year.
I stared again at the note.
Mike seemed to have become rather withdrawn after his wife had
died. Although I had spent some time with him after the funeral,
I went back to my job and carried on with my own life and only
occasionally sent him the odd e-mail to which, I now remembered,
I had not had many replies.
Then to get this a real snail mail note. Odd!

There was never any question that I would take the time.

I had planned a boating trip for my annual holiday, but heck,
there was always next year.
I begged and pleaded with the boss to let me have the time off at
short notice.
I packed some things and left early Saturday morning. I drove the
long old drive.  I arrived in the early hours of Monday morning,
found a cheap hotel not far from the hospital and checked myself
in. After a shower and change of clothes I went to see what was
so urgent.
The hospital was clinically smelly as they always are. I found
the ward, found Mike and tried hard not to show my shock.
The Mike I had known was a fit, even though not exactly the
sporty type, he was certainly an fit, active, guy.
The Mike in front of me was thin, drawn, and looking very
un-healthy.
Nonetheless he broke into a broad smile as he caught sight of me
searching the ward.
"Jack". His quiet, distinctive voice still carried across the
hubbub.
"Mike?" I strode over to him and put out a hand in greeting.
He reached up and cupped it with both his hands.
"Glad you could make it pal. Now sit and listen. We have a lot of
planning to do and not much time."
Yeah that was Mike. Straight, direct, to the point. But somehow
lacking in the little niceties of social interaction that marked
him out.
"Hey there. Hang on a bit old buddy. First tell me what is up and
what is so urgent. And is there anything I can do and all that
jazz"
"I'm dieing of Cancer. I have some unfinished business. And of
course there is something you can do or I would not have called
you here.
Now here are the details of a bank account with my card & pin."
He held out a credit card and a piece of paper.
"It only allows 5000 dollars a day, so get 5000 today and another
5000 tomorrow and maybe some more on Wednesday. We will need it.
Then go to this agency."
He held out another piece of paper.
"And ask for some nurses with these skills." He turned the paper
over to show the list.
".. to be here tomorrow, Wednesday and Thursday." He smiled.
"Well, I mean, the first one is to be here by 9 am tomorrow. The
rest will need to come to this address."
Another bit of paper appeared. This one headed 'Lab'
"I have chatted to some of the agency staff here and a seven hour
shift is do-able. Especially since caring for me will not be too
onerous." He stopped just long enough to draw breath.
"Sort out the timing with the agency. We probably need a bit of a
hand over time so that each can brief the next or something like
that. Give them a few grand cash to start with and arrange the
balance however. You'll sort something out I'm sure. Then find a
rental shop and get a large van or old ambulance. Big enough to
get me in a wheel chair in. If it has a lift that would be good
but not mandatory.
Find a store and buy the following hardware." He gave me yet
another piece of paper with his scrawled writing on it.
"Then find a store and buy some food for yourself and the nurses.
Maybe get a mix of stuff. But you should be aware that the only
cooker available is a microwave. There is a kettle and a decent
fridge."
He held a hand up to stop me interrupting.
"Then meet me here before ten A.M. tomorrow. The first nurse
should be here and been briefed by my doctor. She will be given
my medication for the two days we are away. I need full time
nursing cover until ten or eleven A.M. on Thursday when I must be
back here."
"Got it?" He looked up at me.
"Sure but..."
"Then get to it, don't waste time, and I will see you tomorrow."
"But..."
"We will talk tomorrow when you have everything organised. Go!"
I nodded. Stood. Smiled a weak smile. Shrugged and still
vibrating with questions left to do as my old pal had virtually
ordered.
When I got back to my car I sat for a few minutes to gather my
breath and my thoughts. Too many things too soon.
The best thing to do was to do the things on the lists.
I went and did the things on my list. The list in my head, not
just the one of Mikes bits of paper.
I got the money. Feeling somehow like a criminal, extracting
money that I knew was not mine.
I found an old ambulance at the second-hand car rental I tried.
I found the agency and negotiated for four nurses. The
administrator talked to the four ladies on the phone and agreed
rates and times.
I paid 50% up front.
I found the hardware store and bought the items on Mikes list.
I left the food until the next morning. I went to my hotel and
crashed.
It had been a busy day.
The next morning I found a nearby 24 hour store and bought a
trolley full of TV dinners some snacks and drinks. Even getting a
few vegetarian bits, as I did not know the eating habits of my,
soon to be, guests.
I arrived at the hospital by nine thirty.
Mike was with a doctor and a nurse. As she was in a plain white
nurse type uniform and not in the uniform of the hospital I took
her to be agency help.
Mike acknowledge my presence but went back to talking with the
doctor.
By nine forty five all seemed ready.
In silence I helped the Nurse and a despatch orderly from the
Hospital to put Mike in the rental van.
I sat up front. The nurse sat in the back with Mike.
"To the lab James" he said.
I looked over in surprise, then caught the reference. I dug the
piece of paper out, looked at it and said.
"Hmm no map. Any suggestions?"
"Oh." Mike smiled. "Head over to West Boulevard then take the
highway. Its about 10 miles West of here."
"Roger that"
And off we went.
Once off the highway Mike directed me to a small industrial
estate, with maybe a dozen small units.
We drew up in front of an unmarked and un-remarkable drab
brick-front building with a rusty roller shutter that at one time
may have been light green.
Mike passed me a key and told me to open up and check it out.
I opened it up and checked it out. I also turned the lights on.
The unit had a couple of offices, a small toilet facility with a
kitchenette area, that had a sink, fridge, microwave and kettle
just as the man had said. One of the offices had a small table
and a make shift bed.
The rest of the unit was given over to benches in the form of a
very make-do lab. There was a home-made looking fume cupboard,
lots of other cupboards and the benches were filled with the
usual bottles, beakers and lab stuff. At the end behind the
roller door was a strange chair construction that I could not
quit place.
However all looked quiet and safe.
Back at the van, the nurse, whose name I discovered was Emma, was
releasing the wheel chair from it's travel locks. Together we
manoeuvred Mike down and into the unit. I helped settle Mike in.
Then I found the fridge, went back to the van and unloaded the
food and stashed as much as I could in the fridge and cupboards.
It was a moderate fridge, but maybe I had bought too much food.
The last journey was to unload the hardware that Mike had
specified. Then I locked the Van and went back to Mike and Emma.
Emma was just finishing giving Mike some medication. He looked
tired even after such a short journey.
As soon as he saw me he became suddenly more animated.
"Ok thank you Emma." He dismissed her.
"If you could get yourself a drink. My friend here has bought a
radio and hopefully some music, so settle yourself into the
kitchen over there and get comfortable. We have some business to
attend to. You should be able to see me from there and If I need
you we can shout. Until the next medication is due of course."
Emma smiled and withdrew.
"It might be an idea to make sure the radio works." Mike
whispered aside to me. "We have things to talk about that are
best not overheard. They may not mean much to anybody, but nurses
of all people may be able to pick up the gist, so to speak. Best
keep it between ourselves."
Intigued, I followed Emma to the kitchen on the pretext of
getting myself a drink. Mike was on special drinks or water, so
caffeine was right off his menu. I twiddled with the radio and
left it with a middle of the road music channel. Not loud but
just enough volume to muffle conversation in the next room.
As it was, when I returned to Mike, he had me Wheel him to the
far corner of the lab.
"Now to business." he said.
"Hey Mikey boy. You  got some 'splaining to do." I joked.
"Yes. Yes. I will do." He replied almost dismissively.
"But what is important is that you listen."
He drew a deep breath as if about to go off on a long shot.
"As you know, some years ago I was involved with a special
project that I told you something about but which I had to keep
much of the details to myself."
"Yeah sort of. I think I remember."
"Well it was a research project based on the studies that I had
been doing at the University. The company I was working for 'Fred
Bloggs Enterprises' was a shell business for the CIA. That was
partly why I was so evasive. We seemed to be progressing well. At
least I thought so. Then suddenly my funding was cut. I got
shifted about a bit. But in the end they announced that my
methods were 'too slow and that they had better, faster ways of
doing things.' So I got dropped. I was offered another post but
It was not what I wanted so I left. However they destroyed all my
notes and logs. The lot." he looked exasperated.
"I found a small lab company nearby and went to work for them.
They are just up the road a ways. But on low money and on my
terms. What it amounted to was three quarters of a job. Enough to
look convincing. Then I set this place up and carried on."
He looked up at me.
"Yes. Yes." He was answering my question before I had even asked
it.
"Look if the CIA had any idea I was carrying on with the research
they would have stopped me. The day job was my smoke screen.
This!" He waved his hand at the lab. "was where I really wanted
to be. So it is discrete, anonymous and off the radar."
He leaned forward. "Now this is where you come in. I have not
finished and none of it is documented. I have a few months to
live and the end of that time is not going to be pleasant so I
need you to help me.  Now it's not exactly your specialisation,
but you should be able to keep up. And you are the only person I
know that I can really trust and that I know can make use of it."
"Ok with you so far Mikey. Now start at the beginning. What is it
you are doing?"
"I will explain as we go along."
Mike taught me the bio-chemistry that he had been using and
lectured me about the psychoactive nature of many modern drugs.
He talked around the subject and quizzed me like a college
professor until he was happy that I had grasped what he was
talking about.
I learned to separate out the various amino acids, proteins and
derivatives that he wanted. I re-learned chromatography from some
unused, dark recess of my memory.
I learned about many aspects of human psychology and physiology
that I had either forgotten and had not kept up with my reading
on the current research.
Whenever the nurses interrupted to give him his medicines and
shots I took a break in the kitchen area as well.
I chatted with the nurses until Mike was able to carry on again.
The second Nurse, Jill was a mature woman. Very quiet and
professional and did not help much with the chatting.
Mike and I had decided to take turns in the make shift bed. Mike
crashed out early after I had cooked us all some food. Or at
least nuked a few TV dinners.
I carried on writing notes and filling in details and correcting
some of my earlier notes, until the bell rang and I let the
visitor in.
The third nurse, Helen arrived whilst Mike was asleep.
Helen was younger than the other two had been and friendly and
chatty. We hit it off quickly. She distracted me from my notes.
When I followed her to the kitchen area I was aware of a marked
VPL under her crisp white uniform. No slip or skirt then. And
small bikini panties by the shape. Stretched over a delectable
shaped rear.
After a few moments reverie I dragged myself back to the present.
Oh well back to work.
Mike only slept for about four hours, then the nurse and I helped
clean him and get him back to his wheel chair.
We talked for awhile, until Mike's next medication break. Then I
took a break and caught some sleep. I was exhausted.
When I surfaced next morning it was already light. Helen had
already left, to be replaced by Linda, another mature woman. She
was blonde, trim and quite fun, but wore a wedding ring and
before I got much chat from her Mike was already itching to get
me back to work.
All through the day we toiled, trying to complete the sequences
Mike was after and documenting the procedures so that I could do
them in his absence. I still only had a vague idea of the final
products but it was beginning to form a picture.
Nurses came and went. We stopped to the schedule for Mikes
treatments and rest periods.
Often when we relaxed a bit Mike would question me about my own
social life. But it was soon back to the lessons.
By late Wednesday night the long weekend drive and working days
was catching up and I crashed on the floor. I woke to Mike
nudging me.
"Quick Jack come here."
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and stumbled after him.
Mike fairly whizzed his wheel chair through the lab.
"Help me get her to the bed quick." He pointed to the sleeping
form of the nurse Helen whom I had met on Tuesday night.
She was slumped on the modified Dentists chair that I had seen
near the Roller doors.
"What happened?"
"Oh nothing. I think she dozed off. Help me get her to somewhere
more comfortable."
I easily picked her up and carried her the short distance to the
camp bed in the office.
I felt her pulse and just as I went to check her eyes, she opened
them and looked at me.
What was that strange look in her eyes?
What was the meaning of the way she held my hand?
"Ooh what happened?" She mumbled.
"Are you Ok?" I asked out of genuine concern.
"Yes I think so. I just... " She looked a bit confused for a
moment.
"... came over a bit woozy. I think I am all right now. Yes. I'll
be all right Honest. Sorry."
She looked over and caught sight of Mike in the Wheel chair.
"Are you Ok Sir?" She asked. "After all I am supposed to be
looking after you"
"Oh Yes Fine." He said dismissively.
"You go get yourself a coffee. I am sure you'll be better for
it."
He turned the wheels and sped back to his notes.
I patted Helens hands. "Better?"
"Oh yes." She brightened. "Fine now thanks. I don't know what
happened there. I...
That was a bit weird but really I am fine."
She suddenly looked a bit concerned.
"Will you report this back to the agency?"
"I shouldn't think so." I said. Still not completely sure that
Mike was not somehow involved. Better, I thought, for everyone
just to forget it happened.
"You get a drink and maybe something to eat. I'll look after
Mike."
I helped her off the bed and watched her walk away. I could not
help but admire the rear view as she swayed. Very nice. The sort
of round, firm, butt that I just couldn't help look at. I let my
imagination wonder for a few moments. Picturing that arse without
the nurses uniform, maybe in tight black briefs, or lacy
Brazilians, or leather, or ..."
I shook myself and looked back to Mike who was smiling at me.
"So. " He said and turned back to work.
For a few minutes he talked about the effects of some of the
Benzodiazepine compounds and derivatives. A whole range of
chemicals with various psychoactive effects upon the human brain.
Some are used as sedatives, some as antidepressants, others as
mild therapeutic hypnotics.
"You still have not told me about the chair!" I said. Diverting
Mike from his stream of explanation.
"We are just coming to that." he said. and carried on briefing me
about Triazolam, Ketazolam and the rest. How they worked. How
they affected the brain. The biological half-lives as they were
eliminated from the body. How they interacted with other brain
proteins such as oxytocin, dopamine, serotonin, melatonin. All
very interesting stuff. Research that I had missed since I had
specialised in a different direction.
When Helen came over with Mikes next batch of medicine I took the
opportunity to visit the bathroom and wash the sleep from my eyes
then grab myself some breakfast.
I was still eating when Helen came back and sat down opposite me.

She was quite an attractive lady and I had already noticed the
previous day that she wore no wedding ring and not much in the
way of jewellery or make-up.
I chatted to her for a while and lingered, perhaps a little
longer than I should have. Longer than I had, with any of the
others.
I liked her. There was something about her. She certainly smiled
at me a lot.
It was only a short time later that the next shift nurse arrived
and Helen came to say goodbye.
She hesitated as if she wanted to say something, so I drifted
over to the door whilst Linda the other nurse checked on Mike.
"If you are bored in the Motel, you would be welcomed to come
over to my apartment for some home cooking." She offered.
I was not about to pass up an opportunity like that.
"Sure that would be good. Tonight? Or do you need some sleep?"
"Tonight will be fine." She shrugged her shoulders. "I am used to
changing shifts. I can grab some sleep today and be fine by this
evening. Shall we say 7 o'clock?"
"Yeah that would be good. Thanks!"
She gave me her address and held my hand as she passed me the
note.
Yes there was definitely something there.
Nice.
And maybe, just maybe I would get to see more of that scrumptious
arse.
Back to the grind and Mike soon moved us over towards the chair.
I found my discarded shirt from the previous day and tidied it
away.
"There are four ultrasonic projectors: three in the head support
and one in the chair aimed at the base of the spine, where the
nerves from the groin enter the spinal column." He pointed to the
devices.
"When using L-DOPA, the synthetic precursor to Dopamine which
affects the hypothalamus, the ultrasound projectors are aimed at
the area to increase blood flow and stimulate the nerve activity.
The availability of the precursor causes a huge surge in natural
Dopamine, this in turn triggers epinephrine and adrenaline,
increasing heart rate and blood pressure."
"Yeah with you so far."
"Use about 0.25mg of Triazolam, we just looked at."
"Yes I remember." I said. "A mild hypnotic of the benzodiazepine
group, that has a biological half-life of about 2 hours. It's
effect is quick and over quickly and eliminated from the body in
a matter of hours."
"Correct! " He smiled at me like I was a star pupil.
"I also use 0.5mg of Cinolazepam, a mild sedative that is
related."
Mike pointed to a pressure injector.
"You should make sure the target has not had alcohol for at least
a few hours and if everything is successful you should be able to
prevent them from consuming any for some hours after the
treatment. I would advise against too much coffee as well."
I light suddenly dawned in my head.
"This would be an amazing mood changer, wouldn't it?"
"I mean with the right conditions you could..." I stared open
mouthed at him as the light went on in my head.
"Change somebody's mind? Yes." He answered simply as if reading
my mind.
"You could cause someone to think they were in love?" I asked.
"An artificial love potion?"
"Oh no! Not artificial." Mike held his hand up to me. "It is all
actually quite natural. It is the genuine thing. 'Love potion'
smacks of magic, hocus-pocus and pretence or not quite real. This
is the real thing. It really is love. The circumstance may be
manipulated but no more than say, a good con man, who does the
same with a knowledge of human psychology for instance.
After childbirth does a woman need another dose of the oxytocin
and dopamine to help her forget the pain? No. One dose and the
presence of the child does the job. Ok... so breastfeeding
actually does do some help, in that it triggers minor releases of
the hormones, which continue the process and help the body heal
from what is in effect a form of trauma. Women who bottle feed,
miss out on some of the healing effect of breast feeding. Post
natal depression is much more common in bottle feeding women."
"Yes I had read that."
Mike swept his hands in an expansive gesture. "In other aspects,
for example Salesmen. They often use psychological techniques to
make you like them. Good leaders do the same. A good leader often
seeds tremendous loyalty amongst their followers. Some leaders
are themselves loyal back, but many are not, and yet still retain
a passion amongst the flock that can be hard to comprehend or
explain until you understand the underlying mechanism."
He held his finger up as if to force the point home.
"This is just a short-cut. But the proteins are natural and just
like the real thing. The effects are as good as the real thing.
They are the real thing." He shrugged. "Some of our first test
subjects are happily married. They have children. Last time we
checked on them, they still love each other. Heck! They don't
know we manipulated them. They think they were meant to meet, to
fall in love." He shook his head. "One couple we tried explaining
to just laughed at us. It begs the question philosophers have
argued over for centuries. Do we have free will. We act as though
we do, yet all research indicates the opposite. Strange but
true."
"And this works?"
"Oh yes. We have tested it on many people. Men and Women. Old and
young."
"So this is what the CIA wanted?"
"Well what THEY wanted, was a technique for changing peoples
loyalties, so that they could get information and break spy
networks, interrogate prisoners, that sort of thing. It doesn't
work like that. Well it could. But the 'subjects' if you like,
have to be manipulated after the initial treatment. As I said at
first, it all took too long for the bosses and they killed the
project. But the overall concept still works. There are things I
wanted to do with it."
"I bet!" I sat back as the light really began to dawn. The
possibilities  started opening up to me."
"Did you change loyalties?" I leaned forward as I asked and
lowered my voice. Concerned that in our enthusiasm we had got
loud enough for the duty nurse to hear.
"Oh yes. And we got information. It just took too long. They say
that deprivation techniques and water and, what I would consider
to be, torture, these things can take a few days. This stuff..."
he waved his hand round the lab. "This takes a few weeks and
months."
"And the lovers?" I smiled in thought. "Can you change the nature
of desire?"
Now that we were at last on the final subject that I knew Mike
had been heading towards for the last few days, I knew he had
some plans for me.
"To a degree yes. You know that men and women of the exact same
blood group rarely marry. This seems to be an evolutionary
survival mechanism. A pair with different blood types have
children with mixed blood types so that there is more chance of
some of them surviving a plague or disease.
Did you know that blood type A for example is more resistant to
Diptheria. Whilst type O people are less affected by Typhoid.
There are a whole range of diseases that hit folks differently
depending on their blood type. Well we found the same with this."
Mike pointed to the chair.
"When we induced two people of the same blood group to fall in
love, they did but it faded within a month or so. As if the body
was fighting back. The couple that I mentioned earlier, the
married ones! They were A and O. A good match. They have fine
healthy children, a fun sex life, they are very happy together.
Heck! I feel like an old fashioned match maker."
"And what are the other gotchas?" I asked.
"Well there are several. We did find we needed to do some
research to find matches that worked, but they were quite broad.
Even two people with limited interests in common often liked each
other so much that they made stuff in common. We got a sporty guy
to enjoy playing bridge for a good woman. We got one rather large
lady to take up canoeing, because the guy we fixed her up with
was rather fanatical about it."
"I remember reading about an Italian professor who used a similar
chemical cocktail on a bunch of students and some of them did
fall in love."
"Yes the article is in the notes you glanced at. She did an
experiment in 1999 but it was rather frowned on in academic
circles so has not been repeated. Or at least not so that it has
been published. That was how we started."
"And it's not just the chemical cocktail? The chair is
important." I asked.
"Yes. Firstly the sonic projectors are a kind of ultrasound and
direct the chemical precursors to the right areas of the blood
stream. The actual final hormones can't cross the blood brain
barrier, but the components can. What we are doing is inducing
those hormone proteins to be released in the brain. But instead
of the usual, rush, drop and lower stabilisation, we are inducing
an enhanced peak. A super... " he hesitated for a moment.
"A super orgasm in effect. We found that during this phase the
subjects were also somewhat open to suggestion at certain
levels." Mike seemed a bit evasive.
"Like hypnotism?" I suggested.
"No not really. We found that the basal, more primitive parts of
the brain were more open. The olfactory for example."
"You mean the sense of smell."
"Quite."
"And that does what?"
"Well it is related to our perceptions of each other. We smell
each other all the time but it is at a primitive level in the
brain and we don't consciously know we are doing it.
That stuff about blood groups. People can smell each others blood
groups and are more attracted to a person of a different type.
For instance in one experiment women were shown pictures a
various men and asked to rate how attractive they found them. As
each picture was shown, the photo-paper they were on had been
impregnated with sweat from some of the men's armpits." He
chuckled. "Great experiment huh? Well some of the pictures were
the same guy and his armpits. Then they showed the same range of
picture but mixed up the armpits.
It was all done double blind so the questioners had no idea who
was who. But the people in the back rooms kept detail records,
and mostly, the women liked a guy better if they smelled his
blood type to be different to their own."
"So how does this relate to this." I pointed to the chair.
"The effect is more marked if, during treatment, the subject is
able to smell the person to who you want them to be attracted.
The person themselves, right there in front of them as they are
treated, works best. But a good picture and a bit of sweaty
clothing actually works pretty well."
"So you can make them love at a distance?"
"In effect. Yes!"
"And anything else on the suggestive level?"
"Suggestible! Different." Mike corrected me.
"There are small speakers built into the headrest. We play a
tape-loop recording during treatment, and it can have some
effect. A bit like a post hypnotic. It has no immediate effect
like on those hypnotism shows you might have seen. But the words
seem to be felt at a deep level. Behaviour can change over time.
It just takes a while. And it helps if there is some continuing
real world influence. But yes we have changed behaviour
significantly."
He looked at me and sensed the doubt in my face.
"Hey look. This is just like real life. 'People in love do silly
things' right?
You get any normal couple in love and they often do change for
the sake of the other. Quite often those changes drift back over
the long term, usually years. But in the medium term, like the
first weeks and months of love, people DO change."
"Yeah, yeah OK. I believe you. You have been married. I have not.
As you know I just never met the right person." I felt a bit
uncomfortable about this sort of subject and Mike knew it.
He gave me an odd look.
"Well we found that the right words and lots of repetition during
treatment seemed to somehow infuse into the subconscious. The
subjects were asked if they remembered anything. They didn't.
Some of them absolutely hated something before hand, but a week
or so later found themselves orienting towards it. The 'IT' being
different things that we experimented with.  Like the bridge
playing I mentioned. "
"And loyalties?"
"Oh yes. Well that WAS what we were supposed to be doing. And yes
we did get someone to completely change their political colours.
Like a whole lifetime of deep red to turn blue. It was
extraordinary. That part of it worked a treat."
"And what do you want me to do?" I felt we had now hit the nub.
"Ahh well now 'there', as the bard did say, 'is the rub'."
"We have done as much as we need to here and I am expected back
soon so we better pack up and get to the hospital. We can carry
on the rest of it later."
So that is what we did.
Linda helped me sort out Mikes stuff and stayed with him in the
ambulance after we strapped him in, I went back to the lab and
tidied everything then locked up.
I drove to the hospital deep in thought, with only occasional
slips of mind to day dream about Helens curvy rear end.
We settled Mike back to the Hospital. We thanked Linda for her
help after she handed all the check sheets and charts to the
Doctor in charge.
Then much later, I went to bid my own farewell to Mike.
"Come back and see me tomorrow about Ten. Think about it."
"Yep. Will do buddy."
"Oh and one more thing Jack."
I turned back from the door in surprise. "Yes"
"Give that Helen a good spanking for me won't you."
I stood open mouthed for a moment, about to ask him what he was
on about but he had already turned away and wheeled himself
toward the bed and the waiting nurse.
What the hell?
When Mike had mentioned the lab I had checked out of the Motel
and dumped all my stuff in my car, which was still at the car
rental compound.
I drove back there to return the ambulance and retrieve my stuff.
I also stopped off at a corner store to buy some wine and a box
of chocolates. It never hurt to try to be a bit romantic.
I then found my way to Helens. The apartment she had directed me
to was in a quiet, if slightly cheap neighbourhood.
I knocked somewhat nervously at her door and waited.
Helen opened the door, and the sight left me momentarily
speechless. She was wearing an LBD. The seemingly-obligatory
'little black dress'. This one was little. Very much shorter than
the nurses uniform she had worn earlier. Low cut to show her
admirable cleavage and with gold fleck highlights that drew the
eye. Her make up and jewellery was more startling and she
definitely had the look of a woman about to do more than have
just a bite of home cooking.
I also noticed that she was blushing and the blush spread right
down her neck to her partly exposed chest.
The next thing I noticed the music in the background was Pink
Floyd. Better and better I thought.
I smiled and moved to kiss her. That only made her blush even
more.
Funny. A thirty year old woman acting like a young 17 year old
out on a first date.
I offered Helen the wine & chocolates and she stared for several
moments before she found her voice.
She finally stuttered something and took them and hurried off to
the kitchen, leaving me to close the door behind me.
When she appeared some moments later she was more composed and we
sat and talked and she soon relaxed.
Her apartment showed signs of a woman living alone. The décor was
slightly chintz with a few prints on the walls. Tasteful if a bit
too feminine for my tastes.
Dinner was hardly home cooking, although she had cooked most of
it herself. It was a lot more elaborate than I had expected.
I think she was really trying very hard to impress me.
I enjoyed.
The food was good, the view more so.
We talked and drank and, not too surprisingly, ended up in bed
together.


######

The next morning we awoke and even as Helen opened her eyes and
saw me in her bed, she seemed to blush again.
I was intrigued.
We had an intimate breakfast with lots of hand holding and kisses
every time we passed by each other.
I had only really had one relationship like that, and that was
when I was very much younger.
I almost felt that this one could have potential if... Well I
knew I had a few quirks of my own that made lasting relationships
tricky.
We arranged to meet again after I had visited Mike. Helen was
free all day but had a regular night duty from eight o'clock, so
she planned to grab some sleep in the early afternoon.
I left my things at her apartment and left for the hospital,
passing by the Nursing agency on the way to pay the balance. and
report back.
When I sat down with Mike he asked if I could move up full time
and finish his work.
When I hesitated he offered to cover all my expenses.
I was a little surprised by Mikes request, but the job I was
doing was not going well, so I would certainly not miss it, and
if things developed with Helen, then It would be good to not have
the distance between us.
I had to give it serious thought even though I didn't think Mike
could really be serious with his offer.
I asked him more and pressed him on money. We discussed around
the issue and came up with a plan.
We spent the rest of the day developing a plan, filling in some
more gaps in my knowledge, with occasional lapses into
reminiscing about 'the good old times' when we had been free
young and single lads together and done some very crazy things.

====================================================
I left early to withdraw yet more of Mikes money and make a
further trip to the Car rental, this time to try to buy the van.
This proved easier than I would have expected.
I took it to a nearby back street garage for a few mods and a
paint job to smarten it up and make it look a bit more like a
private hire ambulance. I caught a taxi back to the rental to
collect my car and arrived back at Helen's apartment in time to
have an early meal and chat and even make love quickly before she
had to get ready for her night shift.
I stayed up late planning & doing some research before getting
myself some sleep.
I woke to the sound of Helen's key in the door.
She dropped her bag and slumped into a chair.
She was muttering under her breath for several minutes before she
noticed me, partly dressed walking towards her.
"Are you all right?"
"Oh yes, sorry. It's just that I always get a bit stressed after
looking after that bloody woman."
"What?"
"Mrs Bloody van der bloody Megan, what a self-centred, arrogant,
bloody, annoying, bloody, bitch."
"Heh steady. You need to chill."
"Don't you bloody tell me to bloody chill in my own house." She
snapped.
I turned and headed straight for the bedroom, grabbed the few
things that I had brought in with me and headed to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the Hotel. If you want to snap at someone, it isn't me.
If you were my daughter I would give you a good spanking for an
outburst like that."
I reached for the handle.
"No. Please. Wait. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I get very stressed.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't take it out on you. Please. I'm sorry.
Please, Don't go. I just... Your the...
I don't want you to go. Please"
I Stopped and looked at her for a moment.
"Please I said sorry. I just need something to help me de-stress
after a night like that."
I hesitated, "Well..."
"I.." Helen blushed and dropped her eyesight to the floor.
"I don't... " Whatever it was she was trying to say didn't come
out.
She was acting like a seventeen year old again.
"Would you." She asked, her voice quiet and mouse like.
"Would I what?" I had to ask. Even though I was already hoping
against all hope that I knew.
"Would you, you know, ssssppank me."
I looked at her for a moment and fought with myself over how to
reply.
Part of me wanted nothing more than to see that beautiful plump,
round, tight, arse of hers up ended over my knee.
But part of me also was saying that this was the first woman that
I had had a close relationship with in a long time and shouldn't
screw things up by bringing out old, perverted habits too soon,
if at all.
I tried to sound as calm as I could and just a little bit jokey,
and maybe a touch disinterested, but also a bit affectionate.
Hell
I have no idea how it came out, as I croaked, "Yes"
I tried to sound serious for a moment.
"I have known people who find that a good spanking is a good aid
to de-stressing actually. As well as and aid to good
relationships
And before you go on about it being childish, or violent, I
should mention that I have actually spanked a number of ladies
and a couple of blokes, all adults, all consenting and it was not
violent, I can assure you." I sat down next to her and took her
hand.
"Do you think... Do you think I deserve it?" she asked quietly.
"Yes." I said replied, also quietly. I still didn't want to put
her off.
"Do you think it will help?" She said still with her face lowered
and I could see tears forming at the edges of her eyes.
"Yes." I said again.
"Maybe... Maybe you should then."
"If you are sure?" I held her hand affectionately so that she
knew I still cared for her.
"I do. I want you to do it. Please?" She looked up at me at last
and met my eyes.
"Ok then." I stood and held out my hand to pull her up.
When she stood I took her place in the chair and pointed to my
lap.
She tried to lay on my knees but obviously had never done it
before and needed some shuffling to get into position.
Soon she was snugly across my lap and her behind was there in
front of me. I caught my breath.
I had longed for this all week.
I hesitated for so long admiring her form that she must have
wondered if I was ever going to do anything.
Well anticipation can be a good thing.
It also gave her time to reconsider.
Then when I had composed myself. And taken a few deep breaths I
started.
The first blow landed fairly gently on her right cheek, just to
warm things up a little. I let my hand linger on her firm flesh.
Oh Yes I was really going to enjoy this.
I tried to land the next blow in the same place on her left
buttock. and again stroked and rubbed her roundness.
Then I struck two quick blows.
I waited and listened, and held her.
She could still back out.
After a few moments I brought my hand down a bit harder and
rained four quick blows across both cheeks. I stroked her for a
while and then did the same again.
After another four strokes I increased the pressure and the beat
until the blows were coming fast and hard.
I felt her body flinching under my left arm that was still
holding her tight against me.
I stroked her arse again and could already feel the heat through
her nurses uniform.
I let my right hand go to the hem of the stiff white dress and
pull it upwards, exposing her thighs and then her glowing cheeks,
half covered by her plain white panties.
I pulled her dress up until it was up to her waist and her whole
bottom was exposed to me.
Damn. She was wearing tights/pantihose. I really detested them.
I hated touching the rough nylon. I particularly hated spanking
across them
I quickly pulled the tights down to her knees.
I felt Helen flinch under me, but held her tightly.
She could have asked to be released but did not.
After a few breaths and some moments of pure admiration, I
started again.
She flinched at every blow now, without the stiff white cotton of
her uniform to protect her.
I rained smacks down right across her bottom, careful at first,
not to hit the same area twice, but to set up a base of glowing
red, from the very top of her buttocks down to just above her
knees.
When the whole area had turned a delicious pinky red, I let
myself stroke and enjoy the warm glow.
I then started slapping at random all over her, harder and harder
until Helen was writhing and twisting beneath me. She was sobbing
by now, but had still not asked to be released.
After a while I stopped again, quickly grabbed the waistband of
her panties and pulled them to her knees and almost immediately
brought several quick very hard slaps down across her cheeks.
Helens legs were flailing now. Her body reacting of it's own
accord to try to stop the pain.
I waited for her twisting to subside a little. Then launched into
the end game.
Ten very fast hard blows at the base of her cheeks. Then I left
my hand on her bottom drawing smooth soothing circles.
Gradually my hand drifted down until it touched her open thighs.
I barely lingered on the folds of her cleft.
By the time my hand reached forward to the front of her opening,
near to her pleasure button Helen moaned and tensed and gave all
the signs of a happy and genuine climax.
I kept stroking her bottom for a while as her sobbing subsided.
She was relaxed, draped over my lap in complete abandon.
After a few more minutes I helped her up and had her sit off-set
on my lap. Obviously not directly with her bottom as I would
guess she still did not want anything to touch her there for a
while.
Helen wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand
then buried her face in my neck.
I could just hear her whisper "Thank You."
Hmm interesting. Maybe there was more to this than I had
supposed.
We sat like that for a while, until Helen asked almost timidly if
she could go to the bathroom.
I smiled to myself.
"Of course. Go on fix yourself up and get ready for bed. I'll
make you a warm milky drink. You get some sleep and we will talk
later."
She did. I did.
Soon Helen lay gently in bed.
"Sleep. I'll be back mid afternoon."

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As I drove to the hospital for the last time that week I thought
about me, Helen, Mike and the future.
As soon as we started talking Mike could tell something had
changed.
"So how is Helen?"
"Oh she's fine. Good. Yeah. Ok thanks."
"And are you going to keep seeing her?"
"Yes I would think so."
"So things developing between you then?"
"Yes thanks."
"Do you love her?"
"I don't know about that exactly. A bit early. But certainly I am
very fond of her. A very nice lady. We get on well not just in
bed."
"Does she love you?"
"Hmm. " I hesitated. "Don't know. You would have to ask her that.
She hasn't actually said so as such.."
"But?"
"Well.. No. Nothing just. I think she might do."
"And does she know of your predilections?"
"What?"
"Come on Jack. I've known you for nearly twenty years. I know
some of what you and Jill got up to. I know enough about you.
You've talked about those parties you used to go to. Not my
thing, but I nearly went with you once just for the experience.
You are a perve. You know you are a perve. You have always been a
perve. You couldn't live with yourself if you tried to change. So
does Helen know?"
"In a way yes"
"Come on. That is not very scientific."
"Ok. I have just given her a spanking and put her to bed."
Mike smiled and sat back in his wheel chair. His grin broadening,
and his eyes twinkling.
"Excellent. Now you have another reason to stay round here. So
you are ready to quit the job and join me."
I had already decided exactly that, but I hated being so
transparent, even to my best friend. I hadn't told Mike about the
Ambulance yet.
I tried to look thoughtful.
"Great. So how soon do you think you can quit."
I chuckled.
"You really are the limit bud." I slapped him playfully.  In our
younger days that would have had more force behind it, but I was
mindful of the chemotherapy Mike was taking and how sensitive he
had become.
He immediately changed the subject and got back to Mike the
scientist mode.
I didn't spend the whole day at the Hospital, as I wanted to
spend some time with Helen before I had to leave the next day.
I guess I did to her as she had to me that morning.

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By the time I had shut the door behind me and walked to the
bedroom she was stirring.
I lay on the bed next to her and held her stroking her hair with
my fingers.
I kissed her "How are you feeling?" I asked.
She blushed a little.
"A bit sore but OK." She smiled a bit. "And much less stressed.
Actually I slept much better than I usually do after a night
duty, especially one with Mrs van Megan.
Was it the spanking do you think? Or that I knew you were here?"
"What do you mean?"
"I think I love you." She said. "I couldn't bear the thought of
you walking out this morning."
"Was that why you let me spank you? Because I wanted too, not
because you did."
"No. No really it wasn't. You know the peculiar thing is I have
never been spanked in my life. I don't think my father even did
it to me as a kid. I never gave it even a thought. My former
husband never, ever touched me in anyway like that. But somehow
from the moment I met you the other day. You know, in the lab?
Ever since then, I have had dreams of you and somehow they always
have you doing... well spanking me somehow and stuff. It really
is peculiar. It just seemed so right. So... You.
I was hesitant when you mentioned it, not because I didn't want
it as such, but because I thought it might hurt. I was still
frightened."
"Didn't it hurt?"
"Oh yes! But not in the way I expected. And I certainly never
expected it to make me come like that. I never thought that was
possible."
"Well there is a lot more to it than that."
"What do you mean?" She asked, almost eager now.
I hesitated. Do I tell her too much too soon?
Helen looked up at me "What is it? What more do you mean?"
"Have you heard of bondage?"
"Well I've heard of it of course. Tieing up and stuff."
"There are various type, but yes! Ropes, straps, belts. The idea
is to limit movement to some degree. Even to totally
incapacitate."
"And you know about it?"
"Yes."
"How do you know about it?"
"It is just something I do." I tried to sound somewhat casual.
"Why?"
Ahh here was the crunch.
"I am a Dom. I do it because I enjoy it. I do it because that is
who I am. Generally the people I do it to enjoy it, some really
need it.
It can be seen as unusual by those who do not understand. Lots of
folks don't understand. Many don't want to understand."
"I do" Helen said softly. "I want to understand. I want you to
tell me about it. About you."
I hugged her closer and kissed her forehead.
"As long as I can remember, before I was even a teenager, before
I even had sex for the first time, I knew I wanted to spank a
women. It wasn't out of anger, or hatred of women, or revenge, or
anything like that. It was just something I felt was right." I
stared off into the distance as the memories stirred from the
deep mud of my brain.
"I did manage to give my first girlfriend a few spankings, in a
rather hesitant manner, in the sort of stumbling, experimental
manner of teenagers the world over learning about sex. I had
several girlfriends, most of them allowed me to spank them in
some measure. They mostly enjoyed it but didn't want to go any
further. One girl Jill, was a true submissive. She truly needed
to be spanked, bound, flogged and a whole load more stuff. It
really got into her head. We were very much in love. We were
together for many years, and were very happy. In the end though,
it was our jobs that drew us apart. I became too busy to satisfy
her needs. I let my career distract me."
"We still contact each other occasionally. She has a master much
like myself. He is a nice guy. I met him at a party some years
back and I really like the bloke. If we ever meet I think you
would actually like them both. I think they are getting on Ok.
Anyway after Jil,l I never could keep a relationship. I went to
many scene parties. Had some fun, but just couldn't settle down.
I am glad I've now met you. You're special."  I hugged her
closer.
"So is that what you want to do to me? Bondage and spanking and
flogging and... and... ?" She asked. Sounding a bit frightened.
"I would love for you to be able to satisfy me in the way I need.
And I would love to explore how to satisfy you. But it has got to
be voluntary. I never want to ever hurt someone who is not a
willing participant. Everyone in the scene really labours the
point of what we call 'informed consent.' Not just agreeing, but
knowing what you are agreeing to."
"Who is 'we'? And what do you mean by 'scene'?" She asked.
"Sorry I am getting ahead of myself, aren't I?"
I kissed Helen again on the forehead, by way of an apology.
"People like myself, and like Jill and many, many others meet and
consider our special taste to be part of what we call the BDSM
scene. The term has kind of grown in the last few years to
encompass what were previously separate things.
You've probably heard of masochists." I felt her nod her head.
"Named after a Austrian Leopold Ritter von Sacher-Masoch who paid
women to wear fur and walk all over him.
He was pretty reviled at the time. As was the Marquis de Sade who
you have probably heard of who gave us the term sadism.
There are few true sadists and the term is often much misused.
So together they became sadists and masochist, a perfect match
when they get together. Then there a folks who like bondage. Some
like the restriction but do not like any other sort of pain. Some
of the guys or girls who like to inflict pain also like to be in
command of other aspects of their... Well I was going to say
victims, lives. That gave rise to 'Domination and submission' the
two sides of what is sometimes call a power exchange
relationship. Two people agree to allow one to have power over
the other. If you meet some of them it is often questionable as
to who has power over whom, but that is just part of the whole
mind game thing.
Anyway the scene is anyone really who is into BDSM - bondage,
domination, submission, sadism, masochism. It is often quite
difficult to tell who is what and what label to attach to them.
I mean some of them are submissive, some of the time and dominant
others. I know a lady who would call herself a full time
submissive. She lives with a master and considers herself to be a
slave. Completely. She has surrendered everything, all decisions,
everything to her master. Yet she also dominates other people at
times, and is very good at it. It can get complicated."
"And you are into all of that?" Helen asked. Looking up at me and
looking straight into my eyes.
I found it hard to respond.
"Yes. I have been into all that."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"What?  We've only known each other a week and not had a great
deal of time. And heck I didn't want to scare you away. I want to
get to know you too."
I protested.
"But you couldn't love me if I didn't let you do that to me?" It
wasn't quite an accusation.
"It's not that straight forward. I don't know." There was an
awkward silence for a while.
"I am very fond of you and may well let myself fall in love with
you. I may have done so. Who knows? I like you enough not to want
to spoil things. Ok?"
"But you have had other girlfriends and always left them because
they wouldn't let you whip them."
"It isn't quite that clear cut, but I guess after a while I have
always got itchy feet and moved on. Or they have. or something."

"Are you a Master?"
"Is a Master with no Slave still a Master?" I chuckled. "Does a
tree falling in the woods make a noise if there is no-one to hear
it?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"That is because I can't."
There was another long silence, before Helen shifted and excused
herself to go to the bathroom.
I went to the kitchen to make coffee and start something cooking
to eat for dinner or tea or breakfast or whatever damn meal it
was. All the while feeling a tight knot in my stomach that I may
just have blown what was turning into a lovely relationship.
I really did like Helen, beyond the fact that she was pretty
damned good in bed.
When Helen joined me, she had crept up behind me and wrapped
herself around me, pressing her face and noticeably her breasts,
against my back.
She just clung to me while I finished cutting and cooking. Only
when I had put the knife down did I wash my hands then turn to
kiss her.
Helen was totally, gorgeously naked before me.
I pulled her to me and kissed her hard and passionately.
Reluctantly I pulled her away to stop dinner catching fire. If we
kept this up we never would get to eat.
Fortunately the stir fry was nearly ready, so I quickly got the
bowls and cutlery out. I had only been here a few days but
already knew where to find the things I needed. It was already
feeling like home.
As I served up I asked Helen if she was going to get dressed for
dinner.
"Do you want me to?" She asked, somewhat mischievously
I thought for a moment.
"No."
"Then I won't" She tilted her head and smiled at me.
So we sat down to eat with Helen still butt naked.
"If working for that van Megan woman is so hard why do you do
it?" I asked. Remembering her earlier tirade.
"It pays well. I get bonus for a night shift. I get bonus for
twelve hours straight. I get more bonus because it's Mrs van der
Megan. She is paranoid. She is completely batty. But she is also
very rich. I am the longest serving nurse still willing to do
duty there. All the others come and go because they can't stand
her. I only stick it because it pays about the same as two and a
half days in a normal hospital. If I could get regular work I
would give it up in a shot. I really hate the bitch."
"So if it pays so well why not do two nights and not have to work
the rest of the week?"
"Because that would try the patience of a saint. And I am no
saint."
"What if you had more de-stressing therapy?" Helen looked at me
and blushed.
I quizzed her about her work with the old lady and why she was so
hard. It turned out the batty old girl, Arabella Van der Megan,
was creaking with Alzheimers disease, but steadfastly refused to
leave her home. Maybe she had a point. There was not a lot anyone
could do. She only occupied a few rooms of the fourteen room
mansion. The gatekeepers house lay empty, as did most of the
other rooms. The old girl hardly moved.
She had no family. She had few friends left. She had a regular
staff of live-in housekeeper, two maids who alternately worked
four days-on four days-off and a gardener who had his own cottage
on the estate. All of the staff tended to keep out of the way as
much as they could. There was then always a nurse in attendance
twenty-four hours a day. They rarely stayed longer than a few
months. Helen had been there for two years.
I changed the subject.
"And what about us?"
There was a long drawn out silence
In between mouthfuls I asked "So what do you think?"
Another long silence. I let her gather her own thoughts.
"I think I want to know more."
"You're not scared?"
"Well a bit. But it's sort of fear of venturing into the unknown.
But there is also a sense of excitement of exploring. Sort of. I
think I can trust you. At least I feel I can trust you. " She
spoke beetween mouthfulls of food.
"You seem to know what you are doing. I want to go wherever you
go, and where you want me to go."
I smiled, then rose from my seat to approach her. I squatted next
to her and Held Helens hand.
"I promise never to do anything that will cause you permanent
harm. I can not say I won't hurt you, because some of it will and
should hurt. I may at times try to push you beyond what you might
willingly do. But I will give you some chances to back out. I
really don't want to loose you."
Helen flung her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"I accept."
"I have to go back to my job. But I intend to quit, work my
notice, while I clear up my affairs. In a few weeks I will be
back to stay. Mike has offered me a job here. Then we will see
what happens."
"Shall I clear things away, then maybe you can try tying me up. I
think I might enjoy that."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Go on."
I stood and had my eyes fixed on her delightful, naked rear as
she swayed and sashayed, whilst clearing the table.
Helen washed while I dried and put away. I took every opportunity
to use any suitable implement across her bottom, spanking her in
playful rather than serious ways.
"You ought to use the bathroom while you can." I said as I
started looking for anything she may have around that I could use
as a restraint. "I need to look for some stuff to use."
In the end I settled on some scarves, pantihose (tights) and an
old school tie. The only rope Helen had in the house was rather
scratchy nylon type that was not suitable for contact with
delicate skin.
I made a mental shopping list of things to get before we met
again.
When Helen was ready, the first thing I did, was use one of her
scarves as a blindfold. I didn't want her to see what I was going
to do, as most of the knots were actually going to be very loose.
What I wanted to do was really in large part psychological.
I used a scarf to tie Helen's elbows behind her. This had the
bonus effect of pushing her moderate breasts out forwards. I
guided her over to the settee and helped her lay down on her back
pinning her arms behind her. I then pulled her knees up and used
another scarf to tie her calves and thighs together pulling her
ankles tight against her bottom and in effect forcing her legs to
open.
I crept as quietly as I could away and left her for a while,
vulnerable & exposed.
I went to the kitchen and found the longest, sharpest knife I
could find. I crept back toward Helen. Very slowly and carefully
I pressed the back of the knife against her chest. She flinched,
no doubt in genuine surprise and fear.
I carefully traced patterns with the knife all over her exposed
body, but mostly concentrating around her breasts. Sometimes
acting at random and sometimes repeating the same pattern or
sequence before moving on.
Occasionally I would stoop closer to her body and breathe hot air
towards her exposed vulva. As I did so her body would shake at
the change in sensation.
I fetched some ice from the kitchen, which at first I used on
Helen's nipples, but also touched at random places around her
body.
Whilst I had fetched the ice I also found a soft plastic,
flexible spatula, that I now used to slap across Helens flesh. It
made quite a satisfying noise against her skin, but I thought,
not actually hurt too much. As with the earlier spanking, part of
the technique I used was to slap at random, to be unpredictable.
The point of the treatment is both mental & physical. The varied
sensations and unpredictability mess with the mind, the varied
sensations, also trigger adrenaline and the bodies natural
opiates, endorphins, together creating a "high" for the person.
My last weapon was to use some cocktail sticks pressed against
Helen's skin, fairly firmly and, as I removed them, replaced them
with either a piece of ice, or slap the same spot with the
spatula. I worked down her body right down to her feet before
working back up the inside of her legs with a crescendo around
her exposed pudenda. I finished by slapping the spatula across
her pussy lips concentrating on her sweet spot. Helen's mewling
had advanced to groans and grunts and finally as I did this she
screamed out loud in a very obvious orgasm.
I continued with softer slaps between her legs up and down her
mound until she rose again and her body stiffened in another
come.
I stopped and put the tools down. I quietly cleared away
especially mopping up the melted ice.
I fetched a blanket and covered Helen's bound body. I was a
little uncertain about leaving her still tied. But checked on her
and felt it should be all right.
After about an hour I untied her legs and massaged them where the
scarf had held them and made sure her circulation was flowing.
Then I turned her half over enough to get at the knots and untie
the scarf that held her arms together.
As Helen pulled them round her body she let out a groan of
obvious relief, and shook her hands for a while. Lastly I slipped
the blindfold up and over her head. She blinked at the sudden
light, though by then it was late evening and I had only turned
on a few dim lights.
I held her in my arms and kissed her.
"You Ok?" I asked.
"Oh yes." She said. "That was amazing."
It took a few minutes for her to restore feeling to her arms and
then wrap then around me.
"I would never have thought anything could be such... fun!
I was absolutely terrified when I felt the knife. But I was
determined to trust you. Although it felt like you were cutting
me, I couldn't feel any of the wetness I would expect with
flowing blood, so relaxed and let you do it. Wow. That really
does blow your mind? Where did you learn to do that? I've never
heard of it." Her eyes glowed with her excitement.
"There you go. Nurse all the way through. Trust you to analyse it
like that!" I chuckled. "I learnt it from a lady in Greenville
who is a genius in the art of sensual torture. One with a wicked
sense of imagination."
"And what was that thing you were spanking me with? Gosh that was
weird."
"Hmm. Good. So you enjoyed it then?"
"Oh yes. It was like I was in my body but also somewhere else as
well.
I could never have imagined anything could be like that."
"Well the bad news is I am going to have to go back to my job for
a few weeks. So it could be a while before we can do anything
like that again. But the good news is that I will then be back
and we can carry on exploring together."
"I'm going to hate even those few weeks." Helen said burying her
face in my neck.
"So am I. I have to leave early tomorrow."
"So can we go to bed and make the best use of what time we have
left then?"  Helen asked, with a mischievous look in her eye.
So we did. We went to bed and made love. I was extremely horny by
then and came too soon, but we carried on and the second time was
better.
We fell asleep, naked, sticky and happy.
I woke early and showered, dressed and made breakfast before
Helen surfaced. It was still early.
"Morning sleepy head." I said to her blurry eyed, scruffy haired,
but beautifully naked, appearance.
"Morning? It's still the middle of the night!" Helen yawned at
me.
"I know, but I have a long drive to make."
We kissed and cuddled for a while, and I could truly have stayed
all day, but reluctantly I pushed away and said my farewell, put
my few things in the car and headed for home.
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I went back to my job, handed in my notice and negotiated with
the Boss and HR department to leave sooner than the month my
contract specified.
I worked for the three weeks necessary.
Each day I called Helen and we chatted and smooched for hours on
the phone.
Often I would call Mike and chat with him as well. Even over the
phone I could tell he was deteriorating. Nevertheless we planned
and talked and he always seemed more alive when he felt he was
doing something.
During that period I did quite a lot of personal overtime, using
the tools from the workshop to build some things for later on.
The three weeks still dragged by.
Eventually I left with little ceremony. I packed as much as I
could from my small house into the car, a few things I
distributed among friends, for later collection. I visited a few
friends from the BDSM scene and exchanged favours. I told
everyone about Helen & a new job, but did not mention details.
Then finally I was free and drove back to Helen as fast as speed
limits would allow.
I arrived late on Tuesday morning.
Helen welcomed me with such a hug and smile it took my breath
away.
After a quick period of settling in we paid a visit to the
hospital to see Mike.
I discussed my plans with him and he smiled and agreed with most
of them and suggested some variations of his own and made a few
more request of me.
I was going to use his tools to help my sister and he liked the
idea and asked me to do something similar for him for his sister.
We discussed the concept and I took plenty of notes.
If it were not for the smells of the hospital we could have been
in any design office. We had sketches, project-plans, drawings,
and notes all over his bed and the tables nearby. Sometimes I
would shuffle some of it quickly when a nurse or doctor came in.
But mostly we were left to ourselves and we spent much of the
days planning.
With his permission I continued drawing as much of Mikes money as
I could and stashing it in other forms.
At night I would spend the time with Helen. I often did the
cooking. We would talk, cuddle and make love. We did nothing
overt either on Tuesday or Wednesday. Thursday night Helen had
her usual duty with Mrs van der Megan.


After a brief breakfast on my own, I sat in the big arm chair
facing the door. I held a riding crop across my lap and just sat,
waiting, planning.
I heard Helen's keys in the door. I smiled to myself in
anticipation. She would be tired and stressed.
As she closed the door behind her and turned I didn't give her a
chance to see me before I spoke out loudly from the stillness of
the room.
"STOP!"
Helen jerked to a stop and stared at me.
"Put your bags down."
She gingerly placed everything on the floor.
"Strip." I said. Loud, firm and certain. No smile. No change in
my expression. I held the riding crop meaningfully.
There was a moments hesitation in her eyes, but then she
proceeded to remove her jacket and white nurses dress.
She wore tights, a plain white bra and very ordinary white briefs
underneath.
When she looked as if she was slowing down I simply said,
"Continue." firmly until she was completely naked before me.
"Come here". I motioned to my lap.
When she was close I pulled her over me until her beautiful rear
was her highest point.
I struggled with myself at this point as I was determined to
follow my own advice and resist my urges.
After a single stroke across her buttock with the crop, I allowed
myself to talk to her in a more normal voice.
"Busy night?" I asked
"Yes"
"Are you hungry?"
"Not very. I managed to get some breakfast at Mrs. van der
Megan's."
"Tired?"
"Yes."
"All right. In a few minutes I will let you go to sleep. But
first we must continue with some training."
I laid a further six hard strokes across her buttocks until they
started to glow a lovely fiery red.
At least it would take some of the stress out of her, and help
her forget her job for a while.
I released her
"Stand, with your hands on your head."
She struggled to stand up and fought the urge to rub her glowing
bottom.
I stood and faced her and stroked her cheek with the crop.
"I think you ought to be naked in your own home as much as
possible. Whenever you come through that door you strip.
You never wear ANY clothes without my permission or direction. I
may make you wear certain things for my own entertainment.
But otherwise, no matter what. You strip. Clear?"
"Yes Sir"
Her eyes indicated that she was still not too sure.
"You may attend to the bathroom and then go to bed. And DO NOT
touch your arse."
She raised her eyebrows, there was a faint hint of a smile and
she went and attended to her ablutions.
I was waiting for her in the bedroom when she arrived.
I carefully tied her spread-eagled on the bed. Ropes of soft hemp
went around her wrist and were loose enough to allow a reasonable
amount of movement.
I then crouched between her legs and began tonguing around her
pudenda.
It took a while to get her warm and wet but the cropping had done
its' job and increased the blood flow and already warmed her a
bit.
She was soon groaning and grunting and maybe after about 15
minutes I applied several firmer fast licks directly to her
swollen clit and felt her clench as the first small orgasm hit. I
reached under the bed and brought out the magic-wand, vibrator
that I had plugged in earlier.
I held it directly over the keyhole top of her opening and felt
her body stiffen as the vibrations hit her.
I held it in place even as she bucked and fought and tried to
move. Her groaning had reverted to a deep animal grunt, then
risen to a shriek and back again at least five times before I
removed the device.
I slid the wand back under the bed, pulled a quilt over Helen's
limp, naked, bound body, then left the room, turning the light
off on the way.
Now if that didn't help her sleep and feel less stressed, well
maybe I would just have to do more of it.
I didn't want my own body timetable to be too out of synch with
Helen, so I fetched the spare quilt and curled up on the sofa to
allow myself another hour's sleep.
When my pocket computer woke me an couple of hours later, I
washed and ate a quick breakfast. I quietly checked in on Helen.
She was still deeply asleep.
I was very uneasy about leaving her, so only made a few quick,
dash errands to local stores and straight back to the apartment
and set about the design and planning I needed.
I rang around a few Private Investigators and talked to them for
a while until I found the one I wanted, to do the Job that was
going to be the next on my list.
After a bit of negotiation and assurances I had the details for
Eddie Hanlon PI, whose services I was going use.
After lunch I checked in on Helen again. I finished building the
modified smoke detectors and sensors. I had set up the web cams
and they were nearly ready to install in the bedroom.
I installed the Internet Router and firewall and checked the
images and sensor on my pocket computer. Everything seemed to
work out as Intended.
When I checked on Helen an hour later, she was stirring. I made
some coffee and prepared her breakfast and took them to her room.
She was still not full awake as I drew the wand out from under
the bed again and applied it buzzing, directly to her pudenda.
THAT woke her in a hurry and it took less than two minutes for
her first orgasm to hit.
I let her cycle through maybe six or more peaks before I released
the wand and set about un-tying her.
As her wrists were freed Helen rubbed the red marks around them
and then stretched cat-like, sensual and svelte.
"Sleep OK?" I asked.
"Wonderful." She said smiling at me. Her eyes twinkled. She threw
her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"That was so kinky. I had such strange dreams. It was perfect. I
had never thought about it before but it was just what I needed."
She kissed me again.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome, my darling little pervert." I kissed her on the
nose.
"Now we have some things to do. Get dressed, do some shopping. I
am going to do a few jobs and I will meet you in the Mall coffee
shop in about an hour and a half."
She thought for a moment.
"Yeah we need to get some food. I haven't been geared for you
staying here as well. But that's OK. I am glad you are back. Do
want to any special food."
I mentioned a few of my own favourites.
"While you are at it, get yourself some more stockings, or hose
as you call them, with garter belts. You also need some more
revealing bras, sexy lingerie, that sort of stuff. I want to show
your wonderful body off." Helen blushed as I handed her a wad of
notes from Mikes pay.
She tilted her head in question. But then nodded.
I pulled her up from the bed.
"Go on. I have plans. I will talk later."
Whilst she was out I fitted the sensor and web cam in the
bedroom. Discreetly enough that they were almost invisible but
still did their job.
I tested them both several times.
If I left Helen tied up for long periods of time again, I wanted
to see that she was all right.
When we met at the Mall we stopped for a quick drink and chat
before going round to Victoria's Secrets, Fredericks and other
stores, to buy lots of sexy underwear, Basques, corsets and other
fun stuff. We blew quite a chunk of money. It wasn't all just for
me to enjoy, although I most certainly would. I had plans that
were going to include Helen.
When we were back in Helen's apartment she closed the door and
started to walk towards the kitchen when I said "Stop" and looked
at her.
She was quick. I will give her that.
She quickly placed all her packages on the floor. Stripped her
dress off, kicked her shoes to join a pile of others by the wall
and stood beautifully, baby naked. She had gone out with nothing
on under her dress. I smiled in delight, nodded and Helen carried
on putting the shopping away.
I sat and sketched and designed for the next phase.
Helen brought drinks and cooked. I smiled whenever I caught a
glimpse of her naked body moving around. She aroused me and set
me wanting to do lots of things that I had not managed to do in a
long while.
When Helen announced supper was ready I decided to strip off and
join her.
When I suggested she begin the meal with some special cream she
understood immediately and knelt between my legs and gave me a
pretty good blow job.
Once I had come and she had cleaned me properly I stroked her
hair and let her sit up beside me as we ate.
We cleaned away and sat cuddling on the settee for a short while
before I went to get some toys to play with. I put Helen in one
of the corsets we had bought earlier. I did it up tight, starting
from the top and working down and tying off, then doing it again
and again until her waist was minuscule and her chest heaved
appreciably as she breathed.
There were only a few faint stripes left on her buttocks from
yesterdays cropping. Although I wanted to vary the punishments so
that all of her body was used, I decided she could take some more
there tonight.
I tied her wrists and hands together then pulled the rope over
the top of the bedroom door and knotted it off on the clothes
hook.
I spread her legs and tied her ankles with a rope around the door
itself.
I then used a multi braided flogger to whip across Helen's
shoulders and across her buttocks and thighs. The flogger had
about twenty half-inch wide strips of leather that coiled back to
a tube of leather inside a steel handle with a leather coating.
The strips were about fourteen inches long. They made a cracking
sound as they struck and covered quite an area of skin as they
hit, but in some way the pain they caused was less than the
focused bite of a crop or whip.
I varied the speed and direction of the blows, changed hands and
body position until all her flesh was a deep blushed red. I then
used a pin wheel I had bought earlier to prick at the skin down
her back and across her shoulders, down the inside of her thighs
and felt her shudder under its pressure. After many minutes of
that I flogged her again, gradually increasing the power until I
saw her body stiffen and go limp.
I quickly release Helen from the ropes and laid her unconscious
body on the bed.
I pulled the quilt over us and lay next to her stroking her.
This was the first time that I had tried to get her to experience
what many masochists call `Flying' or `sub-spacing'. her body had
overdosed on her own hormones.
After several minutes she came round and started shaking. I held
her close until that phase passed. Once she had calmed down and
was back to normal I asked her if she was all right.
"Oh yeah. Great" She smiled as she croaked at me. "Wow. What
happened?"
"Drugs man, massive doses of drugs." It was a half joke.
"Where you go red when you are hit, is the body producing
histamine and adrenaline to help it heal. Once the pain reaches a
certain level, the body also produces hormones called
beta-endorphins, the same stuff a woman does in childbirth.
By overloading the body as I just did your body gets swamped in
all those and you experienced a natural high. Like heroin or
opium but completely natural. You're a drugy." I joked.
"That's was so weird but so good. Why don't more people do it?"
"Oh many, many do, but maybe it is just not talked about on TV.
Lots of people are endorphin junkies. Most athletes get a natural
high, what they call `going through the wall'. That's the point
when their bodies are trying to stop the pain of the sport.
Like marathon running, by will power the athlete forces
themselves to carry on, and suddenly the body floods with
adrenaline and endorphins and whoosh, they can carry on and feel
great. Lots of foodies do the same with hot Chilli/. Foods like
curries, Cajun cooking, stuff like that. The capsaicin in chilli
causes and endorphin rush.
Guys that do bungee jumping. They overcome their natural fear and
the moment they drop the body is tricked into producing the same
effect. They often say `What a rush!!' That is the sound of an
adrenaline junkie."
"Well I guess I am an adrenaline junkie. I really want that
again." She said enthusiastically. Then looked at me in a
slightly coy way. "But not right now. You ready for a good fuck?"
"More than ready. Yes."
I turned her over so that she was laying in the middle of her bed
on a small pile of pillows, her red bottom high in the air. Then
I knelt between her legs and slid my hard, aching member into
her, until I could feel the heat from her body against my own
body.
I stayed like that for a while enjoying the tight feel of her and
her body twitching and spasming beneath me. Only when I had
started to go limp did I start moving my groin. I was very glad
of the oral sex earlier or I would not have lasted very long. As
it was I was thrusting long enough to bring her off more than
once.
When we were both spent, we lay in each others arms and fell
asleep.

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I woke up to a strange sensation and a feeling of restriction
that troubled me. When I opened my eyes, Helen was on top of me
straddling my morning stiffy.
I smiled up at her and grasped her nipples.
I was pleasantly surprised and more than ready and did not last
long.
Helen collapsed on top of my chest and kissed me, dribbling our
combined juices all over me.
"What's the plan today big boy" She asked.
"I bags first shower." I said "Then we have to go to Mikes lab."
Helen dived out of bed. "Must use the loo first" she said.
I released her from her corset and asked if she liked it, which
she said she did. We washed together and broke fast.
I let her wear trousers for the jobs we had to do today.
On the way to the Lab we collected the refurbished Ambulance.
At the lab I moved as much as I could away from the roller
shutter door. Then after much squirting with light oil we rolled
it open and I backed the van inside.
It took us all day to move Mikes make shift operating chair into
the Van and rig it up.
When we were back at Helens apartment she did not need reminding
but stripped at the door.
After a quick meal we showered together and Helen towelled us
both dry, making the act sensual and arousing so that it became a
prelude to sex.
I blindfolded her and put her in a tight corset before we made
love. Afterwards I tied her to the bed, leaving me just enough
room to sleep beside her.
The next morning I tickled her awake, finding all the place that
made her squirm and giggle. When she was gasping for breath I
quickly entered her and also quickly started a rhythm that
brought me to a fast  but satisfying climax.

After we had washed, I tied Helen in a traditional Japanese
shibari rope tie with rope bra squeezing her breast together and
forwards. Tight knots around her waist forced an exaggerated
shape. And rope between her legs, either side of her pussy lips
squeezed them together and would rub as she moved. I left her
arms and legs free.
At the door Helen slipped a loose dress over her naked body, put
on a pair of shoes and we returned to the lab and continued
working on the ambulance.
Whilst I fiddled with the electrics & electronics, Helen cleaned,
scrubbed then loaded some of the cupboards and drawers with
supplies from the lab.
The first time she tried to go to the toilet she asked me to
release her from the rope bondage.
I thought for a moment and refused.
"Ask me again later." I said casually and turned back to the
soldering I was doing so that I did not see the expression on her
face.
She turned away but returned less than an hour later.
"Please Jack. Please I really need to go to the toilet."
I looked at the pleading in her eyes and made a face as If I was
really thinking hard about it.
"Ok. Remove the dress." It was off in one very swift movement.
She really did look awesome in the tight ropes, her flesh
reddening where the ropes were rubbing, her nipples swollen and
red. Jees I wanted to take her there and then.
I released the ropes enough to allow her to use the toilet, but
re- tightened them as soon as she returned. I allowed her to wear
the dress again mostly as protection.
I was just finishing re-connecting the sonic projectors and the
speakers and wanted to test the playback mechanism. I put my ear
to the headrest.
"You love him so much you will do anything. You would love him to
spank you, to tie you up. Pain is sweet pleasure when he is
touching you."
It was Mikes voice, but said in a soft monotone.
I sat and thought for a moment.
I found the controls and listened to the whole recording.
When I had heard it through, I very carefully wiped it.

When we were done that day we locked up and as we sat in the car
I ordered her to give me her dress.
Her eyes opened wide in shock and question but I kept my face
stern and impassive.
After a few moments when I thought I may have to repeat my
instruction or discipline her in some way, she slid it over her
head and handed it to me. I threw it to my side of the back seat.

We drove home with her sitting naked and roped beside me. I was
almost beside myself with arousal. Helen was just so sexy. Her
body just looked so good bound as it was.
I smiled to myself when we had to stop at a red light and the guy
in the next car stared over at us. He did a double take and his
jaw dropped open at the sight of Helen. She kept her head
straight forward, trying not to catch his eye, and trying to sit
lower in the chair.
I let her off this time, but in future I would have to train her
to sit upright and not hide herself.
With no further incidents we arrived at the parking bay to her
block.
I let Helen put her dress on for the walk across the block and up
the stairs. As soon as the door closed behind us Helen slipped
the dress off again. She then dropped to her knees and begged me
to let her use the toilet.
I looked down and considered.
"Maybe." I said slowly. "If you can give me a good enough
sucking."
Helen had my trousers down and her lips around my aching cock in
what seemed to be the speed of light. She was lucky I was so
aroused as I came in bare minutes. My knees went weak as I
ejaculated into her throat. It had been a tense day for both of
us.
I let her stand and loosened the rope.
When Helen returned I tied the rope even tighter with both
strands, this time between the sensitive lips of her pussy.
Every step she made I could see her shiver.
In the kitchen as we cooked dinner together I was fascinated by
the way she was so careful, when bending or stretching to reach
things.
I had just pulled a wooden stirrer from a drawer when Helen had
to bend to find the wok. Her bottom made too tempting a target to
ignore and almost instinctively I whacked at her, causing her to
gasp. I noticed her clench her thighs. Gods that was provocative.
Helen managed to maintain her pose as she fetched the wok and
stood straight again.
We cooked and ate and cuddled for a while.
I led Helen to the bedroom and blindfolded her, then tied her to
the ends of the bed.
"Groucho Marx said 'Women should be obscene and not heard'" I
said as I applied a rubber ball gag in her mouth and strapped it
in place.
I pulled that magic-wand vibrator out and applied its' buzzing
end to the rope between her legs, she bucked and screamed into
her gag almost immediately.
I held the wand over her sensitive pussy for five, six, seven
full orgasms, before I released it and then her.
She lay spent and shaking for a while as we cuddled and then made
what those in the BDSM scene call `vanilla' sex, which was none
the less very satisfying.
"You have an amazingly wicked imagination." Helen said when we
lay quietly in each others arms much later on.
"I do don't I?" I chuckled, then turned to kiss her.
"And aren't you enjoying it?"
She seemed to consider this for a moment. Then turned her head
towards me. "You know the strange thing is that I am. Enjoying it
I mean. Some of the things you did, I thought were odd or not
much fun at the time. But I enjoyed the result or thinking about
it afterwards.
"I was terrified of sitting in the car naked. Even more so
because of the visibility of the ropes. But by the time we got
back here I was so excited I wanted you to drop me to the floor
and fuck my brains out."
We both chuckled.
Maybe one day I would do that.
"I was angry and embarrassed at having to ask you to release me
to go to the toilet, and yet the feeling of powerlessness and the
humiliation of it gave me very strange feelings that somehow
still felt exciting.
I can't believe what you do to me and yet I am loving every
minute."
"Good. So am I."
We soon fell into a satisfying sleep.

The next morning after a fairly normal shower and breakfast I put
Helen in a tight, red, silk, boned corset. I did it up tight
until she had a tiny waist and her breasts were almost heaving
out of the top.
In the bathroom I had her bend over as I lubricated up a very
small device called a butt plug.
I told her what I was going to do and that she must try to relax.
I gently pressed the plug against her tight anus.
"Relax." I repeated.
It started to slide in. I pushed harder. Then with a jump it went
beyond the tight ring of muscle and sank home, the wide flaring
end pressing against her butt.
I let her get used to it for a few moments before telling her to
turn and sit on the edge of the bath.
"Wow that feels so strange. I feel so full."
"You'll get used to it. Now open wide."
I sat between her open legs and pushed a lubricated dildo deep
into her tight vagina.
When she stood I attached a strap to the front of her corset,
pulled it tight between her legs and attached the other end
behind her to the back of her corset. I applied a small padlock.
"Now it is locked in place. I will decide when..." I let the
tension build. "And Where..." I let that hang in the air for a
minute. Let Helen think on that one. "I will choose to release
it."
I gave a couple of gentle smacks across her bottom and turned her
around.
Helen kept her eyes lowered.
"Yes sir."
I let Helen wear a simple loose dress and sandals as we left for
the lab again.
As soon as we were in the car going to the lab I had Helen remove
the dress and put it on the back seat. The drive to the lab was
more or less uneventful. Nobody even seemed to notice.
She continued to potter round the lab and help me fit things in
the ambulance, sometimes asking questions. I told her some of the
operation, but not any details.
By the end of that, our third day, we had ourselves a portable
version of Mikes programming lab.
Before we left the lab I pulled Helens dress up to her waist and
gave her six hard smacks across the buttocks.
She sat carefully in the car, even more so, when she removed the
dress and her tender bottom was sitting directly on the furry
cloth of the car seat.
As soon as she had removed the dress and shoes in her apartment I
had her bend over the back of a chair. The strap between her legs
pushed the two devices deeper into her.
I gave her another twenty smacks, concentrating on her lower
bottom and thighs, and the strap between her legs.
I then undid the lock and removed the strap.
"Go to the bathroom and remove the plugs. Wash them well. Only
then may you relieve yourself. Clean yourself and put them back."

I turned away preventing any further discussion.
When Helen returned I was laying naked on the settee.
"I want you to give me a long slow hand and blow job. You are to
try to give me the pleasure I give you."
With eyes lowered Helen knelt beside me and did give a long slow
and very satisfying orgasm.
"Was that OK sir?" she asked after she had cleaned me up.
"Quite acceptable dear thing." She brightened at the compliment.
I kept her strapped and plugged until bedtime. As she prepared
for the night I let her remove and clean the plugs again, then I
undid the corset.
Helen let out a great sigh as she could breathe freely again.
"Ok?"
"Yes thank you. It gives me a strange feeling of.. I don't know..
Lack of control... Maybe. Possession? Not just the physical
restriction. It's quite comforting in a way. But it does make it
hard to breathe deeply."
We made love and slept naked next to each other.

Helen had a few nursing jobs for the next few days. I had some
things to do. Firstly I went to see the private eye I had
contacted


I met Eddie in his rough looking, smoky office. There was no
space anywhere to put down even so much as a cup. The place was a
mess.
I didn't really care.
"Eddie. I'm Jack." I held out my hand.
"Yeah. C'mon in." He hastily cleared a loose pile of papers off a
chair.
"Sidown."
He want back to his own chair, full of holes and with bits of it
hanging off. He was not making too much money at this game.
"You said you needed some guy follered. You wanna gimme some
d'tails."
I dropped a pack of notes on the desk in front of him as I sat.
He stared at them for a moment, picked the wad up and fanned it
as if checking to make sure each one was truly real, then it
disappeared into the desk drawer.
"I want to know the movements and timetable for the next month of
Senator John Reynard."
"Why? You wanna bump him?"
"No. In fact I will not hurt him. I want someone to meet him in a
low key event. Away from the cameras and with few security guards
etc. They want a quiet word and need an opening."
"So why not make an appointment?"
"Have you tried `Making an appointment' with him?" I said. "It
takes two years to even get close, unless you are putting a
million into his campaign fund. So no. My friend wants an
opportunity to talk. But to tell him something he doesn't want to
hear."
"Pity." Eddie sniffed, lighting a cigarette. "I hate that lieing
bastard. The only good poltishun is a dead one."
"I might agree with you. But in this case we need him alive. Ok.?
All I want is some idea of where he will be and when. I will work
out the meeting and arrange with my friend. That..." I pointed to
where the pile I had given him had been. "Should get you started.
You can have the rest, when you get me the information."
"K. How do I get n'touch with ya?"
"How about if I call you every three or four days. When you have
something to tell me, we can arrange to meet again."
"Fayn b'me."
I dropped a sweetener. "And we can then get onto the next job."
"Whachis?"
"Dependant on the first." I smiled an innocent smile.
I knew he would be all right. He needed the money.
I stood and put out my hand. "Pleased to meet you Eddie. Be in
touch."
He heaved himself slowly out of his chair. He wasn't overweight.
Well not by much. But he was very unfit. He needed a good woman.
He looked like a Man who had once had one.
"Yeah you too Jack."
I was glad to be out on the street again and breathing clean air.
But I knew I had the right person and we could do business
together.

My next stop was the nursing agency, where after a lengthy
conversation, some passing of money, some veiled threats, and a
lot of bluster on my part, another of my plans was set in motion.

I paid a quick visit to Mike. I told him how operations one and
two were going and let him brief me on operation three. I already
had some idea of what I was going to do for operation four. It
was going to be a busy month.
Just as I was leaving I asked. "How did you check Helens' blood
group?"
Mike brightened and smiled at me. "You know. I just asked." Smug
bastard.
"In Japan and Korea they are convinced that blood type defines
personality, and people meeting for the first time often ask each
others blood type as often as asking, say the other astrological
sign or favourite music. It's part of normal conversation. You
get used to it."  There was a twinkle in his eyes.
"Strange. Thanks."
"Hey! Friends..." He waved me away.

Helen was naked and waiting for me when I arrived at her
apartment.
We kissed and cuddled. Then she asked what I wanted her to do.
This was a new departure, and it didn't take me long to
rationalise it and to decide on how best to proceed.
"How about the corset and plugs. Do you think you could leave
them in for a long time."
With eyes lowered. "As you wish sir."
"No! I asked you a question. Answer me." I was quite serious.
"I feel as if I would want to sir. They remind me of you and how
much you posses my body and my mind. But sir... I think they may
get dry and it would be quite difficult to remove them after a
long period of time inside." She waited for a while. The nurse in
her probably correct on the physiological effects.
"But I am willing to try it, if that is what you want sir."
She was coming along very quickly. The change was remarkable.
"Well we shall just have to see what we can do about that then."
I put her into the corset and lubricated both plugs. I actually
enjoyed the act of plugging her myself. I did the strap up and
locked it.
She gave me quick oral sex in the kitchen before we cooked dinner
together.
In the bedroom afterwards I used the magic-wand held against the
straps to bring Helen off a few times, though it was quite a
trick to keep it in place against her writhing and bucking body.
"Oh thank you sir. That was wonderful." She said at last as she
got her breath back. Helen relived me orally again before we fell
asleep.
We repeated the same routine again the next morning.
When Helen returned from the bathroom she admitted that the
morning orgasm had helped her to remove the plugs quite easily.
"Good. That suits both of us then?"
I kissed her nose.
"Yes Sir." She smiled.
I let her dress normally for work.
She gave me a long hard kiss before she left. "I have enjoyed
working with you and having you do such pervy things to me. I am
going to miss you all day."
"Well, we shall have to think of some remedy to that. But not
now." I patted her affectionately on the bottom as I ushered her
out of the door.

I soon followed. I had a school to find. Then some more research
of my own to do. At lunch time I was parked near an Office block
I had looked up and sat studying an old photo Mike had given me.
Soon after one-ten I spotted the guy from the picture, walking
towards a diner with a young, leggy, blonde, almost half his age.
I followed them, sat nearby and listened to the conversation.

By three thirty I had found the school Mike had mentioned. I sat
with another photograph. I almost missed the slim, slightly worn
looking lady. She did look something like the photo, but she had
aged. Her hair was in a stiff bun and her clothes less
sophisticated.
I followed her as she made her way to another school where she
picked up two good looking children, then on to a small detached
house in the suburbs.
I sat outside for a while waiting.
Half an hour later I was knocking on the door.
"Yes?"
"Karen? Karen Davidson?" I asked brightly, trying hard not to
look like a salesmen.
"Yes."
"My name is Jack. I am a friend of Mikes."
Her hand shot to her mouth.
"THE JACK? Jack the lad? Really?"
"Yes that's me. Though less of a lad these days."
"He often mentioned you. Do you know how he is? I haven't heard
from him in ages."
"May I come in?"
"Yes. Yes of course."
Some time later we sat drinking coffee. I mentioned a few of the
things Mike & I had done. I felt it important to reassure her
that I really was his friend.
I had to lie to her about seeing him. He was quite insistent that
she not know of his current condition. I did admit that I had
heard from him a few weeks back. The next bit was tricky. I
steered the conversation towards her husband.
"No. He.. He left me for a younger model." She said sadly.
Some of the story I already knew from Mike. But I wanted to hear
it from Karen.
It was as Mike had suggested. Her husband was a no-good,
low-life, letcher, who couldn't keep his trousers up. But somehow
Karen still loved him and hoped he would come back to her. She
needed his love, his approval, and maybe the thought that she was
not as old and worn as she felt.
Considering how nice the children were when I met them and how
clean and tidy the house was, I thought she did a pretty good job
on her own.
I began to wonder if I was doing the right thing, but Mike had
asked for this favour.
Once I had gathered what I needed, I let the conversation drift a
little, excused myself to use the bathroom, then soon afterwards
found an excuse to leave. I promised to be back in touch if and
when I heard from Mike.
I really hated having to lie like that even for Mike. Karen
seemed like a nice lady to me.
She really did want to see him. I still could not work out why
Mike did not want to see her or even let her know he was ill.
Karen sounded very lonely.
It was quite late when I headed for Helens place.
I considered letting her have a night off, but knew I had to
continue the training if we were to have a future together. It
was a training for both of us.
Helen had dinner ready when I arrived.
I stopped only long enough to put her corset and plugs in and
lock her in. She hugged me, "I feel so comforted, so well
reassured when I am like this." She said smiling. "And knowing
you like it makes it even better. I do love you." We kissed.
"Come on. I'm hungry."
We parted reluctantly and ate.
After dinner and clearing away we sat and cuddled and talked for
a while to the music from the stereo. We had combined our albums
and put the few duplicates in a box to sell sometime.
Helen told me she had a call from the nursing agency begging her
to do both Wednesday and Thursday nights for Mrs van der Megan.
I looked at her trying to look surprised.
"And you accepted?"
"I said I would think about it and let them know. I wanted to
talk to you."
"Yes go ahead. It pays well. And you can cope with it." I
reassured her.
"Do you think so?"
"Yes." I said seriously. "We have proved that."
"I'll call them tomorrow." She conceded.
I took Helen to bed and spanked her over my lap for a while until
the rosy sight of her delicious bottom met with my approval.
While she was still bent there I applied the wand to her strap
and held her tightly in place as she climaxed.
I let Helen bring me off in her mouth again, though I was aware
it had been a few days now since we had had a good hard fuck. She
was getting better and more sensitive to me, but it was still not
quite so satisfying. `All in good time.' I thought to myself.
I repeated the same again in the morning. I do like to start the
day as I mean to go on.
When Helen was clean and ready for work, I had her bend over the
chair near the door. I used a cane on her arse for the first
time, leaving six thin red lines across her buttocks before she
was allowed to dress and leave.
"That should keep you warm for a while." I smiled as I kissed
her.
"And remind you all day of what to expect this evening."
She kissed me even smiled back. "Thank you." As she left.

I spent most of the day trying to do my own investigating,
managed to fit in a brief meeting with Mike to update him on my
conversation with Karen. I also tried to get him to change his
policy about seeing her.
I could not work out why he was so concerned about her but still
refused to see her.
















Operation three:
It took me most of the morning to piece together the recording I
had made a few evenings before. By midday I had what I felt was a
good take and felt quite pleased with myself.
Not bad for my first effort.
I just had time to drive the Ambulance over to the east side.
I backed into the alleyway and waited. At ten to two I got out
and leaned against the wall by the last building. At five minutes
to two o'clock the back door to the diner opened and out stepped
the man I was expecting. As he passed by I flipped the pneumatic
injector out, up and pressed it against his neck as I pressed the
release. When he heard or felt it and tried to turn I was already
moving. It took less than a minute before he collapsed into my
waiting arms. In seconds I had the ambulance doors open and him
inside.
I quickly strapped him into the chair and started phase two, the
second set of injections. A large photograph was placed on the
ceiling to fill his view when his eyes opened. The clothing that
I had borrowed from the bathroom hamper was wrapped around his
neck. I pressed the play button and hid.
Fifteen minutes later I gave him the third phase injection,
dragged him back to the alley, poured some whiskey over his
clothes and left the empty bottle in his hand.
I know Mike had recommended against alcohol, so I was gambling on
him feeling confused enough to think he had been drinking and not
wanting to do any more. It may have been a bit of a long shot.
I drove calmly away, as quickly as I could without attracting
attention.
I took the van back to the lab and tidied away.
I was thinking that I needed an excuse to see Karen again.
Someday soon.

I was home just before Helen arrived. Even though she looked
exhausted, I was pleased to see she stripped at the door, and
approached in all her beautiful nakedness.
We kissed and hugged like a pair of teenagers for a while, with
Helen sitting on my lap in the armchair as she told me of her
day. How the first session was a formal interview and form
filling marathon. And she had tried to sit still with her arse
still stinging from the morning's caning. She sniggered. "I was
shuffling like I had ants in my pants. I couldn't concentrate. It
took ages to do the assessment. Then in the afternoon I had a
fill-in duty in the old men's ward. What a bunch of old lechers.
Don't men ever stop thinking about sex?"
"No. I guess not." I mused "I know just before my father died at
the age of eighty he was still chasing girls."
"Really?" She looked at me in surprise. "What was he like? Your
father?"
"I didn't really know him. I was raised by my mother after they
separated when I was young. He was serving time in the British
Navy, when my sister and I were born. When he left that he ran a
small business. That was when they divorced. A few years later
Mother re-married. My step Father was American. When his British
business folded he moved here and we came with him.
He died of cancer when I was in my teens.
As for my real Dad, he kept in touch occasionally but, looking
back now, he was a bit distant. After I left home and made a
point of trying to get to know him we became like... I don't
know, friends with limited things in common I suppose. We were
close enough. I could stay round his place. We would have a drink
or two together. He was always willing to re-arrange his life to
fit me in and yet I never really knew him.
He did help me through college, financially.
I didn't find out the truth about why they divorced until I went
through his things after the funeral.
He never re-married. He had made a success of business, but most
of his money went on a string of women. He had a couple of
children by some of them. By then I had my own life and couldn't
spend too long back in Britain to investigate. It was while my
sister & I were going though his house after his funeral, that we
found his bondage magazines. That lead to some interesting
discussions. There was a box in the bedroom full of whips and
floggers, none of them terribly well made and all of them pretty
well used. I still have some of them. My sister & I split them
between us."
"Is she a a.. What would she be? A Mistress?" Helen interrupted.
"I guess you could say that. We did not know about that aspect of
each other until then, but we could see the interest in each
others eyes as we went through Dads things.
At the funeral there were about a dozen folks. A few navy guys,
some of his business colleagues, a few drinking buddies. Then
there were these women. Strange. Some of them he had obviously
had affairs with in the past. The youngest of them can't have
been twenty, so I got talking to her and dad had been seeing her
until he had the heart attack that killed him. So I don't think
blokes ever stop thinking about sex. I hope I never do."
Helen chuckled and wriggled her naked bottom against my
stiffening member.
"So do you think it is in you blood? Wanting to spank someone?"
"It could be. I don't know. I can't remember actually learning
it. I learned the techniques and safety and I still am learning
and exploring. But the desire? Yes I think maybe the desire has
been there all my life."
I reached up and pinched Helens nipple.
"Speaking of which..." I said. Helen sniggered, realising that
the few minutes of peace were over and I was about to do
something to her.
She stood with hands together & eyes lowered.
"Whatever you want Jack. Sir. I love everything you do, every
moment."
I had Helen bend over the back of the chair with her hands in the
small of her back. She may have been expecting a spanking or
caning, but I could still see the marks from the earlier session,
and I did not want to cause any permanent damage. So I needed to
vary the stimulus. Tonight it was time to move to something
different.
I let the anticipation build as I gathered the things I wanted.
I used some rope to tie Helen's hands together as they were
already behind her. I pulled her elbows together and tied them so
that her arms were under just a little bit of strain. I pulled
Helen upright and than down onto her knees then onto her back
with her feet under her.
I tied her wrists to her ankles with her knees apart again
ensuring that she was under a little strain. I wouldn't want her
to get comfortable.
I had fetched a small tassled flogger, with thirty or so, small,
leather strands, not much thicker than shoe laces, about nine
inches long but with a robust handle. I used this to gently slash
at Helens tits, waist, thighs and exposed pussy. I used fast
light strokes to start with, until I had built up a good pink
base over her whole exposed flesh, then gradually increased the
strength and tempo as her skin turned redder. Then I concentrated
on hitting just above the slit of her pussy so that the flailing
strands struck down on her tender lips.
Several times I heard Helen suck in air as I hit something
particularly sensitive. But her breathing was getting more rapid
and soon she was panting and gasping.
I stopped and let her cool for a while.
I fetched some fine, hemp cord and tied a couple of small lasso
knots. I
slipped these knots over Helens aroused nipples and pulled the
cord tight until it held, pulling and distorting her nipples as I
tugged it.
I saw her grit her teeth, but she said nothing.
I stood towering over her with my feet either side of her head as
I studied her and considered my next move.
I tied the two lengths of cord together pulling her nipples
towards each other. Then I tied another piece of cord to this and
pulled it down her body, tightly between her inner lips and under
her and knotted it off on the rope round her ankles.
Every twitch, every shiver, every slight movement she made would
pull on that cord and tighten it both against her clitoris and
nipples.
I resumed striking her with the flogger, gently this time. She
grunted and groaned with every stroke. Again I increased the
tempo and gradually concentrated more on her pudenda. Until her
breathing was coming in deep rasps and her chest was heaving
distending her nipples in a way that looked quite painful.
When I saw her body shaking I quickly stopped and heard her
whimper.
There was a pleading look in her eyes but she remained silent.
I went over to my toy box and withdrew the smallest vibrator I
had.
I waved it in front of her eyes.
"If I put this near you it will be under the string. It will
tighten it even more. You have a choice. Yes or no."
"Yes." She gasped.
I raised my eyebrows and held it expectantly.
"Yes please Sir" She corrected herself.
I tucked the vibrator tight up against her clit, pulling the cord
so tight it pulled hard at her nipples. I turned it on to a low
buzz. I didn't want anything to happen too quickly.
Helen was gasping and sighing heavily now, willing the
stimulation to go just that bit more, so near the edge but not
quit enough to take her over the cascade.
I left her like that for ten minutes before returning to casually
flick at her body with the mini-flogger, randomly.
Helen was gritting her teeth now and grunting deep in her throat.

I finally relented and gave her a harsh flick between the legs
and reached forward to turn the vibrator on full.
Her scream must have echoed down the street.
Next time I did something like this I would definitely have to
gag her.
I chuckled as she writhed and squirmed within her limited powers
of movement as she tried to ride the waves enveloping her. She
thrashed her head from side to side until I thought she would do
herself some damage.
I turned the vibrator off and removed it. I loosened the cord
from her ankles and released the nooses around her nipples.
The rest of the ropes I left in place until she had calmed down.
This gave me time to undress before sliding my aching cock deep
into her. It was like sliding into hot velvet. Even as I pushed
deeper, her vaginal muscles twitched and spasmed around me, in
one of the most wonderful sensations I could imagine.
I kept my body still as I sucked and nibbled at Helens red raw
nipples, causing more grunts.
All too soon I could wait no longer and began the serious
thrusting of a man in need. Even before my own ejaculation, Helen
was screaming her own orgasm.
I lay more content and happy than I had done in years. Helen
really was a wonderful fuck.
After a while the cool evening air made me shiver and I finally
disengaged myself from Helens body.
I threw a blanket over Helen before having a shower. Afterwards I
put on a robe and made a couple of drinks. I sat with Helens head
in my lap and held the cup to her mouth to let her sip at it.
We made small talk and kissed and talked again until bedtime when
I finally released her from the ropes.
When she was finally able to stand again, Helen stretched and did
a few Tai-Chi exercises, moving like a cat, as she unkinked her
body.
Later in bed she snuggled against me.
"Thank you. That was wonderful." She even mewed like a cat.

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The next day Helen did not have any duties and my plans were
flexible.
There were some further aspects to her training that I wanted to
explore.
I started by tieing her hands and ankles to the bedposts so that
she was spread eagled. I applied a blindfold and a large ball
gag, then gave her a gentle flog with the small flogger just to
get her warmed up. At this point I left her to find a special
pack I had bought earlier. I slipped a large tub in the microwave
for the few minutes it indicated. This was going to be tricky as
it was not something I had done before.
I returned and immediately dribbled the hot wax from the tub
slowly across Helens pubes.  Although she kept a trimmed bikini
line, I wanted her totally naked. Stripped bare in totality. I
could have just told her to go to a beauty parlour and get a
Brazilian, but I wanted to do thisb way.
She jerked at the heat as each drop hit her.
While the wax was still soft I lay out strips of the open weave
cloth provided in he kit. I had read that one should do each
strip one at a time. I, however, lay as many strips as I could
across the top and down the fleshy lips of her pussy. Once the
wax had hardened I applied the magic-wand to the top of her
tender slit. This would be enough to get her aroused, but not
close enough to her clit to let he climax.
I simultaneously took the wand away and yanked hard and fast at
the first strip of cloth, pulling a swathe of her pubic hair away
in the process.
Helen yanked at the ropes and grunted.
I quickly put the wand back in place, waited a few minutes before
going on to the next strip. As each strip tore away I allowed the
wand to go closer to Helens pleasure button. When all seven
strips were done I was disappointed but not surprised to find
there was still some hair left.
I shrugged to myself and repeated the process. Carefully
dribbling the hot wax and draping the cloth over the remains of
her womanly hair.
When the last cloth came away I quickly put the wand directly
over Helens clit and let it buzz away, bringing her to several
loud and
violent climaxes. I had a tub of oil ready and gently applied it
to the red area between her legs, massaging the pain away and
soothing the skin. Not that I was against the pain, but I did not
want her skin to be damaged or leave any rashes, that might
hinder future playtimes.
I used the oil to rub her both outside and in and my fingers soon
brought her to another satisfying climax.
I continued soothing her until I was happy with the result.
I let Helen stay like that for a while with the wand against her
but just out of reach as I prepared us both breakfast. I removed
the gag so that I could hand feed her as she was rather tied up.
It was much later that I released her and we showered together. I
spent sometime putting Helen into another tight corset made of
red and black satin. It was boned and high, pushing her breasts
up, pulling her waist in, keeping her back straight. It had six
suspender straps to which I attached her black stockings.
I then chose a tight almost transparent blouse for Helen,
together with the shortest skirt I could find in her wardrobe. It
was a light-coloured wool, plaid wrap-around style. I also
selected some high heels. When we were ready to go, I bent her
over the chair and gave her a quick fuck from behind. It felt
even better without any pubic hair. I did not stop to consider
her own readiness, but fucked quick and hard until I spurted
inside her. All the activities of the morning had left me more
than just a bit horny.
I quickly tucked myself back into my pants and lead Helen to the
car, with my cum still dripping down her thighs.
I had a few bits to purchase, such as a better sound player for
the treatment chair and some memory cards to go with it. I was
also vaguely looking for some clothes or bondage gear but nothing
was really important. The main aim of the day was to lead Helen
to crowded places and subtly ensure that at every stairway,
bridge or grating, she was on the outside near to the sea of
staring male faces, the nudges, winks and whistles. I calmly
ignored them all, seemingly oblivious.
In a shoe shop I had her look for some new shoes with higher
heels. I waited until a suitable male sales person was available
before letting her sit down. When she tried to keep her legs
together or hide her naked crotch I would do something calmly to
ensure that she had to open her legs and give everyone a good
view. I liked that so much we tried a few shops, but I still
didn't find the type of shoes I had in mind.
At lunch time I found a cheap diner with high stools and lots of
building worker type clients that would appreciate Helens legs
the way I intended. They did. Every eye turned on us as we
entered. Meals hovered untouched near open mouths. I sat us on a
pair of stools near the centre, visible to as much of the room as
I could manage. With the tight corset Helen was wearing, she
struggled to sit at all but more sort of perched on it, chest
thrust forward to the delight of most of the staff and customers.
Her waist was pinched so tight she was not actually able to eat
much. I was not that hungry either and it did not matter. I had
done what I wanted to do.
Twice during the day I found half sheltered parks where we were
only slightly overlooked but not too closely. Each time I bent
Helen forward and gave her quick hard fuck that only satisfied
myself and left more cum trickling down her legs to join the
crusty, dried, stream from earlier.
I could see Helen fighting back the tears. Tears of fear,
humiliation, frustration? I did not know. I would explore that
later.
Whenever Helen tried to speak I would interrupt and divert the
conversation.
In a seedy backstreet I found a sex shop. It was a poor quality
type that I did not usually use, but I entered and looked around.
Helen seemed even more embarrassed. I suspect she had never been
near anything quite like it. She looked around wide eyed. I
surveyed the shop until I found a cheap leather tawse. It had a
leather handle with a stiff leather tail with two splits in. I
flexed it and swung it through the air. It made a nice swooshing
sound. I casually asked the unshaved, ugly guy behind the counter
if he would mind if I tried it out. He shrugged.
I ordered Helen to bend over, looking inwards to the shop, this
exposed her naked rear to the shop assistant and anyone coming in
through the front door. I flexed the tawse and gave her three
quick whacks with it. Each time making her totter on her high
heels. I looked at it critically then put it back on the shelf.
"Sorry. Not quite what she likes I think. Thanks." And quickly
led Helen out and away, trying not to laugh at the look on the
shop assistants face. Even Helen was giggling.

When we eventually returned to her apartment, I ordered her to
remove only the shoes and skirt.
"I think we could both do with a good cup of coffee." I announced
and walked away, still not allowing her any opportunity to talk.
When she returned carrying the cups, I smiled at the way she
looked so delightfully slutty.
She put the cups down and I drew her over my lap. I pinned her
legs under one of mine keeping her bottom high over the other. I
quickly swatted her a couple of times, just to reset the control.
To give her something familiar.
"So my lovely little slut, what did you learn today? Think very
carefully."
There was a long silence. Helen seemed not to be able to answer.
"Did you enjoy yourself today?"
"No. I hated it. I felt so... so... dirty."
"And yet I still loved you enough to fuck you several times. Did
you enjoy that?"
"Yes although I didn't come, it was still pleasant. I was wet all
day. And I was still pleased that you were pleased." She said
meekly.
"And did I at any time, criticize the way you looked.?"
"No."
"Does it matter what other people think?"
"No. No I suppose not."
"Indeed."



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I paid an unannounced visit to Townsville, to see my sister
Doreen. She was surprised and delighted to see me. I had not been
in touch for a while. She had no idea I was living nearby.
After hugs and drinks and a bit of catching up, I cut to the
point of the meeting.
"I need you to be available on Saturday."
"K. Jacky what are you up to now?"
"Oh a bit of social engineering." I said innocently.
"I do have a strange request that is quite important. Please
don't wash in the morning, or apply any deodorant, perfumes etc.
We need you as you are for the experiment."
"Sounds disgusting. What are you up to?"
"Sister dear, have I ever done anything to let you down?"
"No of course not dear."
"So trust me. We are going to have a bit of fun. You will enjoy
the outcome, if all goes well. And it is a small price to pay."
"Not if we go anywhere crowded and you humiliate me." She said a
touch sternly.
"It should all be in the open. And I promise not to do anything
that would embarrass you, Sis. Don't worry."
"Ok. But you are up to something." She still sounded suspicious.
"I am. But you will like it I promise. I will pick you up at
about ten."
I changed the subject then and we chatted for an hour before I
left.
"Ten." I reminded her as I kissed her goodbye.


On Saturday I left early, collected the van from the lab and
drove the  forty minutes drive South, to collect Doreen.
I was politely reticent as I picked her up and we drove to the
next destination, another hour or so drive South to a local boys
school.
I parked the van nearby, then dived in the back to change into a
paramedic jump-suit uniform. When I returned to the front I
passed a White Nurses uniform to Doreen.
"You need to go to in the back and change into this."
"But I am not a nurse." She shrieked.
"You don't need to be. Just look like one for a while."
"Why?"
"Don't argue dear. Trust me. I am going to help you remind
someone of their obligation to you. It will be good for you in
the end. All will become clear. We just need to play charades for
a while. No harm done."
She still looked far from convinced.
"Sis. I owe you. From so many years and so many things I owe you.
Do this and before you know it, a large chunk of that debt will
be repaid I assure you."
She seemed a little mollified and climbed into the back, emerging
some time later in the uniform I had given her. For a guess on my
part I seemed to have got her size nearly right, although her
chest did seem a little tight. Not that it would notice much in
the dimmer light of the inside of the Van.
I continued on to the boys school and as the security staff saw
the ambulance they waved me in. I followed their directions and
parked as designated.
"Get in the back and stay there. I will handle it. We will have
one injury. All you need to do is be here and do as I tell you.
And before you interrupt me. No! You will not have to do
anything, just be there. Do not act surprised. Be calm. Play the
game and all will be well. It will be more than well. Follow my
lead. It's all in the plan."
Before she could argue I stepped out of the van and disappeared
into the crowd.
About half an hour later I knocked on the back of the van door.
It was opened by the large concerned looking nurse, that is my
sister.
I helped the burly security guard carry the limp form of the
unconscious Senator into the ambulance. When he looked like he
was going to stay, I suggested that we needed room and his best
place was guarding the door. Reluctantly he stepped outside and I
closed the door behind him.
I strapped the Senator into the chair, administered the phase two
serum and flicked the recording playback. I pulled my sister into
position sitting on top of the senator and hid myself from his
view.
Phase two went as expected. The Senator convulsed, opened his
eyes, stared amazed at Doreen, shook several times and lapsed
into un-conciousness again. I gave him the phase three injection
and released him, at the same time instructing Doreen to remove
the uniform and sit out of sight in the front.
She looked questioningly at me but did as I said.
After a few minutes he aroused and I looked as If I was checking
him over.
"You Ok?" I asked.
"Y... Yeah." He responded shakily. "A bit muzzy. What happened?"
"You collapsed sir. I have checked you out and can't find
anything wrong. Blood pressure good. Pulse good. You seem quite
healthy. Have you had much to drink this afternoon sir?"
"No, nothing."
"Could just be heat stroke sir, or dehydration." I said offering
him some water which he took and drank. I continued to check him
over and tick off items on my clipboard.
"I'm feeling better now thank you." He said after a few minutes
and looking, indeed much better.
"Well I can't find anything to worry about. Maybe it would be a
good idea if you check with you doctor soon."
A few minutes later I escorted the senator out of the back door
into the care of his security guard.
Once they were out of sight I calmly sat in the drivers seat and
quietly drove away.
Doreen sat as tense as a piano string until we were well out of
the way of the school. Then could not keep herself contained any
longer.
"What the heck was all that about? Just what are you up to?" She
burst out at last.
"Well It's a long story but I have just reminded our wayward
Senator there, firstly that you still exist, and secondly that he
still owes you from a few years back. He will soon pay back his
debt to you and I think you will find it suffices for you to
forgive me for neglecting you dear sister."
"That brother, was no explanation at all." She said sternly.
I did not respond.
"Are you going to tell me what is going on?"
"Not right now. I think you may find you have a visit fairly
soon. You should handle it as YOU see fit. In a few weeks I will
get back in touch and see how you are, maybe take you out for
dinner, and maybe answer a few of those questions, but I think it
best if you handle the next few weeks on your own terms."
"Jack!" She almost screamed. "That is more annoying than ever.
Why all the mystery? What are you up to?"
"Silence." I held a finger to my lips. "Don't, please, force me
to lie to you of all people. Just wait and it will all work out.
I told you today would be easy. Everything is going to a plan.
Let it be. Enjoy it. Then when things are working their way
through I will be more in a  position to talk."
Doreen sat arms folded across her chest, obviously very unhappy.

We sat in silence for most of the hour or so it took to drive
back to her house.
Eventually Doreen asked. "Are you OK these days? What job are you
doing?"
"Yes I am fine." I smiled brightly remembering some of the last
few months. "Better than in many years I would say."
"So? Got yourself a subby then?"
"Indeed. Indeed. Just about perfect. It would be hard to be
happier."
"Wow. We must meet." She started to relax.
"Yes you will meet her. Some time soon. Maybe after that dinner I
promised you, will be about right." I loved playing the
mysterious part. But really it was for the best.
I dropped Doreen off and handed her a package. "You might want
this." I said then I repeated my promise to be in touch.
I used the drive back to the lab to do some more thinking and
planning. The day was passing quickly.
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True to my word, two weeks later I turned up at Doreen's house
again.
In truth, part of the reason for the journey was to visit a
custom furniture maker, that I had known from years ago and had
recently contacted to build something special for me. I collected
the furniture, chatted to my old friend about good times past and
what he was doing with the present. I was pleased for him that
his business seemed to be doing fairly well. I thought we might
do some more business together soon.
Before it got too late I left, found a diner to grab myself a
quick and barely palatable meal. Then on to Doreen's.
She looked at me strangely before opening the door to let me in.
The heels on Doreen's shoes were taller than those she had worn
when last we met. She wore plain tight, black trousers and a
tight black semi see-through lacy blouse. She looked taller and
more imposing.
"Ok!" She said. "Your time is up." She looked at me through
narrowed eyes. "Now sit down and do some talking."
I smiled back all innocently.
"I will, I will. But first I want you to tell me what you have
been doing these last two weeks that might be unusual.
"Unusual. What the hell did you do? Do you know what he did? Is
that what you planned?"
"Why yes thanks I would love a drink. Actually a Whiskey or Rye
would be better than coffee. Thanks for the offer." I said rather
pointedly.
"Ok. I should mind my manners. Sorry." She looked for a moment
slightly  chagrined, excused herself while she poured us both a
good measure of Jack Daniels.
She handed me a fine crystal glass. I sipped. Hummed my approval.
She sat and sipped. We stared at each other.
"So your life changed much since we met?"
"I still don't get..."
"Answer me and I will answer you. So tell me." I interrupted.
"Ok. Ok. But by god you really owe me. And I'm not forgetting
that meal."
"Sure."
"The Friday evening after you came here and we saw darling
Senator John bloody Reynard, You know what he did? He turned up
on MY doorstep. I was gob smacked. I mean we hadn't spoken in
five years. He turned up and asked, catch this, he asked MEEKLY
if he could come in and talk to me. Alone. No goons. No PR guys.
Him and me. I was so surprised I let him in. Every time I have
seen his pathetic, smarmy, little face on the news I have wanted
to slap him. Every damn time for the last five years I have
wanted to. And I just let him in." She looked at me and seemed to
calm down a little, now that her story was in flow.
"He said he would understand if I were to throw him out, but he
realised that he had not been very good to me. Well I sat there
opened mouthed like a nervous school-kid."
"I wish I could have seen that." I joked
"Shut up." She snapped. Her reply was not serious, but was part
of the banter we often used. We were both pretty strong
characters and knew what we wanted. I had not often seen her
silent.
"He asked if he could make it up to me somehow. Well by then my
mind was in overdrive. He sat meekly, hands in his lap and Mr
bloody high all bloody mighty Senator asked me meekly. I thought
the world must be about to end. He mumbled on for a while as if
going though some sort of Catholic confession. He confessed how
badly he had used me, and my money, and lost me some friends too.
Then he went on about some of the other crap he has done to other
people since. By then I started to recover and your words came
back about `Following my instincts' and `Being myself' so I did
not sit down and I DID NOT. " she emphasized, "take it meekly. I
walked up to him and stared down at him. I raised my hand as if
to slap him and I could see him tense his face as if to take it,
but he did not move to defend himself. That gave me pause."
`Do you think saying sorry is enough?' I asked him.
`No I guess not.' he said. `I kinda had this feeling you would
want something more.'
Well I asked him what he meant by that and he said, oh something
like
`I ain't exactly bin sleepin well lately and I bin thinkin...
well it's kinda hard to xplain. But you know? You are the only
gal I could say this ta. I think I need to redeem ma sins. And
the only way I kin think of doin' that is like, if you kinda...
Well ya know, punish me. It would help me sleep an all and it may
help ya ta forgive me. I hurtcha I know ah did.'
Well he was rambling by then. And that just made me even more
mad. I put my hands and my hips and glared down at him. And you
know what I did? I said `The only way I will ever forgive you
sorry little ass is with a damn good caning you lieing bastard.'
As soon as I had said it I almost regretted it.
No! That's not true. I was glad I had said it at last. It was
better out than in. But I thought it was something I would never
get to say. Not to his face for sure.
Well you know what? He looked down at his feet and said. `Well I
guess you better just do that then Dora.'
Dora! Nobody has called me that in years except him.
I nearly died.
I grabbed a cane from behind the dresser, quickly, before I lost
my nerve. And Yes! I still keep some there, though they don't get
used nearly as often as I would like. But there was a good whippy
one there just waiting, and I grabbed it and swung it through the
air in front of him. He stood and I braced myself for something.
Anything, but he meekly turned and said. `How `bout it miss
Dora.'
I still wasn't sure I wasn't dreaming. So I thought I may as well
follow through. If I was being taped, he had led me on, so it was
not as if I was demanding anything. It was only then I remembered
the Dictaphone you gave me. A bit late by then. But I turned it
on after that anyway.
I let him bend and touch his toes. Well, not his toes exactly,
but his shins I suppose. And I stood back and let him have it. A
dozen good hard whacks of my best. Five years of anger and
frustration curled up and let loose. Well when I put the cane
down I certainly felt better.
It took the bastard a few minutes to stand. He smiled and blow
me! But he thanked me. `Thank you miss Dora. That was mighty good
of ya to do that fow me.'
By then I really did wonder what was going on. Soon after that he
left and I sat down and started shaking. The enormity of what I
had done hit me and I burst out crying. I shook. I nearly became
a gibbering heap. I nearly lost my cool. I shouldn't have been
like that.
The next day I twitched at every car that went past. I dreaded
going out of the house. I kept looking over my shoulder on the
way to the office. I just arrived home when a car drew up. I
almost didn't answer the door, but then this delivery chap turned
up with a most enormous bunch of flowers. The card simply said.
`Thanks. JR. Until next time.'"
I looked around the room at the flowers.
"As you can see I don't have enough vases for them all. Well
after that I felt better and when a client called to ask if I
would see him, I was quite glad to do so. I think I gave him the
best time I had been able to do for a long time."
"So you still do it professionally?" I asked casually.
"Not so much. A couple of years ago I lost my enthusiasm. I just
couldn't get into it properly. I kept a couple of favourites on.
Guys who were no trouble, who paid well and who I thought I could
do something for, but nothing else. My heart wasn't in it. But
then after giving that caning I felt my confidence return. I gave
my client a good time. He complimented me. I almost feel as If I
could get back into it again."
"Good. I am pleased for you. What about your love life?"
"Not much happening there either. My battery powered boyfriend
gets the occasional work out. I am very busy at work. I just
don't seem to get out much. I have two junior designers working
for me in the office. I am making money, though I have only
recently got my head above water after the collapse, so I guess
it doesn't show round here." She swept her hand round the room,
which was clean and tidy, but lacked some of the finishing
touches, the finesse, I would have expected of her.
"So that is what has happened to me. Now it is your turn."
I smiled and pondered for a while.
"Do you remember those cartoons we watched as kids where a duck
would hatch and the first thing it saw became it's momma. It was
usually a cat, for the comic effect of the cartoon?"
"Yes I remember. Quit trying to side track me." She looked at me
crossly.
"Please follow me for a while."
"But That is what I've been doing. `Trust me' you say and leave
me bewildered. `Your story first.' Now bloody tell me what is
going on."
I just smiled and carried on.
"Those cartoons make a joke of a serious point. A phenomenon
called imprinting. It does happen a bit like that. It seems to
happen in most of the higher mammals. Like the stories of Tarzan,
Mowgli etc. There are similar ones throughout the biological
observation textbooks.
Well there is a similar process extant in humans during their
first sexual experience. There is a process of fixation.
Evolutionary biologists argue, that it developed to help with
pair bonding. To unite a couple of early humans, so that they
would join forces and breed and raise young, as human young are
particularly vulnerable. Whatever the origins, the process is
certainly true. It is when this process gets slightly distorted
that fetishes occur.
The Human body and brain have all sorts of systems that are very
fragile and often teeter on the brink of going wrong. Like the
immune system. Great when it works well, but a pain to millions,
whose systems have a flaw and make them react to wrong things
like pollen or peanuts and all that.
So the sexual imprinting process may have evolved to bond a pair.
It often seems to allow imprinting on non persons. Things. Like
fur, leather, latex. The list of things is actually huge.
You may not know, that memories stored in the brain are primarily
an emotional image. We first remember the emotion of an occasion,
then the brain goes to retrieve the smell, taste, sound and sight
of it.
You have probably heard someone talk about a smell being
`evocative'. They are saying it evokes a strong memory.
During the early sexual experiences strong emotions can occur and
strong memories may form. We then seek to repeat the pleasure of
the experience. This may mean the same person, but it may mean
similar circumstances. Do you remember that English Actor who
played the gay Pirate in a series of well known films. He
admitted to being fixated on Angora jumpers as worn by his first
girlfriend, and often wore women's Angora jumpers because of his
early experiences. Most fetishes can be traced to something like
that. The more we repeat the action with the same thing, the
deeper the memory and association can become.
Sex therapists work from that premise. They try to introduce some
other item or person that may be less destructive or intrusive.
And they try to get the poor dysfunctional person-patient, to
gradually associate sex, pleasure, happy times with something
other than the former source of their fetish. They have a lot of
success."
As soon as I paused Doreen dived in.
"And you still haven't told me what the b..."
I held my hand up to stop her.
"Listen! I am just giving you a bit of background. Listen."
I continued.
"So a friend of mine has a technique to hurry the process along a
bit.
Your wayward, former boyfriend, the honourable Senator will
probably find himself a bit less attracted to teenage boys and a
bit more attracted to, well, You."
Doreen's mouth dropped open.
"Jesus H rope-climbing Christ! You really did that?"
"Yup."
"So was that why you needed me all unwashed and sweaty?"
"Yes. It helps with the replacement imprinting. Several sensory
inputs help to reinforce the memory.
The process may be only temporary. If you then refused to see him
or something else happened, it could fade. But with the right
encouragement and some reinforcement, I should think things
should progress quite satisfactorily for everyone. You. Him. Lots
of teenage boys. And then me."
Doreen stared at me. Lost for words. How I enjoyed the moment. I
swirled the last of my liquor round the glass and tossed it down
my throat.
"Needless to say, nobody knows about this. You will forget it and
just enjoy it."
"Sure. Can you do it some more?"
I remained non-committal.
"Did you do it to you current lady-friend?"
"On that I can promise. Hand on heart. No! I did not in any way
influence her of reprogram her at all. No."
Ok! So I am certain Mikey did, but I did not. It was an important
point. To me at any rate.
Doreen's eyes narrowed for a moment.
"So how do you explain Johns delight at being caned?" She asked
tilting her head in suspicion.
"Well... " I hesitated for a moment. "Ok so I helped to change
his imprint to be a bit more than just attracted to you. He might
get off on caning. I thought you would like that."
"Oh I do. I most definitely do." She brightened and tossed the
remainder of her drink down then stood up to refill both our
glasses.
"So! Any suggestions on how best to use this to my advantage?"
She said handing me back my glass.
"John will currently associate intense pleasure with you and, as
a side effect, with caning. It is a catharsis, a release, to him.
You need to keep up the process of association. This can be
pleasure, comfort, strong emotion. Any one or a mixture of these.
The more of them and the more often you do this, the deeper his
memories will become." I sipped my drink as I pondered for a
moment.
"Let him leave you remembering the pleasure, but wanting more. He
will be back."
"How you do that?" I shrugged. "You are surely a better judge of
that than me. You already have clients who come back to you over
and over."
"Yes I do. But, you know..." Doreen looked pensive for a moment
and stared at the glass in her hand. "I do have a customer, not
here, one of my design business customers, that I could do with
adjusting. Could you do that for me?"
"As I have already said, you have already forgotten that I have
done anything."
"Hmpf!"
"Tell me about your home clients." I asked, to distract her.
"As I said. I sort of lost interest. I just couldn't put my heart
into it. I have been very busy with design, which fortunately is
booming. It has enabled me to get some money back, and I guess a
measure of my own self-respect."
"So why have you kept some of your clients on?"
"Only two. Both have been with me a long time. Ben does house
work and Monty does gardens. I don't take money. And I don't pay
them. I do accept their gifts."
"So what do they do?"
"I don't allow men to be dressed in my house. So they are both
required to be naked before they ring the door bell. It's not
much, but there is the possibility of being seen from the road. I
am pretty sheltered, but the front path is partly visible.
When I let either of them in, I then give them a few minutes of
verbal abuse and humiliation. That is why I have canes and crops
behind the dresser in the hallway there." She pointed to an old
fashioned, dark wood dresser with a mirrored back and various
nick-nacks on it.
"I am not very rough on the guys. A bit a slapping a few canings
or bit of cropping. Then I put them in restriction harnesses with
collars and leads and tow them around to do the chores. As I said
Ben likes to do the house work so sometimes I put him in a
frilly, short `French-Maid' outfit. Then give him jobs to do. I
flick his arse with the crop or cane if he looks like slowing
down. And only if he looks like arguing or getting lazy do I have
to whip his little dicky. With Monty I give him a butt plug with
a tail as well as the harness, then tie him to something in the
garden. He mows the lawns, does digging, hedge trimming. He lives
in his own little world. I don't watch him much, but I do like to
surprise him. Kind of creep up on him and scare him. I think he
actually enjoys just pottering in the garden. He never complains.
If either of them need a drink they get it from a dog bowl on the
floor while I cane their sorry little butts. Then they tell me
what they have done. Monty also tells me of outstanding jobs in
the garden, so that I can tell him what to do the following week,
or whenever he next turns up. Though actually he is pretty
regular.
I give them a bit more abuse and caning and they go. I guess they
get dressed in the front garden. I make a point of not knowing. I
don't care. Just so long as they obey the rules."
"So you still have some of the old talent there then?"
"A bit I guess. But not like the old house with a fully fitted
dungeon in the basement and a string of customers." She sighed at
the recollection.
"Well now that you've got your self respect back, and a devoted
Senator to play with, you can have some practice. Maybe the old
magic is still there."
After that we made small talk. When I had finished my drink, I
stood  up to leave. Doreen made me promise a date for a meal and
I also had to promise to bring Helen with me. I promised.
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It took well over a hour to get back to Helens. Driving in the
rain. And I had lots more time to think. I unloaded the item I
had collected and fitted it in the corner of the main room.
I slept for a while, but made sure I was up and ready for when
Helen came in from her night shift. By the time she came through
the door I was dressed and ready. She looked really tired from
her work, but I knew I had to follow the plan.
Once Helen had stripped slowly and put her things in a pile, she
stood by the door waiting for me. She had not seen the new
feature. A sturdy black, wooden "X" cross, that stood almost from
floor to ceiling. It was fixed to a wooden platform. At various
places all along the back of the "X" were ring bolts.
I led her over to it. She looked at it for a moment as if to
understand its purpose. When I motioned for her to stand on the
platform, she nodded in understanding. I cuffed her ankles and
locked her legs wide apart to the bottom of the cross. I put
cuffs on her wrists then pulled them above her head and attached
the cuffs to the eye bolts near the top of the "X" so that Helens
body was spread eagled in an upright position. Spread and
vulnerable.
I stood close behind her and caressed her body all over and
kissed her a lot in all the sensitive places. Then I stood back
and began to hit her with a small flogger. I started with a
gentle flogging all over, across her shoulders, down her back,
across her arse and down the backs of her legs. When doing the
shoulders I made sure some of the tails of the flogger wrapped
round and struck her breasts. When doing her lower back I was
much more focused to ensure nothing struck too near the kidneys.
Across the buttocks I could again let the tails wrap round her
hips. After fifteen minutes Helens body had a deep red glow. I
was working up a sweat as well. I changed position and began the
hard strokes and varied from striking down, rotating my wrists to
strike up and flinging out so that the tails struck side ways.
After I had covered most of her body I stopped and caressed Helen
again. She was shaking to my touch and I pressed myself against
her and kissed her cheek.
"You doing OK?" I asked softly. She did not say anything but
simply nodded.
I continued, this time with even heavier flogging, concentrating
mostly on her buttocks and thighs. It took another fifteen
minutes before she suddenly stiffened and then sagged. I just
spotted the signs in time and caught her weight as she collapsed.
I held her in my arms as I undid the cuffs from the bolts then
let her sink softly to the floor  so that I could release her
ankles. I carried her over to her bed and let her curl into a
foetal position.
After about another fifteen minutes she started to come around.
As she relaxed I spread her out again and locked the cuffs to the
bed posts.
I then crawled between her legs and started licking at her
beautiful sensitive lips. She had a very pretty pussy even more
so now that it was bare, and I loved the taste of her nectar.
Helen was already wet and it didn't take long before she was
beginning to moan. It was then that I brought out her favourite
toy, the magic-wand, and held it against her sensitive little
button for as long as I could. She bucked and writhed and fought
and even through the gasps and grunting she pleaded with me to
stop. Her hips rose and fell several times as she fought the
sensations. When she was shaking all over I eventually let it
drop away. I lapped gently at her flow of liquid as I let her
calm down, then I kissed her and whispered, "Sleep well." But she
was already out, as I left the room.
I slept for a few hours, then called Eddie.

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I positioned the Ambulance on the pad behind the hall, grabbed
some bits from a Bag I had prepared and walked confidently into
the packed throng inside. The ladies mission was in full flood
and the building was probably beyond the limit for the fire regs
by then. A notice at the front suggested that the money raised
had reached $50,000. There were pretentious middle class
do-gooders everywhere, all rather overdressed for a late Saturday
afternoon.
Perfect.
I managed to Identify my target after about half an hour, which
was just as well as I was almost on the verge of giving up. I
hated the whole atmosphere, the over jolly-ness of it.
She was wearing a dress more suited to a night at the Oscars. Too
many sequins and jewels, but I noticed with joy a deep plunging
back. Good.
I managed to sidle past Georgina in a particularly crowded
section of the hall and jabbed the pneumatic injector to the
lowest part of her exposed back. If she turned to see who or what
had hit her, I missed it as I was already away in the crowd by
then. I hid the injector, found a quiet corner and slipped my
outer clothes off to reveal the medics jump suit underneath. I
hung around near the door trying to look bored.
Five minutes later there was a commotion in the middle of the
hall and someone catching sight of me beckoned me over. I was
dragged towards the limp form of Georgina, her head in some kind
persons lap, and several others holding her hands, and a sea of
faces staring down.
I put on my best authoritative voice.
"Clear way. Move back. Give her some air. Give me space." As I
knelt beside her and felt her neck, her pulse, lifted an eyelid
and looked into her eyes.
I love the way that, in a crisis, nobody checks for credentials.
They move like sheep to anybody who sounds even vaguely like they
know what they are doing. They just let someone else take charge.
I looked like I knew what I was doing. After a while I suggested
to two of the biggest guys nearby, that they help me lift the
limp body outside to a waiting ambulance. I returned a moment
later with a stretcher, and the two men, who could pass as
bouncers, duly helped.
In the ambulance I carried on looking busy and thanked the guys
in an off hand way that suggested that they were no longer
needed. They didn't look in any hurry to go.
Maybe they hated the fund-raising as much as I did and were
looking for an excuse not to go back, where their wives were
probably talking them into some further party or other.
I had to get more stern with them before they left.
I had to work quickly by then to strap Georgina into the chair
and set step two into process.
I slipped into the drivers seat and drove as fast as I could to a
leafy sub-urban avenue about five miles away. Time was ticking.
I drew up to a lavish home I had checked out earlier and drove
the van as close to the back door as I could. I rang the door
bell then dived back into the van just as Georgina was coming
round. I lifted her up and just made it to the door as it opened.
I brushed past the wide eyed, man who opened the door and had
Georgina on the lounger in the next room before he did a double
take and caught himself.
"Who the hell are you and what have you done to my sister?" He
demanded sounding angry.
"She collapsed at a fund-raising and asked me to bring her here.
You tell me bub. I was set on taking her to hospital. Damned if I
don't get my arse kicked for this but the lady here insisted." I
lied.
As he bent over her to look closer I jabbed him with the second
pneumatic that I had prepared. This one was very fast acting, but
I still followed it with a more traditional cloth of ether over
the face and did the same to the dozy Georgina as well.
I dragged the bulky, limp body of Roger out to the ambulance,
returned to strip some of the clothes off the sleeping body of
Georgina and ran back to the van to put the clothes over Rogers
face, next to a picture of his sister. This one was going to be
very shady.
He went through the usual cycle, slower than I would have
expected but twenty minutes later started to stir. I dragged him
back to the same lounger I had put Georgina on, removing as much
of his clothing as I could in the process, then finished
undressing the lady.
Not that pretty a sight to my mind. Too many lavish dinners, not
enough exercise and way too much cosmetics. Still that did not
matter right now. They both started to come round, mostly naked
and in each others arms as I gave them both the phase three
injections. I was in the van and driving as fast as I dared away
to the lab by then.
A few streets away I found a street side phone booth and stopped
long enough to ring Eddie.
"Hey there bud, you better check out this address quick." I
drawled, hoping that my drawl and panting would disguise my
voice.
I read out Rogers address and put the phone down before he could
talk back.
Mission accomplished.
A couple of hours later I was back at the lab, washed, changed
out of the disguise, had a coffee and caught my breath.
I hoped this one would have the positive effect that I had
planned, but on the other hand, it was a long shot and didn't
really matter. It was more by way of an experiment for me. Mike
had been uncertain about it but had still advised me on the
quantities and proportions of hormones to use in the three
phases.
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"Ya promised me some more tails if I did a good for yaw wid da
senta." Eddie drawled at me. He was slumped in his battered chair
swigging Jack Daniels straight from the bottle at three in the
afternoon.
"I did and you did do a good job. So that is indeed why I am
here."
"Hey ya knowd I tol' you about that bitch of a ex wife o' mine?"
"You did mention something, though I was not really listening to
be honest." I lied cautiously.
"The next job should..." I didn't finish the sentence.
"Well Ahh got this call yesterdee. Outoda blooo. `Check out dis
address.' I din reknize it a' furst. Go'ther and guess whart?"
"Hmm. No. Give up. Now how about..." I tried moving on to another
subject.
"I gess there and isa house of that no good scum ofa lieing
lawya, my es-bruthrnlaw. I sees the ba'doors open. I hears souns.
I check it out. An ya knows whart. Is that barstd bangun my
es-wife."
He was in full flow now and almost oblivious to my presence.
"Strait I'm telln ya. Is tru. The bastard wuz bangun his own
goddam sista. No wunda he din like me. No wunda he tok evry
forkin thing I had to get hur back, He wuz bangin her all along.
Bast'd."
He took another swig from the bottle then waved it towards me.
"Bu' guess wa? I gots picchuz of the two o' dem and by chrize ahm
gonna get that monee back." His eyes took on a far away look.
"By chrize ahm gonna get that monee back." He repeated.
I had come to get some more work done, but it was clear that
Eddie was far too drunk to really hear me and remember anything I
said. I got up to leave.
"Howz that barst'd of a sent'r anyway. You di'nt kill him?"
"No he is fine. Thank you. My friend managed to renew contact
with him and he is happier for the meeting. No harm done." I
smiled to myself.
"Pity. Hate the barst'd." He took another swig. "Hate poltishns.
Hate lawys. Hate the barsters. Alwus bloody meddln."
He was morose now.
I left quickly before he launched into another tale, with a
comment that I would be back soon.
Oh well no rush. Maybe I needed to get him hitched with a good
woman.
But I did not know of anyone that I could think of, that deserved
the good Eddie O'Hanlon.
On the other hand he deserved the services of my sister, but she
was too far away. It was then that a thought nagged at me. It was
just on the edge of my conscious thinking, but just out of reach.
I knew it was there. What was it?
Maybe I needed some brain lubricant some time soon. It had been a
while since I had let myself have much to drink, as I dared not
touch alcohol when doing any training with Helen. Alcohol
distorted the sense of restraint and caution. It would be too
dangerous to let it influence me. We needed a quiet romantic
evening sometime, with candles, wine and a good meal. I needed
some time and money.
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The next thing I wanted to achieve eluded me. I knew what I
wanted. I knew what needed to be done. I just could not find the
right lever. I considered my options. The best way was with a
partner. I had to get Helen to co-operate. So far I had not let
her know too much about the van and the techniques I was using. I
did not really want her questioning it. I also sensed that she
had quite a high moral standard, and did not know how she would
react. In terms of the plan it was the best way but still I
hesitated.

It was three months now since I had first got the card from Mike.
Three months that I had been seeing and training Helen. She was
absolutely devoted. She used all her energy to please me. She
still worked. She loved nursing and I was happy to let her
continue, as we had little income other than what Mike was paying
me to finish the tests of his kit and Helens nursing. But there
was no doubt that she loved me without reservation.  I loved it.
And her. Though perhaps not quite so unreservedly. She lived to
be whipped, flogged, spanked and anything else I chose to do. She
loved it. She served me food. She served me domestically. She
served me sexually. Anywhere, anyhow, any-when. I could not ask
for more. And yet...

I continued spending as much time as I could with Mike. His
condition continued getting worse and he got weaker. We both knew
he did not have long to go. There was not much left now that he
felt I needed to learn.
We had studied the results of the tests I had done and felt they
confirmed everything Mike said they would.
Mike tried to persuade me to trust Helen. Still I hesitated.
I tried to persuade him to talk to his sister. He hesitated. It
became a constant source of good natured argument between us.

I planned the candle-lit dinner for the next week on a Friday.
That let me do most of the work while Helen slept after a
Thursday night shift at the Van der Megans.
I had to buy the candles and the wine as Helen had nothing in the
house. And I had another use for any candles left over.
I watched Helen sleeping from my hand-held computer in the
kitchen so that I was ready when she started to wake and gave her
the usual fun with the magic wand. Something I did a lot after
her night shifts. Nothing quite like starting the day with a few
good orgasms.
After she had come five or six times, I released her and we
showered together. Helen seemed to like this as I could finger
her juicy pussy and she could give me great oral sex in the
shower stall.
We towelled each other dry, another thing that we both enjoyed.
There is nothing quite like having someone who loves you
towelling your back for you. When I was dry Helen managed to get
me stiff again and took me in her mouth. Maybe she was hungry
after a long day. The second time lasted longer and I felt weak
at the knees when I eventually ejaculated into her mouth. She was
certainly getting better at this.
Once clean and dry I selected the clothes that we would wear. I
chose a formal shirt and tie and dark trousers for me, and a
corset with stockings under a shear black blouse and a deeply
split skirt for Helen. It was almost enough to be able to wear to
a dinner party. But also very sexy. Helens waist was still
shrinking under the almost constant restraint of the corsets. She
looked fabulous.
I let her lay the table as I finished cooking, lit the candles,
put on some soft music and generally set the scene.
We talked, ate, laughed together, and had a great evening. We
drank wine, kissed, hummed to some of the tunes and giggled
together. It was while I was telling Helen some of the plan for
the next move that a niggling little thought entered my head. I
stopped mid sentence, as I realised that it was the thought that
had escaped me when I had left Eddies last week. I smiled and
made a note to remember it this time, then carried on.
Helen seemed quite happy with my plan. She thought it was a
sensible thing to do and suggested a way to proceed that had
eluded me. I still didn't tell her the whole story, just enough
to let her understand and get her help.
So we agreed that the next time she worked night shift for Mrs
Van der Megan that Helen would start the process and let me know
how it went, then we could start thinking about the
implementation.
We cleared the meal away and sat and cuddled. For the first time
in quite a while we simply cuddled and just talked. It was quite
late when we stripped and went to bed. We made love and I let
Helen sleep completely unrestrained.
The next day we showered and dried together and after Helen had
sucked me to ejaculation, I inserted the larger of the butt and
vagina plugs, put her in a tight corset and locked on the crotch
strap.
We pottered around the house for a while, preparing a light
picnic.
Once the sun had risen enough to warm the world I gave Helen a
see through light summer dress and trainers and we ventured
forth. She was still somewhat uncomfortable about being so openly
on show, but was coming round to the idea. Her moral sense felt
ashamed. Her body felt excited. I would have to keep up the
training.
We had driven with her partially naked several times now and
apart from a few stares nothing had happened.
Once in the car I told Helen to remove the dress and stored it in
the top of the backpack.
I drove some miles up into the hills, found a National Parks rest
stop and parked. There were a few other cars and trucks around,
but only a few people and I had parked a bit away.
I grabbed the pack, locked the car and, pulling Helen by the hand
we headed for the trail.
We walked for nearly an hour through the mixed woodland, up into
the hills. Despite the latitude and altitude most of the forest
was of mixed deciduous trees, big spreading white oak, and elm
with only small areas of pines. The air was crisp and clear. The
day was warm, but not hot. The walking was easy going on
reasonable trails, yet we hardly saw anyone.
When the woodland opened out I started looking around until I
found a small clearing away from the main trail. We sat for a
while enjoying the sun and nibbling snacks from the pack.
After we had both had a drink, I pulled a rope from the pack,
threw it over a thick overhanging branch about three meters up
and called Helen over. I tied one end of the rope to her wrists
and pulled the other until she was just starting to stand on tip
toe. I tied the rope off on another branch.
I dug around the pack until I found a blindfold and put it on
Helen.
I had spotted several broom bushes on the way, so left the
clearing to gather a handful of fresh broom branches. I used some
willow bark to strap them together and fashion a handle. It
swished nicely.
I approached Helen quietly, held out the broom and whacked her
across the arse harshly. She jumped and gasped.
I stood back and watched the red lines appear across Helens milky
white globes.
I let her spin on the rope for a while and struck her again, this
time across the front of her thighs. I continued this for a time,
letting Helen spin, while I quietly moved around her and struck
her at random, until most of her exposed flesh was covered in
bright red stripes.
I poured some of our drinking water into my hand and flicked it
at Helen, delighting in the way she twitched as the cold water
touched her burning flesh.
I loosened the rope and led the blindfolded Helen over to a large
fallen tree where I pulled her, wrapped the rope over and under
so that Helen was bent over the log. I loosened the crotch strap
of her corset, removed the dildo and entered her, my rough jeans
pressing against the tender flesh of her inflamed rear. She was
burning. Her pussy was hot and wet and her muscles clenched
against my invading cock. I could feel the butt plug pressing up
against me through the thin flesh inside her. It certainly added
some interesting sensations for me, and I hoped for Helen as
well. With the walking, fresh air and the exercise of whipping
Helen I had a feeling that I would not last long, but by doing
deep breathing I lasted a reasonable time, at least I had Helen
squirming and writhing beneath me. I find, the longer sex play
is, the better the final result.
After I had cum inside her, I just stood for a while caressing
Helen's hot round cheeks. They were delightful. My treasure and
joy.
When I began to shrink, I withdrew, slipped the dildo back into
her, turned it on, and locked Helens crotch strap back in place.
I released her from the rope and blindfold. I offered her a drink
and something to eat, while I put the things back in the pack,
and reminded her that she was not allowed to orgasm without
permission.
After a final bite of lunch, we headed back to the trail.
On the way down Helen had to stop several times, her knees going
weak as she fought off the urge to come from the dildo buzzing
away inside her. I chuckled and swished the broom-switch
threateningly. She struggled on.
We were a fair way back when I saw a couple of walkers
approaching, I considered for a moment dodging off the path, but
decided to continue and see if I could take advantage of the
situation. I was slightly ahead as they approached and I could
sense Helen trying to hide behind me. I kept in the path as the
couple got closer. They were in their early twenties and holding
hands. They smiled and nodded in greeting as they came within a
few yards. I smiled, held my hand up and said a cheerful "Hi" and
stepped to the side so that Helen was suddenly revealed in all
her corseted, red whipped finery. She blushed deeply from her
head down, the blush merging with the red of her earlier
whipping.
"Say hello slave." I commanded.
Helen managed to croak a weak "Hi." but kept her eyes down.
"Great day for a good, hard, fresh-air, fuck don't you think?" I
said cheerfully, leaving no doubt of what we had just been up to
and what I was reasonably sure this couple were intending.

They both gulped and looked embarrassed, but he at least managed
a tiny nod.
Neither of them took their eyes off Helen for a moment and looked
intrigued as her body started shaking at what I supposed, was the
approach of another orgasm.
"Don't worry about her." I said casually, pointing at Helen with
the switch. "She has a dildo inside and it's buzzing away, but
she is not allowed to cum until we get home. I doubt she will
make it, myself. But It will give me a good excuse to spank her
if she does. What do you think? Will she manage to get back?" I
made it sound like I was asking the time of day, all casual and
as if it was normal.
The couple both gulped. The tent in the boys trousers indicated
what he was thinking. But the girl with him had dilated eyes and
was visibly redder. She gripped his hand harder.
The girl found her voice. "Does she mind?" she asked me in a
whisper, but without taking her eyes off Helen.
"You don't mind do you slave?" I asked.
Helen shook her head but could not speak, as the humiliation
deepened her arousal and nearly pushed her over the edge.
It would not take much more.
"Do you whip her often?" The boy asked recovering some of his
composure.
"Oh yes. Almost everyday, in some way. She loves it. She is a
right pain slut. Aren't you my lovely little tart?"
That was it. Helen visibly orgasmed in front of the three of us.
A deep groan of pleasure escaped her mouth and she struggled, no
longer able to keep her hands from her crotch, she grasped her
crotch strap and almost collapsed. Streams of her come joined my
own running  down her thighs. The humiliation of cumming so
publicly, added to her arousal, so that she really struggled with
herself just to stay upright. Gods! she looked so beautiful. Her
eyes were squeezed tight shut and her body was convulsing with
her pleasure.
I would bet that the boy was almost ready to make a mess of his
trousers.
"Nice talking to you." I said cheerfully. "Have a good time. Come
along slave we must be going." I grabbed her hand and pulled. It
amused me the way her eyes snapped open and she really struggled
to control her body still in the throes of orgasm.
Helen stumbled after me, her legs not quote going where she
intended. She was panting hard and slipped a lot. We were some
yards away, when the boy tugged at the girl and they both stopped
staring after us and took off the way we had just come. They kept
looking over their shoulders for a while until we were out of
sight.
Helen got herself straighter and hurried after me.
I slowed down as we approached the car park and kept myself ahead
of Helen to survey the scene. It was mostly clear, and though a
few folks looked up as we got into the car nobody was close
enough to see any detail.
The bumpy track out to the road presented a bit of a challenge to
Helen, but she held onto herself, and soon we were onto the
highway and speeding for home. I could see her visibly relax a
little.
"I think I should thank you sir." she said quietly.
"What for my little slut?" I replied patting her naked thigh.
"That was sooooo embarrassing I nearly died, but... but...  Wow!
I just came so hard. I never could have imagined I could... No!
That anyone could, do something like that. You really are
wicked."
"You OK now?" I asked gently.
"Yes. Yes. I can hold it now."
"You are an exhibitionist, my lovely little slut. You secretly
love flashing your beautiful body. I like it too. I love showing
off your lovely,sexy body. You are too good to keep covered.
You also like people to know, how much you put up for me. You
love your subservience and want everyone to know it. You feel as
if you shouldn't, because your parents brought you up as a good
little, middle class, girl. But inside you love it. It affirms to
you how much you love me, and how much you love your position as
my slave. Is that not true?"
"Yes. Yes it is Sir. You know me too well sir." She looked down.

"We shall find other ways to do so. But only where I am sure it
is safe."
"How did you know it was safe then?" She looked up at me.
"I didn't KNOW. I was reasonably sure as they approached that
they were out here for sex or at least kissing, and petting.
Maybe he had the former in mind and she the latter, but their
posture and the way they touched each other suggested it. I did
not know how they would react to you. That was all done on the
spot. I played it as I saw it. That is part of the fun."
"Are you really going to punish me?"
"Oh yes. That is part of the deal. However the punishment should
fit the crime somehow. Hmm." I thought for a few minutes.
"I will defer the punishment for a few days. I think the
punishment I have in mind will have to be done back in the woods
next time we are out there. And we could both do with the
exercise and fresh air. Yes in a few days."
"And how are you going to punish me?" Helen asked.
"Well I can hardly give you a spanking now can I? You might enjoy
that."
Helen sniggered at that remark and blushed slightly.
"I was hoping." She admitted.
"No I am not going to tell you. You shall just have to wait. The
anticipation will be good."
"I'll be good." She said and leant over to kiss me

The next few days were pretty uneventful. Helen had a couple of
shifts at a local hospital. I saw Mike and we discussed Helens
suggestions for the Van der Megan operation. I told him in detail
how Helen was progressing and how much fun I was having. He
smiled. Whilst he did not share my tastes, he did at least
understand them, and was pleased for me.

The next time we were both free I planned for another day in the
hills.
We showered together, I lubed Helen up and put in the butt plug &
dildo, did her corset & strapped them in. On this occasion I
turned the vibrator on slow. I also used a special leather tube
called and arm binder, that restrained Helens arms, one hand to
the other elbow behind her and tightened the buckles.
I put a thick leather collar round her neck with a long dog lead
attached and led her around as I finished dressing. Restrained as
she was Helen was unable to help, so I prepared breakfast and had
to feed both Helen and myself. I made sure she had plenty to eat
and had drunk several glasses of orange juice ready for the day
ahead.
I packed a backpack with food and drink as well as lots of rope,
toys and plenty of spare batteries.
I draped a loose coat over Helens shoulders enough to hide her
state from any distant eyes, but it would not stand close
inspection.
I helped her into the car, buckled her in and removed the coat.
We drove out to the woods and I parked in almost the same place
we had previously. It was quiet. There was hardly anyone around
on this mid- week morning. I unlocked Helen and helped her out of
the car, grabbed my pack and then led Helen by the lead off to
the trail.
I had to hold her steady as she was unable to use her arms for
balance. Several times I stopped and held a bottle to her lips.
Even when she said she was all right, I insisted that she drank,
as it was a warm day.
We had a gentle walk up the hill until I decided to look around
for a clearing. Some way off to the left of the path I came upon
a decent area of short grass with few logs and a stand of trees.
It looked ideal.
I led Helen to a suitable tree and tethered her right ankle to a
tree. I released the leather wrist restraint and let her stretch
her arms for a minute before roping her wrists and throwing the
rope over a high branch. I left it a little loose before tying it
off then returning to do her left ankle. I pulled at her ankle
rope until her legs were spread wide. Then I returned to pull the
arm rope so that she was leaning forward with some of her weight
on her arms.
I then took everything at a slow pace so that by the time I had
given Helen a modest, warm up, flogging it was already lunchtime.

I stopped to get some food and drink from the pack and hand fed
Helen, with frequent stops for a lot of kissing and petting. By
the time I packed the remaining food away, her thighs were slick
with her juices. I knew that Helen was really holding back, since
I had ordered her not to orgasm until we were home that evening.
I was delighting in torturing and teasing her.
"Please sir. I need to pee." She begged.
"Good Idea slut."
I removed her leather crotch strap and withdrew the dildo.
I stood in front of her and opened my trousers then let fly with
my own stream of urine at her feet, or at least between her open
legs.
"But Jack! Sir! I really need to pee." She begged again.
"So do it." I said simply shaking my cock and zipping it back in
place.
"But I can't sir." She whimpered. "Not here."
"There is nowhere else." I said simply as I sat down on a tree
stump behind her.
She shut her eyes and tried to hold it. I knew she would not last
long. I had made sure she had lots to drink all day.
After a time she seemed to relax and let go. Her stream shot out
in an arc onto the dry grass.
I had the vibrator ready and as she was in mid flow turned it on
full and applied it directly to her swollen, hot clit. Her eyes
snapped open and she obviously tried had to hold back, but she
was too far gone.
As Helens stream dribbled to a stop, her body convulsed in
orgasm, unable to pull tight on her `pc' muscle to stop either
the flow of urine or her own climax.
I smiled to myself.
I stood behind her with the vibrator still on full and kissed her
neck and whispered "I own you. All of you. I own your body and
your soul. You are mine. You should not be ashamed of anything
you do. Or that I tell you."
"Yes Sir." Helen whimpered, still shaking from her orgasm.

There was yet one barrier, but that would soon go as well.
Having achieved that particular goal, the rest of the afternoon
seemed a bit of an anti-climax if you will excuse the pun.
I let Helen down from the tree, reapplied the arm-binder,
vibrator and crotch strap. Put in a gag and attached her lead and
blindfolded her so that she was unable to see where we were or
what we were doing. She had to trust me.
I packed the bag and led her back to the waiting car. It was a
slow journey as I had to watch for every step, since Helen could
not.
I did not bother to cover her even at the car park or in the car.
I reluctantly put her coat loosely on her near the apartment, but
kept everything else in place.

Helen was still blindfolded as I turned her round and bent her
over in the bathroom. I removed the butt plug and put it in the
sink with warm water and disinfectant.
Instead of letting her stand though, I inserted the small nozzle
of a hose and lifted the bag on the end, that I had prepared
moments before, so that the bag emptied nearly two full gallons
of warm soapy water into her bowels. Helen jumped at the touch
and tried to clench her bum tight until I instructed her to
relax.
When the bag was empty and she was full, I instructed her to
clench tight and hold it all in until I allowed her to release
it.
After a while she was begging me to let her release as she was
struggling to keep it in.
I could see her stomach cramping and let her sit on the toilet
telling her to  ensure she expelled all the waste. I only allowed
her a few minutes to recover before I cleaned her then told her
to stand and bend over again. I refilled her, this time with
plain warm water enema.
I repeated this a third time until Helen was clean and very
empty.
I then released her from the arm-binder and corset and we took a
shower together. We washed each other as was so often our custom.
Afterwards we dried each other and I put Helen into a new corset
that I pulled even tighter than before. I redid the blindfold and
the arm-binder and led her to the living room. There I bent her
over the chair where she may have thought I was about to whip
her. Instead I put a new vibrating dildo with an attachment that
applied vibrations both inside her vagina but also had an
external vibrator that massaged her clit directly. I stood behind
Helen, applied lubrication to my aching cock and poked it to her
waiting rear entrance. She stiffened as she felt me and realised
what I was about to do. This was why I had been preparing her
with the increasing sized butt plugs.
I told her to relax, which she did to some degree. I pressed
forward even against her resistance. I went slowly, as I did not
want to hurt her, I held onto her hips and increased the
pressure. Suddenly the head of my cock slipped past the tight
ring and I was in. I waited for a while for her to accept me,
then started to slide forward again, until after some minutes I
was fully home.
Once Helen had relaxed I pulled back as far as I could, then slid
slowly forwards. Her tight ring of muscle felt heavenly against
me. I could feel the vibrator through the thin walls of her
bowels. Slowly I increased the speed of my thrusts gradually
building up the rhythm. With this pressure it would not take
long.
Once I had built up a good rhythm I told Helen that at last she
was free to come, and she obviously had been holding back,
because I felt her whole body erupt against the weight of her
orgasm. She had been holding back for ages and suddenly the
crescendo overcame her.
The sight of her whole body rippling and blushing at once was so
exciting that I felt my own ejaculation pouring from me to fill
her belly.
I kept up thrusting as long as I could as well as keeping the
vibrator tight inside her as she came and came and came again.
I eased off the vibrator for a while to let her catch her breath
but kept myself inside her, despite the shrivelling state of my
post orgasmic wilt.
For a while I just caressed Helens gorgeous butt and tweaked her
tits. She was totally relaxed, hanging completely limp on the
chair.
About fifteen minutes later I felt able to start again. A few
gentle thrusts and I felt my penis stiffen. This time it took
much longer and I kept the vibrator on full and hard against
Helens clit the whole time. By the time I came she was writhing
in about her umpteenth orgasm.
This time I could not hold it and within seconds of my own climax
my flaccid dick fell from her body with a plop.
I helped Helen to stand. She wobbled on her feet as though dazed
or drunk.
"Now you art fully mine. As I am yours." I said hugging her
tightly. "There are no more barriers between us."
After a few minutes I undid the arm-binder and the blindfold and
led Helen to the bath room where I gently washed her, cleaned her
up and led her to bed. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow
she was asleep, just whispering "I love you sir," before she
started to snore. Her body exhausted from the physical and
emotional turmoil of the day

I woke to find Helen suckling my morning erection. She was
getting very good with her tongue as I came within a short time
to a satisfying ejaculation in her mouth. She swallowed it all
and cleansed me as I softened. Then lay on my chest and kissed
me.
"I Love you Jack. Sir! You are amazing. Everything you do is so
satisfying I cannot find the words to say it. I cannot believe
some of the things you do to me, yet It keeps getting better.
Yesterday when you gave me the enema, well of course I have had
to give a few enemas in my time. We had to give them to each
other in Nursing school as practice. I hated it. But yesterday I
nearly came as you filled me. Then I felt so empty and somehow so
clean and ready. I was a bit surprised when you tried to enter me
and then I felt it was right and I came and came. I have never
had climaxes quite like it. I think i would enjoy it even without
the vibrator. But the two combined? Well Sir. It was
overwhelming. Once you told me I could let go and come I really
don't remember anything after that until you put me to bed. It
was all a blur, like one long continuous orgasm that just filled
me from head to foot. I have never felt anything like it.
I didn't know pleasure like that was even possible.
Like Wow Sir!
Please Sir! I am yours. Do anything you want with me. I surrender
myself totally to you. You overwhelm me. You have possessed every
part of me. I have never felt such love for anyone. Not my first
husband, not anyone. You are wonderful Sir. I know there are
times when you are holding yourself back and being very selfless
to ensure that I am happy. I trust you. I don't believe you would
ever harm me. Oh Jack. Sir. I love you."
There were tears streaming down her face.
"Sorry Sir." She sniffed. "But I can't explain it Sir. I have
never felt pleasure so intense or so often. You have brought
things into my life that I thought would be horrible, but have
turned out to be so wonderful. You Sir. It's you. You are
wonderful." She sniffed again and clung to me.
"And I love you to, my gorgeous sexy little slut. I have been
looking all my life for someone like you. It's fun isn't it?
Everyday a fresh adventure. Anyway I accept your surrender." I
thought for a moment.
"Some Masters have their slave tattooed or even branded or marked
in some way to show their possession."
"Whatever you want Sir. Anything." She sounded so earnest.
"Hmm. I am not sure I want to mark that lovely skin of yours. But
I think we need something. A reminder to both of us and a symbol
to others. We might even arrange a marriage Ceremony."
"Are you asking me to Marry you?" She glowed and hugged me
tighter. "Oh Sir of course Sir. Yes Sir."
"Well I wasn't asking exactly, but yes I want to marry you. I'm
not into churches and stuff. So we will have to think of
something else."
"I wouldn't want a church wedding. I had a white wedding with all
the biz for my first marriage and it wasn't what I dreamed it
would be. A lot of money and fuss and stress and it was over and
a bit disappointing. Did you have something in mind?" She sniffed
her tears away and rubbed her eyes.
"Well just a vague idea. Let me think on it and talk to a few
friends eh? I know you have surrendered to me but I will discuss
it with you and let you have some part in the decision."
We lay and hugged for a while before nature called us from our
romantic reverie.

I spent the day doing a few mods to the chair and the ambulance
at the lab. It did not take long to add the new sound box and the
memory modules. I also made the chair more versatile. By that
night it was ready.
Helen went shopping in the morning and slept in the afternoon
ready for a night shift.
I advised Helen before she went to work and we arranged for her
to call me.
Some time in the early hours I parked near to the address Helen
had given me.
When she called I drove through the large wrought iron gates and
reversed the van up to the back door.
Helen met me and together we unloaded the chair and wheeled it on
its new castors into the house, together with a pack of
hairdressing tools. It took a bit of man- handling to get it to
the room next to Arabella van der Megans bedroom.
I handed the three injectors to Helen.
I made myself comfortable in the van and grabbed an hours sleep.
When I woke there was still no word. I read and kept looking at
my watch, impatient to get out of there.
It was several hours and I was getting very nervous when I
finally had the call from Helen and I helped her recover the
chair and put it back in the van.
"Sorry it's so late." She apologised, sounding rather flustered.
"The old bat woke from the injections in the middle of me fixing
her hair, then she wanted to talk. She liked the chair and said
it was comfortable and just talked. It took me ages to get her
off it and then she would not go to sleep and I couldn't leave
her. We must be quick."
We were, as I was in a hurry as well.
I parked the van in the lab and cleaned up, and just made it back
to the apartment before Helen arrived.
As normal she stripped and folded her nurses uniform at the door.
She had worn a thin cotton bra but no panties under it, so she
was soon naked and looking at me for approval.
I beckoned her over.
She sat on my lap and we kissed.
"So?"
"Well, I offered to do her hair as we discussed. I told her
before that I trained in hairdressing before I moved onto
nursing. She liked the idea. She hates leaving the house anyway.
She has a hairdresser who comes in occasionally, but it is hard
to plan as her sleep times are so erratic. That may be why she
was so enthusiastic. I was already there. And she would only have
to pay once. Tight old bitch." She chuckled.
"She did not question where I found the chair, so I never did use
the little story we came up with. I got her comfortable and gave
her the first injection as I was setting her up. I snipped away
as she fell asleep. I did as much as I could while she was out. I
waited the twenty minutes for the second injection just as you
said. She looked very agitated. She stared at me with a very
strange look when she came round. I wondered if it was working as
you had said it would. I was really scared by then. Then she
suddenly fell asleep again. I waited and didn't want to do any
more of her hair, but kept looking at my watch waiting to give
her the third shot. Once I had given her that one I continued
with her hair, but as I said earlier, she woke up and started
talking. I have never known her like that. She just kept on. It
was weird. No moaning or cursing.
Eventually I had to interrupt her to remind her it was time to
take her pills. She is normally desperate for her pain killers by
that time and acting surly and rude too. I got her to her bedroom
and gave her the pills. She just wanted me to hold her hand and
talk. It was only when she nodded off that I called you to move
the chair. When I got back she was stirring again. She can't have
dozed for half an hour. She hardly slept the rest of the night.
Normally that would be enough for me to be seriously considering
murder." She chuckled.
It was good to hear her able to chuckle like that after a night
duty.
I seriously considered letting her off the usual spanking.
"Are you tired."
"Yes though not nearly as bad as I am usually."
I let Helen wash and use the toilet. I fetched us both a drink,
then tied Helen naked to her bed. I toyed with her naked soft
pussy for a few minutes before applying the wand. I watched in
awe as she heaved and twisted to a couple of orgasms. Her pussy
flowed freely with her nectar. She tasted too good to leave, so I
licked at her open lips as she came down from her orgasm.  I
quickly stripped and entered her. Her pussy muscles rippled
around my hard cock. I loved it when she did that. Her orgasm
taking hold of her even as I sank home. I lay for some minutes
enjoying the heat and wetness of her tunnel, nibbling at her
nipples.
A curious thought crossed my mind as I considered having her
nipples pierced. Maybe. Then I thought of other possibilities.
Not a great fan of piercings, but they had their uses.
I started thrusting, launching my hips forward and Helen thrust
back wanting me even deeper. Soon Helen was grunting and
thrashing even as I grunted my own orgasm.
We had both had a busy night and slept well into the afternoon.
When I awoke I found it was Helen fidgeting that had disturbed
me.
"Sorry to wake you Jack, Sir! But I really need the bathroom."
She pleaded with me, fluttering her eyelashes in a particularly
girly manner. I could not be angry at her but standards needed to
be kept.
"Hmm. Sorry you will be."
Helen may be used to doing night shifts and then days, I was not.
My body clock was all over the place. I really wanted to fuck her
there and then, just for the sake of her training and continuity.

I opted instead for the wand.
"Please Sir No. Please don't do this to me." She shrieked.
"Come along dear. Behave. Or it may be another hour before I
release you."
"No please no." She wailed.
I held the wand to her pussy lips, starting at the bottom and
gradually moving it forward until it hovered over the dimple at
the top of outer lips. Her lips were open and oozing moisture by
the time I got there.
It took only a few minutes to have Helen thrashing and shaking
the bed. She was grunting and pulling so hard on the ropes that I
thought she might do herself an injury.
I put the wand down to let Helen calm down.
As soon as she had her breath back she thanked me then resumed
begging me to let her go.
I kissed her and teased her for a few more minutes before finally
releasing her. As soon as her ankles were free she just about ran
to the bathroom.

We pottered together for the few hours, did a bit of shopping
before Helen had to get ready for duty at Mrs Van der Megans. I
let her prepare, but insisted she wore nothing but her nurses
uniform. No underwear of any sort. I gave her six strokes of the
cane to keep her warm while she was away. As she stood she
smiled, thanked me, then we kissed and she departed.
My body clock was now offset so I was in no mood to wind down and
have an evening or night to myself. I brooded around the
apartment and tried to find things to do. I browsed my video
collection, but could not find a film that I wanted to watch.
It was while I was pacing round the floor that my eye was drawn
to the newspaper. Today was the first Thursday in the month. A
light went on in my head.
I quickly dressed in some leather trousers, a black silk shirt
and high leather boots. I  pocketed a few little toys and headed
for a nearby town. There was a discrete shop front in a dull
block near the ice rink. I approached it for the first time in
several years.
The SWAMp held a fetish club from 6pm until 6am on the first
Thursday of every month.
The bouncers on the door looked me over to check the strict dress
code. I paid the entrance fee and was then inside a dimly lit
room full of people wearing, what to outsiders, would have been
very strange clothing. There was leather, latex, PVC, chains, and
much more, and often very much less. Many there were wearing very
little indeed. In some of the side room there were stall holders
selling their wares, everything from piercings and floggers to
clothing, furniture, toys and a whole range more.
The music was mostly heavy metal, heavy rock. The drinks slightly
on the expensive side. The place, despite being tucked away, was
on the dangerous side of crowded. Nevertheless I had a good time.
I chatted to a few folks, renewed an old acquaintance and was
introduced to some new ones and made some good contacts for the
future. I joined a couple of friends and helped with a gang
whipping, which was fun for all, and attracted quite a big
audience.
It had been a while since I had been able to chat with folks
interested in the same things and from both sides of the fence as
it were. I decided that the next time the SWAMp party was on I
should arrange to bring Helen along.
It was so late that it was early when I left the building and
headed home.

I was awoken by the sound of Helen returning and cursed myself
for over sleeping. She crawled naked into bed next to me, but I
was soon asleep again.
It was mid morning before I woke and realised what had happened.
Helen was fast asleep beside me, beautifully naked and exciting.
Oh well.

"She is like a changed woman." Helen said, munching on a slice of
toast. She was sitting naked at the table, eating her breakfast,
at two in the afternoon.
"She did not swear at me even once. She kept holding my hand. It
was spooky. I am so used to her being a bitch, I'm not sure I can
cope with her actually being normal. Heck she was even being
nice. Is this what those injection do?" She asked.
"Yes partly."  I agreed. "They are hormones, synthetic versions
of stuff the body produces naturally. It's a medicine project
that Mike has been working on for years. What we did may be a bit
unethical. Giving medicine without a person permission. But it is
not dangerous. And If we asked for volunteers some of the process
and testing would not exactly work." It was only a small
exaggeration.
"Well whatever. It seems to have done her a lot of good. She is
happier and easier to work with. Can't be bad." She licked her
lips to clear away the last of the strawberry jam.
"So if I get less stressed at work does that mean you don't need
to spank me when I get in?" She looked at me with a cheeky grin.
"Oh I think it will still do you good to keep up the de-stressing
techniques, just in case."
She pouted. But I knew she was baiting me.


Two days later when I visited Mike I knew and he knew that he did
not have long left. We sat and hardly talked, he was so weak.
When I left the hospital I headed straight to the suburban semi
where I had visited his sister Karen.
She lit up when she opened the door to me. She certainly looked
somehow brighter with a younger fresher appearance.
She dimmed slightly when she saw the look on my face and knew
instinctively that it was Mike.
I told her about his condition and where he was, though not about
how long I had known.
I arranged to meet her the next day and take her to see him.
When I asked how she was, she brightened again. "Great. My
husband has come back and everything is good. The children missed
him. They need a father. And, you know, he is being a good father
to them. He has taken them to town now, to let me do the house
work in peace. He really is very considerate."
I smiled. 'Job done. I must find a way to tell Mike.' I thought.

We got to the hospital to find Mike very weak, in a bed with
drips and some very concerned medics.
He died about two hours later, having managed to whisper only a
few words to Karen.
I held her and let her grieve. I would do my own later. I would
miss him.
Much later, I drove Karen back to her house.

I could not legitimately continue to take Mike's money, as his
estate would now be in the hands of his lawyer. Oh well. We would
survive.
The next two weeks were too busy to do much. I helped Karen with
the arrangements for Mikes funeral and visited her often. George
was sometimes there, but often out with the children or on an
errand trying his best to take some of the strain off Karen and
let her sort out Mikes affairs.
"I can't believe it." She confided in me at one of our meetings.
"He is so good to me. He is different, and yet he is good too.
Better than ever really."
"I'm pleased for you both. It is good news when couples can sort
out there problems and make a marriage work, don't you think?"
"Well it took a bit of a shock I think." She looked down at her
hands as if deciding whether to confide any more secrets.
"He says that he woke up one afternoon outside a bar smelling of
whiskey. And had no idea how he got there. It scared him and made
him realise he needed to sort his life out. The next day he
turned up here and asked me to forgive him and take him back. I
did wonder. I mean he always was a bit of a ladies man. He was a
charmer. That's what attracted me to him. I know he had been
seeing other women even before he left me to move in with that
Jennifer. But he says he is sorry and it won't happen again. I
wasn't sure I could trust him. Actually I am still not really
sure. But he seems to be trying so hard to please me. He is..."
She blushed as she tried to tell me. "...so good in bed. And he
is always doing little things. Something to make me happy. It's
so... So romantic. Like he was when we first met."
A dreamy look came over her as she obviously played the images
back in her mind.
I was genuinely pleased for her. And happy that in some small way
I had contributed to the totally happiness of the human race. He
was happy, she was happy. Mike would be happy if he had survived
long enough to hear it. Maybe me knowing would be good enough.
Happiness by proxy.
I almost started to chuckle, but caught myself.
"Mike would be pleased for you." I said. "He cared a lot about
you."
"Yes but still. I wish he had told me how he was." Tears formed
in her eyes at her loss.
"He always was such a private man. We never did know what he was
thinking or what he was up to. You are really the only person who
ever got close to him, apart from his wife. He never really
recovered from her death. She was  a lovely girl."
"Yes." I agreed. She had been pretty. Very attractive. A model
blonde with a delightful sense of humour. Bright, attractive,
fun. We often wondered what she saw in Mike, but they seemed so
happy together one could never really question it. Well until now
I guess.
I started to wonder if Mike may had had something to do with it.
Apart from the obvious of course.
Well that was his business. And when all is said and done, did it
really matter. Again, he was happy, she was happy, and anyone who
saw them together would be happy at their happiness. Maybe it was
infectious.
######



######

It was a suitably grey day when I stood beside Karen & George at
the grave for Mikes Funeral. I was surprised at how many other
people had turned up.
When I saw the old Aunts arrived I smiled. They were struggling
out from a low loading mini-bus that was tall enough to stand up
in but low enough behind the back wheels to step onto easily from
the kerb.
I could suddenly picture the new device. I needed  a new chair,
more like a hairdressing chair, mounted in the middle of a 
minibus just like that. It could have a partition across the
middle with a store of vials for a whole variety of body weights.
I could rip the guts from a gym trainer I had seen, that had a
metal tag that senses pulse, blood-pressure, etc. I could mount
the tags from this on the arms of the chair. It would be easy to
mount the display on the back of the chair so the operator could
read body weight, heart rate, blood pressure etc. and use this
information to calculate the dosages. It would be easy to pop a
vial into a pneumatic injector that could be disguised and
mounted in the headrest.
I was so lost in designing the new device I almost missed the
funeral.
I smiled down at Mike.
"Hey buddy, you don't know what you have started." I said to his
coffin.
Or maybe he did.
People who are happy, have more sex and love, hugs and all that
sort of thing.
People who are in love tend to be happy, especially if the love
is returned and this means they are getting more hugging and more
attention and more sex. Isn't that why sex is sometimes called
'Making Love'. It isn't creating it as such, but maybe in a way
it is. Good sex produces the hormones that we associate with love
and happiness.
People who are depressed are incapable of happiness and don't do
sex, as they don't tend to get pleasure from it as the hormones
for happiness are dampened. Mike knew all this.
Maybe that is what he wanted. So different to what he was
originally contracted to do, but so much better. More morally
acceptable to be sure.
I was drifting again.
I felt able to say goodbye to Mike with a smile on my face.
Somehow part of him would live on.

#####

That weekend Helen received a letter from a local law firm. It
stated that due to her exceptional duties at the house of Mrs
Arabella van der Megan, she had been given the gatehouse of the
estate. There in black and white, horribly twisted, legal jargon,
with only one proviso. That Helen works at least three night
duties per week for the rest of Mrs Van der Megans life. The rich
old crow had no other family and few friends and so had given
part of her estate to Helen in thanks. We checked with the
lawyers on Monday to find the details. It was all true.

The house was a reasonably comfortable three bedroom building of
solid stone. It had an integral garage, with a workshop both
behind and above it. Several downstairs rooms, including a
comfortable kitchen, a decent basement, and a small office room
overlooking the gateway to the estate. It even had a small fenced
garden of it's own. The main house was just visible through the
trees, a few hundred yards up the drive. Some parts of the
gatehouse really needed re-decorating, a few bits needed repair,
but there was enough of it to live in whilst we undertook those
tasks.
We accompanied the lawyer back to his office and signed the
necessary papers. Thus a week later we were moving in.
The house was also nearly a half hour closer to Doreen. It was
closer to the SWAMp. And it meant Helen did not have to drive to
the majority of her work.
We had done the sums. Although Helen was on a reduced rate for
Nursing, the house was free.
We had no rent. We had to estimate for the increased bills on a
larger property, but still reckoned that we could survive. I
contracted to do a couple of days a week locum teaching at a
nearby private school. It meant we could live comfortably here.
In my spare time I repaired and re-decorated the basement. It had
got damp and musty and plaster was falling off, here and there.
I damp proofed and re-lined it, then we painted it a soft
off-white. I put the X-Frame in one corner and bolted it to the
wall. We put ring bolts in many places. I bought a leather horse
similar to those used in school gyms but with a very different
purpose. I fitted hooks on the wall near the door to hold various
of my toys, floggers, canes, whips etc., and a shelf for many of
the other toys I had brought with me or we had bought since.
When we were done we had our very own playroom.
There was a stone alcove in the gate room which was ideal for the
computer server. I spent some time re-wiring and setting up
sensors and cameras, microphones and loudspeakers in the play
room and bedroom and terminated it all there, so that through the
computer I could monitor most of the house. It would make a good
burglar detector, as well as allowing me to tie Helen up for long
periods of time, while I did other things. I could pipe music
from the server to any room in the house. And through the
microphone and media system on my laptop I could connect to and
watch or talk to any room as well.  I was looking forward to some
great extended play times.

Having the workshop above the garage was useful and it did not
take me long to set it up as a lab. I transferred as much kit as
I could from the main lab, bought some extra supplies and within
a few weeks I had a moderate lab that would let me do some
experimentation and a limited amount of production right from
home.
It was during this time that I read an article in on of my
science journals. It mention the boosting effect of grapefruit
juice and it's extracts on the uptake of certain medicines.
As this was something akin to Mikes own research, I read as much
as I could and thought long and hard about the implications.
Grapefruit provides furanocoumarin compound that inhibits enzymes
in the gut that breakdown medicines before they are absorbed.
Or to put it another way, a normal human gut will breakdown and
destroy quite a bit of normal medicine. One of the reasons so
many drugs should be taken after food is that the breakdown
enzymes are already busy and more of the drug should then be
absorbed into the blood. It transpired that grapefruit juice
helps medicines to be absorbed in the gut. So the quantity and
concentration of a drug could be reduced if associated with the
grapefruit extract.
I did some calculations, a lot of looking up details in some
medical journals and came up with a formula for the usage of part
of Mikes hallucinogenic sedative. It was all very well having a
formula, I needed to test it. Reluctantly I came to the only
logical conclusion. I would have to test it on myself with Helen
nearby in case.
"Because you are an experienced nurse and can keep an eye on me
and do the necessary blood tests." I argued when Helen questioned
my decision.
So one quiet Saturday we set things up.
"I need temperature, pulse, blood pressure and blood
concentrations at ten minute intervals for about four hours." I
told her.
"I need you to do all four tests as quickly as possible. This
drug is supposed to have a very short biological half life. It
goes in quickly, it acts quickly, but is broken down by the liver
and eliminated quickly. I need to have some hard data to work
with."
"Ok let's get to it."
"Ok. Try not to talk unless you have to. No music, nothing else
that might affect my blood pressure. Just take the blood samples
whilst taking the other readings.
Let's do two now before I take the drink." I was misleading her
slightly. I did not want Helen to know some of the hypnotic
effect of the drugs I was intending to try. And the blood
pressure was a genuine concern if for different reasons.
I did not want her speaking or saying inappropriate things which
might skew my results.
Helen jabbed my finger, used a pipette to take a drop and put it
on the test plate of the foresys machine. She took my
temperature, pulse, and blood pressure, then wrote the logs.
I read for ten minutes until we repeated the procedure. Then I
took a sip of the measured dose of the sedative with grapefruit
concentrate. It tasted quite pleasant. I was aware of Helen doing
the next ten minute test before I felt groggy and blacked out.
When I came too, it took me a moment or two to get my bearings,
but within less than a minute I was awake and looking at the
clock. I had been out for about twenty   minutes. Helen carried
on taking tests, for the next couple of hours until I was
beginning to feel like a pincushion.
It took me a few days to process the data and modify my formula,
but then I had a possible substitute for phase one of Mike's
emotion treatment.

#####

It was only a few days later that I arrived home from teaching
one Friday to find a car outside, so I guessed we had visitors.
I let myself in and headed for the living room. Helen was
sitting, naked as usual, and chatting amicably to a tall, elegant
lady with short curly blonde hair. At first glance she looked
stunning, until she looked up and there was something not quite
right about her face. She looked as though she had been crying.
She stopped mid sentence to look at me. There was suspicion
written all over her eyes. I walked casually forward and kissed
Helen who returned the kiss with even more passion than usual. I
guessed it might be for show.
"Jack this is Kitty, and old friend of mine."
I reached forward to take the hand of the girl as she rose to
meet me.
"Charmed." I said, kissing her hand.
She kept her hand close to herself and I could feel the tension
in her whole body.
I smiled for a moment then turned to hang my jacket up and put my
notes on the bureau.
"Are you staying, I am about to cook and can easily make enough
for one more?"
"No. Really I guess I should be going." She stood again, sniffed
a little and made towards the door.
Helen grabbed her arm. "No Kitty, please! It's ages since we had
a good chat together please. Please stay. Really. It's no
bother."
Kitty seemed to hesitate. "Well could you at least wear some
clothes. I... I kinda do find it hard talking to someone who is
so... so jeez, you know, buck naked." She turned towards me her
eyes flaring anger, suspicion, pleading, something. I wasn't sure
quite what.
"Jack?" Helen looked towards me for an answer.
Kitty looked at Helen and back to me at the simple exchange.
"Kitty, please you are welcome to stay. If it disturbs you so,
then Helen will go and get dressed while you are here."
"I.. I don't understand how you can do this. Why do you need his
permission?" Kitty was saying in a gritted teeth whisper.
"Because it's not like that. I enjoy pleasing him. I would do
anything for him. You have never been so in love. I hadn't
before. But it's my choice. I really will do anything. And enjoy
it."
"How could you Helen? How could you let him do this to you?" She
hissed..
"But I am happy. Can you not be happy for me? Kitty. Please?"
Kitty looked confused. Her face was red.
"Kitty would you excuse us for a moment. We need a few moments to
talk, then I will go and cook and you and Helen can catch up on
old times."
I took Helen's hand and led her to the hallway.
"Kitty obviously means a lot to you." I whispered.
"Yes she does. We have been close for ages. Whenever she breaks
up from some guy she always comes round to cry on my shoulders. I
couldn't bare sending her away. She is very upset. And she is
certainly not used to our lifestyle. But she is a friend."
"Why don't you.. " I stopped and thought for a moment. "Go and
put your plugs in and get the red corset." I smiled to myself.
"At least you won't be so naked"
"Just enough to cover yourself."  I said innocently. "Then go and
enjoy your friend. We can catch up later." I kissed her and went
back to talk to Kitty while Helen covered her nakedness.
"So can I get you a drink? Coffee, tea, wine, something else. I
could open a Chardonnay."  I asked trying to be friendly and
diffuse the tension.
"Yes. Thanks. That would be great." kitty said quietly sniffing
back her tears. She was sitting with her hands clasped tightly in
her lap still very up tight.
I poured the wine and sat open legged and open armed, expansively
trying to reassure her before Helen muttered from the doorway. I
met her in the hall and finished doing the corset up. It hid
Helens breasts. Well at least as far as her nipples. It did cause
a provocative swell of ample cleavage leaving no doubt about
Helens femininity. Likewise the crotch strap hid her naked vulva.
Yet because it was tight it really revealed more than it hid.
Still it was the thought that counted.
Helen re-entered the living room and sat close to Kitty.
Kitty stared at her and her whole body shook.
"Well. I will leave you ladies to talk." I retired to the kitchen
and left them to it.
I really did want Helen to be allowed to calm her friend and let
her know how happy she was. I did not want Helen to lose friends
just because they perceived our relationship to be a little
unorthodox.
By the time I had cooked, set the table and called the ladies in,
kitty was looking a lot calmer, though a few glasses of
Chardonnay may have helped with that process.
We talked during the meal and Kitty relaxed even more. She talked
of her own failed relationships and I managed to get out of her
some admission of her own hangups.
Many guys looked at her and lusted after her, but she just could
not keep a man long. There was much she was not saying.
She was a tense person. Nonetheless she and Helen had been
friends since Nursing college and that was important to me. I
kept digging trying to find as much as I could about this girl.
Normally women are quite keen to talk about themselves. It is in
their nature. Most people are actually pretty self interested.
But Kitty was quite uptight and it took a lot of persuading.
By the end of the meal I had found what I was after and resolved
to help her.
It was even pretty easy to scratch her slightly in an innocent
enough manner. Enough to get a small sample of her blood though.
After we had eaten I cleared away and let Helen and Kitty talk
some more while a spent some time in the workshop, testing and
measuring and planning.
When Kitty eventually left, she and Helen hugged cheerfully with
promises to meet again soon. At least some of the barrier had
broken down.
As soon as Helen closed the door behind her friend she turned 
and dropped to her knees at me feet.
"Oh thank you Sir. That was a wonderful evening. You were very
good to let me talk to her. I do miss her friendship. She needs
me. She is so upset and confused."
"That is OK my little slut. But next time we must be more
assertive of our own way of life."
"Yes Sir." Helen said quietly, obviously not convinced.
"Maybe I can give her a good spanking to knock the tension out of
her?" I said in a half distant way.
"That may work sir. I really don't know. I am sure she does not
know what she wants."
"She doesn't. But she does have problems. Maybe we can help
though."
"Can we? Oh that would be wonderful Sir. Please can we?" Helen
was like an excited child.
"You like her a lot don't you?"
"Yes Jack. She was a partner at nursing college and we have been
pretty close since. I introduced her to Mrs van der Megan. Though
she didn't last long there. We've done some pretty daft things
together. We went on holiday together once, before I married the
first time. She helped me over my divorce. She has always been a
friend who helped me through. Then I have helped her through her
problems. I can't remember how many, but dozens of boyfriends by
now. I don't want to upset her. It would hurt to loose her. She
always comes to me. And every time it seems to hurt her more not
less."
"Hmm. If Kitty won't come round here arrange to meet her in a
coffee bar or something. Tell her in detail some of what you have
done, but let her know how much you enjoy it." I paused for a
moment in thought
Helen leapt to her feet and flung her arms around my neck.
"You have a plan. I knew you would."
"Follow me." I led Helen to the bedroom and pointed out the
things I wanted her to wear when next they met. "If you go out
with her you are to wear these. If she comes here, you resolutely
remain naked. She will probably try to come round while I am at
work, and after you have had a morning sleep following a night
duty."
"You think so?" Helen tilted her head in question.
"Don't you?"
"Well I guess. She doesn't trust you."
"But she does like you. A lot. She will be back." I mused for a
while and some of Kitty's comments came back to me. "Yeah she
will be back. You know maybe if she's up to it you can show her
the dungeon. You might even see if you can spank her, to show her
what it feels like. Or maybe let her spank you. So she can see
you enjoy it. Let her get closer. I'm sure it will work out." And
suddenly I was sure it would.

Exactly a week later there was a buzz from my phone that told me
someone was in our playroom. In the break before last lesson I
dialled home to watch. Sure enough Helen was seated talking to
Kitty. I used the remote control to adjusted the server music
player and set a slow piece of Mozart playing very quietly in the
background.
I was sorry I had to break off for last lesson, and was glad that
I could set the pupils some exercises, leaving me a few occasions
to eavesdrop, though I dared not use the sound.
As soon as the day was over I raced to the car and plugged the
laptop in, turned on video and sound and monitored as much as I
could on my way home.
Once home I parked round the side of the house and let myself in
quietly so as not to disturb the girls. I did not want to upset
Kitty. I fetched some items from the workshop lab and settled in
the Kitchen where I monitored the playroom and watched.
A naked Helen was still showing Kitty around our playroom and
talking.
I mixed up two drinks, one for Helen and one for Kitty.
When I opened the door to the playroom and found Helen and Kitty
chatting. I feigned surprise and welcomed them.
"Hi dear" I said as I kissed Helen and handed her her favourite
drink.
"Nice to see you again." I said cheerfully to Kitty. "If I had
known you were here I would have brought you a drink. Say. Here
you have mine and I will go get another." I said in such away
that Kitty had no time to question or refuse.
I handed her the drink I had prepared and quickly turned away to
leave the room and get another drink. I did indeed go to the
kitchen and pour myself a cold beer while I watched Kitty to
ensure she drank the modified grapefruit juice with my own added
punch.
I left the girls for about fifteen minutes before interrupting
them again.
I strolled into the playroom and calmly told Helen.
"Time for a good whipping don't you think dear?"
Helen looked uncertain for a moment but smiled at me and bowed
her head. She was confident that somewhere I had a plan. She
trusted me. And she really liked being whipped so it was easy for
her to agree.
I helped Helen onto the flogging stool and strapped her down,
making a big show of rubbing her exposed buttocks and even
rubbing my finger over her wet pussy. Then fetched a good heavy
weight flogger and swished it through the air. I did this a few
times while keeping a close eye on Kitty and waiting. Sure enough
almost on time, Kitty leaned against a wall, held her hands to
her head and said.
"Oooh I feel faint."
I leapt over in time to catch her.
And lay her gently down on the floor.
I released Helen and told her to get a cold drink of water and a
blanket for her friend.
As soon as she had left the room I gave Kitty the injection
necessary and wiped my wet finger, still coated in Helens pussy
juice across Kitty's top lip. Her sense of smell and taste would
be full of the sensual smell of Helens sexual arousal.
I leaned down and whispered in kitty's ear. "You love sex with
women, you always have, you always will. You have tried to hide
it. You have tried to fight it. But you know the pain of denial.
The only pain of value is the pleasure you feel from a spanking.
You crave the fullness and release that only a good spanking can
bring. You crave the flush of power that giving a good spanking
and bringing pleasure to another can bring. You must be you. Let
yourself be yourself. Let your desire be fulfilled. You will find
happiness in accepting who you really are. Other people's
opinions no longer matter. You are a mature woman. You must make
up your own mind. Live your own life. You need to find the
happiness you have been looking for. And you know deep in your
heart that that happiness is in the arms of another woman. It is
not wrong. It is not shameful. It is beautiful. Accept yourself.
Be true to yourself." I said such things and more of the same
over again, until I heard Helen open the door.
"Here put the blanket over your friend and come and hold her." I
whispered.
I stood slightly and faced away from Kitty so that she would
hardly hear me.
"Talk to her and reassure her." I whispered to Helen. "She
probably fainted from the thought of seeing you on the stool.
Comfort her."
I picked Kitty up in the blanket and carried her upstairs. As I
lay her gently on the sofa I told Helen "Keep Talking. I will
stay out of sight."
I left Helen telling Kitty of her care and love.
It took Kitty a few more minutes to come round, and when she did
she could not remember much beyond my arriving home.
I kept out of sight but still able to keep an eye on the girls.
Kitty was soon revived and seemed bright and perky. She and Helen
carried on chatting almost as though nothing had happened.
Except, I noticed, that whereas previously, Kitty had been very
restrained, now she occasionally touched Helen, and often stared
at her hands afterwards.
I let the girls talk some more and an hour or so later Kitty
left.

Helen was in a subdued mood after she left.
"She is troubled. Something in her life just isn't right." She
said almost to herself.
"I would agree. And do you know what it is?" I asked.
"No not really. She just can't seem to accept herself. She is
always looking for something and none of her boyfriends quite
provides whatever it is she is looking for. Because I think she
doesn't know herself."
"I think you are close but not quite there."
"What do you mean?"
"I think she does know what she is looking for, but doesn't want
to accept it."
"What? And how do you know?"
"Of course I don't KNOW. But I am willing to bet. I think she
finds herself fancying women more than men and can't accept it.
She is sure it is wrong. Maybe her up-bringing, or some incident
when she was young. But it's more likely her parents."
"You think she's a lesbian?" Helen asked in surprise.
"Maybe. Or bisexual. Don't you?"
"I hadn't thought about it." Helens eyes unfocused as she drifted
into memory.
"I watched her with you. She object to your nakedness but I could
see the arousal in her eyes. The longer she was here today the
more she touched you and yet kept looking at her hands afterwards
as if not sure she should, but unable to resist. Her mind is
fighting with her body. She is resisting it, but hates herself
for her thoughts and desires."
"Hmmm. Makes sense I guess." Helen sucked her lip for a moment.
"Now that you mention it I did notice the look in her eyes. And
she always has had issues with me. She sounded jealous when I
told her I was in a new relationship. But then she changed tack
and seemed to try to accept you. I thought it was more to do with
you than me. But maybe you are on the right track.
I think her father is a radical right wing preacher. Something
like that anyway. He would certainly disown her if he ever found
out she slept with a woman. She has trouble enough that she has
had a few boyfriends and not married. Though I think sometimes
her relationships are too brief for her parents to even find out,
so maybe they don't know the half anyway." Helen looked up at me.
"So if that is the prognosis, what is the cure?" she asked
reverting to nurse mode.
I chuckled.
"How about we encourage it? Let her find her true self."
"How do you mean?" Helen looked quizzically at me.
"You take the opportunity to make love to her. You would do it
gently and stop when needed. You would be the best person for
her."
"But I am not lesbian." Helen almost sounded shocked.
"No. But you do like sex." She blushed at my comment.
"You like sex in all sorts of ways. You have extended your
boundaries and are still finding new things to enjoy. So when you
get the opportunity, you make love to Kitty. Do to her what you
like me doing to you. Anything you think she would like. I bet
you will enjoy it."
Helen blushed even deeper and looked at her feet.
"Yes sir" She replied quietly. But I could see that the thought
excited her.
"Go gently but firmly. Let her enjoy it. You can hold yourself
back. You can give her pleasure and love. You must know quite a
bit about her. You would do it better than anyone"
"And then what?"
"Sorry? What?"
"And then what. What if it really is me she loves? And then she
discovers girl sex with me. What next?"
"Ahh there we will have to explore. You can certainly have her
for a while. And I would not be jealous. I am comfortable in our
relationship. OK. I will go further. I believe our love for each
other is strong enough to survive this. I do not know about the
effect on her. However I believe that if you open the door, she
may find that it is less of a problem. She will find her own
partner. Partners. Whatever lifestyle she needs to be happy. But
she needs a barrier broken first. And when that barrier is broken
it may hurt and there will be some discomfort. It may open a
floodgate. It may just be a stream. But if you are there, at
least we may be able to help."
Helen wrapped her arms around my neck.
"You are such a wonderful Master. Sir. Of course I will do it."
She kissed me.
"I do it because you tell me to. I do it because she is my friend
and I want to help."
I held her warm, soft naked body next to me.
"I do it because I think you are right and I might enjoy it."
There was a twinkle in her eyes.
"I would never have considered it. But a year ago I would not
have considered half.. a quarter of the things we have done
together. And I am finding myself enjoying all of those. So yes I
probably will enjoy it. I know I am not lezzy. The best thing in
the world is you inside me. Preferably after I have a good hard
spanking. That is the best thing I have ever felt. But all the
other things are fun as well." She smiled and her warm body felt
somehow warmer.
By then it was getting late, but at least we both had a free day
the next day.
"Ok. Plans for tonight then."
"Bed?" Helen asked mischievously.
"Hmm maybe later."
"Auggh." Helen pouted.
I led her to the dungeon and the first thing I did was put a
blindfold on her so she could not see the rest of what I had
planned.
One of the parcels that had arrived in the post during the week
was a special leather bra that I had had made for Helen. It
lifted and supported her breasts but had peep holes for her
nipples to protrude through. I fitted it to her and pulled it
tight. I pinched at her exposed nipples and fitted a couple of
clips, holding them out and obviously applying pressure enough to
cause some pain. I attached a chain to the clips and fastened a
small weight to the middle of the chain. I liked this as the
weight pulled on her nipples but the bra would continue to
support her breasts. I did not want our playing to cause her
luscious breasts to sag.
I put a small waist cincher round her and pulled her waist in as
small as I could, then I applied lubricated dildos to both her
openings and fastened a crotch strap to hold the dildos in place.
Both of these new dildos had remote controls that worked up to
about ten feet away. I could control the motors even if I was not
actually next to Helen.
I led her to the spanking stool and had her stand against it
while I gave her a warm up flogging of twenty strokes. By then
her buttocks were a nice red colour and I knew she would be quite
aroused.
I had her kneel and took my hard dick in her mouth while I played
randomly with the  remote controls of her dildos. She sucked and
occasionally grunted on me but I stopped her before either of us
came.
I led Helen back upstairs where I helped her into some black lace
stockings, a black lacy garter belt and a short black skirt that
did not quite hide the stocking tops. I select a loose fitting
blouse that was just see through enough to make out the dark bra
beneath.
Still blindfolded, I led Helen back downstairs and tied her to a
chair in the kitchen area while I cooked us a quick meal. I
stopped every few minutes to adjust the speed of one or other of
the dildos, winding the vibrating motors up and down at random,
just for fun.
I sat next to Helen and fed her the Pasta meal a fork full at a
time. One for her, one for me, adjust the dildo. One for her, one
for me, adjust the dildo. I was having immense fun and Helen was
getting immensely horny.
I turned both vibrators to just enough power to keep Helen on
edge but not enough to build towards orgasm whilst I cleared
away.
Then led her out to the car and strapped her in with her hands
behind her.
I drove, sort of one handed while playing with her thighs and
touching the wet band between her legs.
I did not intend to go anywhere in particular. I was looking for
somewhere where we could have fun and a drink. I found somewhere
to park and led Helen down the street. We were in a fairly seedy
part of town. It was dimly lit and no-one paid us any attention.
Just before entering a bar I took off Helen's blindfold. She
blinked at the sudden light then gasped. "Oh my god. Where are
we?"
"Hush." I said and led her inside.
It wasn't brightly lit but still most of the customers turned to
watch as Helen followed me to a small square seating area. I sat
her down before going to the bar to order us both drinks. The
barman was quiet and poured without comment.
I sat opposite Helen and placed the remote controls on the table.

Helen stared at me and gulped.
I calmly picked up my drink and turned the dial to full. In the
quietness of the bar I could just hear the buzz from between
Helen's legs and saw her clench her thighs together tightly at
the sudden vibration. I did not leave it on full for long and
soon dropped it down to a gentle buzz again. I smiled, enjoying
my game.
Helen sipped at her drink and tried to concentrate.
We talked some more about Kitty and how we should handle her.
Whenever there was a slight dip in the conversation I turned the
dial to full for a moment, but never left it there long and
sometimes turned the dial to off or low.
Helen was getting very aroused.
I could smell her pussy juice even over the other smells in the
bar.
"Jack I need the bathroom." She whispered between clenched teeth.

"Too late. Maybe we should go home then."
"No I really, really need to go now."
I thought for a few minutes. I was tempted to go and let her
relieve herself in an alley or somewhere with the possibility of
being caught. I did not want her released from her dildo strap
without me there.
In the end I passed her the key to the small padlock.
I held it as she took it.
"But you clean them in the sink and do not hide in a cubicle to
put them back."
Helen blushed and nodded.
As she walked down the bar towards the restrooms at the back I
turned both her vibrators on full. As she reached the door I
turned them both off. I was turning back to my drink when I
caught sight of a woman put her drink down and head in the same
direction. I toyed with the idea of turning the motors back on
for a second or two but decided against it.
I sipped and watched the rest of the bar. There were a couple of
guys at the top end of the bar holding hands, several more in the
seating areas sitting closer together than I might have expected.
I looked around some more and became aware that there was only
one other couple talking together of different genders. All the
other groups were same sex conversations. I shrugged at the
implication.
I sat watching and sipping for ages. Time seemed to tick by.
Helen was taking an age, but then women often do and she had a
starting handicap.
When Helen returned she looked a bit flustered. As I looked up I
saw the woman in jeans who had followed Helen to the back of the
bar return to her seat and stare at me.
"So?"
"Can we go now?"
"No." I wanted to know more.
"What do you mean?"
"You were followed. So what happened?"
"I managed to go to the toilet allright. Then went to wash my
hands and the vibrators and there was this tall blonde lady just
standing by the door looking at me. I tried to hide what I was
doing but she just stared at me. I didn't know what to do so just
looked away and slid the back one inside my pussy first to get it
wet and it actually went up my bum easier than I thought, then I
started to put the other one in and I looked up and she was just
standing there staring at me. It was too late to do much else but
carry on. I straightened everything did the straps up, and slid
the padlock on just as you said. Still she just stared at me. No
words. No shock. Just looking. So I kind of put everything right,
brushed my hair and when she was still there realised I would
have to go passed her to get out, decided just to go without
looking at her. I made it to the door and she held it for me so I
mumbled thanks to her and she followed me out. She didn't even do
anything in there. She just followed me and watched. It was
scary."
"Really?"
"Yeah scary."
"And exciting?"
"Well yes a bit. I mean it was very embarrassing."
"Come on" I stood and approached the bar.
As the barman came over I leaned towards him waving a twenty.
"Lady at the end in the red leather top. What's she drinking?"
"Tequila and orange." He replied in a flat uninterested monotone.
I pulled some money enough to cover the cost of two drinks.
"Do you know her name?"
"Don't know nobodies names Bub. She's two bud lites and two
tequila and oranges. Is all I know."
"Does she come here often?"
"Sometimes."  He replied non-commitaly
"Ok thanks. Get her that drink" I handed over the note.
"Yeah" He turned away uninterested.
I held Helens hand and left the bar without looking back, but did
turn the dial to set her motors on max so that she struggled to
walk with the buzzing between her legs.
As soon as we were out of sight I put Helen's blindfold back on
and cuffed her hands behind her again.
I drove home with my hand between her legs and very soon had her
in the playroom tied to the whipping stools and I fucked and
spanked her to a very pleasurable resolution.
After we had showered and cleaned up. I blindfolded Helen again,
tied her spreadeagled to the bed and together we happily fell
asleep.
Twice during the night I woke up. I made the most of it by
quickly fucking Helen, taking no care of her own pleasure but
simply fucking until I ejaculated then quickly dismounting and
falling asleep again.
When I awoke refreshed the next morning Helen was still asleep. I
washed, made up breakfast and took it up to the bedroom. I sat
and ate and read until Helen stirred. I woke her with the magic
wand until she had come several times and lay exhausted. I let
her fall asleep again, made a few calls, then when Helen woke
again, I fed her breakfast. We  showered together and talked and
planned the day.
I wanted some more furniture for the playroom, so we dressed and
roamed a few second hand shops. By that evening we had a decent
second hand bed. It was small for a double but then we did not
intend to sleep in it much. I found a small settee that a person
could just lay down on. A couple of half decent chairs and the
real prize, a solid wooden chair with built in commode. I liked
it because it would make a good chair to tie Helen to. When
refurbishing the basement I had discovered that the drainage
level was too high and I could not install any plumbing as I had
hoped. There was a toilet at the top of the stairs, but I wanted
something in the playroom. This commode was a reasonable
compromise.
When I came up from setting it up Helen told me that she had a
call from Kitty suggesting meeting at a local swimming pool. It
sounded like a good idea.
"We should swim more. Good healthy exercise. Yeah go. Have you
got a swim suit?"
"Yes. Only the one decent one. Mostly I have bikinis for the
beach."
"Let me see."
In the bedroom Helen showed me a modest blue basic swimsuit.
"Just about." I said. "But before we go again, get one in a
similar style but one size too small and another one a size to
large."
"You have wicked, pervy plans. I can tell." Helen smiled and
kissed me.
When she had left to prepare supper I made a few changes to her
suit. I snipped out the reinforcing from the cups. I snipped out
the gusset lining, and snipped the elastic  from the leg holes. I
put the suit back in her sports bag so that Helen would not
notice until she put the suit on in the pool. It would be a shame
to miss, but I looked forward to hearing about it later.
After supper I prepared Helen to go out again. I put the same bra
and waist cincher on as yesterday and the remote controlled
dildos again. They had been on charge all day so were back to
full strength buzz. She wore stockings and suspenders again. I
let her put the short skirt on again, but chose an even sheerer
blouse.
I blindfolded her and we drove back to the bar in the seedy end
of town.
As Helen was starting from a colder beginning I felt safe in
turning the motors to full as we entered the bar. I enjoyed
watching Helen spasm at the sudden movement.
We had barely got drinks and sat when the blonde from the
previous night joined us.
"Hi."
"Hi. Bud lite or tequila?" I asked
She smiled and titled her head in surprise that I knew her
drinking habits. "Bud thanks."
I ordered, handed her the drink, and sat again.
"So you guys swinging or what?" She asked abruptly.
I smiled at her forwardness. I liked her already.
"Not exactly."
"Well you guys sure know how to have fun." She took a large swig
from her bottle of beer. "I heard the buzzing as your lady passed
me yesterday. And guessed what it was. But almost couldn't
believe it. I have to tell ya. Watching your gal there playing in
the ladies room was just about the horniest sight I have seen in
many a day."
Helen blushed a deep red. She gulped at her drink. I was glad it
was not alcoholic. I did not want her to loose focus.
On a whim I twiddled the dial in my pocket to full so that I
could hear the motors between Helens legs. She nearly chocked on
her drink.
Our blonde friend turned to look at her and I could see the lust
in her eyes.
"Mandy." She announced holding out a hand.
"Jack." I replied and shook her hand. I gestured towards Helen.
"Helen or slut. She answers to both." I continued calmly but with
a broad smile on my face.
Helen blushed again but held out a hand in greeting and managed
to croak a "Hi"
I turned the motors down to a background buzz.
"So what exactly is your interest Mandy?" I asked.
"Oh always keen to have fun. Always keen. Not seen much action
recently for one reason or another. You know how it goes. I guess
that's why I am here and why I was so damned horny at seeing your
gal and those wonderful toys. Are they really radio controlled?"
"Yes they sure are."
"Jeez I never seen any that fancy before. Still I prefer to be a
bit more hands on"
"I bet you do.
"Ok Mandy I have a proposition for you."
"I'm listening Jack."
"My friend here needs some training in muff diving."
Mandy guffawed out load. "Aint heard that one for a while" She
chuckled.
"She is a slut and wants to expand her horizons. She has been
straight but is willing to try batting for the other side. There
are complicated reasons behind this but if you want to play she
needs teaching. I think you would be a good teacher. Now you have
some choices." I took a sip of my drink ready to launch into the
next part.
"You in on this?" She asked.
"Hhmmm. Not really. I am happy to watch. I may play but this is
more about her than me."
"Ok. Prefer pussy myself but have had the odd dick. Not as much
fun tho'."
She smiled. "So about my choices."
"Right. One you could just use the ladies room here or an alley.
Quick, simple, low risk."
Mandy hardly blinked. I bet she had done such quickies in the
past. Helen looked at me and gulped.
"Two. Your place." I held a third finger "Three. Our place. But
it is twenty minutes drive. I would want you blindfolded there
and back. And I would probably not give you a lift back until the
morning. We could be abductors. Who knows what could happen. But
if you come over. She..." I pointed to Helen. ".. is yours until
breakfast time tomorrow. Higher risk but possibly higher rewards.
Your call."
"Jeez. Decisions." She finished her bottle. "And you want to
watch?"
"Yes. Mostly to keep my lady safe. But also to see that she is
learning what I want her to learn. And because I have never
actually seen two girls getting it on in the flesh. Well not
outside of a posed club I mean. Yeah. I would like to keep an eye
on things. And hey. I might learn something as well."
"hmm. Ok Your place. I'm in. Gotta be at work by nine."
"Near here?"
"Near here." Mandy replied.
Before we got to the car I used Helen's blindfold on Mandy and
led her to it, buckled her in and drove. I did not take the
direct route and went round one block twice but it was still less
than twenty minutes. I unbuckled both ladies and Helen & I led
Mandy down to the playroom. I set some music playing and started
the cameras before removing Mandys  blindfold.
She blinked for a moment then looked around.
"Jeez. Nice toys. You guys doooo have fun doncha?"
She dropped her handbag on a nearby chair, slid her jacket off
and lay it on top. She wondered over to some of the furniture and
ran her fingers over some of the pieces.
"Wow, I would love to bring some of my friends to play with this
little lot." She stroked the big X. "Now Jess could have fun with
this baby."
She wondered back. "Ok so how do you guys want to play this?"
I sat in one of the padded chairs by the door.
"For various reasons Helen needs... WANTS to learn how to please
another woman. How much you please her is secondary to her
learning. Do what you want, provided it leaves no marks. But tell
her what is good and what is bad. If it helps I can add some
incentive. But I would rather not."
"Incentive?"
"Oh I can persuade Helen to do her best. I would say I would
spank her but you probably guess that she would rather like that.
But I do have other tricks up my sleeve."
"Such as?"
"Oh probably orgasm denial. Exhibitionism. Something a bit more
uncomfortable. But in this I would prefer her to put her heart
into it for it's own sake. Actually I think she is quite keen to
learn, arn't you dear?" I looked at Helen.
"I don't think you could or would persuade me against my will.
But this I choose to do. I want to stretch the envelope a bit. It
can't do any harm to learn can it?"
"That's my girl."
I turned back to Mandy. "You girls talk and get comfortable. I
going to gets some drinks. Want anything?"
"Bud?" Asked Mandy.
Helen merely nodded.
I trotted off to get the drinks and check the cameras.
I could see the girls talking and loosening their clothing.
When I returned they were sitting on the settee holding hands and
chatting.
I handed over the drinks and suggested that Helen visit the
bathroom and remove the toys and get ready for our guest, when
Mandy jumped in.
"Hell no. I wanna have some fun with that stuff. Jeez that is so
damn horny. I wish I had more friends with your imagination. The
world could do with more fun like that for sure."
"Ok." I handed Mandy the control. "There are some sterile alcohol
wipes in the cupboard here." I pointed to the small storage
cupboard we had by the door.
"More toys here."  I opened a drawer.
I backed off and hid in the corner.
In between sipping their drinks Helen and Mandy kissed, held
hands and just looked at each other. It was a while before Mandy
reached out a stripped Helen down the the cincher and bra. She
spent some time tugging at Helens nipples poking proudly through
the holes in her bra.
I watched as the girls touched and kissed and gradually moved
over to the bed. From there I could hear the occasional moan, or
"yes" mostly from Mandy.
The girls ended in a 69 on the bed with Mandy on top. After a lot
more "Yes" es and a few "oh God"'s Mandy was sitting on Helens
face and shaking. Pawing at her own breasts. Some minutes later
She screamed "Oh yeah."  and fell to one side. "You're a good
little pussy licker." The girls lay and cuddled for a while still
playing with each others bodies. I quietly slipped upstairs to
get more drinks. Mandy was enjoying playing with the remote
control of Helen's vibrators and seemed to be indulging in my
favourite trick of bringing Helen right to the brink of orgasm
then turning the motors down to remove the final stimulation that
might take her over the edge. By the time I got back down the
girls were in a 69 again with Helen on top. This time they took
longer and it must have been twenty minutes before Mandy screamed
out her orgasm.
I let them recover before walking over to hand the girls a drink.
I thought they probably needed them by then.
They lay still touching and smiling. And accepted the drinks with
a smile. I thought I ought to feel jealousy, but was surprised
that that didn't seem to be the case. I did have a raging harden
in my trousers that by now, was really hurting.
I stood by the bed admiring the naked Mandy and the near naked
Helen. It was an incredibly horny sight.
I did not say anything as I wanted the girls to sort themselves
out. Helen nearly finished her drink before she spoke.
"Are you alright sir?"
"Yeah just horny watching you guys have fun." I half joked.
"Oh poor sir. Do you need relief?" Helen was already getting off
the bed and undoing my trousers before I had time to reply.
She kissed me deeply, tasting of a strange flavour, that I guess
was Mandy's pussy juice, while her hands released my stiff dick
from my trousers and underwear. She gripped the stiff pole and
slid her hand back and forwards a bit before kneeling down and
taking it in her mouth.
Mandy sat up to watch, running a long elegant finger up and down
the open wet slit of her pussy. She had bigger inner pussy lips
than Helen. Large and wrinkly, like a flower, but soft and they
twitched as her finger slid over them.
I was too horny to last long and Helen had become quite an expert
at either keeping me on the edge for a long time or releasing me
quickly when needed. This was one of the quick release times, and
I soon spurted with relief into her hot, eager mouth. Helen
stroked my dick and sucked until I was drained and the aching
subsided.
"Thank you dear." I said, stroking her hair.
"Thank You Sir!" She said quietly.
Mandy was still stroking her pussy lips, and my dick started to
harden again. But this was not the time to interfere. Another
time maybe. That would be a fun night, I thought.
I pulled away. "You girls get back to playing and having fun."
"Yeah! Come on you sweet little slut. Get that tongue of yours
back to work." Mandy drawled. "I've got a long way to go before I
AM satisfied."
Helen stood and crawled up the bed to kneel between Mandys legs.
"Lets see you pulling on that dong of yours girl. I wanna see you
pounding your pussy."
Helen masturbated with the dildo while Mandy twidled with the
control. Giggling when Helen lost control of her rhythm.
I turned away and left the girls to it. I did not want to stay
and watch, so went upstairs and busied myself with school work
and just keeping an eye on the cameras occasionally.
I must have nodded off at the desk, because I suddenly woke with
an aching neck to find it getting light outside. On the monitor I
could see the girls were asleep in each others arms on the bed.
Sweet.
I checked the time and decided I did not have enough time to go
back to bed before having to drive Mandy to work. I made myself a
strong coffee to wake myself up as I hunted for something to eat.
On the laptop I flicked through the videos of the playroom and
ran it at speed to check on the girls. It looked like they had
been going strong for most of the night. They had a few rests,
and Helen must have snuck upstairs for drinks at one point, while
Mandy explored downstairs and discovered some more of my toys.
Quite late on in the night Mandy took a turn at spanking Helen.
They seemed to manage to adapt a harness into a double dildo and
Mandy fucked Helen over the stool. Then they were back to the bed
and 69ing or playing with vibrators for hours.
I checked the time and made up a tray of coffee, various eats for
breakfast, and took it down to the sleeping beauties.
The smell of pussy hit me as I opened the door to the playroom.
They must have had a great time.
I dragged a bench over to the bed and put the tray down, then
woke the girls up. They did not want to wake up as they had
hardly slept at all.
I almost had to pour the coffee into them to get them to move.
They drank ate and began to look a bit less like zombies.
When I mentioned the time, Mandy asked for one last licking
before going to work.
Helen gave it her best and Mandy was soon grabbing Helens ears
and coming all over her face.
The girls finished their coffee while grabbing clothes that were
scattered around the floor and furniture of the playroom.
"Well I have to say that was fun." Mandy announced, grabbing her
bag. "I'm gonna have to find a quiet job at work today. But Shit
it was worth it. That sure scratched the old itch some."
I held out the blindfold.
"Don't you trust me?"
"It is not a question of that but more to protect someone else."
I evaded.
"Ok. Go on."
I applied the blindfold and Helen & I escorted Mandy to the car.
She sat quietly in the back with Helen alongside. When we were
well on the way I signed to Helen to remove the blindfold.
"Where to?"  I asked.
Mandy gave me directions to the office where she worked.
"Any chance of a re-match sometime?" She asked.
"Maybe." I paused for thought.
"So did my little slut learn much?"
"Hell yeah. I mean she wasn't bad to start with. She has a
natural touch. But shit she got good real fast. Yeah. Any time
you guys wanna play, gimme a call."
"Got an email address we can contact you on?"
"Sure!" She retrieved some paper from her bag and wrote it down
for Helen. I dictated my own which she took and filed away.
Moments later we stopped by her workplace. She gave Helen a long
passionate kiss and was gone.
We headed for home. Only then did I ask Helen how she enjoyed it.
"It was fun. She was good about telling all the things she likes
and doesn't like, then we moved on to some of the things her
girlfriends like and don't like."
"Anything you don't like?"
She thought for a moment and blushed as she said "Not really."
Realising the implications.
"You really are a delightful slut. My sweet little sex toy."
As soon as we were home we actually just went to bed and caught
up with some sleep.
I woke in time to make afternoon lectures while Helen went to the
pool with Kitty.
Boring.
Even after visiting a nearby sex shop to buy yet more toys I
still arrived home to an empty house.
Interesting.
My turn to cook I guess.
I viewed the rest of the vids from Sunday night, did a little bit
of editing to cut the crap and filed the rest under "Keep for a
rainy day."
Helen arrived home just as I was getting concerned.
We kissed and she stripped at the door
"You Ok?"
"Yes great."
"Hungry?"
"Not really I had a late lunch with Kitty at the pool cafe, that
rolled into tea break and lots to drink. I am fine."
"In that case some preparation. Then you can tell me everything
while I eat."
"Yes Sir." She looked down in submissive mode, knowing
preparation meant some sort of playtime.
I had fun putting Helen into quite a severe bondage that left her
pussy free to play with. Once done I carried her back from the
playroom and placed her like an ornament in the centre of the
table. Once I had my food and sat, I instructed her to begin.
Because of her laid back, tied up position, all Helen could do
was stare at the ceiling and talk to me, while I had fun playing
with her pussy as I ate.
Kitty had been surprised at Helen's costume and kept staring at
her. Helen had not really paid any attention to the swimsuit
itself until she realised that quite a few people in the pool
were paying her rather a lot of attention. At first she tried to
keep herself submerged to minimise the exposure. Then when she
had thought about it, she guessed that It was me that had
modified the suit. She understood that it  meant she was supposed
to enjoy it. From then she started to relax and find ways to
expose herself and tease some of the folks that were paying
attention. Then she had started to have fun, and found that was
embaressing Kitty. I had already proved that Helen had an
exhibitionist streak, that she had tried to hide, but once she
relaxed she had got quite turned on by all the attention.
They had swam, talked, swam some more until Helen ached. They got
dressed and found a quiet corner of the cafe where they had
talked although Kitty did most of the talking. She let a whole
mess of problems and hang-ups spill out and Helen just held her
hand and let her get it over with. The more Helen accepted and
still held Kitty's hand, the more Kitty poured out. They stayed
there until the place closed, then they talked in the car as
Kitty drove Helen home.
Helen was surprised when, as they said goodbye, Kitty had held
Helens hand thanked her for being such a good friend and given
her a peck on the cheek. Only it was more than just a quick peck.

Helen kissed Kitty back and invited Kitty over for the afternoon
on Wednesday after she had her morning sleep following a night
shift. Kitty had agreed.
All was set.
Helen was happy.
I continued playing with Helens body as I ate. But had to take a
break as I cleared away.
I spent the next hour playing with Helen, fucking and playing
again, until a tired but happy girl went off to work.

When I arrived home from work on Wednesday Kitty's sports car was
outside. I let myself in quietly. I wondered briefly why my alarm
had not gone off. But as I walked into the house I heard noises
coming from the living room. I peeked round the corner to see
Helen between Kitty's legs and Kitty groaning and crying out.

I felt smug. That was certainly one barrier gone.
All good things work out in time.

I made myself a drink and settled into a corner with my laptop to
watch and listen. Helen must have brought Kitty to three more
orgasms before Kitty caught her breath and begged her to give her
a break. The two girls cuddled and kissed, completely ignoring
me. They still cupped and stroked each others breasts, tweaked
their nipples and kissed both lightly and more passionately in
turn. Obviously keeping each other warm. The tempo increased
until Kitty climbed on top of Helen and they got into a 69 and
licked at each other until they were both gasping and crying out.

That was such a horny sight.
Kitty had a really pretty trim pussy with a tiny strip of blonde
hair, delicate lips but a huge clit. Helen was licking and
nibbling it eagerly. Kitty was obviously enjoying it.
When I checked my email there was a message from Mandy thanking
us for the other night. I replied with a description of what I
was watching and a brief explanation of why. And thanking her for
helping make it possible. I mentioned no names.

I kept out of the way that occasion. Helen kissed a much happier
Kitty goodbye, then came to me and we fucked all over the house.

Helen continued meeting Kitty and Kitty became more bold and
explorative. She was getting comfortable with the realisation of
her lesbian tendencies.
They always met without me being there, but I started to be less
quiet as I came home to let them know I was around, until Kitty
got quite used to me being around, but was not comfortable with
me getting involved.
After some weeks we were able to meet Kitty together at a bar. We
chatted for a while, though I tended to try to keep my distance
and let Helen do more of the work.
The next time we met like that, Kitty came back to our place and
she and Helen made love whilst I served them drinks and mostly
stayed in the kitchen working.

Helen talked to her about their relationship and gently explained
that they could not be a permanent feature. Kitty realised this
but still wanted to be friends.
We decided to try expanding things.
A few weeks or so later after several emails to Mandy we arranged
to meet in the same bar on a Saturday night, this time with Kitty
as well.
Mandy was her usual brash self and as we suspected took to Kitty
straight away. Kitty was a bit more hesitant, Partly I guess in
admitting to someone else her lesbian leanings. However after a
few drinks and we were all warmed up and chatting I suggested
moving on to the playroom.
"Do we all get blindfolds?" Mandy joked.
"If you want?" I joked back. "But now that we trust you I will
let you off."
It was hardly necessary. Three girls together in the back seat
had hands all over each other. They wouldn't have noticed much
where they were.
Mandy enjoyed Helens ritual of stripping by the front door, but
once in the playroom all the girls started to relax and loosen
their clothing, while I fetched drinks. I also stacked a few
bottles of beer, water and fruit juice by the door for later.
It did not take long for the girls to get naked and sprawl across
the bed.
I left the cameras rolling again before semi-stripping myself and
getting in a position to watch and join in as needed.
The ladies were soon in a triangle each between one anothers
legs. There was lots of licking, slurping and moaning. Kitty was
working on Helen, Helen on Mandy and Mandy on Kitty. I guess with
Mandy being the expert she soon had Kitty gasping and screaming
out, leaving her with no breath to keep going on at Helen. I took
the opportunity to relieve the tension and joined in. It did not
take much to get Helen to the side of the bed so that I could
enter her from behind. She was already very warm and wet and so
near that within a few strokes she had a small orgasm and by the
time I had pounded her for five minutes and reached my own climax
she was grunting into Mandys mound. Her screams muffled by Mandy
clamping her legs tight together.
Satisfied for the moment, I left the girls to it for a while.
They reached a satisfied point where that had all had several
climaxes and took a break.
Mandy asked if she could "Watch Helen getting whatever it was we
did on that stool thing in the middle."
It sounded like a good idea to me so I ordered Helen onto it and
cuffed her wrists and ankles in place, leaving her bottom higher
than the rest of her body, available both to be flogged or
entered.
I used a heavy flogger with wide, long leather tassles. This one
I liked because it made a comforting smacking noise. It sounded
impressive but gave a good spread of pain. It warmed the bottom
up quickly but didn't leave marks. It was also well balanced so
swung well in the hand.
I draped the tassles over Helen several times, lightly tickling
her, before drawing back and thrashing it across her butt. Her
body jerked but she kept quiet.
I waited to let the tension build. The second shot was lower down
striking some of the stool but driving Helens body forward. Her
buttocks quivered rythmically. I continued changing position and
thrashing her further up her back and down her thighs. Once I had
laid a good grounding of pain and most of her body had a dull red
glow I stepped the pace up a bit and put more force behind the
shots and a bit more speed. The flogger was balanced nicely to
allow it to whirl freely in my hand like a propeller. Whoosh,
Whoosh, Whoosh.
Down across her bottom in quick succession.
Helen was grunting and moaning. Kitty and Mandy were half sitting
on the bed holding each other almost immobile.
I changed the pace again and gave a few minutes of light slaps
that didn't do much more than tickle Helen. This gave her a few
minutes for the existing heat to spread and the pain hormones to
spread. Then I upped the pace again, hard full body lashes that
had Helen 'Yipping' until I saw her shudder. And go limp. I
stopped and stroked her head.
She was out of it for a while.
I had not had the time to give her a good whipping for a quite a
while.
I released her and held her in my arms until she came round and
smiled at me. "Fuck me now" she whispered.
I was happy to oblige and quickly took my place at the back of
the stool. I was soon gripping Helens hips and thrusting away at
the back. The release earlier had reduced the tension, so I was
able to keep going for quite a time. At least long enough to feel
Helen have at least two small orgasms before we came together.
"Oooh that was good." She mummered.
I had to agree.
I had enjoyed playing with Helen and seeing the two naked girls
still cuddling each other to Helens side just added an extra
spice to the occasion.
I lifted Helen off and lay her on the bed next to the other
girls.
"Are you alright?" Kitty asked with concern in her voice.
"Hmmmmm wonderful" Helen purred. "hmmmmm just wonderful."
She had a big cheshire cat grin.
I handed a bottle of lotion to Kitty. I explained that It was a
skin care product that helped reduce the likelyhood of damage.
Kitty and Mandy both happily applied it to Helens back and legs
and much more of her body than really needed it. By the time they
had finished Helen had come at least twice more and was purring
like a kitten with the cream.
"If your going to purr like a kitten then you could at least play
with Kitty's pussy." Kitty joked and sat open legged in front of
Helen.
In a slow lazy way she started licking and sucking.
While the girls busied themselves Mandy asked to use the toilet.
I pointed her in the direction of the commode.
"Kinky." She raised her eyebrows and smiled but sat and used it
without comment.
Mandy then sat next to me to watch. She looked as if she was
ready for a cigarette. But made no request.
After a while she said. "Fancy showing me some of your kit. I'm
intrigued."
I started on the far wall with the X-frame.
"Sturdy. Does support the user to some degree. And these eye bots
on the back mean you can fix at any point. On the hooks here we
have Wrist cuffs, Elbow cuffs. Shoulder cuffs. Waist straps,
Thigh cuffs, Knee cuffs, and Ankle cuffs. Here we have Breast
harnesses, Waist and Body harnesses. You can immobilize or
restrict any or all parts of the body.
In the middle is a fixing for this stand." I pulled out a metal
rigging.
"Looks like something from a lab." Mandy said.
"Indeed. Adapted from a retort stand. These clamps can hold a
variety of dildos or vibrators. Vaginal, and or anal. Small,
medium or large. My favourite is the wand."
"Wow." She responded. Impressed.
"Here we have a different spanking stool. This was a cheap early
one. Not much more than a saw horse with a padded top. The one in
the other section is more flexible...  Here we have a selection
of floggers. Small handled, large tail, small tail. A good mix.
Here ropes. Cotton, Hemp and Silk. These are polypropelene. Not
to be used on the body but usefull for suspension. They can
support up to two tons."
"What do you mean?" Mandy looked curious.
"Well a couple of weeks ago I had Helen in a severe Shibari."
"What's a Sheebar thingy?"
"Shibari. It is a Japanese rope art. Quite formal. Very
decorative if done properly. But very restrictive. I had Helen in
a full rope body harness. Ankles to back of knees. Arms crossed
behind her. Wrists tied to ankles. Cross body ropes. Ropes tight
on the breasts. Ropes on nipples. Ropes pinching labia. Etc. Then
I used the ring bolts in the wall and ceiling to hang her in the
air. Her crotch conveniently at mouth height and her mouth
conveniently at crotch height."
"Sounds fun." Mandy giggled at the mental picture.
"And quite hard to set up and get right. At the end the only part
of her body she could move voluntarily was her tongue. And
naturally I did not give her much choice of the use of that."
"No. I can see that."
"Hard work. But she came about twenty times in the two hours of
play."
"Awesome." Mandy sounded impressed.  "What's that?" She asked
poiting to a beam of wood.
"A variation on the Indian Horse. The beam is hinged to the wall
at one end and hooked over a pulley in the ceiling at the other."
I pointed these things out.
"The rope goes through the pulley and then usually tight to the
victims hand or other part of their body. It should be tight when
the beam is tight between the legs so that they are just not
quite comfortable. Then when the victim is spanked or whipped it
is up to them if they move. But if they do it is their own fault
that it increases the discomfort."
"Nice touch." She smiled.
"There are a number of variations. Fitted vibrators for any
orifice. Stiff bristled brushes for front or back. Oh. Whatever
the imagination can conjure up to fit the circumstances. It is
one of my favourites when I want to remind Helen of her place. It
works a treat."
I smiled and walked over to the cupboard.
"Moving on. In the bottom drawer here we have more. Paddles,
bats, crops, canes, whips, tawses. As well as what I call
pervertables. Every day objects with more than one use. Wooden
spatulas, plastic spatulas, fish slices etc.
In the middle drawer here we have the vibrators and dildos. For
every orifice. Solid, static, vibrating. And nipple clamps,
including these vibrating nipple clips. Fun but not very
practical."
Mandy snorted a suppressed laugh.
"In the top drawer are tongue depressers, wipes, lotions and
potions, latex gloves, condoms, alcohol sterilisers etc."
"Amazingly well equipped."
"When you get a moment you might want to try doing something to
Kitty on the X." I suggested.

We looked back to the bed where the other girls were dozing in a
post sexual high.

"I was hoping to have a play. Kitty you say? Interesting." She
looked sideways at me.
"And if I might make a suggestion." I reached out. "Try this." I
handed her a riding crop.
"Fibre glass core for strength and flexibility. Leather wrapped ,
with a padded leather end." I point to it. "...and a three inch
leather tail. "Good pain at the contact point with a strip of
pain that can wrap round the side of the body. Easy to strike or
flick. Useful for beginners." I suggested at her unspoken
question.
"Thanks. You sound like a salesman."
"hmmph. Selling my particular brand of kink maybe. But no! More
concern for you and your intended victim. BDSM is an art form. It
is easy to get things wrong and cause unintended pain. A novice
may say 'Surely pain is the point?' But it is the correct
application of pain that is important, both to the sub and the
Dom. There are VERY few true masochists. Most subs enjoy the
effect of certain types of pain. They enjoy the stimulation, the
attention, their own hormonal response. They are adrenalin
junkies. They may gradually extend their sphere of pain sources.
But almost nobody enjoys true pain. Damaging pain. On a separate
note, you should suggest Kitty drinks this grapefruit cocktail to
calm her nerves a bit before you start." I handed her a small
glass with yellow liquid in it.
"It will work wonders, and you'll both be all the better for it."
 Of that I was quite certain as it contained another dose of the
mood enhancers and hypnotics that Mike had been developing and I
had modified.
"If you blindfold her, and it can enhance the mood, then make use
of the senses of hearing and smell. Talk a lot. And whisper. Tell
her things you are going to do, even if you are not. Maybe a bit
like pillow talk during sex. You know 'Enjoy this' or 'I'm going
to do that. Etc.' Part of the mood comes from mind games. And
don't forget smell. Putting it rather bluntly. Use the sweat from
your armpits or liquid from between your legs if you can, on the
nose or lips. We ignore smell far too often."
"You sound like an expert."
"In a way I am. An expert at this kinky life. But also a
scientist. I know a bit about hormones."
"Hmm interesting. Anything else the cold minded scientist with a
warm heart would like to teach me?"
I was taken back for a moment by the comment, but realised it was
pretty close to the truth.
"Oh yes lots. But maybe later."
The girls were stirring and Mandy went to join them. She cuddled
on the bed for a while, paying a lot of attention to Kitty.
It wasn't very long though before Mandy had persuaded Kitty to
let her tie Kitty to the X-frame. She used the Wrist cuffs, and
ankle cuffs. She adjusted the stand to press the magic wand to
touch the front of Kitty's mound but did not yet turn it on.
She started with playful slaps across the bottom and a few flicks
with just the tail. Kitty looked over her shoulder.
"Not so bad. Ok."
Mandy took the approval to go further.
She slapped a bit harder and produced a series of red stripes
from Kitty's knees to the small of her back.
Kitty winced or sucked her breath a few times but did not give
in.
It was at this point that Mandy let her have a short break and
gave her the drink.
When they resumed Mandy stood further back and used just the end
of the crop to flick lightly right down Kitty's back buttocks and
thighs. Kitty closed her eyes but was smiling as if she was
enjoying it. Once she reached the knees Mandy went back to
whacking Kitty with the crop mainly across the bottom but at the
same time started the motor on the magic wand that was pressed
hard against the front of Kitty's mound. Kitty jerked and shook
at the change, or at least as much as she was able to given her
restriction.
It was not long after that Kitty was shaking and moaning and
grinding her pelvis as much as she could and five or ten minutes
later was screaming as one orgasm after another swept over her
again and again. It just seemed to keep going so Mandy kept going
as well, not letting up at all. It seemed that Kitty had been in
on e constant climax when she managed to pant in a hoarse
whisper. "Please. Stop. Please I'm going to die. Please."
We all of us chuckled, but Mandy immediately stopped and switched
off the wand. She left Kitty hanging on the X-frame for support
but pressed her own naked body full length against the red hot
back of Kitty, letting her hands run gently over the reddest
areas while Kitty caught her breath.
I had let Helen watch but now I needed relief and the slightest
signal from me Helen had swivled round on her knees and started
suck on my aching stiff dick.

That proved to be another successful evening. Mandy had released
Kitty and lay her on the bed to apply lotion across her back and
incidently bring her to yet another orgasm with her clever little
fingers. We pretty much collapsed and dozed where we were, woke
briefly at various times and started again. Until in the early
hours of the morning, stiff sated and all smelling like a turkish
brothel we had a shower together and fell into bed to sleep.
Helen heard that Kitty and Mandy had met a few times after that
and about a month later had moved in together. Mandy later got in
touch to ask where she could purchase some of the items she had
played with at our place.

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The next day I concentraed on work and went on a hunt to find a
suitable minibus. It took over a dozen visits before I found one
close enough to my idea. It was expensive, especially after I
considered some of the modifications I would need to make. I
wondered then about the possibilities of the Ambulance and the
uses for that. After some thought I went back to the house and
stripped the ambulance down, then used it in part exchange to
help pay for the changes needed. I asked the body shop to modify
the insides of the new van and do a respray so the vehicle was
mainly white. My next call was to a sign writer to get some
magnetic plates made up, that could cover part of the sides of
the van. I wanted one set to look very like a commercial
ambulance, the other set was to advertise mobile hairdressing.
The new minibus could then double as either function depending on
the use I wanted at the time. The next move was going to be a bit
harder. Despite the trade-in I was still short on hard currency.
The part time job and Helens lucrative work for Mrs Van der Megan
helped with cash-flow, but I needed more funds quicker. I decided
the lab would have to go. Now that we had moved further south to
Mrs van Der Megans it was too expensive and too far to travel. I
stripped what I could and finished setting up a lab in the
workshop above the garage. That enabled me to sell Mikes original
lab.



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In some countries around the Mediterranean, as the bride comes
out after the ceremony, friends and family pin sweetmeats and
confections to her clothing, in Italy this is confectionery or
confetti. In England and the US they replace this with tacky bits
of paper they call confetti, which I think shows how shallow they
have become. In many Asian countries the couple are given parcels
of rice to sustain them for the next few weeks. After all, most
newly-weds rarely emerge from their bedrooms, where they are
shagging like rabbits, and need all the energy they can get. In
many parts of Europe, in a practice dating from Babylonian times,
the couple were given honey or mead, for sweetness and sustenance
until the next full moon. Their honey-moon. My Welsh grandmother
called it 'mis męa', the honey month.
Almost a year after I had met Helen I woke with some trepidation
on my wedding day.
Wedding was not really the right word. We were having a ceremony
called "A collaring" or  "a binding" even a "hand-fasting". Our
ceremony was to be all these things.
I had spent some time with Doreen discussing, giving instructions
and suggestions, but it was hardly necessary. She was an
experienced dominatrix. She knew the routines.
The day before the ceremony Helen had gone to stay with my sister
for help and training, and Doreen would escort her to the
ceremony.
It felt strange waking up to an empty bed.
I dressed, in leather trousers with a black silk shirt and high
leather riding boots. I had a leather belt with clips on it, from
which hung two floggers and a small pouch.
I am a Master. I should be in charge, yet I was still somewhat
nervous of performing some of the acts I usually conducted in
private and doing the same things to an expectant audience.

The outside of the hall had few visible signs of anything out of
the ordinary. Inside there were a strange mix of flowers, candles
and wall hangings. I knew that some of the banners were covering
some of the more esoteric equipment and softening the appearance
of usual bondage trappings.
The effect might be considered odd for a wedding but still it was
pleasant enough. Many friends and fellows from the scene came to
shake my hand, congratulate me or offer help. Some wanted to
offer advice or needed their own clarification for the ceremony
itself.
When all was ready the Music swelled to indicate the arrival of
the bride.
I stood at the front facing the audience and watched as Doreen
accompanied Helen up the corridor between the people. Helen was
wearing a simple white cloak that fell to her feet, clipped in
several places in front. She had a simple pair of white sandals
on her feet. Her hair was swept out and decorated with small
white flowers. She looked fabulous.
When she arrived in front of me she knelt with Doreen standing
straight behind her.
As the Music faded out and in the hushed silence the master of
ceremonies walked forward.
"We are all here together today to witness, and celebrate, the
commitment of Helen to Jack.
We start with a few minutes silence where you are all invited to
ponder the significance of commitment. To consider what it means
for a slave to commit themselves wholeheartedly to a Master. What
it means for a Master to accept the service of a slave, and in
turn to commit himself to her. This is not done lightly. It is as
much a commitment for each of them to place themselves in the
hands of the other.
Let us now contemplate in silence."

I did consider it. And I was still nervous.
This was something I had wanted all my life.  For a large part of
that time I never considered it possible. Yet here, now, was my
dream come true.
"Who stands as guardian to this couple?" The Master of
Ceremonies, Tom announced, when the two minutes was over.
"I do." Doreen said stepping forward.
"And have you consulted with Master and slave?"
"Yes."
"And are you convinced that they are both of sound mind. That
they are both entering this joining willingly and freely?"
"Yes I am so convinced." Doreen said her voice clear and firm.
"I now address the slave." Tom continued.
"Helen, do you willingly commit yourself to Master Jack? Do you
surrender you body and your mind to serving him? Will you
consider him first in all your actions and thoughts. Will you
give yourself to him totally and unreservedly? Will you freely
devote your life to him?"
"I do so freely commit myself to him" She replied softly but
clearly enough for it to carry through the silent hall. She
looked up at me with tears forming at the edges of her eyes. She
was fighting with herself to be brave.
"Now to the Master." Tom said as he looked towards me.
"Jack, do you accept Helen as your slave. Will you keep her and
use her?  Will you teach her and train her to fulfil her
potential as a slave. Will you promise not to abuse your power,
but protect her from harm?"
"I do accept her as my slave. I promise to train, care for and
protect her."
As I said this Doreen reached forward round Helens neck and
unhooked the clip at the collar of the cloak. It fell in a puddle
at Helens knees. She was totally naked beneath it. There was a
dramatic chord  from the background music and a few gasps from
the waiting crowd.

I knew Helen would be incredibly humiliated by this. I also knew
she would be beside herself with excitement.
"Will you Helen accept this collar as a symbol that you now
belong to Master Jack.?"
"I accept the collar." Helen replied, her voice quivering.
I leaned forward and placed a slim leather collar round Helens
neck. It was a double layer of firm black leather on the outside
and soft grey suede on the inside with a steel circle through the
middle. The steel ended in a clip at the back.
I clipped the closure together and dropped a small padlock into
the clip and clicked it shut, being careful with my hands so that
it was visible to most of the audience.

The music rose rapidly and the audience burst out clapping, then
quickly faded away.
"Will all those who approve of this joining between Jack and
Helen, now please approach and add your own symbols."
There was a basket full of small ropes on a chair near the front.
People now started coming forward, taking a length of rope and
tying our hand together. Some had brought ropes of their own or
satin strings and other means of tying us together. Some wrote
their names on the rope or cloth strips. Many spoke words of
encouragement and approval as they did so. There was not time for
much more than a word, for the queue was quite long. By the time
they had all filed passed and returned to their seats, our arms
were fully bound together with dozens of ropes.
Tom came forward and lay his hand on the ropes, Doreen did the
same.
"Before these people, in the light of friendship and affection
that we all hold for Jack and Helen, I now pronounce you Master
and Slave. Before these witnesses you have been bound to each
other."
As they withdrew their hands there was another cheer from the
waiting people.
Doreen picked up the cloak and re-clipped it around Helens naked
body.
I clipped a dog lead on Helens collar more for show than
anything, and led her around the room.
Together we circulated amongst the waiting people. We paid
particular attention to some of Helens friends, who had been
invited, but were new to the sort of activities they had just
witnessed. We were keen to re-assure them that Helen was all
right, that this lifestyle really was what she wanted, and that
she actually was enjoying herself.
Most of my friends were familiar with me and with the things they
had seen.
"I still can't believe it is you." One of Helens friends said
with tears in her eyes. She was introduced to me as Susan a
fellow Nurse who Helen had known for a long time and who also has
done shifts for Mrs Van der Megan.
"But then I can't believe you are doing more than one night a
week with that batty bitch. Three months with her and I was ready
to kill someone. I have to tell you I was really scared for you
up there. I nearly ran up and grabbed to help you. That was
really hard to watch."
"You get used to it." Helen said gently smiling and taking hold
of her friends arm in re-assurance.
"And you'll have some fun trying to fly with that round your
neck." Susan pointed to the leather and steel collar.
"I don't really fly much, and I doubt It will be a problem. If it
is, my Master has a plastic one that he will probably swap if
needed."
"You are weird. Yet I could do with a slave like you. I just
imagine having that much power over someone. Wow! I guess I just
never met the right girl." She sounded somewhat wistfull. Helen
had not told me she was lesbian.
"Well look around you here. I'm sure we could find you someone to
fit."  I swept my arm round the room filled with many weird
folks.
Susan chuckled. "I was only joking. I have a wonderful partner at
home. I am not really looking to change that. "
"Why don't you two organise an evening to get together, maybe for
dinner sometime. We can talk more then and bring your partner." I
said pointing to Helen and Susan.
"Oh may I Master?" Helen had a glint of excitement in her eyes.
"Sure! I'm sure we all have lots to talk about. And what with
everything that's been going on neither of us has done much
socialising recently. Sure sort it." I let Helen discuss details
with Susan and stopped a passing waiter to pinch a drink from his
tray.
A few minutes later I picked the end of Helens lead and gave it a
gentle tug.
"Cm'n slut we have people to talk to."
Helen gave Susan a quick hug and followed.
"Wolf this is slut Helen. Slut this is Master Wolf." Helen
lowered her eyes and gave a brief curtsey. The cloak opened as
she did so, revealing her full nakedness beneath. Neither Helen
nor Wolf showed any sign of noticing.
"Jack I am really pleased for you." Wolf said taking my hand in
his massive paws and giving it a shake that could crunch bone.
Wolf was a larger than life character in just about every way. He
was huge. He dressed outlandishly and usually kept three or more
slaves of his own on the go.
He lived in a small shack of a house in the hills. He did odd
jobbing, building, lumbering, and just about anything else. And
none of it using the college degree I knew he had.
"Thanks. So how is the pack these days?" I asked.
"Oh a baying bunch of bitches in heat." He chuckled a the old
crude joke. It happened every time.
"Bettr'n ever at the moment."
"How so?"
"Passed an older slave onto a mate up country and got myself a
new, hot, little bitch. Got rid of a problem over land ownership
and interferin' politishuns. Yup 's good." He took a huge gulp
from his drink. Dainty glasses just didn't fit with this bear of
a man.
"I didn't hear about that. Much of a problem?"
"Well not any longer. Bloody John Bloody Reynard interfering. 
Somehow got wind of me living out back and having three bitches
tied up and tried to shut me down. I bin fight'n him for ages,
then las' month he quit on me. Left me alone. Just as I was set
to kill the guy." He finished his drink in a second mouthfull.
A smile crept over my lips.
"Tell you what Wolf." I leant close and lowered my voice
conspiratorially. "You go mention that name to young Doreen over
there." I pointed towards my Sister, who seemed surrounded by
eager young men and had a naked male slave kneeling at her feet,
whom she was guiding with a crop to his rear.
He raised his huge bushy eyebrows.
I leaned back and winked and moved on round the room.
"Hi there Nikki" I reached out a hand.
"Jack. Old dog. Looking better than last time we met." S/he said.
"Yes well that was a bit of a low point. What are you doing with
life these days? You are certainly looking well." I complimented
he/r.
"Hormones." S/he said simply, and blushed girlishly. "Got a
partner. A Mistress but a bit different. Seems to work. Got over
the problem at work. "
Nikki had a clipped way of talking as if she didn't like
pronouns. He/r accent was also very non regional. I had no idea
where s/he might have grown up as a kid.
Nikki really did look stunning in a tight satin peach dress with
tiny pinched waist and breasts just barely held in place. He/r
skin was glowing and s/he did look fabulous. Any normal bloke
would be keen to get their hands on he/r. Until they discovered
the surprise in the crotch department of course. Unless they
happened to be into that sort of thing. Or maybe s/he had gone
the whole way and had the op. I didn't know.
The first time I had met Nikki he was very badly dressed in
second hand clothes he had borrowed from his sister. We had hit
it off over a drink and I had introduced him to another friend
for guidance and training that had obviously worked. We didn't
really keep in touch but kept meeting at parties and clubs and
meeting mutual friends who often kept us up to date with the
others life.  I was genuinely pleased for he/r.
"Well Nikki meet slut Helen. Helen this is an old friend of mine,
Nikki."
They held out hands and each kissed the backs of the others
hands, then a look passed between them and spontaneously they
stepped closer and hugged. I was glad. They seemed to like each
other.
"Pleased." Nikki said simply beaming at Helen.
Helen blushed under the direct searching gaze.
Hmm interesting. I pondered.
"Who is the Mistress? Do I know her?" I asked.
"Unlikely. Not really into scene. Not really a Mistress, but is
to Nikki." S/he shrugged.
I wanted to know more. Another couple that I needed to invite
round some time.
I took an email address and said we would get in touch.
I was beginning to feel like the parcel in a pass the parcel
game. Every time the music stops drop in someone's lap.
The next couple were Dee and D. She was a slight, boyish but
pretty girl, dressed in a smart black leather trouser suit, that
didn't quite fit. Her medium length dark hair held with a band
that was almost a tiara. The perilously tall and needle thin
stilettos adding inches to her height, still left her fairly
short. He was a taller, dark haired, pretty boy, currently
dressed as a french-maid and with one hand cuffed to her belt the
other cuffed behind him to his own leather belt.  A rope bondage
was wrapped tightly round his upper torsovisible through the see
through white blouse..
"Greetings oh noble Master." Dee teased. She had a cheeky way
about her that I had come to like years before.
"So how's the slut then?" She asked. Direct and cheeky as ever.
"Good! thank you, and if you don't mind your ways you will be
over my knee in a minute." I retorted  in mock anger.
"Yeah right." Dee gave me a doubting look. She was a black belt
at both karate and tai-kwan-do. I would never challenge her even
though she was so much smaller than me.
I looked towards D and was about to speak to him when I noticed
the black rubber ball gag in his mouth.
"Ah." I pointed to D.
"Punishment I'm afraid. Caught him wanking when I had forbidden
it. And then caught him saying a rude word when I punished him."
She looked at him but in such a loving way it was obvious that it
was no punishment at all. "I might let him get a drink in a
minute if he can keep quiet." Dee looked threateningly at her
partner.
I smiled. They had a very deep and loving relationship. They had
been together for years, even before I had met them, and that was
a while ago. They seemed well suited. D was not really a
cross-dresser, but he wore whatever Dee made him wear. This was
probably part of his humiliation. I liked Dee. She was cheeky and
had a wicked imagination.
I remembered a party some time ago when she had been doing a
demonstration using D as the victim and I had learned quite a few
new techniques in the application of pain. She was an expert and
a bundle of surprises.
Here was another couple I wanted to invite round sometime.
I wondered why I had not maintained more contact before this, and
realised, even as I asked myself the question, that I had not
really felt I could. I had been a Master without a slave. As odd
as a fish out of water. These were all friendships that I had
wanted to deepen, yet could somehow not share with or
reciprocate. I had buried myself in my work and lost sight of
what was important. And now I could change that.
I added another entry to my address book.
"Good on you Jacko. 'bout time you got yourself a good woman."
Dee said looking Helen up and down as if studying her for some
modelling job. She reached forward and ran a finger over a red
line where the flogger had marked Helen earlier. Helen shivered
under the touch.
"Suits you." She said looking up at Helen.
"Thank you." Helen looked down demurely.
Dee asked how we met and continued asking lots of quite personal
questions. I was careful not to go into any detail, but answered
in a general sort of way and in turn asked how she and D were
getting on. What was new in their lives etc.
And so it went on round the room.
By now some of the couples were using the facilities. Most folks
were just drinking, socialising and swapping details. Many of the
folks were from different areas of the country so did not know
each other and introductions were going on all over. However
someone was already using the X-frame and flogger. A couple of
guys were having a mutual spanking session over a bar stool in
one corner. Many slaves and subs were already naked or nearly so.
Doreen seemed to be surrounded by a constant stream of people,
mostly men, and I would guess picking up some new clients.
I was glad it was turning out to be a good time for everyone, not
just for Helen and myself.

When we finally made it home we did not take long to get to bed
and had a rather quick bout of love making before falling into
exhausted sleep. We did take longer the next morning.



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The Will & the letter.

Almost six months to the day after Mike had died I received a
note to attend his lawyer for the reading of the will. I had no
idea why it had taken so long nor why I should be invited.
I arrived at the law firms office to find the only other person
there was Karen.
The sleazy looking lawyer read the will to us.
Mike had left his house, car & all contents to Karen. I knew
about Mikes house from years ago and doubted that she would want
to move. There was very little else except his money and that did
surprise me. Mike had left more than $500,000 to each of us.
Where had Mike got over a Million dollars from? I was sorry that
I could not ask him.
I tried to suggest to Karen that when she cleared the house, that
I would be interested in any documents that related to his
research and hoped I might get an invite to look around.
Then the lawyer announced that the last thing in the will were
letters. He handed both Karen and I similar white envelopes.
I opened mine and read.
######
Jack

If you are reading this then it means that I have pre-deceased
you.
I doubt if you remember much from college days. I do. There are
days I wish I could have forgotten. And many days that should
never be forgotten.
I doubt you even remember me existing before that day during
Organic Chemistry 303. Even now I can remember the first lab
session and you said something to a class mate along the lines of
 "You can work with whatsisname, the nerd in the corner." You did
not even know me. Yet you knew all your other classmates. I knew
I was hard to get along with, but that cut me and I hated myself
for the way I was. Then at the next big lab session you were
late. You burst in, slamming the door so that all the tables
shook. You said. "Banged the blonde bitch and won first place in
the rowing team. Yes!" The class cheered for you. Even when the
professor tore you up, you were still so excited that you
couldn't stop grinning. I had to ask who the blonde bitch was.
Barbara Benson apparently. She was the cheerleader that everyone
else wanted, but assumed was lesbian because she was so cold to
all the guys. You got to shag her and yet never went back. (I
digress in mentioning that you then had a string of girlfriends
both at college and afterwards. You never could settle down and
it was a long time before I found out why.)
You had run for ten miles from the boat house in the sun. They
said later that you were suffering from sun stroke and
de-hydration. You were set to help Henry Cavannagh. Swatty Henry
the class guru on Organic Chem.  He was already way ahead of the
rest of us, and doing tests of his own, that even the prof was
struggling to keep up with. You were so damned full of yourself
you got clumsy and dropped one of his flasks and cut yourself in
the process. A few minutes later you fell flat on the floor,
knocking your head and getting concussion. I happened to be the
first to grab you and used a cloth I was holding to staunch the
bleeding and support your head. You opened your eyes briefly to
look at me and then fainted again. I cannot forget the strange
look in your eyes. It was almost... Well I can picture it but not
really describe it. It disturbed me.
You were wheeled off to the infirmary for checks and tests. A few
days later you appeared at my door. You didn't come round to
thank me for saving your life. You could not even remember the
incident. Yet you stayed and talked. You chatted all night long.
You came back the next day. You probably remember me from then.
Later that year you stood by me over the marking scandal. You
saved my life on Windy ridge as I later saved yours on Hells
Peak. We have been the closest of close friends ever since.
But always something bothered me about that day. I determined to
investigate. Swatty was apparently working on some Benzine
compounds while he was supposed to be doing the lab work. I met
him later when he had become research director at one of the big
name pharmaceutical companies. He did some work to enable mass
production of anti-depressants. Yes! The same Benzodiazepine
group that he was playing with in the lab. That was what started
me doing my own research and led me to my own niche. I hope that
I have had time to tell you more before you receive this.
I have read Nietchze, GÖdel and Winston and so many others and
still I am not sure I know the answer. What exactly is free-will?
What is the difference between the concious and subconscious
mind? Were you really my friend because you wanted to be, or
because of the peculiar circumstances.
I believe that circumstances that day conspired against you. But
they conspired on my behalf. You became a true friend. You have
proved yourself to be loyal above all else. Take what I give you
of whatever is left and use it wisely. Use it as I would.

Your friend
Mike
######

I stared out of the window. Millions of people. Walking. Living.
Loving. How many of them had true friends I wondered.
There was never any question of me not doing what he asked of me.

He had given me Helen and he was my one true friend.
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