Love - Is - The -Drug By Nikki Kernovii (MD,(mc),BDSM,M-Dom, F-Dom, Inc, ScFi) ###### 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. ###### Jack Bartholomew ward, St Saviours Hospital, Greenville. Urgent. Take time off. I NEED you. Mike ###### 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 Mike seemed to have become rather withdrawn after his wife had died.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." ################# 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. ##################### 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. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------ 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. ################# 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. ###### 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." ###### 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. ==================================================== ==================================================== 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. ############## 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. ####################### 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. ################### "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. ################### 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. ###### 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. ###### 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. ###### ###### 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. ######