Chapter Five

 

'Can I tell you something?' Angela said, as she finished her main course.

'Of course.'

They were sitting in an alcove of the Kingfisher Restaurant in Holland Park Avenue, gazing out on to the small stone-flagged terrace, where, in the summer, meals were served under big ecru-coloured parasols. Paula had phoned Angela and asked her if she would like to come out to dinner with her, and Angela had accepted with alacrity. It had been three days since her session with Gregory and she was anxious to talk about it. Sally, who had extended the hand of friendship since her first day at Slaughter and Roe and whom she liked and trusted, could hardly be expected to respond well if Angela told her how she seemed to have developed a penchant for bondage and domination.

'I had a little experiment.'

'Another one? Sounds interesting.' Paula was wearing a double-breasted black leather suit over a wine-coloured camisole-style body with scalloped lace trim on its low neckline. Its skirt was tight, with a slit on the right hand side that exposed much of her thigh. For once, she was not wearing stockings. 'So, tell Auntie Paula all about it.'

A waiter arrived at the table. He cleared the plates away. 'Would you like dessert, ladies?' he said. Angela could see him struggling not to look down into Paula's considerable cleavage, the neckline of the body revealing billowing pillows of flesh. She had been struggling not to stare at it herself, for most of the meal.

'Just coffee,' Angela said.

'I'll have that lovely chestnut meringue thing that you do.'

'Mont Blanc?'

'That's it. And coffee. Espresso.' She looked at Angela, who nodded. 'Two espressos. And two glasses of Marc de Champagne.'

'What's that?' Angela asked.

'It's delicious. Made from the pressings of the grapes after they've made the wine. Delicious. And very strong.'

The waiter wrote it all down on his little pad and hurried away.

'So what about this experiment?'

'There was this man I used to know when I lived at home.' Angela wasn't going to bore Paula with the whole story. She'd decided to cut to the chase. 'Well, he phoned me up the other day. I went out with him. I had a sort of instinct about him.'

'About his sexual proclivities?'

'Yes.'

'In other words, you thought he was submissive?'

'Exactly.'

'And was he?'

'Very. If I hadn't seen it for myself with you, I wouldn't have believed it possible. He would do anything. Without question.'

'And what did you get him to do, exactly?' Paula was grinning.

'Oh, I came up with some very interesting ideas.'

'But did you enjoy it?'

'Enjoy isn't really the word I'd use. It was more... fundamental than that. I think I was very naive about sex.'

'Was being the operative word. You seem to be catching up fast.'

'You don't just think it's because of you, do you?'

'Because of me what?'

'This is all very new to me. I didn't even know all this... stuff existed. Now it's all I can think about.'

'So?'

'I just wondered if it was because of meeting you; I mean, seeing those men at your flat...'

'What, you think that was what got you turned on to all this?'

'Something like that.'

'It doesn't work like that, Angie, believe me. You have to have a natural inclination towards it.'

'But I didn't even know about it before.'

'Right. So if you didn't know about it, you could hardly expect it to affect you one way or the other, could you? But sooner or later you were going to stumble across it. There's a lot of books about domination. You could have picked up one of those. It's a bit like a dormant volcano. No one knows what sets it off.'

'Is that what happened to you?'

'No. Actually, I suppose you could say I was lucky. I was just a natural bully. I went to a mixed school. I used to get great pleasure from making all the boys do whatever I wanted them to do. As I got older, I wanted them to do quite a lot of things.' She grinned. 'I got a lot of pleasure out of watching them running around, trying to please me. Then, when I was eighteen, I met this much older guy. He was loaded. I was always big, and I towered over him, but he loved it. He took me out to dinner; then, when he was driving home, he pulled into this lay-by and tried to rape me. Looking back at it I don't think it was a very serious attempt. But I was furious. I dragged him out of the car and used his belt to tie his hands around a tree. I backed up the car so the headlights were full on him, then pulled his trousers down, took a branch and beat his arse until it was red raw. I took the car and drove off.'

'You left him there.'

'Yes. He phoned me the next day. Said it was the most exciting experience he'd ever had in his life and would I do it to him again? Exactly the same thing. The only difference was that this time he offered me fifty quid to do it.'

'And you agreed?'

'Not because of the money. When I got home, that first time, I don't think I'd ever been so turned on. I wanked myself off four or five times. I had to stuff a pillow in my mouth to stop the neighbours hearing the noise I was making. Does that sound familiar?'

'Very. So you did it again?'

'Yes. This time, I came prepared with a hank of rope. I took him to this forest and had him tied over the branch of a tree. I used his belt on his arse. He came in about ten seconds flat. But then I made him go down on me. It was fantastic.'

The waiter arrived with Paula's dessert. He gave her a quizzical look, as though he had heard her last remark.

'Thank you,' she said sweetly.

'My pleasure, madam,' he said.

'And then?'

'Jeff. He was called Jeff. After a couple of months, he introduced me to a friend of his who more or less wanted the same thing. I did them both together. That's how it all started.' Angela watched Paula's face. She was smiling, her big fleshy lips revealing her teeth. Angela shivered slightly as she remembered how that mouth had kissed her.

'And women?' she asked.

'You are in an inquisitive mood.'

'You've had other women before me.'

'Yes.'

'Are you a lesbian?'

'Of course not.' She laughed, then took a large mouthful of chestnut mousse and whipped cream. 'Look, Angela, I've got a very simple philosophy. Anything I enjoy is all right. Anything I don't, isn't. That's all there is to it. The cream had stuck to her upper lip and she wiped it off with her tongue.

The waiter came back with the coffee and marc. He put them on the table without a word.

'I guess it's just that I've had no experience of any of this before.'

'You're certainly making up for lost time.'

'I don't know why I attacked you like that.'

'I happened to be there. You were turned on, that's all.'

'That's what I thought. I'm not sure I'd want to do it with anyone else.'

'Of course you would. If the conditions were right. Having sex with a woman doesn't mean you are going to turn into a bull dyke with short greasy hair and a man's suit.'

It was Angela's turn to laugh. 'Does it mean I get to come home with you tonight?'

'Is that what you want?'

'Last time was so hurried, so needy. I'd like to savour it a bit more. That's not to say I'm not terribly randy.'

'Sounds like a good idea to me. By the way, the last client was terribly impressed. He was really smitten with you. Any chance you'd be interested in a repeat engagement? Same money. You might even like to take a little bit more of an active role, this time.'

'Another two hundred?'

'Yes.'

'God, yes. I'd do it for nothing.'

'Don't tell him that. OK, I'll set something up.'

They finished their drinks and Paula paid the bill. It had been raining earlier but, by the time they got outside, it had stopped and the clouds had blown away. As it was such a short distance to Paula's house, they decided to walk.

'Are you still in the mood to experiment?' Paula asked, as she unlocked her front door.

'Definitely.'

As Paula closed the front door, Angela did what she had wanted to do all evening. She pressed her back against the wall and stood on tiptoe to kiss her full on that rich, sensuous mouth, plunging her tongue between her lips and feeling Paula's rear up to meet it, the two dancing together, hot and wet. Paula's arms hugged her tight, her hands caressing her hands and buttocks.

'Mmm...' Paula said, pulling away. 'Come with me.' She took Angela's hand and led her upstairs. Instead of walking towards her bedroom at the top of the landing, Paula took her to the 'treatment' room door.

'What, are you going to tie me up and whip me?' Angela said.

'There's something else I'd like to try. If you're game.'

'I'm game.'

Paula opened the door then closed it behind them.

'Come here,' Paula said. She pulled Angela into her arms and kissed her again on the lips. This time, it was her tongue that explored Angela's mouth. As their lips crushed together, Angela felt the zip of her dress parting. She was wearing a turquoise blue dress with spaghetti straps and a low neckline that showed a full décolletage.

Paula peeled the straps off her shoulders before breaking the kiss and stepping back.

'Wish I had tits like yours,' she said, gazing at Angela's chest. The dress had been too revealing to allow her to wear a bra.

'Do you?' Angela was surprised.

'You don't have to carry these whales around all day long,' she said, cupping one of her breasts. Paula peeled off her jacket, then unzipped her skirt. She hung both on the back of the door. The wine-coloured body fitted tightly between her legs. It had high-cut legs and a thong back that revealed most of her big oval buttocks, sheathed in sheer and shiny black nylon. The suede high heels she was wearing had low heels, compared to the towering stilettos she wore while she was working, but they still shaped and contoured the muscles of her long legs, and pouted her buttocks.

Angela let her dress fall to the floor. It seemed extraordinary that she could be so casual about taking her clothes off in front of another woman, with the express purpose of having sex with her, but her life had been turned on its head and she felt no guilt or embarrassment. Paula was right, she had decided. As long as she enjoyed it, how could it be wrong? What she had experienced in the last couple of weeks, however kinky and outré, had given her sexual pleasure that was simply a different experience from anything she'd felt before.

'What do you want me to do?' she asked, stepping out of her dress. She was wearing her best black bikini-style panties and sleek, sheer flesh-coloured hold-ups. She had dressed hoping she might end up in Paula's bed.

'Mmm... You look good enough to eat.'

'Thank you. So do you.'

The contrast between the two women was marked. While Paula was dark, with a thick mane of black hair and a big fleshy body straining to escape the tight wine-coloured body, Angela was blonde and comparatively short, with a slim neat body and slender legs.

Paula walked over to the cupboard and opened the door. She took out what looked like a piece of black silk. 'I'm going to blindfold you.'

Angela felt her sex throb sharply. The idea excited her. 'Sounds interesting,' she said, her voice betraying her mood.

Paula folded the silk over Angela's eyes. In fact, it was shaped to fit over the nose and had thick, silky pads on the inside, which pressed down on the eyes and excluded all light. Paula knotted the blindfold at the back of Angela's neck, under her hair.

Angela felt a new pulse of arousal. Being deprived of one sense seemed to crank up the sensitivity of all the others.

'What now?' she said excitedly.

She felt Paula move behind her. The brunette's hand touched her left breast. The touch surprised her and she started. The hand rubbed her already puckered nipple, then moved over to the right breast and squeezed it not at all gently. She felt the silky slickness of the mulberry body pressing into her back, Paula's belly grinding into her hips.

'I really want you,' Paula whispered, her lips so close that Angela could feel them moving against her ear. Paula blew a little gust of hot air into the inner whorls, making Angela shiver. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of Angela's panties and drew them down her legs, until they could drop to the floor of their own accord. 'Step out of them,' she said.

Angela raised her feet. She was wearing her best black court shoes.

'This way.'

Paula took her hand and pulled her forward. She felt the edge of something hard butt against her hip.

'Turn round, then sit up.'

Angela knew the only thing projecting out like this was the edge of the ironing board-type structure. She turned around and lifted herself up on to it, her pulse racing.

'What are you going to do?'

'I want to get at you, sweetheart. This way I can. Lie back now.'

Angela felt her heart starting to beat faster. As soon as she was lying back with her legs dangling over the edge of the board, just as she'd seen the man doing last week, she felt Paula pulling the thick leather belt around her waist.

'I'm going to tie your legs up,' she said.

In her mind's eye Angela could see herself splayed out on the board, her legs raised and doubled back. Her sex would be completely open and exposed. 'Yes,' she said breathily.

She felt Paula's hand gripping her left ankle and pulling it up, then the leather cuff being wrapped around it. She remembered exactly how the man had been bound. She heard the squeaking noise as the rope was wound through the pulley and felt her leg being lifted back above her body and out to the side.

Paula wrapped the second cuff around her other ankle. Again, Angela's leg was lifted into the air. As it rose and was pulled out laterally, her thighs were spread open, and she thought she could feel the lips of her vulva winking open, too.

'Comfortable?'

Oddly enough, she was. The ankle cuffs were padded and supported the weight of her legs and the position was not strained. Her sex was at the apex of her body and all her attention seemed to be focused on it. She could imagine Paula's eyes examining it closely.

'Yes,' she said. She could feel her labia and her clitoris throbbing, a deep thrilling pulse that coursed through her nerves.

'Beautiful,' the brunette said quietly, almost to herself. She raised her hand and ran it along the inside of Angela's thigh. 'So soft, so creamy.'

Angela jerked involuntarily as Paula's finger touched the top of her labia. She felt it burrowing inward. It did not have to travel far to find the button of her clit.

'Oh, God,' she moaned as Paula's finger pressed on it. Whether it was the blindfold or the fact that she was suspended like this with her sex angled up so provocatively, all her senses seemed to have been sharpened; and as Paula circled the little bud of nerves waves of pleasure flooded over her, making her toss her head from side to side in a frenzy of emotion. Already she could feel an orgasm beginning to burgeon, her nerves set alight.

'So needy,' Paula said.

Suddenly she felt a new sensation. Paula dropped to her knees and used her lips to suck at the flesh of Angela's thighs just above her sex. They moved, nibbling and kissing, down towards her vulva.

'Yes,' Angela moaned.

The lips anchored themselves to her labia. Instantly Angela felt Paula's tongue thrust into her vagina. It did not penetrate far but started to circle the sticky wet circumference, producing new shocks of pleasure to add to the ones her clitoris was already prone to.

'You're making me come.'

'Mmm...' Paula said without moving her lips away.

In the blackness behind the blindfold Angela could see Paula kneeling between her outstretched legs, her face pressed to her sex. The image, as much as the physical sensations, made her come. She cupped her hands over both her breasts and strained at the ropes that held her legs so high as her orgasm swept over her, the restraint only increasing the ecstasy, the hardness in every muscle in stark contrast to the melting softness in the centre of her sex.

'Have you ever used a vibrator, sweetheart?' Paula said as she saw Angela's body relax again, hanging limply from her bondage.

'No,' Angela said. She had seen them in the shops in Soho only last Saturday, every shape and size, some curved and sculpted to resemble a real penis, others smooth and torpedo-shaped. Some had been so big she couldn't imagine any woman ever being able to accommodate them; others had been no larger than a little finger. Despite her new-found sexual emancipation, it had not occurred to her for one moment to buy one.

She heard Paula walking across the room. The cupboard door creaked slightly as it opened. Angela's mind was running riot. She imagined her selecting a large gnarled vibrator.

Her footsteps came back across the room. Angela thought she heard a rustle of clothes, the wine-coloured body being stripped away. She heard the rasp of tights being pulled down her long legs.

'I'm going to fuck you now, Angela,' Paula said in a level, rather serious tone of voice.

Almost immediately Angela felt something round and cold nudging into her sex. Her vagina contracted sharply, renewing all the thrills of the orgasm she'd had before, her body instantly revitalised. She felt the object pressing forward, her labia stretching thinly around it. Slowly, inexorably, it pushed into the depths of her cunt, the soft, velvety flesh parting to admit it. But about halfway up there was another shock; a second object was pressing against the small puckered hole of her anus.

'No,' she cried.

But Paula took no notice. As the big broad phallus lanced into her sex, the smaller, thumb-sized dildo underneath it began to push against the muscles of her sphincter, which were clenched and unyielding.

'Please, no,' she said hurriedly. She had never had anything in that hole.

But her body betrayed her. The juices from her sex had run down between her buttocks, making the tip of the small dildo greasy so, as her sphincter gave way, the dildo slid into her rear passage effortlessly.

'Oh, my God.' Suddenly Angela's feelings were transformed.

Her body tensed at the presence of the second dildo, fear momentarily taking over from excitement. But as she felt the two dildoes now sinking deeper into both the passages of her body, she was almost overwhelmed with the sensations of sheer pleasure. She had never had any idea that her anus could be so sensitive but, as the dildo forged forward, she seemed to be able to feel every inch of it, and every inch was generating feelings quite as exquisite as those that were coming from her cunt. They were communicating with each other too, little trills and tremors of pleasure playing between the two, one reinforcing and enhancing the feelings in the other. It was wonderful, really wonderful.

'Paula, Paula, it's so good. I've never, I've never...'

'You've never what, sweetheart?'

'Mmm...' Angela wanted to tell her she had never had anything in her arse and never realised how good it could be, but the waves of pleasure were too overwhelming. Her second orgasm was approaching even faster than the first, like an express train plunging into a long dark tunnel. There was a roaring noise too, as she felt her sex and her anus clutch reflexively at the dildoes that invaded them, and her whole body shuddered.

But it wasn't over yet. Exactly at the moment her orgasm broke, the dildoes started to vibrate, a humming noise filling the room, the soft inner tissues of Angela's body seized by a deep profound oscillation that immediately took hold of her orgasm and raised it by the power of ten. Angela kicked against the ropes, straining against the leather strap that held her down, wanting her body to float like her mind was floating. She was out of control, her orgasm refusing to let go of her. Almost involuntarily, she felt herself pressing down on the double dildoes, wanting to get them deeper, the seat of her orgasm there, in the depths of her, though she could not distinguish between her vagina and her anus any more, the pleasure from both too acute. She wriggled her hips, grinding herself on to the phalluses and crying out as a whole new shaft of sensations were created as a result.

But even in the throes of this extreme passion she heard Paula cry out, and could feel her hips against her upturned buttocks. Her hands were wrapped around Angela's knees, pulling herself forward, and Angela could feel her body shudder, just as hers had done, seconds before.

Eventually, the orgasm ebbed away. Angela reached behind her neck and unknotted the blindfold. She raised her head and looked down the length of her body. Paula was standing between her legs, black leather straps tied tightly around her hips. The straps supported a triangular pad of thick black leather, through which poked the base of a large pink-coloured dildo. As she gently pulled it out of Angela's body, the blonde saw a much smaller dildo projecting underneath it, like the shape of an extended thumb and forefinger.

'There's a little barb on the inside,' Paula said, still a little out of breath. 'It just rubs against the clit.' She shivered again as she said it. 'Feels wonderful.'

'I know.'

 

The spring season of house sales was going well. Angela had personally sold six large flats, two terraced houses and a large detached house in the last two weeks alone, and had buyers interested in five more properties.

She was sitting at her desk in the office at the end of the day, trying to call one of these to confirm if they were actually going to make an offer, when Gary Roe walked by on his way out for the evening. He stopped in front of her desk waiting for her to finish the call.

'No reply,' she said, putting the phone down. 'I think I've got a couple interested in Claremont Road.'

Gary's face lit up. 'Really? That's incredible. We haven't been able to move that for three months. Do they know about the wet rot problem?' He sat in the chair at the side of her desk.

'They've had a survey. Apparently, their surveyor thinks it can be fixed at a reasonable price.'

'So they're going to make a low offer.' His expression changed. 'The vendor just won't accept anything less than the asking price.'

'I know; Josephine told me. And I told them. But they really love the place and I think they're going to offer the asking price.'

'Great! If you sell that house I'll buy you dinner,' he said. 'Listen, I just wanted to say we're very impressed with your work. You've fitted in here really well and you seem to have a flair for the job. I think it's important to tell people when they're doing well.' He jumped to his feet. 'Keep up the good work.'

'Thank you, Mr Roe.'

'Gary.'

'Thank you, Gary.'

'See you tomorrow.'

Gary marched through the plate-glass door opposite her desk and she watched him hurrying down the street.

Angela sat back in her chair and allowed herself to luxuriate in the glow of approval Gary Roe had delivered. Her life had changed completely. With the bonuses she had earned on the sales, her weekly wage packet had increased dramatically, and she was no longer having to scrimp and make do. On top of that, what had happened with Gregory Wilmott had given her new confidence. The incident at the stables had always bothered her, though she had never been quite sure why. Now that had been resolved. She knew and understood everything that had gone on. Not only that, she had used it to her advantage. In a manner of speaking, she had turned the tables on Gregory. From being a source of distress to her, he had become her toy. She smiled. And a very attractive, amusing little toy he made.

But it was not only her feelings for Gregory that were cause for satisfaction. What she had discovered about her strange and complex, and - some would say, of course - perverted sexuality, had helped her come to terms with herself. Sex had always been a chore which, if she were honest with herself, had given her little real pleasure. She had indulged in it because everyone else around her seemed to be having such a good time doing just that, and her failure to achieve anything but the mildest of sensations had disappointed and disorientated her. In fact, she only realised how much this had preyed on her mind and affected her, now that the problem had been so dramatically solved. The suddenness of her sexual awakening had astonished her quite as much as its ferocity and its manner. But the most extraordinary thing of all was that she had come to accept so quickly that her sexuality could be turned on its head and, far from being inadequate in that department, that she was capable, given the right stimulation, of great leaps of passion.

That knowledge had transformed her whole life, giving her new poise and confidence. She had a feeling one of the reasons that she was doing so well at Slaughter and Roe was precisely because the strength and resolve she felt in her sexuality was spilling over into her business life. She had surprised herself in the way she had coped with the idea that she would get pleasure not only from dominating and humiliating men but from women, too. She had taken both in her stride. And that was all part of her feeling of self-satisfaction.

She tidied up her desk and closed her computer terminal down. As she waited for the screen to dissolve, her phone rang.

'Call for you,' the telephonist said brightly. 'Personal.' She put it through without waiting to be asked.

'Hello,' Angela said.

'Angela, sweetheart, it's Paula.'

The sound of her voice made Angela's heart beat faster. 'How are you?'

'Fine. Look, I wondered if you were doing anything tonight. You know that little arrangement we spoke of?' She was obviously being discreet, in case the switchboard girl was listening in.

'Yes,' Angela replied.

'I know it's a bit short notice, but could you make it about seven?'

Angela glanced at her watch. It was six-thirty now. 'I'd like to go home and have a quick shower. I could be there by seven-fifteen.'

'Perfect. See you then.'

Angela put the phone down and smiled broadly. She was just in the mood for an evening with Paula and her client.

 

'Come in. A glass of champagne?'

'Naturally,' Angela said with a smile.

They walked through the sitting room together. The late April weather had changed again and it was now hot and sunny. Paula had opened the big French window onto the small patio outside. Not only was the patio south-facing, the sun bathing it in light, but because of the arrangements of the windows on the buildings that backed on to the house, it was also completely private. On a white cast-iron table was a silver wine-cooler, containing a bottle of champagne swathed in ice, and two tall champagne flutes. There was a set of four cast-iron chairs around the table and a hardwood garden sofa fitted with thick-striped pink and white cushions. The profusion of potted plants that the previous owner had left were all growing rapidly and some were already in flower.

'Sit down,' Paula said, indicating the sofa. 'Isn't it lovely? Just like summer.' She was wearing skin-tight black leather trousers and a loose white silk blouse.

'Glorious.'

'I've got Harriet with me; I hope you don't mind.'

'Why should I mind? Is he here, too?'

'Oh, yes. He's upstairs in the treatment room.'

'Suitably prepared, no doubt.'

'Of course. Harriet, you're required,' Paula shouted loudly, before sitting on the sofa beside her guest. She put her hand on Angela's knee. 'You look great.' She kissed her fleetingly on the lips.

'I feel it.' Angela was wearing a new outfit, a white suit over a white blouse, which she'd bought with last week's bonus. She was wearing white high heels with a little gold motif on the toe. For the last two days she had been visiting a series of houses that were being put on the market and had walked to most of them, and her face had caught the sun in the process, giving it a healthy glow.

But it was not only the lovely weather that was creating a general sense of wellbeing. Paula's presence and the anticipation of what was to come had a lot to do with it.

'Yes, madam.' Harriet appeared from the kitchen. He was wearing a much more pronounced maid's uniform in black satin, with a low cut neckline and a froufrou skirt. The skirt was so short Angela could see the black tops of his fishnet stockings. Apart from his rather solid torso, with little waist, it would have been difficult to tell that he was a man.

'Where have you been?' Paula snapped.

'To the toilet, madam?'

'Did I give you permission?'

'No, madam.'

'Pour the champagne.'

'Yes, madam.'

The man tottered over to the table on his high heels and poured the wine. He brought the glasses over to the table and handed them to the women.

'Cheers,' Paula said, touching their glasses together.

'Cheers,' Angela replied.

'Do you remember Ms Strickland?' Paula asked the man.

'Yes, madam.'

'She's beautiful, isn't she?'

'Very beautiful, madam.'

'Then why haven't you got down on your knees and kissed her feet, you little creep?'

'I'm sorry, madam, I didn't know I had to.'

'Just do it.'

The man dropped to his knees. Angela had her legs crossed, with one foot on the floor. The man pressed his lips to that white shoe.

'Perhaps he'd like to watch us together,' Angela said coquettishly, sipping her champagne. 'That's enough,' she said, snatching her foot away.

'Now, that's a good idea. Would you like that, Harriet?'

'Oh no, madam, please.'

'No?' Paula taunted. She ran her hand up Angela's leg and under her skirt. 'You wouldn't like to see me kissing her pussy?'

Harriet groaned loudly.

'Look at those lovely legs, so slim and slender.'

The man's eyes were riveted to Angela's thighs. Paula had pulled the blonde's skirt up a little and, from his position, he would be able to see right up it to her panties.

'He doesn't seem very appreciative, does he?' Paula said.

'Not at all.' Angela lifted her bottom from the sofa and pulled her skirt higher, letting him see the tops of her champagne-coloured stockings and the clips of her white satin suspenders. She was wearing matching white satin panties.

'No...' he moaned.

'What's the matter with him?' Angela asked.

'Oh, he's on punishment. Show her, Harriet.'

'Please, madam, it really hurts...'

'Of course it hurts. Now stand up and show her.'

Harriet stood up. He lifted the skirt of the dress, and the layers of frilly petticoat that supported it. He was wearing a black suspender belt to hold up the fishnet stockings, but he wasn't wearing any panties. The shaft of his penis was surrounded by a sheath of leather cinched tightly around it by means of tight leather laces, with only the glans exposed at one end.

'A penis corset,' Paula said.

The trouble was that the corset had been laced up while his penis was still flaccid, thus making the slightest engorgement impossible. The sight of Angela and the thought of her with Paula were giving him an erection which was causing him agony, as his blood tried to pump past the unyielding constriction.

Having Angela gazing at him so blatantly was not helping, either.

'Please, madam...'

'This is fascinating,' Angela said, leaning forward to examine the penis corset more closely, quite aware that her breath was playing against the little pink glans that stuck out at one end of the leather. 'I've never seen one before.'

'Please...'

Angela could see his cock twitching, the glans swollen like a balloon while the rest of the shaft remained shrivelled. It must have been agony. But clearly that was exactly what the man had come here for.

'All right, leave us, Harriet. Go up to the treatment room and make sure my other guest is behaving himself.'

'Thank you, mistress,' Harriet said, dropping his skirt and rushing back into the house.

'He really enjoys that?'

'He doesn't really want to be a woman. But being made to wear women's clothes is humiliating and that's the point. I don't know what a psychiatrist would make of it, what happened in his childhood to produce these needs.'

'And the pain?'

'Pain is an aphrodisiac. It's like a drug. The more they have, the more they want. By the time I unlace that thing he'll come in half a second flat.'

Angela finished her champagne.

'Do you want more?' Paula said. She glanced down at Angela's exposed thighs.

'Not at the moment.'

'Shall we go up, then? He has to leave by nine.'

'Fine. What do you want me to do?'

'Whatever you like. You can just watch, but if you want to join in, just help yourself.' Paula looked at her seriously for a moment. 'I really had a good time, the other night.'

'So did I. And if he's gone by nine...'

'Sounds good.' Paula got up. 'Come on, then.'

They walked upstairs. The door to the treatment room was closed. Paula opened it and allowed Angela to enter first.

'Are you waiting for us?' Paula said.

The man was standing in the middle of the room. He was naked but for a pair of black rubber pants and a tight helmet in the same material. The pants covered his belly and buttocks right up to his waist and had a long cylinder attached to the front which sheathed his cock, his erection completely ruling it. His hands had been drawn behind his back and his wrists strapped into leather cuffs, which were held together by a single link chain. His ankles were cuffed too, though the chain that joined these cuffs was almost a foot long. The helmet had holes for his eyes and mouth and a big ball gag distended his lips.

He was staring at Angela intensely, just as he had last time and again, and much more strongly than last time, she had the feeling that she recognised him. She could still not put a name to the mostly obscured face, however.

Harriet was standing in the corner, his eyes cast to the floor. Paula tugged the white blouse out of the leather trousers, unbuttoned it and pulled it off. She was wearing a translucent flesh-coloured bra with a plunge front, that allowed her breasts to spill out over the gauzy material.

'Undo my bra, Harriet,' she snapped.

Harriet immediately moved behind her and unclipped her bra. Her big breasts fell free as she shucked herself out of it.

'You may go,' Paula said. 'Go into my bedroom and wait for me there.'

Harriet looked relieved. 'Thank you, mistress.' He scurried out of the door before she could change her mind, shutting it behind him.

'Well, now, what shall we do with you, now your little friend has arrived?' Paula said, standing in front of the man and allowing her breasts to brush against his chest.

Angela pulled off her jacket. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of it. She took off her blouse, then hung all her clothes on the back of the door. She saw the man's eyes watching her every move. The white satin lingerie was brand new.

Paula went to the cupboard. She took out a small crystal bottle of perfume and dabbed it between her breasts. A heavy, musky smell filled the room.

She came back to the centre of the room and reached up to one of the ropes hanging from one of the pulleys attached to the RSJ just behind the man's head. She pulled the rope down and tied it into the single link on the cuffs at the man's wrists. Then she went to the other end of the rope and pulled it down, making the man's wrists rise into the air, and forcing him to bend forward. When his arms were held up almost vertically behind his back, she tied the rope off to a cleat screwed into the wall.

'That's better,' she said. 'Not a bad specimen, is he?'

Not only were the man's eyes familiar but his body was too, Angela thought. She stared at it. 'Not bad at all,' she said.

Paula's hand caressed the man's rubber-covered buttocks, then slapped them sharply.

'I think I'd like to do that,' Angela said.

'Good. Choose your weapon.' Paula gestured towards the rack of whips.

As she had used the riding crop before, Angela decided on something different: a long thin whip with a tapering lash and a solid brass pommel.

'Aren't you a lucky boy, having Ms Strickland whip you?'

The man shook his head half-heartedly. It was perfectly obvious that he wanted to be whipped.

Angela positioned herself beside him. She remembered how she had whipped Gregory, a few days ago. She was feeling the same arousal as she had then.

She hesitated, looking at Paula.

'Go ahead,' said Paula, winking. 'He's all yours.'

Angela stroked the man's upturned buttocks. The rubber was warm to the touch. The man squirmed and moaned as her hand snaked down between his legs. She could feel his balls trapped under the tight rubber and prodded them with the tip of her finger. He moaned again.

She raised her arm and brought the whip whistling down on his arse. He cried out aloud as it cut diagonally across his buttocks.

'Does the rubber deaden the pain?' she asked Paula.

The man shook his head vigorously.

'Apparently not,' Paula said.

Angela raised her arm again. As the thin lash of the whip sliced across the man's buttocks, she felt a now familiar pulse of excitement. The man's body was bound and vulnerable, just as Gregory's had been, and he was totally in her control. The rubber prevented the flesh vibrating as it had when bare, and she missed seeing the red weals appear across the white flesh, but it was still arousing.

Thwack. Thwack. The man tried to cry out through the gag on both strokes, and wriggled his buttocks from side to side, as if trying to fan them with air.

Angela moved up behind him and rubbed her hand teasingly against the black rubber. She reached down between his legs and took hold of his rubber-sheathed erection, pulling it downwards. It was hot and very hard. Angela knew exactly what she wanted now.

'Can I do what I like?' she asked Paula.

'Of course.'

Angela let his cock go. It sprang up, hitting his belly.

'Let's cut him down, then.'

Paula went to the cleat and unwound the rope. As his arms were lowered the man made a long low moaning noise, the cramp in his shoulders obviously extreme.

Angela took hold of his arm and guided him over to the double bed. 'Lie on your back in the middle,' she said.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, then squirmed over to the middle of the black sheet that covered the thin mattress, his arms held awkwardly under his back. Seeing him lying there reminded her of Gregory. He had the same sort of hair on his chest.

Angela pulled down her panties. It was not so long ago that she would have been embarrassed to do this in front of a woman, let alone a totally strange man, but now it appeared perfectly natural.

'I'm going to have him fuck me,' she said.

'Good idea.' Paula was watching her intently, with the flicker of a wry smile on her lips.

Angela knelt on the bed beside the man and took hold of his rubber-covered phallus. She would not have been so keen to have him inside her if he had not been so well protected. She had to remind herself that, for all her intelligence and understanding, Paula was still a prostitute and this man was her client. She squeezed his glans cruelly between thumb and forefinger and felt his whole cock throb and jerk forcefully.

Just as she had with Gregory, she threw one leg over his body so that she was straddling his hips. It was, she decided, glorious to be able to set her own agenda when it came to sex. All the ghastly fumblings and indecisiveness of the past had been replaced by an absolute determination to take whatever she wanted. Perhaps, in the end, that's what the desire to totally dominate came down to.

'Let me help,' Paula said. She unzipped the leather trousers and wriggled out of them. She was wearing a pair of high-cut panties in the same flesh-coloured translucent material as her bra, her dark pubic hair visible underneath.

Paula knelt on the bed beside Angela, reached behind her back and took his cock in her hand. She leant forward and kissed Angela's shoulder, pressing her big breasts into her back. 'You're quite a turn-on,' she whispered into her ear.

Lowering herself slightly, Angela felt the brunette nudge the tip of his glans into her vagina. She used it like a dildo, moving it up until she found Angela's clitoris, then rubbed it from side to side.

'Does that feel good?'

'Lovely.' Angela looked at the man. His eyes were staring at her, hungry with need, his body bowed up towards her because of the position of his arms. She reached behind her back and unclipped the white satin bra, then leant forward so the cups fell away. She pulled her arms out of the shoulder-straps then dropped the bra on his chest. Almost immediately Paula cupped her breast in her free hand, pinching the nipple. Seeing this made the man's cock jerk wildly, almost escaping from Paula's grip.

'He likes watching us,' Paula said. 'Perhaps we could blindfold him; mustn't let him have too much pleasure.'

'No. Let him watch.'

Paula pulled the man's cock back to the mouth of Angela's vagina. It immediately coated the black rubber with her juices, her quim literally dripping with liquid.

'You're very wet,' Paula said.

'I know. I can feel it.'

Slowly Angela lowered herself onto the phallus, while Paula held it steady. She caught her breath as she felt it sliding into her, as broad and as hard as Gregory's cock had been. But the rubber felt different, so smooth and sleek that it was featureless, the contours of the man's phallus reduced to a regular cylinder like a dildo. The non-absorbent rubber made it feel much more slippery, too. But oddly, it seemed to make her more aware of her own sex, of the texture and interior contours of her vagina, and the wetness that was running down it now in rivulets. The walls felt like silk, damp and slightly creased.

Suddenly wanting more, she dropped down on him, thrusting the phallus into the depths of her body, freeing Paula's hand. She felt his cock rear up against the neck of her womb and moaned loudly.

Paula crawled across the mattress. She turned the man's head to one side and undid the buckle that held the gag in place, pulling it away, the orange ball of the gag dripping with his saliva.

'He can use this for a gag, now,' she said, swinging her leg over his face and kneeling above him. She pulled the crotch of the panties aside so he was staring up at her sparsely haired sex. She lowered herself onto him, and ground her hips, rubbing her vulva across his lips. 'Come on, you know what to do.'

Angela saw the man's tongue push out between Paula's labia, searching for her clit. Apparently he found it, because Paula threw her head back and rocked backwards so sharply she almost tumbled over, her big breasts trembling.

Angela concentrated on her own pleasure. His cock belonged to her, buried up to the hilt in her sex. Slowly, she pulled herself up off it and dropped down again, creating a huge surge of sensation as he was impaled on her. She ground her hips from side to side so her clitoris rubbed against the base of his erection, creating a second explosion of feeling.

Paula leant forward. She wrapped her hand around the back of Angela's neck and pulled their heads together, kissing her on the lips. Her mouth was hot and wet and sticky. Their tongues danced together, vying for possession, half in their mouths and half out. Angela closed her eyes, wallowing in the wonderful sensations. To have the softness of a woman's mouth kissing her so passionately while her sex was clenched around a bone-hard cock was a new exercise in delight. She felt Paula's hand gripping her breast again, pressing it back against her chest, until the hard nipple was mashed against her ribcage, adding to the swell of feelings that were already coursing through every nerve.

Seconds later Paula's other hand was moving up her thigh. Angela felt her finger prodding between her labia, stretched apart by the breadth of the man's phallus, and on to the knot of her clit, pressing it back as though it were the on-switch of some exotic machine. And that's precisely what it was. As Angela's clit reacted to this new intruder, her whole sex clenched like a vice around the man's cock, and the two feelings combined to kick her into an almost instantaneous orgasm, her whole body trembling under the impact.

But before it had started to ebb away she felt Paula coming too, the man's tongue working relentlessly at her clit. The brunette crushed their mouths together, forcing her tongue deep into Angela's throat; Angela groped for her breasts, managing to capture one and tweak the large nipple just as her climax reached its crescendo. She saw Paula squirm her legs further apart, forcing her sex down onto the man's face, not bothering with his tongue now but rubbing the whole length of her sex against the rubber-covered face, smearing it with her juices and almost smothering him in the process. He spluttered and gasped for air, but this only increased her pleasure, each exclamation causing her new throes of passion.

They clung to each other as if they were drowning. Eventually, the feelings began to melt away.

'What have you done to me?' Angela whispered. Her body seemed to accept no bounds. Each new experience brought her even greater orgasmic responses. She wasn't sure where it would end, but she had no regrets that it had begun.

Very gingerly, her body still suffering little aftershocks of pleasure, Angela raised herself on her haunches, allowing his cock to slip from her body. The rubber shaft and the pants were glistening wet and she could see a stain of wetness on the mattress between his legs.

'What are we going to do with him?'

Paula swung off him too. 'He has to have his reward. Don't you, slave?'

'Yes, mistress.'

Angela hadn't heard his voice before and it, too, sounded familiar.

'How many shall we give him this time?' Paula asked.

'Four.'

'Did you hear that, slave?'

'Yes, mistress.'

Paula raised her hand then slapped it down against his cock.

'One,' he intoned.

Angela provided the second slap.

'Two.' His voice was strained and Angela could see his whole body was arched up off the bed, every muscle locked.

Paula waited. He was having trouble controlling himself and she had no intention of making it easy for him.

Then she slapped his cock again.

'Three,' he hissed between gritted teeth. 'Oh please, please, I can't... I can't hold out...'

Paula slapped his cock one final time.

'Four,' he screeched.

'Obedience,' Paula said flatly.

Angela saw his cock jerk up and throb. He moaned loudly and his whole body shook, his legs straining out against the chain on the ankle cuffs.

'Good boy,' Paula said. She pressed his cock down against his belly then ran her palm up and down its length, milking out, no doubt, the last drops of semen.

After a few minutes she pulled him up into a sitting position and took hold of the rubber helmet. There was a long zip that ran all the way down the back. She unzipped it and pulled the helmet away.

And that's when Angela realised why she had found his eyes and his body and his voice so familiar. The man, Paula's slave, was Gregory Wilmott.