Isobel is back and now faces another decision - will this one increase her chances of surviving the ordeal that awaits her?
Being brave means to know something is scary, difficult, and dangerous, and doing it anyway, because the possibility of winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it.
They were seated in living room of Isobel's small West London flat. She had opened a 2012 Chateauneuf du Pape but Eric had asked for tap water. "As your colleague, Agnetha, is an US citizen she is being briefed by a colleague from the CIA right now." he began "We are asking for your help but it is entirely your choice whether to do so. However I do need to you to understand that if you decide not to help we strongly advise you both not to go through with these arrangements - these are potentially dangerous people you are dealing with."
He had already explained that Ethan had created several tech applications that were so far ahead of the competition he had become extraordinarily wealthy. He had continued to work on various projects but in the last few years also developed a relationship with the President of a very secretive state that had links to terrorist groups around the world. The intelligence services had been tracking his activities with increasing nervousness but had little concrete evidence of what he was doing.
"The new girlfriend is a particular concern" he went on "We have not been able to identify her. She seems to have come out of nowhere. As you will already have gathered we are rather good at acquiring information but with her we have drawn a blank and that may well mean she is an even greater threat than he is."
He explained that he understood what she and Agnetha were going to do and that they must already be aware it was risky but if they co-operated he could give them some protection while they gathered as much information as they could. Despite Isobel's best efforts he refused to expand on the nature of the protection but she surmised that it would involve both observation and a nearby presence which was not something she would reject lightly.
She wasn't sure whether it was her natural impetuosity, the wine or the fact that Henry seemed to have bonded with this man instantly but she felt she should trust him. She also knew fine well that she was attracted to him. It had been a long time since she had fucked a man without there being a financial arrangement and while she occasionally had sex for fun with women when it came to men it was always business these days.
The one male who was in her life needed to be taken for a walk and she told Eric that she was going out and if he was still there when she returned she would expect him to stay for the night. She had been deeply concerned about what she was facing in any case and her fears had now been deepened convincing her that she did not want to be alone.
When she and Henry returned she was immediately aware that he was still there. This time he accepted her offer of wine and they sat facing each other in the dimly lit room. "You know what I do for a living of course" she said and before he could do more than nod his head she went on "I have sex with men and women in ways that most people find shocking - I do it because I'm good at it and sometimes I enjoy it too."
"I know what you do" he said " and I make no judgements about what people do so long as they don't damage others. However you might think me old fashioned but personally I prefer just making love very slowly but passionately to beautiful women."
She moved to sit on the arm of the chair where Eric was sitting and said softly "I can do that too". She took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. This flat was her home - not the place where she saw clients - and it spoke of another side to her with its warm colours, soft furnishings, books of poetry, vinyl albums and even an old, but clearly well loved, teddy bear.
They stood by the bed and looked at each other. "I'm a little bit scared about what I have committed to" she said "I can take care of myself and I've been in some tough situations but this time I might have got it wrong."
"I know we have just met but I had to research you in some depth I'm afraid and I believe that you are a strong, resourceful woman. I also understand why you have made this choice. I chose to come and see you myself because I wanted to know what you were really like - what I hadn't expected was to find you so damn attractive."
"I'm flattered that you do - and I'm off duty now so this is the real person you are seeing and I really do need to be held tightly because I don't think I will sleep well tonight"
He took her face in his hands and began to kiss her and without a moment's hesitation she responded. They began to remove each other's clothing piece by piece until there were only her bra and panties and his underpants left. She stepped away and said "There is no going back after this" but he smiled, moved towards her and expertly removed her bra. He took each breast in turn and raised it to his lips so he could harden her nipples before kneeling down to remove her knickers.
As she stepped out of them, he moved his right hand between her legs and found her vagina lips. He already knew they were now pierced and he consciously made himself not react as his fingers encountered the warm steel and her wet cunt. He felt her intake of breath as he pushed her lips apart and probed more deeply while seeking her clit with his mouth.
After several minutes she began to tremble and he withdrew and arose - he lifted her bodily on to the bed and removed his own pants before lying down beside her. She began to say something but he silenced her with a kiss and then whispered "Let our bodies do the talking".
She couldn't remember the last time she had felt able to simply let go in this way. She didn't have to worry about the particular things the client wanted or the passing of time - he was, of course, a stranger to her but he was awakening in her emotional as well as physical responses. As he began to probe her once more she knew that if she wanted it an orgasm would quickly come so simply said "More please".
Once her spasm had subsided she quickly moved to explore his body and as her lips ran across his belly she encountered a large scar "Got it in the line of duty" he said. She took his cock in her hand and raised it to her lips. She knew very well that her oral skills were of the highest order and just a little professional pride crept in. She had no idea whether she would ever see this man again but she was going to make sure that he would never forget this night with her.
She realised he was trying to tell her that he was nearing ejaculation but she hushed him with her hand and carried on. This was something she did only occasionally did for regular clients but she really wanted to taste and swallow this man's spunk. Seconds later she recognised that despite his best efforts t was now on its way from his balls and she felt the first spurt followed a few second later by a larger one. She licked, sucked and swallowed till his cock began to wilt and then moved back up the bed to hold and kiss him.
They dozed for a while but in the small hours she was awake and reached for his cock and was happy to feel it grow hard. "Fuck me please" she said and he did very slowly, very hard, very deep and more than once before morning..
a-week-in-the-country.htmlThe next part of Isobel's story can be found here
As the prompt for this weeks Wicked Wednesday is "Fantasy" I need to be very clear that nothing in this week's story should be assumed to be a fantasy of mine please!
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
’Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you’re straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -
Much Madness by Emily Dickinson
The mobile phone began to play Ride of the Valkyries and Isobel reached for it knowing it was Monica calling something which happened rarely. Monica's classy East Coast voice sounded a little flustered - also rather unusual. "I need to see you as soon as possible." she said. Isobel established that they would both be in London two days hence and arranged to meet at Monica's Soho office. She had given little away other than that there was something she needed to take a view on and wanted Isobel's input.
Monica had worked as a concierge at top hotels in London and New York until an irreconcilable difference of opinion with management about whether arranging for high end escorts to visit the hotel was or was not part of her duties. She treated this as a learning experience and hoped that the guest who had left a submissive tied to the bed and forgot to put the "do not Disturb" sign out did too.
She then used her contacts and people skills to act as an intermediary setting up encounters between some of both city's finest companions and those who both desired and could afford their services. Isobel was already someone she had worked with and they had become good friends in the years since. Isobel knew that Monica was always clear that her fee was 10% and she made sure that the women who worked with her were treated well and put a premium on their health and safety.
She was renowned for her ability to put together compatible pairings and Isobel guessed she might have something special in mind but was mystified by the secrecy - normally requests were emailed and details confirmed using the phone only in an emergency. Two days later she waked into Monica's office and found her immaculately turned out as ever. She came straight to the point:-
"I have had a request from a regular and particularly generous client that is so strange I am not sure whether to even consider it let alone think who might be willing to take it on." They had both come to accept the weird as normal so this had to be something very unusual.
The client had made a lot of money doing something techy and had places in LA, New York and London. He often asked Monica to arrange girls for him sometimes for straight sex but more often he would ask for a submissive. Monica tried debrief the women who undertook more extreme work and as a result she knew quite a lot about his particular kinks.
He would require the women to wear plugs and clamps beneath their clothes and them take them for dinner. During dinner they would discover that the devices were radio controlled and be subject to a variety of sensations some pleasurable, most painful.
Once back in his flat they would be stripped and taken into his "play room" where they were strapped to a St. Andrews Cross and subjected to a prolonged session of impact play usually ending with a caning of such severity that they would need to take a week off work while the bruises healed. However they were all aware what was going to happen and the client never exceeded pre-arranged limits. In fact he always provided a very large extra payment to compensate for the loss of earnings they would suffer as a result of his punishments.
But that wasn't the end of it and the girls reacted in different ways to what followed some finding it positively creepy while others responded warmly - either way but the pattern was always the same. He would begin to cry and tell them how sorry he was for hurting them but insist on tending to their injuries and cuddling them while the pain subsided before very gently fucking them.
But now he had a girlfriend who had been present on the last occasion that a submissive had visited for him. The girl was very experienced and had a high tolerance for pain but had come away very angry albeit well rewarded.
She had explained to Monica that after the agreed 25 strokes of the cane cane which was tough by itself the girlfriend had insisted on taking over and delivered a further 25 very hard strokes which had gone well beyond the agreed limits. Her attempts to use the safe word were ignored initially until the man physically dragged the woman way. Now Monica had asked her to arrange for both a submissive and a dominatrix to join them at an as yet undisclosed location in the country and to stay for a week.
Ethan w..., the client, had specified that the submissive must be prepared to take an exceptional level of punishment and agree to have her labia and nipples pierced. There was more but the most disturbing thing was they had asked if she knew any girls who would be prepared to be branded. They had said that there would be a nurse present throughout the week!
Isobel's first, and second, response was to tell Monica that she should simply tell them she wasn't interested and that what they were proposing was dangerous and unethical but before she could speak Monica said "And there is one more thing - the fee is half a million for the sub and a quarter for the domme plus a 4 week stay in Spa to help them recover if they want it"
Isobel's fees started at £1,200 for dinner and two hours of her time in session if she was being submissive. What she hadn't yet told Monica was that she had decided it was time to retire and start a new life. She couldn't help thinking about how a fee like this would make that new life not only possible much more quickly but very comfortable.
She realised that despite knowing it was an insane proposition she was actually thinking about volunteering for it. "Do you know why they want a domme too?" she asked. "Apparently Henry wants her to teach his girlfriend how to use a cane properly" she replied.
They sat in silence for a long time and then Isobel spoke " Tell them I will do it except for the branding and there must be a absolute limit of 100 strokes of the cane each day. Can you try and get Agnetha to come over from the States to cover the domme role. We've worked together before and frankly having a Judo black belt with me is going to be mighty reassuring.
"Are you sure about this" Monica started to say but Isobel cut her off "I'm quitting anyway and I could do with a pension - and your 10% will keep you in Dom Perignon for a while!
It took several weeks to make the necessary arrangements and allow the piercings to settle. She had been told that she would be collected and driven to the Cotswolds. The day before she was due to leave she came back from a run accompanied by Henry, her yellow Labrador to find a man waiting outside her flat.
He was good looking and carried himself like someone who could look after himself - and probably her too if she was so inclined. She had no idea who he was but the thought crossed her mind that there might be worse ways to prepare for her forthcoming ordeal than being fucked by him.
"I am sorry to disturb you" he said "But it is very important that we speak. My name is Eric J.... and I worked for the Security Services" he added as he proffered her a convincing looking identity card and a piece of paper with a phone number. "Please feel free to check that number but you will find it is the number for the Home Office. When you call it ask for me by name.
She left him waiting outside while she went inside and made a call but not to the Home Office. One of her clients was a man who held high office and she hoped he would be able to check this man out for her.
A few minutes later she re-oped the door and asked him in "It seems you have friends in high places - Sir W... has vouched for you and sends his best regards - he also told me that whatever it is you have to say I really ought to listen"
Find the next part of the story here
This weeks Wicked Wednesday prompt is "Twisted" and this really is tenuous but there is going to be a significant twist in Isobel's story which becomes clear in Part 7 but this instalment sets it up - and a big thank you to Marie, May and others for the encouragement so far.
Carry me to my own
To where I can cross over,
Close to home, I cannot say
Close to home, feeling so far away
Evening Falls, Enya
It was almost midnight when the taxi dropped her by the path from the village to her cottage. The driver seemed concerned that she would be walking through the wood alone so late but she reassured him that it happened frequently and had never met anything more threatening than a fox.
Once inside the cottage she realised that despite the late hour sleep would be a long time coming and she decided to run a hot bath. She had showered at Luna's but despite her high level of fitness two hours in rubber had taken its toll. She looked for some music and her eyes fell on Watermark and she realised that it was “Evening Falls” that had been going through her mind all evening. She returned to the bathroom with the CD player and a bottle of Chablis
As the train had left the station earlier she glimpsed a man who she instantly recognised as the Hiker. He was gone within seconds but she remained sure it was him. She felt more strongly than ever that this was someone she knew well and who was important to her.
Now as she relaxed in the warm water and let the music sooth her she imagined him naked – or was she remembering? If it was fantasy why would she include the scarring that he too had though in his case on his stomach and neck which he had told her were the result of a knife attack. She shivered – there was no doubt this was memory and she hoped there would be more to follow.
Her hand slipped between her legs and she thought about Luna and just how sore her cunt would be tonight after the pounding it had taken that afternoon but it was the Hiker she was focusing on. She realised she was wrong – they hadn’t fucked – they had made love. As her fingers slipped into her now wet cunt she pushed all thought of the afternoon,s session out of her mind and let the memory of a gentle man helping her understand that sex and love was a wonderful combination.
The day’s final orgasm was very different to the others and left her aching to hold the man she in her arms again. The man who was physically in her life made his presence felt just then and got out of the bath, dried herself and headed for the bedroom closely followed by Dog.
Dog woke her to be let out next morning and her mind moved into overdrive almost immediately. It was now three months since her awakening and finally she had some real clues. It was clear to her that she had chosen this new life but she desperately wanted to know why. Inevitably the scarring must be significant and somehow she her memory had been suppressed. Would she regret finding the truth? She very well might but she also knew that if she didn’t find it she might never be able to move forward.
After talking it through with Luna they concluded that she had probably worked as a sensual dominatrix and taking into account her looks and expensive tastes almost certainly at the top end. It could only be a guess but her personality suggested she would have worked independently too.
The searches she wanted to make were not suitable for public places so Luna invited her to use her home and get to know Patches who after being a little unhappy about the lingering smell of dog relented when offered a combination of wet food and tummy rubs. Men really were such easy to please creatures she was reminded though Patches interest in the other thing they usually craved was doubtless considerably less since his testicles had been removed some years before!
Isobel spent most of the day getting a sense for how a potential customer would find a provider offering the specialist services he or she was seeking. There were a number of listing sites but these looked like they were updated regularly so scrolling through hoping to find a picture of herself might be pointless. There was a further complication in that her naturally blond hair was now very short but the norm for the women whose sites she looked at was to have long hair albeit involving wigs she suspected in some cases.
She decided to shortlist some sites that specialised in high end BDSM escorts. There was one site which looked different in that it was run by a woman who offered to arrange meetings. Her site had images and a little information about some of the independents she worked with but no contact details – to reach them you had to go through her though she was very clear that they didn’t work for her – she just arranged introductions – for a fee of course!
When Luna returned after seeing a client she told Isobel about an odd thing that had happened. After the client had left another man had called and it was clear that he knew what she did but he had asked if “another girl” worked there. She had assured him that it was just her and he had seemed surprised but went on his way. It was only when Luna described the man that Isobel realised she was talking about the Hiker! Isobel was devastated that she had missed the opportunity to speak to him but her friend had done what would have seemed to be the right thing to protect her.
She hadn't told Luna about her sighting of the Hiker or the feelings it had provoked. She didn't want to put her relationship with Luna at risk but now she would have to. However Luna seemed genuinely happy that her friend was starting to find a way into her past and made clear that she didn't feel threatened in by her feelings for the Hiker. She did admit that he was a very attractive man and promised that if another opportunity arose she wouldn’t let him get away a second time.
Luna sensed that her friend needed warm loving rather than raunchy sex just then and took her into the bedroom and for the next hour the two hugged, kissed, stroked and finally came together. Afterwards Isobel was drawn back to the lap top and began to look at some of the sites she had listed. Nothing leapt out but she recalled a way to retrieve older information.
She loaded the address for the woman who arranged introductions into the “Way Back Machine”. It looked like the woman had been in business for about 5 years and Isobel began to work backwards through the saved pages. One from a year ago had a link to “A few of the outstanding Independent Escorts I can put you in touch with.” Isobel had viewed this page on the current site but thought it might be worth seeing how it had changed.
In fact very little was different and it looked as though the women involved were inclined to stick around. Next she clicked on the link for two years ago and found the same page. Again she scrolled down and almost the last entry caught her eye. It was a woman called Isabeau – she wasn’t sure if it was the name of the image but the more she looked at the body in the picture the more she began to tremble.
She called Luna to join her and asked her to look at the picture. The woman in the picture was certainly of similar build and wearing a corset and thigh boots. However she was a long haired red head and the hair obscured her face though her shoulders and cleavage were visible. Luna looked hard at the picture and then zoomed in on the naked shoulders.
"Get your top off, girl" she said and for once Isobel knew this wasn't a preliminary to a hot session. At Luna’s directing she stood in a way that matched the pose of the girl in the photograph. Luna took a deep breath and gestured her to sit down again. “Do you know that you have a small mole on your right shoulder?” she asked “I may have but I’m not conscious of it” she replied. "Perhaps you should be - take another look at the picture”. There on the girl’s shoulder was a small mole.
Link to Part 7 here