The piece below is a coda to "Awakening - Isobel's Story". A different version of this song was referred to in part 10. The main protagonists of the story are sex workers and while that made it easier to weave sex into the story I particularly wanted to create characters who reflected the wonderful sex workers I have met down the years. Strong, brave, kind women who have made a choice despite conventional society looking down on them. They are professional and unapologetic - and in an age when we strive to create places where everyone is accepted on their own terms it seems that only sex workers can still to be discriminated against. I hope my story in a small way celebrated rather than maligned sex workers.
This version of Love for Sale is sung by Billie Holiday, who changed the way women vocalists were perceived and whose own life gives her songs a depth most interpreters can only imitate. She worked for a while as prostitute and despite enjoying some success as a singer she died at just 44 as a result of drug and alcohol abuse.
The song was written in 1930 by Cole Porter for a relatively unsuccessful musical and was rarely recorded. Holiday's take on it demonstrates her strength of character but like so much of her work the pain she had known can be clearly heard in her singing.
Isobel loves jazz and it seems right to bring things to a close with a Jazz reference. Thanks to everyone who has read this first attempt at fiction especially to those who commented and very special thanks to the amazing Marie Rebelle as well as May More and E L Bryne for their support. It's been a great learning experience but I should perhaps focus on my professional web pages for a while though it won't be half as much fun.
Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish way
I know every type of love
Better far than they
If you want the thrill of love
I've been through the mill of love
Old love, new love
Every love but true love, love for sale
Written by Cole Porter sung by Billie Holiday
Photo by Ethan Hoover at Unsplash
The chimes of her doorbell eventually roused her and she headed downstairs feeling a little the worse for the previous day and night's drinking. She knew that what she need was a run a to reinvigorate her system. She opened the door and her stomach lurched as saw the Hiker. Her body instantly confirmed that this man was important to her and her mind was clear that this could be her last chance to find out who he was. "Come in" she said opening the door wider only to be almost felled by Henry who seemed desperate to renew an old acquaintance.
Once they had all calmed down and brewed some strong coffee that both Isobel and Luna needed they sat down at the kitchen table. Eric began once more to explain who he was and what he did and he also admitted to knowing a great deal about Isobel's previous life. He explained that Luna's call to Monica had been traced to the village and he had been alerted and then driven through the night to the village and walked through the wood to the cottage.
He asked her how much she had now remembered and she explained that it was still very little but she had a very strong sense that he was someone she had known and who was important to her. She paused and then went on "And I seem to be a very sexual person - I am relaxed about what I do and who I do it with and I seem to be remarkably good at it too"
Try as he might Eric couldn't stop himself laughing "I can confirm that" he said. But the levity passed quickly and he finally asked her the question she had both longed for and dreaded "I can tell you as much or as little about your past as you wish. This life you now have cannot be taken away from you and you are free to go on living as choose but only you can decide if you want to know what led you here."
Isobel thought for a moment and then said "What I really need to do is take run so I can think more clearly". Eric replied saying that seemed a very wise course of action but he went on "I know you trust Luna - are you happy that I give her at least some of the information I have so she can help you make your decision?" She looked at Luna who said "Only if you want me to" and Isobel nodded her assent.
As she ran her body and mind began to work in harmony. This was going to be the day her life began again if she cleared away all the doubts and suspicions. But it could be that she had done things so terrible that the knowledge would make it impossible to be happy again. The longer she ran the clearer it became. She wanted Eric in her life and that could only happen if there were no secrets. She turned for home and increased her pace arriving back breathing hard and sweating profusely.
She looked at the two of them and then said to Luna "You are my dearest friend - I want to know what happened to me but should I?" Luna stood up and took Isobel in her arms. "You should and you must - we both know you will find no peace unless you do."
Isobel quickly showered and when she came back down stairs found that a bottle of Chablis had been opened and a glass poured for her "We thought you might need it" said Luna while Eric nodded assent.
She was not in the least surprised and not a little pleased to learn what her former profession had been but wondered why she had decided to move on. Eric explained that what she had told him was that it was not about giving up her profession but merely a desire to slow down by moving to the countryside where she would have more time to spend with Henry, her books, her jazz and the occasional man or woman who met her exacting standards. It seemed that her commitment to sexual freedom was deeply rooted and she was perfectly happy about that.
Once he began to explain about the incident with Ethan and Cassiopeia she was much less happy. As he took her through the decision she made and what then happened she began to shake and Luna took her hand. Once he described Agnetha her memory began to run ahead of him - her friend had saved her. She demanded to know about Agnetha's well being but was reassured that she was back in New York and still scaring men shitless.
Eric told her that he understood how much of a shock some of this must have been and began to take his leave but Isobel wasn't going to risk losing him once more and suggested that he take Henry for a walk while she prepared some lunch and spoke to Luna too of course.
"You have strong feelings for him" she said and Isobel began to feel that she might be betraying her friend if she admitted just how strong but she underestimated Luna. "We've become close these last few months - and had a lot of fun too. I want us to go on being friends but we aren't about to fall in love though I think you and Eric might just have be doing exactly that." Isobel was about to protest but stopped herself as she realised that she wanted Eric in her life not just to fuck but because he made her feel good and safe.
Once lunch was over there was a silence which was broken by Luna. She said she was going to walk to the village and head for home but when Eric offered to go with her and drive her to the station she rather too quickly changed her story. "I was also thinking of dropping in on Mostyn just say thank you for a lovely time yesterday". Eric was about to ask who Mostyn was but before he could they both began to laugh. Finally Isobel said "Give him my love and don't do anything to him I wouldn't do" at which point they erupted into laughter again.
Once she had left Isobel moved and sat beside Eric "This is perhaps the strangest question I have ever asked a man" she said. "My body tells me that it had sex with you and enjoyed it but my mind cannot recall when or where. Did we fuck?"
"No, we didn't" he said and Isobel began to feel a strong sense of disappointment well up within her but his next words would change her life for ever "We made love all night before you went to Ethan's place. It was thoroughly unprofessional of me but I have thought about that night every day since and hoped that it could happen again."
Isobel kissed him on the lips for a long time and then took his hand and led him to the stairs pausing only to distract Henry with a bowl of food. Once they were in the bedroom he told her about the conversation that preceded their first time together. Her confession to him about the sort of sex she usually enjoyed and his desire to simply make slow and gentle love with a beautiful woman. Unprompted she once more whispered "I can do that too".
Cassiopeia, the Queen of Aethopia, was the wife of King Cephus. She was beautiful but vain and guilty of hubris in saying that she and her daughter, Andromeda, were more beautiful than the daughters of the sea god Nereus. This angered Poseidon who caused the lands to flood. Later he punished her further by binding her to a chair in the heavens, so that she would revolve upside down half of the time.
Cassiopeia in Greek Mythology and the Constellation
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It had been a difficult night and Isobel felt soiled in every sense but was surprised when the door opened and it was Cassiopeia who entered and released her. The woman was impossibly beautiful, perfect skin, perfect hair and a perfect body clothed in latex. She dropped a package on the bed then knelt to unfasten Isobel. "Clean yourself, Slut, and after the nurse has examined you put these on and wait". The voice betrayed no accent and no emotion and remembering she was to be silent Isobel resisted responding other than by nodding her head.
The nurse entered and after helping Isobel shower began to apply oil to her body. Isobel was puzzled at first but once the parcel was opened understood. It contained heavy latex bands with 'D' rings attached which the nurse helped her to place around her waist, thighs, ankles, upper arms, wrists and finally her neck were put back on. Finally she was helped into a pair of 4 inch heels. A moment later Agnetha entered and clipped a lead to the neck band whispering as she did "Last night I fucked that little bastard's ass-hole until it bled!" and Isobel had to work hard to suppress a smile.
Once she was spreadeagled in the lab sensors were applied again but this time her piercings were wired to an electrical device. She hadn't seen Ethan's face but when she heard him say "I'll start with 25 today" she remembered Agnetha's comment upstairs and wished she hadn't shared it.
Ethan began without any warm up and silenced Agnetha's objections. He delivered 12 hard strokes and Isobel struggled to stay still and silent. As he delivered the 13th she cried out and he stopped. "Gag the slut" he instructed. Agnetha obeyed but took the chance to whisper "Hang in there" but Ethan screamed at her "Do not speak to the slut"
The remaining strokes were more brutal and Isobel was shaking uncontrollably by the end as tears coursed down her face. Cassiopeia now approached and quickly inserted probes in both her anus and vagina which she connected to the equipment she was using. For the next few minutes she worked the controls and it became clear that the sensations Isobel was now experiencing were not painful at all. Agnetha knew that her friend could exercise extraordinary control of her body and wasn't surprised when she began to show signs of genuine arousal. "Allow me to help" she said approaching Isobel without waiting for an answer and placing a finger on her clitoris. Within a few moments the orgasm was on its way and Isobel began to spasm and pull against her restraints.
"Take her down for now" Cassiopeia instructed and with help from the nurse Agnetha obliged and they set about doing what they could for Isobel's bleeding bottom. On the other side of the room Cassiopeia was now allowing Ethan to apply sensors to her body and also place a metal headband on her.
Cassiopeia's voice made clear her dissatisfaction moments later. "I can't feel anything - you need to create a stronger reaction" she told Ethan who in turn instructed that Isobel be spreadeagled once more. "You can't do anything more to her arse today" Agnetha told him and the nurse concurred "There is already a risk of permanent scarring". He seemed unconcerned as he selected a whip which he began using on Isobel's back but after a couple of strokes he stopped and told them to gag her again. Seeing the severity of the strokes Agnetha decide that 25 would have to be the maxim regardless of the 100 stroke agreement.
The marks on her back were deep and raw as the 25th stroke was delivered. Agnetha signalled that he should cease and told him that was all she could take that day. He seemed reluctant but stepped away however Cassiopeia pushed him aside and grabbed a different whip from the rack. Agnetha quickly realised that this was a metal whip that would tear flesh to shreds. She screamed "She does not consent" but Cassiopeia turned towards her and calmly said "Keep out bitch or I'll use it on your face". her lack of emotion was chilling.
Agnetha had no illusions about an intervention by Ethan and prepared to intervene physically. She moved towards Cassiopeia intending to use her martial arts skills to ground her only to be hit harder than she imagined it was possible for a human being to hit another. Nevertheless she picked herself up and went again only to be felled by a punch to the jaw that saw her unconscious before she hit the ground. By the time she came round she realised that she too was now restrained and the woman was already using the whip on Isobel. It was with an odd mixture of fear and relief that she saw Isobel's head slump forward and realised that she had passed out.
Ethan was now sitting at the desk and using the controls while Cassiopeia struck Isobel again and again. The blood that ran down her body merely confirming that she needed medical attention and very soon. At that moment the door to the lab opened and before any of them could react a stun grenade went off.
Isobel slowly returned to consciousness and found she was lying face down in a hospital bed. She turned her head and saw that there was a man in uniform sitting beside her. "It's me" said Eric "Don't try to talk yet - they are going to put you in an induced coma while your back heals but I told them I needed to speak to you first - sometimes rank has its privileges and they agreed." After he had reassured her that Henry was fine and that he, personally, would take care of him he explained what had taken place and that Agnetha's cry of "She does not consent" was the pre-arranged signal for their intervention. He also reassured her that Ethan was under arrest and facing serious charges though Cassiopeia had not been affected by the grenade and somehow evaded his team and disappeared without trace.
He went on to explain that the funds she had been offered for the work with Ethan had already been transferred to her account and as far as he could see it was clean money so she would be able to keep it. They had discussed the cottage when he visited her flat and now she could buy it.
He went on to make her an offer. It was very likely that the weeks in a coma would effect her memory in any case and he could arrange for her to receive an additional drug that would enable her to wake up, healthy in the cottage ready to begin a new life in safety with a new identity but knowing nothing of what had happened in the past few days. This sounded blissful but before agreeing she needed know that Henry would be waiting there for her. Eric leaned forward and kissed her brow "Have no fear - Henry will be with you there" he said. A doctor then spoke to her and said he was going to give her an injection. She managed to mumble "Thank you Eric" as her consciousness started to fade but as it did she realised that she hadn't said she also wanted him to be part of her new life and now it was too late.
Isobel and Luna are still trying to discover more about her past
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
From the Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock by T S Eliot
The discovery that she had been a sex worker didn't really surprise Isobel. It had never crossed her mind that there was anything to be concerned about as her friendship with Luna had developed and while she couldn't bring memories back her body kept telling her that sex was something that really mattered to her and something at which she was very good!
The name intrigued her though - Isabeau was close to the name she was currently using and she wondered if either or even another variant was her real name. She and Luna had talked about what she should do so long that Isobel almost missed her train and on the spur of the moment Luna offered to travel back with her. Once the feeding arrangements were in place for Patches they grabbed an Uber and dashed to the station and on to the train.
Isobel continued to be conflicted about how much she wanted to know about her past. She was afraid that it might paint a picture of someone she wouldn't like but then again how could she move forward without knowing what had led her here? Luna seemed sure that her friend did need to know but understood her doubts.
By the next morning they had a plan. Luna would phone Monica and ask for an appointment and mention Isabeau in passing. To do this they needed to walk to the village and decided to have lunch at the village pub. It was quiet when they got there and Luna made the call from the car park while Isobel placed their orders.
Luna reported that Monica had sounded a little surprised when Isabeau's name had been mentioned and she had pressed Luna on when they had met. As agreed she had told her that it was more than two years ago and while this seemed to satisfy Monica, she nevertheless continued to ask questions. Finally she had agreed that Luna would visit her in London in a weeks’ time.
There seemed little else they could do now but relax and Isobel had just ordered a bottle of the House wine to go with their lunch when the old man she had fucked, and who she now knew was a retired civil servant called Mostyn, walked in. Isobel greeted him cheerfully and Luna whispered "Is that the one?" Isobel smiled and said "Would you like to meet him? In fact she had little choice as he was already heading their way and in her usual impetuous way Isobel invited him to join them.
She was pleasantly surprised to see how well Luna and Mostyn got along although she was aware that even in casual clothes Luna's stunning figure was very noticeable and seemed to have caught his eye. A little later Mostyn went to the bar to get himself another pint of Bluebird Bitter and a glass of wine for each of them as their bottle had lasted barely half an hour. "Do you think he would fancy a duo" Luna asked prompting laughter from Isobel. Before she could answer he was back but later Isobel wondered if he had noticed Luna's wink at her.
The conversation flowed easily and as Isobel drained her glass she turned to Mostyn "The wine here is OK but I was wondering if you had any more of that Pomerol at home - I told Luna how good it was". He looked a little anxious but despite this Luna leaned forward and took his hand and looking into his eyes said "Isobel told me that she had a rather special time when she visited you and I am quite jealous about it" Now he had the look of a rabbit caught in the headlights that knew it needed to be elsewhere urgently but had no idea how to get there.
After what seemed like an age he took a deep breath and said "Actually I've just tracked down an original vinyl of "Jazz at the Hollywood Bowl" and I was looking forward to playing it this afternoon - I don't suppose you would be interested in hearing it?" - Luna was about to make clear that she certainly wouldn't but before she could do that Isobel said "Oh yes please - I've only ever heard it on CD and I love Ella Fitzgerald's take on 'Love for Sale' - you always say that should be your theme tune haven't you Luna?" and for once Luna was dumbstruck.
They whiled away the afternoon listening to the jazz and drinking yet more wine and Mostyn was about to go for another bottle when Luna told him to sit down. "Look Mostyn you have been very sweet but we need to be honest with you. Isobel and I are planning to have sex with each other very shortly. We can go back to the cottage or we can do it here. We would be very happy for you to join in but don't feel under any pressure."
They were all more than a little drunk by now and even Mostyn had seemed quite chilled but even so his response surprised her. "Do you ladies know something? I've fantasised about having two girls at the same time since I was a young man and never had the chance so if you think I am going to send you back to her cottage think again - and as for you Isobel you will find I am a little better prepared than I was last time".
Intrigued by this Isobel led the way upstairs and invited him to explain but he just pulled out a drawer and started rummaging. First, he put a box of condoms on the bed, then both a large and a small vibrator and finally a butt plug. Isobel flung her arms round him and shrieked - you dirty old man - I love it!" Breaking away he returned to the drawer he said "I don't suppose either of you know what to do with this" pulling out a leather paddle. After the two girls had stopped shaking with laughter Isobel suggested they take a moment to be serious.
Once they were all seated on the bed, she explained that Luna was a professional sex worker and that they were fairly sure that Isobel had been too in her past life. She then went on to explain that her back was badly scarred and he surprised her by saying "I noticed that the first time but as you hadn't said anything, I thought I shouldn't either."
Then it was his turn to tell them something "After the amount I have had to drink today and bearing in mind my age I greatly doubt I will be performing like a stud." - It was Luna who responded first by saying "Don't you worry about that - we know lots of other way to have fun!" and with no further ado she began to strip and urged the other two to do the same.
It seemed Luna was determined to take the lead that afternoon and before long Mostyn and Isobel were lying side by side holding hands while she fingered Isobel with her left hand and masturbated Mostyn with her left. "I think that cock is plenty hard enough" she said straddling him and slowly impaling herself on it while directing Isobel to sit on his face. She could tell by the look on her friends face that Mostyn's tongue had found the spot first time and for the next few minutes they worked in harmony until Isobel began to approach climax and work her own clitoris. She came and they disentangled themselves. "I'm next" said Luna lying down and instructing Isobel to use her fingers while Mostyn wielded the large vibrator. She was close and Isobel knew that a finger in her anus would finish the job so happily obliged.
So that only left Mostyn and he was told that if he took 6 on the backside with the paddle he could choose what happened next. He happily took six really rather gentle stokes and then asked "Which of you is the best cock sucker?". After they had stopped giggling they both agreed it was was Isobel. He then sheepishly asked if Luna would finger him while Isobel worked her magic and not very long afterwards Mostyn fulfilled a lifetime's ambition.
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PAIN has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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The car arrived at 9.00 am as she had been told it would and though she was reluctant to leave Eric she knew he too needed to be on the move so she steeled herself and headed out. Agnetha was already in the large limousine with blacked out windows and after hugging her she used her professional name and said "Dear Isabeau, I have been given clear instructions - I am to collar you, remove your underwear and blindfold you. I'm afraid you are also required to be silent from now on and only speak when asked a direct question. Finally will be referred to as Slut during the stay - a shame because your given name is so much prettier - now do as you are told."
Agnetha was not someone whose instructions were taken lightly. They had met in New York and worked together a few times when Monica put them in touch with a client who wished to be "persuaded" by an attractive woman he would meet in a bar to submit to an erotic BDSM session before "discovering" that he had in fact been kidnapped in order to satisfy the needs of a woman who was going to subject him to to a punishment caning that would leave him bruised and bleeding.
After that first time they had discovered that they enjoyed each other’s company and developed such a good understanding that they worked together again whenever the chance arose. Agnetha was 6ft tall, perfectly proportioned and Isobel had once been on the receiving end of Agnetha's cane in order to satisfy a switch client and therefore knew just how skilled she was - it had been painful and produced clear markings but with relatively little damage done. She really hoped that most of her punishment would be delivered by Agnetha rather than Eric over the coming week. Nevertheless, as the silent journey continued, she found she was dreading what was to follow once they arrived.
After what seemed like hours they reached their destination and Agnetha led Isobel into the house while the chauffeur followed with their luggage. They were shown to a lounge and Agnetha was told to take a seat. Moments later Eric entered the room alone carrying a leather case. He welcomed Agnetha and said "Help me prepare the slut please". Isobel bridled at this but knew that she needed to play the part of the submissive and do it well. The case was opened to reveal a number of straps with D rings attached. Isobel was quickly stripped and the straps placed on ankles, wrists and around her waist. "Please take her into the next room and secure her there" he instructed.
Once Isobel was secured Agnetha used the pretence of checking the bindings to whisper in Isobel's ear "I will take care of you" before re-joining Eric in the lounge. Eric began to explain what he had in mind for the next 7 days. It was his intention to mix business and pleasure it seemed. The business was to be a series of experiments examining how the human body responds to both pain and pleasure. He would be using electronic equipment to measure physical reactions in great detail. The pleasure was indulging himself by attempting to take the submissive beyond her limits physically and mentally. He required Agnetha to coach him during this so that he could refine his skills with the whip and cane as well as learning more about psychological dominance techniques. They would be joined by his lover, Cassiopeia, for most of the sessions and he expected Agnetha to also teach her how to inflict pain effectively.
"We want you to deliver a preliminary whipping immediately so we can get some base line readings about the slut's response's to pain" he said heading toward the other room. Agnetha was surprised to find a woman whose stature was similar to her own already there and realised that there must be a second door. The woman was busy attaching sensors to various parts of Isobel's anatomy and ignored their entry until she was satisfied with her work. "Give her fifty strokes today, 25 with the cane to her arse and the 25 with a whip to her back." she said directing Agnetha to a collection of canes, whips and floggers racked up on the wall. "I prefer to use my own tools" she said.
Once Agnetha's case had been brought to the room she began her work. She prepared Isobel's behind using a leather paddle and once it was warmed up moved on to the caning. Marks quickly appeared and such was her skill that they rarely intersected. Isobel was taking this well so far but began to struggle to avoid crying out as they moved into the final 5 strokes. Once these were delivered the nurse who had been waiting quietly examined Isobel and applied liberal quantities of ointment before stepping back and nodding to Agnetha. This time she gagged Isobel and chose a single tail whip. As she began she could see Isobel pulling against the restraints as the whip bit into her flesh but she seemed determined not to show how much pain she was experiencing. Again, on completion the nurse applied ointment and stood back.
It had been hours since Isobel had spoken and the pain demanded that she vocalise - and somehow this denial seemed only to intensify her pain. As she tried to regularise her breathing she heard Ethan say to Cassiopeia "Do you want to fuck her or shall I?" before catching a response “You may while I observe". Without being asked Agnetha spread and lubricated Isobel's cunt and as an afterthought also lubed her anus. Ethan stepped forward his cock now in his hand and thanked her. He chose her cunt and carefully inserted himself then held her by the shoulders. As he began to thrust, he softly said "I hope we haven't hurt you too badly my dear. Perhaps I can make you come and take your mind off the pain."
All the women in the room heard this but their reactions differed greatly. Isobel felt repulsed and had to work even harder to keep her cunt loose while Agnetha merely felt a little soiled by the notion of someone apologising for her work. But Cassiopeia reacted most strikingly telling at Ethan to stop snivelling and treat her like the slut she was and now fuck er annally. The nurse gave no indication of how she felt at all. Despite her disgust Isobel thought she should at least give the impression of having an orgasm even with the his cock now thrusting into her anal passage. She did this well enough to fool Ethan as he expelled his cum into her but she didn't fool Agnetha or, of course, the sensors recording her physical responses.
Agnetha was asked to take "the slut" away which she willingly did accompanied by the nurse. Back in the bedroom she whispered to Isobel "Assume we are being overheard" as she began to prepare her for the night. Once she had emptied her bowels and bladder and been cleaned more ointment was applied. After she had been secured and made as comfortable as was possible in the circumstances Agnetha gently kissed her forehead and whispered "Try to sleep - tomorrow is going to be a big day."
Agnetha returned to the lounge where she found Ethan alone. "Cassiopeia is processing the readings in the lab" he said. "and I want to talk to you alone - what would I have to do to be able to fuck you?" Agnetha smiled "25 strokes of my favourite cane then a pegging - If you can still get a hard on when I've finished you may stick your tiny dick in my cunt. Many have tried but few have managed it but you're welcome to try. If you are serious we'll start with your enema"
Moments later he meekly followed her out of the door.
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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"
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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
"Laughter" is the prompt this week and while this story isn't meant to provoke laughter it does involve Isobel's sexy laugh attracting attention - I did write something last week which I thought might raise a laugh but not sure anyone else did - maybe tears were a more appropriate response anyway - depends on your age I guess!
Tell me, lovely, loving pair!
Why so kind, and so severe?
Why so careless of our care,
Only to yourselves so dear?
On The Friendship Betwixt Two Ladies, Edmund Waller, 1606-1687
Isobel's visits to the City and Luna now gave her life shape. She hadn't yet formulated the right description for her relationship with Luna. They certainly weren't punter and client, they were definitely friends, they had sex, glorious, kinky sex, but weren't lovers in the way most people use that word either.
What mattered, though, was she now had someone she could be utterly honest with and who offered only support not judgement. Luna in turn had shared her story of the abusive husband who disappeared when she finally stood up to him, how she had raised their child alone and who was now at University making Luna very proud. Her choice to become an escort arose from a drunken conversation with a school friend who revealed that she worked in the afternoons while the kids were at school so she could enjoy the sort of life style she wanted. The same friend had given Luna the advice she still lived by - "Charge more than they expect, give them an unforgettable time and don't take shit from anyone!"
Luna now only saw one or two clients on days she was working, many of them regulars, and while she didn't consider herself a specialist she made clear that there were very few kinks she wasn't up for. None of this felt remotely problematic for Isobel and when they had sex it was always felt new, fresh and very rewarding.
They were drinking coffee in a cafe near Luna’s work flat after a healthy salad lunch. Isobel had spent the morning at the Library but her efforts to make sense of her life had yet again met with a blank. Her frustration was now being compounded by learning that she was not going to be able to have sex with Luna that afternoon because John, a valued client had rung from the airport earlier after discovering his flight was delayed for 24 hours and asking for a session with her.
Isobel changed the subject to the other thing she had looked at during the morning - plastic surgery. Luna had some experience of this and as Isobel already knew her magnificent 36DD breasts owed as much to science as to nature. However, she was cautious about the extent of surgery that Isobel would require and urged her to think long and hard before starting to explore her options.
"Your scars are extraordinary but they are part of you now. One day I hope you will learn what led you to the place where you got them. I know it will be hard but we both know that is what you want."
Isobel thought about his for a few moments but was a little surprised to hear herself reply "What I want right now is to fuck that sweet cunt of yours"
Luna couldn't stop herself smiling and as she did she reached her hand across the table and placed it over Isobel's. But the smile faded and after a long pause she began to speak hesitantly.
"I thought about this when the client rang earlier but decided not to say anything. Perhaps I was wrong and I should give you the chance to decide - it would be a big step though"
Isobel knew Luna well enough by now to know that she cared only for her welfare but even as she was speaking she understood what she was going to ask and why she was so hesitant.
"Oh, I so want to try that, believe me" she quickly said "But what about the scars?"
Luna smiled and leaned forward and asked if she was really sure about taking part in a threesome with a man she had never met. Isobel's response was "As long as he is good looking!” followed by that throaty laugh which as so often unhelpfully attracted the attention of other diners.
Luna grabbed Isobel's hand saying "In that case lets go - he's due in an hour and we need to get you ready". Isobel was now puzzled but willingly followed her friend her spirits rising by the second as she thought about seeing Luna naked again.
Once at the flat Luna explained that her plan was for Isobel to wear her latex catsuit and the strap on cock. It took them many minutes and a lot of talc to get her into it but fortunately they were a similar size and while she couldn't quite match Luna's remarkable bosom, she still filled the suit more than adequately. Some tissues in the toes of a pair of stilettos and she was almost ready.
"And for a finishing touch you should wear the full-face hood too" Luna said. Isobel had kept her hair close cropped so getting the hood on wasn't overly difficult. She then stood before the full-length mirror and saw herself enclosed in shiny rubber from top to bottom and realised that it made her feel very, very good.
Just then the bell rang and without a second thought Isobel took charge - "Don't tell John I'm here. Let it be a little surprise for him when he's ready for us" "Wow - you really are up for this - now hide in the kitchen while I let him in." said Luna.
When John emerged from the bathroom, handsome, naked and freshly showered the first thing he saw was Isobel and his jaw dropped at exactly the same moment his cock came to attention.
"Hello John" said Isobel moving towards him and placing her rubber cock in his right hand while hers grasped his. “Luna tells me your fantasy is spit roasting her - well I'm here to make it a reality" She then leaned forward and whispered in his ear "And I'm going to let you choose which end you take while we do a little warm up” John then endeared himself to Isobel by having the composure to take her rubber clad face in her hands and French kiss her before saying- "Delighted to meet you – I think we’ll make a good team”
Once John was seated at the foot of the bed with firm instructions not to move and to keeps his hands off his cock Isobel directed Luna to the bed before grabbing a butt plug which she inserted into her friend just a little brutally but silenced her complaints with firm slap to the face.
For the next fifteen minutes the two women explored each other’s vaginas with tongues and fingers before Isobel began inserting her rubber cock into one of Luna’s two currently available orifices. After fucking her to orgasm she told John to watch closely while she face fucked her friend to the point where her gag reflex kicked in. Once the cock was removed Luna began to say something only to be told very firmly that her mouth was to only be opened when John was ready to put his cock in it. Luna now invited John to join her and without hesitation the fleshy cock entered Luna's mouth while Isobel removed the butt plug and replaced it with her cock. Within minutes Isobel was fairly sure that John's spunk was starting to fill Luna's mouth while she was once more starting to orgasm.
Luna’s ability to keep John's cock in her mouth, drain it of spunk and have an orgasm all at the same time was deeply impressive but Isobel wasn’t done yet. “Do not swallow” she barked withdrawing from her and gesturing to John to do the same. She then leaned down and kissed Luna deeply taking some of the warm liquid into her own mouth. Both women then stood up and embraced John and one after the other returned his offering before telling him to swallow - which to his credit he did willingly.
An hour later Isobel had finally drawn the session to an end and John was dressed and about to leave. He thanked Luna, hugged her and they agreed to meet again in a few weeks’ time though she was clear that would be a 1 to 1 affair. He then turned to Isobel who was still masked. He thanked her politely and asked if he might kiss her one final time - she had enjoyed their session and respected his willingness to follow her lead so she happily agreed and they shared a long, deep and lingering kiss. "Perhaps we will meet again and next time I will be able to fuck you while I look at your face" he said - "Perhaps" she replied and ushered him out of the door.
The laughter that followed was not at his expense but their own for the outrageous way they had behaved that afternoon and the knowledge that neither regretted a minute of it. Finally, they calmed down and Luna looked Isobel in the eye and said "I think we now know what your profession was Mistress Isobel!
Link to the next part of Isobel's story here
I am working on a mystery story whose central character, Isobel, has no memory beyond the morning she awoke in the cottage where she is now living but has a formidable knowledge of many things and a range of skills that that seem to come quite naturally. This scene involves her learning that one of those skills is sexual and seemed like a good fit with this weeks prompt.
In the six weeks since her awakening Isobel had spent every evening alone in the cottage except for Dog but tonight was to be different. A few days ago she had seen a poster for a fundraising concert to be given by the church choir supported by some musicians from a school in the Town. This struck her as a virtually risk free first outing.
The sun was already low and shone through the trees with unpredictable beauty as she walked through the wood. When she reached the church it was quite full but she spotted an empty space near the back and squeezed in. Most of the music seemed familiar and with one or two exceptions she knew who wrote it and even had some knowledge of their lives but it triggered no memories.
During the interval she was reaching for a glass of white wine when a grey haired man who she took to be in his fifties spoke to her.
"I wouldn't drink too much of that - it can strip the enamel off your teeth!
She tried it then pulled a face and nodded. He seemed to be on his own and had a warm, rather engaging smile and the wrinkles round his eyes were really quite attractive. They chatted about the first half remarking on how well Victoria's Ave Maria had been played and sung but soon enough they were urged back to their seats. Her body had not reacted in any way to the man unlike her response on the day after her awakening when Dog's "owner" had knocked at her door.
Her mind then had been clear she did not recognise him but her body told her she had been fucked by him and more than once. With hindsight his story about Dog being injured and his intention to return with the car to pick him up was always less than convincing. Dog had shown no sign of injury but greeted her like a long-lost friend. At the time she just put it down to the natural friendliness of Labradors. What was harder to explain was that the well-stocked pantry she had found at the cottage include both dry and wet food for larger dogs!
The concert finished and the audience began to shuffle towards the way out. She instinctively looked around the church and spotted the man at the door. A few moments later as she headed for the path through the woods she realised he was walking slowly in front of her and it seemed impolite not to fall in with him.
"I'm looking forward to a glass of the Pomerol I left to breathe earlier" he said.
"Not a 2009?" she asked puzzled as ever where such knowledge came from.
"Afraid not - it’s a 2010 but still rather delightful!"
Afterwards she couldn't recall any preceding thought process but the next words out of her mouth were "I don't suppose you could spare a glass for a weary traveller with miles to go before I sleep?" He laughed gently and said "For a girl who quotes my favourite poet how can I say no."
His cottage was close to where the path through the woods started and it was immediately clear that he lived there alone - it was a mans home, not macho but clearly male with the odd piece sporting memorabilia and well stocked shelves of books and vinyl albums.. After pouring the wine he switched on an old-fashioned record player and flipped a disc on to it. She was intrigued but feared a heavy choral work then relaxed as she recognised the opening bars of Sketches of Spain. Whatever else she might learn about this man his good taste was not going to be in question.
By the time he needed to refill their glasses her body was in total charge and it ached so hard for the touch of warm flesh on flesh. They were chatting like old friends but he gave no indication of expecting anything more than conversation. Suddenly she stood and walked across the room to stand in front of him.
"You have 10 seconds to make a choice - either we go upstairs and fuck right now or I go back and feed Dog who has been home alone tonight?"
He seemed to be rendered speechless by this but he wasn't saying no so she pulled him out of the chair and directed him to the stairs. A few minutes later she was helping him out of his trousers and trying to ignore the underpants that had seen better days. It was absolutely clear that having sex tonight had not crossed his mind. He was clean but in need to some serious attention to his pubic hair. She stopped for a moment and thought for the first time about her own absence of pubic hair - after six weeks on there was no sign of it growing back so it must have been lasered away.
"I don't have any condoms" he mumbled apologetically.
"We're not going to let that stop us are we?" she replied kneeling down and taking his now erect penis into her mouth. It was clean and well looked after she realised with an inward sigh of relief. Having made clear what was in store for him she quickly removed her own remaining clothes and in doing so realised just how wet her cunt had become. She paused for a moment and inserted two fingers then withdrew them and placed them in his mouth – he hesitated then hungrily licked them and as she removed then whispered what sounded like "more please".
Her conscious mind was now a mere observer while her body was on auto pilot. The man was so entranced by what she was doing to him that he failed to even register the scarring on her back and arse which, though healed, was still the same angry red she had observed on that "awakening day". She directed him to put his face between her legs and gave him clear instructions about licking but not sucking her clitoris and exactly how much pressure to apply. Ten minutes later she reached orgasm, her first since awakening and it felt wonderful as it spread through her body and continued to make her spasm for minutes after.
Now she turned him on to his back and again took his penis into her mouth. Pausing only to plunge her other hand into her cunt to gain some lubrication she slipped it between his legs and sought out the entrance to his anus. Her mind interrupted her body momentarily with the thought that there had better be a nailbrush in his bathroom but she dismissed it and sought out his prostate and began to massage it while continuing to explore his cock, balls and urethral opening with her tongue.
His breathing became shorter and he began to make the strange noises that men make during sex. She was never sure whether they were involuntary or had been learned by watching porn? Either way he was heading for ejaculation and she could already taste the pre-cum oozing from his cock. She pulled away and began to masturbate him - he tried to speak but she silenced him with a long, deep and lingering kiss while slipping a second finger into his anus. Seconds later spunk shot from his cock and landed in her hair. She laughed uproariously while he panted and tried to process what had just happened. Inevitably he drifted off to sleep soon after and she lightly gathered her clothes and headed for the bathroom. Pausing only to clean her nails she dressed and went downstairs.
By now her conscious mind had reasserted control and she found a note pad and pen and sat down to write the following: -
"Thank you for tonight - I hope you enjoyed it too but I really do have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. I hope you won't be too disappointed that I am not looking for a lover but along the way I will need a friend I’m sure. Isobel, xo"
When she reached the cottage Dog bounded to the door to meet her but quickly sniffed at her legs and clothing before turning his back on her. It was several days before he deigned to spend the night on her bed again.
Part 4 of Isobel's Story is here
My pillow won’t tell me
Where he has gone,
The soft-footed one
Who passed by, alone.
THEODORE ROETHKE The Apparition
Isobel dressed in the clothes she found in the wardrobe - all brand new and the right size. The labels were High street but the quality end. Without giving it much thought she had naturally dressed as if getting ready for some exercise - tight pants, a Lycra tee over a sports bra and running top for warmth.
She had heard nothing inside the cottage so was reasonably sure she was alone but nonetheless carefully explored what proved to be a two bedroom cottage furnished tastefully but with nothing that would give any clue about its occupant.
The real surprise came when she opened the front door. 50 yards away was a shore and water for some distance beyond which rose wooded hills. Behind the cottage was a wood with the start of a path leading into it. She could see no other building or sign of human impact on the landscape. It was breathtaking and she felt an extraordinary surge of happiness at being alone amidst such natural beauty.
She had no idea how long she lingered by the shore drinking in the beauty and feeling her fears becoming smaller until she was able to place it on one side - she was Isobel and this felt like home.
Eventually hunger led her back to the cottage where she quickly found the file promised in her "Welcome" letter. Annotated in the same hand she found the deeds to the cottage and some of the land around it. These told her that she was in the northern part of England, in or close to the Lake District she guessed. There were details of a bank account with a note explaining that her "pension" would be paid into this account on the first of the month, a private health plan and some cash.
The kitchen had a well-stocked fridge and an equally well stocked larder. What she also discovered was that there was no internet connection, TV or phone only a small radio. After a plain breakfast of muesli and yogurt followed by coffee, she again found herself drawn to the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She saw a healthy, fit young woman and were it not for the now hidden scars she would have also said "normal". She felt her body urging her to exercise and instinctively decided to take a run.
Within seconds she knew this was something her body had done thousands of times before. It felt natural and she quickly found a comfortable rhythm. She ran for several miles along the shore line without seeing a living soul before turning back. Her stride was long and while her breathing was faster, she didn't feel as though she was anywhere near her limits.
As she neared the cottage she saw what looked like a hiker and a dog sitting outside. The man came to his feet as she approached. As soon as she saw his face something stirred, deep in her stomach and a sense of warmth spread through her body and seemed to settle in her vagina. She knew that she didn't recognise his face yet her body was screaming "He fucked you - and more than once - and you enjoyed it".
“I am so sorry to disturb you but my dog seems to have hurt his paw. I was trying to ring for a friend to pick us up but there’s no signal here of course. Could I possibly leave him with you for a couple of hours while I go and get the car?”
The dog seemed happy enough and was positively enthusiastic about meeting Isobel. She recognised it as a Yellow Labrador and something in the recesses of her mind said “And that’s a proper dog too”. She told the man she would happily look after the dog and asked if he needed refreshments himself. He declined and left promising to be back within a couple of hours. It was only after he had disappeared from sight that it occurred to her that there was no vehicle access to the cottage yet he had specifically talked about his car rather than a boat?
By the time it started to grow dark she knew the hiker wasn’t coming back not that Dog, now upper case, was bothered in the least. He and Isobel seemed to have developed an instant rapport and being honest with herself having a companion albeit a canine one had made this day that began with near terror into one where she could contemplate going to bed with a book and looking forward to finding out more about who she was in the morning.
There were several bookcases around the cottage with a wide range of books on their shelves. All but a few were brand new but it was one of the second hand volumes she took down. She hesitated before opening it wondering, hoping perhaps, that there would be some clue here to her identity. The book was a slim volume of poetry by Theodore Roethke and when she did open it was surprised to see that it was a library book though closer examination revealed it had been withdrawn from a university library decades earlier. Her disappointment was considerable – this was something bought from a second hand dealer not some relic of her past. And yet he was a poet she knew of and was familiar with some of his poetry how was it that this obscure work was left here for her to find?
She made her way upstairs and hadn’t been in bed more than few moments when she heard a commotion on the stairs. Her heart raced but before anxiety could set in Dog burst through the door and leapt on to the bed. She decided to let him stay though his arrival led her thoughts back to his missing owner and she quickly realised that she would happily welcome the owner into her bed were he to finally arrive. She put the book aside and turned off the light and her right hand made its way down to her stomach and between her legs where she was a little surprised to find she was already wet. She could almost feel the shape of the man’s cock in her cunt, she knew how he would slowly part her labia with it before thrusting deep inside her. And while she knew that he would fuck her hard she was sure he would also take care to help her to orgasm too. How could she know that much about a complete stranger?
A few minutes later she felt her orgasm rise and then fall and turned on her side. Within moments she was asleep and soon both her and Dog began to dream of how their lives might stay properly entwined this time.
Read the third part of Isobel's Story here