Darkest Fantasies (7 page)

But one thing
that did happen, with all that touching and with the fellow, big as
he was, chained up like that, she realised she felt nothing but
superiority over him. He was vastly her superior in the muscle
department alone, but at that moment she was the boss. She could do
to him whatever she wanted. Now she wanted to see him all.

She discovered
the shorts were held in place by a buckle on each hip. She released
them one by one, only to discover the shorts held more surprises
than the man's body alone. In the front his balls were encased in
another tight leather pouch, which she had to release, and at the
back a dildo slid out of his anus when she pulled them from
him.

She made a
tiny noise of shock and looked over at Madam Tisset, who was now
lounging in a torture chair with her legs crossed. 'Does he enjoy
stuff like that?' she asked, indicating the shorts.

'The more
uncomfortable you make his privates, the more he can't take his
mind off them. And if it begins to hurt, so much the better. You
see, pain is as near to pleasure as you can get. The slave will get
more pleasure from his erogenous zones being respectively
constricted, forced apart or beaten, as he will from the final act
of ejaculation. The trick is to make him feel a whole multitude of
emotions, ones he cannot control or escape from or assist in, hence
the immobilisation. Over the session these will amalgamate into a
single massive experience which his pea-brain will later tell him
he has enjoyed.'

She uncurled
from her seat. 'Right, now you're relaxed about it all, we'll look
at the various sexual aids. To start with we'll go through the
insertion tools, go on to the constriction devices - do find out
which ones excite you, never mind what he likes at this moment,
he's there to please you, no more - and once you've done that you
can try out the paddles and whips.'

'But what if I
hurt him?'

'I'll add it
to his bill. Right, Ben?'

Ben nodded and
mumbled again.

Esther was slightly shocked. 'But I thought I was going to
have to pay
him
.'

'Good God,
no,' Madam Tisset scoffed. 'He's not getting all this for free.
What do you think I am, a charitable institution? Now, have a look
at these.' She pulled out a drawer full of stainless steel tools
which would have done justice to a surgeon.

After some
instruction, and with a little trepidation, Esther practised. She
took the flaccid penis into her hand and tentatively began to
insert one of the long slender tools. Ben's whole body tensed and
quivered as she found the entrance to his urethra and slid the tool
in. There was a small groan from behind the gag. She moved the
probe around, prodding and pulling so the curved end touched
various places inside him. He tensed, and the penis became
huge.

'Is that
right?' she asked uncertainly.

He nodded,
gasping and shuddering, and a small dribble of liquid slid over her
fingers.

'After a while
that can be quite painful. Especially if you make him drink lots of
water and instruct him to hold it,' Madam Tisset said, pouring
herself a cup of tea. 'They can find that quite nice. And that tube
there is quite a good one. If you push that in, then use the bulb
to pressurise it, you can stop them from peeing at all until you
release it. They use that in hospitals for people with
incontinence. It takes a bit of practice to get it in, though, so
perhaps we should leave it until later.'

'And this?'
Esther asked, becoming more intrigued by the array of
implements.

'Oh, that one
does the same thing at the rear end. You can blow it up like a
balloon inside him, cramp his bowels up something lovely. Go on,
have a try. You might need to use some lubricant - the finger is
the best way of doing that. I've already flushed him out, given him
an enema, so he's not going to do anything nasty. Now, I've got to
go and make some calls to clients. Get on and enjoy yourself, and
just call if you need me. That's an impressive erection you've got
there,' she added admiringly.

Esther found
herself distanced from reality. She was in a room where a man she
had never seen before was strung up in chains for her pleasure. Not
only had he allowed it voluntarily, but he was paying for it. Madam
Tisset was talking about him as if he was a piece of meat, and she,
herself, was sticking things in his private places, which he seemed
to be enjoying immensely. It made her feel very powerful and
important.

She lubricated
his anus as Madam Tisset had told her, and pushed the plug in.
There was a faint resistance before it was sucked into place. She
then proceeded to blow it up. At the first few pumps there was no
reaction, then he made gasping noises, then he made groaning
noises. When he made little strangled noises in his throat and
began to convulse against the chains she thought she had gone far
enough, so released the pressure and began all over again. It was a
bit like winding up a toy and watching it go.

When Madam
Tisset came back in a while later, Ben was covered in a sheen of
sweat, his balls sported a weight of rather impressive size, and
Esther was beating his buttocks with a short cat-o'-nine-tails made
of rubber. His penis was pendulous and leaking, and every so often
the tips of the whip would catch the back of his balls and send him
writhing.

'Very good,'
Madam Tisset complimented. 'Of course, the one thing that would
make this all slightly more exciting for him would be to put a
blindfold on him. Then he would have no idea where the next lash
will fall. If he can't anticipate, he can't stop himself from
reacting. But that's enough for now, dearie. Ben has to go to work
in a minute, so do you want to have a go at finishing him off, or
shall I do it?'

'How would he
want it to be done?' Esther said hesitantly.

'My dear, it doesn't matter what the slave wants. That's not
what this is all about. You're the mistress here. You're supposed
to be doing what
you
want. Have you enjoyed yourself? Has it made you feel
exceedingly randy, so that you want to go home and leap on
Kevin?'

'Yes,' Esther
said with feeling. 'I feel all wound up and nowhere to go.'

'Excellent.
Then finish him off, like this - then let him down and send him to
me in the office when he's showered.'

Esther used
her hand as Madam Tisset had shown her.

'Thank you,
Madam,' he gasped as she took the gag out of his mouth. 'Can I
visit you again, please? You're very good.'

And so the
self-confidence lessons progressed.

Several weeks
later Kevin arrived home on a Sunday evening to greet Esther with a
quick kiss and a large sigh. 'Hello, darling. Sorry I'm later than
expected. It's been the most trying week. Working all hours,
staying at that damned hotel all weekend for the conference.'

'You poor
dear,' Esther said sympathetically. 'Perhaps it's time you had a
little holiday. Anyway, you're home now. Come and have your dinner.
I've only been keeping it warm for an hour or so.'

He sniffed
appreciatively and thought how nice it was to have plain English
cooking after the excessively rich food in the hotel. 'Roast beef,
just like mother made. Essie, honey, you're a wonder!'

'Slip your
shoes off, sit down and have a glass of wine, darling. You must be
absolutely knackered. You've been working far too hard lately, you
know. You're hardly ever here.'

'Honey, you're
a wonderful little wife, you know that?' he said, relaxing under
her sensitive ministrations, and swirling the pale liquid around in
the glass before throwing it down in one. 'I knew I was on to a
good thing when I met you.'

'I try to be a
good little wife,' she said dutifully, and knelt on the floor to
massage his feet. 'I'm learning new things all the time.'

'Aah,' Kevin
sighed, stretching luxuriously, not hearing the extra sugar in his
wife's tone. 'Is this part of what you learned at those
classes?'

'Uh-huh. This
and much, much more.'

He patted her
head absently. Esther smiled secretively, and rose to serve the
dinner.

'Have you been
shopping, Essie, honey? Did you manage to get me some new
shirts?'

'Sorry,
darling, I was busy sorting out the garage. You know I've been
meaning to do it for months. I'll get your shirts tomorrow. I'm
intending to go shopping.'

'Find anything
interesting in the garage?'

'An awful lot
of rubbish and an army of spiders.'

Kevin
shuddered. He had a morbid fear of spiders, and if anything was
calculated to keep him out of the garage, that was. If Esther
wanted him to help out in there, no way. 'What are you cleaning the
garage out for, anyway?'

'I was
thinking of turning it into a sort of utility room. You know we
never bother to put the car in there, so we won't miss it.'

'Won't that
cost a lot?'

'Apart from
scrubbing it from head to toe, a lick of paint is all it needs, and
I can do that myself. It'll be well worth the effort and will free
up some kitchen space, make it easier for me to iron your
shirts.'

He glanced up
and thought for a fleeting moment that Esther's tone had a slightly
sarcastic note to it, but realised he must be mistaken; she wore
her normal placid expression. Somehow, before they were married,
she had been stronger, had more vitality. He couldn't help
wondering where that had all gone. Still, one couldn't have
everything. He grinned to himself; at least, not at home. Cleaning
up the garage was a good idea; it kept Esther busy if nothing else,
and the busier she was, the less she was likely to sit around and
worry about where he was. He turned his attention to the perfectly
roasted, if rather dry, potatoes. Yep, she was a good little wife
all right.

When he'd
finished eating he slouched into the lounge, dropped into his
favourite chair, stretched his legs, and interlocked his fingers
behind his head. He smiled at Esther. 'You know, it's at times like
this I really know how lucky I am to have you.'

As Kevin
wallowed in complacency, Esther glanced around the neat room and
suddenly realised how sterile it all seemed. There was nothing of
her here. Nothing of Kevin, either, when it came down to it. Just a
perfect show home for when people called. Not that they very often
did. He had few friends at work, and she seemed to have drifted
from hers over the years.

She had been
feeling slightly fainthearted during the day, thinking that perhaps
her plans were a bit drastic, but found her courage buoyed by the
thought that she was saving their marriage. Another year or so down
the line and it would simply be too late; there would be nothing
left to save. She fetched his glass and flicked the television
on.

'Here, have
some more wine and watch the match while I wash up. I recorded it
for you, as you've been working so hard lately.'

'You did?
Honey, that was so thoughtful.' Recollecting what he had actually
been doing, and knowing how much she hated football, he had the
grace to look slightly guilty, but what the hell. It was nice to be
pampered, and it was time he called it a day with Alicia; she
really couldn't excite him any more.

Esther looked
back around the door, 'Oh, I'm just going to pop over to Jenny's
for coffee. I promised her I'd go round for a chat, and just forgot
about the time.'

'That's fine,
honey. See you later.'

From the
kitchen Esther watched Kevin through the open door. He really was a
fine specimen by anybody's standards. Even now she recalled the
thrill of attraction that gripped her when she'd first met him, and
somehow he had grown even more sexy in the last couple of years.
And she knew she was special to him; she had seen that cold
arrogance with which he treated others, and thanked God it wasn't
ever directed at her. She knew he could be a right bastard with
people he didn't like very much. But whatever he was like at work,
when he was impressing the directors or wangling deals out of
others, at home he was getting set in his ways, complacent as an
old sofa.

She felt her
anger building at the sudden thought of that rather pretty young
thing called Chrissie something-or-other who had accosted her at
the business function. It didn't take much imagination to know what
she and Kevin had been to each other at some time. Yet whatever
that woman now had against Kevin, Esther didn't care any more.
Madam Tisset's business card had been given to her in the true
spirit of spite, but it wasn't going to wreck her marriage, it was
going to save it, even if the manner of achieving it was going to
be one hell of a shock to dear Kevin. Esther hummed as she washed
up, and found herself getting very excited.

Twenty minutes
later, hands on hips, she surveyed her dearly beloved. Kevin would
have been shocked at the expression on her face - had he been awake
to see it. The potion Madam Tisset had given her had worked a
treat. He was lolling back in the chair, arms draped over the
edges, television forgotten, and the empty wine glass on the floor
beneath his hand. Esther picked it up. 'Naughty boy,' she said
softly, seeing the little damp patch of wine on the carpet. 'Madam
is going to have to punish you for that.'

Kevin felt
hands pulling at his shirt. He tried to wake himself from the
strangest lethargy he had ever felt, but could not. Dimly he heard
a voice he had never heard before, one filled with the harsh ring
of authority.

'Don't try to
speak, slave, just listen and obey my voice. You've been a naughty
boy, gadding about with lots of other women, and your mistress is
going to put a stop to all that, do you hear? Now, push yourself on
to your feet. Come on! Get on with it, I can't lift you on my
own!'