Technology Aided Torment (Part 1)

The following story is based on an early, very mild foray
into the world of teasing and denial. It centres on a software tool which,
although developed for very vanilla purposes (i.e. keeping time while
practising a musical instrument), also has a kinkier application for which it
was most effective.

A while back I was looking for a fun side project and
thought I’d redevelop it and perhaps extend it to make it more purpose built
for the more fun kinky applications (not that practising a music instrument
isn’t necessarily fun…). Therefore, I’ve written this story to outline the
original inspiration and application of the game.

***

He kneeled in anticipation, his knees pressing into the cold
tiles and his hands cuffed behind his back as instructed. The blindfold around
his head all but removed his vision, making him acutely aware of the sound of
his rasping breath being drawn through a pair of Her undergarments doubling as
a makeshift gag. Suddenly his breathing was accompanied by a crescendo of
footsteps on the tiles as She walked towards him.

***

(A few months earlier)

They had met on a small community website catering for those
with less than vanilla proclivities and a precursor to a site that you’re
probably a member of if you’re reading this story. He was young and
inexperienced and the idea of introducing a newbie to her delectable world of
devious torments appealed to her immensely. What followed an initial exchange
of messages and an online chat were several ad-hoc encounters in which she
slowly exposed him to various aspects of D & S. She delighted in his
eagerness to learn and his intense reactions to each new experience.

As part of this exploratory process, she required him to
write a journal after each session detailing his feedback on the activities.
They would then discuss this feedback via online chat prior to subsequent
encounters. In these conversations, teasing and denial or orgasm denial emerged
as an obvious area for further development. She naturally required him in a
heightened state of arousal prior to sessions and to do this, would stipulate
the number of times he would need to edge himself on the preceding days.
Naturally, this would also mean that he would forgo any orgasms thus ensuring
the desired state of arousal when in her presence.

Although he seemed apprehensive and struggled with the
frustration of protracted denial, he willingly took up the challenge and
clearly acknowledged that the benefits of restraint and delayed gratification.
After a few months of testing him, she decided that he may be ready to take
things further.

For the next session, she made him edge more and refrain
from orgasm even longer than before. The session then took his frustration to
new heights with prolonged and merciless teasing. He assumed that after
sufficient torment he would be permitted release but this wasn’t forthcoming.
Instead she had him clean up and leave, telling him that he would have to wait
for permission via text message for his release (for which he didn’t have to wait
too long although it probably seemed like a lifetime to him).

His ensuing journal entry noted that he had found this
difficult but the subsequent release was amazing and well worth the build-up.
She then hatched a plan for a more formal programme of tease and denial and
sent him a message:

Continues here…

Frustration Outsourced – The Finale

(Story continues from Part 5)

Jason’s breath rasped in a resigned anguish as the malevolent machine stopped again, leaving him hanging after yet another repetition of the cruel cycle. He waited helplessly for the machine to resume his torment, his mind in an almost meditative state having given up all attempts to guess when and how his ordeal might end. After some time had passed he began to wonder why the device had not yet resumed its nefarious cycle. Perhaps the intervals were getting even longer now that his level of arousal was beyond the point of desperation? Or perhaps his torment was over? No, it couldn’t be, surely he wouldn’t be left hanging like this? He wasn’t sure whether the prospect of the cycle repeating again or being left hanging in his current state was worse. He had no choice but to wait patiently.

His answer was not long in coming when he felt the ear muffs being removed gently from his head.
“Alright Jason, that does it for your treatment”, came the familiar voice of the matron, “I’m now going to reapply your chastity device”.
Jason’s heart sank as the words “reapply your chastity device” sunk in. He tried to protest, forgetting the gag which reduced the sound of his indignation to a garbled moan.
“Shhhh… it will be much easier if you relax,” said the matron in a soothing tone as Jason felt a gentle press of her hand on his chest, “I’m just going to quickly wash you clean of all of this sticky lubricant”.
Jason’s member throbbed in futile anticipation as a wet cloth was applied, removing the lubricant from his twitching phallus and surrounds. The pleasant, although infuriating, sensations were rudely interrupted by an ice cold sting of what must have been an ice pack was applied.
“Don’t worry, this won’t take long,” said the matron in her usual reassuring tone.
Jason felt like screaming with frustration as the blood slowly drained from his loins, returning him to a more normal, flaccid state despite his intense level of arousal. As soon as it was possible, the matron deftly reapplied the rings followed by the tube of his chastity device leaving him no opportunity to get hard again.
“There you go, all ready for your Mistress!” She said as he heard the lock snap shut, returning him to his pre-ordeal, chaste state.
“I’m going to remove your blindfold, gag and restraints now. However, I must just warn you that I am expected to report on your behaviour to your Mistress. Do you promise to behave?”
Jason gave a dejected nod. He felt the gag being removed and his vision retuned as the blindfold was subsequently withdrawn. His vision was hazy at first, taking, a while to adjust to the relative brightness of the room. The matron then removed his ankle and wrist restraints. Despite being free, his limbs felt limp, his body overwhelmed as a result of the intensity of the sensations that it had been subjected to for such a prolonged period.
“Just take a minute to compose yourself. You may leave as soon as you feel ready.”

***

After putting on his clothes, Jason made his way out of the premises towards the nearest bus stop. The throbbing sensations in his groin had not subsided and were worsened by the pressing of his boxer shorts against his chastity cage as he walked. His discomfort was exacerbated by the awkwardness of avoiding letting on to the public that anything was amiss with him. Mercifully there were not many people about and his bus was not long in coming.

While standing on the bus his thoughts turned to his Mistress. He wanted to be annoyed with but at the same time, admired the deviousness of her simple, but effective, means of ensuring that he was subsumed by an overwhelming desire. Despite his pent up state and the associated discomfort, he could not help picturing her in his mind. What would she be wearing? Thoughts of kissing her beautiful feet and the nape of her neck only made matters worse. What did she have in store for him this evening? Whatever it turned out to be, he had no doubt that his release would be earth shattering when finally granted.

***

After disembarking the bus and a brief walk, Jason arrives at his Mistress’s stately Georgian townhouse. He strikes the heavy metal door knock four times in the prescribed rhythm to alert her to his arrival. After waiting for a few seconds, he opens the door tentatively and steps inside quietly, closing the door shut behind him. He then makes his way through the hallway to the guest bathroom situated under the stairs. On entering the bathroom he finds his collar and leash placed on top of a small chest of drawers. He removes his clothes, folding and placing them in a neat pile on one of the empty shelves. Standing naked, but for his chastity device, he fits the leather collar around his neck. After securing the collar he takes a deep breath, his heart beating heavily with anticipation in his chest. He then makes his way out of the bathroom and lowers himself to his knees as required. He takes the end of the leash in his mouth and makes his way on all fours to the foot of the stairs where he waits patiently for his Mistress.

It’s not long before he hears footsteps coming towards him on the upper floor. He looks up to see Looking up he see his Mistress resplendent in her silk negligee and silver pendant earrings. She looks down at Jason and smiles while making her way down the carpeted stairs slowly. As she gets closer, Jason smells her scent which only adds to her allure. On arriving on at the step in front of him she leans down and takes the leash from his mouth.
“Hello my darling,” she says in a warm, honeyed tone, “So I hope you enjoyed my little surprise?”
“Yes, Mistress,” stammered Jason, overwhelmed by the feeling of finally being at his Mistress’s feet.
“That’s good my dear, I’m pleased that you’ve had your fun,” she says as she turns to walk back up the stairs. A gentle tug at Jason’s leash is his cue to crawl up the stairs behind her.
“Because tonight the pleasure will be all mine.”

– THE END (FOR NOW AT LEAST!) –

Frustration Outsourced – Part 5

(Continued from Part 4)

Monique’s reverie was interrupted by the chime of an antique grandfather clock in the hallway.
“Better finish off my preparations”, she thought as she arose from her bed and began to clear the various garments and accessories strewn about the room. Once the miscellany of items had been put away, she began to collect a number of implements that might be needed for her evening.

She thought that she’d start with a pedicure, something that she enjoyed immensely although Jason had required extensive tutelage in performing this service to her exacting standards. She loved the thought of him working at her feet, her scant clothing teasing him with the occasional glimpse of her naked flesh. She then placed the soft but effective blindfold that would render him sightless at a later stage in their encounter next to the pedicure set. This was then accompanied by an assortment of cuffs and a thin leather leash.

A paddle and her crop were added to the assortment of items, just in case Jason needed some encouragement to perform his duties. However, she doubted that this would be necessary as her ingenious plan would pretty much guarantee his service levels. Her new lifestyle had taught her that there’s nothing quite like having a suitably pent up man under your thumb, eager to indulge your every whim. Unfortunately, like most worthwhile things in life, significant time and effort is required to build his frustration to the desired levels. Therefore the most practical solution to this problem was simply to outsource some of the effort to a trusted service provider.

It was with this solution in mind that the “clinic” Jason found himself a patron of was conceived. Basically his initial encounter was an experiment with him serving as the guinea pig. Should the experiment prove successful then she would even consider extending the pilot, perhaps offering the service to other women in her situation. While she had no need for material gain, she thought it might be altruistic to enable other women to also enjoy the benefits that she had become so accustomed to herself.

Her attention then turned to her sound system and she considered which play lists would be a fitting accompaniment to her evening’s entertainment. She decided to start with something fairly relaxing: some smooth jazz or baroque instrumental music to play in the background? When she was ready for Jason to begin more intimate services she would perhaps move onto something more meditative as she basked in her pleasure, her arousal building slowly. Some choral music would be most fitting for the languid process she had in mind. Maybe she’d make him hold back her orgasm, building the intensity of her inevitable release. Or would she have her first orgasm sooner, enjoying many more shortly thereafter? Or would she combine both approaches? As delicious as pondering these options was, she delighted in the fact that she didn’t need to choose in advance and could simply demand whatever she pleased in the moment.

***

The matron had been observing Jason’s reaction to his ordeal carefully for some time. While she had extensive practice in teasing her own partners, she found his reactions to this more clinical, methodical approach to be fascinating. First there was his bewilderment and embarrassment which quickly subsided as he succumbed to the commencement of the pleasurable sensations he must have been craving so badly. Then there was a return to bewilderment, almost indignation after she suddenly stopped the masturbation machine when she saw him near the point of no return. This was followed by his almost palpable relief when the sensations resumed, only for the interminable cycle to continue.

With each repetition of the process she could feel his desperation grow, his writhing and moaning increasing in intensity followed by muffled expressions of anguish each time she allowed the machine to bring him to the brink at which point she deftly intervened, stopped it at just the “right” moment.
“This must be difficult for one so young as he”, she thought as she noted down some of her observations after stopping the machine for what must have felt like the umpteenth time for Jason. The pause after each edge was now much longer than when the treatment began three quarters of an hour ago. She waited patiently for his breathing to slow while watching the timer app on her iPhone. After the initial intensity of his reaction to the edging subsided she started the machine once again, even more slowly this time.
“Poor boy, still a while to go,” she thought as she watched Jason brace himself for what he now knew would follow yet again.

***

A scented candle spluttered and began to cast a dim light throughout the room as its flame fluttered gently, filling the room with a fragrant odour.
“Almost done,” thought Monique as she killed the flame and tossed the matchstick into the bin, “Just one more thing…”
She turned and walked from the mantelpiece towards the far side of the room where a solid mahogany chest of drawers stood. The top drawer was just above waist height and took a bit of a tug to loosen before being easily pried open. Inside the drawer was a scattering of random accessories which included a small, black enamel jewellery box. Monique picked the box up and opened it gently to reveal a miniature key on a simple, silver chain. She took the chain from the box and set the box aside on top of the chest. The key dangled from her hand as she toyed with the chain, running it between her long fingers slowly and deliberately.
A wry smile ran across her face as she thought how amusing it was that such a small piece of metal could hold so much power. Despite its unremarkable appearance, this key was what gave her complete control over Jason by securing his manhood and thus ensuring his utmost devotion to her. The sight of the key would no doubt encourage him but then but then he’d hardly need any encouragement given his prior ordeal. In fact, the key might serve a negative purpose, creating distraction and worse still – expectations. Her pleasure would be the sole focus of his evening therefore it would be best not to distract him in anyway. Her decision made, she put the key and chain back in its box before returning it to the drawer out of sight.

***

The story culminates here.

Frustration Outsourced – Part 4

(Continued from Part 3)

Monique nibbled at her takeaway sushi while listening to a recording of Puccini’s Tosca that she thought most sublime. “It will soon be time to prepare for this evening’s fun and games” she mused as her chopsticks deftly selected a luscious piece of sashimi. Her thoughts then wandered to Jason’s “appointment”. Her instructions were precise and she felt a tingling all over when she thought of the torment he would be subjected to.

She set the remnants of her sushi aside, arose gracefully from her sofa and made her way through the hall way, up two flights of stairs to the upper floor of her elegant, terraced home. The marbled stairs gave way to a modest passage leading past the doors of the spare rooms to the inner sanctum, her bedroom. There was no doubt in her mind as to what she would be wearing this evening as she strode down the passage entering her bedroom. She walked across the generous room through to her dressing room which was located at the side of an imposing four posted bed. She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of the impact that the black silk negligee she had pulled from her extensive array of garments would have on Jason. As she laid the selected garment out on her bed, she stood for a moment, running her hands from her hips across her stomach up to her neck. She let out a contented sigh while she imagined Jason’s pending ordeal and his chaste, frustrated state. Her mind couldn’t help but wander to the pleasure that lay in store for her later on this evening.

***

Jason found himself lying exposed on what felt like some kind of massage table. Despite the relative comfort of the table, his wrists were restrained at his sides by soft leather cuffs. His ankles were also restrained towards the far end of the table, leaving his legs in a slightly parted position. Over his waist and thighs ran a strap which forced him to lie flat against the table. While it felt blissful to have his manhood free from his wretched chastity device, his immobilised and blindfolded state only served to heighten his sense of frustration.

He heard the matron moving about the room followed by a step closer towards him, “Alright Jason, I’m just going to apply some lubricant for the treatment”. He felt the matrons gloved hands applying a warm and silky substance to his genital region. While he couldn’t help but sigh audibly at her ministrations, she appeared to be unaffected, going about her task in a routine, business-like way.

The ecstatic feelings stopped abruptly and he felt a pressure around his member as his shaft was enclosed by what he imagined to be some sort of plastic tube or cylinder. What was going to happen? Was he going to get a release? But surely his mistress wouldn’t allow this release to be provided and overseen by another in this manner?

“Alright Jason, now as per the instructions of your mistress, you’re to experience your treatment in full sensory deprivation and therefore I will be applying a gag and ear-muffs following which your treatment will commence for the stipulated duration. If you experience any significant discomfort you can push the button located on the side of the table with your right hand. However, please note that any interruptions will need to be reported. Therefore I would advise you to do this only if you really have to! Are you ready to begin?”

Almost immediately after Jason voiced an unconvincing affirmation of his readiness he felt a spherical object being inserted into his mouth and a strap passing under his head. His ears were then encased by a soft, furry muff leaving him in an all-encompassing sensory void.

***

Monique admired herself in her mirror, pleased with her preparations for the evening. In addition to the aforementioned negligee, she wore dark black earrings, a sparkling platinum necklace and a pair of elegant but pronounced high heels. Her dark brown hair curled around the back of her ears before retreating behind her shoulders. She sauntered out of her bathroom towards her bed, the muffled sounds of an aria from Tosca still emanating from the recording playing downstairs. She collapsed onto her bed as if permitting herself an indulgent rest following her meticulous toilette. While lying on the bed, she slowly ran her slender fingers up her thighs, briefly catching and hiking the bottom of the negligee before moving her hands over her stomach with one hand then climbing upwards towards the nape of her neck and the other towards her side as she embraced and cradled herself.

Tonight she would have her compliant Jason kiss her from head to toe, worshipping every inch of her body. After a suitable period of obeisance she would have him suck gently on her breasts. She would then apply a blindfold before nudging his head down between her thighs following which she would bask in the expert ministrations of his well-trained tongue for as long as she desired. Being blindfolded he would have nothing other than her musky scent to distract him from his task of bringing her the exquisite pleasure she sought.

***

Jason sat in the quiet, still darkness for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes. Then he felt the device encapsulating his shaft start to move slowly upwards and downwards, creating a delicious sensation. After the end of the device almost reached the base of his shaft, the cycle continued, slowly upwards and then downwards again. Was this how he was to obtain his much anticipated release? Or was there perhaps something darker his mistress had in store for him? His train of thought was interrupted as the pace of the upward, downward movement began to increase gradually. Jason couldn’t help but moan into the gag, his embarrassment overwhelmed by the result of his protracted spate of testing and denial. He felt his arousal growing, building beyond a pleasant buzz into a more constant, burning sensation. Was this going to be his release? It seemed rather unorthodox but at that moment he didn’t care, a release in any form would do!

As he felt himself drawing closer and closer to climax, his hips attempted to buck against the restraints. He lost his attempts at decorum as he writhed, ragged gasps punctuating his moans into the gag. Suddenly the sensation stopped. His heart sank, “Surely something’s wrong”, he though, his anxiety building. A few seconds later he felt the movement and the accompanying sensations resume slowly at which he breathed a sigh of relief. The movements continued for some time at an excruciatingly slow pace, keeping his level of arousal at a consistent throbbing but without increasing it beyond this. After what seemed like a while (but was probably only a minute or two), the pace began to increase again. Jason felt his arousal begin to build once again towards the point of no return. His restrained hands grasped the cushioned surface of the table as he felt himself drawing closer to the relief he longed for so badly. “Just a few more strokes”, he thought as he reached the brink.
“What the…?”, he garbled into the gag as the movement stopped yet again, just as he was so close to crossing the threshold into blissful orgasm. Had he not been so overwhelmed in his pent up state, he would have noticed that this time the motion paused for a bit longer than the last before resuming the slow, torturous stroking. As he gathered his composure he wondered whether this was some form of build-up prior to a pending climax. He knew his mistress loved teasing – she maintained that his orgasms were much more intense when he had been taken to the edge and cruelly denied a number of times. Not taking his orgasms lightly, it was important to her that there was a sufficient build up in order to make the event as memorable as possible (a focus on quality rather than quantity, one might say). Was this perhaps a form of foreplay or was it something even more sinister? His thoughts were interrupted by a return to the slow but steady rise in the speed of the mechanical ministrations.

***

Story continues in Part 5.

Frustration Outsourced – Part 3

(Continued from Part 2)

As would be expected of any enterprising 21st century business woman, Monique regularly reviewed the various activities in her day-to-day existence that she found time consuming and tedious. These activities were then outsourced, delegated or automated. For managing her diary and fulfilling miscellaneous tasks she had a virtual assistant, a local dry cleaner for laundry, a maid for domestic chores, websites for online shopping and in the absence of culinary inspiration there were always restaurants.

One important thing that she had not been able to outsource was the maintenance of a suitable level of frustration and desperation in Jason. As most dominant women would agree, there is nothing better than the ministrations of a sub who has been extensively teased and denied release. While she loved teasing and tormenting Jason, she was concerned that the frequency which she believed was required could lead to something she took great pleasure feeling like a chore. Therefore she set about trying to find solutions to avoid this happening. She experimented with self-teasing which had predictable results i.e. frequent mishaps. She decided to set about devising a solution that would fulfil her requirements (and perhaps those of women in a similar situation) in a convenient and safe manner.

***

Jason followed the woman down the passage into what appeared to be an ordinary consulting room. The office was furnished with the usual desk, chairs, PC but with no personal effects. A medical examination chair was the only item of furniture that distinguished this from a normal office. The matron gestured towards the seat in front of her desk and took her own seat behind the desk. She ruffled through a few papers and then said, “I just have a few questions as a formality before we get started…” to which Jason awkwardly replied “Go ahead…”
“Alright Jason, I am just reviewing the comments from your Mistress here. I need to confirm with you – when where you last granted release?” Jason replied, “ummm, last Sunday”
“So effectively six days ago?”
“Yes, that’s correct”
“Have you been teased since then?”
“Yes, I have”
“Roughly how extensively?”
“Mistress has conducted two sessions of around an hour each with the occasional shorter session of a few minutes”
“Alright, how would you rate your current level of arousal from 1 – 10?”
“Uhhh… about 8?”
“Put it this way, what is the longest you have been denied release?”
“This is the longest I’ve experienced so I am pretty frustrated”
“Yes, you must be. I see that her brief stipulates that you used to enjoy orgasms at least daily, if not twice daily, prior to your arrangement with her?”
“Yes, that is correct”
“Thank you. And I see that she has conducted a complete tolerance test… very thorough”
“Ummm, yes, I think so”
Monique was meticulous in everything that she did, whether it was a marketing strategy or a financial forecast. Her test of Jason’s tolerance levels was no exception. Her desire for an optimum return from Jason’s “appointment” resulted in a careful examination of his natural arousal levels and ability for restraint. A painstaking session where he was asked to masturbate until close to the point of no return numerous times was conducted. The duration of each “edge” was recorded in the template provided for her by her service provider. Any additional observations regarding Jason’s demeanour and reactions were included as footnotes.
“Alright, Jason, would you be so kind as to remove your clothing?”
“Yes, of course” replied Jason has he nervously unbuttoned his shirt, removed his trousers and boxer shorts and tossed his clothing into a neat pile. He remained standing, naked except for his plastic chastity cage, waiting upon further instruction.
“Thank you, please take a seat on the examination chair”.
Jason approached the chair and sat down in it, failing miserably at a relaxed disposition.
“Please site back and relax” echoed the matron to which Jason sat back into the chair.
“Jason, I need to examine your chastity cage and prepare you for your treatment. To do this, I am required to restrain you as per your Mistress’s instructions. Is this acceptable to you?”
“Yes, if my Mistress requires it”
“Thank you, Jason. Please can you put your hands behind the seat”. Jason put his hands behind the seat and the matron gently secured each hand in cuffs situated behind the back of the chair. She then secured his ankles to each of the leg rests.
“I see you are wearing the Bon4 device”, she said as she opened the cabinet in her office, “Do you have any discomfort?”
“Other than the obvious, no, not at all”
“Excellent.” The matron fumbled in the cabinet and turned towards Jason holding a key. She unlocked the padlock that secured the chastity device and slid it off his neglected manhood. She then began to inspect him carefully, fondling him in a gentle but business-like manner. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Jason began to grow hard, much to his embarrassment. The matron ignored this completely and said “Everything seems to be in order. I see you have been shaved recently so that means we can move onto your treatment. Are you ready?”
“Ummm, of course yes” replied Jason.
“Alright Jason. Now, the protocol stipulated by your Mistress requires that you are blindfolded for your treatment. I am going to put on a blindfold, OK?”
“Yes, sure” said Jason, still in a bewildered state.
The Matron put a blindfold over Jason’s eyes, blocking his vision entirely.
“Now I’m going to release you from the chair and cuff your wrists”
He felt the restraints being removed and she asked him to stand with his hands behind his back. He then felt cuffs being applied to his wrists as he stood in oblivion waiting for the next instruction.
“OK, now on to the treatment room, please follow me slowly” said the Matron as he felt her gently prodding him in the desired direction.

***

Story continues in Part 4.

Frustration Outsourced – Part 1

Frustration Outsourced

A Modern Solution to an Age-old Problem

Monique raised her glass and took a slow sip. “Chablis never disappoints”, she thought as savoured the delicious peach and vanilla flavours of wine. She set her glass down on the table and reclined back further into her leather sofa. The sublime sounds of “Vissi d’arte” from Puccini’s Tosca filled her large sitting room contributing to the tranquil ambience. She had just returned from a busy day of shopping in the consumerist paradise that is Oxford Street. Like most women, she enjoyed shopping (at least for clothing) immensely. However, negotiating heaving throngs of shoppers laden with designer garments was trying at best. Therefore a form of cleansing ritual of music and wine was required upon her return home.

Monique took another sip of her wine and thought of Jason, her young, naive lover. He would probably be on his way to the mysterious appointment she had set for him and she wondered what was going through his mind. “Poor Jason, if only he knew what he was in for!” she thought as her mind drifted to the pleasurable activities that lay ahead of her later on in the evening. After working almost to the point of burn-out and experiencing a meteoric rise within a large media company, Monique had recently adopted a more hedonistic approach to life. She left her job, cashing out her share options, and started focussing on living in the present rather than striving for future advancement.

***

Jason stood anxiously in the crowded bus. He had more than enough time to make the 16:00 appointment that Monique had set for him but he was beset by a curious mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Monique had told him that there was something she wanted him to do and that it was important to her. He had been given scant details regarding the nature of this appointment, simply the time and address, but knew better than to ask for more information. After the appointment he was to return to her central London residence to spend the evening with her. He wondered what the nature of the appointment would be while a passenger shoved past him towards the exit. It probably wasn’t something grooming related as he had recently had his haircut. Neither was he in need of a medical check-up. Perhaps he was just to collect something for her or maybe it was a test of some sort?

***

Around the same time that things came to a head in her career, Monique’s marriage also hit the rocks. Her husband, Robert, would blame her ambition and domineering nature whereas she would blame his vanity and penchant for extramarital dalliances with young, compliant co-workers. She had initially forgiven his indiscretions largely because, despite her hurt, she loved him very much and felt that she was also partially to blame given her hectic schedule. He also had an innate ability to charm his way out of any situation except the final straw when Monique caught him in flagrante delicto on returning from a business trip. As an intelligent, self-assured woman, behaving been played for a fool by the person closest to her was the ultimate humiliation. She subsequently vowed never to be vulnerable to the charms of the feckless gender.

After leaving her job and a period of introspection following her divorce, Monique filled her time with things she enjoyed: opera, art galleries, reading and shopping. She pursued an active social calendar but remained alone, preferring to enjoy the company of friends. However, once the pain had numbed, she noticed a rekindling of a desire for companionship. Despite her confident, self-assured manner and her attempts to subdue such desires, her yearning for intimacy only grew. And there were other needs which had been dormant but began to blossom. She had always enjoyed an active fantasy life as a result of having a vivid imagination. She knew better than to repress her urges as inconvenient as they were but she also didn’t intend on repeating past mistakes anytime soon. Therefore as a compromise she took to reading erotic literature – a solitary but safe pursuit.

Monique read a wide range of stories featuring varied themes however she found herself drawn to stories featuring strong female characters and a form of reversal of traditional gender roles. She decided to explore this theme further, voraciously seeking out both fiction and ultimately non-fiction stories of female dominance and female led relationships. The idea of such relationships intrigued her and she found the idea of being served and worshipped by a compliant, adoring man to be rather titillating. It didn’t take long for her desires to get the better of her and she started wondering if the fantasies that aroused her so much could be made into reality. However, after a brief foray into alternative dating sites her excitement turned to disappointment. It seemed liked the majority of men on those sites were either just there to satisfy specific fetishes (hardly submissive) or doormats seeking humiliation and abuse. She loved the idea of a powerful and confident man willingly giving up control and submitting to her. She realised the inherent contradiction in this idea and, being a pragmatic person, she resigned herself to the likelihood that her desires would remain purely fantasy.

***

The bus reached the stop closest to Jason’s destination after what seemed like an eternity. He disembarked in what appeared to be a fairly nondescript suburb of greater London. After a brisk, Jason found the address he had been given which was in a well maintained but dull office block just off the high street. The frosted glass door was simply numbered with a buzzer. Even though there was only one door and it was clearly numbered, he double checked the address on his phone just to be sure. He then took a deep breath and rang the buzzer.
“Good afternoon”, said a formal but polite voice, “can I have your name please?”
“Hello, I’m Jason McAllister here for my 16:00 appointment”, he replied nervously.
“Hello Jason, please come on in”, replied the voice which was followed by the click of the door unlocking. Jason pulled the door open and followed the stairs down to the basement level.

***

Continues in Part 2.