Previous Chapter: Recovery
We finally make it to my place. It’s secluded, yet not unreasonably far from civilization (I have another place deep in the Canadian wilderness that’s damn difficult to get to, but is also an incredibly secure fortress; it took me years to get it the way I wanted it and I did nearly every bit myself.) It has a number of bedrooms (master suites, actually). Not because I ever felt I would need them, but because I think long-term and expect to eventually retire and sell this place. Unloading a ten-thousand square foot house with only one bedroom would be damn near impossible. The kitchen isn’t that over the top. I’m not much of a cook after all. But I do like the looks of the higher-end appliances, the wood cabinets and the granite counters, even if I mostly use the microwave.
Isabel walks around oohing and aahing, admiring the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living area, the huge, high resolution projection TV screen and sofas. When I’m here, I often spend a lot of time watching movies or TV shows, so the windows can be blacked out with the touch of a button. I take her by the hand and lead her to my bedroom. Our bedroom now. It’s the ridiculously opulent type you see in the million dollar houses. After all, that’s what I designed and built. The bed is huge; Texas King. Sometimes I feel lost sleeping on it and wake up “upside down.” It has the giant bathroom and walk-in closets, though there isn’t much in the closets other than my disguise stuff. I designed the bathroom with an extra-large tub, but never filled it. Since my plan is to sell it to some rich guy with more money than sense, I figured it would help with the sale. I’ve never felt like waiting the hour it takes to fill it. Perhaps, though, now will be different.
“I really like this! Government salaries are stingy; the reason I guess nearly everyone skims. I grew up very modestly and my apartment was all I felt I needed. I admit, though, that several of the more ritzy places I’ve stayed in over the years had some attraction. I don’t think I’ll have any problems adapting to living in a place like this.”
“I’m glad you like it. Please consider this ‘our’ house now and ‘our’ bedroom. Having never been in love, I’m not totally sure how all this works. But I’ve watched a lot of movies and read a lot of books. My understanding is we’re in the ‘happily ever after’ stage that no one ever seems to document.”
“About that,” she says, “I need to tell you a few things. They might not matter to you, but it does to me, so I want to get them out in the open.
“I’ve never had any sort of boyfriend, ever. Even back in grade school, I never had any crushes. The older I got, the more contempt I had for most men, as well as an increasing number of women. I’m sure I brought some of it on myself. If I had more tolerance for fawning puppies, things might have been better. Then I wound up as a sex lure at the agency and alternated with being raped for my country and being condemned by my peers for allowing it to happen. And not just by women. It made me want to work all the harder to prove that I was more than just a body. And probably made me more sensitive to cultural elements like skimming.”
She asks, “I assume by now you know I go both ways?”
I reply, “It was never out in the open, but implied many times. Not that it matters.”
“I’m a little surprised Tessa didn’t say anything. She always told me details about your adventures together. When self-service is no longer getting the job done, I visit one of my girlfriends; Tessa being my favorite. Until you, boys have never been able to get the job done. On the job, I rarely got any pleasure from men and only occasionally women, though women were often at least able to get the basic task accomplished. There was this one time I need to tell you about. It’s from when Tessa and I first worked together.”
She sits on the edge of the bed and composes herself.
“The mission was to get compromising material on this woman who was into BDSM,” she looks at me to be sure I understand. When I nod, she continues, “I was known to be her type, so I was selected to get to know her, then let her take advantage of me on video so it could be used as blackmail. I wasn’t wild about it. Though I have no problem with seducing women, I wasn’t looking forward to bondage or whatever else was going to be involved. Tessa was going to be my guard. To make sure things didn’t get out of hand and to get the needed video. My first task was to become an interest of this woman and find where she had her ‘dungeon,’ so we could set up the covert cameras. I met her by ‘accident’ and allowed the conversation to become suggestive and acted like I was an interested submissive. The usual. She was actually quite generous. She wined and dined me several times and I enjoyed the shows she took me to.”
I sit next to her on the bed. It seems clear this’ll be a long story.
Isabel continues, “After a couple of weeks, things evolved into the physical realm. She was always the tease, though. Finally, she started to hint around about her dungeon. I expressed cautious interest, saying I wanted to see what I was getting into before I committed. With that, we were able to find where she had her fun.
“It was actually rather nice for something called a dungeon. Lots of mirrors, well illuminated, tastefully decorated, soft cushions on the floor, and whatnot. She explained that she would tie me up and then discipline me. I’d done some research on the sorts of things she was rumored to like and wasn’t looking forward to being spanked and so forth, but I had a job to do. Once we knew where the dungeon was, we broke in and strategically placed a number of cameras and arranged for the feeds to go to a nearby location where Tessa could monitor, yet be close enough to react if necessary. I knew I was going to be filmed, but wasn’t eager for guys to see me. No doubt copies of the tapes would start circulating freely. Though I’d only got to know Tessa for a short while, I felt I could trust her to edit the tapes to minimally reveal me while maximally revealing the target, then destroy the rest.”
I reach for her hand. It’s a little sweaty.
“A few days later, the target started to get frisky again. I let on that I was OK with the prospects of my discipline, so she took me to her dungeon. I wasn’t sure what to expect, so figured the best course of action was to be passive and wait for her orders. When we got there, she changed into a rather tight leather outfit with fishnet stockings. I was looking around as she changed and didn’t see her come out with a horse whip. She snapped my butt with it and I jumped. My first instinct was to grab the thing and beat the hell out of her with it. But I managed to get control of myself and reacted as if I was pleased. She admired my body for a minute, then brusquely ordered me to strip. I’d expected some sort of ‘foreplay’ so was a bit put out and wasn’t on my normal game. Also I was used to being the one driving the action. I took off my clothes, glancing at myself in the mirrors without curiosity. She positioned me where she had straps to hold my feet. I could see myself clearly in the mirror in front of me as well as seeing my rear in the mirrors behind me. Basically I could see all the way around. At least she wouldn’t be sneaking up on me.
“My legs were spread slightly more than shoulder width apart, then tied. A bit awkward, but I could easily support my weight. She then tied my hands to a bar above my head that had a rope run through a pulley on the ceiling. Pulling my hands above my head, she stretched me to my tiptoes. At that moment, a very interesting thing happened. Previously, I wasn’t the slightest bit turned on and was actually dreading the experience, expecting to have to act like I was enjoying myself. Instead, suddenly I was completely turned on. I didn’t expect it; I started flushing and my focus shifted dramatically. I went from being incurious about seeing myself in the mirror to being fascinated by this woman I was seeing with her arms stretched over her head, pulled toward the ceiling, legs spread and reaching up on her toes. I’ve always had an intellectual understanding that I had a nice body, but, since I’d always seen it, there was a bit of contempt with the familiarity. Like all women, I tend to focus on what flaws I perceive and ignore the aspects that might be favorable. Even when being drooled over by men – or women. However, at this instant I was immensely turned on by looking at my body. Almost like I was seeing it for the first time. I was able to admire my rear, take joy in my breasts, thighs and arms. Indeed, I was even intrigued by my hair, which I had typically ignored and only didn’t cut because it generally served as a very positive element when trying to lure targets.”
Isabel is a little red in the face and is looking everywhere but toward me.
“Suddenly all I could think about was between my legs. I tried twisting and found that I really couldn’t make any move that would cause rubbing. I felt a very strong need to play with myself. It’s not that I’m a stranger to self-service, but generally it’s out of boredom. This was a need, something I was unfamiliar with. I was quite frustrated all the sudden that I couldn’t touch myself. The target looked me up and down as if she could understand my consternation. She caressed my belly with her whip, ran it down my thighs and I really wished she would rub it between my legs. She walked around behind me. I could see her in the mirror. She was very admiring of my rear. Other than some mild complaints about sometimes finding it difficult to find flattering clothes, I’d never given much thought to my tush. But now, looking at the butt of that woman tied up in the mirror, I was very much turned on by the sight. She caressed my behind with her whip a few times, then started to smack it. Each time she hit me, I got waves of pleasure. I totally forgot about the mission and was entirely focused on my own pleasure.
“I really wanted an orgasm. Her teasing was really getting me frustrated. I was on the verge of cuming, but I couldn’t touch anything, so I was at her mercy. She started to rub the whip on my body again. Sometimes smacking my belly with a loud slap. Sometimes my thighs or butt. I could see red welts starting to form where she’d been hitting me and found this strangely a turn on as well.”
She’s staring down where the floor and wall meet. Her hand is lifeless in mine. I put an arm around her shoulder.
“After what seemed like hours of this, though no doubt it was just a few minutes, she took a small break from tormenting me and went to her table with a variety of toys and whatnot laid out. She picked up a long scarf and ran it between her hands, looking at me speculatively. I remembered now that there were occasional rumors that she was into erotic asphyxiation, but at the time we dismissed them. Besides, I couldn’t understand how anyone could be attracted to that sort of thing. However, at that moment, all I could think of was how sexy that woman in the mirror would look with that scarf being squeezed tightly around her neck.
“The target walked up to my front, running the scarf over my body. The feeling was electric. The light touch was a thrill. She walked around behind me and I watched intently as she put the scarf around my neck. She wrapped the ends around her hands in preparation to give a squeeze. As the scarf began to tighten, I had several explosive orgasms and gasped and moaned in a way that was turning me on even more. At that moment, there was a phone call and the target left me there with the scarf loose around my neck. I felt let down. As strange as it might sound, I’d got to the point where I was hoping to be strangled more. I wanted more massive orgasms. I really wasn’t paying any attention to the target on the phone. I was admiring that luscious woman tied up in the mirror, her scattered red welts and the scarf around her neck.”
I raised her sweaty hand and kiss it a few times. She glances at me, but then quickly looks away. I give her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“The target was very upset when she got off the phone. She cursed like a drunken sailor for a few minutes, then came over and told me that she had to cut the session short. She said that was all I was going to get until next time, then lowered my arms and removed the restraints on my ankles. Even though I started to get embarrassed now that I was no longer tied up, I still eyed myself in the mirror and admired what I saw. I felt fundamentally changed from that experience. Indeed, until you and I first made love, I hadn’t had that many orgasms before or since.
“I put my clothes back on, but found it difficult to do so without waves of pleasure flowing over me. The target clearly had to be somewhere. She impatiently hurried me out the door and I didn’t really have time to think about what had just happened. I left the dungeon and joined Tessa. I wasn’t quite able to focus yet. I was still flushed from the experience and really wanted to spend time alone, fondling myself. Tessa, I recall, seemed somewhat flushed as well. She seemed to be eying me speculatively, but I tried to focus on the job. I asked if she got what she needed. She replied ‘Oh Yeah!’ and I did look at her closely for a moment, but her face was non-committal. I said that we should go over the tapes and pick what we needed, then I would take the rest and destroy them.”
Isabel’s body language makes it clear to me that her story isn’t finished.
“Tessa queued up the various monitors to the beginning. I started having the same sort of out-of-body experience looking at myself in the monitors as I felt looking at myself in the mirrors and started to get really hot and bothered again. I believe I got a fixated stare at the monitors after a while and tuned out the rest of the room. I tried to figure out how to play with myself without saying or doing anything obvious and believe I was holding very still. After a few minutes of this, I barely heard Tessa whisper that she would make love to me if I liked. I’m sure I stared after turning to look at her. I couldn’t believe my ears and wasn’t sure I’d heard correctly over the thunder from my pulse. She looked me in the eyes and nodded. I suspect I stared at her stupidly, then she leaned in to give me a brief kiss. I was so horny at that time I have no clear recollection, but it seemed like my clothes just exploded off my body. Tessa guided me to a bed where she positioned me so I could see the monitors as she ministered to me. After just a short period, I started to buck and moan against her. When the monitors showed the target wrapping the scarf around my neck, I went into a haze of pleasure as waves of orgasm swept over me. I do believe I actually passed out for a period. When I next remember anything, Tessa was lying next to me with her face snuggled against my neck. I pulled her clothes off and had my turn, but I didn’t feel like I properly returned the favor as she finished so quickly. She said she was satisfied, though.
“After that we managed to get focus back on work and edit down the tapes such that they revealed little of me and most of the target. Even blurring my face and sexy bits. Without any need for discussion, we didn’t actually destroy any of the tapes. Instead I took them home with me. Occasionally I use them for self-service, though I’ve never quite recaptured that feeling. Now and again I think about trying to replicate that experience, but really don’t like giving up that kind of control so doubt it will ever happen again.”
Isabel finally looks me in the eyes. Hers are a little wounded and red. She squeezes my hand and gives me a brief kiss on the cheek.
“So, as you can see, Tessa and I know each other very well from a very long time ago. I know I can trust her implicitly, even with my deepest, darkest secrets. Having thought about ‘love’ a lot lately because of you, I realize I also love Tessa and feel sure she loves me. Based on the way she talks about you I guess she feels the same towards you as well.”
I nod, “I’ve also thought a lot about this. Since it seems clear you two talk about everything, I assume you know that Tessa and I have been lovers over the years.” Isabel nods at that, “Though my attachment to you feels more visceral, there’s no doubt I care a great deal about her as well and like having her in my life. This isn’t quite like the story books, though, but I’m OK with it if you are.”