Gone Procuring


Prim and correct Penelope samples the BDSM way of life.

Nerves of metal? No. Of jelly, extra like. Right here was she, in a run-down London again road. Trying up at a primary ground window. At shabby curtains untidily drawn collectively. Broad daylight. Hmmm….

She had left a notice on the kitchen desk at residence – ‘Gone purchasing – again later’.

However what was the extraordinary urge that had introduced her right here, in mid-afternoon, to this retro quarter of town bustling with odd people going single-mindedly about their odd day-to-day enterprise? Whereas apprehensive that the go to could be fruitless, she was pretty assured that a minimum of she wouldn’t be seen by anybody she knew – her village socialites being hardly prone to frequent such a dismal space.

However she was justifiably nervous all the identical. Was this authorized? May she be uncovered? Would she be mugged? Would disgrace then stop her from looking for any redress from the authorities ought to some embarrassing setback befall her? Butterflies flitted annoyingly within the pit of her abdomen.

Or was she worrying about nothing? Would the entire thing be a complete anticlimax? A disastrous waste of money and time maybe? “Oh for God’s sake Penny,” she informed herself, “act regular, get it finished, do not get in a stew. Should you pull out now, you will simply go residence depressing, and fret for ages you by no means even gave it a attempt. It is your life, you solely get one go. Get on with it.”

Her resolve didn’t allay the fluttering of the blessed lepidoptera.

However the constructive pleasure didn’t wane. In truth, it elevated momentarily as she pressed the button labelled merely “1b” with no accompanying identify.

There appeared a lifetime’s delay whereas she contemplated her predicament. She was a middle-class, middle-aged lady whose husband, albeit an excellent and well-respected man, was significantly older than she, and devoted to an essential job which had made him staid and sapped his intercourse drive – one which was by no means that passionate even within the earliest days of marriage.

To place not too wonderful some extent on it, the issue for Penelope was that she was chronically sexually repressed. Not an outdated maid precisely – she had a husband in any case, and his sense of marital responsibility did afford her tame vanilla bed-sex from time to time.

However she was uninterested in faking it. Neither was she outdated – a minimum of not sufficiently old that hormones had stopped nagging her into fantasies about love, romance, seduction, eroticism, perversion, fetish and numerous different phenomena bordering on the taboo, and never often related to a prim and correct well-spoken English rose from the Residence Counties hoping quickly to develop into a grandmother if and when her wimpy son-in-law will get his act collectively and impregnates her daughter……

“Good day?” Penelope’s convoluted musings out of the blue hit a street block as a feminine voice rattled the tinny loudspeaker. She took a deep breath.

“It is Penny. I telephoned earlier.”

“Push the door and are available up, sweetie.” The entrance door-lock launch buzzed. A minimum of she was anticipated, Penny congratulated herself.

One flight of stairs. Creaky. Not well-lit. In all probability simply as nicely – the necessity for redecoration thus appeared much less palpable. In any case, the seediness of the house constructing added to the erotic attract of being someplace for pleasure you should not be.

The girl who had answered Penny’s earlier cellphone name had sounded nice sufficient, and reassuringly businesslike. “Sure, my love, women are catered for. No downside. What sort of factor had been you on the lookout for?”

Penny had clumsily described the ‘form of factor she was on the lookout for’, by no means assured that she could be thought of worthwhile street-wise clientele, given her patent unfamiliarity with the practices of bondage and sadomasochism. However one hour later, right here she was, on the touchdown, trying distastefully down at a stained carpet which was fraying alarmingly on the edges.

Thirty-something Sharon stood by an open door. “Are available in, my love, do not journey on the mat – it’s kind of of a well being hazard.”

Penny quickly discovered herself sat at one finish of a settee, now paying much less consideration to tastes in furnishings and extra to her hostess, the skilled, communicative and moderately glamorous Sharon – her with the mischievous glowing eyes, excellent stockinged legs and strappy court docket sneakers. Penelope’s middle-class upbringing had bypassed ideas like lesbianism and bisexuality, so the pangs of bodily attraction she now felt in the direction of this assured and delightful younger lady had been dramatically exercising her in-bred respect for sexual taboos.

Our heroine had envisaged encountering a youthful lady, in all probability some little tart with pert breasts and wrinkle-free physique – the usual object of need for lustful adolescent males who crave fast gratification. Or perhaps an ageing trollop, previous her finest, although low-cost and cheerful. Penny was thus relieved to come across the choice – a sexy thoughtful intercourse employee possessing sensitivity and understanding of this mature lady’s specific wants.

Penny had declined a ‘little drink’ for worry of imbibing one thing spiked, solely to get up within the river sans-purse. However now she modified her thoughts, and it went down nicely. She would have favored to take Sharon residence together with her, and set up her within the spare bed room.

The 2 ladies talked on, about males, marriage, desserts and sneakers. Sharon in all probability knew as a lot as she wanted or needed to, and discreetly introduced that the time-slot they’d negotiated was ticking away. “How about we proceed within the playroom?” she advised with an irresistibly cheeky smile.

Penelope momentarily conjured up a picture of dolls, teddy bears, crayons and lego bricks. However this playroom was devoid of cuddly toys or Bunty annuals. As an alternative, it utilised the restricted house to good impact, housing a modified four-poster mattress, racks of sneakers, hoods, restraints, leather-based, latex and vinyl clothes, and a daunting array of whips, paddles and canes.

It was a lot as Penelope had envisaged throughout her current investigations into the world of BDSM – a substitute for the traditional uninteresting life-style she had hitherto endured.

“Make your self at residence whereas I powder my nostril,” the blonde stated. “Garments off. Hanger again of door. See you in 5.” Sharon flashed a smile, blew a kiss and left Penny alone. Had the gin and tonic and a few affable warm-up chat steadied her heartbeat? Hardly.

A couple of minutes later, Mistress Sharon, her lengthy strawberry blonde hair tied tightly again and with a pony tail, reappeared in thigh-highs with unimaginable heels and sporting a slinky black fake leather-based shirt costume zipped to the high-collar neck, and carrying an identical shoulder bag containing goodness is aware of what. Penelope, nonetheless sporting her Marks and Spencer 36C bra-slip, ogled the outfit covetously.

“Garments off please, slut.”

“Sorry,” stated Penelope, smiling.

Sharon touched the facet of Penny’s face, and in a chillingly totally different tone altogether whispered: “Sorry…*Mistress*.” The admonishment had a sobering impact. “And in your knees, please, my fairly one.”

Throughout her years of grownup socialising, Penelope should have kissed 100 ladies – that mild peck on the cheek, accompanied by a token hug and a spoken ‘muhaah’. A commendable conference, however devoid of any bodily or non secular ardour. Now was a unique ball-game altogether. A kiss on the mouth would have been a brand new journey in itself, particularly if accompanied by tongue exercise. However no. Our kneeling heroine wanted to metal herself for a leap into an much more forbidden territory. Mistress raised the hem of her close-fitting minidress and eased down her g-string, taking over an open-legged stance in entrance of the inexperienced however keen topic who was knelt earlier than her. “Kiss, kiss,” she whispered.

Penelope hesitated, momentarily contemplating the depravity of it, then metaphorically leaped into the abyss. She willingly bent her neck ahead and obeyed, first flippantly partaking lips with Sharon’s slit, subsequent brushing her mouth over the entire of her mistress’s vulva and embarking on a sloppy French kiss over and inside her domme’s pussy – a pussy which emanated a fascinatingly musky female aroma. Penny curled her tongue, and utilizing it, massaged round and underneath her mistress’s clit hood, invoking an encouraging response. “Mmm… excellent sweetie,” the dominatrix whispered.

Having hurdled the barrier of embarrassment about nakedness, Penny quickly wanted to cope with discovering herself adorned with adjustable calf-leather straps with metal eyes and chains which secured her wrists to the overhead beam of the mattress cover and her ankles to lock-plates bolted to the floorboards.

Legs compelled extensive aside, her physique form an inverted Y, Penny shuddered because the imaginative ice-cool domme embraced her from behind, roughly fondling her breasts and stroking her fastidiously shaven and now moderately susceptible pubic mound.

There are watershed moments when destiny spins upon a femto-second and one’s future is revealed. This was one such. Penelope realised she was to die.

Not from choking on a decent O-ring mouth-gag, nor from the gentle electro-torture of jolts of present pulsing by means of her clamped nipples. Not from the sunshine drubbing of a lash throughout her again, nor from the zealous software of a heavy tawse to her backside. Not from haemorrhaging brought on by Geisha balls inserted into her vagina, nor from extreme clitoral stimulation produced by the Hitachi wand lodged between her labia.

No. None of these could be recorded by the coroner. Loss of life awaited again within the suburbs, on the finish of the practice journey residence. A gradual, lingering demise, from tedium, frustration and enforced stultification in a neighbourhood society the place the very existence of a darker facet to at least one’s libido was thought of unmentionable, morally unacceptable, and never even attention-grabbing. The place eyebrows are raised because of canines fouling footpaths, the place the day’s spotlight is a cup of tea on the backyard centre, and Mrs Sprucewood’s fruitcake recipe is the function article within the parish journal.

Penelope shed a tear… then climaxed once more.

He discovered the notice on the kitchen desk and smiled. “Girls.” he thought to himself. “They do like their purchasing…”

Finish.