Agony Aunt (7 page)

‘She chose a summer night for his initiation. She had promised her parents that she would be “good” and had complained about being hot in her straitjacket. So that night her mother agreed that she need only have her hands bound. As usual both her parents went in to prepare her for bed. It was a ritual by now, and everyone knew what to do. They all knelt to pray, and when they were done Deborah stood with her hands behind her back. Her father tied her wrists and they both helped her get into bed. Her mother tucked her in with an admonition to “be good” and they left her alone. When Benjy crept in, she was in such a fever she thought she would set the bed on fire. He helped her sit on the bed as usual and began to stroke her labia, paying particular attention to her clitoral area. She had taught him that she liked that best of all, without either of them knowing why.

‘Deborah reached several climaxes. She says she had to ask Benjy to give her a handkerchief to bite on so she wouldn’t cry out and bring disaster on them both. When she was done Benjy sat down to talk, but Deborah made him understand that tonight was going to be different. She told him to take off his pyjamas. He was reluctant and shy, but she insisted, joking that she couldn’t hurt him with her hands tied behind her back. Once he had taken them off she made him sit on the side of the bed as she had done. She knelt between his legs and bent down to take him in her mouth. She says that he was half erect, so she knew he had been aroused by touching her and seeing her respond. Some instinct made her close her lips around his cock and use her tongue and teeth to arouse him. At first he was nervous and afraid, but finally he began to enjoy the sensations. Deborah says she knew he would be all right when he put his hands on her head and held her against him.

‘Whenever I imagine that scene I go all hot and shivery. In my fantasy I see a girl of eighteen or so kneeling between the legs of a man, not a youth. Her hands are tied behind her back and the moonlight makes deep shadows in the corners of the room as she bends to take his cock in her mouth. He holds her fiercely against him, forcing her to take all of him. She clamps the shaft between her lips and begins a rhythmic in-and-out motion while he urges her on. Then he explodes inside her mouth and she swallows the semen. When she looks up the moonlight falls across her and she has my face. At other times it’s me sitting on the bed with my hands tied behind my back while a man kneels between my thighs and plunges his tongue inside my cunt while he uses his mouth to drive me to orgasm.’

‘Well,’ Harriet remarked, ‘you certainly have a healthy and robust fantasy.’

Rachel smiled. ‘I do, don’t I? But it’s only a fantasy.’

‘Well, we may be able to change some of that for you. Have you ever spoken to Jeff about this?’

‘No. I haven’t the courage.’

‘If he cares for you he’ll at least listen. Or I could visit the two of you. I may be able to help both of you over your initial problems. We’ll come to that later, after you’ve had a chance to think it over. But you were telling me about your grandmother.’

‘Yes, I was,’ Rachel said. ‘I find it easier to explain myself through her experiences. Sort of talking myself around to my own fantasies. I want to have the chance to try out the same things.’

‘And so you shall. But first tell me more about your grandmother. She sounds like such an interesting person.’

Rachel nodded and continued where she had left off. ‘Deborah wrote that she became excited whenever she thought of being put into her restraints. The feeling became overwhelming almost as soon as she had been strapped into her straitjacket, and it built all night. Being unable to relieve herself only added to her determination to masturbate when she was let out in the morning. She wrote that at first she took to spending a lot of time in the bathroom. And then like a miracle Benjy began his nightly visits to her room. After that there was no going back. She formed the mental connection between sex and bondage during those years, and she never broke it afterwards. When she took Benjy to a climax, they were both well on the road to forming a habit of oral sex – which their elders would have labelled “beastly” if they had known. She was very lucky to have found someone as understanding as my grandfather later on.

‘Deborah says that Benjy was frightened when she brought him to climax the first time, but that he quickly came to enjoy the sensation. And it wasn’t too long before he became adept at using his mouth to bring her to climax. So one way and another they learnt about how to please one another.

‘And there were other experiments. Once or twice, Deborah says she managed to find an “implement” which she was able to stuff inside her on those nights before her parents put her into the straitjacket. She never said what she used, but I imagine she found something in the vegetable bin to do the job. Her parents’ house doesn’t sound like the place to have had purpose-made dildoes lying around loose! But although she found the sensation of being stuffed full pleasant enough, she was never able to make herself come because she was strapped to the bed on her back and couldn’t turn over to hump herself or rub her “spot” – another of her euphemisms – on the mattress. So the tension built all night while she twisted and tugged at the straps.

‘Deborah put all this into her diary, which she kept until she was married, and then later showed to her husband. The account stops shortly after then. She records only that my grandfather understood her and did his best to make her happy. And I saw for myself that she – they – were still practising bondage even after they were both middle-aged.’ Rachel paused. This was clearly the end of the story.

‘It looks as if you’ve come to the right place,’ Harriet said as the silence threatened to become awkward. ‘And you’ve suggested the approach that would suit you best. I think we should try two “implements” on you. When I’m finished with you I’ll be going out for a bit and you’ll be alone here. You’ll have time and privacy to work out how it feels and to think about whatever else you might want to try. I won’t strap you to the bed, so you’ll be able to twist and turn as much as you like. And you’ll be safe. The house will be locked and no one else has a key.’ She thought of Tom when she said this, but she didn’t imagine he would come by now without her permission. She continued. ‘When I come back you can tell me how you got on and we’ll see if anything else has occurred to you. And if things don’t work out, we can try something else. There are lots of things we can do. Will that be all right?’

Rachel nodded, looking both eager and apprehensive.

Harriet rose and beckoned the other woman to follow her, leading the way upstairs to the guest bedroom. The other possibility was to take Rachel downstairs to her cellar, where the really serious bondage gear was kept, but Harriet thought a gentler initiation was called for. If Rachel liked bondage, there would be plenty of time to introduce her to the real thing. Upstairs she allowed Rachel to look over the guest bedroom. The younger woman probably didn’t appreciate the heavy door with the sturdy lock and the lack of a handle on the inside, but she couldn’t help noticing the two hooks set into the ceiling and the thick glazing in the window.

‘This is a secure room, Rachel. I use it for visitors who want to try B&D for a few hours. When I leave you I’ll lock this door as well as the entrance doors to the house. It would take a serious attempt, with heavy equipment, to get into this room through the door or the window. So no one will be able to get at you while you’re helpless.’

Rachel shivered slightly at that idea, but Harriet thought she was more interested in the possibilities than frightened by them. Good. Rachel might well discover a whole new aspect to her sexuality, for that was the basis of her urge. There didn’t seem to be any other reason why people sought out the opportunity to be bound and imprisoned – at least none that Harriet was aware of. It all came down to some twist in the sex urge, and sooner or later her visitors realised that, or else they never returned. Being tied up for hours at a time was boring unless there was some underlying sexual motive.

Rachel stood near the window, waiting to be told what to do.

‘Why don’t you start by taking off as much of your clothing as you’d like,’ Harriet suggested. It might be instructive to learn about Rachel’s preferences that way. And Harriet could always make further suggestions – or give peremptory orders, if it came to that. But not just yet.

Rachel had clearly not considered this eventuality. ‘My clothes?’ she said hesitantly. ‘You mean, get naked?’

‘Well, somewhere between that and fully clothed, at least. Don’t worry about me. It’s all girls together, and I won’t eat you – unless you indicate that’s what you want! This is a trial. Go as far as you like. If you’d prefer, you can go into the bathroom and get undressed. Come back here when you’re ready. It would be a good idea to go to the toilet beforehand anyway. That might prevent an accident later when you can’t.’

Harriet could see that this was another possibility Rachel had not considered, but she would learn soon enough if she carried on with her experiments in bondage. In fantasies, the victim never has to do anything so mundane as pee before beginning a session. In real life, those who didn’t often wound up damp and uncomfortable.

Harriet waited until Rachel returned from the bathroom. She had taken all her clothes off, which was an encouraging sign, but she blushed all over as Harriet looked her over. She had a nice flat stomach. Her breasts were rather small and pointed and set apart, with the nipples tilted slightly upward. Her pubic hair matched her more public hair, and her legs were slender. Once again Harriet thought her a pretty woman who might be called beautiful later, if she got the right sort of advice about clothes, make-up and hairstyle.

‘Did your grandmother give you her straitjacket?’ Harriet asked, in order to ease the tension by making smalltalk.

‘No. I took it after she went into the rest home. Granddad was dead, and there was all this stuff in their loft that no one had used in years. I was clearing out with my mother when I came across it. It was in the bottom of a tea chest, wrapped up carefully in cloth. When I recognised what it was, I knew Mum would insist it be thrown out. But I remembered what I felt the day I saw Deborah in it, and I decided there and then to take it for myself. I hid it back in the chest and covered it over. Later I made an excuse to go back alone and collect it. And I found her diaries in another box, so I took them as well. I’m glad I did.

‘I knew I would have to have help with getting into this, but I was determined to try it out. I cleaned the dust off it and used saddle soap on the leather. But it would have been ruined after all those years if my grandparents hadn’t looked after it. I imagine they used it regularly in their sex games. It has a lived-in look about it. It must have given them pleasure if they took such good care of it. I must have inherited the urge to try it from my grandmother – if such things are hereditary. Certainly my parents never said anything about bondage as a part of sex. Not that they said all that much about sex at all,’ Rachel concluded.

Harriet could see that the talk had eased some of the embarrassment. Now it was time to make some suggestions of her own. Her approach was to make the experience as easy and as pleasurable as possible so that Rachel could then decide if she wanted to continue. Harriet prided herself on the service she gave.

Rachel suddenly looked embarrassed again. ‘How much do you charge, and should I pay you now or later?’ she asked nervously.

‘These transactions are usually paid in advance, but as this is your first try I’ll make an exception. After you’ve done what you want to do, you can decide how much you want to pay. And it’s not as if you’re going to run out on me once you’re tied up!’ Harriet joked. She thought that would encourage her visitor to think of the whole thing as a pleasant and civilised excursion into the world of B&D. ‘If you’ll just wait here I’ll nip downstairs and get a few things to help us both. You needn’t do anything that really frightens you,’ she added.

Rachel nodded. She sat on the bed next to her grandmother’s straitjacket as Harriet left the room, closing the door behind her. She didn’t lock it, but she knew Rachel wouldn’t be able to get out since there was no handle on the inside of the door to operate the latch. That might serve to remind her that she was in the hands of a professional.

Harriet went down to her workshop in the cellar, where she selected a pair of dildoes and a harness to hold them in place. She also chose a rubber pad with short ‘fingers’ projecting from one surface. Worn against the vulva, these ‘fingers’ would dig gently into the clitoral area, hopefully giving the wearer pleasure in the process. Harriet wondered how Rachel would feel when she was strapped into her straitjacket with that working on her.

Back upstairs, Harriet approached the room silently. She opened the door without warning and looked in at Rachel. The younger woman was looking very intent as she rubbed herself between the legs. She looked up in surprise and embarrassment when Harriet entered the room.

‘I . . . I didn’t hear you coming. I mean . . .’ She trailed off in confusion.

‘Caught you, did I?’ Harriet said. ‘Do you want to drive yourself insane? I’m afraid it’s the straitjacket for you, my girl,’ she said in mock severity. ‘You’ll have to learn the hard way not to go touching yourself there.’

Rachel smiled in spite of being taken off guard, but the smile soon vanished when she saw what Harriet had with her. However, she looked interested rather than nervous or fearful, and she didn’t ask the obvious question.

‘These should make the time pass more pleasantly,’ Harriet told her. ‘Unless you have a very active imagination, you can get really bored just lying there tied up with nothing to do. And since this is the first time for you I thought you might have trouble thinking of something to do. Stand up and we’ll get started.’

Harriet handed the leather harness to Rachel. She fitted it around her waist but there her imagination failed her. She looked to Harriet for guidance.