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
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
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