Heather led me to her bedroom and then through it into what I supposed would be the bathroom, but it wasn't.
The room was an Aladdin's cave. In the centre was a black leather bed - the sort of thing you might see in a doctor's surgery. On the walls hung canes, chains, ropes, whips, straps. There was a leather corset, leather collars, leather cuffs. Against the wall was a neat row of boots and high heeled shoes. There was a place for tying someone against the wall, legs apart, arms outstretched above their head. On a table were vibrators, dildos - all sorts of gadgets.
Heather put her champagne down on the table.
"Look," I started, "I'm sorry, but I'm really not in to this. I absolutely can't stand pain, I can't even bear to be tied up, in fact I don't even like anything on my wrists, see," I said thrusting my wrists up to show her. "I don't even wear a watch."
She waited for my babbling to stop then put a forefinger to her lips.
"Shhh," she went softly. "I promise, promise absolutely that I won't hurt you or tie you up or put anything on your wrists. All right?"
I was partially reassured but my enthusiasm had rather drained away.
"Can I dress you up?" Heather said tentatively.
"Yes, of course you can," I said. That seemed harmless enough.
"Take off your robe," Heather said.
I let the robe fall to the floor and stood naked in front of her.
"You're so beautiful," she said. "I can hardly keep my hands off you."
"Please don't," I said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said taken aback.
"No, I mean please don't keep your hands off me."
Heather laughed. "Don't worry, I will, or rather I won't."
Heather took the black leather corset from its place on the wall and held it against me.
"Yes, let's see you in this." She put it around my middle, did up the hooks then laced it tight. "You have the waist for it," she said.
The corset left my breasts uncovered and stopped short of my neatly trimmed pubes.
"Now boots," she said. "What size are you?"
"Hmm. These I think. They are sevens but should do nicely."
The boots were shiny, black and cunt length. I got in to them with the help of some lubricating talcum powder.
"Now," Heather said. "Stand up straight, legs apart, hands on hips." She stood back to admire her handiwork. "Clench your fists," she said, "rest them against your hips... That's it."
She stood looking at me for several seconds, then she undid her robe, eased it off her shoulders and let it slip to the floor. She stepped out of it. She came towards me, stopped an arm's length away from me then lay on the floor, her feet towards me, her legs wide apart.
"Hurt me," she said.
I must have left my brain at home today. I'd been picked up without realising it and now this - I hadn't seen this coming at all. I wasn't at all prepared.
"I'm not sure I can," I said. "Not just like that." It wasn't as if Heather was someone like Jennie who deserved to be humiliated. Heather was bigger, braver, richer, smarter, stronger than me. An Amazon.
"Go on," she said. "Kick me. Kick me in the cunt if you like."
I just couldn't do it. She sat up, seemingly unconcerned that I'd failed in my task. "I did promise you some lunch, fancy something to eat?" she said.
"OK," I said rather guiltily. "Shall I take these off?"
"No, no, I'll at least have the pleasure of looking at you. Here," she said. "Get the whip off the wall, I'd like to see you standing there holding the whip."
It was the least I could do. I got the whip and resumed my dominant pose. Heather was sitting on the floor.
"Oooh, if only," she said. "Just do one before we go and have some lunch. Go on, bring it straight down, over my shoulder so it hits my back."
"If you're sure," I said.
I lifted the whip up above my head and meant to bring it down onto her shoulder, but I did it so slowly that the whip just got tangled up in my arm and didn't get anywhere near her.
"You've got to give it a bit of go," she said. "Have you ever cast a fishing rod? It's the same kind of flick."
I'd never cast a fishing rod, but I knew what she meant. I gave it another go and the whip scythed through the air over her shoulder and down onto her back.
Heather straightened and went, "Oooh, yes. Lovely. One more, then lunch, please?"
"OK," I said. Suddenly I was shaking. Hitting her with the whip had sent a definite thrill through me, it had aroused me.
I lifted the whip up high and brought it down over her shoulder again.
"Ooooooooh!" Heather went. "You don't know how nice that is! What a shame it's just not your thing."
But it was! I could feel my nipples stiffening and tingling and the juices begin to flow.
Heather sprung up off the floor, donned her robe and tossed mine to me. "Keep the gear on," she said. "Keep the robe open? So I can admire you."
"Yes," I said. But the word didn't quite come out. I cleared my throat. "OK," I said. I was trembling.
Heather made us a healthy salad for lunch and we ate beside the pool. She told me her husband worked for the Stroudly Building Society - he was one of the Directors actually - and I said I worked for a building society, though not the same one. They'd been taken over, hence the house. They were like Josh and me in a way - they liked each other to have fun, though he, Derek, didn't have Josh's desire to be told every little detail of Heather's encounters.
We finished lunch and I was afraid that Heather was going to hint that it was time for me to go, but she didn't.
I helped her load the dishwasher. "You look so good in that corset and those boots," she said. She turned to me, opened my robe so that my breasts were exposed. She squeezed and rolled and chafed my nipples. The effect was electric. I looked up at her hoping she would kiss me, and she did. She put her arms around me and I put my arms around her and we kissed long and deep, lost in each other. I wanted her desperately, I wanted to love her, to stroke her, to taste her.
We parted and she took my hand. "Come on," she said. "Let's go upstairs and make love."
She took her robe off and sat on the bed. She patted the bed beside her. I took my robe off and sat alongside her. She stroked my face, then kissed me and, still kissing we lay down and pressed our bodies against each other.
She was so soft and gentle, languorous and lackadaisical - we just kissed and caressed, not even touching each other's best bits. I was happy just lying there melting in her arms.
"It's a shame you don't enjoy dishing out the punishment," she said ruefully.
For some reason I couldn't bring myself to tell her what a reaction I'd had when I'd hit her with the whip. So I said innocently: "I'm happy to play along, if that's what you'd like."
Her eyes lit up. "Come on then." Not waiting for me to change my mind she led me into her punishment room.
"You can choose anything you like," she said indicating the array of implements on the walls.
I shrugged, feigning disinterest. But I could feel my nipples tingling again.
"Just one thing," she said. "Will you tie me up to the wall, cane my bum, then we'll go and make love properly, yes?"
My pulse was racing, my mouth was dry, my sex was wet.
I shrugged. "OK," I said.
She faced the wall, put her feet apart and stretched her arms up above her head to the fixing points. I started to do up the thick leather straps around her ankles.
"Tight as you can," she said.
I secured her ankles and wrists and stood back to look at her. She looked even taller now and had a swan-like grace. I had an urge to put my hand between her legs and feel her arse and her cunt, but I resisted.
Heater waited patiently. I took a cane down from the wall and gave it a few practice swishes.
"Hmmm, sounds good," Heather said.
"I'll just do it gently, if that's all right," I said. Or rather, I lied.
All those feelings I had had when Josh had held Jennie and I'd hit her came flooding back.
"Whatever," Heather said.
I took up position, looking at Heather's round and muscled arse. I wanted to cane it, I knew it would give me pleasure.
I raised the cane up above my shoulder and brought it down with a swish and a crack onto her backside.
Heather started, involuntarily tugging against her bonds and let out a sharp "Ah!"
Suddenly I felt guilty. "Oh, sorry," I said. "Was that too hard?"
"No, no, no, pussycat," she purred. "You just carry on like that. Use whatever you like. Just so long as it hurts."
She put her face to the wall, as if settling down for a beating.
I looked at the red line across her backside.
"Does it sting?" I said.
"Hmmm, it glows," she said.
"I'll try this," I said, taking a length of thick leather down from the wall. Heather didn't look to see what it was.
I could feel cunt juice starting to dribble down the inside of my thighs. I savoured the moment, admiring her arse, getting ready for the blow with the leather. I raised it up and brought it down with a thump on her arse. Again Heather tensed and her bonds tightened, then she relaxed and gave a little grunt of pleasure.
"Are you ready?" I said.
"It's all right, you don't have to ask. Just do whatever you want in your own time. Don't warn me."
"OK," I said.
"Oh yes," she said quietly.
I liked the cane better - the sound through the air, the crack as it hit her. So I picked that up again.
"You like me in these boots, don't you?" I said.
"I do, you look..."
I interrupted her by bringing the cane down across her buttocks.
"Oh God, yes!" she went as the pain turned to pleasure.
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