Agony Aunt (27 page)

Harriet was still digesting this latest information when Tom abruptly changed the subject. She was caught by surprise when he said, ‘Katrina’s doing all right, but I really wanted to talk about you and me. I don’t think we can go on as before, and I think you know that. So the question is, how are we to go on?’

Harriet wasn’t ready to face that yet. She hesitated, which was not like her at all. Tom noticed, and rushed in to fill the silence, as if he were afraid she would change the subject.

‘I don’t mind being your assistant – even your slave if you like to tell others about me. But we are lovers too now. That’s what has changed. There’s no going back to the way things were.’

Harriet wasn’t sure she liked his sudden assumption of a new status. It wasn’t the behaviour she expected of her subjects, but she waited for him to go on. Maybe he would talk himself around to a more comfortable position – more comfortable for her, at any rate.

‘You know I’ve enjoyed the time with you. You always said that one day you’d allow me what you called “access”. That’s what kept me going even when you made it hard. With you I really enjoyed the submissive role.’ Tom paused. ‘Well, most of the time,’ he continued. ‘That Sunday I realised how much I wanted you. The chance was just too good to pass up. And no matter how angry you might have been then – or how angry you might still be – I’m still glad I took the opportunity.’ He paused and smiled suddenly. ‘Somehow I don’t think you were as angry as you made out.’

In spite of herself Harriet found herself smiling too. It was a relief to admit to herself and to Tom that she had enjoyed the encounter.

‘Nevertheless,’ she admonished him, ‘you’re not to take such liberties for granted. I’m still the boss.’

Tom nodded, still smiling. ‘As long as there are more opportunities like that one. And the one today. I don’t mind the rest. It makes the sex so much more enjoyable.’

‘Well,’ Harriet said after a pause, ‘we’ll have to see how things go.’ The answer did not commit her to anything definite. I can still back out if I need to, she told herself. The thought was comforting. She said, ‘That’s enough talking for now. It’s show time again. Stand up,’ she commanded.

When he did she took his arms behind him and handcuffed him. Tom stood, docile, as she chained him. Harriet sat down on the sofa and motioned for him to kneel down in front of her. She spread her legs, and he looked directly at her exposed sex. She was pleased to see that he was still excited, but she said nothing. Quite deliberately she began to play with herself. She spread her labia and slid a finger inside her vagina until she found the clitoris. She massaged it in slow circles, and it hardened under her touch. The sensitive flesh grew warm and wet as she aroused herself slowly before him. Harriet made no attempt to conceal her rising excitement. Her cheeks felt flushed, and her heart began to pound. When she looked at Tom she saw that his gaze was fixed on her crotch, and his breath was coming faster as he became more aroused. From time to time she saw him tug at the handcuffs, and the look of frustration that crossed his face was gratifying.

Abruptly Harriet stopped stroking herself. With an effort she controlled her breathing and said, ‘Come here and finish me,’ in as near normal a tone as she could manage. She spread her thighs and Tom moved between them. He knelt down and she guided his mouth to her sex. She held him against her as he began to lick and nibble at her labia. Harriet closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the pleasure of cunnilingus.

She groaned softly when his tongue touched her clitoris. She spread her legs wider to allow him better access, and was rewarded by another touch on her most sensitive spot. Tom could see how much she enjoyed the touch. He withdrew a fraction and paused. As the pause lengthened, Harriet realised that he was deliberately toying with her – something he would never have thought of doing a week ago. Even though he was in chains, he was going to force her to acknowledge her excitement by stopping at the crucial point.

Harriet was instantly angry. ‘Damn you!’ she hissed.

Tom looked up guilelessly. ‘Is something wrong?’

‘Get on with it! Don’t stop now.’ Harriet hated to hear herself asking him to continue. He should have been eager to do anything that let him touch her or give her pleasure, but he was defying her again, even at this critical stage. In a flash of insight Harriet realised that she was being given a dose of her own medicine. She didn’t like the position she found herself in, but she had to acknowledge the justice of his action.

She might be able to force him to go on. There was always the strap or the riding crop, but even if that worked – and it might not – she didn’t want to have to force him. She wanted him to give her pleasure because he knew she liked it, not because he was forced. She wanted him to arouse her because he wanted to. An alarming thought for a dominatrix.

Would she – if their positions were reversed – want to do something that she knew would give him pleasure? She didn’t know. It was something she had never thought of doing, because she had not really considered that possibility. She had never even considered wanting to give someone pleasure outside of the mistress-slave relationship, where she was in control of everything. Not being in control now was vaguely frightening.

It was much easier to take refuge in old habits, but that no longer seemed possible. Tom was looking at her with a new and alarming assurance, aware that he was making the decision now. Harriet had allowed a force into her life which she couldn’t control when she had surrendered to him a week ago. There was no going back. She was wise enough to see that.

‘Please go on. I like it.’ There. She had said the unsayable.

Tom nodded and bent his head to her sex once more. Her admission appeared to satisfy him. This time he went straight to her clitoris, first touching it gently with his tongue before using his teeth to nip her gently but insistently.

Harriet went wild, moaning and thrusting with her hips, moving closer to him while holding him tightly against herself. She had crossed into a new country. As she came for the first time Harriet knew she didn’t want to go back to the old way. Then she stopped worrying about everything except the next climax, and that was hardly a worry. She heard herself whimpering with pleasure as Tom licked and nuzzled her. She rocked them backward and forward, losing all sense of what she was doing in the intensity of her pleasure. Harriet heard herself losing control, and was glad she was finally able to do that without feeling as if she were losing face as well.

At the end of it she was left shaking and exhausted – a state which she had often seen in her own clients while she remained unmoved. When she began to take cognisance of her surroundings again, Harriet was surprised to find that she was still holding Tom. He still knelt between her thighs, making no attempt to move away. It may have been the chains which prevented him from escaping, but Harriet liked to imagine that he stayed there because he wanted to be there. She didn’t ask him what he felt. She guessed that he had been excited by seeing her excitement. He probably was still excited because she had done nothing to relieve him. Harriet loosened her grip on Tom’s head and reached down to feel his erection, pulsing with a life of its own.

With a new feeling of remorse and affection she slipped to the floor beside him and drew him down so that she could cradle his head against her breasts. She felt his breath on her nipples, and she gasped in surprise and renewed pleasure when he leant to kiss them in turn. It was going to happen again for her. After all she had done to him he still wanted to give her pleasure. And this time she could do the same for him.

Harriet didn’t want to waste time by freeing him, and she suspected that he didn’t want her to release him to play the normal man’s role. She could feel his rising excitement as the rape fantasy took hold of him. She was in control of him and he couldn’t escape. His cock was moving under her hands as she rubbed it. Harriet could feel his mouth against her breast, kissing her, nipping the taut flesh of her nipples with his teeth. She rubbed harder. Tom groaned and bit her breast suddenly.

Harriet gasped as his teeth marked her, but at the same time she felt her own orgasm approaching. The sudden pain in her breast had driven her to the edge of control even as she sought to make Tom come. She continued to stroke him even as she came, so that he was unable to hold back any longer. With a sudden heave he came. She could feel the pulsations of his cock in her hand. And she was coming as well, even after the shattering orgasms she had just had. Hers was gentler, not as wild, but it lasted longer. Her hips rose and fell softly as the warm waves of her pleasure spread through her belly until once again she was rocking them both with her own motion.

Harriet didn’t feel like moving from where she lay against the sofa. She continued to hold Tom as she drowsed on the floor. Tom fell asleep as well. It was hours later when Harriet woke, still holding him against her. The room was dark and the night sounds were muted. It was quite late. Even without looking at the clock Harriet knew they had lain there for a considerable time. Only the occasional sound of a passing car broke the silence. There were no pedestrians about. She was stiff from being in the same position for so long, and she imagined Tom was too. It was time to put him up for the night. And time for her to get into bed as well. Good as the evening had been, she was not yet ready to let him into her bed. Old habits taking charge again.

She woke Tom and told him to let her stand up. She helped him roll on to the floor. Harriet stood up and helped him to stand, steadying him when he nearly fell. Then she led him to the cupboard under the stairs where he had so often spent the night.

He followed without protest. Harriet settled him on the floor with his back propped against the wall. They both knew that was the most comfortable position for him while his hands were handcuffed behind him. She locked the leg irons on to his ankles and drew the chain from its hole in the floor and fastened the free end to his leg irons. Harriet closed and locked the door to the cupboard before turning off the light. She mounted the stairs to her own bedroom.

Harriet slept well, with a sense of having resolved her immediate problems satisfactorily. In the morning she went down in her dressing gown to let Tom out of the cupboard. As soon as he was free he set about making breakfast for them both, as she had trained him to do. There were smiles on both sides of the table as they ate. Things had been sorted out for both of them. Tom had been promoted half a step up to lover without insisting on a further confirmation from her, and he had not challenged Harriet’s ultimate domination of their altered relationship. Harriet felt in charge both of the relationship and of herself again. She saw him off with a lighter, if not exactly singing, heart.

The relief at having solved the vexing problem so neatly made her feel expansive towards the whole world. After Tom had gone off to work she threw an extra slice of bread out of the window and watched in satisfaction as the Darwinian struggle between the diminutive sparrows and the thrushes resolved itself in favour of the larger birds. Then she turned away to make her own preparations for the day.

She started to lay out her leather corselet, intending to wear it to remind her of her newly regained confidence, and as a treat for Tom when he came back later. But then she was struck by a new idea, and she set the leather garment aside. She strode over to the extension telephone, catching sight of her naked body in the mirror as she passed. Once again she paused to look at herself, concluding, as she had done before, that she would do. Then she dialled the number of a friend who was in the tattooing and body piercing business. Maybe she would be able to arrange a treat of another sort for Tom. And for herself. Her acquaintance answered, and after the usual greetings, Harriet got straight to business. Could he arrange to see her that afternoon? Yes, he could. The appointment was made, and she hung up.

It looked like being a nice day, so Harriet chose a light summery dress to go to town. When she was dressed she went down to the cellar to collect the small box containing Katrina’s present. She slipped it into her handbag and let herself out of the house.

A light breeze was stirring the tentative new leaves of the trees along the street, like voices whispering in the morning light. The sun was shining energetically through scattered clouds, falling on her face and arms with a grateful warmth. She nodded approvingly at the scene, as if one of her orders had been carried out to her satisfaction. Spring, she told herself, was so much better than winter. There was more promise about – all sorts of promise.

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This book is a work of fiction.

In real life, make sure you practise safe sex.

First published in 1997 by

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Copyright © G. C. Scott 1997

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