Chapter 8: A Chance To Escape

I was in the office when the telephone call came in. Mrs Braddock insisted that she needed my advice and Ms Fulbright had been only too happy to send me over to meet with her. I’d given up trying to convince Ms Fulbright that I shouldn’t have to visit Mrs Braddock and that left me resigning myself to another afternoon’s mistreatment and humiliation.

When she greeted me at the door to her house it was obvious that she had abandoned any pretence of consulting me on legal matters; she was wearing a tight fitting blouse, a leather skirt and high heeled boots. “Good,” she said. “You’re on time. It’s just as well. I’m quite busy today but I am in need of some sexual release and a little, let’s say, dominant gratification. I’m so pleased that Ms Fulbright felt able to let me have your services to cope with these necessary follow ups to my husband’s divorce. It really has been excellent after-care.”

I must have looked unhappy.

“Now, don’t be silly. Just get up to the bedroom and strip off. Then face down on the bed please. I’m going to give your delightful bottom a little attention first.”

That didn’t sound too bad to me. Mrs Braddock had decided she quite liked using a soft leather flogger that looked a lot more fearsome than it felt. When it came to corporal punishment, Mrs Braddock seemed quite happy not to have to put in too much effort. That was fine by me. Perhaps I would get away without too painful a visit, I thought.

“I’m afraid that I have some sad news.” Mrs Braddock’s words as she fastened the straps holding me to the bed set off immediate alarm bells for me.

“Wha ... Gmmmph?” My questioning response was cut off by the red rubber ball that she jammed into my mouth as a gag. I was worried by the idea that Mrs Braddock had some bad news and I was helpless and silenced.

Having strapped me down securely, Mrs Braddock started to undress. “Yes,” she said, as she removed her blouse and skirt. “I’m afraid this will be the last of our amusing little sessions.”

She picked up her flogger and started with a few slow strokes to my buttocks and the back of my thighs.

“I’ve quite enjoyed them. And it has given me a chance to put so much of Ellen Hanson’s advice into practice. I’ve quite overcome my fear of being victimised by men and,” She whacked down a harder stroke across my bum, drawing a whimper of discomfort from behind my gag, “I feel quite able to deal with men on an equal footing now as a result.”

If I had been able to say anything, I would have said that I felt our dealings were anything but equal. I was soon wriggling with the distracting pain from the beating which was more vicious than she had dealt out previously. My one consolation was that it might be the last.

“Yes, it’s all been quite an education. And you’ve been such a help. None of the other men I’ve been involved with have ever been prepared to put up with things like this. I mean that fool of a husband of mine never let me try anything like this. Anyway, as I said, it’s been very helpful.” I was squirming with distraction at the pain in my buttocks and hardly in any condition to pay attention. Mrs Braddock paused. I welcomed the respite, closing my eyes for a moment to try and push the burning sensation in my buttocks out of my mind. When I opened them again, Mrs Braddock was standing on the far side of the bedroom fastening some sort of harness around her hips.

“You’ve obviously done a lot more of this sort of thing than I have,” she said. I wasn’t at all sure why she thought that. “But don’t worry, I’ll work it out.” She went on fiddling with the straps and buckles of the harness trying to get it fitting comfortably around her hips.

“I got the idea from ‘the Inner Drive’. Ellen says you should try to experience things from the other person’s point of view. So with the whole sex thing, I thought, it obviously means that I ought to try penetrative sex from the man’s perspective. Now obviously I could try with Lucy, but that’s not quite the same is it? I mean a woman and a woman, the dynamic of power is quite different between a woman and a man, at least that’s what Ellen says. So, I thought we could try it.”

As she turned around to face me, I could see that she had fitted into the harness a realistic-looking but oversized artificial cock.