CHAPTER 11
Lady Sara returns.
Lady Sara is due to visit us again this evening, but during the day, Helen has been out of the house on a mysterious solo mission.
When she returns, she is carrying a heavy parcel, and looking extremely pleased with herself. It seems that she recently took the original 'Doctor Watson's Assistant' to an artistic friend of hers with glass-making skills and equipment.
He had been rather astonished by her requirements, but in typical bohemian style, agreed to her plan. She had asked him to create a mould from the original, which would allow him to produce replicas en masse, as necessary. At first, she had asked him to produce four copies, and though he offered to tint them in various imaginative ways, she opted for plain, clear glass because she was assured that that would be the strongest material possible. She thought they might be subject to some stress in use.
She was delighted with the result, and had immediately visited Lady Jane to secretly deliver the very first model (at a price, of course!). She showed me the remaining three replicas, and I could certainly see some purely artistic value in the item, especially when the light played through it. It would look very good on a bedside table, with candlelight flickering about, I thought.
Of course, Lady Jane had been keen to test this Ladies' Companion immediately, and Helen had witnessed her delight in playing with it freely at home. She had managed to insert it quite easily, with some lubrication, but also loved fondling it and sensually stroking her body with it. Lady Jane was sure she could keep it from her husband's sight, but thought that if he did see it, she could convince him that it was an artistic artifact to be admired. She was sure that frequent practice with it would ease her anxieties about her husband's approaches to her, but before Helen left, she did also say that she would like to continue with our treatments at Harley Street as well.
I am a little surprised about the visit to Lady Jane, but pleased that Helen has taken this initiative. It seems likely to be a lucrative addition to our business, and I know that she has even more plans ahead.
Helen also confesses that she would like to be more personally involved in our regular treatments. Since the very beginning, she has intervened to 'help' me whenever she felt it necessary, originally in secret from our clients, but then more blatantly, delivering my cum directly into Lady Emma's open mouth, and most recently joining Lady Charlotte with me on the Consulting Couch.
I have enjoyed all these interventions too and I suggest that we should plan them to be part of a treatment, rather than just allow them to happen spontaneously. It is clear to me that Helen could perform my role in treatments perfectly, having witnessed me 'at work' so closely and on so many occasions; of course, she has also experienced my 'treatments', and much more, as my wife.
We agree to explore all these possibilities in our appointment with Sara this evening.
Lady Sara is of a more dominant character than most, and at her first appointment we restrained her gently with ties to her wrists and ankles on the Consulting Couch. She accepted this with surprising ease, perhaps because we assured her that she would be instantly released if she uttered a certain word to Helen. She did not, of course.
Our intention was to create an environment where she became the passive subject of attention, rather than the main actor. Although largely a sham, it created that psychological space where she could relax and truly enjoy all the sensations she felt.
She enters the room with her accustomed sexual confidence and ostentatiously disrobes before us both. She stands naked before us, hands on hips and legs slightly splayed, and asks, “Well, Simon, what do you have for me this time? I enjoyed my last treatment very much, and I have thought of it often since then.”
Her jet black hair is shoulder length, but balanced by neatly trimmed black hair around her pubic area. Typically, she is not following the current popular trend for shaving in that area, and I must admit that her neatly shaped, dense black hair perfectly frames the hint of vaginal lips, already swelling with anticipation.
I say, “Lady Sara, we would like to restrain you, as before, with the same procedure for instant release if you should require it, but this time, I would also like to blindfold you. I think this extra degree of sensory deprivation will focus your full attention more completely upon the tactile feelings you are experiencing as part of the treatment. Is that acceptable to you?”
“Of course, Simon.!” she says, “I trust you and Helen completely, and I can understand that the absence of any distraction, visual or otherwise, may heighten my pleasure at your touch. Do as you wish with me...”
Accordingly, we ask her to lie back and part her legs, while Helen loosely ties her wrists and ankles to the corners of the couch. She then ties a dense blindfold over Sara's eyes and asks her whether the blackout is complete. Lady Sara reports that it is, and moistens her red lips in anticipation of... she knows not what!
We raise the Consulting Couch to my waist level again, so that I can easily reach forward and slide the palms of my hands up the delicate skin inside Sara's parted thighs. Being unable to see anything, she jumps slightly when I first touch her, and says, “Oh my goodness! It's impossible to know what will happen to me next, but I will try not to flinch from your touch., wherever that may be!”
“Yes,” says Helen, “you must try to relax completely and accept the pleasure of our touch without fear. Just revel in all the physical sensations you will experience.”
I step aside and silently invite Helen to take my place between Sara's legs. As she has seen me do, she lowers her mouth to Sara's vulva and parts her outer lips gently with her fingertips.
“Oh, Simon,” says Sara, “you are so gentle in your ministrations... at least to begin with! I hope that you will build and build my expectations until I can no longer contain myself... but take as much time as you wish! A pleasure delayed becomes an even greater pleasure. I have placed the entire evening at your disposal.”
I watch closely as Helen begins to delve her fingers further and further into Sara's vagina, becoming slick with her juices very quickly. She has clearly learned much from observing my treatments, and probably from experiencing them as my wife.
I watch as she applies her pointed tongue to Sara's swelling lips, teasing along the full length, to expose her delicate coral-pink interior, then revealing her button for the attention of her lips and mouth.
I am fascinated, and I must admit, a little surprised, to find that a woman can treat another woman in such fashion, but I am proud of my wife's abilities. I also find it a very arousing spectacle! I am sorely tempted to approach Helen from behind, but restrain myself and allow her to continue her treatment of Sara.
I move to stand alongside Sara's prone body, and when I reach forward to touch and fondle her, she recognises the firm male touch, teasing and rousing her nipples to full hardness. For a moment or two, she is confused by the number of hands I seem to have!
Helen lifts her mouth from Sara's swollen red button and says, “Do not concern yourself, Lady Sara. Simon and I are working in concert today to give you the fullest satisfaction possible.”
“Mmm,” groans Sara, “what an exquisite thought! A husband and wife both administering to me at once. This is most certainly something I have not experienced before!”
Now that Sara is aware of our slight subterfuge, and apparently approving, I can talk with her while Helen continues to give her oral and womanual treatment.
I compliment her on her taut body and her breasts in particular, while my hands roam lightly across her. I stroke and squeeze her breasts hard again, then my hands slide down her sides, feeling the shapeliness of her waist before it spreads to her hips. Then across her flat belly and upwards again to her breasts. I note that her hips are starting to rock subtly up and down, under the attention Helen is providing.
While one hand strokes down her belly towards Helen, I drop my head to take an erect nipple into my mouth, and suckle gently upon it. While Helen sucks and licks her red button, I give very similar attention to her nipples.
“Ohhh,” gasps Sara, “ you two are unbelievable! I feel every touch of your hands, your fingers, your mouths, your tongues! You seem to be exploring me everywhere, and it is utterly delightful...”
I think she cannot talk now, and both Helen and I have our mouths otherwise occupied, too. I am as hard as rock, and I'm sure Helen is dripping down her thighs, while Sara builds to the most explosive climax we have ever witnessed.
Restrained by her ties, blinkered by her blindfold, and driven almost to madness by our joint ministrations, Sara screams louder than I have ever heard a woman scream before.
Her head thrashes from side to side, her arms and legs jerk wildly against her restraints, and every muscle of her body seems to shake and tremble. She is pressing her vulva firmly against Helen's mouth and moving rapidly back and forth.
Both Helen and I slowly back away and allow Sara to calm and her body to still. It was a remarkable sight (and sound), but Sara is now limp on the couch. It seems that every ounce of energy and passion has been completely drained from her, and her body is limp, almost seeming lifeless.
After a few minutes, while Helen and I also compose ourselves, we release Sara's ties, and remove her blindfold. She still seems speechless, and breathless, and is occasionally racked by sudden unexpected tremors running throughout her body, But slowly we all recover ourselves enough to speak.
Sara can only say that she doesn't have the words to describe what has just happened, or what she felt. She only knows that it was the most wonderfully exciting thing she has ever experienced.
We help her to dress, still somewhat shakily, and her profuse thanks pour from her as we escort her to her waiting horse and carriage.
As soon as she has gone, Helen and I throw ourselves upon each other and each ravishes the other, until we fall into a deep sleep of complete and utter exhaustion.