Helen Spencer worked as an administrator in the cardiology department at QMC/Nottingham City Hospital. People who knew her all thought of her as a sweet person, someone who worked hard, was friendly, and always easy to talk to. But she had a darker side that no one knew about. She was not the sexually innocent woman they all assumed she was; Helen Spencer was a woman who desired adult sexual fare with all its most kinky trappings: handcuffs, leather straps, spreader bars, leather hoods without eye holes, whips, gags, hot wax, etc. She would love being strapped on all fours to a spanking frame dressed in satin underwear, to be used for her and others' pain and pleasure. But even she couldn't have guessed that some of her secret desires would come true that evening. It happened something like this...
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Sam Jones, a medical supply salesman, had an appointment with Helen on a Friday afternoon at the QMC Hospital in Nottingham.
"Hello, Mrs. Spencer," he greeted her at her office.
"That's Helen, please, Mr. Jones, and no Mrs... I'm not married."
"Excuse me, then. I shouldn't assume, should I?"
"No, I guess not. Actually, I'm single and loving it."
"And I probably shouldn't assume you're a prim and proper professional woman, either, I suppose."
"You have no idea!"
"Really? In that case, when you're done here today, would you meet me for a drink?"
"Let's get our professional work out of the way, and we'll see."
So, they went over the medical supplies that Mr. Jones' firm sold, and Helen ordered a month's supply from him. They worked out the terms and figures, and Mr. Jones was getting ready to leave.
"So, where will you be having that drink after work, Mr. Jones?" Helen asked.
"Oh, I just assumed you didn't want to join me, the way you answered earlier. Again, I shouldn't assume."
'Right. So where?"
"At the Johnson Arms pub on Abbey Street."
"Okay, I'll join you there. What time should I be at Johnson Arms?"
"Make it seven, so we'll have all evening ahead of us," Mr. Jones replied with a sly smile.
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When her day ended, Helen drove to the Johnson Arms pub, entered, and found Mr. Jones seated at the bar. Upon seeing her come in, he got up and escorted her to a table away from the noisy bar. He ordered her a beer, and they settled down to chat.
"Nice of you to join me, Helen. I hope it wasn't hard to get here?" he asked.
"No problem, Mr. Jones."
"Sam, please. Well, I wanted to follow up with you on something you said at the hospital. When I said I probably shouldn't assume you're a prim and proper professional woman, you said 'you have no idea', didn't you?"
"Yes."
"What did you mean by that?"
"I meant that everyone thinks I'm some sexually innocent lady, but in fact, I have a very healthy sex appetite, and for some pretty kinky stuff, too."
"What sort of kinky stuff, Helen?
"Well, since you asked, I rather like being placed in bondage and having no control over what happens to me. I find it exciting. Do I shock you?"
"Not at all, and I was hoping that's what you meant. You see, I have a bit of a playroom at my house, and I was hoping maybe you'd come and let me show you how we could use it."
"Love to. When can we go?"
"As soon as we finish these drinks!"
Helen made her drink vanish rather quickly, and Sam left the last of his on the table, along with the money to pay for them.
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They drove their own cars to Mr. Jones' home, which was not too far away. Parking in the drive, they entered, and he showed Helen to the living room.
"Where is your playroom?" she asked.
"Down in the basement. We'll go down there in a minute."
Mr. Jones put his coat away and placed his mail on the kitchen counter. Then he took Helen by the hand and escorted her to the stairs that led to the basement. He led the way down, and she followed him across an open area with a work bench and down a short hallway past a washer and dryer to a closed and locked door. He unlocked the door, reached around the doorway to hit a light switch, then motioned for Helen to enter the room. It was a different world in that room, and Helen was at first taken aback, but then saw some furniture and devices she recognized, a small bed, a spanking bench, and a wall with toys and sex devices on it.
"Welcome to my playroom, Helen. I have clothes you can change into so you can enjoy all this room has to offer."
"I'd like that, Sam," she replied with enthusiasm.
"Go to the closet and pick out something you'd like to wear, then change into it while I get into my outfit," Sam told her.
Helen went to the closet and found several sets of sexy tops and bottoms, all either very skimpy, see-through, or soft and loose-fitting, so they could be easily moved aside. She chose a soft satin set, with a tank top and very loose bottom. She took her sandals off, then her skirt and blouse off, and finally her bra and panties, and then put the satin outfit on. It was airy and made her feel almost naked, even though she was covered, but both the top and bottom were loose enough to allow Sam easy access to her breasts, ass, and pussy, any time he wanted. When she was ready, she went back to where Sam was now waiting in a sexy male outfit consisting of black satin bottoms with no top, allowing her to see his muscular build. Seeing him and knowing where she was, and why, made Helen wet. It matched well with Sam's obvious erection beneath his loose bottoms.
Sam guided Helen to a spanking bench and helped her straddle its top, lying on it lengthwise. He strapped her arms and legs onto the runners below the padded top, leaving her rear bent at a ninety-degree angle with her legs spread a bit, and rendering Helen helpless against anything Sam was going to do to her. She loved it and was beginning to leak her feminine juices in anticipation. Sam went to a wall of toys and implements and chose a wooden paddle. He returned and caressed Helen's rear through the satin bottoms, then smacked her through the fabric. It was a hard strike on her cheek, but muffled in its impact and sound somewhat by the satin. Still, Helen nearly leaked a squirt of juices at the feel of it, partly from a bit of pain, but mostly due to a deeply felt pleasure at such a sexual assault on a private area. Sam repeated the same stroke on her other cheek, and the fun was on.
With the paddle imparting dull pain and arousing pleasure to Helen with each strike, she was now leaking her glistening wetness onto the satin bottoms and the bench regularly. Sam continued until Helen began to squirm and gasp, the paddling taking its toll as she let out some 'Ah's' of pain. Sam slowed down and gradually stopped paddling her. He undid the straps holding her down and helped her up. The crotch of the satin bottoms was soaked, but she wasn't concerned and was ready for more of whatever Sam had in mind.
He guided Helen to a place on the floor where she saw straps hanging from the ceiling, and she watched as Sam retrieved some lashes from the wall. When he returned, he placed a lash around each of her wrists and hooked the lash to a strap hanging from the ceiling. Helen was now loosely suspended from the ceiling by her bound wrists. Next, Sam got a spreader bar and lashed her ankles to it, spreading Helen's legs apart and again leaving her completely helpless to Sam's desires.
With Helen waiting, her pussy wet with anticipation, Sam returned with a whip. He waved it about, teasing her before striking her rear with the leather. Again, the satin fabric helped defray the sharp bite of the whip, but Helen still felt its sting. She let out an 'Ah' at the pain as Sam continued to whip her rear. Then he moved to her breasts, striking one and then the other with accurate hits on each tit. The strikes hurt more than those on her rear, her tender tits hurting after each impact. When the hits nicked her nipples, it felt like the satin fabric did nothing, and she screamed out. Sam took pity on her and stopped after a couple of more hits to her breasts, followed by a few more hits on her ass. He undid the spreader bar and then the wrist lashes, freeing her. Helen was surprised that although the whip strikes hurt, as soon as the pain subsided, they left her a little more turned on than before.
"Are you okay, Helen?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes. The whip hurt, especially on my breast and nipples, but you stopped before it got too bad."
"Are you ready for what's next?"
"And what's that?" she asked.
"I'll tie you to the bed, gagged and blindfolded, and let you meet my vibrator up close and personal," he answered.
"That sounds wonderful after the paddling and whipping. I'm ready!" she said, not letting on that the whip made her wetter after the pain subsided a bit.
Sam guided Helen to the bed and had her lie on her tummy on a folded towel he put down, then he attached lashes to her wrists and ankles and attached them to straps at the bed's corners, spreading her wide open. Her pussy was peeking out through the large leg openings of the satin bottoms, tempting fate, but Sam was busy retrieving a hood with nose and mouth openings but no eye slits, plus a gag. Sam took his time fitting the hood over Helen's head and lining it up correctly before snapping it on her. Then he added the gag.
For the third time, Helen Spencer, the professional administrator at the QMC Nottingham hospital, was completely helpless, and now blind and gagged as well, about to be pleased and probably tormented by a man she knew only as a business acquaintance.
Sam approached and she felt his weight sit on the bed next to her. Then she felt him caress her sore rear before he slid his hand between her spread legs. He moved a finger over the satin bottom on her labia and started to rub her pussy up and down over the fabric. The feeling was wonderful for Helen, and she began to squirm with her arousal as her labia opened and Sam's fingers were caressing her slit, though still over the fabric. As she became more animated, the squirming caused Sam's fingers to slip off the satin bottom and directly onto her pussy. Helen felt the change, how his fingers felt on her tender skin, and immediately jerked with delight. Sam rubbed her slit for a moment, and even grazed her clit, which sent a shockwave through Helen. Then Sam stopped and got up. It was disturbing to Helen, who was enjoying his venture beneath her satin cover.
When Sam returned, she felt him ensure that her labia was still open, and then felt a cool, round object being placed directly under her pussy outside the satin fabric. Suddenly, it buzzed and vibrated! Sam had placed a vibrator under her, and after the initial moment's surprise passed, it felt great. Helen wiggled to get more comfortable lying on the object, to get it in just the right place, and she squirmed again, getting more and more turned on each minute. Soon, she was lifting her hips to get some distance from it for a break from its intensity. Her pussy was alive, and her clit was on fire with need, and Helen was soon at the brink of an orgasm. She was gasping for breath and moaning through the gag... and then Sam turned the vibrator off!
Helen's arousal was paused at the worst possible time. She was so close to an orgasm that it hurt to stop, but since she could not touch herself, she needed Sam to continue the vibrations or do something else to get her off. She tried rubbing her pussy on the still vibrator, but it wasn't enough. There she was, tied helplessly on the bed, exposed and vulnerable, and now relentlessly horny.
After about five long minutes, Sam returned and switched the vibrator back on. Was he edging her? It shocked Helen again with its intensity, and she almost immediately began to squirm with pleasure. She again wiggled to get the vibrations right where she wanted them and her cunt was alive again, her clit driving her wild. She knew that she couldn't hold off for long, that her orgasm would take her soon. But then Sam stopped the vibrator again. It was agonizing, to be so close to cumming and then have it taken away. Helen was beside herself with desire for the vibrations to return, and she started rubbing her clit against the round head of the vibrator again but only getting some relief.
Then, after about five desperate minutes, Sam started the vibrator again. He was definitely edging her, but it was nirvana to Helen to have the intense vibrations back, and she squirmed with wild abandon, letting the vibrations drive her cunt and her entire body wild. In no time, Helen started to squirt her feminine juices onto the vibrator and towel as she finally had the orgasm she craved. She jerked and spasmed over and over, and writhed on the bed despite being restrained, as her orgasmic energy took her for a wild ride. She came for several minutes, moaning and sighing in ecstasy despite the gag, until she was finally drained.
Sam stopped the vibrator and pulled it away, then undid the lashes and helped Helen reposition herself on her back with her head at the end of the bed. Leaving her for a moment, still blind to what was happening due to the hood, Sam retrieved a riding crop from the wall. He pulled the black satin bottoms he had donned for the evening down and stood in front of her.
"Move toward me until your head begins to hang over the edge of the bed," Sam commanded.
Helen scooted herself up to the required position, with her head about halfway over the edge, and the bed supporting her neck. Sam's erection was now pointed at Helen's mouth through the opening in the hood, but she could not see him.
"Now spread your legs for me," he ordered.
She complied and spread her legs, exposing her pussy, while Sam removed the gag from her mouth.
"You're going to give me a great blow job now, Helen Spencer, just the way I want it, and any time you don't, I'm going to smack your cunt with a riding crop, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she replied.
Sam leaned over and pushed the satin bottoms away from her pussy, tucking the fabric in an under itself to keep them off her pussy, fully exposing it. Then he poised his cock at Helen's mouth, touching her, and she flinched with surprise.
"Don't flinch," Sam ordered, and gave her cunt a smack with the crop without the satin bottoms providing any cushioning. The sudden strike came as a surprise to Helen, and she jerked with the pain of the impact.
"Ouch!"
"Be quiet, slut," Sam ordered, and smacked her cunt again.
"Yes, sir," Helen managed to reply through the pain she was feeling.
Sam pressed the head of his penis against Helen's lips, and she parted them to allow him into her mouth. He pushed his cock's head into her and she wrapped her lips around it. As he pushed further in, she loosened her mouth's grip on him, letting him go deeper, then clamped her lips over his rod and sucked his shaft.
"That's the way, slut," Sam told her.
As Sam began to withdraw, Helen adjusted the pressure she was applying to his erection, allowing him to withdraw easily.
"I want you to keep sucking hard on my dick, slut," Sam commanded, and struck her cunt again with the riding crop. It hurt her but she started sucking on him all the more, as he wanted.
"That's better, slut! Keep it up," he told her.
Sam began an in-and-out rhythm, fucking Helen's mouth and pushing into her throat. She did all she could not to gag, but did a few times, and Sam responded with a crop hit to her cunt. The pain of each strike was making Helen tear up under the hood.
Sam continued until he was about to cum, then groaned and shot his load into Helen's mouth. She continued to suck on his cock as he spasmed over and over, the semen filling her mouth.
"Swallow it, slut, and don't spill a drop," he commanded.
Helen did her best, but with Sam pumping her fast and deep, she was unable to swallow fast enough to keep up, and some semen oozed from her lips.
"Suck it back in, slut," Sam said as he pulled out of her mouth and smacked her cunt yet again with the crop, and the pain was even greater with her tender clit already sore. Helen used her tongue to lick most of the spillage back into her mouth, then took advantage of the break to swallow all of his semen. Then Sam put his dick back into her and resumed fucking her mouth. Helen sucked hard, as he liked, and soon he finished cumming, relaxed and pulled out.
"That was good blow job, slut. You did well!"
"Thank you, sir," Helen replied, happy that he was pleased, but even more happy that the crop hits were done.
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Then Sam seemed to soften. He helped Helen sit up on the bed and gently took the hood off her. It was a great relief to have it off; her vision returned to bright lights that made her close her eyes for a bit, and the cool air refreshed her.
"I hope I wasn't too rough on you, Helen, but I think it's what you wanted."
"It was good, Sam. The crop hurt, but being used like a slut is what I wanted."
"Okay. Well, let's get cleaned up and dressed, and have a drink," Sam offered.
"Sounds good," Helen replied.
And so they cleaned themselves, dressed, and returned to Sam's living room, where he served them each another beer.
"I hope you enjoyed my playroom, Helen?"
"I did! Do you think we could use it again?"
"I think so. Perhaps next time I come to the hospital, you could come over again after work."
"I'd love it."
"Would you mind if I invited a male friend or two to join us?'
"Not at all! I'd love that, too, Sam."
"A bit of a gang bang, then?"
"Yes, please!"
"Okay then. I'll make the arrangements for after next month's sales call at the hospital."
"Sounds good. I look forward to it," Helen replied.
"Who'd have guessed that sweet Helen Spencer was such a slut at heart!"
<< To Be Continued >>
