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Sarah and the Silver Master 2
Well you having read part 1 I suppose I had best start by describing my consulting rooms, they are situated in the lovely Alkam valley, just between Folkestone and Dover in the lovely county of Kent.
For our overseas friends Kent is a farming county of rolling hills, its green and pleasant and for most part on earth covered chalk ground.
My home and workplace is a red brick and peg tile farmhouse, set in an old chalk pit, once numerous in the area. There is little traffic on the lane connecting it to civilisation and its name is after its builder George Payne, who`s decedent’s I bought it from a few years ago, rather appropriately its known as Payne farm.
Hidden behind the house and cut into the soft chalk bank is a tunnel, few know about its existence, and I as a diy enthusiast have equipped it like a dungeon, it can be entered by a doorway from one of the rooms at the back of a small workshop at the rear of the garage. Anyway; this `dungeon,’ is referred to by those who have used it as the “hobby room,”
I have a part time cook cum housekeeper and her husband who is also my gardener, they live in the village, neither know of the hobby room it`s so well hidden!
There is also another room in the house itself that I keep for `normal’ consultations. As you by now know I work as well as writing, I am a consultant on sexual matters some referred by the health service, some by word of mouth. Occasionally I have cases where the subject has issues about wishing to atone for his or her past life, and for these I can, if appropriate, offer a service of chastisement, but only very special cases and club members ever graduating to my hobby room behind its hidden door.
It helps that I have sadistic tendencies as well, but that`s another story as I run a small club of older men who have shall we say shared interests; they use the facilities of the `hobby room’ from time to time, on a mutual help basis and my hobby room proves perfect and secluded for just that.
The old farm house has a surrounding garden, a couple of outhouses and parking for about six motors, all behind a thick hedge, it all lays off a small lane with very little passing traffic. This then is my world which I share with my two dogs, an Irish wolfhound called “Paddy” and a great dane called “Rufus.”
Anyway back to the case of Sarah.
I got home and there was a mail from her, and it said
Sir
I wondered if Tom and I could visit your home and spend a little time chatting to you in your consulting room where we all could relax with a glass of wine and agree on my course of treatment and how to correct me. I would like you to take us through to the "treatment cave" where you could introduce us both and describe the equipment you use in your treatment and using your clipboard, you can record details of equipment you might want to use in my treatment plan. Dressed in my pretty summer dress, I imagine I could wander ahead of you and Tom through your equipment treatment room, casually observing and running my delicate fingertips along the almost medieval equipment polished smooth with use, I wonder about all the women who have been here before, the bright overhead lights shining down on their exquisite pleasures!
Away from my earshot, perhaps you could discuss with Tom what you have in mind and what your expectations are with regard to his behaviour and involvement
Thank you in advance
Sarah
Now I had not mentioned the hobby room, so she had wheedled that from her friend who had recommended her who had been treated and I had trusted. So I replied thus;
Sarah,
First I must insist that unless invited the hobby room is not mentioned again, it is kept from even my housekeeper and is an invite only arrangement. We hardly know one another so until I am sure of you, and your needs you won`t be seeing the inside of that room.
I am sorry. But until I have assessed you that is not on I am afraid.
I must discipline Lyndsay for her having mentioned it at all it being as she knows so secret.
Now, I shall expect you both at my home this Friday at 10 am for a consultation, as I arranged with Tom please do not be late and be prepared for a physical and mental examination, overnight accommodation will be provided and we will at the end of this meeting arrange your course of treatments.
SM
Later that evening I received a more humble e mail
Saying;
Dear Silver Master
Your "distant" professional approach is what I desire like the true Consultant you clearly are. I love the fact that you are slightly more mature as it gives so much credibility to your writing and experienced professionalism as Master.
I am so enjoying our liaison and have never met anyone who seems to understand me the way you clearly do, it really is my pleasure to give myself to you in this capacity. I have spoken to Tom at great length again and he is still hesitant about taking part in any corrective experiences, saying he prefers to watch me close up when I'm receiving pain
Yours
Sarah
I replied
Dear Sarah
Like you Tom is entitled to his own thoughts, should he wish to partake as long as I know you have no objections I don’t have a problem, however if he wishes to just watch well that too is fine, I am glad you have this confidence in my abilities and I am looking forward to meeting you again for a more in depth probe into your make up.
SM
She replied she was looking forward to her visit, and till the Friday I heard nothing more.
At 10 on the Friday morning they appeared, a large cream Mercedes estate, obviously a distinctive car, leather upholstery, blackened rear windows, crome gleaming, Tom driving; luckily I had just gone to the gate to take in the mail from the box, as Rufus intimidates the posty, we have our post box on the gate. I opened the gate to a cheery greeting from a casually dressed Tom and a more nervous one from my subject, dressed in a cool cream suit with a small and elegant diamond broach in the shape of a horse whip on her lapel, setting off her cherubic face and the coppery hair perfectly. There was no escaping the fact the lady was a stunner, and the pair fairly well off to boot.
I led them to the guest bedroom, showed them the facilities, and said “when they were ready to come outside for coffee on the lawn.”
They locked up the car took up a case, and soon came to join me with my dogs now out on the sunlit lawn.
Both dogs bounded up to them as they approached the table, but neither showed any fear, fondling heads and generally making a fuss of them both.
We sat over coffee, and chatted; me gently probing them as to their views on using a satnav to find this remote home, the European Union, the government, taxes, weather, and the emigration policy of the day anything to gain an insight, and to ease the obvious tension pervading the air. Gently I raised the subject of her youth, her up-bringing, talked about parents, life as a c***d, her first sexual encounters; masturbation and her feelings at the time. Most of the detail she had sent me in that first letter, but I had her fill in details, like her boyfriends fathers name, her reaction to the lads indifference at his father even suggesting she has sex, or worse sex with a group of older men, how did she feel about it now, did she still masturbate, and was that in private, did he react, to that, and I asked Toms own take on that as well. The morning was long and by probing very gently, they soon were talking freely about what had gone on in the years they had been together, and some from before
Mrs bridges my part time housekeeper called us to eat at 12-30 delighting us with her fine-fair and with the aid of a bottle of a good white wine I realy got Sarah to unwind. The meal over, we sat in the study cum consulting room and she described in detail the needle play round her nipples, her reaction to which was surprisingly not the reaction of a c***d being used so cruelly but much in my opinion more like that of a masochistic adult who wanted to prove something.
I asked how she felt now about each of the subjects we had covered, and she said she felt relieved to talk to someone who understood, as Tom realy didn’t have the broader outlook that understood her deep feelings of wanting to repay herself for her feelings of guilt, partially at the lack of c***dhood, partly at the reaction to being gang ****d by these old men all those years ago. True it wasn’t **** in the modern sense of the word but she felt morally those old boys should have shown self discipline, and she should have at least resisted in some way even if it had been the token of just saying NO!
Slowly year by year the guilt had eaten away at her conscience like an acid etching away at her mind.
She had married perhaps in haste perhaps on a rebound perhaps on a whim, a woman who married a man for her need to be used not for love. For a time it had worked, they had fitted together like ying and yang, her working off her guilt, he being sadistic to a huge degree, eager to enjoy and exploit her need. What little love there was evaporated quickly, and she had lived just to be used until inevitably divorce. She didn’t say if she had met Tom before or after the final split, but this was love, not lust, not for finance not for sexual need but love. Tom intervened here saying he no knowledge realy her past sexual exploits, though he did have a small inkling that there might have been something, way back in her past that troubled her but he was not bothered, he belived she would tell him it all in her own sweet time he is a patient man. He did however know about hubby No1 and that he had exploited this fine figure of womanhood, but he just knew she had to be his partner in life nothing else mattered.
True love conquers all they say and happy they have been Tom it seems is a little under endowed, at 5.5 inches; however his technique is such that it made up in a vanilla way. Slowly he got the real picture that she had a few hang-ups about guilt. She had a few times asked him to chastise her, but she found that he could not manage to bring himself to hurt his beloved lady.
Strangely in explaining her requirements, her wishes, her desires she showed him a video or two of bdsm, one featuring herself and he found it most stimulating, he she said has turned out to be a pain voyeur, loving pain in others, but unable to inflict it.
In the end to satisfy both of them, they came to the mutual decision that he should pay a master to use her just once while he watched, thinking if that made them happy then that would be the way to go.
For some curious reason, Tom decided pay for and to send her to the USA for the first `treatment’ the master did not allow watchers, though he did allow film, and she has never revealed the full extent of her abuse, only the section that was filmed and after she ended up in a private clinic at even more expense for 10 days.
The master was in the business of taking money, and just satisfying his own sadistic cravings, some subsequent masters have also been guilty of preying on the vulnerable and satisfying themselves rather than the victim, and charging a lot for the privilege!
I was determined to not walk that path, it is so easy to lose sight of the problem you are trying to alleviate, (note I did not say cure.)
We stopped for a meal, which I completed from items Mrs bridges had prepared before leaving, she never works at weekends, so I fend for myself, but when I have guests she pre-prepares at least a couple of meals as she says my culinary skills are not to be inflicted...
Over the meal Tom revealed that she had had a number of treatments, and none in this country,
We talked generally about their `vanilla sex lives’, chatted about his voyeur traits, and discussed his cuckold feelings as he knew some masters had had straight sex with his wife, claiming it was a necessary part of the cure! I won`t go into them now as it’s only relevant in a peripheral way and we shall see as we go along.
Tom explained that he was happy to “lie on my couch as well, “so to speak, if it would help his wife, and he was happy to pay any fees, whatever they were. Especially if it would “cure” his lady from her guilt and him from wanting to have her hurt, and worse enjoying the whole process, even paying was to him a part of his feelings of simple guilt.
I now realised that in reality I had two subjects to work with.
After a little ponder, I said that this then would be my suggested course of action.
I explained that there was no simple outside cure, it could only come from inside them-selves and it would take a long set of sessions. Yes I could aid her by beating her, humiliating her, setting her to a k9, or a gang bang or whatever, but that it would be up to her to say enough is enough my guilt is gone, I feel free, and there might still be the odd resurfacing of guilt even then.
And likewise he would know the time was right to cease watching her virtual self abuse by proxy the same rule applying.
They would be allowed the space, the time, the sexual enjoyment, under my supervision here if that`s what they wished. Each session at their own pace but they would need to send me notice and a list of the chastisements, a week before and I would see to fulfilling both Sarah`s dreams and needs as well as to pandering to his voyeuristic needs.
It would be cheaper than tripping off to some self gratifying American, and he could nurse her afterwards which would negate his “after guilt.”
For me it would allow my sadistic cravings to get an airing and both before and perhaps a week after we would hold a consultation to consider the feelings of them both.
We went on to sort my per session fees, and to finalise what in effect was a contract between us all. It took some time to cross T`s and dot I`s but with his commercial experience, my professional judgement and Sarah`s level headed approach we soon drew up a course of action.
They appeared to be overjoyed at that, and we opened another bottle to celebrate our new partnership.
Sarah now said she wanted to see the cave, but I was adamant that she would see it soon enough and that I would as I had insisted, “set the pace.”
She was not used to being told no, but accepted it gracefully saying that “we were all now friends and work was over, would I like to have sex with them both now?”
He nodded his accent,
Would you refuse a lady like her?
I didn’t....belive me; I had the dogs bedded down, lights out, doors locked and in a few short moments arm in arm we were all mounting those stairs , it was to be one of the best vanilla sex sessions I ever remember
She used her tongue to best effect, I explored her scars, her wonderful breasts her lips. Then it was the turn of her sex, finally Tom held her hand as I ploughed the furrow. She ran her fingers through my hair as together we climaxed. It was a fantastic encounter.
Tom bade us goodnight and he wandered off to my bed leaving us together, the night was long, loving and bloody tiring, but I would not have missed it for a gold pig. Dawn crawled across the sky and we slept on. Tomorrow we would be exploring her needs and reactions for real but you dear reader, are going to need to wait till part 3!
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