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It did! To reveal an even greater horror. There before her eyes was an unmistakably male penis! She felt unable to take her eyes from it as the music died away and total silence reigned.
‘Want to feel it, darling?’ asked the voice of ‘Lesley’. ‘It’s a real one.’
Mesmerised, she heard Jeffrey speak. ‘You have my permission …’
Slowly, she raised her eyes to the now grotesque face of ‘Lesley’ to see that he had whipped off the lacquered wig. As their eyes met Lesley spoke. ‘I don’t do penetration, darling, but if you want me to go down on you, that’s cool!’
She heard a silly, squeaky voice protest, ‘But I’m a girl!’
Lesley chuckled. ‘That’s all right, love. I don’t discriminate.’
Feeling as if she had been transmuted into a waxworks tableau, she could find no thought, no words, other than a silent prayer that somehow the floor would open up and get her out of this.
Her prayer was answered by Jeffrey. With a sonorous clap of his hands he stood up and spoke the first sensible words she had heard all evening. ‘Wonderful! Absolutely marvellous. Thank you Lesley, but, sorry, that’s as far as we can take it tonight.’
Afraid to meet anyone’s gaze Helen sensed Lesley immediately dropping out of character to fussily gather up her discarded props as Jeffrey shepherded her away.
Meanwhile ‘George’ sat feeling as if a dentist had sneaked up and injected her entire body with novacaine.
There was more murmuring at the door but, this time, thankfully, it was the sound of ‘Lesley’ departing. It was then she realised she was still wearing the hat. How long ago her preparation all seemed now! The hat lay in her hands like the reminder of another life.
When he came back into the room, thankfully alone, she found her voice. ‘Why did you do that?’ she asked him.
‘It’s what “us chaps” do.’
Silently, she looked at him. Were men an alien species? Had he imagined that what they had seen could, on any level, be construed as titillating, arousing or anything but humiliating to the onlookers?
‘Sad, isn’t it?’ he asked, voicing her thoughts exactly.
When he came and reached down for her she went into his arms with a sob of relief. The nightmare was over and the world could resume its axis.
But not quite.
‘Look,’ he said, and she watched as he reached under the glass table and, pulling away a furry rug, revealed a mirror laid to reflect upward.
‘What’s that for?’ she asked.
‘For you,’ he said. ‘You told me you liked to watch yourself suffering.’
She felt herself jellifying. The protest her brain was making was choked off by the excitement in her throat.
His voice softly insistent, he said, ‘Kneel on the table.’ When she hesitated, he added, ‘It won’t break.’
Suddenly, the role intended for Lesley was clear. ‘She’ had been hired to witness her humiliation. As she tentatively did as he said, she reflected that, comparatively, it made what was to come an act of love.
‘Stay quite still,’ he murmured as she knelt on the table and looked through its transparent surface to her ‘twin brother’ looking back up at her.
She watched as Jeffrey reached round and loosened the rolled-up trouser tops and then eased the elasticised top over her hips. Fascinated, she felt distanced, like an audience watching a play, as he ran his hands over her rump. Then she flinched and gasped as she felt the lubricant jelly being worked into her.
Now she knew he really meant to go through with it she felt her body preparing itself – except it had gone into action in the wrong place!
‘You’re going to get a thorough screwing,’ he told her, moving her raised buttocks towards the end of the table. ‘You can scream and shout all you want. It won’t make the slightest difference.’ He was standing behind her now, as she stared down at the frightened face of her ‘brother’s’ reflection as he waited with her.
Standing behind her,
It did! To reveal an even greater horror. There before her eyes was an unmistakably male penis! She felt unable to take her eyes from it as the music died away and total silence reigned.
‘Want to feel it, darling?’ asked the voice of ‘Lesley’. ‘It’s a real one.’
Mesmerised, she heard Jeffrey speak. ‘You have my permission …’
Slowly, she raised her eyes to the now grotesque face of ‘Lesley’ to see that he had whipped off the lacquered wig. As their eyes met Lesley spoke. ‘I don’t do penetration, darling, but if you want me to go down on you, that’s cool!’
She heard a silly, squeaky voice protest, ‘But I’m a girl!’
Lesley chuckled. ‘That’s all right, love. I don’t discriminate.’
Feeling as if she had been transmuted into a waxworks tableau, she could find no thought, no words, other than a silent prayer that somehow the floor would open up and get her out of this.
Her prayer was answered by Jeffrey. With a sonorous clap of his hands he stood up and spoke the first sensible words she had heard all evening. ‘Wonderful! Absolutely marvellous. Thank you Lesley, but, sorry, that’s as far as we can take it tonight.’
Afraid to meet anyone’s gaze Helen sensed Lesley immediately dropping out of character to fussily gather up her discarded props as Jeffrey shepherded her away.
Meanwhile ‘George’ sat feeling as if a dentist had sneaked up and injected her entire body with novacaine.
There was more murmuring at the door but, this time, thankfully, it was the sound of ‘Lesley’ departing. It was then she realised she was still wearing the hat. How long ago her preparation all seemed now! The hat lay in her hands like the reminder of another life.
When he came back into the room, thankfully alone, she found her voice. ‘Why did you do that?’ she asked him.
‘It’s what “us chaps” do.’
Silently, she looked at him. Were men an alien species? Had he imagined that what they had seen could, on any level, be construed as titillating, arousing or anything but humiliating to the onlookers?
‘Sad, isn’t it?’ he asked, voicing her thoughts exactly.
When he came and reached down for her she went into his arms with a sob of relief. The nightmare was over and the world could resume its axis.
But not quite.
‘Look,’ he said, and she watched as he reached under the glass table and, pulling away a furry rug, revealed a mirror laid to reflect upward.
‘What’s that for?’ she asked.
‘For you,’ he said. ‘You told me you liked to watch yourself suffering.’
She felt herself jellifying. The protest her brain was making was choked off by the excitement in her throat.
His voice softly insistent, he said, ‘Kneel on the table.’ When she hesitated, he added, ‘It won’t break.’
Suddenly, the role intended for Lesley was clear. ‘She’ had been hired to witness her humiliation. As she tentatively did as he said, she reflected that, comparatively, it made what was to come an act of love.
‘Stay quite still,’ he murmured as she knelt on the table and looked through its transparent surface to her ‘twin brother’ looking back up at her.
She watched as Jeffrey reached round and loosened the rolled-up trouser tops and then eased the elasticised top over her hips. Fascinated, she felt distanced, like an audience watching a play, as he ran his hands over her rump. Then she flinched and gasped as she felt the lubricant jelly being worked into her.
Now she knew he really meant to go through with it she felt her body preparing itself – except it had gone into action in the wrong place!
‘You’re going to get a thorough screwing,’ he told her, moving her raised buttocks towards the end of the table. ‘You can scream and shout all you want. It won’t make the slightest difference.’ He was standing behind her now, as she stared down at the frightened face of her ‘brother’s’ reflection as he waited with her.
Standing behind her,
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