This is the second part. I strongly recommend you read the first part before starting on this one. There is strong fetish content so if you do not like that kind of thing, I suggest you look elsewhere.

All characters are well over the age of 18.

On Sunday, I rose early and let Irma into the house around 7am. She was accustomed to coming in every day, though her work on Sunday was usually restricted to clearing up in the kitchen and preparing breakfast and lunch.

She was a naturally conscientious individual. She’d lived in London over thirty years and had many of the characteristics her nation was renowned for, particularly promptness, efficiency and directness.

She was quite short, with a full bosom and normally wore a navy, sleeveless dress, her long blonde hair in a bun. She’d not been blessed with great beauty; her eyes were rather too far aside, and her chin was rather big. However, what she lacked in good looks she more than made up with other talents. She was a gifted cook, and a fully trained masseuse.

Whilst she made some strong coffee and unpacked the bread, she’d bought at the bakery the previous evening; I went into the study to check my email and attend to a little paperwork.

***

At 7.30 Irma knocked on the Study door to tell me my breakfast was ready. I joined her in the kitchen. The smell of the coffee and freshly warmed pastries greeting my nose with pleasure as I sat down at the table.

As I pulled an almond croissant aside, Irma retrieved a fresh chicken from the fridge and started preparing the stuffing for the Sunday roast. We exchanged a few pleasantries about my visit to the theatre. I was glad that Virginia had not stirred, it gave me the opportunity to talk to Irma about my initial thoughts of my new client and to brief her on what her tasks would be for the day ahead.

Irma seemed irritated when I described Virginia’s behaviour of the previous day and suggested I should leave Virginia to her for a few hours. Irma had a strong dominant streak in her and was particularly adept with the cane…

I told her that would not be necessary for now, but I would bear her in mind if Virginia became particularly difficult.

By 8am, my breakfast complete, I was reclining in a steaming bath, and Irma was on her way upstairs to wake Virginia. Her task was to tell her to wash, dress and breakfast so as to be ready in the lounge to begin our next session at 9 am.

***

Virginia was inevitably late. This time by six minutes, but late no less.

I sat waiting, updating my notes and formulating the plans I had for Virginia in the hours ahead.

Irma had earlier slipped in to see me; Virginia was eating her fruit and yoghurt. She wanted to report on how things had gone.

“Madam, I feel I must tell you that my initial impressions of this young woman are not good,” she said with a clipped tone.

“I found her fast asleep with no night clothes on, and clear evidence that she had been smoking Cannabis last night,” she exclaimed. “I think she is also very lazy. I observed her washing in your bathroom using the CCTV and she was as I think you say – slipdash at best and careless at worst.”

“I think you mean slapdash Irma, but it doesn’t matter, I know what you meant”

“She hardly cleaned herself at all and made no effort to empty her bowels Madam!” Irma’s offence to this failure to maintain a strict regimen seemed disproportionate….

“I see Irma, I see,” I said soothingly. “Well, I’m sure if she does move in properly for a couple of weeks, you’ll be able to educate her in the benefits of a proper routine. You will take responsibility for her wellbeing…”

“Yes Madam, very good Madam, I will enjoy that very much and I will of course do my best for you!!”

“I know you will Irma, you always do. That is why you are such a great member of the team.”

“Thank you, Madam,” she said rather bashfully, and I detected a modest blush come to her cheeks in response to the approbation.

“I will go and get the woman now Madam, she is late,” and with an almost military turn of the heel she was gone….

***

Virginia sat down in the sofa opposite mine, the low oak coffee table between us.

She was in jeans, a black ribbed vest and the grey cardigan I’d seen the night before.

“So, Virginia, I hope you slept well?”

“S’pose…” her voice petulant. She was clearly unhappy at such an early begin on a Sunday.

“And did Irma provide you with an adequate breakfast?”

“Yeah, it were alright,”

“Was surely Virginia? Please speak properly.”

“You knew what I meant, stop being so bloody exacting.”

“Language. Do you want another punishment already?”

“You’re a perve you are. Talking about punishments again. Didn’t you get your kicks last night? I want to go home.”

“Virginia stop it, stop it,” I said raising my voice.

She stopped and sat sullenly, picking at her nails.

“Right, let’s start again. I’m going to tell you what I want to accomplish today. I don’t expect you to agree or even comment but I want it to be clear where I see the end point is. If we get there, you’ll be taken home tonight. If we don’t then at the very worst, you’ll be home by tomorrow lunchtime. OK?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think, Lavinia is paying you, so you’ll do what she says innit?”

“That’s not wholly true. I’m primarily doing this for you. It’s true that your sister is paying the fees, but she’s really worried about you, you need to help me here Virginia.

Today, I want to understand what your problems are. If you tell me then I may be able to help you.”

“So why threaten to punish me then?”

“Everything you’ve told me about your relationship with Patty indicates that you like people exerting their authority over you. That’s right isn’t it.”

“Well yes, Patty took care of me. She knew what was right for me. I felt secure, and I enjoyed it when she told me what to do.”

“Like the piercings?”

“Yes, I got off on that big time. She loved ’em and that one in my clit is great. you should get one ‘cos I bet you haven’t got one. You’re too fucking stuck up.

“Language!” I didn’t respond to the taunt.

“And what about when she humiliated you in front of other people?”

“We used to laugh so much at all those boring staid people being shocked because I’d peed my pants. It was embarrassing when it was happening but so funny to look back on.”

“And when did you do that?”

“Afterwards In bed of course. We used to have the hottest sex when I was filthy dirty.”

“I see.”

“No, you don’t, you haven’t got a clue what it’s like to be so in love.”

“But your treatment of that love was to fall into debt to the point that you couldn’t pay it back.”

“That was the drugs. Patty got me on drugs, and I stopped writing. My brain got messed.”

“Yes, I’m glad you mentioned drugs. I’ve been told you smoked Cannabis in your room last night.”

“So, what.”

“So that’s actually against the law and the rules of this house.”

“Oh my, so hoity toity aren’t you?

“You are heading for a come down Virginia.”

“Who cares.”

The next step was now clear to me, I needed to shake things up, so I pressed the small call button on the wall by the side of the sofa.

“OK so we’ve established that you like being submissive to someone else. Today, you will be doing exactly what I say. The only difference is that we’re not in a relationship like you were with Patty.”

“You’re definitely a perve.”

“Virginia enough. Every time you are abusive, use bad language and generally not cooperative, you will spend half an hour with Irma who will bring you to your senses. Do you understand?”

“She’s a Dyke if ever I saw one,” and right on cue Irma knocked on the door.

“Come in Irma.”

Irma walked to the side of Virginia and stood looking down on her.

“Half an hour, Irma, as we agreed.”

“What’s going on?” Virginia asked, a definite nervousness in her voice.

“What’s going on is that we’re going to take a break for a little while. Irma will be taking you upstairs and giving you something to think about. When you come back down, I expect you to be better behaved.”

Irma did not wait for my signal. She leant over, picked Virginia up, tossed her over her shoulder and left the room.

Between the shrieks and profanities “Put me down you ugly cow…” was the last I heard as Irma closed the door.

I decided to have a cup of tea.

***

Whilst I could have gone upstairs and watched Virginia being secured in the shower stall, and the subsequent paddling of her thighs and bottom I chose not to.

Having made my tea, I went to my computer and switch the surveillance cameras on to watch what Irma was up to.

Virginia was standing in the shower stall, naked. The jets of no doubt cold water were playing on her from all sides. She was screeching and shivering under the water. Her small nipples were beautifully erect from the cold water the gold bar of the pierced one clearly visible. Her skin was covered in goose bumps, but she really was a beauty even in this state. Irma reached in and killed the water and thrust a towel at the bedraggled Virginia. As she emerged from the stall and turned her back to the camera her bottom and thighs came into view. They were crimson red; a lovely even crimson red. Irma had not spared Virginia from the full attentions of the paddle but not bruised them either.

Virginia stood drying herself clearly still in some distress from her beating. Snot was dripping out of her nose and even after she dried her face the tears continued to run down her cheeks.

Holding them between her thumb and index finger, as if they were contaminated, Irma held out Virginia’s panties. Virginia snatched them and pulled them on quickly.

“Dry yourself properly,” bellowed Irma. “Do you want a yeast infection too?”

Virginia stopped pulling at the panties, which were now just above her knees, her pelt of chestnut fur still glistening with water drops. She picked up the towel and gently patted dry her bottom and thighs.

Irma looked on impatiently and when she had had enough of Virginia dallying about, she wrenched the towel out of her hands, picked Virginia up and positioned her on her lap legs akimbo on the edge of the bidet.

“I will dry your genitals,” she said firmly and proceeded to rub the towel vigorously through Virginia’s pubes and down between her legs. I momentarily worried that Irma had forgotten all the piercings, but she applied the right amount of force to be rewarded with a

“Ow that’s hurting me you slag…” without doing any damage.

“There is too much hair here. I will enjoy removing it if I am told to,” she retorted.

“I don’t want it removed. You’re a witch and a dyke you are,” Virginia squealed loudly. “Leave me alone, I’m not a baby, I’ll do as I like,” and she wriggled free of Irma’s clutches, yanked her panties up and grabbed her jeans.

“You will regret those words young lady, and if I have any say in it before this day is done,”

***

I decided a change of venue for the next phase of the interview was appropriate.

I went into the garden room which was bathed in morning sunshine. I pulled my grandmother’s oak commode into the centre of the room, put a small table in front of it, and then manoeuvred the rattan sofa to face it and awaited their return.

Virginia was silent when Irma dumped her on the oak commode and secured her arms and legs with the leather straps. Virginia looked sullen. Her hair had not been dried, just roughly combed off her face. The cardigan had been discarded and the black ribbed vest clung tightly to her small breasts. They had just enough fullness to fascinate, and I found it hard not to stare at them.

“Thank you, Irma, please carry on with the lunch, won’t you?”

“Yes Madam. I think I will also prepare a tray Madam. Please call me of I am required again.”

“Yes, Irma a tray I think may be required, but nothing too strong at this stage please.”

“Yes, Madam I know exactly what’s needed,” she replied, and left the room.

‘The tray’ was a code we sometimes used with difficult clients. Irma was a lifelong believer in the use of enemas to bring wayward clients into line and had a cupboard full of ingredients in the kitchen. Virginia, unless she started to behave, was very likely to experience one of Irma’s treatments.

I waited for a few moments before starting again, Virginia muttered to herself about Irma’s rough treatment but resisted saying anything out loud.

“Now where were we? Ah yes, I want you to tell me what the problems are Virginia? Why are you happy to live in squalor in a hovel in Watford and let your career go to waste?”

“I’m happy where I’m living and it’s not a hovel.”

“So why don’t you keep it tidy?”

“No one comes to visit.”

I decided to change tactics slightly. “What are you doing for income?”

“I get by.”

“But if you went back to writing you could more than get by. From what I’ve read and been told, you’re very talented.”

“Maybe, but you can’t just switch it on or off. I can only write when I’m in the right mental place.”

“Are you still doing drugs?”

“No, apart from the odd spliff. Can’t afford it.”

“So, what are you doing for money.”

Virginia paused. She was clearly thinking about whether to open up.

“I do a bit of internet stuff.”

“What sort of internet stuff? Buying and selling.”

“Selling.”

“What…”

“Things.”

“Stop being so evasive Virginia what are you selling on the net?”

She looked around the room, taking in the pictures on the far wall and the view behind me out into the garden. Suddenly the penny dropped.

“Its video isn’t it, Virginia. You’re doing videos, aren’t you?”

She looked up at me and I detected that her cheeks had coloured slightly.

“There’s nothing illegal in them. They’re just a bit of fun.”

“But they’re explicit, aren’t they?”

“Occasionally.”

“Right tell me the name of the site and your sign in details.”

“None of your business.”

“Tell me the details.”

“No.”

“I’m warning you Virginia.”

“Fuck off.”

“Pardon?”

“I said Fuck off.”

“I’ve warned you about your language Virginia. It’s not acceptable.”

“Don’t care. Let me out of this fucking chair, I want to go home.”

“That I’m afraid is not possible.”

“You’re a Perve and she’s a Slag.”

“Stop it.”

And she screamed – “No I fucking won’t….”

I didn’t need to reach for the call button. There was a knock at the door and before I had the chance to answer Irma rushed in. She was carrying a large wooden tray which she sat down on the table between Virginia and me.

“Do you require some assistance Madam?”

“Yes, I think so Irma. Virginia seems to be reluctant to tell me her login details for a porn site she’s been selling videos of herself on, perhaps a little something to loosen her tongue?”

“Yes Madam, a pleasure Madam.”

For all Virginia’s worldliness she seemed puzzled by the items that Irma had set down in front of her and her outbursts stopped.

There were five items on the tray. Each looked reasonably innocuous.

A leather strapped balled gag was folded in such a way that the ball was hidden, and it looked like a belt. There were then three syringes. Two smaller plastic ones and one large glass one. Each was charged with liquid. One of the smaller syringes had a yellow-coloured fluid, the others clear. The final item was what appeared to be a small pale brown butt plug.

“What’s going on?” Virginia said nervously.

“Irma’s going to give you something to jog your memory.”

“Don’t need no injections.”

“We’ll be the judge of that Virginia. You may start Irma.”

Irma in a flash picked up the ball gag, made her way behind the chair, leaned forward and pinched Virginia’s nose tight shut between her fingers. Then, when Virginia opened her mouth to breathe, she forced the ball gag into her mouth. The straps went round her head and were secured. It happened so quickly Virginia had no chance to avert it.

Virginia squealed the best she could, but the ball gag had done what was required.

Irma then undid the arm and leg straps stood Virginia up, turned her round and positioned her back on the commode so she was kneeling on the seat with her back to me. The wrist straps were refastened before Irma roughly undid Virginia’s jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Her white bikini panties clung to her ripe behind…

Virginia starting to realise her fate screamed as best she could into the ball gag, but it sounded more like whimpers.

“Would Madam like to lower her Hoschen?”

“Yes, thank you Irma.”

I stood up and drew up close. There was an immense temptation to spank the full curves of the insolent young Virginia, but I resisted. Instead, I very slowly pulled down the rather tired looking knickers and then gently caressed her buttocks.

“You have left me no choice Virginia. I had hoped you would become more cooperative, after your paddling from Irma, but if anything, that seems to have stiffened your resolve. What Irma is going to do now is to administer a small enema into your rectum. It won’t hurt, but what it will do is give you something else to think about. If you had attended to your bodily functions when you got up this morning, this enema would be uncomfortable but not that difficult to deal with. As you did not, it will be more challenging. You may proceed Irma.”

Victoria squealed lengthily into the gag. It was a most arousing sound…

Irma picked up the small syringe containing the clear liquid. I knelt down in front of Virginia’s back side and prised her cheeks aside.

Deep inside her cleft she had the most thrilling pucker. It was purple, quite pronounced and surrounded by rich tufts of almost black hair. I licked one of my fingers and caressed the opening to moisten it, the golden rings in her labia were just visible in the shadows of her folds…

Irma, with no regard to gentleness, positioned the syringe and forced it inside Virginia’s anus. Not just the tip, but the body of the 20-millilitre syringe too. She then pushed the plunger home…

Virginia moaned, a long low guttural moan, and went limp.

“And the fig Madam?”

“Not quite yet Irma, let’s see what happens. By the way I think you should remove all that hair round her anus as soon as possible. Nothing else, just the hair in her bottom,”

“Yes, Madam that will be a pleasure. I will use the epilator.”

“That’s a bit fierce isn’t it, Irma?”

“Exactly Madam.”

Irma removed the syringe, pulled up Virginia’s panties and jeans and then repositioned her on the chair but this time with the commode open. After refastening her arms and legs once more she fetched a large clear plastic container and positioned it underneath the commode hole.

Virginia sat limply wondering what was gonna happen next.

“Thank you, Irma.”

“The pleasure was mine Madam. By the way Madam, I was tidying her room earlier and found these.”

She produced from her pocket the grey panties that Virginia had been wearing the previous day and placed them on the table between us the gusset lewdly exposed. The front of the gusset was coated with thick white grool and the back with two dark brown skid marks…

.

Virginia squealed once more.

“You may remove the gag,” I said, and Irma obliged.

“So, Virginia, are you going to tell me what I want to know?”

“Fuck off – you’re a pair of perverts you are, I’m going to the Police when I get out of here.”

“I fear that they won’t be very interested, after all you signed the release clauses agreeing to whatever treatments that are required.”

.

“I…” and realising I was probably right she fell silent.

“Was that the Japanese recipe Irma?”

“Yes Madam.”

“In which case whilst I’m waiting would you mind making some tea, and a glass of water for Virginia?”

“Of course, Madam.”

***

Irma had never shared with me either the ingredients or the concentrations of what she had dubbed the Japanese recipe. What was most helpful with it was both the speed with which it acted and its ultimate efficacy.