Reading Notes:

1. This is the sixth chapter written in collaboration with Sissy Simon(e), who was owned by my late friend, Nicola. It is published in her memory.

2. The events described in this chapter occur roughly ten years before the events in chapter five. They include cuckolding, enforced chastity, BDSM, sexual denial, submission Incest and smoking.

3. All characters are fictitious, aged over 18, and all activities described are consensual.

The newly qualified Dr Mary Walters looked at her mother, Dr Sara Walters, smiled and asked,

“Are you ready? You’re a quarter of an hour late already!”

Sara looked radiant, thought her daughter. She was so happy for her mother, who, she knew, had sacrificed a great deal so that she, Mary, could achieve her ambition, and follow in her mother’s footsteps by becoming a doctor.

“Yes, of course I’m ready,” replied Sara. “Do I look alright? Will I do, do you think?”

“You look beautiful, mam” Mary confirmed, closing up to her mother’s side, and offering Sara her arm. As they walked arm-in-arm towards the double doors that would take them into the ceremonial room, the voice of the celebrant could be heard.

“Would the guests please stand.”

Sara and Mary walked slowly down the aisle between the rows of chairs where friends, colleagues and well-wishing neighbours had, until a few seconds ago, been seated. They reached the allotted place, and Mary let her mother’s arm go, smiled at her and took a step to her left, leaving Sara standing next to Paul, the man she was about to marry.

The celebrant smiled at the couple standing in front of her. She addressed the guests.

“Please be seated,” she said in her calm, confident voice.

She waited for the scraping of chairs, the coughing and the shuffling to stop before continuing,

“Thank you. Now, as you know, we are all gathered here to celebrate Sara and Paul’s wedding. They have chosen this local country house to exchange their promises to one another, in front of Mary, Sara’s daughter, who accompanied her mother up the aisle, and Julian, Paul’s best man, and all of you, family, friends and colleagues. And I can see that there are a number of Dr Walters’ patients here too. You are all welcome!”

When Sara looked back on this day, she recalled how quickly everything had gone. One minute she was being given away by her daughter, the next, she was walking back down the aisle with her new husband. These recollections always brought a smile to her face. If the celebrant who had just married them, and Mary, who had given her away, and any of the guests seated in the room knew exactly what had just taken place, Sara would have been shocked, because no-one in the room, with the exception of the bride, the groom and the best man knew the true situation.

Some seven years earlier, Sara had waved her only daughter off from the train station as Mary had left Cwm Pechod to start her medical training in Cardiff. Mary’s father had divorced Sara when she was still pregnant, and Sara had returned to her home village from London, given birth to her daughter, and spent the next eighteen years as a single parent. She had re-trained as General Practitioner, got a job in the village medical practice and concentrated on bringing Mary up so that she could achieve whatever it was she decided to do.

Now Mary was off her hands. Sara decided that it was time for her to see to her own needs. She was conversant with the internet, and had, for years, been surfing Porn to help with her masturbatory fantasies. She knew there were Fetish dating sites to exploit, and she joined two or three to give herself the best chance of meeting the right person.

One site she left almost immediately. It seemed to have members who consisted solely of liars, fantasists and bullshitters. The other two were more promising, and as she got better at interacting in the various chat rooms on both sites, Sara’s confidence and experience developed too.

Sara knew exactly what she was looking for. She wanted a male submissive, one who liked extreme pain. If he enjoyed humiliation as well, so much the better. Given her position in her community, utter discretion was a must. She was willing to consider any fetishes that someone who suited her held. She would also consider Sex, but on her terms, obviously. She listed her requirements on both sites, and settled down to wait for any takers.

At first, she was inundated with requests for friendship, which would allow her potential partners wider access to her account. She didn’t yet realise that most new female members on Fetish dating sites were targeted by almost all male members. She spent a long time accepting requests, reading about her new “friend” and then considerably less time un-friending and blocking him, because of his inability to adhere to her stringent rules. Eventually, the torrent of requests slowed to a trickle.

Sara persisted, not willing to change or to compromise. Then one evening she was checking her mail before bed and a reply caught her eye. She read it twice, to make sure she hadn’t made a mistake. Then she logged into the chat room to check if her correspondent was logged on. Yes he was! Sara pinged a message to him.

They began a conversation that, to Sara’s mind at least, was promising. After a few minutes of gentle sounding out questions, the submissive on the other end of the internet connection asked if Sara would be prepared to turn her camera on. To show good faith, he did so first, forcing Sara to admit that her PC didn’t have a camera.

Given the experiences she’d had with liars and fakes, Sara suspected that her would-be sub would suspect her of being a bullshitter. She apologised, and promised to get a camera set up by the next time they chatted.

To her surprise, the man down the other end of her fibre broadband accepted her explanation, and assured her that she had nothing to apologise for. Sara was mightily impressed, and promised herself that she would purchase a camera so that her potential sub could see what he was getting into.

She was as good as her word, and after a rather faltering introductory face-to-face meeting on the internet, everything began to look extremely promising from Sara’s point of view.

Keith was single, a solicitor in a small family firm, lived in his own house, and was, he assured Sara, both submissive and obedient. He had had one long term relationship with a married, dominant woman, but when her husband discovered her “side-line” as he called it, the relationship had ended. Since that time, Keith paid pro-Dommes to dominate and punish him, but it was ultimately unsatisfactory, and he longed for a regular commitment with a strict woman again.

Sara found herself falling into that role easily. She gave Keith tasks to do when they chatted, she began to insist that he be naked whenever they spoke on-line, and once she made him masturbate whilst wearing a condom and when he had cum, she made him empty the contents into his mouth and swallow it.

Keith was very obedient; he had a fairly slight body, with no excess fat. His hair was always combed neatly and he spoke quietly and respectfully.

Eventually, Sara felt that if this on-line relationship was going to go anywhere, they would have to meet. She suggested it when they next spoke, and Keith agreed that they needed to see whether or not they really could have a relationship, and that the only way that was possible was to meet.

Sara had been totally honest with him. She had told him that she was a general practitioner, and that weekends were the only time that she would be able to travel. As Keith lived in north Wales, and Sara in the south Wales valleys, they agreed to meet half way between their respective homes, and Aberystwyth was the chosen venue.

It suited them both, being a University town, full of students from all over the place, and far enough away from where either of them lived for them both to be anonymous. Keith did some research, found a cafe in a very public place, and suggested that they meet for a mid-day coffee and a chat.

Sara reviewed the arrangements, and quickly agreed to them. Their first meeting was arranged for the coming weekend, and both of them went to their respective bed full of excitement and anticipation.

When the weather is fine, Aberystwyth is a glorious place for the visitor, and that Saturday dawned bright and sunny. Sara was up early, showered, breakfasted and on her way in good time, dressed in a smart two piece dark suit, which she considered suitable for her new role as a Dominant.

She arrived in Aber about half an hour before the appointed time. She drove around the town, spotted the cafe where the rendezvous was to take place, and went in search of a car park. She was pleased to see that a few tables and chairs had been set up outside. It would be good to introduce herself out of doors, she thought, because what she and Keith had to discuss was probably better done in the open air, where their low conversation would be swallowed up by the general coming and going on the busy street. She was sure that neither she nor Keith wanted eavesdroppers to overhear what they intended to discuss!

The sun on her back as she strolled in the direction of the cafe made her feel that everything was going just to plan. This was going to be a good day; she could feel it in her bones.

As she approached the meeting place, she scanned the customers already seated outside. A group of what looked like students appeared to be drinking coffee in an attempt to get over last night’s alcohol excess. Two elderly ladies were sitting near them, shopping bags overflowing, getting their breath back after a visit to the local supermarket. And there, away from both groups sat a single man that Sara could see was Keith. She approved of his choice of table. It was close to the pavement edge, and the steady flow of traffic going past would mean they could talk undisturbed and without being overheard. She arranged her face into what she thought of as a suitable neutral expression, and walked up to meet her potential submissive.

Keith got to his feet as Sara approached. He pulled a chair out for her and waited until she was seated before resuming his own seat.

“Good afternoon, Ms Sara,” he began in a respectful tone.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet. May I get you a coffee, or perhaps you would prefer tea?”

“Coffee will be fine, thank you,” replied Sara. “I’ll have a flat white, no sugar.”

As he hurried away to place her order, Sara was aware of the thrill that having her instructions obeyed without question gave her. She realised that the heat emanating from between her thighs had nothing to do with the glorious spring weather.

Keith returned, carrying Sara’s coffee, which he placed in front of her. He stood by his chair, and Sara realised that he was waiting for permission to sit back down. She sipped her coffee, appreciating the strong caffeine hit that always came with the first mouthful, and replaced her cup on the saucer.

“You may be seated,” she said softly.

They began to talk about what it was that they required from any relationship that they might begin. Although they had had similar conversations over the internet, doing so face-to-face made it seem a lot more real and achievable.

Sara encouraged Keith to reveal exactly what it was that he was looking for.

“I’ve had a Mistress previously,” he began in a low, but confident voice. “I knew she was married, but that was irrelevant to me. I needed, still need, in fact, to be spanked regularly. Mistress Eileen was able to provide that. She loved to spank me and send me home sore and very frustrated. I never was allowed relief in her presence, but as soon as I got home, I’d masturbate.”

“When her husband found out about me, he threatened to divorce her, so she decided to let me go. I have been looking for something similar ever since.”

“You mentioned paying professional Dommes,” Sara reminded him. “Why don’t you just continue to go to them? I’m sure they have a lot more time, experience and equipment than I do!”

“I am a true submissive, Ms Sara,” he replied proudly. “Pain is what turns me on. I loved the fact that when I was with Mistress Eileen, I had no control whatsoever. She could choose to handspank me, cane me, use her slipper or a strap to beat me, and I accepted her choice of instrument of correction.”

“When I pay to be beaten, I am always asked what I want. That seems to give the power to me. I don’t want to list things like ‘Please warm me up with a handspanking, then give me thirty strokes of the cane to get me hard, then beat my erection with a strap until I cum’ “

Sara listened, fascinated. This was a real masochist! She decided there and then to give him a try anyway. Her thoughts were interrupted as Keith continued.

“If I may be permitted to say exactly what I’m looking for, then you can judge if I am worthy of your consideration. Like you, I am a professional, so discretion is vital and non-negotiable. I adore public humiliation, but with that comes the risk of my being outed, so I would need that to happen in a safe environment, such as a Fetish club in a location where I am not known.”

“I adore pain. I need pain. The harsher and more extreme, the better. And it has to be on a regular basis. It has been four months since you first messaged me. In that time, I have not been punished once, although I am bound to confess that after every one of our conversations, I have masturbated to completion each time.”

“Even after I made you cum in a condom, and swallow your own cum?” Sara interrupted.

“Even then,” he confirmed, “and it took a long time and was very sore. It was heavenly!” he recalled, with a dreamy look on his face.

He must have realised that he was wandering off task, because he blushed, apologised and asked if he should continue.

“Please do,” replied Sara, “your revelations are fascinating. I am even more interested in you now than I was the last time we spoke.”

Keith blushed with pleasure.

“I am not a natural optimist,” he continued.

“You live in one half of the country, I live in the other half. We are both professional people, with full-on jobs, so meetings would have to planned well in advance, and would only be practical at weekends. Obviously, I wouldn’t dream of speaking for you, but this is how I see the situation at the moment.”

“Your assessment of our current dilemma is both accurate and highly frustrating,” smiled Sara, nodding at him to continue.

“I feel a genuine connection to you,” Keith looked Sara directly in the eye as he spoke these words.

“The way you have controlled me from afar, your quiet determination, your clear instructions are all points which make me want to kneel at your feet, debase myself and allow you to train me to become the submissive that you want.”

“As much as this initial meeting is thrilling for me, I fear that it will end either in frustration for us both, or, even worse, with you deciding that the logistics of taking me on as your sub are too complicated. I would hate for that to happen.”

The effort of making this confession had brought beads of sweat out on Keith’s forehead, and his face was bright red in embarrassment.

“I have set something in motion that you may well think is presumptuous of me,” he continued, “and you may well decide that I have acted out of character, and taken a decision that is not mine to take. However, I felt that desperate times needed desperate measures.”

He faltered, and looked at Sara again.

“For fuck’s sake!” hissed Sara. “What have you done? I warn you, if it is anything illegal, I shall leave you here right now, and you will never see or hear from me again!”

“I beg your pardon, Ms Sara. What I have done is neither illegal nor definite. Yet.” he added in a strong voice.

“There is a firm of solicitors in Pont-y-dar, which as you know is at the bottom of your valley in Cwm Pechod. It is run by a very old man, with one other solicitor, and they are struggling to keep up with their workload. They have advertised for another solicitor to join their firm. I have applied for that position, and I have an interview this coming Monday!”

As a family doctor, Sara was used to being given information by her patients which required quick assessment, and a swift decision. This, she thought to herself, was not such a different scenario.

Smiling at Keith, she pushed her chair back and stood up. He looked aghast, and jumped to his feet too, knocking his chair over as he did so, and attracting gales of laughter from the group of hung-over students, and a look of annoyance from the young waitress, who was busy clearing tables.

“Lunch, I think,” smiled Sara. “This scenario has possibilities. Find us somewhere to have a decent meal, where we can continue this conversation. I have something in mind that might just work, and could be an excellent test if your suitability.”

“I’m going to pee. By the time I get back, I expect you to have found a suitable venue for our mid-day meal!”

She turned and walked away, hearing Keith ask the waitress, who had arrived to pick up his chair and to ask if there was any problem. whether or not she could recommend a suitable hotel or restaurant for lunch.

Sara didn’t need to pee, but she went to the Ladies anyway. She sat on the toilet and touching herself, she shuddered with pleasure. Her cunt was wet, and her clit throbbed. She had been so turned on by Keith’s evaluation and possible solution. She knew that if she stayed here much longer, she’d have to wank. She decided to be a little bit more self-disciplined, and anyway, she thought to herself, if her plan came to fruition, she’d be getting more than a single Orgasm from a hurried wank in the Ladies toilet in a cafe in Aberystwyth!

Sara returned to the pavement cafe, passing the young waitress on her way back. She was aware that the young girl looked at her in a strange way. Keith was standing by their table, looking pleased with himself.

“Well?” queried Sara.

“It seems that there is an hotel in Aberystwyth, run by what that waitress described as ‘a kinky bitch and her husband’ just about five minutes away. It seems to be the place to continue our conversation.”

As they walked to the hotel, Sara questioned Keith.

“How the hell did that young girl happen to mention kinky bitches?” she asked.

“What in god’s name did you tell her?”

“Only that I was looking for a discrete place to take a Lady for lunch,” replied Keith, “although I also slipped in the fact that I was trying to impress you, because I wanted to be taken on by you.”

“She didn’t bat an eyelid,” he continued. “She just looked me up and down and muttered something about ‘bloody perverts’ roaming the streets of Aber in broad day-light!”

They rounded a corner, and Keith pointed ahead.

“There it is,” he said excitedly. “The Hotel Hendy”.

There were three steps up to the hotel, and a revolving door by which to enter. Keith allowed Sara to enter the door first, and he followed her in.

A beautifully coiffured and manicured middle-aged woman looked up as they approached. She smiled and addressed Sara.

“Good afternoon, madam,” she began. “May I help you?”

“I hope so,” replied Sara. She fluttered her fingers in Keith’s general direction.

“My… um… well, him. He was speaking to a young waitress down near the sea front about a discrete establishment where a Lady might bring someone to discuss a delicate matter over lunch. She suggested I bring him here.”

“That would be my daughter ” the receptionist smiled. “She’s in training, and is doing quite well. She took part in her first punishment session last week. I think her father’s arse still bears the bruises she gave him with her paddle!”

“Now, you’ll be requiring a private dining room? Yes, I thought so. Well, you’re in luck. We have a private function here tonight for the local Fem-Domme group, so I’m afraid you won’t be able to use our normal room.”