Chapter 1 - Randy as ever

 

"Hello love, you are not from around here, are you?" I asked the rather attractive female at the bar.

"And you are not very observant, my husband is sat over there, watching. He will be impressed that I can still attract, a desperate male," she replied.

"Enjoy your evening; you can't blame someone for trying, can you?" I asked her.

"You give up very easily," she commented.

"I know the skinny guy, and he is ex-special services, so not to be tangled with, and the other bloke is muscle bound, and probably an ex-boxer, or a bouncer at a night club, so again not to be tangled with. The third bloke from over there has left, he didn't seem that happy. The ex-services bloke is in a relationship with another bloke, they are nice and friendly. The bruiser is not your type, your panties would not, fit him, he must have left his alter ego at home tonight, Nancy.

As for me, well as you have just learned, this is not a normal bar, homosexuals, transgender, cross dressers, and sub missives usually come here for a chat with likeminded people. The barman, well his alto ego is Alice. Now, I am very interested, is that a cock between your legs, if so, I am not interested, but if it is a cock whip, then, can I buy you a drink?" I asked her.

"Really, Nancy?" She asked, turning around to look.

"No, but the husband routine didn't work, so good night, it has been fun," I said, and made to leave.

"What, without buying me a drink? You intrigue me; do you know anybody, in the bar?" She asked me.

"Yes, the skinny bloke, he is ex-special services, and here is his husband. The barman, I lied, his alter ego is Julie. But it is, as I said, mainly frequented by, kinky people, which leaves you. A dominatrix, or a lost soul, who wandered into a bar not knowing that it was a kinky bar for sexual fun, and games?" I asked her.

"What if I were to say that I am lesbian, so at home, here, and waiting for my partner?" she asked.

"Then we are back to good bye, and enjoy your evening," I said.

"But what about the other choice you offered, being a dominatrix, then what? Do I spank your naughty bottom, for you?" She asked.

"I might enjoy that, Julie, whatever the female beside me is drinking, please, and one for me," I said.

"Oh, hum, I am all yours, tonight," he said effeminately, "It is very quiet in here, there is a gay parade on, locally, and they are all there, Julian. Who is your friend, not that I, am interested," he said, not nastily.

"Obviously Julie, and apparently, she isn't interested, in the only straight bloke, in the place. By the way, who is the bruiser over there?" I asked him.

"Oh him, yes, odd ball he is; I mean have you seen the size of him, and he is waiting for a woman to help him, convert to, a female, Transgender, I mean all those scars, and cauliflower ears, and he expects to look feminine, not much chance, is there?" he said.

"Oh, I don't know, plastic surgery can work wonders," I said and turned to the female next to me, "You have yet to answer my question, a lost soul, or perhaps the person he is waiting for, or a dominatrix?" I asked her, reminding her of the question.

"You like to cover all bases, don't you, well I am not the woman he is waiting for, and he seems to have been stood up," she said.

"Not yet, she has just arrived," I said, as a woman came rushing in, looking flustered.

"You got that one right. Neither am I, a lesbian; that limits your choices. I will now throw the joker into the mix, how about a prostitute on a mission, and out to covert males who, have shall we say, strayed from the norm?" she asked me.

"With a chest like that, dearie, I am sure many would be converted, but not me. Hum, I have a good partner, and enjoy my sexuality," Julie said, laughed, and went to serve another customer.

"I think you are a lost soul, and wandered into the bar by, mistake," I said.

"Really, you actually believe that I wandered into the bar by, mistake. When the sign says that all, are welcome, even, straight people? Are you trying to tell me that everyone in here is, kinky?" She asked me.

"There is one person I am not sure about, but more or less, yes, they are," I said.

"The truth, I am a private investigator, and here looking for a person of interest. She told me that you might be, here; she wants the matching set of bra, panties, and suspender belt, back. You do still have them, don't you?" She asked me.

"The red, or the blue set?" I asked.

"The set where she hid the diamonds, to get them through customs, you can keep your half share, she just wants her half. She did tell me that I can use persuasion, but to avoid the cane, you seemed to like that. Being a dominatrix in my spare time, helps, when persuasion, is required. Do we leave in handcuffs, or will you escort me as if we are now, a couple?" She asked.

"What's in it for me?" I asked.

"Your half of the diamonds, and I need a secretary, erm housekeeper, and you need, a job. The contract of employment will have to be rewritten, to include corporal punishment, if you fail, but a normal contract, otherwise.

She suggested six months unpaid work, but kept, it is that or the police; you did steal them, didn't you? If not from the dealer, form your, ex-wife?" She asked me.

"I doubt the police; she would be in trouble for smuggling them in. So, the police, are not a threat. Try again?" I said.

"Do you agree to the punishment, for taking them?" She asked me.

"Yes, I do, if you can get me to confess, to it. Then I agree, by the way, you will also need to get me home, to find them, and although this is an odd bar, shall we say? They do object to using the cane on a bare backside in the bar.

So, how are you going to get the confession? Apart from that, I am willing, and consent to being taken, and forced to work, for you. I also give you permission to use the cane on me, and any other implement to get me to do, as told. Good luck," I said, and turned to have a sip of my drink.

"Julian, can we have two more drinks, please," she ordered.

"Excuse me, I'll get those," I said, and went to the toilet.

"Oh, look at the time, come on drink up, or I'll miss my program, can you down it in one, come on, it is a short," she encouraged me as she drank hers in one gulp. Not to be beaten by a female, I followed her, and then went weak at the knees, a few seconds later. I gripped the bar rail, and blinked, she leaned in to me.

"Silly boy, when you knew I wanted you out of here, to leave your drink, unattended. They will think you have had one or two, too many, that is all. Now lean on me, come on, as I almost carry you, out.

Bye Julian, I will make sure he gets home, how many has he had, before I came in?" She asked the barman.

"He came in after lunch, and he has had quite a few, can you manage him?" Julian asked her.

"Yes, he is a light weight, is this a regular thing, with him?" She asked.

"No, to be honest this is the first time; he can drink quite a few, but he always leaves under his own steam, and not wobbly, are you sure?" he asked.

She said that she was, and said good bye.

Now I was held by the demon that was out to take our ill-gotten gains away from me, for a fee, my ex-wife, was paying her. She did struggle, I did my best to make sure she did, but that whatever it was she put in my drink, it was very good. I was weak, wobbly, unsteady, and incapable. It made sure I couldn't fight her, yet I was able to help her get me to her car, which I did, yet I tried not to, odd.

When we reached her car in the car park to the pub, she propped me up against the side of the car, and opened the rear door, and pushed me inside. She took my hands, and put cuffs on them behind my back, and shackles on my ankles, then rolled me off the seat onto the floor, and put a blanket over me.

I lay there uncomfortably, until we arrived at my house, where she put her car in my garage, which was integral to the house, and got out. She closed the garage doors, and carried me, into the house.

"I agree with your wife, she said it was a nice house, and it is, and the settee looks very comfortable, but for you, it will be the floor. She is not jealous, she got what she wanted, and left you enough to live comfortably, as well, so it was a good split, apart from, the diamonds. The drug will wear off in about an hour, so what shall I watch on the cinema screen you have, it looks very big, while you recover?" she asked, in an offhand way.

Now that we were not in public, she got hold of my shoulders, and dragged me from the car to the lounge, and dumped me on the floor, putting me in the recovery position.

I saw her rub her clit, take her panties off, and then she opened my mouth, and stuffed them in. She undid my flies, and fitted a catheter, and then sat down, turned the television on, with my back to it, and sat down on my settee, to watch, the grand prix.

The bitch, I wanted to watch that, but she had me with my back to it, and then rested her feet on my side as well that, was too much, just wait until I recovered.

"I should have arrived earlier, the effects are worse when taken with alcohol, it might take longer for it to wear off, don't worry, I am happy watching the grand prix. That dammed car of mine needs exchanging, but I just do not have the time, I am so busy being an Investigator, with extras.

Did you know a woman cheated, can be a nasty bitch, really nasty. I have just finished teaching an adulterer; that it isn't nice, to cheat.

His wife persuaded him to take a week's holiday, so that he could spend it, with me. He didn't know it at the time, but it was all arranged, and he did a good job of my cleaning. It took several strokes of the cane to persuade him to clean properly, I mean dusting around the ornaments, indeed.

He did object, but against me he stood no chance, the best part was when I added a ball, to his balls. It was attached to a cage I fitted over his scrotum, now with my riding crop attached, as it were, to his arse, he began to realise that time was of the essence, and he began to work, faster.

All it took was a week under my instruction, and I am sure he knows where his dick belongs, and no-where else. He also knows that if it does enter other, or alien territory; then it will be two weeks under my instruction, and he does not want, that, I can assure, you. Now shush, here we go, wow what a dive that was, did you, oh obviously you didn't, now, now, do not try, and roll over, not until the drugs have worn off, it could make you sick, and you could choke, so stay as I put you.

Thirteenth on the grid is now tenth that, was some drive, he cut the corner, yet stayed on the track, magnificent. I am not interested in the Grand Prix, but your wife said you were, and it would annoy you if I watched it, and you couldn't, that actually is why I turned the sound off, all you will get is my commentary, and I know fuck all, about it.

Excuse me, I need a pee, there now it is switched off, so as not to tempt you to turn over, to watch it," she said, and left me, I did turnover, and she was right, she had turned it off. I began to roll back, but it was just as she came back in, I was still not fully mobile, and it had taken quite a lot out of me, trying to turn.

She came to me, and sat down, putting her feet on me, as she once again watched the Grand Prix, more to annoy me than anything. Because I was not able to see the television, and with the sound turned down so that I could not hear it, but know that it was, the Grand Prix.

As the announcer screeched at a collision, I caught that it was a rooky mistake that had caused the crash, she turned the volume up for that, to add insult, to injury.

"Wow that was fun, wasn't it? I never realised just how good the grand prix was, all that excitement? Now it is our turn, for some excitement, isn't it? Don't worry; the catheter will stop you making a mess on your carpet.

Now I need some answers, I will now check the drawers upstairs to see if I can find the missing bra. First, I will make sure you are comfortable," she told me.

She undid my shirt, and trousers; she pulled my trousers down to my ankles, and then put a rope around my knees, and tied that to the leg of the settee. She then pulled my shirt over my shoulders, and down to my wrists. She put a second set of handcuffs on my arms, above my shirt, and then removed the first set, and pulled my shirt off, and slipped the second set down, and tightened them.

She undid my ankles, and removed my shoes and socks, and my pants, both pairs. She then tied my ankles together again, and to the settee. She tied a rope around the handcuffs, and tied that to the heating pipes, pulling my arms backwards, slightly. Her last job was to replace the gag with a fresh tasty one, and put plasters over my eyes, blindfolding me, and she left me fixed, and unable to get free.

She left me going upstairs, and later came back down, and dumped some things on me; I presumed bras and panties, had she found, my stash?

"Well, well, well, what have we here? I expected to find two sets, but we seem to have quite a selection, six pairs of panties, and six bras, two are sets, but the others are mix and match, nice. Your wife did tell me that the diamonds were well secreted inside the padding of the bra. She also told me that to feel was not enough, you had to know which one, or cut them all open, to find the diamonds. So, what shall we do cut, or question? As for me, I enjoy questioning the suspect, so that is what we will do. I will lay the bras out in a line, and then ask you which one. Be careful, I will use persuasive methods to find, the right bra.

To make it fun, I will ask which one, and name a bra, you will nod or shake your head in answer. If it is not the right one, according to the answer, then I will help you remember, with persuasion," she told me, and got up, setting out the bras in a line, and then sat back down.

She looked down on me, I was sure, she most certainly had me at, her mercy.

She knew the rules of the game, she could hurt me, making me tell her which bra they were supposedly, the imaginary diamonds, were in, but no, permanent injury. It is great, when you have a kinky ex-sister-in-law, who enjoys dominating males. She must do; she does it for a living, her main income was to be as a Private Eye, but it was slow to take off, and she got into, domination, so my ex-wife told me. The divorce was very amicable, the wife got everything, so she thought.

I forgot to mention the quarter million, there about, I won on the euro lottery, which I put in my bank account in France, and then transferred it to an off shore account, in the Isle of Man, just in time to avoid her finding it. Well, she got the house, the car, and the joint bank account, I decided that made us even.