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La Torse de Venus

(Michael's sexual encounters with La Torse de Vénus, a rich QUAD Amputee lady...)

La Torse de Vénus 1

Michael was disturbed at his breakfast by the sound of his doorbell. Rising from the table he crossed the room and opened the door to his flat. A liveried courier stood in the corridor holding a plain white envelope which he handed to Michael saying "I am instructed to wait for your reply, sir." Puzzled, Michael opened the envelope, noting a slight whiff of perfume and withdrew the single folded sheet of paper and read:

Dear Sir,

Your application for an appointment with Madam La torse de Vénus has been approved and you are requested to attend... and there followed a date and time. Please indicate your acceptance or otherwise to the bearer of this letter. You are advised that refusal of this appointment, or failure to attend for any reason will result in any future application being rejected.

The letter was signed on behalf of Mme La torse de Vénus and dated.

His mind whirled and his pulse raced, he was brought back to reality by a polite cough from the courier. "May I have your reply please sir?"

"Yes, er... yes I accept," he stammered, "Where shall I attend?"

"I shall collect you here sir, 45 minutes prior to the appointment time, dress should be smart casual sir. Good day."

With a slight nod the courier left.

Several weeks ago Michael had come across an intriguing advert on a disabled dating site:

"Quad amputee offers discrete services to discerning male clients. Apply in own handwriting with brief CV."

The address was an anonymous box number.

On an impulse Michael had replied, but three weeks had passed without response, and he had felt rather foolish and embarrassed, assuming that the advert was a hoax, and someone somewhere had derived great amusement from his tacit admission that he was a 'devotee', and anxious for an unusual sexual experience. It now appeared however that the advert was genuine, or was he being manipulated to satisfy someone's warped sense of humour? Well, he thought, if he were being taken for a fool he was quite capable of teaching whoever it was a lesson if he ever met them.

His doorbell rang at the appointed time, and Michael opened it to find the same liveried courier as before. "If you are ready sir, I have the car outside."

Michael followed him to a large limousine with curtained rear windows. The driver held open the door and ushered him inside. A curtained screen separated him from the driver, and he quickly discovered that all were fixed, thus preventing any view outside the rear of the car.

"There are drinks in the cabinet sir, if you wish. The journey will take approximately 30 minutes."

Michael's heart suddenly leapt in panic. This could be anything he thought.

He could be being kidnapped for all he knew and cursed himself for a fool.

He calmed down a little and thought logically. Why kidnap him? He had no real money or connections. He opened the cocktail cabinet and calmed himself with a stiff Brandy.

When the car finally stopped, he stepped out into an underground garage which could have been anywhere. He may have been driven round in circles for all he knew, he mused. The chauffeur beckoned him to an elevator and they ascended a couple of floors. As the doors opened they were greeted by a smart bespectacled young woman in a business suit, mid 30s,Michael guessed. She beckoned him to follow whilst the driver remained in the elevator. He was shown into a comfortably furnished reception room, and the woman invited him to help himself to tea or coffee, "whilst a few formalities were completed..."

As he sipped coffee she withdrew a manila folder from a desk in the corner and brought it over to where he sat. She sat opposite to him and withdrew some papers which recognized as his application ad CV, plus an official looking document.

"Very well Monsieur," she began. "You realize of course that Madam requires compensation for her services. The level of compensation is entirely at the discretion, and is not related to the level or nature of the services which may be offered to you, but will not exceed..." and here she named a figure. "If that is acceptable, please furnish me with your credit account details and sign this authorization for a single charge to the account, not exceeding the said amount."

"Secondly Monsieur, you may only avail yourself of those services which Madam herself chooses to offer you. Madam does not take requests." She said almost with a hint of distaste. "Madam may terminate the proceedings at any time, without giving a reason, and you will leave immediately. If these terms are acceptable, please be good enough to furnish me with your credit card and sign at the bottom. If you do not wish to proceed, the driver will return you from whence you came, and no charge will be made, but no future application will be considered."

Michael nodded his assent and signed the proffered document.

"Madam will send for you shortly Monsieur. Thank you."

Michael's heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation. Was his dream finally to come true, and would he be able to control himself sufficiently to enjoy it to the full? Would he be able to enjoy it at all, or would nerves and stress ruin it for him? As he was turning these thoughts over in his mind, a door opened and a young lady clad in a silk robe entered. "If you will follow me Monsieur, Madam will see you now."

Almost trembling with excitement he followed her from the room and into the corridor, and her invitation stepped through an adjacent door into a medium sized tastefully decorated lounge dominated by a chaise lounge, adjacent to which was an arm chair. Several other chairs were arranged around the walls, each one occupied a young woman clad in an identical robe to the one who had brought him. On the chaise lounge, supported on cushions was "Madam La Torse de Venus", her body completely covered by an armless version of the silk robe.

"Welcome Monsieur, come and sit by me if you please!"

He did as he was bid.

"Now Monsieur, tell me why you wish to avail yourself of my services. After all, most men would consider me a deformed freak, and think that anyone who might find me even a little attractive, to be odd or even perverted let alone wish me to be intimate with them."

He described truthfully his devoteeism and attraction to amputees.

"Refreshingly frank, Monsieur. Have you never tried to form a relationship with an amputee woman?"

Once again he decided 'honesty is the best policy', and explained that he knew in his heart he could never give the long term physical and emotional support a disabled woman may need, so that it was safer not to embark down that road, as he felt that the outcome would be tragic for both of them.

"Once again Monsieur you are to be applauded for your honesty," she continued. "As I am sure will be obvious I am almost completely helpless. I rely on these ladies for my every need." She moved her head and eyes to indicate the occupants of the chairs. "They will remain with us for the duration of your visit, and may give instructions on my behalf, if I am personally not able. You must obey any request or instruction without question or hesitation, is that clear?"

"I fully understand Madam," he replied.

"Good. Then I think we may proceed. Claudine, please remove my robe if you will."

One of Madam's assistants approached the couch as Michael's heart pounded.

She opened the robe, lifted Madam forward, and removed it, carefully laying Madam back on the cushions. She then sat beside her. His senses reeled for a moment. Being a congenital amputee she was totally armless and legless, no scars, not even the small nubs of flesh sometimes found where the limbs should be. Her shoulders were smooth and rounded, and 'cushions' of flesh covered her pelvis where her hips would have been. He realized he had been staring rudely and clumsily apologized.

"Do not apologize Monsieur, that's why you are here, isn't it? If I did not wish you to look I would not be exposing myself to your gaze."

Her breasts were tattooed with stylized 'suns', here nipples forming the centres of the design, and down below her mons pubis was tattooed with intertwining stems and leaves which ended in lotus petals tattooed on her outer labia, giving her genitals the appearance of a flower in bloom.

"You may kiss my breasts, if you wish Monsieur." She invited.

Michael knelt and instinctively put out his hands to take the nearest, but Claudine laid a hand on his arm. "No Monsieur, you may only kiss Madam" she stated simply.

He took the nipple between his lips and held it, he began to caress it with his tongue expecting at any minute to be stopped, but he wasn't. When the nipple was firm and erect he turned his attention the other, which by now was similarly aroused.

"You may stimulate my clitoris with your tongue, if you wish Monsieur," Madam invited.

Michael found it all very clinical and formal, but he welcomed that, as he was aroused enough as it was, without any additional titillation. He left her nipples and probed the vagina with his tongue, he heard a soft moan then Claudine said. "You may caress Madam's breasts with your hands now if you wish Monsieur."

He needed no second bidding and gently felt for her breasts without taking his attention from her clitoris. After a few moments Claudine instructed him quite suddenly to stop. He did as ordered and raised himself upright.

Madam was laying, eyes closed and breathing deeply. After a few moments her eyes opened, and she mad eye-contact briefly. At some sort of signal, presumably with her eyes, Claudine left, only to return with a glass of what appeared to be fruit juice and held it for Madam to sip through a straw. She proffered a glass of the same to him.

Presumably refreshed, Madam turned her head toward him and spoke. "As will be obvious Monsieur, the options available to me when it comes to any form of foreplay are severely limited, I can however fellate you if you wish."

"I would like that very much indeed, Madam." Michael replied.

"Very well, but I insist on certain precautions. I am fastidious about hygiene, so I must ask you to shower, my assistants will help you. I also insist that you wear a condom which I will provide. Finally you must not attempt to ejaculate into my mouth. Even with a condom I find it extremely distasteful. I am aware that accidents can happen in the 'heat of the moment' shall we say, but if I suspect any deliberate attempt on your part,then you will be asked to leave immediately."

Michael thought a moment. Was it implicit in what she had just said that if he 'behaved himself' he would not be made to leave because there was more to follow?

"I understand Madam, and I will do everything in my power to comply with your wishes."

"Good. You may go and prepare yourself."

Michael followed two of Madam's assistants through a door into an en-suite bathroom. There they undressed and showered him, paying particular attention to his genitals, without making any attempt to arouse, not that he would have needed much! Once dry again, he was handed a robe similar to that which all the girls were wearing and led out through a door opposite the one through which they had entered. He found himself in a medium sized bedroom, with a bed in the centre, a chair beside it, and as in the previous room, chairs around the walls for Madam's assistants. Madam herself was laid on her back, naked, in the centre of the bed.

Madam turned her head toward him. "If you are ready Monsieur, we can proceed."

Once again Michael was struck by her and 'matter of factness' and, almost as if he were about to undergo a clinical procedure, devoid of any apparent emotion, certainly on her part. He donned the proffered condom and she continued in her sterile clinical manner.

"If you would join me on the bed and kneel over my face, with your feet toward the head of the bed and your penis over my mouth two of my aids will assist us from there."

He did as he was bid, and, looking between his legs he saw one of the girls take hold of his member at its base, whilst a second raised Madam's head.

He felt the first touch of her lips on his glans.

"Please lower your hips carefully Monsieur," instructed one of the girls.

As he lowered himself he saw and felt his penis slide into her mouth. When fully inside, a third girl placed pillows beneath Madam's head to help her maintain her position. She began to suck and massage him gently and exquisitely.

"You may massage Madam's clitoris with your tongue if you wish," announced one her helpers.

Michael's tongue explored between the lotus petals of her vagina, and finding its target began to work slowly. He heard Madam moan softly. All too soon he felt the desire to ejaculate, it almost caught him by surprise and he pulled himself away from her mouth. She let him go instantly as he ceased massaging her and raised his head, eyes closed, his every muscle straining to overcome the urge to climax. He succeeded, just, and began to relax.

"Thank you Monsieur, for your control, that could not have been easy for you, and I appreciate your effort to accede to my wishes. Would you like a few moments to relax, with a coffee perhaps?" Did he detect a sympathetic tone, a softening of her manner toward him?

Michael indicated his assent and seated himself in the chair beside the bed whilst one of Madam's assistant brought a coffee tray and a small table which she placed alongside. Apparently without instruction, two of the aids, until now seated against the wall, came forward and raised Madam from her prone position. Positioning themselves either side of her they raised her to a sitting position, supporting her with their hands behind her back, whilst they offered her sips of coffee from one of the small cups.

Once finished Madam turned to him: "Are you now more composed and relaxed Monsieur?" She asked.

"Yes thank you, Madam," he replied.

"Would you like to penetrate me?"

"That would be a privilege beyond my wildest dreams Madam," he replied heart pounding. He could feel his relaxed penis stirring in his loins just at the thought.

"Very well," she replied, with a slight nod to each of the assistants.

They each placed a free hand under each of her 'buttocks' and lifted her from the bed, still supporting her back. They withdrew about a metre, then Madam said to Michael:

"If you will position yourself, Monsieur, so that your upper body is laying upon the bed, with your knees bent over the edge and your feet flat on the floor, my assistants will take care of the rest."

"Like this Madam?" Michael asked as he got into position.

"Yes that is fine," she replied.

The assistant he knew as Claudine now, approached him with a dispenser of lubricant gel which she liberally applied to his penis, bringing him to almost full erection. She then applied more of the same gel to her mistress's vagina and returned to sit alongside him on the bed. The two assistants brought Madam toward him and gently lowered her toward his waiting penis, whilst Claudine guided it between her labia. He felt her slide downwards over him, then the soft pressure of the cushions of flesh covering her pelvis upon his lower abdomen. He groaned in ecstasy.

"If you will take a firm hold of my shoulders to support me, Monsieur, I will lean forward a little. It will be more comfortable I think."

He did as he was bid, and the two assistants released her. She was now sitting upon him, with him taking her weight on his arms. She began to rhythmically contract and relax her pelvic muscles, whilst at the same time rotating her pelvis slightly one way then the other. Eyes closed, he lay there and tried to absorb every detail of what was happening to him. All too soon, with a gasp he exploded inside her. She continued to move for a few seconds, then let out a low moan and was still. He opened his eyes and made contact with hers, a smile crossed her lips as she said:

"I think that concludes our appointment, Monsieur."

Her two assistants returned and gently lifted her from him. As they turned to carry her from the room she turned her head toward him.

"My assistants will help you dress Monsieur. Au revoir."

Claudine, still on the bed beside him, arose and fetched a box of tissue.

Removing the condom she massaged and squeezed the last of the ejaculate from his penis then cleaned him with slightly scented medicated wipes.

Once dressed she pressed a bell push on the wall beside the bed and a few moments later the business suited receptionist entered and led him back to the reception room he had used on his arrival.

"If you would like to help yourself to refreshments, Monsieur, I will return in a few minutes to complete the proceedings." About ten minutes later she returned bearing a small cardboard box about 15 cm by 8 cm by 1cm.

"Madam asked me to give you this as a small memento of your visit, and instructs me to tell you that any future application for an appointment will be favourably considered. The driver will now take you home."

Once in the curtained rear of the car he opened the box. It contained a fine leather note-case containing six high resolution colour prints. The first was Madam as he had first seen her, covered in her wrap, the second showed her naked. They had obviously been taken by hidden cameras. The third showed him sucking her nipples, whilst in the fourth he was on his knees performing cunnilingus upon her. In the fifth she was fellating him on the bed, and the sixth was taken at the moment of his climax whilst having intercourse with her.

Additionally there was a small business card which simply read "La Torse de Venus" followed by a phone number.

A couple of weeks later Michael picked up his post and noticed a credit card statement which he opened with some trepidation. Madam's fee was there, a not inconsiderable sum, but less than he feared, and well within his credit limit. He paused thoughtfully for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialled the number on the business card which had accompanied the photos. He recognized the voice of the receptionist on the other end of the line.



La Torse de Vénus 2

"Good morning Monsieur." The familiar voice greeted him. "The fact that you have accessed this number indicates that you have dealt with our client before. Our caller ID system has identified you as M... In order to confirm your identity could you please give me the first, third, and last numbers of your bank account as shown on our records?"

Michael did as he was bid.

"Thank you Monsieur. Now could you give me the two figures to the right of the decimal point, of the amount for which your account was debited for our clients services on..." and she followed with the date of his visit. "Thank you Monsieur for your co-operation, which I am sure you appreciate is a necessary precaution. Now, how may I help you?"

"I wish to use the services of your client again please, if that is possible." There was a moment's silence.

"Our client is available on..." and there followed a date and time. "I'm afraid no alternative can be offered."

Just like the first time he thought. Take it or leave it. Everything on Madam's terms. Nevertheless he accepted.

"Our driver will collect you as before. If for any reason whatsoever you are unavailable, your details will be removed from our records and the services of our client will no longer be available to you. Thank you for your inquiry Monsieur."

He heard the click as she replaced the receiver without waiting for a response. Whatever happened to 'He who pays the piper' he mused, then smiled to himself. Madam certainly had him 'Dancing to her tune' at the moment.

The evening before the 'big day' found Michael agitated and aroused by the thought of what he hoped was to come. He was worried that if he arrived in his present state of arousal he wouldn't get past 'first base'. He made a decision. He undressed and filled his bath. Having taken a long and detailed look at the photos with which he had been presented on his last visit so that the images were imprinted in his mind's eye, he entered the bathroom, lay back in the hot tub and relieved himself. The thought crossed his mind that, with his sexual appetite temporarily satisfied he would not be able to enjoy the pleasures which he knew Madam could offer, but he felt sure that the sight of her naked limbless body would have the desired effect.
The procedure followed exactly the same pattern as on his previous visit, and as before, he found Madam and her aides in the same room, with 'La Torse' reclining on cushions covered in her silk wrap. He sensed however that the girls were not quite as attentive as before, indeed two of them were reading glossy magazines, did they trust him a little more than last time perhaps?

"Ah, welcome Monsieur, come sit with me! I trust your return means that you found your last visit pleasurable?"

"Indeed Madam, extremely so," Michael replied.

"Bon! We will endeavour not to disappoint you on this occasion." As she said this she actually winked at him. "You would be more comfortable in a change of clothing I suspect. My girls will help you."

Two of the girls rose from their chairs, so Michael interpreted this as an order as much as an offer and headed toward the door which he knew led to the bathroom.

As before, the girls helped him to undress and shower, paying meticulous attention to his personal cleanliness, but as before, making no attempt to arouse him, or excite him any way. Nevertheless being only human, he felt his pulse quicken, a sign that his masturbation of the previous night would not spoil his appetite. Finally wearing only a silk dressing gown they ushered him, not into the bedroom as he had expected, but back into the lounge.

"Welcome back Monsieur. I would like some refreshment, perhaps some iced fruit juice, or coffee or tea perhaps?"

"I am happy with whatever you prefer Madam." He replied.

"Claudine, iced orange juice for me and my guest if you will please." One of her aides rose and left the room. "Perhaps, in the meantime perhaps you would like to open my wrap?"

Once again Michael mentally noted the extra degree of freedom in being allowed to do this himself, unlike last time when one of Madam's girls exposed her.

He needed no second bidding. He noted the tattooed breasts, which this time had the added embellishments of nipple stretchers. Beautifully crafted from gold filigree in the form of spiders webs, each one surrounded a nipple, the 'web' covering the areola. The opening in the centre of each was flanked by two delicate posts surmounted a small ring. Through these rings, and a piercing in the nipple, passed a small gold bar, held in position by two gold spheres which prevented it from sliding out. By this means her nipples were extend by roughly one and a half centimetres, and held erect between the posts.

Looking down to her vulva he saw once again the tattooed lotus design, but also piercings. Six in each labia, equally spaced along the length of each, through which small gold rings had been inserted. A silk ribbon passed through each in turn from top to bottom, ending in a neatly tied bow. The ribbon effectively, though obviously not very securely, lacing her vagina closed. Why he had not noticed her piercings on his first visit he put down to being overwhelmed by the sheer excitement, and the shock of seeing her body as a whole. Was this some sort of subtle message he wondered. Perhaps indicating that for whatever reason it was 'out of bounds'.

By this time Claudine had returned with a jug of iced juice and two tumblers upon a tray which she set upon a small table brought by one of the other girls. They both returned to their chairs and resumed reading, apparently indifferent to the interchange between himself and Madam.

Before he had time to resume his seat, Madam said "Sit beside me, Monsieur, and you can help me drink if you would be so kind. He did as she bid and while they drank they chatted idly, Michael hardly able to keep his eyes or hands off that unique body.

At last she said, impishly he thought, "I assume that you have not come to visit me to indulge in smalltalk, delightful though that is."

"I have come, Madam, to enjoy whatever diversions it pleases Madam to indulge in."

Laughing she said "You are not by any chance in the diplomatic corps are you?" Then, "Perhaps you would be more comfortable without your robe."

As he removed the garment she looked down at his groin, and his stiffening penis. Once again with the impish note in her voice she said "Ah I see you do indeed have matters other than smalltalk on your mind."

As Michael resumed his place beside her, he asked "May I put my arm around your shoulders Madam?"

Again that impish tone. "If indeed I had shoulders Monsieur, I would be happy to accommodate you, as it is you will have to be content to embrace what little I do have."

He slid his right arm behind her and drew her close to him. The narrowness of her upper body caused by her absence of muscle and upper arms resulted in the fingers of his right hand coming to rest on her nipple. He quickly raised his fingers clear, remembering from his first visit to do only what Madam allowed.

"You may fondle my nipple, Monsieur, if it pleases you, indeed, both, if you wish. You may use your mouth also."

Michael massaged her nipples taking each of them in turn into his mouth and sucking gently upon them. She began to moan softly, and after a few minutes murmured. "You may caress my lotus.."

Moving his free left hand into her groin he cupped and massaged her vulva, paying particular attention to where he guessed her clitoris was situated beneath the closed lips of her vagina.

Her breathing became more rapid and the soft moaning increased, almost gasping she said "You may remove the ribbon."

Needing both hands, he withdrew his arm and kneeling in front of her, carefully and gently unfastened and removed the silk ribbon, allowing him to part her labia majorae. She lay back, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

"Please use your tongue, Monsieur, until I ask you to stop."

After a few minutes of this cunnilingus, accompanied by massaging and caressing of her breasts and nipples she asked him to stop. "It would seem only fair that I offer you the same. Would you like me to fellate you, or perhaps suck your testicles, if I can accommodate them."

"Oh, Madam, I can think of nothing I would like more, but may I beg a few minutes rest. I fear that were I to submit to your ministrations at the moment there may be an unfortunate accident, and I do not wish to offend you by ejaculating into your mouth, even inadvertently."

"I appreciate your consideration Monsieur, and of course you may rest. In the meantime I will retire to the bedroom to prepare myself and await you there.

At her signal, one of her aides came, lifted her from the couch and carried her naked torso through the door which Michael knew led to the bedroom.

A few moments later she returned and said simply, "Madam awaits your pleasure."

Michael knocked gently on the bedroom door and accepted the invitation to enter. Madam was not on the bed as last time, but seated in a chair, which Michael soon realized was adjustable in the manner of an executive office chair, but less bulky in construction and appearance. Two of her aides stood one each side.

"Come Michael, I hope you will find this way a little more comfortable."

He stood before her, and one of the aides adjusted the height of the chair so that her mouth was level with his penis. "If you can promise me no accidents, I will suck your penis without a condom, if you wish."

Michael nodded his assent. She leaned forward slightly, steadied by her two aides, and took his penis into her mouth, expertly sucking and massaging it with her tongue and lips. Boy, was he glad he had masturbated last night ashe enjoyed the warm wetness. Eventually he called upon her to stop and allow him to rest. As he recovered a little she asked "would you like me to take your testicles into my mouth, though I can't promise to be able to accommodate their bulk I will try?"

"Oh, yes please, Madam." He replied.

At this, one of the aides began to recline the chair until Madam was almost horizontal on her back.

"Be so good as to straddle my face and my aides and myself will do the rest."

He did as bid, realizing now the reason for the lack of bulk in the chairs construction, as he straddled the part supporting Madam's head, facing her lower half, his scrotum, made baggy and loose by the heat of the room hanging above her lips.

One of the aides spoke. "If you would support yourself on the chair arms and lean forward and lower your body a little, Madam will be able to take you."

As he did this, he felt one of the girls gently grasp his scrotum and guide it towards madam's waiting open mouth, whilst minor adjustments were made to the chair. She was only able to take one testicle at a time, but the sensation was like nothing he had experienced before.

Madam paused and released him. "Unfortunately Monsieur, as a result of nature, I am unable to offer you intercourse on this occasion, but as compensation I will fellate you to orgasm and allow you to ejaculate into my mouth provided you wear a condom, or I will suck your testicles whilst one of my aides masturbates you to orgasm. The choice is yours, Monsieur."

Michael chose the latter and was gratified that he managed to enjoy the ministrations of the two women for longer than he expected, before exploding into the scented tissue held beneath the tip of his penis by the girl who had masturbated him, one of his testicles still in Madam's warm moist mouth.

As before, Madam thanked him for his courtesy and consideration before being carried from the room by one of her aides. The remaining girl, Claudine, helped to clean him up and dress him in his own clothes before directing him to the reception room.

He was helping himself to coffee when the familiar receptionist entered smiling.

"I trust your meeting was enjoyable Monsieur. Your account will be debited in the usual manner. Madam asks me to give you this small memento of your visit. She handed him a small beautifully wrapped box. "When you have finished your coffee, if you would be so good as to press the bell-push on the desk, our chauffeur will return you whence you came. Perhaps you will visit us again Monsieur. Good day." With that she left.

Seated inside the screened rear of the limousine Michael unwrapped the package. The box contained a high quality USB pen-drive. Embossed into it's leather cover was a relief of the Vénus de Milo, and through the eyelet intended to allow attachment to a keyring or similar, was threaded the silk ribbon which earlier had laced Madam's vagina closed.

Arriving home he wasted no time in inserting the drive into his computer. An 'auto-run' file executed, and Madam's face appeared on the screen. I trust that you find the small gift acceptable," she said. "On this drive you will find a video file. The file will play exactly ten times and will then erase itself. Any attempt to copy the file will result in it's immediate erasure. At the end of this introduction a password needed to access the video file will display for 30 seconds, after which time both it, and this introduction, will be erased. You are advised to make a note of it, as failure to enter it when prompted will again result in the contents of the drive being erased. You have 20 seconds in which you may pause this video introduction at this point only, in order to find writing material if you wish."

Michael clicked on the pause button while he went to the bureau for pencil and paper. Resuming playback the password was displayed, and he copied it from the screen. The screen cleared, and Madam's face re-appeared. "Goodbye, and it is my sincere wish that we shall meet again, should you so wish. The pen-drive can be used for storage as normal both before and after deletion of the file. I trust you will find it useful."

The screen blanked and cleared displaying the contents of the drive which consisted solely of a single .wmv file. He had no problem creating a directory and moving the file into it. He then checked that properties were set to 'read only', and the contents of the folder set to 'hidden', before running the file.

The video was a complete record of his visit from the time he entered her lounge to the point where she was carried out of her bedroom, following his orgasm, by her aide. The intro was clearly pre-recorded 'stock footage' as there had been no time for her to record it, and the rest of the video was completely unedited and shot from a single, though very carefully sited viewpoint, presumably by a hidden camera.

As he watched the video, occasionally pausing or rewinding and replaying a section, he was struck by one thing. La Torse never made, or even attempted to make eye contact with him. This gave her the air of a submissive, even slightly indifferent participant in the proceedings, even though, as Michael hoped at least, she seemed to enjoy it.

One down, nine to go, thought Michael. I wonder how much this has cost me.



La Torse de Vénus 3

Michael scanned his bank statement, searching for the entry relating to his meeting with Madam. He found it and frowned in puzzlement. She had charged him sure enough, but the amount was little more than a token. Was she trying to encourage him? He dismissed the thought as quickly as it had formed, more likely it was a ploy to get him hooked and then sting him for the maximum, but even so, if he chanced another meeting with her and she did indeed debit his account for the maximum agreed amount that wouldn't alter the fact he had still enjoyed her services so far for peanuts, she couldn't sting him in retrospect. After considering the situation he decided he had little to lose by visiting her again.

The arrangements were as before. The take it or leave it appointment. The screened limousine to who knew where. The businesslike receptionist.

"Ah. A pleasure to meet you again Mr... Madam is waiting. Please go right in."

He politely knocked on the familiar door and entered.

"Michael," she smiled, "how glad I am to see you. I hope you are well. Come and sit next to me!"

As he crossed the room to her couch he noticed that the only other occupant of the lounge was Claudine, who appeared to be engrossed in a novel. Has she relaxed her security a little further because she trusts me a little more? He wondered. As he sat down, Madam ordered Claudine to fetch coffee without asking him his preference. When they were alone she looked up at him and said quietly. "I have looked forward to seeing you again. Put your arm around me and give me a hug, please!"

Gone was the formal 'arms length' interchange. She was talking to him like a normal woman. He held her close to him until Claudine returned with the drinks. When she had set them down on the usual small table she left. They were alone.

They finished their coffee and once again Michael put his arms around her and held her close. He slid his free hand under the wrap which covered her. He found her left breast and nipple, which as before, was held erect by her extender, this time however he felt something else. He opened her wrap and was lost in admiration for what confronted him.

Instead of the gold bars which on his previous visit had traversed her nipple piercings to hold them in place, there was a ring through each, and through the rings was thread a golden chain. The chain went down to her vulva, where it passed through a third ring which pierced the hood of her clitoris, resulting in it being pulled slightly erect as well. The free ends of the chain were joined between her breasts by a small padlock. Truly a 'Delta of Venus' he thought.

As before her vagina was laced shut, but this time there were no rings in her labia. A fine silken cord was threaded directly through the piercings and secured with a bow. The result was that her labia were closed more tightly, and her vaginal entrance sealed just that bit more firmly than before.

Was this some subliminal act on her part? By dismissing her aides she became more vulnerable. Did she subconsciously compensate by guarding her chastity more closely? As he looked he noticed a small key dangling from the cord at the base of her vagina.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked.

"Indeed Madam. I am speechless. When I first saw your naked body I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, but embellished as it is now, I am lost for words."

"One has to make the most of one's assets. Having no fingers to wear rings, or wrists, or ankles to wear bracelets I must wear my jewellery where I can. By the way, my name is Chloe." She glanced down at his groin where his erection was clearly visible. Laughing she said, "It looks as though now would be a suitable time for you to shower and change."

Blushing slightly he headed for the bathroom. Behind him Chloe called "Shall I ask Claudine to help you?"

"I think I can manage, thanks," he retorted. He didn't rush his ablutions. Partly to allow himself time to calm down and partly to ponder the possible reasons for Chloe's undoubted greater intimacy. When he returned she was still as he had left her. There was no sign that any of her aides had been into the room.

"Are you going to free me from my bondage?" She laughed.

He knelt before her and carefully began to unlace her labia, taking care not to damage the delicate flesh through which it was threaded. Finally he had the key with which to unlock the chain. As he removed it she said "You can free my nipples, and remove my hood ring too if wish."

A few minutes later, and she was as he had seen her on their first meeting. Suddenly she looked so vulnerable. Without thinking he picked her up and pressed her torso to him and kissed her fully on the mouth. She stiffened,but only momentarily, then relaxed and responded to his lips with hers. Afraid that he had gone too far, he released her. "Oh God I'm so sorry Chloe, I don't know what came over me. I couldn't help myself." He stammered.

She perused his horrified face then smiled, saying as she did "Do it again! Then take me into the bedroom!"

He laid her on the bed from where she looked up at him "Go ahead, have your wicked way with me but please be gentle!" She invited.

He climbed on to the large bed and knelt over her to suck her clitoris and use his tongue in her vagina. After a few moments he felt her tongue alternately stroking and flicking across the tip of his penis. It gradually stiffened, and Chloe began to moan softly. Quietly he heard her "If you want to put it in my mouth you'll have to lower yourself a little." Obligingly he did so, and at the same time she wriggled her torso to better position herself. He felt her lips close over his glans so he lowered himself further, feeling his member slide into the warm, moist softness of her mouth, she gagged, he withdrew, felt her swallow, then she gripped him with her lips, signalling that she was OK. Feeling her mouth trying to draw him further in he lowered himself a little more, until he felt a gentle squeeze which he took for a signal to stop. As she thus pleasured him, he returned to reciprocate. Quicker than he expected he sensed her reaching a climax, as he himself was. He raised himself to withdraw his penis from her mouth in order not to ejaculate down her throat, but she held him with her lips and he felt her shake her head. She was going to let him climax into her mouth! Well, he couldn't stop himself now, and neither could she. There orgasms coincided in an eruption of ecstasy.

Having regained his self control he turned his attention to Chloe who was coughing up his semen. He brought tissues and cleaned her, gently cradling her head. "Can I get Claudine to bring you anything?"

"No there is water by the other side of the bed. That will suffice."

"I am ever so sorry. I tried to..." He tailed off as she hushed him into silence.

"I know you did. I didn't want to spoil it for you, but now I think it's time for you to get dressed."

As he donned his jacket he turned to her and pleadingly asked "May I see you again Chloe?"
"You have my phone number." She replied softly.

His return home was the same as always, but this time with no memento, which troubled him a little.

Several days later as he checked his mail he noticed an unusual package. A jiffy envelope, delivered by hand, but the deliverer must have waited for the mailman so that he or she could include in the regular delivery without drawing special attention to it. There was no address, either his or the senders, it was quite unmarked.

Curious, he quickly opened it. It contained a small key threaded on a silken cord.

To be continued
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