What on earth was I doing out on the lake in weather like this was the question I kept asking myself. I was alone in what I called my boat, I had no answer so I decided, a bit late as it happened, to go back in.
My boat is a funny thing, I made it myself to do a job. It does what I built it for very well. Today's weather was highlighting its shortcomings. I dropped a mud weight, a rudimentary anchor just so I could stow my gear and get the boat ready for the trip back to my temporary home, my little riverside shack.
While stowing my gear I realised that despite the mud weight the wind was moving me at an alarming rate across the lake. I was getting worried.
To cut a long story short I could not make headway. I could hold position but as my boat is man-powered I would soon be knackered and no further forward. I was on one of the shallow lakes that make up the Norfolk Broads and the strengthening wind was raising a choppy wave that my boat was ill-equipped to cope with.
The wind was driving me across what I thought was a solid bank of Norfolk reed when I came upon a stream inlet I didn't know existed. It was just wide enough to get my boat into. If I could get far enough up the stream to get past the reed bed I could probably get ashore and walk out to safety.
It came out into what looked like a disused boat dyke. The stream I came up wasn't a stream it was a man-made dyke, as time passed the reedbed was reclaiming its territory. As I started to tie up I heard a soft slightly accented female voice. "This is a private landing you know."
"I'm sorry I said to the voice, I got into trouble in this wind."
"I would imagine you did. Your outfit isn't built for towing a ski, is it?
"Ahh Hello", I said as the owner of the voice, a very nice-looking woman walked over a bank and into my field of vision. No not unless I get some better legs.
"The right looks very nice to me. Your left is a bit of a mess though isn't it." she looked nice as I said but was hiding under a gabardine trench coat and had a scarf over her head and ears, a bit of protection against the weather. The trenchcoat looked as very expensive but it had seen better days.
"I've still got it though, hurts a bit when it's cold but it's a lot more useful than a wooden one." It very nearly wasn't there anymore. 5 years ago I was minding my own business doing about 120mph on my Lerverda Jota when a twat of a salesman pulled out of a minor road straight in front of me. He had been drinking and I shouldn't have been going that fast. The hospital managed to do a bit more than save it but it looked a mess. The good news is I have finished repairing the Jota.
"Can I help the lady asked?"
I was pulling the boat out of the water as was my habit, I locked it onto an eye bolt set in a huge concrete lump back at my shed. "Actually I don't think it's going anywhere, do you have a phone I can call a cab."
"Sorry no," the phone line is down and has been for months, me and the phone people are arguing about who pays for its repair. The mobile signal is so poor here I don't bother bringing mine when I come here.
"I come for the fishing," I said. I don't need a mobile for that.
"I come for the peace and quiet, and the birds.
"You had better come inside for a cup of coffee and a warm-up."
I won't say no to a coffee but pedalling that in this wind warms me up enough.
I followed her over the bank and there stood an old railway cottage, the bank was a siding of the old Melton Constable and Great Yarmouth railway line that ran through Potter Higham and Catfield. On the west bank of Hickling Broad.
It was my dad's. He was a fisherman too. I used to fish with him, I've fished all over these broads. Come in, I know it's not dereiguer anymore but my dad was a bit of an amateur taxidermist. He mounted some of his better fish. You may like to see them.
She took off the trench coat. I was transfixed. She was dressed head to toe in latex. Scarlet Latex - Skin Tight Scarlet Latex. She had an amazing figure, that was further extenuated by what looked like an incredibly waist-restricting corset. A Fucking Scarlet Latex Corset.
"I also enjoy wearing my clothing of choice without tutting tongues and twitching curtains. Do you have a lot of latex Mr err? Ohh, I say, how rude of me, I've invited you inside and I haven't introduced myself. I'm Jenny Small, and you are?
William Garbett, everyone I know calls me Gar, and no, sadly I don't have any latex I'd love to have some, cowardice I suppose.
Do you mind if I ask what you are wearing under your fishing clothes?
I had on my neoprene wet suit under my waterproof and warm layers. I realised Jenny had seen the cuffs as I reached for things in the boat and the thigh cuffs which did stick out under my shorts.
"It's a very boring safety suit. If I go in the water it helps prevent thermal shock"
"It looks like it could be fun to wear."
I looked at my neoprene boots. Not because they were nice to zip on but because Jenny was asking me and she had seen through the excuse to my dirty secret.
Are you honestly trying to tell me you don't have any latex at all because I don't believe you?
"Well I do have a pair of shorts"
"I thought you may have something, you are obviously a fan. When you come over again you must wear them.
"They are a bit boring compared to your stuff. But there again it's maybe what's inside your stuff that makes it nice."
"That is a very nice piece of flattery. It may have been true at one time of day but sadly I am no longer the girl I was."
"I don't think I was ever the boy I imagined I was, the woman you are now ticks every box the man I am now has though."
"I think you should take me out to dinner then because although you haven't told me a thing about yourself, I think you tick quite a few of mine."
The euphoria I felt for a couple of seconds evaporated when I remembered the cock tube I had locked around my best mate just before I set out on this trip from home. I could just envisage the scenario, sorry darling I can't give you the poke you so obviously want, I've locked my chopper away in a chastity tube and the key is a hundred and fifty miles away.
I didn't know what to say and I didn't know what to do. Jenny was looking at me with a slight smile on her face.
"I want to but I."
"She interrupted me. Don't tell me you have lost the key."
"I must have looked a little surprised."
"It's pretty obvious when you sit in those neoprene shorts. I don't know anything else that makes that kind of a bulge in a man's pants other than a nice cock in a ball trapper tube. Now stop being shy about something that turns both of us on and show me.
With an open mouth and still scared she would laugh and ridicule me, I dropped my pants.
Jenny said wow, that's not a cheap Chinese job, is it? I like the PA piercing and extra lock.
They can both be cut through. The guy who made it now uses a pin lock system. I'm thinking of getting one.
"Ohh, you should. We need to talk" said Jenny. "Can we drive to your fishing hut? I assume you have clothes there that are reasonably clean, and don't smell of fish or bait that you can take me to the pub for a meal in.
I hadn't plucked up enough courage to ask a woman out in years, not even an ugly one and this one was fucking gorgeous. Even better than that, she hadn't mentioned Coronation Street, Dallas, Neighbours or any shite TV program at all and it didn't look as though she had one.
"How are we getting there? I asked".
"In my car of course it's just back over the bank. On the other side of the dyke. There is a footbridge on the other side of the house."
"Before we go though, I want to hold your key. Just for tonight initially. But if this works, and I do hope it does I want your key I must have your obedience."
"As I went to answer she held up her finger to silence me. Please let me speak first I said. I have one, but I have to break my boat to get it. I will have to leave it here and fetch my trailer to pick it up."
"Why is that then?"
I built them into the front right-hand float. I knew I could get it if I needed to but it would have to be a true emergency for me to get it.
"It was still a lie, lies must always be punished. No matter now. But as you are staying, you better go and pull your boat out of the water the broad is tidal, I don't want my key floating away."
Yes, mistress.
Am I your mistress?
"I hope so".
Mmmm so do I Gar so do I. Gar is a good name for my submissive.
You need to know though I am a sadist, I don't play at tapping bottoms with a lollipop stick. You will scream lots with pain and occasionally with pleasure.
If I'm not right for you you will never be a prisoner. You will spend a lot of time in bondage. When I start a scenario I will finish it to my satisfaction. You won't have a safeword. You will be my toy, I don't brake my toys, they may get a dent and a scratch but I guarantee nothing that cannot be fixed.
I propose we go and pick up your car and trailer, and bring them back here. Then we go for a meal and come back here for the night.
My head was swimming. Could I be what she wanted could I be what I wanted? I was pretty sure she was everything I wanted.
That requires an answer boy. You are picking up cane strokes at an alarming rate here.
Yes, Jenny.
Whack. She slapped my face as hard as she could. "Wait here". Her demeanour seemed to suddenly change.
She turned on her heel and disappeared out of the door we had just entered. About half an hour later she reappeared now dressed in black leather. "It still requires an answer.
Yes Mistress
I was going to wait until we got home but I am going to take you into my cellar and introduce you to my cane, Now. Follow me.
Yes Mistress
Mmm, You are in the shit already so I'm going to give you a tiny bit of slack. It's Mistress J to you
Yes Mistress J, sorry Mistress J.
I followed her down a steep stair into a high-roof cellar. "This is your spanking bench, get on it now." I was soon strapped onto it, if I said I couldn't move a muscle it would be wrong but I was completely at her mercy or lack of it.
"Spanking bench is not a good name," she went on. "You will seldom be spanked over it you will nearly always be caned. Now every idiot knows cane strokes come in sixes. So let us see if we can work out how many you owe me.
