She looked down at the card in the console tray of her car. She knew what it said. She studied it for close to an hour after it was handed to her. Now, driving home, her eyes kept stealing back to it. It was a simple card, plain white with simple block print barely big enough to be legible. "Dissoluteness" On the next line centered beneath that one word. "Instruction and Training" and a phone number. How it came into her possession was equally mysterious.
She was in the used book store. She favored this particular store because they had a large selection of erotic novels. She was quietly looking at the titles when he had come into the store. She noticed him; tall, dressed all in black, dark eyes, grey hair, a goatee and mustache neatly trimmed. He disappeared toward the back of the store. She returned her attention to the titles on the shelf when she realized she was not alone in that section of the store. She glanced to her left and saw him with his back to her. He was reading the back cover or a book and seemed unaware of her. She continues looking for something interesting to read when she felt a touch on her elbow. She turned and found him standing close to her, with the card extended. She took it and without a word, he turned and left the store.
The card perplexed her. No name, no address, just that cryptic three lines. she found a dictionary, the word dissoluteness was unusual and unfamiliar to her. Reading the definition caused more confusion. She returned to the shelves and found a book she thought might keep her entertained for a few hours. At the counter she made her purchase. The young woman at the register polite as usual prompted her to find her frequent purchaser card. With her book in hand she walked straight to her car. As she sat and waited for traffic to clear in the parking lot, discovered she had tucked the card into the book. Pulling it our she perused it again. She wondered what it meant and why he had given it to her.
At home she stashed the book in her dresser drawer and hurried to the kitchen to get dinner together. Her husband would be home in less than an hour and he expected to be able to sit down and eat immediately so he would have plenty of time for his evening activities. That of course depended on what day of the week it was. Mondays were football, sometimes at his friend's house. Tuesday was poker. That game traveled and would occasionally end up at their house. Wednesday usually found him with some of his buddies at the local billiard hall. Thursdays were his lodge nights and Fridays were always the local fights, again with his friends. She invariably went to bed and was asleep when he came home and he was up and gone to work long before she woke. To fill the time she lost herself in the erotic novels that she purchased at the used book store.
Typical to form, he parked the car, came through the front door and disappeared into the back of the house. In a few minutes her returned and walked straight to the dining room table. If dinner wasn't ready to be put on the table, he said nothing but his eyes spoke volumes. She put the plate in front of him. Without a word, he began to eat. She brought her plate in from the kitchen took the chair at the far end of the table. When he finished he simply stood and walked to the living room, sprawled in the arm chair that he had staked out as his territory and turned on the TV. She ate in silence before picking up the dishes and cleaning the kitchen.
She retrieved the novel from the drawer and made herself comfortable in the chair in the. She glanced up when she heard the front door shut and the car pull out of the driveway. With a sigh, she returned to her novel and was soon lost in the mystery and excitement of the lives of the characters about which she was reading.
She read more than a dozen pages when she turned a page and the card fell from the book. She picked it up and read the small print one more time. Dissoluteness. What a strange word and even stranger to find it on a business card. She remembered the definition. "indifference to moral restraints." Why, she wondered would anyone want to be "instructed and trained" in something like that? She put the card in the front of the book and continued reading until her head nodded forward. The book went back in her dresser drawer. changing into her nightgown she climbed into the bed, alone.
She never heard him come in and she never heard him leave in the morning. She knew he had been there because his dirty clothes from the day before were piled near the closet door. She sat up and looked around before getting up and going to the kitchen to make coffee. With a cup of fresh hot coffee, she went back to the bedroom, retrieved the novel from the drawer and returned to where she had left off the night before.
As she read, she lost herself in the story. The young and beautiful heroine was besieged by a multitude of troubles and enemies. She found herself in one dire predicament after another, many of which had her bound or otherwise restrained. She recalled the description from the back of the book. She flipped the book over to re-read it.
. . . Bernadette finds herself without hope of escaping Baron De Valle's lascivious and dissipated desires. In his castle and at his mercy, she is condemned to either serve his debased appetites or suffer at the hands of his dungeon master. . .
She looked again at that passage. Just reading that passage caused her heart to beat faster and that flutter between her thighs. She returned to reading and lost herself again in the story.
It was almost 1pm when she looked up at the clock. She had not eaten breakfast or lunch and she was starving. Her engrossment in the book caused her to lose all track of time. Not only that, but the detailed and graphic descriptions of the trials and tribulations of the heroine had her aroused. She could not remember when a book had affected her to this degree. In the kitchen and she quickly put together a sandwich and a cold drink before returning to the bedroom, her chair and the book.
Her heroine suffered at the hands of the Baron. Bernadette had refused the Barons latest advance and in retribution he had sent her to the depths of the dungeons where she was delivered to the dungeon master with the Baron's instructions to teach her to accept her situation. Bernadette was quickly stripped of her clothing, tied to a wooden frame and then subjected to a number of cruel and harsh punishments. She was whipped and flogged before the dungeon master and his henchmen used her in the most barbaric and savage manner. They left her in a cold dark dungeon cell to consider her decisions and her next actions.
Putting the book down on the bed she carried the dishes back to the kitchen. It was almost 3pm and she knew she should be thinking about getting dinner ready. Instead, she returned to the book. She didn't read further opting instead to reread the portions she had just finished. She felt her arousal build. Closing her eyes she imagined herself in Bernadette's place. When she again looked at the clock it was almost 5 and he would be home in less than an hour. She quickly put the book back in her drawer and headed to the kitchen.
As soon as he was gone for the evening, she pulled out the book. She changed into her nightgown and crawled into bed to read, continuing with Bernadette again facing more painful and degrading treatment at the hands of the Baron and his men. She as she read she felt the twinges of need in her own self. The more she read the more the need grew until she could no longer contain herself. She lay back on her pillow and pulled the nightgown up around her waist. She groaned arching her back as the waves of relief swept over her. She lay that way, her mind lost in the images of Bernadette, the Baron and his men, until she drifted off to sleep.
She woke almost blinded from the bright ray of sunshine that had crept in through the small gap in the curtains. She returned from the dream world she had been enjoying stretching lazily. She lay thinking about her dreams. It had varied. At time she was Bernadette. At others she was watching Bernadette. Even now, as she thought about it she was feeling things she hadn't felt in years. To some extent it bothered her a bit, but she had to admit that she did enjoy them.
The book slid off the bed the night while she slept. She picked it up and the business card fell from its place in the book. She picked it up and looked at it again. It occurred to her that the feelings she was having from the book were a bit dissolute. Her eye fell on the second line of printing on the card. "Instruction and Training." It was still confusing and strange. How would one be trained and instructed in being dissolute?
That question remained with her as she went about her daily routine. It was her day to do the market shopping and then several other errands. She needed to drop off some dry cleaning at the neighborhood laundry. She normally drove through and handed it off to the lady in the window, but this time she had a piece with a particularly bad stain and she meant to talk to them about how to best deal with it. The store owner assured her that they would remove the stain and leave the garment undamaged.
As she was about to open the door to her car, she noticed the store next to the dry cleaners. She had never paid attention before. The store was small, barely noticeable. The only sign was small posted next to the door. "Delectable Deviance". Before she realized what she was doing she was inside the store.
The smell of leather struck her immediately. Scanning the store, she saw racks of leather clothing. Walking toward the back she found shelves of adult novelties. Blushing noticeably walking between shelves loaded with dildo's and vibrators, she came rows of whips and floggers hanging from pegs on the wall.
She stopped, looking at the things on the wall when a voice startled her. She spun and gasped. It was the man who had given her the card.
"May I help you?"
In a state of shock she stared at him for a moment.
"Ma'am, are you ok?"
"Oh . . . Yes. . . I just saw your shop and came in to see what it was. I had never seen it before."
