Serving My Client 06

I wrote part of this just because I love Swedish Collars. Look at their web site. The most amazing collars I have ever seen.

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Wednesday, I got a text from Louise.

'are you busy tonight?' Do you like jazz?'

I replied that I was free and that I didn't know much about jazz but I occasionally listened to it.

'I'll pick you up at 7:30. Casual and collared'

I dressed maybe a little better than casual. It was becoming increasingly important to me to figure out what she wanted and exceed her expectations. She picked me up and we went to a small music club not far from my house. It was really a lovely evening. She obviously knew a lot about jazz and talked during the breaks. She was excited and having fun. We had a drink and an appetizer during the first set. For the second set we moved our chairs side by side and she took my hand and held it. I got so hard in my cage and my breathing got rough. Louise could tell something was up. She whispered in my ear.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Just got really distracted when you took my hand."

Louise smiled and squeezed my hand. She went back to enjoying the jazz. I sat there trying to calm down. After all we had done together, why was holding hands setting me off?

After the show, we drove back to my house. Louise chatted happily about the musicians. We pulled into my driveway and as she came around to get back into the driver's seat, Louise stepped close to me. I started to put my arms around her, but she took my wrists in her hands and pushed my hands behind my back. She stepped forward and I took a step back and leaned against the car. Louise leaned into me and kissed me softly on the lips. She pulled her head back a little and looked at me. Then she leaned back in and kissed me again. My head was spinning. I was losing control. I had never been kissed by a woman like this before. Normally, I had been the one to initiate a kiss and hold someone. This kiss grew passionate and then she broke off the kiss and stood back.

"That was lovely, darling."

She kissed me again lightly on the lips and released my hands and stood back.

I just stared at her. My cock was killing me, and my knees were weak. She smiled.

"Thank you for a lovely evening. I'm looking forward to Friday."

She slid past me and got into the driver's seat. I just stood in my driveway and watched as she drove away. I knew I would not be sleeping tonight.

Thursday couldn't pass fast enough. Friday morning Louise texted me.

'what time are you done today?'

'1:00'

'excellent. Come to my house as soon as you are free. Can you stay the weekend?'

'yes Goddess'

I waited but she didn't send anything else. Stay the weekend? What did she have planned? And more importantly, how was I going to make it through the day? My continual arousal over the last several weeks was really starting to be an issue. My regular Friday morning client arrived and as soon as she was done I took a shower and changed. I packed a few things for the weekend. Louise hadn't been specific and I assumed I would be nude a lot. But I packed some clothes in case she wanted to go out for anything. I took a look in the mirror to make sure my collar was on straight and left for her house. Letting myself in through the gate with the code I marveled at her property. It was beautifully landscaped and huge. I pulled into a parking area and decided not to bring my things in. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. There was a buzzing sound and I let myself in. I didn't see Louise, so I quickly undressed and placed my clothes in the closet in the hallway. I walked into the living room and was about to kneel and wait when Louise came out from a hallway.

"I should have told you not to undress. We are leaving in a few minutes. Follow me, I want to show you a few things before we go."

I followed Louise down the hall. I've always loved watching women walk. With her new, more form fitting clothes and heels, watching her walk was heaven. I hadn't been down this hall before. She walked into a room and I smelt fresh paint.

"I decided I wanted a formal, more pleasing room for massage. I had this painted and also had dimmer switches installed. Over the weekend I want you to help me shop for equipment. You can move the table here tomorrow. I want to get upgrades for the room. Hot stones, towel warmers, et cetera. I want you to have everything you would have at a spa."

I looked at the room. It was very nice with sconces on the wall and a soothing color scheme. She walked out and I followed. We went down a set of stairs to the finished basement. She led me to a room and walked in. The door was propped open and the room smelled like fresh paint too. I looked around. There was a keypad lock on the door. Nice hardwood floor. Dark red paint scheme. I saw some heavy duty eye hooks in the ceiling. Small windows at ground level that were open to clear out the paint smell.

"I had this room redone also. I intend this to be a play room."

I was still looking around when Louise stepped up to me and placed on hand on my cheek. I looked at her and she smiled.

"We'll be spending a lot of time in here, darling. I have so many plans."

I shivered a little as she said that.

"Speaking of plans........"

She turned on her heel and walked out. She led me to another door and showed me into an unfinished area. It looked like it had been set up as a work room or hobby area.

"My husband had dreams of his own wood working shop. We set this up and bought all these tools before he got sick. Are you any good with your hands? Aside from massage?"

"I'm not a carpenter. I can do simple things. Follow plans, but nothing fancy."

"Look over these plans. Tell me if you can do this."

I unrolled some blueprints. They were plans for a St Andrew's Cross, a set of stocks, a bondage table and other types of play furniture.

"I think I can do most of this. I can follow plans and as long as you don't expect showroom quality finishes, I could make most of this."

"Excellent. I could have my carpenter do it, but I would rather have this done more discreetly."

Louise looked at her watch.

"We should go. We have an appointment."

We went upstairs and she watched me get dressed and then handed me the car keys. I opened her door and then got behind the wheel and she had the address loaded in GPS already. As I drove, she made a phone call over the car speaker. It was to a local supply house. Louise asked for "Joe" and when he came on she confirmed that she wanted to go ahead and have the lumber and supplies delivered as soon as possible. Joe said it would be there on Saturday afternoon. Louise thanked him and hung up.

"You can start building the furniture tomorrow."

"Yes, Goddess."

We drove in silence for a few minutes.

"May I ask a question?"

"Of course, darling. This isn't a session. Ask away."

"Getting those rooms painted, getting blueprints, ordering lumber. How long have you been planning this?"

"Since Monday."

"And you got painters in that quickly."

"One of the best exercises we did at one of Pamela's workshops was the one about asking for what you want. I was never good at that in the past. Now, when I decide what I want I ask for it. And when. And how. I found it quite powerful. I called the painter who did all the interior work at the house and asked him for a quote to door that work within two days. He fussed a little, but he made it happen."

"You certainly are different from when you started as a massage client."

Louise rested her hand on my thigh.

"Yes. I have you to thank for a lot of the changes."

"And Pamela," I added.

"Yes, of course."

We were on the outskirts of the business district and I parked and opened Louise' door. We entered a small boutique jewelry shop. It catered to an older style of jewelry, it seemed. Very old school. There was a young woman behind the counter. Dressed very conservatively with no makeup and no jewelry other than a black choker.

"I have an appointment with Madame Delacroix," Louise told her.

The woman nodded and went into the back through the bead curtain. An older woman came out. Very European and correct.

"Good afternoon. I'm pleased to meet you. Come into the fitting room."

We entered a small room full of mirrors and cabinets.

"Thank you for seeing me," Louise said. "Gillian recommended you very highly."

"It was lovely to talk to her again. We used to see each other more often but we have gotten busy. I'll have to reach out to her and make time to see her again. You can call me Yvonne."

She said that last bit directly to Louise. I got the impression I should not call her Yvonne.

She picked up a little handbell and rang it. The clerk entered and Yvonne told her to close up for now. The woman left and when she returned she pulled out chairs for Yvonne and Louise. When they were seated, Yvonne told her to bring out the collars. She opened a drawer and placed some large velvet bags on the table. Yvonne opened one and took out a Swedish Collar. I gasped in surprise. I had seen them online before. They were amazing. Very big and very hot and very, very expensive. Louise looked at me and smiled.

"Have I surprised you, darling?"

"Louise, you can't. Those are too much," said.

Louise laughed.

"Remember what I told you in the car? About asking for what I want? I want these. And I want you in them. I know exactly what I want."

She turned back to Yvonne.

"Let's do the sizing."

The young took a cloth tape measure and measured my neck. Yvonne looked at it and shook her head. She pushed the collar on the table aside and picked up a different one. She handed it to the clerk who opened it and placed it around my neck. It was very heavy. Well over a pound of stainless steel. I had worn collars before, but nothing like this. I had lusted after them from the first time I saw one but I never thought I would be in one. Yvonne looked at the fit and suggested one size smaller. The clerk brought out a smaller one and put it on my neck. Yvonne seemed satisfied.

"You should have him move around. See how it sits in different positions."

Louise had me kneel, sit, stand, lay on the floor, get in different yoga positions and questioned me on how if felt. When she was satisfied she turned back to Yvonne.

"I love it."

"I have them in brass and stainless. I only recommend brass if you intend it for occasional play time. Some people have a reaction if they wear it more than a couple hours," Yvonne said.

"Will stainless work for long term wear? Several days at least. Maybe longer?" Louise asked.

"I do know some people who wear them long term. You do have to take it off occasionally for cleaning."

"I want stainless steel. Now, I saw on line it comes with different locking plates. Some with bondage rings attached and some plain."

"Yes. I have both. Which do you prefer?"

"I want both. With ring and without. And I would like to get one flat locking plate engraved with my name on it and one plain. All in stainless."

I sat there stunned. I hadn't looked at the web site in in a while, but I knew that the basic Swedish Collar went for over 1,100 euros. Plus three locking plates?

"Also, I want the matching ankle and wrist cuffs."

The clerk measured my wrists and ankles and brought out a collection of those. Louise got a set of each, again with multiple locking plates including plain, bondage ring and engraved.

I had them all on with the bondage rings at neck, wrist and ankle. The clinking noise as I walked around the table was unmistakable and erotic.

"Do you have any thing else interesting?" Louise asked Yvonne.

"I have some body jewelry if you have piercings," she said.

Louise shook her head 'no'.

"Do you engage in chastity?"

"Yes. Tim was in chastity when I discovered he was a submissive. He has a device."

"I have a collection of chastity cages, but it seems you are already equipped."

"Not really," Louise replied. "Tim is in his own cage. Not mine."

Yvonne gestured to her clerk and she brought out a collection of chastity cages. Some were very simple like mine. Some were more complicated. Some had attachments for pointy screws that could be added for torment.

"Oooh. I've never seen anything like that. I want one."

Yvonne asked me for the size of the base ring on my chastity cage and then she assembled one for Louise. She and Yvonne went to the front to ring up her purchases and the clerk helped me remove all the collars and cuffs and package everything up.

I joined Louise up front with the very heavy bag of accoutrements. Louise looked at my neck and shook her head.

"You look so much better in that collar."

I drove us back to Louise' house. I was committed to spending the weekend there. And to building bondage furniture for her. And to wearing a very heavy collar. I have to admit I was a little scared. She was exploring her desires at full speed. I loved it. I had never dreamt I would experience this type of service. Or I should say I had dreamt of it, but never expected to live it. I wonder if she would find her limits before she found mine?