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Intention /in-ten’shun / Design, Purpose, Aim
Develop /di-vel’up / To bring out what is latent or potential, to evolve
It has been my intention in this and the last episode to develop a number of story-line threads in preparation for what is to come. Thanks for going through this with me. I am now pleased with the options available to me for further episodes, and for Suzanne’s on-going development as a sub to Graham, whilst simultaneously taking more control over Ian. That doesn’t mean that the future is clearly mapped out and fixed. This story has a life of its own, and it is my role and duty to allow it to develop, and to report on its progress. I hope you enjoy reading these links and twists and turns as much as do when I discover them.
Chapter 17
They caught their connecting flight back to Edinburgh, tired and jet-lagged from the transatlantic leg, but with Ian’s mind still on one thing. The events of the flight from LA would not leave his consciousness, and the dull ache of frustration was a constant reminder of the rash promise he had made to Suzanne in his moment of weakness and need.
Suzanne and the stranger had been locked in the bathroom for nearly an hour, with Ian restlessly awaiting her return, his cock still hard and his mind full of imaginings of what was happening only a few feet away. Finally, the engaged light had gone out and the stranger had returned to his own bunk, not looking at Ian as he settled into his flat bed, pulling the sheet over himself, obviously settling down to sleep for the rest of the trip.
Suzanne had stayed in the bathroom for a further 5 minutes before emerging; Ian assumed she’d been refreshing herself after whatever had transpired between her and the stranger. She had come to Ian and kissed him warmly, quickly feeling his erection as if to satisfy herself that he had done as she had asked and not yielded to the temptation to relieve himself. Ian had thought that he could taste evidence of the other man in her mouth.
“Thank you for that darling!” was all she had said initially, leaving Ian wondering whether he was being thanked for allowing her indiscretion, or whether she was thanking him for his own sacrificial abstention. As she leaned over him, her hand on his hardness and her pyjama jacket gaping, he had had an unrestricted view of her beautiful breasts. She looked into his eyes, drawing his attention away from her curves. Ian remembered her exact words.
“He was very excited, but able to satisfy me completely. I feel much better now, calmer.”
She had kissed him again, wetly.
“Now I need my beauty sleep; it has been a very exhausting trip.” She had paused for a moment as if considering Ian’s needs. “I am so pleased that we have agreed that I will decide when you can cum. If you are very good, that might be quite soon.”
That was it! With that thought, Suzanne had squeezed him once, as if in promise, kissed him again and returned to her own bunk, leaving Ian alone, frustrated, excited, remorseful, happy and rampant.
For a while, he couldn’t resist the temptation to fondle himself; to gently stroke himself as he remembered all that had transpired. But he also remembered his promise to her, and he firmly resisted the temptation to bring to himself the relief çorum escort that he so desperately needed, but which had been so firmly denied to him. He envied the stranger across the aisle, able to sleep, content and satisfied. But he was also happy in himself, in his own climax-free tribute to Suzanne, his future happiness and satisfaction, he thought, assured by Suzanne’s half-promise.
He had spent a fitful night / flight, never able to completely relax and sleep, never able to clear his head of the thoughts and dreams, the confusions and the clarity of his silent submission.
The morning had been awkward. When the cabin lights had been gently raised to rouse the travellers, and the cabin staff had been busy scurrying about converting beds back into seats, Suzanne had slipped quickly into the bathroom to freshen up and change back into her travelling clothes. Whilst she was gone, Ian’s glance had been returned by the stranger and their eyes had locked momentarily, before Ian had looked down and broken the connection. Ian had been unable to hold his gaze, or to read the look he had seen in the man’s eyes. Was it envy? Was it pity? Was it understanding? Was it something else? Whatever had been in the stranger’s eyes, Ian was in no doubt about what had been in his own; a complex mixture of jealousy, envy, submission, pride and ownership. The stranger may have stolen a moment of illicit conjugal bliss with Suzanne, but it was he, Ian, that would be living with her and enjoying her for the rest of his life.
When Suzanne had returned from the bathroom, and as the cabin crew had served breakfast to the half-awake passengers, the coast of Ireland slipping silently beneath them, Ian had seen her and the stranger exchange glances and half smiles, and a pang of real tangible jealousy had spiked through him. It was quickly replaced by love when Suzanne turned her glance to him and smiled at him with real warmth and affection.
Now they were sitting together at the front of the BA connecting flight to Edinburgh on the final leg of their amazing adventure’s latest instalment.
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Suzanne and Ian arrived home mid-afternoon and spent the remainder of the day / evening reconnecting with their daughter Emma after sending away the child-minder / nanny that had taken care of her full-time during their absence. Emma was delighted to see them both, and even more delighted with the Mojave native American doll that had hastily been purchased for her at LAX by her guilt-ridden parents. She found the doll and its native costume so diverting that within 10 minutes of their return, she had forgotten that her parents had been away at all. So much for the concern of her parents and the fickleness of childhood!
After Emma had been put to bed and Ian and Suzanne had settled for their evening gin I am about to head off to LAX myself for my own flight home. As I say, John has all the details and no doubt will be in touch soon after you see this in the morning. I will catch up with you myself when I get back tomorrow.
Once again, many thanks.
Graham
Ian sat back at his desk and stretched, considering the import of what he had just read. Suzanne was required for another unspecified mission on behalf of Graham denizli escort Leicester and the company. He quickly re-read the e-mail, and realised that there was very little detail about what the mission might be or when it was likely to begin, but a moment’s thought gave some indication. Graham would be back in the UK in a few hours’ time, and back in Edinburgh by late afternoon. Unless the mission was really urgent, he could have waited to inform Ian and Suzanne himself, rather than relaying the details through John, who, Ian realised, Graham must have spoken to in the early hours of the morning. That implied that Suzanne would be required for duty very soon, possibly as early as this afternoon.
He reached for his phone in order to call her and warn her of this sudden and unexpected turn of events; but then stopped himself and looked at the clock on the wall. It was a little after 10:45, and Ian remembered that Suzanne had an appointment with Doctor Packard at 11:00, and would already be on her way to him. He decided to wait, and speak to her after he had spoken to John and had more information to impart.
As he was rising from his chair to head for John’s office, another thought popped unbidden into his head. He had been holding back from thinking about the pleasure he was sure would come to him this evening when Suzanne lived up to her promise to bring him the relief he had been waiting for so long. Now, a clause from her contract and his agreement with Graham Leicester appeared in his consciousness as if from nowhere, but as if highlighted in neon lights:
“For a period of seven days prior to a scheduled duty, or as demanded by the Employer for unscheduled duties, the Employee shall restrain from any sexual activity with the partner of the Employee, and shall undertake such additional restrictions or preparation as may be specified from time to time by the Employer.”
As Ian headed out of his own office towards John’s adjacent room, the implications of this clause hit him. His promised and long overdue relief was now very much at risk! As he walked through the secretarial area of the office suite he shared with John, May, their shared secretary, was surprised to hear an anguished groan of frustration from her new boss as he passed her desk, and disappeared into John’s office unannounced.
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At about the same time, on the west side of Scotland’s capital city, Suzanne was reaching up to ring the bell on the door of Doctor Packard’s anonymous looking consulting rooms, wondering what was in store for her this time. As expected, the door was opened by Nurse Pyrford who warmly welcomed her and showed her into the same ground floor room where she had previously been examined by the young doctor. After being left alone in the room for a few nervous minutes, Doctor Packard joined Suzanne with a cheerful smile, looking tanned and dressed casually as before.
“Good morning Suzanne, thank you for being on time. How have you been since I last saw you? I imagine a lot has happened since.”
Suzanne took the doctor’s offered hand and they greeted each other. When Suzanne thought about his question, and all that had happened since she was last here, she blushed slightly at the thought.
“I am well düzce escort thank you Doctor. And yes, a lot has happened since we last met. Please don’t ask me to tell you all about it, it embarrasses me to even think about it.”
Doctor Packard indicated for Suzanne to take one of the seats by his desk, taking the other one himself and sitting across from her, eyeing her intently, as if conducting a superficial examination as they spoke.
“Oh, but I must ask some questions Suzanne, if I am to look after you properly. I know some of the details, having been kept informed by Graham, but I will need to probe a little. As we agreed last time, there can be no secrets between us. Now, just like last time, I need to ask you some questions as well as conduct a physical examination, but I can do them in any order. Which would you prefer first?”
Suzanne remembered how aroused she had become when answering his previous questions, and how embarrassed she was when it came to an intimate physical examination and her arousal had been so obvious. She decided to opt for the physical examination first in the hope that she could get through that without disgracing herself with her body’s natural reaction to this attractive man’s intimacy with her.
“Can we do the physical examination first?” she asked, rather sheepishly, and then blushed as she realised that her eagerness might be misinterpreted.
“Of course Suzanne. Do you require Nurse Pyrford to be present?” Suzanne shook her head. “OK then, if you will just undress for me, there is a gown behind the screen over there.”
Suzanne stepped behind the screen and started to undress. Unlike last time, the doctor remained in the room, busying himself at his desk as she disrobed. Once again, she struggled with the ridiculous green gown that tied loosely behind her, but still managed to leave her ass exposed between the ties. She slipped her naked feet into the white towelling slippers that were also there for her to use, and stepped nervously from behind the screen, one hand behind her in an attempt to hold the gown closed about her back.
“Excellent Suzanne. If you’ll just slip up onto the couch and lie on your back we can get started.” Suzanne noted that a clean and starched white sheet had been spread over the examination table at the side of the room, and she awkwardly climbed onto the couch and lay on her back as instructed. She felt totally vulnerable with her head back on the very low pillow that was at the head of the bed, and lifted her head slightly to see what was happening. Doctor Packard washed his hands quickly at the sink in the corner, and then dried them before coming over to stand at the side of her. He placed one hand on her forehead and pushed her gently back down flat.
“Just relax Suzanne, this won’t take very long,” and as she did as instructed, he slipped a thermometer into her mouth and then took her nearside arm and lifted her hand before sliding his right hand up to her wrist feeling for her pulse. He absent-mindedly watched the second hand sweep around the clock on the wall as he counted, before dropping her hand and reaching over to enter her pulse on the computer screen on his desk. He then removed the thermometer that still languished beneath her tongue and read it before replacing it in a little cup of disinfectant on a shelf above the bed.
Next it was blood pressure, which he did the old fashioned way, with a stethoscope, manometer and inflatable cuff and bulb pump, instead of the more common (these days) electronic devices.