CHAPTER THREE.
Our clientele grows.
The very next day, we are delivered two letters. One is from Lord Thomas, the other (sealed with a wax seal and clearly marked 'Private and Confidential') is from his wife, Lady Emma; both letters are delivered by their footman. We read them together.
It seems that Lord Thomas is highly delighted with his wife's immediate change of demeanour and believes that our treatments are clearly effective; he will not only pay our fees very happily, but has also made our services known to two friends who have experienced similar emotional instability in their wives recently. He is certain that they will be in contact with us shortly, with his wholehearted recommendation.
Helen smiles and says, " I already know the wives of Lord Grey and Lord Stevens! Both of them are close friends of Lady Emma, who has no doubt already spoken with them. Lady Jane Grey is a pretty and very young girl, though rather withdrawn in her manner, while Lady Sara Stevens is a little older, and more outgoing, but very presentable indeed. I think you would like them both."
Turning to the private letter from Lady Emma, we read that she first pleads for her letter to remain a private communication between us. Her husband is unaware of its content and must remain so.
She says that she had returned home, and as advised, had thrown herself quite urgently upon her husband, surprising him immensely. She had indeed felt more pleasure than usual at the introduction of his cock into her, no doubt (she thinks) because of the preparatory treatment she had received at my hands that very evening. It had been a short-lived exercise, but a distinct improvement upon their normal intercourse. She admits that her thoughts had turned to her treatment during the event, rather than the presence of her husband.
She hopes to persuade Lord Thomas that regular treatment- say once a month?- will have cumulative benefits for them, and is sure that she will be successful in that. She has also told Lady Jane Grey and Lady Sara Stevens of her pleasurable experience at my hands, and does not doubt that they will plead with their husbands for similar relief of their own symptoms. They are both encouraging their husbands to contact us, on the recommendation of Lord Thomas.
"Well, that is a wonderful accolade!" says Helen. "I am so used to your service, Simon, that I may underestimate what a fortunate wife I am. But as I have said, I am a little concerned that you might exhaust yourself in the service of your clients, and have little left for me!"
"Never fear," I say. " there will always be energy left for you, my dear Helen!"
Appointments are duly made for Lady Jane and Lady Sara to attend in the following weeks, while Lady Emma is provisionally booked for a return in the following month.
Helen and I discuss our plans in detail.
Helen is quite adamant that she is happy with the treatments I plan to give, on the firm condition that I do not fuck my clients. She already knows that she can intervene to relieve me if necessary, as she had in the case of Lady Emma, without any fear that I might not be able to fulfill my husbandly duties afterwards.
However, she wants to pursue her idea of creating "Doctor Watson's Assistant" to ease my future workload, and I agree to her developing that plan quickly. It seems she has already begun, by researching what types of wood she might use to carve a replica of my cock; it would have to be hard, of course, durable, and smooth when polished.
She has now come to the conclusion that she will not be able to produce a high quality piece alone, and will have to involve an artist friend of hers who is skilled in wood turning, and has all the necessary professional tools. But she is adamant that it needs to be a true replica of my own cock, to justify the name, rather than a simple abstract representation of a theoretical cock.
To that end, she produces a pencil and sketch-pad, and pulls a tailor's measure from her pocket, demanding that I make myself available for detailed study.
Helen drops to her knees and unbuttons me, deftly pulling my cock out into the open.
Oral sex is the most exotic 'service' a Victorian man can procure- not usually from his wife, of course!- but available from specialised establishments usually with French-sounding names. Perhaps I am lucky to have such a liberal-thinking French wife, who has developed her own skills in this regard, using me as her model. We frequently indulge in the practice of "soixante-neuf", which allows us both to hone our oral skills.
She takes my semi-erect cock into her mouth and sucks noisily while she fondles my balls with one hand. As my cock grows, she is able to grasp the shaft with the other hand, and apply her mouth very forcefully to the suckling of the swollen head.
I can only stand before her, with my hands behind me, trying not to let my knees buckle in ecstasy. However, I know there is a hidden purpose in Helen's mind on this occasion.
When I am very fully erect, she sits back on her haunches and studiously sketches my cock and balls from every angle, capturing the backward curve of the head towards my belly, the swollen head at the top, and the taut balls at the bottom. Then she produces her tailor's measure and duly notes, as addenda to her sketches, that the distance from the very tip to the base is at least seven inches, and the circumference around the head is six inches, but widening to seven inches at the very base.
Having done so, she sets her sketchpad, pencil and measure aside, and says, "I do not know exactly how your measurements compare to others, Simon, but I do know that your cock is sufficient to create the most wonderful feelings inside me when you apply it with your accustomed skill."
"From my discussions with Lady Emma, and others, I think it is rare for English ladies even to see their husbands in this state of arousal. They seem only to feel 'something' penetrate between their folds, thrust in and out, and quite soon withdraw, leaving his sticky deposits behind. I think I am fortunate to have a husband so proud to be seen by his wife."
I look down pleadingly at her beautiful face as she smiles up at me beyond my hard cock. She knows what must happen now; having induced this state of affairs, she must follow it through to its natural conclusion.
And so she does.
Her lips wrap around the head of my cock again, and her hands return to their previous stations, fondling my balls and stroking the hard shaft. Her stroking continues at more pace, while her grip gets ever tighter, and it seems that her mouth engulfs me ever more deeply, and her soft hand squeezes my balls in rhythm with her strokes.
I resist holding her head, though I want to, because I know she prefers her own freedom of manoeuvre, but she can tell, I think, from the subtle movement of my hips that the pressure is building within my balls- indeed, she may be able to feel them swell and tighten in her hands as they prepare to dispense my cum.
My movements become less subtle and more urgent, as she grips my cock, lubricated with her saliva, ever more tightly.
Suddenly, I feel the first surge of cum and Helen gags as the full volume hits the back of her throat. She releases me slightly, to free her mouth to take the full quantity I shoot into her, and she milks my cock and balls to ensure she has taken the full load. She squeezes me with her mouth and senses the slight softening as my pulses of cum subside.
I am shaking and finding it difficult to remain standing.
Helen withdraws my cock from her mouth, without spilling a single drop of cum, and looks boldly up at me as she swallows most noisily. Then I see her pointed tongue lick lasciviously around her lips, to moisten them with tasty cum.
"Mmmm. That was as delicious as ever, Simon," she says, "but I must say that it is even more delicious when delivered warm, direct from the source. It is more tasty than that cold glass of cum you delivered for me during your treatment of Emma!"
I am close to collapse, but manage to sit and rebutton myself, saying, "Helen, you are the most wonderful wife a man could ever have! Thank you so much. If all wives behaved as you, there might be no call upon our services at all!"
"Perhaps," she says, "but I think that there are few husbands as capable as you, and the main reasons for their wive's distress is their disdain for their feelings and sensitivities. If they were all as royally fucked as I am by you, you are right, there might be no need of our services. But clearly, we are an unusual couple, and it seems others do need our help."
When we have recovered our composure, we continue to talk about the services we can offer. Helen now has the development of "Doctor Watson's Assistant" well in hand, but it will be at least a week before a prototype is available, and I suspect that Helen will want the very first trial exercise, with or without my help.
I add that I am persuaded by Helen's recent behaviour that there may be a private market for semen. It is now a well-established medical view that male semen provides health benefits when absorbed by a woman. We are agreed that I will not fuck my clients, but it may be possible for me to provide medicinal doses to be taken orally, or administered as creams to be applied to the body.
Helen seems surprisingly enthusiastic about this idea, saying, "If you are to get so excited at each treatment, as you were with Emma, perhaps I could harvest your cum for sale? I'm sure we could make a good selling point of its 'freshness'?”
I am a little surprised, given Helen's reluctance for me to fuck clients, so I try to establish exactly where she draws her boundaries.
I say, “It seems to me that the 'freshness' of my cum will only be proven if the client witnesses you producing it from me, or the client performs that task herself. And is she to swallow it down, there and then? If so, would you allow her to take it directly from the source? You have noted yourself that it is much more palatable when warm.”
“You're right, of course,” says Helen. “I am yet very unclear about all that, but we can think it through and reach an agreed stance before we offer such a product, can't we?”
“Of course,” I say, “but it is best that we should talk through these issues in advance, rather than getting carried away in the heat of the moment, only to regret it later.”
"There is one much simpler question of administrative procedure," I say, "which I think we need to resolve before further appointments.
I noted how reluctant Emma was to reveal herself to me at her first treatment. That is entirely understandable, of course, and she may be more relaxed in the future, but I think I need easier and fuller access to my clients if I am to treat them most effectively."