The Vixen Agency: Amanda

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The Vixen Agency provides specialist services aimed at men. Their services are usually purchased by wives or girlfriends as a surprise for the men in their life maybe as a Birthday, Christmas, or Anniversary gift or maybe because they just feel like it because the men in their life deserve it.

This episode tells the story of wife who wishes to purchase the service as a present for the husband she loves.

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She stood in the crowd waiting for the elevator and, as she waited, looked around the entrance lobby not seeing anything because of the thoughts in her head. She didn’t heard the sound of the elevator arriving and it was only the others moving forward that brought her mind back into focus. She stood at the back, watching the numbers, with people getting off at each floor until she was the only one left. Eventually the twenty seventh floor arrived, she stepped into the corridor looking for some indication of which direction to go. The nameplate showing her destination was immediately in front of her, along with several others, and she headed set off noting the neutral coloured walls and carpet. She reached the door, a small nameplate giving the company name but not the business’s activity. There was a request to ring the bell and, as soon as she did so, the door swung open on silent hinges. She hadn’t seen the minute camera hidden in the nameplate.

The person behind the desk stood and came towards her extending his hand.

“Welcome, Mrs Blake, so nice to meet you in person after only conversing on the telephone. Please have a seat.”

He indicated the only other chair in the reception area other than his own.

“Would you like a beverage? Tea? Coffee? Perhaps something with no caffeine or perhaps a little stronger?”

“Could I have some water, please.” Her mouth was dry because of the excitement bubbling inside and, at the same time, wondering if she was doing the right thing.

“Certainly, Susan. May I call you Susan? We feel it helps make the atmosphere more convivial when using first names. I’m Archie,” he said, opening the bottle and pouring into an elegant glass he’d also taken from beneath the very large walnut desk. The only furniture in the room apart from the chairs. “If there’s anything I can do for you just ask. I’m completely at your service.”

She didn’t reply to his request to call her by her first name, but it seemed quite natural. He stood, bent over slightly with his hands clasped, the expression on his face waiting for her response.

“Thank you,” she said, lifting the glass. “Yes, please call me Susan.” She looked around and then, without thinking, blurted out. “It’s not quite what I expected. You’re not…you’re…,” she stumbled over her words not knowing quite what to say, not wanting to offend.

“Me being gay? Don’t bother to think about it, Susan, everyone has the same reaction. They expect to see a pretty young sweetheart behind the desk, not me, although I like to think I’m still young. At least in my head.”

Susan couldn’t help but take a liking to him. He was slim, dressed impeccably, expensive shoes, trousers and casual shirt, with obviously coloured hair, and perfectly coiffed. He was wearing makeup, but not excessively so, even the lipstick was quite neutral. Not easy to tell his age but she thought around the mid-thirties. She caught herself staring at him, and saw him smile. She switched her gaze, looking round the room, and it was as if he read her mind.

“You’re wondering why we only have the one chair for a client? Why the only other furniture in the room is my desk and my lovely, very comfortable, chair,” he said, proudly indicating what he was talking about.

Without waiting for her response he continued with his explanation.

“We only ever have one client here at a time so more than one chair isn’t needed. It helps settle any nervous client when they realise they will not see anyone else. More importantly, Susan, no one else will see you whilst you are here. As for the desk, which as you can see is large by any standards, you would be amazed by what’s under there. Apart from a fully stocked bar I also have tea and coffee making facilities to compete with any office.”

As he went back to his desk she could see, from his walk, the pride he felt for his little domain. Opening a compartment in his desk, he returned and handed her a glossy brochure.

“If you’d like to glance through our brochure for a few minutes before your meeting, Susan, it will give you more information of our activities because there isn’t any specific information on our website, as you know. I was, if you recall, suitably vague when we talked on the telephone.”

She began looking through the brochure and was quite startled when Archie broke into the silence.

“Everything’s ready for you now, Susan, if you’d like to go in.” He pressed a button underneath the desktop, and the door at the far end of the reception area swung tokat escort open, once again on silent hinges.

She walked into a room, which, although larger than the previous one wasn’t excessively so. Again the furnishings were at a bare minimum. A three seater couch and bar, which wasn’t hidden, and she suspected the only coffee and tea would be forthcoming via Archie. A desk nowhere near as large as Archie’s, with nothing on it, on the far side of which was an opulent office chair the occupant of which was facing away from her. As the door clicked shut the chair swung round and a surprised look came to her face.

“Hello, Mrs Blake. Please come in.”

The man rose, walking round the desk towards her, extending his hand in welcome. She automatically took it and allowed him to lead her to the chair, easing her into it, before returning to his desk.

“Do you mind if I call you Susan? You’ve probably gathered from meeting Archie we like to be friendly and informal. We find, because of the nature of our activities, it’s preferable not to treat our meetings in the same way as if you were meeting your lawyer or bank manager.” He paused, waiting for her to break the silence.

“Thank you. It’s not what I expected but it does make me feel comfortable. In fact, nothing is as I expected. Even…,” She paused, wondering how to put her thought into words.

“You mean me?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You weren’t expecting a man.” It was a statement, not a question. “Bearing in mind the nature of our business it would be natural to expect the company would be run by a woman. Am I correct?” He knew the answer but wanted her to begin talking.

She coughed. “That’s…ermm…that’s exactly what I expected. You took me by surprise. In fact everything has taken me by surprise since I came through the door. But in a good way,” she hurried to say.

“What did you think of our Archie?” he asked, with a smile. Once again knowing the answer.

“He’s very…nice,” she said, once again struggling to find the words she needed.

“Yes, indeed. Because our clients are ladies, although we sometimes have male clients but not often, I find Archie is the perfect receptionist for our particular business. If he wasn’t gay, or if I employed a young lady, a client might not feel as comfortable as with Archie.”

She thought about it for a moment and, although it hadn’t crossed her mind before, she realised he was exactly correct and Archie was perfect for a client, especially such as herself.

“Is it okay to get down to discussing your requirements, Susan?” Before she could respond he carried on. “Have you had sufficient time to look through our brochure?”

She suddenly realised she was clasping it on her lap. “Yes, thank you. It’s very informative. Very…descriptive. The ladies seem to be so varied in…appearance…skills…” Her voice faltered. “Much more information than on your website.”

“That’s absolutely correct. We deliberately limit the information on our website. Nicely displayed but really just a contact facility for someone who may be interested. It keeps timewasters away and we find only genuine possible clients, such as yourself, actually follow through. From reading the brochure, and seeing the photographs of our Providers, you can see it would be a voyeurs paradise if we displayed everything on the website.”

He stopped speaking, waiting to see where this meeting was going next. This was the point when she would either carry on the discussions or she would run.

She took a deep breath, collected her thoughts, and sat up straight in the chair with a positive look on her face. “I understand. It makes perfect sense and…,” she suddenly remembered something and continued, “You said providers?”

“We provide a service for our clients, Susan. I discussed it with everyone and we came to the conclusion Providers, with a capital P, was a suitable word rather than mistress or dominatrix. If discussing it, and someone overhears, it doesn’t make them perk their ears up as much as, for example, will the dominatrix be arriving by taxi or her own car?” His smile, and the way he explained it, told her it wasn’t the first time he’d explained it.

“That makes perfect sense as well, Mr…”

She suddenly realised she didn’t know his name. There had been no correspondence. She had simply called the number on the website. She now knew Archie had been the one who she had spoken to and who had taken her name. He hadn’t asked for a telephone number. Then again, she thought, it probably came up on his console so he didn’t need to ask. They had agreed the appointment day and time, she had arrived, and was now discussing her requirements, her very personal requirements, without knowing the name of the man she was sat opposite.

“Please me George. We like to keep everything informal and the Providers are also only known by one name. You will have noticed in the brochure there yozgat escort isn’t a name by each Provider’s details just a number. A client is given the Provider’s name when they have been selected. It sounds very cloak and dagger but we feel it protects everyone, including the client.” She nodded, not realising it actually only protected the agency. Indicating the brochure, he asked, “have you seen anyone you might think suitable?”

“No, not yet. I didn’t realise there would be such a choice. I never expected there would be such a difference in…height…and…proportions…and there seems to be a difference in…how would you describe it…skills?” She was flipping through the brochure whilst speaking, letting the words spill out.

“Deliberately so, Susan. The persons the clients are acquiring the service for are all shapes and sizes and to satisfy the client’s requirements a Provider is handpicked from those available. We refer to the person for whom the service is intended as the IC, short for individual concerned, because in the same way as Provider, in casual conversation it means nothing to anyone who might overhear.”

“We now need to discuss why you believe our services would be the solution to your problem.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, with a serious expression. “Please just explain, taking your time, who the service is intended for and how we can help you.” He finished speaking and leaned back, giving her space to think and speak.

Susan thought carefully putting into place, in her mind, the order in which she wanted to explain.

“My husband has a desire to be dominated to a degree with which I don’t feel comfortable. We’ve been married for seventeen, very happy, years and three years ago he told me of his submissive desires. It came as a complete shock to me because I’d never seen any signs of it either at home or in his work life. I have tried, I really have, but I just can’t hurt the man I love.” She could feel the tears welling up inside her as she spoke.

“It’s okay, Susan. You’re not the first wife who has sat exactly where you are and expressed the same feelings.” He leaned forward, arms resting on his desk. “I think it’s wonderful there are wives, like yourself, who come here for our help. If I may ask, have you been able to help him at all?”

“I’ve spanked him. Hard enough to redden the skin but not hurt him as much as he wants. We’ve used a crop which has left marks but which have gone within a day. He wants me to whip him but I’ve refused. We have used a strapon, with which I feel reasonably comfortable, but he wants bigger and more…”

“Rougher?” suggested George. “It’s very common amongst those, not just men, who like to be dominated by a woman. I like it myself.”

Susan’s head shot up, unable to hide her amazed reaction to his words. “You like…you’re..I didn’t…never entered my head…”

“It does take people by surprise when, if, I mention it.”

He stood, walked round and leaned back against the front of his desk, hands either side to balance himself.

“That’s how the business began. I’m a natural submissive and the idea came when I was visiting my mistress at the time, who is now my wife. We began in a small way with just her as a Provider, but the business has grown considerably. As you can see from the number of Providers in our brochure and, of course, by where our office is located. We’ve also bought a large property, in the countryside, for those who prefer the use of an in-house facility which has more equipment than we can take to the person’s home.”

For the first time she took a really good look at him. He didn’t look submissive but, then again, neither did her husband. They were both different physically and in looks. He was a little taller than her husband, who was five foot eight, but not much taller. A little paunch showed as his jacket fell open with him leaning against the desk. His hair was blonde, her husband’s black, but both with a good head of hair. He was nice looking but not, in her biased opinion, as good looking as her husband. He didn’t look as fit as her husband but he was older and he probably didn’t work out. At least it ruled out the thought he might, like Archie, be gay. Although, perhaps he was bi. Stop thinking, she told herself, concentrate on why you are here.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying? My mind seemed to just drift away for a moment.”

“I was explaining our charges. As you will have seen, nothing is mentioned in the brochure. The fee is the same for every Provider and is one thousand pounds an hour. The first consultation is always two hours but there is a fifty percent discount for the second hour. We can provide in-house consultations at our property for a minimum of three hours, or a day, for the weekend, or for the week. We are very flexible regarding consultations. Everything is done in the best interests of the client, and the IC, depending upon the zonguldak escort reason for the client’s request.”

Susan was nodding her head as she took in everything he was saying and came to an immediate decision. “I think in the first instance we’ll go with the introductory consultation and another consultation a few days later depending on how quickly my husband recovers and I’ve had time to consider the results of the first consultation. Tell me, George, how long would you advise me to wait for the second appointment?”

“I would suggest we make the second consultation for three days after the first. This can, of course, be adjusted according to circumstances as they may change. We would require payment in full for both sessions at the time of making the booking and, naturally, there is no refund if cancelled later than forty eight hours before the first consultation. I hope you find this satisfactory and acceptable?” His voice, although still soft and friendly, left no doubt negotiation was not a possibility.

“Everything is acceptable. I must say I’m very impressed, George. I was feeling reticent of giving a large amount of my money, or should I say my husband’s money, to someone of whose services I knew very little. But I’m now happy to proceed. What’s the next step? How do you require payment? Who will be the Provider?” Her tone was now more businesslike.

“Thank you, Susan. Payment will be made by direct bank transfer. The nature of our business is such we have to be completely transparent with the authorities in order to definitely preserve the privacy for our clients. We do not provide sexual services, unless it is a specific request and the Provider is agreeable, and never during the initial consultation. The prime intention of the first consultation, apart from earning the trust of the IC, is establishing the dominance of the Provider. As for who the Provider will be, you and I will now select a list of three from those available. I will then arrange for you to meet your first choice, in these offices naturally, for you to make the final decision. You are the only person, therefore the best person, to select who you think will be most compatible with your husband. If, for whatever reason, after discussion you don’t think your first choice will be suitable or things don’t work out, you can replace her with your second choice. If that happens after the first consultation, there will be a fee for that consultation but it will be halved. I hope you find that acceptable?”

“Everything seems very logical and common sense. I really am impressed by your thoroughness, George. But I wonder if I might be a little cheeky and ask you a personal question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“If it’s the question I think it is go ahead. It’s a question I’ve been asked before, and don’t find it offensive or intrusive. In fact, it’s a question I would ask if the situation were reversed.”

He wasn’t actually laughing but definitely enjoying the moment.

“I assume you still enjoy your wife’s ‘skills’ but I was wondering if she is one of your Providers?”

“I certainly do still enjoy what she gives me. I could never be married to a wife who would not, could not, satisfy my proclivities but she is not a Providers. She is my partner in the business as well as my wife. Any new Providers, although experienced dominatrixes in their own right, are introduced to the ways of the Vixen Agency by her. I’m sure you’ll understand that job is better done by another domme. Certainly far better than if by myself. I can only look at it from the view of a submissive. In answer to your other unspoken questions I do occasionally use the services of our other Providers, with her agreement naturally.”

“What was my other ‘unspoken’ question?”

“I am not a voyeur. I do not view any consultations. We can install recording equipment if the client requests it but it is for the clients use only. No one in this company views it, including myself. It’s up to the client what they do with it. Many clients like to watch it with their husband because it gives them joint pleasure and can give them ideas for future consultations. We are, after all and in your case, there to make you both happy and enhance your relationship. The next step is for you and myself to sit down, now, to choose your list of potential Providers. When you’ve selected your number one choice we arrange a date and time, within the best two days, for you to meet her. If you’re satisfied we then arrange the dates and time of the consultations.”

“Does my husband need to be told when the first consultation is going to take place?”

“Not necessarily. It’s up to you. Some clients like to make it a surprise. Sometimes, such as if it’s a birthday, wedding anniversary or a special date in their relationship the client arranges it for then. Most times the client just wants to begin as soon as possible.”

“Okay. Let’s get the ball rolling.”

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Five days later Susan rang her husband at his office. “Hello, John. Do you have a busy afternoon? I was hoping you could come home early. It’s important. I have a surprise for you I think you’ll like.” Her voice was pitched at its most seductive.

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