La Torse de Venus

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Curious devotee guy falls for congenital amputee.
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(Michael's sexual encounters with La Torse de Vénus, a rich QUAD Amputee lady...)

La Torse de Vénus 1

Michael was disturbed at his breakfast by the sound of his doorbell. Rising from the table he crossed the room and opened the door to his flat. A liveried courier stood in the corridor holding a plain white envelope which he handed to Michael saying "I am instructed to wait for your reply, sir." Puzzled, Michael opened the envelope, noting a slight whiff of perfume and withdrew the single folded sheet of paper and read:

Dear Sir,

Your application for an appointment with Madam La torse de Vénus has been approved and you are requested to attend... and there followed a date and time. Please indicate your acceptance or otherwise to the bearer of this letter. You are advised that refusal of this appointment, or failure to attend for any reason will result in any future application being rejected.

The letter was signed on behalf of Mme La torse de Vénus and dated.

His mind whirled and his pulse raced, he was brought back to reality by a polite cough from the courier. "May I have your reply please sir?"

"Yes, er... yes I accept," he stammered, "Where shall I attend?"

"I shall collect you here sir, 45 minutes prior to the appointment time, dress should be smart casual sir. Good day."

With a slight nod the courier left.

Several weeks ago Michael had come across an intriguing advert on a disabled dating site:

"Quad amputee offers discrete services to discerning male clients. Apply in own handwriting with brief CV."

The address was an anonymous box number.

On an impulse Michael had replied, but three weeks had passed without response, and he had felt rather foolish and embarrassed, assuming that the advert was a hoax, and someone somewhere had derived great amusement from his tacit admission that he was a 'devotee', and anxious for an unusual sexual experience. It now appeared however that the advert was genuine, or was he being manipulated to satisfy someone's warped sense of humour? Well, he thought, if he were being taken for a fool he was quite capable of teaching whoever it was a lesson if he ever met them.

His doorbell rang at the appointed time, and Michael opened it to find the same liveried courier as before. "If you are ready sir, I have the car outside."

Michael followed him to a large limousine with curtained rear windows. The driver held open the door and ushered him inside. A curtained screen separated him from the driver, and he quickly discovered that all were fixed, thus preventing any view outside the rear of the car.

"There are drinks in the cabinet sir, if you wish. The journey will take approximately 30 minutes."

Michael's heart suddenly leapt in panic. This could be anything he thought.

He could be being kidnapped for all he knew and cursed himself for a fool.

He calmed down a little and thought logically. Why kidnap him? He had no real money or connections. He opened the cocktail cabinet and calmed himself with a stiff Brandy.

When the car finally stopped, he stepped out into an underground garage which could have been anywhere. He may have been driven round in circles for all he knew, he mused. The chauffeur beckoned him to an elevator and they ascended a couple of floors. As the doors opened they were greeted by a smart bespectacled young woman in a business suit, mid 30s,Michael guessed. She beckoned him to follow whilst the driver remained in the elevator. He was shown into a comfortably furnished reception room, and the woman invited him to help himself to tea or coffee, "whilst a few formalities were completed..."

As he sipped coffee she withdrew a manila folder from a desk in the corner and brought it over to where he sat. She sat opposite to him and withdrew some papers which recognized as his application ad CV, plus an official looking document.

"Very well Monsieur," she began. "You realize of course that Madam requires compensation for her services. The level of compensation is entirely at the discretion, and is not related to the level or nature of the services which may be offered to you, but will not exceed..." and here she named a figure. "If that is acceptable, please furnish me with your credit account details and sign this authorization for a single charge to the account, not exceeding the said amount."

"Secondly Monsieur, you may only avail yourself of those services which Madam herself chooses to offer you. Madam does not take requests." She said almost with a hint of distaste. "Madam may terminate the proceedings at any time, without giving a reason, and you will leave immediately. If these terms are acceptable, please be good enough to furnish me with your credit card and sign at the bottom. If you do not wish to proceed, the driver will return you from whence you came, and no charge will be made, but no future application will be considered."

Michael nodded his assent and signed the proffered document.

"Madam will send for you shortly Monsieur. Thank you."

Michael's heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation. Was his dream finally to come true, and would he be able to control himself sufficiently to enjoy it to the full? Would he be able to enjoy it at all, or would nerves and stress ruin it for him? As he was turning these thoughts over in his mind, a door opened and a young lady clad in a silk robe entered. "If you will follow me Monsieur, Madam will see you now."

Almost trembling with excitement he followed her from the room and into the corridor, and her invitation stepped through an adjacent door into a medium sized tastefully decorated lounge dominated by a chaise lounge, adjacent to which was an arm chair. Several other chairs were arranged around the walls, each one occupied a young woman clad in an identical robe to the one who had brought him. On the chaise lounge, supported on cushions was "Madam La Torse de Venus", her body completely covered by an armless version of the silk robe.

"Welcome Monsieur, come and sit by me if you please!"

He did as he was bid.

"Now Monsieur, tell me why you wish to avail yourself of my services. After all, most men would consider me a deformed freak, and think that anyone who might find me even a little attractive, to be odd or even perverted let alone wish me to be intimate with them."

He described truthfully his devoteeism and attraction to amputees.

"Refreshingly frank, Monsieur. Have you never tried to form a relationship with an amputee woman?"

Once again he decided 'honesty is the best policy', and explained that he knew in his heart he could never give the long term physical and emotional support a disabled woman may need, so that it was safer not to embark down that road, as he felt that the outcome would be tragic for both of them.

"Once again Monsieur you are to be applauded for your honesty," she continued. "As I am sure will be obvious I am almost completely helpless. I rely on these ladies for my every need." She moved her head and eyes to indicate the occupants of the chairs. "They will remain with us for the duration of your visit, and may give instructions on my behalf, if I am personally not able. You must obey any request or instruction without question or hesitation, is that clear?"

"I fully understand Madam," he replied.

"Good. Then I think we may proceed. Claudine, please remove my robe if you will."

One of Madam's assistants approached the couch as Michael's heart pounded.

She opened the robe, lifted Madam forward, and removed it, carefully laying Madam back on the cushions. She then sat beside her. His senses reeled for a moment. Being a congenital amputee she was totally armless and legless, no scars, not even the small nubs of flesh sometimes found where the limbs should be. Her shoulders were smooth and rounded, and 'cushions' of flesh covered her pelvis where her hips would have been. He realized he had been staring rudely and clumsily apologized.

"Do not apologize Monsieur, that's why you are here, isn't it? If I did not wish you to look I would not be exposing myself to your gaze."

Her breasts were tattooed with stylized 'suns', here nipples forming the centres of the design, and down below her mons pubis was tattooed with intertwining stems and leaves which ended in lotus petals tattooed on her outer labia, giving her genitals the appearance of a flower in bloom.

"You may kiss my breasts, if you wish Monsieur." She invited.

Michael knelt and instinctively put out his hands to take the nearest, but Claudine laid a hand on his arm. "No Monsieur, you may only kiss Madam" she stated simply.

He took the nipple between his lips and held it, he began to caress it with his tongue expecting at any minute to be stopped, but he wasn't. When the nipple was firm and erect he turned his attention the other, which by now was similarly aroused.

"You may stimulate my clitoris with your tongue, if you wish Monsieur," Madam invited.

Michael found it all very clinical and formal, but he welcomed that, as he was aroused enough as it was, without any additional titillation. He left her nipples and probed the vagina with his tongue, he heard a soft moan then Claudine said. "You may caress Madam's breasts with your hands now if you wish Monsieur."

He needed no second bidding and gently felt for her breasts without taking his attention from her clitoris. After a few moments Claudine instructed him quite suddenly to stop. He did as ordered and raised himself upright.

Madam was laying, eyes closed and breathing deeply. After a few moments her eyes opened, and she mad eye-contact briefly. At some sort of signal, presumably with her eyes, Claudine left, only to return with a glass of what appeared to be fruit juice and held it for Madam to sip through a straw. She proffered a glass of the same to him.

Presumably refreshed, Madam turned her head toward him and spoke. "As will be obvious Monsieur, the options available to me when it comes to any form of foreplay are severely limited, I can however fellate you if you wish."

"I would like that very much indeed, Madam." Michael replied.

"Very well, but I insist on certain precautions. I am fastidious about hygiene, so I must ask you to shower, my assistants will help you. I also insist that you wear a condom which I will provide. Finally you must not attempt to ejaculate into my mouth. Even with a condom I find it extremely distasteful. I am aware that accidents can happen in the 'heat of the moment' shall we say, but if I suspect any deliberate attempt on your part,then you will be asked to leave immediately."

Michael thought a moment. Was it implicit in what she had just said that if he 'behaved himself' he would not be made to leave because there was more to follow?

"I understand Madam, and I will do everything in my power to comply with your wishes."

"Good. You may go and prepare yourself."

Michael followed two of Madam's assistants through a door into an en-suite bathroom. There they undressed and showered him, paying particular attention to his genitals, without making any attempt to arouse, not that he would have needed much! Once dry again, he was handed a robe similar to that which all the girls were wearing and led out through a door opposite the one through which they had entered. He found himself in a medium sized bedroom, with a bed in the centre, a chair beside it, and as in the previous room, chairs around the walls for Madam's assistants. Madam herself was laid on her back, naked, in the centre of the bed.

Madam turned her head toward him. "If you are ready Monsieur, we can proceed."

Once again Michael was struck by her and 'matter of factness' and, almost as if he were about to undergo a clinical procedure, devoid of any apparent emotion, certainly on her part. He donned the proffered condom and she continued in her sterile clinical manner.

"If you would join me on the bed and kneel over my face, with your feet toward the head of the bed and your penis over my mouth two of my aids will assist us from there."

He did as he was bid, and, looking between his legs he saw one of the girls take hold of his member at its base, whilst a second raised Madam's head.

He felt the first touch of her lips on his glans.

"Please lower your hips carefully Monsieur," instructed one of the girls.

As he lowered himself he saw and felt his penis slide into her mouth. When fully inside, a third girl placed pillows beneath Madam's head to help her maintain her position. She began to suck and massage him gently and exquisitely.

"You may massage Madam's clitoris with your tongue if you wish," announced one her helpers.

Michael's tongue explored between the lotus petals of her vagina, and finding its target began to work slowly. He heard Madam moan softly. All too soon he felt the desire to ejaculate, it almost caught him by surprise and he pulled himself away from her mouth. She let him go instantly as he ceased massaging her and raised his head, eyes closed, his every muscle straining to overcome the urge to climax. He succeeded, just, and began to relax.

"Thank you Monsieur, for your control, that could not have been easy for you, and I appreciate your effort to accede to my wishes. Would you like a few moments to relax, with a coffee perhaps?" Did he detect a sympathetic tone, a softening of her manner toward him?

Michael indicated his assent and seated himself in the chair beside the bed whilst one of Madam's assistant brought a coffee tray and a small table which she placed alongside. Apparently without instruction, two of the aids, until now seated against the wall, came forward and raised Madam from her prone position. Positioning themselves either side of her they raised her to a sitting position, supporting her with their hands behind her back, whilst they offered her sips of coffee from one of the small cups.

Once finished Madam turned to him: "Are you now more composed and relaxed Monsieur?" She asked.

"Yes thank you, Madam," he replied.

"Would you like to penetrate me?"

"That would be a privilege beyond my wildest dreams Madam," he replied heart pounding. He could feel his relaxed penis stirring in his loins just at the thought.

"Very well," she replied, with a slight nod to each of the assistants.

They each placed a free hand under each of her 'buttocks' and lifted her from the bed, still supporting her back. They withdrew about a metre, then Madam said to Michael:

"If you will position yourself, Monsieur, so that your upper body is laying upon the bed, with your knees bent over the edge and your feet flat on the floor, my assistants will take care of the rest."

"Like this Madam?" Michael asked as he got into position.

"Yes that is fine," she replied.

The assistant he knew as Claudine now, approached him with a dispenser of lubricant gel which she liberally applied to his penis, bringing him to almost full erection. She then applied more of the same gel to her mistress's vagina and returned to sit alongside him on the bed. The two assistants brought Madam toward him and gently lowered her toward his waiting penis, whilst Claudine guided it between her labia. He felt her slide downwards over him, then the soft pressure of the cushions of flesh covering her pelvis upon his lower abdomen. He groaned in ecstasy.

"If you will take a firm hold of my shoulders to support me, Monsieur, I will lean forward a little. It will be more comfortable I think."

He did as he was bid, and the two assistants released her. She was now sitting upon him, with him taking her weight on his arms. She began to rhythmically contract and relax her pelvic muscles, whilst at the same time rotating her pelvis slightly one way then the other. Eyes closed, he lay there and tried to absorb every detail of what was happening to him. All too soon, with a gasp he exploded inside her. She continued to move for a few seconds, then let out a low moan and was still. He opened his eyes and made contact with hers, a smile crossed her lips as she said:

"I think that concludes our appointment, Monsieur."

Her two assistants returned and gently lifted her from him. As they turned to carry her from the room she turned her head toward him.

"My assistants will help you dress Monsieur. Au revoir."

Claudine, still on the bed beside him, arose and fetched a box of tissue.

Removing the condom she massaged and squeezed the last of the ejaculate from his penis then cleaned him with slightly scented medicated wipes.

Once dressed she pressed a bell push on the wall beside the bed and a few moments later the business suited receptionist entered and led him back to the reception room he had used on his arrival.

"If you would like to help yourself to refreshments, Monsieur, I will return in a few minutes to complete the proceedings." About ten minutes later she returned bearing a small cardboard box about 15 cm by 8 cm by 1cm.

"Madam asked me to give you this as a small memento of your visit, and instructs me to tell you that any future application for an appointment will be favourably considered. The driver will now take you home."

Once in the curtained rear of the car he opened the box. It contained a fine leather note-case containing six high resolution colour prints. The first was Madam as he had first seen her, covered in her wrap, the second showed her naked. They had obviously been taken by hidden cameras. The third showed him sucking her nipples, whilst in the fourth he was on his knees performing cunnilingus upon her. In the fifth she was fellating him on the bed, and the sixth was taken at the moment of his climax whilst having intercourse with her.

Additionally there was a small business card which simply read "La Torse de Venus" followed by a phone number.

A couple of weeks later Michael picked up his post and noticed a credit card statement which he opened with some trepidation. Madam's fee was there, a not inconsiderable sum, but less than he feared, and well within his credit limit. He paused thoughtfully for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialled the number on the business card which had accompanied the photos. He recognized the voice of the receptionist on the other end of the line.

La Torse de Vénus 2

"Good morning Monsieur." The familiar voice greeted him. "The fact that you have accessed this number indicates that you have dealt with our client before. Our caller ID system has identified you as M... In order to confirm your identity could you please give me the first, third, and last numbers of your bank account as shown on our records?"

Michael did as he was bid.

"Thank you Monsieur. Now could you give me the two figures to the right of the decimal point, of the amount for which your account was debited for our clients services on..." and she followed with the date of his visit. "Thank you Monsieur for your co-operation, which I am sure you appreciate is a necessary precaution. Now, how may I help you?"

"I wish to use the services of your client again please, if that is possible." There was a moment's silence.

"Our client is available on..." and there followed a date and time. "I'm afraid no alternative can be offered."

Just like the first time he thought. Take it or leave it. Everything on Madam's terms. Nevertheless he accepted.

"Our driver will collect you as before. If for any reason whatsoever you are unavailable, your details will be removed from our records and the services of our client will no longer be available to you. Thank you for your inquiry Monsieur."

He heard the click as she replaced the receiver without waiting for a response. Whatever happened to 'He who pays the piper' he mused, then smiled to himself. Madam certainly had him 'Dancing to her tune' at the moment.

The evening before the 'big day' found Michael agitated and aroused by the thought of what he hoped was to come. He was worried that if he arrived in his present state of arousal he wouldn't get past 'first base'. He made a decision. He undressed and filled his bath. Having taken a long and detailed look at the photos with which he had been presented on his last visit so that the images were imprinted in his mind's eye, he entered the bathroom, lay back in the hot tub and relieved himself. The thought crossed his mind that, with his sexual appetite temporarily satisfied he would not be able to enjoy the pleasures which he knew Madam could offer, but he felt sure that the sight of her naked limbless body would have the desired effect.