THE ALCHEMIST

It was the late 1800’s, England.  I had seen an ad for an assistant to a renowned alchemist.  He was highly regarded, although his methods were often thought to be crude & unconventional.  Not much was known about his personal life, as he kept himself hidden most of the time in a secluded cottage outside of town, embedded in the foggy moors.  The ad had said not much more than “…loyal woman needed to assist with highly secretive experiments…no questions asked…discretion a must!  Will be very well compensated.”  Well, with my father having just passed, & with no finances to help care for my sickly mother, I knew I had to do something to remedy the situation…no matter how unconventional.

I showed up in the dark & gloom at his front door, he looked me up & down, & without even asking my name, he invited me in.  No sooner had I entered his laboratory, than he shoved some sort of cocktail elixir in my hand & demanded I, “drink this.”  I was hesitant to comply…but when the thought of my ailing mother ran through my mind, I quickly guzzled in down.  The elixir didn’t render me unconscious, but rather, made me lightheaded & compliant, as if I had just been hypnotized.  He asked me to stand & he began to undress me, removing all but my corset panties & boots.  Then he had me lie on the bed where he began to tie me down.  My wrists were roped above me at the top of the bed, & my ankles tied crossed beneath me.  Then he pulled a rope taut between the delicate folds of my cunt which he attached to the ceiling.  He grabbed a notebook & pen, & then began scribbling copious notes as he just sat there watching me, observing how I responded to the now pleasurable rope sliding between my legs.  He stopped writing, only long enough to change my bound position, before going back to recording these libidinous observations.  For some reason, I found myself enjoying assisting him in this manner, & quickly decided that this assistant position was truly made for me. 😉