Best of Asian Erotica, Volume 2

For the avoidance of doubt and protection against disease, the Service Provider shall not engage in sexual activity with any person, male or female, other than the Client for the duration of the contract. It is explicitly agreed that the Service Provider will not entertain any person at the Client’s home address, male or female, will not make noise or in any way disturb the Client’s peace and quiet which he requires for his work, will not complain in any way about the Client’s behaviour, manners, living habits, snoring, masturbation, taste in music, drinking, use of recreational drugs, involvement with other women, or, generally, assume in any way, manner or form the rights or privileges of a wife.

3. Either party may terminate this Agreement by providing seven days notice to the other party.

Signed:

Penelope Smith (Service Provider)

Michael James Hope (Client)

When he dashed in again that night, he said, ‘Still here then?’

She showed him what she had written, expecting a laugh, or a snigger, or at least some sign of humour. Instead he nodded, took out a pen and signed.

When he gave her the pen, she signed as well.

2

All went according to plan. She thought of him as an over-sexed robot, but was able to tolerate the arrangement mostly because he was out of the house for at least twelve hours a day, working the phones and the email from tax-exempt Gibraltar, and thinking up more stupid ideas for making money out of still more stupid people. At night, she stayed in her room watching DVDs and Sky TV. When he wanted her, he called her on the house intercom. When he was finished, she went back to her own bed.

She came to understand the reference to drugs in the contract. He used some kind of speed while he was at work, and in the evenings when he wanted to slow down he used some kind of muscle relaxant. And, of course, like all good geeks, he loved marijuana. On Friday nights, he would take something stronger: a morphine-based tranquilizer which made him almost catatonic. His penis was the only organ still functioning. He would lie on his back with a deeply smug look on his face and tell her what he wanted in a hoarse whisper.

Even the bondage and flagellation were not as humiliating as she’d expected. That was because she was a tad partial to both, so long as they were done right. She’d once had a boyfriend who was adept at making a girl horny. He had whispered in her ear, whilst working her clitoris, about how he was going to tie her up to a tree and rape her; make her meet him in a dark alley wearing only a raincoat and have her against a rough brick wall; put her on all fours and whip her while he plunged deep inside her. In the event, he had done none of these things, perhaps because the stories and the finger work made her come in less than five minutes-but the seeds had been sown.

So when the Robot decided it was time to enforce that part of the contract, she wasn’t too fearful. She was surprised he had the good taste to purchase thick velvet bonds with which he tied her hands and feet to the bed-she had been afraid thin nylon string would leave telltale marks. With all responsibility for everything taken from her shoulders, she found she could relax while he plunged away. Not for very long, though, the process raised such a stalk on him, he was finished in minutes.

The flagellation was the same, only more so. It seemed to her she had hardly roused herself to get on all fours and receive a half dozen tentative slaps with the whip-not more than harsh caresses really-when he expired in a heap and called for his dope. It was, of course, the state of dominance he craved. He was a control freak but not a violent man at all.