Madame Yvette Blanchard had not felt so happy for a very long time, if ever beforehand. And just why was that; a not unreasonable question it must be said? Because she was burying her late husband. Yes, Jean Paul Blanchard, the well-known highly successful businessman, was being laid to rest, after an entirely avoidable helicopter accident, that had claimed the lives of everybody on board. Meaning a large, yes VERY large indeed, payout from the responsible parties’ insurers was coming the way of the widow. Combined with the sale of what would now be HER shares in the business, for whom she already had two potential suitors offering far more than the ‘traditional’ market value in order to purchase, would result in Yvette becoming a VERY wealthy woman, one who would NEVER have to worry about money matters again, for her entire life.
You see, Madame Blanchard had not always been in such an advantageous position in life. Born in ‘the gutter’ as it were, to drug addict parents who were financially ‘challenged’ in the most extreme terms, she’d used her stunning good looks to drag herself up the social ladder. And therefore, Yvette had become the ‘trophy wife’ of Monsieur Blanchard.
And there were a lot worse positions in life that Yvette could have found herself in, believe me. Jean Paul Blanchard was neither cruel or indisposed towards his spouse, and was VERY passionate in bed, with a high skill level when it came to the ‘pleasures of the flesh,’ to match.
Jean Paul’s generosity towards his wife had been at a magnitude to match his considerable sexual prowess, now Yvette found herself adorned in the luxurious products of the VERY top designers and fashion houses, with naturally the most expensive and delightful raw materials being used. Of silk, satin, leather and other EXPENSIVE constituents, Yvette’s clothes now were ALL from the TOP drawer.
And his gifts towards her didn’t just extent to her clothes, Yvette had always fancied driving around Paris in an open-top Ferrari sports-car, now she did so. Oh yes, her life together with Jean Paul Blanchard had MANY advantages.
But also, some degree of cost. For Yvette was never FREE, free to be ‘her.’ Sure, as stated earlier, Monsieur Blanchard was a decent, honest man who treated Yvette with kindness and love. But EVERYTHING was done HIS way, this was a man who was utterly used to getting his own way in life. To such an extent that it had become completely ‘normal,’ as said it was never intentional or deliberate that Yvette’s own wishes were simply, ‘cast aside.’ But, nevertheless, they WERE! Yvette had pure and simply become the, VERY well dressed of course, ‘fashion accessory’ on her spouse’s arm.
Or tied in inescapable bondage to his bed, ready for HIM to ravish HER just how HE chose, and for AS LONG as HE wanted! Again, he was never cruel or uncaring, and his general high skills at sex ensured that she DID very much enjoy these sessions that he subjected her to, and the resulting climaxes that often occurred, but they were ALWAYS conducted to HIS tune!
Because he refused, point blank, to even entertain the idea of him being his wife’s carnal captive for once, despite her growing desires to try things in that orientation, if just the one time. Which, of course, only had the natural result of said desires rising to such a level as to become a REAL problem for Yvette.
However, her life changed beyond recognition THAT day, when as normal Jean Paul had kissed her goodbye, left their luxury apartment, only to NEVER return. After the VERY high-ranking Police Officers had called, to inform her of her husband’s demise, Yvette KNEW things would never be the same again. Now she was free, with all the prestige of the ‘Blanchard’ name and reputation, not to mention the wealth, fully available to her, but without the actual presence of Jean Paul dictating matters, HER life could REALLY begin!
One thing in particular here, needs to be considered. Despite her lowly start in life, Yvette was NO fool, despite of, or even possibly because of, that poor social status that she’d been forced to ‘carry’ on her early life. For Yvette was FULLY ‘streetwise,’ a trait completely ‘honed’ by that poor start in life. Hence, following Jean Paul’s death she did NOTHING rash, every move was fully considered and thought through. Meaning that when ALL of the dust had finally settled, Yvette was fully ensconced within a VERY comfortable position indeed.
By now she owned outright several properties utterly, no mortgages to have to worry about, including the complete central Paris apartment block where she spent most of her days, her own flat within being the top floor ‘penthouse suite’ of course. Yes, she also possessed several other homes within France, many being outside of the Capital City, including a full ‘Chateau,’ but Yvette loved the cosmopolitan life and the ‘buzz’ of Paris.
And the fact that she could NOW indulge in ‘bondage sex’ but with HER in charge now. Many a time Yvette would ‘dress herself to the nines,’ venture out to a local bar or café, and there seduce a young man, or occasionally a young lady, Yvette could work BOTH ways, into the awesome power of her considerable sexuality. For she was still fairly young, being only in her mid-thirties, her natural stunningly sexy looks totally backed up by the Blanchard name, prestige and wealth.
Back in her own ‘lair’ Yvette would then fully capture her prey, tying or chaining them inescapably to her bed, where she indulged herself at their expense, taking just what SHE wanted from them, before untying them and releasing them back into the city’s hinterland. But, if it WAS true that Yvette USED her captives for her OWN pleasure, just that like her late husband she was NOT cruel or vicious at all. And, let’s face it, many of them ENJOYED just what Yvette subjected them to. Sex without any emotional ‘strings’ at all then? JUST PERFECT!