Pamela Anne Lin sat up, a surprised expression on her face.

What was she doing in bed?

Last she remembered, she was heading home from the club, having met up with her friends.

She looked around. Weird. This wasn’t her bedroom. Also, whose clothes were they…!

Shaking her head, she slid out of bed. She held the nightdress she was wearing in one hand, staring at it. She didn’t recognise it, either.

Things only got more confusing as she opened the door. Nothing looked familiar. Wait, that picture on the wall did, but it wasn’t hanging there before, it was in her living room at home. At the same time, she heard someone behind her…

“Pammie! Love, what are you doing out of bed? The doctor told you to rest…”

She spun round and nearly fell over.

“Who the hell are you…?”, she asked, in a shaky voice, surprised at the fact she had a slight lisp.

“It’s me, Tim”, the man answered. “Pammie, you’re scaring me…”

Pam started backing away from him.

“No… no… this is all wrong…”

With a moan, her legs gave way. Tim just managed to catch Pam as she collapsed…

When Pam next awoke, she was back in bed. Tim was sitting in a chair next to her, with a young girl on his lap.

“Mummy, you’re awake!”, squeaked the girl. Tim also smiled and reached over to hold Pam’s hand.

Pam flinched and pulled away, turning away from them.

“Mum, what’s wrong?”, came the child’s plaintive wail. “Daddy, what’s wrong with her?”

“It’s all right, kiddo, mum’s just not feeling well”, said Tim. “You nip off and play in your room for a minute and I’ll talk to her. Only for a minute, I’ll call you back in when I’ve had a chat.”

“Ok, daddy…”, the girl said, miserably, and she slowly went out of the door and back to her room. The door closed quietly behind her.

“Now, what’s all this about?”, asked Tim. “You seemed to be ok last night, but a little confused. The doctor did tell me you might have the occasional memory problems after the accident, but I wasn’t expecting anything like this…”

Pam slowly turned back over. “I don’t remember anything about an accident, or much else, come to that. What accident…?”

“There’s no easy way to tell you”, said Tim, “I’ll just have to show you. Please, come with me…”

Tim held his hand out. Shaking, Pam took it. Tim helped her out of bed, and led her over to the mirror…

Pam looked in the mirror, then just screamed, and cried over and over….

Her face looked nothing like it had before. She was completely bald, and there were fading scars over the right side of her face, running up over her head. Her mouth was frozen on that side, only moving on the left, so it looked really weird when she smiled or frowned…

“No… no…. no!”, she shrieked, punching the mirror. She then keeled over, Tim catching her as she fell. Tim held her, then gently put her back into bed.

“It happened a year ago”, he said, when she came round. “Just after we got married. Some idiot jumped the lights and rammed into our car, on the passenger side. I was thrown clear, but you weren’t so lucky…”

He swallowed heavily, then continued.

“It took them three hours to stabilise you, but by then there was permanent nerve damage, as well as the scarring from the burns…”

He reached for Pam again and this time she didn’t pull away, letting him hold her.

“That’s also why you keeled over in the hall and just then. Any time you panic, or get uptight, you pass out. Nobody knows why. They just think it’s because of your injuries. It does mean, however, that you can never go anywhere unattended. You need to be either with me, or our carer, Jackie.”

Tim hugged Pam until she had cried herself out. To Pam, it was like the accident was happening all over again, as she couldn’t remember it…

After Pam had settled a bit, she said, “And… our daughter?”

“That’s Kim”, Tim said. “She’s mine from a previous ‘affair’ that didn’t come to anything, except for her. Her mum’s gone; she died from a drug overdose. She’s also very much in love with you and is quite happy that you are ‘mummy’. I introduced you to her quite early on and you were really taken with each other.”

“Speaking of Kim are you ok now if I call her back in?”, Tim asked. “She’s probably getting quite worried on her own in her room…?”

Pam nodded, so Tim went to the door and called Kim back in.

Kim came in and, before she could stop herself, shot across the room and flew into Pam’s arms. Somehow, having this child snuggling up to her felt right, and Pam fell asleep again, still cuddling Kim…

The next morning, Pam decided that she needed to get up. She was going nuts staying in bed all the time, and she also wanted to have a look around. As far as she was concerned, this was a new place she was staying in, and she wanted to explore it. She also wanted to find out more about her missing time…

She slowly moved around the room, looking into all the drawers and cupboards. Putting together an outfit that she felt comfortable in, she began to dress.

Five minutes later, her loud curse of frustration made Tim come running.

“I can’t even button up a blouse!”, she cried. “My right hand won’t stop shaking when I try. I didn’t need a bra, so that wasn’t a problem, but I want to wear a blouse!!”

Tim hugged her, then helped her to do up the blouse. He also then held her steady as she stepped into a skirt and zipped it up.

At the same time, there came a knock on the door downstairs, followed by someone letting herself in.

“It’s only me!”, came the call up the stairs. At the same time, Kim squeaked “It’s Auntie Jackie!”

“We’re up here, Jackie”, called Tim. “Don’t tell me, you don’t remember her either…?”

Pam shook her head.

“Ok, let me introduce you again”, said Tim, smiling.

Jackie entered the room. She was a statuesque six-foot tall blonde, with an amazing smile and a bubbly personality. She was also built like a tank…!

“Pam, this is our carer, Jacquelina Orsova. Jackie, Pam…”

Jackie came over and peered at Pam, quizzically. “We not need introductions again. You know me, yes?”, she said, in her stilted Russian accent.

“Sorry, no”, said Pam.

“I can soon take care of that”, said Jackie. Before Tim could stop her, she picked up Pam, stood her up, and kissed her fully on the lips.

Pam, to her own amazement, smiled. “That was not altogether unpleasant…”, she said. She then kissed Jackie back, to Tim’s surprise.

“Sorry”, Pam said. “Reflex action…”

Jackie smiled as well. She then turned to Tim.

“You, work”, she said. “Take Kim to summer school on your way. I’ll see to Pam.”

Tim mock saluted, said “Yes Ma’am” to Jackie, and shot out.

“Can’t take him anywhere”, said Jackie. “You now need help finishing dressing, yes?”

Pam smiled and the next five or ten minutes were spent by Jackie putting on Pam’s makeup and straightening her clothes.

Pam, still uncertain about what she was feeling, asked Jackie a question…

“How long have we been sleeping with each other…?”

“Oh, ages, little one”, Jackie said. “Ever since Tim organised it for you…”

“He knows?!”, squeaked Pam.

“Of course. He sleeps with me as well. Sometimes it’s all three of us. You could say I’m part of family.”

Pam chuckled quietly to herself. Perhaps some things about this new reality weren’t too bad…!

The rest of the day went fairly well. Pam was still very unsteady on her pins, having to walk with a stick, but she got on quite well. Jackie had picked up about her memory loss and took her on a tour of her own home, showing her where everything was. Then came the problem…

Pam was sitting in the living room, while Jackie was making tea in the kitchen. She heard a crash, and came running…

Pam was curled up into a ball on the sofa, crying her eyes out. The glass vase off of the coffee table was in pieces on the floor…

“What’s wrong, little one?”, Jackie said, cuddling her.

“I can’t write any more…!”, wailed Pam. “I can’t hold my hand still enough…!”

Jackie held her as she sobbed. She then explained to Pam that she had taught herself to write with her left hand, as the nerves in her right were damaged.

Pam tried, Jackie holding her as she did so.

To her amazement, she could read what she had written! Eagerly, she grabbed the paper and pen and carried on writing, as Jackie cleaned up the mess she had made.

“Sorry about that”, Pam said, still writing, “I’m just finding all this so frustrating, especially having to learn about it all over again…”

“Don’t worry, little one”, said Jackie. “It all come out in wash.”

Jackie, having cleaned up, leant over the back of the sofa and started massaging Pam’s shoulders.

“Physio time”, she said, but she had a smile on her face.

“You keep doing that, I’ll start purring…”, said Pam. “Good…”, Jackie replied, leaning down and kissing her.

One thing led to another and, soon after, Pam and Jackie were back in bed. Pam, still feeling fragile, loved snuggling up in a ball, with Jackie wrapped around her. She didn’t need sex, as such, just to be comforted, and Jackie knew exactly how to do that.

That was why it really surprised her when she felt a finger in a highly personal place…!

Pam shivered, but it was from excitement, not cold or fear.

“Please…”, she said, quietly.

Jackie obliged…

“You’re moaning way too loud”, Jackie said. “Neighbours may talk…”

She reached into a drawer…

To Pam’s amazement, Jackie fitted her with a penis gag…

Pam heard the click as Jackie closed the padlock.

“There”, she said. “Now we play…”

Pam moaned hard into her gag as Jackie played with her. Jackie had fitted herself with a strap-on as well and was now gently but firmly pushing herself into Pam. Pam had just reached out to grip on to something, anything, as Jackie entered her, and had grasped Jackie’s breasts as tightly as she could.

Jackie was also moaning now, quietly, but even as she did, she noticed that Pam’s right hand wasn’t shaking…

Pam came violently, screaming into her gag. She then collapsed against Jackie, who hugged her tightly.

“That’s the little one I remember”, Jackie said, contentedly…

Jackie helped Pam have a shower, after; perversely, she made Pam keep the gag on and refused to unlock it.

At the same time, Tim came in from work, for lunch.

To Pam’s amazement, he just kissed her on the gag, not commenting about it at all. He just smiled at Jackie…

“Come on”, he said, “Let her out. She’s got to eat sometime…”

“This not fun”, said Jackie. “This part of training. She learning about loss of control.”

She did, however, unlock and remove Pam’s gag.

Pam coughed and swallowed. “What the hell…! When did I get into that sort of thing??”

“Almost when you met me”, said Jackie. “You like giving up control. You submissive.”

“Interesting thing”, said Jackie. “When you really happy or relaxed, shakes go away.”

“My hand stopped shaking?”, said Pam, amazed. “How?”

“Not know”, said Jackie. “It very obvious, though. Grip tight on both breasts…!”

She pulled her top down and showed both Pam and Tim the red marks.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry…!”, said Pam, horrified.

“Don’t be, little one”, said Jackie. “Liked it.”

“I’ve got to get back to work”, said Tim. He then looked at Jackie.

“Don’t play too rough, she’s still weak”, he said.

“I know. Am professional carer”, said Jackie, with a meaningful look at Tim.

Tim, suitably chastised, slinked off out the door and back to work.

“Sometimes he forget who wears trousers”, said Jackie, smiling…

Jackie hadn’t always been a carer.

Madame Jacquelina Orsova, or just Madame J, had been a professional dominatrix in one of her ‘previous lives’. That was before she had met Tim and Pam. She had become good friends with them, as well as Kim.

Then there had been the accident. Pam almost dying had made her ask some hard questions, especially about herself and her life choices.

Jackie had walked away from her successful work as a domme, and had moved in with Tim and Pam, using the small gatehouse at the bottom of the garden as both her office and where she now lived. Tim now paid her enough to cover the bills, and she still had her own free time and freedom. Also, she’d never been so happy, or in love.

The only problem, really, was she was in love with both of them, Pam and Tim…

It was Tim that had come up with the solution, nine months ago…

“Be our carer”, he said, when they were lying in bed one night while Pam was being treated in hospital. “Pam now needs help 24/7, and I need to get back to work, or I’ll lose my job. I was going to have to hire one anyway. This means you can come and go, be around as often as you want, and get all your bills paid.”

“Oh, so be kept woman?”, Jackie said, mock indignantly.

“No, gainfully employed”, said Tim. “It’ll even all go through the books, so it will be all above board. You’ll also have an allowance, but don’t tell me you’ve saved nothing from your ‘previous employment’…!”

Jackie hugged him, tightly. “Would be glad to accept…!”

“Can’t… breathe…!”, Tim said. Jackie quickly let him go, and they both laughed together.

Jackie started the following day. Pam was ecstatic when she found out…!

Then came the day that nobody had planned for. Kim had woken up in the night, as kids do, wanting the toilet and a drink. She then walked in on Jackie and Tim in bed together.

“Daddy! How could you!”, she cried, storming out.

“Should have said something sooner”, was Jackies unhelpful response.

Pam was dropped back from hospital, to find Kim alone and crying in the front room. Desperately trying to not get wound up, so she didn’t pass out, she went over and sat with Kim, who threw her little arms around her.

“What’s wrong, kitten??”, Pam asked.

“It’s Daddy”, Kim said. “I found him in bed with Auntie Jackie…”

“They’re trying to replace you, because you’re broken”, she said. “They can’t! I don’t want you to go. I love you…!”

Kim dissolved into a sobbing heap, crying her eyes out as Pam hugged her…

As Pam hugged Kim, Tim and Jackie, both dressed, slowly came into the room.

Before they could say anything, Pam tilted Kim’s face toward her.

“Dry your eyes, kitten”, she said. “This is difficult for me, too, but it’s necessary…”

She went on to explain to the quietly whimpering girl that she wasn’t going anywhere but, as Kim quite rightly said she was ‘broken’, she couldn’t give daddy some of the things that he wanted, so she was letting Jackie act on her behalf, as a carer for daddy.

“I know daddy is sleeping with Auntie Jackie”, Pam said. “I gave him permission. Also, do you want to know a secret?”

Kim nodded, wide-eyed.

“Auntie Jackie sleeps with me occasionally, as well. It is all part of the care. It helps me with coping.”

“Ooo…”, said Kim, her eyes still wide. “So, you’re not mad with daddy? You’re not going to leave?”

“Not at all”, said Pam. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

“At school, Natalie Stimpson’s mum walked out on her, because her daddy slept with someone else.”, Kim said, quite innocently. There was a collective gasp around the room.

Jackie came over and knelt in front of Kim.

“Are you still angry with me?”, she asked.

“Not now, but I wish someone could have told me”, she said.

“So, are we still friends?”, Jackie asked, holding her arms out.

“Yes!”, squeaked Kim, jumping into Jackie’s arms. At the same time, Tim sat next to Pam and hugged her.

Pam had been thinking about all of this, and she motioned for Kim to come back over.

“I’m going to tell you this now, in front of everyone”, she said. “Now, don’t be scared, this is just a ‘what if’, OK?”

Kim nodded.

“If anything happens to me, Auntie Jackie will be staying with Tim. You are to be as respectful and well behaved to her as if it was me, do you understand? If I’m gone, if I get too broken for the doctors to mend me, you are to treat Jackie as part of the family. OK?”

“Yes, mum”, Kim said, quietly. “Thank you for telling me.”

The whole family (including Jackie) then hugged in a big ball…

The atmosphere seemed to change after that night, for the better.

Kim’s records at school were updated to show that Pam, Tim or Jackie could collect her (not just Tim).

One day, however, Jackie was coming to collect Kim, when she heard some shouting. Some other children were bullying Kim, as they’d found out about Pam and her handicap.

“You’ll never have a real mother caring for you!”, they said.

Then Jackie walked up…

Jackie put two fingers in her mouth and let out an ear-splitting whistle.

Kim smiled and sprinted over to Jackie, who promptly picked her up.

Sitting Kim on her shoulders, Jackie just smiled at the other girls.

Kim had never seen them run so fast. Within seconds, the area was empty except for her and Jackie.

“I’m reporting this”, said Jackie, “and I won’t let you talk me out of it.”

Jackie was very protective of anyone she cared about, and Kim certainly fell into that category…

The incident at school made Kim even more comfortable around Jackie; she told Pam all about it when she got back. Pam had also been talking to the headmistress on the telephone as she informed Pam about Jackie’s report. She assured her that there would be no repeat of the incident; it was something the school heavily frowned upon.

It was only after Jackie took Kim out to play that Pam dissolved in a heap…

“I can’t even look after my own child anymore”, she wailed. “What use am I…?”

This was the incident that tipped her over the edge, and Jackie and Kim knew nothing about it.

Pam went up to the spare room, got the bed ready, then went to bed there.

Jackie and Kim came back in from the garden.

“Pam!”, Jackie called. “Hospital transport is here.”

No answer.

“Pam?”, Jackie called again.

Still no answer.

Telling Kim to ‘wait here!’ Jackie went upstairs.

The bedroom was empty. So was the bathroom, and Kim’s bedroom.

Jackie then went into the spare room.

Pam was lying there, in bed, staring at the wall.

“Pam?”

“Get out.”

“Pam?”

“GET OUT!!”

“No. I won’t!”, Jackie said, sitting on the end of the bed.

To her amazement, Pam kicked her off, using her good leg.

“GET OUT!!”, she shouted again.

Jackie, hurt and shocked, went out of the door, closing it behind her.

Kim, shaking, was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“What’s wrong with mummy…?” she said…

Pam didn’t go into hospital that day, nor the next.

She didn’t come out of the room; Tim tried to talk to her and got the same treatment as Jackie. Kim, she just ignored completely…

Meals were just left until they got cold.

Pam never turned the light on; the bulb had blown ages ago and was one of the things to be sorted out sometime. It wasn’t a high priority as it was the spare room, which was only used during the day.

After Pam had been in there for the second night, Jackie had had enough.

“I’m supposed to be carer”, she said. “I’m going to care.”

Tim had no idea what Jackie was going to do. He hadn’t gone to work since Pam had started like this, but he at the same time felt so helpless.

“Tim, take Kim to work with you”, Jackie said. “Will call when problem solved.”

Tim knew better than to argue with Jackie, so he did. Kim enjoyed her workdays, so she didn’t need much convincing, even though she was worried about her mum…

Once everyone had left, Jackie undressed and put her clothes in a neat heap on the sofa.

She then marched up the stairs and into the spare room.

Before Pam could say anything, she picked her up and carried her bodily into the shower.

“What the… Get off of me… what…”, Pam tried to say.

Jackie undressed her completely, gently but firmly.

“You smell. You need wash!”, she said.

Pam had wet herself in bed, as she hadn’t even been bothered to go to the toilet.

Still supporting Pam, Jackie turned on the shower.

She then spent the next few minutes washing Pam, back and front.

Pam couldn’t help it. Despite still feeling down, Jackie was turning her on…

She kissed Jackie. Jackie kissed her back, and things just went from there…

There were some very inventive uses for a shower curtain…

After cleaning both off, Jackie sorted out fresh clothes for both of them (she kept a spare set of hers in the bedroom, ‘just in case’…!).

“God, I needed that”, said Pam.

“Yes, you damn well did”, said Jackie. “You need brains fucked out…!”

Pam laughed and Jackie soon joined in…

The two then got dressed and went downstairs. Pam even let Jackie re-arrange her hospital appointments, also letting her tell them about her depression.

“They understood perfectly”, she said, getting off the phone. “They say it’s quite common in these cases. They wanted me to assure you that it gets better.”

Jackie called Tim, and he and Kim came straight home. They both saw Pam sitting up, smiling and hugged her.

“You’re all giving me hope”, Pam said. “And, because of that, and my hospital visits, I can now do this…”

She got up, then walked around the room, without using her stick. The others all gasped…

“This doesn’t mean we don’t need you, Jackie”, she said. “Quite the opposite, in fact. You are now my Physio instructor, as well…”

The next hospital visit, Jackie came too…

While they were at the hospital, one of the nurses was going to explain the therapy to them.

“Unfortunately”, she said, “our instructor is themselves off sick at the moment, ironically. I can only give you an outline.”

“Which sections do you want us to cover?”, Jackie suddenly said.

“Oh, er… Sections 5,8 and 9”, the nurse said.

“So, you’re concentrating on the Pelvis and the Spine”, said Jackie, with no trace of her Russian accent.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Never did like 9b too much, it’s unreliable”, said Jackie. “I’ll use 10a instead.”

The nurses mouth dropped open.

“There’s only one person that knew that”, she said.

“Hi”, said Jackie, with a smile, holding out a hand. “Doctor Jacquelina Orsova, at your service.”

It turned out that, as well as her time as a dominatrix, Jackie had been a heavily qualified Physiotherapist and wrote or revised most of the NHS guides.

Now she knew what therapy was needed, as well as when to do it, Pam didn’t need to go to hospital every day anymore. Jackie could handle her therapy; she would only need to go in once a week for review and any needed neurological scans.

“I sometimes get a bit inventive with 8b”, Jackie whispered into Pam’s ear.

Later that evening, Pam found out what Jackie meant. The gag had to come out again…

Luckily, Kim had gone to bed for the night, so it didn’t look too weird Pam walking round the house gagged. She had refused to let Jackie taking it off, explaining in writing it was her ‘comfort blanket’. Jackie had responded by locking it on her, so that was that.

When Tim came in from work late, Jackie was on the sofa, Pam curled up on her lap, still gagged. Tim just raised an eyebrow, then went into the kitchen to get himself supper…

The three then went to bed together…

Next morning, apart from a little confusion where Tim found himself wearing Pam’s knickers and Pam was sporting Tim’s boxers (which gave Jackie a good laugh) Tim got dressed and took Kim to work with him.

He didn’t let her into their bedroom first because Pam was still wearing the gag…

Pam headbutted Jackie, then motioned about exercises.

“You insatiable, you know that?”, said Jackie, her Russian accent back. She then carted Pam into the spare room.

“I show you something!”, she said.

The spare room had been converted into a gym, for Pam’s Physio. Jackie had single-handedly built a version of the hospital Physiotherapy suite in the room. She’d even fixed the light bulb…!

Pam and Jackie spent the day in there, exercising (amongst other things…!).

Pam got stronger and stronger. She no longer needed her stick at all (which cheered her up immensely).

A letter came through from the hospital; however, it was addressed to Jackie.

Jackie opened the letter, read it, then laughed…

“The hospital have offered me job”, she said. “Department head, Physiotherapy. I have good qualifications. Suspect CRB check would cause a few issues, though. They may not want a Physiotherapist that is also a sex therapist…!”

Jackie, chuckling quietly, threw the letter in the bin.

Pam, however, fished it back out.

“Don’t know if you don’t try”, she said, handing the letter back to Jackie after she made a note of the number.

Before Jackie could say no, she rang the hospital admin, then passed Jackie the phone.

“Good luck”, she said, sneaking off.

With an ‘I’ll kill you later’ look, Jackie spoke to the hospital. To her amazement, she found out that they had already run the check and it had come up clear. As she had been properly registered as a sex therapist and no adverse reports had been received, she was clear to accept the position if she wished. Indeed, the person on the other end said they were desperate for her to start, as they had been unable to find cover for the person that was ill.

Shrugging her shoulders, Jackie agreed to go in…

When she got back, four hours later, she was wearing a hospital administrators uniform, and she looked really smart and professional. Her long hair was done up in a bun, neatly in place, and she was wearing a really elegant pair of black gloves.

“I didn’t know gloves were part of the uniform”, Pam said, chuckling. “You look amazing…!”

“These gloves aren’t”, Jackie said. “They’re for strangling you with and getting away with it, for making me go in in the first place.”

“Eek!”, said Pam, swiftly making herself scarce as fast as she could manage…

Doctor Jacquelina Orsova, now the Physiotherapy administrator, smiled as she walked through ‘her’ department (it still felt weird thinking of it like that).

There had been one or two mild ‘incidents’, where some of her sex therapy customers had come in for treatment, but they had been happy to see her, and quite willing to do everything she wanted…!

She still spent a lot of time with Pam and Tim; because of the time of her shifts, she could also collect Kim from playgroup.

 The hospital was really happy with her, in many ways; she was invited to sit on the board while she was there, and she helped rewrite some of the procedures. Her analytical mind was back full swing, helping wherever she could.

When Pam came in for her weekly checks, it was Jackie now that carried them out.

Pam, Tim, Kim and Jackie lived happily ever after…