These are the tales of a private agency which restores the equality of feminine individuals, by seeking out errant males and making them realise the error of their ways.

Detective Sparks arrived shortly after the forensic team had completed their tasks.  The body hanging there could be removed shortly.  He looked at the male corpse, bound hand and foot, the back and buttocks striped with red, a pair of woman’s panties hanging from a mouth which belonged to a now ashen grey face. He imagined this would have gone from purple to blue as the rope did its business.

 A pretty forensics team member scuttled about, retrieving her equipment, oblivious to the ghastly sight which hung above her. Sparks fired the question.

“So was it murder, or a bad BDSM night?”  The pretty blonde looked up at the dead meat and then to the detective, smiling.

“Not sure, but he sure had some fun before he went; in my experience, judging by the mess on the floor, he had his pleasure at least 3 times before he died.  One thing’s for certain; it wasn’t suicide.” Sparks gestured at the panties;

“Did they tell you anything?” The girl smiled, almost victoriously,

“Oh they were on a woman’s body before he ate them, if that’s what you mean; I’d say she’d got pretty excited too.” She giggled. Sparks didn’t smile back, he’d seen many a grisly murder before and knew forensics people just got on with it, but was astounded at her almost cruel mockery. She stood still and looked him in the eye, then winked.

“Maybe he had it coming to him; most men are animals after all.”  Sparks’ cock tingled at her words as he watched her shapely behind disappear down the hall.

Across town, another shapely rear was eased into a soft bed, followed by luxuriously long but weary legs which had just left the shower.  A slender hand picked up the phone by the bed. The pre-set number jingled through and a voice-mail announced; ‘Femme Equilibrium.co is closed at this hour, please leave a message and your contact after the tone, this is important to us and may be important to you.’ The tone buzzed;

“Hi, mission accomplished; the salesman’s wife can sleep easy now, I’ll be in about twelve.”  A soft face with long brown hair and blue eyes, nestled back on silken pillows and sheets, as her shapely body stretched in the comfort of the bed. She slept soundly, satisfied with her night’s work.

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