Early one Monday morning outside a county sign of the zodiac in the English people 'Home Counties'

Driving missy Jones.

She wore a footling yellow attire, so short that it barely reached her stocking tops. Her yearn blonde hair needed combing. She looked like she was half departed, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an hour late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the long flying of stone footprint towards the car just before seven.

'' You 're late, '' I said brusquely, and paused insolently before I added,
'' madam. ``

'' You can cut out the funnies Henderson, '' she said, `` Got any Asprin, my header is banging like an oasis concert. ``

'' In your bag Madam, '' I suggested, but she did n't possess it, nor her overnight typesetter's case, `` Which room ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't fuck, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` Bedroom ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about 20 four possible rooms, in the imposing nation mansion where she had crashed for the night.

I sprinted up those endocarp steps and hurtled through the room access, `` Oi servant 's entrance ! '' Higgins the butler ordered.

'' misfire Jones cases ? '' I asked.

'' Servants entrance. '' he repeated, `` Chauffeurs enter through the servants entrance. ``

'' Do you really take a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because Miss Mother Jones needs her grip and overnight caseful right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to work them out. ``

I suppose I was rather emphatic, but I never touched him, he took two steps back and tripped to straggle inelegantly across the expensive rug at bottom of the imposing main staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to wax the stair two treads at a time.

'' third gear on the right do n't disturb. '' he said almost apologetically as he struggled to stand up.

tierce on the right was a can, and, as I flung it wide unfold I found the next room was peeress Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really sustain bolted her door, and then I never would possess caught that fleeting glance of the way her naked bay window bulged without her corset, and her breasts sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the door shut again before she could scream, but of course she had seen me, and my night Chauffeurs uniform let her name me in a break up sec. The succeeding door was worse, Lord Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, nothing to be gallant of really but with a beer belly like his I 'm surprised he could actually see it, perhaps that 's why he was looking in the mirror !

I shut his door quietly, a woman in a sexy french amah costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an unattractive plate counties burr and I realised she was actually a genuine fille de chambre and not a ageing tart.

'' The cleaning lady, Miss Bobby Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked space, `` The tart in the yellow dress ? '' I offered.

'' Oh yes, this one third on the right. '' she said. To any normal individual it was fourth on the leftfield but this was Northamptonshire so logic went out of the windowpane, and she opened the room access with her key.

'' I say ! '' a rather tousled Danton True Young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, God Almighty Baxter 's eldest son, and inheritor, `` power have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with twin trails of powder across it as carefully as his trembling fingers would reserve, `` What you want ? ``

'' young lady John Luther Jones cases, '' I asked, he looked blank, `` Cassandra, flame tree. '' he looked lacuna, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' right, hit like a suddenly fish, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

'' pillowcase and grasp ! '' I demanded, but I had seen the grip already and her laptop on the dresser.

I grabbed the Laptop, an image of a little girl on a pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a pornography film, I marvelled at the little girl 's capacitance to have what looked like a telephony pole inside her for a disunited second, before I yanked out the broadband and charger principal and lug it all in its protective soft case.

'' That 's her work Laptop you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her typeface and realised her suit of clothes was missing. To my relief I found it hung neatly on the back of the sleeping accommodation door, so I folded it and put it away carefully.

Her clasp was beside the bed with all it 's contents strewn around, `` Insisted on me wearing a Johnny ! '' he explained, and added `` squawk ! '' as an afterthought as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the case and bag and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not good enough, damn retainer not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall cover you to your employer. ``

I knew his type from the army, cowardly small prick that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 fire in Iraq or IEDs in Helmand.

'' Very expert sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hand free to beat him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the Edward Durell Stone whole step outside, but managed to stay upright and I put the cases in the backrest of the car with Miss Jones.

'' In the the boot ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the driving buttocks and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel twirl, not that I did n't leave a pair of tyre rail all the way across the get at forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The chances of getting to the office by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut Cassie up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nisan Micra, doing 35 just round a slight breaking ball which I took at 90, I 'm trusted she shut her eyes but the grass verge was wide-eyed and I just slid down the interior on the grass like I knew what I was doing, whew.

The M1 is just inconceivable, but we were late so the traffic was even cloggy than common but there she was half asleep looking for all the world like last-place evenings whore on her way home to sleep the day away not the theatre director of European sales for a Major outside company.

It was a split second decision but the indoors lane was moving fastest so I eased the big black Chrysler across and suddenly the berth to the overhaul was right there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a disabled bay right by the door, grabbed her in one hand and her case in the other and bustled her into the peeress, and on into a disabled loo to the consternation of the ma'am there.

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zip fastener on her dress, it snagged, I pulled and the dress tore all the way down the back, her pantie and bra did n't equalise and they had to be yesterdays so I hauled them off her as well, she stood there in just her hold up stockings and heels.

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my intentions, `` Rape ! '' Any other time I might have noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat tummy and her shapely breasts from seeing her in a swimsuit but her waxed pubes were a surprise, I somehow expected a blonde beaver.

I found clean black panties and bra in her case, `` Rape ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too in use to care.

'' Hands ! '' I ordered and she put her hands through her bra shoulder strap, `` Pants ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the annulus and crown of her suit, `` Handkerchief, Pen. '' I ordered, `` rightfield go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two moment and then we were out and away, I saw security and the managing director hot basis it towards the loo as we left so it was a very secretive run thing.

'' My God ! '' she gasped, `` What the snake pit are you on ? ``

The parking warden was wandering across, but he was too slow, we were gone, down the on ramp at 70 and then bullying my way into the 30mph crawl towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

'' For gods sake do your physical composition properly you look like a strip-o-gram. '' I suggested, `` And I 'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the black guy, mid sixties, grey hair ? ``

'' You tore my dress off ! '' she said, `` My party attire ! ``

'' I 'll buy you another, '' I suggested.

'' It was a thousand Euros from City of Light ! '' she complained.

'' From a charity shop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to meander through traffic trying to get to the billet as quickly as possible, `` You better leave your laptop so I can wipe the hard drive. '' I suggested.

'' Oh, yes, password is m0r0n1c, two 0 and fig one, I think of you which reminds me. '' she said in a surprising admission that she realised she existed.

'' The mini bar 's empty ! '' she complained.

'' In the boot, '' I explained, `` You need a authorise head lady. ``

Somehow we were only xx arcminute late when she swept into the main entrance, at to the lowest degree as she emerged she looked like a twenty seven year old executive not a thirty seven year old hustler so it was n't too bad but enough to get a `` Please explain request, '' from Ted Norman, my `` honcho. ``

I had to park up and go to his authority, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a damned good job I did, one-half of it was illegal, the girl with the telephone set pole inside her was the least of it, and it was all saved, bondage, whipping, hogties, it seemed his lordship actually had a subscription to Hogties although I could n't conceive of Cassandra hogtied, well I could imagine it but I could n't think her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my thumb drive with a cleaner program but I copied the in conclusion few document in eccentric something went wrong, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, cookie, everything and overwrote it on the hard thrust as well. I would have downloaded a unanimous lot of trumpery to incubate it but the spot wi-fi would n't let me approach the Aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

I took the laptop computer to Cassandra 's helper, miss Miles Davis. `` What the hell happened ? '' she asked, `` The old man nearly had a fit ! ``

'' It 's a longsighted story, '' I explained non commitally.

The same thing did n't run on Ted Jessye Norman. `` What the hell happened ? '' he asked.

'' She was late ! '' I told him.

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until seven-spot fifteen and then you drove like a maniac. '' he said, `` And then there 's the divine service, parking in a invalid space and use of the Ladies eternal rest room. ``

'' Right ! '' I agreed.

'' And his Lordship has stated categorically that you are banned from his property, '' he continued, `` You walked in on his married woman in her night-robe apparently ? ``

'' No, no nightdress, '' I confirmed, `` aught at all. ``

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

'' She staggered out about seven, in yesterdays party attire, I had to feel her cause. ``

'' And the services ? '' he asked.

'' Sort of a quick alteration, otherwise no comment. '' agreed.

'' right field, well you comfortably hang around because the old man wants you sacked. '' he insisted.

Usually I did the pick up, then went house for the morning and then I came back either after lunch and took her on either a Gym run, or lawn tennis or something else equally important or else merely took her home, or where ever she needed to go.

Home was a near abandoned ship terraced house between a fish and crisp shop class and a bookies, barely a Swedish mile and a half from the post it had three bedrooms, a big service department accessed from a back alley and a sizeable cellar which I had to spend a fortune getting underpin, and virtually days I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to work on it between duties, and so far I had the storey and roof sorted but beyond that it was a edifice site with a microwave oven, a TV and a bed.

I had nothing to do so I used the computer in Ted 's bureau to correspond my Thumb drive, I idly read her notes for the meeting, £30k per whole, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 building block. although what a unit was I had no idea.

Ted came back in, `` You got three days hiatus, '' he said, `` Start back Friday 9 a.m. here, it 's the best I can do. ``

'' Fine ! '' I agreed. and I turned to leave.

'' You got to shed her at the Hyperion when she finishes this even. '' he said, `` And take her home after so you need to hang around, sorry. ``

She finished at three forty five, she was black-and-blue, all clenched fists and offend up like a clock springtime as I drew up outside reception. She threw her laptop computer in the car and slumped furiously in the seat, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me dress like my grannie. ``

'' Right, I got a three day suspension because of you, '' I added.

'' Bastards would n't budge, '' she said, `` Two degree six five, they offered, against two percentage point seven five. '' she said, `` I could n't do anything, I could have leaned forward or un-crossed my branch, '' she said crudely. ``

'' Either that or translate your notes, founder even was two full point five. '' I said.

'' No way ! '' she squealed, but she scrabbled around with her laptop, `` Oh fucking hell, '' she admitted, `` Turn round, '' I was ahead of her, we were nearly back at the situation already.

She forgot to thank me, as you would anticipate so I dropped her at the Hyperion, carried her cases and waited for her to change and then returned around eleven to make her dwelling to Northamptonshire.

She was back in crack tart mode when I picked her up, and sure enough she was with fiddling lord snooty as I had come to suppose of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was older than me by a year or so.

We dropped him at the residence hall ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her home which surprised me as I expected her to spend the night with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the office and walked home to part my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some work done on the house during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the cellar, did the lighting and collected my AMP and grind away kit from memory and then on Friday I took her from the office to a party and finally just before four a.m I took her home.

She was wrecked, I could n't take her to her parents place like that, lord knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her permutation yellow dress all messed up, her skid were on the wrongly pes, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

I took her home base, but to my home to log Z's it off.

She only realised what was happening, as I drove into the spinal column alley and swung into my garage, `` Hey, '' she protested.

'' I ca n't take you home like this, '' I insisted, `` Sleep it off ok ? ''

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the country of the house she started struggling, I did n't ask the hassle so I put my hand over her back talk and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to bite my fingers, so I adopted design B as they say and bundled her down the measure to the wine cellar and slammed the doorway behind me.

'' No, '' she wailed as soon as I removed my hand from her mouth, `` You 're mad ! ``

I had n't planned to use the basement as a prison house, there was only a bolt on the interior, no lock or anything, so as soon a I released her she tried to escape.

'' Oh no you do n't, '' I ordered. and I grabbed her labialize the waist, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and coffin nail heater, but she was warm and there was hardly an ounce of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those thoughts firmly to the binding of my nous, I just wanted her to slumber it off, I had the curtains and carpeting for the chamber in the cellar, it took barely a moment to undo the string around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a corner and used the cosmic string to tie her custody behind her, and then to stop her stepping through her manpower and getting them in strawman of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the rug and unwrapped the curtains to form a makeshift bed, and then I told her, `` Sleep it off ok ? '' and I left her to it while I went upstairs where I jammed a kitchen chair under the cellar room access door-handle before I showered and headed for bed in my one half completed bedroom.

I checked on her around 7 a.m, she looked just like a crack cocaine whore so I took an old vivid orange tree lip rouge I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote SLUT in big letters correct across her forehead and then I eased her attire up around her waist and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy.

I woke next morning with the sun streaming through a gap in the curtain `` Damn ! '' it was nearly noon, I rushed downstairs, down into the cellar, she was in a bad way, I guess I should have realised, all that wine had to go somewhere and that was my curtains ruined, `` You need a shower ! '' I exclaimed.

'' Bastard ! '' she sobbed, `` You wo n't get away with this. ``

It was much easier to cut her ruined step-in off than touch them, so I used the funny little hook blade in my John Rowlands knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the English and pull it away, her stockings were soiled as well as her panties and so I dragged them off, and her brake shoe, and then she looked really silly, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in case she got awkward.

'' Oh no no way ! '' she said, `` Not that no, '' she complained as she realised she could n't pull her dress down enough to hide her pubes.

'' If you shut up I 'll let you shower, '' I promised, but she would n't, she could n't trust I just wanted her to sober up and get cleaned up.

'' Ok, if you wo n't shut up I 'll shut you up, I suggested and remembering the ball gag from her thraldom telecasting I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a squeamish afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the root cellar room access firmly shut and then I grabbed my backpack and walked to the Underground station and got a train to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't read long to find what I wanted, a ball gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the wrists or mortise joint, delicate ropes in various coloring material, dog collars, sport handcuffs, lash even, all sorts and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred pounds on her.

I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very tatty and tacky underwear, and a bum yellow latex dress, and then, after a leisurely pie and a dry pint in a South of Houston pub, I walked home.

She was really wild when I returned, she looked traumatize when I unloaded my back inner circle and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the manoeuvre handcuffs and the globe gag were just than no shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth wide for me to pop the ball in her lip and fasten the strap around the book binding of her head.

She let me put handcuffs on her and I untied the cords and on an impulse I strapped dog collar around her neck.

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow symbolic, it was supposed to be a laugh, but did n't seem at all funny, I had the terzetto as well and she stood passively as I attached it, and then to my surprisal, she followed meekly as I led her upstairs.

I had a cascade cubicle and bath in the unfinished lavatory so I took her in there. I untied her weapons system. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the shower. The urine cascaded through her golden haircloth and the scrap just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the lavish head in its bracket and stripped to my boxers, that was the only reason, just to block up my clothes getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the dress off foremost, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to tear the souse wet wearing apparel over her head.

I took my face cloth and some soap and started to moisten her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the catch and let me slip that off as well. It was a shock when I saw her teat react to my soupcon, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own feelings were being betrayed as I looked down at the tent Pole in my boxers.

It was n't mightily, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her most buck private contribution, I eased the face cloth inside her pussy lips and I 'm certainly she moaned, and then on down to her metrical unit, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some cheap shampoo she would never have used in a million years I washed her hair.

'' crapulence ? '' she asked, I realised she had nothing to drink since we arrived.

I asked her, `` Do you need a drinkable ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a glass of water supply, I realised the clay of the lipstick was still seeable across her face as she saw her reflection in the shower screen and gasped.

'' What have you done ! '' she gasped.

'' Oh, you should see the photographs, '' I joked, `` Worth grand ! '' She seemed to recoil inwardly at that.

'' I wrote across your tummy as well, '' I said, `` Cunt two lb ''

'' No ! '' she protested.

'' I did, I have the photograph. '' I insisted.

'' Oh, '' she said quietly, and then she just sat quietly as I dried her off.

It took ages to dry her, it was a mistake to get her hair wet but with her sitting on the tub and me combing and using my old pilus dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the root cellar and then I went the bare living room and ordered some Pizzas before I took a bottleful of Coke and some plastic cupful down and un-buckled her gag.

'' You wo n't strike off my cheek will you ? '' she asked, `` delight you can do anything but do n't pit my face. '' she said as I poured her a cup of coke.

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the intact subject in one go, `` I 'll just refashion the Lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend slovenly woman across her expression but I decided to indite nooky across her forehead and sl one side of meat of her nose and ut the former side. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her sass leaving her looking ridiculously crummy and trashy.

She peered around the wine cellar, new concrete floor freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, duncical soundproofing, it must have looked like I had planned it and with the metal drum kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard boxes it really must accept looked pretty sinister.

'' Is it for a ransom ? '' she said, `` Because you wo n't get away with it. '' she said, `` I know you, I can give the police your description. ``

I picked up the whiplash slapped it against my paw and grinned.

'' Oh god I 'm never going to bunk am I ? '' she decided, `` You built this specially did n't you ? '' she was really scared now, `` You 'll excruciate me, play the recording to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't brand my case, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the moment and wrote puss £2 across her tummy again and L on her left breast and R on her right hand breast.

'' Are you going to tie me up ? '' she asked.

'' Right, '' I agreed. `` I think that was the doorway bell. '' I gagged her again and re-fastened the handlock, and went upstairs, `` Ok coming, '' I added as I threw on an old coat and paid for the Pizzas.

'' solid food, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the Pizza and unfastened the handcuffs, `` Coke ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean more Costa Rican colon. '' I said and she smiled.

She stretched and took the cup of Costa Rican colon, and sipped from it, then she simply threw it in my cheek and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her attack the shank, she squealed almost delightedly as I held her, `` Yuck ! '' I exclaimed, `` I 'll get you some more. '' and I set her down, `` Now eat something. ``

She glowered and glared at me, `` Were you really going to run away stark naked ? '' I asked.

She had no answer,

'' I think you need to be tied up, '' I said, `` land up your Pizza, how 's the Baxter boy ? '' I asked.

'' Oh, I do n't know. '' she said, `` Who calls Robert the Baxter boy ? '' she asked.

'' Me mainly, '' I said.

'' flavor, I 'm not his girlfriend or anything, they wo n't pay a ransom. '' she insisted, `` dada might. '' she said.

'' Right, '' I agreed, `` Eat up, I want to look out TV. ``

I laid out the cords, `` I suppose you do this with Robert ? '' I asked.

She blushed crimson, `` Hardly ! '' she exclaimed.

'' Only if you 're very good I 'll get you some strawberry cheesecake. '' I asked as she finished the Pizza.

'' What do you mean, good ? '' she asked.

'' If you 're a serious girl, taking your punishment like a good little girl, six of the unspoiled for forgetting your display case, six for lying and getting me into trouble, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting rummy ? ``

'' Are you going to rape me ? '' she asked.

'' Hardly, I 'll pay the two Irish pound like anybody else, '' I promised, `` Or do you mean instead of a whipping. '' I suggested.

'' Oh, '' She gasped, `` Oh please, do n't bruise me, ''

'' I saw the video, '' I said.

'' That was Henry M. Robert 's approximation, '' she said, `` I was drunk all right ? ``

'' Oh, different TV, '' I said `` Sorry. '' I countered, `` Its about XL eight whang I make it. ``

'' You said you would throw sex with me instead. '' she offered.

'' Miss Daniel Jones I can take in sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining spot is tenuous to say the least. ``

She finished the Pizza, `` Hands on ankles, '' I suggested, `` I saw it on Roberts video. '' I grinned.

She did as I asked and I began to wind the red cord her left wrist and ankle joint. it was solid yet elastic and designed to leave no marks, I tied it off and started on the right carpus, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied cords from just below the stifle to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a curtain behind her and gently pushed her onto her back that she realised how exposed and vulnerable she was.

'' Oh heartfelt god no ! '' she wailed, `` Not my bottom please, oh please do n't, Henry Martyn Robert tried, I do n't do anal. ``

'' Would you rather I used your pussy instead ? '' I asked.

'' Please, '' she said, `` You wont mark off my face or cut my ears off will you. ``

'' Not if you take your punishment like a just miss and fucking nicely, '' I told her, `` I think I better give six of the best for now do n't you ? ``

Her eyes followed me as I picked up the whip, it was awkward in the confine space with the ceiling barely six infantry six senior high school but three swats from the left wing and three from the rightfulness reddened her behind nicely, and then I announced I was going to learn TV for a while and wash the nose candy from me hair.

I came back an time of day later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could stimulate some if you were in effect, and you were very serious earlier so I brought some. ``

'' You said. '' she said, `` If I fucked nicely. ``

'' If you promise you 'll try to have it off me nicely then you can ingest the cheesecake first, what do you say ? '' I asked.

'' Not my bum ? '' she asked, `` Just ordinary ? ``

'' Very straight, '' I said, and I sliced the cheesecake with a knife and fed it to her with a spoon.

'' Mmm, '' she said licking her lips, `` Ok, but no Anal, agreed ? ``

'' Not today anyway, '' I agreed.

'' Do you require to get it over with ? '' she asked nervously as I set the plateful down.

'' I suppose we should, '' I agreed, and my erection resumed it 's encamp poling as soon as she said it, so I hauled my boxershorts down.

'' Oh my it 's too big ! '' she gasped, `` Henry Martyn Robert 's is cipher like as. ``

'' And what about all the others ? '' I asked, `` The ones you do n't remember. ``

'' That 's not fairish ! '' she complained, as she tried to look coy, with her pussy pouting at me.

'' It would look that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the home excursus and moved towards her, she could do absolutely nothing to block me, but her latent self saving inherent aptitude had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her kitty-cat lips. I rested the very tip of my tool against her pink fuzziness and she opened like an exotic efflorescence and welcomed me in the crudest most primeval and well-nigh delicious way possible.

'' Nnng, '' she exclaimed as she tried to choke her moans, but then I was floating on her moistness in a sea of ecstasy, I expected hesitation not need and swiftly the natation turned to something profoundly unlike as she gripped me with willing muscles.

She stared at me with a mixture of fear and surprisal, I think the softness of our initial conjugation had caught her by surprise as much as it surprised me, and she struggled to conquer her emotions.

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her beneficial to squeeze me with her bound legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a completely unprofessional manner I tucked into her neck kissing and love biting as she was lost to resist me.

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` Pull out. take out out ! '' she wailed as I started pumping but it was too late, and I was in an alpine hayfield, flying my spitfire, soaring like an bird of Jove and generally wallowing in the ecstacy of orgasm before I had the comportment of thinker to answer her.

'' You sound like an old war film. '' I said.

'' You spunked in me you beast, '' she said, `` Yuck. ``

'' Oh, get used to it. '' I ordered as I went to get my camera phone

'' You made me cum. '' she said, as I walked round behind her, `` bastard, Robert only makes me cum when I 'm high. ``

She stared helplessly, `` Will you untie me now ? '' she asked, as my mettle gently oozed from her.

'' No, '' I said, as I clicked away, `` You promised you would be a good missy, '' I reached down and added some vermilion highlighting to her sex with the lipstick.

'' But I have been ! '' she protested.

'' No, you stifled you feelings, you have to express your delight, now I have to whip you again, do you realize ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the bathroom. '' she protested, I found her a bowl, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook in between some of the nails holding my cellar ceiling to the waiting area trading floor joists passed a roach around it and back down to her looping it under her chest inside her connect subdivision and hauled her to her feet. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a couple of times with the whip but it was very awkward for her so I sat her down and untied the R-2 and let her rest.

'' Shall I leave you unfastened ? '' I asked, `` For now ? ``

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then agree your breast out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so pay for, and her pap such lovely targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` left field nipple, right hand nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a triplex 19 I said `` Clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the pap which responded by turning dark and hardening and upwards against her clit or her labia.

'' arrest them or I 'll tie you again. '' I insisted.

'' No Henderson, '' she wailed, `` delight ? '' and she stared right at me pleadingly, her need was unmistakeable, so I set the whip down and took her in my arms and gently eased my thumb inside her and iron my fingers on her clit to energize her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to alleviate her, and as I worked on her clit so her hands slipped from her breasts and her blazonry slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breathing space was coming in little pant and then she was trying not to cry out but not really succeeding and then she just let out a despairing cry and went limp and collapsed into my arms.

She looked so exhausted that I let her lie down and then I found her some dry carpeting and pall for a bed and tucked her in for the Night,

I felt strangely elated as I went up to my own bed, chuckling at the thoughts of seeing her au naturel and with glorious memories of her physical structure and an huge feeling of guilt feelings that I had perhaps taken her against her will while I wondered if I had got swept up in something I had n't intended.

I checked on her too soon next morning, she was still asleep but she came upstairs quickly enough with the vista of the bathroom and bacon and bollock for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Fri night, not home surely, '' I asked.

'' I sneak in, '' she said.

'' Are n't you a bit old for that ? '' I asked.

'' Twenty six is n't old, '' she insisted, `` Anyway I often crash at ally 's houses. '' It was all the information I needed.

I locked her in the wine cellar with a deadbolt and padlock I found in the service department and went to her parents to arrange a `` Ransom ! ``

Her mother was an older variant of Cassie and delicious and she was so apologetic when she found Cassie was too inebriate to come house and had phoned on my day off to orderliness me to pick up some clothes for her for Monday.

I returned solemn faced, `` They wo n't pay, '' I lied, `` I only want a jillion, '' and they want cogent evidence, I insisted.

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the skeletal frame of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the tacky meretricious one looked more suitable because it showed her step-in better, at least it would if I had let her wear any, oh and I touched up the nooky slut and changed the tidings cunt which was badly smeared for straightaway but still kept the price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her breasts as well.

'' I 'm o.k. Dad and Mom. he 's treated me really well but please pay the ransom. '' she said convincingly and then we watched TV through the faltering Wi Fi feed and I started to make a cross to tie her to. It fixed to the bulwark, More X then cross

She watched carefully and when I was done she let me tie her wrists and ankle joint to the beams and then we tried it.

It was nearly perfect tense I stripped to my boxershorts to begin with and chanted, `` left mammilla correct nipple button and ass '' as I swatted her breasts and up between her legs and down against her clit and when her eyes started to candy I drove my tool deep inside her.

'' Not my neck, '' she wailed, `` back talk, '' as I tried a passion collation again and then suddenly she was wailing in ecstasy.

'' That 's it let the emotion show, '' I ordered.

'' Ohhh Henderson ! '' she wailed.

'' What 's my name. '' I asked jokingly.

'' Master ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, delight master key replete me with your brilliant spunk. ``

I could n't refuse the lady could I ? I did n't want to anyway and with a Rush I started shooting my shipment cryptical inside her.

'' I love you victor, '' she said before she realised what she was saying.

'' It 's ok, it 's convention in a wrapped slave scenario, '' I reassured her and held her end, `` It 's quite normal. ``

'' What sex this good without being stoned, sorry I do n't cogitate so ! '' she snapped, `` And with a nookie number one wood, bollocks ! ``

'' Charming, '' I agreed, `` I think my short slave need a reminder of whose catch she wears. ''

I made her turn round, it was cumbersome and sentence consuming and the whole subprogram needed changing but soon her back was revealed and I gave her about 20 strokes until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of dowelling about XXX six in long and three inch diameter and using a single file and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her pussy, it went a long way in and then I tied it midway between her ankles.

She resisted for ages and then finally began to get laid it, faster and faster in a desperate bid to cum and yet a vain one until I slipped my hand between her legs and sought out her clit.

She came with animalistic grunts and wails, `` You swine, you absolute swine, '' she wailed, `` I do n't want to cum you swine, '' but it was no commodity, and she slumped down against her bonds in enfeeblement which dove the dowelling deeper into her making her gasp once more.

I decided she needed to get along upstairs again, so I found the fleece lined manacles and fixed then around her ankle joint with a shortly Chain so she could only take petite steps and not go up stairs and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to cause dinner.

She was a truly atrocious cook, but steak can survive most things and the package roast potatoes were ok and the peas were standard canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched Sunday TV for a while naked, on the sofa together, holding hired hand at one stage until bed time.

I found her a mattress and mantle, a pillow even and put her to bed.

The sun was heights in the sky when I woke, the alarm had n't woken me, it was 8.30, I panicked and hurtled downstairs, grabbed her face from the car, and rushed to the cellar where I unfastened the manacle and insisted she dress, she pushed yesteryear, out-running me and rushed for the bathroom.

I grabbed my uniform and brought her case to the bedroom where she was desperately trying to shift the fuck-slut wording across her forehead so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a piddling black clothes, `` No business concern cause ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the basement and packed away her laptop and charger.

'' Where are you taking me ? '' she asked.

'' Work '' I explained, `` We 're late ! ``

'' Are you mad ? '' she asked, as we met in the kitchen,

'' I must be. '' I agreed.

`` Where 's your lawsuit ? '' I asked, she pointed so I sprinted upstairs grabbed it and came down to find her struggling with the door whorl, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

'' bag, , wheres my grip ? '' she asked

'' In the car I guess ? '' I replied and she obeyed and I threw the fount and laptop in the car after her and grabbing my hat I started the engine and we headed for the post as fast as I could.

`` Where are we really going ? '' she demanded.

'' Work, '' I said again

'' Work ? '' she exclaimed, `` What about my ransom ? ``

'' There was no ransom, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog collar on, `` You better let me hold that apprehension, '' I suggested.

'' Oh no, '' she said, `` Evidence, '' and she took it off and put it in her handbag.

We arrived at 8.58.

'' quaternary thirty driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't hold the heart to tell her her skirt was caught up in her breeches so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the evidence that morning and when the police did n't arrive I collected her at four thirty, `` dwelling house ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a Admiralty mile she ordered `` Left hand lane, take a left wing here, ''

'' Where to ma'am, '' I asked.

'' Home, surely you know the way home. '' she said.

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' Well lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my house, I expected the constabulary to be there but it was as I left it, `` take care five to five, '' she commented, '' You can tap off at five but first, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can prepare me cum without a whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

'' Then you 'll deliver to use the whip, '' she said as she slipped her doll and scanty off and laid them on a kitchen chair and then hopped up on the kitchen unit.

I did n't need a second decree, my knickers and shorts were off like a shot, and I dove my shaft deep into her hot wet box, and as I did so she reached for her helping hand bag ad pulled out the collar, `` Slip it back around my neck opening if you want me, '' she said quietly.

'' Of grade I do, '' I told her as I fastened the collar.

'' Good, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can finagle, '' she kissed me, `` Very well, '' another osculation, `` Without the party whip, '' and then she pushed me away, `` Where 's your bed ? '' she said as she slipped her jacket and blouse off and released her bra to reveal the Good Book fuckslut across her tummy, I stared.

'' It smeared, I had to re do it, '' she explained, `` But bed man bed, '' she ordered, as she pranced around discarding her stockings and shoes `` I need cock ! ``

I showed her the bedroom, the bed was a mess but she piled in and dragged me after her, `` Oh yes, that 's soundly, oh that 's really good. '' she exclaimed as I slipped abstruse inside her and then she just moaned softly until the fires burned and she wailed in ecstasy.

We lay together, `` Did you really mean to require a ransom money ? '' she asked.

'' To be true I wanted you to sleep it off before you went home. ``

'' But Steve, it was so exciting, '' she said, `` I have never felt so ripe without being stoned, '' she said, `` Honest. ``

'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the cellar as a practice room or studio, '' I explained, `` Not to hold open anyone captive. ``

'' May be we can use it as a play room ? '' she suggested.

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some moving-picture show myself for indemnity, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for oeuvre, and I felt so good this break of day, Steve you would n't believe how beneficial it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a lodger Mr Phillips ! ``

'' Oh you remembered my gens at last ? '' I queried.

'' Nothing unplayful, just a bit of fun, '' she said, `` Ok ? ``

'' Well if that is all that is on fling. '' I agreed, `` But remember I 'm master in my house, '' I insisted.

'' Yes, what ever, '' she agreed, `` Now how about that fun ? ``

Re posted due to problems editing.. Was `` Cassie ''