Early one Monday sunup outside a county mansion in the English 'Home Counties'

Driving Miss Jones.

She wore a little white-livered apparel, so shortstop that it barely reached her stocking circus tent. Her tenacious blonde hair needed comb. She looked like she was one-half asleep, 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 pace towards the car just before seven.

'' You 're later, '' I said brusquely, and paused insolently before I added,
'' Madam. ``

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

'' In your bag lady, '' I suggested, but she did n't take it, nor her overnight case, `` Which room ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't know, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` Bedroom ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about twenty four possible suite, in the noble country hall where she had crashed for the night.

I sprinted up those stone steps and hurtled through the door, `` Oi servant 's ingress ! '' Higgins the butler ordered.

'' fille Jones cases ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really involve a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because missy Daniel Jones needs her grip and all-night compositor's case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to bring them out. ``

I suppose I was rather forceful, but I never touched him, he took two steps back and tripped to sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at stern of the imposing primary staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to climb up the steps two stride at a time.

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

Third on the right was a bath, and, as I flung it wide spread I found the next room was Lady Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really accept bolted her threshold, and then I never would have caught that fleeting coup d'oeil of the way her naked tummy bulged without her corset, and her boob sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the door shut again before she could yell, but of course she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs uniform let her distinguish me in a split second. The future door was worse, Lord Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, nil to be majestic 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 threshold quietly, a woman in a sexy french maids costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an unattractive home plate counties burr and I realised she was actually a literal fille de chambre and not a ageing tart.

'' The woman, Miss Robert Tyre Jones which way ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The tart in the xanthous clothes ? '' I offered.

'' Oh yes, this one third on the rightfulness. '' she said. To any convention person it was fourth on the left but this was Northamptonshire so logical system went out of the window, and she opened the door with her key.

'' I say ! '' a rather dishevelled young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, Lord Baxter 's firstborn son, and heir, `` might have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with Gemini trail of pulverisation across it as carefully as his trembling fingers would allow, `` What you want ? ``

'' young lady Robert Tyre Jones cases, '' I asked, he looked dummy, `` Cassandra, Cassie. '' he looked lacuna, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' right hand, bam like a dead Pisces the Fishes, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

'' Case and handgrip ! '' I demanded, but I had seen the grip already and her laptop computer on the dresser.

I grabbed the laptop computer, an double of a fille on a celestial pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn film, I marvelled at the fille 's capacity to take what looked like a telephone perch inside her for a break open minute, before I yanked out the broadband and battery charger leads and ingurgitate it all in its protective soft case.

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

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

I grabbed the character and grip and rushed from the way, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not good enough, damn servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall account you to your employer. ``

I knew his eccentric from the regular army, cowardly little asshole that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 flak in Iraq or I.E.D. in Helmand.

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a script free to thump him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone stair outside, but managed to abide upright and I put the cases in the back of the car with Miss Jones.

'' In the boot ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the driving seat and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel spin, not that I did n't lead a couple of tyre tracks all the way across the gravelled forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmacadam drive.

The chances of getting to the federal agency by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut Cassie up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nissan Micra, doing 35 just snipe a slight curve which I took at 90, I 'm indisputable she shut her eyes but the grass scepter was wide and I just slid down the inside on the grass like I knew what I was doing, whew.

The M1 is just impossible, but we were late so the traffic was even heavier than usual but there she was half asleep looking for all the public like last eve whore on her way home to log Z's the day away not the Director of European sales for a major international company.

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

I parked in a handicapped bay right by the doorway, grabbed her in one bridge player and her case in the other and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a disabled loo to the consternation of the dame there.

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the slide fastener on her dress, it snagged, I pulled and the frock tore all the way down the back, her panties and bra did n't match 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 purpose, `` Rape ! '' Any former fourth dimension I might ingest 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 mount pubes were a surprisal, I somehow expected a blond beaver.

I found clean black step-in and bra in her slip, `` Rape ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too busy to care.

'' Hands ! '' I ordered and she put her hands through her bra strap, `` pant ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and crownwork of her wooing, `` hanky, Pen. '' I ordered, `` right field go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two mo and then we were out and away, I saw security and the manager hot footing it towards the loo as we left so it was a very close run thing.

'' My God ! '' she gasped, `` What the hell 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 crawling towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

'' For gods sake do your makeup 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 apparel off ! '' she said, `` My party dress ! ``

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

'' It was a M Euros from French capital ! '' she complained.

'' From a brotherly love store ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to interweave through dealings trying to get to the office as quickly as possible, `` You better provide your laptop so I can wipe the tough private road. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the rush, '' I explained, `` You need a clear nous brothel keeper. ``

Somehow we were only xx minutes late when she swept into the master entrance, at to the lowest degree as she emerged she looked like a 20 seven year old executive not a thirty seven year old hooker so it was n't too bad but sufficiency to get a `` Please explicate request, '' from Ted Norman, my `` Boss. ``

I had to park up and go to his office, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a damned dear job I did, one-half of it was illegal, the girl with the telephone magnetic 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 suppose Cassandra hogtied, well I could think it but I could n't ideate her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my quarter round parkway with a cleaner platform but I copied the last few documents in case something went wrong, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the retention, cookie, everything and overwrote it on the hard thrust as well. I would give downloaded a altogether lot of rubbish to enshroud it but the billet wi-fi would n't let me access the air Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

I took the laptop to Cassandra 's help, Miss Miles Dewey Davis Jr.. `` What the Hell happened ? '' she asked, `` The old man nearly had a fit ! ``

'' It 's a long narrative, '' I explained non commitally.

The same thing did n't work on Ted Gregory John Norman. `` What the inferno happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until Seven fifteen and then you drove like a swashbuckler. '' he said, `` And then there 's the religious service, parking in a disabled space and use of the lady rest room. ``

'' Right ! '' I agreed.

'' And his Lordship has stated categorically that you are banned from his belongings, '' he continued, `` You walked in on his wife in her nightdress apparently ? ``

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

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

'' She staggered out about seven, in yesterdays company dress, I had to line up her cases. ``

'' And the servicing ? '' he asked.

'' Sort of a warm modification, otherwise no comment. '' agreed.

'' right hand, well you better bent around because the old man wants you sacked. '' he insisted.

Usually I did the pick up, then went dwelling 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 of import or else merely took her home, or where ever she needed to go.

nursing home was a go up derelict terraced house between a Pisces the Fishes and chip store and a bookie, barely a mile and a one-half from the place it had three bedroom, a big service department accessed from a back alley and a healthy wine cellar which I had to drop a destiny getting underpinned, and most days I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to shape on it between responsibility, and so far I had the story and roof sorted but beyond that it was a edifice site with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had nil to do so I used the reckoner in Ted 's federal agency to check my pollex drive, I idly read her notes for the encounter, £30k per unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 unit of measurement. although what a unit was I had no idea.

Ted came back in, `` You got three twenty-four hours suspension, '' he said, `` Start back Fri 9 a.m. here, it 's the salutary I can do. ``

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

'' You got to drop her at the Hyperion when she finishes this evening. '' he said, `` And train her base after so you need to hang around, sorry. ``

She finished at three 40 five, she was livid, all clenched clenched fist and wound up like a clock spring as I drew up outside receipt. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the stern, `` It 's your break ! '' she said, `` You made me dress like my grandma. ``

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

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

'' Either that or read your bank note, break even was two point five. '' I said.

'' No way ! '' she squealed, but she scrabbled around with her laptop computer, `` Oh fucking nether region, '' she admitted, `` go circle, '' I was ahead of her, we were nearly back at the office staff already.

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

She was back in crack sporting lady way when I picked her up, and sure decent she was with little Almighty snooty as I had come to think of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was Old than me by a yr or so.

We dropped him at the entrance hall ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her nursing home which surprised me as I expected her to expend the Nox with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the billet and walked home to originate my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some work done on the house during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the basement, did the lighting and collected my amps and drum kit from repositing and then on Friday I took her from the spot to a party and finally just before four a.m I took her home.

She was wrecked, I could n't require her to her parents place like that, lord knows what she was on, she was barely witting, her replacement yellow dress all messed up, her shoes were on the incorrectly animal foot, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

I took her house, but to my plate to sleep it off.

She only realised what was happening, as I drove into the spine bowling alley and swung into my service department, `` Hey, '' she protested.

'' I ca n't take you home like this, '' I insisted, `` catch some Z's it off ok ? ''

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

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to seize with teeth my finger, so I adopted programme B as they say and bundled her down the steps to the cellar and slammed the room access behind me.

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

I had n't planned to use the wine cellar as a prison house, there was only a bolt of lightning on the inside, no whorl 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 assail the shank, she absolutely reeked of cold beer and cigarette smoke, 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 vertebral column of my idea, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the curtains and carpets for the bedrooms in the cellar, it took barely a moment to undo the string around the rug, and then I dragged her to a corner and used the string to tie her hands behind her, and then to stop her stepping through her work force and getting them in front line of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the drape to mold a stopgap bed, and then I told her, `` log Z's it off ok ? '' and I left her to it while I went upstairs where I jammed a kitchen death chair under the cellar door 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 go whore so I took an old vivid orangeness lip rouge I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote strumpet in big letters right across her brow and then I eased her dress up around her waistline and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy.

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

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

It was much easier to cut her ruined panties off than touch them, so I used the singular minuscule bait blade in my Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the sides and pull in it away, her stockings were soiled as well as her panties and so I dragged them off, and her shoes, and then she looked really silly, and rather poor so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in font she got awkward.

'' Oh no no way ! '' she said, `` Not that no, '' she complained as she realised she could n't pull her attire 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 believe I just wanted her to sober up and get cleaned up.

'' Ok, if you wo n't keep out up I 'll shut you up, I suggested and remembering the lump gag from her bondage video I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a dainty afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the wine cellar threshold firmly shut and then I grabbed my backpack and walked to the Underground station and got a gearing to Piccadilly circus. It did n't take tenacious to find what I wanted, a ball gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the wrists or ankle, soft forget me drug in respective people of color, dog neckband, play handcuffs, lash even, all sorting and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred Ezra Loomis Pound on her.

I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very cheap and loud underwear, and a chinchy yellow latex frock, and then, after a leisurely pie and a dry pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.

She was really angry when I returned, she looked appal when I unloaded my back pack and especially shocked when I slapped the whiplash against my bridge player. but she agreed the play handcuffs and the bollock gag were better than no cascade and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth all-embracing for me to pop the ball in her sass and fix the shoulder strap around the spine of her head.

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

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow symbolic, it was supposed to be a jape, but did n't seem at all peculiar, 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 exhibitioner cell and bath in the unfinished bathroom so I took her in there. I untied her arms. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the rain shower. The urine cascaded through her halcyon tomentum and the engagement just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower head in its bracket and stripped to my bagger, that was the only reasonableness, just to stop my wearing apparel getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the attire off number 1, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to commit the soaking wet dress over her head.

I took my grimace textile and some grievous bodily harm and started to lap her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the grab and let me slue that off as well. It was a jounce when I saw her mamilla 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 encamp pole in my boxers.

It was n't right, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her near private parts, I eased the face textile inside her kitty-cat lips and I 'm certainly she moaned, and then on down to her pes, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some tacky shampoo she would never make used in a million long time I washed her hair.

'' crapulence ? '' she asked, I realised she had goose egg to booze since we arrived.

I asked her, `` Do you desire a drink ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a methamphetamine of water, I realised the remains of the lip rouge was still visible across her face as she saw her reflection in the cascade screen and gasped.

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

'' Oh, you should see the photo, '' I joked, `` Worth thousands ! '' She seemed to quail inwardly at that.

'' I wrote across your tummy as well, '' I said, `` snatch two hammer ''

'' No ! '' she protested.

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

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

It took geezerhood to dry her, it was a mistake to get her hair wet but with her sitting on the bath and me combing and using my old hair dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the cellar and then I went the bare living room and ordered some Pizzas before I took a bottle of snow and some plastic loving cup down and un-buckled her gag.

'' You wo n't mark my human face will you ? '' she asked, `` Please you can do anything but do n't punctuate my face. '' she said as I poured her a cup of coke.

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the entire substance in one go, `` I 'll just redo the Lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend Slut across her face but I decided to write fuck across her brow and sl one side of her nose and ut the other side. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her sass leaving her looking ridiculously tacky and trashy.

She peered around the cellar, new concrete story freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, blockheaded soundproofing, it must make looked like I had planned it and with the tympan kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard boxes it really must have 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 constabulary your description. ``

I picked up the whip slapped it against my hired hand and grinned.

'' Oh god I 'm never going to hightail it am I ? '' she decided, `` You built this specially did n't you ? '' she was really scared now, `` You 'll torture me, play the transcription to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't set my nerve, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the moment and wrote Cunt £2 across her tummy again and L on her entrust boob and R on her correctly breast.

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

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

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

She stretched and took the cup of Cola, and sipped from it, then she simply threw it in my facial expression and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her round 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 reply,

'' I think you need to be tied up, '' I said, `` end 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.

'' smell, I 'm not his lady friend or anything, they wo n't pay a ransom. '' she insisted, `` pa might. '' she said.

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

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

She blushed ruby, `` 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, respectable ? '' she asked.

'' If you 're a good girl, taking your penalization like a ripe girl, six of the best for forgetting your subject, six for lying and getting me into trouble, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting drunkard ? ``

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

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

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

'' I saw the picture, '' I said.

'' That was Robert 's idea, '' she said, `` I was drunk all rightfulness ? ``

'' Oh, dissimilar video, '' I said `` Sorry. '' I countered, `` Its about forty eight whacks I make it. ``

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

'' Miss Jones I can birth sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining position is fragile to say the least. ``

She finished the pizza pie, `` Hands on ankles, '' I suggested, `` I saw it on Henry M. Robert video. '' I grinned.

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

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

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

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

'' Not if you take your punishment like a right little girl and fuck nicely, '' I told her, `` I think I better give six of the right for now do n't you ? ``

Her eyes followed me as I picked up the whip, it was awkward in the confined blank with the ceiling barely six metrical unit six high but three swats from the left and three from the right field reddened her posterior nicely, and then I announced I was going to see TV for a while and wash the Coke from me hair.

I came back an hour later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could have some if you were thoroughly, and you were very good earlier so I brought some. ``

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

'' If you promise you 'll try to fuck me nicely then you can deliver 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 want to get it over with ? '' she asked nervously as I set the plate down.

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

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

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

'' That 's not fair ! '' she complained, as she tried to look coy, with her kitty-cat pouting at me.

'' It would appear that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the home plate aside and moved towards her, she could do absolutely nothing to stop me, but her latent self conservation instinct had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her pussycat lips. I rested the very tip of my tool against her garden pink softness and she opened like an exotic prime and welcomed me in the crudest most primeval and most delightful way possible.

'' Nnng, '' she exclaimed as she tried to muffle her moan, but then I was floating on her dampness in a sea of ecstasy, I expected reluctance not require and swiftly the floating turned to something profoundly different as she gripped me with bequeath muscles.

She stared at me with a miscellany of fright and surprise, I think the gradualness of our initial pairing had caught her by surprisal as much as it surprised me, and she struggled to oppress her emotions.

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her best to squeeze me with her bounds legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a completely unprofessional fashion I tucked into her neck cuddling and have intercourse biting as she was lost to balk me.

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` draw out. tear out ! '' she wailed as I started pumping but it was too recently, and I was in an alpine hayfield, flying my spitfire, soaring like an eagle and generally wallowing in the ecstacy of orgasm before I had the front of creative 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 speech sound

'' You made me cum. '' she said, as I walked round of golf behind her, `` dickhead, Henry Martyn Robert only makes me cum when I 'm high school. ``

She stared helplessly, `` Will you untie me now ? '' she asked, as my touchwood 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 orange red highlights to her sex with the lipstick.

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

'' No, you stifled you opinion, you have to express your pleasure, 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 lounge base joists passed a rope around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her tied blazonry and hauled her to her understructure. She gasped.

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

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

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then make your titty out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so ask over, and her nipple such lovely targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get well at it, `` Left teat, right field nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a three-fold 19 I said `` Clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipples which responded by turning dark and hardening and upwards against her clit or her labia.

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

'' No Henderson, '' she wailed, `` Please ? '' and she stared right at me pleadingly, her need was unmistakeable, so I set the whip down and took her in my blazonry and gently eased my thumb inside her and iron my finger on her clit to wind up her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to relieve her, and as I worked on her clit so her manpower slipped from her knocker and her subdivision slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her intimation was coming in little gasp and then she was trying not to cry out but not really succeeding and then she just let out a despairing cry and went hobble and collapsed into my arms.

She looked so exhausted that I let her lie down and then I found her some dry carpet and curtains for a bed and tucked her in for the dark,

I felt strangely elated as I went up to my own bed, chuckling at the view of seeing her raw and with glorious storage of her consistence and an immense flavor of guilt 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 other next first light, she was still gone but she came upstairs quickly enough with the vista of the can and bacon and orchis for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

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

'' I sneak in, '' she said.

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

'' 20 six is n't old, '' she insisted, `` Anyway I often crash at friend 's theatre. '' It was all the information I needed.

I locked her in the wine cellar with a bolt of lightning and padlock I found in the garage and went to her parents to arrange a `` ransom money ! ``

Her female parent was an erstwhile version of Cassie and delightful and she was so excusatory when she found mimosa bush was too drunk to make out home base and had phoned on my day off to order me to cull up some dress for her for Monday.

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

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the frame of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the tacky gimcrack one looked more suitable because it showed her pantie better, at to the lowest degree it would if I had let her fatigue any, oh and I touched up the roll in the hay trollop and changed the word cunt which was badly smeared for straightaway but still kept the cost at £2, and touched up the L and R on her breasts as well.

'' I 'm mulct Dad and Mom. he 's treated me really well but please pay the ransom money. '' she said convincingly and then we watched TV through the faltering Wi Fi feed and I started to nominate 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 ankles to the irradiation and then we tried it.

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my shorts to start with and chanted, `` left nipple right mammilla clit and ass '' as I swatted her knocker and up between her legs and down against her clit and when her eyes started to glaze I drove my prick deep inside her.

'' Not my cervix, '' she wailed, `` rim, '' as I tried a love sting again and then suddenly she was wailing in ecstasy.

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

'' Ohhh Henderson ! '' she wailed.

'' What 's my public figure. '' I asked jokingly.

'' Master ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, please skipper fill me with your glorious heart. ``

I could n't defy the ma'am could I ? I did n't require to anyway and with a rush I started shooting my load deep inside her.

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

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

'' What sex this good without being stoned, sorry I do n't think so ! '' she snapped, `` And with a fucking driver, bollocks ! ``

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

I made her turn round of drinks, it was cumbersome and prison term consuming and the all procedure needed changing but soon her back was revealed and I gave her about twenty slash until her prat were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of dowelling about 30 six inch long and three column inch diameter and using a data file and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her pussy, it went a farsighted way in and then I tied it midway between her ankles.

She resisted for ages and then finally began to fuck 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 grunt and wails, `` You swine, you absolute swine, '' she wailed, `` I do n't want to cum you swine, '' but it was no good, and she slumped down against her bonds in enfeeblement which dove the dowelling deeper into her making her pant once more.

I decided she needed to come upstairs again, so I found the fleece lined handlock and fixed then around her ankle with a unawares chain so she could only postulate lilliputian steps and not climb stairs and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to make dinner.

She was a truly atrocious James Cook, but steak can endure most thing and the packet roast tater were ok and the pea were stock canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched Sun TV for a spell naked, on the sofa together, holding manus at one stage until bed time.

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

The sun was high in the sky when I woke, the warning signal had n't woken me, it was 8.30, I panicked and hurtled downstairs, grabbed her grammatical case from the car, and rushed to the cellar where I unfastened the manacles and insisted she dress, she pushed past times, out-running me and rushed for the bathroom.

I grabbed my uniform and brought her vitrine to the bedroom where she was desperately trying to shift the fuck-slut wording across her brow so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a minuscule Shirley Temple Black dress, `` No business suit ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the cellar 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 case ? '' I asked, she pointed so I sprinted upstairs grabbed it and came down to observe her struggling with the door lock, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

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

'' In the car I guess ? '' I replied and she obeyed and I threw the case and laptop in the car after her and grabbing my hat I started the railway locomotive and we headed for the office 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 pinch on, `` You better let me take that arrest, '' I suggested.

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

We arrived at 8.58.

'' foursome XXX driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't have the heart to tell apart her her skirt was caught up in her knickers so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the evidence that aurora and when the police force did n't issue forth I collected her at four XXX, `` family ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` leftfield hand lane, take a left here, ''

'' Where to dame, '' I asked.

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

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' Well lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my family, I expected the police to be there but it was as I left it, `` reckon five to five, '' she commented, '' You can pink off at five but first, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can wee-wee me cum without a lash. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

'' Then you 'll have to use the party whip, '' she said as she slipped her skirt and panties off and laid them on a kitchen chair and then hopped up on the kitchen unit.

I did n't want a sec order, my pant and boxers were off like a snapshot, and I dove my peter deep into her hot wet box, and as I did so she reached for her hand bag ad pulled out the catch, `` case it back around my neck if you want me, '' she said quietly.

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

'' skillful, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can oversee, '' she kissed me, `` Very well, '' another kiss, `` Without the whip, '' and then she pushed me away, `` Where 's your bed ? '' she said as she slipped her crownwork and blouse off and released her bra to reveal the give-and-take fuckslut across her tum, 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 horseshoe `` I need turncock ! ``

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

We lay together, `` Did you really stand for to call for a ransom money ? '' she asked.

'' To be honest I wanted you to slumber it off before you went home. ``

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

'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the cellar as a pattern elbow room or studio, '' I explained, `` Not to save anyone prisoner. ``

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some pictures myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for oeuvre, and I felt so good this sunrise, Steve you would n't believe how proficient it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a lodger Mr Phillips ! ``

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

'' zip grave, just a bit of fun, '' she said, `` Ok ? ``

'' Well if that is all that is on crack. '' I agreed, `` But remember I 'm skipper in my theater, '' I insisted.

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

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