Early one Monday sunrise outside a county star sign in the English people 'Home Counties'

Driving girl Jones.

She wore a slight jaundiced dress, so short that it barely reached her stocking whirligig. Her foresightful blond hair needed combing. She looked like she was half gone, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an hour late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the long escape of stone steps 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 head is banging like an Oasis concert. ``

'' In your bag lady, '' I suggested, but she did n't let it, nor her all-night lawsuit, `` Which room ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't know, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` bedchamber ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about XX four possible rooms, in the magisterial country mansion where she had crashed for the night.

I sprinted up those Stone measure and hurtled through the door, `` Oi servant 's entrance ! '' Higgins the Samuel Butler ordered.

'' Miss Robert Tyre Jones face ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really need a snap off jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because Miss Jones needs her clutch and overnight grammatical case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to convey 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 bottom of the imposing main stairway, so I stepped over him and immediately began to mount the stairs two treads at a time.

'' tierce on the right field do n't touch. '' he said almost apologetically as he struggled to stand up.

Third on the right was a privy, and, as I flung it blanket open I found the next room was Lady Baxter 's chamber, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really let bolted her door, and then I never would take in caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her naked potbelly bulged without her stays, 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 dark Chauffeurs uniform let her distinguish me in a split up s. The succeeding door was sorry, master Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, goose egg to be proud 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 people housemaid dress up stared at my quizzically, `` Can I facilitate you sir. '' she said in an unattractive place counties burr and I realised she was actually a true chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The char, Miss Daniel Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The whore in the white-livered attire ? '' I offered.

'' Oh yes, this one third on the rightfield. '' she said. To any formula person it was fourthly on the left but this was Northamptonshire so logic went out of the window, and she opened the door with her key.

'' I say ! '' a rather rumpled Brigham Young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, Lord Baxter 's firstborn son, and heritor, `` power have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with Gemini trails of powder across it as carefully as his trembling finger would allow for, `` What you want ? ``

'' Miss Jones cases, '' I asked, he looked blank, `` Cassandra, Cassie. '' he looked blank shell, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' right, bangs like a dead Fish, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

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

I grabbed the Laptop, an prototype of a miss on a terminal suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn photographic film, I marvelled at the female child 's mental ability to select what looked like a telephone pole inside her for a split second, before I yanked out the broadband and charger steer and stuffed 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 relief I found it hung neatly on the cover of the bedroom door, so I folded it and put it away carefully.

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

I grabbed the typeface and adhesive friction and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not good enough, bloody servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall describe you to your employer. ``

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

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hired hand detached to thud him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the Lucy Stone pace outside, but managed to stay good and I put the cases in the spinal column of the car with fille Jones.

'' In the iron heel ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the repulse stern and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel twisting, not that I did n't leave a yoke of tyre cartroad all the way across the bewilder forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The luck of getting to the authority by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut huisache up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nissan Micra, doing 35 just round off a rebuff curve which I took at 90, I 'm certain she shut her heart but the grass verge was wide-cut and I just slid down the inside on the weed like I knew what I was doing, whew.

The M1 is just impossible, but we were late so the traffic was even intemperate than usual but there she was half asleep looking for all the world like last even whore on her way abode to sleep the day away not the film 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 slip to the Robert William Service was right there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a disabled bay right wing by the door, grabbed her in one hand and her event in the early and bustled her into the madam, and on into a disenable loo to the consternation of the ladies there.

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zipper on her dress, it snagged, I pulled and the garb 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 intent, `` Rape ! '' Any other time I might have noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat tummy and her shapely breast from seeing her in a swimsuit but her waxed os pubis were a surprise, I somehow expected a blond beaver.

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

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

I guess it took maybe two bit and then we were out and away, I saw security measure and the handler 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 creep towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

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

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

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

'' It was a thousand Euros from Paris ! '' she complained.

'' From a Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae workshop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to weave through dealings trying to get to the office as quickly as possible, `` You better leave your laptop computer so I can pass over the hard parkway. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the boot, '' I explained, `` You need a clear head brothel keeper. ``

Somehow we were only xx minutes late when she swept into the main entrance, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty dollar bill seven year old executive not a thirty seven class old Richard Hooker so it was n't too bad but enough to get a `` Please explain petition, '' from Ted Norman, my `` boss. ``

I had to park up and go to his situation, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a cursedly good job I did, 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 guess Cassandra hogtied, well I could reckon it but I could n't imagine her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my thumb drive with a cleansing agent program but I copied the final stage few text file in compositor's case something went wrong, and then I identified the smut and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, biscuit, everything and overwrote it on the unvoiced driveway as well. I would have downloaded a whole lot of trash to cover it but the office wi-fi would n't let me access the Aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

I took the Laptop to Cassandra 's assistant, Miss Davis. `` What the hell happened ? '' she asked, `` The old man nearly had a fit ! ``

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

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

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until Seven fifteen and then you drove like a lunatic. '' he said, `` And then there 's the Services, parking in a disabled outer space and use of the Ladies respite room. ``

'' Right ! '' I agreed.

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

'' No, no nightdress, '' I confirmed, `` Nothing at all. ``

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

'' She staggered out about seven, in yesterdays political party dress, I had to observe her cases. ``

'' And the Services ? '' he asked.

'' form of a immediate change, otherwise no comment. '' agreed.

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

Usually I did the pick up, then went nursing home 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 base was a near derelict terraced house between a fish and chip shop class and a bookie, barely a air mile and a one-half from the office it had three bedrooms, a big garage accessed from a back alleyway and a sizeable cellar which I had to expend a chance getting support, and to the highest degree solar day I had from nine 30 until one or quite often five or six to bring on it between duties, and so far I had the base and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building situation with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had nothing to do so I used the computer in Ted 's office to check my pollex drive, I idly read her banknote for the meeting, £30k per whole, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 units. although what a unit was I had no idea.

Ted came back in, `` You got three days suspension, '' 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 throw off her at the Hyperion when she finishes this eventide. '' he said, `` And take her place after so you need to give ear around, sorry. ``

She finished at three forty five, she was livid, all clinched fist and wound up like a clock saltation as I drew up outside reception. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the seat, `` It 's your defect ! '' she said, `` You made me frock like my grandma. ``

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

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

'' Either that or learn your preeminence, erupt even was two stage five. '' I said.

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

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

She was back in crack whore mode when I picked her up, and sure sufficiency she was with small lord snooty as I had come to recollect of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was aged than me by a year or so.

We dropped him at the foyer ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her home which surprised me as I expected her to drop the night with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the billet and walked home to start my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some work done on the home during that three day hiatus, I soundproofed the cellar, did the lighting and collected my amps and drum kit from storage and then on Friday I took her from the federal agency 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 replacement yellow-bellied dress all messed up, her place were on the awry feet, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had n't planned to use the root cellar as a prison, 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 round the shank, she absolutely reeked of moth-eaten beer and butt smoke, but she was ardent and there was hardly an ounce of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those opinion firmly to the spinal column of my mind, I just wanted her to slumber it off, I had the curtains and carpet for the bedrooms in the basement, it took barely a consequence to undo the string around the carpeting, and then I dragged her to a box and used the train to tie her hands behind her, and then to stop her stepping through her script and getting them in front of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpeting and unwrapped the curtains to form a makeshift 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 chair under the basement door door-handle before I showered and headed for bed in my one one-half completed bedroom.

I checked on her around 7 a.m, she looked just like a wisecrack whore so I took an old vivid orange lip rouge I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote SLUT in big letters right across her frontal bone and then I eased her dress up around her waist and wrote puss and £ 2 across her tummy.

I woke side by side forenoon 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 make realised, all that wine had to go somewhere and that was my pall ruined, `` You need a shower ! '' I exclaimed.

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

It was much easier to cut her ruined panties off than disturb them, so I used the shady little hook blade in my Henry M. Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the sides and draw in 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 goofy, 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 in her garb down enough to blot out 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 shut up I 'll shut you up, I suggested and remembering the formal gag from her bondage video I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a prissy afternoon so I took a few fucking and screwed the cellar door firmly shut and then I grabbed my rucksack and walked to the resistance station and got a gearing to Piccadilly carnival. It did n't fill foresightful to find oneself what I wanted, a bollock gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the wrists or ankle joint, soft rophy in respective semblance, dog collars, play handcuffs, whips 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 meretricious and tawdry underwear, and a bum yellow latex wearing apparel, and then, after a leisurely pie and a pint in a South of Houston pub, I walked home.

She was really wild when I returned, she looked ball over when I unloaded my back ring and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the play handcuffs and the ball gag were improve than no shower bath and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her oral fissure broad for me to pop the bollock in her sass and secure the strap around the spinal column of her head.

She let me put manacle 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 jocularity, but did n't appear at all risible, I had the threesome as well and she stood passively as I attached it, and then to my surprise, she followed meekly as I led her upstairs.

I had a rain shower carrell and bathroom in the unfinished bathroom so I took her in there. I untied her weapon. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the shower bath. The H2O cascaded through her golden hair and the scrap just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower oral sex in its angle bracket and stripped to my drawers, that was the solely reason, just to quit my dress getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the dress off first, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to draw in the soaking wet dress over her promontory.

I took my face cloth and some liquid ecstasy and started to wash her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the snatch and let me slip that off as well. It was a stupor when I saw her mammilla react to my touch, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own feelings were being betrayed as I looked down at the camp pole in my boxers.

It was n't good, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her most common soldier portion, I eased the face cloth inside her purulent lips and I 'm certain she moaned, and then on down to her animal foot, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some cheap shampoo she would never throw used in a million years I washed her hair.

'' Drink ? '' she asked, I realised she had nothing to imbibe since we arrived.

I asked her, `` Do you need a drink ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a spyglass of water, I realised the remains of the lip rouge was still visible across her face as she saw her reflection in the rain shower filmdom and gasped.

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

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

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

'' 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 historic period to dry her, it was a mistake to get her hair's-breadth wet but with her sitting on the bath and me combing and using my old hairsbreadth dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the basement and then I went the bare living room and ordered some Pizzas before I took a feeding bottle of coke and some charge plate cupful down and un-buckled her gag.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the total table of contents in one go, `` I 'll just redo the lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend strumpet across her face but I decided to write get laid across her brow and sl one side of her nose and ut the other position. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her brim leaving her looking ridiculously cheap and trashy.

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

'' Is it for a ransom money ? '' 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 hired hand and grinned.

'' Oh god I 'm never going to escape am I ? '' she decided, `` You built this specially did n't you ? '' she was really scared now, `` You 'll torture me, playact the recordings to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't label my boldness, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the moment and wrote pussy £2 across her breadbasket again and L on her leftfield breast and R on her right breast.

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

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

'' Food, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the Pizza and unfastened the handlock, `` Coca Cola ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean more than cola. '' I said and she smiled.

She stretched and took the cup of Cola, and sipped from it, then she simply threw it in my face and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her round the waistline, 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, `` polish off 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.

'' face, I 'm not his girl or anything, they wo n't pay a ransom. '' she insisted, `` Daddy might. '' she said.

'' Right, '' I agreed, `` Eat up, I want to take in 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 practiced I 'll get you some strawberry cheesecake. '' I asked as she finished the Pizza.

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

'' If you 're a commodity female child, taking your penalty like a good girl, six of the best for forgetting your compositor's case, six for lying and getting me into trouble, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting inebriate ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Oh, dissimilar video, '' I said `` Sorry. '' I countered, `` Its about 40 eight whacks I make it. ``

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

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

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

She did as I asked and I began to wind the red cord her exit radiocarpal joint and mortise joint. it was secure yet elastic and designed to provide no marks, I tied it off and started on the compensate wrist, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied corduroy 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 spine that she realised how scupper and vulnerable she was.

'' Oh dear 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 pussy instead ? '' I asked.

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

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

Her middle followed me as I picked up the party whip, it was awkward in the restrict blank with the ceiling barely six infantry six high up but three swats from the left and three from the right reddened her rump nicely, and then I announced I was going to look on TV for a spell and wash the coke from me hair.

I came back an minute later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could have some if you were good, and you were very beneficial 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 induce the cheesecake first, what do you say ? '' I asked.

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

'' 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 backtalk, `` 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 erecting resumed it 's camp out poling as soon as she said it, so I hauled my drawers down.

'' Oh my it 's too big ! '' she gasped, `` Henry M. Robert 's is nothing like as. ``

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

'' That 's not fair ! '' she complained, as she tried to wait coy, with her purulent pouting at me.

'' It would appear that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the dental plate aside and moved towards her, she could do absolutely naught to kibosh me, but her latent self preservation instinct had betrayed her and wet glistened between her slit lip. I rested the very tip of my tool against her garden pink effeminateness 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 stifle her moans, but then I was floating on her moistness in a sea of ecstasy, I expected disinclination not demand and swiftly the floating turned to something profoundly different as she gripped me with willing muscles.

She stared at me with a miscellany of reverence and surprise, I think the gentleness of our initial mating had caught her by surprise as much as it surprised me, and she struggled to suppress her emotions.

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

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` pull out. pull out ! '' she wailed as I started pumping but it was too late, and I was in an alpine meadow, flying my spitfire, soaring like an eagle and generally wallowing in the ecstacy of orgasm before I had the mien of mind to do her.

'' You sound like an old war motion picture. '' 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, `` illegitimate child, Robert only makes me cum when I 'm high. ``

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

'' No, '' I said, as I clicked away, `` You promised you would be a good female child, '' I reached down and added some scarlet high spot to her sex with the lipstick.

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

'' No, you stifled you feel, you have to state your delectation, now I have to whisk you again, do you understand ? '' 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 claw in between some of the nails holding my cellar cap to the waiting area floor joists passed a rope around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her tied subdivision and hauled her to her feet. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a couple of sentence 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 untied ? '' I asked, `` For now ? ``

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then hold your titties out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her tit looked so inviting, and her tit such lovely prey and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` Left mamilla, rightfulness pap, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a treble 19 I said `` Clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipples which responded by turning wickedness and hardening and upwards against her clit or her labia.

'' take hold 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 whiplash down and took her in my weaponry and gently eased my thumb inside her and pressed my fingers on her button to excite her, `` Oh my God Almighty. '' she wailed as I strove to alleviate her, and as I worked on her button so her hands slipped from her titty and her arms slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breathing place was coming in little gasps 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 carpet and curtains 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 naked and with glorious computer storage of her soundbox and an immense feeling of guiltiness 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 side by side forenoon, she was still asleep but she came upstair quickly enough with the prospect of the bathroom and Sir Francis Bacon and testicle 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 firm. '' It was all the info I needed.

I locked her in the cellar with a bolt and padlock I found in the service department and went to her parents to order a `` Ransom ! ``

Her female parent was an elder variation of Cassie and delightful and she was so apologetic when she found sweet acacia was too wino to come home 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 one thousand thousand, '' and they want proof, I insisted.

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the bod of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the tacky punk one looked more suitable because it showed her panty better, at least it would if I had let her wear any, oh and I touched up the fucking slut and changed the word cunt which was badly smeared for heterosexual but still kept the monetary value at £2, and touched up the L and R on her white meat as well.

'' I 'm fine 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 hold a cross to tie her to. It fixed to the wall, more X then cross

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

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my shorts to get down with and chanted, `` left nipple correctly nipple clit and ass '' as I swatted her breasts and up between her pegleg and down against her clit and when her eyes started to glaze over I drove my tool inscrutable inside her.

'' Not my neck opening, '' she wailed, `` lips, '' as I tried a honey bite again and then suddenly she was wailing in ecstasy.

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

'' Ohhh Henderson ! '' she wailed.

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

'' superior ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, delight master take me with your brilliant spunk. ``

I could n't refuse the Lady could I ? I did n't need to anyway and with a rush I started shooting my payload deep inside her.

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

'' It 's ok, it 's convention in a intent striver scenario, '' I reassured her and held her close, `` It 's quite pattern. ``

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

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

I made her turn unit of ammunition, it was cumbersome and time consuming and the completely procedure needed changing but soon her back was revealed and I gave her about twenty strokes until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of dowelling about thirty six column inch long and three inch diameter and using a file and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her puss, it went a long way in and then I tied it midway between her ankles.

She resisted for ages and then finally began to have it off 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 plaint, `` You swine, you absolute swine, '' she wailed, `` I do n't desire to cum you swine, '' but it was no good, and she slumped down against her adhesion in exhaustion which dove the dowelling deeper into her making her gasp once more.

I decided she needed to come upstairs again, so I found the fleece lined manacle and fixed then around her ankles with a short string so she could only direct tiny steps and not climb stair and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to make dinner.

She was a truly atrocious Cook, but steak can outlive most things and the packet knock potatoes were ok and the peas were stock canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched William Ashley Sunday TV for a patch naked, on the lounge together, holding hands at one degree until bed time.

I found her a mattress and blankets, 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 shell from the car, and rushed to the wine cellar where I unfastened the manacles and insisted she dress, she pushed past, 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 scent, and then she slipped on a little dim attire, `` No business suit ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the wine cellar and packed away her laptop and charger.

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

'' piece of work '' I explained, `` We 're lately ! ``

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

'' I must be. '' I agreed.

`` Where 's your example ? '' I asked, she pointed so I sprinted upstairs grabbed it and came down to find her struggling with the room access lock chamber, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

'' purse, , wheres my clasp ? '' 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 engine and we headed for the office as fast as I could.

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

'' piece of work, '' I said again

'' study ? '' she exclaimed, `` What about my ransom money ? ``

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

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

We arrived at 8.58.

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

I cleared all the evidence that sunrise and when the police did n't come I collected her at four XXX, `` home base ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a Admiralty mile she ordered `` leftfield hand lane, take away a left here, ''

'' Where to madam, '' 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 police force to be there but it was as I left it, `` Look five to five, '' she commented, '' You can knock off at five but beginning, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can ca-ca me cum without a party whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

I did n't call for a endorse parliamentary law, my trouser and boxers were off like a shot, and I dove my tool deep into her hot wet box, and as I did so she reached for her paw bag ad pulled out the dog collar, `` Slip it back around my cervix if you want me, '' she said quietly.

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

'' dear, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can manage, '' she kissed me, `` Very well, '' another buss, `` Without the 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 let out the Word of God fuckslut across her pot, 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 good, oh that 's really good. '' she exclaimed as I slipped cryptical inside her and then she just moaned softly until the fires burned and she wailed in ecstasy.

We lay together, `` Did you really intend to ask a ransom ? '' she asked.

'' To be fair I wanted you to log Z's it off before you went home. ``

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

'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the basement as a exercise room or studio, '' I explained, `` Not to restrain anyone prisoner. ``

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some photo myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for employment, and I felt so in force this morning, Steve you would n't consider how right it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a boarder Mr Phillips ! ``

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

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

'' Well if that is all that is on offer. '' I agreed, `` But commend I 'm master in my theater, '' I insisted.

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

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