Early one Monday dawn outside a county sign of the zodiac in the English language 'Home Counties'

drive Miss Jones.

She wore a little yellow dress, so short that it barely reached her stocking tops. Her retentive blonde hair needed comb. She looked like she was one-half gone, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an time of day late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the long trajectory of Stone measure towards the car just before seven.

'' You 're belatedly, '' I said brusquely, and paused insolently before I added,
'' ma'am. ``

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

'' In your bag Madam, '' I suggested, but she did n't have it, nor her nightlong 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 potential elbow room, in the enforce country mansion where she had crashed for the night.

I sprinted up those stone steps and hurtled through the threshold, `` Oi handmaiden 's entrance ! '' Higgins the Samuel Butler ordered.

'' fille Jones cases ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really postulate a damp jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because Miss Jones needs her hairgrip and overnight compositor's case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to bring them out. ``

I suppose I was rather emphatic, but I never touched him, he took two measure back and tripped to sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at bottom of the imposing main staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to climb the stairs two tread at a time.

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

third base on the right was a bathroom, and, as I flung it extensive open I found the adjacent room was ma'am Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her 40, but she should really have bolted her door, and then I never would take in caught that fleeting glance of the way her naked tummy bulged without her corset, and her breasts sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the door shut again before she could shout, but of course she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs uniform let her identify me in a split moment. The next door was bad, Lord Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his hard-on, nothing 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 womanhood in a aphrodisiac Daniel Chester French maids costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I serve you sir. '' she said in an untempting home counties burr and I realised she was actually a unfeigned chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The womanhood, Miss John Paul Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The tart in the yellow dress ? '' I offered.

'' Oh yes, this one third on the right wing. '' she said. To any rule person it was fourth on the left but this was Northamptonshire so logic went out of the windowpane, and she opened the doorway with her key.

'' I say ! '' a rather dishevelled Loretta Young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Henry Martyn Robert, Lord Baxter 's firstborn son, and heir, `` Might have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with Twin Falls trails of powder across it as carefully as his trembling fingerbreadth would allow, `` What you want ? ``

'' Miss Jones cases, '' I asked, he looked space, `` Cassandra, huisache. '' he looked blank, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' Right, bangs like a dead fish, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

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

I grabbed the laptop, an image of a girl on a rod suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn film, I marvelled at the girl 's capacity to take what looked like a telephone pole inside her for a split minute, before I yanked out the broadband and battery charger lead-in and satiate it all in its protective soft case.

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

Her grip 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 afterthought as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the compositor's case and adhesive friction and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not near enough, blinking servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall report you to your employer. ``

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

'' Very in force sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hand justify to pound him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone stone's throw outside, but managed to stay upright and I put the cases in the back of the car with young woman Jones.

'' In the kick ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the get seat and got going, but even then I hardly got any rack spin, not that I did n't leave a pair of tyre rail all the way across the nettle forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmacadam drive.

The chances of getting to the office by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut flame tree up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nissan Micra, doing 35 just round a slight curve which I took at 90, I 'm certainly she shut her optic but the locoweed brink 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 one-half deceased looking for all the world like endure evenings whore on her way dwelling to sleep the day away not the conductor of European sales for a John Major International company.

It was a disconnected second conclusion but the inside lane was moving degenerate so I eased the big disgraceful Chrysler across and suddenly the slip to the services 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 former and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a disabled loo to the consternation of the ladies there.

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zipper on her clothes, it snagged, I pulled and the dress tore all the way down the back, her step-in 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 detention up stockings and heels.

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my intentions, `` violation ! '' Any early fourth dimension 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 rise pubes were a surprisal, I somehow expected a blonde beaver.

I found white black panties and bra in her case, `` 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 shoulder strap, `` pants ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the dame and cap of her suit, `` hankey, Pen. '' I ordered, `` right field go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two minutes and then we were out and away, I saw security and the manager hot basis 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 obtuse, we were gone, down the on incline at 70 and then bullying my way into the 30mph crawl towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

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

'' You tore my clothes off ! '' she said, `` My company apparel ! ``

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

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

'' From a Greek valerian shop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to thread through traffic trying to get to the office as quickly as possible, `` You better leave your laptop so I can wipe the voiceless driveway. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the boot, '' I explained, `` You need a clear up promontory gentlewoman. ``

Somehow we were only twenty bit late when she swept into the main entering, at least as she emerged she looked like a 20 seven year old executive not a thirty seven year old hustler so it was n't too bad but enough to get a `` Please excuse petition, '' from Ted Gregory John Norman, my `` Boss. ``

I had to park up and go to his business office, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a goddamned honorable job I did, half of it was illegal, the girl with the telephone pole inside her was the to the lowest degree 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 ideate Cassandra hogtied, well I could imagine it but I could n't think her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my thumb driving with a cleaner program but I copied the last few written document in case something went wrong, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the computer memory, cookie, everything and overwrote it on the knockout drive as well. I would give downloaded a whole lot of scrap to track it but the federal agency wi-fi would n't let me accession the Aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

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

The like thing did n't do work on Ted Norman. `` What the infernal region happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until septet fifteen and then you drove like a daredevil. '' he said, `` And then there 's the table service, parking in a handicapped space and use of the lady balance elbow 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 gown apparently ? ``

'' No, no gown, '' I confirmed, `` null at all. ``

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

'' She staggered out about seven, in yesterdays party dress, I had to find her type. ``

'' And the Services ? '' he asked.

'' sort of a agile change, otherwise no comment. '' agreed.

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

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

Home was a near derelict terraced house between a fish and potato chip shop and a bookies, barely a naut mi and a half from the agency it had three bedrooms, a big service department accessed from a back back street and a tidy root cellar which I had to pass a fortune getting corroborate, and most days I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to wreak on it between responsibility, and so far I had the floors and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building website with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had nothing to do so I used the data processor in Ted 's office to ensure my ovolo driving force, I idly read her bank bill for the meeting, £30k per whole, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 units. although what a building block was I had no idea.

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

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

'' You got to send away her at the Hyperion when she finishes this evening. '' he said, `` And take her home after so you need to pay heed around, sorry. ``

She finished at three forty five, she was ashen, all clenched fists and wound up like a clock saltation as I drew up external reception. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the seat, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me wearing apparel like my grandma. ``

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

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

'' Either that or interpret your annotation, break even was two 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 function 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 use up her home to Northamptonshire.

She was back in fracture whore mood when I picked her up, and sure enough she was with fiddling Creator snooty as I had come to consider of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was older than me by a year or so.

We dropped him at the Charles Martin Hall ignoring my ban from the assumption 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 habitation to lead off my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some study done on the household during that three day suspension system, I soundproofed the root cellar, did the lighting and collected my amps and drum kit from storage 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 replacement yellow dress all messed up, her shoes were on the wrong metrical unit, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

I took her home, but to my home to sleep it off.

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

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

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the commonwealth of the house she started struggling, I did n't need the fuss so I put my hand over her mouthpiece and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to prick my fingers, so I adopted program B as they say and bundled her down the steps to the wine cellar and slammed the threshold behind me.

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

I had n't planned to use the cellar as a prison, there was only a bolt on the inside, 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 brush up the waist, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and coffin nail heater, but she was ardent and there was hardly an ounce of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those thought firmly to the back of my brain, I just wanted her to log Z's it off, I had the curtain and carpets for the sleeping room in the basement, it took barely a second 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 hired man and getting them in front of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the curtains to form a stopgap 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 president under the root 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 crack whore so I took an old vivid orange tree lipstick I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote strumpet in big letters properly across her frontal bone and then I eased her dress up around her shank and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy.

I woke following break of day with the sun streaming through a gap in the curtains `` Damn ! '' it was nearly noon, I rushed downstairs, down into the root cellar, she was in a bad way, I guess I should have realised, all that wine-colored had to go somewhere and that was my drapery ruined, `` You need a exhibitor ! '' 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 piffling hook brand in my Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the incline and pull 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 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 frock 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 up and get cleaned up.

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

It was a squeamish afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the root cellar door firmly shut and then I grabbed my back pack and walked to the tube station and got a train to Piccadilly genus Circus. It did n't take long to line up what I wanted, a musket ball gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the wrists or ankles, soft ropes in respective colours, dog choker, dramatic play cuff, whips even, all sorts and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred British pound sterling on her.

I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very gimcrack and tacky underwear, and a cheap yellow latex paint dress, and then, after a leisurely pie and a pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.

She was really angry when I returned, she looked shocked when I unloaded my back multitude and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the playing period handcuff and the ball gag were better than no shower bath and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her sassing spacious for me to pop the glob in her mouth and fasten the strap around the back of her head.

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

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow symbolic, it was supposed to be a joke, but did n't seem at all queer, I had the ternary 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 exhibitor carrel and bath in the unfinished bathroom so I took her in there. I untied her limb. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the cascade. The water cascaded through her prosperous pilus and the fight just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower head in its bracket and stripped to my boxers, that was the simply cause, just to block my clothes getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should ingest taken the dress off offset, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to pluck the soaking wet wearing apparel over her oral sex.

I took my face fabric and some soap and started to wash her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the apprehension and let me slip that off as well. It was a shock when I saw her nipples react to my trace, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own belief were being betrayed as I looked down at the tent perch in my pugilist.

It was n't right, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her nigh private parts, I eased the case cloth inside her slit rim and I 'm sure she moaned, and then on down to her groundwork, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some tacky shampoo she would never have used in a million geezerhood I washed her hair.

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

I asked her, `` Do you want a drink ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a glass of water, I realised the remains of the lipstick was still visible across her face as she saw her reflection in the shower cover and gasped.

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

'' Oh, you should see the photographs, '' I joked, `` deserving thousands ! '' She seemed to shrink inwardly at that.

'' I wrote across your potbelly as well, '' I said, `` Cunt two hammer ''

'' No ! '' she protested.

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

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

It took eld to dry her, it was a fault to get her hairsbreadth wet but with her sitting on the bath and me combing and using my old haircloth 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 pizza before I took a nursing bottle of coke and some plastic cup down and un-buckled her gag.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the integral message 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 publish fuck across her forehead and sl one side of her nuzzle and ut the other slope. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her lips leaving her looking ridiculously garish and trashy.

She peered around the cellar, new concrete floor freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, dense soundproofing, it must have looked like I had planned it and with the drum kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard loge it really must stimulate 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 whip slapped it against my hand and grinned.

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

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

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

'' Right, '' I agreed. `` I think that was the doorway Melville 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.

'' Food, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the pizza pie and unfastened the manacle, `` blow ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean more Aspinwall. '' I said and she smiled.

She stretched and took the cup of Cola, and sipped from it, then she simply threw it in my side and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her assault the waist, 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, `` end 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.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, `` Eat up, I want to watch over TV. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' That was Robert 's melodic theme, '' she said, `` I was drunk all right ? ``

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

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

'' young lady Jones I can have sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining post is slight to say the to the lowest degree. ``

She finished the pizza, `` Hands on ankles, '' I suggested, `` I saw it on Robert TV. '' I grinned.

She did as I asked and I began to wind the red corduroy her pull up stakes wrist and articulatio talocruralis. it was strong yet elastic and designed to leave no marks, I tied it off and started on the right wrist, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied electric cord from just below the knee to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a mantle behind her and gently pushed her onto her back 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 grade my facial expression or cut my ears off will you. ``

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

Her centre followed me as I picked up the party whip, it was awkward in the imprisoned space with the ceiling barely six foot six high but three swats from the leftfield and three from the right reddened her can nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch over TV for a spell and wash the blow from me hair.

I came back an hour later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could deliver some if you were goodness, 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 hump me nicely then you can have 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 desire to get it over with ? '' she asked nervously as I set the denture 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 boxer down.

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

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

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

'' It would appear that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the plate excursus and moved towards her, she could do absolutely zip to stop me, but her latent self preservation instinct had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her snatch rim. I rested the very tip of my tool against her pinko softness and she opened like an exotic peak and welcomed me in the crudest most primeval and nearly delicious way possible.

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

She stared at me with a mixture of reverence and surprisal, I think the gentleness of our initial mating 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 in force to contract me with her bound legs which just rubbed my rib batting cage and then in a all unprofessional manner I tucked into her cervix cuddling 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 presence of mind to answer her.

'' You sound like an old war 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 sound

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

She stared helplessly, `` Will 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 soundly girl, '' 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 touch sensation, you have to express your pleasure, now I have to whip you again, do you understand ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the john. '' she protested, I found her a arena, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook shot in between some of the nails holding my wine cellar cap to the lounge floor joists passed a roofy around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her tied weapon system and hauled her to her metrical unit. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a twosome of times with the whip 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 hold your boob out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her bosom looked so inviting, and her nipples such lovely target area and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` Left mamilla, right wing nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a treble 19 I said `` Clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the teat which responded by turning dark 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, `` 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 leaf inside her and pressed my fingers on her clit to charge up her, `` Oh my Jehovah. '' she wailed as I strove to excuse her, and as I worked on her clit so her mitt slipped from her titty and her munition slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breath was coming in trivial 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 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 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 cerebration of seeing her naked and with splendid remembering of her consistence and an immense feeling 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 early on next cockcrow, she was still at rest but she came upstairs quickly enough with the prospect of the bathroom and bacon and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday nighttime, not place 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 champion 's houses. '' It was all the information I needed.

I locked her in the root cellar with a bolt and padlock I found in the garage and went to her parents to arrange a `` Ransom ! ``

Her mother was an older version of Cassie and delightful and she was so excusatory when she found Acacia farnesiana was too intoxicated to come home and had phoned on my day off to social club 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 Million, '' and they want proof, I insisted.

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the anatomy of her laptop, her apparel was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the tacky punk one looked more suitable because it showed her panties better, at least it would if I had let her wear off any, oh and I touched up the shag slut and changed the word cunt which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the price 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. '' she said convincingly and then we watched TV through the falter Wi Fi feed and I started to make a crossbreed to tie her to. It fixed to the wall, to a greater extent X then cross

She watched carefully and when I was done she let me tie her wrists and articulatio talocruralis to the beam of light and then we tried it.

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my boxers to begin with and chanted, `` left pap veracious nipple clitoris and ass '' as I swatted her breasts and up between her legs and down against her button and when her middle started to glaze I drove my tool deep inside her.

'' Not my neck, '' she wailed, `` mouth, '' as I tried a love sting 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 figure. '' I asked jokingly.

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

I could n't reject the dame could I ? I did n't want to anyway and with a rush I started shooting my encumbrance deep inside her.

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

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

'' What sex this soundly without being stoned, sorry I do n't mean so ! '' she snapped, `` And with a shag driver, bollocks ! ``

'' Charming, '' I agreed, `` I think my little break one's back need a reminder of whose collar she wears. ''

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

She resisted for long time and then finally began to screw it, faster and faster in a desperate bid to cum and yet a vain one until I slipped my handwriting between her leg 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 good, and she slumped down against her bail bond in debilitation which dove the dowelling deeper into her making her gasp once more.

I decided she needed to fall upstairs again, so I found the fleece lined handlock and fixed then around her mortise joint with a short concatenation so she could only subscribe bantam 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 last most things and the mailboat roast potatoes were ok and the peas were standard canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched Billy Sunday TV for a spell naked, on the sofa together, holding work force at one stage until bed time.

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

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

I grabbed my uniform and brought her display case to the chamber where she was desperately trying to transfer the fuck-slut wording across her os frontale so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a little black frock, `` No business causa ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the basement and packed away her laptop and charger.

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

'' piece of 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 character ? '' I asked, she pointed so I sprinted upstairs grabbed it and came down to line up her struggling with the door ignition 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 sheath 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.

'' Work, '' I said again

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

'' There was no ransom, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog collar on, `` You skilful let me have 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.

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

I cleared all the evidence that break of day and when the police did n't come I collected her at four thirty, `` nursing home ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` left hand script lane, subscribe a left hand here, ''

'' Where to Madam, '' I asked.

'' base, 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 to be there but it was as I left it, `` Look five to five, '' she commented, '' You can knock off at five but first, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can make me cum without a whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

I did n't need a second fiat, my pants and boxers were off like a dig, and I dove my tool deep into her hot wet box, and as I did so she reached for her hand bag ad pulled out the dog collar, `` Slip it back around my neck if you want me, '' she said quietly.

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

'' Good, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can oversee, '' 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 crownwork and blouse off and released her bra to unveil the word 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 place `` I need pecker ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' Well if that is all that is on offering. '' I agreed, `` But commend I 'm maestro in my house, '' I insisted.

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

Re posted due to job editing.. Was `` flame tree ''