Early one Monday first light outside a county mansion in the English people 'Home Counties'

Driving miss Jones.

She wore a lilliputian white-livered dress, so shortly that it barely reached her stocking tops. Her long blonde haircloth needed combing. She looked like she was one-half departed, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an 60 minutes late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the hanker escape of Stone steps towards the car just before seven.

'' You 're deep, '' 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 madam, '' I suggested, but she did n't have 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 XX four possible rooms, in the baronial rural area house where she had crashed for the night.

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

'' Miss Jones cases ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really postulate a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because miss Jones needs her grip and overnight grammatical case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to land them out. ``

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

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

one-third on the right was a lav, and, as I flung it wide open I found the succeeding room was madam Baxter 's sleeping accommodation, I always thought she was very well preserved for her mid-forties, but she should really have bolted her door, and then I never would throw caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her naked tummy bulged without her stays, and her boob sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the doorway shut again before she could holler, but of course she had seen me, and my darkness Chauffeurs uniform let her identify me in a dissever second. The next door was worsened, Lord Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, nothing to be gallant of really but with a beer belly like his I 'm surprised he could actually see it, perhaps that 's why he was looking in the mirror !

I shut his door quietly, a cleaning lady in a sexy French people maidservant costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an unattractive rest home counties burr and I realised she was actually a real chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The charwoman, fille Inigo Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked blank shell, `` The working girl in the yellow dress ? '' I offered.

'' Oh yes, this one third on the right field. '' she said. To any normal person it was 4th 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 dishevelled Young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, Lord Baxter 's eldest son, and heritor, `` mightiness have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with twin track of powder across it as carefully as his trembling digit would grant, `` What you want ? ``

'' Miss Jones shell, '' I asked, he looked dummy, `` Cassandra, Cassie. '' he looked lacuna, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' rightfield, bang like a dead Pisces the Fishes, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

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

I grabbed the laptop computer, an picture of a girl on a Pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn film, I marvelled at the girl 's capacity to require what looked like a telephone rod inside her for a rip indorse, before I yanked out the broadband and charger leads and stuffed it all in its protective soft case.

'' That 's her oeuvre laptop computer you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her case and realised her suit was missing. To my assuagement I found it hung neatly on the back of the sleeping accommodation doorway, so I folded it and put it away carefully.

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

I grabbed the grammatical case and grip and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not estimable enough, damn servant not allowed ok, and you frightened the Lady wife, I shall report you to your employer. ``

I knew his type from the army, cowardly little slit that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging cast AK47 flack in Iraq or IED in Helmand.

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hand dislodge to thump him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the Harlan F. Stone measure outside, but managed to stay upright and I put the causa in the back of the car with Miss Jones.

'' In the kicking ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the ram fundament and got going, but even then I hardly got any bike tailspin, not that I did n't leave a pair of tyre lead all the way across the chafe forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The chances of getting to the 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 round out a rebuff bend which I took at 90, I 'm sure she shut her eyes but the grass 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 insufferable, but we were late so the dealings was even grave than common but there she was one-half asleep looking for all the world like last evening whore on her way home to slumber the day away not the Director of European sales for a major external company.

It was a carve up second decisiveness but the inner lane was moving loyal so I eased the big black 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 other and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a incapacitate loo to the consternation of the lady there.

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

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my intentions, `` Rape ! '' Any other time I might possess noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flavorless bay window and her shapely knocker from seeing her in a bathing suit but her waxed pubes were a surprise, I somehow expected a blonde beaver.

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

'' Hands ! '' I ordered and she put her hands through her bra strap, `` pant ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and jacket of her suit of clothes, `` hankey, Pen. '' I ordered, `` Right go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two minutes 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 nigh 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 creeping towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

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

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

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

'' It was a k Euros from capital of France ! '' she complained.

'' From a charity shop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to weave through traffic trying to get to the office as quickly as potential, `` You better depart your laptop so I can pass over the hard campaign. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the boot, '' I explained, `` You need a bring in head dame. ``

Somehow we were only XX minute late when she swept into the main entrance, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty seven year old executive director not a XXX seven year old hustler so it was n't too bad but enough to get a `` Please excuse request, '' from Ted Norman, my `` hirer. ``

I had to park up and go to his berth, 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 pole inside her was the least of it, and it was all saved, thrall, whipping, hogties, it seemed his Lordship actually had a subscription to Hogties although I could n't imagine Cassandra hogtied, well I could suppose it but I could n't envisage her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my riffle drive with a sporting program but I copied the last few document in lawsuit something went unseasonable, and then I identified the pornography and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, cooky, everything and overwrote it on the hard campaign as well. I would have downloaded a all lot of rubbish 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, missy Davis. `` What the hell happened ? '' she asked, `` The old man nearly had a fit ! ``

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

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

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until septet fifteen and then you drove like a madman. '' he said, `` And then there 's the Services, parking in a disabled distance and use of the Lady rest way. ``

'' 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, `` Nothing at all. ``

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the religious service ? '' he asked.

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

'' Right, well you sound hang around because the old man wants you sacked. '' he insisted.

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

menage was a come near derelict terraced mansion between a fish and potato chip shop and a bookie, barely a mile and a half from the offices it had three bedroom, a big service department accessed from a back bowling alley and a respectable root cellar which I had to pass a fortune getting support, and near Day I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to make on it between duties, and so far I had the floors and cap sorted but beyond that it was a construction site with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had nothing to do so I used the computer in Ted 's agency to check over my Thumb drive, I idly read her notes for the encounter, £30k per unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 units. although what a social unit was I had no idea.

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

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

'' You got to cast off her at the Hyperion when she finishes this evening. '' he said, `` And take her dwelling after so you need to hang around, sorry. ``

She finished at three forty five, she was bloodless, all clinched fists and wound up like a clock spring as I drew up outside receipt. She threw her laptop computer in the car and slumped furiously in the tooshie, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me frock like my grandmother. ``

'' right field, I got a three day dangling because of you, '' I added.

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

'' Either that or read your distinction, discontinue even was two point five. '' I said.

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

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

She was back in cleft whore style when I picked her up, and sure enough she was with little lord snooty as I had come to think of the Baxter boy as although at 30 two he was older than me by a yr or so.

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

I really got stuck in and got some employment done on the house during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the cellar, did the inflammation and collected my amps and barrel 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 surrogate yellowish attire all messed up, her shoe were on the haywire feet, and she vomited all over the pavement just before she climbed in.

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

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

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

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the state of the theater she started struggling, I did n't need the bother so I put my mitt over her sass and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to burn my finger, so I adopted plan B as they say and bundled her down the footmark to the wine cellar and slammed the door behind me.

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

I had n't planned to use the cellar as a prison, there was only a bolt on the inside, no curl 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 polish up the waist, she absolutely reeked of moth-eaten beer and cigarette grass, but she was affectionate and there was hardly an troy ounce of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those thoughts firmly to the back of my mind, I just wanted her to kip it off, I had the curtains and carpeting for the bedrooms in the wine cellar, it took barely a consequence to unmake the string around the carpeting, and then I dragged her to a quoin and used the bowed stringed instrument to tie her men behind her, and then to check her stepping through her handwriting and getting them in front of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the mantle to mould a makeshift bed, and then I told her, `` Sleep it off ok ? '' and I left her to it while I went upstairs where I jammed a kitchen chair under the cellar 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 lipstick I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote slattern in big letters right across her forehead and then I eased her clothes up around her waist and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy.

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

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

It was much loose to cut her ruined scanty off than touch them, so I used the funny story little hook blade in my Francis Edgar 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 dress down enough to obliterate 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 close you up, I suggested and remembering the ball gag from her thrall television I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a nice good afternoon so I took a few roll in the hay and screwed the wine cellar doorway firmly shut and then I grabbed my packsack and walked to the Underground place and got a train to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't take hanker to find what I wanted, a ball gag in a workshop window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the radiocarpal joint or ankles, soft R-2 in various colours, dog pinch, play handcuff, party whip even, all form and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred Ezra Pound on her.

I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very cheesy and flash underwear, and a cheesy yellow latex clothes, and then, after a leisurely pie and a pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.

She was really tempestuous when I returned, she looked shocked when I unloaded my plunk for ring and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the drama cuff and the ball gag were in effect than no shower bath and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her sass extensive for me to pop the ball in her mouthpiece and tighten the strap around the rear of her head.

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

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow symbolic, it was supposed to be a joke, but did n't look at all funny, I had the deuce-ace 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 cascade booth and bath in the unfinished privy so I took her in there. I untied her weapons system. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the shower. The urine cascaded through her gilded hair and the fighting just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower head in its angle bracket and stripped to my shorts, that was the only reason, just to contain my clothes getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should take taken the dress off first, '' I explained as she got wetter and bed wetter, and finally she started to tear the soaking wet dress over her psyche.

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

It was n't correct, I decided even when she allowed me to launder her virtually individual voice, I eased the brass cloth inside her puss lips and I 'm for certain she moaned, and then on down to her fundament, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some cheap shampoo she would never have used in a million years I washed her hair.

'' drinking ? '' she asked, I realised she had nothing to tope since we arrived.

I asked her, `` Do you need a drinking ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a spyglass of H2O, I realised the corpse of the lip rouge was still seeable across her typeface as she saw her contemplation in the rain shower sieve and gasped.

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

'' Oh, you should see the picture, '' I joked, `` worth thou ! '' She seemed to funk inwardly at that.

'' I wrote across your stomach as well, '' I said, `` Cunt two pounds ''

'' 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 ages to dry her, it was a misapprehension to get her fuzz 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 root cellar and then I went the bare living room and ordered some Pizzas before I took a feeding bottle of coke and some credit card cups down and un-buckled her gag.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the intact contents in one go, `` I 'll just redo the Lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend Slut across her grimace but I decided to write fuck across her os frontale and sl one side of meat of her nose and ut the other face. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her lips 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 drumfish kit still in bits and mostly in composition board loge it really must get 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 reach the police your verbal description. ``

I picked up the whip slapped it against my paw 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, 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 moment and wrote cunt £2 across her tummy again and L on her unexpended breast and R on her flop breast.

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

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

'' solid food, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the pizza pie and unfastened the handcuffs, `` Coke ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean Sir Thomas More 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 face and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her round 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, `` Finish 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.

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

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

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

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

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

'' What do you entail, beneficial ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Hardly, I 'll pay the two pounds 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 mind, '' she said, `` I was drunk all right hand ? ``

'' Oh, unlike video recording, '' I said `` Sorry. '' I countered, `` Its about 40 eight rap I make it. ``

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

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

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

She did as I asked and I began to wind the red electric cord her left carpus and ankle. it was stiff yet elastic and designed to leave no St. Mark, I tied it off and started on the right wrist, 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 curtain behind her and gently pushed her onto her binding that she realised how give away and vulnerable she was.

'' Oh dearly 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 mark my face or cut my ears off will you. ``

'' Not if you take your penalization like a good young lady and screwing nicely, '' I told her, `` I think I better give six of the best for now do n't you ? ``

Her eyes followed me as I picked up the whiplash, it was awkward in the confined space with the roof barely six foot six gamy but three swats from the left field and three from the right field reddened her rump nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch TV for a spell and wash the coke from me hair.

I came back an time of day later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could take some if you were right, 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 know me nicely then you can take in 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 erecting 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 Martyn Robert 's is zero like as. ``

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

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

'' It would appear that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the plateful divagation and moved towards her, she could do absolutely nil to break me, but her latent self preservation instinct had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her puss backtalk. I rested the very tip of my tool against her pinko softness and she opened like an alien efflorescence and welcomed me in the crudest most primeval and most delicious 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 reluctance not necessitate and swiftly the floating turned to something profoundly unlike as she gripped me with will muscles.

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

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her best to squeeze me with her edge legs which just rubbed my rib Cage and then in a wholly unprofessional way I tucked into her cervix petting and do it biting as she was helpless to resist me.

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

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

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

'' No, '' I said, as I clicked away, `` You promised you would be a unspoilt young lady, '' 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 feelings, you have to express your delight, now I have to mop up 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 hook in between some of the nails holding my cellar ceiling to the lounge story joists passed a circle around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her bind limb and hauled her to her groundwork. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a couplet of meter with the whip but it was very awkward for her so I sat her down and untied the circle and let her rest.

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

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then accommodate your breast out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her bosom looked so bid, and her nipples such cover girl targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get honest at it, `` Left mamilla, Right mamilla, '' I quoted, and then like a flit played going down for a treble 19 I said `` Clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the tit which responded by turning dark and hardening and upwards against her clit or her labia.

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

'' No Henderson, '' she wailed, `` delight ? '' and she stared right at me pleadingly, her need was unmistakeable, so I set the whip down and took her in my arms and gently eased my thumb inside her and iron my finger on her clit to arouse her, `` Oh my master. '' she wailed as I strove to save her, and as I worked on her clit so her workforce slipped from her breast and her implements of war slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breath 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 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 sentiment of seeing her au naturel and with glorious memories of her dead body 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 following morning, she was still at rest but she came upstair quickly enough with the prospect of the bathroom and bacon and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Fri Nox, not base surely, '' I asked.

'' I sneak in, '' she said.

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

'' twenty dollar bill six is n't old, '' she insisted, `` Anyway I often crash at admirer 's home. '' It was all the information I needed.

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

Her mother was an older version of Acacia farnesiana and delightful and she was so apologetic when she found Cassie was too tope to total home and had phoned on my day off to order me to clean up some clothes for her for Monday.

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

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the frame of her laptop computer, her dress was dry so I made her have on it, but then decided the tacky cheap one looked more worthy because it showed her panty better, at least it would if I had let her wear any, oh and I touched up the fuck trollop and changed the watchword cunt which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her breast 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 faltering Wi Fi feed and I started to make up a crown of thorns 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 ankles to the beams and then we tried it.

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my shorts to set out with and chanted, `` left nipple right nipple clitoris and ass '' as I swatted her breasts and up between her legs and down against her clit and when her center started to glaze over I push my tool deep inside her.

'' Not my neck, '' she wailed, `` brim, '' as I tried a dearest 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 name. '' I asked jokingly.

'' Master ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, please Master sate me with your glorious spunk. ``

I could n't deny the ma'am could I ? I did n't want to anyway and with a bang I started shooting my incumbrance mystifying inside her.

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

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

'' What sex this good 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 striver need a reminder of whose collar she wears. ''

I made her turning cycle, it was cumbersome and time consuming and the whole function needed changing but soon her spinal column was revealed and I gave her about twenty dollar bill strokes until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of music of dowelling about XXX six inches long and three in diameter and using a filing cabinet and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her pussy, it went a long way in and then I tied it Battle of Midway between her ankles.

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

She came with animalistic grunt and plaint, `` 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 adherence in enfeeblement 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 handlock and fixed then around her mortise joint with a short chain so she could only take flyspeck whole step and not climb stair and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to pee dinner.

She was a truly atrocious Captain James Cook, but steak can hold up most things and the packet joint potatoes were ok and the pea plant were banner canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched William Ashley Sunday TV for a while naked, on the sofa together, holding hired hand at one degree until bed time.

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

The sun was gamy in the sky when I woke, the alarm had n't woken me, it was 8.30, I panicked and hurtled downstairs, grabbed her pillowcase from the car, and rushed to the cellar where I unfastened the manacles and insisted she garb, 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 budge the fuck-slut phraseology across her forehead so I doused her liberally with essence, and then she slipped on a petty Shirley Temple frock, `` No business causa ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the cellar and packed away her laptop and charger.

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

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

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

'' I must be. '' I agreed.

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

'' pocketbook, , wheres my adhesive friction ? '' 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.

'' study, '' I said again

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

'' There was no ransom, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog neckband on, `` You improve let me cause that arrest, '' I suggested.

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

We arrived at 8.58.

'' four-spot thirty number one wood, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't have the heart to tell her her bird was caught up in her knickers so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the grounds that morning and when the police did n't come in I collected her at four thirty, `` dwelling house ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a geographical mile she ordered `` left hand hired man lane, deal a left here, ''

'' Where to dame, '' 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, `` search 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 party whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

I did n't postulate a indorse order, my drawers and boxer were off like a pellet, 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 collar, `` Slip it back around my neck if you want me, '' she said quietly.

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

'' Good, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can manage, '' she kissed me, `` Very well, '' another osculation, `` Without the lash, '' and then she pushed me away, `` Where 's your bed ? '' she said as she slipped her crown and blouse off and released her bra to reveal the word fuckslut across her corporation, 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 tool ! ``

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

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

'' To be honest I wanted you to sleep it off before you went dwelling house. ``

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

'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the cellar as a practice room or studio, '' I explained, `` Not to keep 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 work, and I felt so good this first light, Steve you would n't conceive how good 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 last ? '' I queried.

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

'' Well if that is all that is on go. '' I agreed, `` But think back I 'm master in my sign, '' I insisted.

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

Re posted due to problem editing.. Was `` cassie ''