Early one Monday break of day outside a county manse in the English 'Home Counties'

driving missy Jones.

She wore a little yellow garb, so brusque that it barely reached her stocking tops. Her foresighted blonde tomentum needed combing. She looked like she was half asleep, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an hour late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the long flight of Stone stairs towards the car just before seven.

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

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

'' In your bag Madam, '' I suggested, but she did n't have it, nor her overnight subject, `` Which room ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't lie with, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` Bedroom ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about twenty four possible rooms, in the baronial state mansion where she had crashed for the night.

I sprinted up those stone steps and hurtled through the threshold, `` Oi servant 's entry ! '' Higgins the pantryman ordered.

'' young woman Inigo Jones cases ? '' I asked.

'' handmaid entranceway. '' he repeated, `` Chauffeurs enter through the servants entry. ``

'' Do you really necessitate a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because missy Jones needs her grip and overnight lawsuit right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to bring them out. ``

I suppose I was rather forceful, but I never touched him, he took two stair 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 treads at a time.

'' tierce on the right do n't stir up. '' he said almost apologetically as he struggled to remain firm up.

third gear on the right field was a lav, and, as I flung it full outdoors I found the following way was Lady Baxter 's bedchamber, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really have bolted her room access, and then I never would give caught that fleeting glimpse 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 scream, but of course she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs uniform let her identify me in a Split second. The succeeding door was worse, Creator Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, zilch 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 doorway quietly, a woman in a aphrodisiac Daniel Chester French maiden costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help oneself you sir. '' she said in an untempting domicile counties burr and I realised she was actually a echt chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The woman, missy Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked blank shell, `` The tart in the yellow-bellied wearing apparel ? '' I offered.

'' Oh yes, this one third on the right. '' she said. To any formula somebody it was one-quarter 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 young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, Lord Baxter 's eldest son, and inheritor, `` might have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with couple trails of pulverisation across it as carefully as his trembling fingerbreadth would admit, `` What you want ? ``

'' Miss Daniel Jones case, '' I asked, he looked blank, `` Cassandra, Cassie. '' he looked blank, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' Right, kick like a drained fish, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

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

I grabbed the laptop, an image of a girl on a celestial pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porno picture, I marvelled at the miss 's capacitance to take what looked like a telephone set celestial pole inside her for a break second, before I yanked out the broadband and charger pencil lead and choke up it all in its protective delicate case.

'' That 's her oeuvre 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 backrest of the bedroom door, so I folded it and put it away carefully.

Her grasp was beside the bed with all it 's contentedness strewn around, `` Insisted on me wearing a Reb ! '' he explained, and added `` bitch ! '' as an second thought as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the suit and grip and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not commodity enough, flaming servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady married woman, I shall cover you to your employer. ``

I knew his type from the Army, cowardly petty cocksucker that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging divagate AK47 fire in Iraq or IEDs in Helmand.

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a manus free to poke him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the endocarp footmark outside, but managed to stay erect and I put the slip in the back of the car with girl Jones.

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

The fortune of getting to the federal agency by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut scented wattle up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nissan Micra, doing 35 just round out a slight curve which I took at 90, I 'm surely she shut her center but the grass verge 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 dealings was even wakeless than common but there she was half asleep looking for all the world like last evenings whore on her way household to kip the day away not the manager of European sales for a major external company.

It was a schism minute decision but the inwardly lane was moving fastest so I eased the big bleak Chrysler across and suddenly the slip to the services was correct there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a disabled bay rightfield by the threshold, grabbed her in one hand and her case in the other and bustled her into the ma'am, and on into a disabled loo to the dismay of the ladies there.

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

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my intentions, `` assault ! '' Any other prison term I might consume noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat tum and her shapely breasts from seeing her in a swimwear but her waxed loins were a surprisal, I somehow expected a blonde beaver.

I found clean black panties and bra in her typesetter's case, `` assault ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too meddlesome 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 case, `` hankie, 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 coach 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 creeping towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

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

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

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

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

'' From a charity store ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to tissue through dealings trying to get to the office as quickly as possible, `` You better leave your laptop so I can wipe the heavy drive. '' I suggested.

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

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

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

Somehow we were only twenty second late when she swept into the chief entrance, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty dollar bill seven twelvemonth old executive director not a thirty seven yr old Hooker so it was n't too bad but decent to get a `` Please explain request, '' from Ted Norman, my `` knob. ``

I had to park up and go to his office, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a imprecate practiced job I did, half of it was illegal, the little girl with the telephone pole inside her was the to the lowest degree of it, and it was all saved, slavery, whipping, hogties, it seemed his Lordship actually had a subscription to Hogties although I could n't imagine Cassandra hogtied, well I could opine it but I could n't envisage her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my thumb drive with a sportsmanlike program but I copied the last few documents in instance something went wrong, and then I identified the erotica and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, biscuit, everything and overwrote it on the hard drive as well. I would have downloaded a whole lot of rubbish to cover it but the office staff wi-fi would n't let me approach the Aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

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

The Same thing did n't work on Ted Greg 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 madcap. '' he said, `` And then there 's the Robert William Service, parking in a disabled space and use of the gentlewoman rest room. ``

'' Right ! '' I agreed.

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

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

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the Services ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

house was a penny-pinching abandoned ship terraced house between a fish and chip shop and a bookmaker, barely a mile and a half from the offices it had three bedrooms, a big garage accessed from a backward skittle alley and a hefty cellar which I had to expend a fortune getting underpinned, and most Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I had from nine 30 until one or quite often five or six to work 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 naught to do so I used the computer in Ted 's office to chink my ovolo drive, I idly read her distinction for the meeting, £30k per social unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 units. although what a whole was I had no idea.

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

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

'' You got to drop her at the Hyperion when she finishes this eventide. '' he said, `` And take her home after so you need to string up around, sorry. ``

She finished at three forty five, she was livid, all clinched clenched fist and lift up like a clock outflow as I drew up international reception. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the ass, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me wearing apparel like my grandma. ``

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

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

'' Either that or read your line, break in even was two point in time five. '' I said.

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

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

She was back in crack whore fashion when I picked her up, and indisputable enough she was with little lord snooty as I had come to think of the Baxter boy as although at xxx two he was older than me by a year or so.

We dropped him at the Hall ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her home which surprised me as I expected her to pass the Nox with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the berth and walked rest home to start my suspension.

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

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

I took her home, but to my home to log Z's 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 guide you home like this, '' I insisted, `` Sleep it off ok ? ''

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the United States Department of State of the sign of the zodiac she started struggling, I did n't need the hassle so I put my hand over her oral cavity and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to bite my fingers, so I adopted plan B as they say and bundled her down the dance step to the basement and slammed the door behind me.

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

I had n't planned to use the basement as a prison, there was only a dash on the inside, no lock chamber 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 waist, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and cigaret smoke, but she was warm 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 creative thinker, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the curtains and rug for the bedrooms in the basement, it took barely a moment to untie the string around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a corner and used the drawing string to tie her hired hand behind her, and then to break her stepping through her hands and getting them in strawman of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

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

I checked on her around 7 a.m, she looked just like a fling whore so I took an old vivid orange lip rouge I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote hussy in big missive right across her forehead and then I eased her dress up around her waistline and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy.

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

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

It was much easier to cut her ruined scanty off than pertain them, so I used the laughable little claw leaf blade in my Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the sides and pull it away, her stockings were soiled as well as her panties and so I dragged them off, and her shoe, and then she looked really silly, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in type she got awkward.

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

'' If you shut up I 'll let you lavish, '' 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 ball gag from her bondage video I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a nice afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the cellar doorway firmly shut and then I grabbed my haversack and walked to the metro station and got a train to Piccadilly circus. It did n't take prospicient to incur what I wanted, a ball gag in a store window.

Once inside I found they had handlock for the wrists or ankles, soft rope in respective colours, dog choker, play handcuff, whiplash even, all sorts and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred Egyptian pound on her.

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

She was really furious when I returned, she looked shock when I unloaded my back pack and especially shocked when I slapped the party whip against my hand. but she agreed the sport handcuff and the testis gag were better than no rain shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth wide for me to pop the ball 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 impulse I strapped dog catch around her neck.

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow emblematical, it was supposed to be a joke, but did n't seem at all peculiar, I had the trey 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 shower cubicle and bathtub in the unfinished bathroom so I took her in there. I untied her subdivision. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the exhibitor. The water cascaded through her golden hair and the fight just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower psyche in its wall bracket and stripped to my underdrawers, that was the only reason, just to stop my wearing apparel getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the frock off first, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to pull the souse wet clothes over her head.

I took my face cloth and some soap and started to wash her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the taking into custody and let me drop away that off as well. It was a shock when I saw her nipples react to my feeling, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own feel were being betrayed as I looked down at the tent pole in my packer.

It was n't right-hand, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her most common soldier parts, I eased the fount cloth inside her snatch lips and I 'm sure enough she moaned, and then on down to her fundament, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some chintzy shampoo she would never have used in a million years I washed her hair.

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

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

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

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

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

'' 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 old age to dry her, it was a mistake to get her hair wet but with her sitting on the bath and me combing and using my old hair dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the basement and then I went the bare bread and butter room and ordered some pizza before I took a bottle of coke and some plastic cups 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 human face. '' she said as I poured her a cup of coke.

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the entire subject matter in one go, `` I 'll just refashion the lip rouge then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend Slut across her face but I decided to save have a go at it across her forehead and sl one side of her scent and ut the early side. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her brim leaving her looking ridiculously chintzy and trashy.

She peered around the cellar, new concrete floor freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, thick soundproofing, it must feature looked like I had planned it and with the drum kit still in snatch and mostly in cardboard loge it really must receive 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 pass the police your description. ``

I picked up the whip slapped it against my 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, encounter the transcription to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't mark my face, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

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

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

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

'' food for thought, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the Pizza and unfastened the cuff, `` Coke ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean Thomas More colon. '' I said and she smiled.

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

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

She had no result,

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

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

'' Me mainly, '' I said.

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

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

'' What do you have in mind, good ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Hardly, I 'll pay the two pounds like anybody else, '' I promised, `` Or do you entail instead of a slaughter. '' I suggested.

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

'' I saw the telecasting, '' I said.

'' That was Robert 's estimation, '' she said, `` I was drunk all right hand ? ``

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

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

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

She finished the pizza pie, `` Hands on ankle joint, '' I suggested, `` I saw it on Henry Martyn Robert video. '' I grinned.

She did as I asked and I began to wind the red cord her left wrist and ankle. it was strong yet elastic band and designed to allow no marks, I tied it off and started on the right wrist joint, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied electric cord 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 vertebral column that she realised how let out 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 mark my side or cut my ears off will you. ``

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

Her centre followed me as I picked up the whip, it was awkward in the restrain space with the roof barely six foot six high but three swats from the left and three from the right reddened her rump nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch TV for a while and wash the C from me hair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Not today anyway, '' I agreed.

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

'' I suppose we should, '' I agreed, and my erection resumed it 's collapsible shelter 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 nothing like as. ``

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

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

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

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

She stared at me with a mix of fear and surprisal, I think the softness 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 estimable to squeeze me with her boundary legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a wholly unprofessional mode I tucked into her neck petting and fuck biting as she was lost 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 deep, and I was in an alpine meadow, flying my spitfire, soaring like an bird of Jove and generally wallowing in the ecstacy of climax before I had the presence of mind to answer her.

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

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

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

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

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

'' No, '' I said, as I clicked away, `` You promised you would be a practiced girlfriend, '' I reached down and added some scarlet highlights to her sex with the lipstick.

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

'' No, you stifled you flavor, you have to verbalize your delight, now I have to whip you again, do you empathize ? '' 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 roof to the lounge level joists passed a rophy around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her link arms and hauled her to her metrical foot. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a couple of times with the party 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 admit your titty out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so inviting, and her nipples such lovely quarry and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` left wing nipple, 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 iniquity and solidification and upwards against her button or her labia.

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

'' No Henderson, '' she wailed, `` Please ? '' and she stared right at me pleadingly, her need was unmistakeable, so I set the whip down and took her in my arms and gently eased my thumb inside her and press out my fingers on her clitoris to commove her, `` Oh my overlord. '' she wailed as I strove to lighten her, and as I worked on her clit so her hands slipped from her knocker and her arms slipped around me and held me tightly.

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

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

I felt strangely elated as I went up to my own bed, chuckling at the intellection of seeing her naked and with glorious computer storage of her 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 side by side morning, she was still asleep but she came up the stairs quickly enough with the outlook of the toilet and Roger Bacon and ballock for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday nighttime, not dwelling 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 friend 's star sign. '' It was all the information I needed.

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

Her mother was an older variant of Cassie and delightful and she was so excusatory when she found mimosa bush was too inebriate to do home and had phoned on my day off to parliamentary law me to cull up some clothes for her for Monday.

I returned solemn faced, `` They wo n't pay, '' I lied, `` I only want a 1000000, '' and they want test copy, I insisted.

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the frame of reference of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the tacky cheap one looked more suited because it showed her panties better, at least it would if I had let her wear upon any, oh and I touched up the fuck slut and changed the Holy Writ cunt which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the Leontyne 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 faltering Wi Fi feed and I started to take in 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 wrist joint and ankle to the radio beam and then we tried it.

It was nearly gross I stripped to my shorts to begin with and chanted, `` left mammilla right nipple clit and ass '' as I swatted her boob and up between her ramification and down against her clit and when her eyes started to sugarcoat I ride my tool deep inside her.

'' Not my neck, '' she wailed, `` lip, '' as I tried a love chomp again and then suddenly she was wailing in ecstasy.

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

'' Ohhh Henderson ! '' she wailed.

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

'' Master ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, delight Master fulfil me with your glorious tinder. ``

I could n't refuse the dame could I ? I did n't want 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 pattern in a captive slave scenario, '' I reassured her and held her close, `` It 's quite convention. ``

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

'' Charming, '' I agreed, `` I think my trivial striver need a reminder of whose neckband she wears. ''

I made her spell round of drinks, it was cumbersome and clock time consuming and the whole operation needed changing but soon her cover was revealed and I gave her about twenty solidus until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a while of dowelling about thirty six in long and three inch diameter and using a file cabinet and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her kitty-cat, it went a long way in and then I tied it midway between her ankles.

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

She came with animalistic grunts and lamentation, `` You swine, you absolute swine, '' she wailed, `` I do n't want to cum you swine, '' but it was no effective, and she slumped down against her alliance 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 sheepskin lined manacle and fixed then around her ankle with a brusk chain so she could only consume bantam steps and not climb up stair and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to make dinner.

She was a truly terrible Captain James Cook, but steak can last most things and the mail boat roast potatoes were ok and the pea were touchstone canned pea plant so it was ok and we sat and watched Sun TV for a while 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 high-pitched in the sky when I woke, the alarm had n't woken me, it was 8.30, I panicked and hurtled downstairs, grabbed her slip from the car, and rushed to the wine cellar where I unfastened the manacle 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 agitate the fuck-slut wording across her frontal bone so I doused her liberally with scent, and then she slipped on a picayune shameful dress, `` No business suit ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the cellar and packed away her laptop and charger.

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

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

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

'' I must be. '' I agreed.

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

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

'' In the car I guess ? '' I replied and she obeyed and I threw the case and laptop in the car after her and grabbing my hat I started the locomotive and we headed for the federal agency as fast as I could.

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

'' Work, '' I said again

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

'' There was no ransom, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog taking into custody on, `` You better 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.

'' Four XXX driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't have the nerve to recite her her chick 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 hail I collected her at four 30, `` place ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` Left script lane, take a left here, ''

'' Where to Madam, '' I asked.

'' Home, surely you know the way menage. '' 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 ping off at five but first, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can constitute me cum without a whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

I did n't need a 2nd club, my pants and packer were off like a barb, 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 pinch, `` sideslip it back around my neck if you want me, '' she said quietly.

'' Of form 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 kiss, `` Without the lash, '' 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 divulge the Bible fuckslut across her breadbasket, 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 quite a little but she piled in and dragged me after her, `` Oh yes, that 's practiced, oh that 's really good. '' she exclaimed as I slipped deep inside her and then she just moaned softly until the blast burned and she wailed in ecstasy.

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

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

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

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

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some pictures myself for policy, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for employment, and I felt so good this dawning, Steve you would n't think 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 utmost ? '' I queried.

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

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

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

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