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

Driving girl Jones.

She wore a small lily-livered garb, so little that it barely reached her stocking tops. Her long blonde hairsbreadth needed combing. She looked like she was one-half at peace, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an hour late, we said six XXX but she tottered down the long flight of stone steps towards the car just before seven.

'' You 're belated, '' I said brusquely, and paused insolently before I added,
'' dame. ``

'' You can cut out the funnies Henderson, '' she said, `` Got any Asprin, my head is banging like an haven 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 have it off, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` bedchamber ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about 20 four possible rooms, in the stately country mansion where she had crashed for the night.

I sprinted up those endocarp steps and hurtled through the doorway, `` Oi servant 's entree ! '' Higgins the butler ordered.

'' Miss John Paul Jones cases ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really want a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because Miss John Paul Jones needs her grip and all-night caseful 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 stairs 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 step two stride at a time.

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

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

I slammed the doorway shut again before she could holler, but of course she had seen me, and my nighttime Chauffeurs uniform let her identify me in a split second. The next door was worse, nobleman Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, zero to be proud of really but with a beer belly like his I 'm surprised he could actually see it, perhaps that 's why he was looking in the mirror !

I shut his door quietly, a woman in a aphrodisiacal Gallic maid dress up stared at my quizzically, `` Can I assist you sir. '' she said in an untempting home counties burr and I realised she was actually a genuine chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The fair sex, miss Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The woman of the street in the yellow apparel ? '' I offered.

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

'' I say ! '' a rather dishevelled new man exclaimed, I recognised him as Henry M. Robert, Lord Baxter 's eldest son, and heir, `` Might have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with matching trails of powder across it as carefully as his trembling finger would allow, `` What you want ? ``

'' Miss John Luther Jones cases, '' I asked, he looked blank, `` Cassandra, scented wattle. '' he looked blank shell, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' right field, bangs like a stagnant fish, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

'' Case and clutch ! '' I demanded, but I had seen the adhesive friction already and her laptop computer on the dresser.

I grabbed the Laptop, an picture of a young lady on a magnetic pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn film, I marvelled at the female child 's capacity to convey what looked like a telephone terminal inside her for a part bit, before I yanked out the broadband and battery charger leading and shove it all in its protective soft case.

'' That 's her work laptop you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her casing and realised her suit was missing. To my relief I found it hung neatly on the binding of the bedroom door, so I folded it and put it away carefully.

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

I grabbed the case and grip and rushed from the elbow room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not undecomposed enough, bloody servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the dame married woman, I shall report you to your employer. ``

I knew his type from the U. S. Army, cowardly petty pricks that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 ardor in Irak or IEDs in Helmand.

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a bridge player gratuitous to thump him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the Harlan F. Stone whole step outside, but managed to bide upright and I put the cause in the back of the car with young lady Jones.

'' In the rush ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the driving seat and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel twist, not that I did n't allow a pair of tyre running all the way across the devil forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The fortune of getting to the office 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 a slight breaking ball which I took at 90, I 'm sure she shut her optic but the grass threshold was panoptic and I just slid down the inside on the grass like I knew what I was doing, whew.

The M1 is just unsufferable, but we were late so the traffic was even heavier than usual but there she was half at rest looking for all the creation like last evenings whore on her way home to slumber the day away not the Director of European sales for a major International company.

It was a break up bit decision but the inside lane was moving loyal so I eased the big black Chrysler across and suddenly the eluding to the armed service was right there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a disabled bay rightfulness by the room access, grabbed her in one hand and her compositor's case in the former and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a disenable loo to the dismay 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 panties and bra did n't mate 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 design, `` Rape ! '' Any other meter I might have noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat potbelly and her shapely white meat from seeing her in a swimsuit but her wax pubes were a surprisal, I somehow expected a blond beaver.

I found clean blacken panty and bra in her case, `` assault ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too officious to care.

'' Hands ! '' I ordered and she put her hands through her bra straps, `` Pants ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and jacket crown of her suit, `` Handkerchief, 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 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 crawl towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

'' For gods sake do your constitution properly you look like a strip-o-gram. '' I suggested, `` And I 'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the ignominious guy, mid 1960s, grey hair ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' In the charge, '' I explained, `` You need a all the way headway dame. ``

Somehow we were only 20 minute of arc late when she swept into the briny entrance, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty dollar bill seven class old executive not a thirty seven year old slattern so it was n't too bad but enough to get a `` Please explicate request, '' from Ted Norman, my `` genus Bos. ``

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

I used my flick drive with a unobjectionable program but I copied the go few document in guinea pig something went wrong, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the retentiveness, biscuit, everything and overwrote it on the hard movement as well. I would consume downloaded a totally lot of codswallop to overlay it but the office wi-fi would n't let me admission the airmanship Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

'' It 's a recollective fib, '' I explained non commitally.

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

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until septenary fifteen and then you drove like a lunatic. '' he said, `` And then there 's the armed service, parking in a incapacitate infinite and use of the Lady 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 nightgown apparently ? ``

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

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the Services ? '' he asked.

'' form of a quick change, otherwise no gossip. '' agreed.

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

Usually I did the weft up, then went place for the aurora and then I came back either after dejeuner and took her on either a Gym run, or lawn tennis or something else equally important or else merely took her home, or where ever she needed to go.

habitation was a about derelict terraced house between a fish and crisp workshop and a bookie, barely a nautical mile and a half from the offices it had three bedrooms, a big service department accessed from a back alley and a goodly root cellar which I had to spend a fortune getting underpinned, and most 24-hour interval I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to play on it between duties, and so far I had the floors and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building situation with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had aught to do so I used the computer in Ted 's berth to curb my quarter round drive, I idly read her notes for the merging, £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 twenty-four hour period suspension, '' he said, `` showtime back Friday 9 a.m. here, it 's the safe I can do. ``

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

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

She finished at three forty five, she was livid, all clinched fists and wound up like a clock spring as I drew up outdoor reception. She threw her laptop computer in the car and slumped furiously in the rear end, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me dress like my grannie. ``

'' rightfield, I got a three day break because of you, '' I added.

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

'' Either that or read your notes, discontinue even was two item five. '' I said.

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

She forgot to give thanks me, as you would have a bun in the oven so I dropped her at the Hyperion, carried her cases and waited for her to shift and then returned around eleven to take her habitation to Northamptonshire.

She was back in crack whore mode when I picked her up, and indisputable decent she was with little overlord snooty as I had come to guess of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was older than me by a year or so.

We dropped him at the anteroom ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her dwelling house which surprised me as I expected her to spend the Nox with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the power and walked plate to set off my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some study done on the house during that three day interruption, I soundproofed the wine cellar, did the inflammation and collected my amps and get up kit from storage and then on Fri I took her from the office to a company and finally just before four a.m I took her home.

She was wrecked, I could n't get her to her parents place like that, Almighty knows what she was on, she was barely witting, her replacement scandalmongering dress all messed up, her shoes were on the wrong feet, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

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

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

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

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

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to bite my finger's breadth, so I adopted programme B as they say and bundled her down the gradation to the cellar and slammed the door behind me.

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

I had n't planned to use the cellar as a prison, there was only a deadbolt 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 attack the waist, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and cigarette roll of tobacco, but she was warm and there was hardly an snow leopard 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 sleep it off, I had the pall and carpets for the sleeping accommodation in the cellar, it took barely a here and now to undo the strand around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a corner and used the train to tie her hands behind her, and then to stop her stepping through her custody and getting them in front of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the curtain to form a makeshift bed, and then I told her, `` kip it off ok ? '' and I left her to it while I went upstairs where I jammed a kitchen chair under the basement door door-handle before I showered and headed for bed in my one 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 marking from my bag and wrote SLUT in big alphabetic character right across her os frontale and then I eased her dress up around her waist and wrote puss and £ 2 across her tummy.

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

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

It was much easy to cut her ruined panties off than pertain them, so I used the funny piddling come-on blade in my Francis Edgar Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the side and pluck it away, her stockings were soiled as well as her scanty and so I dragged them off, and her shoe, and then she looked really punch-drunk, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in suit she got awkward.

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

'' If you shut up I 'll let you shower down, '' I promised, but she would n't, she could n't think 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 testicle gag from her thrall video I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a prissy afternoon so I took a few jailor and screwed the wine cellar doorway firmly shut and then I grabbed my back pack and walked to the Underground post and got a caravan to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't necessitate longsighted to feel what I wanted, a lump gag in a workshop window.

Once inside I found they had cuff for the wrists or articulatio talocruralis, soft R-2 in versatile colours, dog collars, sport handlock, whips even, all sorts and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred British pound on her.

I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very cheap and cheap underwear, and a punk yellow-bellied latex apparel, 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 clique and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my script. but she agreed the manoeuvre handcuffs and the ball gag were better than no shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth across-the-board for me to pop the testis in her oral fissure and fasten the strap around the back of her head.

She let me put handcuffs on her and I untied the corduroy and on an momentum I strapped dog shoe 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 seem at all suspect, I had the trine 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 john so I took her in there. I untied her arms. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the exhibitioner. The body of water cascaded through her gold hair's-breadth and the fight just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower header in its bracket and stripped to my boxers, that was the alone reason, just to barricade my clothes getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should hold taken the dress off first, '' I explained as she got wetter and bedwetter, and finally she started to pull out the soaking wet dress over her school principal.

I took my face cloth and some soap and started to launder her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the catch and let me slip that off as well. It was a blow when I saw her tit react to my touch, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own feelings were being betrayed as I looked down at the collapsible shelter pole in my packer.

It was n't rectify, I decided even when she allowed me to wash away her most private parts, I eased the fount cloth inside her cunt mouth and I 'm sure she moaned, and then on down to her feet, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some gimcrack shampoo she would never have used in a million years I washed her hair.

'' crapulence ? '' she asked, I realised she had nothing to wassail since we arrived.

I asked her, `` Do you want a drunkenness ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a glass of water, I realised the remains of the lip rouge was still seeable across her face as she saw her reflection in the shower screenland and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your tummy as well, '' I said, `` pussy 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 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 wine cellar and then I went the bare living room and ordered some Pizzas before I took a bottle of coke and some plastic cupful down and un-buckled her gag.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the intact subject matter in one go, `` I 'll just remake the Lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend Slut across her boldness but I decided to write have it off across her brow and sl one side of her nuzzle and ut the early English. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her lips leaving her looking ridiculously gimcrack and trashy.

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

'' Is it for a ransom ? '' she said, `` Because you wo n't get away with it. '' she said, `` I know you, I can give way the police your description. ``

I picked up the whip slapped it against my helping 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, run the transcription to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't cross off my aspect, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the here and now and wrote Cunt £2 across her corporation 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 door 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, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the Pizza and unfastened the handcuffs, `` coke ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean more genus Cola. '' I said and she smiled.

She stretched and took the cup of Cola, and sipped from it, then she simply threw it in my look and ran, she nearly made it to the stair but I caught her fill out the waist, she squealed almost delightedly as I held her, `` Yuck ! '' I exclaimed, `` I 'll get you some more. '' and I set her John L. H. 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 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 corduroys, `` 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 mean, good ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Miss Jones I can cause sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining spatial relation is tenuous to say the least. ``

She finished the pizza pie, `` Hands on articulatio talocruralis, '' I suggested, `` I saw it on Richard J. Roberts video. '' I grinned.

She did as I asked and I began to thread the red cord her left wrist and ankle. it was strong yet pliant and designed to leave no stain, I tied it off and started on the properly 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 drapery behind her and gently pushed her onto her back that she realised how exposed and vulnerable she was.

'' Oh costly god no ! '' she wailed, `` Not my fanny please, oh please do n't, Henry Martyn Robert tried, I do n't do anal. ``

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

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

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

Her eyes followed me as I picked up the whip, it was awkward in the confined quad with the cap barely six human foot six in high spirits but three swats from the left and three from the right reddened her tail nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch TV for a patch and wash the snow from me hair.

I came back an hour later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could have some if you were honest, 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 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 back talk, `` 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 collection plate down.

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

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

'' And what about all the others ? '' I asked, `` The 1 you do n't think back. ``

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

'' It would appear that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the scale aside and moved towards her, she could do absolutely nothing to contain me, but her latent self preservation inherent aptitude 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 alien blossom and welcomed me in the crudest most primordial and most delightful way possible.

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

She stared at me with a mixture of awe and surprisal, I think the gentleness of our initial mating had caught her by surprisal as much as it surprised me, and she struggled to inhibit her emotions.

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her best to contract me with her bound legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a all unprofessional fashion I tucked into her neck petting 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 coming before I had the bearing of mind to suffice her.

'' You sound like an old war movie. '' 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 rung behind her, `` Bastard, Henry Martyn Robert only makes me cum when I 'm high. ``

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 honest girlfriend, '' I reached down and added some scarlet highlighting 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 whip you again, do you understand ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the lav. '' she protested, I found her a sports stadium, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook in between some of the nails holding my root cellar cap to the lounge storey joists passed a rope around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her tied arms and hauled her to her feet. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a duad of times 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 unbrace ? '' I asked, `` For now ? ``

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then hold your titties out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so ask over, and her mamilla such pin-up butt and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` leftfield nipple, Right nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a dart played going down for a treble 19 I said `` clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipples which responded by turning dark and hardening and upwards against her clit or her labia.

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

'' No Henderson, '' she wailed, `` Please ? '' and she stared right at me pleadingly, her need was unmistakeable, so I set the lash down and took her in my blazonry and gently eased my thumb inside her and press out my fingers on her clitoris to excite her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to exempt her, and as I worked on her clitoris so her handwriting slipped from her breasts and her arms slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breather was coming in small gasps and then she was trying not to cry out but not really succeeding and then she just let out a despairing cry and went limp and collapsed into my arms.

She looked so exhausted that I let her lie down and then I found her some dry rug 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 thoughts of seeing her naked and with glorious memories of her eubstance and an Brobdingnagian 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 next dawning, she was still gone but she came upstairs quickly enough with the prospect of the lavatory and bacon and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday nighttime, not nursing home 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 Quaker 's houses. '' It was all the info I needed.

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

Her female parent was an older interpretation of flame tree and delightful and she was so apologetic when she found scented wattle was too salute to get home and had phoned on my day off to order me to pick up some apparel 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 systema skeletale of her laptop, her clothes was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the flash cheap one looked more suitable because it showed her scanty better, at least it would if I had let her fatigue any, oh and I touched up the fuck slut and changed the parole bitch which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her tit as well.

'' I 'm finely Dad and Mom. he 's treated me really well but please pay the ransom money. '' she said convincingly and then we watched TV through the hesitation Wi Fi feed and I started to make a crown of thorns to tie her to. It fixed to the wall, Sir Thomas More X then cross

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

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my shorts to begin with and chanted, `` left tit proper nipple button and ass '' as I swatted her bosom and up between her branch and down against her clit and when her eyes started to glaze I drove my prick deep inside her.

'' Not my neck, '' she wailed, `` lip, '' as I tried a love bite 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 fill me with your splendiferous spunk. ``

I could n't refuse the lady could I ? I did n't want to anyway and with a rush I started shooting my load late inside her.

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

'' It 's ok, it 's normal in a absorbed striver scenario, '' I reassured her and held her finish, `` It 's quite normal. ``

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

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

I made her turn round, it was cumbersome and clock time consuming and the whole procedure needed changing but soon her back was revealed and I gave her about 20 accident until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of music of dowelling about XXX six in long and three inch diam and using a file and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her kitty, it went a tenacious way in and then I tied it midway between her ankles.

She resisted for years and then finally began to bang it, faster and faster in a desperate bid to cum and yet a vain one until I slipped my script between her branch and sought out her clit.

She came with animalistic oink and plaint, `` You swine, you absolute swine, '' she wailed, `` I do n't desire to cum you swine, '' but it was no good, and she slumped down against her chemical bond in debilitation 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 handcuff and fixed then around her ankles with a short chain of mountains so she could only take petite steps and not climb step and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to arrive at dinner.

She was a truly terrible cook, but steak can survive most thing and the packet roast Solanum tuberosum were ok and the peas were standard canned pea so it was ok and we sat and watched Dominicus TV for a spell naked, on the sofa together, holding hired hand at one microscope stage until bed time.

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

The sun was mellow in the sky when I woke, the dismay 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 manacle and insisted she dress, she pushed past, out-running me and rushed for the bathroom.

I grabbed my uniform and brought her grammatical case to the chamber where she was desperately trying to shift the fuck-slut wording across her forehead so I doused her liberally with scent, and then she slipped on a little black attire, `` No business organisation suit of clothes ! '' 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 shell ? '' I asked, she pointed so I sprinted upstairs grabbed it and came down to recover her struggling with the doorway curl, `` 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 pillow slip and laptop in the car after her and grabbing my hat I started the engine and we headed for the situation as fast as I could.

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

'' piece of work, '' I said again

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

'' There was no ransom, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog collar on, `` You better let me hold 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 30 driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't have the heart to recount her her skirt was caught up in her knickers so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the evidence that sunup and when the constabulary did n't arrive I collected her at four thirty, `` habitation ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a land mile she ordered `` left hand lane, take on a left field here, ''

'' Where to brothel keeper, '' I asked.

'' place, surely you know the way nursing home. '' she said.

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' well lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my theater, 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 off, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can stimulate me cum without a whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

I did n't need a second order, my pants and drawers were off like a snapshot, and I dove my tool deep into her hot wet box, and as I did so she reached for her bridge player bag ad pulled out the collar, `` slip of paper 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 deal, '' 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 crown and blouse off and released her bra to bring out the password 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 brake shoe `` I need cock ! ``

I showed her the bedchamber, the bed was a muckle but she piled in and dragged me after her, `` Oh yes, that 's near, oh that 's really sound. '' 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 signify to demand a ransom ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the basement as a pattern elbow room or studio, '' I explained, `` Not to hold back 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 in force this sunrise, Steve you would n't believe how good it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a roomer Mr Phillips ! ``

'' Oh you remembered my public figure at final ? '' I queried.

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

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

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

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