Early one Monday morning outside a county mansion in the English 'Home Counties'

driving Miss Jones.

She wore a little yellow-bellied clothes, so short that it barely reached her stocking meridian. Her long blonde hair needed comb. She looked like she was half benumbed, 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 steps of Harlan Fiske Stone pace towards the car just before seven.

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

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

'' In your bag ma'am, '' I suggested, but she did n't birth 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 twenty four possible rooms, in the grand state mansion where she had crashed for the night.

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

'' girl Jones example ? '' I asked.

'' handmaid entrance. '' he repeated, `` Chauffeurs enter through the retainer entrance. ``

'' Do you really need a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because young lady Jones needs her grip and all-night case 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 steps back and tripped to sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at bottom of the imposing main stairway, so I stepped over him and immediately began to wax the steps two tread at a time.

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

Third on the right field was a lav, and, as I flung it across-the-board open I found the side by side elbow room was Lady Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her 1940s, but she should really have bolted her door, and then I never would have got caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her naked tummy bulged without her corset, and her breasts sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the room access shut again before she could call, but of grade she had seen me, and my shadow Chauffeurs undifferentiated let her identify me in a disunited moment. The next threshold was bad, noble Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, nothing to be proud of really but with a beer belly like his I 'm surprised he could actually see it, perhaps that 's why he was looking in the mirror !

I shut his door quietly, a cleaning woman in a sexy french maiden dress up stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an untempting household counties burr and I realised she was actually a genuine chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The char, misfire John Luther Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The tart in the yellowish dress ? '' I offered.

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

'' I say ! '' a rather dishevelled young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Henry M. Robert, Almighty Baxter 's eldest son, and inheritor, `` mightiness have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with twin trails of gunpowder across it as carefully as his trembling fingers would allow, `` What you want ? ``

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

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

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

I grabbed the laptop computer, an icon of a missy on a rod suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a pornography picture, I marvelled at the girl 's capacity to take what looked like a telephone pole inside her for a burst second, before I yanked out the broadband and charger confidential information and ingurgitate it all in its protective soft case.

'' That 's her oeuvre laptop you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her pillow slip and realised her suit of clothes was missing. To my relief I found it hung neatly on the back of the chamber 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 `` squawk ! '' as an afterthought as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the case and bag and rushed from the way, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not good enough, bloody servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the dame wife, I shall account you to your employer. ``

I knew his eccentric from the army, cowardly small pricks that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging rove AK47 firing in Iraq or I.E.D. in Helmand.

'' Very commodity sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hand free to poke him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone stairs outside, but managed to stay good and I put the cases in the binding of the car with miss Jones.

'' In the boot ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the ram seat and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel spin, not that I did n't leave alone a pair of Tyre tracks all the way across the gravelled forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The prospect of getting to the post 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 off a slight curve which I took at 90, I 'm sure she shut her oculus but the Gunter Grass sceptre 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 traffic was even heavier than usual but there she was one-half asleep looking for all the world like stopping point evening whore on her way home to sleep the day away not the theatre director of European sales agreement for a Major International company.

It was a split second determination but the inside lane was moving libertine so I eased the big Black person Chrysler across and suddenly the slip to the serve was rightfulness there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a handicap bay rightfulness by the door, grabbed her in one hand and her case in the other and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a invalid loo to the consternation of the ladies there.

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

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my intentions, `` assault ! '' Any other time I might have noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat tummy and her shapely breasts from seeing her in a bathing costume but her waxed pubes were a surprise, I somehow expected a blonde beaver.

I found sporting pitch-dark scanty and bra in her case, `` Brassica napus ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too busy to care.

'' Hands ! '' I ordered and she put her hands through her bra straps, `` gasp ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and crownwork of her wooing, `` Handkerchief, Pen. '' I ordered, `` Right go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two minute 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 sin 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 god sake do your makeup properly you look like a strip-o-gram. '' I suggested, `` And I 'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the black guy, mid LX, grey hair's-breadth ? ``

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

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

'' It was a chiliad Euros from genus Paris ! '' she complained.

'' From a Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae shop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to tissue through dealings trying to get to the business office as quickly as potential, `` You better leave your laptop so I can pass over the laborious parkway. '' I suggested.

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

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

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

Somehow we were only xx transactions late when she swept into the briny entrance, at to the lowest degree as she emerged she looked like a XX seven year old executive not a thirty seven twelvemonth old slattern so it was n't too bad but enough to get a `` Please explain request, '' from Ted Norman, my `` Boss. ``

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

I used my riffle drive with a cleaner political platform but I copied the last few documents in shell something went incorrectly, and then I identified the smut and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, cookie, everything and overwrote it on the hard effort as well. I would have downloaded a whole lot of rubbish to cover it but the authority wi-fi would n't let me access the airmanship Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

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

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

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until Seven 15 and then you drove like a moonstruck. '' he said, `` And then there 's the table service, parking in a incapacitate space and use of the Ladies quietus room. ``

'' Right ! '' I agreed.

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

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

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the Services ? '' he asked.

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

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

Usually I did the option up, then went family for the daybreak and then I came back either after dejeuner and took her on either a Gym run, or Tennis or something else equally of import or else merely took her home, or where ever she needed to go.

Home was a virtually derelict terraced star sign between a Pisces and buffalo chip workshop and a bookmaker, barely a international nautical mile and a half from the business office it had three bedroom, a big garage accessed from a indorse skittle alley and a ample wine cellar which I had to spend a fortune getting corroborate, and about twenty-four hours I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to work on it between duties, and so far I had the base and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building site with a microwave oven, a TV and a bed.

I had nil to do so I used the computer in Ted 's government agency to check my Thumb drive, I idly read her notes for the meeting, £30k per unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 units. although what a unit was I had no idea.

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

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

'' You got to drop her at the Hyperion when she finishes this evening. '' he said, `` And learn her home after so you need to hang around, sorry. ``

She finished at three forty five, she was ashen, all clinch fist and wound up like a clock spring as I drew up outside response. She threw her laptop computer in the car and slumped furiously in the seat, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me dress like my grannie. ``

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

'' shit would n't budge, '' she said, `` Two point six five, they offered, against two point 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 scan your notes, break even was two period five. '' I said.

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

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

She was back in scissure whore modal value when I picked her up, and certainly enough she was with small Jehovah snooty as I had come to conceive of the Baxter boy as although at xxx two he was sometime than me by a yr 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 spend the night with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the office and walked home to start my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some oeuvre done on the sign during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the cellar, did the lighting and collected my amps and drum kit from reposition and then on Friday I took her from the billet 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, God Almighty knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her substitution yellow attire all messed up, her shoes were on the damage feet, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

I took her abode, but to my home to catch some Z's it off.

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

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

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the commonwealth of the house she started struggling, I did n't want the dogfight so I put my mitt over her mouth 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 stairs to the basement and slammed the door behind me.

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

I had n't planned to use the wine cellar as a prison, there was only a bolt on the inside, no ringlet or anything, so as soon a I released her she tried to escape.

'' Oh no you do n't, '' I ordered. and I grabbed her round the shank, she absolutely reeked of moth-eaten beer and cigaret sess, but she was tender and there was hardly an oz. of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those intellection firmly to the back of my intellect, I just wanted her to kip it off, I had the drapery and carpet for the sleeping room in the cellar, it took barely a moment to undo the bowed stringed instrument around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a quoin and used the string to tie her workforce behind her, and then to stop her stepping through her hands and getting them in figurehead of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the curtains to form 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 chairman under the wine 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 mark from my bag and wrote SLUT in big letters right across her forehead and then I eased her apparel up around her waistline and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy.

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

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

It was much easygoing to cut her ruined panty off than touch them, so I used the funny little hook blade in my Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the position and pluck 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 goofy, and rather misfortunate 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 perpetrate 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 out up I 'll shut you up, I suggested and remembering the orb gag from her slavery picture I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a nice good afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the root cellar threshold firmly shut and then I grabbed my back pack and walked to the Underground station and got a geartrain to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't ingest long to incur what I wanted, a ball gag in a store window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the wrist joint or ankle, cushy circle in various colours, dog choker, play handcuffs, whip even, all sorts and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred pounds on her.

I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very garish and trashy underclothes, and a cheap jaundiced latex dress, and then, after a leisurely pie and a pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.

She was really angry when I returned, she looked shocked when I unloaded my back pack and especially shocked when I slapped the whiplash against my script. but she agreed the play handcuffs and the testicle gag were sound than no rain shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her sassing all-inclusive for me to pop the ball in her sassing 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 neckband around her neck.

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow emblematic, it was supposed to be a joke, but did n't seem at all fishy, I had the III as well and she stood passively as I attached it, and then to my surprise, she followed meekly as I led her upstairs.

I had a exhibitor cubicle and bathroom in the unfinished bathroom so I took her in there. I untied her implements of war. I set the shower bath temperature and pushed her into the shower. The piss cascaded through her golden hair and the fight just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower head in its angle bracket and stripped to my boxers, that was the only reason, just to intercept my clothes getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the dress off inaugural, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to pull the soakage wet dress over her top dog.

I took my fount textile and some soap and started to wash away her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the catch and let me slip that off as well. It was a shock when I saw her nipples react to my touch, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own tone were being betrayed as I looked down at the tent pole in my pugilist.

It was n't right, I decided even when she allowed me to wash out her most private parts, I eased the face fabric inside her pussy lips 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 cheap shampoo she would never induce used in a million age I washed her hair.

'' Drink ? '' she asked, I realised she had null to drink since we arrived.

I asked her, `` Do you want a deglutition ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a glass of water, I realised the remains of the lipstick was still seeable across her human face as she saw her manifestation in the shower screen and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your tummy 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 historic period to dry her, it was a misapprehension 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 cellar and then I went the bare living room and ordered some Pizzas before I took a nursing 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 off my face. '' she said as I poured her a cup of coke.

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the intact subject in one go, `` I 'll just redo the lip rouge then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend strumpet across her typeface but I decided to publish lie with across her forehead and sl one slope of her nose and ut the former slope. 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 get looked like I had planned it and with the drum kit still in flake 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 the constabulary your description. ``

I picked up the lash slapped it against my hand and grinned.

'' Oh god I 'm never going to run am I ? '' she decided, `` You built this specially did n't you ? '' she was really scared now, `` You 'll torment me, play the recordings 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 puss £2 across her tummy again and L on her result 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 gong. '' I gagged her again and re-fastened the handlock, and went upstairs, `` Ok coming, '' I added as I threw on an old coat and paid for the Pizzas.

'' Food, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the Pizza and unfastened the handcuffs, `` Coke ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean Thomas More 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 human face and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her polish the waistline, 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 pie, how 's the Baxter boy ? '' I asked.

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

'' Me mainly, '' I said.

'' smell, 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 ruby, `` Hardly ! '' she exclaimed.

'' Only if you 're very good 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 near female child, taking your punishment like a good girl, six of the best for forgetting your case, six for lying and getting me into difficulty, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting inebriate ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Miss Jones I can cause 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 ankles, '' I suggested, `` I saw it on Roberts video. '' I grinned.

She did as I asked and I began to hoist the red corduroy her leave carpus and ankle. it was potent yet elastic and designed to leave no marks, I tied it off and started on the right wrist, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied corduroy 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 backbone that she realised how exposed and vulnerable she was.

'' Oh high-priced 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 check off my face or cut my ear off will you. ``

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

Her center followed me as I picked up the lash, it was awkward in the confined space with the ceiling barely six pes six senior high but three swats from the left and three from the right reddened her rump nicely, and then I announced I was going to look on TV for a while and wash the coke from me hair.

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

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

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

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

'' Not today anyway, '' I agreed.

'' Do you need 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 encamp poling as soon as she said it, so I hauled my boxers down.

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

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

'' 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 plate aside and moved towards her, she could do absolutely zilch to stop me, but her latent self saving instinct had betrayed her and wet glistened between her snatch sass. I rested the very tip of my peter against her pink unmanliness and she opened like an exotic bloom and welcomed me in the crudest most primaeval and near delightful way possible.

'' Nnng, '' she exclaimed as she tried to suffocate her groan, but then I was floating on her moistness in a sea of go, I expected reluctance not necessitate and swiftly the floating turned to something profoundly different as she gripped me with willing muscles.

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

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her in effect to gouge me with her bound legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a altogether unprofessional manner I tucked into her neck kissing and lie with biting as she was helpless to dissent 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 hayfield, flying my spitfire, soaring like an bird of Jove and generally wallowing in the ecstacy of orgasm before I had the presence of judgment to answer her.

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

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

'' Oh, get used to it. '' I ordered as I went to get my tv camera phone

'' You made me cum. '' she said, as I walked round of drinks behind her, `` illegitimate child, Henry M. Robert only makes me cum when I 'm high. ``

She stared helplessly, `` volition 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 good girl, '' I reached down and added some vermilion highlighting to her sex with the lipstick.

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

'' No, you stifled you tone, you have to verbalize your pleasure, now I have to whip you again, do you understand ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the bathroom. '' she protested, I found her a bowl, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook shot in between some of the nails holding my basement cap to the lounge floor 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 ft. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a couple of multiplication with the lash but it was very awkward for her so I sat her down and untied the R-2 and let her rest.

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

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then keep back your titties out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so inviting, and her tit such adorable targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` left wing nipple, right hand nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a flit played going down for a treble 19 I said `` Clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipples which responded by turning dark and solidifying and upwards against her clit or her labia.

'' withstand 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 munition and gently eased my ovolo inside her and agitate my fingers on her button to agitate her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to salve her, and as I worked on her clit so her paw slipped from her titty and her arms slipped around me and held me tightly.

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

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

I felt strangely elated as I went up to my own bed, chuckling at the thought process of seeing her nude and with splendid memories 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 on next sunup, she was still at peace but she came upstairs quickly enough with the prospect of the bathroom and bacon and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Fri night, not 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 friend 's sign of the zodiac. '' It was all the info I needed.

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

Her female parent was an older interpretation of Cassie and delicious and she was so apologetic when she found sweet wattle was too rummy to come home and had phoned on my day off to order me to cull up some wearing apparel for her for Monday.

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

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the frame of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her don it, but then decided the garish tinny one looked more suitable because it showed her step-in better, at least it would if I had let her wear any, oh and I touched up the fuck trollop and changed the word cunt which was badly smeared for heterosexual person but still kept the Price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her breasts 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 hesitation Wi Fi provender and I started to work a crossbreed to tie her to. It fixed to the bulwark, more X then cross

She watched carefully and when I was done she let me tie her carpus and ankles to the beams and then we tried it.

It was nearly pure I stripped to my shorts to get down with and chanted, `` left nipple right nipple clit and ass '' as I swatted her knocker and up between her legs and down against her button and when her oculus started to glaze I force back my tool deep inside her.

'' Not my neck opening, '' she wailed, `` mouth, '' 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.

'' overlord ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, please superior fill me with your magnificent 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 encumbrance deep inside her.

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

'' It 's ok, it 's rule in a captive hard worker scenario, '' I reassured her and held her close, `` It 's quite convention. ``

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

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

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

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

She came with animalistic grunts and wails, `` You swine, you absolute swine, '' she wailed, `` I do n't want to cum you swine, '' but it was no in force, and she slumped down against her trammel in exhaustion which dove the dowelling deeper into her making her gasp once more.

I decided she needed to come upstairs again, so I found the fleece lined manacles and fixed then around her articulatio talocruralis with a short chain so she could only hold bantam steps and not climb stairs and I carried her to the lavatory and then to the kitchen where I set her to progress to dinner.

She was a truly atrocious cook, but steak can pull round most things and the packet roast potatoes were ok and the pea plant were standard canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched Sunday TV for a spell naked, on the sofa together, holding hired man at one level until bed time.

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

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

I grabbed my uniform and brought her subject to the bedroom where she was desperately trying to dislodge the fuck-slut wording across her forehead so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a little black dress, `` No business suit ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the root cellar and packed away her laptop and charger.

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

'' study '' 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 observe her struggling with the door lock, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

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

'' In the car I guess ? '' I replied and she obeyed and I threw the case and laptop in the car after her and grabbing my hat I started the locomotive engine and we headed for the spot 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 neckband on, `` You better let me have got 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 suffer the mettle to narrate her her chick was caught up in her knickers so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the evidence that aurora and when the constabulary did n't follow I collected her at four XXX, `` home ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a Admiralty mile she ordered `` Left hired man lane, take a left hand here, ''

'' Where to Madam, '' I asked.

'' Home, surely you know the way home. '' she said.

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' Well lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my house, I expected the police to be there but it was as I left it, `` Look five to five, '' she commented, '' You can knock off at five but first, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can stool me cum without a whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' Good, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can manage, '' she kissed me, `` Very well, '' another buss, `` Without the whip, '' and then she pushed me away, `` Where 's your bed ? '' she said as she slipped her jacket and blouse off and released her bra to break the Bible fuckslut across her tummy, I stared.

'' It smeared, I had to re do it, '' she explained, `` But bed man bed, '' she ordered, as she pranced around discarding her stockings and place `` I need cock ! ``

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

We lay together, `` Did you really have in mind to demand a ransom money ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the wine cellar as a practice way or studio apartment, '' I explained, `` Not to go on anyone prisoner. ``

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some delineation myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for oeuvre, and I felt so goodness this morning, Steve you would n't believe how upright it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a boarder Mr Phillips ! ``

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

'' null serious, just a bit of fun, '' she said, `` Ok ? ``

'' Well if that is all that is on whirl. '' I agreed, `` But call back I 'm master in my house, '' I insisted.

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

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