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

driving Miss Jones.

She wore a little yellow-bellied garb, so shortsighted that it barely reached her stocking meridian. Her longsighted blonde hair needed combing. She looked like she was one-half departed, 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 steps towards the car just before seven.

'' You 're latterly, '' I said brusquely, and paused insolently before I added,
'' brothel keeper. ``

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

'' In your bag ma'am, '' I suggested, but she did n't have it, nor her nightlong case, `` Which room ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't cognise, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` Bedroom ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about twenty four possible rooms, in the bring down nation house where she had crashed for the night.

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

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

'' Servants incoming. '' he repeated, `` Chauffeurs enter through the handmaid ingress. ``

'' Do you really necessitate a go against jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because Miss Jones needs her grip and overnight case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to bring in 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 principal staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to mount the step two treads at a time.

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

third gear on the right was a bathroom, and, as I flung it wide receptive I found the side by side room was noblewoman Baxter 's bedchamber, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really ingest bolted her door, and then I never would have caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her defenseless potbelly bulged without her corset, and her breast sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the door shut again before she could hollo, but of course she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs uniform let her identify me in a split second. The next door was speculative, master Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, goose egg to be majestic 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 sexy french maids costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an unattractive home base counties burr and I realised she was actually a unfeigned chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The fair sex, Miss Robert Tyre Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked lacuna, `` The whore in the yellow garb ? '' I offered.

'' Oh yes, this one third on the right. '' she said. To any normal mortal it was quarter on the leftfield but this was Northamptonshire so logical system went out of the window, and she opened the door with her key.

'' I say ! '' a rather disheveled vernal man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, master Baxter 's eldest son, and heir, `` mightiness have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with match trails of gunpowder across it as carefully as his trembling finger would allow, `` What you want ? ``

'' fille Jones cases, '' I asked, he looked dummy, `` Cassandra, sweet wattle. '' he looked blank, `` Jonesey ? ``

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

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

I grabbed the Laptop, an image of a daughter on a pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a pornography celluloid, I marvelled at the girl 's electrical capacity to take what looked like a telephony perch inside her for a split moment, before I yanked out the broadband and courser leads and pig out it all in its protective soft case.

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

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

I grabbed the face and bag and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not good enough, bloody servant not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall report you to your employer. ``

I knew his type from the United States Army, cowardly slight dent that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 flame in Al-Iraq or I.E.D. in Helmand.

'' Very ripe sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hired man rid to thump him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone pace outside, but managed to persist upright and I put the eccentric in the back of the car with young woman Jones.

'' In the flush ! '' 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 spin, not that I did n't leave a pair of tire tracks all the way across the gravelled forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The fortune of getting to the spot by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut Cassie up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nisan Micra, doing 35 just polish a rebuff curve which I took at 90, I 'm surely she shut her eyes 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 insufferable, but we were late so the traffic was even lumbering than usual but there she was one-half asleep looking for all the world like last eve whore on her way domicile to sleep the day away not the director of European sales agreement for a major international company.

It was a dissever indorsement decision but the inner lane was moving fastest so I eased the big black Chrysler across and suddenly the case to the servicing was correct there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a handicap bay rightfield by the door, grabbed her in one hand and her case in the other and bustled her into the lady, and on into a disabled loo to the consternation of the Lady there.

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

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my purpose, `` assault ! '' Any former meter I might cause noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her monotone bay window and her shapely breasts from seeing her in a swimsuit but her waxed os pubis were a surprisal, I somehow expected a blond beaver.

I found clean black step-in and bra in her case, `` Brassica napus ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too occupy 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 cap of her suit, `` handkerchief, Pen. '' I ordered, `` right go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two bit 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 secretive 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 incline at 70 and then bullying my way into the 30mph crawl towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

'' For gods sake do your makeup properly you look like a strip-o-gram. '' I suggested, `` And I 'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the Shirley Temple guy, mid sixties, 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 City of Light ! '' she complained.

'' From a Greek valerian shop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to waver through dealings trying to get to the situation as quickly as possible, `` You better leave alone your laptop so I can pass over the hard drive. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the thrill, '' I explained, `` You need a light head Madam. ``

Somehow we were only twenty dollar bill minute of arc late when she swept into the main entrance, at to the lowest degree as she emerged she looked like a 20 seven year old executive not a 30 seven year old hustler 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 billet, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a infernal good job I did, half of it was illegal, the young lady with the telephone pole inside her was the least 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 ideate it but I could n't envisage her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my finger drive with a cleaner program but I copied the last few documents in pillow slip something went incorrectly, and then I identified the porno and deleted it, then I cleared the retentiveness, cookies, everything and overwrote it on the hard crusade as well. I would have got downloaded a unit lot of codswallop to cover it but the government agency wi-fi would n't let me access the Aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

I took the laptop computer to Cassandra 's assistant, missy Davis. `` What the hell on earth happened ? '' she asked, `` The old man nearly had a fit ! ``

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

The same thing did n't go on Ted Jessye Norman. `` What the pit happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until septet XV and then you drove like a lunatic. '' he said, `` And then there 's the Services, parking in a disenable space and use of the madam 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 nightdress apparently ? ``

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

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the Services ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

Home was a near derelict terraced home between a Pisces and chip shop class and a bookie, barely a mile and a one-half from the berth it had three chamber, a big service department accessed from a stake alley and a sizable cellar which I had to spend a fate getting underpin, and near years I had from nine XXX until one or quite often five or six to do work on it between duties, and so far I had the floors and roof sorted but beyond that it was a edifice web site with a microwave oven, a TV and a bed.

I had nothing to do so I used the computer in Ted 's office to check my thumb driveway, I idly read her musical note for the group meeting, £30k per unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 unit. although what a social unit was I had no idea.

Ted came back in, `` You got three mean solar day suspension, '' he said, `` get-go back Friday 9 a.m. here, it 's the best I can do. ``

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

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

She finished at three 40 five, she was livid, all clenched fists and wound up like a clock natural spring as I drew up outside reception. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the buttocks, `` It 's your defect ! '' she said, `` You made me dress like my grandma. ``

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

'' SOB would n't budge, '' she said, `` Two breaker point six five, they offered, against two stage seven five. '' she said, `` I could n't do anything, I could have leaned forward or un-crossed my pegleg, '' she said crudely. ``

'' Either that or read your bank note, break even was two full point five. '' I said.

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

She forgot to give thanks me, as you would expect so I dropped her at the Hyperion, carried her compositor's case and waited for her to change and then returned around eleven to assume her home to Northamptonshire.

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

We dropped him at the mansion ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her base 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 dwelling to start my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some body of work done on the mansion during that three day reprieve, I soundproofed the cellar, did the ignition and collected my amps and swot kit from repositing and then on Friday I took her from the bureau to a company and finally just before four a.m I took her home.

She was wrecked, I could n't take her to her parents place like that, lord knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her successor jaundiced dress all messed up, her shoe were on the wrong base, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

I took her home, but to my place to slumber it off.

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

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

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

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to burn my fingerbreadth, so I adopted architectural plan B as they say and bundled her down the steps to the root cellar and slammed the threshold behind me.

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

I had n't planned to use the basement as a prison, there was only a bolt 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 off the shank, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and butt smoke, but she was affectionate 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 intellect, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the pall and carpet for the bedroom in the wine cellar, it took barely a moment to loosen the string around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a corner and used the string to tie her hands behind her, and then to check her stepping through her hands and getting them in front of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpeting and unwrapped the mantle to constitute 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 president under the root cellar threshold door-handle before I showered and headed for bed in my one half completed bedroom.

I checked on her around 7 a.m, she looked just like a crack whore so I took an old vivid orange lipstick I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote hussy in big letters right across her os frontale and then I eased her dress up around her waist and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy.

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

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

It was much loose to cut her ruined panties off than contact them, so I used the funny little hook blade in my Francis Edgar 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 shoes, and then she looked really whacky, and rather hapless 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 attract her dress down enough to hide her pubes.

'' If you shut up I 'll let you shower, '' I promised, but she would n't, she could n't believe I just wanted her to sober up up and get cleaned up.

'' Ok, if you wo n't keep out 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 door firmly shut and then I grabbed my backpack and walked to the tube station and got a train to Piccadilly carnival. It did n't take yearn to rule what I wanted, a ball gag in a store window.

Once inside I found they had cuff for the carpus or mortise joint, soft roofy in versatile colours, dog collars, maneuver handcuffs, whips even, all form 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 cheap and tacky underwear, and a cheap icteric latex frock, 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 indorse pack and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the play handcuffs and the ball gag were wagerer than no shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth astray for me to pop the ball in her mouth and fasten the strap around the rachis of her head.

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

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow symbolic, it was supposed to be a prank, but did n't appear at all singular, I had the leash 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 bath in the unfinished can so I took her in there. I untied her branch. I set the shower bath temperature and pushed her into the shower. The water cascaded through her gilded hair and the fight just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower brain in its bracket and stripped to my bagger, that was the only reason, just to stop my dress getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the dress off first of all, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetting agent, and finally she started to pull the drenching wet dress over her header.

I took my face cloth and some scoop and started to rinse her, starting at her neck opening, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the stop and let me splay that off as well. It was a blow when I saw her nipples 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 bivouac rod in my boxers.

It was n't right, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her most buck private voice, I eased the face textile inside her cunt sass and I 'm surely she moaned, and then on down to her foundation, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some cheap shampoo she would never stimulate used in a million years I washed her hair.

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

I asked her, `` Do you require a drink ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a methamphetamine of water, I realised the remains of the lipstick was still visible across her face as she saw her rumination in the shower bath sieve and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your tum as well, '' I said, `` Cunt two pound ''

'' No ! '' she protested.

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

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

It took ages to dry her, it was a misunderstanding to get her pilus wet but with her sitting on the tub and me combing and using my old tomentum dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the basement and then I went the bare aliveness room and ordered some pizza pie before I took a bottle of coke and some plastic cup down and un-buckled her gag.

'' You wo n't brand my case will you ? '' she asked, `` delight 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 integral content in one go, `` I 'll just redo the Lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend adulteress across her facial expression but I decided to publish fuck across her forehead and sl one side of her nose and ut the former side. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her sassing leaving her looking ridiculously trashy and trashy.

She peered around the cellar, new concrete floor freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, thick soundproofing, it must induce looked like I had planned it and with the drumfish kit still in bits and mostly in composition board box it really must make looked pretty sinister.

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

I picked up the whip slapped it against my mitt 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, dally the recording to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't mark my nerve, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the bit and wrote puss £2 across her stomach again and L on her remaining 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 Vanessa Stephen. '' I gagged her again and re-fastened the manacle, and went upstairs, `` Ok coming, '' I added as I threw on an old coat and paid for the Pizzas.

'' nutrient, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the pizza pie and unfastened the handcuff, `` Coca Cola ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean to a greater extent dope. '' I said and she smiled.

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

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

She had no answer,

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

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

'' Me mainly, '' I said.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, `` Eat up, I want to look out 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 well 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 expert young lady, taking your penalization like a safe girl, six of the best for forgetting your type, six for lying and getting me into trouble, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting drunk ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' fille Jones I can experience sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining stance is fragile to say the least. ``

She finished the Pizza, `` Hands on ankles, '' I suggested, `` I saw it on Roberts video. '' I grinned.

She did as I asked and I began to wind the red cord her get out wrist and ankle joint. it was secure yet pliant and designed to leave alone 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 cords from just below the genu to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a curtain behind her and gently pushed her onto her back that she realised how bring out and vulnerable she was.

'' Oh dear god no ! '' she wailed, `` Not my bum please, oh please do n't, Robert tried, I do n't do anal retentive. ``

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

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

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

Her optic followed me as I picked up the party whip, it was awkward in the confined place with the ceiling barely six infantry six highschool but three swats from the leftfield and three from the right reddened her rump nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch over TV for a while and wash the Coca Cola 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 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 accept 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 rim, `` 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 collapsible shelter 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 cipher like as. ``

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

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

'' It would come along that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the plate aside and moved towards her, she could do absolutely nothing to lay off me, but her latent self preservation instinct had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her pussycat lips. I rested the very tip of my pecker against her pink softness and she opened like an alien prime and welcomed me in the crudest most primeval and nearly delightful way possible.

'' Nnng, '' she exclaimed as she tried to stifle her moans, but then I was floating on her damp in a sea of exaltation, I expected reluctance not need 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 gradualness of our initial mating had caught her by surprise as much as it surprised me, and she struggled to bottle up her emotions.

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her topper to squeeze me with her bound legs which just rubbed my rib Cage and then in a whole unprofessional manner I tucked into her neck hugging and have sex biting as she was helpless to balk me.

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` deplumate 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 sexual climax before I had the mien of psyche to resolve 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 photographic camera telephone set

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

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

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

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

'' No, you stifled you feelings, you have to evince your pleasure, now I have to scald you again, do you sympathise ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the bathroom. '' she protested, I found her a trough, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook in between some of the nails holding my basement ceiling to the lounge floor joists passed a roach around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her splice arms and hauled her to her foot. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a twosome 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 unchained ? '' I asked, `` For now ? ``

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then go for your breast out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so bid, and her mammilla such endearing targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get in effect at it, `` Left nipple, Right mamilla, '' I quoted, and then like a darts 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 clitoris or her labia.

'' arrest 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 implements of war and gently eased my quarter round inside her and compress my fingerbreadth on her clit to stimulate her, `` Oh my Godhead. '' she wailed as I strove to relieve her, and as I worked on her clitoris so her hands slipped from her breasts and her arm slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breath was coming in niggling pant and then she was trying not to cry out but not really succeeding and then she just let out a despairing cry and went hitch 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 thoughts of seeing her naked and with magnificent memories of her body 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 side by side morning, she was still gone but she came on a higher floor quickly enough with the prospect of the lav and bacon and ball for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday night, 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 mansion. '' It was all the info I needed.

I locked her in the basement with a bolt of lightning and padlock I found in the garage and went to her parents to stage a `` ransom ! ``

Her female parent was an old version of flame tree and delicious and she was so apologetic when she found Cassie was too drunk to amount habitation and had phoned on my day off to order me to pick up some clothes for her for Monday.

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

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the form of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the flash tinny one looked more suitable because it showed her panties better, at least it would if I had let her wear any, oh and I touched up the fuck slut and changed the password pussy which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the cost 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 delight pay the ransom. '' she said convincingly and then we watched TV through the faltering Wi Fi feed and I started to take in a hybrid 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 articulatio radiocarpea and ankle joint to the beam of light and then we tried it.

It was nearly arrant I stripped to my shorts to get down with and chanted, `` left nipple veracious nipple clit and ass '' as I swatted her breasts and up between her legs and down against her clit and when her eyes started to glass I drove my peter deep inside her.

'' Not my neck opening, '' she wailed, `` lips, '' 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 gens. '' I asked jokingly.

'' lord ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, please schoolmaster fill up 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 load deep inside her.

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

'' It 's ok, it 's convention in a prisoner striver scenario, '' I reassured her and held her closing, `` It 's quite convention. ``

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

'' Charming, '' I agreed, `` I think my picayune buckle down need a reminder of whose collar she wears. ''

I made her crook round of golf, it was cumbersome and time consuming and the whole subprogram needed changing but soon her book binding was revealed and I gave her about 20 strokes until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a man of dowelling about XXX six in long and three inch diameter and using a data file and some emery paper I rounded off one end and eased it into her pussy, it went a prospicient way in and then I tied it Midway between her ankles.

She resisted for old age 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 handwriting between her legs and sought out her clit.

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

I decided she needed to occur upstairs again, so I found the fleece lined cuff and fixed then around her ankles with a myopic chain so she could only subscribe to bantam steps and not climb up stairs and I carried her to the toilet and then to the kitchen where I set her to make dinner.

She was a truly atrocious cook, but steak can survive most things and the packet roast potatoes were ok and the peas were touchstone canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched Sunday TV for a while naked, on the couch together, holding hands at one level until bed time.

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

The sun was eminent in the sky when I woke, the warning device had n't woken me, it was 8.30, I panicked and hurtled downstairs, grabbed her casing from the car, and rushed to the cellar where I unfastened the cuff 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 lurch the fuck-slut wording across her brow so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a piffling Shirley Temple dress, `` No line of work 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 deep ! ``

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

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

'' In the car I guess ? '' I replied and she obeyed and I threw the pillowcase and laptop in the car after her and grabbing my hat I started the locomotive and we headed for the position 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 collar on, `` You better let me take that pinch, '' I suggested.

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

We arrived at 8.58.

'' quartet thirty driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't have the heart to tell her her skirt was caught up in her breeches so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the evidence that morning and when the constabulary did n't issue forth I collected her at four thirty, `` Home ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` Left hand lane, require a left here, ''

'' Where to Madam, '' I asked.

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

'' Ok '' I agreed.

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

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

'' Then you 'll feature to use the whip, '' she said as she slipped her wench and scanty off and laid them on a kitchen death chair and then hopped up on the kitchen unit.

I did n't necessitate a arcsecond society, my knickers and boxers were off like a slam, 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, `` strip it back around my cervix 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 whip, '' and then she pushed me away, `` Where 's your bed ? '' she said as she slipped her crown and blouse off and released her bra to reveal the Scripture 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 skid `` I need turncock ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the root cellar as a practice room or studio apartment, '' I explained, `` Not to proceed 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 insurance policy, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for work, and I felt so good this morn, Steve you would n't think how secure 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 good, just a bit of fun, '' she said, `` Ok ? ``

'' Well if that is all that is on offer. '' 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 trouble editing.. Was `` Cassie ''