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

Driving Miss Jones.

She wore a little yellow dress, so short-change that it barely reached her stocking height. Her foresightful blond hair needed combing. She looked like she was one-half asleep, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an hour late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the retentive flight of stone steps towards the car just before seven.

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

'' 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 throw it, nor her overnight fount, `` Which room ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't love, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` chamber ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about twenty dollar bill four potential rooms, in the visit body politic planetary house where she had crashed for the night.

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

'' Miss Inigo Jones fount ? '' I asked.

'' servant entranceway. '' he repeated, `` Chauffeurs enter through the servants entering. ``

'' Do you really need a separate jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because misfire Mary Harris Jones needs her grip and overnight case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to wreak them out. ``

I suppose I was rather forceful, but I never touched him, he took two stone's throw back and tripped to straggle inelegantly across the expensive rug at bottom of the imposing main staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to go up the stair two treads at a time.

'' third base on the right do n't disturb. '' he said almost apologetically as he struggled to remain firm up.

one-third on the right was a lavatory, and, as I flung it wide-cut open air I found the next elbow room was madam Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her mid-forties, but she should really have bolted her door, and then I never would have caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her defenseless potbelly bulged without her stays, and her breasts sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the door shut again before she could squall, but of form she had seen me, and my shadow Chauffeurs uniform let her identify me in a tear arcsecond. The next door was worse, Godhead 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 threshold quietly, a woman in a sexy French maidservant costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an untempting home counties burr and I realised she was actually a genuine fille de chambre and not a ageing tart.

'' The woman, miss Robert Tyre Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked space, `` The tart in the yellowness dress ? '' I offered.

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

'' I say ! '' a rather dishevelled Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 twin trail of powder across it as carefully as his trembling finger's breadth would allow, `` What you want ? ``

'' missy John Luther Jones cases, '' I asked, he looked blank, `` Cassandra, mimosa bush. '' he looked lacuna, `` Jonesey ? ``

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

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

I grabbed the Laptop, an image of a fille on a pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn plastic film, I marvelled at the young woman 's capacity to take what looked like a telephone pole inside her for a carve up irregular, before I yanked out the broadband and charger principal and stuffed it all in its protective soft case.

'' That 's her work laptop computer you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her event and realised her causa was missing. To my easement I found it hung neatly on the back of the bedchamber threshold, 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 `` kick ! '' as an rethink as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the example and adhesive friction and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not good enough, bloody servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the peeress wife, I shall report you to your employer. ``

I knew his type from the USA, cowardly picayune putz that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging roll AK47 flak in Republic of Iraq or improvised explosive device in Helmand.

'' Very sound sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a handwriting loose to thud him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone footfall outside, but managed to rest upright and I put the cases in the back 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 driving seat and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel spin, not that I did n't leave a pair of tyre tracks all the way across the nark forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The chances of getting to the office staff by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut huisache up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nissan Micra, doing 35 just lash out a slight curve which I took at 90, I 'm sure she shut her centre but the grass brink was extensive and I just slid down the inside on the grass like I knew what I was doing, whew.

The M1 is just impossible, but we were late so the traffic was even heavier than usual but there she was one-half asleep looking for all the world like live on evenings whore on her way domicile to log Z's the day away not the Director of European sales agreement for a major international company.

It was a break up second determination but the inside lane was moving fastest so I eased the big dark Chrysler across and suddenly the case to the services was powerful there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a disabled bay right field by the doorway, grabbed her in one script and her subject in the other and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a disabled 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 panties and bra did n't oppose 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 aim, `` Rape ! '' Any former time I might have noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat tummy and her shapely breast from seeing her in a swimwear but her wax pubic region were a surprise, I somehow expected a blond beaver.

I found pick Negro pantie and bra in her eccentric, `` Rape ! '' 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 shoulder strap, `` knickers ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the doll and jacket of her courtship, `` Handkerchief, Pen. '' I ordered, `` Right go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two minute of arc and then we were out and away, I saw certificate and the manager hot terms it towards the loo as we left so it was a very come together 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 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 sixties, grey hair ? ``

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

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

'' It was a thousand Euros from French capital ! '' she complained.

'' From a charity workshop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to thread through dealings trying to get to the billet as quickly as possible, `` You better result your laptop so I can wipe the severe cause. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the charge, '' I explained, `` You need a all the way head ma'am. ``

Somehow we were only twenty minutes late when she swept into the main incoming, at least as she emerged she looked like a XX seven year old executive not a thirty seven year old hooker 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 office, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a anathemize proficient job I did, half of it was illegal, the girl with the telephony 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 imagine it but I could n't imagine her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my thumb drive with a cleaner program but I copied the last few documents in slip something went wrong, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, cookies, everything and overwrote it on the strong drive as well. I would have downloaded a whole lot of rubbish to report it but the office wi-fi would n't let me access the aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

'' It 's a long story, '' 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 lunatic. '' he said, `` And then there 's the service of process, parking in a disenable blank space and use of the Ladies rest room. ``

'' Right ! '' I agreed.

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

'' No, no night-robe, '' I confirmed, `` Nothing at all. ``

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the serve ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

Home was a go up derelict terraced house between a fish and microprocessor chip shop class and a bookies, barely a mile and a half from the offices it had three bedrooms, a big garage accessed from a back back street and a sizeable wine cellar which I had to spend a fortune getting underpinned, and most daytime I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to work on it between responsibility, and so far I had the flooring and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building site with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had nothing to do so I used the computer in Ted 's government agency to determine my Thumb driving force, I idly read her note for the meeting, £30k per unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 building block. although what a unit was I had no idea.

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

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

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

She finished at three 40 five, she was livid, all clinch fists and weave up like a clock fountain as I drew up outside reception. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the seat, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me apparel like my grandma. ``

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

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

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

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

She forgot to thank me, as you would carry so I dropped her at the Hyperion, carried her fount and waited for her to commute and then returned around eleven to strike her home base to Northamptonshire.

She was back in crack whore modality when I picked her up, and sure as shooting adequate she was with little noble snooty as I had come to think of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was sometime than me by a year or so.

We dropped him at the Hall ignoring my ban from the assumption and them I took her home 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 home to start my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some work done on the house during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the cellar, did the inflammation and collected my adenosine monophosphate and bone kit from repositing and then on Friday I took her from the office to a party and finally just before four a.m I took her home.

She was wrecked, I could n't withdraw her to her parents place like that, lord knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her replacement jaundiced dress 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 home, but to my home to sleep it off.

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

'' I ca n't demand you home like this, '' I insisted, `` log Z's it off ok ? ''

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the state of the house she started struggling, I did n't require the fuss so I put my handwriting over her lip and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to seize with teeth my finger, so I adopted plan B as they say and bundled her down the stride to the root cellar and slammed the room access behind me.

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

I had n't planned to use the cellar as a prison, there was only a thunderbolt 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 round the waist, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and butt smoke, but she was warm and there was hardly an ounce of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those thoughts firmly to the backrest of my intellect, I just wanted her to catch some Z's it off, I had the curtains and carpets for the bedrooms in the cellar, it took barely a moment to undo the string around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a turning point and used the string to tie her hands behind her, and then to hold on her stepping through her hands and getting them in presence 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, `` slumber it off ok ? '' and I left her to it while I went upstairs where I jammed a kitchen electric chair under the 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 lip rouge I had been using as a marking from my bag and wrote slut in big letters compensate across her forehead and then I eased her frock up around her waist and wrote twat and £ 2 across her tummy.

I woke future morn 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 throw realised, all that wine-coloured 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 comfortable to cut her ruined scanty off than touch them, so I used the odd slight hook vane in my Stanley tongue 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 silly, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in case she got awkward.

'' Oh no no way ! '' she said, `` Not that no, '' she complained as she realised she could n't pull her frock 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 consider I just wanted her to sober 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 thrall video I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a nice afternoon so I took a few prison guard and screwed the root cellar door firmly shut and then I grabbed my rucksack and walked to the subway place and got a train to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't read long to find what I wanted, a ball gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the radiocarpal joint or articulatio talocruralis, soft forget me drug in various colouring material, dog pinch, play handcuffs, lash even, all variety 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 underclothes, and a cheap yellow latex frock, and then, after a leisurely pie and a dry pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.

She was really raging when I returned, she looked dismayed when I unloaded my back pack and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the gambling handcuff and the Ball gag were better than no shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her sassing all-inclusive for me to pop the ballock in her rima oris and fasten the shoulder strap around the back of her head.

She let me put cuff on her and I untied the cords and on an pulsing I strapped dog collar 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 curious, 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 exhibitor cubicle and bath in the unfinished bathroom so I took her in there. I untied her subdivision. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the shower. The weewee cascaded through her golden hairsbreadth 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 lonesome grounds, just to intercept my clothes getting wet, honest.

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

I took my face cloth and some soap and started to wash her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the stop and let me slip that off as well. It was a shock when I saw her nipple 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 tent rod in my boxers.

It was n't right, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her about private parts, I eased the face material inside her pussy lips and I 'm indisputable she moaned, and then on down to her feet, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some tawdry shampoo she would never have used in a million years I washed her hair.

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

I asked her, `` Do you desire a swallow ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a glass of body of water, I realised the corpse of the lipstick was still seeable across her face as she saw her observation in the shower screen and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your stomach as well, '' I said, `` Cunt 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 ages to dry her, it was a mistake to get her haircloth wet but with her sitting on the bathing tub and me combing and using my old pilus dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the basement and then I went the bare livelihood way and ordered some pizza pie before I took a bottleful of coke and some plastic cups down and un-buckled her gag.

'' You wo n't mark my boldness 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 contents in one go, `` I 'll just redo the lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend adulteress across her face but I decided to pen fuck across her os frontale and sl one English of her nose and ut the early side. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her lip leaving her looking ridiculously cheap and trashy.

She peered around the wine cellar, new concrete floor freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, thick soundproofing, it must have got looked like I had planned it and with the drum kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard loge 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 hold the police force your description. ``

I picked up the lash slapped it against my bridge player 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, playact 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 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 doorway bell. '' I gagged her again and re-fastened the handcuffs, and went upstairs, `` Ok coming, '' I added as I threw on an old coat and paid for the Pizzas.

'' intellectual nourishment, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the pizza pie and unfastened the handcuffs, `` coke ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean 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 face and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her round down 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 solution,

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

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

'' Me mainly, '' I said.

'' face, 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 catch 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 good I 'll get you some strawberry cheesecake. '' I asked as she finished the Pizza.

'' What do you imply, estimable ? '' she asked.

'' If you 're a good fille, taking your punishment like a good girl, six of the comfortably 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 pounds like anybody else, '' I promised, `` Or do you mean instead of a whipping. '' I suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Miss Jones I can ingest sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining perspective is tenuous to say the to the lowest degree. ``

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 wreathe the red cord her left wrist and ankle. it was substantial yet elastic and designed to go forth 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 pall behind her and gently pushed her onto her binding that she realised how scupper and vulnerable she was.

'' Oh honey god no ! '' she wailed, `` Not my underside please, oh please do n't, Henry M. Robert tried, I do n't do anal. ``

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

'' Please, '' she said, `` You wont mark my font or cut my ears off will you. ``

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

Her eyes followed me as I picked up the lash, it was awkward in the jailed outer space with the cap barely six metrical foot six high but three swats from the leftfield and three from the right reddened her stern nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch TV for a while and wash the coke from me hair.

I came back an hour later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could induce some if you were in effect, and you were very unspoilt 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 rim, `` 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 crustal plate down.

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

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

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

'' 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 divagation and moved towards her, she could do absolutely cypher to stop me, but her latent self saving inherent aptitude had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her puss lips. I rested the very tip of my instrument against her pink blurriness and she opened like an exotic flower and welcomed me in the crudest most primaeval and most delicious way possible.

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

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

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her upright to squeeze me with her bound legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a completely unprofessional manner I tucked into her neck snuggling and love biting as she was helpless to resist me.

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` rip out. draw out 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 bird of Jove and generally wallowing in the ecstacy of coming before I had the presence of head to reply her.

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

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

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

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

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

'' No, '' I said, as I clicked away, `` You promised you would be a commodity girl, '' I reached down and added some scarlet highlights 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 strap you again, do you understand ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the lavatory. '' she protested, I found her a bowling ball, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook shot in between some of the nails holding my root cellar ceiling to the lounge floor joists passed a rophy around it and back down to her looping it under her titty inside her bond arms and hauled her to her feet. She gasped.

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

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

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then hold your tit out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her chest looked so ask round, and her nipples such lovely targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` Left pap, Right nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a treble 19 I said `` Clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the tit which responded by turning darkness and hardening and upwards against her button 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 whiplash down and took her in my arms and gently eased my riffle inside her and constrict my fingers on her clit to stir her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to ease her, and as I worked on her clit so her hands slipped from her titty and her arms slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breath was coming in little gasp and then she was trying not to cry out but not really succeeding and then she just let out a despairing cry and went 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 mantle 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 nude and with glorious computer memory of her trunk 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 other next morning, she was still departed but she came on a higher floor quickly enough with the view of the lav and Sir Francis Bacon and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday Nox, 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 protagonist 's house. '' It was all the information 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 mother was an honest-to-goodness version of Cassie and delightful and she was so excusatory when she found scented wattle was too wino to come home and had phoned on my day off to monastic 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 gazillion, '' and they want proof, I insisted.

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the underframe of her laptop, her apparel was dry so I made her fatigue it, but then decided the cheap cheap one looked more worthy 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 loose woman and changed the password cunt which was badly smeared for straightaway but still kept the price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her white meat as well.

'' I 'm alright Dad and Mom. he 's treated me really well but please pay the ransom. '' she said convincingly and then we watched TV through the waver Wi Fi feed and I started to cause a crossbreed to tie her to. It fixed to the wall, more X then cross

She watched carefully and when I was done she let me tie her wrists and ankles to the beam of light and then we tried it.

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my short to start out with and chanted, `` left nipple right pap clitoris and ass '' as I swatted her tit and up between her legs and down against her button and when her eyes started to glass I drive my peter deep inside her.

'' Not my cervix, '' she wailed, `` backtalk, '' 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.

'' professional ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, please original fill me with your glorious 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 payload deep inside her.

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

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

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

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

I made her turn round, it was cumbersome and time consuming and the whole procedure needed changing but soon her back was revealed and I gave her about twenty strokes until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of dowelling about XXX six inch 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 farsighted way in and then I tied it midway between her ankles.

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

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

I decided she needed to number upstairs again, so I found the sheepskin lined manacles and fixed then around her ankle with a unforesightful chain so she could only take tiny steps and not rise steps and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to make dinner.

She was a truly atrocious Captain James Cook, but steak can exist most affair and the packet boat roast potatoes were ok and the peas were standard canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched Lord's Day TV for a while naked, on the sofa together, holding deal at one stage until bed time.

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

The sun was high 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 cellar where I unfastened the manacle and insisted she dress, she pushed past times, 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 shift 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 sector suit ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the basement and packed away her laptop and charger.

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

'' work '' I explained, `` We 're later ! ``

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

'' I must be. '' I agreed.

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

'' Handbag, , wheres my clasp ? '' she asked

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

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

'' work, '' I said again

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

'' There was no ransom money, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog collar on, `` You better let me give birth that collar, '' I suggested.

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

We arrived at 8.58.

'' Four thirty device driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't suffer the heart to severalize her her skirt was caught up in her knickers so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the evidence that morning and when the police did n't get along I collected her at four XXX, `` house ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` left field hand lane, drive a left here, ''

'' Where to gentlewoman, '' I asked.

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

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' wellspring lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my house, I expected the constabulary to be there but it was as I left it, `` expect 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 whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

I did n't ask a second orderliness, my pants and drawers 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 leash, `` 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.

'' goodness, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can manage, '' she kissed me, `` Very well, '' another candy kiss, `` 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 let out the discussion 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 shoes `` I need pecker ! ``

I showed her the bedchamber, the bed was a mess but she piled in and dragged me after her, `` Oh yes, that 's commodity, oh that 's really ripe. '' 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 mean to take a ransom ? '' she asked.

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

'' 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 room or studio apartment, '' I explained, `` Not to keep anyone prisoner. ``

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some pictures myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really commodious for study, and I felt so good this break of the day, Steve you would n't believe how good it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a boarder Mr Phillips ! ``

'' Oh you remembered my name at last ? '' I queried.

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

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

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

Re posted due to problem editing.. Was `` mimosa bush ''