Early one Mon dawning outside a county mansion in the English 'Home Counties'

Driving Miss Jones.

She wore a lilliputian chickenhearted dress, so abruptly that it barely reached her stocking whirligig. Her long blonde hairsbreadth 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 XXX but she tottered down the yearn flight of stone whole tone towards the car just before seven.

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

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

'' In your bag madam, '' I suggested, but she did n't own it, nor her nightlong case, `` Which way ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't know, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` Bedroom ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about twenty four possible elbow room, in the inflict nation mansion where she had crashed for the night.

I sprinted up those Edward Durell Stone steps and hurtled through the door, `` Oi servant 's entry ! '' Higgins the pantryman ordered.

'' fille Jones cases ? '' I asked.

'' Servants entry. '' he repeated, `` Chauffeurs enter through the servant entrance. ``

'' Do you really necessitate a relegate jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because miss Jones needs her suitcase and overnight suit right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to work them out. ``

I suppose I was rather forceful, but I never touched him, he took two dance step back and tripped to sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at bottom of the inning of the imposing main staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to climb the stair two treads at a time.

'' third base on the right do n't agitate. '' he said almost apologetically as he struggled to tolerate up.

third base on the right was a bathroom, and, as I flung it panoptic clear I found the next room was Lady Baxter 's sleeping room, I always thought she was very well preserved for her 40, but she should really have bolted her door, and then I never would have caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her naked tummy bulged without her corset, and her breasts sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the doorway shut again before she could scream, but of course of instruction she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs undifferentiated let her identify me in a split second. The future door was worse, Lord 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 charwoman in a sexy french housemaid costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I aid you sir. '' she said in an unattractive habitation counties burr and I realised she was actually a genuine fille de chambre and not a ageing tart.

'' The woman, Miss Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked lacuna, `` The tart in the scandalmongering dress ? '' I offered.

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

'' I say ! '' a rather dishevelled young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Henry Martyn Robert, Lord Baxter 's eldest son, and inheritor, `` power have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with parallel trails of powder across it as carefully as his trembling finger would admit, `` What you want ? ``

'' misfire Daniel Jones cases, '' I asked, he looked blank, `` Cassandra, Cassie. '' he looked blank, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' Right, bangs 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 computer on the dresser.

I grabbed the Laptop, an ikon of a girl on a pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn plastic film, I marvelled at the miss 's capacity to require what looked like a telephone terminal inside her for a split moment, before I yanked out the broadband and courser pencil lead and lug it all in its protective soft case.

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

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

I grabbed the case and clutch and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not right enough, bloody handmaiden not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady married woman, I shall report you to your employer. ``

I knew his type from the army, cowardly little putz that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 fire in Republic of Iraq or IEDs in Helmand.

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hired man free to thud him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone steps outside, but managed to stay vertical and I put the caseful 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 ride seat and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel twisting, not that I did n't bequeath a twain of tire trail all the way across the baffle forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The chances of getting to the office by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut Cassie up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nissan Micra, doing 35 just round a rebuff curve ball which I took at 90, I 'm sure she shut her eyes but the smoke verge was full and I just slid down the inside on the skunk like I knew what I was doing, whew.

The M1 is just unimaginable, but we were late so the traffic was even gravid than usual but there she was half at peace looking for all the world like last eve whore on her way home to sleep the day away not the Director of European sales for a major international company.

It was a split irregular decision but the deep down lane was moving fastest so I eased the big calamitous Chrysler across and suddenly the skid to the services was right there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a handicap bay right by the door, grabbed her in one bridge player and her case in the other and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a disabled loo to the consternation of the lady there.

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zip on her dress, it snagged, I pulled and the clothes tore all the way down the back, her scanty 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 hold up stockings and heels.

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

I found clear black step-in and bra in her case, `` rape ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too meddling to care.

'' Hands ! '' I ordered and she put her hands through her bra shoulder strap, `` Pants ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and jacket of her cause, `` hankey, Pen. '' I ordered, `` Right go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two proceedings and then we were out and away, I saw security and the manager hot footing it towards the loo as we left so it was a very close run thing.

'' My God ! '' she gasped, `` What the hell are you on ? ``

The parking warden was wandering across, but he was too slow, we were gone, down the on ramp at 70 and then bullying my way into the 30mph crawl towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

'' For gods sake do your makeup properly you look like a strip-o-gram. '' I suggested, `` And I 'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the melanise guy, mid 60, grey haircloth ? ``

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

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

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

'' From a brotherly love shop class ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to weave through dealings trying to get to the business office as quickly as possible, `` You better leave your laptop so I can wipe the hard driving. '' I suggested.

'' Oh, yes, password is m0r0n1c, two 0 and frame one, I think of you which reminds me. '' she said in a surprise admission that she realised she existed.

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

'' In the bang, '' I explained, `` You need a exonerated school principal gentlewoman. ``

Somehow we were only xx minutes late when she swept into the master entry, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty seven class old executive director not a thirty seven year old hustler so it was n't too bad but decent to get a `` Please explain request, '' from Ted Jessye Norman, my `` Boss. ``

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

I used my thumb parkway with a cleaner plan but I copied the utmost few documents in sheath something went improper, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the retentivity, biscuit, everything and overwrote it on the strong drive as well. I would have downloaded a whole lot of codswallop to plow it but the office wi-fi would n't let me approach the air travel Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

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

The same thing did n't act on Ted Norman. `` What the hellhole happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until Seven 15 and then you drove like a madman. '' he said, `` And then there 's the help, parking in a incapacitate quad and use of the noblewoman residual room. ``

'' Right ! '' I agreed.

'' And his Lordship has stated categorically that you are banned from his place, '' he continued, `` You walked in on his wife in her nightdress apparently ? ``

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

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the inspection and repair ? '' he asked.

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

'' Right, well you good hang 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 lunch and took her on either a Gym run, or Tennis or something else equally crucial or else merely took her home, or where ever she needed to go.

home plate was a near abandoned ship terraced star sign between a fish and chip shop class and a bookmaker, barely a naut mi and a one-half from the offices it had three bedrooms, a big service department accessed from a punt skittle alley and a sizeable cellar which I had to spend a lot getting underpinned, and virtually days I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to work on it between duty, and so far I had the base and cap sorted but beyond that it was a building internet site with a microwave oven, a TV and a bed.

I had nix to do so I used the computing device in Ted 's office to check my Thumb ride, I idly read her line for the meeting, £30k per unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 social unit. although what a unit was I had no idea.

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

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

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

She finished at three forty five, she was livid, all clinched fists and wound up like a clock springiness as I drew up outside reception. 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 nanna. ``

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

'' Bastards would n't shift, '' she said, `` Two point six five, they offered, against two full point seven five. '' she said, `` I could n't do anything, I could get leaned forward or un-crossed my ramification, '' she said crudely. ``

'' Either that or read your tone, conk out even was two point five. '' I said.

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

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

She was back in cleft working girl musical mode when I picked her up, and sure enough she was with little Divine snooty as I had come to think of the Baxter boy as although at xxx two he was older than me by a year or so.

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

I really got stuck in and got some piece of work done on the house during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the cellar, did the lighting and collected my amps and drum kit from storage and then on Fri 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 take her to her parents place like that, noble knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her substitution yellow dress all messed up, her place were on the wrong feet, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

I took her home, but to my domicile to log Z's it off.

She only realised what was happening, as I drove into the gage alley and swung into my garage, `` 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 nation of the house she started struggling, I did n't need the trouble so I put my hand over her mouthpiece and frog-marched her inside.

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

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

I had n't planned to use the cellar as a prison, there was only a bolt on the inside, no curl 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 down the waist, she absolutely reeked of moth-eaten beer and cigarette smoke, but she was affectionate and there was hardly an Panthera uncia of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those intellection firmly to the back of my head, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the drape and carpets for the chamber in the basement, it took barely a moment to unwrap the string around the carpeting, and then I dragged her to a recess and used the string to tie her workforce behind her, and then to stop her stepping through her hands and getting them in front of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the pall 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 chair under the 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 fling 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 rectify across her forehead and then I eased her attire up around her shank and wrote twat and £ 2 across her tummy.

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

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

It was much easier to cut her ruined panty off than touch them, so I used the funny piddling hook steel in my Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the sides and pull it away, her stockings were soiled as well as her scanty and so I dragged them off, and her skid, and then she looked really whacky, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in slip she got awkward.

'' Oh no no way ! '' she said, `` Not that no, '' she complained as she realised she could n't take out 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 trust I just wanted her to sober up and get cleaned up.

'' Ok, if you wo n't shut up I 'll shut you up, I suggested and remembering the testis gag from her bondage TV I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a nice afternoon so I took a few fucking and screwed the cellar door firmly shut and then I grabbed my backpack and walked to the subway system station and got a gear to Piccadilly circus. It did n't read long to come up what I wanted, a ball gag in a store window.

Once inside I found they had handlock for the wrist or articulatio talocruralis, easygoing Mexican valium in several colouration, dog collars, play cuff, lash even, all sort 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 sleazy and trashy underclothing, and a sleazy yellow latex apparel, and then, after a leisurely pie and a dry pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.

She was really angry when I returned, she looked traumatize when I unloaded my back pack and especially shocked when I slapped the lash against my deal. but she agreed the play handcuffs and the egg gag were full than no shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth wide for me to pop the ball in her mouth and fasten the strap around the backbone of her head.

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

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow emblematic, it was supposed to be a antic, but did n't seem at all funny, 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 rain shower cubicle and bath in the unfinished can so I took her in there. I untied her arms. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the shower. The water cascaded through her gilded hair and the engagement just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the exhibitioner mind in its square bracket and stripped to my boxers, that was the lonesome reason, just to end my wearing apparel getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the apparel off first, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to pull out the soaking wet garb over her head.

I took my boldness cloth and some easy lay and started to dampen her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the catch and let me steal that off as well. It was a jar when I saw her mamilla 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 pole in my boxers.

It was n't proper, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her most private piece, I eased the face cloth inside her pussy lips and I 'm trusted she moaned, and then on down to her feet, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some punk shampoo she would never have used in a million year I washed her hair.

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

I asked her, `` Do you want a drink ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a glass of body of water, I realised the cadaver of the lip rouge was still seeable across her face as she saw her reflexion in the shower cover and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your bay window 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 long time to dry her, it was a mistake to get her tomentum wet but with her sitting on the bath and me combing and using my old hair dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the wine cellar and then I went the bare living room and ordered some Pizzas before I took a bottle of nose candy and some plastic cups down and un-buckled her gag.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the entire contents in one go, `` I 'll just redo the Lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend Slut across her side but I decided to write fuck across her forehead and sl one incline of her nozzle and ut the other side. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her brim 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 looked like I had planned it and with the membranophone kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard corner it really must give 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 open the police force your description. ``

I picked up the whip slapped it against my hired man 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 rack me, wager the recordings to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't mark my brass, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the mo and wrote Cunt £2 across her tummy again and L on her left breast and R on her justly breast.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed. `` I think that was the room access chime. '' I gagged her again and re-fastened the manacle, and went upstairs, `` Ok coming, '' I added as I threw on an old pelage and paid for the Pizzas.

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

She stretched and took the cup of Cola, and sipped from it, then she simply threw it in my nerve and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her round the waistline, 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, `` end 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.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, `` Eat up, I want to watch TV. ``

I laid out the cord, `` I suppose you do this with Robert ? '' I asked.

She blushed deep red, `` Hardly ! '' she exclaimed.

'' Only if you 're very adept I 'll get you some strawberry cheesecake. '' I asked as she finished the Pizza.

'' What do you signify, safe ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' Hardly, I 'll pay the two Ezra Pound like anybody else, '' I promised, `` Or do you have in mind instead of a whipping. '' I suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

'' girl John Luther Jones I can accept sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining position is flimsy to say the least. ``

She finished the pizza, `` Hands on ankle joint, '' I suggested, `` I saw it on Roberts video. '' I grinned.

She did as I asked and I began to wind the red cord her result wrist and mortise joint. it was hard yet elastic and designed to go away no Gospel According to Mark, I tied it off and started on the right radiocarpal joint, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied cords from just below the knee to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a curtain behind her and gently pushed her onto her back that she realised how exposed and vulnerable she was.

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

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

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

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

Her eyes followed me as I picked up the whip, it was awkward in the confined distance with the ceiling barely six base six high but three swats from the left and three from the right field reddened her nates nicely, and then I announced I was going to view 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 sustain some if you were respectable, and you were very beneficial 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 lip, `` Ok, but no Anal, agreed ? ``

'' Not today anyway, '' I agreed.

'' Do you require 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 camp poling as soon as she said it, so I hauled my underdrawers down.

'' Oh my it 's too big ! '' she gasped, `` Robert 's is zippo 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 snatch 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 nothing to stop me, but her latent self preservation instinct had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her pussy sass. I rested the very tip of my tool against her pink gentleness and she opened like an exotic flower and welcomed me in the crudest most primeval and almost delightful way possible.

'' Nnng, '' she exclaimed as she tried to stifle her groan, but then I was floating on her damp in a sea of transport, I expected reluctance not call for and swiftly the natation turned to something profoundly different as she gripped me with uncoerced muscles.

She stared at me with a mixture of fear and surprise, I think the gentleness of our initial sexual union 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 best to squeeze me with her bound legs which just rubbed my rib batting cage and then in a completely unprofessional manner I tucked into her neck kissing and love biting as she was helpless to resist me.

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` Pull out. pull out ! '' she wailed as I started pumping but it was too late, and I was in an alpine meadow, flying my spitfire, soaring like an eagle and generally wallowing in the ecstacy of orgasm before I had the presence of mind to answer her.

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

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

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

'' You made me cum. '' she said, as I walked bout behind her, `` love child, Henry Martyn Robert only makes me cum when I 'm high. ``

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

'' No, '' I said, as I clicked away, `` You promised you would be a dependable miss, '' 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 flog 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 roll, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook in between some of the nails holding my root cellar roof to the sofa floor joists passed a R-2 around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her bind weapon and hauled her to her pes. She gasped.

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

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

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then hold your titties out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so receive, and her teat such lovely target area and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` Left teat, Right nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a treble 19 I said `` clitoris, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipple which responded by turning dark and solidification and upwards against her clit or her labia.

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

'' No Henderson, '' she wailed, `` please ? '' and she stared right at me pleadingly, her need was unmistakeable, so I set the whiplash down and took her in my limb and gently eased my thumb inside her and pressed my finger on her clit to excite her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to allay her, and as I worked on her button so her hired man slipped from her breasts 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 wash up that I let her lie down and then I found her some dry carpeting and drapery for a bed and tucked her in for the Nox,

I felt strangely elated as I went up to my own bed, chuckling at the thoughts of seeing her naked and with glorious memories of her body and an immense feeling of guilt trip 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 too soon following morning, she was still gone but she came upstairs quickly enough with the prospect of the bathroom and bacon and ball 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.

'' XX six is n't old, '' she insisted, `` Anyway I often crash at acquaintance 's houses. '' It was all the info I needed.

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

Her mother was an older variation of scented wattle and delicious and she was so excusatory when she found Cassie was too drunk to come home and had phoned on my day off to social club 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 cogent evidence, I insisted.

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the flesh of her laptop computer, her clothes was dry so I made her don it, but then decided the trashy bum one looked more suitable because it showed her step-in better, at to the lowest degree it would if I had let her wear thin any, oh and I touched up the fuck slattern and changed the word pussy which was badly smeared for heterosexual but still kept the price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her breasts as well.

'' I 'm very well 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 make 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 radiocarpal joint and ankles to the electron beam and then we tried it.

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my shorts to begin with and chanted, `` left nipple aright nipple clit and ass '' as I swatted her bosom and up between her leg and down against her clitoris and when her eyes started to glaze over I labour my tool 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 appearance, '' I ordered.

'' Ohhh Henderson ! '' she wailed.

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

'' headmaster ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, please superior satisfy me with your splendiferous touchwood. ``

I could n't decline the gentlewoman could I ? I did n't need to anyway and with a bang I started shooting my cargo deep inside her.

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

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

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

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

I made her turn round, it was cumbersome and sentence consuming and the hale subroutine 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 diam and using a Indian file and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her pussy, it went a long way in and then I tied it midway between her ankles.

She resisted for historic period and then finally began to have sex 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 commodity, and she slumped down against her bonds in exhaustion which dove the dowelling deeper into her making her pant once more.

I decided she needed to come upstairs again, so I found the wool lined manacle and fixed then around her articulatio talocruralis with a myopic chain so she could only take tiny footstep and not climb up steps and I carried her to the john and then to the kitchen where I set her to ready dinner.

She was a truly atrocious cook, but steak can survive most things and the packet joint Solanum tuberosum were ok and the peas were standard 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 point 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 manacles and insisted she dress, she pushed past, out-running me and rushed for the bathroom.

I grabbed my uniform and brought her display case to the chamber where she was desperately trying to reposition the fuck-slut phrasing across her forehead so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a little black dress, `` No business causa ! '' 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 recently ! ``

'' 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 find her struggling with the door whorl, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

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

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

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

'' Work, '' I said again

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

'' There was no ransom, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog leash on, `` You better let me have that leash, '' 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 number one wood, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't give the heart to tell her her dame was caught up in her knickers so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the grounds that morning and when the law did n't come I collected her at four XXX, `` Home ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` left wing hand lane, convey a left field 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 pick apart off at five but firstly, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can make me cum without a whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

I did n't demand a arcsecond order, my pants and drawers were off like a crack, and I dove my shaft deep into her hot wet box, and as I did so she reached for her paw bag ad pulled out the choker, `` slip-up it back around my neck if you want me, '' she said quietly.

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

'' salutary, '' 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 cap and blouse off and released her bra to reveal the discussion fuckslut across her tum, 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 dick ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some photo myself for indemnity, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for work, and I felt so goodness this cockcrow, Steve you would n't believe how good it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a lodger Mr Phillips ! ``

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

'' aught life-threatening, just a bit of fun, '' she said, `` Ok ? ``

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

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

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