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

Driving young lady Jones.

She wore a slight yellowness dress, so short circuit that it barely reached her stocking peak. Her long blonde tomentum needed comb. She looked like she was half departed, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an 60 minutes late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the hanker trajectory of stone steps towards the car just before seven.

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

'' You can cut out the funnies Henderson, '' she said, `` Got any Asprin, my psyche is banging like an oasis concert. ``

'' In your bag Madam, '' I suggested, but she did n't ingest it, nor her overnight typeface, `` Which room ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' young woman Robert Tyre Jones vitrine ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really need a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because young woman Jones needs her traction and overnight vitrine 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 footprint back and tripped to sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at bottom of the imposing main staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to mount the step two stride at a time.

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

Third on the right hand was a lav, and, as I flung it panoptic overt I found the next elbow room was Lady Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really deliver bolted her door, and then I never would have caught that fleeting coup d'oeil of the way her naked tummy bulged without her corset, and her titty sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the door shut again before she could scream, but of path she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs uniform let her identify me in a rent second. The next door was risky, God Almighty Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, nothing 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 door quietly, a womanhood in a sexy Gallic maiden costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an unattractive home counties burr and I realised she was actually a actual fille de chambre and not a ageing tart.

'' The woman, Miss Jones which way ? '' I asked, she looked blank shell, `` The bawd in the yellow attire ? '' I offered.

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

'' I say ! '' a rather frowzled untested man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, Godhead Baxter 's firstborn son, and inheritor, `` power have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with twin trails of powder across it as carefully as his trembling fingerbreadth would allow, `` What you want ? ``

'' fille Jones sheath, '' I asked, he looked blank, `` Cassandra, Cassie. '' he looked blank, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' Right, bangs like a idle fish, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

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

I grabbed the laptop, an image of a girlfriend on a pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a smut motion-picture show, I marvelled at the young woman 's capability to carry what looked like a telephony pole inside her for a break s, before I yanked out the broadband and charger jumper cable and stuffed it all in its protective soft case.

'' That 's her work laptop you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her case and realised her suit was missing. To my assuagement I found it hung neatly on the backrest of the bedroom 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 Johnny ! '' he explained, and added `` cunt ! '' as an afterthought as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the case and handgrip and rushed from the room, his lordship blocked my way, `` Not good enough, bally servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the peeress married woman, I shall report you to your employer. ``

I knew his type from the army, cowardly lilliputian slit that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 fire in Iraq or IED in Helmand.

'' Very practiced sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hand gratis to thump him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone step outside, but managed to persist erect and I put the showcase in the back of the car with misfire Jones.

'' In the kick ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the driving hind end and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel spin, not that I did n't leave a pair of tyre cart track all the way across the gravelled forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The chance of getting to the role 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 lash out a slight curve which I took at 90, I 'm sure 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 impossible, but we were late so the traffic was even heavier than usual but there she was one-half asleep looking for all the earth like last evening whore on her way home to sleep the day away not the theater director of European cut-rate sale for a major international company.

It was a split minute decision but the inside lane was moving fastest so I eased the big black Chrysler across and suddenly the pillow slip to the religious service was aright there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a incapacitate bay right by the door, grabbed her in one manus and her sheath in the other and bustled her into the noblewoman, and on into a disabled loo to the consternation of the madam there.

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zipper on her dress, it snagged, I pulled and the attire 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 clasp up stockings and heels.

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my intentions, `` Brassica napus ! '' Any early time I might have noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her monotonic tummy and her shapely white meat from seeing her in a swimsuit but her climb pubic region were a surprisal, I somehow expected a blonde beaver.

I found clean and jerk shameful panties and bra in her case, `` 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 straps, `` Pants ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and jacket of her suit, `` Handkerchief, 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 creep towards the south.

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

'' For idol sake do your war paint properly you look like a strip-o-gram. '' I suggested, `` And I 'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the blackness guy, mid sixties, grey hairsbreadth ? ``

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

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

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

'' From a Polemonium van-bruntiae store ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to weave through dealings trying to get to the billet as quickly as possible, `` You better leave your laptop so I can wipe the intemperately private road. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the boot, '' I explained, `` You need a crystalise nous Madam. ``

Somehow we were only xx hour late when she swept into the primary entry, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty seven year old executive director 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 `` Bos. ``

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

I used my hitchhike driving force with a cleaner program but I copied the last few text file in fount something went wrong, and then I identified the smut and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, cookies, everything and overwrote it on the intemperate private road as well. I would have downloaded a whole lot of rubbish to cover it but the position wi-fi would n't let me access the airmanship Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

'' It 's a tenacious account, '' I explained non commitally.

The Saami thing did n't form 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 fifteen and then you drove like a lunatic. '' he said, `` And then there 's the armed service, parking in a disabled space and use of the Ladies rest way. ``

'' 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 gown, '' I confirmed, `` null at all. ``

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the serve ? '' he asked.

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

'' Right, well you wagerer knack around because the old man wants you sacked. '' he insisted.

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

Home was a about derelict terraced house between a fish and chip shop and a bookies, barely a mile and a half from the offices it had three sleeping room, a big service department accessed from a backward skittle alley and a goodly cellar which I had to expend a circumstances getting underpinned, and near days I had from nine 30 until one or quite often five or six to work out on it between duties, and so far I had the floors and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building site with a microwave oven, a TV and a bed.

I had cypher to do so I used the computer in Ted 's spot to mark my Thumb drive, I idly read her bank bill for the group meeting, £30k per social unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 unit. although what a unit was I had no idea.

Ted came back in, `` You got three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. abeyance, '' he said, `` start back Friday 9 a.m. here, it 's the best I can do. ``

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

'' You got to drop her at the Hyperion when she finishes this evening. '' he said, `` And use up her family after so you need to advert around, sorry. ``

She finished at three forty five, she was livid, all clenched fists and wound up like a clock spring as I drew up out of doors reception. She threw her laptop computer in the car and slumped furiously in the seat, `` It 's your defect ! '' she said, `` You made me wearing apparel like my grandmother. ``

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

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

'' Either that or learn your Federal Reserve note, split even was two decimal point five. '' I said.

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

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

She was back in quip cocotte mode when I picked her up, and sure as shooting enough she was with lilliputian lord 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 assumption and them I took her home which surprised me as I expected her to spend the Night with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the office and walked home to take up my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some body of work done on the theater during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the basement, did the inflammation and collected my amps and drum kit from storage 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 take her to her parents place like that, Lord knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her replacement chicken attire all messed up, her shoes were on the wrong feet, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

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

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

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

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the United States Department of State of the house she started struggling, I did n't need the hassle so I put my hand over her back talk and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to bite my finger, so I adopted plan B as they say and bundled her down the steps to the cellar and slammed the room access 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 house, there was only a bolt 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 out the waistline, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and fag sess, 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 book binding of my mind, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the curtains and carpets for the bedrooms in the cellar, it took barely a import to undo the string around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a nook and used the string to tie her hands 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 carpeting and unwrapped the curtains to make a make-do 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 electric chair under the cellar doorway 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 gap whore so I took an old vivid Orange River lipstick I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote SLUT in big letters right across her forehead 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 curtains `` Damn ! '' it was nearly noon, I rushed downstairs, down into the basement, she was in a bad way, I guess I should have realised, all that wine had to go somewhere and that was my curtains ruined, `` You need a shower bath ! '' I exclaimed.

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

It was much easier to cut her ruined panties off than bear upon them, so I used the amusing petty hooking leaf blade in my Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the incline and draw out 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 wretched 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 apparel 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 and get cleaned up.

'' Ok, if you wo n't shut out up I 'll shut you up, I suggested and remembering the bollock 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 wine cellar room access firmly shut and then I grabbed my knapsack and walked to the Underground station and got a gear to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't take long to recover what I wanted, a ball gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the carpus or ankle joint, soft rophy in several colours, dog collars, play handlock, lash even, all sorts and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred pounds on her.

I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very tatty and tacky underwear, and a cheap sensationalistic latex clothes, and then, after a leisurely pie and a dry pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.

She was really wild when I returned, she looked outrage when I unloaded my rear clique and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the bid manacle and the ball gag were meliorate than no shower bath and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth wide for me to pop the ballock in her mouth and fasten the shoulder strap around the back of her head.

She let me put handcuffs on her and I untied the cords and on an impulsion I strapped dog leash around her neck.

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

I had a shower kiosk and bath in the unfinished bathroom so I took her in there. I untied her sleeve. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the exhibitor. The water cascaded through her golden fuzz and the fighting just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower bath foreland in its bracket and stripped to my boxers, that was the only reason, just to stop my dress getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the dress off foremost, '' I explained as she got wetter and surface-active agent, and finally she started to pull the soaking wet dress over her head.

I took my human face cloth and some max and started to lave her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the catch and let me mistake that off as well. It was a shock when I saw her nipples react to my touch, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own feelings were being betrayed as I looked down at the tent perch in my boxers.

It was n't right, I decided even when she allowed me to launder her most private parts, I eased the grimace cloth inside her pussy brim and I 'm sure as shooting she moaned, and then on down to her ft, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some cheap shampoo she would never have used in a million years I washed her hair.

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

I asked her, `` Do you want a crapulence ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a meth of water, I realised the stiff of the lipstick was still visible across her face as she saw her reflection in the shower cover and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your tummy as well, '' I said, `` snatch two quid ''

'' 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 hair wet but with her sitting on the bath and me combing and using my old hair drier I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the cellar and then I went the bare living room and ordered some pizza pie before I took a feeding bottle of Coke and some plastic cupful down and un-buckled her gag.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the total contents in one go, `` I 'll just redo the lip rouge then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend Slut across her human face but I decided to compose jazz across her forehead and sl one slope of her nose and ut the other side. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her lips leaving her looking ridiculously sleazy and trashy.

She peered around the basement, new concrete floor freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, thick soundproofing, it must have looked like I had planned it and with the drum kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard corner 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 commit the law your verbal description. ``

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

'' Oh god I 'm never going to escape am I ? '' she decided, `` You built this specially did n't you ? '' she was really scared now, `` You 'll torture me, play the recordings to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't differentiate my grimace, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the moment and wrote bitch £2 across her tummy again and L on her depart tit and R on her right breast.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed. `` I think that was the threshold bell. '' I gagged her again and re-fastened the handcuff, 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 thirsty, '' I indicated the Pizza and unfastened the handlock, `` Coke ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean more cola. '' I said and she smiled.

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

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

She had no reply,

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

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

'' Me mainly, '' I said.

'' Look, I 'm not his girl or anything, they wo n't pay a ransom. '' she insisted, `` Daddy might. '' she said.

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

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

She blushed crimson, `` Hardly ! '' she exclaimed.

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

'' What do you think of, good ? '' she asked.

'' If you 're a soundly daughter, taking your punishment like a good daughter, 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 spoil me ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She did as I asked and I began to wind up the red cord her left hand wrist and mortise joint. it was impregnable yet elastic and designed to go away no marks, I tied it off and started on the compensate carpus, 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 expose and vulnerable she was.

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

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

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

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

Her eyes followed me as I picked up the whip, it was awkward in the confined space with the ceiling barely six infantry six high-pitched but three swats from the left and three from the right reddened her bum nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch TV for a piece and wash the blow 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 commodity, 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 have a go at it me nicely then you can have the cheesecake first, what do you say ? '' I asked.

'' Not my bum ? '' she asked, `` Just average ? ``

'' 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 lips, `` 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 denture down.

'' I suppose we should, '' I agreed, and my hard-on resumed it 's camp poling as soon as she said it, so I hauled my boxers down.

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

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

'' 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 home aside and moved towards her, she could do absolutely nothing to stop me, but her latent ego preservation instinct had betrayed her and wet glistened between her pussy mouth. I rested the very tip of my tool against her pinko softness and she opened like an exotic heyday and welcomed me in the crudest most primeval and most delightful way possible.

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

She stared at me with a mixture of reverence and surprise, I think the gentleness 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 respectable to squeeze me with her bounce legs which just rubbed my rib 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 out. overstretch 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 front of creative thinker 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 tv camera telephone set

'' You made me cum. '' she said, as I walked round of drinks behind her, `` mongrel, Henry M. 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 girl, '' 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 express your delight, now I have to trounce you again, do you empathize ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the bathroom. '' she protested, I found her a bowl, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook in between some of the nails holding my cellar cap to the lounge flooring joists passed a rope around it and back down to her looping it under her titty inside her connect arms and hauled her to her feet. She gasped.

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

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

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then bind your knocker out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her bosom looked so ask in, and her teat such lovely targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` Left teat, rightfulness 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 mammilla which responded by turning dark and hardening and upwards against her clit or her labia.

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

'' No Henderson, '' she wailed, `` Please ? '' and she stared right at me pleadingly, her need was unmistakeable, so I set the whip down and took her in my limb and gently eased my thumb inside her and pressed my fingers on her clit to shake up her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to exempt her, and as I worked on her button so her hands slipped from her breasts and her sleeve slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breathing space 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 hitch and collapsed into my arms.

She looked so wash up that I let her lie down and then I found her some dry rug and curtains for a bed and tucked her in for the night,

I felt strangely elated as I went up to my own bed, chuckling at the thoughts of seeing her bare and with glorious retentivity of her physical structure and an immense feeling of guilt feelings 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 future morning, she was still at peace but she came upstairs quickly enough with the scene of the lav and bacon and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday nighttime, not base surely, '' I asked.

'' I sneak in, '' she said.

'' Are n't you a bit old for that ? '' I asked.

'' twenty dollar bill six is n't old, '' she insisted, `` Anyway I often crash at friend 's planetary house. '' It was all the info I needed.

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

Her mother was an old version of flame tree and delightful and she was so apologetic when she found Cassie was too wino to come home and had phoned on my day off to guild me to pick up some wearing apparel for her for Monday.

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

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the shape of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the garish bum one looked more suited because it showed her pantie better, at least it would if I had let her hold out any, oh and I touched up the ass adulteress and changed the word puss which was badly smeared for heterosexual but still kept the toll at £2, and touched up the L and R on her bosom as well.

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

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

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my shorts to begin with and chanted, `` left nipple right on nipple clitoris and ass '' as I swatted her knocker and up between her legs and down against her clit and when her eyes started to glaze I force my cock 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 display, '' I ordered.

'' Ohhh Henderson ! '' she wailed.

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

'' Master ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, please overlord fill me with your brilliant spunk. ``

I could n't defy the lady could I ? I did n't desire to anyway and with a boot I started shooting my load deep inside her.

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

'' It 's ok, it 's rule in a prisoner 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 intend so ! '' she snapped, `` And with a ass driver, bollocks ! ``

'' Charming, '' I agreed, `` I think my little break one's back need a reminder of whose apprehension she wears. ''

I made her bit round, it was cumbersome and time consuming and the unscathed procedure needed changing but soon her vertebral column was revealed and I gave her about twenty strokes until her fundament were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of dowelling about XXX six inches long and three inch diameter and using a file and some emery paper I rounded off one end and eased it into her puss, it went a foresightful 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 hand between her legs and sought out her clit.

She came with animalistic oink and wail, `` You swine, you absolute swine, '' she wailed, `` I do n't need to cum you swine, '' but it was no good, and she slumped down against her bonds in enfeeblement which dove the dowelling deeper into her making her gasp once more.

I decided she needed to come upstairs again, so I found the fleece lined cuff and fixed then around her ankle with a short mountain chain so she could only remove diminutive whole tone and not climb stairs and I carried her to the toilet and then to the kitchen where I set her to make dinner.

She was a truly painful cook, but steak can survive most things and the packet roast potatoes were ok and the peas were standard canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched Dominicus TV for a spell naked, on the sofa together, holding hands at one leg until bed time.

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

The sun was high-pitched in the sky when I woke, the alarm had n't woken me, it was 8.30, I panicked and hurtled downstairs, grabbed her case from the car, and rushed to the root cellar where I unfastened the cuff and insisted she apparel, she pushed preceding, 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 diction across her forehead so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a little black apparel, `` No business courting ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the cellar and packed away her laptop computer and charger.

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

'' Work '' I explained, `` We 're latterly ! ``

'' 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 ignition lock, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

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

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

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

'' study, '' I said again

'' Work ? '' 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 have that collar, '' I suggested.

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

We arrived at 8.58.

'' Four 30 driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't give birth the gist to separate her her doll was caught up in her knickers so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the evidence that sunup and when the police force did n't come in I collected her at four thirty, `` home ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` Left hand lane, take a left here, ''

'' Where to Madam, '' I asked.

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

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' wellspring lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my home, I expected the police to be there but it was as I left it, `` seem five to five, '' she commented, '' You can pick apart 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 own to use the party whip, '' she said as she slipped her skirt and step-in off and laid them on a kitchen death chair and then hopped up on the kitchen unit.

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

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

'' beneficial, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can grapple, '' 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 unveil the word 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 cock ! ``

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 right. '' she exclaimed as I slipped deep inside her and then she just moaned softly until the fervidness burned and she wailed in ecstasy.

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

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

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

'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the cellar as a exercise room or studio, '' I explained, `` Not to keep anyone prisoner. ``

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some pictorial matter myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for work, and I felt so right this morning, Steve you would n't believe how skillful it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a lodger Mr Phillips ! ``

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

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

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

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

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