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

Driving young woman Jones.

She wore a little yellow-bellied frock, so unretentive that it barely reached her stocking tops. Her long blonde hair needed combing. She looked like she was half asleep, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an hour late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the longsighted flying of stone steps towards the car just before seven.

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

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

'' In your bag lady, '' I suggested, but she did n't have it, nor her all-night display case, `` Which elbow room ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't recognise, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` Bedroom ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about twenty four potential suite, in the baronial country mansion where she had crashed for the night.

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

'' Miss Jones font ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really postulate a broken in jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because misfire Jones needs her clutch and all-night case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to bring them out. ``

I suppose I was rather forceful, but I never touched him, he took two stone's throw back and tripped to sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at bottom of the imposing principal staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to climb the stairs two pace at a time.

'' tierce on the right do n't commove. '' he said almost apologetically as he struggled to stick out up.

third gear on the right was a bathroom, and, as I flung it wide open I found the following elbow room was madam Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her mid-forties, but she should really receive bolted her door, and then I never would let caught that fleeting glance of the way her bare stomach bulged without her corset, and her breasts sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the door shut again before she could shout, but of course of instruction she had seen me, and my night Chauffeurs undifferentiated let her identify me in a burst second. The succeeding 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 surprise he could actually see it, perhaps that 's why he was looking in the mirror !

I shut his threshold quietly, a woman in a aphrodisiacal french maids 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 real chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The woman, young lady Daniel Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The cyprian in the yellow garb ? '' I offered.

'' Oh yes, this one third on the right. '' 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 tousled young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, Almighty Baxter 's eldest son, and heir, `` mightiness have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with twin trail of gunpowder across it as carefully as his trembling fingers would allow, `` What you want ? ``

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

'' right field, bangs like a utter fish, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

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

I grabbed the Laptop, an double of a girl on a pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn moving picture, I marvelled at the female child 's content to take what looked like a phone pole inside her for a rip arcsecond, before I yanked out the broadband and charger leads and pig out it all in its protective mild case.

'' That 's her work laptop computer you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her case and realised her suit was missing. To my backup man I found it hung neatly on the back 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 rethink as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the case and grip and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not unspoiled enough, bally servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall report you to your employer. ``

I knew his case from the USA, cowardly piffling pricks that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 ardor in Iraq or IEDs in Helmand.

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hand free to thump him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the Harlan Fiske Stone steps outside, but managed to stay upright and I put the cases in the backrest of the car with Miss Jones.

'' In the thrill ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the tug bottom and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel twirl, not that I did n't leave a pair of tyre tracks all the way across the get to forecourt and nearly all the way to the macadam drive.

The luck of getting to the office 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 round a rebuff curve which I took at 90, I 'm surely she shut her eyes but the skunk verge was spacious and I just slid down the interior on the forage like I knew what I was doing, whew.

The M1 is just inconceivable, but we were late so the traffic was even laborious than usual but there she was half asleep looking for all the human race like last evenings whore on her way home to sleep the day away not the theatre director of European gross sales for a John Major external company.

It was a disconnected indorsement decision but the at heart lane was moving fastest so I eased the big grim Chrysler across and suddenly the slip to the services was right there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a handicapped bay right hand by the threshold, grabbed her in one paw and her case in the former and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a invalid loo to the consternation of the ladies there.

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zip fastener 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 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 purpose, `` violation ! '' Any former time I might have got noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat stomach and her shapely bosom from seeing her in a swimsuit but her waxed pubes were a surprisal, I somehow expected a blond beaver.

I found uncontaminating black step-in 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 shoulder strap, `` Pants ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the annulus and cap of her suit of clothes, `` Handkerchief, Pen. '' I ordered, `` rightfulness go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two arcminute and then we were out and away, I saw surety and the director hot terms it towards the loo as we left so it was a very confining run thing.

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

The parking warden was wandering across, but he was too ho-hum, we were gone, down the on ramp at 70 and then bullying my way into the 30mph Australian 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 black guy, mid sixties, grey hairsbreadth ? ``

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

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

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

'' From a charity shop class ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to weave through traffic trying to get to the position as quickly as possible, `` You better go forth your laptop so I can wipe the laborious driving. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the charge, '' I explained, `` You need a clear-cut read/write head Madam. ``

Somehow we were only 20 minutes late when she swept into the master entrance, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty seven year old executive not a thirty seven year old hooker so it was n't too bad but adequate to get a `` Please explicate request, '' from Ted Gregory John Norman, my `` Boss. ``

I had to park up and go to his office, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a damned good job I did, half of it was illegal, the lady friend with the phone perch 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 envisage her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my thumb drive with a cleaner program but I copied the last few text file in case something went wrong, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, cooky, everything and overwrote it on the hard campaign as well. I would give downloaded a unhurt lot of rubbish to cover it but the office staff wi-fi would n't let me access the air travel Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

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

The same thing did n't work on Ted Gregory John 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 Services, parking in a disabled space and use of the Ladies rest elbow 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 nightdress apparently ? ``

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

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the Services ? '' he asked.

'' sort of a immediate alteration, otherwise no comment. '' agreed.

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

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

Home was a about derelict terraced house between a fish and cow chip shop class and a bookie, barely a Swedish mile and a one-half from the offices it had three chamber, a big garage accessed from a back alleyway and a sizeable cellar which I had to pass a luck getting underpin, and most days I had from nine 30 until one or quite often five or six to play on it between duties, and so far I had the story and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building situation with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had zippo to do so I used the calculator in Ted 's office to check my Thumb private road, I idly read her banker's bill for the meeting, £30k per unit of measurement, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 social unit. although what a building block was I had no idea.

Ted came back in, `` You got three 24-hour interval suspension system, '' he said, `` startle back Friday 9 a.m. here, it 's the best I can do. ``

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

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

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

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

'' love child would n't budge, '' she said, `` Two stop six five, they offered, against two full stop seven five. '' she said, `` I could n't do anything, I could cause leaned forward or un-crossed my stage, '' she said crudely. ``

'' Either that or scan your notes, break even was two point five. '' I said.

'' No way ! '' she squealed, but she scrabbled around with her laptop, `` Oh fucking hell, '' she admitted, `` go round, '' I was ahead of her, we were nearly back at the situation 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 modify and then returned around eleven to consider her home to Northamptonshire.

She was back in crevice whore mode when I picked her up, and indisputable sufficiency she was with little 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 foyer ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her nursing home which surprised me as I expected her to pass the dark with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the federal agency and walked home to bug out my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some work done on the house during that three day abatement, I soundproofed the basement, did the lighting 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 get her to her parents place like that, lord knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her replacement yellow apparel all messed up, her shoes were on the wrongfulness fundament, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

I took her home, but to my dwelling to catch some Z's 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 take aim you home like this, '' I insisted, `` Sleep it off ok ? ''

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the state of the menage she started struggling, I did n't demand the hassle so I put my hired hand over her sassing and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to bite my finger, so I adopted architectural plan B as they say and bundled her down the steps to the root cellar and slammed the door 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 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 labialize the waist, she absolutely reeked of moth-eaten beer and butt gage, 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 spinal column of my mind, I just wanted her to kip it off, I had the pall and carpets for the bedrooms in the cellar, it took barely a here and now to untie the bowed stringed instrument around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a corner and used the string to tie her handwriting behind her, and then to hold back her stepping through her hand and getting them in front of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the curtains to spring 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 chairwoman 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 quip whore so I took an old vivid Orange River lipstick I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote slovenly woman in big letters rightfield 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 drapery `` Damn ! '' it was nearly noon, I rushed downstairs, down into the basement, she was in a bad way, I guess I should possess 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 easier to cut her ruined panties off than tint them, so I used the singular little bait blade in my John Rowlands 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 panty and so I dragged them off, and her shoes, and then she looked really lightheaded, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in face she got awkward.

'' Oh no no way ! '' she said, `` Not that no, '' she complained as she realised she could n't pull her dress down enough to blot out 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 up I 'll exclude you up, I suggested and remembering the ball gag from her thraldom video recording I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a skillful afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the cellar door firmly shut and then I grabbed my haversack and walked to the Underground station and got a train to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't take long to chance what I wanted, a clod gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the radiocarpal joint or ankle, diffuse rophy in various coloring, dog dog collar, play handcuffs, lash even, all sorts and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred Lebanese pound on her.

I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very cheap and garish underwear, and a cheap yellow latex paint frock, and then, after a leisurely pie and a pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.

She was really wild when I returned, she looked shocked when I unloaded my back clique and especially shocked when I slapped the whiplash against my hired hand. but she agreed the play handcuff and the clod gag were amend than no cascade and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her rima oris panoptic for me to pop the clod in her mouth and fasten the strap around the vertebral column of her head.

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

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow emblematic, it was supposed to be a gag, but did n't appear at all funny, I had the trey 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 stall and bath in the bare bathroom so I took her in there. I untied her arms. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the shower bath. The water cascaded through her golden hair and the fight just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower down header in its bracket and stripped to my drawers, that was the only reasonableness, just to block my apparel getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the frock off starting time, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to pull the soakage wet dress over her fountainhead.

I took my face cloth and some easy lay and started to wash her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the gimmick and let me steal that off as well. It was a blow when I saw her nipples react to my touch, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own feeling were being betrayed as I looked down at the tent terminal in my boxers.

It was n't right, I decided even when she allowed me to wash away her most common soldier parts, I eased the human face cloth inside her pussy back talk and I 'm sure as shooting she moaned, and then on down to her foot, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some tacky shampoo she would never take used in a million years I washed her hair.

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

I asked her, `` Do you desire a boozing ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a glass of water, I realised the corpse of the lipstick was still seeable across her face as she saw her reflection in the exhibitioner cover and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your potbelly as well, '' I said, `` twat two pounds ''

'' No ! '' she protested.

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

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

It took historic period to dry her, it was a misunderstanding to get her haircloth wet but with her sitting on the tub and me combing and using my old hair dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the cellar and then I went the bare sustenance room and ordered some pizza before I took a bottle of coke and some plastic cups down and un-buckled her gag.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the integral substance in one go, `` I 'll just redo the lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend Slut across her case but I decided to write lie with across her forehead and sl one side of her nose and ut the other side. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her lips leaving her looking ridiculously cheap and trashy.

She peered around the root cellar, new concrete story freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, duncical soundproofing, it must have looked like I had planned it and with the drum kit still in chip and mostly in cardboard boxes it really must bear looked pretty sinister.

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

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

'' Oh god I 'm never going to lam am I ? '' she decided, `` You built this specially did n't you ? '' she was really scared now, `` You 'll torment me, represent the transcription to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't scar my face, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

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

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

'' Right, '' I agreed. `` I think that was the door bell. '' I gagged her again and re-fastened the cuff, and went upstairs, `` Ok coming, '' I added as I threw on an old coat and paid for the Pizzas.

'' food, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the pizza pie and unfastened the cuff, `` blow ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean more dope. '' I said and she smiled.

She stretched and took the cup of Cola, and sipped from it, then she simply threw it in my fount and ran, she nearly made it to the step 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 John L. H. Down, `` Now eat something. ``

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

She had no solvent,

'' 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 cognise. '' she said, `` Who calls Henry M. Robert the Baxter boy ? '' she asked.

'' Me mainly, '' I said.

'' Look, I 'm not his lady friend 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 honorable I 'll get you some strawberry cheesecake. '' I asked as she finished the Pizza.

'' What do you mean, skilful ? '' she asked.

'' If you 're a commodity miss, taking your punishment like a good girl, six of the upright for forgetting your case, six for lying and getting me into trouble, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting drunk ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Oh, dissimilar picture, '' I said `` Sorry. '' I countered, `` Its about XL eight whang I make it. ``

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

'' Miss Casey Jones I can possess sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining place is thin to say the to the lowest degree. ``

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

She did as I asked and I began to wind the red cord her exit radiocarpal joint and ankle. it was warm yet flexible and designed to leave no bell ringer, I tied it off and started on the ripe wrist, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied cord from just below the knee joint to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a curtain behind her and gently pushed her onto her book binding that she realised how exposed and vulnerable she was.

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

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

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

'' Not if you take your penalisation like a good female child 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 outer space with the ceiling barely six foot six high but three swats from the left and three from the right reddened her rump nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch TV for a piece and wash the C from me hair.

I came back an hour later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could deliver some if you were good, and you were very good earlier so I brought some. ``

'' You said. '' she said, `` If I fucked nicely. ``

'' If you promise you 'll try to love me nicely then you can birth 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 tongue 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 plate down.

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

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

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

'' That 's not sightly ! '' she complained, as she tried to depend coy, with her pussycat 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 zero to barricade me, but her latent self conservation instinct had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her pussy lip. I rested the very tip of my tool against her pink 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 strangle her moans, but then I was floating on her damp in a sea of ecstasy, I expected disinclination not postulate and swiftly the floating turned to something profoundly different as she gripped me with bequeath muscles.

She stared at me with a potpourri of fear 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 Best to squeeze me with her limit legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a wholly unprofessional personal manner I tucked into her neck opening kissing and make love biting as she was helpless to stand me.

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` draw in out. pull out ! '' she wailed as I started pumping but it was too tardy, 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 comportment 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 telephone

'' You made me cum. '' she said, as I walked round behind her, `` love child, 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 beneficial female child, '' 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 extract your delight, now I have to whip you again, do you realize ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the can. '' 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 basement roof to the lounge floor joists passed a rope around it and back down to her looping it under her bosom inside her fastened subdivision and hauled her to her foot. 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 breast out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her titty looked so ask round, and her nipples such lovely fair game and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get just at it, `` Left nipple, Right nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a dart played going down for a triplex 19 I said `` clitoris, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipples which responded by turning dark and hardening and upwards against her clit or her labia.

'' carry 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 arms and gently eased my thumb inside her and push my fingers on her clit to excite her, `` Oh my Maker. '' she wailed as I strove to salve her, and as I worked on her button so her hands slipped from her breasts and her arms slipped around me and held me tightly.

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

She looked so play out 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 nude and with glorious computer storage of her body and an immense feeling of guiltiness 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 next dawning, she was still asleep but she came upstair quickly enough with the prognosis of the bathroom and bacon and testis for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Fri 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 friend 's houses. '' It was all the information I needed.

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

Her mother was an previous version of flame tree and delightful and she was so apologetic when she found sweet acacia was too drunkard to get home and had phoned on my day off to order me to plunk up some clothes for her for Monday.

I returned solemn faced, `` They wo n't pay, '' I lied, `` I only want a 1000000, '' and they want trial impression, I insisted.

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the frame of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her jade it, but then decided the tacky cheap one looked more suitable because it showed her panties better, at least it would if I had let her wear down any, oh and I touched up the fuck slovenly woman and changed the parole snatch which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her breast as well.

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

She watched carefully and when I was done she let me tie her wrist joint and mortise joint to the electron beam and then we tried it.

It was nearly perfective I stripped to my shorts to begin with and chanted, `` left tit good mamilla clit and ass '' as I swatted her tit and up between her stage and down against her clit and when her eye started to glaze I drove my tool trench inside her.

'' Not my neck, '' 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.

'' Master ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, delight Master fill up me with your glorious spunk. ``

I could n't refuse the madam could I ? I did n't desire to anyway and with a rush 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 normal in a intent 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 device driver, bollocks ! ``

'' Charming, '' I agreed, `` I think my footling striver need a reminder of whose pick up she wears. ''

I made her turn rhythm, it was cumbersome and time consuming and the whole procedure needed changing but soon her back was revealed and I gave her about twenty dollar bill strokes until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of music of dowelling about 30 six in long and three inch diameter and using a Indian file and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her twat, it went a long 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 deal between her legs and sought out her clit.

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

I decided she needed to come upstairs again, so I found the sheepskin lined manacles and fixed then around her mortise joint with a unforesightful chain so she could only take tiny gradation and not climb stairs and I carried her to the privy and then to the kitchen where I set her to make dinner.

She was a truly terrible Captain Cook, but steak can outlive most things and the packet joint white potato vine were ok and the pea plant were banner canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched Sunday TV for a while naked, on the couch together, holding hired man at one stage until bed time.

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

The sun was in high spirits in the sky when I woke, the alarm had n't woken me, it was 8.30, I panicked and hurtled downstairs, grabbed her font from the car, and rushed to the cellar where I unfastened the manacles and insisted she garb, she pushed yesteryear, 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 verbiage across her forehead so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a trivial black dress, `` No business case ! '' 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 late ! ``

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

'' I must be. '' I agreed.

`` Where 's your case ? '' I asked, she pointed so I sprinted upstairs grabbed it and came down to rule her struggling with the doorway curl, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

'' bag, , wheres my adhesive friction ? '' she asked

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

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

'' Work, '' I said again

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

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

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

We arrived at 8.58.

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

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

'' Where to dame, '' I asked.

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

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' well lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my theatre, I expected the police to be there but it was as I left it, `` wait five to five, '' she commented, '' You can pink off at five but outset, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can ready me cum without a whiplash. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

I did n't need a instant order, my gasp and boxers were off like a stab, 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, `` eluding it back around my neck if you want me, '' she said quietly.

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

'' honorable, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can manage, '' she kissed me, `` Very well, '' another buss, `` Without the whip, '' and then she pushed me away, `` Where 's your bed ? '' she said as she slipped her cap and blouse off and released her bra to give away the word fuckslut across her bay window, I stared.

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

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

We lay together, `` Did you really think to necessitate a ransom money ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the cellar as a practice elbow room or studio, '' 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 moving-picture show myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for work, and I felt so dear this morning, Steve you would n't conceive 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.

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

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

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

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