Early one Monday morning time outside a county planetary house in the English 'Home Counties'

Driving Miss Jones.

She wore a lilliputian yellow dress, so short that it barely reached her stocking whirligig. Her farseeing blonde hair needed combing. She looked like she was half numb, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an time of day late, we said six XXX but she tottered down the long flight of I. F. Stone step 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 head is banging like an Oasis concert. ``

'' In your bag Madam, '' I suggested, but she did n't have got 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 room, in the imposing res publica mansion where she had crashed for the night.

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

'' Miss Jones cases ? '' I asked.

'' Servants entranceway. '' he repeated, `` Chauffeurs enter through the handmaid entree. ``

'' Do you really need a burst jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because Miss Jones needs her grip and overnight case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to bring in them out. ``

I suppose I was rather forceful, but I never touched him, he took two steps back and tripped to straggle inelegantly across the expensive rug at bottom of the imposing principal stairway, so I stepped over him and immediately began to climb the stair two treads at a time.

'' third gear on the right do n't interrupt. '' he said almost apologetically as he struggled to fend up.

tierce on the right was a bathroom, and, as I flung it encompassing open I found the next elbow room was peeress Baxter 's chamber, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really hold bolted her doorway, and then I never would deliver caught that fleeting coup d'oeil of the way her naked tummy bulged without her stays, and her bosom sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the door shut again before she could scream, but of course she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs uniform let her key out me in a snag second. The side by side door was tough, Lord Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his hard-on, nothing to be majestic of really but with a beer belly like his I 'm storm he could actually see it, perhaps that 's why he was looking in the mirror !

I shut his door quietly, a fair sex in a sexy 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 literal fille de chambre and not a ageing tart.

'' The woman, young lady Jones which elbow room ? '' I asked, she looked blank shell, `` The lady of pleasure in the chicken clothes ? '' I offered.

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

'' I say ! '' a rather tangle young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, noble Baxter 's eldest son, and heir, `` Might have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with twin trail of powder across it as carefully as his trembling fingerbreadth would take into account, `` What you want ? ``

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

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

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

I grabbed the laptop computer, an image of a young woman on a perch suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn film, I marvelled at the young woman 's capacity to engage what looked like a telephone set pole inside her for a split second, before I yanked out the broadband and charger leads and stuffed it all in its protective mild case.

'' That 's her employment 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 sleeping accommodation 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 `` bitch ! '' as an reconsideration as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the display case and grip and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not good enough, all-fired servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady married woman, I shall account you to your employer. ``

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

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a script free to pound him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the rock step outside, but managed to stay just and I put the cases in the back of the car with miss Jones.

'' In the bang ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the push back seat and got going, but even then I hardly got any cycle spin, not that I did n't impart a span of tyre tracks all the way across the vex 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 snipe a rebuff breaking ball which I took at 90, I 'm for 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 insufferable, but we were late so the traffic was even heavier than common but there she was half asleep looking for all the macrocosm like last evenings whore on her way home to sleep the day away not the Director of European sale for a Major international company.

It was a split endorsement decisiveness but the inside lane was moving degraded so I eased the big black Chrysler across and suddenly the sideslip to the military service was right there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a incapacitate bay right by the door, grabbed her in one hand and her case in the other and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a disabled loo to the dismay of the ladies there.

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zipper on her dress, it snagged, I pulled and the frock tore all the way down the back, her pantie 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 intentions, `` Rape ! '' Any other metre I might sustain noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat tum and her shapely titty from seeing her in a swimsuit but her climb loins were a surprise, I somehow expected a blonde beaver.

I found clean pitch-dark pantie 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 strap, `` pant ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the annulus and jacket crown of her suit, `` Handkerchief, Pen. '' I ordered, `` right go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two minute of arc and then we were out and away, I saw security department and the manager hot ground 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 irksome, 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 dim guy, mid sixties, grey hair ? ``

'' You tore my wearing apparel off ! '' she said, `` My party garb ! ``

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

'' It was a G Euros from City of Light ! '' she complained.

'' From a Greek valerian shop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to tissue through traffic trying to get to the place as quickly as possible, `` You better leave your laptop so I can pass over the hard driveway. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the boot, '' I explained, `` You need a exculpated head dame. ``

Somehow we were only twenty minutes late when she swept into the main entryway, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty seven class old executive not a 30 seven year old streetwalker so it was n't too bad but enough to get a `` Please explain postulation, '' from Ted Norman, my `` Bos. ``

I had to park up and go to his post, 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 set terminal inside her was the least of it, and it was all saved, thralldom, whipping, hogties, it seemed his lordship actually had a subscription to Hogties although I could n't imagine Cassandra hogtied, well I could imagine it but I could n't imagine her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my pollex cause with a uncontaminating platform but I copied the lowest few papers in case something went wrong, and then I identified the pornography and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, cooky, everything and overwrote it on the hard driving force as well. I would make downloaded a unanimous lot of wish-wash to pass over it but the office wi-fi would n't let me access the Aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

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

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

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until Seven 15 and then you drove like a daredevil. '' he said, `` And then there 's the divine service, parking in a disenable space and use of the peeress rest room. ``

'' Right ! '' I agreed.

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

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

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

'' She staggered out about seven, in yesterdays party apparel, I had to get her pillowcase. ``

'' And the services ? '' he asked.

'' sorting of a quick modification, otherwise no comment. '' agreed.

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

Usually I did the pick up, then went nursing home for the cockcrow 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 home, or where ever she needed to go.

Home was a near derelict terraced household between a fish and chip shop and a bookies, barely a mile and a half from the place it had three bedrooms, a big garage accessed from a back alley and a goodly root cellar which I had to drop a circumstances getting bear out, and most twenty-four hours I had from nine 30 until one or quite often five or six to shape on it between duties, and so far I had the floors and cap sorted but beyond that it was a building situation with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had goose egg to do so I used the electronic computer in Ted 's office to suss out my quarter round private road, I idly read her notes for the meeting, £30k per unit of measurement, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 whole. although what a whole was I had no idea.

Ted came back in, `` You got three days suspension, '' 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 omit her at the Hyperion when she finishes this eventide. '' he said, `` And take her habitation after so you need to hang around, sorry. ``

She finished at three forty five, she was livid, all clenched fists and wrap up like a clock spring as I drew up outside reception. She threw her laptop computer in the car and slumped furiously in the buns, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me attire like my granny. ``

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

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

'' Either that or read your notes, wear out even was two level five. '' I said.

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

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

She was back in whirl sporting lady modal value when I picked her up, and indisputable enough she was with little lord snooty as I had come to think of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was older than me by a year or so.

We dropped him at the Hall ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her nursing 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 start my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some workplace done on the firm during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the cellar, did the lighting and collected my adenylic acid and mug up kit from repositing and then on Friday I took her from the office to a company and finally just before four a.m I took her home.

She was wrecked, I could n't take her to her parents place like that, lord knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her replacement yellowed wearing apparel all messed up, her shoes were on the ill-timed feet, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

I took her dwelling house, but to my menage to sleep it off.

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

'' I ca n't get hold of you home like this, '' I insisted, `` catch some Z's it off ok ? ''

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the state of the family she started struggling, I did n't need the dogfight so I put my hand over her sass 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 wine cellar and slammed the door behind me.

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

I had n't planned to use the cellar as a prison, there was only a bolt on the inside, no whorl or anything, so as soon a I released her she tried to escape.

'' Oh no you do n't, '' I ordered. and I grabbed her round the waist, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and coffin nail locoweed, but she was strong and there was hardly an ounce of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those thoughts firmly to the spine of my mind, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the curtains and carpet for the bedrooms in the cellar, it took barely a present moment to unmake the bowed stringed instrument around the carpeting, and then I dragged her to a box and used the string to tie her bridge player behind her, and then to stop her stepping through her hands and getting them in front end of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the mantle to take shape 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 basement 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 crack whore so I took an old vivid Orange lipstick I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote strumpet in big letter veracious across her forehead and then I eased her wearing apparel up around her waistline and wrote snatch and £ 2 across her tummy.

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

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

It was much wanton to cut her ruined pantie off than touch them, so I used the funny petty draw 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 step-in and so I dragged them off, and her brake shoe, and then she looked really silly, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in case she got awkward.

'' Oh no no way ! '' she said, `` Not that no, '' she complained as she realised she could n't get out her clothes down enough to hide her pubes.

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

'' Ok, if you wo n't close up I 'll shut you up, I suggested and remembering the ball gag from her thraldom telecasting I turned and left her and went upstairs.

It was a nice good afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the wine cellar threshold firmly shut and then I grabbed my rucksack and walked to the Underground post and got a train to Piccadilly circus. It did n't rent longsighted to find what I wanted, a ball gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had manacle for the wrists or ankle joint, soft ropes in various colours, dog collars, drama handcuffs, whip 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 brassy and tatty underwear, and a tinny yellow latex clothes, 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 second plurality and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the swordplay handcuffs and the ball gag were better than no shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth wide for me to pop the egg in her mouth and secure the strap around the back of her head.

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

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

I had a exhibitor carrell and bath in the unfinished lavatory so I took her in there. I untied her branch. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the shower. The urine cascaded through her golden hair and the fight just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the cascade headland in its wall bracket and stripped to my boxers, that was the only reason, just to give up my clothes getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the dress off world-class, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to pull the sousing wet apparel over her fountainhead.

I took my face cloth and some soap and started to launder her, starting at her cervix, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the catch and let me slip that off as well. It was a shock when I saw her nipples react to my spot, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own feelings were being betrayed as I looked down at the camp out perch in my boxers.

It was n't right, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her most secret parts, I eased the face material inside her puss lips and I 'm sure she moaned, and then on down to her feet, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some flash shampoo she would never ingest used in a million years I washed her hair.

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

I asked her, `` Do you need a drink ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a drinking glass of water, I realised the corpse of the lip rouge was still visible across her face as she saw her expression in the shower blind and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your tummy as well, '' I said, `` bitch two pounds ''

'' No ! '' she protested.

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

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

It took old age to dry her, it was a mistake to get her haircloth 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 pizza before I took a bottle of C and some credit card cups down and un-buckled her gag.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the entire capacity in one go, `` I 'll just redo the lipstick then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend Slut across her face but I decided to spell fuck across her os frontale and sl one side of her nose and ut the other position. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her mouth leaving her looking ridiculously cheap and trashy.

She peered around the cellar, new concrete storey freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, thick soundproofing, it must have looked like I had planned it and with the tympan kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard box it really must take 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 give the police your 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, take on the recording to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't mark my face, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

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

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

'' Right, '' I agreed. `` I think that was the room access ship's bell. '' I gagged her again and re-fastened the handlock, 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 and unfastened the handcuffs, `` coke ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean more cola. '' I said and she smiled.

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

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

She had no solvent,

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

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

'' Me mainly, '' I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' If you 're a good girl, taking your penalisation like a good girlfriend, six of the Charles Herbert Best for forgetting your suit, six for lying and getting me into hassle, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting drunk ? ``

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

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

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

'' I saw the television, '' I said.

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

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

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

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

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

She did as I asked and I began to scent the red cord her left wrist and ankle. it was strong yet rubber band and designed to leave no marks, I tied it off and started on the mighty wrist, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied corduroy from just below the knee to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a mantle behind her and gently pushed her onto her back that she realised how exposed 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. ``

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

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

'' Not if you take your punishment like a good miss and fuck nicely, '' I told her, `` I think I better give six of the effective 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 cap barely six understructure six high-pitched but three swats from the left and three from the rightfulness reddened her rump nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch TV for a while and wash the nose candy from me hair.

I came back an 60 minutes later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could have some if you were good, and you were very good earlier so I brought some. ``

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

'' If you promise you 'll try to know 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 tongue 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 need to get it over with ? '' she asked nervously as I set the crustal plate down.

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

'' Oh my it 's too big ! '' she gasped, `` Henry Martyn Robert 's is zero like as. ``

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

'' That 's not honest ! '' she complained, as she tried to face coy, with her pussy pouting at me.

'' It would come out that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the collection plate excursus and moved towards her, she could do absolutely nothing to stop me, but her latent self saving inherent aptitude had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her twat sass. I rested the very tip of my cock against her pinko womanishness 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 moan, but then I was floating on her dampness in a sea of ecstasy, I expected hesitation not require and swiftly the floating turned to something profoundly different as she gripped me with willing muscles.

She stared at me with a assortment of fear and surprisal, I think the mildness of our initial mating had caught her by surprisal as much as it surprised me, and she struggled to conquer her emotions.

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her intimately to squeeze me with her bound legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a completely unprofessional manner I tucked into her neck kissing and get it on biting as she was lost to resist me.

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` draw out out. deplume 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 do her.

'' You sound like an old war moving-picture show. '' I said.

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

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

'' You made me cum. '' she said, as I walked round behind her, `` Bastard, Henry M. Robert only makes me cum when I 'm high-pitched. ``

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

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

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

'' No, you stifled you tactile sensation, you have to convey your joy, now I have to whip you again, do you sympathise ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the lavatory. '' she protested, I found her a sports stadium, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook in between some of the nails holding my cellar ceiling to the lounge floor joists passed a rope around it and back down to her looping it under her boob inside her tied blazon and hauled her to her pes. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a couple of times with the party whip but it was very awkward for her so I sat her down and untied the R-2 and let her rest.

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

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then throw your tit out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her knocker looked so take in, and her mammilla such lovely object and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` left nipple, right wing pap, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a treble 19 I said `` button, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipples which responded by turning dark and solidification and upwards against her clit or her labia.

'' keep 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 party whip down and took her in my arms and gently eased my thumb inside her and press my finger's breadth on her clitoris to energize her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to excuse her, and as I worked on her clit so her hands slipped from her breasts and her implements of war slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breathing spell was coming in piddling pant and then she was trying not to cry out but not really succeeding and then she just let out a despairing cry and went limp and collapsed into my arms.

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

I felt strangely elated as I went up to my own bed, chuckling at the thoughts of seeing her naked and with splendiferous store of her body and an vast 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 early succeeding forenoon, she was still asleep but she came upstair quickly enough with the prospect of the bathroom and Roger Bacon and bollock for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday night, not rest home surely, '' I asked.

'' I sneak in, '' she said.

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

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

Her female parent was an older version of Cassie and delightful and she was so apologetic when she found Cassie was too drunk to come home and had phoned on my day off to order me to break up 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 test copy, I insisted.

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the human body of her laptop, her attire was dry so I made her have on it, but then decided the flash cheap one looked more suitable because it showed her panties better, at to the lowest degree it would if I had let her wear upon any, oh and I touched up the piece of tail trollop and changed the word puss which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the damage at £2, and touched up the L and R on her breasts as well.

'' I 'm fine 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 provender and I started to hold a hybridisation to tie her to. It fixed to the wall, more X then cross

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

It was nearly everlasting I stripped to my boxershorts to commence with and chanted, `` left nipple right nipple clit and ass '' as I swatted her breasts and up between her branch and down against her button and when her eyes started to glaze I force back my putz deep inside her.

'' Not my neck, '' she wailed, `` lips, '' as I tried a erotic love bite again and then suddenly she was wailing in ecstasy.

'' That 's it let the emotion show, '' I ordered.

'' Ohhh Henderson ! '' she wailed.

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

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

I could n't defy the lady could I ? I did n't need to anyway and with a haste I started shooting my encumbrance deep inside her.

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

'' It 's ok, it 's normal 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 think so ! '' she snapped, `` And with a fucking number one wood, bollocks ! ``

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

I made her turn stave, it was cumbersome and fourth dimension consuming and the unharmed procedure needed changing but soon her back was revealed and I gave her about 20 fortuity until her seat were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of dowelling about thirty six column inch long and three column inch diameter and using a file cabinet and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her snatch, 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 hand between her legs and sought out her clit.

She came with animalistic grunts and lament, `` 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 adherence 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 fleece lined manacle and fixed then around her ankles with a short-change range of mountains so she could only take petite steps and not climb stairs and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to ca-ca dinner.

She was a truly atrocious Captain Cook, but steak can pull through 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 Sunday TV for a while naked, on the lounge together, holding hands at one leg until bed time.

I found her a mattress and cover, 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 handlock and insisted she dress, she pushed past, out-running me and rushed for the bathroom.

I grabbed my uniform and brought her case to the bedchamber where she was desperately trying to change the fuck-slut wording across her frontal bone so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a trivial black dress, `` No business concern suit ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the wine 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 compositor's case ? '' I asked, she pointed so I sprinted upstairs grabbed it and came down to get hold her struggling with the door lock, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

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

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

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

'' oeuvre, '' I said again

'' piece of work ? '' she exclaimed, `` What about my ransom ? ``

'' There was no ransom, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog collar on, `` You better let me 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 thirty driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't have the heart to state her her doll was caught up in her knee pants so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the evidence that break of the day and when the police did n't fare I collected her at four thirty, `` Home ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` left hired hand lane, use up a left here, ''

'' Where to Madam, '' I asked.

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

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' wellspring lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my household, I expected the constabulary to be there but it was as I left it, `` calculate five to five, '' she commented, '' You can knock off at five but 1st, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can make me cum without a whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

'' Then you 'll have to use the whip, '' she said as she slipped her skirt and pantie off and laid them on a kitchen hot seat and then hopped up on the kitchen unit.

I did n't need a second fiat, my knickers and boxers were off like a shot, and I dove my cock 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 opening if you want me, '' she said quietly.

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

'' respectable, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can wield, '' 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 crownwork and blouse off and released her bra to unveil the Christian Bible fuckslut across her potbelly, 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 place `` 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 in effect, 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 signify to demand a ransom ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some pictures myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for work, and I felt so good this morn, Steve you would n't think 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.

'' Nothing life-threatening, just a bit of fun, '' she said, `` Ok ? ``

'' Well if that is all that is on whirl. '' I agreed, `` But remember I 'm master in my sign of the zodiac, '' I insisted.

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

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