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

driving Miss Jones.

She wore a little yellowness dress, so poor that it barely reached her stocking tip. Her long blonde pilus 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 thirty but she tottered down the longsighted flight of Harlan Fisk 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 comic strip Henderson, '' she said, `` Got any Asprin, my head teacher is banging like an Oasis concert. ``

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

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

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

'' Miss Jones example ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really necessitate a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because Miss Mary Harris Jones needs her grip and overnight 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 steps back and tripped to straggle inelegantly across the expensive rug at bum of the imposing briny staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to go up the steps two treads at a time.

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

Third on the right was a bathroom, and, as I flung it wide open I found the succeeding elbow room was madam Baxter 's sleeping accommodation, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really have bolted her door, and then I never would have caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her naked potbelly bulged without her corset, and her knocker sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the threshold shut again before she could scream, but of track she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs undifferentiated let her identify me in a split second. The succeeding threshold was speculative, Lord Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, nothing to be proud of really but with a beer belly like his I 'm surprised he could actually see it, perhaps that 's why he was looking in the mirror !

I shut his door quietly, a womanhood in a sexy French people maids costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an unattractive home plate counties burr and I realised she was actually a unfeigned chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The woman, missy Inigo Jones which way ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The bawd in the yellow dress ? '' I offered.

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

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

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

'' Right, kick like a dead Pisces the Fishes, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

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

I grabbed the Laptop, an image of a girl on a pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a smut moving picture, I marvelled at the miss 's capacity to drive what looked like a telephone rod inside her for a split second, before I yanked out the broadband and charger confidential information and gormandise it all in its protective indulgent case.

'' That 's her work Laptop you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her pillowcase and realised her suit was missing. To my sculptural relief I found it hung neatly on the back of the chamber 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 afterthought as I gathered up the contents.

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

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

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hand liberate to thud him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone footprint outside, but managed to stay put upright and I put the caseful in the back of the car with fille Jones.

'' In the iron boot ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the ride tail and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel spin, not that I did n't leave a couple of Tyre tracks all the way across the stick forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The chances of getting to the berth 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 polish a rebuff curve which I took at 90, I 'm certain she shut her eyes but the smoke brink was across-the-board and I just slid down the inside on the pasturage like I knew what I was doing, whew.

The M1 is just unacceptable, but we were late so the traffic was even heavier than usual but there she was half asleep looking for all the world like last eve whore on her way home to log Z's the day away not the Director of European sales for a John Roy Major international company.

It was a schism arcsecond decision but the interior lane was moving fast so I eased the big black Chrysler across and suddenly the shimmy to the services was right there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a disabled bay rightfield 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 consternation of the gentlewoman there.

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zip on her wearing apparel, it snagged, I pulled and the wearing apparel 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 handle up stockings and heels.

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my intentions, `` rapine ! '' Any other meter I might take in noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her compressed corporation and her shapely breasts from seeing her in a bathing costume but her waxed pubis were a surprise, I somehow expected a blond beaver.

I found clean black panties and bra in her case, `` Rape ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too engaged to care.

'' Hands ! '' I ordered and she put her hands through her bra strap, `` pants ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and crownwork of her suit, `` Handkerchief, Pen. '' I ordered, `` Right go ! ``

I guess it took maybe two minutes and then we were out and away, I saw surety 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 perdition are you on ? ``

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

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

'' For God sake do your makeup properly you look like a strip-o-gram. '' I suggested, `` And I 'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the black guy, mid sixties, grey hair's-breadth ? ``

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

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

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

'' From a Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae store ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to thread through traffic trying to get to the office as quickly as potential, `` You better leave your laptop so I can wipe the knockout drive. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the kick, '' I explained, `` You need a clear head Madam. ``

Somehow we were only xx minutes late when she swept into the main ingress, at least as she emerged she looked like a 20 seven yr old executive not a thirty seven yr old Joseph Hooker so it was n't too bad but enough to get a `` Please explain request, '' from Ted Norman, my `` foreman. ``

I had to park up and go to his post, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a damnably unspoilt job I did, half of it was illegal, the fille with the telephone pole inside her was the to the lowest degree of it, and it was all saved, thraldom, whipping, hogties, it seemed his lordship actually had a subscription to Hogties although I could n't think Cassandra hogtied, well I could suppose it but I could n't reckon her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my thumb campaign with a cleaner program but I copied the live on few text file in font something went wrong, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the memory board, biscuit, everything and overwrote it on the grueling drive as well. I would let downloaded a hale lot of trumpery to cover it but the office 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, Miss Davis. `` What the pit happened ? '' she asked, `` The old man nearly had a fit ! ``

'' It 's a farseeing tarradiddle, '' I explained non commitally.

The same matter did n't act upon on Ted Norman. `` What the infernal region happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until seven XV and then you drove like a maniac. '' he said, `` And then there 's the Services, parking in a disable blank space and use of the Ladies rest room. ``

'' 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 nightie, '' I confirmed, `` Nothing at all. ``

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the divine service ? '' he asked.

'' Sort of a fast change, otherwise no comment. '' agreed.

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

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

Home was a cheeseparing abandoned ship terraced house between a Pisces the Fishes and chip shop and a bookie, barely a mi and a half from the power it had three sleeping room, a big garage accessed from a back alley and a ample cellar which I had to spend a luck getting corroborate, and about days I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to work on it between obligation, and so far I had the trading floor and roof sorted but beyond that it was a edifice site with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had null to do so I used the calculator in Ted 's office to check my Thumb drive, I idly read her notes for the meeting, £30k per unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 units. although what a unit was I had no idea.

Ted came back in, `` You got three days suspension, '' he said, `` starting signal back Friday 9 a.m. here, it 's the dear I can do. ``

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

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

She finished at three 40 five, she was livid, all clenched clenched fist and wound up like a clock give as I drew up out-of-door reception. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the fanny, `` It 's your error ! '' she said, `` You made me frock like my grandmother. ``

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

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

'' Either that or read your Federal Reserve note, get around even was two stop five. '' I said.

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

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

She was back in crack harlot musical mode when I picked her up, and sure enough she was with petty overlord snooty as I had come to retrieve of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was former than me by a year or so.

We dropped him at the anteroom ignoring my ban from the premises and them I took her home which surprised me as I expected her to expend the night with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the government agency and walked rest home to jump my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some body of work done on the house during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the cellar, did the ignition and collected my ampere and swot kit from storage and then on Fri I took her from the office to a party and finally just before four a.m I took her home.

She was wrecked, I could n't take her to her parents place like that, noble knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her replacement yellow dress 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 rest home, but to my domicile to slumber it off.

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

'' I ca n't consume 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 Department of the house she started struggling, I did n't ask the hassle so I put my hand over her mouth and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to bite my fingers, so I adopted architectural plan B as they say and bundled her down the dance step to the basement 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 house, there was only a bolt of lightning on the inside, no ringlet 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 moth-eaten beer and cigarette smoke, but she was strong and there was hardly an Panthera uncia of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those thoughts firmly to the back of my judgment, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the curtains and carpeting for the chamber in the cellar, it took barely a moment to untie the string around the rug, and then I dragged her to a street corner and used the chain to tie her hands behind her, and then to check 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 drape to form a makeshift bed, and then I told her, `` slumber it off ok ? '' and I left her to it while I went upstairs where I jammed a kitchen 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 offer whore so I took an old vivid Orange lipstick I had been using as a marker from my bag and wrote fornicatress in big letters right across her os frontale and then I eased her dress up around her waistline 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 wine cellar, she was in a bad way, I guess I should have realised, all that wine had to go somewhere and that was my curtain ruined, `` You need a shower ! '' I exclaimed.

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

It was much well-fixed to cut her ruined scanty off than affect them, so I used the singular small sweetener blade in my Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the position and tear it away, her stockings were soiled as well as her panties and so I dragged them off, and her shoe, and then she looked really airheaded, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in suit she got awkward.

'' Oh no no way ! '' she said, `` Not that no, '' she complained as she realised she could n't rive her dress down enough to shroud her pubes.

'' If you shut up I 'll let you shower down, '' 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 keep out you up, I suggested and remembering the orb gag from her slavery 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 backpack and walked to the Underground station and got a power train to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't take hanker to determine what I wanted, a orb gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had handcuff for the articulatio radiocarpea or ankles, flabby ropes in assorted colour, dog collars, fun handcuff, whips 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 chintzy and tacky underwear, and a cheesy white-livered latex dress, and then, after a leisurely pie and a dry pint in a SoHo pub, I walked home.

She was really raging when I returned, she looked scandalize when I unloaded my back pack and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the play handcuffs and the ball gag were better than no rain shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her mouth wide for me to pop the ball in her mouth and fasten the strap around the back of her head.

She let me put handcuffs on her and I untied the electric cord and on an impulse I strapped dog collar around her neck.

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow symbolic, it was supposed to be a joke, but did n't look at all rum, I had the trine 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 booth and bathing tub in the unfinished john so I took her in there. I untied her blazonry. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the shower bath. The water cascaded through her favorable hair and the fight just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the shower head teacher in its bracket and stripped to my boxershorts, that was the only reason, just to stop my clothes getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should give taken the dress off foremost, '' I explained as she got wetter and bedwetter, and finally she started to get out the soaking wet garb over her caput.

I took my face cloth and some max and started to wash her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the pinch and let me slip 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 camp Pole in my bagger.

It was n't correct, I decided even when she allowed me to rinse her most private parts, I eased the face fabric inside her snatch sass and I 'm sure enough she moaned, and then on down to her animal foot, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some cheap shampoo she would never take in used in a million class I washed her hair.

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

I asked her, `` Do you need a deglutition ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a chicken feed of pee, I realised the cadaver of the lipstick was still visible across her face as she saw her expression in the rain shower screen and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your bay window as well, '' I said, `` cunt two pounds ''

'' No ! '' she protested.

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

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

It took ages to dry her, it was a misapprehension to get her hair 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 bread and butter way and ordered some Pizzas before I took a bottle of coke and some charge plate 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 mark my face. '' 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 pen fuck across her forehead and sl one side of her wind and ut the former side. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her back talk leaving her looking ridiculously cheap and trashy.

She peered around the cellar, 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 chip and mostly in cardboard boxful 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 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 rack me, play the recording to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't score my look, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the import and wrote Cunt £2 across her tummy again and L on her left field breast and R on her right 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 handlock, and went upstairs, `` Ok coming, '' I added as I threw on an old pelage and paid for the Pizzas.

'' solid food, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be athirst, '' I indicated the Pizza and unfastened the cuff, `` Coca Cola ? '' 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 case and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her lash out the waist, 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 resolution,

'' 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 hump. '' she said, `` Who calls Henry Martyn 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, `` Daddy 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 expert I 'll get you some strawberry cheesecake. '' I asked as she finished the Pizza.

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

'' If you 're a trade good young woman, taking your punishment like a in force miss, six of the best for forgetting your cause, six for lying and getting me into worry, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting sot ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Miss Robert Tyre Jones I can have sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining status is thin to say the least. ``

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

She did as I asked and I began to meander the red cord her left wrist and mortise joint. it was stiff yet flexible and designed to leave no crisscross, I tied it off and started on the right wrist, 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 binding that she realised how break 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 commemorate my face or cut my capitulum off will you. ``

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

Her eye followed me as I picked up the whip, it was awkward in the confined infinite with the cap barely six understructure six high but three swats from the left and three from the right field reddened her nates nicely, and then I announced I was going to keep an eye on TV for a while and wash the Coke from me hair.

I came back an time of day later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could have some if you were well, 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 get laid 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 lips, `` Ok, but no Anal, agreed ? ``

'' Not today anyway, '' I agreed.

'' Do you desire to get it over with ? '' she asked nervously as I set the photographic plate down.

'' I suppose we should, '' I agreed, and my erecting resumed it 's camp out 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 ace you do n't remember. ``

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

'' It would appear that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the denture aside and moved towards her, she could do absolutely cypher to stop me, but her latent self conservation inherent aptitude had betrayed her and wet glistened between her pussy lips. I rested the very tip of my tool against her pinko balminess and she opened like an alien flower and welcomed me in the crudest most aboriginal and most delicious way possible.

'' Nnng, '' she exclaimed as she tried to strangle her groan, but then I was floating on her moistness in a sea of ecstasy, I expected reluctance not postulate and swiftly the floating turned to something profoundly unlike as she gripped me with willing 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 subdue her emotions.

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her best to rack me with her boundary legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a completely unprofessional way I tucked into her cervix kissing and do it biting as she was incapacitated to reject me.

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

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

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

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

'' You made me cum. '' she said, as I walked turn behind her, `` Bastard, Robert only makes me cum when I 'm high gear. ``

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

'' No, '' I said, as I clicked away, `` You promised you would be a thoroughly fille, '' I reached down and added some scarlet highlighting 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 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 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 waiting area floor joists passed a rope around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her bond arm and hauled her to her feet. 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 unlaced ? '' I asked, `` For now ? ``

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then hold your titties out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so ask for, and her mammilla such lovely targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` left field nipple, Right nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a flit played going down for a triple 19 I said `` clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the tit which responded by turning darkness and solidification and upwards against her clitoris or her labia.

'' agree 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 blazon and gently eased my thumb inside her and pressed my fingers on her clit to excite her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to relieve her, and as I worked on her clitoris so her hired hand slipped from her bosom and her blazon slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breathing place was coming in short 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 hobble and collapsed into my arms.

She looked so sap 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 bare and with glorious retentiveness of her body and an immense feeling of guilt that I had perhaps taken her against her will while I wondered if I had got swept up in something I had n't intended.

I checked on her early next break of the day, she was still benumbed but she came upstairs quickly enough with the prospect of the bathroom and bacon and testicle for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday night, not house 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 admirer 's houses. '' It was all the information I needed.

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

Her female parent was an older interlingual rendition of Cassie and delicious and she was so apologetic when she found Cassie was too imbibe to number home and had phoned on my day off to order me to cull up some 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 frame of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the tacky tatty one looked more suitable because it showed her pantie better, at least it would if I had let her wear any, oh and I touched up the nookie fornicatress and changed the word puss which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her white meat as well.

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

She watched carefully and when I was done she let me tie her radiocarpal joint and articulatio talocruralis to the ray and then we tried it.

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my shorts to begin with and chanted, `` left nipple right wing tit clit and ass '' as I swatted her white meat and up between her legs and down against her clit and when her eyes started to glaze I get my creature recondite 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 show, '' I ordered.

'' Ohhh Henderson ! '' she wailed.

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

'' skipper ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, delight schoolmaster fill me with your splendid tinder. ``

I could n't refuse the lady could I ? I did n't want to anyway and with a rush I started shooting my load rich inside her.

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

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

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

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

I made her bend round, it was cumbersome and time consuming and the entirely procedure needed changing but soon her rear was revealed and I gave her about twenty fortuity until her can were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a part of dowelling about XXX six inches long and three column inch diameter and using a file and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her pussy, it went a long way in and then I tied it Midway between her ankles.

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

She came with animalistic grunt and lamentation, `` You swine, you absolute swine, '' she wailed, `` I do n't require to cum you swine, '' but it was no good, and she slumped down against her bond paper in debilitation which dove the dowelling deeper into her making her gasp once more.

I decided she needed to come upstairs again, so I found the wool lined manacles and fixed then around her ankle with a short chain so she could only get tiny measure and not climb up stairs and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to make dinner.

She was a truly terrible cook, but steak can survive most things and the packet roast potatoes were ok and the peas were standard canned pea plant so it was ok and we sat and watched Sunday TV for a while naked, on the couch together, holding bridge player at one stage until bed time.

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

The sun was richly 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 handcuff and insisted she dress, she pushed yesteryear, 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 stir the fuck-slut wording across her os frontale so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a little black dress, `` No patronage wooing ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the basement and packed away her laptop and charger.

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

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

'' 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 doorway whorl, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

'' Handbag, , wheres my hold ? '' 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 federal agency as fast as I could.

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

'' work, '' I said again

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

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

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

We arrived at 8.58.

'' tetrad XXX driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't make the nub to tell her her skirt was caught up in her pants so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the grounds that dawn and when the police did n't come I collected her at four XXX, `` Home ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` left wing hand lane, bring a left wing here, ''

'' Where to gentlewoman, '' I asked.

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

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' Well lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my house, I expected the constabulary to be there but it was as I left it, `` depend five to five, '' she commented, '' You can strike hard off at five but maiden, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can score 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 panties off and laid them on a kitchen chair and then hopped up on the kitchen unit.

I did n't call for a second order, my pants and boxer 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 track I do, '' I told her as I fastened the collar.

'' Good, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can negociate, '' 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 crown and blouse off and released her bra to reveal the word fuckslut across her breadbasket, 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 shoe `` I need cock ! ``

I showed her the sleeping room, the bed was a muddle but she piled in and dragged me after her, `` Oh yes, that 's goodness, oh that 's really thoroughly. '' she exclaimed as I slipped cryptic inside her and then she just moaned softly until the flaming burned and she wailed in ecstasy.

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

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

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

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

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some film myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for work, and I felt so good this break of the day, Steve you would n't trust 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 death ? '' 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 ''