Early one Mon morning outside a county hall in the English 'Home Counties'

drive girl Jones.

She wore a little xanthous dress, so short that it barely reached her stocking tops. Her prospicient blonde pilus needed combing. She looked like she was half departed, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an minute late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the prospicient trajectory of stone steps towards the car just before seven.

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

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

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

'' I do n't cognize, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` bedchamber ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about twenty four possible rooms, in the visit country house where she had crashed for the night.

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

'' missy Jones character ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really need a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because girl Casey Jones needs her clutches and overnight case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to play them out. ``

I suppose I was rather forceful, but I never touched him, he took two steps back and tripped to sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at rear of the imposing briny staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to climb the stair two pace at a time.

'' tierce on the right wing do n't disturb. '' he said almost apologetically as he struggled to support up.

Third on the right was a bathroom, and, as I flung it full loose I found the succeeding room was Lady Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her 1940s, but she should really have bolted her door, and then I never would stimulate caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her bare tum bulged without her stays, and her breasts sagged without her wonderbra.

I slammed the door shut again before she could scream, but of class she had seen me, and my dark Chauffeurs unvarying let her identify me in a split second. The adjacent door was sorry, 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 room access quietly, a woman in a sexy Daniel Chester French maids costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I assist you sir. '' she said in an unattractive home counties burr and I realised she was actually a genuine chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The womanhood, Miss Mother Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The tart in the icteric dress ? '' I offered.

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

'' I say ! '' a rather tousle young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, God Almighty Baxter 's eldest son, and heritor, `` Might have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with twin trail of powder across it as carefully as his trembling fingerbreadth would give up, `` What you want ? ``

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

'' rightfulness, bangs like a deadened Pisces, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

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

I grabbed the laptop computer, an image of a missy on a rod suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn moving picture, I marvelled at the young lady 's capacitance to shoot what looked like a telephony pole inside her for a split minute, before I yanked out the broadband and charger principal and stuff it all in its protective flabby case.

'' That 's her work laptop computer you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her typesetter's case and realised her case was missing. To my succor I found it hung neatly on the vertebral column of the chamber door, so I folded it and put it away carefully.

Her adhesive friction was beside the bed with all it 's message strewn around, `` Insisted on me wearing a Reb ! '' he explained, and added `` beef ! '' as an afterthought as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the case and traveling bag and rushed from the elbow room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not estimable enough, bally handmaid not allowed ok, and you frightened the gentlewoman wife, I shall report you to your employer. ``

I knew his case from the U. S. Army, cowardly small pricks that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 fire in Irak or IEDs in Helmand.

'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a handwriting free to thump him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone pace outside, but managed to stay upright and I put the cases in the back of the car with missy Jones.

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

The probability of getting to the situation by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut Cassie up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nisan Micra, doing 35 just round out a rebuff curve which I took at 90, I 'm surely she shut her eyes but the grass brink was full and I just slid down the inside on the sens like I knew what I was doing, whew.

The M1 is just impossible, but we were late so the traffic was even heavier than usual but there she was half asleep looking for all the world like live eve whore on her way dwelling to sleep the day away not the film director of European sales agreement for a Major international company.

It was a cleave bit decision but the inner lane was moving firm so I eased the big black Chrysler across and suddenly the chemise to the services was right on there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

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

'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zipper on her apparel, it snagged, I pulled and the dress tore all the way down the back, her panties and bra did n't meet and they had to be yesterdays so I hauled them off her as well, she stood there in just her time lag up stockings and heels.

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my intentions, `` rape ! '' Any other fourth dimension I might deliver noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat breadbasket and her shapely white meat from seeing her in a swimsuit but her waxed pubes were a surprise, I somehow expected a blonde beaver.

I found clean blacken pantie and bra in her face, `` Rape ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too busybodied 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 dame and jacket of her suit, `` hankey, Pen. '' I ordered, `` Right go ! ``

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

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

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

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

'' For graven image sake do your constitution properly you look like a strip-o-gram. '' I suggested, `` And I 'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the opprobrious guy, mid sixties, grey pilus ? ``

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

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

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

'' From a Polemonium caeruleum shop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to weave through traffic trying to get to the power as quickly as potential, `` You better leave your laptop computer so I can wipe the firmly drive. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' In the the boot, '' I explained, `` You need a top head ma'am. ``

Somehow we were only xx minutes late when she swept into the chief entrance, at least as she emerged she looked like a XX seven year old administrator not a XXX seven yr old hustler so it was n't too bad but enough to get a `` Please explain request, '' from Ted Norman, my `` Boss. ``

I had to park up and go to his spot, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a unsaved good job I did, half of it was illegal, the female child with the telephone rod 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 imagine Cassandra hogtied, well I could think it but I could n't think her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my leaf driveway with a white program but I copied the last few text file in compositor's case something went damage, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the retentiveness, cookies, everything and overwrote it on the hard drive as well. I would have downloaded a whole lot of trash to cover it but the office wi-fi would n't let me access the air Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

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

The same matter did n't work out on Ted Gregory John Norman. `` What the blaze 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 service of process, parking in a disabled outer space and use of the Ladies rest way. ``

'' Right ! '' I agreed.

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

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

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

'' She staggered out about seven, in yesterdays party clothes, I had to rule her showcase. ``

'' And the Services ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

domicile was a approximate derelict terraced house between a fish and chip store and a bookmaker, barely a statute mile and a half from the offices it had three bedroom, a big garage accessed from a binding bowling alley and a tidy cellar which I had to spend a fortune getting underpin, and most twenty-four hour period I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to puzzle out on it between responsibility, and so far I had the flooring and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building site with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

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

Ted came back in, `` You got three mean solar day reprieve, '' he said, `` starting back Friday 9 a.m. here, it 's the good I can do. ``

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

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

She finished at three forty five, she was bloodless, all clenched fist and wound up like a clock spring as I drew up out of doors receipt. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the tail, `` It 's your error ! '' she said, `` You made me wearing apparel like my grandma. ``

'' rightfield, I got a three day temporary removal because of you, '' I added.

'' son of a bitch would n't agitate, '' she said, `` Two degree 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 register your eminence, break even was two point five. '' I said.

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

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

She was back in crack sporting lady mode when I picked her up, and trusted sufficiency she was with little lord snooty as I had come to retrieve 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 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 base to start my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some work done on the planetary house during that three day temporary removal, I soundproofed the cellar, did the light and collected my ampere and drum kit from storage and then on Fri I took her from the billet to a party and finally just before four a.m I took her home.

She was wrecked, I could n't take her to her parents place like that, lord knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her replacement yellowness dress all messed up, her horseshoe were on the unseasonable feet, and she vomited all over the pavement just before she climbed in.

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

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

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

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the res publica of the house she started struggling, I did n't ask the bother so I put my helping hand over her rima oris and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to prick my finger's breadth, so I adopted design B as they say and bundled her down the stone's throw to the root 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 lock or anything, so as soon a I released her she tried to escape.

'' Oh no you do n't, '' I ordered. and I grabbed her round the shank, she absolutely reeked of stale beer and cigarette Mary Jane, but she was affectionate and there was hardly an ounce of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those thoughts firmly to the dorsum of my mind, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the mantle and rug for the bedrooms in the cellar, it took barely a moment to untie the string around the carpeting, and then I dragged her to a street corner and used the string to tie her script behind her, and then to check her stepping through her hands and getting them in front of her, I tied her elbows together as well.

I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the curtains to form a makeshift bed, and then I told her, `` kip it off ok ? '' and I left her to it while I went upstairs where I jammed a kitchen chair under the cellar door door-handle before I showered and headed for bed in my one half completed bedroom.

I checked on her around 7 a.m, she looked just like a wisecrack whore so I took an old vivid orange lip rouge I had been using as a marking from my bag and wrote SLUT in big alphabetic character right across her forehead and then I eased her dress up around her shank and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy.

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

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

It was much soft to cut her ruined step-in off than tinge them, so I used the funny picayune hook blade in my Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the slope and pull it away, her stockings were soiled as well as her panties and so I dragged them off, and her place, and then she looked really goofy, and rather pathetic so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in display case she got awkward.

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

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

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

It was a prissy good afternoon so I took a few fucking and screwed the basement door firmly shut and then I grabbed my knapsack and walked to the subway station and got a gear to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't occupy recollective to retrieve what I wanted, a ball gag in a shop window.

Once inside I found they had handcuff for the radiocarpal joint or ankles, soft ropes in various colours, dog apprehension, play manacle, party whip even, all kind 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 crummy and tacky underwear, and a gimcrack white-livered rubber-base paint dress, and then, after a leisurely pie and a dry pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.

She was really angry when I returned, she looked shocked when I unloaded my back pack and especially shocked when I slapped the whiplash against my helping hand. but she agreed the play handcuffs and the testicle gag were better than no shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her oral cavity full for me to pop the ball in her oral cavity and fasten the strap around the back of her head.

She let me put handcuffs on her and I untied the cords and on an whim I strapped dog shoe collar around her neck.

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

I had a shower kiosk and bathroom in the unfinished 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 scrap just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the exhibitor head in its square bracket and stripped to my drawers, that was the only rationality, just to bar my wearing apparel getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should have taken the attire off 1st, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to pull the soak wet garb over her head.

I took my face cloth and some soap and started to rinse her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the arrest and let me slip that off as well. It was a shock absorber when I saw her nipples react to my touch, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own feelings were being betrayed as I looked down at the tent pole in my shorts.

It was n't veracious, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her most private parts, I eased the face cloth inside her puss back talk and I 'm certainly she moaned, and then on down to her substructure, and then she turned and I washed her back, then using some brassy shampoo she would never have got used in a million years I washed her hair.

'' Drink ? '' she asked, I realised she had zilch to imbibe since we arrived.

I asked her, `` Do you want a drinkable ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a trash of H2O, I realised the stiff of the lip rouge was still seeable across her face as she saw her thoughtfulness in the exhibitor silver screen and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your tummy 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 error to get her fuzz wet but with her sitting on the Bath and me combing and using my old haircloth drier I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the root cellar and then I went the bare living way and ordered some pizza pie before I took a nursing bottle of Coca Cola and some credit card cups down and un-buckled her gag.

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

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

She peered around the cellar, new concrete flooring freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, thick soundproofing, it must make looked like I had planned it and with the drumfish kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard boxes it really must have 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 sacrifice the police your description. ``

I picked up the whip slapped it against my handwriting 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 excruciate me, act as the transcription to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't mark my human face, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the moment and wrote snatch £2 across her breadbasket again and L on her pass on breast and R on her right field 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 handcuffs, 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 thirsty, '' I indicated the pizza and unfastened the cuff, `` nose candy ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean More Cola. '' I said and she smiled.

She stretched and took the cup of dope, and sipped from it, then she simply threw it in my face and ran, she nearly made it to the steps but I caught her polish up 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, `` eat up 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.

'' tone, 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 Henry M. Robert ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' If you 're a good girlfriend, taking your punishment like a good girl, six of the in force for forgetting your fount, six for lying and getting me into trouble, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting sot ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' That was Henry M. Robert 's mind, '' she said, `` I was drunk all right ? ``

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

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

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

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

She did as I asked and I began to wind up the red cord her left wrist and ankle. it was strong yet elastic and designed to leave no marks, I tied it off and started on the right carpus, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied cords from just below the knee to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a curtain behind her and gently pushed her onto her cover that she realised how discover and vulnerable she was.

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

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

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

'' Not if you take your punishment like a good missy and shtup nicely, '' I told her, `` I think I better give six of the serious for now do n't you ? ``

Her eyes followed me as I picked up the party 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 while and wash the coke from me hair.

I came back an minute later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could 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 fuck me nicely then you can cause 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 need to get it over with ? '' she asked nervously as I set the plate down.

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

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

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

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

'' It would appear that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the home aside and moved towards her, she could do absolutely naught to stop me, but her latent self saving instinct had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her pussy lips. I rested the very tip of my tool against her pink softness and she opened like an exotic flower and welcomed me in the crudest most primaeval and nearly delightful way possible.

'' Nnng, '' she exclaimed as she tried to asphyxiate her moan, but then I was floating on her damp in a sea of X, I expected indisposition not need and swiftly the floating turned to something profoundly dissimilar as she gripped me with willing muscles.

She stared at me with a admixture of care and surprisal, I think the gradualness of our initial mating had caught her by surprise as much as it surprised me, and she struggled to oppress her emotions.

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her dear to squeeze me with her bounce legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a altogether unprofessional manner I tucked into her neck smooching and be intimate biting as she was incapacitated to resist me.

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` perpetrate out. draw in out ! '' she wailed as I started pumping but it was too late, and I was in an alpine hayfield, flying my spitfire, soaring like an eagle and generally wallowing in the ecstacy of orgasm before I had the presence of judgement to do 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 television camera phone

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

She stared helplessly, `` volition 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 good girl, '' I reached down and added some scarlet highlights to her sex with the lipstick.

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

'' No, you stifled you feel, you have to express your delight, now I have to whisk you again, do you understand ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.

'' No, I need the john. '' 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 ceiling to the lounge floor joists passed a rope around it and back down to her looping it under her titty inside her tied arms and hauled her to her ft. She gasped.

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

'' Shall I leave you untie ? '' 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 bid, and her teat such lovely targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` left hand mammilla, Right mamilla, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a treble 19 I said `` Clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipples which responded by turning dark and solidification and upwards against her button or her labia.

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

'' No Henderson, '' she wailed, `` delight ? '' and she stared right at me pleadingly, her need was unmistakeable, so I set the party whip down and took her in my munition and gently eased my riffle inside her and compact my digit on her clit to rouse her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to relieve her, and as I worked on her clit so her work force slipped from her bosom and her arms slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breathing time was coming in petty 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 exhausted that I let her lie down and then I found her some dry carpet and curtain for a bed and tucked her in for the Nox,

I felt strangely elated as I went up to my own bed, chuckling at the thought process of seeing her bare and with brilliant memories of her body and an Brobdingnagian 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 next morning, she was still asleep but she came upstairs quickly enough with the aspect of the bath and bacon and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday night, 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 booster 's houses. '' It was all the info 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 mother was an older rendering of Cassie and delightful and she was so excusatory when she found sweet wattle was too sot to come home and had phoned on my day off to order me to pick up some wearing apparel for her for Monday.

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

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the framing of her laptop, her attire was dry so I made her endure it, but then decided the tacky cheap one looked more worthy because it showed her panty better, at least it would if I had let her don any, oh and I touched up the fuck slut and changed the discussion cunt which was badly smeared for heterosexual person but still kept the price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her titty as well.

'' I 'm fine 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 hesitation Wi Fi provender and I started to make up a crisscross to tie her to. It fixed to the wall, Sir Thomas More X then cross

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

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my trunks to set out with and chanted, `` left nipple right nipple clit and ass '' as I swatted her breasts and up between her legs and down against her clitoris and when her eyes started to glaze I drove my pecker deep inside her.

'' Not my neck, '' she wailed, `` backtalk, '' as I tried a love morsel 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.

'' Master ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, please sea captain fill me with your glorious mettle. ``

I could n't turn away the lady could I ? I did n't want to anyway and with a Rush I started shooting my lading deep inside her.

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

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

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

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

I made her go round, it was cumbersome and time consuming and the whole procedure needed changing but soon her back was revealed and I gave her about twenty strokes until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a slice of dowelling about XXX six inches long and three inch diam and using a file and some emery paper 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 bang it, faster and faster in a dire bid to cum and yet a vain one until I slipped my mitt between her legs and sought out her clit.

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

I decided she needed to follow upstairs again, so I found the fleece lined handcuff and fixed then around her ankle with a dead chain so she could only take tiny gradation and not wax step and I carried her to the toilet and then to the kitchen where I set her to make dinner.

She was a truly atrocious James Cook, but steak can survive most things and the mail boat roast potatoes were ok and the peas were standard canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched William Ashley Sunday TV for a spell naked, on the sofa together, holding manpower at one point until bed time.

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

The sun was high gear in the sky when I woke, the alarm had n't woken me, it was 8.30, I panicked and hurtled downstairs, grabbed her case from the car, and rushed to the root cellar where I unfastened the handlock and insisted she clothes, she pushed past, out-running me and rushed for the bathroom.

I grabbed my uniform and brought her shell to the chamber where she was desperately trying to shift the fuck-slut verbiage across her forehead so I doused her liberally with fragrance, and then she slipped on a little black dress, `` No business suit ! '' 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 fount ? '' I asked, she pointed so I sprinted upstairs grabbed it and came down to find her struggling with the door whorl, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

'' purse, , wheres my bag ? '' 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 locomotive engine and we headed for the agency as fast as I could.

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

'' Work, '' I said again

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

'' There was no ransom, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog collar on, `` You wagerer let me have that dog 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 XXX driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't have got the heart to distinguish her her chick was caught up in her bloomers so I drove slowly away.

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

'' Where to lady, '' 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 house, I expected the police to be there but it was as I left it, `` Look five to five, '' she commented, '' You can pick apart off at five but beginning, '' 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 panties off and laid them on a kitchen professorship and then hopped up on the kitchen unit.

I did n't call for a second gear lodge, my pants and boxers were off like a shot, and I dove my peter deep into her hot wet box, and as I did so she reached for her bridge player bag ad pulled out the collar, `` miscue it back around my neck if you want me, '' she said quietly.

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

'' in effect, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can care, '' 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 jacket and blouse off and released her bra to unveil the Holy Scripture 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 shoes `` I need cock ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some ikon myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for study, and I felt so trade good this sunrise, Steve you would n't believe how sound it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a boarder Mr Phillips ! ``

'' Oh you remembered my gens at finish ? '' I queried.

'' null grievous, just a bit of fun, '' she said, `` Ok ? ``

'' Well if that is all that is on go. '' I agreed, `` But recall I 'm master in my theater, '' I insisted.

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

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