Driving Miss Jones ( 0 )
BdsmEarly one Monday sunrise outside a county residence in the English 'Home Counties'
drive miss Jones.
She wore a footling yellow dress, so short that it barely reached her stocking tip. Her foresightful blond hair needed combing. She looked like she was half asleep, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an hour late, we said six thirty but she tottered down the long flight of Lucy 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 is banging like an Oasis concert. ``
'' In your bag Madam, '' I suggested, but she did n't induce it, nor her nightlong case, `` Which room ? '' I asked.
'' I do n't bonk, '' she replied unhelpfully, `` Bedroom ? '' she suggested narrowing it down to one of about twenty dollar bill four possible elbow room, in the imposing land mansion where she had crashed for the night.
I sprinted up those stone steps and hurtled through the door, `` Oi servant 's entranceway ! '' Higgins the Samuel Butler ordered.
'' young lady Jones cases ? '' I asked.
'' Servants entrance. '' he repeated, `` Chauffeurs enter through the retainer entrance. ``
'' Do you really need a broken jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because Miss Jones needs her grip and all-night case right now, and it 's supposed to be your job to bring them out. ``
I suppose I was rather forceful, but I never touched him, he took two dance step back and tripped to sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at keister of the imposing main staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to mount the stairs two treads at a time.
'' one-third on the right do n't disturb. '' he said almost apologetically as he struggled to stand up.
Third on the right hand was a john, and, as I flung it all-inclusive surface I found the future way was ma'am Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her forties, but she should really birth bolted her threshold, and then I never would give birth caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her defenseless breadbasket bulged without her stays, and her tit sagged without her wonderbra.
I slammed the door shut again before she could cry, but of course she had seen me, and my wickedness Chauffeurs uniform let her identify me in a split second. The next room access was uncollectible, Lord Baxter was sitting on his bed naked and admiring his erection, nothing to be proud of really but with a beer belly like his I 'm surprise he could actually see it, perhaps that 's why he was looking in the mirror !
I shut his door quietly, a womanhood in a sexy french maiden costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an unattractive home counties burr and I realised she was actually a genuine fille de chambre and not a ageing tart.
'' The woman, young lady Bobby Jones which way ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The tart in the yellow clothes ? '' I offered.
'' Oh yes, this one tierce on the rightfield. '' she said. To any convention person 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 tangle young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, Maker Baxter 's eldest son, and heir, `` might have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with twin trails of powder across it as carefully as his trembling finger's breadth would permit, `` What you want ? ``
'' Miss Jones cases, '' I asked, he looked blank, `` Cassandra, Cassie. '' he looked space, `` Jonesey ? ``
'' Right, bangs like a numb Pisces the Fishes, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``
'' example and bag ! '' I demanded, but I had seen the grip already and her laptop on the dresser.
I grabbed the Laptop, an figure of a girlfriend on a punt suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a porn film, I marvelled at the girl 's capacity to assume what looked like a telephone pole inside her for a split indorsement, before I yanked out the broadband and courser leads and stuff it all in its protective soft case.
'' That 's her work Laptop you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her case and realised her courtship was missing. To my relief I found it hung neatly on the binding of the sleeping accommodation threshold, so I folded it and put it away carefully.
Her bobby pin was beside the bed with all it 's contents strewn around, `` Insisted on me wearing a Reb ! '' he explained, and added `` Bitch ! '' as an reconsideration as I gathered up the contents.
I grabbed the case and grip and rushed from the way, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not good enough, flaming handmaiden not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall describe you to your employer. ``
I knew his eccentric from the U. S. Army, cowardly slight dent that hug around in GHQ when we were out dodging stray AK47 fire in Iraq or IEDs in Helmand.
'' Very good sir, will that be all sir, '' I said and I wished I had a hand free to thump him but instead I pushed past him and ran downstairs, I nearly fell down the stone stone's throw outside, but managed to stay vertical and I put the caseful in the back of the car with Miss Jones.
'' In the iron heel ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the force seat and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel spin, not that I did n't leave alone a twosome of Sur rail all the way across the gravelled forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.
The chances of getting to the part 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 round a slight curvature which I took at 90, I 'm surely she shut her eyes but the pasturage verge was wide and I just slid down the inside on the skunk like I knew what I was doing, whew.
The M1 is just unsufferable, but we were late so the traffic was even big than usual but there she was half asleep looking for all the world like last evenings whore on her way home base to sleep the day away not the director of European sales agreement for a major external company.
It was a burst second decision but the inside lane was moving degraded so I eased the big black Chrysler across and suddenly the slip to the services was in good order 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 dame, and on into a disabled loo to the consternation of the dame there.
'' Henderson ! '' she protested as I grabbed the zipper on her garb, it snagged, I pulled and the dress tore all the way down the back, her panties and bra did n't match and they had to be yesterdays so I hauled them off her as well, she stood there in just her hold up stockings and heels.
'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my intent, `` rapine ! '' Any other clip I might have noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her compressed tummy and her shapely breasts from seeing her in a swimsuit but her waxed pubic region were a surprise, I somehow expected a blonde beaver.
I found sportsmanlike blacken panties and bra in her case, `` Rape ! '' she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too busy to care.
'' Hands ! '' I ordered and she put her hands through her bra straps, `` knickers ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and jacket of her suit, `` handkerchief, Pen. '' I ordered, `` right field go ! ``
I guess it took maybe two proceedings and then we were out and away, I saw security and the coach hot footing it towards the loo as we left so it was a very near run thing.
'' My God ! '' she gasped, `` What the hell are you on ? ``
The parking warden was wandering across, but he was too slow, we were gone, down the on incline at 70 and then bullying my way into the 30mph crawl towards the south.
'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.
'' For god sake do your physical composition properly you look like a strip-o-gram. '' I suggested, `` And I 'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the grim guy, mid sixties, grey hair ? ``
'' You tore my dress off ! '' she said, `` My party dress ! ``
'' I 'll buy you another, '' I suggested.
'' It was a G Euros from French capital ! '' she complained.
'' From a charity workshop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to meander through traffic trying to get to the part as quickly as possible, `` You better leave your laptop so I can wipe the hard campaign. '' I suggested.
'' Oh, yes, watchword is m0r0n1c, two noughts and figure one, I think of you which reminds me. '' she said in a surprising price of admission that she realised she existed.
'' The mini bar 's empty ! '' she complained.
'' In the thrill, '' I explained, `` You need a decipherable head Madam. ``
Somehow we were only twenty dollar bill mo late when she swept into the chief entrance, at to the lowest degree as she emerged she looked like a 20 seven year old executive not a thirty seven year old Hooker so it was n't too bad but plenty to get a `` Please explicate request, '' from Ted Gregory John Norman, my `` Boss. ``
I had to park up and go to his office, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a damned good job I did, half of it was illegal, the lady friend with the phone rod inside her was the to the lowest degree of it, and it was all saved, bondage, whipping, hogties, it seemed his Lordship actually had a subscription to Hogties although I could n't think Cassandra hogtied, well I could imagine it but I could n't imagine her letting anyone do it to her.
I used my quarter round drive with a cleaner program but I copied the close few text file in case something went wrong, and then I identified the pornography and deleted it, then I cleared the computer memory, biscuit, everything and overwrote it on the knockout movement as well. I would have downloaded a entirely lot of folderol to cover it but the post wi-fi would n't let me admittance the Aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.
I took the Laptop to Cassandra 's assistant, Miss Davis. `` What the hell happened ? '' she asked, `` The old man nearly had a fit ! ``
'' It 's a yearn account, '' I explained non commitally.
The same thing did n't go on Ted Greg Norman. `` What the hell happened ? '' he asked.
'' She was deep ! '' I told him.
'' Not according to her, you were n't there until septenary fifteen and then you drove like a daredevil. '' he said, `` And then there 's the help, parking in a handicap space and use of the Ladies sleep elbow 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 gown apparently ? ``
'' No, no nightdress, '' I confirmed, `` zip at all. ``
'' So what happened ? '' he asked.
'' She staggered out about seven, in yesterdays party clothes, I had to find out her pillow slip. ``
'' And the Robert William Service ? '' he asked.
'' Sort of a quick variety, otherwise no comment. '' agreed.
'' rightfulness, well you better hang around because the old man wants you sacked. '' he insisted.
Usually I did the choice up, then went abode for the break of day and then I came back either after lunch 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 near derelict terraced home between a Pisces the Fishes and chip shop and a bookie, barely a mile and a half from the offices it had three bedroom, a big garage accessed from a back alleyway and a sizeable cellar which I had to spend a fate getting bear out, and most days I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to crop on it between duties, and so far I had the floors and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building internet site with a microwave, a TV and a bed.
I had nothing to do so I used the computer in Ted 's office to check my Thumb parkway, 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 hanging, '' he said, `` Start back Fri 9 a.m. here, it 's the skilful I can do. ``
'' amercement ! '' I agreed. and I turned to leave.
'' You got to drop her at the Hyperion when she finishes this eve. '' he said, `` And carry her home after so you need to hang around, sorry. ``
She finished at three forty five, she was livid, all clenched fist and wrap up like a clock spring as I drew up outside reception. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the tush, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me dress like my grandma. ``
'' Right, I got a three day suspension because of you, '' I added.
'' love child would n't stir, '' she said, `` Two stop six five, they offered, against two full stop seven five. '' she said, `` I could n't do anything, I could bear leaned forward or un-crossed my pegleg, '' she said crudely. ``
'' Either that or interpret your notes, break even was two peak five. '' I said.
'' No way ! '' she squealed, but she scrabbled around with her laptop, `` Oh fucking hellhole, '' she admitted, `` Turn rung, '' I was ahead of her, we were nearly back at the office already.
She forgot to thank me, as you would bear so I dropped her at the Hyperion, carried her casing and waited for her to convert and then returned around eleven to take her domicile to Northamptonshire.
She was back in crack woman of the street modal value when I picked her up, and sure adequate she was with little Creator snooty as I had come to cogitate of the Baxter boy as although at 30 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 house 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 dwelling house to begin my suspension.
I really got stuck in and got some work done on the house during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the basement, did the ignition and collected my adenosine monophosphate and get up kit from storage and then on Friday I took her from the agency 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, Divine knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her replacement xanthous frock all messed up, her shoes were on the wrongfulness pes, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.
I took her nursing home, but to my home to sleep it off.
She only realised what was happening, as I drove into the rearward alley and swung into my garage, `` Hey, '' she protested.
'' I ca n't require you home like this, '' I insisted, `` sleep it off ok ? ''
She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the body politic of the house she started struggling, I did n't need the rough-and-tumble so I put my bridge player over her mouth and frog-marched her inside.
That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to seize with teeth my fingers, so I adopted program B as they say and bundled her down the stride to the root cellar and slammed the door behind me.
'' No, '' she wailed as soon as I removed my hand from her backtalk, `` You 're mad ! ``
I had n't planned to use the cellar as a prison, there was only a bolt on the inside, no curl 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 cigaret sess, but she was warm and there was hardly an ounce of flab on her and she was here and.
I put those view firmly to the back of my mind, I just wanted her to sleep it off, I had the curtains and carpets for the bedrooms in the wine cellar, it took barely a moment to undo the twine around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a corner and used the drawing string to tie her men behind her, and then to hold back her stepping through her hands and getting them in front man of her, I tied her elbows together as well.
I rolled out the carpet and unwrapped the mantle to work a makeshift bed, and then I told her, `` catch some Z's 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 crack whore so I took an old vivid orange lipstick I had been using as a mark from my bag and wrote hussy in big letters right across her forehead and then I eased her dress up around her shank and wrote slit and £ 2 across her tummy.
I woke next first light with the sun streaming through a gap in the curtains `` Damn ! '' it was nearly noon, I rushed downstairs, down into the cellar, she was in a bad way, I guess I should have realised, all that wine-colored had to go somewhere and that was my curtains ruined, `` You need a exhibitor ! '' I exclaimed.
'' whoreson ! '' she sobbed, `` You wo n't get away with this. ``
It was much comfortable to cut her ruined panty off than touch them, so I used the funny fiddling hooking leaf blade in my Henry M. 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 horseshoe, and then she looked really silly, and rather pitiful so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in compositor's case she got awkward.
'' Oh no no way ! '' she said, `` Not that no, '' she complained as she realised she could n't extract her dress 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 up and get cleaned up.
'' Ok, if you wo n't shut up I 'll shut you up, I suggested and remembering the ball gag from her thrall TV I turned and left her and went upstairs.
It was a nice good afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the basement threshold firmly shut and then I grabbed my backpack and walked to the tube place and got a train to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't take long to retrieve what I wanted, a ball gag in a shop window.
Once inside I found they had manacles for the articulatio radiocarpea or ankle joint, soft forget me drug in various colours, dog choker, free rein cuff, whiplash 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 tacky and tacky underclothing, and a punk chickenhearted rubber-base paint clothes, and then, after a leisurely pie and a pint in a Soho pub, I walked home.
She was really angry when I returned, she looked outrage when I unloaded my back pack and especially shocked when I slapped the whip against my hand. but she agreed the maneuver handcuffs and the ball gag were better than no shower and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her sassing panoptic for me to pop the orb in her sass and secure the strap around the back of her head.
She let me put handlock on her and I untied the cords and on an impulsion I strapped dog apprehension around her neck.
She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow symbolic, it was supposed to be a joke, but did n't appear at all funny, I had the troika 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 cubicle and Bath in the unfinished toilet so I took her in there. I untied her subdivision. I set the shower temperature and pushed her into the shower. The weewee cascaded through her golden hair and the fight just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the exhibitioner head in its angle bracket and stripped to my packer, that was the only grounds, just to blockade my clothes getting wet, honest.
'' Maybe you should have taken the frock off kickoff, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to pull the soaking wet attire over her drumhead.
I took my face cloth and some grievous bodily harm and started to wash her, starting at her neck opening, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the catch and let me skid that off as well. It was a shock when I saw her tit react to my speck, I wondered what she was thinking and then I realised my own feelings were being betrayed as I looked down at the tent rod in my boxers.
It was n't right, I decided even when she allowed me to wash out her most buck private component, I eased the fount material inside her puss mouth 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 cheap shampoo she would never have used in a million years I washed her hair.
'' Drink ? '' she asked, I realised she had nothing to drink since we arrived.
I asked her, `` Do you want a potable ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a looking glass of weewee, I realised the corpse of the lipstick was still visible across her case as she saw her reflection in the exhibitor filmdom and gasped.
'' What have you done ! '' she gasped.
'' Oh, you should see the photo, '' I joked, `` Worth thousands ! '' She seemed to shrink inwardly at that.
'' I wrote across your breadbasket as well, '' I said, `` Cunt two Cypriot pound ''
'' No ! '' she protested.
'' I did, I have the pic. '' I insisted.
'' Oh, '' she said quietly, and then she just sat quietly as I dried her off.
It took geezerhood to dry her, it was a fault to get her hair wet but with her sitting on the bath and me combing and using my old tomentum dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the cellar and then I went the bare bread and butter room and ordered some pizza before I took a bottleful of coke and some plastic loving cup down and un-buckled her gag.
'' You wo n't mark my nerve will you ? '' she asked, `` Please you can do anything but do n't mark my boldness. '' she said as I poured her a cup of coke.
'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the total message in one go, `` I 'll just redo the lip rouge then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend Slut across her aspect but I decided to write love across her forehead and sl one incline of her nose and ut the other English. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her lips leaving her looking ridiculously flash and trashy.
She peered around the wine cellar, new concrete trading floor freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, deep soundproofing, it must ingest looked like I had planned it and with the brake drum kit still in bits and mostly in cardboard boxes 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 pay the police your description. ``
I picked up the whip slapped it against my paw and grinned.
'' Oh god I 'm never going to bunk am I ? '' she decided, `` You built this specially did n't you ? '' she was really scared now, `` You 'll torture me, play the recordings to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't mark my face, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``
'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the moment and wrote bitch £2 across her tum again and L on her left bosom and R on her redress 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 handcuff, and went upstairs, `` Ok coming, '' I added as I threw on an old coating 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, `` nose candy ? '' 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 fount and ran, she nearly made it to the measure but I caught her round 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 response,
'' I think you need to be tied up, '' I said, `` complete your Pizza, how 's the Baxter boy ? '' I asked.
'' Oh, I do n't sleep with. '' she said, `` Who calls Robert the Baxter boy ? '' she asked.
'' Me mainly, '' I said.
'' spirit, 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 keep an eye on TV. ``
I laid out the corduroys, `` I suppose you do this with Robert ? '' I asked.
She blushed crimson, `` Hardly ! '' she exclaimed.
'' Only if you 're very estimable I 'll get you some strawberry cheesecake. '' I asked as she finished the Pizza.
'' What do you mean, good ? '' she asked.
'' If you 're a dear girlfriend, taking your penalization like a unspoilt young lady, six of the effective for forgetting your compositor's case, six for lying and getting me into bother, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting drunk ? ``
'' Are you going to dishonor me ? '' she asked.
'' Hardly, I 'll pay the two pounds like anybody else, '' I promised, `` Or do you mean instead of a whipping. '' I suggested.
'' Oh, '' She gasped, `` Oh please, do n't hurt me, ''
'' I saw the video recording, '' I said.
'' That was Henry M. Robert 's idea, '' she said, `` I was drunk all right ? ``
'' Oh, different video, '' I said `` Sorry. '' I countered, `` Its about 40 eight whack I make it. ``
'' You said you would have got sex with me instead. '' she offered.
'' fille Jones I can ingest sex with you as well, I 'm afraid, '' I informed her, `` Your bargaining positioning is flimsy to say the least. ``
She finished the pizza, `` Hands on ankles, '' I suggested, `` I saw it on Roberts telecasting. '' I grinned.
She did as I asked and I began to wrap the red cord her left wrist and ankle joint. it was strong yet elastic band and designed to give no sucker, I tied it off and started on the right wrist, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied electric cord from just below the knee joint to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a curtain behind her and gently pushed her onto her spinal column that she realised how exposed and vulnerable she was.
'' Oh earnest god no ! '' she wailed, `` Not my bum please, oh please do n't, Henry Martyn 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 capitulum off will you. ``
'' Not if you take your penalization like a honest daughter and piece of tail nicely, '' I told her, `` I think I better give six of the best for now do n't you ? ``
Her eyes followed me as I picked up the whip, it was awkward in the hold space with the ceiling barely six foot six high but three swats from the left and three from the right reddened her bottom 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 hour later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could give birth some if you were beneficial, and you were very in effect earlier so I brought some. ``
'' You said. '' she said, `` If I fucked nicely. ``
'' If you promise you 'll try to have a go at it me nicely then you can have the cheesecake first, what do you say ? '' I asked.
'' Not my bum ? '' she asked, `` Just ordinary ? ``
'' Very straight, '' I said, and I sliced the cheesecake with a knife and fed it to her with a spoon.
'' Mmm, '' she said licking her mouth, `` Ok, but no Anal, agreed ? ``
'' Not today anyway, '' I agreed.
'' Do you want to get it over with ? '' she asked nervously as I set the plate down.
'' I suppose we should, '' I agreed, and my erecting resumed it 's tent poling as soon as she said it, so I hauled my shorts down.
'' Oh my it 's too big ! '' she gasped, `` Robert 's is aught like as. ``
'' And what about all the others ? '' I asked, `` The ones you do n't recall. ``
'' That 's not fair ! '' she complained, as she tried to appear coy, with her cunt pouting at me.
'' It would appear that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the photographic plate divagation and moved towards her, she could do absolutely zilch to stop me, but her latent self preservation instinct had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her cunt 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 primeval and nigh delightful way possible.
'' Nnng, '' she exclaimed as she tried to stifle her groan, but then I was floating on her moistness in a sea of ecstasy, I expected reluctance not demand and swiftly the natation turned to something profoundly dissimilar as she gripped me with unforced muscles.
She stared at me with a mixture of fear and surprise, I think the gentleness of our initial pairing had caught her by surprise as much as it surprised me, and she struggled to suppress her emotions.
'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her best to squeeze me with her bound legs which just rubbed my rib batting cage and then in a completely unprofessional way I tucked into her neck kissing and love biting as she was helpless to dissent me.
She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` pluck out. draw out out ! '' she wailed as I started pumping but it was too late, and I was in an alpine meadow, flying my spitfire, soaring like an eagle and generally wallowing in the ecstacy of orgasm before I had the front of mind to answer her.
'' You sound like an old war movie. '' 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 telephone set
'' You made me cum. '' she said, as I walked round behind her, `` Bastard, Robert only makes me cum when I 'm high up. ``
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 good girl, '' I reached down and added some scarlet highlighting to her sex with the lipstick.
'' But I have been ! '' she protested.
'' No, you stifled you tactual sensation, you have to carry your pleasure, now I have to whip you again, do you understand ? '' I asked making it up as I went along.
'' No, I need the bathroom. '' she protested, I found her a bowl, she did what she needed to and then I screwed a hook shot in between some of the nails holding my basement ceiling to the sofa level joists passed a roach around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her laced weaponry and hauled her to her ft. She gasped.
'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a couple of meter with the whip but it was very awkward for her so I sat her down and untied the ropes and let her rest.
'' Shall I leave you untied ? '' I asked, `` For now ? ``
'' Please ! '' she replied.
'' Then agree your titties out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so inviting, and her nipples such lovely targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` left hand tit, Right tit, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a treble 19 I said `` clitoris, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipple which responded by turning darkness and hardening and upwards against her clitoris 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 whip down and took her in my arms and gently eased my leaf inside her and press my fingers on her clit to excite her, `` Oh my lord. '' she wailed as I strove to remedy her, and as I worked on her button so her workforce slipped from her bosom and her arms slipped around me and held me tightly.
Her breath was coming in little 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 exhausted that I let her lie down and then I found her some dry carpet and pall 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 magnificent memories of her physical structure and an immense flavour 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 forenoon, she was still gone but she came upstair quickly enough with the aspect of the privy and Baron Verulam and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.
'' So where were you going on Friday nighttime, not plate 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 champion 's houses. '' It was all the info I needed.
I locked her in the cellar with a dash and padlock I found in the garage and went to her parents to set up a `` ransom money ! ``
Her mother was an sometime version of Cassie and delicious and she was so apologetic when she found huisache was too drunk to occur abode and had phoned on my day off to order me to pick up some clothes for her for Monday.
I returned solemn faced, `` They wo n't pay, '' I lied, `` I only want a zillion, '' and they want validation, I insisted.
I made her do a bit to her webcam in the frame of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her jade it, but then decided the tacky gimcrack one looked more worthy because it showed her step-in better, at least it would if I had let her wear down any, oh and I touched up the piece of tail strumpet and changed the word cunt which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her boob as well.
'' I 'm okay 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 faltering Wi Fi feed and I started to make a cross to tie her to. It fixed to the paries, more X then cross
She watched carefully and when I was done she let me tie her wrist and ankles to the beams and then we tried it.
It was nearly perfect I stripped to my shorts to lead off with and chanted, `` left nipple mightily nipple clit and ass '' as I swatted her breasts and up between her stage and down against her clit and when her eyes started to glass I drove my tool abstruse inside her.
'' Not my neck, '' she wailed, `` lips, '' as I tried a dear bit again and then suddenly she was wailing in ecstasy.
'' That 's it let the emotion display, '' I ordered.
'' Ohhh Henderson ! '' she wailed.
'' What 's my name. '' I asked jokingly.
'' professional ! '' she wailed, `` Oh god, please original sate me with your splendid spunk. ``
I could n't reject the lady could I ? I did n't require to anyway and with a rush I started shooting my shipment oceanic abyss inside her.
'' I love you lord, '' 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 finis, `` It 's quite normal. ``
'' What sex this secure without being stoned, sorry I do n't think so ! '' she snapped, `` And with a fucking driver, bollocks ! ``
'' Charming, '' I agreed, `` I think my little slave need a admonisher of whose arrest she wears. ''
I made her turn daily round, it was cumbersome and prison term consuming and the whole procedure needed changing but soon her rachis was revealed and I gave her about twenty dollar bill slash until her seat were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a piece of dowelling about thirty six inches long and three inch diameter and using a filing 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 wail, `` 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 bail in exhaustion which dove the dowelling deeper into her making her gasp once more.
I decided she needed to hail upstairs again, so I found the sheepskin lined manacles and fixed then around her ankles with a short-change mountain range so she could only exact tiny steps and not climb stairs and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to hit dinner.
She was a truly dreadful cook, but steak can survive most matter and the packet knock white potato were ok and the pea were received canned peas so it was ok and we sat and watched Dominicus TV for a while naked, on the sofa together, holding manus at one stage until bed time.
I found her a mattress and mantle, 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 wine cellar where I unfastened the manacles and insisted she apparel, she pushed past, out-running me and rushed for the bathroom.
I grabbed my uniform and brought her case to the bedroom where she was desperately trying to pitch the fuck-slut wording across her forehead so I doused her liberally with perfume, and then she slipped on a picayune black dress, `` No commercial enterprise suit ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the cellar and packed away her laptop computer and charger.
'' Where are you taking me ? '' she asked.
'' Work '' I explained, `` We 're late ! ``
'' Are you mad ? '' she asked, as we met in the kitchen,
'' I must be. '' I agreed.
`` Where 's your case ? '' I asked, she pointed so I sprinted upstairs grabbed it and came down to find her struggling with the door ringlet, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``
'' Handbag, , wheres my bobby pin ? '' she asked
'' In the car I guess ? '' I replied and she obeyed and I threw the eccentric and laptop in the car after her and grabbing my hat I started the engine and we headed for the function as fast as I could.
`` Where are we really going ? '' she demanded.
'' oeuvre, '' I said again
'' oeuvre ? '' she exclaimed, `` What about my ransom money ? ``
'' There was no ransom, '' I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog collar on, `` You honorable let me give birth 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.
'' quadruplet thirty driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't have the pith to narrate her her skirt was caught up in her knickers so I drove slowly away.
I cleared all the evidence that morning and when the police did n't come up I collected her at four thirty, `` Home ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered `` Left hand lane, subscribe a left here, ''
'' Where to madam, '' I asked.
'' Home, surely you know the way domicile. '' 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 1st, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can make me cum without a party 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 electric chair and then hopped up on the kitchen unit.
I did n't need a back Holy Order, my drawers and boxers 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 leash, `` Slip it back around my neck if you want me, '' she said quietly.
'' Of course I do, '' I told her as I fastened the collar.
'' upright, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can handle, '' 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 crownwork and blouse off and released her bra to uncover the word fuckslut across her tummy, I stared.
'' It smeared, I had to re do it, '' she explained, `` But bed man bed, '' she ordered, as she pranced around discarding her stockings and skid `` I need cock ! ``
I showed her the bedroom, the bed was a mess but she piled in and dragged me after her, `` Oh yes, that 's good, oh that 's really good. '' she exclaimed as I slipped inscrutable inside her and then she just moaned softly until the flack burned and she wailed in ecstasy.
We lay together, `` Did you really think to call for a ransom ? '' she asked.
'' To be true I wanted you to slumber it off before you went home. ``
'' But Steve, it was so exciting, '' she said, `` I have never felt so safe without being stoned, '' she said, `` Honest. ``
'' It was fun, but I soundproofed the basement as a practice room or studio, '' I explained, `` Not to celebrate anyone prisoner. ``
'' May be we can use it as a shimmer room ? '' she suggested.
'' We ? '' I asked.
'' Ah, I took some word-painting myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for piece of work, and I felt so good this break of the day, Steve you would n't believe 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 epithet at shoemaker's last ? '' I queried.
'' Nothing good, just a bit of fun, '' she said, `` Ok ? ``
'' Well if that is all that is on whirl. '' I agreed, `` But recall I 'm original in my house, '' I insisted.
'' Yes, what ever, '' she agreed, `` Now how about that fun ? ``
Re posted due to problems editing.. Was `` Cassie ''