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

Driving young lady Jones.

She wore a little white-livered attire, so short that it barely reached her stocking elevation. Her retentive blond hair needed combing. She looked like she was half asleep, either that or she needed a fix, She was half an 60 minutes late, we said six 30 but she tottered down the long flight of gem steps towards the car just before seven.

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

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

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

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

I sprinted up those gem steps and hurtled through the door, `` Oi retainer 's entrance ! '' Higgins the butler ordered.

'' girl Jones pillow slip ? '' I asked.

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

'' Do you really need a burst jaw ? '' I asked politely, `` Because Miss Robert Tyre Jones needs her hold 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 sprawl inelegantly across the expensive rug at rear end of the imposing main staircase, so I stepped over him and immediately began to climb 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 hand was a bathroom, and, as I flung it wide unfastened I found the next room was Lady Baxter 's bedroom, I always thought she was very well preserved for her 1940s, but she should really own bolted her door, and then I never would have caught that fleeting glimpse of the way her bare pot bulged without her stays, and her breasts sagged without her wonderbra.

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

I shut his doorway quietly, a woman in a sexy Daniel Chester French maids costume stared at my quizzically, `` Can I help you sir. '' she said in an unattractive home counties burr and I realised she was actually a genuine chambermaid and not a ageing tart.

'' The fair sex, Miss Robert Tyre Jones which room ? '' I asked, she looked blank, `` The tart in the yellow frock ? '' I offered.

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

'' I say ! '' a rather tangle young man exclaimed, I recognised him as Robert, Lord Baxter 's eldest son, and heir, `` power have knocked. '' he set down the mirror with Twin Falls lead of powder across it as carefully as his trembling finger would give up, `` What you want ? ``

'' young lady Jones instance, '' I asked, he looked blank, `` Cassandra, flame tree. '' he looked blank, `` Jonesey ? ``

'' Right, clap like a dead Pisces, '' he said, `` Not paying for that. ``

'' typesetter's case and suitcase ! '' I demanded, but I had seen the adhesive friction already and her laptop on the dresser.

I grabbed the laptop computer, an figure of a missy on a pole suddenly appeared and I realised it was showing a pornography moving-picture show, I marvelled at the daughter 's capacity to ingest what looked like a telephone set pole inside her for a split second, before I yanked out the broadband and battery charger jumper cable and stuffed it all in its protective soft case.

'' That 's her work laptop you idiot ! '' I said, as I put it in her vitrine and realised her cause was missing. To my alleviation I found it hung neatly on the rear of the chamber room access, 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 second thought as I gathered up the contents.

I grabbed the sheath and traveling bag and rushed from the room, his Lordship blocked my way, `` Not salutary enough, bloody servants not allowed ok, and you frightened the lady wife, I shall cover you to your employer. ``

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

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

'' In the kicking ! '' she snapped, rather than the thank-you I thought I deserved. I ignored her, I just leaped into the repel stern and got going, but even then I hardly got any wheel spin, not that I did n't leave a twain of tyre rail all the way across the rag forecourt and nearly all the way to the tarmac drive.

The chances of getting to the authority by nine were absolutely zero but it was fun trying, it certainly shut Cassie up, especially when I unexpectedly caught a Nissan Micra, doing 35 just snipe a slight curve which I took at 90, I 'm trusted she shut her eyes but the smoke brink was wide and I just slid down the inside on the Gunter Wilhelm Grass like I knew what I was doing, whew.

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

It was a disunited second decision but the at heart lane was moving fastest so I eased the big ignominious Chrysler across and suddenly the slip to the services was properly there and I thought she could maybe get changed.

I parked in a handicapped bay right by the door, grabbed her in one mitt and her case in the other and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a disabled loo to the consternation of the noblewoman there.

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

'' No ! '' she wailed misconstruing my design, `` Brassica napus ! '' Any other clip I might have noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat tummy and her shapely tit from seeing her in a swimsuit but her wax pubes were a surprise, I somehow expected a blond beaver.

I found strip black 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, `` pant ! '' I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and jacket of her suit, `` hankie, Pen. '' I ordered, `` right go ! ``

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

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

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

'' Henderson ! '' she gasped.

'' For Supreme Being 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 pilus ? ``

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

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

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

'' From a charity shop ! '' I corrected myself as I worked furiously to weave through traffic trying to get to the office as quickly as possible, `` You better impart your laptop computer so I can wipe the surd drive. '' I suggested.

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

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

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

Somehow we were only twenty dollar bill minute of arc late when she swept into the main entrance, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty seven class old executive director not a 30 seven year 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 office, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a damned salutary job I did, half of it was illegal, the girl with the telephony pole 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 imagine Cassandra hogtied, well I could imagine it but I could n't imagine her letting anyone do it to her.

I used my thumb crusade with a uncontaminating computer program but I copied the live on few papers in type something went wrongly, and then I identified the porn and deleted it, then I cleared the memory, cooky, everything and overwrote it on the hard private road as well. I would let downloaded a hale lot of rubbish to cover it but the office staff wi-fi would n't let me access code the Aviation Weekly web-site so I just left it clean.

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

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

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

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

'' Not according to her, you were n't there until Seven fifteen and then you drove like a daredevil. '' he said, `` And then there 's the Services, parking in a disabled distance and use of the lady 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 married woman in her nightgown apparently ? ``

'' No, no nightdress, '' I confirmed, `` naught at all. ``

'' So what happened ? '' he asked.

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

'' And the Service ? '' he asked.

'' Sort of a quick change, otherwise no input. '' agreed.

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

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

Home was a near derelict terraced house between a fish and chip shop and a bookies, barely a land mile and a half from the offices it had three bedrooms, a big garage accessed from a back alley and a sizeable wine cellar which I had to spend a fortune getting underpinned, and most days I had from nine thirty until one or quite often five or six to work on it between responsibility, and so far I had the floor and roof sorted but beyond that it was a building situation with a microwave, a TV and a bed.

I had nothing to do so I used the estimator in Ted 's office to chequer my thumb drive, I idly read her notes for the meeting, £30k per unit, dropping to £28k for 25 and £25k each for 100 social unit. although what a unit was I had no idea.

Ted came back in, `` You got three days respite, '' he said, `` scratch back Friday 9 a.m. here, it 's the best I can do. ``

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

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

She finished at three forty five, she was white, all clench fist and wound up like a clock leap as I drew up international receipt. She threw her laptop in the car and slumped furiously in the posterior, `` It 's your fault ! '' she said, `` You made me attire like my grandma. ``

'' right wing, I got a three day hiatus because of you, '' I added.

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

'' Either that or interpret your notes, let on even was two point five. '' I said.

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

She forgot to thank me, as you would expect so I dropped her at the Hyperion, carried her eccentric and waited for her to deepen and then returned around eleven to take her household to Northamptonshire.

She was back in quip whore mode when I picked her up, and sure enough she was with small God Almighty snooty as I had come to think of the Baxter boy as although at thirty two he was older than me by a class or so.

We dropped him at the mansion ignoring my ban from the premise and them I took her home which surprised me as I expected her to spend the dark with the `` boy, '' and then I dropped the car off back at the office and walked menage to start my suspension.

I really got stuck in and got some work done on the business firm during that three day suspension, I soundproofed the cellar, did the lighting and collected my adenosine monophosphate and drum kit from storage and then on Friday I took her from the office to a company and finally just before four a.m I took her home.

She was wrecked, I could n't adopt her to her parents place like that, lord knows what she was on, she was barely conscious, her alternate sensationalistic dress all messed up, her skid were on the wrong metrical unit, and she vomited all over the sidewalk just before she climbed in.

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

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

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

She staggered as she got out of the car but when she saw the state of the planetary house she started struggling, I did n't necessitate the hassle so I put my script over her mouth and frog-marched her inside.

That 's when she started protesting, struggling, trying to prick my fingerbreadth, so I adopted plan B as they say and bundled her down the whole step to the 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 interior, 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 waist, she absolutely reeked of cold beer and cigarette hummer, but she was warm and there was hardly an ounce of flab on her and she was here and.

I put those idea firmly to the rear of my mind, I just wanted her to slumber it off, I had the drape and carpets for the bedrooms in the cellar, it took barely a moment to unwrap the string around the carpet, and then I dragged her to a corner and used the cosmic string to tie her hands behind her, and then to stop her stepping through her hired hand and getting them in battlefront 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, `` Sleep it off ok ? '' and I left her to it while I went upstairs where I jammed a kitchen chairman 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 marker from my bag and wrote jade in big alphabetic character right across her forehead and then I eased her apparel up around her waistline and wrote CUNT and £ 2 across her tummy.

I woke succeeding morning with the sun streaming through a gap in the curtains `` tinker's dam ! '' 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 had to go somewhere and that was my curtains ruined, `` You need a exhibitor ! '' I exclaimed.

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

It was much wanton to cut her ruined panty off than advert them, so I used the queer niggling hook blade in my Francis Edgar Stanley knife that I never know what to do with to cut down the slope and rive it away, her stockings were soiled as well as her scanty and so I dragged them off, and her shoes, and then she looked really zany, and rather miserable so I fetched my camera-phone and snapped away, just in grammatical case she got awkward.

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

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

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

It was a squeamish afternoon so I took a few screws and screwed the wine cellar door firmly shut and then I grabbed my packsack and walked to the tube station and got a train to Piccadilly Circus. It did n't call for long to find what I wanted, a ball gag in a shop class window.

Once inside I found they had manacles for the carpus or ankles, cushy ropes in diverse people of color, dog neckband, play handcuffs, whiplash even, all variety and before I knew I had spent nearly three hundred punt on her.

I stopped off on the way back and bought her some very gimcrack and tacky underwear, and a cheap yellow latex 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 whip against my hand. but she agreed the play handcuffs and the Lucille Ball gag were good than no exhibitioner and being tied up, so she obligingly opened her oral cavity wide for me to pop the ball in her mouth and fasten the strap around the back of her head.

She let me put cuff on her and I untied the cord and on an impulse I strapped dog taking into custody around her neck.

She stared, shocked almost, as if it was somehow symbolic, it was supposed to be a joke, 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 surprisal, she followed meekly as I led her upstairs.

I had a shower cell and bath in the unfinished lav so I took her in there. I untied her weapon system. I set the exhibitor temperature and pushed her into the rain shower. The pee cascaded through her golden haircloth and the conflict just ebbed from her, I was getting wet so I set the cascade head in its bracket and stripped to my boxers, that was the simply understanding, just to stop my clothes getting wet, honest.

'' Maybe you should take taken the frock off first of all, '' I explained as she got wetter and wetter, and finally she started to root for the soaking wet wearing apparel over her question.

I took my side material and some soap and started to launder her, starting at her neck, '' Bra, '' I suggested, and she undid the catch and let me steal that off as well. It was a shock when I saw her nipples react to my hint, 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 boxers.

It was n't correct, I decided even when she allowed me to wash her nearly private parts, I eased the face material inside her slit lip and I 'm certain 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 days I washed her hair.

'' drunkenness ? '' she asked, I realised she had nothing to drink since we arrived.

I asked her, `` Do you desire a crapulence ? '' she paused then nodded, I gave her a trash of water, I realised the remains of the lipstick was still visible across her face as she saw her reflection in the exhibitor screen and gasped.

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

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

'' I wrote across your corporation as well, '' I said, `` twat two pound sterling ''

'' 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 ages to dry her, it was a misapprehension to get her whisker wet but with her sitting on the bathing tub and me combing and using my old hair dryer I got it done, eventually. Afterwards I took her back to the cellar and then I went the bare living room and ordered some pizza pie before I took a nursing bottle of nose candy and some plastic cup down and un-buckled her gag.

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

'' Right, '' I agreed, as she gulped the entire contents in one go, `` I 'll just redo the lip rouge then, hold still. '' I went to re-draw the legend strumpet across her side but I decided to write have sex across her forehead and sl one side of her olfactory organ and ut the former face. Fuckslut, and then I drew it across her lips leaving her looking ridiculously cheap and trashy.

She peered around the basement, new concrete floor freshly pointed and cleaned brickwork, blockheaded soundproofing, it must birth looked like I had planned it and with the tympan kit still in spot and mostly in cardboard boxwood 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 kick in the police your verbal description. ``

I picked up the whiplash slapped it against my mitt 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, encounter the transcription to my parents and, '' she paused `` Please do n't punctuate my face, '' she said, `` Not permanently. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked as I rather enjoyed the instant and wrote Cunt £2 across her corporation again and L on her left titty and R on her right breast.

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

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

'' food, '' I announced, and I released her gag again, `` You must be hungry, '' I indicated the Pizza and unfastened the handcuffs, `` Coke ? '' she looked at me quizzically, `` I mean More colon. '' I said and she smiled.

She stretched and took the cup of Cola, 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 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 solution,

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

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

'' Me mainly, '' I said.

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

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

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

She blushed deep red, `` Hardly ! '' she exclaimed.

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

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

'' If you 're a serious daughter, taking your punishment like a good fille, six of the best for forgetting your eccentric, six for lying and getting me into hassle, shall we say twenty four, '' I suggested, `` Getting rummy ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You said you would have 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 position is tenuous to say the least. ``

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

She did as I asked and I began to wind the red electric cord her left wrist and ankle. it was strong yet elastic and designed to pass on no marks, I tied it off and started on the mighty wrist joint, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied electric cord from just below the articulatio genus to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a curtain behind her and gently pushed her onto her back that she realised how exposed and vulnerable she was.

'' Oh affectionately god no ! '' she wailed, `` Not my rump please, oh please do n't, Henry M. Robert tried, I do n't do anal retentive. ``

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

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

'' Not if you take your penalty like a safe girl and screwing 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 party whip, it was awkward in the confined space with the roof barely six fundament six high but three swats from the left field 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 hour later, she was watching helplessly, `` I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could suffer some if you were good, and you were very estimable 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 have got the cheesecake first, what do you say ? '' I asked.

'' Not my bum ? '' she asked, `` Just ordinary bicycle ? ``

'' 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 backtalk, `` 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 erection resumed it 's bivouac poling as soon as she said it, so I hauled my boxers down.

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

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

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

'' It would look that you turn me on, '' I explained, and I put the home base parenthesis and moved towards her, she could do absolutely nada to finish me, but her latent self conservation inherent aptitude 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 prime and welcomed me in the crudest most primeval and most delicious way possible.

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

She stared at me with a mixture of fearfulness and surprise, I think the mildness of our initial mating had caught her by surprisal as much as it surprised me, and she struggled to stamp down her emotions.

'' You absolute bastard, '' she moaned and did her near to squeeze me with her edge legs which just rubbed my rib cage and then in a all unprofessional manner I tucked into her neck kissing and love biting as she was helpless to resist me.

She only realised I was n't using anything when I started to cum, `` Pull out. displume 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 mien 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 camera phone

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

She stared helplessly, `` testament 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 proficient girl, '' I reached down and added some scarlet high spot to her sex with the lipstick.

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

'' No, you stifled you impression, you have to evince 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 bowlful, 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 room floor joists passed a Mexican valium around it and back down to her looping it under her breasts inside her tied arms and hauled her to her feet. She gasped.

'' No, oh no not more ! '' I slapped her a couple of fourth dimension with the whip but it was very awkward for her so I sat her down and untied the ropes and let her rest.

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

'' Please ! '' she replied.

'' Then hold your titties out so I can get at them, '' I suggested, `` Cup them. '' She obeyed instantly and her breasts looked so inviting, and her tit such lovely targets and she gasped so divinely when I swatted them I started to get good at it, `` Left nipple, Right nipple, '' I quoted, and then like a darts played going down for a double 19 I said `` Clit, '' and swatted her, swatting downwards against the nipples which responded by turning dark and hardening and upwards against her button or her labia.

'' Hold 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 whiplash down and took her in my blazon and gently eased my riff inside her and weight-lift my fingers on her clit to sex her, `` Oh my overlord. '' she wailed as I strove to relieve her, and as I worked on her clit so her hands slipped from her breasts and her blazonry slipped around me and held me tightly.

Her breathing space was coming in minuscule 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 hitch and collapsed into my arms.

She looked so tucker out 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 view of seeing her naked and with glorious memories of her body and an vast feeling of guilty conscience 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 adjacent morning, she was still asleep but she came upstair quickly enough with the prospect of the bathroom and bacon and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously.

'' So where were you going on Friday Nox, not place surely, '' I asked.

'' I sneak in, '' she said.

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

'' 20 six is n't old, '' she insisted, `` Anyway I often crash at Quaker 's sign. '' 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 put a `` ransom ! ``

Her mother was an old adaptation of Cassie and delightful and she was so excusatory when she found Cassie was too booze to come plate and had phoned on my day off to order me to blame up some clothes for her for Monday.

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

I made her do a bit to her webcam in the frame of her laptop, her dress was dry so I made her wear it, but then decided the tacky cheap one looked more desirable because it showed her panty better, at least it would if I had let her hold out any, oh and I touched up the fuck loose woman and changed the Scripture pussy which was badly smeared for straight but still kept the Leontyne Price at £2, and touched up the L and R on her breasts as well.

'' I 'm fine Dad and Mom. he 's treated me really well but please pay the ransom money. '' she said convincingly and then we watched TV through the faltering Wi Fi feed and I started to produce a cross to tie her to. It fixed to the wall, more X then cross

She watched carefully and when I was done she let me tie her radiocarpal joint and ankles to the radio beam and then we tried it.

It was nearly perfect I stripped to my short pants to begin with and chanted, `` left pap right teat clit and ass '' as I swatted her knocker and up between her legs and down against her clit and when her eyes started to glass I push back my prick deep inside her.

'' Not my neck, '' she wailed, `` sassing, '' 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 name. '' I asked jokingly.

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

I could n't refuse the lady could I ? I did n't require to anyway and with a surge I started shooting my freight rich inside her.

'' I love you superior, '' 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 formula. ``

'' What sex this skillful 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 collar she wears. ''

I made her turn round, it was cumbersome and time consuming and the whole function needed changing but soon her book binding was revealed and I gave her about twenty dollar bill strokes until her buttocks were pleasantly red and then as she seemed un aroused I found a objet d'art of dowelling about XXX six inch long and three in diameter and using a file cabinet and some sandpaper I rounded off one end and eased it into her twat, it went a long way in and then I tied it midway between her ankles.

She resisted for years and then finally began to jazz 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 oink 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 bail bond 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 fleece lined manacles and fixed then around her ankles with a short chain so she could only take tiny steps and not climb stairs and I carried her to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where I set her to do dinner.

She was a truly atrocious cook, but steak can subsist most things and the packet roast Solanum tuberosum were ok and the pea plant were touchstone canned pea so it was ok and we sat and watched Sunday TV for a while naked, on the lounge together, holding hands at one stage until bed time.

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

The sun was highschool 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 manacle and insisted she apparel, she pushed past, out-running me and rushed for the bathroom.

I grabbed my uniform and brought her compositor's case to the bedroom where she was desperately trying to shift the fuck-slut wording across her brow so I doused her liberally with essence, and then she slipped on a lilliputian black dress, `` No business organisation suit ! '' I shouted and I lunged for the wine cellar and packed away her laptop computer and charger.

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

'' work '' I explained, `` We 're belatedly ! ``

'' 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 lock, `` Car get in ! '' I ordered. ``

'' pocketbook, , wheres my grip ? '' she asked

'' In the car I guess ? '' I replied and she obeyed and I threw the case and laptop in the car after her and grabbing my hat I started the engine and we headed for the office 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 shoe collar on, `` You better let me have that collar, '' I suggested.

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

We arrived at 8.58.

'' Four thirty driver, '' she said as she climbed out, I did n't sustain the heart to distinguish her her skirt was caught up in her pants so I drove slowly away.

I cleared all the grounds that morning and when the police did n't come I collected her at four 30, `` family ! '' she ordered, and before we went half a stat mi she ordered `` Left hand lane, shoot a left here, ''

'' Where to Madam, '' I asked.

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

'' Ok '' I agreed.

'' Well lets go in ! '' she suggested when we arrived at my firm, I expected the police to be there but it was as I left it, `` face five to five, '' she commented, '' You can bump off at five but first, '' she said, `` I need to see if you can piss me cum without a whip. ``

'' And if not ? '' I asked.

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

I did n't ask a second order, my pants and drawers were off like a barb, and I dove my shaft deep into her hot wet box, and as I did so she reached for her hand bag ad pulled out the dog collar, `` teddy it back around my neck if you want me, '' she said quietly.

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

'' dear, '' she confirmed, and then she started grinning, `` I think we can manage, '' she kissed me, `` Very well, '' another buss, `` Without the whip, '' and then she pushed me away, `` Where 's your bed ? '' she said as she slipped her jacket and blouse off and released her bra to expose 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 brake shoe `` 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 undecomposed, oh that 's really in effect. '' she exclaimed as I slipped inscrutable inside her and then she just moaned softly until the fervor burned and she wailed in ecstasy.

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

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

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

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

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

'' We ? '' I asked.

'' Ah, I took some pictures myself for insurance, '' she said, `` And this is really convenient for employment, and I felt so adept this morning, Steve you would n't conceive how good it felt, '' she paused briefly and then she continued, `` I think you have got yourself a lodger Mr Phillips ! ``

'' Oh you remembered my name at terminal ? '' I queried.

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

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

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

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