"Hey, Beth. You okay up there? A neighbour said there was some noise." My Master falls still and silent...... The heat in my cunt blooming outward, my clit incandescent with pain-pleasure, I struggle to get the words out, shouting across to the intercom. "Er, yes, fine. Don't worry. I...er.... I just dropped something.""Okay. So long as you're alright.""Yeah, thanks.""Don't move. I've not finished with you." His words are stern, but my Master's voice is brimming with laughter as he steps over to the intercom and clicks it off. He pulls over a chair and jams the smashed door closed, pushing the chair-back under what is left of the handle. Then he vanishes into my bedroom, returning a minute later with a handful of my stockings.Coming back to me, he grabs a handful of my hair and hauls me upright. "You - dining table. Bend over and spread 'em." He marches me over to the table, pushes me face down and stretches my arms out, tying each wrist to a table leg with a stocking. T
I am tired of studying. Although I have exams next week and need to revise, my brain and eyes are tired. I can feel myself growing stale almost by the minute.My Master is sitting opposite me, working, legs crossed at the ankle, examining papers and accounts, making occasional notes in the margin. Bored with reading about economics, budgets, surplus and deficits, financial accounting versus cost accounting, and..... I decide it is time for a change of tone. Plucking a grape from the bunch on the table next to me, I toss it at my Master. It bounces off his file, and down onto the settee beside him. Over his glasses, he gazes expressionlessly at me for a moment, picks up the grape, pops it in his mouth, and returns to his note-making. Piqued at such a non-response, I pluck and toss another grape. This time it lands on his lap. Once again, he levels a look at me and pops it in his mouth. "I thought you were supposed to be working?" he says. "Studying hard for your exams?""Wel
Startled and abashed, I want to look anywhere but into his face. "Do you realise Elizabeth," he continues, "that this is where we first met? Time for a replay of those events I think."A cuff snaps around my wrist, and my arm is pulled upwards to the shower head, then locked into place.My other arm follows, and I am bound naked to the showerhead, water still playing over my hair and face, breasts and stomach.As I finally look at him, my Master is stripped down to his jeans, bare-chested and barefooted. "Francis left five minutes ago. You know, I was watching your performance there, for some while Elizabeth, and you didn't even notice me. I must have been remiss in my attentions to you."He shrugs off the jeans. "I could fuck you brainless right where you are, but I think we can take a little longer over it. Do you like the cuffs? They're new. I bought them as a present for you."The cuffs are bright, shiny and very secure. I could not now release my hands, firmly affixed
Later:"Can I ask you, something Master? Richard?"He looks at me. I only ever call him 'Richard' when we are in company. In private, between us, he is always 'Master'."One of those questions, eh?" he says. "Go on then. But I'm not promising an answer.""Why didn't you marry Adele? She's so beautiful, and obviously more experienced with life. Why did you ask me and not her?"He looks away, clearly taking the time to choose his words. "She is beautiful, yes, and you're right. In some ways, she is more obviously 'wifely' material for me, but there was something about her that, as I came to know her well, it.... well, it repelled me. There is a coldness about her. Beautiful; yes, she is, but beautiful like a statue. You are so much more alive than she. There were other things too."Such as?""Well, for a start, she was too obviously after the money.""What makes you think I'm not interested in the money?"He laughs. "You'd be foolish to not be at least a bit interested
Adele stares at the ring for a moment, unblinking, before fury washes over her features. Her expression changes completely, her perfect features made ugly by rage. As she flushes red, then white, her complexion turns that odd shade of a woman wearing make-up the wrong shade for her skin colour."Is that from him?" she hisses. "Did he give you that?"Nervous now at this further abrupt switch of tone, I babble a little. "Well, yes. We're engaged. It's not been made public yet. In fact, we were going to announce it tonight." Beginning to feel afraid, I want to go. Standing, I say "It's been nice to meet you, Adele, to finally have a chat. But I need to be going. I've got things to do."Quickly I stand to leave, then become aware that Adele is looking at someone over my shoulder. Turning, I find a man, no, two men, standing close to me. Too close.One has something in a pocket, pointing at me. A knife? A gun?"Don't argue Elizabeth," says Adele sweetly. "Just go with these gentle
Chilled by the implicit threat in my captor's words, nonetheless, I keep talking. "What are you going to do with me? Ransom me? Is that it? You want back the money you stole in the first place?"Mack swings around again to look at me. This time the car almost comes off the road. "I told you. Shut it."He drives to a less appealing part of town; old abandoned warehousing and industrial units. The area is depressing, with very few people apart from a couple of what look like homeless types, curled up in sleeping bags atop, or under, old cardboard boxes. Broken bottles and hypodermic needles are scattered over the ground. No reputable person is going to wander here accidentally. Do they intend to hold me prisoner here? In this awful place?Mack pulls up at the back of an old warehouse, brick-built, run down and empty, several stories tall, but long unused and falling into disrepair. Broken windows access black spaces and pigeon nests. The remains of an old hoist and winch groans in
... he reaches, grasps the top of my panties and is about to pull when...There is a wailing noise, eerie and strange as it echoes around the room, but to me as welcome as sunshine after rain. The cavalry has arrived...... at last.The sound of police sirens reverberates around us.Konner dashes to the window, peering down through clouded glass and cobwebs, then says. "There's police cars out there. Lots of them. The building's surrounded."Fury washes across Mack's face, followed by confusion. Adele's expression is apoplectic."How?" she demands. "How did they find us?"They both look at me. Relief washing over me, still sick to my stomach but nonetheless relieved, I say "You figure it out. You're neither of you all that bright, are you?"Bafflement on both features. "Did it occur to you that mobile phones these days do a lot more than make phone calls? Of course, my friends know where I am. They only had to trace my phone signal."They still both look blank. "It's
My Master steps over the threshold, carrying me in his arms. My huge white meringue of a dress catches on the handle, and he struggles through the door with me and it together. I giggle, as he makes complex manoeuvres trying to get himself, me and the dress all through the door together."Welcome home, Mrs Haswell," he says. Smiling, running his hand over the bodice of my wedding gown, his deep blue eyes are almost glowing. "You look beautiful in this dress, Elizabeth. But on the whole, I think I want to get you out of it."Sucking my lips in anticipation, "Yes, um, I think you're going to have to help me." The dress is boned, buttoned, laced and cinched in tight.He looks the dress over from all sides. "Er, yes, I see what you mean. Not so much a dress as a construction. How did you get into it?""Francis helped. She did up all the buttons at the back. And the laces."He starts at the back, pulling at laces, trying to loosen the bodice. After several unsuccessful minutes,