... 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,
After long moments, the layers of silk, gauze and lace encasing me are pulled back and I emerge from my dim white tent, blinking a little in the sudden explosion of light. My Master eases me upright, turns me to face him, lifts me and carries me through to the bedroom, where he deposits me gently on the bed.As he unknots his tie, stripping off his shirt, he smiles down at me. "Don't worry. I wasn't about to ravish you again just yet.""Of course not, Master. We'll give it five minutes or so shall we?"He chuckles as he lies down next to me, his head cradled in the crook of my neck. "Of course, yes. Foolish of me. Five minutes."His arms lock loosely around me. "I Love You, Elizabeth Haswell.""And I Love You too, Master."*****"So where are we going?" I am excited. My Master, my new husband, has kept me in the dark as to where we will spend our honeymoon."You'll see." He sounds, and looks, smug, refusing to say another word on the subject. But, besides smug, he looks
... I pour icy champagne down the length of my Master's back. He yelps, standing suddenly, bolt upright. I collapse into a fit of giggles, making no resistance as my Master grabs me and spins me, bending me over the back of a chair, pulling my ass up and out. Looking backwards through the waterfall of my long red hair, I catch a glimpse of his expression; laughing/stern. He tries to maintain his poise and authority, but is having difficulty.His hand sweeps down on my derriere, slapping hard against one cheek, making me gasp and jump. But my pussy flutters a welcome."That, Elizabeth," he says "Was very naughty. I am going to have to change my plans on what I had in mind for you today.""I'm sorry Master." I splutter to stop myself from laughing. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."Slap! The hand comes down on the other cheek, stinging. "I'm not going to stop this now," he continues, "Until your rear end matches your hair."Since my hair is brilliantly red, my butt is i
My Master leads me through the long hallway, to the back of the house, past the kitchens, and to the rear staircase.Once of a day, this staircase would have been for the use of servants only, so that their lords and masters did not have to pass them on the main, and much more glamorous, front staircase. Dark and dingy, it leads up to storerooms, utility areas and the rear servants' access to the upper hallway. Also, I now realise, it must lead down too.An oak door blocks the way, the timber ancient, and looking capable of holding off the Hordes of Genghis Khan.My Master winks at me with an air of mystery then produces a large skeleton key. "This is our private area." The lock sticks and then grinds open. "I must get some oil on this," he mutters.The door swings back, and cool damp air wafts out. Cellars?Of course, cellars. A house like this would have had butteries, cold storage rooms, the butler's pantry, laundry areas. And they would all be in the basement areas, where
I know my Master will fuck me soon, but he likes me to be ready for him. He wants me dripping, begging for his cock inside me. Until then, he will play his games, make me wait.He unbuttons his shirt, stripping it off and revealing his well-muscled body. Broad-shouldered and tight waisted, skin gleaming gold in the candlelight, he is such a handsome man; my wonderful Master. Almost from the moment we first met, I wanted him. I want him now, inside me. He steps back and for the first time, really swings the flogger. His aim is perfect. With a snap, the lashes sting past the very tips of my right nipple, biting in as they hum past. I scream and my engorged cunt gushes, hot juices trickling down between my legs. The pain is fleeting; barely there before it is gone again, but my Master repeats the move on my other breast and, as I cry out, I writhe in my bonds, trying to escape (embrace) this pain (pleasure).My Master stalks around me, now lashing behind me. The tails of the flogge
Sated, for now at least, hand in hand, my Master and I exit his dungeon playroom, climbing stone steps to the ground floor and the main house."What would you like to do now, Elizabeth?""Simply being together is wonderful, Master. Perhaps a shower and then just settle into one of the rooms? Enjoy spending time with each other?"His eyes fold into a smile. "I'd like that too. And… what? Talk? Listen to music? Watch a movie?""The music would be lovely. We could put something on in the background and just chat.""Sounds good. You pick something to listen to and go choose a bottle of wine. I'll light the fire."As it turns out, Ross has anticipated us. The lounge is already warm and welcoming. Stacked with logs, in the hearth, flames flicker up the chimney from ashes, shimmering red-gold. Candles dotted around, here and there, add their own magic.I pick out something to listen to, a slow, gentle piece. Bach and Pachelbel caress us with their play as, evening drawing in, we sit together
The slight stubble of my Master's chin scrapes at my softer skin. His aroma envelops me, musky, mixed with hints of the body-splash he used after the shower. I'm flowing freely, my liquid core spilling between us, hot and slippery. As the heat of our enjoined bodies rises, the scent of sex billows up and around, a pungent bloom, my own scent and that of my Master, the paired perfumes mingled as closely as our bodies.And all the while, his beautiful shaft fathoms me.Beneath me, the sheet is damp, slithering under me as I move. My Master lifts himself away, looking down on me; my face, my breasts. His face is flushed, sweat beading his forehead. The droplets merge, trickling a path down his cheeks, then dripping free. Some splash onto my nose and mouth, briny and hot on my lips. Others fall to the sheet, staining dark circles where they land.His strokes grow ever more vigorous, ever more forceful. His breathing is heavier. Inside me, muscle thrumms, a low throb which, all the while,