As my Master's grip increases, my breath draws in, but Pussy pulses hot and fluid. His belly pressed to mine, the sex flush heats our joined flesh and I moan."Aren't we the juicy one, Mrs Haswell…" The pinch tightens and I'm panting against the pressure when abruptly, snapping away his hand, dropping his face, he replaces fingers with mouth and lips.Drawing the single nipple between tongue-tip and teeth, the sharp enamel edge razors over already sensitised skin. Pain gambols to my overheated core, frisking over my breasts and chest and neck, setting my skin afire and wringing a shudder from my throat.My Master raises his face. "That's better," he comments, as though remarking on the weather. "I was beginning to wonder when I would get some real sound out of you. Let's try that again." And dropping his face once more, now to the other breast, he resumes his gentle torment of my other nipple.But now, he's moving inside me, angling himself, winding himself inside me. The torture of my
I venture out into the hallway.My bare feet sink into carpet still scented of the showroom. A tall window… It has to be twenty feet from sill to lintel… illuminates the stairwell. Slanted sunlight is captured by a vast chandelier, to be fractured, then cast in long rainbows over walls and panelling painted a cool eggshell white.Around me, the staircase leading down to the ground floor, the door I just exited, plus three others, to left and right and across the hallway. In an air of experiment, I try the door to the left. Poking my head inside…As though I shouldn't be here…… I find a bedroom, every bit as large and plush as the one I just slept in.Then, Tutting at my own foolishness…This is my house…… I enter the lovely room.A blur of impressions…A high ceiling… Plaster covings, intricately moulded, and a matching rose in the centre, the setting for another chandelier.Carpets deep enough to swallow me.Wardrobes taking up one wall, built from some beautifully grained timber, r
"Please, it's Richard." My Master offers his hand. "We're family now, aren't we? May I call you Albert?"My uncle takes the hand, but the shake is stiff, almost reluctant. "I prefer Mr Kimberley if you don't mind, Mr Haswell."What the hell…?My Master blinks, exchanging a glance with me. "Of… course… Mr Kimberley. If that's what you prefer. Can I ask…?"Whatever he was going to say is interrupted. "Dad…" It's Stephen, with a glass of wine, offering it to my uncle. "I brought you a drink. And I'll get you something to eat." He waves toward the piled buffet table. "You name it. It's on there. Chicken. Beef. Fish. Salad. What would you like?""Oh, just pick me out a few bits and pieces. You know I don't eat a lot these days.""I'll do that. Back in a minute." He strides off again toward the buffet table.My Master starts to speak again, but once more is interrupted, this time by David, offering his hand. "Mr Haswell…""It's Richard.""Richard. Great to meet you properly at last. I always
And yet still, my Master catches me unprepared…Centrepiece to the entrance hall is a pair of mirrors. The frames elaborately carved, gilt finished, they face each other from opposite walls. In proportion to the hall, supported at the base with a dado rail at waist height, each must be eight feet tall, reaching for the ceiling above.Making for the stairs and the bedroom, as I pass between them, the two great mirrors give that odd, vanishing-into-infinity effect. I'm looking at my face and the back of my head at the same time. Then, pausing at some peripheral detail in the reflections that catches my eye, I look up.There, in the ceiling above me, a hook. Solid steel by the look of it, the thing would easily support, for example, the weight of a human body.I chuckle.Nothing changes…… and I'm about to head upstairs when, from outside, comes the growl of a car engine.A bare moment to check myself in the mirrors, finger-comb my hair and smooth down my pullover, the door clicks and swi
And with the morning, I wake.My nose pressed against my Master's chest, easing back, I sniffle, clearing my airways. As I shift, something else shifts with me…Somethings else…A teardrop emerald dangles toward my shoulder, quivering with my heartbeat. Its smaller twin tickles at my right cheek. Pressure against my left cheek tells me the imprint of another teardrop will follow me for the next hour or so.And gradually, the memory of the previous evening percolates.Oh… Goddddd....What the hell is wrong with me?My Master…The man I love most in the world…The man I dreamed of…And I treated him like…"Elizabeth?" The scent of coffee drifts by and my brain cells line up, standing to attention, snapping my eyes open.Fully dressed, perched on the bedside beside me, he offers a steaming cup. Sitting up, I take it, sipping at liquid still a little too hot for comfort. "Thank you, Master."A smile lurks behind his eyes. Nonetheless, it is the Dom watching me. "Perhaps I permitted you too
Straining uselessly against my restraints, heart banging, blood pounding, my world is pain and the promise of the coming Rush as Pussy clutches for what is not yet there.After a few moments, I calm down again. A hand cups behind my skull, supporting me as something touches my lips. "Have a little wine, my Love. It will help with the rest."?"Er… The rest, Master?"Laughter shimmers through his voice. "You didn't think I was done, did you? There's more to your gift yet.""How much more?""You'll find out. When I'm done, I'll let you see. But for now, you're all mine.""I think this gift was as much for you as for me, Master.""As all the best gifts are. Both giver and receiver benefit. Now…" A touch of chill brushes my splayed lips and involuntarily, I jolt. "… Relax, my Love. I'm going to finish dressing you in a while, but first…"Close by my ear, something buzzes… Oh, God…He's going to edge me…On our vast marriage bed, blindfolded and restrained, quivering, I wait.Lying on my b
Fingers tug at the strap around my left thigh, as though twanging a garter. The already stretched pussy lip extends further under the biting teeth and I suck in air.The fingers release, the strap rebounding with an elastic Snap! Pain zigzags through the lip and I'm still yodelling a protest when a matching Snap! rattles through the other lip. But inside, something flips and convulses, gushing hot juices."That will do nicely."Hot flesh meets mine, my Master's mouth locking onto my gaping entrance. Inside I pulse, a wave rising, that ripples, rises, begins to surge and…He breaks away.Inside me, the vibe dies.Quivering and gasping, the wail shudders from my throat."Oh, no, my Love. I've not nearly finished with you yet."Inwardly I groan.Outwardly too…"Master, I need to come. Please let me…""All in good time, Elizabeth. Be patient. You know you'll reap the benefit in due course.""Master…"The buzzing thing inside me starts up again, drumming an arpeggio against my already twitc
Facing each other from the scooped ends of the bath, and with a fresh bottle trickling condensation, we lounge together, sipping wine pale as the first primrose."So, why did they call you away, Master? What were they arguing about? The mayor and the police commissioner?"He winces, then sips at his glass. "The mayor, Vandervoort, wants more police on the streets."I puzzle over that one. "Wouldn't the police commissioner want that too? More boots on sidewalks must be good for everyone, surely?""Yes, he would. As I've mentioned, Will Stanton is a man of great common sense. He believes strongly in, among other things, community policing.""So… what's the problem? That sounds like an agreement. Not an argument."Grimacing, he stares into his glass, swishing the wine around. "The problem is that Will is working within budget constraints set by the mayor. More boots on the sidewalks, as you put it, mean more salaries plus the associated costs plus more facilities to house the extra office