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
"So, there's a gardener?" I ask."I've had someone in, tidying it up. But I've not done anything beyond that. I assumed you would want to make your stamp on it."I point to a break in the wall, a gate standing half-open. "What's through there?""Vegetable garden. Plenty of space there to supply anything we need if you wanted to do that?""Sounds lovely." Trotting across, I take a quick peek at turned soil, neatly planted with rows of beans and peas. A stand of raspberry canes takes up one corner. A large ironwork glasshouse another.A long pergola frames a path leading toward the far end of the garden; a green tunnel, blooming honeysuckle and passion flowers. We follow it, ducking rambling climbers. I snatch the scent of jasmine from here, the fragrance of lavender from there.In this green and perfumed bower, my Master pauses, looping an arm around my waist. "Come here…" He pulls me in close, his mouth falling on mine.Above us, a bird rustles and flutters in the tangled havoc of an a
Darting upstairs, I take a few seconds to tap into the weather app on my phone…Sunny, but cool…No bikinis then…?Long walks along the beach…I fold two pairs of jeans into my suitcase, slotting sneakers in between, then add half a dozen tee shirts and a couple of pullovers.Find a local fish restaurant…Muted but classy…A nice evening dress goes in the case. Not too showy. Good for smart-casual.Accessories?I chew at a lip. Would it be OTT?Maybe…But it was his gift. He'd like me to wear them.I tuck in the jewel case with the necklace and earrings.Wonder what it's like?Converted fisherman's cottage maybe?It'll be nice. He'll have paid for a good result.Then, just on the off-chance, I toss in a bikini.*****Suitcases packed in the back of the car, we head for my Master's beach house.No one else.Not even Ross driving.Just me and my Master. Celebrating our honeymoon.Alone Time with him. It's precious.Steering one-handedly, he glances sidelong, lays a hand on my thigh. "E
As my Master unloads suitcases, I race around the house, exploring. Everything is beautiful. Everything is…Perfect…Upstairs, a suitcase in either hand, he nods me to a door. "I assume you'll want to sleep in the Master bedroom." Something in his tone makes me double-take to his expression. Mischief lurks behind a bland expression. Following his gaze, I open the door for him and step inside.It's a gorgeous room, not that I expect anything less now. Thick carpets. Walls in eggshell cream. Matching wardrobes, dressing table and drawers, all in beautiful french-polished timber.A basket chair hangs from the ceiling, overlooking the panorama outside. I pause in mid-step, eyeing the ceiling hook speculatively before being drawn back to the main feature…A four-poster bed…And it's huge.Heavy dark-wood posts, carved and whorled, support sturdy cross-posts. Curtains in a rich brocade swing from heavy-duty brass rings… Rings far in excess of what is needed to hang curtains.I trail fingers
"What I need is someone to take the disparate projects across the City and tie them together. To have the creativity and the imagination to remove the bad, preserve the good, but with the technical skills to make it happen.""Isn't Bob Moran your director for that?""Yes, he is…" My Master purses his lips, folds his arms. "Bob's a good man. Solid and reliable. I know I can trust him to do good work. That's why he's my Technical Director. But… he's not young and it's showing. His health isn't good. Truly, I think he's just counting down the days to retirement.""But… surely… You must be able to call on any number of other people. Project managers. Architects. Engineers. City planners.""I can, yes." He sounds frustrated. "But I don't need any number of people. What I need is just one man… or woman for that matter… whose vision would match mine but whose skills would complement mine. I need a… an Imagineer. I need…"His words are cut off as the breeze blusters, carrying spray into the ai
Lips curving, eyes creasing, my Master's gaze briefly lifts to mine, then lowers again as he drops his face into my cleavage, mouthing over heating skin. A hand works up under the hem of my skirt, fingering into my panties. "Ah, wet already." Fingers probe, penetrating my liquefying entrance, pump me once, twice, then withdraw.He stands back, sucking his fingers with the air of one sampling a fine vintage. "Hmmm… Good, but you need a little more yet…" His eyes settle on my belt. "That's got to go."Fumbling at the buckle, he opens it, slips the belt free of the skirt and tosses it aside. Then, reaching around, he slides the skirt around, bringing the zipper to the front. Head tilting, he sucks in his cheeks then, with a hand to either side of the zipper, he grips and heaves.For a moment, the zipper resists. But only for a moment. The slider skitters down the teeth, the whole thing yawns to a Y, then the metal base-stop abandons the fight and the zipper rips apart. As it splits, the t