“I think I remember you telling me quite clearly that you did not want an orgasm from me. Is that correct?” His wet lips glistened, and I had the insane urge to taste myself upon them. The damn handcuffs were going to drive me crazy.“I think you must have misheard me. I don’t remember saying any such thing,” I lied. In acute pain, now that his tongue had stopped, I wanted to howl, but I wasn’t the one calling the shots. But oh, I so wished I was.He shook his head at me before giving me a wicked grin. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lois. My memory isn’t that bad. I think someone has just earned themselves a spanking, if they hadn’t already, which you had.” My stomach dropped. I did not want a spanking. There was only one thing I wanted, and it didn’t involve pain - quite the opposite, in fact.“Do you want my hand, the paddle, or the flogger?” he questioned.“Can’t we just skip the spanking? It must be about three in the morning,” I whined. My clit pulsed petulantly, and my lips formed a sulky pou

When sleep came for me in a few minutes' time, I would neither care nor be worried about the fact. Analysing all the implications of our rather sordid, temporary relationship could come later - much, much later, hopefully.The nightmares that had been absent these last five years returned with a vengeance. Everyone that had ever held a knife to my throat or a gun to my back seemed to reappear in my brain, over and over again. It was bizarre, really. Now that I didn’t fear death, and was almost actively trying to meet it head-on, they’d reappeared for kicks. I found myself running down dark alleyways, thrown into deep, dark holes, and covered with mud, before scrambling over rusty barbed wire fences that cut my skin to ribbons. They were just a few of my dark hours, but thankfully I awoke, gasping for breath, before I got to my favourite one.Trying to move my arms and tug the cover up over my body, it was with shock that I realized I was stuck solid in position, with a pair of arms

“Okay, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to unlock those handcuffs, and you’re going to crawl to the bathroom to take a shower. Whilst under my instruction, you will crawl everywhere unless I give you orders to the contrary. Alain’s girls work under the same principle, so it will be good practise. When you’ve finished, you can come join me in the kitchen where we’ll go over your limits form. It’s a bit soggy, but it’s been on the radiator for the past couple of hours, so hopefully we’ll be able to piece it back together. Any questions?” There was an annoying twinkle in James’s eye that I didn’t much like. As he leaned over me to release the cuffs, I had to resist the urge to gouge his eyeballs out. He was well aware of my struggle. His lips didn’t stop twitching the whole time that he was bent down over me.“Do I get a cup of coffee, Sir?” The instructions didn’t seem like much fun, but I hadn’t expected anything less. I also knew that things around here were very tame at the m

James tilted his head to one side as he thought about his answer, before saying, “I respect safe words. Alain doesn’t. I also use sadism primarily as a means to increase pleasure. Alain gets his kicks in a different way.”“And what’s that?” My voice had more of an edge now. My fighting spirit was back, thank God.He shook his head at me. “You’ll find out soon enough, Lois, but let me give you a piece of advice. Never, ever run.” The look James wore was serious enough to make me question it.“Why?” I didn’t normally run from anything, but it might be useful to know why I shouldn’t.“Because he’ll hunt you down. He loves the chase. When he’s found you, he’ll torture you, and believe me when I say you’ll wish you were dead. So, don’t give him the satisfaction. You get in, you take what he doles out, and you sob where necessary, to the very best of your acting abilities. You do what you’ve got to do, and then you get out. You won’t get a second chance, Lois. You’ll be dead.”“I know the

“Have you been gagged before, Lois?” I could see the wheels turning in his eyes, and I wanted to swear. This was not something I wanted to talk about.“No.” The answer I gave was firm, and the look I wore was steely. My body language was perfect. There was not a blink, twitch, or tremor out of place. He wasn’t going to see through me this time.“You’re lying.”Goddamn the man! He was going to drive me crazy.“Are you going to gag me, or are we going to stand here chatting?” I could hardly believe it, but I was almost looking forward to being mute. If James could have read my mind, it was saying something along the lines of, ‘hurry up and get on with it, you bastard.’“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s all you have to say Lois, but you need to be honest with me. If you’re going to have a meltdown when I put this in your mouth, I want to know about it beforehand, so I’m prepared. If there’s anything that you’re uncertain or afraid of, I’ll walk you through it and hold your han