My Master disappears from the room, to return a minute or so later with his briefcase and a bowl of ice cubes. Grinning wickedly, he opens the case, pointedly turning it with the lid facing back to me, so that I cannot see the contents. However, I recognise the spreader bar he produces.Quickly he shackles my ankles into the bar, spreading my legs apart so that I hover with difficulty between standing and supporting my weight on the cuffs. I am now stretched upwards, legs spread and my Master can circle me.He almost prowls around me. "Beautiful." Coming close, he circles my waist with one arm, kisses me again on the mouth then "Do you know what I find most appealing about you, Elizabeth?"Biting my lip with increasing arousal and anticipation, I shake my head. My Master slips his fingers between my legs, parts my lips with his fingers and tweaks my clit. As I yelp in response, he says, "You love to be fucked. You have no idea how much of a turn-on that is."And he plunges two
My Master stands again and holding the flogger by the cords, pushes the handle up inside me. "My juicy Elizabeth... Who would have thought you could be such a glutton for punishment?" Once more supporting me by the waist, he pumps inside me with the flogger handle, hard and rough, but it is slick with my surging juices and slides easily in and out.Half delirious in tormented bliss, I squall and scream as I writhe in my Master's grasp, the handle pounding inside me all the while. It is too much, too much and I can take no more."Redhead!" I yell. "Redhead. Redhead."He stops instantly, withdrawing the handle. Unclamping my nipples, he reaches up to uncuff my hands. My weight released, I stagger against the spreader bar hobbling my ankles, but he catches me and lifting me bodily, dumps me roughly on the bed.With barely a pause in his stride, he grabs first one hand, fettering the wrist to the cuffs attached to the bed head, then the other, stretching my arms wide. Quickly he re
Up on the tenth floor, my Master makes me welcome in his office. "Hello, Elizabeth. I just wanted a quick chat. Coffee?""Thanks, yes, I'd love one."He rings through a request to Francis then returns his attention to me. "I have a meeting tomorrow. A very important meeting with potential clients who, if we can get the deal, will be worth a great deal of money to the company.""Okay." I nod attentively.What does this have to do with me?"I would like you to sit in on the meeting."Oh!"You have already proved that you have an eye for detail with your work in the procurement section. It may have been an unpleasant little episode, but it saved the company a lot of money. Tomorrow, I want you to sit in as secretary to the meeting and take the minutes."He leans forward. "Elizabeth, I want you to bring in that talent for detail again. Take notes of what is said—proposals, agreements, suggestions, whatever there is. However, I also want you to watch the people—body language
... My Master is not exactly smiling, but his teeth show a little, white against his tan as I see his breathing deepening. "I don't think we need those, do we?" he says, and one-handed, he teases apart the side laces of the panties, discarding them."Unlace the top of your bodice. I want to see your breasts."Slowly, I pull the laces of the bodice open, allowing my heavy breasts to swing free from their confinement."Now, closer. Then start fucking yourself again."I stand close to him, as he leans farther back into the settee and says, "Closer. I want to see everything."I try to move closer, but cannot as my knees chafe against the couch. "Closer," he says. "Kneel up. Straddle me."Kneeling up, my legs parted astride my Master, he supports me with his hands on my hips, steadying me. "Now," he commands. "Play with yourself. I want to see you dripping."This will not be difficult. The act of opening myself, so close to my Master's face that I can feel the heat of his b
"So, what do you think?" asks my Master. "How did it go?"We are sitting in his office, following a meeting with Alexander Thornton, Senior and Jaye Thornton, Junior.My Master, Richard Haswell, is negotiating a real estate deal with them worth tens of millions. I have been acting as secretary at the meeting, taking the minutes. Also, I have been acting on instructions from my Master to be his eyes and ears; to gauge reactions, to people-watch.What do I think?I sip my coffee, choosing my words."I think that Thornton Senior wants the deal. He thinks that being associated with the Haswell Corporation will enhance his company's reputation and that he will be able to pass that legacy to his son. However, I also think that Thornton Junior believes the opposite; that their company will be swallowed whole by Haswell and lose its identity. It doesn't matter to him how attractive the deal is financially. He doesn't want his father's company to appear to be the junior partner."My
Thrusting into me, my Master says "You needn't think you're going to get your own way this easily Elizabeth. You're not allowed to cum yet. This is just to give me a bit of relief before I give you the spanking you deserve. I had to sit through the rest of the evening with my cock twitching below the tablecloth. You are only going to come when that naked bottom of yours is bright red."I am already thoroughly aroused. They say that the best sex always starts in the head, and the anticipation of waiting for my Master to discover my dishabille, on top of the success of my suggestion regarding the Thorntons, has left me feeling high. My pussy is wet and warm, and my Master's hard fucking is rapidly bringing me to climax. He realizes this and withdraws.Putting me down he orders "Into the bedroom, and bend over the bed." I do as I am told, bending over the foot of the bed, my butt raised. My skirt has dropped down to cover me up again but my Master does not bother to remove it, simp
The deal with the Thornton's goes well. My Master is pleased. Signed, sealed and delivered, a copy of the contract papers lands on my desk. "I want you to be familiar with them, Elizabeth." says my Master. "You were instrumental in making the deal work. I want you involved with its progress. Take the time to know the details, the legal ins and outs."Fair enough. I settle to read my way through a book's worth of small print, and quickly decide that 'legalese' is heavy reading. However, the gist of the agreement is simple enough. The Haswell Corporation and the Thorntons are setting up a holding company to act as a legal envelope for a huge redevelopment in a run-down part of the City. The project is huge, involving the building or renovation of a vast acreage to provide luxury apartments, affordable housing and all the facilities and amenities needed for a properly functioning community; shops, offices, a park, rail and subway....... The budget runs into eye-watering amounts of money
Later, showered, clean and comfortable, we lie together on my bed, drinking wine, discussing everything and nothing in the candlelight."Master, there's something I think I need to tell you about."Cocking an eyebrow at me, "Oh? What?"."You know Mack Kane?""What about him? He lost his job when you spotted that he'd been defrauding the company.""Yes, but, I've seen him a few times since then. I think he's following me."My Master looks appalled. "What! When was this?""Usually when I'm coming home from the office. I keep seeing him and I wonder if he's trying to find out where I live now. The first time I thought it was just a coincidence, but it's kept happening. I think I've managed to lose him in the crowds each time but...."He holds up a warding hand. "Say no more Elizabeth. I'll get right onto it. I think a prohibition order is needed. I have friends with the police. We'll get it fast-tracked for you.""Thank you, Master.""I'm sorry, Elizabeth. You don't de
He's making me wait?Building the anticipation?Of course he is…Movement…The click of a footstep or two. The swish and rustle of fabric…"Master?""Be quiet, Elizabeth." But his words are slightly muffled. As though he is speaking through something in his mouth.Then…Once more, sensation…Glorious, unbearable sensation.But not now in beads and teardrops. Instead, it brushes over the nipple, flickering over the already stiff nub. The skin of the breast gooses, a prickling that spreads over my belly, rides up my spine into my hair, and lances through to my throbbing core.My flesh shivers and flows. Arousal boils the blood over my breasts and neck. And a frigid kiss trickles over my breast bone then down. One rib. Two. Another… Then another.Ice…It's ice…"I already told you, Elizabeth. Breathe."Gulping, I suck in air, then lie still save for my panting.Fingers brush to my lips, then insert, pushing between my teeth, then widening my jaws. "If you forget to breathe again, I'll wed
Pain…Unreasonably, Pussy thrums and clenches.Pain and pleasure…His blue-grey gaze smoky and intense, my Master caresses me with his eyes, the pupils wide and dark as I fit the earrings. "They suit you very well," he says. Taking me by the shoulders, he steers me around. "See?" He aims a finger toward a mirror. My reflection faces me, naked save for my Master's gifts, glinting green, bronze and amber, matching the dance and play of the lamps over my hair, almost black in the blue-green light.The projected images of the glass gems, jade and turquoise, dance over my skin: my arms, my breasts and belly, the smooth mound of my waxed pubis. With the flicker of the candlelight, the spots shift and shiver, smoothing to rounds over my chest and thighs, stretching to ovals over my waist and breasts.The linen of his shirt skimming my spine and shoulders, my Master regards the reflection with me. An arm looping around, he strokes me, fingertips grazing skin. A touch to the lips and the cheek
Dinner with Will and Grace is a pleasant change of pace."So…" Will props himself, chin on fist, elbow on table, "Irene was responsible for the whole mess?""Pretty much," says my Master. "Of course, it required Pensby's collusion to pull it off, but yes, she was the instigator.""What about the other officer?" asks Grace. "The one who turned up at your office and interviewed you.""So far as we can tell, it was a case of just following orders. Pensby gave him the instruction and he followed the routine he'd previously used at Immigration.""Just following orders?" Grace hisses the words. "There's something badly amiss with the system if people can be treated in that way at the whim of some official. Not even an elected official.""Even the unelected officials are often empowered by the elected officials, this being a case in point. I'm quite sure Jack, and hence, Barclay, only intended to improve the City finances and had no idea of what they'd unwittingly let loose. Nonetheless…""I
"Why did you start with Richard and his wife here?" demands Vandervoort.Pensby leans away from the looming Mayor. "I was in receipt of credible information he should be investigated.""S'that so?" Vandervoort cocks a brow. "And the source of that information?"Pensby's throat bobs. "I'm not at liberty to say." His eyes flick toward Irene but she looks away.And Vandervoort follows the movement. He speaks quietly. "Yes, that's what I thought. When my wife here suddenly became more interested in City finances than courting the press, I should have smelled a rat at the time."Eyes narrowing on his wife, "You had me going, my dear. I genuinely believed you'd come up with an idea that would benefit us all. Instead, I find you simply indulged in petty spite in retaliation for some imagined slight and found a target for your machinations.""Imagined!" snaps Irene. "The way that pair treated me…"Pensby blusters. "I'm not at fault. I did nothing. I was only trying to help. It was a favour for
"I'm not a celebrity," burbles Pensby, panic flashing.Claudia flashes brows. Grins. "You will be by the time City News has published this. I can just see the headline…" She raises hands, sweeping an invisible banner through the air, somehow enunciating a capital letter with each word. Mayor's Wife. Affair With City Hall Official. But that'll be small fry compared with the sub-heading… Criminal Conspiracy Against Prominent Citizens." Her grin goes Cheshire Cat-ward. "It could even go national."He starts to reply, but Irene rants over him. "If you publish my private business, I will sue your paper, and you personally, for every..."Claudia clicks her tongue. Wrinkles her nose. "So sue. Or try. When the truth about this comes out, I don't think you'll have the funds to keep a gerbil, let alone pay lawyers or fund Lover-Boy here. Besides…" She eye-points me. "… whether not I publish depends on my friend here. What do you say, Beth?"Irene stills. Pales. Then hisses, "I demand you delete
The table I booked nestles in one of the booths, secluded and to the rear of the dining area. As we take our seats, the waiter scoops up the Reserved label. A matching Reserved sign sits on the table in the next booth, equally secluded, back to back with our own. Claudia and I sit together, facing away from that booth.The waiter looms. "Something to drink while you wait for your party?""Claudia?""Whatever you're getting.""A bottle of Sauvignon Blanc," I say.The waiter sniffs. "Very good, Madam."I nudge Claudia. "I ordered the right table, did I? This one behind us is where they sat?""Yup. So long as they come to the same table, they'll be right behind us." Glancing across toward the waiters, she fiddles with her phone, then twists, trailing a fine cable between us, then behind, winding it into one of the plants twining into the screen. "Camera and microphone," she says, flashing brows. "My phone as it is would probably catch what they're saying, but this is better.""Waiter's c
I exchange glances with my Master. His voice remains bland. "You have our attention." "I followed him for a couple of days. Trailed him from City Hall to his home. He lives in an apartment just off the city centre. Alone so far as I could see. But I shadowed him in the evenings too." Claudia fishes in her bag, producing her mobile. "I've not printed any of this yet. Don't want to risk anyone stumbling across anything inappropriate."She opens up on a short video clip. Pensby, exiting an apartment block, straightening his tie as he walks. The pudding-basin haircut is slicked back. The cheap suit is ill-fitting and badly chosen.Claudia sniffs. "Doesn't cut much of a figure, does he?" Her eyes sparkle, perhaps with humour. Or maybe with malice.I lean in close. "No. He's not exactly every maiden's dream. Sometimes there's a reason guys are single " I also sniff. "Although, in this case, I'll admit. I'm biased."My Master presses a forefinger to his lips. "So, what do we learn from this,
"Who suggested it to Barclay?" I say. "Where did he get it from?"Pondering, my Master slices off a sliver of cheese, chewing slowly. "So far as I'm aware, direct from Vandervoort, but I didn't think to ask. I will."Claudia shakes her head. "Gotta say, it's been an education. Whatever happened here, it's a scandal. All aside from your involvement in this, my friends, the fact that it could happen to anyone at all is a complete disgrace. Supposedly you're innocent unless proven guilty. Shouldn't they at least follow the same rule as the police and give people chance to have a lawyer with them?""Couldn't agree more." He slides the cheese plate toward her. "Try some of the Roquefort. It's very good."*****All goes quiet and after several days, we have heard no more.It seems that Adrian Barclay has gotten the message to conduct any Revenue investigation he still thinks appropriate through conventional channels. My Master is clearly unconcerned by that prospect, shrugging it off. "They
I wake early, rolling over to find the bed beside me empty. The blankets are flung back on his side and the sheets are still warm.Listening for movement from the bathroom instead, the almost silent pad of footsteps from the hall outside is followed by my Master nudging open the bedroom door with a tray. The scents of toast and coffee call to me, haul me upright against my pillow as though I were on strings.He sets the tray alongside me, then, perching a hip on the bedside, leans in to brush his lips over mine. "How are you this morning, my Love?" His words are soft, but worry lurks there, like a shark in the shallows. "Did you sleep well?"I switch on my best and brightest smile. "I'm fine, Master. And yes, I slept very well…" The unease fades behind his eyes. "… I didn't expect to wake up to breakfast. This is perfect. Thank you." Taking a slice of toast, I slather it with butter, pass it to him, then butter another for myself. "You're up and about very early. Has something happened