RICHARDI work my way along James' racks, trying one thing, then another.He doesn't stint on his budget....Spot a man whose enthusiastic about his hobby....It beats model railways...."What do you normally use on Charlotte?"James leans back against the rack, arms folding, his tone conversational. "I tend towards floggers, but don't let that limit you. If you prefer a crop or a paddle, or whatever, then use it. Just don't leave any stripes on her that will take more than a day or so to fade or you'll have Michael to answer to."Michael's fist.... punching through my office door...."And Michael will be comfortable with this?""He'll be fine." He pauses, rubs the side of his nose. "We used to visit the clubs regularly when we first knew her. I introduced Charlotte to ménage and BDSM, but she took to it like a duck to water. However, we had one occasion...." He sucks at his cheeks....Choosing his words?".... We had an occasion when it got out of hand. Michael r
RICHARDHow to do this?I dress: dark trousers, shirt, tie.... But not the clothes I plan to wear to go out in.Elizabeth is showering and doesn't hear me enter. Her eyes are closed as she washes, her face raised as she rinses under the jets. Water runs in rivulets through the long locks of her hair, making it much darker than when she woke. Foam courses over her shoulders, streams between her breasts and over her belly.My shaft twitches.No reason not to have some fun....Ratchet her along in the right direction....I shift, deliberately making a little noise, and her eyes open. She startles then looks sheepish. "Sorry, Master. I didn't know you were there."She still stands under the jetting shower. "I could see that," I say, drawing closer. Her eyes widen."I'm feeling nostalgic," I say, "for the chambermaid who decided to use my bathroom." Moving deliberately slowly, I unravel the knot of my tie, tug it free then pull it taut between my fists.Elizabeth knows
RICHARDWe crunch through snap-topped snow, having to pick up our feet to get from the car to the door. A trail of footprints leads back and forth from the door to the garden and in a few places, what look like the exploded remains of snowballs lie star-fished on the surface.From somewhere comes drifting the scent of roasting meat, fruit and spices."Who's doing the cooking?" asks Elizabeth. "It smells amazing.""James, I believe." And I'm not disagreeing with her. It does smell amazing.Unloading the back of the car, I pile Elizabeth's arms with the wrapped cake, a box of candied fruit and the armagnac I know James is partial to. Then I take my own load; the gifts we bought for the three, including a bourbon which I think might appeal to Michael.Arms full, I struggle to ring the bell on the be-wreathed oak door, eventually shoving at the button with my elbow. From beyond, there is first silence, then a scuffling noise, followed by the click and creak of the door opening.
RICHARDSince James' invitation, I've been anticipating with relish the idea of 'playing' with Charlotte. I'd thought after Elizabeth's birthday that Charlotte would want to too, perhaps even be enthusiastic about the idea...Once more...."Any favourite films you like to watch? Elizabeth always loves watching Christmas movies..." I talk across the table. "What's that one you like...?"Elizabeth covers her mouth, swallowing down a mouthful of something, gulps, then, "The Snowman. I don't know how many times I watched it, but I still always cry at the end. What about you?""Yes, it's a good film. I like it too." But her words are lacklustre. There's no enthusiasm there.And I know for a fact that Charlotte enjoys old movies....".... but when I see all those old movies, you know, 'It's a Wonderful Life' and 'Christmas Carol' and all the rest, I've never had a Christmas like that...."Yes.... It's meShe doesn't want....... doesn't want me touching her?The food si
RICHARDBetween courses of the spectacular meal, nature calls. I rise from the table. "Ummm..."Michael points out of the room. "Down the hall and on the left. I'll show you. Heading that way myself."In the bathroom, "Michael, am I missing something? Elizabeth and I are here today at James' invitation, but Charlotte seemed uncomfortable at first. At least until he made it completely clear to her what his intentions were." The blond man shuffles on his feet."Is it me?" I say. "Have I done something to offend?""No," he says quickly, zipping up. "It's not you.""What then?"He rubs at his forehead. "The fact is.... that our relationship with Charlotte has had its ups and downs. And some of the downs were very down."The sound of laughter echoes down the hall. He glances toward the dining room. "Look," he says. "I'm happy to have this conversation with you sometime. But not today, eh?""I understand. But you're sure everything is alright with Charlotte?""The way
"Happy Christmas, Charlotte," I say. "Do you want to play?"Do you want me...?And at last, she smiles. "I do, sir, yes."My groin tensions, a pulse rippling to my shaft and my blood pressure rocketing. James also twitches a smile, then backs off to lean against a wall with an expression of apparent disinterest....Yeah.... Right...."Good, stay there," I say to the beauty at my feet. "I'll just be a moment."Leaving her briefly, I choose a spreader bar from James' collection. His eyes follow me, but he maintains his fake nonchalance.And I stand over her once more....How to play it?She's happy....Be a Dom....I school the smile off my face, holding out the spreader bar. "Wrists." She offers up her hands. "James, would you please."He moves across to strap the cuffs into place while I hold the bar in position. Once she's restrained. I hold it in the centre and, to her sharp inhalation, lift her bodily to a standing position. As I haul her upright her nippl
James steps forward from his post by the wall. "She doesn't have to choose." Pinning her gaze with his, he takes the other crop, swishing it to one side then the other, making a humming arc through the air before standing to one side, but still where she can see him, legs akimbo, tapping the crop across his own palm.She watches him, then me, as I unlink my cuffs....You had that one right, James........ unbutton my shirt, take it off and remove my shoes. Stripped to the waist and barefoot, I take my chosen crop again and now caress her with it.It's the lightest of touches; a butterfly kiss to the skin. And she shivers under the touch, her gaze travels my body....Checking me out?And in turn, as I play her, I take the time to look at and appreciate the body of the delicious Charlotte. Although I have seen her naked before, the first time was in that appalling video of her auction: in the most unarousing situation imaginable, with this delightful girl close to tears as sh
RICHARDCharlotte is shaking violently. James pauses before her, touches her cheek, then drops to his knees, his face pressed to her sex.She responds with a drawn-out wail, trying to arch....Tonguing her clit?I take a moment to watch Michael with Elizabeth. Kneeling upright on the end of the four-poster, she's turned to face us but her eyes are closed. Her arms stretched up by a rope and spreader, her waist taut, breasts lifted, he's behind her, supporting her with one hand flat to her belly and doing something from the rear.He says something close by her face and her eyes open, settling on me, watching as, still behind Charlotte, I also kneel, hand-fucking her, gently at first but gradually harder and harder as she grows more and more out of control. Pumping at her, I use a couple of fingers at first, then add a third. I push in, finger-fucking her hard, then harder, twisting as I go, reaching for her sweet spot....Should have asked him if she likes anal....Still..