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“Caroline, Leila’s down in the kitchen with Frank if you want to try your hand at dominating her.” Felicia suggested mischievously, her green eyes twinkling as brightly as the diamond pedants that set off her dark hair and simple black dress so beautifully.
“I think I’ll pass if you don’t mind,” Caroline exclaimed, as she sat on the couch sipping her coffee, as she sat demurely her knees together under her cream Minskirt.
“But how will you learn?” Felicia asked earnestly.
“Intuitively!” Caroline explained, “but tell me about Donna.”
“I think you should see Leila.” Felicia continued “come along.”
“I’m not dressed for it!” Caroline explained.
“Oh you look fine!” Felicia explained, “Cream suits you, a bit short perhaps but it’s fine.
Leila was waiting patiently but in the chair in the cage dungeon beside the stacked rows of three foot square cages where slaves were stored when not needed not in the kitchen where Frank had left a note on door of the big refrigerator, “In C/R”.
Leila had no option but to wait patiently as Frank had her strapped tightly into a tight black leather bdsm style corset with multiple silver buckles and had secured her arms behind her with soft leather cuffs tightly strapped together and he had secured her ankles with wide leather cuffs connected together with a short chain.
Leila looked cold and miserable, there was no hint of excitement from her stubbly pubes or her pale pink breasts, no hint of arousal from her nipples just an expression of total misery.
“Oh no not her!” Leila complained, “I cannot respect her” she managed to blurt out before Frank silenced her with a pad of what looked like her soft black panties.
“Hush,” he said, “Now bend over,” Leila stood awkwardly and did as Frank ordered. “Five strokes Caroline if you please, “She really doesn’t understand.”
“No, I think she misbehaves because she wants us to cane her,” Caroline observed, “I think our Leila needs to learn her place properly, can I take her for a walk round the grounds?”
“Oh I don’t know.” Frank replied rubbing his stubbly unshaved chin, “I ought to ask Fel, really, but the gates are shut so I suppose so,” Frank agreed, “But why,”
“Oh, a little idea I have, give me five minutes, to change, are there some rubber boots I could borrow.”
“But it’s raining.” Frank observed.
“I know,” Caroline agreed, “That’s what makes it fun!” Caroline looked around, ”Have you a collar and leash for her as well.” She paused, “And a proper gag.”
Caroline rushed to her room, she found her sensible knee length green skirt and her roll neck cardigan, her waterproof jacket and wide brimmed hat and a suspender belt and black stockings to match her bra, and quickly dressed and hurried back to Leila.
“Come along Leila, if you behave like a bitch then I’ll treat you like one,” she said as she spotted Leila now cowering fearfully with a ball gag in her mouth and a dog collar and leash around her neck.
“Shall we keep the hobble chain?” Frank asked, “Make her trot,”
“Yes!” Caroline grinned, “about a foot,”
“Already done!” Frank grinned,
Felicia was red with anger or was it shame, but her nipples now stood out rigidly from her exposed breasts as Caroline took the leash and picked up the whip Frank had offered her earlier and ordered Leila to go “Walkies.”
Leila shook her head, “Would you rather go in the cage?” Caroline asked and Leila nodded, but still Caroline dragged Leila along the stone floored tunnels and corridors along past the boot room and out into the courtyard.
The gravel hurt Leila’s bare feet as she trotted helplessly after Caroline, taking the short steps her hobble chains compelled her to and almost skipping in her desperate attempt to keep up with Caroline and twice before they reached the Lawn Leila stumbled and would have fallen but for Caroline holding her up with the leash.
“Heel” Caroline said, recalling childhood memories of her walks with Goldie her old Labrador Retriever when she was a girl.
The Lawns were wet, and the dampness icy cold and still the rain came softly down chilling Leila to the bone, soaking her dark hair to a soggy shapeless mass that straggled over her forehead, and making her cheap mascara run until she looked like a Halloween witch but still Leila welcomed the smooth smoothness of the grass after the cruel battering her feet had received from the gravel path and courtyard, and she trotted awkwardly after Caroline as she led her across the immaculate lawns towards the track she had walked with Sam.
They passed through the gate from the Lawn to the woods where young pine trees lined the soft grassy track which within yards turned to muddy ruts where LandRovers and Tractors had churned deep ruts of into the soft peaty loam, Leila struggled to speak but Caroline assumed she wanted freedom and so she merely slipped Leila’s leash.
Leila was terrified she would fall, unable to protect herself, she panicked, but in her inexperience Caroline mis-read the signs and within yards Leila had slipped over twice, and had only through extreme and faintly comical contortions managed to get up again, to Caroline’s clear amusement and then finally as the dark peat turned to yellowish stinking clay so Leila slipped and fell full length face down in a muddy water filled rut.
Caroline watched Leila with amusement before she realised she was drowning and not play acting, and despite wriggling furiously in the slime she couldn’t save herself.
“Get up,” Caroline ordered, “don’t be so childish, playing in the mud.” Leila coughed a great bubble of slimy water, but Caroline simply lost patience and grabbed a handful of Leila’s hair and hauled her to her feet.
Leila coughed, her chest heaved, “Oh no you don’t!” Caroline snapped and she grabbed the back of Leila’s ball gag strap and wrenched it over her head, pulling the gag from her mouth and allowing her to breathe.
“Oh gog, I’m choking!” Leila complained, I nearly die!”
“I saved you, I’ll leave the gag out for now if you will keep quiet, no better still bark, then it can stay out, all right?”
“Yes.” said Leila thankfully
“One bark for no two for yes,” Caroline insisted, “Show me.”
“Rough Rough,” Leila said feebly, with no enthusiasm “but I am not a dog,!” she complained.
“No. you’re a bitch! Caroline agreed as she looked at Leila’s filthy mud plastered sex and her filthy face and realised her plans for Leila would have to wait, her fantasy of looking across the valley while Leila sat before her with her head between Caroline’s widely spread legs expertly bringing her to shuddering orgasm with her tongue and lips would have to wait, she playfully swatted Leila across the buttocks with a whip and then she had an idea. “Bark!” she ordered.
“ok, rough, rough, ok.” Leila replied
“Good,” Caroline exclaimed, “Come along Doggie, let’s go a bit further.”
Leila looked alarmed, “Whoof, please no!” she wailed, but Caroline was enjoying her feeling of power.
“Rest a moment then!” Caroline said, but if the reality of Leila’s hot little mouth tickling her was unworkable the thought had worked its magic and Caroline was becoming deliciously damp at the thought so she looked at Leila, and at the whip and said. “Why not!”
“Why not what?” Leila asked.
“Mmm, Caroline said as she leaned against a tree and scooped up her skirts and eased the lips of her sex apart and after licking the handle to lubricate it she settled down onto her whip. “MMmm,” she said, as Leila watched her, “It’s good!”
“It’s disgusting” Leila said, but still she stared intently, as Caroline alternated between thrusting the handle inside herself and placing the end on the ground and levering herself up and down.
It wasn’t working until Caroline decided to give up and do Leila instead, she pulled the whip from her sex and said “Lick.”
Leila licked Caroline’s juices and despite herself she responded, she grew moist and her nipples hardened, Caroline saw the moisture amongst the filth surrounding Leila’s sex, so Caroline felt in her pockets, found the panties she had brought for emergencies and took them and began to clean Leila’s sex with them.
Leila gradually lay back into the filth of the forest floor, her sex opened like the petals of an exotic flower and she explored briefly before taking the whip from Leila’s mouth and inserting it firmly in her vagina.
“No,” Leila screamed. Sending a thrill through Caroline, she panicked, she needed the whip for herself now, her clit throbbed and she had this aching void within her that needed something, her whip, Sam’s prick, something.
She remembered her torch, Jacket pocket, “Agghh,” she squealed as she tried to pull open the press studs one handed and satisfy Leila at the same time but eventually she grasped the torch, she even switched it on in her confusion and she reached down and slid the cold metal tube where she most needed it.
It wasn’t enough so in a moment of recklessness she turned it around and thrust it inside herself bulbous lens end first, it hurt, it was too big, so she pushed again, the wave of pain swept over her, again she pushed and the pain became purple, her body desperately pumped more juice and suddenly she tipped over the point where pain subsides to pleasure and her mind exploded into a waterfall of fireworks, a cloud of starlings exploding into a maelstrom of psychedelic stars, carried aloft by a flock of albatross before a cloud of cotton wool enveloped her and she sank slowly to earth, drained.
Caroline became aware of screaming, she was sprawled on her back and something had impaled her, something deep in her sex, Leila was screaming, “Please!”
“Hush,” Caroline said.
“I thought you die, look, look at your fuck hole, is on fire!” Caroline dragged up her skirt, her sex was glowing faintly.
“My torch must be on,” she mused, “Lets bring you off then we can get home!” she suggested.
But Leila was cold, scared, terrified that Caroline would die and leave her helpless and Caroline admitted that Leila’s high would have to wait.
“Go back please!” Leila requested.
“Hush,” Caroline ordered and instead she took Leila by the collar and dragged her further up the track among the trees.
The tails of the whip slapped Leila’s thighs as she walked, the shaft still embedded in Leila’s tight cold sex and unseen Caroline’s torch sent little shivers through her as it’s thin shaft swung between her legs held by the bulbous lens end.
“Please, stop, it hurts!” Leila pleaded, “Take this thing away please, my feet hurt.” Caroline peered at Leila’s mud encrusted feet.
“What?” she demanded she stopped and bent down for a closer look.
“They hurt,” Leila exclaimed as Caroline bent down released the ankle chains brushed the dirt from the soles of Leila’s feet and observed, “I don’t see any cuts.”
“Please the whip?” Leila asked again.
“Yes Caroline agreed, “I think we’d better get cleaned up” she suggested as she looked Leila stood still covered in filth, with even her dark hair matted with filthy brown mud, with several inches of glistening whip handle hanging from her sex.
“Thank you,” Leila said grudgingly, “Mistress, the whip please Mistress.”
“Yes, sorry, Caroline apologised, “but I have the whip in the wrong hole for a doggie”
“Shall I change it?” Caroline asked as she pulled the whip out slightly, “Or leave it in?” she asked as she pushed it in. “Out or in, in or out?” she said as she moved the handle rhythmically in and out.
“This, one,” Leila insisted, “Oh, you must not stop I cannot bear it, I must lie down.”
Leila’s legs buckled and she subsided to the mud of the track, Caroline followed her down and instinctively grabbed at her torch but she knew this was Leila’s moment so she pulled the torch free and held it to Leila’s lips as she supported herself on one elbow and wanked Leila at the same time.
Leila’s breathing changed and she suddenly convulsed and lay still gasping for breath.
“We must go back now please mistress!” Leila asked hopefully as she recovered.
“Yes, you need a wash!” Caroline agreed and she helped Leila up and they started to walk towards the Castle.
“You don’t want to be my slave do you?” Caroline asked
“No,” Leila replied, “You are weak then you are horrible, no I want Iron fist in soft glove not soft fist in tin glove.”
“Interesting turn of phrase, but didn’t you like the sex!” Caroline queried.
“No, it was horrible I do not like filthy sex!” Leila lied convincingly
“Oh well you have far too strong a personality for me to control,” Caroline admitted as they strolled together across the lawns.
Felicia was waiting by the kitchen door as they entered the court yard and she looked disapprovingly at Caroline. “What happened to Leila,” as she asked as they stood beside the courtyard wall in the soft rain.
“Fell full length into a puddle!” Caroline explained, “so we had to come back.”
“No gag, is she under control?” Felicia enquired.
“Oh, yes, absolutely,” Caroline insisted, “we have an arrangement,” she peered at Leila and ordered “slave lick my boots.”
“Never,” Leila replied so to impress Felicia, Caroline took the whip by its sticky handle and slashed Leila across her buttocks and then as she turned to protect herself, Caroline slashed Leila’s breasts.
“Down and lick my boots!” Caroline ordered.
Leila looked for a escape but there was none so reluctantly she sank to her knees on the gravel and bent to kiss Caroline’s filthy mud encrusted boot. Leila planted one solitary gentle kiss and looked up.
“Clean them, lick them clean with your filthy mouth dry them with your filthy hair you bitch!” Caroline demanded.
“Caroline,” Felicia cautioned, “please remember Leila is only on temporary loan, you must return her in perfect condition, or I will have to charge.”
“How much,” Caroline asked furiously.
“A thousand for each week she remains too damaged to be displayed.” Felicia answered after furious mental arithmetic.
“In that case she isn’t worth it,” Caroline sneered.
“Hose her off Caroline and then we can cage her until we arrange transport.” Felicia suggested, there’s a hot air blower in the cage room for drying so just give her a blast with the hose pipe.” Leila pointed to the coiled hose pipe on the wall and Caroline spotted it was already attached to a tap.
“No,” Leila wailed but Caroline unhooked a few feet of hose and as Felicia stood clear Caroline blasted Leila with a solid jet of freezing water, spraying every inch of her from her hair to her feet, as she meticulously worked the jet over every millimetre of Leila’s soft pink body except where the corset covered her middle.
“It’s Cold” Leila shivered as the Icy water chilled her, “I can’t breathe.”
“Turn the water off, I’ll remove the corset,” Felicia said as she stepped forward, and as she did so she threw a pair of cheap plastic sandals at Leila’s feet. “Put them on, keep your feet clean,” Felicia suggested.
With her corset and wrist cuffs removed, Leila allowed Felicia to wash her down, this time with the gentle spray where Felicia held her thumb over the nozzle.
“I’m so cold,” Leila protested, “May I go to the cage please Mistress?”
“Yes of course, I’ll send you some coffee and something to eat later, run along.”
Felicia replied.
They watched Leila walk away, “That showed her who’s the boss,” Caroline stated unequivocally.
Felicia remained unconvinced, but suggested they should think about getting Caroline back to the Queens hotel and to her VW for the trip home.
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Dinner was served early, a simple buffet, self service from plates of meat and vegetables in the Morning room, and when Caroline came down after a relaxing bath she found there was just place for Frank and Felicia and herself.
“You’ll have to take Caroline down in the Audi Fel’, Frank said abruptly.
“Look Frank, calling me Madam is good; Felicia is ok when we are with friends but I hate being called “Fell.”
“Yes dear, but I got to get the LandRover back when Ianto comes, got stuck see, on Forestry commission track, when I tried taking a short cut taking Leila back.”
“Ianto rang, he can’t come, the team won today and he’s going to celebrate,” Felicia said, “He’s sending Gethin.”
“That’s typical, Gethin plays his heart out then he don’t get to celebrate.” Frank sighed, “Sarah will be pleased though, but still at least he won’t have a hang over!”
“I don’t suppose you can drive a LandRover can you Caroline?” Felicia asked, “I do so hate driving at night, and there is no way I’m driving that hideous LandRover.”
“Oh yes, daddy had one,” Caroline confirmed, “He died you see, he was very old.”
“Then can you come, you just have to sit and steer and I’ll tow you, I got Ianto’s truck outside.” Frank asked hopefully.
“Yes, but I ought to be getting back!” Caroline pointed out.
“Still have you home by midnight easy, no traffic this time of night.” Frank explained
“We’ll eat up and then we can have coffee and sweet afterwards.” Felicia suggested.
The dusk had settled darkly over the trees and hills and mountains as Caroline pulled on her levis and wellington boots with her freshly cleaned green jacket and big hat and climbed up into the cab of Ianto’s old Bedford army lorry, she saw the oversize tyres with off road treads and she just knew they would have no problems.
“Why the urgency Frank?” Caroline asked curiously
“Got the LandRover stuck, very stuck!” Frank admitted, “On the Forestry Commission, they’ll be upset if its not shifted by Monday morning.”
The journey was rough and tedious, the truck’s springs seemed rock hard and the track beyond the castle grounds a mass of rocks and tree roots all lit up like a fairy grotto as the trucks array of spot lights shone on the overhanging trees giving the effect of driving down a cave.
“Got two alternators this,” Frank told Caroline as if it was interesting, “He got so many bloody lights he couldn’t get one big enough, and two batteries see, twenty four volt!”
“Daddy’s LandRover was twenty four volt,” Caroline agreed “The Army had it back when he died, he sort of borrowed it you see!”
They drove on, “How did you get stuck?” Caroline asked.
“I let Leila drive see, like a fool see, private road see, I said keep right she goes left an bosh!” Frank explained, “Mud up to the windscreen very near.”
To say the LandRover was stuck was an understatement, the LandRover was leaning to the left at an ugly angle with mud was right over the wheels where Leila had completely misjudged the boggy patch and the left side wheels had dug in.
“Just sit in and steer I’ll winch you out!” Frank suggested.
“Look at the mud!” Caroline replied.
“The ground’s firm right up to the door,” Frank said, “Leila went too far left and the firm bit’s on the right
Caroline peered at the LandRover, “Keys?” she asked.
“In it” Frank said.
“All right then,” Caroline agreed as she clambered into in the drivers seat and cranked the motor.
“Push the yellow knob down,” Frank shouted as the engine burst to life. “Try it!”
“I know,” Caroline said “Low Range, just like Daddy’s”
“Ready,” Frank asked, “Just rock it back and forward a bit and I’ll come past and then we can sort out where to attach a cable”
“I’ll just see if I can get out without a tow, Caroline suggested as she kept the engine revving and as she shifted from first to reverse gear and back so the LandRover gently eased forward and back and then.
“That’s it go left lots of gas” shouted Frank, “Gas!” he yelled.
Caroline was confused, she was doing fine she thought, all full throttle would do was cover everything in mud, but if Frank insisted then fine she thought as she slammed the accelerator pedal to the metal floor and a volcano of mud erupted from around the wheels.
Frank stood in shocked amazement, as the LandRover slithered past showering him in mud, “Bugger, I meant a bit of gas” he swore and as he rubbed the mud from his eyes he said, “I suppose we better get home!”
Caroline turned the vehicle round and came back on the firm ground, “You know the way, left at the fork” Frank ordered, “I’ll follow you, use the spot lights, watch out for deer,” he ordered and after explaining how the spot lights worked Frank stood back and Caroline drove off.”
“Reckon you need a wash Frank!” Felicia observed as Caroline and Frank walked in as Gethin and Sarah stood around waiting.
“Caroline was brilliant!” Frank said, “Never needed the winch.”
“You always was rubbish driving off road, so me dad said!” Gethin informed Frank.
“Fair enough, but how about you give us a hand and take Miss Bradley down the Queens Hotel,” Frank asked, when she’s had a drink.
“Sarah don’t like driving in town on her own do you pet,” Frank said with a wink.
“You can borrow the LandRover.”
“Or my Polo,” said Sarah, “It’s a G40, supercharged.” She added.
“No, use my Scoobie” Gethin suggested, “Sorry Miss Bradley, my Subaru, Imprezza WRC rally replica it is see.”
“I’m sure its lovely!” Caroline agreed, “yes well I see you brought my bags down so I’ll just have a coffee and we can get going, you will come won’t you Sarah?”
“Oh, yes, if you like!” Sarah agreed perhaps too enthusiastically.
The trip down the Valley was uneventful, if you discount the bit where Gethin got it a bit sideways away from the Llanwherrid turning, and when he ran up the bank for fifty yards or so overtaking a Skoda on a blind bend, but all in all for twenty eight miles in twenty three minutes over mainly narrow twisting welsh lanes it was pretty uneventful.
Gethin helped Caroline into the hotel with her luggage but turned down her offer that as her room was booked till the next morning they might as well use it, poor Sarah blushed almost crimson.
So within minutes Caroline was East bound on the M4 Motorway in her VW Golf GTi, the rain stopped as she spotted the lights of Avonmouth and Bristol and she drove home at a steady 70,and as she drove she thought about her weekend, of Leila, and Sam and Sarah and Felicia, and Sam, and Frank and Ianto, and Sam, and she wanted to ring Sam and tell him how she had driven the LandRover out of the bog but she didn’t have his number, and she started to worry that she had fallen in love with him.
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Monday dawned fresh and clear, Caroline woke alone, she reached out for Sam but he wasn’t there.
Her diary was full, and by nine o’clock the weekend was forgotten, but by a quarter to two she had already impressed four clients with tales of her off road driving in the LandRover, and then after eating her sandwiches between clients she went for a late lunch.
Caroline found Donna waiting impatiently, in the waiting room of the solicitor’s office off Bristol Road, she continue to wait while Stephanie Edwards chatted to Caroline about the case, “She has been living at a bail hostel,” Stephanie explained, “She’s such a rough diamond Miss Bradley, “Rough, uncouth, none too clean,” Stephanie’s eyes sparkled at the thought, “But she’s honest, she’ll tell you if she hates you, no brooding hatred but real in your face aggression, imagine her defiant, hand cuffed, tied to a frame, do you like that image?”
“Very much!” Caroline agreed, “I’m told my flat already has category two soundproofing.”
“Some flat Miss Bradley,” Stephanie observed “Four floors I believe.”
“Yes,” Caroline agreed, “I suppose it’s a town house but Mummy always said call it a flat or people get jealous.”
“So, she can move in right away?” Stephanie queried.
“Yes” Caroline agreed, “If you get her probation.”
“You’ll accept provisional ownership right now?” Stephanie queried.
“Yes, I suppose so.” Caroline agreed.
“Then sign here, she’s in Court on Monday, Nine better make it eight forty five here, oh and she needs to surrender to the police on Friday, than she’ll be kept in custody until Monday”
Caroline stared at the forms, Donna’s consent form, the agreement with Frank and Felicia, the direct debit, deposit and the balance to be paid when Donna was released on probation, and Stephanie took her pen and signed her copies with a flourish.
“But I’ve not spoken to the girl!” Caroline explained.
“Mould her Miss Bradley, like a new Cat.” Stephanie suggested, “Mould her.” She paused, “Shall I call her in?”
“Yes!” Caroline agreed and Stephanie asked her assistant to send Donna in.
Donna skulked into the office and sat down beside Caroline.
“Donna, don’t sit, kneel please.” Caroline said quietly.
“Fuck you!” Donna replied.
“Young offenders.” Stephanie cautioned.
Donna slid from the chair and knelt beside Caroline, “Ok,” she said “Ok right.”
“So your clothes,” Caroline asked, “who said trousers were acceptable, how am I supposed to check your arousal when you are dressed like a common labourer.”
“You’re like a fucking school teacher anyway me stuffs mostly been knicked and me Mams bloke won’t let me in the house since I got done and.”
“She only has what’s in her case.” Stephanie pointed out.
“Oh well, shall we go, you have finished with her?” Caroline asked.
“Oh yes, professionally, perhaps?” Stephanie left the question hanging.
“Yes, I’ll keep in touch,” Caroline lied, she wanted Donna for herself.
Caroline shook Stephanie’s hand and picked up Donna’s case and led her downstairs and through to the Car Park.
“Hey a GTi” Donna cooed as they reached Caroline’s car, “We nicked a.”
“Shut up!” Caroline said, “In the back.” she opened the rear hatch. “In” she ordered, Donna stood rooted to the spot, “Get in, lie down, shut up.” Caroline repeated, as her heart pounded with excitement.
Donna looked around and then scrambled into the narrow space behind the seats and made herself as small as possible, “shut the lid before anybody sees” Donna insisted and as Caroline shut the hatch, she almost trembled with excitement, she had her very own slave at last.
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Donna lay on a pile of blankets in darkness under the VW Golfs parcel shelf as Caroline drove her home, she smiled to herself, she was going to get off her punishment, she remembered the warm blood trickling from Angela Rainsworth’s face after she bottled her, smacked her in the face with a broken newcastle brown ale bottle, knocking two of her perfect model girl veneered front teeth out and splitting her lip wide open.
Donna realised later that Angela hadn’t been flirting with her Darren but the damage was done, and two burly twenty stone security men had pinned Donna down until the police arrived.
Darren had escaped with most of his gear and cash and that was the last Donna saw of him as she had been remanded to a bail hostel when her Mother refused to be responsible for her, and indeed had thrown her stuff out into the street.
So then when her Court appointed solicitor Miss Morgan had suggested Fiona’s scheme and given her a contact web address she had jumped at the chance.
Now for a payment of five thousand pounds for an out of court settlement for Miss Rainsworth’s injuries, around two thousand pounds for Donna’s legal costs and an undisclosed amount to Frank and Felicia as an administration fee, Donna had sold herself to Miss Bradley as her slave and sex slave for the next year or so.
Donna had already planned how she would con Miss Bradley, slipping off her tag and sneaking out at night to visit Darren, or Paul, maybe both and Mike fancied her, she saw from the way he looked at her, yes she decided she wouldn’t be short of cock.
Donna’s confidence in Miss Bradley’s naiveity lasted all the way to Chatsworth Mews, the lane behind Miss Bradley’s Town House which fronted Chatsworth Court.
Donna heard and felt the VW pause, start off again while turning sharply and then stop.
She heard running water, a car wash perhaps, and then the hatch opened and she saw Miss Bradley with a hose pipe, and above not the sky but translucent plastic sheet, and beyond that the eight foot high gates to this narrow high walled and plastic roofed yard.
There was almost a stand off until Caroline convinced Donna she would not spray her, and as soon as Donna climbed awkwardly out Caroline turned the hose on full, drenching Donna and bowling her over with the shock and force of the cold water.
Caroline set the hose down and carried Donna’s case indoors as a shocked Donna followed her in leaving a trail of dripping water as she went.
“You fucking bitch.” Donna swore.
Caroline grinned, “Madam, call me Madam, or Mistress, and I’ll call you Donner, like a Kebab.
“Fuck off!” Donna replied.
“Hot shower or Hypothermia?” Caroline asked.
“Fuck you.” Donna said as she shivered helplessly.
“First door on the right.” Caroline said breezily.
Donna looked around, she just didn’t have the strength to fight her way out, she decided, Miss Bradley was several inches taller than her five feet two and heavier, she even looked fitter, but Donna knew how to play the long game.
“Get out of those soggy clothes Donna, I’ll find you something,” Caroline promised, “come on chop chop, I fancy some food, is Pizza all right?”
Donna walked slowly down the corridor to the shower room, oblivious to the swipe card operated door locks and CCTV Cameras Frank’s sub contractors had installed the previous week, and then as Caroline watched on the CCTV Donna quickly stripped to her mis-matched white panties and black bra before stripping completely naked and climbing under the shower.
Caroline waited a few minutes before taking Donna a towel and robe, “There’s a robe for you outside the door Donna,” she explained and left Donna to find it.
Donna felt much better after her shower and dried herself and slipped into he dark red robe.
Caroline was waiting, still in the same knee length skirt and cream cardigan but without her grey jacket, waiting with a plate of Pizza, “Through there Donna.” She ordered, and Donna went to the dining room.
“Your hair’s still wet” Caroline noted, “We’ll sort that out first I think, come upstairs.”
Donna agreed readily but was surprised when Caroline took her to the master bedroom and produced her hair dryer ad started to dry Donna’s hair, teasing it into girly shapes as she played the jet of hot air over it.
“Hey what you fucking at!” said Donna.
“Making you look girly,” Caroline said, “I’m the big butch Lesbian in this relationship, I wear the trousers, you just look pretty, Ok.”
“Oh” Donna was shocked, she knew there was no way she was pretty, but her C cup tits and eagerness in the sack were more than enough to keep her supplied with cock so she didn’t worry, but this was unreal.
Donna looked round, the bedroom was huge, the bed was huge, the wardrobes were big and the dressing table with its lights was like something from a dressing room at the theatre.
Caroline worked away gaining Donna’s trust until she eased the robe back over Donna’s shoulders back and announced, “There that’s nicer,” as she bared Donna’s breasts.
“You bitch!” Donna squealed but it was too late as Caroline gently tugged and slipped the robe off.
“You’re too fat” Caroline said, “And that was the eighth F word so be careful, its one swat with the whip per F word for my slaves.”
“Fuck off.” Donna replied, but she was helpless.
“Nine now,” Caroline laughed, “You could be pretty,” she paused “We’ll get you a Brazillian, you’re all stubbly,” She promised and then she said “Lets find that Pizza.”
“I can’t go down stairs like this,” Donna protested.
“I’ll pop this collar on, that will help.” Caroline announced and she selected a black leather dogs collar from the dressing table and buckled it around Donna’s neck.
Donna found Caroline’s hand holding her collar strangely reassuring as she made her was downstairs, the Pizza was cool now and Caroline suggested she “Tuck in.”
Donna just stared at the table for as moment obstinately refusing to eat until Caroline cut a slice of Pizza and handed it to her before standing behind Donna’s chair where she reached round and cupped Donna’s naked breasts.
“It’s lovely Donna,” Caroline explained, “So firm and ripe, and.”
“Stop it!” Donna cried, “You’re making me all goose bumply.”
“That’s the Idea, all goose bumply and wet and nice.” Caroline told her, “I want a happy satisfied slave, not a crotchety bad tempered frustrated one.”
“Well find one that’s a Lesbian then” Donna insisted but she knew she was getting wet already, and perhaps if there was no cock on offer then Caroline might have a strap on or be really good with her fingers!
Caroline stroked Donna’s neatly trimmed pubic hair, “No, we have to learn each other’s little preferences,” she reasserted as she cupped Donna’s breasts in her hands as she stood behind her and kissed Donna’s ears, before she returned to fingering her Labia, seeking out her clit and then moving around to kiss her passionately on the mouth.
Caroline thrilled to Donna’s mounting excitement and her gaze swept idly to the clock.
“Oh god I’ll be late,” Caroline squealed, “I have to get back to work, quickly, we have to sort your room out.”
Caroline grabbed another slice of pizza and a can of coke and quickly ushered Donna up her thickly carpeted and staircase between tastefully painted walls lined with paintings, to the top floor where she had a former servants room set aside for Donna, or rather a former servants dormitory.
The room was long and narrow and the roof sloped intruded into one side except where there were raised sections by the windows while the cream deep pile carpets mirrored the cream and white paint scheme while a flat screen TV and a computer sat by the window at the far end. The single bed was behind the door and half way down the room a side door led to an en-suite lavatory and shower room.
“Is this my dungeon?” Donna asked, “Like Miss Edwards said.”
“Yes, there a new rampant rabbit in the bottom drawer over there ,” Caroline explained.
“Really, you’re kidding surely,” Donna queried.
“No, this is it!” Caroline explained, “I’ll lock you in, and if, god forbid, there’s a fire climb out of the window there’s a fire escape you can lower, oh and so you don’t escape you can stay naked, now let me undo those cuffs and you can play computer games or watch porn or do whatever it is that you do.”
Caroline grabbed Donna’s wrists and quickly released the restraints before throwing them in an empty drawer.
“Is that Ok.” Caroline asked.
“It’s more than Ok it’s fucking brilliant miss!” Donna agreed, “Thanks!”
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Caroline returned to work, running swiftly down beside the park and across the main road, dodging cars and buses and on down through the maze of side streets and alleyways until she arrived breathlessly back at the office just as her next client was becoming restless, “Sorry, the Taxi never arrived,” she explained “I had to run,” she explained, “In these heels!” she pointed at her dainty while stiletto’s and laughed.
Caroline found it amazingly easy to put all thoughts of Donna from her mind while dealing with clients except she had this nagging urge to ring Sam and tell him about Donna, and about everything else that had happened.
Caroline went food shopping briefly after work, remembering to shop for two, and then visited a small boutique where she bought some lingerie for Donna and also a supermarket home and wear store where she bought some “suitable” street clothes for Donna.
She made her way home, a short walk no more than half a mile, past the park once again, slower this time, shed trudged along loaded down with her bags of shopping, and then with growing excitement she made her way indoors and too impatient to put the shopping away she made her way up to Donna’s room.
Nervously Caroline inserted the key and unlocked Donnas door and carefully swung it open.
“I like this!” she said, pointing to the TV general knowledge quiz on TV , “they’re so thick it’s unbelieveable!”
“Oh,” Caroline commented, inadequately. “Is Pork all right for Dinner?”
“Yes Taa,” Donna answered, “I’ll come down give you a hand when this ends,” Donna promised.
Caroline went downstairs, feeling deflated, she expected a snarling wildcat desperate to escape, or a tearful captive but an indifferent teenager poring over a TV was a complete culture shock.
“I got you some things,” Caroline announced as she returned to Donna’s room, she put the carrier bag on the bed, I hope you don’t think they’re too horrible!”
“Right!” Donna agreed.
“Because I threw all your other clothes away.” Caroline lied.
“What about me iPod,” Donna asked anxiously.
“Oh no, I kept that,” Caroline agreed.
“And me mobile?” Donna queried.
“Downstairs, I don’t want you contacting your old crowd though.” Caroline cautioned.
“No, it’s all right, I lost the charger anyway!” she said sadly.
“Well see if there’s anything you like and I’ll get Dinner,” Caroline suggested.
Caroline went back downstairs, she saw Donna’s bags still lying where she had dropped them so she quickly threw all Donna’s clothes in a black bin bag and tossed them into the furthest dark corner of her kitchen store, before putting the almost empty bags by the stairs.
Caroline collected her shopping and started to prepare dinner, she enjoyed cooking, working in her spacious kitchen cum breakfast room, and after half an hours labouring over her stove and microwave she laid out two places on the table. went to the stairs and shouted “Dinner,”
Donna came bounding down stairs, “I quite like this!” she exclaimed, Caroline stared at her, She remembered buying the denim skirt and jacket but she always thought Dona would wear a tee shirt with it!
“Oh gosh!” she exclaimed, “Ah.”
“Do I look sexy miss!” Donna asked, “I didn’t wear no nicks see.” She announced as she lifted the hem of her skirt, showing her neatly trimmed pubes.
“Not at dinner time now go and put some underwear on.” Caroline ordered.
Caroline found herself shaking, what the hell had she been thinking about wanting a sex slave? She wanted to make the girl strip not have her flaunt herself inappropriately.
“Oh Donna!” Caroline cried as Donna reappeared dressed only in the tiny black panties and skimpy bra she had bought her, “I meant as well as the denim!”
“I know!” said Donna, “I just wanted to see the look on your face!”
“Just sit down and eat, do you want any wine?” Caroline asked.
“I’d love a Stella” Donna replied cheekily.
“Oh no, no beer!” Caroline insisted, as she looked in her refrigerator, “Wine, I have White, Red, Cola, Orange juice, Cranberry?”
“Coke!” Donna suggested, so Caroline filled two large glasses, and set one before Donna. “Thanks,” she exclaimed.
“Miss,” Donna asked, “This slave thing, like I thought I got tied up and fucked like.”
“Yes,” Caroline explained, “Eat your pork, do you like the carrots?”
“Yes miss, but what about the fucking?” Donna asked.
“Well there’s trifle for sweet so I’ll have you lie on the table and I’ll smear trifle all over you and lick it off.” Caroline said seriously as she looked Donna in the eye.
“Yuck!” Donna exclaimed, “Like naked!”
“No, we need to get you waxed first, don’t worry!” Caroline suggested, “Eat up we’ll watch TV and then,” she paused, and licked her lips, “We’ll see what happens.”
Donna ate silently, she cleared her plate of pork and ate every scrap of trifle, and then she said, “I suppose you want me to wash up?”
“No, just put it in the dishwasher.” Caroline suggested, “go through to the lounge, channel three please.”
Donna sat down in confusion, the TV remote control was straight forward, and she soon had the TV program Caroline wanted but she worried that it was all too nice.
Caroline soon joined her, “That’s my chair!” she announced, “Budge up.”
Donna stood up to let Caroline sit and then Caroline said “Sit down, sit on my lap.” And then, “keep your head out of my way!” Caroline said as she slipped her arm around Donna.
Donna felt nice and warm, and as Caroline’s favourite soap opera ground towards its daily cliff hanging ending Caroline’s fingers gravitated towards Donna’s panties eased them down and trailed her fingers across Donna’s sex.
“Mmm,” Donna said, “You’re making me horny,”
“Good girl, now pants off and sit in the arm chair.” Caroline insisted and she stood up and began to peel off her work clothes before throwing them down in a heap.
“That’s it hook your knees over the arms over the arms of the chair.” Caroline announced as she removed her own panties and bra.
“Miss, its too rude!” Donna exclaimed, as she sat back in the arm chair and Caroline knelt between her legs.
“No it’s sweet, just relax.” Caroline suggested as she gently parted Donnas legs and hooked her knees over the padded arms of the armchair.
“Now this better taste as good as it looks.” Caroline said as she leaned forward to taste Donna’s juices “Or someone is going to have their clitty scrubbed with a scrubbing brush.”
The taste of sweet fresh young pussy assailed Caroline’s senses as she probed Donna’s secret places, first opening the folds with her fingers and then probing with her tongue, then nibbling softly at the yielding flesh until Donna cried out in ecstasy, “Oh Miss”
Caroline revelled in Donna’s sensuality as she lapped up Donna’s juices as if they were the finest wine. “Do I have to do you after?” Donna asked anxiously.
“No, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Caroline suggested.
“But if I do?” Donna queried.
“Then we’ll see.” Caroline agreed
To be Continued
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