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Caroline woke first, she blinked and looked around as she realised she was not alone, Donna was there with her, warm and naked against her own bare flesh.
She kissed Donna’s head gently and she mused that having a slave was not at all what she expected, but inn her heart she was absolutely sure that she wanted Donna.
She remembered the previous evening, how she brought Donna to a shuddering climax in the lounge with her tongue and teeth and then when she recovered Donna had taken her by the hand and led her to her own room with its single bed.
“I wish I had a sister like you,” Donna had sighed as they slipped beneath the covers holding each other tightly before they fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.
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Stephanie rang at eight thirty, “I’m afraid the Police won’t accept Donna staying at your address, I thought they had processed the application but it seems they won’t accept it,”
“So where, does she have to return to custody?” Caroline asked.
“No I have a place for her in Charlton Mews, a half way house,” Stephanie explained.
“It’s only temporary,” Stephanie reassured her “how was she!”
“Very sweet actually, sod it, I’ll miss her.” Caroline replied.
Caroline had to wake Donna to tell her the bad news, “Don’t you like me miss!” she asked.
“Yes, very much but Stephanie got the paperwork wrong, sorry, it’s only a week!” Caroline explained.
But no one had not go the paperwork wrong, it was Felicia’s continued concern over Caroline’s suitability as a Customer which led to the decision to remove Donna from Caroline’s home, until she could be sure that Caroline had not been excessively brutal.
But if only Felicia could have seen them sleeping innocently together she would have cancelled the deal right there and then, simply because she sold slaves, not surrogate sisters.
Caroline lent Donna a suitcase for her new clothes and she relented and found Donna’s old clothes “From the dust bin,” and after breakfast she delivered Donna to Stephanie’s office before driving to work and to her irritation paying twenty pounds to park in the car park next door.
Caroline was lonely. Tuesday dragged into Wednesday and Thursday but on Friday morning Felicia rang, “You are coming this evening aren’t you?” she said brightly.
“No!” Caroline replied, “Not after last week!”
“Look I’ve got a take-off slot at six fifteen for the Jet Ranger from Northolt,” Felicia continued, “so grab a Taxi and don’t be late, oh and not too much luggage! One Ball gown will be more than sufficient!”
“Oh but I had plans!” Caroline lied.
“I’m sure there’s nothing you can’t change,” Felicia explained, “Dinner is at eight remember, five forty five for six fifteen lift off, Northolt, did you get that!”
“Yes, yes I’ll be there.” Caroline agreed, as with her heart pounding with anticipation she set the phone down.
But the Taxi was late and the Jet Ranger left without her, so she had to spend the night at the Queens Hotel in a ridiculously overpriced suite on the fourth floor right over the function room where the local Rock and Roll club seemed to be having a dance rehearsal, after a nightmare journey by overcrowded train and two filthy taxis.
It was Seven Thirty on Saturday Morning when a bleary eyed Sarah collected Caroline from the Queens in her little red supercharged Polo G40 and by Nine Caroline was settled in at the castle and enjoying a late breakfast before signing the last few papers to seal the deal for Donna.
“I’m sorry we had to whisk Donna away,” Felicia sympathised, “Is she a real handful!”
“No, she was but we soon came to an understanding!” Caroline said inadequately thinking of how she licked Donna’s juices at the same instant as Felicia saw in her minds eye a bound, gagged and helpless Donna being beaten into painful submission by the unrelenting blows of Caroline’s whip, Felicia shuddered at the thought.
“Only Donna was very cagey about what she told Stephanie,” Felicia explained, “New clothes, and a cuddle is all she’d admit to!”
“Yes,” Caroline agreed, “it’s early days yet, but, well, I think we’ll get on just fine!”
“Caroline, there is just one small matter outstanding that we still need to resolve,” Felicia explained as she saw Frank walk in to join them. “Leila complained very bitterly about the way you treated her in the woods, and afterwards.”
“Oh dear!” Caroline scoffed sarcastically, “Poor Leila, but I thought you wanted me to assert my authority”
Frank coughed clearing his throat and added, “Very upset she was, having to eat mud off your boot and she nearly drowned.”
“I don’t think you really understood what you put her through,” Felicia explained “or appreciated how she must have felt,” Felicia continued, “Almost naked, outside in the rain, her ankles hobbled, her hands tied, almost helpless, with an unfeeling control freak ordering her to do things she could never do, you even allowed her to fall and almost drown.”
“Yes, I did it to assert my authority like you demanded.” Caroline explained.
“But, you took her outside, almost naked, as far as she knew gardeners or walkers could have seen her, or worse, and the state you brought her back in, well we have had think very hard about the ordeal you put her through.
“Yes, so she got muddy and wet, big deal.” Caroline agreed.
“Not the mud but the psychology because she hates you now, Caroline, Felicia explained.
“Yes indeed, she really loathes you,” Frank added, “Caroline, you went too far, don’t you understand?”
“Yes but she was so horrible to me!” Caroline tried to excuse herself.
“Even so, “Felicia continued, “you showed a lack of maturity, of judgement which I hope was naivety, not simple cruelty.”
“Ok, yes,” Caroline agreed, “well I’m hardly going to make Donna run naked in Hyde Park am I?”
“Well you may say that,” Frank suggested, “but when we had Camilla in training, Charles would.” He broke off as Felicia shouted.
“For heavens sake Frank that’s confidential, I hope you haven’t told anyone else!”
“It was all round Merthyr,” Frank continued, “the Welsh Guards were on ceremonial, you know guard duty, and Dai Lewis saw everything!” Frank exclaimed, “Morgan Jenkins from Port Talbot pulled her out by her bridle!”
“Please Frank!” Felicia repeated, “Forget that ever happened, she didn’t drown, we don’t do Pony-Play anymore and we kept it out of the papers, so it didn’t happen, all right.”
“She must have looked a sight though, plastered in mud and pond weed!” Frank added.
“Frank!” Felicia snapped, “I won’t tell you again!” she paused, turned towards Caroline and smiled disarmingly, “But Caroline the way you treated Leila, I think I need to know you that you understand how she felt.”
“And what exactly do you have in mind,” Caroline asked with a heavy heart suspecting Felicia intended to put her through the ordeal she had inflicted on Felicia.
“The same as I put Leila through by any chance!”
“Oh no, Caroline how could you think such a thing,” Felicia exclaimed, “No, no, but.”
“There’s always a but,” Caroline remarked sarcastically.
“Well, with the injuries poor Leila suffered,” Felicia explained, “the cut feet and scratches all across her front, well we have to consider Donna, and so we thought about the doggie walkies thing and it has a certain cachet so we had some new playwear made up, and,” she continued, “well, we thought perhaps you might like to try it?” Felicia picked up a knee length boot sculpted to look like a dog’s paw.
“Oh no.” Caroline exclaimed, “No way!”
“And these!” she showed Caroline some matching gloves, again styled to look like a dogs paw.
“Very kinky, what exactly do you want me to do.” Caroline asked.
Felicia laid matching corset, panties and bra all in light tan fake fur on the table.
“Well the gates are locked so we have privacy,” Frank suggested, “I suggest you might like to try some role play?”
“Outside” Felicia added.
“Half an hour.” Caroline agreed abruptly, “If you’re worried about how I’ll treat Donna I’ll do half an hour role play tops.”
“Oh,” Felicia replied somewhat taken aback, “Right, will you get changed here?”
“Yes lets get it over with,” Caroline agreed, as she slipped her cream jacket off, “Hang it up will you it cost me a small fortune.”
“Here’s the doggie-corset, see it’s furry like a real doggie,” Felicia explained as Caroline stripped off her silk blouse, and her cream knee length skirt, “Covers more of your tummy than usual,” she explained.
“I am not wearing that tail!” Caroline insisted as Felicia produced a long furry tail attached to a butt plug, Felicia just smiled, as Caroline peeled off her hold up stockings and her stylish high heeled shoes to stand in her bra and panties.
“I’ve had Frank engrave your name on the little ring for your collar,” Felicia added.
“Yes I expected that,” Caroline agreed, “And if I do this that’s it, we sign and I get to take Donna home if the Magistrates accept Stephanie’s submissions?”
“Oh, yes,” Felicia agreed, “It’s just to reassure me that you know what it feels like and understand what you are putting your slave through.”
“All right, fine.” Caroline agreed as she picked up the collar, looked at her name “Caro” on the little disc, and fastened it around her own neck.
“I help you!” Felicia offered as she wrapped the corset around Caroline’s waist and adjusted the buckles for a snug fit, “try the gloves,” Felicia added.
Caroline held her hands out and Felicia slipped the gloves on and secured them with a little leather strap around the wrist.
“Oh, they’re very nearly rigid,” Caroline commented, “Is that right?”
“Oh yes, and try the boots, sit on the wooden chair please Caroline,” Felicia asked, “Frank, help Caroline with the boots would you please.”
Caroline sat and allowed Frank to slip the imitation dogs paw boots on to her feet, she had to push really hard against Frank to force her feet down the tight fitting legs and even queried whether they were the right size but finally Frank fastened the six sets of buckles between the ankles and knees of the boots.
“They’re very tight,” Caroline complained, “I can’t bend my ankles.”
“Don’t worry,” Felicia explained, “head up I’ll attach your leash,”
Caroline lifted her head and Felicia attached the leash “Heel,” Felicia ordered, and tugged Caroline out of the chair.
“Hey,” Caroline exclaimed, “Oh god I can’t walk in these,” as she pitched forward and had to put her hands out to save herself.
“You’re not supposed to, try walking on hands and feet like a Doggy.” Frank advised.
“Oh god, you just have to be joking!” Caroline squealed as she found herself on her hands and knees.
“Not your knees, on your feet, or you’ll hurt your knees.” Frank ordered.
“What about the pants and bra?” Caroline asked as she crawled around awkwardly.
“Oh yes,” Felicia agreed, “You don’t need them do you!” and she undid Caroline’s bra and let it fall around her hands and pulled her panties down.
Caroline struggled frantically to pull her panties back up “No!” she squealed but the gloves held her hands so rigidly that they were almost useless.
“Just step out of them or I’ll fit the tail.” Felicia threatened, “Now how do you feel?”
“How do you think I feel, very, very stupid that’s how I feel, now please don’t say Leila is taking me for a walk,” Caroline pleaded.
“Oh no, Leila is in Milford Haven, she’s very happy, no, this is just a bit of fun.”
Leila suggested, “And a test for the new range actually.” She paused while Caroline disentangled herself from her underwear and then Felicia set off to drag Caroline down the corridor past the dungeons towards the back entrance and the courtyard.
“It’s lovely and misty,” Felicia said as collected her waterproof coat and hat from the boot room and pulled on her rubber wellington boots, “Nobody will see.” She said as she opened the door and Caroline had no choice but to follow her outside, she shivered as the cold and wet hit her.
“It’s c’cold” Caroline shivered as the gravel scrunched beneath her feet and she thought how Leila must have felt, at least she had boots on so the gravel didn’t hurt her or cut the tender soles of her feet, but at least Leila had been able to walk upright she thought.
Frank followed her, “Well go “Walkies” first then we’ll let you off the lead for a little run and play, warm you up a bit”
“You have just got to be joking” Caroline thought.
Felicia led her across the courtyard, through the big oak door to the garden and across the lawn retracing the route Caroline and Leila had taken towards the track to the woods where the mud soon soiled Caroline’s doggy shoes and she found walking on all fours awkward and walking upright impossible.
In places she had to scramble over fallen logs taking extreme care as her breasts threatened to rub the logs, and then she slipped, splashing full length into a watery muddy hollow of a tractor rut.
“Caro.” Felicia exclaimed, “Don’t be so childish, exactly the phrase Caroline used on Leila.
She remembered instructing Leila to bark.
“Are you all right?” Felicia asked, “One bark for no, two for yes.”
“Rough!” Caroline giggled. “Oh sorry! but its so funny!” she apologised as Felicia slapped her playfully with the whip.
“We’ll go back now, then we can play fetch!” Felicia promised.
Downhill was worse for Caroline than up but soon a muddy and bedraggled Caroline was back on the sodden lawns as the drizzle once again turned to rain.
“Fetch Caro” Frank cried and he threw something pink across the lawn as Felicia slipped her leash.
Caroline loped awkwardly after the pink object only realising it was a pink penis shaped dildo as she went to pick it up, and found she could not grip it with her hands.
“Use your mouth,!” Frank shouted, and Caroline awkwardly moved the pink penis around and grabbed it between her teeth, it slipped out and she realised that if she swallowed some of it, then she could get a firm grip and she loped back awkwardly and went up to Frank and dropped it at his feet.
He ruffled her hair and said “Good dog, Fetch!” he said as he threw it again, Caroline just stared.
“Fetch!” Felicia ordered, “Frank said fetch so fetch or feel my whip!” she added.
“Rough, Rough,” Caroline barked and sprinted after the Dildo, Caroline suddenly realised that she could actually run in the doggy boots, the imitation claws acted like spikes and she could run easily on her toes even if she couldn’t balance to walk, she stumbled as she stopped and fell and rolled over several times but she felt a surge of excitement, her heart pounded and her chest heaved with her deep breathing but she felt wonderfully alive.
She trotted back on hands and knees, “Heel,” Frank ordered, “Give,”
Caroline dropped the pink phallus in his hand as she squatted beside him.
“Good dog.” Frank said as he ran his fingers through her hair, stroking her head like a real dog.
“You just need the tail, bend over.” Frank ordered.
“Rough!” Caroline barked but immediately Frank swung round and forced Caroline’s her between his knees while Felicia steadied Caroline’s buttocks.
“Rough, Rough, Rough. No, Please, No” Caroline squealed uselessly, and then she felt a cold blob of lube against the groove of her buttocks and the unyielding end of the butt plug with its tail advancing, easing, spreading, invading her most secret part, the pain was excruciating and then suddenly eased as the wide part passed her sphincter, and suddenly she had a tail.
“Good dog, Fetch!” Frank cried as he released her and threw the dildo.
Caroline stared for a moment but a tap from Felicia’s whip across her buttocks sent Caroline sprinting across the Lawns, faster and faster, like she was at school, the tail barely bothered her, the plug just made her feel deliciously full and she was sorry to reach the phallus, ad just kept going round in an arc before she collected the pink phallus and returned more slowly.
“Look at you, sucking a cock outside on the lawn with a bung up your backside!”
Frank chuckled, “I bet you never expected that!”
“Rough!” Caroline said as she dropped the phallus at Franks feet.
“Do you understand how humiliating it was for poor Leila?” Felicia asked hopefully, ”Caroline, because my feet are freezing, I need to go in.”
“Rough, Rough.” Caroline replied,
“Fetch,” Frank shouted, and without a thought Caroline sprinted across the castle lawns again, chasing after the toy.
Frank threw it low and long, so it rolled and bounced to give Caroline a longer run and as she turned happily to return the toy to Frank suddenly her blood froze.
Sam. Sam Jenner, the man she had made love to, had enjoyed a romantic meal with, walked in the woods with, fallen in love with, was walking across the lawn dressed in a waterproof green jacket and wide brimmed hat, and he was striding across to join Frank as Felicia walked back to the Castle.
“Here Caro, come on, good girl.” Sam chuckled, “Don’t be shy, I’ve seen it all before!”
Caroline remembered the shelf and squatting down holding the lips of her sex open for his inspection within moments of meeting Sam for the first time.
She crawled awkwardly back and dropped the toy at Franks feet.
“I’ll take her Frank,” Sam said quietly, “You wanna come live in Palm beach with Sammy.”
“Rough!” Caroline said and shook her head.
“Then I’ll take her for a walk Frank, half hour maybe?” Sam suggested.
“Well we said half an hour, what do you think Caroline, another half hour?”
“Rough, Rough,” Caroline agreed.
“You miss me doggie?” Sam asked.
Caroline jumped up, put her arms round Sam’s neck and licked his face, “I love you!” she said.
“You owe me thirty pounds!” Sam said.
“And you came all the way from County Clare for thirty pounds?”
“No Denver Colorado,” Sam replied.
“Oh, and there was no other reason, no business?” Caroline asked.
Sam blushed slightly “Well maybe, but hey, doggies should get down.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t walk in these boots, I have to hold on!” Caroline explained.
Sam smiled, “Felicia said it was role play so get down, play fetch.”
“Sam!” Caroline complained, “No you can’t,”
“Sure I can, Fetch” he said and threw the pink dildo awkwardly across the lawns.
Sam pushed Caroline down and she started to run, “Nice tail!” Sam shouted after her.
She ran across the lawn, picked up the phallus and crawled back on hands and feet.
“You look so sexy with a cock in your mouth,” Sam smiled, “You’re ready to suck mine yet?”
Caroline spat the toy out. “No!”
Sam laughed as he picked up the dildo and put it in his pocket, “I reckon we should let you have a little run and then we can go in,” Sam suggested, “Go on run round the lawn, have a little roll on the grass!”
“I damned well will!” Caroline replied and she sprinted away, it felt good, the cold rain on her chest, running on her toes, the claws biting into the soft grass as she sprinted round, it was years since she last ran, at school, ran properly, not ran for a bus and then she recalled he said roll around so she turned a cartwheel, and then lay on the wet grass and rolled over and over.
She heard a whistle. Sam was whistling for her and without thinking she sprinted towards him, she grabbed onto Sam once again and licked his face like she thought a good doggie should, but Sam clipped the leash back to her collar and said. “Lets get inside.”
Sam tugged the leash and dragged Caroline towards the Castle, across the lawn, through the oak door and into the courtyard, and across to the small door to the cellars and dungeon.
They entered up the stone steps and stopped in the stone floored corridor next to the boot room where the outdoor boots were stored.
“Lick my boots!” Sam ordered.
“Hey, No, No way!” Caroline protested.
“Caroline you made Leila lick your boots.” Felicia warned as she heard Caroline’s protest and came to see what was happening.
“Yes,” Caroline agreed, “but she’s a slave, and I’m a.”
“Bitch!” Sam laughed, “Go on boots or dick, you choose!”
“No,” Caroline refused.
“Oh petulance,” Felicia simpered, “Shall we cage her Sam.”
“Yes, that’ll tame her.” He agreed.
“But Sam,!” Caroline gasped.
“Gag her,” Sam ordered, “Cage her, she’ll come around.”
“Frank!” Felicia shouted, “Fetch a Ball gag would you.”
“No, we’re busy!” Ianto shouted back, “He’s holding the deck up for me.”
“Oh really!” Felicia snapped, “I’ll get one don’t worry,” and as Sam held Caroline by the leash Felicia went to find a gag.
“Please don’t.” Caroline asked quietly.
“Hey, you need to learn kid,” Sam said and ruffled Caroline’s hair.
“Ring gag!” Felicia announced, “You can lick his boots with it in, now hold still.” She ordered as she grabbed Caroline by the hair and made her open her mouth wide before easing the thick rubber ring of the ring gag around behind her teeth.
“Heg” Caroline protested but Felicia already had the ring gag strap around the back of Caroline’s head.
“Right what’s it to be boots or cage” Felicia asked.
“Whoog!” Caroline barked.
“Cage then, will you take her Sam?” Felicia asked.
“No, not if she won’t suck my dick, I mean lick my boots!” Sam insisted, so Felicia took Caroline’s lead and pulled her towards the cage dungeon.
Caroline groaned inwardly, why did it have to be Sam, she could maybe have licked Felicia’s boots, or even Leila’s but Sam’s? but she followed Felicia and even managed to climb most of the way into a cage before she realised there were a selection of cushions spread around the cage.
“Just have a rest,” Felicia advised as she pushed Caroline the last few inches into the cage and closed and bolted the cage door behind her, “I’ll have the gag out, can’t have you choking,” Felicia announced as she reached through and undid the strap on the ring gag and carefully pried the ring from Caroline’s mouth
Caroline suddenly felt very weary and spread the cushions around and went to lay down on them as she felt a rush of warm air and realised someone had turned the powerful fan heaters on. The cushions looked lovely and soft and Caroline decided there was no reason not to lie down.
The cushions felt soft and the room was warm and Caroline quickly drifted off to sleep.
Sam watched Felicia drag Caroline away, before pulling off his heavy rubber boots and pulling on his highly polished shoes, and removing the heavy waterproofs and hanging them on a hook in the boot room.
Sam went in search of Frank, “Frank” he shouted, as he followed the sound of hammering to the Simulator room.
“Hey you keep out of here!” Ianto shouted as Sam walked in.
“Hey who you ordering around!” Sam demanded.
“It’s all oily man, you come in if you want but don’t complain if you get messed up!” Ianto added.
“Right, what’s the problem?” Sam asked.
“Bloody seals, we just changed a seal and the bloodly thing leaked as soon as we tried to test it see.” Ianto stated.
“Ianto’s the boss here see,” Frank said, “I pays the wages but soon as he get’s in here he’s in charge!”
“Right, I’ll leave you gentlemen to it,” Sam agreed, “I’ll find Felicia,” and he turned back but instead of finding Felicia, Sam found Caroline, sleeping, peacefully sleeping curled up on the cushions in her little cage.
He heard Felicia in the Kitchen.
“How difficult would it be?” he asked Felicia, “To just whisk her to Palm Beach.”
“Impossible, she has so many contacts,” Felicia said sadly, “I assume you mean take Caroline as a slave?” Sam nodded and Felicia continued.
“She loves you, don’t destroy that, don’t push her too hard.”
“Quarter Million, English pounds,” Sam suggested, “Surely that would cover it?”
“No, don’t be stupid!” Felicia declared, “She’ll hate you for it, all that spontaneity will disappear, all that liveliness that you desire will evaporate like the morning dew.”
“Yes, yes you’re right, as usual,” Sam agreed, “Now what!”
“Oh you need to charm her, but she has to lick your boot remember?” Felicia decided.
“Yes, I’ll find her.” Sam promised and hurried to find Caroline, she woke as he peered through the bars of the cage at her, admiring her firm breasts and her perfectly waxed sex, and her damp brown hair.
“Hi sleepy head,” he said as she opened her eyes.
“Oh, I must have been sleeping.” She said.
“Ready to come out yet?” Sam asked, “’cause there’s just the matter of some boots to lick,” Sam insisted, “See!” he showed Caroline his shiny shoes and laughed.
Caroline scowled, “No, you said lick your boots, those aren’t boots, you fetch the proper boots or better still take me to them.”
“Hey, they’re filthy!” Sam claimed, “It’s only symbolic, for heavens sake, only role play,”
“So, I’ll do it, all right!” Caroline insisted, “just help me off with these damned boots and gloves first will you?”
Sam opened the cage and helped Caroline to climb down, she held out her hands for Sam to pull off her muddy imitation dog’s paw gloves, then he helped her off with her muddy dog’s paw like boots.
“Oh my feet,” Caroline complained as she stretched and massaged her toes, “it’s like being on tip toe, now where are the boots?”
“Boot room!” Sam said, “Just lick my shoe, one little lick?”
“No!” Caroline refused, as she pulled at the buckles of her corset, “Where’s the rest of this outfit?”
“Hey no,” Sam cautioned her as he wiped his hands on a piece of towelling, “Not till you finished, lick that boot first!”
Sam walked to the doorway and shouted, “Felicia, she’s going to do it, come see!”
“Coming!” Felicia replied, and Sam heard her footsteps clattering down the stone corridor.
The boots were caked with mud, it clung thickly to the instep, and crusted around the ankles reaching seven or eight inches up the green rubber.
“Yum Yum,” Said Caroline sarcastically, and she picked up the first boot and bit into the thick mud.
“Caroline that’s disgusting.” Felicia exclaimed, “That’s enough dear!”
“Oh, squeamish, afraid to whip me and demand I eat faster?” Caroline demanded, “Mmm, tastes delicious,” she said as she spat a lump of mud across the floor.
“No Caroline!” Sam said, “leave it please!”
“No you said lick and this is,” she broke off instantly as Sam grabbed her leash and pulled.
“Leave, Ok leave.” Sam said getting into character again, “Naughty doggie, now doggie needs bath.”
“I won’t disagree,” Caroline agreed but when Sam opened the door to the courtyard Caroline realised he didn’t plan something hot and soothing with bath salts.
She saw the hosepipe curled around an old wheel and watched as Sam uncoiled a few feet before turning the ice cold water on.
The blast froze her to the core instantly, she would have fallen but for the leash which Sam held firmly and she shivered and shook violently, and then the flow stopped but only while Sam removed her doggy corset and threw it aside leaving her naked except for her collar.
“I’m all wet!” Caroline shivered and stammered.
“Yes, and lovely and clean.” Sam insisted, “Now sit”
Caroline squatted down and Sam disappeared to return with a bath towel for her to dry herself with and he picked her up and carried her indoors, past the dungeons, past the kitchens and up the stairs, “Felicia said the blue room!” he announced and as he spotted the blue sign he pushed open the door.
Sam reached the bed in three strides, threw back the covers and laid Caroline on it, he locked the door and stripped off his suit in a frenzy before joining Caroline beneath the covers, “Come here let me warm you,” he offered as he pulled her freezing body close to him.
The warmth from Sam’s touch spread slowly through Caroline’s skin but the heat of passion was already at boiling point, “Do it Sam, do it now.” Caroline pleaded urgently, as she willed him to lie over her.
“Yes, I.” he said, choking the words love you off before they betrayed his feelings.
“Ten pounds,” said Caroline, “I’ll pay ten pounds,” she said as she rolled on her back and spread her legs wide to accept Sam’s rampant erection.
“Oh my god” Sam whimpered, “You’re so cold outside and yet so hot in there, wow!”
“Do it Sam,” she whispered, “That thing you do, that thing I like, go on, inside me, please!” she demanded as she wrapped her legs around him. “Please.”
Sam gasped, suddenly she was calling the shots, milking him rather than him doing things to her, and, he decided, he liked it, he liked it a lot.
Urrgghhh, Sam groaned as he found he could hold on no longer and the first surge of his white hot cum shot into Caroline’s waiting womb, inflaming her even more.
“Yes, Caroline exclaimed, “yes cum baby, cum in your Caro, Caro the bitch, screw your little boot licking bitch ooohhhh,” she stopped speaking, and gasped with the sheer intensity of the feelings coursing through her.
“I’ll get your clothes!” Sam offered as he rolled off her.
“Oh no, ten minutes respite and we do it again.” Caroline warned.
“What if I ain’t ready?” Sam asked
“I’ll suck your cock!” Caroline smiled.
“No I’ll be ready,” Sam promised as he made his way to the bathroom.
Caroline followed, washing herself using the washbasin as Sam watched as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.
“Caroline?” Sam asked, “This might sound a bit strange but will you walk with me again?”
“In a dog costume, half naked, no certainly not!” Caroline suggested, “Not today anyway!”
“No, like we did last weekend, walk through the woods, you know?” he said, “Maybe you should do your hair and makeup first?”
“No,” Caroline replied firmly, “take me to bed, and then if you’re very good I’ll consider your request!”
Sam just swept her up in his arms and carried her back to bed.
“What is it about you?” he asked, as he lay beside her for a brief moment before he rolled on top of her once again, “Why does it seem so special.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls!” Caroline suggested.
“It’s a feel not a say,” Sam continued, “It’s strange.”
“So perform big man!” Caroline ordered, “Put that big thing where it’s warm and wet and give me some of your love juice.”
“You’ll be talking dirty next!” Sam suggested as he spread her legs just a little wider and as she eased her own pink lips apart so he sank easily inside her.
Caroline watched as Sam’s penis gradually disappeared inside her, she noted how it already seemed to be part of her not of him as his hairy crotch came closer and closer until it touched her smooth waxed pubes and she shook slightly as it tickled.
“We could have been made for each other!” Sam joked, echoing Caroline’s thoughts.
“Yes,” she said simply, “I think we could have been very happy if.” But he was gently rocking now and the thought was lost as Caroline thoughts went to that special place where Sam took her as she gripped him firmly and her began to pound her athletically.
“Is that good,” He asked.
“Yes, don’t stop, yes,” She replied
“Say it!” Sam demanded.
“Yes very good Mmm.” Caroline said, “I love you Sam Jenner.” And then she stopped talking, as this high pitched tuneless singing started in her head.
“Hey Caroline pipe down,” Sam’s disembodied voice said through Caroline’s warm purple haze of pleasure.
“Caroline!” Sam said but he knew she was far away, lost in a sea of pleasure, and he settled in for a long run, marvelling at how the tiniest bit more flesh round Caroline’s middle made her such a comfortable lay, unlike Bonny, who he was scared of breaking every time he dipped his prick in her designer chuff.
Bonnie just gasped like a fish and tried to fake an orgasm way before Sam really got into his stride and he had to use a condom under the slave agreement Felicia had him sign. A Trophy slave, what the hell was the use of a trophy slave? he asked himself.
He liked the way Caroline’s breasts mushed down when she lay down he decided, it meant he could just go for it without having to arch his back like with some girls he owned but he could still just bend his elbows and feel her erect nipples on his chest.
He tried a kiss, “Love you” he muttered, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled, he had admitted it, damn.
Caroline squeezed him tighter, “Mmm” she said “I know,” and went back to her thin plaintive wailing, and Sam waited for the change in intensity of the sound which was his cue for the final gallop.
“Now!” Caroline said simply and Sam speeded up for those last few strokes to make absolutely sure he shot his load as deep and hard into her as he possibly could, he felt the constriction against his helmet and the root of his shaft against her lips and realised again that they were perfect for each other.
The churning in his balls reached fever pitch and suddenly this red hot searing rod of cum was shooting down his shaft an he was pumping it into her, seemingly gallons filling her womb, and she milked every drop by contracting her vagina walls to squeeze him.
“Thank-you,” Sam said as he gently slid from her. “Will you lay still a while?”
“Yes, of course,” Caroline said, “Why”
“Increases the chance of conception, laying still for a while.” Sam said.
“Yes,” Caroline agreed, thinking happily of a little Sam, or would it be Samantha, “I’d like that.”
The rain hammered on the window panes, not the usual welsh drizzle but big masculine blobs of rain hammering and pounding.
“My new slave is ever so sweet.” Caroline said as she lay still, “A punk on the outside sweet frightened little mouse inside,” she explained.
“Mine’s a nightmare,” Sam admitted, “we just don’t work, I dread screwing her, I really do!”
“Serves you right, she was cold on display.” Caroline pointed out.
“No, it’s your fault, how could I think straight with you there.” Sam exclaimed, and reached over and kissed Caroline on the lips.
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Frank waited for Caroline’s wailing to stop before he brought her cases to Sam’s room, he knocked and when invited to “Come in” he stepped inside and said “Madam suggests that you share, if that’s all right, Sir, Madam. I took the liberty of bringing your cases Madam.”
“Very thoughtful,” Sam agreed, “And I bet she charges for Caroline’s time here?”
“Yes Sir,” Frank continued playing his chauffeur or butler role, she would charge Caroline for your services as well sir given half a chance.”
“Frank, can we borrow the LandRover, please.” Caroline asked as an idea formed.
“Ah, you may madam but sir does not have a UK driving license so I’m afraid our insurance does not cover him Madam.”
“Thank you Parker,” Caroline said politely.
“Partridge Madam,” Frank replied, “ Parker is the Lady Penelope’s butler off Thunderbirds Madam.” He explained as he shut the door behind him.
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The rain battered the LandRover as Caroline steered it up another impossibly steep and muddy slope, the windscreen wipers flapped uselessly and the engine and gears whined noisily as it laboured away in its Low range gears and with it’s differential locked slithering sideways and crabbing along as showed off her prowess as a driver.
“Are you trying to scare me?” Sam asked.
“Yes!” Caroline agreed, “I love off road driving!”
“Well you nearly succeeded, girl, you very nearly succeeded,” Sam confessed.
“Look at the view Sam. Isn’t that wonderful!” Caroline said as they reached a little summit, and looked out on a vista of lakes and woodland that encroached on the derelict remains of a once thriving mining industry.
“It would be if the rain would stop,” Sam agreed,
“But the little lake and the pine trees!” she explained.
“If you ignore the derelict mine workings oh and the railway track.” He added, “but yes it has it’s charm.”
“Shall we head back?” Caroline asked, “Only there’s some awkward slopes to get down, and this isn’t exactly state of the art.”
“You’re the driver,” Sam agreed, “I’ll just sit here ready to leap out, and anyway in case you’re expecting me to volunteer, I haven’t used a stick shift since I changed my Ferrari for a paddle shift last fall.”
“No, it’s just this is about forty years old!” Caroline explained, but she soon found it just chugged down hill at a few miles an hour without touching the brakes in it’s ultra-low low range gear and the descents became tedious instead of frightening.
Felicia was waiting by the workshops door. “I’m afraid your mother rang Sam, will you ring her straight away please.”
“Sure!” Sam agreed and strode indoors. He returned full of apologies, “Seems I’m needed, can someone give me a ride?”
“Frank is standing by with the Maybach and Sarah has packed your cases.” Felicia assured him,
“Wagons roll then,” Sam turned to Caroline, “Sorry, but I need to do this!” he said, “Enjoy your new slave!”
“I will!” she agreed, and as Frank swung the Maybach around the courtyard so he could load Sam’s cases, she pressed her lips against Frank’s for a last lingering kiss.
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Felicia stood by Caroline as the Maybach pulled slowly away, “I think you passed your little test with flying colours!” she exclaimed, “Are you in any hurry to get home?”
“No, why?” Caroline queried as they walked slowly back to the Castle.
“I’m a bit short of.” Felicia said.
“No way!” Caroline said, as she remembered when Felicia had coerced her to display herself on a display shelf in the dungeon, the very thought made her uncomfortable, “No way!” she repeated as the discomfort became somehow liquid.
“Waitresses,” Felicia continued, “we have been offered a select group of overnight guests for dinner, and, well if Sam has gone and if you wouldn’t mind using an attic room than I think we can squeeze them in!”
“Me a waitress!” Caroline said aghast.
“Well you used to help out in a restaurant when you were a student didn’t you?” Felicia asked.
“Yes, I suppose so.” Caroline agreed as she sadly contemplated an evening without Sam, “why not, all right, I’ll do it.” She said as she suddenly decided to stay on.
“Oh great, you’re a star!”
“Good, can you move your things then please.” Fiona asked, “And you don’t mind wearing a maid’s uniform do you?”
To be Continued
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