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She slept late, luckily it was Saturday, Micky had slept beside her, and had checked on her regularly, she had worried him, both last night, when she had returned, so strangely dressed, and during the disturbed night that had passed.
He took her tea at 11, far later than she normally rose at 7am, or perhaps occasionally 8 at the weekends!
She half smiled at his call, her face pale peering over the blue blanket, her eyes though sparkled like green emeralds in sunlight, and he knew instantly that he would walk this path time and again.
She groaned as she sat up, still the dress covering her body, he fetched some pain killers, as she sipped her tea, he, noting the marks, on her wrists and her neck, but though keen, restraining himself from interrogating her knowing she would soon give him chapter and verse, she had promised.
She drank the tea grateful of his silence and the restorative quality of good old British tea, at her request he went to fetch a second mug and one for himself, while slowly she walked to the toilet, not wanting him to see how she winced as she moved. She was back when he returned, he sat on the bedside, sun lighting the room as she drank, he presented her with the parcel, they opened it, it contained several packets of flimsy new silky knickers, a sturdy black basque, her own green set, and her shoes that she had not worn home, having come home in the heels, and a note attached to a sealed envelope. Micky gazed at his wife nonplussed, muttered “he must like you missy!” adding “I was worried out of my head, though as I didn’t know where you were there was little I could have done for you!” she kissed him, then read the hand-written note to him it said;
Nan,
You were magnificent, I am afraid Cyril now is in love with you, !
Philip says you’re the bravest woman he has ever enjoyed. So, if your game we will do business, I will see you next week if your ok by then, here is your payment and a small bonus,
many thanks,
Terry
The envelope contained her pay, £100 in crisp new notes wrapped in a paper band with another loose, £25, presumably the bonus. Tears ran from her eyes once more and she hugged him to her, It was the equal of twelve weeks of Micky take-home pay, and she had made it in just four long but exciting hours. she felt like a whore, and sadly she was, to her surprise oh so very proud of it!
She collected herself, knowing he was in the dark, she began to explain, saying she was sorry but she felt just too bruised internally to have him inside her body while she explained what had happened, but would he run her a bath, then she would tell him all about it, as she soaked away her pain.
The bath ready he helped her from her bed, stiffly he helped her to the bathroom, then from behind her, he gently lifted the dress from her, his intake of breath told her of the state of her back. He near to tears, he said quietly, it was too much but she turned and with her finger on his lip, shaking her head she whispered she had enjoyed herself more than he could ever belive, then she motioned him to sit himself on the toilet and slipping into the warm scented water began to explain what had happened, every slap of the leather, every thrust of each of the four men, especially the last, Philip, saying that his tool had been “the most magnificent cock she had ever seen,” explain her every thought, even the feeling that “ if he had killed her, well she would have died in sexual ecstasy.” But seeing his fallen face she quickly added,” not one of them, not one, had me with love like you do, what we have is special, different, a special sort of love, this was just, well excitement, yes I must say it`s exciting, a high, something I never ever thought I would experience again, and definitely not at this level, but it’s a paying business too, and I am beginning to know the difference, Micky, its two different worlds and I love it!”
They went to the club that night, her wearing a scarf to hide the chafe at her neck, a watch on her right wrist and a bangle on the left, and she didn’t dance, barely able to walk properly despite Lina`s pestering, Terry not showing up at all
The next weekend though, Terry returned, by now the bruises had settled and she was as nimble as ever, even the cuts and welts had nearly vanished, and she felt great, he didn’t stay that night but after the dance, and a while chatting while dancing a slow dance he left for home saying he would be back in the morning to collect her.
It was mid-dinner when he arrived. Micky munching at the Sunday roast, Nan nibbling at the meal, perhaps with pre-match nerves, glad of the relief of the arrival, her waiting now over she left the meal, saying she would have something later, that there was apple pie in the oven, and not for Micky eat it all or to forget the washing up… he wished her good luck, shaking his head as and not enjoying goodbyes she left hurriedly having kissed him passionately, it was not a time for speeches.
The car covered the distance to the yard quicker this time, there being little traffic, Andy apparently the watchman as well as the cameraman, did the gate, then followed them inside again to the office. Here they were joined by Cyril, still blushing as they shook hand`s but the stammer seemed to be more under control. Terry explained that this time, they were here to discuss the next film, although he was sure that Cyril was keen to further his practical education, and Phil was not here at all, being on holiday, they needed to work out the details of a film for an American friend, who having seen her in the test film, had asked for her specifically, to her amazement the American was a bondage fanatic, and a pee, nut, who also he liked pain , facials, and threesomes.
the boy made coffee, and they sat in the board room round the giant table, an hour passed while suggestions were bandied about for a script, an order of play, a story-line, call it what you will. The basics over, Terry asked “if she had any problems about Pee, it not being everyone`s thing?” she said it wasn’t a big hang-up, but she wouldn’t have chosen it as a fun choice and was there a shower or wherever, so she could wash up afterwards? They assured her there was, so she shrugged and said she would do whatever was necessary for the film as the price was right.”
The meeting was ended, Andy having to leave Terry sending the lad to lock Andy out through the gate, and had a quiet word with Nan, asking “if she was happy enough?” which she said she was, “though she had suffered overload with Philip on the last weekend, she, having never had a man so large before in her whole lifetime!” Grinning, Terry went a little serious and rapidly asked, “Before the boy comes back, if she would humour him by enjoying the lad, before he took her home, he would pay the going rate, but for reasons he didn’t wish to go into, he needed that lad to feel he was casanover!”. She grinned, and said “Leave it to me then, just bugger off for a while, but in exchange when we get home I want you to include Micky in our lovemaking, as he must be feeling pretty left out!”
That agreed, as soon as the boy returned, he sent him to “show Nan around the film facilities, the three rooms that they used, and could he fetch up that box with the small projector and the film, when they came back up!”
At the thought of having time with nan the boy leapt at the chance, Terry telling him to “fetch her back in a couple of hours, I have some work to do!”
Almost shyly the lad took her arm and together they walked the now familiar path, this time she could see and was fit enough to take note of her surroundings, the corridor was floored with wood, as she suspected, doors of polished wood on either side, each with a plate exclaiming things like; Secretaries, Overseas-marketing, and Publicity, it seems that, The erotic clothing company, was a bigger concern than she had expected.
The lift doors clattered, and together they descended to the cellars, the doors clattered once more, and they were in the concrete lined corridor where her heels had clattered so badly, she smiled remembering the last time and her fears! She noticed doors, not so grand as the ones above, notices neat but less imposing proclaimed, Archive, Janitors store, and then boiler room, where from an open door there was heat and noise. There way was now barred by a door across the corridor, it must have been open last time as she had no recollection of it, the notice said PRIVATE in red. The lad unlocked it and threw a light switch. They were faced with a short corridor from which there were three doors, straight ahead a black one marked DUNGEON, the very sight of that made her shudder, one to the right, green and marked BEDROOM and His broad grin showed his eagerness as he opened the third, a blue door marked PLAYROOM, it was the cream painted room with the folding chairs, a tiled floor with a drain in the centre, where the pillory had stood, a couch and little else, bar a power lift in the ceiling. On the couch was a box which Cyril pointed to and said they must not forget. Her eyes roamed over the room no doubt remembering the fear and the pain of that day, which in memory was now a delicious and exciting time.
She turned to the lad and said,” so it was here you lost your virginity… has it made a difference to you yet?” he instantly blushed, then with a grin he said, “No he had been saving himself for her!” his reply stepped her back a little, though she smiled and said “she was flattered, he ushered her out, opened the black door and threw the light switch, one of many on a panel on the wall. The room revealed itself as another cream walled cavity, without windows, a St Andrews cross in black contrasted boldly, chains hung down one wall and a rack of whips, manacles, cuffs and the like was open on the other to her left, an identical lift dangled above them as a centrepiece, spotlights picked out each item in the place, the pillory she remembered well, and there was a leather topped whipping stool,, a rack, and a strange triangular bar, between two uprights, that she had no idea what it was for. Instinctively she tenderly let her fingers caress the cool leather of the leather topped stool, knowing she would one day sample its joy, then remembering who she was with, she withdrew her hand smartly, turned to face him and said, “perhaps one day…please show me the third room!” they retreated, though it was obvious by his face the lad had hoped… he snapped off the lights, then opened the last door and switched its lights on.
In total contrast to the bland playroom and the menacing dungeon this room was papered in a homely floral print, it was light and airy, and a big picture window at the far end, had a view into the garden, all colour and manicured lawns. In the centre was a huge solid four-poster, old English oak and made to take hard punishment, its d****s all lacy and feminine and bedside it nightstands to match.
She knew the window was an impossibility, they were below ground, and she gazed at the garden as the lad threw a switch and instantly, it vanished, in its place a coastal scene, all sun-drenched sands, and small waves, again a clatter of switches and bingo, a woodland appeared, the lad with a broad grin, as her face showed it incredulity.
She turned to the big bed and was soon up on its soft and inviting mattress.
She gave the command, “Come” the lad realising the implications, broke into a broad grin and with a single bound he was at her side, his lips welding themselves to hers, and his hands in a flurry running over her body, as it not knowing where to touch first.
Like an excited puppy his tongue slapped around her teeth, his hands roamed, and she was forced to push him away just to breath. “wow, slow down, I`m a woman not a doll!” he blushed, rolled from her to lay beside her, facing her on her left side, “now look, I might be an actress for your uncle, and you may have been able to just take me last time we met, but the world out there is not like that, a woman needs to be gently wooed, eased into sex, gently stripped of her clothes, not taken like a possession…!” he nodded then very respectfully, his voice hardly a whisper he said he was “sorry” and that “he had got carried away,” her answer was to tell him “they had about an hour and a half to fill before Terry wanted them back, so he was to treat her like a girlfriend, a mature girlfriend it was true, but as a girlfriend none the less, and she would teach him how to go on give him some pointers!”
To say the lad was a dog with two tails would be fairly accurate, here was a woman offering to take him and show him the tricks of the female trade, now he would perhaps have a chance with one of his few girlfriends.
She had him begin by unbuttoning her dress, but he then asked her to stand up, saying, “he wanted to look at her body once again, but without it being secured”, that he said “had been a shame, as he had wanted her under her own free will , not trussed up like some sacrifice,” she did just as he asked , musing on the thought of her being a sacrifice…
She stood passively, as he removed her clothing, bit by bit, enjoying his looks of pleasure, his eyes bright with excitement, that made her feel wanted, desired even, not for money, but for herself, oh she knew he was a lad, and his hormones had him wanting her just for sex, but he wanted her, whether it was for sex or just as a body to play with and practise on, he had asked specifically for her.
That feeling would soon have to make up for his shortcomings, his youthful in-experience, and his lack of size all of which knew she would soon be enduring.
He stripped himself and they returned to the bed, they kissed, then without more adoo, he fingered her for a few moments till she was wet, then mounted her with the enthusiasm of youth. She made all the right sounds, just as if Philip or Terry were mounting her, though, she could hardly feel him, especially when, he after just a few strokes spewed his seed into her, prematurely, and embarrassingly. He withdrew, and she, realising his embarrassment, said “she was glad as now he could take his time and do the job properly now!”
That perked him up and with a little help from Nans hand, after a few minutes he was soon stiff enough to remount. This time he was slower, more self-assured, and he managed to ride her for some time, in fact long enough for her to have the first small tremor of a climax, which she managed to over embellish in such a way he thought he had achieved his aim, joining her with a groan and adding another pump or two of seed.
They lay together, him overcome with his achievement, her itching for a real strong orgasm but unable to say so. they dressed, and then together carried the box back to the offices, where they sat, waiting Terry who was on the telephone.
The call over, they loaded the box into the car, then together set the alarm and locked up, Cyril kissing her and thanking her then with a wave setting off for home on his bicycle. In the car on the way to Nans place, he thanked her, then said he had “watched it all on the cctv!” which surprised her, but when he then said that “young Cyril, is my widowed sister`s boy, and she no doubt will find the experience with you beneficial!” he didn’t go further but his smile…
They arrived home to find Micky asleep, the radio blaring and the fire nearly out. She set about a teatime meal, crust buttered bread, home made strawberry jam and slices of her finest fruit cake, washed down with tea in abundance. Terry presented Micky with the projector and together after the meal they projected the first of the films onto the wall of the living room…but that will be the next part…
She slept late, luckily it was Saturday, Micky had slept beside her, and had checked on her regularly, she had worried him, both last night, when she had returned, so strangely dressed, and during the disturbed night that had passed.
He took her tea at 11, far later than she normally rose at 7am, or perhaps occasionally 8 at the weekends!
She half smiled at his call, her face pale peering over the blue blanket, her eyes though sparkled like green emeralds in sunlight, and he knew instantly that he would walk this path time and again.
She groaned as she sat up, still the dress covering her body, he fetched some pain killers, as she sipped her tea, he, noting the marks, on her wrists and her neck, but though keen, restraining himself from interrogating her knowing she would soon give him chapter and verse, she had promised.
She drank the tea grateful of his silence and the restorative quality of good old British tea, at her request he went to fetch a second mug and one for himself, while slowly she walked to the toilet, not wanting him to see how she winced as she moved. She was back when he returned, he sat on the bedside, sun lighting the room as she drank, he presented her with the parcel, they opened it, it contained several packets of flimsy new silky knickers, a sturdy black basque, her own green set, and her shoes that she had not worn home, having come home in the heels, and a note attached to a sealed envelope. Micky gazed at his wife nonplussed, muttered “he must like you missy!” adding “I was worried out of my head, though as I didn’t know where you were there was little I could have done for you!” she kissed him, then read the hand-written note to him it said;
Nan,
You were magnificent, I am afraid Cyril now is in love with you, !
Philip says you’re the bravest woman he has ever enjoyed. So, if your game we will do business, I will see you next week if your ok by then, here is your payment and a small bonus,
many thanks,
Terry
The envelope contained her pay, £100 in crisp new notes wrapped in a paper band with another loose, £25, presumably the bonus. Tears ran from her eyes once more and she hugged him to her, It was the equal of twelve weeks of Micky take-home pay, and she had made it in just four long but exciting hours. she felt like a whore, and sadly she was, to her surprise oh so very proud of it!
She collected herself, knowing he was in the dark, she began to explain, saying she was sorry but she felt just too bruised internally to have him inside her body while she explained what had happened, but would he run her a bath, then she would tell him all about it, as she soaked away her pain.
The bath ready he helped her from her bed, stiffly he helped her to the bathroom, then from behind her, he gently lifted the dress from her, his intake of breath told her of the state of her back. He near to tears, he said quietly, it was too much but she turned and with her finger on his lip, shaking her head she whispered she had enjoyed herself more than he could ever belive, then she motioned him to sit himself on the toilet and slipping into the warm scented water began to explain what had happened, every slap of the leather, every thrust of each of the four men, especially the last, Philip, saying that his tool had been “the most magnificent cock she had ever seen,” explain her every thought, even the feeling that “ if he had killed her, well she would have died in sexual ecstasy.” But seeing his fallen face she quickly added,” not one of them, not one, had me with love like you do, what we have is special, different, a special sort of love, this was just, well excitement, yes I must say it`s exciting, a high, something I never ever thought I would experience again, and definitely not at this level, but it’s a paying business too, and I am beginning to know the difference, Micky, its two different worlds and I love it!”
They went to the club that night, her wearing a scarf to hide the chafe at her neck, a watch on her right wrist and a bangle on the left, and she didn’t dance, barely able to walk properly despite Lina`s pestering, Terry not showing up at all
The next weekend though, Terry returned, by now the bruises had settled and she was as nimble as ever, even the cuts and welts had nearly vanished, and she felt great, he didn’t stay that night but after the dance, and a while chatting while dancing a slow dance he left for home saying he would be back in the morning to collect her.
It was mid-dinner when he arrived. Micky munching at the Sunday roast, Nan nibbling at the meal, perhaps with pre-match nerves, glad of the relief of the arrival, her waiting now over she left the meal, saying she would have something later, that there was apple pie in the oven, and not for Micky eat it all or to forget the washing up… he wished her good luck, shaking his head as and not enjoying goodbyes she left hurriedly having kissed him passionately, it was not a time for speeches.
The car covered the distance to the yard quicker this time, there being little traffic, Andy apparently the watchman as well as the cameraman, did the gate, then followed them inside again to the office. Here they were joined by Cyril, still blushing as they shook hand`s but the stammer seemed to be more under control. Terry explained that this time, they were here to discuss the next film, although he was sure that Cyril was keen to further his practical education, and Phil was not here at all, being on holiday, they needed to work out the details of a film for an American friend, who having seen her in the test film, had asked for her specifically, to her amazement the American was a bondage fanatic, and a pee, nut, who also he liked pain , facials, and threesomes.
the boy made coffee, and they sat in the board room round the giant table, an hour passed while suggestions were bandied about for a script, an order of play, a story-line, call it what you will. The basics over, Terry asked “if she had any problems about Pee, it not being everyone`s thing?” she said it wasn’t a big hang-up, but she wouldn’t have chosen it as a fun choice and was there a shower or wherever, so she could wash up afterwards? They assured her there was, so she shrugged and said she would do whatever was necessary for the film as the price was right.”
The meeting was ended, Andy having to leave Terry sending the lad to lock Andy out through the gate, and had a quiet word with Nan, asking “if she was happy enough?” which she said she was, “though she had suffered overload with Philip on the last weekend, she, having never had a man so large before in her whole lifetime!” Grinning, Terry went a little serious and rapidly asked, “Before the boy comes back, if she would humour him by enjoying the lad, before he took her home, he would pay the going rate, but for reasons he didn’t wish to go into, he needed that lad to feel he was casanover!”. She grinned, and said “Leave it to me then, just bugger off for a while, but in exchange when we get home I want you to include Micky in our lovemaking, as he must be feeling pretty left out!”
That agreed, as soon as the boy returned, he sent him to “show Nan around the film facilities, the three rooms that they used, and could he fetch up that box with the small projector and the film, when they came back up!”
At the thought of having time with nan the boy leapt at the chance, Terry telling him to “fetch her back in a couple of hours, I have some work to do!”
Almost shyly the lad took her arm and together they walked the now familiar path, this time she could see and was fit enough to take note of her surroundings, the corridor was floored with wood, as she suspected, doors of polished wood on either side, each with a plate exclaiming things like; Secretaries, Overseas-marketing, and Publicity, it seems that, The erotic clothing company, was a bigger concern than she had expected.
The lift doors clattered, and together they descended to the cellars, the doors clattered once more, and they were in the concrete lined corridor where her heels had clattered so badly, she smiled remembering the last time and her fears! She noticed doors, not so grand as the ones above, notices neat but less imposing proclaimed, Archive, Janitors store, and then boiler room, where from an open door there was heat and noise. There way was now barred by a door across the corridor, it must have been open last time as she had no recollection of it, the notice said PRIVATE in red. The lad unlocked it and threw a light switch. They were faced with a short corridor from which there were three doors, straight ahead a black one marked DUNGEON, the very sight of that made her shudder, one to the right, green and marked BEDROOM and His broad grin showed his eagerness as he opened the third, a blue door marked PLAYROOM, it was the cream painted room with the folding chairs, a tiled floor with a drain in the centre, where the pillory had stood, a couch and little else, bar a power lift in the ceiling. On the couch was a box which Cyril pointed to and said they must not forget. Her eyes roamed over the room no doubt remembering the fear and the pain of that day, which in memory was now a delicious and exciting time.
She turned to the lad and said,” so it was here you lost your virginity… has it made a difference to you yet?” he instantly blushed, then with a grin he said, “No he had been saving himself for her!” his reply stepped her back a little, though she smiled and said “she was flattered, he ushered her out, opened the black door and threw the light switch, one of many on a panel on the wall. The room revealed itself as another cream walled cavity, without windows, a St Andrews cross in black contrasted boldly, chains hung down one wall and a rack of whips, manacles, cuffs and the like was open on the other to her left, an identical lift dangled above them as a centrepiece, spotlights picked out each item in the place, the pillory she remembered well, and there was a leather topped whipping stool,, a rack, and a strange triangular bar, between two uprights, that she had no idea what it was for. Instinctively she tenderly let her fingers caress the cool leather of the leather topped stool, knowing she would one day sample its joy, then remembering who she was with, she withdrew her hand smartly, turned to face him and said, “perhaps one day…please show me the third room!” they retreated, though it was obvious by his face the lad had hoped… he snapped off the lights, then opened the last door and switched its lights on.
In total contrast to the bland playroom and the menacing dungeon this room was papered in a homely floral print, it was light and airy, and a big picture window at the far end, had a view into the garden, all colour and manicured lawns. In the centre was a huge solid four-poster, old English oak and made to take hard punishment, its d****s all lacy and feminine and bedside it nightstands to match.
She knew the window was an impossibility, they were below ground, and she gazed at the garden as the lad threw a switch and instantly, it vanished, in its place a coastal scene, all sun-drenched sands, and small waves, again a clatter of switches and bingo, a woodland appeared, the lad with a broad grin, as her face showed it incredulity.
She turned to the big bed and was soon up on its soft and inviting mattress.
She gave the command, “Come” the lad realising the implications, broke into a broad grin and with a single bound he was at her side, his lips welding themselves to hers, and his hands in a flurry running over her body, as it not knowing where to touch first.
Like an excited puppy his tongue slapped around her teeth, his hands roamed, and she was forced to push him away just to breath. “wow, slow down, I`m a woman not a doll!” he blushed, rolled from her to lay beside her, facing her on her left side, “now look, I might be an actress for your uncle, and you may have been able to just take me last time we met, but the world out there is not like that, a woman needs to be gently wooed, eased into sex, gently stripped of her clothes, not taken like a possession…!” he nodded then very respectfully, his voice hardly a whisper he said he was “sorry” and that “he had got carried away,” her answer was to tell him “they had about an hour and a half to fill before Terry wanted them back, so he was to treat her like a girlfriend, a mature girlfriend it was true, but as a girlfriend none the less, and she would teach him how to go on give him some pointers!”
To say the lad was a dog with two tails would be fairly accurate, here was a woman offering to take him and show him the tricks of the female trade, now he would perhaps have a chance with one of his few girlfriends.
She had him begin by unbuttoning her dress, but he then asked her to stand up, saying, “he wanted to look at her body once again, but without it being secured”, that he said “had been a shame, as he had wanted her under her own free will , not trussed up like some sacrifice,” she did just as he asked , musing on the thought of her being a sacrifice…
She stood passively, as he removed her clothing, bit by bit, enjoying his looks of pleasure, his eyes bright with excitement, that made her feel wanted, desired even, not for money, but for herself, oh she knew he was a lad, and his hormones had him wanting her just for sex, but he wanted her, whether it was for sex or just as a body to play with and practise on, he had asked specifically for her.
That feeling would soon have to make up for his shortcomings, his youthful in-experience, and his lack of size all of which knew she would soon be enduring.
He stripped himself and they returned to the bed, they kissed, then without more adoo, he fingered her for a few moments till she was wet, then mounted her with the enthusiasm of youth. She made all the right sounds, just as if Philip or Terry were mounting her, though, she could hardly feel him, especially when, he after just a few strokes spewed his seed into her, prematurely, and embarrassingly. He withdrew, and she, realising his embarrassment, said “she was glad as now he could take his time and do the job properly now!”
That perked him up and with a little help from Nans hand, after a few minutes he was soon stiff enough to remount. This time he was slower, more self-assured, and he managed to ride her for some time, in fact long enough for her to have the first small tremor of a climax, which she managed to over embellish in such a way he thought he had achieved his aim, joining her with a groan and adding another pump or two of seed.
They lay together, him overcome with his achievement, her itching for a real strong orgasm but unable to say so. they dressed, and then together carried the box back to the offices, where they sat, waiting Terry who was on the telephone.
The call over, they loaded the box into the car, then together set the alarm and locked up, Cyril kissing her and thanking her then with a wave setting off for home on his bicycle. In the car on the way to Nans place, he thanked her, then said he had “watched it all on the cctv!” which surprised her, but when he then said that “young Cyril, is my widowed sister`s boy, and she no doubt will find the experience with you beneficial!” he didn’t go further but his smile…
They arrived home to find Micky asleep, the radio blaring and the fire nearly out. She set about a teatime meal, crust buttered bread, home made strawberry jam and slices of her finest fruit cake, washed down with tea in abundance. Terry presented Micky with the projector and together after the meal they projected the first of the films onto the wall of the living room…but that will be the next part…
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