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The next morning I woke to a rather interesting sensation. There was the pretty girl I remembered, but with her mouth full of me. Her eyes were smiling, but her mouth was unable to do so for a minute or two. And that’s all it took. Just a minute.
“Your breakfast is ready, Master.” She smiled as she left the bedroom. Naked.
I put on a dressing gown and went downstairs. Breakfast and coffee first, then shower and dress to face the day.
I was served my favourite pain-au-raisins, freshly baked, and coffee by a serving wench, naked except for a frilly pinny, leg and ankle cuffs.
“Thankyou,” I said. Always show your slaves they are appreciated. They do good, praise them; bad, punishment.
“I am to go to work today, and make out that everything is normal.”
“Yes,” I said,
“But Master, what about the cuffs?”
I paused.
“You have a choker that you wear with that cocktail frock?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then you will wear that until I can get a collar for you. It will serve to remind you to whom you belong.”
“Thankyou, Master. I will look forward to that.”
Blow me, well she just did, but am I getting good at this? Or am I being taken for a patsy? I didn’t think so.
I slipped the cuffs off her, and she went to get ready.
She came down looking very tasty and handed me the choker.
“I want you to put it on,” she said. “Then I will know that I am yours.”
Ho hum...
I did a final run through before she went off to work. It was Tuesday and Ruth would expect to come here this afternoon. My plans couldn’t be ready before Thursday when she would also expect to have her little slave, so I wanted Diana to put her off today, telling her that I would be here all day.
The first inkling that things were not running to plan was when two cars came in, Diana followed by Ruth. I was sitting at the kitchen table munching a sandwich when an almost hysterical Diana burst through the back door followed by an incandescent Ruth flailing away with her riding crop. Diana ran to me but I thrust her aside, rising and picking up a chair, which I swung at Ruth. It wasn’t a very good swing because Diana was still holding one side of me as she slipped past onto the floor, and my angle wasn’t that good because I was rising at the time. Ruth caught the chair, a triumphant gleam in her eye that almost immediately turned to fear as I came for her. I cannoned into her knocking her back. She tripped and went over, knocking her head on the edge of the door as she went down. She was momentarily stunned, but that was all I needed to turn her onto her face and kneel on her back.
“Diana, get the cuffs.”
The cuffs had been set aside in the kitchen that morning, and a terrified Diana grabbed them and thrust them into my hand. It was the work of split second to get the wrist cuffs on and then yank her wrists together and clip the shackles together. Getting the ankle ones on proved more difficult but once achieved we could sit back and watch the squirming and threatening Ruth. If I had thought that my newly minted slave had a turn of barrack room language, this one had the most amazing vocabulary. One of the little devices that I had made but not used on Diana was a ball gag. Sitting on our captive’s back I pulled her head back, and as she was in full flood of invective popped it between her teeth. I don’t think she even realised I had done it for a moment or two, and then she went into a squirming frenzy. After a minute or two she was still.
I had my arms full of Diana. I stroked her hair.
“Did she hurt you slave?”
“Yes, Master.” She looked at me.
“Oh my word, you’re going to have a shiner there,” I said, looking at her darkening eye.
“There’s more.”
She disengaged herself from my arms, and began to strip off, When she was naked she turned slowly round showing me the marks of the riding crop. Ruth had been pretty free and indiscriminate with it.
That was something else I had remembered about slaves; you do not allow anyone else to damage your property, it is under your protection. Not to mention the fact that over the last few hours the love that I had always had - but rather forgotten – for my wife had resurfaced and I was full of tenderness for her. But I had an implacable fury for the woman on the floor.
I looked down at the woman on the floor.
“You are going to pay dearly for this.” I said.
Diana caught my attention.
“We should get her strung up, Master.”
There was a snort from the floor. Strung up or Master? Who knows?
I caught hold of Ruth by the feet and hauled her through into the family room, and under the arch. Leaving her there for a moment I fetched the ropes and pulleys, the cleats having been left in place. I quickly set up and attached the ropes to the wrist cuffs. Motioning Diana to take up the slack on one rope, I did the same with the other. Leaving a little play, I unclipped the shackles from each other freeing her arms, and we both quickly hauled away, every time she moved and gave us some slack we took it up. Ruth fought like a tigress, but it was really a foregone conclusion, she had to stand and her arms went up over her head. We got her to the point where she was on tiptoe and made the ropes fast. It was then no great difficulty to get the ropes on her ankle cuffs and spread her legs out. This time I did not let her keep her feet on the floor and in a few minutes she was hanging from her wrists, her feet just off the ground.
“Lunch,” I said.
“Yes, Master.”
After I had finished my sandwich, so rudely interrupted, and Diana had eaten we went back into the other room. Our captive was gently swinging. I was a bit concerned because from somewhere in the back of my mind I recalled that being in this position for too long, that is with hands up high, could cause breathing difficulties. I let her down so that her weight was on her feet. She immediately tried to kick me, but fell, putting a sudden strain on her arms. She grimaced.
“We’ve plenty of room for a woodland burial,” I said to Diana, “But not just yet.”
“Right,” I addressed Ruth, “I want to know where the tape you made is.”
She shook her head.
“OK. Diana, do you want to do the honours, or shall I?” I was holding up the scissors
.
Ruth’s eyes bulged and she made some gurgling sounds, seemingly unaware of what was about to happen. She soon found out. Diana remembered what I had done to her, and set to with a will. In a few minutes Ruth was naked, her clothes, or the remains of them were piled to one side.
I was standing in front of her where Diana joined me.
“Are you going to tell...” her head shook vehemently.
I turned and picked up the whip.
“Master... ?”
I handed the whip to Diana. She felt the weight of it and swished it a few times. She stepped round behind Ruth, flicked the whip down and back and then swung it upwards with some force landing right between Ruth’s legs, the ends curling around her mons. If I had thought her eyes bulged before, they now appeared to be on stalks. Jesus, I thought, that must’ve hurt, wherever did Diana learn that one?
A fast slash to each buttock followed, and then she came around the front. Ruth was writhing with pain and making a curious horn-like sound through the hole in the gag. I was standing well back when the next blows turned out to be a vicious downward cut across each tit.
“Enough!”
Diana lowered the whip. I looked at Ruth.
“Well?”
She nodded. I stepped forward and removed the gag.
“It’s in my locker at the gym,” she sobbed.
“How many copies are there?”
“Only one, I don’t know how to copy it.”
“And the keys?”
“In my car.”
“The gym will be closed at the moment,” said Diana.
I looked at Ruth and raised an eyebrow.
“The keys are all together, you’ll need the code for the alarm. It’s 1815”
“Good heavens,” I said. “I should think half the alarms in the country work to that one.”
I turned to Diana.
“You’d better get some kit on, I think someone will notice if you go like that.”
She grinned and left.
“Oh, take Ruth’s car, and bring her some clothes if there are any” I called after her.
Just in case, the car would confuse anyone who noticed. A few minutes later I heard her leave.
I sat down and looked at our captive.
“What are you going to do with me? She asked in a rather tremulous little voice.
“I’m thinking about it,” I replied.
“You’re going to bury me in the woods.”
I looked at her. “Why? You haven’t died.”
“But you said...”
“Oh, right, yes,” I said. “No, I was concerned that you might have difficulty breathing hanging by your arms, I wasn’t thinking of how to dispose of you. I’ve no intention of keeping you, you have no hand to play now. I, on the other hand, have hours of video, and the ability to copy it, and put it on the net.”
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