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Driver Ch. 02

By: parawa



Some background to put the House and its folk into their setting. Not much sex, sorry.

*****

The sun was well up in the sky when I drove back through the electric gate. It was another warm and hazy autumn day. I would follow my routine and allow the feelings to sort themselves out over time.

The van went into the left bay of the six-car garage and I spent a few minutes washing and stowing the apparatus in the space beneath the rear seats. I had disconnected it in a rush before the airport pick up, but always made the vehicle ready before I went to bed. This routine had paid off already more than once.

I needed to work my body before I would sleep, so I walked around the side of the big house and across the sloping lawn to the 20 metre pool overlooking the Bay. I stripped and put my clothes on the bench under the canopy. My cock was still semi-erect and I remembered her. Failing to use a condom had already made us complicit. 

The salted water felt clean and tasty as I drove through it. Thirty lengths later I felt tired and calm, with my shoulders and legs aching a little. I pulled myself out and lay on the terracotta paving next to the pool. Five minutes on each side and I was dry enough to gather my clothing and walk back to the garage, naked. I climbed the steps to the verandah above the garage doors and noted that both Jackie's and Natalie's blinds were still closed.

Once I had closed my own blinds, set the heat pump down to 27⁰ and swallowed half a litre of lemon water, my bed looked irresistible. I was asleep immediately.

---(;)---

My watch showed 2.30pm when I surfaced. I was feeling much revived. I could hear the steady clang of the weights in the sixth bay of the garage beneath me as Fred worked. His huge frame needed a lot of upkeep. Despite his size and fearsome appearance he was a gentle and well-educated man, perfect for the role he served here.

He had charm and good instincts around people which was valuable when trouble developed. "These people are here for therapeutic reasons, Jim. Violence and abuse are their heritage, to play in a safe environment is healing. If they break the boundaries sometimes we need to manage them, not reject them." He spoke gently as usual. His calm and size had shown their worth at times since I had been working here.

I put on a light shirt and shorts, then made the bed and went down and across to the main house. There was fresh coffee and juice in the staff dining room, plus croissants and a rich selection of fruit. The food was wonderful, the day staff cared for us with generosity. There would be a main meal around 6pm before the working night began.

Natalie said "Ni hao, lover", as she poured my coffee. "Was there bad traffic around Causeway Bay this morning? Your drop-off took a long time..." My hand swatted her bum with a satisfying slap. She was wearing a light cotton sundress that barely covered her backside, (obviously) no underwear and a coloured dragon tattoo that started on her bare shoulder and ended with its tail wrapped around her upper thigh. She giggled and pouted, "if only you were serious about your spanking." 

She was the antidote to all my preconceptions about Chinese women. Tall and slim with short hair and large dark eyes, she was about 24 years old and the most uninhibited woman of any sort I had ever had the pleasure to meet. She fucked both men and women with vigour and seemed open to any activity, with boundless energy. She had come to my rooms a couple of times and had left me gasping, exhausted. I had seen her come from Jackie's room once and I know she slept with Colette too. 

She was eating a huge breakfast of spicy tofu soup and fried bread sticks- her appetite for food was big too. 

Fred came in, coated in sweat and helped himself to the coffee. I asked "what's on the schedule for tonight? Any long trips for me?" 

"We'll all be busy. Two rooms will be in use and there is a group for dinner as well. Jackie will be taking the other car to collect one couple from the far side of Kowloon. The other three are all from the Island, so should be straightforward enough. You will need to eat early though, the dinner party starts at nine. That group will be staying the night upstairs. Natalie, honey, I want you to give them your full attention- the management want them to be happy." As he said this he looked at her with his eyebrow raised.

"Any clues about what they like, boss?" She asked, but he shook his head.

"I expect they will like you, so just improvise- I trust your instincts." His low rumbling voice continued. "Jim, Jackie knows about the driving, and he and Colette will be setting up the rooms later. Only one couple has asked for our help, so they will be on first call. Can you watch the screens?"

"No worries, Fred. Want some juice?" I held out a glass and Natalie grabbed it before he could reach it. I poured him another and gave it to him. She was always trying to arouse him one way or another. I suspect he was the only one who had not fucked her and that made him a challenge for her. 

Fred made his way out again towards the cottage where he and Colette lived. None of us lived in the House, it was just our workplace. While they shared the small house, I don't know if they shared a bed- they were both great at keeping secrets.

My breakfast was welcome and filling, I took the chance to practice some Mandarin with Natalie, while she leaned back on the bar stool opposite me, legs wide and cunt glistening. She was teaching me filthy Mandarin and about perversions the Chinese had enjoyed for centuries. I had only basic skills in the language anyway, so had to be careful when I spoke to others after her lessons. Luckily most Hong Kong folk spoke Cantonese.

The cook came in to clear the dishes away and looked hard at Natalie. The girl stood up and smoothed the dress down, then said "zai tian, Jimmy, it's been my pleasure, as always." She walked over to the stairs to look over the upstairs suite. She was hard working and efficient, as well as a total slut.

I asked the cook if she needed to go down to the market for tonight's meal. She did, and went away to gather her bags and hat. She had a drawer in the kitchen with wads of cash from which she took a sample, to bargain was her best sport. I got my hat and a bag, then backed out the Mercedes limo, which was totally inappropriate for a shopping trip to the market, but it hadn't been driven for two weeks and the cook loved to travel in the back.

Dropping her by the market, I agreed to pick her up in forty minutes. That gave me just enough time to find a park near the Aberdeen Typhoon Shelter. I took my hat and released my rowing skiff, put it in the water and stepped in. Five energetic minutes later I was at my boat, tied on and climbed aboard. She was my luxury, as my other expenses were mostly covered by the House, I had some disposable income. This old yacht helped to use a lot of it. I unlocked the hatch and went below, sniffing for unusual smells. 

Raising the floor hatch I started to sponge out the bilge, the water was not too dirty which was pleasing. It had been two weeks since I had been aboard and a storm had hit last weekend. I tipped the bucket over the side, then closed the floor. Going on deck I checked the sail cover (tight) and the warp to the buoy she swung from. I found only minimal wear. I opened the motor box cover under the cockpit steps and disconnected the battery, which I swung up on deck. Locking the hatch again I got down into the skiff, heaved the battery down carefully then rowed back ashore. 

The Merc was hot from the sun despite the white paint (just like Marcos' one), but soon cooled as I drove to collect cook and her bags. The car smelt of fresh vegetables by the time we were back at the House. I put the huge car back in the garage then put the battery on the charger. 

Jackie was out on the lawn speaking to his undergardener- the guy who did the actual work. Jackie's job did not in truth have much to do with spades and mowers, but he did take oversight of the grounds. I walked around by the pool to where I could get a better view of the Bay below. Colette was swimming steady fast lengths in a black one-piece suit with almost no back to it. 

Calling to Jackie I suggested he take the BMW for his travel tonight. It had been little used recently. He agreed as he liked to drive it. He waved to the lawn guy, and headed back to the House, pausing to watch Colette do a couple of lengths. She was like a seal in the water, making effortless tumble turns at each end. 

Unlike all the others, I had never seen Colette naked, or even nearly so. She was sexually active with the customers when needed, but remained covered. I was intrigued by her and wanted to break into her secret world, yet feared the consequence of prying. 

I took a green tea from the kitchen back to my rooms to upload the day's menu to my tablet. One threesome, one couple and the dinner party of four. No specialist transport requirements-all would be keeping their clothes on while in transit- dull, dull. Jackie would deal with the three, mine were the rest.

Once at the House the trio would be self-entertaining, the couple would be dealt with by Colette and Jackie and I would be helping Natalie and Fred with the dinner group. When I was not needed I would be watching the screens that kept an eye on the rooms. Strong restraints were to be used for the trio and the couple had asked for a frame. 

While no return times were specified, I guessed I would have the last of them home well before dawn. A quiet night which would not be very busy would let me think more than was comfortable. 

I did the minimal housework my tiny flat needed (pride would not let me use the maid's help) then showered and laid out my clothes for the night. Mormon-style pale shirt and dark pants, but no tie, thank god. I was still adapting to the tropical climate after the higher latitudes where I had been living. Jackie was wearing a jacket some nights now, not an option for me.

When I had my pants on, but no shirt, I noticed Colette in the driveway. She seemed undecided as to what she should do-very unusual for her. She had a sarong wrapped around her hips, and wore her moist black swimsuit casually with heavy sensuality. 

I finished dressing then made my way to the House for my dinner.

The others were there before me, enjoying Cook's delicious food. There was banter between Natalie and Jackie, with Fred adding a word or two. Colette spoke little, as usual and was now clad in a very ordinary house dress, like the Parisienne femme de menage she might pass for.

The sun had passed behind the hill to the west and dusk was advancing rapidly as I went to the garage again. 

---(;)---

The night had not been quite as relaxing as I had hoped. The group using the upper House had been demanding, needing male help with the two submissive women despite Natalie's best efforts with her strap-on. Both women were used repeatedly by their male companions as well as Fred and I. They were not young, though still attractive, and seemed well-used to such treatment. There were times when each of them had two cocks within her. The table, sofa and floor carpet were all used for fucking. Natalie helped to put them to bed around 3.30am.

My hours were nominally dusk to dawn, but I was going to be late to bed. Dawn was breaking as I walked with the couple to their apartment. I left them at their door and returned to street level in the Central area. I had a ten minute walk to the van, due to the road closures from the Occupy group. Those young people were starting to come to life- dutiful students back to class by breakfast time, but on the barricades each night.

As I crossed De Voeux Road a taxi stopped on the other side and she got out. Despite conservative business attire it could be no other. She walked efficiently to a nearby building and mounted the stairs to the door. I whistled loudly, she turned to look and waved as she spotted me across the street, and then she stepped inside a building that was too high for me to see its top.

When I had opened the van, I opened WeChat and messaged "I'd like to meet you on Monday. Are you available?" Almost immediately she responded with "Yes".

Driver Ch. 03



The story continues with a new venue, same characters. Thanks to my readers who comment and support my work. 

*****

9 am Monday morning found me outside her door again. The view was just as impressive in daylight. I would never tire of watching the constant activity on the Harbour. Sea water was in this city's veins.

Her door was slightly ajar so I pushed and walked in, leaving my shoes and bag just inside. 

In the centre of the large room beyond her lobby she was kneeling naked with her hands behind her back, legs spread widely, on the fawn cashmere blanket I had used to enwrap her. Her eyes were cast down at my legs and there was a small smile on her face.  

Reaching my hand forward I walked slowly around her, resting it on her head, slowly twisting my fingers in her short hair. At full circle I used the painful grip to draw her to her feet- she managed to rise clumsily, hissing with the discomfort. I pulled her to me in a deep kiss while I gripped her breast hard with my other hand. She responded eagerly with her mouth, opening to my invasion. I moved my hand down her body to probe her crotch, which opened wetly to my fingers. I explored within her for a time, feeling her mould herself to me. 

"Delicious", I said, releasing her and standing straight again. "There will be more time for that later, but now we have to go. Let's pick something for you to wear. I would love to show you to the world as you are, but we need to cover you for the taxi." 

She walked ahead into the bedroom and swung open the mirrored door to her large wardrobe. She walked in and reached for a rack of dresses on the left. "These are what I was permitted to wear for my Master when we went out together. Or you may pick anything else for me." She spoke quietly with an accent, then stood with her hands behind her back.

Taking a couple of dresses to look at, I picked a yellow halter sundress with a low back and short skirt. Handing it to her I watched her put it on- the fit was great, it was tight to her, and showed the upper curve of her breasts nicely. Her legs were well displayed also. I traced the edge of the material from her neck down to the lowest point of her back with my fingers-feeling her tremble a little. I reached for a wide sunhat and put it in her hand, then put some light leather sandals in the other one.  

As we went to the door she gestured to her handbag and smartphone on the bedside table, but I shook my head-"You won't need those today, you are with me." At the door she took my right hand and raised it to the inside pad. She said a few words in Cantonese and a green light came on.

"You can come in here at any time now. This links to the building's security hub, so all parts of the building are accessible to you. I hope you will make use of it." Her need was evident in her voice. 

The lift had a mirror wall and I enjoyed the view of her standing beside me looking utterly desirable. In the bedroom I had been tempted to abandon my plans and stay there for several hours. This would be better, in the long run.

It took only a moment to flag down a taxi, and climb in the well-used Toyota. My request to go "to Aberdeen please," seemed to produce confusion for him, so she said it again in Cantonese. The car took off rapidly and joined the unruly traffic.

My arm went around her and pulled her close beside me. She accepted the chance and pressed herself to me. I stroked her breast through the light fabric and kissed her lightly again. I pulled her thighs apart to put my hand on her cunt and caught the driver glancing back in the mirror. He smiled and looked away, this might make his day. 

Three fingers entered her as we went into the tunnel and her breathing became uneven. I pulled them out and tasted her then let her lick my fingers. She was spread open against the seat back, thighs wide as her eyes. I pulled her breasts out of the halter and smiled at the driver again-he was not watching the road, much.

I paid him at the waterfront in Aberdeen, and we walked around to where the skiff was stored. Her expression was curious, beneath the hat, though she knew to say nothing. After launching the skiff and bringing it round to the small jetty, I handed her down to sit in the stern.

When I was also on my seat, I spread her legs to straddle mine, then took the oars. As I pulled steadily out into the main shelter, dodging moored boats of all kinds, I looked her over, noting the worried expression. I asked her "can you swim?"

She hesitated, then said "only a little, and I have never swum in the sea".

My smile was wide as I told her, "we will put that right later, sweetheart." Then we were at my boat, so she did not have time to arrive at the question of which option I had meant.

I tied on to the cleat on the boarding platform, stepped on board then held my hand for her. She stood uncertainly as the skiff wobbled and I pulled her up easily to stand beside me. The motion of the yacht was much gentler than the skiff's, but she held me anyway. I didn't mind.

"First rule on board is to hold on to something at all times. The second rule is to do what the Captain tells you, without delay. Third is that crew wear no clothes-give me your dress. Keep your hat on- you need it." Her left hand went to the backstay and the right unclipped the halter behind her neck. The top fell forward, then she unzipped the back part and it fell around her feet on the platform. Scooping it up, I then opened the small door in the stern and guided her into the small cockpit. Her hand I placed on the boom, then I tossed the dress on a side seat and turned to unlock the hatch. 

I went below, opened the fore hatch for fresh air, then took the pump container of sunblock back up to the cockpit. I placed her other hand on the boom and proceeded to spread the thick cream all over her body, focusing on those parts that rarely saw sun. While this was necessary and a pleasure, I hated the taste of this stuff. She was panting by the time I finished her.

Going back below, I turned on the (newly charged) battery, then cranked the motor to start it. The small auxiliary quickly settled to a quiet chug in neutral and I flicked the other switches for radio, GPS and depth sounder. I also started the coffee machine.

I moved her to sit on the starboard seat out of the way, then took the skiff from the stern forward and moored it securely to the buoy, lashing the oars to the coachroof. Returning to the cockpit I unclipped the sail cover and handed it to her, pointing to a storage hatch in the opposite seat. Bless her, she folded it neatly and stowed it away. I grinned at her and she smiled gently back.

"When I call to you, I want you to move this lever forward a notch, then put it back to neutral again. I am going to drop the mooring so we can leave. The correct response is 'aye aye', Captain." My instructions were direct and I showed her the way to move the throttle.

"Aye aye, Captain" she replied so I freed the halyard and went forward to the mooring line. I pulled us toward the buoy and called her to engage the engine. Her 'Aye aye, Captain' was clear, she was less than ten metres away.

I released from the mooring, retrieving and stowing the line, then barefooted back to the cockpit and swung the wheel hard over to pass beside the buoy. I always loved the moment when she moved free of restraint and smiled and pulled my crew into a hug to share the moment. I kept her beside me as I steered a path between other craft, enjoying the slightly greasy feel of her skin.

We were soon out of the typhoon shelter and some waves made her feel more lively. I put the wheel in her hands and made her spread her legs wider for stability as I hauled on the line to release the headsail, set it then put some serious muscle into raising the main. A couple of turns of the winch and I felt the sails fill with the light morning breeze and the tiny ship came alive. 

Killing the motor, I told her, "point the bow towards that marker over there. Call me if any other boat is coming near us." I looked at her-she looked worried, but still responded correctly. I went below to change and make coffee. 

Clad in sailing kit- old canvas shorts, broad brim hat and a light long-sleeved shirt I returned to her, with a coffee in my hand. "Do you like coffee, honey?" She shook her head so I sat beside her and sipped the hot dark brew while I stroked her back and bottom. She was tense as she focused on the responsibility I had given her.

"You need to relax a little-it's not like a car, it won't crash if you look away. Let the wheel move with the waves, just keep an eye on that marker and point for it." As I spoke, my fingers moved between her legs, stroking the soft skin and feeling her moisture. I moved aft and pushed two fingers inside her, they slipped in easily and I rubbed my thumb on her anus, pushing gently against her. The sunblock provided a modicum of lubrication for my thumb's entry-it might irritate her inside, but she was not resisting me.

Soon I could feel my thumb with my fingers, rubbing each other with only the thin membrane separating them. With my other hand I stroked down from her breasts to her belly, my fingers found her clitoris and began to circle. Her legs trembled a little. 

Having brought her to a higher level of arousal, I returned one hand to the coffee mug, while the other continued to work gently inside her. The boat's motion helped the stimulation, gently rocking her onto my hand. I adjusted the wheel a few degrees, she had lost concentration. 

Twenty minutes later I pulled my fingers from her and stood behind her. I shook her shoulders to wake her from her reverie and pointed to the South. "We will turn in a minute. When I tell you, I want you to turn the wheel hard over this way, then duck when the boom swings across-that will happen very suddenly, so keep your head down. I will be busy with other matters." As I spoke I slapped the boom and waved to show her what I meant. 

"Aye aye, Captain" came her answer.

"Now honey!" I called, released the headsail and felt the bow come around across the wind. She ducked as the boom swung and the sails filled on the new tack. I came around behind her, with a big hug, one hand between her legs and the other arm across her breasts. "I am not finding any reason to punish my crew, yet" I complained.

She leaned back into me, with her hips moving on my hand, and said "perhaps you don't need a reason, Captain. Perhaps you should just beat her for your pleasure? She will not resist you."

We resumed our positions, her braced behind the wheel, me on the other seat with my other hand at work in her. This time I wanted to explore her sensitive spots, so I pushed three fingers deep into her cunt, rubbing hard on its front wall from the rear, as she moaned and flexed her knees wider to give me access. With them well-lubricated I pulled back and pushed two into her rear, stretching her open. 

She yelped and I could feel the ring of muscle pulsing as she fought to allow my entry, against the automatic clench reflex. Once I was firmly inside, I hooked my fingers a little to touch her inner walls. Though she was clearly well-used to anal fucking, I wondered if she had ever been explored in this manner. I knew there would be places where she was more sensitive, and wanted to use them. 

Just inside the muscle's ring I found a response and touched there until she was gasping and moving her hips on my fingers. Her knuckles were tight on the wheel's rim as I brought her to her first orgasm of the morning, my other hand pressing her belly back on to my fingers. She made an animal noise of lust as she shuddered and writhed. I feared that she might dislocate my finger with her spasms. 

Extracting myself from her I pulled her down to half-lie on my lap as I held her. My foot managed the steering as my clean hand stroked her face and throat. 

After a time her eyes opened and she looked up at me. "I thought there was nothing new I could experience after the way I had been used and treated for so many years, but you have given it to me. Thank you, Captain". She half-turned and put her arms around me, pushed her face into my shirt. 

_____(;)_____

We sailed like that for another half-hour, until we were abeam of the point of the Island. The bay I was heading for was around the headland so we turned and sailed downwind for a while until the bay opened to us. Twenty minutes later I was dropping the anchor in five metres of water, with a sandy floor-perfect! There was only a white motor-launch anchored at the other end of the bay, about six hundred metres away.

When the sails were furled, anchor well bedded and enough warp laid out, I walked back to the cockpit, opened the stern door and swung down the swimming ladder. Removing my shirt and shorts I stood beside her and held out my hand, her eyes were wide as I pulled her to her feet. I dropped her hat to the deck and wrapped her in my arms. I carried her to the stern platform, locked my eyes with hers then we toppled together into the warm clear water of the bay. She shrieked as she fell, but had the sense to close her mouth as we met the water.

In the water I held her at arms' length until she calmed a little, coughing water from her mouth. I drew her nearer to me, keeping eye contact, then said, "you will not sink unless you panic. Trust me and lie back on the water with your arms and legs spread wide." She did this, and shortly found she could relax. I held her hand and made her lie still without raising her head. Her face, toes and nipples broke the surface. Luckily the bay was sheltered, so the waves were tiny.

I moved to lie beneath her, giving slight support. She reached behind and fondled my cock, half hard as it had been all morning. 

We had drifted a short way from the yacht so I said "time for a swimming lesson." I turned her head towards the stern and told her to kick her legs, keeping the knees straight. She tried it and naturally brought her arms to her sides as she began to move. In a minute or two she was gently bumping her head on the stern and I placed her hand on the ladder. As her beautiful wet bottom went past me I could not resist smacking it hard, loving the sound my hand made.

When I was back in the cockpit I sat on the side bench and pulled her over my lap. I spanked her bum, thighs and the point where the two met for a few minutes, until my hand was sore. She was moaning and moving on me as I worked at her. I raised her up, moved her to the wheel and pushed her back against it. I placed her hands behind the wheel to grip the spokes, then addressed her body from the front again. 

A swift slap to each side of her face made her redden, then two more to each still-wet breast had her gasping as I forced her legs apart and drove my hard cock inside her. She was very tight and wet and responded urgently as I took my pleasure in her- enjoying the feeling of her cunt gripping my cock. She wrapped her legs around me to pull me closer. 

She was gasping as her climax approached and I pushed my face next to hers to say, "do you want to know how many other women's cunts my cock has been inside this week, my filthy slut? Seven, also five had me in their arses and nine in their mouths. Other women pay me richly to use them and make them feel dirty, to give them pain and humiliation that satisfies their shame. You get me for nothing." My hissed words had their effect and she came, fighting for breath, while the contractions of her cunt gripped me and gave me my release, I squirted my semen deep within her. 

While I took great pleasure in my paid work, what I did still shocked me and had great power for others, like this woman.

As I softened I stayed within her as long as possible, holding her and the wheel. When my cock slipped out at last I heard a soft wet gasp behind and turned to see a masked face in the water astern, with snorkel and long hair. I wondered how long she had been watching us, but waved anyway. She turned and swam off briskly in embarrassment, crimson-clad bum and flippers breaking the surface. Only one of her hands had been above the water...

I led my lover down to the table in the cabin, where I laid out a meal of cheeses, cold meat, salad, various pickles and breads, including Cook's croissants. I bade her drink the cool water beside her, then opened a bottle of bubbly- I felt like celebrating. I drank the first glass down quickly, then poured another as she sipped more delicately. 

"I find you fascinating, so gentle and generous, yet clearly you are strong and use power in your work. It is surprising to show me such submission so soon since we met. I love to indulge myself in you- you respond so richly. Your master must have brought out your submission over a long time. He was a lucky man to find such a slave. 

"Tell me what you desire from me, and please speak honestly. As you said, I will punish you anyway, for my enjoyment and yours. I want to know how you have felt so far today. My goal was to take you away from any of your comfort zones, even the House, to have you in my control utterly. On my yacht I am king and you are powerless, dependant on me for survival. In the water you overcame your panic with me beside you. How did you feel?" I locked eyes with her as I spoke and she looked back calmly.

"I love what you do to me and I want more." She licked her lips and sipped more champagne as she spoke. "I loved the terror of falling in the water with you and the relief of being rescued. I loved the orgasm you gave me after tormenting my bottom for so long- such a new and special gift for me. 

"I love being your crew, to be obedient in a risky situation makes me wet. To have no clothes or possessions of my own is so liberating. To be your tool for pleasure is my joy today. I am yours, please use my body in any way you wish, I am strong and will always say yes to you.

"I love your yacht, and this is perfect food and a fine wine to suit it. I was hungry for food too." Her smile was genuine and her eyes looked into mine a long moment. She showed her strong appetite for eating.

A short time later, I was feeling a little sleepy from the wine, the heat and a short night as clients had left late this morning. I sat on the wider bunk and beckoned her to me, saying, "it's time for my dessert, dear." 

Pushing her back on the bunk, I spread her legs widely and stroked her thighs and belly. My mouth found her breast and licked the salt from her skin, around and up and down, not touching the nipples. I licked further down, beside her navel, and across her belly, the salt adding a lovely taste. Her cunt was a heady mix of woman and the sea and I enjoyed her at length, with her muscles starting to twitch again. 

I groped behind me to find the bottle and dribbled the last of the wine into her vulva, swirling my tongue around to catch every drop as she writhed beneath me. 

I flopped beside her and knew nothing for a while. 

Some alteration in the yacht's motion must have woken me. I stood and looked out the cabin windows. The launch had gone and the wind was rising. The sun was getting low so we should leave soon. 

First things first, I went up the steps to the cockpit and pissed from the stern platform. She came beside me silently and reached to hold my half hard cock as the flow waned. She touched the stream, then bent to lick the last drops from me, licking her fingers too. 

"Captain, I need to piss too- how should I do it?" She looked at me with a small smile as she said this.

"Spread your legs wide," I told her. "Push your hips forward and hold your cunt lips open. I will hold you steady from behind. That's right, girl, now do it!" As her flow began the white launch appeared almost silently from the far side, and cruised past about forty metres away. A woman in a red bikini held up her phone to record what we were up to. I waved at her and the man in the driving station above her. He ignored me and she kept filming until the show was over.




Driver Ch. 03



My crew had her eyes closed, so I showed her the other boat. She stood still, her hands still on her cunt and her legs wide, until the launch was well away. 

_____(;)_____ 

The wind had freshened a lot, so it was a tough beat out of the bay, with a certain amount of tense yelling from Captain to green crew. She was smart and could follow an order when it was needed, without questioning. We rounded the headland and turned downwind, headed back for the Shelter in the far distance. 

I always loved the downwind run, the noise of wind and gear stilled, the ship sped forward without seeming to strain and conversation was easier. 

I stood behind her at the wheel, holding her breasts as she steered. This was a good chance for interrogation, but we would be back at the mooring quickly.

"Tell me about your experiences. I want to know if you really understand what you are offering to give me. For instance, have you had a man's fist in your cunt? Have you had your cunt whipped directly? Have you had needles put in your body?" As I spoke, my hand cupped her sex, feeling the flow of moisture increase. 

"Captain, I will do all those things when you want me to". Her voice was steady." My Master had started training me to take a whipping directly to my cunt, though it was very difficult for me. He was fond of needle play and while he was so ill he had plenty of access to needles and used them, as he could do little else to me.

"My cunt has never been fisted by a man, though a woman did it once. Her hand was small, but it felt very intense. I loved it, but I had been very aroused for many hours first. I would ask that you start slowly when you do this." She was moving her hips, grinding her vulva against my hand. 

A small rusty harbour container shuttle was pushing out of the bay we were entering, its' pug-nosed bow smashing the waves. As we passed close under its' side, she was in clear view of the skipper and mate on the bridge, who came out on the wing to get a closer look. I turned my woman to face them and raised her leg to the side bench so she was spread open. They cheered and one of them went for his phone to take a picture, before they passed. 

"Perhaps I will give you to a boat's crew for a night. I will present you naked as they leave the dock. Does the idea of serving many dirty, rough men excite you? Their crew quarters will be smelly and their cocks sweaty and foul-tasting as you suck them. They will share you and use you until you collapse." My fingers probed deeply inside her as I said this. She was writhing around to impale herself on them.

"Whatever you wish for me, Captain. My body is yours to show or give as a gift." She spoke in short gasps as her climax approached. Her hands gripped the wheel more tightly as I lifted her, opened my shorts and lowered her onto my cock from behind. A few quick thrusts and she was moaning and gripping me tightly with her internal muscles. I pulled out and changed her angle slightly to enter her anus, pushing firmly past the muscles. She cried out as if in pain and her head lolled forward as her orgasm broke on her.

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Ten minutes later I was picking up the mooring, having enjoyed sailing right to it, timing the final upwind turn perfectly to be dead in the water at the right moment- lovely! Another ten and the sails were furled and covered. I sent her below to clean the galley and pack the leftovers and rubbish from our lunch. She had done it quickly and efficiently, so I kissed her deeply for several minutes.

Handing her the crumpled yellow dress, I changed back into my land clothes, then began the ritual of shutting down the electrics. When the hatch was locked again I handed her down to the skiff. She stood easily despite the rocking, one day on the water had changed her.

As I rowed for the jetty I enjoyed the view of her spread legs, and moved my bare toe to explore, which made her giggle. 

The sun had gone behind the hill as I put the skiff back in storage, though the wind stayed warm on my skin. We began walking to the road, and I said, "I have not finished with you yet, but I want your consent for something before we go further tonight. Let's stop here for a few minutes."

The small bar overlooked the Shelter with its rich mix of pleasure and work boats. We picked a table on the deck over the water. Fred, Jackie, Natalie and I sometimes came here to relax after a long night. In many ways we were a normal working team and needed to deprogram after work. They made an excellent western-style breakfast here and served beer anytime. Colette rarely joined us.

I ordered my favourite IPA and a glass of Bourgogne for her. I sensed she was a red wine woman, on zero evidence other than watching her lips. I paused to order my feelings before I spoke.

"It is not possible for you to come to my small apartment, without a lot of arrangement in advance. My accommodation is provided by my employer, and you understand their desire for privacy. Also I do not want my workmates to know that I am seeing a client out of work time. 

"My yacht is small and not luxurious, though I love it dearly. To be frank, there is not enough room inside to swing a cat. It is my fondest possession, even if I share it with the Bank. I prefer not to spend this night there with you, but I hope we will do so in the near future." She swirled her wine, sniffed and took a little in her mouth to savour. I sipped my beer before continuing.

"This morning I was very tempted to stay in your apartment, on that creamy bed all day and abandon my plans. Might we go back there for the night? I know it is filled with your master's memory, yet I want to enjoy you in comfort." After delivering my words I watched her savour her wine. She licked her red lips before speaking.

"After the death of my Master, I lived in his apartment, among his things, for a year, grieving. I found myself working longer hours each week and came to know I was avoiding the place and its mix of joy and tragedy. So I moved out and found my own place, where you came for me. It is all my own, though I have saved many treasures from my time with him. 

"The door will open to your hand, as I do. I wish you to treat that apartment as your own, as I hope you will treat me. So far, this has been the most enjoyable day I have had for a long time. Thank you, Captain.

"Also, I have a cat for you to swing." As she said this last, she looked directly into my eyes and smiled a small smile.

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Driver Ch. 04



My hand indeed opened her door, and as we walked in the lights came on automatically, warmly washing the large room. The blanket was still on the floor where we had left it this morning, a little rumpled.

The evening was still young, about seven thirty, and I was feeling hungry. It had been a long time since our lunch, the beer and sex had sharpened my taste buds. 

"Let's order some takeaway dinner" she said (she had read my mind)," and we can eat the leftovers while we wait for it." She took the bag of food into her kitchen and reached for her phone. A short and decisive instruction went over the airwaves. I moved behind her and unzipped the back of her dress, loving the movement of my hands beneath the fabric across her smooth skin. I pulled it up by the hem and she finished the order before she had to raise her arms over her head. 

She leaned back against me with her eyes closed. I wrapped her in my arms as she submitted to me. After a couple of minutes I slapped her sharply on her lower belly where my fingers left a mark on her upper thigh across the crease where her thigh met her crotch. 

"Feed me, sailor!" I ordered and turned back to the lounge, going to the huge window to lose myself in the sight of the city and Harbour for a while. She appeared at my elbow with a bottle of red wine, a bottle of champagne and a can of beer held against her body, raising her eyebrow. The bottle necks nestled between her breasts, indenting her skin lightly.

"We will enjoy alcohol tonight, but we should share a bottle. You know what the takeaways will be, so tell me which will go best with it- bubbly or pinot noir?" She held up the pinot, and I said "fine by me, honey." As she turned away I noticed the label on the bubbly and regretted the choice- a valuable wine I had seen only once at the House- on special order for a client.

I heard the cork drawn, she was decanting the wine as I walked to the low table between the leather couches. The bread, cheese and cold meat leftovers were on the coffee table and my mouth was watering. She curled up beside me on the floor and made up a healthy mouthful for me, passing it to me. I ate gratefully and stroked her cheek as I did. The wine was delicious, and I held the glass to her lips for a taste. She had poured just one, as she had provided just one dish. 

Morsels I fed to her as she knelt which she accepted happily, kissing my fingers which she had licked. It was strange to feel so natural with her so soon. This room was so comfortable and her manner was so accepting that I was disarmed. 

The three-note door chime was clear but not intrusive. She rose and looked at me, until I gestured to the blanket, which she wrapped around herself. The uniformed waiter pushed a trolley with a silver cover towards the dining table, where he set the meal on the snowy cloth. He was trying not to look at the blanket-wrapped woman. The smell from the dishes was wonderful and reawakened my hunger. I had no idea what takeaways she had ordered, but this was not in the range of my expectation

She dismissed the server and closed the door behind him. As she waved me toward the table she said, "there is a restaurant on an upper floor of this building, that makes great food, quickly. Please enjoy yourself." She folded the fawn blanket and laid it on the back of the leather couch where I had been sitting.

The places were set either side of a corner of the table where we could sit close together. She brought my wine and the carafe over and placed it between us. She topped up my glass and held it for me.

I sat before she did, and reached around her waist and drew her to me to kiss, while my hand gripped her buttock, stroking the muscle and the cleft. She responded, kissing back wetly with her mouth wide open to me. 

The meal was fantastic- light, delicious and nourishing, washed down with her fine wine. I felt her eyes on me as we ate, her tongue came out to lick food from her fork, more than was necessary. I fed her from time to time, which she took hungrily.

My dish was clean, so I was in a mood to play. I put my fingers in the sauce, then smeared it down her chest, being rough with her. I took her fork from her and put my hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down to the remaining creamy pasta on her plate. She obediently began to lick from the plate, chasing the food a little around the slippery surface. By the time she had finished, her chin and cheeks were slimy with the food, with even a little above her left eyebrow. She was smiling happily, too.

"Clean up here," I instructed her. "Bring the wine to the bedroom, then meet me in the bathroom, and don't touch yourself- your body is mine tonight."

"Aye aye,Captain." Her response was quick and happy. She went to work. 

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The beer and wine had worked on my bladder. I went to the bathroom through her bedroom and was opening my pants when she came in behind me. She brushed my hands from my fly and loosened the belt, on her knees-I went along with her. She drew me towards the shower booth, leaving my pants behind and kneeled before me, holding my cock and looking up at my face. I had no choice but to release over her-she closed her eyes and moved her head so that her face and hair were soaked. The look of peace on her face was stunning. 

As I finished, she cleaned my cock with her mouth, then stood and took off my shirt, letting me smell the musky odour. When she had me naked she reached for the shower head, turned on the water and passed it to me when the water had warmed. There was shower gel close to hand, but I rinsed her first, wiping her off with my other hand. The gel let me work on her muscles and probe all her places. I hooked it back to the fitting and used both hands on her back and front together, feeling her breathing rise and fall quickly. 

Slapping her lightly on her breast to open her eyes, I handed the shower head to her, to work on me. A few minutes later she had cleaned me, then dried me with a rich bamboo fibre towel, before she dried herself. 

She turned down the sheet on the creamy bed, showed me the light and a/c controls, then went out of the room. She returned with a lit candelabra, which she put on a dresser, then doused the light. I looked at her bookshelf as she left the room again. There were lots of classics, mostly 20th Century writers, with some quality erotica. Here were several plain folders, which contained printouts of other writings from the web.

A small cough made me turn. She was kneeling on the bed in the centre, naked, hands behind her, with a glossy leather cat across her thighs.

Beside her were a leather blindfold and a ball gag, offered to me.

Taking the hint, I lifted her short hair and put the blindfold over her eyes. She sighed as the darkness settled over her. I whispered in her ear, "I want to hear what I do to you. Please oblige me. The neighbours will have to be tolerant." She nodded and I felt her tremble a little. 

The whip was a thing of beauty, supple leather, nicely weighted and about half a metre long. I swung it a few times to get the feeling for its use, then dragged the thongs across her shoulders and down her front. 

"Put your hands on your head and kneel up, please. I took her under her (damp) armpits and raised her until she was well exposed. Her breasts were raised in offering, her knees widespread. I stroked her vulva which was very wet- she gasped and I wiped my fingers on her breast, then thrust them in her mouth.

I moved to grip her chin and swung the whip against her bottom, only half-hard, yet she moaned. I worked it mildly up her back to her shoulders, then back down to her thighs. The strips of leather were only five millimetres wide and half that in thickness, giving them weight. While I was not putting much force into these strokes, the impact was more intense for her. The strands' suppleness wrapped to her skin. 

No marks were raised but she was showing pinkness and moving her hips. 

My next strokes were to her breasts, gently at first and down her belly too. She shook to maintain her posture and did so bravely. I returned to her backside, a few strokes with some real force which made her begin to moan more and more loudly. I worked up and down her back, including the inside of her thighs, again gently at first.

A single very hard blow across her bum made her scream, then I turned to her front again, whipping firmly across her belly and a couple across her breasts. I made a gentle blow upwards to her vulva too. These had her moaning and gasping with each stroke of the lovely whip. 

Bringing the whip to her lips I had her kiss it. "Stay as you are, please" I murmured. She nodded, and some more tears ran from under the blindfold.

My bag was beside the door where I had left it. The lotion was still there and I dipped my fingers into it as I returned to her. I started with her breasts, then her back, thighs and bum were anointed. Lastly I worked it into the scarlet skin of her bottom, working on it for a goodly time, lastly slipping between her legs to the last strikes' site.

My arms wrapped around her body and held her tightly to me. She was quivering as I laid her down on the smooth sheet. "Please fuck me, Captain, take me and use me. I am so close, please make me come!"

So I did. And she did.

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We were drifting in the afterglow of the intense lovemaking, nestled together despite the warmth of the night. 

Rising, I filled our wine glasses again and offered a toast. "To our first night together, my dear." The glasses clinked and we savoured the quality. Taking a little in my mouth I kissed her and shared the fluid, our tongues working it together.

"We have some matters to decide, my dear. I asked for you to give me this day, which has been wonderful for me. Can you give me time tomorrow, too? I don't want to finish yet." I spoke into her ear as I cuddled her chest to breast, with one hand in her hair and the other on her lower back.

She kissed along my neck and reached down to hold my moist cock in her small hand. "I hoped we would stay together for the night, Captain, so I have no bookings for the morning. I have a commitment in the afternoon that would be hard to break, but I can be yours again for the evening from dusk. I would love to be with you and continue what we have started. 

"Your whipping was delicious-I had forgotten the emotions that it brings. The fear and anticipation beforehand, the pain which I hate yet crave, and the rush of sensations that mix within me. I love the pain, it takes me to a dark true place deep inside me. Please give me more- do not be gentle with me, take control and drive me deeper." Her eyes were wet as she spoke. I could feel her tiny sobs.

I eased my cock inside her and moved gently for a time, before I became more vigorous. Our sweaty skin slapped together. I pulled out of her and turned her to lie on her front, pulling her arms behind her, gripping her wrists. I jammed a large pillow under her hips and could feel my cock stroking against the front of her cunt as I went back inside her. She moaned steadily in a rising cadence until she writhed and gripped my cock with her muscles. I came copiously in her.

I was still hard, so withdrew and pushed into her rear without preparation, making her gasp with the pain. There was another small orgasm for her. 

"Thank you, sir."

Soon we drifted to sleep.

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The cab dropped me at the foot of the stairs that would lead me up to the House from the sea front. My cock moved against my underwear, made sensitive by her efforts in the morning. She had fed me again, with a delicious Chinese breakfast. 

She had shown me the other rooms in the apartment, where her 'treasures' rested. This was where she had gone last night, to return with the cat. There were various items of torment that she stroked with nostalgia; frames, bars, benches, phalli large and small, vaginal and anal. And whips, canes and crops, of course. There was a shelf with jars and small bits of hardware that looked interesting, for future investigation. 

As I jogged up the steps, my mind went over the situation I was getting into more deeply with this woman. On the practical level, did I want to have a 'busman's holiday' when I was with her? My working nights had me whipping and tormenting other women and men- my days off were calmer, before now. Could I handle such a responsibility, how might it affect me?

Using my code to open the lower gate near the pool, I turned at the lawn edge and checked that my yacht was still in its place. I walked over the lawn, stripping for a quick swim to ease my muscles. Ten minutes later I crossed the drive to my stairs and went into my small flat. I revelled in its minimalist looks- the woman's apartment was wonderful, but after a while opulence grated on me. The luxury of the House was balanced by the simplicity of my little home.

The bag went on the chair and I threw off my sweaty clothes. I showered and washed my hair, strolling naked to the balcony as I dried myself. Nathalie's and Jackie's blinds were open and their windows were wide. There was no sign of any of the other crew-not unusual on the days we were closed. They often went to family on their time off. I threw myself on the bed for a nap, I had had broken sleep the night before and likely would again, for the best of reasons.

It may have been around 2.30 or 3 in the afternoon when I looked out the front again. There was a grey Jaguar parked by the main door, which was unusual of itself. It was very rare that a private car came on to the site, due to the secrecy of our location and the security that protected us. The car must be connected with the House's management- a shadowy body that I had never met. Any matters I had to raise went through Colette, with outcomes reported the same way.

A little later, after I had made some lunch (the House kitchen was closed when the House was), I heard voices and looked out to see three people. They were chatting in the portico with Colette, who was dressed elegantly. There were two men, one large, in middle age and an older thin man with thin white hair. The woman was standing with her back to me. All were dressed in business wear, and seemed to be on friendly terms. 

The bigger man and the woman sat in the front while the older gentleman sat in the back. The car turned briskly, slid down the curved drive and disappeared.

Colette looked around, then visibly relaxed and walked to the corner of the House, reaching behind her to unzip her black dress. Probably going to swim, but naked? As she vanished around the corner her back was fully exposed to my view. The temptation was to dream up an excuse to happen by the pool, but I rejected that as an adolescent ploy-too obvious.

She had inhabited my fantasies for months, both in a sexy way and in curiosity as to what she had to hide. Tattoos, brands, piercings, scars or deformities alternated at the top of my imagined list- all centred on her magnificent bum. I feared I would never find out. Or that I would.

My ground coffee had run very low, so I went to refill it in the main House kitchen. She was indeed swimming, I could see her arms cycling up and down the pool, above the tiled edge. It took a few minutes to find the coffee, so when I looked back out the window she was standing beside the pool, looking out to sea. She was naked, but too far away to see any detail. No major deformity, clearly- the shape was perfect. She turned to gather her black dress and showed her breasts in profile- also outstanding, from my angle.

She held the dress in her arms and walked away towards her cottage. I went back up to my flat to consider my evening. 

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When I entered her apartment it was dark outside. She was standing in the foyer wearing a designer dress that looked sprayed on to her skin. It was midnight blue with silver threads, and as she moved I could see that it was translucent and she was completely naked beneath. There was a deep décolletage, a slit up the thigh nearly to her waist, and clearly no underwear. She swirled before me to show that the back plunged to her lumbar region before acquiring fabric. Her back was sexy as hell and I was pleased there were no stripes evident. 

"This was my master's favourite dress for me. May I wear it and invite you for dinner?" Her voice was happy and she leaned against me. 

My nod was all I could muster, the dress had knocked the wind from me. She took my hand and led me to the treasure room and I worried what was on her kinky mind. Ignoring the torture paraphernalia she went to a rack in the corner and drew out a dark jacket which she offered to me.

"I think this will fit you," she said and opened it for my arm. 

It fit rather well, and we went to the bedroom to check in the mirror. A fine piece of tailoring, it raised my mundane trousers to a more elegant level- worthy of my arm-candy. I smiled at her and said, "do you pick lovers on size, mainly?"

She giggled and stroked the front of my trousers, then led me out the door, to where we waited for the lift. When it arrived she pressed the 'up' button, for the top floor, which surprised me a little.

The top floor was a large and gracious restaurant. We were shown a table in one corner, with floor-to-ceiling windows, a mouth-watering view. She gestured toward me when the sommelier came to offer a bottle of wine. I tasted it and nodded- it was very fine stuff.

We spoke of trivia while we ate some wonderful courses, and asked to take the dessert home with us. Before we left, she took my arm and guided me to a door behind the cashier's desk. It led to stairs which led to the roof. There was a parapet and many antennae but we had come for the view. We were 65 floors above the city with a light breeze and no-one around. I took her over to the parapet, bent her forward at the hips and pulled up the flimsy cloth. My cock was hard and I pushed inside her- she was already very wet. With each thrust her upper body moved over the parapet, her arms hanging forward and down.

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Later in bed, we made love again, but without exotic action-just dirty sexy fucking between two mature happy people. Again I slept wrapped around her and woke in the morning with a smile and an erection. I roused her with my cock, I think she was coming as she woke.

"This is the day on which we met last week," I told her as our breathing recovered. "Wednesday- that's your name now."

She smiled. "Aye aye, Captain."



Driver Ch. 05



Wednesday afternoon's meeting of the House staff was a little unusual, with some new developments announced.

The House was to be the setting for a movie, beginning in one weeks' time. It would be "stylish, tasteful and very pornographic", as Fred stated, and I could not detect any irony in his tone. Colette outlined how the filming would impact on the normal operations of the House. In her view the film would be a daytime activity, while the normal business was all at night. There would be some film and other equipment in evidence in the downstairs rooms, from time to time. We would have to work around it.

"Jim and Jackie, I want you to go into the storage rooms beside the dungeon downstairs. On Friday night we will need the wet room's drainage checked and ready. We have a booking. The other room will be storage for the film crew and needs to be cleared completely by next Wednesday. There is stuff there from before our present operation started, so you may be digging through some history". Colette's voice was crisp but there was a smile on her lips. All I knew was that the House had been through several lives since it was built and the immediate prior operation was as an expensive brothel.

"The upper floor will be totally committed to the filming and crew. Their people will also be fed in our kitchen and dining room. A lot of filming will be done on the main floor here, and also on the terraces outside. The lower level will often be required too.

"Do you have any questions?" She looked around at each of us.

Nathalie was jiggling on her stool, and blurted, "are there any parts for us? It sounds great! I'd love to get involved." 

"Be careful what you ask for. The director has said that there may be a need for extras in several scenes. Everyone's main role is supporting the film crew. Jim and Jackie will be driving a shuttle service morning and evening, as the crew will have their vans on site, so no room for other vehicles. 

"I have told the director that our core business is our first priority, then the staffs' needs, such as sleep. He is aware of that, but I am sure there will be conflicts which we will have to deal with as they arise. If you opt to participate more directly, there will be contracts that are from the film company." Colette looked directly at Nathalie as she said this.

She then made my jaw drop by saying, "I will be one of the lead actors, so Fred will be running the House business for the duration- about one week, they think."

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The wet room had not been used at all while I had worked in the House, though I knew of it. It was accessed through the dungeon, with a tiled floor and walls, many plumbing fittings and several drains in the floor. There were fans for ventilation and a skylight (set in the lawn above) provided natural daylight as we looked around.

The House was an art deco style villa, built in the thirties as a luxury home for a wealthy expat tai-pan (businessman). When the Japanese occupied Hong Kong in the war a General had commandeered it for his own use. The basement rooms had been dug using POW slave labour, as a bomb shelter for him and his household. The real use was for his 'comfort women'- prisoners (Asian and European) who were kept as sex slaves for him and his colleagues. The dungeon dated from that time, and must have been a hard place...

The wet room was filled with odds and ends of gear that had been put there, dungeon gear, pieces of furniture and so forth. There were cabinets and chests in the dungeon and other rooms where most of the things could be stored, it had just been easier to put them in the wet room. In an hour and a half Jackie and I had it cleared and had checked the taps and pipes. We ran water down the drains and found only a slight blockage, which we soon cleared. That was lucky, as we had no interest in exploring the 1930's drainage system. One of the day crew would scrub the tiles in the morning.

The store room was a much bigger proposition- at least 30years' worth of debris to look through and dispose of. We looked in, but left it for later.

By that time dinner was ready and we went up. There were two rooms booked for the evening, and we were both going to make pick-ups. My first pick-up had booked for Nathalie to ride shotgun, for an early start to someone's fantasy. 

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Dressed in a short and flimsy white designer dress, Nathalie attracted lots of attention as we walked the short way from the Vito to the apartment of our clients. It was not so much her beauty, I had decided, but more the confident and free way she walked and looked at everyone around her. Few Chinese dressed the way she did. Confidence and comfort in her own skin were her trademarks.

The couple who met us at their door were an older slim European woman in her 50's with short greying hair, dressed conservatively, and her partner. He was a Chinese man in his thirties, slim and wearing expensive trousers with a designer tee shirt..

Once we had them in the van the trousers came off and he was kneeling naked on the floor. The woman made him kiss her feet, then Nathalie's. I had to watch the road for a time, so when I could next look his head was under Nathalie's skirt and her hands were on the back of his head. The woman pulled out a small flogger and began to work on his back while she tweaked Nathalie's nipples. The girl was a noisy comer-her moans rose as his lips and tongue worked on her. 

When we arrived at the House, he remained naked but for a penis cage and a slave collar. By the woman's dishevelled appearance she had also been served. She took Nathalie's hand and walked decisively into the entrance then to the stairs. The man walked two metres behind them, head bowed and face still damp. I would not be any further part of their evening until they needed to return.

My next pick-up was in one hour, so I tidied the van (what to do with the man's clothes?-I folded them on the front seat), then went in for a cup of green tea. As I filled my cup, Colette came into the kitchen from the hallway. She was dressed in a deep green gown that came well below her knee and was slit high on one thigh. 

I spoke first, "you stunned me with your little announcement earlier. I never dreamed you would appear on screen. You are always so private about displaying yourself. I may get to see you naked after all, even if it is on screen." 

"You saw me well yesterday at the pool, or are your eyes getting weak?" She spoke sharply as she looked at me. She missed little. "The film will be a classic, but will have only a very limited circulation. There are a number of reasons why I am the right woman for the role. 

"One reason is that the action will not be faked- all the whipping and other torture will be done on camera, without doubles or stand-ins or effects. There are other reasons, too, but normal porn actors are not the right people for this one. I am.

"Now you should get yourself to Mong Kok for the next pick-up, shouldn't you?" She reached for the coffee pot as she spoke.

"Were the three in the grey Jaguar from the film company?" Since she knew I had been present I might as well press for more information.

"Nosy man! One was the director, one was the financial backer and the other was representing the management of this House." Her eyes twinkled at me and she added, "you will now go crazy trying to decide who each one was. Now go! Pick-up is at 9.30 sharp." 

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The rest of the week I was indeed obsessing about the three people's roles. Was the woman the director? Was it the old man? The heavy guy? Which was the House management? They weren't just the faceless, nameless trio of rich perverts who made the operation possible, anymore. 

I also had to know Colette's other reasons for taking the lead, especially with what she had told me.

There were a couple of other odd events yet to come that week, too. 

Friday night's booking for the wet room turned out to be a sustained golden shower for a woman who I picked up, with her male partner, from a very impressive house on the Peak. What made them special was her crimson bikini, which she wore from pick-up until long into the night. They were almost certainly the couple from the white launch. She was gorgeous and the bikini had no lining, so became transparent as soon as she was wet. 

Her male partner, who barely spoke but used gestures to control matters, was the first to soak her, pissing in her mouth, hair and whole body. His bladder was impressive. Over the following three hours several House staff, myself included, also sprayed her. The penultimate event was to for her to be filled with a three-litre enema, then whipped while holding it. Her man did a very competent job on her, whipping her breasts, full belly and back with sustained violence. When she was ultimately allowed to release, her orgasm was monumental. 

We took her down from the frame and laid her on the wooden bench. The man sprayed her clean with a hose and warm water. She had little control of her muscles and was mumbling some half-words. Colette appeared as if from nowhere, held up her hand to him so she could check the woman's condition. Pulse, breathing and eyes were acceptable, and the finger in her cunt more than that. She nodded and withdrew.

Her man took her and fucked her mightily while she came several times, then waved that Fred, Jackie and I should do the same. We obliged. The mental image of her filming us drove me to a powerful effort in her tight body. Fred and Jackie used her fore and aft for a time, I worried that she was having a seizure.

The man was able to carry her half-conscious form to the van and put her on the seat himself. Back at the Peak house she was able to walk, with the odd stumble, to her door.

The final drop-off must have been after three am, and took a little longer because the young man was not able to help us get him dressed. I was pleased that his cage had come off, as he had an impressive erection. There were many marks on him though. 

Nathalie stayed back at the house and I drove the couple through the quiet night to their apartment block. He could walk to the door without help. At that time there was plenty of parking in front of it.

As I started the van for home, my palm developed an itch, which started a thought in me. Fifteen minutes later the palm pad had started to soothe that itch. I slipped between the sheets and drew her sleeping form towards me, opening her to my hard cock. 

The next day was Saturday, which also had a surprise in store. The mail produced a formal letter from my bank regarding the loan on my yacht. The large red letters 'cancelled' printed across the document chilled my blood- what has gone wrong? It took several readings of the dense wording to understand the loan had been paid off and the account was settled in full. A mystery, but one I might guess.

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Driver Ch. 06



Exploring the storage behind the wet room and dungeon was fascinating, from a cultural and historic point of view. Sunday's afternoon was a lot of fun to a man like me, who loved garage sales and second-hand stores, as well as kink. By the time dinner was ready Jackie and I had moved a small mountain of gear, mostly boxes, up to the garage. There were a variety of interesting objects, from the brothel days I would guess. There were still a number of large crates to go.

I was still a bit upset at the mail I had received. I guarded my financial independence jealously and resented even a generous incursion. Hard physical work in the store-room was just what I needed. 

I did not communicate with her, except for a message on Sunday;-'you granted me free use of you. Please confirm'. When she replied to affirm thus, I replied 'be available to me noon tomorrow for 24 hours'. I then turned off the phone.

Monday, noon, saw me back at her apartment, with a head full of notions for our entertainment. I was no longer angry, but was energised to make some impression on her. 

"Standing position, please," I instructed her as I came through the door. I slapped her hard across both cheeks as she scrambled to stand. Her eyes teared before she remembered to drop them. Her fear was intoxicating to me.

"Close your eyes and maintain this position until I return. Mouth and cunt are to be open to me." Her naked body was trembling as she complied, spreading her legs and parting her lips widely. I strode noisily to the back room where I closed the door while I looked for what I sought. I came back to her as silently as I could, to drop the blindfold over her eyes. She gasped in surprise. Leather straps around her wrists would keep them behind her head. Noise cancelling headphones deprived another sense from her. 

The lightweight spreader bar attached easily to her ankles, and I spread her somewhat wider than was comfortable. The man who ordered these had an eye for quality. The tension in her legs was adding to her trembling. I ran my hands up her inner thighs then slapped her directly, hard, on her mound. 

Leaving her again I found more implements, which I carried back. There was a mouth spreader which went in easily, she grunted as I wound the ratchet to the point of discomfort. There was a tongue clamp that made her stretch it out, then the small jar marked 'bitter' yielded a paste that I touched to her tongue. She gasped and moaned, moving in discomfort. I had tasted a little, so I knew why.

A nylon webbing strap linked her wrists to the spreader bar behind her and I applied just a little tension, which seemed to still her, somewhat. I was just getting started.

My hands and mouth explored her helplessness for a while, which I found good. My fingers probed her mouth to the point of gagging, then I gripped her buttock hard. I put two fingers into a different jar before pushing them forcefully inside her arse. She cried out and I brought my other hand down her front and thrust three fingers into her- feeling my other digits.

She was still gasping as I withdrew both hands, then pushed the fingers back in her mouth, She was drooling copiously as I wiped inside. I wiped off some of the bitter paste at the same time. Tears were running freely from her blindfold.

My hands left red prints on her buttocks, thighs and then on her breasts. I hit her hard, letting my remembered ill-humour free.

It was awkward to carry her, but I lodged my right hand hard in her spread wet crotch, with the other around her back. She was light and I manoeuvred her down the hallway to the back room. Untying her wrists, I attached them by straps to another spreader I had positioned for her. The ceiling fitting it hung from was very robust. She was no stranger to it, clearly, as she had kept it from her Master's place. I put a tiny silver harness bell in her hand, just in case... 

Without pausing I seized a long single-tail whip and laid it to her skin, beginning at her buttocks and working up to her shoulders. With each stroke the lash wrapped around her body, marking her ribs as much as her back. I changed sides for symmetry. Her stretched mouth made an unearthly noise as her pain limits were probed.

My strokes moved down to wrap her parted thighs, then several across her breasts to leave bright marks that would bruise soon. She was twisting on her spreader, her knees flexing and her arms reaching for the bar above them. 

Coiling the whip again, I returned it to the hook in the cabinet. She hung from her arms, weeping miserably in huge sobs as her skin flushed with the punishment that striped her. Drool had wet her chest and shoulders.

Releasing the ratchet on the mouth spreader I withdrew it and she gratefully closed her mouth. Lifting an earpiece I asked "do you want me to set you free and leave now, Wednesday? Have you regretted your gift of your body to me?" 

She shook her head, said "do with me what you wish, Captain, I am yours." Then she opened her mouth wide to me. 

Dropping the connection from the hook above her, I carried her to the bed in the next room, where I laid her on her back- legs and arms stretched wide by their bars. On the bed beside her I placed the small kit I had made ready. Some antiseptic first, then one long needle went deeply through each breast, behind the nipple and then I put one through each lip of her cunt. The sounds she made were strangled and sustained. 

Leaving them in place I began to probe her cunt with my fingers. She was very wet as I pushed two, then three, then four in her to the knuckle. Her hips writhed and she strained to accommodate my hand. After a few minutes I could tuck my thumb in and my whole hand was inside her. Her abdominal muscles were tight as a drum and her teeth were gritted. When I began to move minimally within her she shuddered and came immediately, bucking and clenching on my hand.

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Leaving her sobbing and gasping spread-eagled on her creamy bed, I went to retrieve some items I had left by the door.

The needles came out without drama, though she gasped a little when the iodine went on the wounds. I detached her from the bars and gave her water from my bottle which she gratefully swished in her mouth. Off came the headset, though I left her in darkness for now. Then I began with the lotion, across her welted breasts and belly, on the two places on her rear where I had drawn blood, then the other marks. It was a long time before I attended to the opening of her vagina, swiping around inside it with just two fingers and a lot of lotion. She was gasping and moving as I worked, her whole body alive with sensation.

She was still in discomfort, so I took her in my arms to the bathroom and found the enema kit. I added lotion to the warm water and using a long nozzle put it inside her. She blushed and tried to hide her face from me in embarrassment, then the soothing effect of the mixture washed away the witch's brew I had put inside her, and she began to feel easier. I massaged her belly gently for many minutes as she wriggled and groaned with the tension.

Moving my fingers to her vulva, I told her to empty herself. I moved with her to the toilet and kept two fingers inside her cunt as she did so. The internal motions were intense, she spasmed around my fingers as she let go, as if in orgasm. I removed her blindfold before washing her and myself.

Wrapping the cashmere blanket around her again, I took her to the large leather couch where I held her as her trembling abated. She wept for a long time until I thought she was asleep. 

I was nearly asleep myself when she whispered to me;" I was so scared you would never return. Thank you, Captain, for the gift of your pain. The fear and doubt made it more intense for me."

"Are you able to walk, now? "I asked quietly." We have more to do today and we need to begin soon, before the evening comes." There were many things we needed to work through.

"Aye, aye, Captain" she whispered and slowly rose to her feet. 

We went to her bedroom and found a soft leather bag. I went through her drawers and found some soft old jeans, which I had her wear with a T-shirt. A couple of cotton tops and an old sweatshirt went into her bag. Toothbrush, towel and hat went in too.

Out the door, then down to the street and into a cab. Minimal talk, because I was still imagining the way our evening's conversation would run. She accepted my lead without comment, did not baulk at my action. 

No language trouble with the young woman who drove us, no sexy display for her either. As we emerged from the tunnel the sun was slipping behind the hills to the west and the shadows began to lengthen. The tropical night was sudden.

The harbour was glassy calm, with lights starting to reflect in its surface. We entered the Café, I ordered a light meal with a glass of wine for each of us. I found a table with a view of the Shelter, but indoors as the mosquitoes were about. She sat carefully.

The wine came and we had a few minutes before our food came, so I opened the discussion. "I was annoyed by the way that you acted over paying off my boat. It is my pride and joy, on which I spend some of my most precious hours. It is my haven from the hard work that I do. 

"I feel that you took some of that haven from me, without asking me. I believe now that I have punished you sufficiently for your action today." I paused and took a long sip from my wine

She made to speak but I held up my hand. "I will finish soon and you will have your turn, seaman. 

"For a number of reasons I value my independence highly. My yacht was my own and no-one else's. Now I have taken on not only crew but a co-owner, it would seem. Tonight we will spend the night together on our little ship and talk until we have reached some kind of arrangement we can live with. When we are below decks I want you to put your submission aside and speak as the strong and smart woman you are.

"And I want to thank you now for your generous gift. I was punishing you for the presumptious way you gave it, while the gift itself is magnificent. Thank you, seaman." I took another sip of the wine and watched her face, as I had through my speech. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, then she was distracted by our meal's arrival.

We ate in silence, though she looked up at me with tears in her eyes once.

When the meal and wine were finished, she spoke softly, "shall we go aboard now, Captain?" 

I nodded and picked up our bags

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Rowing out to the yacht was beautiful, almost silent on glassy water with the moon rising over the ridge behind. I was enjoying the play of soft light on her face, it was a slight disappointment when we reached our goal. 

Ten minutes later we were below decks and the bags were stowed. I had put some extra food aboard early this morning. I put some French bread and cheeses on the small table and added a couple of whisky glasses and my single malt. I poured for her without asking. 

She stood opposite and pulled her shirt over her head, then pulled down her jeans. I looked questioningly at her, as she stood nude. She stood with her legs wide and put her hands together behind her behind her neck, her breasts pushed forward. There were subtle motions of the boat that made her move slightly. There were many marks that I could see.

"I am choosing to be naked before you, because I feel this is better. It feels natural to me, and I will still speak honestly. Part of me would prefer to be kneeling." She spoke naturally. "I am so relieved to have this chance. I feared that I would never see you again. Your whipping and other torments today have reassured me that you care for me.

"My nature is to be subservient, I am happiest when I can serve someone else. You allow me to be happy when you treat me as your property. I will treasure these marks and pains you have given me, until they fade, then I hope you will give me new ones." I sipped my whisky as she talked. Her eyes stayed on mine, candidly.

"Whatever you want I will do my best to provide for you." She spoke steadily. "There is more money if you want it. If you want other women I will find them and bring them to you. I will help you to enjoy them. You may give my body to any other men you like, ship's crew, for instance.

"Or if you want an ordinary 'wife,' I will do my best to cook and clean and suck your cock in the mornings. Anything else I will try my best to do for you. 

"All I ask is that you keep me as yours." She reached out and picked up the whisky glass, took a moderate mouthful and savoured it. "I knew you would have good whisky." She smiled and winked at me. 

I held out my hand to her and pulled her to my side of the table. I kissed her and she passed me a little of the whisky in the kiss. 

My brain was digesting her words and I enjoyed the feel of her body next to mine. For a relationship that was less than two weeks old there had been a lot of change and development. The future was hard to predict, but I had to admit there was a lot to get excited about. 

We spoke on into the night, moving after a while into the double bunk, needing just a light blanket in the cooling evening. I learned the general range of her business matters and how she was involved. She told me directly what the various company assets were worth, and which were her personal possessions. I was pleased with her openness, so many were reluctant to speak plainly about their wealth. There was a lot of money in her control.

Her former partner/master was also described. They had been together for eight years, beginning as a 'normal' vanilla relationship, then gradually progressing through group sexual activity to more and more kink.

One of the matters that came up was the woman Colette. Her response was a surprise to me. 

"You should not ask. Just take her, with no hesitation. We both know she is no blushing virgin. At worst you may lose your job, at best you risk finding some wonderful sex. Her shy dress may be covering a bonfire of passion. I suspect your job is safe." She gripped my cock, which was hardening at the thought. "Perhaps you and she have much in common?"

A little later, I pushed my cock into her arse, and felt very welcome as we made love until we drifted to sleep. 

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A beautiful sunny morning started with my cock in her mouth, her cunt on my face, a great breakfast. We cast off and sailed up the Bay, but not as far as the Point. It was a pleasure to enjoy the sea and the freshening warm breeze in the yacht that we owned. She smiled happily as we worked the boat smoothly, her hair blowing attractively. She had learned quickly how to crew and was capable- a good brain behind the beauty.

She wore her sweatshirt and no knickers. I loved to watch her move, the opening and closing of her legs and vulva as she worked the wheel. I was tempted to pull in to one of the side bays and take her over the wheel again. We had time pressure, though, to be back by noon, so I resisted.

When we turned and ran back downwind for the mooring, I held her hand and felt very happy.



Driver Ch. 07



For K, with appreciation.

Driver 7

Outside the Café, I kissed her deeply and put her in a taxi, with an invitation to meet here again for the night. It was a little after noon, and she was free to return to her life. I did not know if she would come back tonight, I had not instructed her to come, just invited her. 

Tuesday afternoon was a magic time for me, with a full night without work ahead of me and a head full of ideas to work through. In some ways I was hoping she would not return, so I could think more calmly. I was feeling a bit jaded with the bizarre life I was leading, she was bringing up feelings that I had buried.

When she was with me I was distracted by her. The temptation to take what she offered and indulge myself was usually strongly upon me. What I had learned was of great interest, but I needed to sift through it to find the gaps, what she had not told me.

There was no way of knowing if bringing her to the House would create an issue with the management. Sometimes it was better to ask forgiveness afterward rather than permission beforehand. Wednesday's words about Colette had other applications, too.

I climbed the stone steps, noticing the tool marks that roughened the granite. Were they from slave workers during the war? This would have been a tough job, forced to work in the heat and dust from dawn til dusk on near starvation rations. Allowed a few hours exhausted sleep on a stone floor before it began again. 

Was there much real difference between the Japanese guards then and my position now? Was I forcing anyone against their will? Was a whip much different if it was applied to a willing back? 

Thinking of the slave workers made me run my mind through the storage room. I might have to get to that soon, as the opportunity to ferret through the dusty relics was tempting. History was my interest, whetted by a youth spent reading war stories, so the chance to see the original evidence from whichever decade, either wartime or later was powerful.

The day was hot and I was glad to plunge into the cool pool water. Ten lengths later I pulled myself out and dried in the sun on the terracotta tiles. They were nearly too hot to lie on comfortably, but I stood it, then rolled over to dry my front in the direct sun. 

I gathered some flowers from the borders as I went back to the garage and climbed to my door. Once they were in vases their rich smells mixed and spread through the tiny flat. I tidied away the books and papers that scattered my table and spare chairs. The kitchen took me about twenty minutes to square away, then I changed the bedding and took my washing down to the machine at the back of the garage. It was good to have a reason to make the place look good. I was pleased to be busy, keeping the body moving allowed the mind to work in peace.

I hung the washing to dry in the slight breeze and spent an hour on the weights. Fred came in as I was finishing and reached for the 20kg discs. I stayed to speak with him, to get some perspective on the movie prospect and the woman he shared a house with. He was not very forthcoming to my questions, so I suggested we go for a beer by the Shelter later.

My curiosity took me down to the lower floor where I looked into the storage room. The electric lights were a very old style, yet worked well to cast a yellow glow. Clearly it would take a much longer time than I had now, to deal with it properly. I began to move the remaining boxes- cardboard gave way to older wood- some very heavy. I put them near the door for transfer to the garage tomorrow. These boxes were older, with mostly English and old vertical-form Chinese writing on them.

As I neared the far wall of the store, I found a small stack of five boxes with the rising sun flag stamped on each. They were of various sizes, from shoebox to washing machine-sized. The wood was stained with age and some were very heavy. Beyond was the raw stone of the wall. I managed to move the smaller ones to the middle of the room, but to go further needed serious muscle- maybe all the men of the House together (mostly Fred).

My shoulders were sore, I was sneezing from dust and about to go and see if Fred was ready for beer yet, when I looked behind the biggest box. There was an opening in the wall, cut roughly into the stone. 

I had to follow this. I went to the garage to find a crowbar and used it to lever the big box away from the opening. This was old stuff-unmoved for a long time. There were mummified rats in the space behind the box. Eventually I was able to force the box clear of the wall- hard work on that coarse floor. 

A tunnel led from the opening, blocked by a grating about a metre inside. It was too low to stand in, for me at least. Perhaps a Japanese man might stand upright? Whatever, there was no light that way. This room had no natural light, and anyway it was getting dark outside.

I fetched my head torch from my flat and came quickly down the stairs. Fred was drifting around the garden in the brief twilight, coated in sweat. "Hey Jim, let me shower and we'll go for that beer?" 

"That may not happen tonight, Fred- I am on a mission." My excitement was in my voice-"why don't you grab a torch and join me? I have found a tunnel in the store room. This could be an adventure, man." 

He was keen, and went to the cottage, saying "I'll be down there in fifteen minutes- don't go in without me!" He sounded like a boy with a mysterious cave to explore- I knew the feeling...

The barred grill looked rusty and weak, but was in fact very solid, when I tried it with the crowbar. My torch could see only a few metres of tunnel past it. The hinges were set deeply into the granite wall, while the latch side was mortared into that wall. The latch was well-made, with a heavy padlock. I was trying to lever against the lock when Fred's torch shone on the site and I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Let's use some strategy, before we resort to brute force, eh?" He reached forward and inspected the padlock, a brass one with verdigris. "I can't help but feel there will be a key somewhere for this." His soft American accent was as reasonable as ever- he could sense that I wanted to put my muscle to the crowbar and break in.

He began to look intensely around the store room, which I had been working in all day. After ten minutes he grunted and reached above one of the elderly ceiling light fittings and fished out a key. I gave him a slow clap and put the crowbar aside. 

The key was corroded, but fit in the lock. Neither of us could turn it, though. I went to get spray oil and a pair of pliers from the garage. The key came out again, with a fight. The oil went into the lock and onto the key. When I put it back inside I put the pliers to it and twisted gently. Not gently enough, though, as it broke off.

Shrugging, we put the crowbar to the padlock, and Fred put both hands to it. A small grunt and it broke. The oil helped to ease the motion of the latch, which gave us access to the tunnel. Crouching, we moved in, me ahead and Fred with his big cop's hand torch behind. I was feeling a bit claustrophobic as I shuffled down the tube. There was rough granite only-no finishing. Fifteen or so metres into the tunnel a metal drain cover clanked underfoot.

After twenty-five metres or so the tunnel curved to the right. I tried to visualise our location as we went. Away from the pool, towards the steps to the Bay, perhaps. Past the bend the tunnel went straight out of sight past my light's reach. We shuffled awkwardly forward until we could see the barred grate in our way. Just before the grate was a wider part of the tunnel, where a stack of well-used tools was rusting where they had been left. 

Beyond the grate was a mass of vegetation filling the tunnel. Obviously we should come back in the daylight for further exploration. We used the wide part to turn back, in silence mostly- this was a place full of memories, not to be disturbed.

When we were back in the store room, I said, "the prisoners were kept here and went out to work through the tunnel, I would guess. Those steps took a long time to carve- there was a lot of misery in their creation."

Fred clapped his hand on my shoulder. "You have too big a heart for this life, Jim. 

"Let's go up to the cottage, Colette will have dinner ready for us soon, and there is beer in the icebox. You and I and Jackie will come back tomorrow. The film crew will be here first thing Thursday."

We closed the grating and store room door, reluctantly retreating from our adventure. The adventure of a meal in the mystery cottage made by its mistress seemed second-best, now. 

It was about 7.30pm, and fully dark.

I went back to my flat to change my shirt and fetch a bottle of pinot noir to share. My phone had a message from her, asking if she could meet me by the Bay at 9.30pm. I replied to say I would be there. The flat smelt appealingly of flowers.

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When I reached the cottage I knocked on the glass front door. Fred met me with a cold beer in his huge paw. Following him into the modest house I found Colette in her hausfrau dress putting some lovely dishes on the table. Even in the plain cotton she was a joy to watch. She moved with unconscious eroticism, her bare arms were practical but attractive.

The beer was quickly down our throats, to cut the dust from the tunnel. The food was delicious and not too heavy, though as rich as good French food should be. Fred spoke more than I expected, while Colette said little- enough to avoid rudeness, but no more. She seemed to be watching Fred for her lead- their relationship posed more questions for me.

Sharing wine was pleasant in their company. Fred was a very funny man when he had a drink inside him, Colette laughed freely, as I did. He had been some kind of counsellor in the past and had some great observations of humanity. His words were devoid of malice or negativity, just bringing the people to our minds in a gentle mocking image.

I was having a great time, but it was past nine, so I began to take my leave. I offered to help with the dishes, but was gently turned down. The two were a little surprised that I was leaving early, but claimed a need to check on the skiff before bed. 

As I went to the door, they came beside me and Fred's rumble stopped me. "We need to get those boxes to the garage tomorrow, before we do anything else. So no exploring until the store room is ready for the film crew. 

"Colette, you need to say goodnight properly, don't you, dear?" He gestured to her, so she stepped forward and kissed me softly on the lips, for just a moment longer than was polite and just friendly. 

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My lips remembered Colette's as I descended the stone steps again to road level. My head torch was handy as there was little other light available until I reached the lower fifty metres or so. Ten minutes later I was outside the Café, watching a cab pull up. 

She got out, wearing light gauzy harem pants in black, with a red blouse, also very light. She was fully covered, but still sexy and desirable. I kissed her, and pulled her to me in a tight embrace. She responded hungrily, her body moved sexily against me. I didn't ask how she had spent her afternoon, nor did she offer any information.

We walked happily hand in hand to the steps. As we mounted them, I began to tell her what I had found under the House, and the meaning of the marks on the stone. As we left the lit area, I stopped her to put a light cloth over her eyes. She accepted without hesitation. Our talk became quieter, she pressed to my arm for security on the steep steps. As we reached the gate at the top I looked hard into the foliage to either side, wondering where the gate was.

Crossing the lawn I looked across to the cottage, where there were lights still on upstairs. I wondered what the conversation was like there tonight. Removing her scarf she was looking with curiosity around her.

Leading her up the stairs to my flat, I lit some candles, for their gentle light, and took her to my bedroom. I stripped her gently and she did me. We used the bathroom then settled into bed together, nestled to each other. She stroked me until I was hard, then mounted me astride, guiding my cock to her cunt. I gestured to that part with a question in my eyes.

"I want you inside me, Captain. She does not hurt any more, and I hope she will please you well enough. Please use her for your pleasure." She was surprisingly tight, considering what had gone in there only the day before. She worked with her thighs, up and down, until we were approaching a climax. She flopped forward onto my torso and ground herself against my groin with a rising tempo. We came together, with fresh sweat covering us and cooling already.

She snuffed the candles then wiped us down with a soft cloth. Later we drifted into a contented sleep, our bodies a little apart.

Sometime very early in the morning I moved a little to feel her warm body at my back. Wednesday was breathing easily, asleep. I rolled over and slipped my hard cock between her thighs. She was open and moist for me and began to respond with motion in her pelvis. I drove more deeply into her, gripping her small breasts hard. The sight of the marks on her back and bum, visible in the rising dawn, made me feel powerful.



Driver Ch. 08



After a long wait, here is the next instalment. Thanks to my loyal supporters who keep me going-you know who you are.

*****

We drifted back to sleep, later I rose to consciousness to feel her mouth around my balls, gently moving them in their bag. Her fingers stroked my bum and hole, gently and erotically giving me odd pleasure. I was getting hard as she moved to lick there instead, her fingers moved to dance on my cock at the same time.

Sprawled widely on my back I gave myself up to her work. She pushed my legs back to improve her access, allowing her tongue to enter me. This was a first for me. The feeling was strange but became more intense, as she pushed more of her tongue in, and wriggled it in the tight ring. I heard her hand scrabbling on the floor beside the bed, then a cool feeling on my anus as she dropped some lubricant there. Her tongue was joined by a fingertip and both worked to relax me.

That finger wriggled its way further inside, then she drew her head back, keeping the finger in place and said, "I would ask you to turn over, please Sir." I watched her face as she licked her lips. She guided my leg across until I was face down with my thighs wide apart then she went back to her work. I mused a moment on what being a woman might feel like, then could no longer think as she pushed harder into me with her finger. She worked her finger around inside the muscle and stroked my inner wall, raising a tickling sense that became something darker and more intense. 

A second finger was pressed in as well, driving a little deeper, withdrawing, then back in again. When it touched my hard prostate her motion became less invasive, changing to a gentle circular action. I was in heaven though it was becoming too intense after just a few minutes. My cock was like a rock.

A few more minutes of this and I was on the brink of erupting. Normally I could resist for up to an hour but this was beyond my control. I think she could feel the pressure building and my small motions, and the tension as my cock was pressed into the fresh linen only made it worse. She was relentless, the small circles stayed at the same speed, same intensity, the only change was my growing arousal.

When I came it was staggering, an explosion that shook me for minutes and left me sobbing on the bed. I don't know what sounds I had made, nor did I care. 

Her hands stroked my back and legs, soothingly and sensually, dipping to caress my balls and the skin around them. After a long time I felt her body lie on top of mine, her slight weight pressing the last tension from me. I must have slept. 

The day had become warm and the sun was strong in the window to my room as I woke, too hot. She was lying beside me now, blissfully asleep and angelic. 

Our earlier adventure came back to me, and I took stock-some discomfort at my anus, not serious, though and I thought, worth the prize. It occurred to me that I would have to change and wash the sheet again. 

She stirred as I had moved, and reached languorously for me, her hands holding my arms firmly as she worked herself towards me. I loved the feel of her small breasts and hard nipples on my back. After a minute she reached around and her hand wrapped around the flaccid flesh. 

I felt her nimble fingers play a moment in the dried cum on my skin and the bedclothes. 

"Thank you. You can have that again any time you want, Sir. Sorry about the mess" She made a show of licking her fingers, slowly. I stood and went to the tiny bathroom, turned on the water in the shower. I beckoned her after me into the shower-no need to wait for the water to warm, I showered with cold in all but the coldest months. She flinched as the cool liquid hit her, then my hands were soaping her, front and rear. I washed her face, forcing her mouth open under the spray and rinsing it thoroughly. I kissed her deeply then.

"You have an unusual talent, my little slut. How did you come by it?" I was massaging shampoo through her hair as I asked. Though short and stylish, it was black and very thick. Chinese women are lucky with their hair.

"When my Master was very sick, that was the best way to bring him to orgasm. I had a lot of practice in his last year. The illness had robbed him of so much that he loved, but he always reached a climax this way. I knew his end was close when he no longer could." Her hands started to soap my front, sore shoulders, hairy chest and down to my crotch where she attended to my cock for some time. She turned me round and did the same to my back, with extra care to my bum. Lastly she shampooed my hair, reaching high to do it. 

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Mercifully, the kitchen was empty when we went for breakfast.

There was coffee made and fresh fruit salad in the fridge. Still warm were the Cantonese style fried bread sticks in the basket. We took our breakfast out on to the deck, under an umbrella.

"This place is like you," she observed, "Elegant and normal on the outside, but deeply kinky within". She ate a bite of the salad, then one of the sticks. The light harem pants blew in around her, pressing against her lovely body.

Turning to admire the shimmering ocean in the distance, I mused, "When they meet you, will the others know who you are?"

She smirked, "I don't think they were looking at my face the last time I was here. I remember the attention was all elsewhere." She sipped her coffee, and ate some more. She looked a bit tired, no surprise really. 

"Good morning, Madame", Colette's sweet accent came from the kitchen doorway. She stepped out into the brilliant sun, dressed in her black swimsuit, a light sarong around her slim hips. She sat at the vacant place and offered her hand to Wednesday.

"I trust you have no complaints about your service here?" Her tone was light and businesslike, but her eyes were sharp, looking first at me then Wednesday. She took her management of the House seriously, knowing that one scandal could close it down and fetch us all in court. 

"Jim has been giving me exceptional aftercare, he has a great skill in this." I winked at Colette. 

"It is our pleasure that we can be of service, in any way we can. I know Jim takes his work seriously." Colette mouthed the rim of her coffee cup, then both women burst out laughing and I heard Fred's booming laugh from inside the kitchen.

He came out and gave Wednesday a huge hug. "It's lovely to see you again, sweetie, and in daylight for a change!" Turning to me, he explained, "She is not only a customer and enthusiastic supporter of this House, she is our old friend and playmate. We knew you had stayed the night last week because she called us to check you out." Colette joined the embrace. 

Colette added, "you saw her last week, as well, getting in the car after the movie meeting. She is one of the management team for the House. Her Master was a dear friend of ours".

I looked across at her, with a new perspective. Everyone sat down. The sole customer on that first Wednesday? Of course she had to be special. Old friend of Fred and Colette?- the local kink scene was not that big, so it made sense. 

"One of the businesses my master left me in charge of was this one, Captain. It makes only a little profit because of the high costs, but I benefit from it in other ways as you know." She came and knelt beside my chair, looking up into my eyes. "I am sorry for not being completely honest with you, Sir. I was not sure of our status, so left it to time to be sure. I hope you will forgive me." My hand reached into her hair, I gripped her scalp to give reassurance as she looked a little frightened. She looked up gratefully.

--(;)-(;)-- 

Colette and Wednesday strolled over to the pool, where Colette shed the sarong and slipped into the water. 

Fred and I discussed the evening's plans with a view to the logistics involved. The House had an unspoken rule that each client or group travelled separately, to preserve their identities and maintain their sense of mystery. Tonight was a night where Jackie and I would be going to almost the same place at the same time, then bringing our people here. Inefficiency was disliked by both Fred and I, but this one, which happened every week or two, seemed insurmountable, once again.

"Maybe we should start a shuttle bus service, instead?" I joked. My mind's eye skittered across a view of a bus like that, how the seats might be replaced. Perhaps the rear could be in compartments, like a British train's, each one with a theme or purpose. Lounge seats in the front, with a suitable hostess?

We moved on to talk about Thursday's problem-providing service to the clients that were coming, when we would be stretched for staff. The Film Crew would be packed and clear by 7pm, as stated in their contract. We shared a glance that said 'yeah, right' about that. The first clients would be delivered at 8.30 pm, so there was a fair chance the crew would actually be gone by then.

Colette was not part of our crew for the night and was likely to be recovering from her film day. The gap she would leave in our team was large, she was our scene manager, first aid mistress and general organiser. 

Fred's low voice gave me; "she is already arranging her replacement, I think you will find." He nodded towards the pool, where the two women were sitting on the edge, talking earnestly, with gestures from Colette's slim, damp arms and head.

I could not resist the observation, "such a dynamic and clear-thinking woman, yet I suspect she is really your slave?" 

His dark eyes peered narrowly at me for a moment. "Never a slave, Jim, you misread her. She is a strong and powerfully sexual woman, and her greatest pleasure is to submit to me, for which I am deeply grateful." He refilled his coffee. "We came to this House together to make it the success that it is.

"The risk of attracting attention from the authorities is our greatest fear. They would close us down in a flash and keep us in jail until the court business dragged its weary course. That's what keeps me awake some nights."

"Not the lovely woman next to you?" I smiled at him, and looked back toward the pool.

"She certainly helps me to fill the early morning hours." Fred grinned and stood. We walked over to the pool and caught the end of their conversation. They were both smiling and happy.

Wednesday leaned against my leg as I stood next to her. "Captain, I'd like to help here on Thursday, to fill Colette's role while she is recovering from her day's work. May I do this please?" Her eyes looked up at me as she spoke.

"I think I will be too busy myself to give you attention that night. I may enjoy watching you be used by others. You must remember the House rules about condoms. I hear you have been slack with one customer." The wink I gave was not obvious to the others, but made her blush.

"Thank you for asking, little whore." My dodgy Cantonese gave her the praise she deserved.

--(;)-- 

Thursday had every room full for the evening. 

Fred, Colette and I worked through the options. 

One client in each of two rooms, and three together in the third. The two individuals would need one of us full time each, the trio would need two hands. The other one of us would circulate between the rooms. One of the trio was known to Wednesday so she was to stay with the single man in the Music Room. Jackie and Nathalie would manage the three, Fred was to manage the other single, a woman. I would circulate between them. This would also allow me to drive one or more home as needed.

Once we had a plan of the night roughed out, Fred went away towards the garage to work his weights and Colette towards her cottage, lovely body swaying and delicious. I pulled her to her feet and drew her with me towards the pool.

I pulled off my shirt and shorts and slipped into the pool, with only the slightest wave. As my head went under, my hand snaked around her ankle and she followed me in, giggling. 

My hands went around her, loving the feel of her body with the flimsy clothes in the way. In an hour I would take her home, but meantime...

--(;)--