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It is Never Too Tight

By: sirloy



I asked her in later times if it was ever tight or caused discomfort. She always assured me that it was her sole beloved possession though it was never hers. It was never a burden.

I met her accidentally at an airport, one of the smaller European ones. She was sitting alone in the boarding lounge sobbing. Her shoulder length auburn hair was tangled, what make up she wore was run and smudged. The blouse was only partly tucked and her leather boots scuffed.

I had just come out of a stormy relationship seething with resentment and damaged ego. Never the less this sad looking waif tugged at my buried heart. My instinct was to walk on by. No more women in my life for a good long while. This was my declared intention. 

As luck would have it the only open seat in the waiting area for my gate was beside the sobbing girl. As I went to sit I almost tripped on her bag.

"Sorry," she said in a plaintive voice.

"It's ok I don't mind breaking a leg," I said sarcastically.

She sniffed and gave another half sob.

"If you are going to sit there sniveling you better at least tell me why." I found myself saying. 

"I don't want to bother you." 

"It will bother me more if I have to listen to you sobbing and not know why. I want you to tell me."

She looked round at me with an odd expression, one I couldn't yet fathom.

"Get on with it. Tell me what is wrong. I've only got three hours to wait for the damned plane."

With that she seemed to visibly collect herself.

"I'm not sure where to begin."

"At the beginning of course," I said a bit sharply.

"It's this guy I met on the internet. I came over to see him as he told me and he wasn't here to pick me up. I tried to call but the phone's off the hook or something. I don't know what to do. I tried to go home but I can't get a ticket I'm just on standby. There have been three planes already that have no space."

"Where are you going to?"

"I have to get back to Boston but I live in Maine"

"What's your name? If I'm going to listen to your sad little tale I need to know your name." 

I still didn't know why I was even talking to her. She was so far from the usual blonde hottie types I usually date. There was something there though. 

"It's Emma. Emma Trouvey."

"The next flight to Boston is in three hours. I know that because I'm on it. I was supposed to fly in to Halifax but it's fogged in. Give me your ticket and I'll see what can be done to get you on that plane."

Without a word she opened her bag and handed me the ticket.

"Look after my bag and laptop."

With her ticket in hand I approached the desk at the gate. A middle aged woman was looking at the computer screen. She looked up saying,

"Can I help you?"

"The young woman on standby seated over there," I indicated with a nod.

"What are her chances of actually boarding the next Boston flight?"

"Do you have her card?" she reached over as I passed it.

"Let me see, No it's full booked."

"What about business class?" 

"There is one seat open there."

"I want you to upgrade her and I'll pay for it." I said and wondered what I was doing.

"Here's my ticket and boarding card. Her ticket can be charged to the same account."

The attendant proficiently worked the keyboard of her terminal for some minutes.

"The empty seat is not beside yours Mr. Macdonald but I can rearrange one of the other seats."

"That will be good. Thank you."

"Here is Miss Trouvey's boarding card."

I returned to the seat on which Emma had placed my laptop. She looked up with a questioning expression.

"Do you think I'll get on, what did she say?"

"She is pretty sure you will make this flight. Have you eaten at all today?"

Emma looked surprised.

"No I haven't. I don't have any money left."

"Well I'm hungry. Let's go have a meal. They don't serve meals to the regular passengers anymore."

"I couldn't impose on you like this."

I thought, "You have no idea."

I said, "I don't want you to worry about it. It's my treat. I've had a successful trip I want to celebrate with someone."

We passed a washroom sign and a thought struck me.

"I'll go get a table over there. You'll want to freshen up."

A waiter soon came to the table, being used to travelers in a hurry to be served, he knew promptness earned big tips here.

"I'll have two orders of the Fettuccini Alfredo and a bottle of decent white wine."

"Yes sir," he acknowledged as he set two places.

Emma came over to the bar and grill looking around for me. She soon noticed me sitting with my back to the corner, a cautious habit that I saw no reason to break. I stood and seated her in an old fashioned gesture. 

"I have ordered," I told her, "and the way the waiter is working I think it will be here quite soon."

It struck me that Emma never questioned having her meal ordered for her. 

Our waiter was back with a wine bottle. 

"Will this be suitable sir?" It was a brand I had never seen before.

"Oh I think you can do a little better than that, don't you?"

He smiled, "Yes sir I can do a lot better if you wish."

I nodded and he returned to the bar where he spoke to the bar tender, a blonde who definitely could be classed as 'my type'.

Emma was looking much better for the bathroom break. The streaky makeup was gone and her hair had been brushed out. The desperate waif was not looking quite so desperate. The deep sadness was still in her eyes. A few minutes at a washroom sink was not going to change that. 

She ate her Fettuccini as if it might be her last meal. The new wine was a superb French vintage that I knew was going to take the bill into the stratosphere. I would not have expected such a fine wine to be in an airport bar.

I leaned on my elbows and looked across the small table. It was time to explore the situation that had brought Emma to this table.

"Are you feeling a little better now?" I asked.

"Much better, but I don't know why you are helping me. I don't even know your name."

"I will tell you at the right time," I said," but right now I need to know more about you. How on earth did you manage to get your self in such a situation?"

"I have a very uninspiring job in the office of a plumbing company. I just prepare and mail bills, write up estimates that my boss has done for customers, all that sort of thing. My life is so dull and I just couldn't wait to get out of Waterville."

"It seems like almost every minute I spent on the internet chatting to guys. Then I met this one who really got me interested. He said I was the one girl who made him think of a great future and I just had to join him over here. We spoke on the phone. We exchanged pictures. I really liked him. A new exciting life was coming. All I had to do was say yes and He'd get me at the airport. I was head over heels in love and nothing was going to stop me. My friends all warned me and my dad was so angry at me."

"Now here I am being looked after by a stranger and not knowing if I'll ever get a plane home. How I'll get from Boston up to Waterville I have absolutely no idea. I have no money for a bus or train."

This was a detail that puzzled me. Why was she so desperately short of money?

"What on earth are you doing traveling with no money? Don't you have a bank card for the cash machine or a credit card?"

"He told me he opened a bank account for me over here so my money was waiting for me, in a straight savings account with cash only withdrawals, the type that pays high interest. I sent all my money over with enough left for the ticket. As a visitor I had to buy a return ticket, thank God." 

"I guess he really saw you coming didn't he."

"Yes. How could I be so stupid?"

"Come on we had better get to the gate. They should be calling our flight soon."

Eventually I heard our boarding call so I went forward and ushered Emma to the desk showing both boarding card.

"Thank you Mr. MacDonald and Miss Trouvey you can board now."

"That's not right," Emma said," I'm on stand by and they hadn't called the standby names."

"Don't worry its taken care of. Would you like the window seat or the aisle?" 

"Here? This is first class!"

"Is there any other way to travel?" I said with a smile." Take the window seat; I may need to stretch my legs a few times."

Practically as soon as the engines started Emma dozed off. I didn't wake her for the round of drinks and snacks that was served about an hour after takeoff. Seeing her there sleeping looking very vulnerable stirred a protective feeling in me that I was totally unfamiliar with. 

All of my relations with women in the past had been mutually taking affairs. Usually it was me taking companionship and sex and them taking the financial benefits of being with a wealthy man. I had no complaints in spite of the last contentious break up. I had had many offers of marriage none of which had tempted me. When questioned about why there had been no Mrs. MacDonald I always replied that I had been too busy to find the right one.

I had to do some work on my laptop for a while so the time till the meal was served passed quickly. Emma stirred and jumped as if confused.

"Oh oh. It's true. I was dreaming that I was flying home in style."

"Wake up we are about to have meal."

Following the meal Emma turned so she was looking directly at me.

"What is all this going to cost me? I know it has a price."

Now this was something that I was going to have to consider. It was too soon to give her an answer.

"What do you think would be a suitable payment?" I asked softly. 

"I suppose you want sex. I don't think that sex with me will be worth too much though. I've been told I'm frigid."

"Interesting. There are no payments required. You needed, I provided."

I was thinking," She is so much not my usual type. Do I even want sex with her? Not the usual jump in the sack I'd been having up till now. But she does have a sort of appeal."

In my business life I am used to being the one in charge, to having a certain amount of power but here I was starting to feel an almost proprietary power as I helped and directed this young woman. 

"What did this mean?" I wondered," have I taken responsibility for her? If so, for how long? Do I even want this? It does feel somehow right to be her protector and guide."

"Emma what do you have planned for when we land? Is someone going to meet you? Do you have somewhere to stay before going up to Waterville? How will you get there?"

"I don't know any of that. I haven't been able to call home to see if Dad will even let me come home. He was so angry at me. I've never gone directly against his wishes before."

"I have a room reserved at the Marriott." I told her," You will stay there tonight. I have to decide in the morning if I fly to Halifax from Boston or rent a car and waste another day on the road" 

The rest of the flight was routine. I was working on a design on my laptop and Emma watched the in flight movie. As usual there was the long delay at the baggage area but eventually we were able to take the Limo to the hotel.

A brief conversation at the desk to get my room key and a quick elevator ride took us to the room.

"You can have the bed near the window. I am going to order from room service a snack and a drink. Are you hungry?"

Emma replied that she was a bit hungry.

"While we wait for the room service I suggest you have a shower."

"Yes, I'd like that.

While Emma was in the shower a thought struck me. I phoned the front desk and asked,

"Is there a hair salon or beauty spa in the hotel?"

"Yes sir there is but they will be closing in about thirty minutes."

"Would you make a reservation for about twenty minutes from now? Make it clear that there will be a suitable tip if extended time is required."

"Is that for yourself sir?"

"No it is for a young woman."

I spoke to Emma through the door.

"We are needed downstairs in a few minutes."

"Ok. I'm nearly finished." which seemed to be unlikely.

I had a quick look through her clothes noting sizes and her taste. Her underwear was decidedly unadventurous possibly chosen for travel comfort. A pair of Wal-Mart jeans, three t-shirts and a white blouse was all that was in the suitcase. Her foot wear consisted of the leather boots she wore on the plane and a pair of sneakers.

Wrapped in a towel she soon exited the bathroom looking cleaner but not well relaxed.

"Sorry if I kept you waiting."

The desk clerk had given me directions to the beauty spa so I was able to escort Emma into the sumptuously presented spa. A very pleasant young woman at the reception desk confirmed the reservation asking what services were required.

"Miss Trouvey has had a very arduous day and needs a complete make over," I said quietly," Take very good care of her. If you need to work overtime I will make it worthwhile for you, take all the time needed."

Stepping toward Emma I said,

"Emma this young lady will take care of you, fix your hair perhaps. I am going to the bar for a while. You can find me there or back at the room."

I didn't go directly to the bar instead I went to the small mall of shops in the hotel complex. There was a shoe store and an expensive looking woman's clothing boutique.

"I want an outfit that a young woman would be very pleased to wear to the most expensive dinner in Boston. These are her sizes and she has deep auburn hair that is shoulder length, at least it was when I left her in the spa."

I was shown several choices and narrowed it down to three options. 

"If I were to take you to dinner which one would you want and which one is your last choice."

"Well sir, this one is a classic little black dress. It is very elegantly simple with wide straps and a square neck line. It's very form fitting and should look stunning on her."

"This Ice blue dress is the very latest but I'm not so sure of the effect with auburn hair."

She went on to describe the dress,

" You'll see the straps are delicate and the neck line has an interesting little vee notch but what really sets it off is the ruching down the center of both the front and back." 

"I'll take them both if you can have them delivered to my room."

"Now for a rather strange request, would you come to the shoe store with me to help select shoes for each of the outfits?"

I returned to the room and had some drinks brought up by room service giving a tip more than large enough for prompt service. Shortly the parcel from the stores arrived. I gathered all of Emma's baggage and placed it in drawers and hung the new clothes in the wardrobe closet.

It was well over an hour before Emma returned. There was a tentative knock at the door. I opened it to see Emma standing there with tears in her eyes.

"Come in. What ever is the matter?"

"You weren't in the bar and I got to thinking you might have left."

"Now why would I do that?" 

She was wearing a toweling robe over her jeans which seemed odd to me. I had to ask,

"Why are you wearing the robe?"

"The girl at the spa wouldn't let me put my t-shirt over my hair. She insisted I wear this. It made me feel very out of place in the bar."

"We are going out to dinner so get dressed. I put your clothes in the wardrobe closet." 

I wondered which dress she would select and if I would approve.

She was stunned when the closet opened and she realized her old clothes were not there but two new dresses were.

"Are these for me? Why would you do this?"

"We are going out for a bite to eat and all you had were things you have been traveling in for nearly two days." 

"Can I try them both?" she asked.

"Yes but quickly, I am hungry. There is new underwear there for you too."

She found the bra and panties and moved toward the bath room.

"Put them on here." I said little sharper than I intended.

She looked at me with an expression I found hard to interpret. It had signs of relief but anxiety at the same time. Without a word she removed the robe and unzipped her jeans. She eased the jeans over her hips and pushed them down till they dropped to her feet. Stepping out of the pile of jeans she reached back to unhook her basic white bra which seemed to me to be a size too large though her breasts now appeared quite generous for her frame. 

My eyes followed her hands as they moved to lower her panties. I had never seen anyone actually wearing such as these. On a man they would have been called boxers and I had no idea they would interest a woman.

"Give me those." I demanded throwing them directly into the waste can under the desk.

She stood there naked in front of me. I openly looked her up and down appraising her body. I liked what I saw. Her hair fresh from the spa brushed her shoulders in soft waves leading my gaze down to her breasts. 

If there is a perfect shape for breasts these must be an example tipped by modest size areolas and longish nipples. Their size complemented her body, any larger and the effect would be compromised.

I continued looking down over her trim belly and compact navel to her pubis.

"You shave, I like it."

"The girl in the spa insisted that I should have it done after she finished with my nails. She said I would love the way it feels,"

I held out my hand and when she grasped it I pulled her naked body close to me and hugged her firmly.

"Put on the black dress and leave the bra and panties off."

She hesitated,"I've never been out without my bra and panties before."

"You will get used to it. Come on. Put these shoes on." I said handing her a pair of black sandals that had narrow ankle straps and three inch heels.

I called the front desk and ordered a taxi and was assured there was one waiting for me.

Once the taxi moved off I said to the driver,

"There's a French restaurant in Old City Hall. I think that will suit for tonight."

The driver asked in a concerned manner," Did you make a reservation there sir? They are always busy."

"I'm ready to take a chance."

After asking the driver to return in about two hours I lead Emma to the entrance.

"Mr. MacDonald, it's good to see you back but I'm afraid we are really full to night."

"You tell that rogue of a Frenchman in the kitchen that if I can't have my favourite table I'll throw him back in the snow bank where I found him."

We were guided back through the restaurant and into the kitchen. An enormous man wearing chef's whites danced across the kitchen and grabbed me giving me a huge bear hug almost lifting me off the ground.

"Angus my dear friend you didn't say you were coming I would have kept the best table for you."

"Francois, my friend I wasn't supposed to be here but Halifax is foggy again. Don't tell me about the best table when it isn't even set up." I pointed to a folding table against the wall. 

"Gerard set up our staff table for Mr. Macdonald." Francois ordered a young man who had been stirring a pot on the stove.

"My guests will dine in style tonight."

In moments the table was set, Emma seated and a glass of wine poured for her.

Francois beckoned me over and said in a conspiratorial whisper,

"Who is that incredible creature you have with you? She is not the sort I expect to see you with. Are you finally developing an advanced taste in women?"

I briefly explained the situation. He looked hard at me.

"You have spent nearly fifteen thousand dollars on her and not yet taken her to bed. Tabernaque! You have fallen for her very much. I am delighted that the mighty Angus has been brought to his knees."

"It isn't that at all. For some reason I feel sorry for her. She needs my help and guidance."

"Of course my friend, what ever you say," He said with a smug smile, "Now let me prepare a celebratory meal."

Of all the meals I have eaten in restaurants around the world never have I had a better one than Francois cooked for us this night. Course after course of the most exquisite food was set before us. The small servings keeping our appetites alive for the next delight to arrive till finally a glass of brandy was all that was left. 


It is Never Too Tight Ch. 02



I had decided to travel back to Nova Scotia by car the following day and as I had a mountain of work lined up before heading out I called the front desk to arrange for Peter the cab driver to take Emma shopping. She was seriously in need of toiletries and personal items as well as clothes suited for travel.

A rental company was able to bring a car to the hotel and arrange a drop off in Nova Scotia. I proposed to set off at ten then next morning to avoid as much of Boston's early traffic as possible so contracted to have the car at the hotel at that time.

Since it might be a while before I returned to the city I thought a good meal would be in order. Then the idea struck that it might be fun to have some company so I phoned Mary MacDonald to invite her and Honey to eat at the hotel dining room. 

"Mary, it's Angus," I announced as the phone was answered, "I'd like to invite you and Honey to dine with Emma and me at the hotel tonight."

"Angus, I was thinking about you," She replied, "we'd love to take you up on the offer."

"Can you be here for seven?" I asked.

"Yes I'm sure we can, though with Honey you can never be certain." Mary responded with a laugh. 

At 5:30 Emma came bounding through the door of our room followed by Peter carrying an arm load of bags and parcels.

"You are going to love what I got." She exclaimed" I shopped all over Boston to find them."

I laughed," Yes, I can well believe that you left no Boston stone unturned, poor Peter must be exhausted." 

"It's all good, Boss. We found some stores even I didn't know about." Peter responded with a chuckle.

"Peter, I want to thank you for all you've done. We are headed out tomorrow morning so we won't need your services till I come back this way. Here's a little something extra for you." I said, handing him an envelope with a healthy wad of 100 dollar bills in it.

"Any time, Boss, any time. It's been a pleasure." He said looking back from the door.

Emma was unwrapping her purchases with excitement. She held up the tiniest scrap of cloth.

"I know you want me nude as much as possible but we might go to a public beach or hotel pool some time. Shall I show you?"

With that she quickly removed the jeans and top she was wearing and put on an incredibly small bikini swim suit. The top consisted of two triangles just big enough to cover her nipples held together with near invisible string and the bottom disappeared from the rear while at the front the narrow strip threatened to expose more than it concealed.

It was unbelievably sexy but she couldn't wear it on any public beach that didn't permit nudity.

"I also have a surprise for you for later," she said" I want to give it to you when the time is just right." 

"I have invited Mary and Honey to have dinner with us tonight." I informed her.

"We will eat at the hotel and come back here for a while so we can say our goodbyes"

Emma looked pleased." Oh that's wonderful. I was so hoping to see them before we left" 

"Can I wear this new skirt?" she asked, showing me a black skirt not much longer than the one we borrowed from Honey. "Or is it too informal for eating at the hotel?"

"Did you get a white blouse to go with it? If so it would look good and might raise a few crusty eyebrows."

Chapter 2

She took off the bikini and went for a shower at my suggestion as I packed up my computer and paperwork ready for the morning. The shower was still running as I finished so I too stripped off and joined her.

"Oh you are a dirty master, your slave must clean you well" she purred taking my cock in her hands gently drawing the foreskin back so she could soap me every where.

She sank to her knees holding my cock in both hands. Her mouth opened and she took me deep in her throat since the attention had me hard and ready. Back and forth her head bobbed as I felt the inner throat muscles against the sensitive underside. With that kind of action I would be coming soon but we interrupted by the house phone.

Emma sprinted from the bathroom to pick up the hand set;

" Mary and Honey are at the front desk."

"Tell them we will be down in 2 minutes." I instructed.

In the foyer we saw them across the room noting that Mary had forsaken her denim for a quite masculine looking pinstripe pant suit while Honey looked about 14 years old in a tiny skirt, a tight top and knee socks. One could imagine a teacher with his cute but naughty pupil.

Honey spotted us first and rushed over to give Emma a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips then looking over her shoulder at Mary as if for permission she came and kissed me.

We were shown to a small private dining room by a very attentive Maitre d' who seated us and beckoned the wine waiter to attend to us. I ordered a light little white wine to sip as we examined the menu.

The hotel had a good menu with enough variety for all to find something that appealed.

As we waited for the first course to arrive I asked Mary about how she and Honey met and connected.

Mary took a deep breath and started, "Honey and her Mom moved in next door to the small shoe repair shop I ran with my Dad. She was 14 years old at the time and very smart mouthed to everyone."

"Her poor Mom was at her wits end about what to do with her. She skipped school and hung around with a much older crowd who were notorious in the area. By the time she was 16 she was really headed for trouble until one day I noticed smoke from a storage shed at the rear of the store. I rushed out to find Miss Honey and another kid with cigarettes and a lighter lighting some paper against the shed wall."

"As you can imagine I was furious. I grabbed Honey as the other kid ran. It so happened that I grabbed the back of her jeans and they half came off being that baggy. I tripped over a box and ended up sitting with Honey over my knee with her pants around her ankles."

"It was too good an opportunity to miss; I pulled her panties down and spanked her until my hand was sore. At first she wiggled and fought but soon became very quiet and started crying."

"I let her stand up and as she did she gave me a big hug telling me that no one had ever cared enough about any thing she did so she kept doing worse and worse stuff to get noticed. School was totally boring because she always was finished her class work in a few minutes and home work was a joke."

Mary and Emma had both ordered fish chowder while Honey and I had other appetizers. While the waiter was placing our food on the table Mary paused her story while taking a first taste of the chowder.

Mary continued" Right then I started to feel something for her. I wasn't sure what it was but I was determined to get her started on the right road to being a grown up."

Honey spoke up," She marched me back to Moms house and right up to my bed room. She told me that I was going to clean up my act and the first thing was to dump all the skater gear I had been wearing since I was 14. All I had left was a short skirt I hadn't had on in over 2 years and a t-shirt the same age." 

Mary took over the tale again," When I saw her in the skirt and top she looked so cute my heart just melted. I started making plans to get her life sorted out. It was clear to me she was almost too smart for her own good and I knew I had to challenge her."

The main course arrived at the table. Emma had surprised me by ordering a steak which she requested to be rare. Honey had opted for a vegetarian lasagne though she was at pains to point out didn't mean that she hated meat: looking up at Mary and winking.

Mary had declined to order a main course while I decided to try a pork chop.

Our conversation turned to lighter matters like the weather for our journey and how long it might take. Honey described a winter trip to Maine in her Jeep to join with a group of other 4x4 owners playing in the snow. Emma commented that she must have worn a sheepskin lined skirt for that trip causing us all to laugh.

A huge chocolate cake was at the centre of the dessert cart that the waiter rolled over to us after the dishes were cleared. All the women succumbed to the lure of all that chocolate but I opted for an almond cheese cake. After the last crumb of cake was gone I offered brandy or coffee but no one was really in the mood for that so I suggested we return to our room so Mary could continue the story.

Chapter 3

Once settled in the room I prompted Mary to resume the story so she continued.

"I demanded that Honey bring me her home work each night so we could go over it before she submitted it to the teachers. This also meant that I would see her often which I found I wanted to do."

"It soon became clear that in spite of skipping so much school Honey was well ahead. 

Of course from time to time Honey would ignore me or not do home work getting very sassy. Once I threatened to spank her again. She just lay across my lap with skirt up and panties down"

Mary stood and moved behind Honey who was sitting quietly in a chair across from Emma and me on the sofa.

"A pattern developed, she would do well and be kind and polite for a while then do something that made me threaten to spank her and she would submit immediately. Eventually her grades picked up so well that she skipped a grade doing some of her final years work early too."

Honey looked up at Mary with obvious love in her eyes. 

"Her Mom threw her a huge 18th birthday party which started out well but as the evening progressed Honey's behaviour got worse and worse and she got ruder and ruder to her Mom. I was upset by this and took her to her bed room to straighten her out. No sooner were we in the bed room when Honey stripped her clothes off and handed me a belt asking me to show her how much I loved her."

Mary continued, "Of course by this time I knew that I wanted her as a lover and had been waiting till she was old enough to understand what that really means. It seems that she had been waiting until she knew I could give her the type of love she craves"

"So the evening of her 18th birthday we became true lovers and she wore my marks for the first time." Mary smiled at the memory.

"Eventually she decided to go to law school and as my father died in a car accident I was able to follow after selling the shoe repair shop. With the insurance money I was able to put Honey through law school with a little left to begin this business in a rented place to start with. After she graduated we bought the building we now have."

Honey stirred in her chair and said," These days I don't have to be bad or nasty for Mary to give me the proof she loves me. I just tell her I need some special love and she does what I need her to do."

I had been paying so much attention to our guests that I hadn't noticed Emma slip to the bathroom. When she returned naked holding a narrow parcel about a foot long I did wonder what she was up to.

"Master," she said" this is the surprise I told you about earlier"

She handed me the package, indicating I should open it right away. As I opened one end I withdrew an elegantly tooled leather handle about 8 inches long. When the rest of the object came free of its covering it revealed a beautifully made switch with soft leather lashes. From the end of the handle to the tips of the dozen or so lashes it was about 2 feet.

Emma kneed in front of me saying, "As the collar was your gift to me, so is this my gift to you."

Honey started sobbing, "Oh Mary, that's so romantic I don't believe it."

All the girls then looked at me expectantly. 

This was causing me considerable emotional turmoil. I had never beaten a woman in any way before and I was not sure I wanted to hit Emma with anything. I then remembered what the physiatrist had said. Emma could well equate this with the love of one she also loves. It seemed very important to her that she give herself to me in this way. How could I deny her that when all I wanted to do was to express my love for her in every way? I then wondered how to set this apart from what might be seen as a violent act. I would also be laid bare. 

With this determination I slowly and deliberately removed all my clothes so that I was naked in front of our guests and Emma. I placed the pillows at the edge of bed and placed Emma across them so her buttocks were raised high and her body lay across the bed.

I kissed the lashes at their tip and kissed Emma's rear cheeks. 

"In the spirit in which this lash was given, I so return it." I stated quietly.

With that I raised and swung the lash to strike each buttock three times with force enough to leave a raised stripe for each lash.

Emma made not a sound but in tears she jumped up and hugged me fiercely saying,

"Oh I love you so much, so much. I never dreamed I would love anyone so." 

Honey moved so she could whisper in Mary's ear. I didn't hear what was said but Mary was clearly thinking for a bit then nodded. Honey then came to stand in front of me.

Looking up at me she said," Angus, you are a very special man and you somehow understand people like Emma and me, I would take it as a great honour if you would fuck me."

With that she swiftly removed the little clothing she was wearing. Given that she was petite, blonde and cute as a button it was not a hardship to consider. I looked at Emma and she was nodding vigorously.

"Emma, please her get ready for me; lick her pussy till it is good and moist." I said firmly as if the sexual encounter with Honey would be almost a duty.

"Mary would you like Emma to service you while I am with Honey?" I asked out of consideration for the only one still clothed.

She replied," As one master to another I thank you for the use of your slave. All of this loving activity has gotten me horny as hell." and quickly removed and folded her pin stripe suit. 

In her underwear her early middle age body was magnificent. Her back was straight and true and her waist trim. Years of horse back riding in saddles she made had rounded her small butt and kept her legs long and lithe. Her breasts were large and needed some support from the bra she was wearing and when released they did sag somewhat but were still a beauty to behold. The thong panties she had on briefly did little to hide the fact that her pussy was neatly shaved as smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. 

"Mary, forgive me for saying this but it is a shame that you are a lover of girls only as you would have many men drooling if you ever wished." I felt compelled to say.

"Oh," said Mary," I'm not against men it's just that I am in love with Honey and that has been sufficient for years." 

"Emma would you look after Mary now please," I directed noticing Honey squirming delightfully on the bed. 

Honey lay back with her long blond hair fanned out around her head. A look of lust in her eyes as her hand beckoned me to her. Surrounded as I was by a trio of amazingly beautiful naked women my cock was as hard as it had ever been.

As I moved between her legs Honey reached out for my cock and guided me home. She was truly wet from Emma's love play and I sunk in fully in one stroke. Her pussy was deliciously tight and I was receiving glorious pleasure from this enthusiastic young woman. She and I seemed to be moving toward orgasm at the same rate so I continued thrusting at the same pace and just as I felt my semen start the journey from my balls Honey was chanting.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh yes I'm coming." as she went over.

I lay on her for a few moments savouring the orgasm as it faded. Soon enough I rolled over to lie beside Honey so we could watch Emma service Mary.

Mary was sprawled on the chair a leg on each arm and between her legs Emma's glorious auburn hair covered every thing she was doing. However we could see from Mary's reaction that much was happening. 

Her hands were on each breast kneading her nipples, her heard was tossing back and forth and she was softly muttering," No no, no."

Soon her head thrust back and she grabbed Emma's head pulling it into her crotch had holding it hard. 

"Oh fuck girl you are good!" she thrilled.

The room was quiet for a while as Mary cooled and Emma came to lie beside me on the bed.

Collecting herself Mary said, "Angus there is something we should have told you, Honey is at her peak fertility and you had unprotected sex. You might have gotten her pregnant. Is that a problem for you? If so we can go for the morning after pill but she does want to have a baby and she would like it to be yours."



It is Never Too Tight



Francois had exceeded my expectations even down to the Armagnac. The deep copper colour promised a treat for the palate. An aroma of roasted nuts and spices with a fruity taste that finished with a buttery caramel challenged my memory.

"Could this be a Larressingle VSOP?"

"One day I will beat you my friend. I thought you would perhaps not know this one."

Through the meal I could see Emma trying each new dish, many that she quite plainly didn't trust. By the end of the meal however she never questioned that she would like the next new taste. Whether it was the meal or the brandy or Francois' company I didn't know but she had a wide happy smile.

I was very pleased to see our taxi was waiting even though we had long exceeded the time given. When I paid off out driver I handed him my business card.

"If you ever want to eat at the restaurant give them my card and you will always get a table. Thank you for waiting."

As we waited for the elevator in the almost deserted lobby we chatted about the meal and Francois's superb cooking. The elevator rose quickly as a thought came to me. I was going to try a small experiment.

The doors closed and we were alone in the hall that leads to the room.

"Emma. Take off the dress and hand it to me."

Her face reddened and a flicker of unease passed her expression. Slowly her hands reached for the hem raising it over her thighs to her waist and finally over her head.

She stood naked save for the strappy sandals. I took the dress and offered her my arm. We strolled slowly down the hall to the room. I could feel her gradually relax on my arm. The hall remained empty as I expected at this time of night and we met no one on the way to the room. Emma stood quietly waiting as I slid the key card in the lock and opened the door.

That Emma had done what I asked without falter was very arousing to me. With the door closed and secured I said.

"Undress me." 

I am not hung like a porn star but I'm no midget either so it was good to see her eyes light up as my cock emerged from my pants. Emma was on her knees removing my pants from my ankles her face inches from my hardened cock. She looked in my face as I said,

"Suck me."

"I'm not very good at this."

"You will be. I will tell you if you do anything wrong. Just be careful of the teeth."

She took me in her mouth gently and slowly move her head back on forth. 

"Use your tongue in the underside of the head, yes, like that. Oh that does feel good."

Imagine my surprise when I felt her take me down her throat as deep as she could. I was completely in her mouth and amazingly she wasn't gagging. She held me deep in the throat for a few moments then started moving her head to stroke me my entire length.

My orgasm was rising, the pleasure was descending from the glans and seemed to circle the base of my cock and fill my balls with an intense sensation. 

Then I was coming deep in her throat I was pumping my seed. It was a rare and beautifully strong orgasm given me by a girl who claimed not to be very good and in so short a time.

"That was wonderful. You will tell me how you became so good some time."

"Angus I need you."

"I need you to fuck me."

"Yes I know you do Emma. You must wait. You are not ready."

"I want you to masturbate for me. We will lie in the bed and I will hold you while you bring yourself off."

From her hesitation it was clear she had never masturbated in front of anyone before. 

I lay down and brought her to lie beside me so she could rest her head in the crook of my arm and my right hand could cup her breast. I caressed her nipple which stiffened under my touch. I enjoyed feel of the rubbery nubbin. My hand folded round her tit and my thumb made circles over her areola. As I flicked the nipple harder I felt Emma snuggle closer. 

Looking down I could see her left leg raised over my right one while her right leg was spread wide. Her fingers were gently exploring between her labia where I could see could the glint of moisture. As she worked her hand the lips opened up and the slot between reddened. Two fingers dipped inside her opening bringing more moisture to spread up to where her clit hid beneath its hood. This little procedure was repeated a number of times.

I was surprised at how quiet she was. In past I had watched others masturbate to a virtual sound track of gasps groans and muttered words. Emma's masturbation was not for show, she was in need of sexual release. She brought her left hand down after moving a little. 

This hand with middle finger extended circled her clitoris while the two fingers of the right dipped in and out of her vagina. From a gentle circling of the clit her movements became harder until the once tender clit was receiving a hard rapid rubbing. Her legs started to shake then went rigid; the fingers in her pussy were thrust as deep as possible and her left hand pressed forcibly on her clit. 

Abruptly all movement stopped and she let out a deep sigh. Her legs relaxed and her arms flopped to her sides. I grasped right hand and brought it to my mouth kissing the palm and sucking her fingers dry of her juices. 

"Now we sleep." 

I woke the next morning to the warmth of a body beside. Emma was awake but still.

"I wanted to suck you when I saw you hard but I didn't know if I should." She said.

"If I am hard in the morning and not yet awake you may suck me." 

"Emma I have a very serious question to ask you, one that will affect the rest of your life."

"I have seen how you are around me. You do all I ask without question. Emma are you mine?"

"If you say yes you are committing to being my possession, mine to do with as I see fit."

"If you say no I will send you back to Waterville with two nice new dresses and wishes for a happy life."

"You may give me your answer at dinner tonight."

She climbed naked from the bed and kneeled beside it looking directly at me no more than a foot from my face.

"I have known from the time you sat beside me at the airport that I am yours. My worry has been that you would not want me. I don't need to wait till dinner to tell you YES I am yours to do with as you see fit. I pray you will not hurt me or do me harm but if you will it I will accept it."

"You need not fear I will beat you or inflict deliberate injury but some things I demand might give short term pain."

"Now come here to me. You are now ready for me to fuck you. I will fuck you like a master does a slave. Later we will make love."

"Kneel facing the head of the bed."

When she was in place I took two of my ties and loosely secured her arms to the bed. Getting in place behind her I reached to her pussy and found she was very very wet. I kneeled behind her place my cock at her entrance and slammed in full length in one stroke.

She was so wet and aroused I knew she would come quickly but I couldn't permit it yet. This was my possession fuck; she had to take it with no reward.

I drove into her six, seven, eight times. I could feel her tensing, her vaginal wall pulsed. She would come soon. I pulled out my cock dripping with her secretions. With three fingers I entered her pussy and scooped her juices to smear in her puckered anus.

I steered my cock with my hand to the right spot and firmly applied pressure. She simply relaxed and opened up to me. A gentle but firm push and I was inside. By now I was so excited I knew I wouldn't last long. Another five or six strokes and I climaxed pouring my come deep in her ass.

"Come," I said," I have to bathe my slave,"

I had her stand under the shower while I carefully soaped every inch of her body with soft lingering caresses. No part of her was untouched as my hands roamed cleaning and grooming.

Gently I placed my hand on her pussy and stimulated her erect clit. In the warmth and wetness of the shower she climaxed with a howl. She tumbled to the floor as I held her against injury. Her breathing had stopped and every muscle relaxed. I kissed her full on the lips and she took a deep slow breath.

She looked up at me with slow satisfied smile.

"I knew it could be like this. All my life I have known. Thank you for finding me."

I reached down and lifted her up and out of the shower. With the large fluffy towels I carefully dried her off then sat her in front of the desk as I brushed her hair.

"I think it will have to be the black dress again for today. We have some shopping to do but first some breakfast." 

I dropped by the front desk to ask for the same cab driver we had the night before.

"We will be shopping much of the day and I need a driver who will be sure to be there when I need him,"

"Yes sir. If you wish you can charter him for the whole day. It's more economic that way."

"Very good, set it up if you please."

Soon we were in the taxi with the driver from last night whose name I had discovered.

"Peter, can you take us to a jewelry design company?"

"Yes, we are in luck my friend Alexandra is a designer at the place I'll take you to." 

Peter whisked us through busy back streets delivering us to a very unimpressive wooden building. A very small sign declared it to be the Boston Area Design Studio. I entered with Emma and was greeted by a slender woman whose beauty suggested an African heritage. 

"Hi I am Alexandra how can I help you?"

"I want a special piece of jewelry designed and made, I have very specific piece in mind in platinum .Do you have paper and pencil so I can sketch it for you?" 

I used my engineering experience to show her what I wanted and the solution I had for making it a permanent fitting.

"We cannot use heat to fuse the connections here and here. Do you have a suitable adhesive?"

"Yes we do, that part is not a problem. I can make an invisible joint to make it detachable if you wish though."

"No it will be permanent."

"I will need an eighty percent deposit due to the large quantity of platinum."

"How soon can you have it complete?" I asked.

"If I take the measurements now I can start right away and if you are prepared to pay for overtime rates it will take four days."

"Emma," I called, "Come here so we can take measurements."

Peter, our driver was waiting for us.

"Peter. Take us to lunch."

"What do you fancy for lunch? Sir"

"Hmmm, fish I think, somewhere simple."

"I know just the place. It's run by my girlfriend's cousin." 

I invited Peter in to lunch with us. He was giving me service well beyond my expectations of a Taxi driver so a small reward was in order. This turned out to be a happy choice of rewards as his girlfriends cousin made us most welcome giving us a really fine meal with wonderful service.

"Ok Peter now I am in need of a shoe maker."

"Boss, you have me stumped on that one. I'll have to make some calls."

To pass the time while Peter called I thought I would give Emma a little test.

"Emma I want you to put two fingers in your pussy, play with it until you are wet then give me your fingers to taste."

With no hesitation she raised the hem of her dress to mid thigh and set two fingers to work. In less than thirty seconds she was offering me her fingers to suck on. Proof enough for me today that she was my submissive.

Peter glanced the rear view mirror and said,

"We are in luck there is a shoe maker and saddler in a small town about fifteen miles away."

"Right off we go."

I was still working on what I wanted at the shoe makers but I knew Emma would look amazing in high black boots. 

When we arrived at the shoemakers it was clear that the saddlery part of the business was thriving. Several vehicles in the parking area had stable company logos and one truck was attached to a horse trailer. 

"I'm not sure you steered me right on this one Peter." I said conversationally." Let me go in to see if they can do what I want. If they can I'll be a while so you can take a break."

I was soon back out to bring Emma into the store. We were shown to a large room which carried the rich aroma of new tanned leather. There were cutting tables and industrial sewing machines together with an array of leather working tools. One whole wall was shelving with wooden boot lasts of many sizes. Each of these had a name in marker ink to identify the customer's lasts.

It seemed that I had come to the right place. A middle aged woman dressed in denim spoke to me.

"Can I help you?" she asked in a sharp almost hostile tone.

"That remains to be seen. It is possible you have some one with the skills I require." I said returning her attitude.

"What is it that you want?" Again she was harsh.

"I'd like a burger, a coke and a large fries."

"What did you say?" She asked a bit puzzled this time.

"I might expect your attitude in a fast food joint but not in a respectable place of business."

"I apologize. It has been a very worrying week. We just bought this building and now the insurance inspector says it won't pass. The roof is all wrong and we must have an engineer design a strengthening system. There just isn't any money left in the budget to cover the engineers work." 

"We may be able to work a deal here." I suggested, "Show me the roof area so I have an idea what we are looking at."

"While we are doing that do you have any boot samples for Emma to look at?"

She showed Emma to the display in the front of the store then we took a flight of stairs to a loft area. It was easy to see the roof structure from there. The inspector was correct the roof was structurally deficient for the snow load that can be expected in the area. A good storm could have collapsed it

"Here's the deal I propose." I said, "I will design the roof structure with minimum construction cost in mind and you folk will make the ultimate in boots for Emma."

"I can have the design done in four days can you get the boots finished in that time too?"

"Wow, I'll have to run it by my partner but is sounds like we have a deal." She said reaching for her cell phone.

"Honey, I have a piece of really good news. I've found an engineer who will do the roof design."

"He's here now. I'm sure he'll wait twenty minutes."

To me she said," You don't mind waiting twenty minutes, do you?"

"I'd like to talk boots in the mean time." I said with a smile.

Emma was looking at a pair of western boots as we returned to the store counter area.

"These look so neat; I've heard that western boots are really comfortable."

The denim clad woman said,

"You know I haven't introduced my self. I'm Mary MacDonald."

With that I burst out laughing.

"You won't believe it but I am a MacDonald too. Angus."

Mary said," Let's get you measured, Emma and we'll see if an off the shelf pair will fit." 

As they were fitting Emma with a selection of the western boots a small blonde woman almost burst through the door.

She seemed quite out of breath. Her hair was long and straight but a little tousled. The tight light blue sweater she wore had ridden up over her navel revealing a piercing and the short denim shirt was twisted to one side slightly.

She announced," Its hard to be in a hurry in an open top Jeep."

Mary said," This is my partner Honey. She is always in a hurry and always late but I love her anyway."

"Honey, this is Emma and our tame engineer Angus MacDonald."

"Angus would you go with Honey to the office and agree on a deal and she will write a contract. Believe it or not our Honey is a lawyer, feared by some I believe."

The deal was done and signed. I would design and certify the roof work and Emma would get a pair of western boots and a pair whose design I would supervise.

Mary insisted that Emma take the western boots with her when we left.

Peter, with his impeccable sense of timing, was just turning in the parking lot as we emerged. 

"Peter can you be free for a couple of days?" I asked.

"Yes Boss that's no problem."

"Good. Tomorrow I want you to take Emma up to Maine, stay over night and bring her back the following day. She might need you to get her into a motel too if her parents act up."

Emma looked startled and a bit troubled.

"I have a lot of work to do tomorrow and won't be away from the hotel all day. You have not been in touch with your family since you left and need to tell them you are well and have found some one."

"Now we need to find some clothes more suited to a taxi ride to Maine"

We returned to the Hotel and I let Peter go for the evening with the request that he be ready for ten the next morning.

In the elevator on the way to our room I pushed the stop button. 

"Emma, kneel down take out my cock and suck me till I am hard."

She dropped and reached for my zip. It slid open and she tucked her hand in, feeling for me. Her mouth welcomed me taking in all of my growing hardness.

"I am going to start the elevator again and I want you to continue no matter who gets into the car with us."

The door opened at our floor with no one to get on so I held the door open for several minutes."

"Stand up now so we can go to the room."

Once in the room I took her in my arms, held her tight and said,

"I so very pleased with you today you have done all I asked. Tonight we will make love so that I can show you the pleasures an obedient slave receives. Now take off your dress."

Somehow her nude body had a different sort of vibrancy from the girl who arrived in this room yesterday. Her movements were fluid and confident; she seemed at ease being naked with me. There was a sparkle to her eyes and a hint of a smile. I wondered if she was as content as she seemed.

"Emma come sit with me I want to ask you a question or two."

"I want you to answer me honestly. Since last night I have treated you like a slave and given you some small tests. Each time you did not hesitate. Is this what you wish, what you want for your life?"

Emma looked me directly in the face.

"All my life I felt I needed a protector, someone who looks out for and keeps me from harm. Not so much to control every minute of my day but to be at my side no matter what, someone who will allow me to serve him in return. I never thought of it as being a slave. I know that you are the person who was meant for me and if you want a slave that's what I will be and be proud of it."

"We will talk more about this when you come back from Maine."

I took her hand and led her to the bathroom where we shared a shower, each soaping the other, rinsing and caressing, each exploring every inch of the other. The top of the head, the arm pits, the perineum, the soles of the feet, not a spot was missed. I licked droplets of water as they formed on her nipples. Emma did the same at the end of my cock

. I washed between her toes with my tongue. She laved my wrinkled hole with hers. She kneeled beneath the flow on the shower and I mounted her from the rear. I rocked slowly gently stroking to my depth. As I felt nearer to coming I slowed and stopped, pausing till the need subsided. Emma was uttering a soft low sound almost a growl almost a purr. 

She pushed back harder faster trying to get me to speed up. In stead I slowed teasing. When she calmed I thrust harder, speeding, leading her to want a deeper harder fuck then as she peaked I would back off spiraling her need higher. I brought her to the edge of orgasm four or five times. Her body trembled; she pulsed with desire, her head tossed back and forth. 

"Oh God Oh God, please let me come," She cried desperate for release.

I had to time my manipulation of her desire with my building orgasm. I wanted to take her so high she would remember this for ever but I wanted also to hold off my own release.

Finally her body would take no more teasing. This time as I increased the tempo, as I pushed to the end of the stroke, as I filled her she screamed. Her back arched and her head flung back then dropped, she slammed back at me and froze. All the breath flowed from her lungs as she heaved a huge sigh. 




It is Never Too Tight



The water still pounded on us from the shower, streaming over her back washing her hair to cover her face. We stayed locked like a pair of satiated dogs until the hardness of the tub against the knees signaled to time to move.

Too languorous to bother toweling dry we donned the robes provided and lay on the bed. Emma curled into the crook of my arm, her head on my chest. Several minutes we lay silent.

"You didn't come did you?" she asked with concern.

"Not yet." I confirmed.

Eventually we shed the robes and settled to sleep. The next thing I knew was a delicious warm feeling from my cock.

Emma was lying beside me with her mouth on my penis gently tonguing the underside, sending waves of pleasure through my body. What a glorious way to wake but as good as it felt I stopped her as I had other intentions. 

"That feels so nice I almost don't want you to stop but we need to get you ready to go to Maine."

"Those jeans we got yesterday and the cap sleeve top that suits your hair colour."

Emma dressed as I asked and looked very beautiful in jeans that showed the curve of her hips and her tight buttocks and the deep colour of the top brought out the range of colours in her hair. The new western boots partially concealed by the jeans finished her outfit so well.

I sat on the edge of the bed and raised my hand. She took it and stood in front of me.

"I want to give you something to take with you, something that will keep me with you, something intensely private. Open the blouse and kneel in front of me. Now make me come."

She took me in her hands and mouth, rapidly bringing me to full hardness. I was so primed from last night and my waking blow job that I knew I would come quickly. Her expert mouth and soft hands worked my shaft while her tongue lapped at the underside of my cock.

"I am coming." I groaned. "Point me at your chest."

My load emptied into the cups of her bra. I was sure that it would remain secret and not show through the blouse.

"Now I will be with you."

I gave her some cash and took her down to the taxi where Peter stowed her overnight bag.

"Look after my woman, Peter." I instructed.

"No problem Boss. I'll call you when we are at her parents place." 

I was soon on line to my office and a barrage of work was directed at me.

Somewhere there had been a major bridge collapse with lives lost. I was asked to be on the examining committee. 

Halifax was examining the option of a third bridge, again. Would I submit a preliminary design and cost estimate?

There was a progress report on the project I was returning from.

My office manager insisted I look over the summer holiday schedule and the list went on.

Finally I was caught up on the correspondence. Most of my email had been responded to or deleted and three phone calls attended to.

I settled down to design the roof structure of the shoemaker's workshop. All the measurements had to be transposed from my notes to the computer. I had to source the building codes for the area but soon I was able to get down to the part that I loved. All my engineering life I specialized in sorting out other peoples disasters. This was a relatively easy one to fix.

The phone rang as I worked at the design. It was Peter.

"Hi Boss, I dropped her off at her parents home. She and an older guy talked on the doorstep for quite a while but she eventually waved at me and went inside."

"Thanks Peter, you go and have a good dinner on me." 

I had to refocus on the project. They would need to double up the number of trusses, add extra support members in the walls and bring the insulation up to code. Some calls to building supply wholesalers for some pricing soon gave me the information for an approximate estimate. 

It was quite late by now but I thought I would take a chance on calling Mary MacDonald to let her know I would be dropping by with the roof plans.

I was about to hang up when the phone was answered. 

"Hi this is Honey, and I'm too sweet for you." was the giggled statement.

"I have no doubt you are Honey," I replied.

"Oh my God, you aren't who I thought you were." Honey stammered.

"Well if I'm not me then who am I?" I teased.

An edge came on her voice," And who are you anyway?"

"Mary called me her savior yesterday."

"Angus? Is that you?"

"None other. I was calling to let you know that I'll be by tomorrow afternoon with the plans for the roof." 

'Mary will be here for sure but I'm not sure where I'll be. She can call me when you

get here. Will you be bringing that lovely girl with you?"

"Not this time, she won't be back from Maine by then." 

I returned to my computer to catch up on work till bed time. The bridge collapse took my attention. I needed to determine if I would accept the invitation to be on the enquiry committee. It likely would be a long term commitment. 

Sleep came slowly this night. I spent a long time pondering the future with Emma and myself. That she was very submissive was evident but was I ready to be the hard nosed dominant of the role I had taken to this point? Was this kind of relationship sustainable? I had always pictured my partner as being slightly submissive I suppose. I had always assumed I would be the bread winner and decision maker with a nice little wife, almost classic 1950s TV stuff. This wasn't 1950 but fifty some years later and that image just wasn't realistic.

I drifted off to sleep with this unresolved. 

I was awakened by the phone ringing. The clock at the bed side showed three thirty.

"Its Emma," she said very softly, "I don't want to wake my Dad. I can't stay here. He has been so mean to me. I'm scared." 

"Ok, tell me what has been happening."

"He has been shouting at me the whole evening. Telling me how stupid I was to believe anyone would be over there waiting for a dumb cow like me. How I would have been smarter if he had smacked me around more. The worst was he said he was going to give me to his old hunting buddy for his camp wife whore. That would keep me out of trouble." 

"Get out of there very quietly and stay out of sight until Peter shows up. I'm calling him right now. Go now."

To give him credit Peter never once hesitated at being dragged out of bed at three thirty in the morning.

"No problem, Boss, I'm out the door. I'll get her and keep her safe."

"Call me as soon as you are back at the motel."

I paced the room, turning on the TV to occupy my mind. I needed answers to my questions. What kind of up bringing has she had? What kind of person was this father of hers? I would find out.

The phone rang again.

"It's me Boss, I have her but she's in bad shape. It looks like he whipped her."

"Peter. How do you feel about bring her back right now?"

"I can do that. I'll drop back to the motel for my stuff and be on the road in about forty five minutes."

I realized I was out of my depth here. How was I to deal with this young woman who had probably been traumatized since childhood? Through a friend I had met a very clever woman who laughingly called her self "the friendly neighborhood shrink". I fired off an email to her since I didn't have her phone number. 

She surprised me by returning an answer immediately. I asked if I could call her to ask advice. Naturally as a professional she was reluctant to do this until I laid it all out for her. Instead she asked the number of the hotel. This I gave her and shortly after she called me.

Her advice was to the point. If I handled things wrong I could really mess the girl up. It was likely that she would have deep issues with an abusive father and she could be unconsciously seeking a replacement.

Emma might even try to provoke me into striking her though as yet I had seen no signs of it. I must not react harshly if it should happen. Instead I should give her a different token to focus on. Oddly enough this was exactly what I had in mind. It seemed my instincts were quite good.

I thanked her a lot and offered payment for the advice which was declined. I hung up feeling somewhat better. 

The wait for Peter to arrive with Emma was a long one so I decided to have some breakfast to help pass the time. From the restaurant table I chose I had a view of the front door approach. I would be able to see them arrive.

There was a section of newspapers to read and after many coffee refills I eventually spotted the car. I signed the check and met them at the door. 

The moment she saw me she ran up and grabbed me hugging and squeezing me tight. Her eyes were full of tears but she made no sound. She simply looked me in the face then smiled that same sad smile I had seen before. 

Yesterday she had left in a new blouse today it was hung around her with the buttons ripped off and a sleeve hanging by a thread. Dirt was engrained in the knees of her jeans and she wore no make up. Her hair was tangled, no longer the glorious wavy auburn crown and she was barefoot. This was worse to me than the weeping waif I had sat beside at a European airport just a few days ago.

The sight of her in this desperate state brought home to me just how much I had come to care for her in such a short time. Right there I silently vowed revenge on the bastard who had done this to her. 

We had a wait for the elevator as people were leaving the hotel for their activities of the day. Many were the hard looks from these people at the state of Emma. Not a word was said after they looked me in the face. I suspect there was a deep anger showing there.

Once in the room she started sobbing. So I gave her a big hug but as my arm closed over her back she winced, saying not a word.

"Let me get you out of these clothes and into the shower."

As I removed the blouse and jeans I was relived to see that her underwear appeared undamaged. As I slid her panties down Emma was quiet allowing this with no qualms but as I unhooked her bra she looked up and said.

"You are still in there. I never let you go. You were with me all the time."

It took me a second to understand what she was saying.

"I am here in front of you now you don't need this anymore."

I gave her a soft kiss on each breast just above the nipple where my semen would have collected in her bra cups yesterday.

In the mirror behind her I saw her back for the first time. It was covered with welts about an inch across, the size of the average belt. They were red and fierce looking though the skin was unbroken.

Emma head me gasp and said,

"He always knew how hard to hit without making me bleed. I don't have any scars to prove he touched me." 

"Let's get you cleaned up. Then you can tell me about it all."

I ran the shower at a fairly cool temperature and carefully soaped and rinsed her, head to toe. Although I couldn't help admire her naked body and touching her was a delight now was not the time to stimulate her sexually. She had some deep troubles that needed taking care of.

Emma had had a lifetime of training to be submissive to a brutal male. It would take tender but firm care to bring her to happiness.

After gently toweling her dry I took her to the bed and tucked her in. 

"Emma," I said as she snuggled down, "I have to go out for a while so you sleep and we'll get some lunch when I get back."

"Ok, I'll sleep now I feel so safe in your bed."

Peter had gone off shift as expected so I took another cab the jewelry design place.

Alexandra greeted me and with considerable pride showed me her creation.

"Emma is a very lucky young woman to deserve this, you know." 

To my surprise the piece was finished and was impressive in its perfection. It had the dull luster of polished Platinum. It was of a classic carved pattern with a smooth band at the upper and lower edges. Standing one and a half inches high it was three eighths of an inch thick. 

There was a ring attached at the centre so that other adornments could be clipped on. This ring held the only stones on the piece, three diamonds arranged somewhat like an engagement ring.

When connected the seams were invisible. A tiny tube of adhesive was included in the sumptuous box and the package placed in a plain brown paper sack.

Noon had just passed when I returned to the hotel and as I let myself into the room Emma was just stirring. 

The thought came to me that I wanted witnesses when I put the jewelry on Emma and who better than the slightly whacky lawyer Honey and Mary MacDonald. 

"Come on sleepy head. We have places to go."

With some of her clothes ruined or left behind there was really only one choice for Emma to wear and that was the ice blue stretch satin slip dress. After her hair was well brushed she looked stunning. Once more her ability to come back from an awful experience impressed me.

Peter was still off so the driver I had earlier took us to the shoemakers and this time I let him go as I expected to be here for quite a while.

Mary greeted us like long lost friends.

"Angus, Emma, there you are. Come though to the workshop so I can show you what I have created for you. Before I reveal it to you I have to call Honey she sooo wants to be here when Emma has her fitting."

She dialed, "Hi darling, they are here. Ten minutes? Ok see you soon."

"Honey will be here in about half an hour." Mary said grinning, "She usually figures each hour has about three hundred minutes." 

"Wow Emma you look so good in that dress. I wish I could wear clothes like you can."

This little out burst caused me to look a bit closer at Mary. She was a few years younger than me I estimated with a heavier but firm body on a sturdy frame standing about five feet ten. Her denim outfit did look good on her but I suspected she wore denim mostly. 

Honey surprised us all by arriving in the ten minutes promised. I guessed that Honey had her Jeep's roof on today by her appearance. Her golden hair was under control and her clothes neater. Today these consisted of a plaid skirt just as short as the one she wore before worn with an equally short white halter top. To be dressed like a high school junior seemed odd for one who was an astute lawyer.

Then the penny dropped and I realized that roles were being played in the lives of Mary and Honey. That they were lovers was of no surprise but how they interacted I was clueless.

Honey rushed over to Emma saying,

"Oh look at you. You look so good I could eat you up."

"Mary, I love her she's gorgeous, can I play with her?"

Mary spoke up," Emma's here to try the boots I made for her. Don't you think we should let her do that?"

With that she opened a cupboard and withdrew a large ornate cardboard box. Placing the box on the work surface she opened it and took out a simple thigh length boot exquisitely made in soft supple black leather. 

"There is a problem." Mary stated, "These will not fit with Emma's dress." 

Emma looked at me and I nodded. She quickly raised the dress over her head to stand naked.

Mary offered up each boot for Emma to put on, smoothing her beautiful craftsmanship over Emma's legs. Hidden zips and elastic panels ensured that the boots fit like a second skin.

The effect of these tall boots being the only item to adorn Emma's beautiful body was breath taking in its erotic sensuality. As she moved to gauge the feel of the new footwear she was as lithe and graceful as a dancer. 

I tore my eyes from Emma to study the reaction of Honey. It was clear that she was as smitten by Emma as I was. I have rarely seen such obvious lust in the eyes of any woman as I witnessed in Honey's. As Emma turned and the welts on her back were exposed to Honey's gaze I was staggered to see a hungry look come over her face not the look of horror I expected.

"Oh lovely," she whispered.

" Were those your gift?" She asked.

"No Honey they put there by her bastard Father," I said grimly. "That was no love play. That was abuse."

"I would have a very hard time doing that even if she were to accept it from me."

"I have a much more lasting token of her importance to me. I want you and Mary to be witnesses to her acceptance."

Honey immediately changed her expression.

"What do you have in mind? No permanent marking I hope."

I opened my brief case taking out the jewel case. Moving in front of Emma I removed the collar showing it to her.

"Emma. I want you to wear this as a token of my place in your life. It is to symbolize my permanent intention to lead you through the rest of your life."

Emma responded with a simple." Yes."

She kneeled in front of me naked save for the boots as I added adhesive to the two pins sliding the two halves together making a single ornate platinum ring about her neck.

Short of cutting with a metal saw the collar was there for ever. Honey led Emma to a mirror so she could admire the collar.

"Oh Emma, I envy you so. You have found where you belong and you will never have to make him prove it. I have to be bad so Mary whips me then I carry my proof for a while in the marks she gives me. The welts on your back seemed the same to me."

With that Honey kissed Emma hard on the lips then sank to her knees bringing her face to Emma's pussy. She opened Emma's labia with her hands and vigorously licked up and down the slit. He tongue entered Emma's body as the nose moved over her clit. With the instinct of a woman pleasuring another, her movements had an immediate effect. Emma moaned in ecstasy holding Honey's blonde head to her sex.

With her emotions already at a high level it was only moments before Emma came on Honey's tongue. She held Honey's head to steady herself as pleasure pulsed through her body.

Mary looked at me with a sort of conspiratorial look as if she expected me to go along with her next move. With a very stern voice she spoke harshly to Honey.

"Honey you attacked Emma without permission. You gave her an orgasm and had your own without permission .You know what that means. I will have to punish you."

"Yes Mary, I need to be punished. I need to carry your marks."

As an aside Mary spoke quietly to me.

"You may find you have to go where you didn't want to when caring for a deeply submissive person. I could never imagine whipping another person but Honey needs it and loves the pain."

"Mary, I know this is important to you but would you hold off any punishment until Emma leaves? She may react very badly to seeing some one with a whip or what ever you and Honey prefer."

"I have another favour to ask. I'd like Emma to wear the boots back to the hotel but she can't wear the dress. Is there something she could wear here?"

Mary thought for while and then smiled.

"I have the answer. Honey will give Emma her clothes and as punishment will drive home in the nude."

The sight of Emma with her beautiful new boots, a tight halter top and a short skirt made shorter by Emma's extra height and the boots heels was stunning. 

Mary said," Wow! Those truly are fuck me boots. I think they are well worth offering as new line to select customers. I think Honey should drive you to the hotel. It will save getting a cab and add to her punishment.

The ride back to the hotel was an adventure. Working through the traffic of Boston with a naked driver and a backseat passenger with not a lot more on wondering if we would get stopped was a little nerve wracking but passed without incident.

As we said goodbye to Honey she said," I'd love a three way with you and Emma. I do do special men once in a while."

"Perhaps we will one day. Good night Honey."

As the elevator rose to our floor I played with the idea of another test for Emma but the car stopped at an intermediate floor and a family of two girls and their mother entered.

The mother looked Emma up and down, sniffed and turned her back to us while the two mid-teen girls gazed in envy at Emma's attire.

The elevator stopped again and they stepped out as the older girl turned and said,




It is Never Too Tight



"Cool boots," earning a hard look from her mother.

The girl walked off as the mother stared at Emma who deliberately reached out and stroked her hand across my crotch as she smiled at the horrified woman. My Emma was showing delightfully naughty sense of humour. 

We had a quiet evening with Emma watching TV while I worked on the computer. I was still considering the bridge collapse enquiry committee position. I sent emails to other prospective members some of whom I knew professionally and others unknown to me. There were other emails to answer and normal office routine tasks to take care of. 

From time to I would look over at Emma as she watched a mindless TV program still in her thigh high boots though the rest of Honey's clothes had been shed soon after we returned to the room. She moved on the bed which showed me her back. The whip marks were still there but fading. 

Eventually I logged off and closed the computer. I undressed and joined Emma on the bed. Without word a she turned to me and took my cock in her mouth. I was soon as hard as a rock and felt her lips touch my balls as she took me all the way in. There was something in her felatio ability that made me wonder how she became so proficient.

"Emma, I need to ask a question. How did you learn to suck me so well yet you said you had never done it before?"

"I knew when I met the right person I would do everything for them so I did all I could to learn about giving the best blow job possible. I looked at my dad's porn when he wasn't around and talked to my girl friends. Everything I saw said that deep-throating a cock was the top thing for a blow job so I learned how with several things like my hair brush handle. It was hard at first because I kept gagging but eventually I could take almost anything I could fit in my mouth all the way down my throat. I never tried a cock until yours and that was so much easier to take because it was the real thing and yours." 

"You certainly taught your self well, my dear. I have never had anyone make me feel so good as you do."

I moved a little so that I could reach her pussy with the idea of caressing her to arousal but I found to my surprise that she was wet already.

"Does sucking me turn you on just on its own?"

"Oh yes I really get a lot of pleasure from it. I'd happily suck you off all day if I could."

"One day soon we put that to the test but now I think you should take of those sexy sexy boots and fuck your self on my cock."

With that Emma rose and I helped her take off the boots and pack them properly in their lasts.

I lay back and as Emma straddled me I pulled her forward so I could lick her smooth hairless pussy. Her taste was everything I could wish for, sweet with a slight salty tang and a good amount to lubricate my penetration. Her clit was already erect and her lips open, she was ready for me. I strummed her clit with my tongue until she moaned in pleasure then pushed her back to engulf my cock in her cunt.

She sank down on me with a sigh and rested savouring the fullness of our coupling inside her. I reached up and brought her face to mine for a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues explored each other. Emma broke the kiss and straightened her back. She rose up till I was nearly outside her cunt. She lowered and took me deeply. She repeated this slow luxurious movement over and over. Her inner walls tenderly rubbed over my cock with a firm but pliant pressure. She squeezed her inner muscles tight against the hardness within her as if to trap it deep inside her.

She was quietly moaning," So good, so good, oh fuck, so good."

I could hear my voice adding to her chant." Oh God Emma it feels so good inside you so hot so tight."

All the while Emma kept to this slow pace I knew I could last. I was getting a glorious pleasure that coursed through me from my balls to the pit my stomach but it was not growing to the intense need to come. I wanted this to last all night. My eyes closed and my head lay back and my entire being soaked up the pleasure given me by this young woman. This went on seemingly for hours but at the same time mere minutes rushed by. Such a confusion of senses muddled the time passing.

This level of lovemaking could not sustain, Emma's legs were tiring and her cunt muscles were too. She leaned forward lay her head on my chest and said,

"I couldn't make you come, I'm so sorry but my legs won't work anymore."

"Oh God, Emma, I was getting so much pleasure I had no need to come. I was on a plateau I didn't want to leave." 

"Just rest with me inside you"

We turned sideways with legs arranged so we could be comfortable while I remained deep within her cunt. 

Soon I heard her breathing slow and soften as she dropped off to sleep. From then it seemed mere minutes before her warm mouth woke me as she sucked on my cock. She sensed my waking and released me.

"Good morning sleepy head. You took long time to wake up now please may I have my breakfast?" 

With that she almost attacked my cock working it with her hand as she ran her tongue firmly along under the head. I was so hard it almost hurt and the need to come was strong. It was difficult to think beyond what this young woman was doing to my senses. The orgasm was building fast and I groaned my appreciation.

"Arrr, shiit, I'm coming. Oh fuck, Ooooooooh."

I shot into Emma's welcoming mouth the product of two days of heightened sexual arousal with no release. I watched her savor the taste of my come with obvious enjoyment. She had no need to say that she truly took great pleasure in oral sex.

It was amazing to me how quickly Emma had settled into this relationship with me and how her character was revealing itself to me. On reflection I could notice changes in me too. 

Although I was without doubt dominant in the relationship it was changing from the demands for my satisfaction I had made from previous lovers to where I was leading Emma to her potential. I was now demanding that she receive as well as give. This realization was a source of pleasure to me. The reading I had done that asserted that the dominant may become as reliant on the submissive as the other way around came to make sense. If Emma was to leave my life would have an unexpected hole in it.

I was roused from my post orgasm musing by a tug to my hand and arm.

"Come on I want to shower with you. I wish to serve you as cleaning slave."

She had the shower set to a perfect temperature as I stepped into the stream of water. Her hands were full of liquid soap which she rubbed over my entire body.

"Bend forward." She requested.

As I did so her soapy hands ran between my ass checks all the way forward to my balls and back several times. Softly she began to swirl a finger round my puckered hole, the water and soap giving lubrication. I hear the squirt of a bottle of lotion and felt coolness on my anus. Gently she inserted a finger. I relaxed to allow the intrusion and such was her gentleness with sufficient lubrication there was no discomfort. A very enjoyable feeling of fullness was building allowing me to relax my rectal muscles more giving room for two then three fingers.

While I was still enjoying the sensations she removed her fingers, urged me to straighten up and twined her wet body around mine, kissing me hard with open mouth and questing tongue. She kneeled, took my cock and rolled back the foreskin, licking all round the head.

"Mmmm, now you are nice and clean everywhere."