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Liverpool

By: Navajazz



I'd gotten ready on the train this time, I didn't know how long I'd have to wait til He got there to pick me up. This was the first time I'd gone away from home to meet Him and I was feeling so grown up, mainly coz I'd managed not to get lost changing the trains. So I was feeling quite proud of myself for that, as well as for being brave enough to actually wear the outfit I'd chosen. My head was held high as I strutted down the platform like it was the runway in Paris, the heels on my black court shoes clicking on the concrete, the long black trench coat sitting snugly on my hips and swaying with each step. It hid the fact that I wasn't wearing any clothes underneath it, just my black corset, thong and stockings. There was a secretive smile on my face as I handed my ticket over and checked my phone. There was a message waiting for me to say He was just arriving and I could picture His face when He saw what I was, or should I say wasn't, wearing. 

I carried on out of the station, attracting a few admiring glances and even a wolf whistle from the boys hanging around the concourse. I wasn't used to this sort of attention but instead of being my usual shy self and trying to hide, it made me feel good, sexy even, to know that all my hard work had paid off and I looked good. I simply lifted my head a little higher, straightened my back a little more to push out my breasts and sashayed out of the automatic doors, (that for once worked perfectly, phew) He was waiting outside for me like He said He would and I recognised His car instantly. I walked over to Him, swinging my hips as I did, using every trick I'd ever learned from watching TV to add to my act. And it was an act, but it was all for Him. 

The last couple of times we'd met up, I'd still been awfully unsure of what He wanted, and had been nervous of what to expect. And for me to be nervous, just never happened. I was always the one in control, I called the shots, I hid the frightened little girl away so she couldn't be upset or nervous. But with Him, I wasn't given the choice, the little girl inside me was called to the front and made to see what was happening, and that it was good. She was a good girl and deserved to be happy and He knew exactly how to make both the little girl and the slut in me happy. A rare thing indeed. 

As I got into the car, my coat slipped open slightly, showing Him a glimpse of the stockings underneath and His face lit up with curiosity as to the rest of my outfit. I leaned over to kiss Him hallo and He slid His hand up my thigh, moving higher til He could slip a finger between them and stroke my pussy under the silk thong.

'My, my, my, what have we here?' 

He murmured into my ear. He was trying to ease my thighs apart to see but we were still parked outside the station and I wasn't quite brave enough to flash the whole of Liverpool. I cleared my throat and asked,

'Are we just going to sit here all day or shall we go somewhere else and get a bit of privacy?'

'Quite right. I don't think I want to share you with anyone.' He replied.

We set off and drove through the city to the outskirts and beyond, just chatting about this and that, small talk til we got to the hotel. But as I rested my hand on His thigh I couldn't help but move it up to see if He was as turned on as I was by the whole situation. My little finger grazed the edge of His cock and I felt it jump beneath me. I looked up at Him and saw the lust in His eyes. We were out in the country now, hardly any traffic around so I loosened my seatbelt, leant over the handbrake and unzipped His fly. As I got His hard cock out, I crooked my head up to Him and asked,

'Do you think this constitutes distracting the driver?'

'Why don't you get your mouth round me cock and I'll tell you in a minute.'

'Yes Sir.' I replied with military precision.

I kissed the tip of His cock, slipping my tongue out to lick where I'd kissed, probing into the tiny slit I found there. I sank my head down to cover Him with my mouth, curling my tongue round as I did so it licked every part of Him. I loved doing this for Him, it made me feel so good to know I was giving Him so much pleasure. He couldn't touch me as He normally did, He was still busy driving the car, the gear lever digging me in the ribs with each change, but it didn't stop me. I simply couldn't wait til we got to the hotel, couldn't put off the lust that had begun that morning when I was packing for the trip. I needed to feel Him again, reassure myself that He was real and wanted me, maybe even needed me as much as I needed Him. 

My mouth was so busy on His cock, my mind so focussed on Him that I didn't realise the car had stopped until I felt His hands on my back, soothing my hair back from my face. I could feel Him growing in my mouth as He pressed on my head, pushing Himself deeper inside my mouth til I could feel Him butting against the back of my throat. I was trying to swallow Him but He was too big to fit. The action of my mouth and tongue was enough for Him though and He put His hands on either side of my head and thrust up into my mouth, groaning and sighing with pleasure as He pumped His hot thick cum into me. I sucked it out of Him until He was completely clean and He was twitching with the over powering sensations my mouth was still delivering to Him.

I raised my head, licking my lips as I smiled at Him. He still held my head and now He lifted it up to His and kissed me softly, smiling back at me with thanks. I looked around me, seeking the hotel. I thought we had arrived and that was why we'd stopped, but there was no sign of it. In fact we were sitting in a lay-by in the middle of the countryside with no buildings to be seen for a mile or so. I gave Him a puzzled look and He grinned and said,

'I couldn't wait. You felt so good I had to stop and give into your mouth.'

I looked at Him in surprise. He'd always been so in control of His body that the thought that I could make Him let go like that was a strange but nice one, I could make Him feel that good. 

'We better get you to the hotel, young lady. I think you need some fun now.' He said with a smile.

He started the car and pulled back onto the road. My hand was resting on His thigh again but it stayed there this time. I wanted to get to the hotel so badly now, I could feel the juices trickling out of my pussy and I was aching for Him, for His fingers, for His tongue, but mostly for His cock, to feel it thrusting in and out of me, driving me to cum again and again and again. I was trying so hard to sit still but my hips were squirming in tiny circles with the lust in my body. He kept glancing at me and my efforts to keep my body under control and shook His head with a smile. 'Are you comfortable?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Are you sure? You're squirming a lot. Is your pussy misbehaving?'

'A bit Sir.'

'Tell me what you need.'

'Please Sir, I need to cum. Are we going to be long til we get to the hotel?'

'No, few more minutes. Be a good girl for me and keep you hands where I can see them.'

'Yes Sir.'

'That's my good girl.' He looked over at me as His words sent a flush of pleasure through my body. 

I loved those words. They meant I had done well, I had pleased Him, and that's all I wanted to do. We'd only known each other for a few short months but already we'd fallen in a pattern that seemed to fit us both so well, He led, I followed and it just felt so good to let go and give Him the control. 

He had been right about the time until we reached the hotel. It was just a few short minutes til He turned into the car park but from where I sat aching in the passenger seat it felt like forever. He didn't touch me as we got out and got our bags together. He'd arrived a couple of hours before me so He'd had a chance to check in already. This meant that we could straight up to the room without having to wait any longer. I don't think I could have waited anyway. I was trembling with anticipation, shivering as I stood slightly behind Him in the lift, letting Him lead as I always did.

We walked down the corridor to the room. It wasn't the best place we had ever stayed in, His company were having to make cutbacks just like the rest of us so that meant no more posh hotels, but it could have been worse. It could have been a B&B with very thin walls and a nosy landlady. He opened the door and put our bags down beside the dressing table that was bolted to the wall. I stood in the middle of the room, unsure as to what He wanted me to do. He kicked His shoes off and padded towards me quietly. Standing in front of me, He lifted my head to look into His eyes and softly said,

'Take your coat off for me pet.'

I undid the belt that held it closed and slipped it open to let Him see what was underneath it. The look in His eye was worth it. He slid it off my shoulders, walking round to look at me from all angles. He placed one hand on my neck, trailing the other down my back to my arse and flicking it hard with the back of His hand. I gasped at the surprise of it, standing up straighter for Him. He guided me over to the bed and pushed down on my neck, making me bend at the waist til the top half of my body was lying on the bed with my arse pointing up in the air. He gave me one command, 'Stay.' then moved away from me. I was whimpering with wanting Him so much but He other than to stroke my arse cheeks gently he made no move to touch me. 

The corset I was wearing didn't have suspender straps on it so there was nothing to stop Him from peeling my wet thong away from my bare pussy and sliding it down my legs. He kicked my legs apart and knelt behind me, then with feather light touches ran his fingers up my thighs between the tops of my stockings and my pussy, now freed to dribble juice down to my clit and drip onto the quilt beneath me. The ache inside me was unbearable, I felt like I would explode if He didn't start playing with me soon then I felt His fingers opening up my pussy and His tongue on my clit. He circled round and round, one hand pulling the skin at the top of my pussy tight to open me up completely to Him; He pushed the thumb of His other hand deep inside me and wiggled it on my G-spot, sending me into a cascade of orgasm. My legs went weak with the sensations he was giving me and in the end it was only the bed and His thumb that were holding me up.

The aftershocks were still coursing through my body as He stood up, His arm under my hips to hold me still as He opened His fly and got His stiff cock out. He rubbed the head of it all around my clit, making me jump and gasp in His arms. Once He had the tip wet He nudged at my pussy's lips, opening me up for Him to push just inside my body. I was tight from cuming already and even just the tip of Him felt enormous. I was grateful to Him for still holding me up, I couldn't have stood without His help. He pushed slowly inside me, not pulling back, just pushing then stopping then pushing again. 

It was only once He was fully buried inside me that He let me go, transferring His hands to my hips and digging His fingers in there. He fucked me slowly, long deep strokes that filled me so full, His balls patting at my clit at the end of each thrust and the tip of His cock grazing over my G-spot every time. He was still wearing His suit and tie, only His cock was free; free to plunge into my body, to feel the heat from my tight wet little pussy. He wouldn't speed up even though I was trying to make Him by pushing back against Him. He didn't say a word, just leant forwards and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so my body was arched back and I couldn't move. 

'I told you to stay pet. Got it?'

He asked as He ran His hand over my arse cheek and slapped it.

'Yes Sir. Sorry Sir, but please Sir?'

'Yes?'

'Please will you fuck me, please will you just fuck me so hard I scream?'

'What, like this?'

He said as He finally speeded up, driving into me, holding me down as my body shuddered, tightening with every stroke until finally it let go and I shattered with a scream of pleasure. My pussy was clamping down around His cock, squeezing it harder and harder. I could feel Him growing bigger too, the pair of us cuming together until it almost hurt it was so good. He drove into me three or four times in quick succession and came too, crying out His pleasure for me to hear. I loved the noises He made when He came. They let me know that I had done my job well. He collapsed over my back, breathing hard, His cock still jumping inside me as my pussy kept clenching around Him.

'Phew,' He said, 'Oh baby, welcome to Liverpool!'  

Liverpool Ch. 02



We curled up for a while afterwards. It had been so intense that we needed a break, so He lay down on the bed and pulled me into His body, shielding me with His arms. We cuddled up and slept for an hour or so, just resting knowing that we were finally close. 

Living so far apart was hard but I knew that it wouldn't be forever. I just had to get my Mum settled after the divorce and then I would be free. Couple more months then I would move down to be near Him and it would all be perfect. We met on an internet dating site, it passed the time when I was supposed to be working, but how much work can you do when your boss doesn't trust you enough to type a letter? So I was bouncing around online one day and saw His picture and there was just something about Him that caught my eye. He wasn't the most handsome man on there, nor the youngest, but there was something about His face that drew me to Him and we just seemed to click. He lived a good couple of hours south of me, not that far, but between His work and the never-ending crises that occurred on a daily basis in my house we had only managed to snatch a few days here and there since the day we met.

My mother had planned her whole life around her house. When the shopping got done, when the cleaner came, when the gardener came, every part of her life revolved around her home. Not our home, not Dad's home, it was her home and when Dad decided he'd had enough and wanted someone who could look after him, he at least had the guts to walk away from the marriage before looking elsewhere. And to be honest, I couldn't blame him. I had only just escaped to my own place but when he left I had to go back home and pick up the pieces. And there were a lot of those. Their wedding china was dropped out of the bedroom window; the collection of angels that had been built up by them both over birthdays, Christmases, and anniversaries was used as ammunition against the happy couple photographs that dotted the house. 

And ok yeah, she was hurting, but I really couldn't take more than another six weeks of bitching from her and her friends about what a bastard Dad was. He'd had to move away from the area to escape her, and wasn't more than half an hour on the train away from where Sir lived. So I had a bit of a double motive for moving away from the north of England. When I met Sir online it seemed that it was perfect timing all round. 

I was still quite young, 21 to His 34, and yep, I could be dippy, but with Him I felt older, stronger, strangely because I gave in and let Him lead. By submitting to Him, I grew stronger. I didn't know until we started really talking one night that I was submissive. I knew I liked rough sex and spanking turned me on, but that night He told me I was a good girl and the rush of pleasure that rippled through my body was so intense that I came there and then. I was a bit like 'What the fuck just happened?' but He knew then and there that I was a sub. He told me of websites I could go to, books I could read and He left me alone for a week to read and think and decide if I wanted to take this further. As I stayed up til all hours devouring all I could get my hands about the subject, more and more pieces of my life began slotting into place. Why I picked older men, wanting a lead from them; why most of my relationships had broken down, I had been a doormat. I might as well have painted 'Welcome' on my forehead and laid down for them. 

At the end of the week I got a phone call from Him, asking how I felt about the subject. 

'It seems that the more I read, the more I find things that I can relate to.' I told Him.

'So you're interested in going further with this then?'

'Yes.' I replied

'Yes what?' came the growled question.

'Yes Sir.' I stammered out.

'Good girl.' His voice warmed and sent chills down my spine. 'Now open the door for me.'

'You're here?' I squeaked with joy and ran to open the front door.

He was there, leaning against the porch with a smug grin on His face. 

'I thought you'd be pleased to see me,' He said, 'But I didn't realise how glad til you broke my ribs.'

I'd flung my arms round Him as hard as I could. I couldn't reach His neck, He stood six foot to my five foot six, so I had to settle for His chest. And it was such a nice chest, broad, firm but without a whole load of muscle to get in my way. It tapered down to narrow hips and long legs. He ran a lot, not competing, just for the release it gave Him from His life. He told me that out on the road He didn't care about anything but putting one foot in front of the other, finding His rhythm and keeping it. I buried my face in His chest and breathed in His scent. I didn't what it was about the way He smelled but it always made me feel safe and warm. I'd nicked a shirt off Him the first time we met up just to have His smell around me. It reminded me of when we'd been together and the way it hit my pussy was so good. 

He tangled His fingers in my hair and raised my face to Him.

'Don't I get a hallo kiss?' He asked.

I turned to drag Him upstairs to my room, speaking over my shoulder.

'You can have a hallo, hiya and welcome kiss but upstairs.'

'Stop,' He commanded me firmly. 'I don't think you've learnt anything from all that material I gave you. Who is in charge here?'

I stopped, mortified that I hadn't thought my behaviour through.

'I'm sorry Sir, I guess I was so happy to see you I forgot.'

'That's alright my pet. Your enthusiasm for me is very touching, and I don't want you to ever lose it, but let me lead, ok?

'Yes Sir.' I nodded, still embarrassed. 

'Let it go and take me to your room.'

'Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.'

'Let it go, it's finished with now.'

'Sorry Sir.'

'Would you please stop apologising?'

'Sorry S...'

'Pet, you just apologised for apologising. If the next word out your mouth is sorry, I am going to get annoyed with you.'

I stood there. I didn't know what to say next. I didn't want to annoy Him but the only word I could think of was sorry. I was standing in front of Him on one leg, the other one was curling around it. I couldn't think of what to do, the panic was rising in me and I cringed away from Him. 

'Pet, what's wrong?'

'I don't know what to say, Sir, I, I, I'm sor...'

'Stop. Breath. Relax. I'm not a monster, I'm not going to bite your head off. Come here.'

I walked over to Him and the movement seemed to break the panic washing over me. I stepped into His arms and He held me close, stroking me hair gently.

'You haven't done anything wrong and I am not angry with you; but I don't want you to talk for the rest of the night unless I ask you a direct question, understand?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Good girl. Take me to your room.'

I wiggled out His arms and lead Him by the hand up the stairs to my bedroom. It was one of the few times I'd ever let anyone in there. With my other boyfriends I'd stayed over at their houses. It was my room and I liked my privacy. My bed took up most of the floor space, and what was left was filled up with bookcases. He let go of my hand and sat on the bed, standing me in front of Him. 

'Have we got the house to ourselves?'

'Yes Sir, well until about 10 o'clock or so then Mum will be back and I don't know if she'll be ok with...'

'Stop. I only asked if we had the place to ourselves. I didn't want the whys and wherefores, just a simple yes or no will do, ok?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Good girl. I'm not going to stay the night, in fact I wont be here for more than an hour, but you are going to cum at least three times, is that understood?'

'Yes Sir.'

I was still panicking a bit from before but when He told me how many time He expected me to cum, my toes started curling up and my shoulders hunched round my body. The first night we had been together I had cum once properly and faked the rest, like I normally did. My body just didn't seem to know how to relax enough to enjoy sex, it was like I couldn't switch off pleasing a man enough to have fun myself. 

'Pet, are you panicking again?'

'Umm a bit Sir.'

'Ok. We'll take this slowly. Take off your clothes.'

When I hesitated, He said,

'I saw you naked last time and I didn't run away did I?'

'No Sir.'

'No, so get undressed.'

I pulled my jumper off over my head and put it on the end of the bed. I unzipped my jeans, all the while knowing He was watching me in the harsh overhead light. I didn't look at Him as I unclipped my bra. This had to be the least sexy strip tease He had ever seen, I was pulling clothes off my body randomly. I looked down at my feet as I slid my briefs off and saw I was still wearing socks. I tugged at them hurriedly and almost fell over. I couldn't look at Him, I was sure He would be laughing at me and my rather pathetic attempts. Normally it wouldn't have been like this. I wasn't some simpering virgin type, I was the one who tore my boyfriends clothes off, literally one time; but for some reason when He watched me I was clumsy and awkward. 

'Switch the light off.' He told me, 'Then come back to the bed and lie down.'

I felt better in the dark and I scuttled onto the bed beside Him. He had moved up to the head of the bed but He was still fully clothed. I reached for His mouth but He caught my hands and spun me round to lie on my back between His legs. He held me there for a few minutes, just cuddling me, His lips on the back of my neck softly kissing away the tension in my body. He let go of my hands and said,

'I want you to play with your pussy. I want you to do all the things you do when you're on your own.'

My fingers crept down my body slowly. His hands were on my shoulders stroking down my arms and grazing the edges of my breasts. I didn't think I'd be all that wet but to my surprise my juices were running quite freely and it was easy for me to spread them all over my shaven pussy. I circled my middle finger around my clit, relaxing at the familiar touch of my own hand. His hands kept stroking down my arms but His fingers were moving over my breasts towards my nipples. As I relaxed more, I leant against Him, feeling the buttons of His shirt pressing into my back. 

I slipped my finger from my clit to inside my pussy, just gently sliding it in and out, while my palm rubbed over my clit. I heard His voice in my ear,

'Bend your finger slightly pet, find that sweet little spot for me.'

I did as I was told, bending my finger to hit my G-spot. His hands were playing opening with my breasts now, rolling my nipples between His fingers. I could feel my body tightening, both my hands were on my pussy, pressing down hard to intensify the pleasure. His solid cock was pushing against my back and I was shuddering under the feelings His hands were giving to me. I took a deep breath, wiggling my finger to push me over the edge when He pinched my nipples hard with His fingertips and the air was forced out my lungs by the power of my orgasm. I was shivering with lust, feeling my pussy clenching around my fingers, pushing them out. He kissed all along my shoulders, up my neck to my ear and whispered,

'That is how you cum for me from now on. No more faking it, do you understand?'

'But how,' I started to ask, twisting round to face Him.

'Did I know?' He finished for me. 'I felt the first one that night and I knew you could do better and I knew when you were pissing about. So from now on, you cum like that or you don't cum at all and we work out why you felt you couldn't or wouldn't, yes?'

'Yes Sir.' I was horrified He'd known I'd been faking. I felt like I'd let Him down and all my good feelings from the cum disappeared.

'I'm sor..'

'Go on, what were you about to say?'

'Sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to let you down.' I was nearly crying with the thought of hurting Him like that.

'Oh pet. You didn't let me down, you let yourself down. You've let yourself be fobbed off for so long that it's become second nature to you. Oh come here, don't cry, you were a good girl to try, but I know you can do better and I know that you will do better, you just need a bit of time to learn how to relax and let it flow, ok pet?'

I nodded, sniffing a bit.

'I got your shirt all wet.' I said miserably.

'I have clean shirts at home. This is not a big thing, not something for you to worry about. Look, sit up for a minute.'

I got up and He pulled the quilt out from underneath Himself. He settled back against the pillows and opened His arms to me.

'I think you need to sleep.'

'But Sir, what about...'

'You know, I'm fairly sure I told you not to speak unless I gave you a direct question. Now come here and go to sleep.'

'Will you...?' I couldn't finish the question.

'Will I be here when you wake up? No, I have to get back home tonight. But I will call you in the morning and we can talk then.'

His cock was still hard, I could feel it pressing against my head as I lay with my head on His thigh. 

'Do you not need to cum Sir?'

'It can wait til later pet. Now be quiet and go to sleep.' 

I lay between His legs, His body curled over me protectively. His hands were on my hair, soothing away all my worries and I fell into the best nights sleep I'd had in months. Waking up to find He wasn't there was awful.

When I awoke this time, in the hotel, His arms were folded around me, holding me close, holding me tight, making me feel safe and warm and loved.



Liverpool Ch. 03



We were lying there, just revelling in the feel of naked skin on naked skin when His phone chirruped. It was always on, He was always on duty; He was the go to guy for His department so He had to be. It was one of the reasons I liked Him so much, His sense of duty. I was proud of the fact that He was the problem solver in His company, my man helped when no-one else could. But it was a bit of a bugger when it interrupted our time together. He rolled over with a sigh reaching for His phone and His fags at the same time. 

I got up and walked into the bathroom. I could tell from His words and the tone of His voice that this was going to be a long call so I jumped in the shower. My hair was full of product and it made it sticky so I decided to wash it all out and leave it soft for Him to play with later on. If I was good He might brush it for me. I loved having my hair brushed, it was one of the reasons I spent so much time at the hairdressers. Well, that and the gossip. I worked up a good lather, letting the suds stream down my wet body, allowing my hands wander down over the curves after them. 

I squeezed my breasts, feeling how full they were in my hands and the resulting twinge from deep inside my belly pushed out more of His cum from my pussy. The feel of it trickling from me was ticklish but awfully nice. I put my hand over my pussy to feel it, slick and smooth as it coated my fingers, refusing to be washed away by the water that thudded on my shoulders. I leaned back against the wall and explored more. I wanted to see how our juices tasted when they were mixed so I brought my fingers up to my mouth and sucked on them. It was a strange mix, His tanginess with my sweetness and I giggled as the thought of sweet and sour sauce flashed though my mind. 

I was just slowly running my finger up and down my pussy, dreamy, quiet, lost in the sensations, slipping it inside me to find more of His sperm to stroke over myself. Our juices, mixing on my body, the though alone was pushing me close to cuming and remembering how it felt as He exploded in me caused me to push down hard on my clit and tip over the edge again. I shuddered against the cold tiles, my body hunched forwards as I felt myself tightening and then the exquisite moment when it all released and I gasped for air as my orgasm swept though my body. It wasn't as huge as the ones He gave me; they would leave me shaking, unable to stand. This one was more like an aftershock, but the fact that He could make me cum from a memory alone surprised me. 

As I recovered and straightened up, pulling my fingers from me, the hot water soothed my body. I reluctantly washed the last traces of Him from me but I knew that He would leave more lasting ones in the following hours. I couldn't hear His voice over the noise of the shower and I had hoped that He would be finished by the time I got out but no. He was sitting on the chair by the window trying to explain something to the very thick person on the other end of the phone. It always amazed me how comfortable He was naked. He seemed almost to not notice His lack of clothing whereas I was hyper-conscious of the air on my body. He saw my wet naked body and smiled but pointed to the phone glued to His ear with regret. I flopped down on the bed and started to towel dry my hair, rolling onto my front with my knees bent and my ankles crossed when I was finished.

And still He talked and explained about procedure and the right way and the wrong way and it was all so dull! I swear I would have fallen asleep after the first five minutes but half an hour later and He was still going. I got up and started wandering about the room, pausing in front of the full-length mirror and stretching my arms way above my head to show off my breasts to Him. I padded on tiptoes over to the window, just out of His reach, and leaned on the sill, accentuating my long legs. He knew exactly what I was doing, teasing Him with my body, taunting Him with what He was missing out on playing with, and I could see it was working. For once our roles were reversed and I was the one in control, though it wasn't a physical bind He was in but a mental one. Knowing He could regain control in a second gave me the confidence to see how far I could push Him. 

I looked at Him with a seductive smile and padded back over to the bed. I leaned forwards over it, spreading my legs so He could see my pussy clearly then slid one of my hands back and started playing. I wasn't trying to cum, just seeing how far I could go before He gave up and came back to me. I pushed my shoulders up with my other hand, trying to see what effect I was having on Him and He was still sitting there, only now He had His big cock in His hand, stroking up and down, just watching me, enjoying the show. And still talking! I was not impressed. So I thought, 

'Right, time to take this up a notch.'

I got up off the bed and marched over to Him. I knew the one thing that would get His attention. I dropped to my knees and before He knew what was happening I had His rock hard cock in my mouth and started sucking on it like a lollypop. His gasp at my shocking behaviour must have reached down the line coz I heard the muffled voice asking if He was ok. He actually looked surprised I had gone that far. His quiet little pet was demanding His attention? I was surprised too, I hadn't thought I could be so bold. In the past I'd waited for His lead, even in the car on the way here He'd given me signs that I could follow. 

But here I was taking instead of waiting for His lead or asking permission as I normally would have. I wanted His attention, I demanded His attention with my actions and it gave me a slight buzz to know I could do that. I was rolling my tongue around His cock, rubbing it against the underside, using the back of my throat to nudge at the tip, stimulating every part of it. 

I glanced up at Him as He finished the call. He looked down at me and said,

'Yes, can I help you with something?'

I drew my head back, still sucking hard so His cock 'popped' out my mouth. 

'Please Sir. May I have some more?'

'More what?'

'Sex please.' I said with a hopeful expression.

'Oh so now you're asking.'

'Yes,' I said slowly, 'What else would I do?'

'Demand, perhaps. That's what you've been doing since you got out the shower.'

'I couldn't speak to you to ask. You were busy.' 

I was kind of hoping that my innocence act would get me out of trouble, but from the look on His face I knew He wasn't buying it. 

'Right young lady, you asked for this.'

He grabbed my wrists and yanked me to my feet. I shrieked and wiggled and pulled against Him, hard enough to slip out of His grasp. I turned and ran round the bed away from Him and He chased me into the corner, breathing hard with the excitement of it. My eyes darted from side to side, trying to find a way out. His arms stretched out wide to pin me there but I ducked underneath them and leaped on the bed. He grabbed my ankle, making me squeal and kick out. He caught my other leg, using it to gain leverage and gripping further up at my hips. He held me firmly, flipping me onto my back and climbing over me, grinning at my attempts to escape.

'Where you going pet? I thought you wanted more?'

He dug His fingers into my thighs, prising my legs open and slid His cock deep inside me with one thrust. The chase had gotten me so wet it was easy for Him to plunge into me over and over. He lifted my hands above my head and held them there while He nibbled and sucked on my nipples. I feigned compliance for a minute, clutching at the sheets, letting Him think it was safe for Him to release me. He moved His hands down onto my breasts, kneading at my flesh while He bit hard on the underside, leaving bruises I would treasure in the days to come. But releasing my wrists had just let me get a good grip on the edge of the bed and I was able to pull myself out from underneath Him. I grinned up at Him and giggled as I felt Him slide out of me and I hauled myself off the bed, landing in a heap on the floor. He shouted at me in annoyance that I had evaded His embrace and He jumped off the bed after me. 

He herded me into a corner, His eyes full of lust for me. He grabbed my arms hard this time and twisted them up behind my back. It didn't hurt that much, I was double jointed so I could get my body into all sorts of weird and wonderful positions, but it allowed Him to gain full control over me. I was marched back over to the bed and thrown down on it, though He made sure to keep a hold of me this time. He reached down and picked His belt up off the floor, using it to bind my arms up behind my back. He sat down on the bed beside me as I struggled to get free. 

'You wanted sex pet, you're going to get sex. But first, for making me chase you round the room like that, you're going to have to pay, got it?'

'Really Sir? Do you have to?'

'You know I have to. If I went around letting you get away with distracting me like that all the time I'd never get any work done, would I?'

'Would it help if I said sorry?'

'No.' He said with a smile and a shake of His head.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over His knee. My head was hanging off one side and my legs were just about touching the floor. I was totally helpless. He brought His hand down on my upturned arse hard, making me squeal with the mix of pain and pleasure. He held me down with one hand on my back, the other one spanking my arse hard. After every other slap He would stroke down over my pussy, checking to see how wet I was and very soon His hand became coated in my juices, making squelching noises with every strike. He finally stopped, pushing me down onto my knees. He held up His hand and said,

'Look at me, covered in your pussy juice. I think you'd better clean me up.'

My hands were still tied behind my back so I stuck out my tongue and He placed His hand in front of my face. I licked Him clean, long slow strokes of my tongue covering every inch of His hand. I sucked His fingers deep in my mouth, rolling them round the same way I did His cock. He stroked my hair as I moved from His fingers to His thigh, licking up all the juice that had dripped from me on to Him there. He looked down at me as I lapped away.

'You like that pet?' He asked with surprise

I looked up at Him with a smile and replied 

'Yes Sir.'

'Mmmm, maybe I need to get you another slut to play with, would you like that?'

I looked away shyly. I'd never admitted to anyone else before that I liked girls. I had found a girly mag from an ex boyfriend hidden away in a wardrobe once but instead of being disgusted by it, I found that looking through it gave me a huge thrill. I'd never kissed another girl, not even when I was drunk, but the desire was hot inside me to try. My biggest secret, hidden away for years and He had pulled it from me so quickly. I let my hair cover my face and said very quietly,

'Yes Sir, very much so.'

'Then I will see what I can do for you. But in the mean time, I believe you asked for more sex.'

He lifted me to my feet, still with my arms bound behind my back and laid me on the bed. He was so strong, He could put me in any position He wanted and He knew it. But His face was quiet, thoughtful as He stroked my hair, kissing all along the hair line; soft sweet kisses that trailed down to my jaw line. His fingers were gentle on my skin, moving over my breasts, feather light on my nipples for once. They rose to meet His touch as I pushed my chest up to greet Him. My lower body was trapped by His hips and I could feel His cock, stiff against my leg. I was whimpering with need but He seemed determined to take His time. 

His mouth had reached my breasts and His breath was cool as He licked my nipples then blew on them. His fingers were tracing a path to my pussy down my belly, so softly I could barely feel their touch, His mouth following where He had caressed me. He lay between my thighs, kissing from my knees to the soft tingly area where my legs met my body, nuzzling in there as I tried in vain to position my pussy under His lips. I felt like I was going to explode if He didn't touch me soon and I was begging Him to. 

'What do you want pet, tell me?'

'Please Sir, I want...' I paused, I hadn't ever told Him what I wanted. He took and I loved it, no matter what He did. 

His eyes were soft as He looked up at me,

'It's ok princess, just say the words.'

'Please Sir, will you touch me?'

'Where?'

'On, on my pussy Sir.'

'On your pussy? Like this?' He said as He opened up my lips and blew cool air on my wet pussy. 

It was like nothing I had ever felt before, His tongue felt boiling hot in contrast when He flicked the tip of it over my clit. I was teetering on the edge, so much sensation but not enough to push me over. He blew cool air and licked with His hot tongue over and over and over again til I thought I would go out of my mind if He didn't help me to cum. I was begging Him, pleading with Him to help me, babbling nonsense in the hope He would take pity on me. My back was arched up so only my hips and my shoulders were touching the bed. 

In the end He took pity on me, placing His lips over my clit and sucking it in His mouth, sliding His thumb in my pussy at the same time. I came so hard I screamed, feeling like something inside me broke as I collapsed down on the bed, shuddering wildly as the aftershocks ripped through my body. My pussy was still clenching down when He nudged His cock inside me. He held me close, slipping His arms underneath me and wrapping His strong hands around my shoulders. His mouth was in the hollow of my neck, nibbling and biting and all the while His cock was sliding in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm that made me shudder and cum more times than I can remember. 

His voice was hypnotic in my ear, telling me what a good girl I was, how I was pleasing Him with my body, asking me to cum again for Him and praising me when I did. 

'That's it my princess, cum for me, let me feel your body quivering underneath me.'

His hands were holding me firmer now, His fingers digging in as He got closer and closer to cuming. 

'Oh god baby, that's it cum with me, one last big one.' He commanded as He kept His rhythm going, looking down at me with His blue eyes full of love and lust.

I could feel His cock growing and twitching inside me as His orgasm tore through His body, transferring the pleasure to me as His hot sticky cum pumped into my pussy and He gasped and shook above me. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard as His body jumped in time to my convulsions. He held me for a while, letting His body calm down, and then came the part I hated the most, the moment when He slipped out of me. I hated feeling so empty.

My body was still trembling with the aftershocks as He rolled me over onto my side and released my arms. I lay on the bed, curled up with aching muscles from cuming so hard and for so long and still they came, wave after wave of pleasure flooding through me. He had gone to the bathroom and put the kettle on but still I lay on the bed and shook. He came over and smiled at me. He lifted my head on to His knee and stroked my back, waiting for me to calm down. It was a full ten minutes before I had the strength to lift my head and look up at Him.

'Please Sir, may I have some more?'



Liverpool Ch. 04



He looked down at me and shook His head, smiling. 

'You never cease to amaze me pet. How many times have you cum now?'

'I don't know Sir, was I supposed to be counting?'

'No, you were supposed to be enjoying it.'

I snuggled closer on to His lap and sighed contentedly.

'I was. That's why I want more.'

'Well right now, my little sex pot, I need to eat. So put some clothes on and we'll go and get some dinner, ok?'

'Ok Sir, if you insist.'

I crawled off His lap and stood, or at least tried to stand. My legs wobbled underneath me and I collapsed back onto the bed. 

'Opps, steady, you alright there pet?'

'Yes,' I replied giggling, 'Should be in a minute or so. I think you broke something though coz my legs don't seem to want to work.'

'What's so funny?' He asked laughing at my puzzled expression.

'Please don't make me laugh, I need to pee and my legs wont work!'

'Come here.' He said grabbing my hands. 'We can't have you making a mess on the bed now can we?'

He helped me to stand, my legs felt like they were made of jelly and I couldn't stop giggling. 

'What have you done to me?' I asked in wonder.

'It's natural, cuming like that releases endorphins, makes you feel like you've been smoking something you shouldn't have. Here we go, here's the toilet. Sit down there.'

He turned me round and helped me to sit. I had never felt like this before, not even when I HAD smoked something I shouldn't have. I felt so buzzy but in such a good way, like my skin was hyper-sensitive to the slightest touch and everything looked brighter, so bright in fact I had to half close my eyes from the harsh lights in the bathroom. But my brain was clouded, thinking was hard, like wading through thick sticky mud, and I decided to give up on thinking for now and just let my body feel what it wanted to and enjoy the sensations. 

I managed to stand and stagger out of the bathroom. He was sitting on the bed, already dressed, waiting for me. He had also laid out clothes for me, jeans and the shirt He had been wearing when He'd picked me up from the station, but no underwear. I walked over to my bag and picked it up, intending to find the pretty pink set I'd packed especially for Him to see. 

'Pet, I have your clothes here for you. What are you looking for?'

'Underwear Sir.' I replied, still thinking slowly.

'You don't need any tonight. Come and get dressed.'

I frowned, trying to get my brain to work.

'Why don't I need any tonight?'

'Because it'll get in my way when I rip your clothes off later on.'

'Ohh, ok then.' 

I crossed the room over to the bed and picked up the items He had chosen for me. 

'I hope you don't mean literally rip Sir, coz this is an awfully nice shirt.'

'Just put the clothes on so we can go for dinner.' 

'Yes Sir.' I said. 

It was much easier to obey than to question. Already I was falling into the role He had selected for me. He liked caring for me it seemed and I liked pleasing Him, it was simple but it worked. I pulled my jeans on and slipped the shirt over my shoulders, buttoning it up. My breasts felt heavy without the usual support of a bra and they swung against the thin material of the shirt as I bent down to slide my black flat pumps onto my feet. He watched my slow, almost dreamy movements, then called me over. He picked up my brush from beside Him and pushed me down between His knees. I sat cross-legged on the floor, surrendering my body to Him once more. He held the end of my hair in His big hand and pulled all the knots out of there before moving up my head and brushing from root to tip, a slow hypnotic movement that relaxed me so much it threatened to send me to sleep. 

In fact I think I must have dozed off because there was a tap on my shoulder that made me jerk upright once more. 

'Come on pet. Dinner time.' He told me, hauling me to my feet. 

I was blinking owlishly at Him. I still felt kind of sluggish but I let Him lead me out of the room and down the long hall to the lift. I leaned against His shoulder blade as we waited for the car to arrive. He guided me in and out of the doors that got in our way until I felt a blast of cold air hit me in the face and chest. It was like stepping into a freezer and woke me up immediately. My focus sharpened and my nipples sprang up to press against the shirt I was wearing. I looked down and I could see them clearly. I could also see from the direction of His eyes and the smug smile on His face that He had planned this all along. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide them and turned to walk back into the hotel. He must have seen I was upset because He didn't try and stop me, just followed me in and took my hand. 

'Are you ok pet?'

I nodded my head, not looking at Him as I lied.

'Hey, this isn't going to work if you lie to me.' 

He pulled me over out of the way of a family that were trying to leave.

'Did it upset you, looking like that?'

I nodded my head again, still not looking at Him.

'Then I'm sorry. If you're ever uncomfortable with anything I do, you have to tell me. I don't read minds, ok?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Right, as my way of apologising, you can pick whatever you like for dinner.'

'Even steak?'

'Yes, even steak.'

I smiled at Him. I liked my food, I was lucky that I never seemed to put any weight on, so I could indulge my taste buds with whatever they wanted. 

'And pudding?'

'Yes and pudding too. Can we go and get a table now?'

We went through to the restaurant and found an empty table. I told Him what I wanted and He ordered for me. We talked while we waited for the food to come, our hands curling round each other's fingers, mimicking our bodies earlier. We didn't talk about anything in particular, just exploring the other's mind, finding similarities and differences in tastes. Even when our food came we didn't stop talking, lingering over the new feelings that arose from each sentence, each thought that emerged. We sat and talked for hours, when they closed the bar we took the conversation back to our room. We lay on top of the bed naked and still we talked, His hands stroking down my back as I explained about my family, how my mother had suffocated me with her rights and wrongs, how I could understand why my father had to leave and how I felt the same. He told me about His childhood, He came from a large family were there was always someone fighting with someone else and how He'd moved halfway up the country to escape their reaches. 

I'd never gotten to know a man like this before, never taken the time to understand where all the others had been coming from. It was a nice feeling to be let in like this, to be in His life, not just stuck on the sidelines looking in or kept at arms length. It had been pretty lonely, not having someone to call on when I'd needed help, being some dirty little secret, a doll, tucked away to be played with whenever they had wanted and then put back in the cupboard when they went home to a loving if slightly boring wife. I hadn't wanted to a mistress and I wasn't always a mistress, but I never seemed to find a man who was happy to take me out in public. 

And I didn't know what it was about me that made me attract men like that. I guess it was the submissive side of me that let me think that this was an acceptable way to be treated, they took what they wanted and I gave without question or thinking. But with Him I felt that He would let me in. He didn't seem to compartmentalise His life like so many men did. Instead He opened up His heart and His arms to me, made me feel safe, warm and loved. We hadn't said the 'L' word yet. I had in my diary, but that was my secret place and no-one got to see that. He got up and made a cup of tea for us both, bringing it back to bed with Him. We carried on talking til our voices were hoarse with the effort then snuggled down under the covers. He lay on His side, His arm stretched out in front of His body while I pulled a pillow down below it. His free arm was draped over my waist, keeping me close to Him. We fell asleep like that, even when we were unaware of each other we had to be close, had to feel the other's skin. 

I don't know what time it was when I woke up, it was still dark outside and the birds weren't singing yet. He'd rolled over onto His back but His arm was still curled round my shoulders. I trailed one hand down His belly to His cock. For once it was soft, loose in my hand, and I wanted to see what it felt like in my mouth. I slid out of His embrace and wiggled down the bed under the covers. He smelt and tasted of our sex, a warm, stuffy smell that mixed with His own smell nicely and a taste that was sweet and tart at the same time. 

I lay between His legs, resting my elbows on either side of His hips. He was still small enough that I could get all of Him in my mouth; when He was totally erect I would struggle to fit two thirds in. No matter how I tried I couldn't deep throat Him, it just didn't seem to work for me. I made a hollow with my tongue and He rested there as I slid it back and forth, covering it with saliva. He shifted underneath me, getting close to waking, but I kept going. His cock was waking too, the blood rushing to it to stiffen it up. Feeling it grow in my mouth, twitching and jerking, knowing I had done that all by myself made me feel quite pleased. He sighed in His sleep, His hips starting to move in time with my tongue. 

When He was so big I couldn't fit Him all in my mouth, I stopped and crept up over His body, positioning my pussy above His cock. He had frowned when I stopped sucking Him, but as my wet little pussy took just the head of Him inside me He smiled and nodded to Himself. I gently lowered myself down; my poor pussy had seen a lot of action over the last few hours and it was a slow job to make Him fit comfortably. At last though He was inside me, where He belonged, filling me up totally and I began to rock my hips forwards and back, not riding Him hard, just softly making love to Him. I lay down over His chest and kissed His neck, His jaw line, moving up to His lips. He opened His mouth to my tongue at the same time as He opened His eyes. The look of surprise on His face that He wasn't dreaming made me giggle and tighten my pussy's muscles around His cock. He groaned with lust, grabbing hold of my hips to push me down hard onto His cock and kissed my neck and shoulders.

I could feel my body shaking, building up to orgasm. He could feel it too and He took over, thrusting into me harder and harder. He placed His hands on my lower back and held me there as He pushed me over the edge, driving deep inside me. My arms were free for once and I gripped His shoulders, digging my nails into the muscles there. In turn He seized my shoulder with His teeth and bit hard, sucking the skin in His mouth, leaving me a huge bruise that would last for days. He was still thrusting into me, and He was growing bigger as my pussy was getting smaller, squeezing Him tighter. He looked deep in my eyes as He came, the tiny light showing through the curtains let me see His eyes darken as He shuddered beneath me, breathing hard, holding me so close I thought He would push me through His body. We laid like that for ages. Feeling His body calm, I relaxed against Him, lying on top of Him, feeling each breath push me up then lower me back closer to Him.

He moved His arms up to hold my chest to Him and rolled over onto His side, still with me inside Him. 

'Oh baby, where did that come from?'

'I don't know,' I said. 'I just woke up and wanted you.'

'I thought I was dreaming.' He told me. 'What time is it?'

I stretched out behind my head to reach my phone on the bedside table. Flipping it open, I squinted at the sudden light for a minute til my eyes adjusted.

'Nearly 4am. Sorry, I just got horny.'

'Pet don't ever apologise for doing something like that. If I have to wake up, that's the best way in the world to do it.' He said with a smile and a kiss on my cheek.

He was still inside me; my legs were still wrapped round His body. He lifted Himself up so I could slide the bottom one out from underneath Him and lay it down alongside His legs. He held my top leg where it was, lifted up over His hip so that He could stay inside my pussy for a bit longer. We cuddled up together, kissing softly, whispering nonsense, being close til we finally slept again. 

We had to be quick in the morning. I was getting the half past eight train so He could get to His office for nine. We had breakfast in the hotel restaurant, I didn't know how He could face bacon and eggs at that time of day, I stuck with toast and jam and a big cup of tea. I am so not a morning person. We finished up and He took me out to His car. I hadn't seen much of the surrounding countryside on the way here, but I had a chance to take in the green trees that concealed the building from the main road now, giant horse chestnuts that shaded the car park from the morning sun. The whole area was so pretty. I'd pulled on the same clothes as I'd worn last night, He still hadn't seen the pink underwear I'd brought with me but I guessed there would be another time. 

I was dreading leaving Him. I sat in the passenger seat with my legs pulled up under me and my hand on His lap. As we got closer to the station I got more and more upset. In the end I was shivering with the misery running through me. I didn't want to go, why was He making me go? Why wouldn't He let me stay with Him? Had I done something wrong? I couldn't say any of this to Him though. I just sat and shook. I wouldn't even look at Him; I didn't want Him to see the tears in my eyes. He pulled up outside the station and switched off the engine. He turned to me and lifted my head so He could see my face. 

'Why are you crying pet?'

'Coz I don't want to go.' I wailed at Him. 'Why are you making me go?'

'I'm not making you do anything pet.'

'You're not letting me stay with you though are you?'

'Is that what you really want?'

'Yes, don't you know that? All I want is to stay with you and look after you.'

'Well if that's what you want, then why didn't you say anything?'

'Coz I didn't think you wanted me to stay.' 

The tears that had been brewing in my eyes were now streaming down my face and my nose was running. The mascara I'd put on this morning was running too, giving me a zebra like face, black lines on white skin. 

'You want to live with me? We haven't known each other that long.'

'All I want is this morning for the rest of my life. To wake up with your cum dribbling out of me, to feel the marks of your love on my skin, please Sir, please let me stay?'

He sat there watching me and smiled. He stroked my chin and then pulled me over on to His lap, pulling my hair gently as I sobbed on His chest.

'If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get, ok?'

I howled with relief. He was letting me stay. We got a few funny looks, He told me later, but I didn't care. Slowly I pulled myself together. I pushed myself off His chest to look at Him and saw the state of His shirt. It seemed all my make up had rubbed off onto Him and it was coated with black smudges and pink lipstick.

'I always seem to be ruining your shirts.' I said with a smile and a sniff.

'You can wash it for me tomorrow, ok?'

'Tomorrow? I can't wash it today?'

'Pet, I know this much about you. You have too many clothes and even more shoes, how are you going to survive without them?'

'So I still have to go?' I cried, starting to crumple up in tears again. 

'Right now I need you to be my good girl. I need you to be strong and brave and walk into that station with me. I'm going to buy you a one-way ticket for tomorrow morning to come back down here with all your clothes. I'm gonna need some time to sort out the house for you. Can you be good for me?'

I sniffed again and nodded. 

'Good girl. Come on, off my lap and we'll get you sorted out.'

I climbed off Him and let Him lead me into the station. I'd cleaned up my face as best I could with the hankies He had in the car but it was still obvious that I'd been crying. He pulled me quite forcefully across to the ticket booth and paid for my ticket, thrusting it into my hand.

'Right,' He said, 'Now don't lose this. I will see you tomorrow.'

I was looking up at Him. I couldn't quite believe it. One minute I had been so miserable, the next I was unbelievably happy. It was all so much to take in. Tomorrow I would be living with Him. I would wake up in His arms, look after Him and His house during the day and go to sleep in His arms. I thought I was dreaming, this couldn't be happening. I just stood there staring at Him with my mouth wide open.

'What's wrong pet?'

'Are you sure about this Sir? You really want me in your house, your home?'

'I do, quite apart from anything else I could do with a housekeeper and I can't afford to pay one. What?' He said with a flippant grin.

I slapped Him on the arm. 

'I'm was being serious, Sir.'

'So was I.' He said suddenly sober. 'I want you with me.' 

He pulled me into the circle of His arms, the warmest, safest place I knew. He linked His fingers in the small of my back and leaned down to kiss my nose.

'You belong to me now, you know that?'

'I do Sir.'

'Do you accept that, totally? Your body belongs to me, your will is mine, starting from tomorrow, do you accept that?'

'I do Sir, I am yours.'

'I am so proud of you pet. Now lets find your train. You need to get home and pack.'

'Yes Sir.' I said with a smile.

'Good girl.'

He released one arm, keeping the other securely around me and helped me find the platform. It was just as well He did, my head was still in the clouds over what we had decided. I got to live with Him. I had such a stupid grin on my face. He found the train for me too and then pushed me up against the wall, kissing me so hard I could barely breath. 

'Tomorrow you will be mine, my pet.'

I groaned with pleasure at the thought, throwing my head back as He kissed and nibbled down my neck.

'But right now you have to get on that train and let me get to work.'

I did as I was told, but I held His hand right up until the doors started to close. He stood on the platform and watched me go. My heart was breaking at being separated from Him, but I knew that it was only for twenty-four hours this time. Then I would be back and in His arms, safe, secure and loved once more.



Liverpool Ch. 05



I sat on the train, stunned. I simple couldn't believe that I was going to live with Him. It couldn't happen, I couldn't be this happy, but I was. I was looking down at the ticket in my hand. It felt so insubstantial, yet it was proof that I wasn't dreaming. I sat there with a stupid grin on my face the whole way home. Even changing trains was no problem, I felt completely insulated from the world, nothing could touch me, nothing could go wrong. Eventually I pulled up at my station. I'd left my car at home, getting a taxi to drop me off. Mother wouldn't give me a lift anywhere since I'd gotten my licence and it was too expensive to park it over night. I got a cab back to the house. That was one of the nice things about living in a small city; even the suburbs were easy and cheap to get to from the town centre. 

I was back home by lunchtime. Mother was still out at work, she was an event organiser for one of the local hotel and they had a big do on this weekend. Her yappy little Pekinese was shut in his cage. He pissed all over the furniture if he was left free and even though Mother had been told that getting him neutured would fix it she wouldn't do it. She couldn't do that to her little boy. I swear she loved that dog more than Dad or me. So he stayed in his cage all day, it was a nice cage, with curtains and a soft bed and porcelain water and biscuit bowls, but it was a cage non the less. I let him out into the garden and put the kettle on while I waited for him to yap at the door. I liked dogs, but Ming was not a proper dog, more a moving hearth rug that pissed and smelled, yuck. I let him back in and popped him back in the cage, then I went upstairs to sort out my clothes. 

Sir had been right, I had a lot of clothes. As well as two large suitcases of shoes, there was a packed full double sized wardrobe. And then there was my books. Growing up with my mother looking over my shoulder the whole time, telling me to behave more like a lady, I escaped into books more and more. There were some in there that were like old friends, stories I had gone back to again and again, finding something new each time. They all had to come. I just hoped Sir would have the space for me. I was packing up my life, parts of me, and trying to fit it all into the cases I had was hard. I eventually came to the conclusion that I would have to leave part of it behind. But what? I didn't know what Sir had planned for me. Would He take me to the parties and functions He had to attend as part of His work, or would I be left at home? Would He expect me to get a job? Oh speaking of which I still had to quit my job up here. I sat on my bed, looking around at the chaos that I had created and I didn't know where to start. I was starting to panic, the decisions I had to make were too big, they were overwhelming me. 

I stared around my room, trying to decide what to take with me. I didn't want to call Him, I knew He would be busy, but if I sent Him an email then He could answer it when He had the time. I grabbed my laptop from under the bed where I hid it from my Mother's prying eyes. I'd used to stay in contact with my Dad when he'd left and I used to talk to Sir on the long evenings when I was stuck at home. Mother didn't approve of young ladies going out to the pub at night, and in her house, she made the rules.

'Dear Sir,

i am in the middle of packing my clothes etc but i am unsure of what my role at your house will be. If you could clarify what my situation would be i would be most grateful,

Your pet xxx'

I sent it off to Him. He found it funny that I used formal speech when I sent emails to Him. When we would chat online at night, I was the opposite, using short cuts where ever I could. I had explained to Him that when I was online, I thought faster than my hands could type, that's why I used the short cuts but He still found it cute. He told me once that it was my little quirks that had appealed to Him so much. I started packing my books while I waited for Him to reply. There was no way I was leaving them behind. I pulled my old school trunk down from the attic. 

I'd been sent to a boarding school when I was eleven mainly so I wouldn't see how unhappy my parents were. With me out of the picture they could maintain their cold war without having to pretend for my sake. Mother's parents were complete snobs; they thought that sending me away to a posh school would make me the sort of friends that they approved of, ones with three cars and a stable full of horses. The last thing they wanted was for me to turn out like my Dad, down to earth, practical and in their eyes boring. His biggest passion in life, other than me, was making model boats, tiny little replicas that would take him weeks of painstaking work. I knew from an early age that they didn't like him and I wondered how my parents had ever gotten together. 

I threw out all my old school work, goodness only knows why I'd kept it but in the bin it went. I carefully replaced it with my books, folding my underwear in between them. I checked my email once they were all in and found my reply sitting there waiting for me.

'My pet,

While you are living with me, you will be responsible for looking after my house. I earn more than enough to keep us both so you wont need to work. Clothing wise, jeans are perfectly acceptable for day to day living, though I will expect you to dress for dinner. (shirt or blouse, skirt and heels) I will have cleared room for you in the wardrobe by the time you arrive and I have three large bookcases in the garage that you can use for all your books. 

Sir.

P.S. You've got me writing posh now, wench.'

I giggled at the P.S. It was so like Him, He had such a dry sense of humour that could make me laugh even when I was feeling horrible. His comment about working sparked my attention though, I had forgotten to tell my boss I was leaving. I sent him an email. He wouldn't read it til tomorrow anyway and by that time I would be safely away from him.

'Dear Mr Andrews,

I hereby give notice with immediate effect. 

Yours sincerely,

Megan Foster'

I spent the rest of the afternoon sorting through all my clothes, leaving the stuffy below the knee skirts and dresses my Mother insisted on me wearing to work, only taking the short mini's I'd bought when I'd moved out. Likewise the thick woollen jumpers and heavy cotton blouses she had made for me when I was at school. In fact anything that was remotely unsexy was left hanging in my wardrobe so that in the end I only had my trunk and my shoe suitcases to take with me. It amazed me at how my life could be converted in to so little. This was all I had to show for twenty-one years on the planet, three suitcases. 

I dragged my trunk down the stairs. It weighed a ton with everything that was in it and it made a satisfying thump on each step as it slammed down. I could picture Mother's face at the noise, horrified and shocked at the mess I was making of her home. As it reached the bottom of the stairs, I began to think of how I was going to be able to cope with it on a train. The answer in my head was that I wasn't. I ran back up the stairs and wrote to Sir.

'Dear Sir,

Thank you for the ticket you bought me this morning. Unfortunately i am unable to use it. My trunk weighs a ton and there's no way i can lift it on to a train. If it's all right with you i will drive down tomorrow morning.

Your pet. Xxx'

I opened the front door and heaved my luggage out on to the drive where my little car sat. It was a black three-door Ford Fiesta that my Dad had bought for me as a present for passing my test. Needless to say my Grandparents had thought it very common but I loved it. He had sold two of his models to pay for it and the pride on his face when I had taken him out in it for the first time was incredible. I opened the driver's door and pulled the back seats flat so I could get everything in. Heaving my truck in was no mean feat but after a lot of swearing and pushing I got there in the end. I ran back up the stairs to look round my empty room. All I had left to pick up in the morning was my old teddy who still went everywhere with me, my toiletries, make up and my laptop, still sitting on the bed, open, waiting for Sir's reply. Other than that I was ready to go. I heard my Mother's car in the drive, she was home from work already. I couldn't believe how fast the afternoon had sped by. I heard her voice in the hall, sweet and sugary, cooing over her dog. Then her tone sharpened as she noticed I was home.

'Megan, where are you and why is your trunk in the car?'

'Hallo Mother. Did you have a good day at work?'

'Oh you're upstairs. You still haven't answered my question, why is your car all packed up?'

There wasn't anyway she was going to let me away without an answer right there and then, so I took a deep breath and said,

'I'm moving out again. Clive's asked me to move in with him.'

'Clive? Who is this Clive chap? And why haven't I heard anything about him?'

'You have heard about him, I told you I was going to meet him yesterday. He's the chap I've been speaking to most nights. He asked me to move in with him this morning and I said yes. I'll be leaving in the morning.'

'Oh so you think you can just leave me like your stupid father did? After everything I've done for you, you can't even be bothered to stick around. Where does he live anyway?'

'Liverpool.' I muttered with my head down.

'Liverpool? Right next to your father then. You're running off with some guy who will probably dump you as soon as you sleep with him and why? Just so you can be close to that man?'

'That man happens to be my father, and he loves me a hell of a lot more then you do.' I lifted my eyes to her face and snapped back at her. 

I was slightly shocked at myself, I'd never had a go at her before but I was sick and tired of her bad mouthing him all the time. The look on her face, as she stood there, getting redder and redder at her quiet little daughter shouting at her was priceless though and I just thought, 'Fuck it, I'm leaving anyway.' And I let rip at her.

'And as for Clive dumping me as soon as he sleeps with me, it's a bit late for that. He's had me in every position your prudish mind can conceive and more. He is the nicest man I have ever met, he doesn't think I'm a fuck up, he doesn't think I'm a disappointment. He actually thinks I'm worth something and he has done more for me in the last three months I've known him that you ever had in the twenty-one years I've had the misfortune to spend as your daughter.'

Slap! Her hand caught me round the face and knocked me into the banisters. I felt an explosion of pain in my head as my cheek split open and hot blood dripped down my face. She didn't even apologise, she just stood there glaring at me.

'Look at you, snivelling on the floor, dripping blood all over my new cream carpet. I suppose you'll want me to clean it up.'

I stared at her. It wasn't the first time she'd hit me. I lost a baby tooth to her fists one time when Dad was away on business. He came home the next day and when he asked me what had happened I had to lie and say I fell off a friends trampoline, otherwise Mother would have given me another smacking. He took me to the dentist and bought me ice cream for being a brave girl. She was a little more careful after that, switching to insults and sneers that cut away at my self-confidence just as brutally as her hands used to. This time though, I was determined that it would be the last time she laid a finger on me. I pulled myself up using the banisters and walked up the stairs. I didn't look back at her as she shouted her usual insults, telling me I was useless and that she was glad she was finally rid of me.

'Don't expect you can come crawling back here once this Clive bloke has finished with you, which he will once he meets the real you. How pathetic do you have to be to jump into bed with the first man that looks twice at you? Mind I suppose you must have been getting fairly desperate to hook up with some looser like him, you know only saddos go on these chat rooms.'

I shut the bathroom door on her voice. The tears I had somehow managed to hold back were now dripping down my face, mixing with the blood from my cut cheek. I didn't know why she hated me so much, all I had ever done was try to live up to her expectations, try to be a good girl for her but nothing ever seemed to be enough, I wasn't good enough, smart enough, pretty enough for her to even kiss me good night. I knew then, as I washed the cut in cold water to help shrink the burst vessels, that I would never stay in this house or any house of hers again. My face finally stopped bleeding enough for me to able to put a plaster on it. There wasn't much I could do about my clothes, everything else was packed. I didn't know where I was going to spend the night. I thought about calling my Dad, but I didn't want him to see me like this. I knew it would hurt him too much to know what the woman he once loved could do to his little girl and I didn't want Sir to see me like this either. I was embarrassed about how I looked, like some TV advert for a domestic violence charity. I didn't want to go running off to Him with my face still swollen, it was shameful enough without having Him looking at me with pitying eyes. I found it strange that He could spank me and I would enjoy it, but when Mother raised her hand to me I would cringe away. I guess the difference was that I trusted Sir. I knew that there was no malice behind any of His actions, He did the things He did to give me pleasure, not to cause me anguish. 

I couldn't look at myself in the mirror any longer, so I walked calmly out of the bathroom and into my bedroom for the last time. My laptop was still sitting on my bed and there was mail from Sir waiting for me but I didn't stop to look at it. I could do that once I was out of the house. I grabbed the last of my stuff, shoving it into my big black shoulder bag and crept out of the safety of my room. I could hear Mother down stairs in the sitting room, watching one of her awful real life stories on the telly and cooing over Ming. I quietly stepped over the bloodstain on the carpet and slipped out of the house. I didn't stop to say good-bye, I knew she wouldn't waste the opportunity to have one last crack at me and I really couldn't take any more from her. I jumped into my little car and drove away from there as quickly as I could. In the end though I didn't go far, just down the road to the local supermarket. It had an wi-fi area in the café were I could check my mail. I sat in a corner where I could hide my face and opened up my laptop. 

'My pet,

You seemed so amazed by my offer that I thought a ticket would give you the proof you needed on your way home. Of course you can drive down tomorrow morning. I have to be in a meeting until 1pm but if you come round by the office I can show you how to get to your new home. I've included directions at the bottom of this email to get you there. 

See you tomorrow my pet,

Sir xxx.'

The directions He had put at the bottom of His email were easy to follow and He had even included a map. I was so overwhelmed by His offer and how He was making so much effort to make me feel welcome in His life. I was so happy at the thought of being with Him for as long as He would have me. I didn't know how long it would be. Mother's words about Him dumping me as soon as He found out about the real me came back to haunt me. I knew who she thought the real me was, a useless lump that had ruined her life, but I kept clinging on to the hope that I wasn't like that. I was going to make the most of what ever time I had with Him, however long or short that might be, I was going to be the best girl I could be for Him and hope that it was enough to please Him. 

I decided to drive out of the city and find somewhere to park up over night. Sir wasn't expecting me til the morning, I didn't know where to find Him now anyway. He wouldn't be at the office and I didn't know where He lived. I couldn't go home, never again would I go near that woman. I couldn't go stay with a friend. I didn't have many up here. With being sent away to school, most of the girls I knew from then lived all over the country and I didn't know anyone else well enough round here to impose myself on them at such short notice and I didn't have the strength to drive down to Dad's tonight, even if I hadn't looked so bad. So somewhere quiet in the middle of nowhere would have to do. Living so near the countryside made this easy and I was able to find a sheltered spot tucked in beside a quarry on top of the hills. 

It was nearly summer and the nights were getting shorter. As the sun slipped behind the hills it got colder though and I pulled my quilt out of the trunk. I put the passenger seat back as far as it would go and settled down for the night, curled up against the world like a little mouse. I'd bought food and pain killers at the supermarket, my face was really swelling up now and starting to hurt quite a lot but it didn't feel broken under my gently probing fingers. Nothing moved at any rate so I figured it would be all right. So much had happened today, I didn't have the concentration to think beyond getting down to Sir. I hated the fact that I had to go running off to Him like this, slinking away from my old life. I had wanted to be brave and strong and march down the road with my head held high. Instead I was cowering at the side of the road, trying to keep back the tears. I was exhausted, I hadn't slept much with the excitement of seeing Sir, then last night we had been busy and this day had just been so long and horrible. I pulled my quilt over my head and howled. I cried and cried until there were no more tears left. In the end though the empty feeling left me and I finally slipped into a deep sleep. 

I woke up just as dawn was breaking. The early morning light streamed in through the fogged up windscreen of my car making me blink and wince. The left hand side of my face was swollen so badly my eye was nearly closed and it had turned black and blue over night. I sat up, looking around the car park cautiously but I was still the only person there. The quarry was an old sandstone one that was now popular with climbers but it seemed that they weren't interested in being out this early today. I was thankful that no one could see me. I just wanted to hide away til my face had healed up a bit but I knew Sir was expecting me today so I dug my comb out of my bag, dragged it through my shoulder length curls to try and tame them a bit and got on the road. I had gotten paid at the end of last week so I had filled my tank up. I didn't know how much I would need to get down to Liverpool but I figured I should have enough. 

The storm of last night's tears was forgotten now and I was eager to get going. I wanted to see Sir so much, it was like an ache deep inside me, a feeling of being pulled towards Him as I drove quickly along the quiet country roads. At this time of the day I had them to myself, though as I got closer to the lakes the tourists were starting to make a nuisance of themselves. The way they drove along at thirty miles an hour, either gawping at the hills or clinging desperately to their steering wheels because the road didn't have white lines down the middle of it was the one bad thing about living so close to all this beauty. I cut across to the motorway as soon as I could. It was a Monday morning and the traffic was heavy but I was still able to make good time. I pulled into Charnock Richards just after nine am. I wanted to at least have a wash and brush my teeth. My clothes were rumpled and still blood stained, though I had the chance to change them now. I couldn't throw my shirt away, it belonged to Sir so I washed it as best I could with the hand soap in the toilets and folded it away in my bag. 




Liverpool Ch. 05



I turned my attention to my face next, peeling the plaster off to see how the cut was healing. It was red and puffy looking but there was a scab forming on it already. My eye was still half shut and there was nothing I could do about that. I used some of my foundation on it to hide the worst of the discolouration and combed my hair over that side of my face. I felt much better as I surveyed my image in the mirror. I still looked like hell but at least I was clean and tidy now. I headed out of the services and got back in my car. I didn't know how long it would take me to get down to Sir's office and I didn't want to be late. I figured that He would show me how to get to His house then have to go back to work and I didn't want to hold Him up. I pointed my car's nose south and drove away.



Liverpool Ch. 06



I woke up this morning, knowing my new pet was joining me today. My little Megan would soon be in my home. I could wake up with her handcuffed to the bed and go to sleep the same way. I could picture her face at my home, hidden away in the trees of Knowsley Park. I could hear her moans of pleasure and pain that would fill my empty house. It had been a long time since I'd had anyone living with me. I thought back to the first woman who had shared my home, Tara.

We'd met at school and fallen in love the way only teenagers seem to able to and as soon as I'd left collage we were married. My career had taken off, I got a reputation for being one of the best problem solvers in the company and it meant moving up the chain faster than I'd ever could have hoped for. But with the extra money that I was bringing in came the extra responsibilities, so I was travelling all over the country, staying away for a week at a time, only coming home to Tara at the weekends. And that was fine for the first six months or so, then her low boredom threshold kicked in. She began to resent the time I spent away, leaving her stuck at home by herself. I found out a year later that she hadn't been spending much time on her own though and instead was entertaining a variety of gentlemen in my absence, some of whom I had worked with. She left me in the end for a man who would come home every night to her though it didn't make her any happier. She was back playing her old tricks within a few months. 

After her I bounced from woman to woman until I met my first sub. And it was with her I realised where I had been going wrong. I had been seeing woman who were like me, wilful and independent; I needed someone the opposite of that, someone strong enough to cope with me but soft enough bend instead of fighting. Over those years though I had never met a girl like my new pet before, shy but loving, scared of what she was feeling, but so brave to want to push further despite of her fears. The first time we'd met in a little hotel out in the countryside she was literally shaking with nerves, spilling her drink at one point. As the evening progressed she had calmed down though and by the time we went upstairs to bed she had recovered enough to give the one of the best nights of my life. It was like she was two different people, shy and retiring in public, wild and untameable in private. Even though she had faked a couple of times she had done it to please me and that meant a lot. I prefer my woman to try to please me instead of lying there like a piece of dead meat. However I was determined that she would never fake a cum with me again.

I was standing in the shower as I thought and my hand crept down to wrap round my stiff cock almost without me thinking about it. A picture of her popped into my head, her head thrown back as she came, her eyes wild, her nails digging into my back as she clung to me. My cock was getting bigger at the memory and my hand was tightening on it as I got closer to cuming. The slick soapiness of my fingers was like her soft wet pussy, constricting round me as she came. I remembered her body shuddering beneath me, the tiny whimpers she gave as the feelings in her body got more and more intense and the long jolting breath that was forced from her lips as I tipped her over the edge once again. I could feel my body gathering its self, my balls tightening as the hot cum worked its way up and out of me, splashing against the shower tiles. I leaned back on the wall, letting the water wash me down, then I heard my phone beeping at me. Time to get in the office and do some work before she arrived at lunchtime.

Work was busy that morning. Monday's always were the worst because the weekend's problems were stored up until I got back in the office. I had finally managed to get the managers to stop calling me outside office hours unless it was life or death urgent but it didn't stop them emailing me and my inbox was stuffed when I got in at eight. It was still filling up three hours later. It just seemed to be never ending and most of the issues could be solved with a dose of common sense. They were the easy ones to sort out; it was the problems where people had interfered and made things worse that would take me a while to go through. I was going to be late for the meeting if I didn't hurry but the thoughts of my new pet kept creeping in. I wasn't going to push her too hard this week. She'd need time to settle in before I really started on her training. The ideas of all the new things I wanted to introduce her to were still bouncing round my head as I walked into the conference room and I had to push all that to one side while I focussed on whatever bold new strategy the boss men had come up with to make everyone's lives more complicated. 

Try as I might to keep a straight face, images and memories of her still popped into my head. Her attempts at gaining my attention over the weekend, her concentration on the task in hand as she sucked my cock into her mouth, the shock on her face when I spanked her, all these things made it difficult for me to stand at the end of the meeting. Added to that was the knowledge that in just a couple of hours I'd be fucking her silly again. My phone beeped at me as I walked out of the office for a smoke. She was here, parked outside on the street. I looked around for her and saw her waving from across the road. I thought it was odd that she didn't get out of the car but I nipped through a gap in the traffic and walked over to her. I got in the passenger side and had turned to greet her when I saw the handprint bruise on the right side of her face. She tried to kiss me but I got hold of her chin and turned her face to me. When I caught sight of her black eye my hand tightened.

'Who did this to you?' I demanded.

'I just fell, it's nothing.' She replied, not looking at me. I knew her well enough to know that she was lying when she wouldn't meet my eyes.

'It's not nothing, who hit you?'

Her brow wrinkled as she tried to think of a way out of answering me.

'What did I tell you about lying, hummm? I wont ask you again, who hit you?'

'It was my fault, I shouldn't have shouted at her.' 

'Who?'

'Mother.' Tears were spilling from her eyes.

'Why? Why would your own Mother punch you?'

'Oh no, she didn't punch me. It was just a slap and I fell and knocked my face on the banisters.'

'You still haven't told me why she hit you.' I was so angry at the woman. How dare she hit my pet!

'I shouted at her. I'm not allowed to shout at her.'

'So she hit you?' I couldn't believe my ears. This was ridiculous. 'How old are you now, twenty-one, and she thinks she can slap you around for no good reason?'

'I told you I shouted at her. I was pretty horrible.'

'That's no excuse and don't you dare try to defend her on this. I don't care if you called her a ten quid whore, she does not have the right to hit you like that!' I didn't realise until I saw her flinching away from me that I was shouting at her.

'Oh pet, oh sweetheart, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be shouting at you. This is not your fault. Have you had your face looked at?'

'No, I think its ok. Nothings moving that shouldn't be and I washed it in cold water to stop it swelling so much.' She was so matter of fact about it that it took me a minute to realise that this wasn't the first time she'd had to deal with this sort of thing.

'Has she done this to you before?'

'A couple of times in the past. When I broke the rules.' She said with a shrug.

'Right, well I'd like to hear about these rules and how you broke them but I don't think this is the time or the place for it. I'm going to go back inside and tell them I'm taking the rest of the day off and then you can follow me to your new home.'

I kissed her lips softly and got out of the car. I was fuming at her bloody mother, and her father for letting this carry on. What type of a man lets his own daughter get beaten up in her own home? Megan had told me he lived near by on Deeside. I decided I would like a word with him about what had been going on. But right now my priority was my pet. She'd said her mother was a bit of a bully but I never realised what she'd been putting up with for God knows how long. I was glad I'd asked to move in now. Most of my mates would have laughed themselves silly over the feelings I was experiencing right now; all I wanted was to take her home and wrap her up, to keep her safe from the big bad world and that's exactly what I was going to do. I walked back into the office and knocked on my manager's door.

'You got a minute Steve?'

'Sure Clive, come on in, what's up?'

'Something's come up, I'm going to have to take the rest of the day as annual leave. My phone'll be switched off but I'll check my email when I get a minute.'

'Everything ok? This is a bit sudden.'

'I'm fine. You remember that lass I was telling you about though?' Steve nodded so I carried on. 'Well she's just turned up looking like she'd done a couple of rounds with Ricky Hatton, so I need to get her sorted out, it's just going to take me a while.' 

'Ok well let me know how things go. I reckon we can hold this place together without you for one afternoon.'

'Thanks mate. See you tomorrow.'

I quickly logged on to my email to get everything sent to my home address and left. I didn't want to leave her on her own for more than a few minutes. She was still sitting in her car with her face hidden behind her hair. I knocked on her window to tell her where my car was and she jumped at the sound.

'Sorry Sir, I didn't see you there.'

'It's fine, my car's just round the corner in the car park. If you wait here til I get it and then you can follow me out the city, ok?'

'Yes Sir.' She seemed much happier now I had taken control of everything again.

I drove slowly out of the town and along the back roads to my house. She was a good driver and had no problem keeping up with me. I was pleased that she could follow my instructions even though she was feeling so bad. It would make it much easier for her to settle into my routine once I had her home. 

I pulled up in the drive. It was big enough for both our cars to sit in, one of the advantages of living in the middle of nowhere was all the space I had around me. The house was built in the 19th century out of old sandstone and had been a gamekeeper's lodge for the big house in the park. I'd spent a fair bit of money on it after the divorce, getting rid of all traces of my ex wife, and now it was modern and comfortable on the inside but kept the charm of the old world, at least that's what a old girlfriend told me. She was a bit of a snob really, I think it was the house she liked, more than my company in it. Whatever it was, now it was my pet's new home. I opened the front door for her and took her inside. I sat her down on the big leather sofa in the sitting room and put the fire on. I stood in front of her, looking down at her poor bruised face. 

'Right, have you eaten today?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Do you want tea?'

'No thank you Sir. I'm fine.'

'In that case you can tell me what's been going on. How long has your mother been slapping you around?' 

I wanted to get to the bottom of this straight away while she was still off balance enough to tell me the truth. She looked at me, shocked that I could be so forthright with her but spoke obediently.

'I don't know Sir, she had stopped for a while but when Dad left she started it again.' 

She stopped and looked down at the floor. Her voice was monotone, flat and she sounded utterly defeated. I sat down on the sofa beside her and pulled her on to my lap. She was so small when she curled up in a ball that I could put my chin on top of her head and make her feel safe.

'Do you know why?' I asked her softly.

'Why she does it or why she waited til Dad left?' 

'Both, I guess.' 

I sat and waited for her to answer, stroking her hair the way she loved. I knew it was going to be tough for her to tell me what had been going on and I wanted to make her as comfortable as I could. For me, as a Dom, I needed my pets to trust me completely and I got a feeling from Megan that it would take a lot to break down the walls she had put up to protect herself. Without the trust though we couldn't go anywhere, and yes, I was asking a lot from her so early on in our relationship but I felt it was necessary to get her to open up to me so that I could help her to move on from everything that had happened, to move on and grow stronger. She had given me glimpses of the strong witty girl she could be and I wanted to bring that part of her personality to the forefront and let the little girl she was right now grow up. 

'I don't know why she does it, not really. I know she didn't want Dad to find out about it but after he left there was no excuse for her not to, I guess.'

'So what's all this about rules?' I moved the conversation on, she was wobbling on the edge of tears again and I wanted to keep her from getting too over emotional before I found out what she had to live with.

'She told me that while I lived under her roof, I had to live under her rules. She was such a mess after Dad went I guess I felt sorry for her. None of her friends knew how bad she was, so she couldn't rely on any of them. I stepped in to help her get back on her feet.'

'And that's how she repays you, by using you as her punch bag?'

'If I broke the rules, yes. It was always like that with her. Even when I was little, especially when I was little. She never told me what I had done wrong, I would just get a smacking and I was left to figure it out on my own. I learned the hard way about how to behave around her. '

'So what rules did you have to follow?' I was curious to know just how mad this woman was.

'Just now or when I was a kid?'

'Just now.'

She counted out them out on her fingers.

'Well she bought or made all my clothes for me. I wasn't allowed to wear shorts or short skirts, no sleeveless or revealing blouses, I always had to wear tights and big cotton knickers. No silk, satin or lace in any of my clothes. She insisted on doing the washing too so she could keep an eye on that side of things. I wasn't allowed to shout at her or raise my voice in the house, once I'd passed my test she wouldn't drive me anywhere, I wasn't allowed to go out at night with my friends, not even to the cinema so I quickly lost the few mates I had managed to make when I had moved out before. I wasn't allowed to smoke, drink or have men back to the house. Oh and I had the wonderful job of bathing her stupid dog every Saturday night. Do you have any idea how long it takes to bath and dry a long coated Peke? Especially one that bites you at every opportunity it gets.' 

She twisted round to look at me with a raised eyebrow and showed me her scarred fingers.

'So why didn't you leave?'

'I didn't have anywhere else to go.' Megan looked at the floor again and shrugged her shoulders. 

'She told me it was wasteful to keep my flat so I let it go, then she took most of my wages in rent so I couldn't save up enough to get a deposit together again. Dad doesn't have room for me at his place, he barely has enough room for himself. I don't have many friends and most of them stopped speaking to me after I told them I couldn't go out for the fourth or fifth time. I do have one really good friend I was at school with but she's in the middle of having her second baby and simply doesn't have the room for me, plus she lives in London now and I barely had the fuel to get down here. I was running on fumes when we pulled up.'

I shook my head at her story. I couldn't believe how much shit she had put up with.

'Why didn't you tell me what was happening?' 

I was hurt that she had kept all this to herself. More than that I was angry at myself for not listening when she had said her mother could be a bully. I had thought it a strange word to use but I hadn't pushed for an explanation at the time. I was too wrapped up in her body to look at her mind. 

'You had enough on your plate without me adding to it. I didn't want to be a nuisance.'

'Oh pet, I wish you had told me.' 

'Why? What could you have done?' Her voice had a hopeless sound to it, a sound that I never wanted to hear from her again. 

'Well I would have gotten you out of there sooner for starters. I also would have called the police.' I was getting angry again.

'Why?' She genuinely sounded puzzled.

'This is assault pet. It doesn't matter who does it, it's against the law for someone to hit you like that.'

'Oh no, then Dad would find out and I don't want him to know.'

'Why on earth not?'

'It would hurt him too much. He adores me, and if he knew what she had been doing to me he would be so upset that he hadn't been able to stop it. He might have hurt her and I don't want him to ruin his life by going to prison over me. You have to promise me you wont tell him.' She twisted round in my arms and looked at me with urgency, grabbing my wrist. 'If you don't promise me I wont stay here.'

She started to struggle to break free, pushing herself up off my lap. I held her firmly and waited for her to calm down. Now I had her I wasn't about to let her go anywhere. Eventually she quietened down and lay still. 

'It's ok, pet. It's alright, if that's how you want it, I can't pretend I'm happy about it, but I promise. But in return you have to promise me something, ok?'

'What is it?'

'I want your promise first, you have to swear to me you'll do something for me.'

'Is this a trust thing?' She asked with a small smile.

'Yes, very much so. Do you trust me enough to know I wont make you promise to do something that will cause you pain or suffering?'

She looked into my eyes, studying me with a slight frown. She sat and thought for nearly five minutes before she nodded her head softly.

'Yes Sir, I trust you. I promise I will do what ever you ask of me.'

'Good girl, that took guts. I want you to promise me that you will tell your Dad why you left. You don't have to say how long it's been going on, as far as he'll know this is the first time, but I do think he should know. You can call him to tell him, that way he doesn't see what a mess she's made of you, but I think he'd be glad that you're nearer to him now. From what you've told me, you two are close. I also want you to tell him he's welcome round here whenever he wants to visit. Can you do that for me?'

She looked at me and thought some more. I wish I could have seen what was going round in her head. She had a way of sitting very still, staring into the middle distance, just focussing on whatever it was she needed to make a decision on. She was so single minded about everything, she would think everything through thoroughly, from every angle. She had told me one night when we were talking online that this was the only way she knew how to make choices; for her it meant no second-guessing, she knew she'd made the right decision this way.

'Yes Sir,' she said finally. 'For you, I can do that.'

'I am so proud of you right now, my pet, do you know that?'

She blushed and turned her head away.

'I mean it. You've taken some huge steps today, well done.'

She tucked her head back under my chin and snuggled into me. I felt her yawn and stroked her hair some more. Soon her breathing deepened and she fell asleep. She needed it, I hadn't asked her where she'd spent the night but I didn't think she'd gotten much rest. I decided to just hold her for a while. I didn't want to wake her by moving, so I just sat and held her while she slept. Everything else could wait, my pet was home.



Liverpool Ch. 07



'Good morning, sleepy head.'

I heard a sexy voice in my ear. But this was a female voice, where the hell was I? And where was Sir? The last thing I remembered was curling up on His lap after He made me promise to call Dad. I sat up, staring around me. I was in a huge bedroom, there was a little light coming through the open window, enough to let me see the warm cream coloured walls and the soft scarlet of the curtains and bedding. Over by the window was a big chaise, covered in the same material, and at the end of the bed was a dressing table with a mirror that showed most of the room. None of this really registered though, I was too busy looking at the owner of the voice.

She was sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in a white shirt and jeans. She had long black hair, tied back off her face in a french plait, and light grey eyes that were watching me gently. She wasn't wearing a bra so I could see her breasts through the thin material of her shirt, and her nipples that were pressing against it. I had a sudden thought, 'What was I wearing?' and looked down. As I thought, naked. I was in a strange bed, with a strange woman and I didn't have a stitch on me. She must have seen my slightly panicked expression as she sat back and started speaking to me.

'Hiya Megan, I'm Suzi. How are you feeling?'

'What time is it?' I pulled the quilt up over me and pushed my hair out from my eyes.

'A little after eight, you've had a good sleep.'

'Eight in the morning?' I couldn't have slept that long.

'Yes, quarter past if you want to be specific. You've been out for about sixteen hours. I guess you needed it.' she said with a smile.

'I'm sorry, who are you again?'

'I'm Suzi, I belong to a friend of Clive's. He called us last night and asked if He could borrow me for today. He didn't want you to be left alone while He was out at work.'

'You belong...? So you're like me? A submissive?' I was curious to know more about her now.

'That's right, you didn't think you were the only one did you?'

'No, but I've never met anyone else like me before. Why are you..?'

'A sub? I just am, it's part of who I am. I'll explain the rest later. Lets get you up and get some food. You hungry?'

I realised I was famished. I hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before and that had been a long time ago. I nodded my head and started to get out of bed. Then I saw that Suzi was staying right where she was. 

'Don't worry toots, I've seen it all before.' She said, keeping the same warm smile on her face.

Still, I was embarrassed about being naked in front of a woman I had never met before. I wouldn't meet her eyes, I just pulled my knees up closer to my chest and hugged them. 

'Ok hon,' she said, leaning forwards and patting my knee. 'Why don't I go put the kettle on and you can get some clothes on. There's a dressing gown in the wardrobe over there.'

She pointed to a door across from the window and left me alone. I looked around the room, curious to know more about where I had spent the night. From Suzi's words, I gathered I was in Sir's bedroom and He had gone to work. What I hadn't realised was what a gorgeous house He had. I was lying in a huge sleigh style bed, made from a rich red wood that almost matched the colour of the bedding. The door Suzi had pointed at was painted the same colour as the walls and had no handle. I slid out of bed and wandered over to it. The carpet under my feet was cream too, and so soft and fluffy I couldn't resist digging my toes into it as I walked across it. It took me a minute to figure out how to open the door. No matter how I tugged at it, it wouldn't budge and as I was standing there naked, I didn't want to call Suzi and ask her how to work it. Eventually I pushed it and heard a 'click' from somewhere. The door slid open and I was standing in front of the biggest wardrobe I had ever seen.

All along one side were His suits, black, blue or charcoal; His shirts were beyond them, ties were hidden away in a draw as was His underwear and His shoes were neatly placed underneath them. The other side was empty apart from the few clothes I had brought with me. They looked very lonely there, barely filling a third of the space, though my shoes took up a lot more room. The dressing gown I had been looking for was hung on His side, right at the front. I slipped it on and hugged it to me. It still smelled of Him and the scent rushed through me, filling me with longing for Him. I belted it round my waist, it reached to my ankles and was so velvety against my skin. I was standing there, absent-mindedly stroking it and breathing in the smell of Him that I didn't hear Suzi until she was right behind me.

'Tea's up, hon. You ok?'

I jumped, turning round to see her. She put her hand on my shoulder so I nodded and smiled at her.

'He'll be home in time for dinner, sweetie. In the mean time, lets get you fed and see how you feel after that, ok?'

I just nodded again and let her lead me out of the bedroom and downstairs. The whole house was painted in the same warm cream colour, but every room had a different accent to it. The sitting room was soft oranges and browns, matching the sofa I had sat on the day before. The dining room was dark green, an ivy colour that brought out the best in the golden wood of the furniture. The kitchen was huge too, bright blues and yellows that would have over powered a smaller space but in here was cheerful. Suzi sat me down at the table in there in front of a bowl of cereal and orange juice.

'Clive said you like this.' She said as she fished the teabags out the mugs. 'Milk with three sugars, yes?'

I nodded again, my mouth full.

'Urgh, I don't know how you can drink it so sweet. Anyway, you eat all this up and then you can jump in the shower and get dressed.'

'What about the dishes?' I asked. I didn't want to be waited on, I was used to keeping busy.

'Don't worry about those,' she said, 'Clive has a dishwasher, we can stack it after lunch.'

I finished eating and drained my mug. The tea had been perfect. In fact the whole place was perfect. How was I supposed to live in a house like this. I could barely keep my flat tidy, never mind this clean. Suzi came and sat down at the table with me.

'Clive asked me put all your things in the bathroom upstairs. I got you some more stuff last night too.'

'When did you get here?'

'About six last night. Clive called my Master and asked if we could come over and help him with you. You were sound asleep, you didn't even wake up when he carried you upstairs and put you to bed. I unpacked all your stuff while Clive and Master were talking. When I saw you were nearly out of toothpaste and shampoo I nipped out and got you some more.'

'Thank you.' I said blushing at the thought of her going to so much trouble over me. 'Can I ask you a question?'

'Of course. Anything you like.'

'Why do you use Sir's name but not your Master's?'

'Clive asked me to. I don't belong to Him, I'm not His pet so He doesn't require me to be submissive towards Him. I show Him respect though because my Master asked it of me. Anything else?'

'Why do you have a Master?'

'Why? Because I love Him. I would love Him even if He wasn't a Dom, but He makes me feel so safe when He takes the control away from me. It gives me the space to do the things I can do without having to waste the time over things I can't. Like money, totally useless with money.' She giggled, rolling her eyes. 

I smiled back at her. She was at least ten years older than me, but I got the feeling she could be just as dippy as me and fun too. It had been a long time since I had had any fun in my life and it was something I wanted back. 

'That's better, you have a really nice smile you know.'

I hung my head and blushed. I was really bad at accepting compliments. 

'You are a shy little thing aren't you. Never mind, we'll get there with you. Now shower and dressed and I'll walk you through the house. Let you see where everything gets kept.'

I got up from the big kitchen table and waited for Suzi to show me where the bathroom was. She led me back through into the hall and then upstairs. The house was old and rambling, with heavy wooden doors that went through to big airy rooms, filled with morning light. Suzi showed me three other bedrooms as well as Sir's study. The only modern thing in there was His computer, a tiny laptop that was surrounded by piles of paperwork. All around the walls were empty bookcases. 

'Clive brought these up out the garage for you last night. He thought you could spend the day sorting out your books. You must have loads, it took both Master and Clive to bring your trunk up and they're both strong men. You can do it later.' She said laughing at me as I made a beeline for them. 'Shower now, books later, ok?'

I gave her my very best salute and marched off to the bathroom with a silly grin on my face. The bathroom was gorgeous too; the accent colour in here was a deep blue, almost purple, colour on three rows of mosaic tiles that swooped all around the room. An old roll top tub with lions feet sat over to one side with a shower cubical in the opposite corner. Suzi came in and showed me how to work the shower without drowning myself in the torrent of water that gushed from the overhead rose. It was the first chance I'd had to look in a mirror that day, and my eye was starting to heal. Already it opened wider and the bruising was less obvious, though it was still very visible. 

'I've got some foundation that'll cover that up really well til it heals if you like.'

I hadn't realised that Suzi was still standing behind me. 

'Why do you need it?' I asked her. Surely she hadn't been beaten up like me.

'I work part time at a shelter in the city centre. Some of the women in there told me about it, said it covered up all sorts of marks.'

'Is that why Sir told you to come babysit me, coz you know all about battered girls?' 

I didn't mean to flare up at her, it was just that I had wanted as few people as possible to know what had happened. Now Sir was telling everyone He knew about His poor beat up stray.

'He asked me to come and stay with you today because He was scared about leaving you all alone in this big house and because my Master is one of His best friends. You'll meet Him tonight, but I'm warning you, if you try that attitude with Him you'll regret it.'

'Why, is He gonna smack me around too?'

'No, but it'll embarrass and upset Clive that His new pet can't be bothered to show a little respect to an old friend. Do you want to do that to Him?'

I was appalled at my behaviour. I didn't know what had come over me, I did not act like this normally and I said as much to Suzi.

'I'm sorry, I just don't like people pitying me, poor little battered bitch, hiding in the corner.'

'This isn't your fault sweetie,' She got hold of my arm and pulled me into a hug. 'The last thing I would do is pity you. I might give you a kick up the backside though if I thought you needed it. I know you're a novice at all this, but there is one thing you should remember above all else, show respect. Doesn't have to be with every Master or Top, but your Master's friends require it until you are told otherwise, got it?'

'Yes, I got it. Thank you.'

'Good girl, now hop in that shower before you use up all the hot water. I don't think you want a cold one. Want me to come scrub your back?'

I blushed bright red and looked at the floor, shaking my head.

'I'm not going to jump you sweetie, in fact I am under strict orders to behave myself with you. Come on, in you get.'

Suzi took my dressing gown off me and helped me into the shower. She stood outside, pulling her shirt and jeans off. She wasn't wearing any underwear at all. I scooted over to the farthest corner of the cubical and huddled there. 

'Come here, you big baby, I don't bite.'

Suzi dragged me over underneath the shower rose and held me there while I got used to the water. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo off the rack and poured a generous pile of it on my head. I don't know what she had bought for me but it wasn't my usual cheap stuff from the supermarket. 

'Are you sure this is my shampoo?' My head was covered in thick suds and I had to keep my eyes closed to stop the soap getting in them.

'It's the one I bought you. What? You never used any John Frieda on that curly mop of yours?

'That costs way too much money!' I said, spluttering under her attack on my poor hair.

'Nonsense. And these split ends, we are going to have to something about them. Hold still and shut your eyes.' She said briskly as she pushed me back under the water.

'So are a part time hair dresser too then?' I asked as I was released.

'Nope, dog groomer actually. Same principles though and if this stuff can work wonders on a Tibetan Terrier it can do the same for your tufts. At least you don't bite.'

'Don't talk to me about yappy biting mutts, Mother had one of them and he was evil.'

'What? A Tibetan?'

'No, a Peke. Walking hearth rug that pissed everywhere if he wasn't in his cage.'

'Get his nuts off, that'd soon sort him.'

'She wouldn't.' I said with a smile. 

Suzi's chatter had helped me to forget I was in a shower with a strange naked woman until she grabbed a sponge and started lathering it up with rose scented soap. 

'I can wash myself you know, I've been doing it for a while now.'

'I know, but I think you deserve a little pampering. Hold still.'

'I can't when you're tickling me like that!' I said, giggling and squirming away from her.

'Opps, sorry. Is there anywhere you aren't ticklish?'

'My back's ok.' I said, turning it round to face her.

'Ok, back it is then.' 

And she rubbed my back all over with the soft sponge. The combination of the hot water and the way she was moving the sponge lower and lower down my back to the top of my arse was turning me on so much. I'd never dreamed that this could happen to me, that a sexy lady like her would want to wash me like this, but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted. She had said something about being under orders to behave herself with me, but from the way the sponge was now circling over my arse cheeks and trying to slip between my thighs, I didn't know how well she was carrying out those orders. I was squirming underneath her touch again, and I heard her slightly breathless voice asking if I was ticklish there too. 

'No, it feels very nice actually. I thought you weren't allowed to do this though?'

'I was told not to lay a finger on you, and I'm not. Master didn't say anything about sponges though. Lean forwards a little for me sweetie, let me see if I can get you really clean.'

She pushed me forwards against the shower wall. The hot water was pounding on my back as she nudged my legs apart, being oh so very careful not to touch me with her hands. I felt the sponge slide between my thighs and up to my pussy. My breath caught in my throat as she pushed it gently on my clit, moving in tiny circles that got harder and harder as she felt my body shuddering under her. I had the strangest feeling of detachment almost, here was I, in a shower with a woman I had known for a couple of hours and she was making me cum in a most delicious way without laying a finger on my body. I could feel her hot breath on the back of my neck, and feel her hand shaking between my legs as she came closer to cuming herself. Knowing what effect I was having on her was such a turn on, so much so that it tipped me over the edge and I pressed down on her hand as I came, flooding the sponge with all my juices. My gasps of pleasure were soon joined by hers as she squeaked in my ear and came on her own hand. I slid a hand back from where I was pushing up off the wall and pushed it between her legs, feeling her jump with surprise at my bravery. 

'Your Master never said I couldn't lay a finger on you, did He?'

'No,' she said with a smile. 'If you're sure?'

I bit my lip and nodded my head.

'Can I taste you?'

'Oh God, sweetie, of course you can.'

Suzi moved back til she was braced against the wall and opened up her lips to show me her pussy. I knelt in front of her, resting my shoulder on her leg as I studied the wet juices that were leaking from her. She stood there watching me, a look of pure lust in her eyes as I licked very softly over her bare pussy lips. She was shaven like me, but instead of the little square patch of hair I left at the top of my pussy, she had a little love heart. I traced my fingers round it, over and over, finally letting them slip down over her hot wet clit. I brushed my thumb over it gently, I didn't know how sensitive it would be just after she had cum. With me it was like a hot coal, only to be touched very gently; instead Suzi pushed down, trying to increase the sensation. Her reaction gave me the confidence to wiggle my thumb more forcefully while I slipped my middle finger inside her. I remembered all of Sir's careful tutoring when we had talked and played online and bent my finger upwards to find her G-spot. 

It felt very strange to be playing with a pussy, but not to experience any of the sensations that normally went with it. I liked it though, I felt so wet between my legs. Finally I was getting to learn how a woman felt, smelled, looked in the flesh. I wanted to taste her so badly, she smelled so divine I had to see what it was like to lap up all the juices that were running down my finger. I moved my mouth closer to her and swapped my tongue for my thumb. She tasted so sweet, like me but different, the subtle variations in our body's driving home the fact that I was actually doing this, not just dreaming about it. I began using long slow strokes of my tongue, licking from where my finger was buried in her, to her hard little clit. I could feel her thrusting in time to my movements, pushing harder and faster as I speeded up. In the end I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with the tip of my tongue, a trick that Sir had used many times with me. At the same time I pressed my finger hard on her G-spot and wiggled it. She seemed to explode above me, slamming her hands on to the wall behind her. She screamed and drove her hips into my face, then sagged back and tapped at my head, begging me to stop. She pulled me up and held me close to her body.

'Oh baby girl,' she panted. 'Where did you learn to do that?'

I snuggled close to her. I was happy I could please her so well and she felt so good, naked in my arms, her breasts pressing into mine as the shower waters washed us both clean.

'Sir, he taught me.'

'He told Master you have never been with a girl.'

'I haven't, I just did the things He did to me. I thought that if it felt good to me, maybe it would to you.'

'Oh clever girl, well done.'

I blushed and hung my head as she praised me. I wasn't any good at accepting compliments, I just felt embarrassed that I had been picked out when I received them. She lifted my head and cradling it with her hands, kissed me tenderly on my lips. 

'If this is what Clive can teach you when you're a novice, you are going to be mind blowing when you've got some training under your belt.'

She kissed me softly again, then patting my arse said,

'We better get out of this water before our skin goes all crinkly and saggy. Not a good picture for our Masters when they arrive home tonight.'

She pulled me out of the cubical and wrapped me up in one of the big fluffy purple towels that were piled up next to the washbasin. She rubbed me all over with it, even poking it in my ears to get the water out of them. It was something Mother had never done, she never seemed that bothered about getting me dried off after a bath. Instead she would had me over to Dad, and was him who rubbed my hair and got my PJ's from over the radiator where they had been to warm up. On the few occasions he had been away I had just had the towel draped over me and told to get on with it. Suzi fussed over me, piling my hair on top of my head and covering it in a matching hand towel, pulling Sir's dressing gown back over my shoulders then marching me back into the bedroom and sitting me down in front of the big mirror. 




Liverpool Ch. 07



She combed out my hair, trying to get the rebellious curls in it to lie flat. She picked up the scissors that sat on the table in front of me and said in her best 'bored but trying to be cheerful' voice,

'Going anywhere nice on your holidays?'

I collapsed in fits of giggles. It wasn't so much her words, more the tone of voice and the mock serious look she had on her face.

'Hold still or you'll end up with a funny hair cut.' She said, grabbing my head with both hands and putting it into the position she wanted.

For the next half hour, she trimmed, feathered and straightened my hair, turning it from the wild mop I had had all my life to a sleek and sexy bob. I was amazed at the results; I actually looked quite pretty. When I said as much to Suzi, she shrugged and told me,

'What can I say, I'm a miracle worker.'

'Yes, you are. Do I really have to straighten it all the time though?'

'Nah, just do it for special occasions. It really shows off your cheek bones, you know.'

'Yeah they're about the only thing I share with Mother. I take after Dad more.'

'What's he like?'

'Who, Dad?'

'Yeah.'

'He's great. He painted my room like an underwater grotto when I was a kid, covered it in murals of corals and fish with shipwrecks. He made me a whole load of models to go around the top. He always seemed to have time for me, even if he was busy he would let me go and help him in the workshop and we could talk about anything and everything. It was the one place Mother never went near.'

'Why not?'

'She didn't have any control over it. It was Dad's place. She dictated everything else, from the food to when the cleaners came round, everything, right down to my clothes.'

'How old were you?'

'When I left for the first time? I had just turned twenty. I got sick of her telling me what to do all the time so I moved out. I guess Dad thought he'd put up with her for long enough by then and he left six months later. I went round one night and found her in a drunken heap on the floor. I don't think I'd ever seen her cry before, she was always so cold, so guarded and distant. She never held me, never kissed me good night. I don't know if she was ever pleased or proud of me. Anyway, that night, she seemed to actually need me so I offered to move back in with her for a couple of months til she got back on her feet. Four months later I met Sir. He was my life line, He gave me someone to speak to when Mother was isolating me, He, He gave me a dream to cling on to, do you understand?'

'I do, we all need something to keep us going.' Suzi put her arm around me and stroked my shoulder.

We had moved from the bedroom to the living room and we were sitting on the big squishy sofas. 

'Speaking of which, tea?' she continued

'Yes please.' I replied. 

All this talking was making my mouth dry. I was still wearing Sir's dressing gown, Suzi had slipped back into her jeans and shirt. She walked through to the kitchen and put the kettle on.

'Will I make a pot, make it last a bit longer?'

'Yeah that's fine.'

'So why didn't you move out? Or go live with your Dad?'

'Dad's living in a tiny one bed flat, he barely has room for himself. He had to sell all his models when he left coz he didn't have room for them and coz he needed the money. I think that hurt him more than anything else.'

'Does he not have a job or anything?'

'Yeah, he works for a company that sells stationary supplies. Its all online so he can work anywhere and he is really good at it, but with this recession everyone is cutting back, so he's doing less and less business.'

'What about your Mother? How can she afford cleaners and all that sort of thing?'

'My grandparents are very rich. They have a big estate in Dumfriesshire and they bought my parents the house as a wedding gift. They also paid for me to go to a private boarding school and they told me when my Dad left that if I was a good girl and promised never to see him again they would give me a big allowance. I told them to fuck off.' I said with a tight smile. 

'Really?' Suzi asked with a surprised look.

'Yep, I knew fine well they didn't care about me, they just wanted to hurt Dad and I was the prefect weapon. So I looked Grandmother straight in the eye and said, 'Fuck off!' then I marched out the front door, got in my car and shook for about five minutes. I haven't seen or heard from them since. It was after that that Mother started taking most of my pay as rent. She said that if I thought I could live in her house for free after being so ungrateful then I could think again. I never managed to get the money together for another deposit so I was stuck until Sir asked me to move in.'

'And here you are.'

'I know, I keep wanting to pinch myself, just to make sure I'm not dreaming. I can't believe I'm actually here.'

Suzi leaned over and nipped me on the top of my arm.

'Feel real?'

'Oww, yes.' I crumpled up my forehead, pouted at her and rubbed my arm.

'You haven't got a high pain threshold have you?'

'Should I have?' I was a bit worried now. Was I going to get smacked around here too?

'No, sweetie, you don't with Clive. He's more likely to make you stand in a corner naked than whip you black and blue. He's not a huge fan of corporal punishment. It's one of the reasons I'm not a good candidate to be one of His pets. I like riding crops too much.'

'Does it not hurt though?'

'Yes sweetie, it does. That's the whole point of it. I like pain, it turns me on.'

'I like being spanked, but play style rather than properly, does that make sense?'

'Absolutely. You're only just learning what makes you tick, and who knows, you might find you like it once you get used to the sensation. Anyway, I thought you wanted to get your books put away.'

'If that's ok?'

'Yes, course it is. Go on, get started and I'll give you a shout when lunch is ready.'

'Do you want any help? I'm quite a good cook.'

'I'm under orders to give you today off, so off you go, scoot.' She said, waving her hands at me.

I ran up the stairs. My trunk was waiting for me in Sir's study, as were the empty bookcases. I spent the rest of the day sorting everything out. I could be a little OCD about my books, putting them all in alphabetical order by author, then chronological or alphabetical order by title. It helped to pass the time while I waited for Sir to come home, and the hours seemed to fly by. It was half past four when Suzi came upstairs and told me it was time to get ready for dinner. She had already changed into a short skirt and blouse so she was able to help me pick out what I should wear for my first proper night at Sir's house. There wasn't much in my wardrobe that was suitable, in the end though we settled on a little cream kilt and grey lambs wool jumper that clung to my body. I had even less choice with my underwear. All I had brought with me was the pink lace set I had bought to impress Sir at the weekend. I had all my other lace or silk bra's and knickers thrown out by Mother when I moved back home.

Suzi looked at my miniscule wardrobe and said in a very firm voice,

'We need to do some shopping.'

'But I don't have any money.'

'Doesn't matter, Clive does and I don't think He'll mind when He see's how little you actually have.'

'I do have other clothes, I left them behind though. I really didn't like them at all.'

'Mmmm, Clive was saying your Mother could be a little strict about what you wore. But you don't live with her anymore so you can come shopping with me tomorrow and we can get some sexy new stuff, how's does that sound?'

A girly shopping day sounded so good. It was the sort of thing I needed to forget all that had happened. I got changed in to the clothes we had picked out then went down to help with laying the table. Suzi explained to me how everything worked.

'First we greet our Master, then we feed Him. If you're asked, you can eat with Him but expect to eat after Him.'

'How do you know all this?'

'My Master met Clive at a party and kinda took Him under His wing. Clive stayed with Him for a couple of weeks and used a lot of His methods when He was first starting out as a Dom. Over the years He's changed some of His methods but He's kept this one when He has company. It lets everyone know where everyone else belongs, especially if there are new people in the group.'

'That makes sense.' I agreed with her.

Just then we heard a car pulling up in the drive outside. I ran to look out the window and saw Sir's car coming to a stop. I squeaked and ran out of the door to see Him. As He got out, I threw my arms around Him and squeezed Him as hard as I could.

'Hallo pet, are you happy to see me?'

I snuggled in as close as I could to His chest and nodded my head. He dropped His face to mine and kissed me. Looking up, He saw Suzi standing in the doorway, her head bowed with respect. He spun me round and pointed at her, saying,

'When Ross turns up, that's how you should greet Him.'

'Who?'

'Suzi's Master. He'll be joining us for dinner tonight then taking Suzi home. Have a really good look now, and then copy that later, ok pet?'

'Yes Sir.' I wanted to please Him so badly.

'Good girl, right now I would love a cup of tea.'

'Yes Sir. I just put the kettle on a few minutes ago.'

'Good, you are learning fast.'

'Suzi's been helping me an awful lot today.'

'Has she? I hope she's been behaving herself too though.'

'Oh yes Sir. She told me she wasn't allowed to lay a finger on me and she didn't.'

He narrowed His eyes at me. 

'Are you sure?'

'Are cuddles allowed?'

'Yes pet, cuddles are allowed.'

'Then yes, I'm sure.'

'Ok then.' He looked up as we heard another car. 'This'll be Ross. Remember what I said about greeting Him.'

I nodded at Sir and walked with Him to the door. I stood slightly behind Him with my head bowed and my hands clasped in front of me. I heard Suzi speaking to her Master then them crunching across the gravel drive. Next I saw a pair of black shiny shoes come to stop in front of me. I felt a hand lift my chin and I looked up to see Suzi's Master studying me. He was a couple of inches shorter than Sir, with short greying hair and deep blue eyes. He was quite a lot older than me, in His late forties or early fifties and had an air of authority about Him that immediately appealed to me. He twisted my head this way and that, as if He was memorising my features. Finally He spoke,

'You looked so pretty when you were asleep, but then I didn't get to see those gorgeous eyes last night.'

I didn't say anything, just smiled shyly at Him. He was so good looking that I got tongue-tied and I thought it was better to keep quiet so I didn't embarrass Sir or myself. Sir turned and led us in the house; He and Ross went through into the living room whilst Suzi and I stayed in the kitchen, putting together the last few bits for dinner. It was another new experience for me, serving like this. Mother had never really given dinner parties at home; she always booked a table at her favourite restaurant if she had guests, that way she could focus on being witty and charming without having to bother about messing up her housework schedule or worry about the food going wrong. But here, working with Suzi to please her Master and my Sir, it felt very right, very comfortable. It was a feeling I wanted more of in the future. Finally everything was ready and we set the table for our Masters.



Liverpool Ch. 08



We had laid the table for our Masters and now we invited them through to the dining room. The sun was just starting to set behind the tall horse chestnut trees that curtained the house from the road. The leaves were only just starting to bud and the red light from the low sun was streaming through the branches in bold blocks of colour that lit up the room. Suzi and I had settled on something simple for my first meal as Sir’s pet, chicken and rice with paprika sauce, followed by a cheesecake we had found in the freezer and they both seemed to enjoy their meal. Suzi and I waited on them, standing behind them as they ate, ready to help them if they needed anything else. We were totally excluded from the conversation, we were only there to serve them, as they talked about their day and the races they planned on visiting that weekend. It was very odd to be with Sir and not be the focus of His attention. Normally He would only look at me, only talk to me, but I seemed shut out of His thoughts when He was talking to Ross. 

They lingered at the table for half an hour after finishing eating, bouncing ideas off one another about problems they had encountered during the day. Ross was a psychology lecturer at the university and He would offer solutions to the dilemmas Sir had with His team; in return Sir would provide His experiences to give Ross ideas about teaching new concepts to His students. They seemed to have a really strong bond, laughing over old jokes and swapping tales of people they both knew. Suzi and I had retreated to the kitchen to eat and clean up before she had to leave. We were standing side by side over the sink, washing the last of the dishes when we heard Ross roaring at Suzi.

‘Get up here you little slut, you have some explaining to do!!!’

She looked at me in horror, dropped the tea towel she was using and fled upstairs to Sir’s study. I followed her as quickly as I could but by the time I joined her she was already down on her knees, crying while Ross stood over her.

‘I give you one simple instruction to follow and you can’t even obey that. What was the last thing I said to you this morning?’

‘That I wasn’t to lay a finger on Megan.’

‘So how do you explain this?’ He jabbed His finger over at the laptop sitting on Sir’s desk. 

I nearly fainted when I saw a video of me on my knees, enthusiastically lapping at Suzi’s pussy. Sir looked annoyed when He saw me standing in the doorway.

‘Come here pet. What do you have to say about all this?’

‘Did I do something wrong Sir?’ I was shaking as I walked over to Him.

He stood as I got nearer to Him and stopped me beside Suzi.

‘Get on your knees there.’ He told me, pointing to the floor. He looked so angry with me. ‘Did it never occur to you two silly girls that I wanted to be there for my new pet’s first time with another woman?’

I felt the blood drain from my face. I had hurt Sir, I had let Him down, I had gotten carried away and not thought through my actions and the pain it caused me was horrendous. I was shivering on the floor, out in the open in front of Him when all I wanted to hide in a corner and beg His forgiveness. 

‘I’m sorry Sir, I’m so sorry, please I didn’t know that was what you wanted. Please forgive me, I’m sorry.’

‘It’s done now, you can’t go back and undo it, so there’s no point beating yourself up over it.’

‘But I’ve hurt you Sir, I am so very sorry, I didn’t mean to.’

‘I know you didn’t mean to and yes, it is a disappointment, but it is not the end of the world. I didn’t tell you because it was supposed to be a surprise for you tonight, once I had seen how you two got on. The decision we have now is how to punish Suzi for forgetting herself like this.’

‘It wasn’t all Suzi’s fault Sir,’ I was determined that she wouldn’t pay for this, I had been a willing and happy participant in playing with her this morning. ‘If you look, you’ll see I was as much to blame as she was.’

Sir and Ross looked at each other and smiled briefly.

‘One day together and you’re already as thick as thieves. Fine, you can share the punishment.’

I looked sideways at Suzi and caught her eye. She mouthed ‘thank you’ at me and slipped her hand into mine. I had no idea what was going to happen next, Suzi had said that Sir didn’t use corporal punishments but that Ross, her Master, did. I didn’t know if I could stand being whipped. I waited on my knees for our Masters to make their judgement. Finally Sir spoke.

‘We have decided that as we didn’t get to see your first time, my pet, that we should be here for every time after that. Understand? You too Suzi, you do not get to play with each other unless we are standing there in front of you.’

Ross came over to where we were kneeling. He grabbed hold of Suzi’s hair and twisted her face up to His.

‘I promise you this, if you break this rule, you will never get to play with Megan ever again. You know I am not kidding around here, slut, don’t you?’

‘Yes Master, I know. I promise I will never break this rule.’

‘Good girl. Now help Megan to undress.’

He released her hair and pushed her back down towards me. I was trembling still with how angry they both were with us. Suzi stroked my hair and whispered in my ear,

‘Shhh it’s ok sweetie, if they were really mad we wouldn’t be allowed to play at all.’

‘I know,’ I said softly back, ‘But I’ve never been naked in front of more than one person at a time, and never in front of your Master before.’

‘What is taking you so long slut? Get her clothes off, you were happy enough doing this earlier.’

‘Master, may I speak?’

Ross was sitting back in Sir’s chair, looking bored at how long I was taking.

‘Yes, what is it?’

‘Master, this pet has never been with more than one person at a time.’

Ross looked over at Sir, leaning against the bookcases.

‘Clive, she is going to have to do this sooner or later and it might as well be amongst friends to start off with. She’s your pet, sort her out.’

I was looking at Sir, pleading with Him to help me with the situation. Ross was so cold, so distant, that He reminded me of Mother and the thought of having to be around someone else like her was scaring me badly. I was so far out of my depth with Him it was unreal. He walked over to me and crouched down. He pushed Suzi out of the way so He could look me straight in the eye and said kindly,

‘Ross is right, this is going to be a situation you will find yourself in time and time again with me. I understand that this is scary for you, but I am here, I will not let anything bad happen to you and if at any point it gets too much, you tell me. If you need a break, you say ‘break’, ok?’ I nodded. ‘If you need to stop, and this is only to be used if you are on the verge of breaking, then you tell me ‘stop’. Ok, not stop it or that, just plain stop, can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and try this for me?’

A feeling of relief washed over at His words. He had told me He was going to protect me if I needed it, and the freedom that those words gave to me was incredible. It was like I was a puppet and Sir, whom I trusted with my life, was the Master pulling the strings. Each time He took more control from me, it freed a little more of the scared little girl inside me and gave me the confidence to explore more of the person I was becoming. Before I meet Him, I had only ever dreamed of being with another woman, now I was about to play with one for the second time today. I was kneeling before Him with my head bowed and very quietly I said,

‘Yes Sir, for you I can do this.’

‘That’s my good girl.’

I wiggled with pleasure at His words. He stood and went back over beside Ross. Suzi moved back in front of me and unzipped my skirt. She slipped it down over my hips so it pooled around my knees and pulled my jumper over my head. My fingers were shaking slightly as I began unbutton her blouse. I started at the top, slowly slipping each tiny white button through the holes, revealing a little more of her pale skin with every movement. She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse fell to the floor. She still wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were large and rosy in the soft light from the table lamp. I wanted to see how they felt in my mouth; it was something I liked doing with the men I had been with but they had been small in comparison to hers. I leaned forwards to lick and suck at them while Suzi held my head. She soothed one hand down my back and with a practiced flick undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor along with everything else. She lifted my head from her chest and kissed me with an open mouth, flickering her tongue inside to draw mine out. She was a wonderful kisser, her mouth was soft and wet and her tongue was dancing all over my lips, licking around the inside of them, curling round my tongue. 

At the same time her hands were stroking down my back, then curving upwards to my breasts, teasing the outer edges of them before running her thumbs over my nipples again and again. I ran my hands down her sides and out over her arse, gathering up her skirt to find her naked under there too. She moved her legs apart to let me slip my fingers between her soft thighs and up to her wet pussy. The juices from her were trickling down, coating my fingers. Her hands left my breasts and slid down my hips, taking the soft french knickers I was wearing off in one smooth action and exposing me fully to the men standing behind. I heard Ross’s voice,

‘Stop.’

Suzi stilled immediately, I was lost in the feelings that I didn’t want to lose so I tried to carry on kissing her but she pulled away. I whimpered in frustration, but she placed a finger on my lips and shushed me. 

‘Clive, can you get me two pairs of soft handcuffs please?’ Ross continued. ‘You two, on your knees side by side, hands behind your backs.’

Suzi shuffled round beside me, facing away from her Master. She clasped her hands at the small of her back and bowed her head. Sir came back with the cuffs; they were made of thick padded leather with buckle fastenings and had a short chain linking them. He crouched behind Suzi first and secured the cuffs to her, then did the same to me. I had never worn anything like this before, I’d never even been tied up before, but I trusted Sir. I knew He wouldn’t let me come to harm so I stayed still for Him. They were snug fitting, not tight enough to cause damage but nowhere near loose enough for me to wiggle out of them. 

‘Move round to face me,’ Ross ordered. 

We shuffled round on our knees. It wasn’t easy to keep my balance without my hands to steady myself but I managed it somehow.

‘Thanks to you two little sluts, I have a rock hard cock here that needs some attention. Suzi, come here and get your mouth round it.’

He unzipped His fly and pulled out His cock. I was slightly stunned at how big He was, at least eight inches long and thick with it. Suzi crawled across the carpet and took Him in her mouth, flicking over the tip, then licking up and down the shaft. Ross sat looking down at her almost tenderly as He smoothed her hair back so He could see her face. He looked up at Sir and told Him,

‘Bring your pet over here, where I can reach her pussy, then can you fuck my slut for me? She is far too good at cock sucking to stop her.’

Sir lifted me to my feet and walked me over to where Ross sat. He propped me against the desk and spread my legs for Him to see my wet pussy. Ross stroked a finger down my body, running it around my nipples, making them jump out to meet His touch. He moved down my belly, with soft swirling touches that gave me goose bumps, then slid His whole hand over my pussy. He opened up the outer lips with His thumb and pinkie and flicked His middle finger up around my clit, making me gasp and push down on His hand. He tapped me gently, steadily building up til I was shuddering on the brink of cuming for Him. He looked at Sir, who was fucking Suzi smoothly, just sliding in and out of her so easily, and asked Him,

‘Have you taken control of her orgasms yet?’

‘No, she has enough difficulty cuming without me interfering. It’s something I’m planning on working on with her. Just let her cum for now.’

‘You hear that, little one,’ Ross looked back at my pleading face. ‘You get to cum for me, so let me have it, let it go pet.’ 

He folded His finger into His palm and pushed it hard against my clit. I took a deep breath and cried out, shaking so wildly I could barely stand. The only thing holding me up was the desk my arse was propped on and His hand over my pussy. As I came, I threw my head back and over balanced, falling back over the desk and Ross took the opportunity to slip His finger inside me. I was still clenching down after my first cum and having something inside me to push against was wonderful. He wiggled His finger just above my G-spot, making me squirm at how good it felt. He looked back at Sir.

‘Christ, she’s tight. I take it she’s never been fisted?’

‘Why would I want to ruin that? It feels so good wrapped round your cock.’

‘I might try her out then, if that’s ok with you?’

‘Be my guest, just take it easy with her the first time. It can take her a while to loosen up.’

‘Cheers old friend, how’s my slut doing?’

‘As good as ever, old friend.’ 

He smiled up at Ross and slapped Suzi’s arse. She whimpered with her mouth full as her back arched and she shuddered on Sir’s thrusting cock. Ross leaned over and pulled me up off the desk by my arms. He lifted my left leg over Suzi’s still bobbing head and held me straddled over His cock. 

‘Suzi, stop for a minute.’ He said as He began to lower me down. 

Suzi pulled her head away obediently and watched as her Master spread my pussy lips open with one hand then gently pushed His big cock inside me. When I felt the head pressing against me, I thought there was no way He was going to fit without this hurting me, but then amazingly it popped inside and the feeling of being stretched so wide was incredible. My legs were still shaky so Ross held me round my waist, one hand pulling at my nipples, the other flicking over my clit. Slowly He moved me up and down, gaining a little more depth with each thrust. Finally He was buried in me up to the hilt and I was sat impaled on His lap. He reached for Suzi’s head and guided her towards us. He placed her mouth over my pussy and commanded her,

‘Lick my cock for me slut, curl that wicked tongue of yours round it and have a taste of this sweet pussy.’

She did as she was told, licking from His cock to my clit, teasing me with just the tip of her tongue before sucking it into her mouth. At the same time Ross was rocking back and forth, holding my hips with one hand to keep me immobile, the other was still on my breasts, pulling at my nipples. I could feel Suzi being pushed against me by Sirs thrusts, I could feel it as He speeded up, getting closer to cuming; I could feel Ross getting bigger inside me, I could feel Him driving deeper inside me; Suzi was moaning, her tongue picking up on the vibrations and sending them to my clit. All the sensations were pushing me over the edge again and again. I had never cum so many times before. There was no holding them back, the feelings swept over me without remorse and I was helpless. 

I was watching Sir as He fucked Suzi. I’d thought I would feel so jealous if I ever saw Him with another woman, but getting to see the expressions on His face was so hot. I was looking into His eyes, watching them darken as He began the hard thrusts that I knew preceded Him cuming. He was digging His fingers into Suzi’s hips, copying Ross’s movements as they both speeded up. Suzi was crying out as she came again, her voice muffled as her mouth was pushed hard on my pussy. I had been whimpering for a while, unable to suppress how good it was all making me feel, now I could sense the men building up to cuming. Knowing I had helped to make them feel this good was so intense I stiffened and screamed so hard I felt something in my throat give. My whole body was shaking wildly, I was squeezing hard on Ross’s cock, making me yelp with how painful it was, yet it felt so good I wanted to do this forever. My head was thrown back on Ross’s shoulder and He bit down on my neck, right at the edge of where it joined my shoulder, causing me to stiffen and shudder again. Then I felt it, that wonderful twitch that cocks give just before they cum, and I heard Sir’s voice,

‘Cum for me one more time pet, let it go. Let me feel Suzi swallowing all your lovely juices.’

Ross bit me again, twisting my nipples at the same time; I felt Him shoot up inside me, pumping all His hot sticky cum into my pussy. Sir drove hard into Suzi, squashing her face against me as He came. His face had an odd look of pride on it just before He surrendered to the storm. I screamed again, as my body shook, then slumped back, totally wiped out. 

I lay in Ross’s arms, unable to do anything but twitch gently as the aftershocks ran through me. Sir pulled Suzi back against His body, holding her quietly as she calmed and undoing the cuff from behind her back. She recovered much faster than me. My body was still limp with exhaustion as she was finding her feet and fetching blankets for us all. Sir gathered me up in His arms, lifting me from Ross. He wrapped me in a rug, releasing my wrists then settling me on the floor at His feet. I couldn’t think, I just sat there in a fog. I heard them talking about me though it meant nothing to me, their words lost in the haze that surrounded me. I was leaning against Sir’s legs, waiting for them to decide what they wanted from me next. Right now I didn’t care what happened. 

I was lifted to my feet by Suzi and led away to the bedroom. She tucked me into Sir’s bed and curled herself around me, just holding me as the aftershocks made me tremble. Finally my body stilled its self and I was able to look up at her.

‘Hallo,’ she said. ‘You back with us now?’

‘Yeah, oh wow, that was something.’

‘Master was very pleased with you. He told me you are one of the most open subs He’s ever had.’

‘Open?’ I asked, frowning at her in confusion.

‘Perhaps accepting would be a better word. There aren’t many girls your age who would be willing to play like that on a first meeting.’

‘Oh.’ I was still confused. ‘Didn’t Sir want me to play?’

‘Of course He did. He just wasn’t sure if you would be able to relax enough to enjoy it.’

‘But it felt so good, why wouldn’t I want to enjoy it?’

‘Lets just call you special and leave it at that for now.’

I shrugged and nodded to her. I simply wanted to please Sir. If He had told me to stand in the corner and watch Him playing with Suzi I would have done it. I wouldn’t have liked it, but I would have done it. I wanted to clear something up though.

‘Suzi, what do I call your Master? I can’t call Him Ross, would Sir be ok or does He prefer Master?’

‘Would you like me to ask Him for you?’

‘Yes please.’ I replied gratefully, smiling at her.

She slipped out the bed and padded quietly out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I was stunned at how my day had been, at all the new feelings that had arisen in me. I had never expected to feel as good as I did right now, snuggled up in a big bed, waiting on a sexy woman to come back to me, possibly with two sexy men that wanted me again. I wasn’t sure if I could cope if they did want a replay, but I would do my best to give them all I had. Suzi appeared at the door and came back to bed.

‘He said it would please Him if you called Him Master for now. Maybe when you get to know Him a little better you’ll feel able to use His name. He’s not as scary as He seems, He can be quite tender when He wants to be. I also asked Clive if I could take you shopping tomorrow and He said as long as we buy some silk we could have His card.’

‘Really?’




Liverpool Ch. 08



‘Yes, see I told you He wouldn’t mind. He saw your wardrobe last night and said He needed to do something about it.’

Now I really was stunned. This just didn’t happen to me, people didn’t just give me a card and tell me to buy silk. A thought occurred to me.

‘Silk what?’ I asked her.

‘Silk underwear. Clive likes His pets in silk panties.’

‘You know an awful lot about Clive, don’t you?’ I asked her with a smile.

‘He’s been in our circle of friends for seven or eight years now, and in this group, not a lot gets kept secret, well not unless you ask your partner to keep quiet. That’s why it works, if it was all hidden away in the dark too much bad stuff could go undetected. We have a couple of really experienced Doms that kinda over see everything, if you ever need help you can go to them.’

‘So will I meet them?’

‘You’ve already met one. Master was one of the first people that organised a regular meeting place for His friends and it went from there. We’ve got about twenty-five or so now, we get together every couple of weeks, mostly here actually. It’s out of the way, no nosy neighbours and guest bedrooms. We’ve got a meeting next weekend. Clive asked Master to co-host it with Him.’

I was worried now about all this. From what I’d read online, there were all sorts of protocols at meetings like this, I didn’t know if I could handle being in charge of something like that. Being here with Sir was turning out to be more difficult that I had thought. Everytime I got settled and found my feet, something new would pop up and start scaring me again. Now I had less than a week to find out how to help Sir with a play party, not to mention how I would feel if I was asked to actually play. All the thoughts in my head were spinning round faster and faster and I was seriously starting to panic. I looked up at Suzi and asked her if I’d have to help. 

‘No, sweetie, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. This has been a big day for you hasn’t it. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it, I just thought you might find it fun. I guess I forgot how overwhelming this type of thing can be when you’re just starting out. Would you like me to get Clive for you?’

‘Yes please. I’m sorry.’

‘What for sweetie?’

‘I’m not much fun at the minute. I keep getting scared all the time.’

‘That’s not your fault. I’d be scared too, all these changes, the new surroundings, new feelings, new people. You haven’t had much time to adjust really. Tell you what, hows about I go make you some hot chocolate and get Clive and you can snuggle up in bed with Him for a bit, would you like that?’

‘Yes, thank you Suzi. You’ve been so nice to me.’

‘You are very easy to be nice to, sweetie. You sit there and I’ll get you sorted, ok?’

She got out the bed again. At some point she had put her shirt back on, now she wiggled into her jeans and went to find Sir. I slid down under the covers and waited. I was tired but not sleepy, there were too many thoughts still circling round my mind. Yes, this was what I wanted, to live with Sir, to be with Him, as part of His life; however there were other parts of His life I didn’t know anything about. He hadn’t told me anything about meetings or parties, He hadn’t told me about His friends or how His home life worked. I began to wondered what else He hadn’t told me about His life. I wanted to know all about Him, I needed to sit down with Him and try to talk to Him. I just didn’t know how to start a conversation like that with Him. I knew I shouldn’t be confrontational with Him, but I was a bit hurt that He hadn’t let me all the way in to His life. I thought He had opened Himself up to me; now I had found He was like all the others, keeping me at arms length. 

I sat up on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest. Had I done the right thing? Everything had moved so fast, I never thought that He would ask me to move in with Him and yet, here I was, sitting in His bed, waiting for Him to come to me. I have to admit I was a more than a little angry at Him for acting towards me in this way, keeping parts of His life from me when I had opened mine up to Him completely. It was like He was treating me like a child, patting me on the head and telling me I wasn’t to worry about grown-up stuff. I knew anger was going to help me be strong enough to ask Him about this, I hoped I could keep it in check when I saw Him though. Lately anger had been another thing to be scared of, the way it could take me over was terrifying, but I had to be in control when I spoke to Him. I couldn’t blow up or dissolve into tears without it seriously compromising my arguments. His voice startled me from my thoughts.

‘You alright pet?’ He said as He came round to sit on the bed. 

I didn’t know what to say. Normally I would have answered that everything was fine and kept my head down like I had done with Mother. But Sir had told me that our relationship couldn’t work unless I was totally honest with Him, so I decided I had to take the bull by the horns and tell Him the truth.

‘Umm, not really Sir. Is it ok if I ask you a question?’

‘Oh course, fire away.’

‘I was just wondering if there were any other parts of your life I don’t know about. I didn’t know about Master and Suzi, though they seemed to know about me. I didn’t know about the meetings you have here coz of the lack of neighbours and extra bedrooms until Suzi told me a wee while ago. I still don’t know what it is you want of me here and everytime I think I’ve found my feet and I’m just starting to get settled, something new pops up and I have to start all over again, so I was hoping that if you do have any more things you haven’t gotten round to telling me, that you could tell me about them now and get it all over and done with at one time.’

He sat there looking at me thoughtfully. 

‘What is it you think I haven’t told you?’

‘If I knew that, I wouldn’t be asking you the questions I just have, would I? Why is it so hard for you men to let me into your lives? Do you think I’m going to come along one day and drop a bomb using the information you’ve given me? Why don’t you trust me enough to let me in?’

I was getting exasperated now. This seemed to happen time and time again and I had honestly thought that Sir was different. Finding out He was the same was heartbreaking.

‘You think I don’t trust you? I don’t just let anyone move in with me you know.’

‘No, I don’t know, you’ve never told me anything about the girls you had before me, and yet you know just about everything there is to know about the men I’ve been with. This is what I’m saying, you’re doing the same thing as they did, keeping me away from you and I don’t understand why.’

There was a quiet tap on the door and Suzi poked her head round the frame.

‘Can I come in? Your hot chocolate’s ready sweetie.’

‘Suzi, come in,’ Sir replied for me. ‘Can you tell Ross I wont be coming back and that he’s more than welcome to stay the night?’

‘Of course Clive, good night.’

‘Night Suzi and thanks for the chocolate.’ I took the mug from her with a smile. 

I sipped the drink as I waited for Sir to gather His thoughts. He sat away from me, leaning on the end of the bed, looking out of the window. He took a deep breath and turned to me.

‘I don’t know where I should to start pet. I don’t know what it is you think I’m keeping from you.’

‘How about we start with the others that have lived with you here.’

‘There have only been two others. There was my first wife, Tara. We bought this place together about 15 years ago when we got married. It was a bit of a dump then, that’s why we got it so cheap. We spent six months doing it up, put so much effort in to it all. I think it was the last time we had fun together.’ He sighed and reached for me. He held my little hand tightly between His big strong ones, giving me comfort from His touch. His voice was serious and almost hesitant. Breaking through the walls He had put up was hard for Him and I was so happy that He was able to start allowing me to become closer to Him than ever before. 

‘Then my work started getting more time consuming, I was spending nights away, then weeks away and she thought I was neglecting her, so she took off after a couple of years. Found herself a man who would come home to her every night, though apparently he’s stifling her now. The other was a woman I met about eight months later. I was on the rebound really, shouldn’t have been with anyone at that time but I was lonely after being with Tara for so long. We had been dating for a while when she showed up at my door one night and told me she had been kicked out of her flat. Then I discovered that she was more interested in the house than living in it with me. I booted her out six weeks later and I haven’t had a lover living here long term since then.’

‘Am I going to live here long term?’

‘That’s up to you pet. If you still want to I would be delighted. Anything else?’

I filed the last part of that away for later on in the discussion. What did He mean ‘if I still wanted to’?

‘These meetings you have here, how do they work?’

‘People that I know and trust come round here a couple of times a month and play. Sometimes there are only a couple and sometimes we have a full house, it depends what else is going on. Just because they come doesn’t mean they have to play and they don’t have to come here to play, but it’s a safe place for my friends to relax in. I am the host though, not you. If this is something you can’t or wont want any part of, then I do understand. It would probably be best for the first few times if you only watched. That way you can get a better idea of what might be expected of you if you did decide to take part. I have to admit I do like the parties, that’s why I offered this place to hold them.’

‘What happens at them? Is it like a dinner party, or an orgy or what?’

He smiled at my expression. I was so curious about all this. It was all new and a bit scary but at the same time I was fascinated to learn first hand about stuff I had only ever read about. 

‘For the most part, we have a few drinks, catch up on what everyone is doing, then usually people go off and do their own thing. This weekend we have a fairly big group coming. Two of our friends are getting married and it’s their stag and hen do’s, kind of a last chance to misbehave before they settle down. Everyone that’s coming is part of our group so they’ll all know how to behave. Ross and I are co-hosting it, you can either follow Suzi around or you can stay with me, which ever you would prefer.’

‘Is it ok if I stay with you Sir?’

‘Of course it is pet.’ He stroked my hair the way He knew I loved and smiled softly at me. Then His face grew serious again. ‘There is one thing though.’

‘What’s that?’

‘You will have to wear a collar.’

‘Really?’ I bit my lip and hung my head. The flash of pleasure that swooped through my body at the thought of being led around by a collar was unexpected but oh so very nice.

‘You like that idea, do you? Wearing one of my collars, crawling around on your knees in front of everyone.’ 

He lifted my head and looked at my flushed face with a wicked smile. I wouldn’t look at Him though. It was such a new feeling to want to be humiliated like that, a good feeling though, a wicked naughty exciting feeling and I wanted more of it. 

‘Naked?’

He froze at my question.

‘You would have to be very sure about it. There would be people there who would want to touch you or play with you if you were in that position. Could you handle that?’

I crawled up the bed and curled around Him.

‘Would it be like tonight?’ I asked hesitantly. ‘Would you be there too?’

‘Pet, your lead would not leave my hand. Where ever I went, you would go too.’

‘Then yes, I could handle that Sir.’

‘Good. Was there anything else?’

I remembered what He has said earlier.

‘You said before ‘if I still wanted to stay’. Why wouldn’t I want to stay with you?’

‘There are not many girls who would be so open to all the new things I am asking of you. Even fewer who would actually ask to be paraded round naked in a room full of strangers. Most would have run a mile from Suzi this morning and run even further from the three of us tonight.’

‘This has all a test?’ I sat up and looked at Him with shocked anger. How dare He!

‘It was a necessary trial to see if you could cope with the more unconventional parts of my life and one which you past with flying colours.’

‘That’s not the point. All you had to do was ask instead of tricking me like that.’ I crossed my arms over my breasts and turned my back on Him.

‘Would have honestly answered yes if I had asked you to willingly lick out another woman while I videoed it and then played it back to her Master, who would then want to fuck you?’

I so wanted to answer yes but I knew in my heart I would never have been brave enough to say the words. I kept my back to Him while I tried to figure out a way out of this hole I had dug for myself with a modicum of dignity. Inspiration failing me, my shoulders sagged and I said very softly, almost hoping He wouldn’t hear, 

‘No.’

‘Sorry, what was that?’

‘I said no, ok. I would rather have run over hot coals than say yes. As you well know, you sod.’

He grabbed my arm and spun me round on the bed to face Him.

‘Don’t be a cheeky bint or I’ll slap you silly. You know I will don’t you?’

‘Yes.’ I replied, rather sulkily.

‘Yes what, bitch?’

The dirty name sent a shiver down my spine.

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Come on then, out the way so I can get in to bed too.’

I scrambled quickly out of His way and in the process, somehow managed to fall out the bed and land on the floor with a loud ‘bump’. Sir looked down at me and laughed.

‘How the hell did you manage that?’

I sat up and rubbed my elbow where it had impacted on the floor. I frowned up at Him and pouted.

‘Aww, did my baby girl hurt herself?’

‘Yeth.’ I lisped at Him.

‘Come here then and I’ll kiss it all better for you.’

I grinned at Him and leapt onto the bed. He gathered me up and asked me where it hurt. I tried really hard to be good and point at my elbow but my finger kinda missed and ended up at my chest. He bent His head down and sucked on my nipple, drawing it into His mouth and flicking His tongue over the end. I gasped and dug my fingers into His shoulders as His hand slithered down my belly and parted my pussy lips. I was still slippery from playing with Master before and He wiggled His finger inside me with ease. He stopped His attentions on my breasts and asked,

‘Are you sure you’re not too sore?’

In response I pressed down on His hand. I could have been in howling agony and I still would have wanted Him. I would have done anything He asked of me and that night I did. Anything He desired I delivered with open hands, mouth and pussy. He was my sun and moon and the stars in the sky and I loved Him with all of my heart.



Liverpool Ch. 09



The rest of the week past by quickly. On Wednesday Suzi took me shopping once Sir and Master had gone to work for the day. Sir had left me one of His credit cards with the pin number and told Suzi the limit on it; they wouldn't tell me. I think they thought I would faint if I knew how much Sir was willing to spend on me. I found out later that I spent nearly a grand that day. Everytime I said something though Sir would frown at me or tell me off. He said it was only money and that I deserved a treat. I still think it was too much but I learnt to live with the guilt. We went to shop after shop, buying short skirts that Mother would have fainted over, tight little blouses and jumpers that showed off my breasts to their best advantage and I even managed to build up my shoe collection. I discovered a fellow shoe addict in Suzi, though her taste ran to tiny ballet pumps rather than the towering heels I favoured. 

We finished up in a small secluded shop way off the high street. There was no shop window, just a normal house door and no sign outside so at first I wondered if Suzi was taking me to a friends house but inside was a different matter. The back of the house had been opened up by french doors that led out to a tiny but immaculate garden and let the sunshine in to give the place a welcoming feel. We were greeted by possible the campest man I had ever met. He was dressed in a pink tight fitting jumper and black jeans that showed off everything. He jumped up from the pink sofa he was lounging on to squeal at Suzi and hugged her so hard she had to beg him to let her breathe.

'Sweetie darling,' he crooned at her. 'Where have you been hiding yourself? We haven't seen you in ages, have we boys?'

The rest of the shop gathered around her, asking questions and giggling with her. I hung back a bit, not wanting to intrude on their reunion until Suzi had a chance to introduce me. Finally she turned and pulled me into the group.

'Charlie, this is Megan, Clive's new pet. Megan, meet Charlie, possibly the best friend a girl could have. He has the most wonderful collection of goodies.'

'Megan, sweetie, we knew Clive had someone hidden away but He didn't tell us you were such a cutie. Now, tell me, how can my boys and I help you today?'

'I don't know.' I bit my lip. I was always shy around new people, especially people who were as flamboyant as Charlie. 'What sort of goodies do you have?' 

'Well,' he replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'why don't we start with something nice for you to wear and see where we get to, yes?'

I nodded my head and let him lead me further into the shop. All along one wall was a range of gorgeous lingerie in silk, lace, satin and leather. Off to one side was a selection of outfits, opposite that was a huge collection of vibrators, plugs, and strap-ons; beyond those was a wall dedicated to collars, leads, chains, whips, floggers and handcuffs in leather, metal or silk. In all it was a dream shop. 

'So why don't we get you undressed and get some measurements and you can pick out what you like, yes?'

Charlie seemed to end every sentence with that word. He was a bit like me, eager to please. I didn't know about stripping off in front of him and his boys though.

'Don't you worry, none of my boys are interested in you that way, sweetie. Well apart from Jeremy, he's such a horny little sod he'll shag anything, but he's on a promise tonight so he'll behave himself, yes?'

I couldn't help but smile at Charlie. He was so much fun. I wiggled out of my clothes and stood naked in the middle of the shop. I seemed to be getting naked in front of strangers all the time at the minute. I told myself it was good practice for the party. Charlie led me up to a little platform in front of a bank of mirrors and clapped his hands for a tape measure. 

'So we have a thirty-six DD here, ohh nice little waist, twenty-seven inches, I bet it's hell trying to find clothes to fit that, if I was you I wouldn't bother trying to squeeze down a size, just relax and add on half an inch or so. Clive doesn't like a stick insect in His bed you know, yes? And then we have a sexy little arse here, thirty-four inches, yes?'

'I'm not a double D you know.'

'Oh yes you are, you've just been wearing a D cup for so long you haven't noticed when you've gone up a size, yes? Now I know Clive loves His silk, but lace would be so pretty on you too, yes? White is sweet too but not too much, yes? We all know you wouldn't be in here if you were a sweet innocent, yes? So I'm thinking ivory, blue, red and black to mix in there as well, show off your colouring, yes? So, Calvin, can you get me everything in her size in silk and lace in those colours and we'll have a little leather for the party this weekend, yes?'

The boy he had picked out disappeared into another room and came back with an armful of boxes. The underwear was whisked out and shown to me before I tried each piece on. Charlie was right about my cup size, everything I tried fitted so much better than what I had been wearing. The feel of the silk as it slithered over my skin was turning me on, the lace was light and feminine and made me feel like a princess. It was the leather that captured me though. Charlie brought out an ivory corset with tiny boxers, covered on deep pink roses that made me feel sensuous and slinky as well as an identical black set that had been embroidered with tribal designs in black thread. Suzi came up behind me twisted my hair up off my neck. 

'You look positively edible, sweetie. How am I going to keep my hands off you til Master gets home?'

'Well considering He called me and said you would probably be coming in here....'

'Oh Charlie, He didn't, did He?'

'Oh yes He did. Shame on you Suzi Q, taking advantage of a little innocent like her.'

Charlie wagged his finger at Suzi and scowled at her. I giggled at his serious expression.

'Don't you laugh missy, Ross and Clive are my two best customers. Now is there anything here you don't like?'

'Nope, I love it all. I just don't know how to chose what I want most of all.'

'Come back here and see if this helps you at all, yes?'

He took my arm and tucked it into his. 

'I keep all my real goodies back here, taadaa!'

He opened a curtain to reveal a stunning collection of boots, knee-highs, thigh-highs and sexy little ankle boots. I was in shoe heaven. 

'Now Clive said you were allowed one of each type, otherwise His wardrobe would disappear under a mountain of shoes. So, I thought, the ivory knee-highs, black thigh-highs, you can never go wrong with those, yes? And finally, these.'

He held up a pair of midnight blue silk ankle boots by the thick silver chain that connected them together. 

'They take a bit of getting used to, but once you've mastered them, they will give the sexiest walk ever. Try them on, yes?'

'Oh yes please.'

He was spot on about these boots. I fell over twice trying to work out how to walk without the chain pulling me off balance and I knew it would take me a while to walk rather than lurch but they felt so sexy, I had to have them. In fact, this whole day had made me feel so good about myself. The people around me had made me feel sexy and confident and in control; if this was how one day as Sir's pet could boost me, I couldn't wait to see how good the rest of my life was going to be. By the time I'd gotten changed back into my street clothes, all my new underwear had been wrapped up in tissue paper and placed back in the box it came out of. The boxes were stacked along beside the settee at the front door ready for us to take away and Suzi was chatting to Charlie about next weekend's party.

'Did you know Tazmin's going? She's taking two of her Masters new subs for Him and He's bringing Mia. That'll be her first time out since she got back, yes?'

'I heard that she was home, she must be feeling better now it's all over.'

'What happened to her?' From the tone of their voices I thought it must have been something horrific, like a car accident or something. It was worse. 

'Mia's last Master was a bit of a bastard. He was so jealous of anyone even thinking about her that he knocked her out one night, strapped her down so she couldn't move and tattooed his name across her pussy. She woke up just as he had finished the first letter, when she screamed at him he just laughed at her and carried on. She's been over in the States getting it removed for the last few weeks, if she's coming over on Saturday it must mean it's healed up already. It's ok sweetie, he's in jail now.' She said when she saw my worried face. 'Her Master now is Michael, He's a bit strange, likes to have a harem of girls around Him, but He's a very nice chap. Come on sweetie, we need to get going, Clive and Master will be wanting their dinner.'

We said good-bye to Charlie and his boys, a couple of whom were coming to the party, and set off home. It took us longer than I thought it would. I was still getting used to everything being farther apart compared to the smaller city I had grown up in and Sir was already home by the time we got back. I ran up and kissed Him as soon as I saw Him. It didn't matter how long He was away for or what I was doing when we were parted, I still missed Him every second of the day. He pulled me close to Him and sat down with me on His knee. 

'So did you have a good day?' He asked me.

'Yes, we went to so many shops, I think my feet are dead and I met Charlie and he has the nicest boys and the best shoes ever, but I was good and I only got three pairs from him. I also got so much underwear I think it'll last me forever but Suzi didn't get any. How come she never wears any?'

'Ross isn't interested in wrappings that get in His way when He wants her. I think He read the 'Story of O' one too many times.'

'What's that?'

'It's a very good book I need to find for you to read at some point.'

'Oh ok, so how was your day Sir?'

'Same shit, different day. Come on wench, what are you doing sitting around when I've been home for half an hour and still not had a cup of tea?'

He slapped me on the arse and I jumped up with a giggle to go make Him His tea. Suzi was waiting for me in the kitchen. She had already boiled the kettle and was just pouring the water into the pot when I got there. I waited with her as we let it stew and then I took a cup through to where Sir sat.

'Sir, your tea's ready.'

'Bout time too pet. Right go put your stuff away and I'll order dinner.'

'Don't you want me to cook Sir?'

'It's nearly six now, by the time you get everything put away and start cooking it'll be nearly eight o' clock and I'll be starving way before then. So I hope you like Chinese.'

'Yes Sir.' I answered. I hadn't realised how late it was. I wasn't used to the days getting longer yet and I thought it was earlier than six. I climbed the stairs with my bags and boxes perched precariously on top of each other. It took me nearly an hour to put it all away; my task wasn't made any easier by me stopping to admire everything at least once and then realising halfway through that I wanted to change how it was all organised. I got there in the end, though by the time dinner had arrived Ross had come round and taken Suzi home with Him. It was just the two of us at home that night and it was nice like that, cosy and snug and quiet. He went upstairs to work afterwards leaving me to clean up and check His clothes for the next day were clean and ironed. Once I had finished all my chores I took Sir more tea and sat on the floor at His feet for the rest of the evening. I knew from our late night chats online that He often worked at home like this and I had brought a book to keep me still while He concentrated on the screen in front of Him. Every now and again He would sit back and stroke my hair or my shoulder absentmindedly as He thought through the problems that had cropped up during the hour or so He had been away. 

Thursday was busy too. I met Suzi in town at lunchtime after I had completed the chores on the list that Sir had left me. I liked lists, they gave me a sense of achievement when I had finished them and it made it easier to plan what I had to do that day. At the bottom of today's list was 'Meet Suzi in town for lunch and beauty stuff.' So I did as I was told and drove to the local train station. There was no way I was driving into the city centre, I would have gotten lost in five minutes. Suzi was waiting for me at the other end and we had lunch in the main concourse, before we went arm in arm, giggling over nothing, into the salon. Sir had told me not to shave that morning in the shower so I guessed that I going to get waxed. I was a bit worried it would hurt, I'd tried waxing at home and it hadn't worked and hurt like hell but the girl who was doing me was really nice and it wasn't that bad. I suppose for her it was normal for girls to come in and open their legs to show her their pussys. I got a bit of a thrill out of it though, feeling her soft warm hands stroking over me and I couldn't help but be turned on by the whole experience. 

I don't know if it was an accident or if it was on purpose but towards the end I felt her fingers brush over my clit and my body jumped like it had been electrocuted. She must have noticed how my naughty pussy had started to leak juices over her fingers for she got bolder with her caresses, running her fingertips over the edges of my outer lips as if to check for hairs, all the time getting closer to my clit. I was squirming under her touch, so close to cuming, yet needing that extra little push to send me into orgasm. Finally her thumb settled on my clit and pressed down onto it hard. I shuddered, breathing hard and squeaked and came. It wasn't as big as the ones Sir, Master and Suzi had given me the other day but awfully nice none the less. I looked up at her and asked if she wanted some fun too but she shook her head and said she had a fella at home for that. She just liked making girls cum and then telling her man about it at the end of the day. 

I got up with slightly unsteady legs and thanked her for her good service. My skin felt so slinky and smooth from the oil she had liberally applied afterwards and my new underwear slithered over it so easily; it seemed everything I did these days just turned me on so much that I was walking around feeling constantly horny.

That night was like the one before. I was commanded to sit with Sir and keep Him company while we ate and talked about our day. When I told Him what happened when I was getting waxed He shook His head and said,

'That pussy of yours is getting out of control. I might have to take over her behaviour.'

'How would you do that?' I honestly didn't know how He could make it behave when I struggled.

'It's quite simple pet. You don't get to play unless I tell you you're allowed to. And that includes playing by yourself. So new rule, unless I say otherwise, you keep your fingers off MY pussy, clear?'

'So it's your pussy now, and I don't get a say in any of this?'

'You have a problem with this?'

I thought about it for a minute. It was a bit weird to hand over control of part of my body to another person.

'What if I get really really horny?'

'Then you wait til I get home and I will decide if you get to play or not.'

'And what happens if you're away for a few days?'

'Then you call me,' He held up His hand to forestall my next question. 'If you don't get through, leave a message and I will get back to you when I'm free to do so. Basically, no-one touches my pussy or tits without my permission, not you, not anyone.'

'What about days like today, when I'm at the salon?'

'I will go with you from now on. It can be a Saturday morning treat for us both. I get to watch you squirm under another woman's touch and you get to have some fun. Any more questions?'

I couldn't think of any other situations to question Him about for now. It sounded like it was something He had been thinking about for a while.

'Is there anything else you want to control?' I asked. I wasn't being sarky or disrespectful, I just didn't like things being sprung on me.

'Your clothing, especially your underwear. I want you to lay it out for me the night before and let me approve it, understood?'

'Yes Sir, I understand.'

'Right, well you clean up while I go get started with tonight's crises and then you should be in bed by ten. You're looking tired and you're going to have a busy day tomorrow. I'll make your list and leave it on the fridge for the morning.'

'Yes Sir.' 

I loved those words. Two simple three lettered words that made me feel more secure than I ever had in the past.

We made love that night, no bindings, no slaps or spanks, just soft slow sweet love that took the breath from me with it's intensity. He held me close, cradling me in His arms, kissing my neck, keeping me safe from the world. It always amazed how we could make love, create it with a touch, a look, a whisper. Yes, I loved the kinky stuff but I never ever wanted to lose this feeling of security.

Friday morning, my list was waiting for me on the fridge door and I looked it over while I made Sir's breakfast. It ran to two hand written pages and it told me how He wanted the whole house cleaned, starting with the kitchen and ending by changing all the bedding. I saw what He'd meant yesterday by me having a busy day. It would take me all day to complete these chores but it showed me how much He trusted me to make His home beautiful for His friends the next day. Once He had left for work I got to work. The house was tidy already which helped so I only had to clean it. I did the breakfast dishes and wiped off the worktops, then mopped the tiled floor. I dusted all the rooms and hoovered everywhere there was carpet and that took me til lunchtime. I wasn't used to doing all this housework. Mother either did it herself or had her cleaners do it and I found it was actually quite soothing. I liked making Sir's home nice for Him. I suppose it was my home too now, but that was an idea that still needed some thinking about. I guess I was waiting for something to go wrong, like it usually did and then I could see if I really fitted in here. We hadn't had a proper argument yet, other than me getting a bit upset about Him testing me with Master and Suzi. I didn't want to think about things going wrong though, not when I had so much other stuff to freak out over with this party at the weekend. I knew that Sir would protect and guide me as much as He could and He had said that my lead wouldn't leave His hand; that didn't stop me worrying about everything though. In the end I decided that I would leave it all up to Him, He was the boss in this relationship and I had to let Him lead me wherever we were going. 

That night, when He came home and found the house beautiful, ready for the party, He was so pleased with me. I showed Him everything I had done, pulling Him around the house by His hand and wiggling whenever He praised me. We went back through to the kitchen and I was finishing off His dinner when He presented me with a little black box, tied up in cream silk ribbon. I wiped my hands off on my jeans as I still hadn't had time to change and opened it carefully. Inside was a black leather dog collar with a silver tag engraved with His name on one side. 

'This is for you, my pet. I want you to wear it from now on. The only time you can take it off is when you are going out the house without me and then I will include the permission to do so on your list, understood?'

'Yes Sir I understand. Thank you for this, it is beautiful.'

'That's fine pet. You'll need to take care of it. I got you some leather oil, saddle soap and sponges; you'll find them under the sink. You should use some of it now, soften up the leather so it doesn't mark your skin. I got you a matching lead too. It's alright pet, you don't need to cry.'




Liverpool Ch. 09



I was so happy that He though I was worth all this, not just the collar and lead, but everything He had done for me in the last week, in the last few months. He had given me a life line when I was drowning under Mother's rules and regulations, given me hope when I felt like giving up and now He had given me a home and a place in His world. I couldn't help but cry. He gathered me into His arms and held me gently as I cried. This whole week had been so overwhelming I couldn't take anymore. Sir was so kind, He took me through to the sitting room and sat me on His knee, letting me get all the emotions out. 

'I don't know why I cry all the time, Sir. I'm sorry, it's spoiling things and the angrier I get with myself for being like this the more I cry. Then I get scared at how angry I am and that makes me cry even more, and I don't know why!!!'

'It's easy pet. In some ways, you really are a child. You have no idea how to control your emotions because you've never been taught how to do that. From what you've told me, your Mother lashes out whenever she gets upset or angry and your Dad just hid in his shed, so you haven't ever been shown what to do when you get upset. You know you shouldn't lash out, which is admiral in it's self, but you shouldn't hide everything away until you burst, which is what you do. You bottle everything up until it overflows into tears. The big question now is, do you want to learn how not to do that?'

'I can learn how to stop feeling like this?' I sniffed and turned to look at Him with wide eyes.

'Yes, you can. Now I am not going to lie to you and tell you it's easy, but I know you are strong enough to do this with some help. Would you like some help?'

'Who from? I don't know if I can go and talk to a stranger about all this.'

'Would you consider Ross?'

'Master Ross?'

'Yes. He's a nice person, when He's not being a Master. Actually He's a nice person when He is being a Master too, I think you found Him a little scary though.'

I opened my eyes wide and nodded emphatically.

'Ross happens to be a qualified hypnotherapist and practicing psychologist as well as a lecturer. If you went to Him as a client, you wouldn't be able to play with Him when you were working with Him and anything you told Him would stay between the two of you, even from me, unless you gave Him permission to tell me. Would you think about it over the weekend? I know you're going to be busy, but a clever girl like you should be able to think when you're not running around, yes?'

'Yes Sir, I'll think about it. Oh the rice is going to be ruined!'

I jumped up off His knee and ran back through to the kitchen. The rice had boiled dry and was now stuck to the bottom of the pan in a sticky mess that smelled dreadful. I rushed round the kitchen trying to do a hundred and one things at a time and I ended up dropped the bowl with the eggs in it and smashing them all over the floor. I was screaming with frustration when Sir caught hold of me and held me still. 

'Why are you so upset?'

'Because everything is ruined and I dropped the eggs and there aren't any more so you'll have to go out and get more and you've only just got home and you shouldn't have to go out again and get more eggs coz I was stupid enough to drop them all and it's gonna take ages to cook more rice and by then the bacon's gonna to be cold and all sticky and greasy and....'

'And this is not the end of the world as you know it.' He sighed. 'Maybe I'm asking to much of you, you've done so much today, I should have thought before asking you to cook as well.'

'But it's my job, it's on the list.'

'And it is my fault for putting too much on the list. This is not because you are stupid or thick, it is because I have asked too much of you. Now, listen to me. I want you to be quiet for the rest of the day, no more questions, no more blaming yourself. If you need to speak, you will raise your right hand and wait for me to give you permission to speak. Next I want you to get the mop out of the cupboard and clean the floor up while I order some food. Once you have done that, you can clean up the kitchen and then you can eat with me. Is that clear?'

'Ye...'

'Hand!' He ordered.'

I raised my right hand as high as I could and waited for Him to give me permission. He gripped my wrist and pulled my arm down so my hand was level with my shoulders and told me,

'Raise it to there and no further. You may speak.'

'Yes Sir I understand.'

'Good girl. Go and get the mop out and get started.'

A part of me wanted to rebel and shout and stamp my feet and complain that He was bullying me, but it was a very small part and it was quickly squashed by the rest of me that found peace in having my life ordered and structured by Sir. I found it strange that I hated Mother's actions, they weren't that dissimilar to Sir's, but the huge difference was that I trusted Sir. It was the same as when He slapped or spanked me, I knew that He did this for my own good, to help me to deal with how I was feeling and it made me trust Him all the more. I cleaned up the kitchen quickly and the pizza arrived soon after I had finished. Sir called me over to the table and told me to kneel. He had oiled and soaped my new collar while I was busy and He slipped it round me neck, fastening it so it didn't choke me but at the same time it couldn't slide round. Then He handed me a plate with a couple of slices of pizza and told me I should eat it while it was hot. I started to get up but He said very firmly,

'Stay where you are pet. I want you at my feet for the rest of the night.'

And that's exactly where I stayed. When we were finished with our meal He gave me my instructions and went upstairs to His study. I joined Him soon after and curled up on the floor at His feet. That was the last thing I remembered about that day. He must have carried me through to bed because when I woke up it was morning and I could feel His body against my back, His cock nudging at my hip and His fingers on my nipples. 



Liverpool Ch. 10



I woke up that morning with Sir's hands on my body, kneading my breasts gently. I wiggled my arse against Him to let Him know I was awake. In response, His hand moved more forcefully on my breast, tugging at my nipple, while the other slithered down my belly to open my legs. I don't know why He had this power over me; I had been aware of Him for about thirty seconds but I was ready for Him. My pussy was leaking juice, making it easy for Him to circle a finger round my clit over and over again, bringing me to the brink of cuming so quickly it took my breath away. He lifted my leg up high onto His hip and said, "This is going to be tight pet," as He slid inside me.

The feeling of Him opening me up like that was incredible. I could feel every inch of Him as my pussy parted to grant Him access deep inside me. He pushed into me with one thrust, grunting with how good I felt, and I arched my back to allow Him to thrust deeper. He grabbed my hips and spun me round on to my back, still with His cock buried in my pussy. He leaned over and kissed my mouth, parting my lips with His tongue. He trailed kisses down my chin and neck, little nibbling kisses that I knew would leave marks the rest of the day, marks of ownership for the party tonight. He kissed all over my breasts the same way and all the time His cock was driving in and out of me, with one leg thrown between my legs that I could press down onto my clit. Over and over again I came, shuddering and whimpering, unable to do more than that. No one had ever made me feel so helpless during sex, totally surrendered to the experience alone, all other thoughts driven from my head. I could feel Him growing inside me as He nuzzled at my ear and whispered, 

"You ready for me pet? Humm? You ready to feel me cum inside that tight little pussy of mine?"

I had forgotten what He had told me about my pussy belonging to Him. Now it was 'His pussy, His clit, His breasts,' there to use whenever He wished. The buzz of that remembered knowledge gave me hit me so hard that I nearly came from it alone.

"Yes Sir! Oh God, yes, please Sir!"

"You ready pet, coz here it comes -- oh yes, oh fuck yes!" 

He groaned in my ear, pressing down hard on my belly just above His pussy so I could feel every little twitch of His cock as it flooded inside me. I called out to Him and shuddered again, digging my nails into His arse cheeks to hold Him inside me for as long as possible. I clenched my muscles around His cock, squeezing it as hard as I could to milk every drop of cum from Him. I wanted it all inside me, to feel it trickle out of me throughout the day, a constant reminder of Him. I felt Him start to move against me again. I flung my head round and asked Him, "Again? Already?"

"Oh yes pet, again already."

"Ok you are officially incredible," I told Him with a giggle.

"You ain't seen nothing yet. Get on your knees wench."

He pushed me over and knelt behind me, slapping my arse. He began with soft slow strokes that ended with Him grinding hard against me, His hands digging into my hips to hold me still. He leaned forwards and said, "Give me your hands, pet."

I had to wiggle a bit but I managed to fold both hands across my back for Him to grip. He used them to lift my shoulders off the bed and to hold me still at the same time. He sped up, pounding into me, fucking me hard, each thrust smacking into me, making me cry out with how good it felt. I could feel the sweat between our bodies trickling down the backs of my thighs, and I could hear the squishy sound that His sopping wet pussy was making with each plunge inside me. He got faster and faster, and I was squeaking now. I was going to have fun walking today at this rate but I didn't care. I loved this, being right royally fucked like this was fantastic. He put both of my wrists into one of His big hands and dug the other one into my shoulder, pulling me back towards Him, trying to get deeper. I could feel Him pushing up at my womb anyway, there was no way He could have gotten deeper, but I wanted Him deeper, wanted to feel Him in my belly. I loved this feeling of being used like this, letting Him use my body to make Him feel good. He rumbled to me, telling me how good I felt and came, still pulling me back. Releasing my wrists, He fell forward and wrapped His arms round my body and pulled me down to curl up inside them, kissing the back of my neck and breathing hard. I snuggled as close to Him as I could.

"I do love you pet," He whispered to me.

"Really, Sir?"

"Oh, God, yes, especially first thing in the morning. And last thing at night. And at any point during the day. Or night, for that matter. You're always ready for me, I never have to do any work."

I was about ready to slap His belly when I caught the teasing note in His voice. 

"And the way you suck my cock, if they ever did an oral sex degree, you could teach it."

I shrugged and giggled at Him. "What can I say, I'm naturally gifted."

"Then get your naturally gifted mouth round my cock and clean me off."

"Aww, do I have to Sir?"

"Yes, you do. Why wouldn't you want to?"

"Coz I like feeling you inside my pussy more than my mouth."

"Sorry, whose pussy?"

"Your pussy, Sir. I like feeling you inside your pussy more than in my mouth."

"Tough titties, bitch. Mouth, cock, NOW!"

"Yes, Sir."

I rolled over and gave Him a smart salute before wiggling off His cock and moving down the bed. He tasted so nice and I licked and sucked until He was all clean again, (and, to my disbelief), hard again. I pushed myself up on to my elbows and looked at Him. "Have you got blue pills in your drawer there?"

"Nope, it's all me." He sat up a bit and looked very smug with Himself. I sat up and crossed my legs in front of me and pleaded with Him.

"Sir, I'm going to be walking like John Wayne all day as it is."

"You don't need your mouth to walk do you?"

"Nope."

"Then carry on wench," He told me with a wave of His hand. 

I settled back on the bed, resting my head on His belly. I sucked gently, not doing anything special, just softly working my mouth around His cock. He soothed His hands over my hair, guiding my movements. This was always a special thing for me, to serve Sir like this, to give Him pleasure. It was almost hypnotic. Every part of my body and mind was focused on Him and it came as a bit of a surprise when He pushed down on my head and quietly came in my mouth. I swallowed it down; it tasted kind of bitter, but there was no way I would spit it out. I finished off licking up and down the shaft of His cock to clean it, and then He lifted me up to kiss the top of my head. 

"Thank you for that, pet. Could you go and put the shower on for me?"

I smiled up at Him and nodded. I scooted down off the bed and ran through to the bathroom. I had learned over the last week how He liked His shower, what temperature the water should be, what soap He preferred, and how I should lay out His shaving equipment. I had a sudden and awfully nice thought. When He came through I asked Him, "Sir, may I shave you?"

He looked at me and asked why. 

"I don't know. The thought of serving you like that appeals to me. Is that alright?"

"Of course it is, pet. Let me have my shower and then you can shave me. If you do it well then it can be your job in the morning from now on. Come and let me take your collar off and then I can wash your hair for you."

I had almost forgotten about my collar. It felt so natural already, so normal to have this symbol of His ownership on me, that when He took it off me I felt strangely empty. I got in the shower stall with Him and let Him wash me. I loved feeling His hands on my body, especially if they were covered in soap or oil. They made my skin feel soft and smooth under His touch. 

I loved washing Him too. His skin was so supple and fine, like old, well cared for leather. He had a tattoo on His right shoulder of a phoenix, done in blues and golds that seemed to glow when it was wet. I washed His whole body from top to toe, and when I was finished I asked Him to sit in the chair I'd moved beside the washbasin. I remembered seeing how this was done in a movie once so I draped a hot towel over His face while I got the shaving foam and razor ready. I was a bit nervous about this now. I really didn't want to cut Him, but I told myself firmly I'd been shaving pussy for years and never cut myself very badly and that I was capable of doing this. 

I lathered up His face, trying not to suffocate Him by covering His nose or mouth in soap and started to shave Him. I smoothed the razor up His cheeks and then He told me that I was supposed shave down His face, so I started again. It was strange to be focusing on Him like this. It wasn't like when I was sucking His cock because I had to be totally aware of both His body and mine, of His face and my hands and I liked this awareness. I liked being totally absorbed in His face. I could look at it for hours -- the planes that merged into His snubby nose, then down to the laugh lines that surrounded His generous lower lip. He had quite a square chin; His jaw led up to long ears that lay flat on the sides of His head and His forehead was high and smooth. His eyes were shut, so I could see His long eyelashes, dark like His hair, sooty against His tanned skin, with little wrinkles just starting to show at the corners of His eyes. His face showed how much He loved life, how much He laughed at life and I wanted so much to share in this happy life of Sir's. 

I finished shaving Sir and put the moisturiser I used on my own body on Him. His eyes opened as I soothed the thin cream over His face and He said, "Thank you, pet. That was very well done. Looks like you have a new morning job."

I smiled at Him rather shyly. He had praised me so often over the few months I'd known Him, but I still wasn't used to being complimented or praised. 

"Right, pet -- breakfast. Lift your hair out the way for me." He buckled my collar back around my neck and I felt whole again. "Dry yourself off and I'll go put the kettle on."

He slipped His dressing gown on and I wrapped my old one round my body. I towel dried my hair so it wasn't dripping everywhere then ran down the stairs. Suzi was coming to the house early to help me get ready so she could sort it out then. Sir had made a pot of tea and got the frying pan down by the time I reached the kitchen so I knew He wanted a big breakfast. He didn't have time during the week for anything more than toast, so this was a treat for Him. He sat at the table reading His mail; when I handed Him His plate He passed me a letter addressed to me. I recognised the handwriting as Mother's but I didn't know how she'd known where I was staying now. Sir took my hand and told me to sit down.

"Your phone rang a couple of days ago when you were sleeping. It was your Mother's number so I answered it and we talked for a while. I said it would be best if she didn't call you for a while, if she had anything to say, she should write to you and you could decide if you wanted to write back. Very pig-headed woman, your Mother, so I blocked her number on your phone. You don't have to open it just now; if you want to leave it until after the party you can, but I want you to call your dad today and talk to him for a bit, tell him where you are now and how you're doing, ok?"

"You talked to Mother? Bloody Nora, I'll bet she was happy to find you answering my calls."

"She told me I had brainwashed you and practically accused me of kidnap. Strange woman. Now are you eating anything this morning?"

"Toast is fine, Sir."

"OK, well, eat up, then go call your dad. You can use the house phone in the sitting room, just leave the dishes until later."

"Yes, Sir."

I got up from the table, taking my tea with me, and sat in one of the squishy sofas in the living room with my feet curled underneath me. I knew Dad would be watching the telly so I called his home number. He seemed a bit relieved to hear my voice.

"Megan, hi, are you alright? Your Mother was on the phone to me last night saying you had been brainwashed by some guy you met on the Internet."

"Dad, I'm fine. In fact, I couldn't be happier. I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to call. I've had a bit of a busy week what with moving and all."

"I had figured you'd moved out. When did this happen?"

"On Monday. Clive asked me to move in with Him and I said yes."

"So where are you living now?"

"Liverpool, at Knowsley Park. Clive has the most gorgeous house. Dad, you should see it, it's beautiful. It's got all these trees around it, and it's so quiet. I don't even know where the nearest house is."

"You're only about half an hour from me now." I could hear how happy he sounded about this.

"I know, yet another benefit from moving down."

"Am I allowed to come and see you?"

"Of course, you can. Clive said if you ever wanted to visit you'd be welcome."

"Today? Could I come today?"

"We're having a party tonight, to introduce me to all His friends, so I'm gonna be really busy today, but you can come over tomorrow afternoon if you like. I'll make you dinner, roast chicken with all the trimmings?"

"Deal. I'd like to meet this Clive, see who's made my girl so happy."

"Cool, thank you Dad. So how have you been? How's work going?"

We chatted for a while longer, just catching up on everything that had happened over the last week or so, but as usual, just skirting around the difficult subjects, like Mother. I hung up knowing that I'd have to talk to him about her eventually. I decided today was not the day though, and this week was not the week. I needed more time to think about her behaviour and how it had affected me before I went looking for answers from him, if he had them. Right now I just wanted to be excited about the party. 

I realised I was sitting there thinking, playing with the tag on my collar. I stood up and looked in the mirror above the fireplace, twisting my hair up to see how I looked with it on. The black leather seemed so dark against my pale skin and the silver tag and buckle caught the sunlight playing through the trees outside the window. I liked how I looked, standing there with my tatty old dressing gown half open and my collar telling me I was owned; I felt wanton and sexy and secure.

I wandered back into the kitchen. Sir had left His plate by the sink for me to wash and I could hear Him upstairs talking on the phone. I did the dishes quickly, I had this washing up thing down to a fine art by now and I went upstairs to see what Sir wanted from me next. He was in His office, talking to Ross about the party tonight. He waved me over when He saw me and I walked over and knelt beside Him, resting my head on His knee, listening as He planned who was coming, who was staying the night, who was going home. He was dressed already and He looked down at me, plucking at my dressing gown before mouthing, "Get dressed" and pointing at the door. I nodded silently at Him then went next door to find my clothes for the day laid out ready for me. I was stepping into one of my new lacy thongs when I heard Sir in the doorway behind me. 

"Are you ready yet, pet?"

"Nearly, Sir. Are we going somewhere?"

"Yeah, we need to get stuff for tonight. What was your Dad saying?"

"He was quite relieved to hear I was OK. Mother had been filling his head with nonsense. Stupid thing is, he knows how she exaggerates things but he still falls for it. He wanted to come over today to check on me, I said I was busy but he could come over tomorrow afternoon for dinner, if that's ok?"

"Yeah that's fine. I'd like to meet him, let him see I don't have two heads after all."

"Thank you, Sir. Right, I'm ready."

"Have you done your morning chores?"

"I did the dishes. I'll have a quick tidy and hoover after lunch, that way I can keep busy before Suzi comes round."

He pulled me close to His body and said softly, "Are you nervous?"

"Nervous? Me? No, I'm bloody terrified!" I took a deep breath and looked Him in the eye. "But I'll be OK, Sir, I promise."

"Good girl, I know you will. You're braver than you think."

"No, I'm just a brilliant actress. I can act braver than I know I am."

"I don't want you faking tonight. If you really can't do something, then tell me. You have your safe words don't you?"

"Yes Sir: yellow for not liking this much, red for get me the hell out of here," I said with a silly grin, trying not to shake too badly at the thought of the party.

"Good girl, and you can use them at any time. You and Suzi are going to be upstairs until everyone has arrived, then I'll come up and get you. Right, if we don't get going soon the shops are going to be heaving. Let's go."

I followed Him down to the back door where He stopped and told me to lift my hair. He took my collar off and I got the empty feeling again. He hung it up on the hook He picked His keys up from and we walked out to His car. We drove along singing along to the CD He had playing -- well, He sang. I sat with my hand on His knee and listened to Him, joining in when I knew the words. When we got into town I couldn't believe how busy it was. Everywhere I looked there were people. I had thought it had been bad during the week when I came in with Suzi, but that was nothing to how it was now. I stuck close to Sir as He weaved in and out of the human traffic, moving easily through the crowds. 

We went to a little wine shop first, where Sir was on a first name basis with the owner, Scott. He introduced me as His girlfriend and, while He was busy trying out some new bottle the owner had got in, I wondered what I could call Sir. 'Boyfriend' didn't seem to fit; He wasn't a boy by any stretch of the imagination. 'Fella' was too flighty, too silly; 'Man' was too impersonal, like "This is my Man, and this is my dog." 'Lover' was too personal though, like TMI already! And I couldn't call Him 'Sir' when there were strangers around. It was something I was going to have to ask Him when we got a minute, though God only knew when that would be this weekend. I was wandering around the shop, looking at the different bottles from all over the world, from Germany to Australia and back via Chile. 

Eventually Sir reappeared, putting in His order with Scott. "So I want the three bottles of the '96 Rioja Gran Reserva, those four bottles of the '98 Reserva I picked out before, the four of the '06 Pinot Grigio and, pet, what do you like to drink?"

I stared at Him, slightly puzzled. I'd never had much wine to drink before; as far as I knew it came in red, white or pink, usually in a twist top bottle coz I couldn't be arsed with a corkscrew. I shrugged and said, "Pink?"

"OK, a bottle of the '06 Sauvignon rosé as well then, please. Can you deliver them this afternoon?"

"Clive, you could have given me a little more notice."

"I know, but I didn't know who was coming until this morning, and I didn't know you had any of the Gran Reserva in. Come on, Scott, how many times have I done this to you before?"

"Umm let me think -- just about every time you have a party, you come in here at the last minute, and clean me out of all my good stuff."

"Which is why you charge me extra for the delivery," Sir said with a grin.

"True," Scott grinned back at Him. "Ok, fine. I'll have it there by three, OK?"

"Cool, thanks, Scott. See you later."

Sir led me out of the shop and back into the maddening crowds. We went to the supermarket next to buy food for the weekend, both for the party and for Dad's visit. Here I was given the trolley to follow Sir and His list around the shelves. I think it was our mutual love of lists that drew us together in the first place. I got a buzz out of completing the tasks set out for me; for Sir it was the best way to keep His busy life in order. We got round the shop and out again as quickly as we could. Crowds freaked me out, all the people pushing in around me made me feel very claustrophobic and panicky. I ended up clinging to Sir's top, holding on to Him as tightly as I could as He took me back to the car. Once I was inside somewhere quiet I was fine, I felt like I could breathe again, and the panic faded away. By the time we were on our way back home, I felt normal.




Liverpool Ch. 10



I looked over at Sir to apologise. "What have I told you about apologising for things that aren't your fault?" He asked as I opened my mouth.

"Umm, that I wasn't to. Sorry Sir."

His lips twitched a little, but He said, "I will let you get away with that one, that was justified by you forgetting, but any more and I'll take away your voice for the night."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

This was becoming His favourite trick with me. Without my voice to blabber on and on and on, driving myself into a dither, I had to be silent for the rest of the day and raise my hand if I had something important to tell Sir. I didn't want to lose my voice for the party, although it was going to be difficult for me to speak anyway. I found lots of new people a challenge; add into the mix D/s play and I would be lucky if I could say, 'Hallo,' to Master and Suzi. I looked at the time on the dashboard; Sir caught me and said, "We have plenty of time. Suzi and Ross are coming round at four, and no one else is coming until after eight. While you're waiting, there are some things I need to go over with you, and then you can have a last tidy round until they show up, OK?"

"Yes, Sir."

We soon pulled up outside the house and Sir carried the heavy shopping in for me. As soon as He had plonked it down on the kitchen table, He took my collar off the hook, and fastened it back round my neck. I wiggled against Him; my hands were full, but I wanted Him to know how much I loved my collar, how good it made me feel. I rubbed my face on His chest, and reached up on my toes to kiss His neck. He patted my head and told me to make Him something to eat, before heading out into the garden. I put everything away; Sir had labelled the cupboards earlier in the week, but I didn't need that now. I could be a fast learner at times, with practical stuff, anyway. It was this mental stuff I seemed to be taking forever to master. I made Sir's lunch and took it out to Him. He was just about to start cutting the grass when I presented Him with a plate of sandwiches and a cup of tea. He told me to sit down on the grass beside Him while He ate. 

"I wanted to talk to you about your collar. I take it from your reaction before in the kitchen that you like wearing it. Can you tell me why?"

I thought for a bit about it, but I wasn't able to say why it felt good, I just knew it did. I looked up at Him and said, "Nope."

"'Nope,' you can't? Or, 'Nope,' you won't?"

"Nope, I can't tell you why. All I know is, when you take it off, I -- and this is going to sound silly -- I feel sort of empty, like part of me has been taken away. I only get it back when the collar goes back on. Does that make any sense?"

"It does. I would only worry that you thought you were less of a submissive if you didn't have a collar on. Its only there as a reminder to you, nothing more at the minute."

"What else could it be?"

"Some people see a collar like they do a wedding ring, it's a symbol of commitment by the Master or Dom to his sub that says, 'I will look after you forever.' Don't panic just yet," He laughed as He saw the look on my face. "If I was going to collar you like that, I'd do it so you would be able to wear it wherever we went, and it would be permanent."

"It's not that I don't love you, Sir, coz I do, I really do. But I haven't even met your family yet." I stopped when I saw He had a funny look on His face. "What?"

"You know that's the first time you've told me you love me?"

"Oh, is it?" I didn't know what to say to that.

"Yes. And do you know what?"

"What?"

"I love you too, my sweet little pet, I really do."

I blushed and rolled my eyes at Him, trying not to cry, AGAIN!

"Didn't you believe me this morning?"

"Guys have tended to say those three little words during sex to me before, and then forget about them once I'm out of their beds."

"Pet," He took hold of my hands and made me look Him in the eye. "I will never say anything to you I don't mean absolutely one hundred per cent. You are one of the most precious people I have ever had the privilege to meet, and if it is within my power, I will never let anything bad happen to you, OK?"

"OK, Sir."

"Good girl. Now, about tonight, I want you to wear your new cream basque and shorts."

"Which ones?"

"The ones with the pink roses on them."

"Oh, you mean the ivory set. OK, then Sir. The boots too?"

"What's the difference?" He asked, slightly confused.

"Between cream and ivory? Well, ivory is almost white, but not as a pure, cream has a lot more yellow in it," I said explaining it patiently. Straight men just can't get the hang of colours.

"Fine, whatever. No boots though, you won't need them. You'll be on your knees most of the night, and they'll just get in the way. I want your hair plaited up out the way, two of those posh plaits down the side of your head, then caught together at the back of your head. Nails should be painted the same colour on both fingers and toes; make-up should be bare minimal. I don't want a whole load of gunk on your face, and no hiding the freckles on your shoulders -- they're cute."

"Yes, Sir. I'll get Suzi to help me with all that."

"Good. Now, behaviour. I know I said this before, but I want you upstairs with Suzi until half-eight. You should be on the landing where you can see people arriving so Suzi can point out who's who. When Ross and I come up to get you, I'll clip your lead on and I want you to stay by my knee for the night unless I tell you otherwise. I'm not going to let you play with anyone but me tonight, and even then it won't be a big deal. Break you in gently as it were."

"What about Suzi, am I not allowed to play with her?"

"Suzi is going to be busy, you can watch her if you like and I don't need you for anything, OK?"

"OK, Sir. Thank you."

"You feeling better now?"

"Yeah, terror level has dropped from twenty to ten."

"When it gets to five, tell me -- see if we can't find a way to boost it back up again. Right, go on, get your lunch and get tidying. Suzi'll be here in a couple of hours."

I kissed Him and jumped up, taking His dishes into the house with me. I spent the rest of the afternoon making Sir's house as beautiful as I could, dusting the books in the sitting room once Scott had come round with the drinks for tonight. I had just finished everything, and was making more tea for Sir, when I heard Ross's car on the gravel outside. Suzi was here, and that meant it was time to get ready. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves; it was going to take more than air to help today.



Liverpool Ch. 11



A huge thank you to my editor sdbnnc for all her help and encouragement over the last two chapters. Thank you also for all the people who have given me so many nice comments, I'm glad you're all are enjoying my story. And now on with the fun.

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Suzi came bouncing into the kitchen with a big smile on her face. I looked up and said, "Did you hear me putting the kettle on?"

"Of course, why else would I be here? Certainly not to get you ready for your first party. Are you excited?"

"Does wanting to throw up then run away count as excitement?"

"Yes, I had to get dragged to my first party; nerves are allowed. What you have to ask yourself is this, what's more frightening, going to a party or letting down Sir?"

"That's easy; I could never let Him down. I told Him I loved Him today."

I don't know if she understood the significance of those three little words to me, she grinned and threw her arms round my shoulders and giggled, "So, you shall go to the ball. Right; has Clive said how He wants you to look tonight?"

I went over what Sir had told me with her as we put her stuff away in the room Sir had said was to be Master Ross's. The house had four other bedrooms as well as Sir's, and they were all going to be used tonight. Sir appeared from downstairs to tell us who would be sleeping where, and what each person or couple needed. Once we had everything sorted out, He took my collar off and Suzi pushed me into the shower, by myself this time. 

I used my special soft creamy soap that made my skin feel like silk. It was horrendously expensive, so I saved it for special occasions when I want to feel extra sexy. I was still really smooth from where I'd been waxed, and I felt good, so confident and sexy, though this might have had something to do with the large glass of wine I had thrust into my hand the minute I was out of the shower; whatever it was, it worked. 

I sat in front of the mirror listening to a Carol King CD I had discovered in Sir's collection, sipping my wine and waiting for Suzi to come and do my hair and make up. I'd nicked Sir's dressing gown again. I was always nicking His clothes, especially His shirts; I'd wear them the day after He had so they still smelt of Him before they went in the wash. Suzi found me daydreaming about Sir, and started combing my wet hair out. As long as I was talking to her, I didn't have time to feel nervous and the wine was definitely kicking in now. I could feel my belly start to heat up, and my pussy was turning to liquid. Suzi deftly French-plaited my hair down the sides of my head, catching most of the stray little hairs there, and showing off the curve of my neck and shoulders. She dusted my face and body with pale powder, drew perfect milk chocolate coloured lines around my eyes, making me look wide-eyed and innocent. My face was almost completely healed, only a tiny pink line was left from where it had been split open and that was soon covered by the make-up. The palest pink lip-gloss completed my transformation from the slightly clunky me to a little fairy. I was a bit stunned I could look this good, I was scared to move in case I frightened my reflection away, and I would be left looking like I normally did, awkward and clumsy. 

Suzi disappeared off to get in the shower, and Sir came back with my collar. He kissed the top of my head as He buckled it snugly around my neck. I pulled it round so the tag lay flat in the little hollow where my collarbones met. I looked at His reflection as He stood behind me smiling. "What?" I asked Him.

"I just love how innocent you look right now. No one would ever guess what a hot little slut you really are."

The name He called me took my breath, not with horror as it had in the past but with lust. I was a slut, yes, but I was His slut. It was that distinction that took away all the shame of the word, and I could revel in the hot feelings that flooded my body. I leaned back against His body as His hands stroked down over my shoulders underneath the dressing gown in search of my breasts. He found my nipples and began pulling on them, gently at first, then with more force. Soon I was squirming on the stool, my hips moving of their own accord. His hard cock was digging into my shoulder blades, and I wanted to please Him so badly. I twisted round and started playing with Him through His jeans. Looking up I opened my eyes wide and asked, "May I play Sir? Please?"

He moved back a little, just out of reach and shook His head with a rueful smile. "Not right now, pet. You'll have plenty of opportunity later on to play and please me. Go and help Suzi get ready while I go sort out the last of the food."

He turned and left quickly as I got up, and went in search of Suzi. She was just out the shower, drying her hair in front of the mirror in her room. Her clothes for the night were laid out on the bed, a tight little brown suede skirt that would barely cover her arse if she knelt, and a green ribbed jumper that opened up down to her belly button. It could be laced up quite tightly but I guessed it would be as open as it could be tonight. As per usual there wasn't any underwear to been seen. I helped to plait her hair so it hung down her back in a single thick rope and flicked bronzing powder over her whole body. Suzi used it cleverly to boost the size of her breasts by darkening underneath and around them, making them stand out. She had me do the same with her arse cheeks and on either side of her pussy. She wriggled into her outfit before handing me her nail varnish to do her toes. 

We sat on the floor of her room, sharing the bottle of rosé and getting a little giggly. Suzi had her foot resting on my thighs so I could paint her toenails but I was finding it a little tricky to concentrate. From where I sat I could see right up her skirt to her pussy, and every time she moved it would open up to reveal how wet and shiny she was. As well as that I was sure she was pushing her foot down between my thighs, trying to get her heel on my groin, and I was still horny from Sir's actions before. I opened my thighs ever so slightly and felt her foot slip down. I closed my legs around it, holding it still, savouring the cool flesh on my hot pussy. Once I was finished with painting her toenails, I bent over to blow on her them. She curled her foot round, pressing more firmly in to me. 

"We are going to get in to trouble if we carry on," I said with regret. 

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, but I want to play tonight, and if we get caught we'll get banned."

"Sweetie, sometimes you are far too sensible, but you're right, we'll save it for later. Come on then, let's get you dressed."

We wandered back across the hall to Sir's room where my "outfit" was waiting for me. It couldn't really be counted as clothes: the basque was strapless, and the shorts were so tight they left nothing to the imagination. Suzi undid the countless hooks that closed the top and held it out for me. I stripped off Sir's dressing gown and let her truss me up. My breasts were pushed up and in; there was a serious danger of them popping out when I bent forwards. The nice thing about being halfway to drunk and about to attend my first sex party was that this didn't bother me really -- nowhere near as much as it would have if I was going out on the town. I pulled the shorts on and tucked them underneath the bottom of the basque, then looked at myself in the mirror. A few hairs had escaped the plaits already, but instead of making me look messy, I looked even more elfin like. 

The doorbell rang, making me jump. Suzi took my arm and led me out onto the landing, switching off the lights so we couldn't be seen. A tall lady was standing in the doorway with two people behind her. As she entered, I could see she was dressed in a tight red dress that flowed over her hips and stopped just above her knees. The couple behind her, a young man and woman, were both wearing long smart trench coats. When the tall lady clicked her fingers, they took their coats off and hung them up. The young man was dressed in tight black jeans and a black jumper; the lass was wearing the same dress as the tall lady, only hers was white. Suzi told me who they were as they disappeared into the sitting room.

"The tall lady in the red dress, that's Tasmin; she's brought two of Michael's subs, Lilly and Peter. They were a couple before Lilly met Michael, and they very nearly split up until Peter discovered he loved being ordered around as much as Lilly does. Two subs alone together does not make for a happy relationship. Now Tasmin is a switch, there isn't a particular gender she'll submit to or Dominate, but as a sub she needs very firmly squashed and most Tops can't handle her. As a Domme, she's really learning a lot and Master says it probably won't be long before she's ready to have her own place."

"So what should I call everyone if I speak to them?"

"For a basic rule, use a sub's name. For a Dom, you don't know, call him 'Sir.' If you know the Dom, use the name you have been told to use. Dommes are a little tricky 'coz there are so many words to use. See, Tasmin hates being called 'Ma'am,' she says it makes her sound like the Queen; so you should call her 'My Lady.' I knew one Domme who would only answer to 'Duchess,' but then she was awfully stuck up. And here's Michael and Mia."

Michael was the same height as Ross, though about half the width. He was wearing a smart suit, and leading a lass my age by a collar. She had long brown hair, and a tiny little light blue dress covering her tiny little body. 

"The lass who was over in America?"

"Yep, Mia is probably even shyer than you, though she's better than she used to be. She never would have gone to a party a year ago. Michael is a saint though. He's been so patient with her and she's getting there, which is good news for us 'coz once she lets go she can be so wild. Master and I went to dinner at their house once, and she ended up lying in the middle of the table with the three of us playing with her."

Sir was out in the hall greeting everyone as they came in. He kept glancing up to see us; we must have looked like a couple of monkeys with our faces peering through the bars of the banisters. There was knock at the door, and Sir opened it to reveal another couple; this time the lady was leading a man through the door. As Sir took their coats and the man's shoes, I could see he was wearing nothing but a pair of white y-fronts.

"That's Sean," Suzi whispered. "And his Mistress, Alice. They're the ones getting married."

Alice was wearing a fitted black trouser suit, and a pair of gorgeous shoe boots with five-inch stiletto heels. She told Sean to kneel, and kissed Sir on the cheek. They stood and chatted for a few minutes, both ignoring Sean, who knelt behind Alice with his head down. When Alice tugged on his lead, he followed Her on his knees into the sitting room. I found it strange to watch a man behaving like that. I'd always thought of men as the dominant ones, and that any man who submitted was strange. But seeing how happy Sean was -- and he did seem happy -- made me realise there was a lot about this world I still had to learn. 

Charlie turned up soon afterwards with his arm around one of his boys. He stood in the hallway while Sir took his coat, and looked straight up at me, waggling his fingers at me to say hello before steering his date for the evening in to the sitting room.

"I didn't know Charlie was a Dom."

"Oh, he's not. He's not a sub either. Charlie's basic philosophy on life is never judge, always enjoy. And if he can get free wine, free food and entertainment for the evening he'll be there. He and his boys live above the shop, and when they're not working, they're usually playing. I sometimes think he would have been more suited to the Woodstock era, all that free love and peace."

"I can just see him with long hair and a headband," I said, collapsing into a fit of giggles. It was the thought of neat and tidy Charlie looking like a hippy, and Suzi must have got the same image 'coz she ended up leaning against me, trying to smother her laughter. Sir came out to answer the door again, and He frowned at us snorting with laughter, so we tried to pull ourselves together as He opened the front door again. A man and a woman stood there and it was tricky for me to work out who was the Dominate of them at first. Then the woman took her partner's coat and hung it up before returning to stand just slightly behind him.

"That's Mr. Smith and Karen," Suzi said once she had herself under control. "They've been together for about ten years. Master and Mr. Smith met when they were at uni together in the seventies, and Karen's kinda the agony aunt for us subs. If we have a problem, we go to her and she always has a solution. Mr. Smith lived over in the U.S. for a few years, and that's when He met her in a S&M club in San Francisco. It was love at first sight, and He brought her back when He got a new job in Wales. That should be everyone now. We'd better get you ready for your entrance."

She led me back in to Sir's room and checked me over, making sure I was secure in the basque, powdering over the shine in my forehead with one last sweep of the brush. Carol King was singing "Where you lead'' from the speakers when Sir came in with my lead in His hand. Suzi gave me a hug and left to find Ross. Sir told me to kneel in front of Him; from my position He looked huge. He was wearing dark blue pinstriped suit trousers and His favourite grey shirt and He seemed to tower above me, making me feel very small and insignificant and yet completely safe. He clipped the lead on my collar and pulled me into position by His left knee.

"This is where you should be for the night, unless I ask you to get something for me, got it?"

I swallowed and nodded, I didn't trust my voice not to break and betray my terror. I didn't look up at all as He led me out of the safety of His room. It was tricky going down the stairs on my hands and knees, but concentrating on that meant I didn't have to think about what was waiting for me at the bottom. We reached the hall, the flooring changing from carpet to wide oak boards. Sir's shoes clicked loudly in my ears as I watched them out of the corner of my eye, matching my pace to Him. He walked over to the sitting room and I heard murmuring voices on the other side of the door that blossomed into conversation as Sir led me in and onto carpet again. He moved over to the group that stood by the drinks area, and I heard Charlie's voice giggling over something Suzi had said. Sir stopped and told me to sit before introducing me to one of the suited legs in front of me.

"This is my new pet, Megan. Pet, this is Mr Smith."

He crouched down and took hold of my chin, lifting my head to meet His eyes. "Hello, little one. How are you tonight?"

"I'm good, thank you, Sir."

"I haven't quite been knighted yet; Mr Smith is fine. This is Karen," He pulled her towards me. "Karen, this is Clive's new pet. Megan."

"Hi, there honey." Her voice was soft with a strong American twang. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"'Yes, thank you." I was shaking a bit at all the attention. Sir looked down at me, and asked me to get Him a glass of wine. I crawled over to the table, and poured Him a glass. Crawling back without spilling it was tricky, but I handed it to Him without a drop reaching the carpet. 

"That was gracefully done." I glanced up quickly to see Alice smiling at me. 

"Thank you, Mistress."

"You have her very well-trained, Clive. I don't think I've ever met such a polite novice."

"It's part of who she is.' He stroked my hair as I knelt beside Him. I was getting more comfortable now, being with all these people who were like me. Sean was kneeling behind Alice, and he looked over at me and smiled. He put a finger on the back of his Mistress's knee and waited until she looked at him.

"Yes?"

"Mistress, permission to speak to Megan?"

"Granted." She said, smiling at us both, then turning Her attention back to Sir and Mr. Smith.

"So, how are you enjoying your first party?"

"It's good, thanks. A bit scary at first, but it's ok now."

"I can understand that. We're all the same here though so there's nothing to be scared of really."

"Until this week, I'd never been naked in front of more than one person at a time, and I'd certainly never been in front of more than one person wearing nothing but this," I replied pointing at my "outfit."

"If you did the same thing every day though, it'd get boring and I'm wearing less then you," he pointed out with pride.

"Have you been to many parties like this before?"

"'Bachelor parties, you mean, or play parties?"

"Play parties. Sorry, I forgot this is your, what, stag party?"

"It's Mistress Alice's party, and, yes, we've been to quite a few play parties," he looked up at the clock. "We'll be going through to dinner soon. Did Suzi explain to you how everything works?"

"Kinda; we're serving the food. Do we stay with our Masters while they eat?"

"No, we'll go back into the kitchen and eat there."

A little bell rang in the dining room, and we moved the party through there. Those of us that were on our knees were given permission to stand, and told to bring out the food. Sir had hired a cook for the evening, a friend who understood His lifestyle but who had no wish to join in. She had put all the food out ready for us to serve. As soon as we each had a plate (Suzi and I carrying extra ones for Charlie and his friend Sam), we walked out in single file, and served each Master or Mistress quickly and quietly before leaving them in peace. If they needed anything they would ring for us, so we were able to gather round the kitchen table and gossip. Sean and Suzi introduced me to the others, and then started questioning Mia about her time in the States. She answered everything in a quiet voice. She didn't really look at any of us, keeping her head down as she ate, though as she drained her wine glass she relaxed a little. 

She was very pretty, her eyes were the colour of milky coffee, her skin was a little lighter and closer up her figure was a beautiful hourglass with full breasts and hips. Peter and Lilly kept to themselves, curled round each other, constantly touching an arm or a hip as they squabbled over the food. Karen watched over us, making sure we had enough to eat and drink, or stopping us teasing Sean too much. When he brought over extra rice, I asked him why he put up with it.

"They don't mean any harm by it, if they did Karen wouldn't let it continue."

"Can I ask you a question? It's kinda personal though."

"Fire away."

"Why are you a sub?"

"Why are you one?" he answered.

"I don't really know, it just feels right I guess."

"There's your answer then. It feels right to me to be like this, to act in this way. Most of the time, I have to make the decisions when I'm at work, but it's not something I particularly enjoy. Being Mistress Alice's submissive means I don't have to act any more; I can be myself. And that's worth a lot to me. When we met, She told me She preferred to be the one in control and something inside me just sighed with relief. That was two years ago and I can't believe I'm getting married in three days time. Oh there's the bell, can you grab the glasses while I get the brandy?"

I smiled and nodded at him. He seemed so excited about his life that it was infectious. I followed him back into the dining room with the eight balloon glasses arranged on a tray, and Karen came in from the sitting room with a box Mr. Smith had brought with Him. Mia and Lilly carried in two big bowls of fresh fruit while Peter had plates to put it on. We set everything down, and cleared the table of the first course, leaving Karen standing behind Mr. Smith. He told her to open it, and hand out the contents.




Liverpool Ch. 11



"These were sent over from a friend of mine in Miami," He said as Karen gave each person at the table a half-inch thick cigar. Only Tazmin declined, lighting a menthol cigarette instead. I came back in, and knelt to the side of Sir. The other subs at the party resumed their positions near their Dominants. Alice told Sean to fetch her bag from the hall as she lit her cigar with a lighter from the table. When he brought it back, she opened it and took out a chain dog lead with a leather handle. Attaching it to his collar, she told him to kneel at her feet. 

"You have been such a good boy tonight we've all decided that you should have a treat. You and I are going to have a little fun in the sitting room. Anyone else who wishes to join in is free to do so."

She stood and walked away with him. After a few minutes to let them get ready, we all joined them. Sir had clipped my lead back on me, and I crawled along at His knee. Most of the lamps had been turned off so that the room was illuminated by flickering fire light from the open hearth. Sean was crouched down and I could see he was totally naked. He had a good tan with no lines, and his arse muscles were strong and tensed. 

Alice had shed Her jacket and trousers, showing off her fabulous figure in a black body suit that totally exposed Her high tight breasts, and swooped down to open between Her long muscular legs. She balanced easily in Her shoe boots. Her long blonde hair had been tied in a ponytail on top of her head; She looked like an Amazonian warrior, and I whimpered quietly with lust for Her. Sir heard me, and looked down with a smile.

"I'll ask if you can play with Her later, if you like?"

I looked up and bit my lip. I was a bit embarrassed at attracting attention to myself over wanting Her, but, God, She was amazing. I nodded my head, and Sir led me over to one of the sofas. He sat down, and told me to sit at His feet and watch for a while. Alice waited while everyone arranged themselves, and then without a word drew Sean closer to Her body. She opened Her legs, and pushed his face between them. As his tongue got to work on Her, She lifted Her head and spoke to the group. 

"Anyone here who wishes to fuck my boy tonight is free to do so. You can choose whichever hole you wish. Ladies, if you wish to use his mouth or his cock you may. He is here for your pleasure."

Sam, Charlie's friend, got up first and undressed quickly. He was already hard, by no means huge but big enough for Sean to grunt as he felt him lining up at his arsehole. Sam reached for the oil that had been left warming by the fire in a china bowl, and dribbled a generous amount over both his cock and Sean's arse. Once he was happy, he knelt behind Sean and began pushing inside. Alice was stroking Sean's head and encouraging him to lick harder at Her pussy. As Sam pushed all the way in, Sean thrust his face into her crotch, and Alice trembled and came on his face, leaving it shiny with Her juices. Mr. Smith stood and walked behind Alice, unzipping His fly as He replaced Her. 

For an older guy, He was big, the same size as Master Ross. He caught hold of Sean's chin and lifted his head up, sliding His cock in his mouth. Sam was fucking Sean's arse steadily, long thrusts that drove him onto Mr. Smith's cock. Alice stood to the side, holding the lead in one hand, stroking Lilly's hair as she took her turn pleasing Alice. I had a funny feeling in my tummy, watching Sean. I had never seen a man being fucked before and I didn't know if it was the novelty of it all, but I was getting really turned on by this. I looked over my shoulder at Sir. He was watching Alice and Lilly rather than the men, and I could see the bulge in His trousers. I twisted round and caught His eye. My hand was creeping up His thigh and He smiled at me, unzipping His fly to give me access to His cock. I literally pounced on Him, pulling it out of His trousers and sucking it straight in my mouth.

"You horny little slut, would you like to cum?"

I looked up at Him and rolled my eyes, begging for His permission.

"Go on then, let it go."

I thanked Him by shuddering wildly and sucking even harder on His cock. I heard Master Ross's voice as He settled down on the sofa next to Sir. "She's enjoying herself then."

Behind me, I heard moans and groans. Sam had cum in Sean's arse as Mr. Smith had let go into his mouth. The sounds only turned me on more, I wanted fucked. Right now I didn't care who by, I just wanted a cock in my pussy. Hell, someone could shove one up my arse too. I wanted fucked so badly I couldn't stand the tension. I let Sir's cock pop out my mouth and begged Him.

"Please, Sir, please may I be fucked like that? Please?"

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes, please Sir, I'm so horny I think I'm going mad."

Sir looked up and saw Charlie watching us. He beckoned him over and whispered something to him. Charlie turned and looked at me then nodded. Sir got up and undressed quickly, as did Master Ross and Charlie. They stood me up and between them they undressed me slowly, kissing every part of my body. Once I was ready, squirming with lust and desire, Sir led me over to the fireplace. Sean was on his back with Tazmin on his face and Alice on his cock. The Ladies were slowly kissing with open mouths, hands wandering over each other's breasts. Sir lay on His back and poured a little of the oil over His cock, and then had me lie back over Him. He worked an oily finger gently inside my arse -- first one, then two -- then He placed the tip of His cock there instead. Slowly and gently, He began to press into me. Charlie knelt between my legs and began playing with my pussy. I looked up at him and frowned in confusion.

"Don't worry about it, honey," he said. "Once in a while, I help out breaking in new girls. I know how to make a pussy feel good."

I gasped as the head of Sir's cock popped inside my arse. He was stroking my shoulders and whispering in my ear. "Relax, honey. That's it, let me in -- deep breath and relax. Oh, good girl." He slid a little more inside me, just rocking His hips, pushing a little more with each movement. It took Him five minutes or so to press all the way in. Once He was there, He nodded at Charlie who took hold of my hand and wrapped it round his cock. He was really small; fully erect he was barely four inches and not much thicker than two of my fingers together. 

"That's all that's going in puss, ok?"

I nodded and smiled at him. I didn't expect to feel anything but Sir was filling me up so much from behind that Charlie's tiny cock felt quite large enough. In fact, any bigger and it would have hurt. Both men started rocking their hips, and it felt wonderful to be so full. I came almost instantly, and still they rocked. I was adding to the moaning now and Master Ross came round beside me with Alice. She watched me shaking with the waves of pleasure with a smile on Her pretty face. She waited until I had calmed slightly, then placed a leg on either side of my head and crouched down over my face. Her pussy wasn't shaved at all, the hair on either side was so fine and pale She didn't need to. She lowered it on to my open mouth, and I began licking it from hole to clit, ending by sucking Her clit into my mouth then letting it go with a tiny kiss. 

My whole body was in motion, from Sir and Charlie screwing me gently at one end to Alice riding on my face. I lost track of time. All I knew was the feelings of bliss that were sweeping through my mind and body, so that in the end there was only a warm soft fuzzy feeling wrapping around me. I barely registered it when Charlie pulled out and came on my belly. Sir told me later He'd been waiting for that before He let Himself go, and shot His cum up inside my arse. He knew how much He could grow just before He came, and He had wanted this to be as pain-free as possible. 

I felt Alice cum and Her juices flooded my mouth. I swallowed them down dreamily as She stood, and fetched a blanket from a pile I'd left there that morning. Sir lifted me off Him and sat up, wrapping me up and holding me on His lap. He thanked Alice and Charlie, and they left us in peace. I slowly came back from the warm soft golden place to find myself in His arms in front of the dying fire. 

"Hi, there little one. You back with us now?"

I snuggled in tighter to Him and nodded. 

"I'm very proud of you. You did so well tonight. You're a sleepy girl now, aren't you?"

Again I nodded, and yawned to prove Him right. 

"Ok, then bedtime. Do you need to go to the loo?"

I shrugged. I honestly didn't know, but if it meant moving and breaking this wonderful spell then I didn't want to know. I'd never felt so safe -- so warm and safe. I looked at my body and was actually surprised there wasn't golden light spilling out of me. That woke me a little more, and I looked around to see what remained of the party. Peter and Lilly were curled round each other on the sofa, playing like kittens while Tazmin and Alice talked, and Sean sat leaning against Her legs. Charlie and Sam were nowhere to be seen. Karen sat on Mr. Smith's knee, feeding Him grapes from the bowl on the table beside the other sofa. Suzi was going around the room, taking coffee to those who wanted it; Master Ross sat in the chair behind Sir. I could tell they were talking about me and for once I really didn't care. They could talk all they wanted to so long as it meant I didn't have to move. I don't know how long we sat there. In the end, though, I had to get up and go to the bathroom. 

Master Ross and Sir helped me to stand; my legs were seriously wobbly and I was still all fuzzy. Sir guided me to the toilet down the hall, and had to help me take the blanket off, turn round, push me down onto the seat. Sir even eventually had to tell me I could pee now. I had never been so helpless before, not even when I'd gotten really drunk at a friend's twenty-first birthday party and I'd ended up throwing up in the neighbour's pond. This was different though, I could remember everything that had happened and memories of it would make me gasp and shudder as my pussy clenched again. The soft fuzzy feelings were retreating slowly now, and I was able to walk back into the sitting room by myself.

Sir picked up His clothes and pulled His trousers on before sitting on the sofa at the other end from Karen and Mr. Smith. He pulled me to Him, and told me to sit at His feet while He talked to Master Ross some more. I wasn't really listening to them; I just watched the fire glowing and crackling as it ate more apple wood. Suzi came over and sat beside me, opening up the blanket and wiggling in beside me. 

"Did you have fun tonight then?"

"Yes, it was good. Did you? Sorry, I was kinda occupied."

"So I noticed. Yes, I had fun; played with Master, Mr. Smith and Karen for most of the night, I'm going to have trouble walking in the morning though."

I shifted position under the blanket and agreed with her. "I've got Dad coming round to check up on me and Sir tomorrow night as well."

"That'll be nice then. You should be in bed, sweetie," she added as I yawned again.

Sir leaned over my head and looked at me upside down.

"Come on, pet, upstairs."

He tugged on my lead, and after making sure everyone knew where they were supposed to be sleeping, led me out of the room on my hands and knees. Going up the stairs was easier than going down them, which was just was well as I don't think I could have coped otherwise. Sir led me in to bed, and unclipped my lead before curling Himself around me. We feel asleep almost instantly. The last thing I remembered was Him kissing my hair and saying, 

"I love you, my pet. Good night."



Liverpool Ch. 12



Once again, huge thank you to my editor sdbnnc, good luck with your writing hon.

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I rolled over that morning and the bed was empty. I sat up, wondering if He was in the bathroom but I couldn't hear any noise coming from in there. I looked over at His side of the bed and found a note sitting there. It said 'Good morning my sexy little slut, gone to get breakfast. X' I didn't know how long He'd been away, the sheets were cool though they still smelled of Him. I got up and wandered downstairs to put the kettle on. 

At some point the dishwasher had been loaded with last night's dishes so I didn't have any washing up to do. I didn't like using the washer, it was a bit like cheating and I didn't like how squeaky the dishes felt so mostly I did everything by hand. I looked up at the clock and saw it was just after six. No one else was awake yet, or if they were they were still in their rooms. I pushed my arms high above my head and stretched my whole body, going up onto tiptoes so I could touch the beam that ran the length of the kitchen ceiling. I was just about to relax when I heard a wolf whistle from behind me. I jumped, squealed and tried to cover myself up (I hadn't bothered to put anything on when I got up, so I was stark naked apart from my collar). As I turned round I saw Sean standing in the doorway.

"Don't scare me like that," I said, dropping my arms by my sides. I didn't mind him seeing me naked; we had gotten quite friendly over dinner last night. 

"You have a cute ass, and I meant to say last night, I love the bite lines your Sir put on your body." He remarked as he came over to see what I was doing, tracing a finger down my neck and over my chest. He pointed at the kettle and asked, "Do you think there's enough water in there for two pots? Mistress likes tea in the morning."

I shrugged and told him I could always put more water on to boil. "Do you know who put the dishes on last night? I just wanted to say thanks."

"I think it was Charlie before he went home, he's a bit of a neat freak, as Karen would say."

"That's cool. So, was last night good then?"

"It was. Mistress was very pleased with me, and it's two days and counting 'til we get married and go off on honeymoon."

"Where are you going?" I asked as I poured hot water into the teapots.

"California -- one week in Hollywood doing the touristy thing, and then a week inland, up in the mountains around Chico and Redding for a bit more peace."

"That's cool. I've never been to America before."

"I've been to New York on business a couple of times; that is one mad city."

"I can imagine. I barely cope with Liverpool on a Saturday morning; I have no idea how it would be over there."

"I stayed in Manhattan, and didn't go anywhere without someone driving me around. Here's your Sir, see you later." He'd loaded a tray with cups and the teapot, and he headed out the door with it now. I looked out the kitchen window, and saw Sir pulling up by the door. I ran over and opened it, as His hands were full.

"Where did you find that's open at this time on a Sunday morning?"

"There's a little place that opens from six 'til nine every morning. I have fresh-from-the-oven rolls and croissants that are still roasting hot, so watch your fingers. Can you put the oven on low so they stay like that for everyone else?"

I crossed the room, and did as He asked, pulling out trays to put the food on. I placed our teapot, as well as mugs, sugar and rolls on one, and carried it upstairs with Sir following me. I could feel His eyes on my bare arse, and I wiggled it more than I needed to get up each step, swaying from side to side. As soon as I had put the tray down on the dressing table, He pounced on me and I was dragged over to the bed and thrown face down onto it.

"Right, young lady, this is what you get for wiggling that delicious derrière in my direction."

I giggled and tried in vain to free my wrists from His grasp. In response Sir picked up His belt from the floor, and used it to keep my arms behind my back. Once I was secure, He attached my lead to my collar before winding that around my wrists too, pulling them up between my shoulder blades. 

"Now what are you going to do? You horny little wench, you'd have thought last night would keep you going for a week."

"Sorry, Sir -- I think my sex switch is broken. It's permanently stuck at on at the minute."

"Really?'' He raised His eyebrows at me. "And what do you expect me to do about it?"

"Anything you like, Sir. I bow to your superior judgement in these things."

"You know, if you said that without such a cheeky smile on your face, that might almost be respectable."

"It would? Oh right, would you like me to try again?"

He shook His head at me and smiled, "You used to be so shy and timid, now look at you."

"Well it's all your fault. You shouldn't have encouraged me, should you?"

"I don't know; I think I like you like this. You've got a bit of fire in you now. Come here," He said as He pulled me up and helped me to stand. I walked over to the dressing table, and sat on the floor where He told me. He poured the tea and set it down while He put butter and jam on a roll for me, then broke it up into bite sized pieces before putting the plate on the floor beside me.

"Eat your breakfast, wench."

This was a new thing for me but quite a nice one. Once again, I was naked at His feet, while He sat fully dressed above me, though this time I couldn't touch Him. I ate as quickly as I could given the circumstances; I had to arch my back to loosen the lead enough for me to bend my head down to the plate, but I finished soon after Sir had. He helped me to drink my tea, and set the cup back down. He placed His hand under my chin and drew me up for a kiss. 

"Mmmm, you taste of strawberry jam," He said with a smile.

"Sir?"

"Yes, pet?"

"I'm still horny. Sorry."

"You know what, from now on, if I hear that word without a decent explanation, you're going to stand in the corner for ten minutes, got it?"

"Which word, Sir, 'sorry' or 'horny'?"

"'Sorry.' You have got to stop apologising for living. You are allowed to feel, ok?"

"Yes, Sir, I understand," I almost carried on and apologised again but I really, really wanted Him, and punishing me would ruin His mood.

"Good girl. Come on then, back to bed, the others won't be up for a while yet so we don't have to be either."

He helped me to stand again and led me back over to the bed where once again I found myself face down on the edge of the bed. He knelt down behind me and opened my legs, giving Him full access to my pussy. He kissed all over my outer lips, soft wet little kisses that left me squirming and begging for more. Still He continued; not hurrying, just lazily running His lips and tongue over me, sometimes moving out to my thighs before moving back in again. I stopped struggling in the end and lay there, accepting His touch. He murmured "good girl" to me and stood, taking my pillow off the bed to place under my hips, allowing Him greater access. He opened my pussy totally, spreading me wide so He could lap at my clit, His thumbs stroking around my hole, dipping into the juice that ran from there, and delivering it up to my clit from Him to taste. I was shuddering under His mouth now, and I began babbling, begging Him to allow me to cum. He lifted His mouth from me and said, "No, not yet. I want you to just enjoy the sensations without worrying about cuming. Relax now and savour it," and He returned His mouth to my pussy.

I wasn't quite sure how to do that, how did I enjoy His mouth without cuming? I could feel how the sensations built up inside me and then dispersed, ebbing and flowing like a tide, and I could feel how I tensed up whenever they grew. The next time that happened, instead of pushing and attempting to cum, I tried to relax and let the feelings flow over me. Amazingly, it worked; the biggest change coming from the way the ebb didn't recede as much as it had before, and the build up was quicker. 

Sir kept the same rhythm, sucking gently on my clit and stroking His thumbs down my inner labia. Again and again, the sensations built, and again and again I let them flow over me. It was getting harder though, and I was beginning to struggle to relax enough. In the end, I couldn't hold back and I cried out as I felt my pussy spasm. I came hard, dribbling juice all over Sir's face. He stood and caressed my back, praising me.

"But I failed, Sir."

"You lasted ten minutes before then though; I didn't think you'd make it past two. You were going to cum at some point; I just wanted you to enjoy the build-up more than you normally do. And now I need to screw you, pet. Can you feel how hard you've got me?" He asked as He rubbed Himself over the back of my thighs.

"Oh, fuck!"

"Oh, I will, pet, I will." He wet the head of His cock in my juices before sliding it in me with that little pop that I never found with any other man. He took His time, letting us both feel how He opened me up. I loved sex first thing in the morning; I was always tighter then than at any other time of the day. I don't know why it was like that, but it was good. Sir began to screw me, running His hands over my back and arse, digging His fingers in just above my arse cheeks to hold me still as He speeded up. I could tell He wouldn't last long, and in a way it was lush, to know that I could bring Him to the brink so fast. He moved His grip to my hips, and He pulled me back towards Him. 

I went willingly, thrusting back and upwards with Him, making it as good as I could for Him. I was crying out again; His cock was getting bigger as my pussy was getting tighter, and it was like heaven. I heard Him groan above me, and I added my voice to the mix, the pair of us letting the world know how much we loved each other. He fell forward over my back, breathing heavily and kissing my neck, nuzzling in as we came back down to earth together. 

"Oh, Sir -- oh, thank you, Sir," I spoke first.

"You are more than welcome, my pet," He pushed Himself in deep and then withdrew, much to my groaning disappointment. "I know, pet, I know, but we have to get up and get going. Come on," He continued, slapping my arse as He stood and undid my bindings. 

I rubbed my stiff shoulders and wrists, letting the muscles move again. My arms and legs were really flexible; I was and still am double-jointed so I could flex my body into all sorts of positions. Still, they got a bit fixed when held in position for any length of time, and needed some encouragement to move as they needed to once I was released. Sir put His hand on my shoulder, and asked if I was ok. I smiled and nodded, picking pyjamas up out of my top draw so I could go down to the kitchen, and make sure that all Sir's guests had everything they needed for breakfast. I heard the shower going on, as well as giggling from the bathroom and footsteps on the wooden floor in the hall. The house was starting to wake up, and I was a little shy that other people would have heard Sir and me in bed. Suzi and Master Ross were sitting at the kitchen table along with Tazmin, all drinking tea or coffee. 

"Morning, sweetie! Have you had breakfast yet? Other than hot sex that is."

I blushed bright red at Suzi's comment, earning her a dark look from Master Ross. 

"What did I say about teasing people, Suzi?"

"That it's only fun if it's fun for everyone, Master. Sorry, Megan."

"It's ok, and, yes, we have had breakfast, though I'd kill for another cup of tea."

"Can we take it through to the sitting room, little one?" Master Ross asked.

"Of course, Master," I smiled at Him and nodded. 

We picked up our mugs, and I followed Him through to the other room, now clean and clear of last night's party.

"Sit down, Megan. Clive asked me to talk to you about maybe thinking about some counselling. How do you feel about that?"

"I don't know, Master."

"Ok, well, first of all, if I am going to work with you like that, you couldn't call me 'Master.' How does that make you feel?"

"Ummm, again, I don't know Mast...umm Ross."

"Would it help if I told you a little bit about what I do?"

"Yeah, a bit."

"What I do is clinical psychology. I look at why people act the way they do, try to find out why and what can trigger that behaviour. Once I know, I can help people learn different ways of behaving in response to those triggers. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in?"

"So I wouldn't get so angry anymore?"

"We could look at anger and why you get like that if you like. But it has to be up to you; and I should warn you now that things might get worse before they get better. However, they will get better if you stick at it."

"It would be good if I could learn how to control myself. I would like to try at least."

"Ok, then. I will give you a call when I get home and I've had a chance to see when I'm free next week. In the meantime, do you think you could start keeping a diary? It would help you to start thinking about your feelings."

"Yes, I can do that. Thank you, Ma... sorry, Ross."

"I had better go see if Suzi has finished, then we'll hit the road. Clive said your Dad is coming round tonight."

"Yeah; I haven't seen him for a few weeks, and Mother's been filling his head with nonsense so he wanted to make sure I'm in one piece."

"Good. I'm glad you've got at least one supportive parent."

"We'll see after tonight. If I get really nervous, I start apologising, and Sir's threatened to make me stand in the corner if I don't have a good reason for it."

"You'll be fine. I need to go, Suzi has chores to do, and lunch to make."

"Goodbye. I hope you had a good time last night," I said as we walked back to the kitchen.

"We did; well done to you for being able to join in. I know how scary these parties can seem."

I hung my head, and blushed a little, mainly from His praise. He smiled a little smile at me, the same way Sir did when He embarrassed me. I still have no idea what it means. Ross patted me on the shoulder, and called Suzi over. She put her dishes in the sink, and came over to give me a hug. 

"I'll see you later, sweetie. Give me a call if you wanna chat, yeah?"

"Yep, will do; and thanks for your help last night."

"No worries, sweetie." she replied, kissing my cheek and giving me a quick squeeze before Ross pulled her off and out the door. The last thing I heard from Him that day was, "Home, wench, you've got work to do." 

Tazmin, along with Peter and Lilly, were the next to leave. They thanked Sir for a great party, and took themselves off home. Michael and Mia had left earlier on; Sir had said "Goodbye" as He was heading out the door to collect breakfast. Sean and Alice were still in the bathroom, and Sir asked me to make sure they had something to eat before they left as He was going out for His Sunday morning run. He had asked me if I would like to join Him once, but after I explained that I had the athletic ability of a cow, He realised I was not one of nature's runners. I pottered around the kitchen after Sir had left, emptying the dishwasher and wincing when the squeak the dishes made curdled my blood. Eventually I gave up, and put the lot in the sink, rewashing everything trying to get rid of it. I was finishing off the last pan when Alice appeared with Sean in tow. 

"Good morning, Megan," She said. "Oh, gosh, we aren't the last ones here are we?"

"Yes Mistress, but it's fine. Sir asked me to make sure you had breakfast before you left. He's gone out on His run I'm afraid."

"No, that's fine. Sorry we took so long getting up. We don't eat much in the morning, and my boy already brought me my tea, so we'll get going. Thank you for last night; you did very well for your first party." Again I blushed, I may not be an athlete, but my blood really gets a good work out sometimes.

"You are very welcome, Mistress. I hope you have a beautiful wedding."

"Did Clive not tell you?" She rolled Her eyes, exasperated. "Men! I did tell Him you were invited, both to the ceremony and the reception. I'll give Him a call later on, and bash His ear for a bit" She smiled and kissed my cheek, and walked out to the car. Sean was already there, holding open the passenger door for Her, and he waved goodbye to me as he ran round to the driver's side. He was so happy, always smiling and cheerful; with his floppy blonde hair, he reminded me of an exuberant Golden Retriever. 

I finished cleaning the last of the mess away in the kitchen, and set about stripping the beds. Most of the time they were left bare, the quilts and pillows folded up and placed in camphor wood chests at the bottom of each bed. The dirty linen and towels were put in the washing basket in the utility room; I would get round to them tomorrow when I could be bothered. Dad was coming round at three, but that wasn't for hours yet so I decided to go exploring in the woods around Sir's house. I loved forests and woods; my school had been set in thirty acres of countryside, with a golf course, football and cricket pitches, tennis courts, a covered swimming pool, a loch where we could fish, and a tiny chapel set deep in the woods that sounded magical when filled with a cappella music at Christmas. 

To me, woods were a place of safety and peace; even at night, when most people would have found them spooky, they brought me a stillness I couldn't find anywhere else. These woods were full of stately horse chestnuts, their tall candle-like flowers just beginning to bloom, and gnarly old sycamores, planted to shield the house from the city's pollution. 

There weren't any clear paths through the trees, though there was little in the way of undergrowth. Around the edge of Sir's land, long hedges made up of thick rhododendron bushes enclosed the garden from the outside world and made safe hidey-holes under their thick waxy leaves. Back out of the woods was the gravel drive, and around the front of the house was a huge lawn, but what it was missing were flowerbeds. I supposed Sir simply didn't have the time to devote to a garden like that; now I was living here, I wanted to ask Him if I could put a few flowers in. I could see tall hollyhocks, sweet Williams, peonies and daisies boarded by box or privet hedges, and night-scented stock and trailing lobelia in the neglected boxes under the upper windows. 

I was getting to grips with my normal chores now, and I needed something else to fill my day, plus it would make Sir's home even more beautiful for the long summer evenings that hopefully lay ahead of us. I was sitting out on the lawn with a pad of paper and a pencil, sketching out ideas, when I heard Sir's feet crunching up the drive. He called out to me and I replied, telling Him where I was. He came round the house, His hair plastered to His head with sweat and flopped down beside me.

"What are you up to now, my little pet?"

"Making your house beautiful, what else?"

"Ahh, I see, and how do you plan on doing that?"

"I was hoping I would be allowed to do some gardening."

"You want to mow the lawn, be my guest."

"Actually, I was wondering if it would be ok to put some flowers in. You don't have much colour in here at the minute. I was thinking about putting a couple of flower beds in, and maybe reviving those window boxes."

He sat and thought about it for a while, looking over my drawings quietly. I was worried in case He didn't like the idea or thought it would be too much work. I started explaining my plans to Him.

"See, if I put a bed in there along the edge of the drive, and fill it with pinks and lavender, that would look really pretty and smell wonderful to people arriving at the house. Then I thought we could put a circular bed in the middle of the lawn with maybe a gazebo in the middle of that with clematis or honeysuckle growing up over it and hollyhocks and foxgloves and daisies around the outside. What? You've got a very funny look on your face."




Liverpool Ch. 12



"It's nothing. It's just it never occurred to me that you like gardening."

"I want to make your home as beautiful as I can."

"'Our home,' you mean?"

"Huh?"

"Not 'my home,' 'our home.' It's yours too now."

"Sir, I've barely been here a week . . . "

"And already it seems like forever, you have fitted in so well here. I struggle to remember what it felt like before you came, other than empty and soulless. In a week, you've brought life back to this place, and for the first time in a long time, I feel as though I could be happy here again. Do you understand that?" He took hold of my arm and turned me to look at His face

"Sir, have you nicked off with my copy of Jane Eyre?" I was shocked with what He was saying to me. I hadn't realised how strongly He felt about me being here, so I was trying to deflect some of the intensity of His feeling with humour. 

"Blah, you know I hate feminist books."

"You've obviously never read it then, sweet little sub Jane Eyre."

"Really?"

"Yep, but enough; back to the garden -- am I allowed to put some flower beds in?"

"Yes, by all means. Listen, why don't I go jump in the shower, and then I'll take you to the garden centre. You can buy everything you need. I don't even think I have a spade anywhere." I was relived that He had taken my lead and changed the subject.

"If you're sure?" He nodded and patted my head, grinning when I asked, "Can I jump in the shower with you?"

"Temptress, you have your way with the garden, why are you trying to seduce me now?"

"Can't a girl thank her Master without being accused of wanting something else?"

"Oh well, in that case, I need a shave too. Come on, wench, time to earn your keep." And He swatted my arse with the sketchpad as I got to my feet. 

We walked into the house together, Sir leading the way. I put the sketchpad away in Sir's study, and joined Him in shower, our soapy hands sliding over each other's body. Sir tried to tickle me and I twisted closer in to Him, running my hands down His belly and into His groin. He sobered instantly, cupping my face and kissing me softly as I rubbed my thumb over the tip of His stiffening cock. 

"God, you are a hot little slut," He groaned deep in His throat as I gave Him a slow sexy smile, and slipped my tongue in between His lips. He pushed me back against the wall, and lifted my leg up over His hip. He brushed His fingers into my pussy, making sure I was wet enough for Him and I shuddered at His touch, aching to feel Him inside me. I got my wish a second later when I felt Him nudge His cock in me. He teased me for a while, only using the tip of His hard cock to rub against my G-spot and driving me crazy. I was digging my fingers hard into Sir's shoulders, trying to hold myself up as the wonderful feelings of pleasure swept through me. He held me against His body and asked, "Are you ready for me, pet?"

I whimpered in reply, and He drove deep inside me. I threw my head back and wailed as He nibbled on my neck. My leg hooked round behind His arse, and tried to pull Him in even deeper as He pushed me back onto the wall and fucked me hard. His big hands wrapped round my shoulders, and held me tight as He pounded into me. His breathing increased with His pace, and I could hear my heart thumping in my chest, matching His heartbeat as He shot me full of His cum. He bowed His head and kissed the side of my neck, His lower body still twitching. When He lifted His face to look at me, He smiled and shook His head, kissing my lips softly before easing Himself out of me. He pulled me back under the water, and began to wash my hair without speaking. I turned slightly and asked, "Are you ok, Sir?"

"I'm fine, pet. Hush now, and let me clean you up." And He pushed me round to face away from Him. He finished my hair and began to wash my body down. His hands were firm as He moved over my back and over my arse, checking my arsehole to make sure I hadn't suffered any damage from last night. Once He was satisfied with me, He switched off the shower and bundled me up in a towel, drying me off before sending me back to the bedroom where my clothes were laid out. He followed me through and watched me dress in the jeans and polo shirt He'd chosen for me. I stood up, facing Him and asked, "Are you sure everything's ok, Sir?"

"I'm fine. I guess I'm just a little nervous about meeting your Dad."

"You'll be fine with him. If you can handle Mother, you can handle Dad with one hand behind your back."

"I know, but I'm worried in case he doesn't approve of me or how we live."

"He has a choice: he can accept who I am or he can't. I wanted to ask you if I could wear my collar when he comes round tonight."

"Are you sure about that? I don't mind if you would feel more comfortable without it."

"No, it's fine. My collar is part of my life, part of who I am, and it'll be easier to explain if there's something right in front of him as an example."

"I'll take your word for that. Well, we'd better get going if we're going to be back in time to put the dinner on." He led me downstairs and took my collar off by the back door. I didn't feel so lost anymore; I knew it would be going back on as soon as we got home.

We had such a nice morning at the garden centre. Sir let me choose anything I like, from a pale limed oak gazebo to trays and trays of flowers that would give me hours of work in planting them, as well as spades and trowels to use in my work. Sir had brought His old car, a dirty red Volvo Estate with more than a 100,000 miles on the clock, rather than His work car that had to be kept clean and tidy. It meant that we had enough room to fit everything in, and we could take it all with us. After lunch and putting the chicken for tonight on to cook, I began marking out the new beds, starting by the drive. It was strangely soothing, all the hard work to dig up the turf and put it to one side for Sir to put in the woods later, then digging in the compost before planting the flowers. By the time Dad arrived, the first bed was finished, and I was cleaning the dirt off my hands.

As he pulled up, I came out to greet him with Sir. I hugged Dad tightly; it was so good to see him after all this time. He drew back and looked me up and down.

"You look well, Meggie. How are you keeping?"

"I'm good, Dad; this is Clive; Sir, this is my Dad."

"How do you do, Mr Swann?" Sir stretched out His hand towards Dad, but he wouldn't take it.

"What's with the 'Sir' thing, Meggie? And this dog collar, what's all that about?" He looked confused and worried and a little confrontational towards Sir.

"Dad, 'the Sir thing,' as you put it, is a mark of respect. My collar is there to remind me of who I belong to; it also lets me know Sir wishes to keep me. It's quite simple really."

"Ahha, and what, he couldn't just tell you he wants you as his slave?"

"Daddy, I am no more Sir's slave than you are. I am His submissive, yes, but there is a huge difference between a slave and a sub."

"Like what? For instance?"

"Well, like, for instance, if at any time I am unhappy with anything, I can tell Sir, and we will talk about it. If I were His slave, I wouldn't have that option. Look, how about I make this really simple for you: you can either accept that this is part of who I am or you can't. If you can't, then I suggest you run away like you normally do. I am going to put the potatoes on. If you want any dinner, you can come in the house, but you will respect Sir's rules while you are here."

I turned on my heel and stormed back in to the kitchen. I was so angry with him for being like this, though I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything else from him. The first sign of trouble, and he would run and hide. Those poor potatoes, they never knew what hit them -- they were stripped of their skins and hacked into little pieces. I guess the sound of a large knife slamming down onto the wooden chopping board was too much for both Dad and Sir 'coz they stayed out in the garden talking until I'd finished clattering pots and pans around quite so vigorously. Sir came through the door first.

"Do you feel better?"

"Is he coming in?"

"Yes, in a minute. I think you scared him a little. Are you feeling calmer now?"

"Yes; sorry, Sir. I know I shouldn't have done that but I thought it would be better than pussyfooting around for the whole evening, trying to be careful."

"I might not have been that forceful with him; he said you reminded him of your mother."

"WHAT?? Oh, my God! OK, next time I get like that, please slap it out of me!"

"You act like that towards me, and I will, pet. Just who do you think you are, bossing people around like that?" He said with a smile on His face to soften His words.

"Sorry, Sir. I promise I will never act like that with you."

"Yeah, I know you wouldn't."

"I'm sorry. I really would never do anything like that ever."

"It's fine; it's over."

"Sorry, Sir."

"'Right -- corner, now," He pointed over by the sink.

"But, Sir . . . ."

"You've just earned yourself another minute. Go."

"Yes, Sir."

I went were I was directed, and stood facing the wall. I heard Sir opening the fridge, and pulling out one of the bottles of wine left over from last night. He took down two glasses from the cupboard over the sink, and took everything out to where Dad was standing by the planting table I'd set up earlier. I heard Sir explaining why I was standing in the corner, and Dad's surprise at His treatment of me. 

"She has to learn," was Sir's reply. "And already she's better than she used to be. I don't think she would have stood up to you like that a few weeks ago."

"True. What do we do now?"

"We wait for eleven minutes, and then we carry on. She'll have had her punishment, then it's over with and forgotten."

They started chatting about the weather and my first attempts at gardening, and when my time was up Sir came back in and released me.

"Good girl," He said, kissing the top of my head. "Can you get on with dinner?"

"Yes, Sir."

"On you go then." 

I finished coating the potatoes in oil, and put them in the oven with the chicken to roast. There wasn't much else to do for the next hour or so, so I went out into the garden, and sat at Sir's feet for a bit while He got better acquainted with Dad. It wasn't like I was excluded from the conversation. It's just it was about business, and I couldn't follow what was being discussed. Dad was still a little wary of Sir, and Sir was still being overly polite to Dad but they were getting there. I rested my head on Sir's knee, and He stroked my hair; this was fast becoming my favourite place in the whole world. I was dozing off when Sir tugged gently on my hair.

"Pet, your Dad asked you a question."

I turned to look at Dad. "What's up?"

"I was wondering how your party went?

"It was fun. Sir has some really nice friends. I'm getting on well with most of them."

The phone rang, and Sir got up to answer it. Dad waited until He was out of earshot, then turned to me and asked in a very serious tone, "Now he's gone, you can tell me the truth. Are you sure you're happy here?"

"I was telling you the truth. I'm wonderfully happy here."

"He's not smacking you around is he?"

"Daddy, Sir doesn't do anything like that. He won't punish me like that. The worst thing that happens is I have to stand in the corner, and compared to Mo -- " I shut up quickly. I'd said too much.

"Compared to whom, your Mother? I know she could be tough on you, but she wasn't that bad was she? Meggie? Megan, answer me."

I ran. I couldn't face him, so I ran to Sir and hid behind Him. Dad followed me in from the garden, and found me on my knees, begging Sir to help me. 

"Megan, what's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?"

Sir looked down at me, but I shook my head and begged Him with my eyes not to make me do this. He put His hand on my shoulder, and told me to stay there.

"Mr. Swann, perhaps we should go to the kitchen for a minute. I might be able to explain what's wrong."

He steered Dad out of the room while I curled up at the foot of the sofa and waited. I heard Dad shouting, and Sir soothing him, trying to calm him down. I didn't listen to the words; I was too busy praying for Dad to believe Sir, though I had a knot at the base of my belly about what would happen if he did. I don't know how much time passed. The voices next door eventually dropped, and soon afterwards Sir came back through. He picked me up, and sat with me on His knee, my head tucked under His chin. 

"Your Dad was upset that you hadn't told him what had been going on for so long. He's calmed down now, and he's agreed not to talk to you about it until you're ready to have that sort of discussion. I've told Him you're thinking about counselling, and once you've done that you might be able to talk about it, ok?"

I nodded and said, "Thank you, Sir."

"It's fine, pet. Are you able to go see him?"

"'Yes, Sir. I need to finish off dinner anyway, and I take it he's still in the kitchen?"

"Yep, he is. Come on. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry and that chicken smells wonderful."

He let me up, and led me through. Dad glanced up; when he saw me, he came over and gave me a hug. "You've got a good man there, Meggie," he said and kissed my temple. "I'm starving. You know I can't cook, and that smell is making me drool."

"Men, do you ever think about anything other than your stomachs?"

"The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach, didn't you know that?"

"I'm glad you're not a doctor, Daddy. Come on, I've got the veggies to put on still, and the gravy to make." I patted his ribs to make him let go. He released me, and they went back out in to the garden while I finished up. By the time everything was ready, Dad and Sir were on their way to being firm friends. The rest of the evening passed easily, and by the time Dad left, it was nearly nine. My last job for the day was to make sure Sir had a clean, ironed shirt for work before climbing into bed, and waiting for Him to join me. He had a rule about no smoking in the house unless He was having a party, so He would go outside for one last fag before bed. I asked Him once why He smoked when He wanted keep fit; He said he ran because He smoked. Nope; made no sense to me either. 

I'd bought a notebook at the garden centre earlier to keep my diary in. I wrote down what happened today, and how I felt about it all. By the time I was finished that, Sir was reaching for me again, curling His body possessively over and around me, keeping me safe from the world.



Liverpool Ch. 13



Once again, huge thanks to my editor sdbnnc for all her help and for introducing me to her Master. Thanks also to my own Sir for giving me a kick up the arse when I needed it and last but by no means least, thank you to all the wonderful readers who's have given me so much encouragement. I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Megan

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We had our first big row that week over something really stupid. The Wednesday after the party, Sir came home early with a silly grin on His face, the kind He got when He's up to something. I'd been busy in the house and garden all week; Sir put the gazebo up for me on Monday evening, so all my plans for out there were coming together nicely, and we were really fitting together as a couple. The night before had been Mistress Alice and Sean's wedding, and it was gorgeous. She had looked Her usual fabulous self in a high-necked cream lace dress, and Sean had that stunned look on his face, like he couldn't quite believe he belonged to Her completely now. Afterwards at the reception, Sir tried to teach me to how to waltz, it wasn't going too well until I got a little drunk and relaxed.

On that Wednesday, when Sir arrived home, He said He couldn't be arsed staying in the office on such a nice day, and that we were going for a drive. I was always happy to spend more time with Him, so off we went, out into the countryside. I figured Sir was grinning coz of sneaking out of work early so I was a little surprised when Sir pulled up outside a cottage in the middle of a village, and a little suspicious when Sir turned to me and said, "Come here, pet, you need a blindfold on."

"Why?"

"'Coz otherwise it'll ruin the secret."

I was a lot suspicious now, but I trusted Him, so I turned round so He could wrap His tie round my eyes. He got out and opened the car door, helping me out. He led me up an uneven flagged path, and I could hear dogs barking nearby. I nearly tripped over on the way up to the house, but Sir caught me in his arms, and then steadied me on the narrow step at the cottage door. 

"I did tell you to lift your feet, pet," He said, ringing the bell. The barking behind the door grew louder and clearer as the door opened. He leant forward and spoke quietly to whoever was there before pulling me into the hall. I was still blindfolded when He escorted me into another room. I heard squeaks and panting, raising my hopes that maybe we'd be getting a dog. Sir told me to kneel down beside Him, and then reached around to remove His tie. At the same time, I heard a cage door rattling, and saw a pack of the sweetest, lankiest puppies dashing towards me, panting hot puppy breath and leaping up to lick my face. The puppies had dark grey fur with little splashes of white on their chests or tails and I was held in place on my knees as they climbed over me, snuffling in my ears, and nibbling at my hair. Looking around to take them all in, I noticed one timid little puppy who had hung back when the others blasted out of the crate. She -- I could see it was a she from the way she was sitting -- sat just inside the crate and was watching me quite carefully. I crawled over to her through the thronging masses that covered the tiny sitting room. 

The lady of the house seemed about to speak, but Sir shushed her as I began speaking quiet nonsense to the little puppy that had stayed behind. Slowly, she came out and sniffed at my hand, giving it a tiny lick before jumping back into the crate. We sat and looked at each other for a minute before she came back out, sniffed me again before wiggling her way onto my lap where she settled down with a sigh. I looked up at Sir and smiled. I pointed to the puppy now sleeping on me and said, "This one."

I stroked the puppy's lean body, then looked over at the lady and asked her what type of dogs they were.

"Their mam was greyhound crossed with a deerhound; da was a collie whippet cross. He got in the garden one day, and this lot were the result. That pup you've got there was the shyest out the lot; vet reckoned she can't see too well, so she won't make much of a hunter. If you want her, you can have her. I reckon you're the only one she'd have. She's bit most everyone that's been in so far, that's why I warned your fella here when you got so close."

"She wouldn't bite me. She's just shy that's all."

"You picked a name yet?"

"I think Magpie's nice. Eh, toots, will we call you Magpie?" I looked down and, as I spoke to the puppy, she lifted her head and wagged the very tip of her tail. She had the most white on her, all four paws looked like she'd wondered though a tin of paint, as did the tip of her tail and nose. As Sir went out to the car to get His wallet, one of the other puppies walked a little too close to me for Magpie's comfort. Quick as a flash, she was up and snapped at the other puppy, sending it howling. My puppy, on the other hand, settled back into my lap, and went back to sleep. 

"Yeah, I reckon she's yours," the lady said. "I don't honestly think you'd get out the door without her," she finished with a smile. Sir came back in, and paid for Magpie, while I gathered her up and tucked her under my chin. We walked back out to the car, with me grinning inanely at Sir. 

"Thank you so much for this, Sir. She is absolutely gorgeous."

"My pleasure, pet, I thought you'd like some company when I have to go away, and these are good dogs to have around."

"Why? How much research did you do?"

"Quite a lot actually; I wanted something that would be a good guard dog, but not need huge amounts of exercise. Lurchers need to blast once or twice a week; other than that they're quite happy mooching around the place."

"Who have you talked to?"

"One of the lasses at work has three lurchers, and she said they are really good dogs, though they do steal food whenever they can, so it'll have to stay out the kitchen."

"She'll be alright if I'm in there."

"Yeah, well, we'll put its crate in the hall."

"A crate?"

"Yeah, like the one in there."

"Oh, you mean a cage; no, we're not having one of those."

"Excuse me, 'No'? Since when do you say 'No' to me?"

"Since she is my dog, and I hate cages. Why bother getting her when you're just going to shut her up all the time? We might as well take her back, and get a refund if you think like that."

"We'll talk about this later. We need to go buy some food and a collar."

"We'll talk about this now. There is no point spending money if all you're going to do is keep her in a cage." I folded my arms around the puppy, and held her close. I really didn't want to take her back, but there was no way I was going to let Sir buy a cage. She was a dog, not a bunny rabbit that needed to be kept locked away, and I said as much.

"So, where is it going to sleep at night?"

"With me, where else?"

"In my bed? No way."

"Oh, so it's your bed now is it? I thought it was our bed, just like it's our home, or does that only count when you get your own way?"

Sir looked at me with such anger that I was frightened. I was determined though, and I was not going to back down now. She was just a tiny, baby thing, and she was not going to be treated like a prisoner. And what was this "His bed" thing? Sir spent the last few days telling me it was "our home," "our bed," "our kitchen," "our garden" and now all of a sudden they were "His"? If that was how He really felt, it was as well I found out now, rather than a year or so down the line when I'd had much more time to get comfortable. I knew I shouldn't be so confrontational about it all, but Sir was talking about treating Magpie the same way Mother treated her dogs. They went in cages from the day she got them, and she only took them out for grooming or walking. They never were cuddled or played with; to me it was just plain wrong. Looking back I know I probably should have explained this, and that would have settled the whole matter; instead I pushed myself into the corner of the seat, as far away from Him as I could get, and sulked. Sir drove in silence to the nearest pet shop, and asked me in a very icy tone if I wanted to go in with Him. I nodded my head and tucked Magpie under my arm as I got out of the car.

"Leave it here," He ordered sharply.

"Sir, it's a pet shop. I'm fairly sure they allow dogs in," I said as I walked straight past Him into the store and looked around for the collars and leads. In the past we might have been looking for something new for me, this time Sir simply stalked past on His way to look at cages. I found a delicate little set in royal blue with tiny white paw prints all over it that I thought would look so sweet on Magpie. Sir's only rather sour comment was "At least it isn't pink." I ignored Him and the cages, and took the collar out of its package so I could pop it onto Magpie, and see if it fitted. She looked owned now and I realized I must look the same when I when I wore mine. I found the puppy food, and was looking through it when Sir came over, picked up a six pack of tinned food and a bag of mixer, adding them to the trolley with the cage in it, and marched over to the checkout. I followed Him quietly, picking up a teething ring and a soft toy for Magpie on the way. He frowned at the extras, but allowed them to be rung up anyway. 

We didn't speak on the way home; Sir just stared straight ahead at the road while I gave all my attention to the pup. When we got home, I took her over to the woods, and put her down so she could have a pee or anything else. I kept her on the lead, the garden wasn't secure enough to let her roam freely yet. I thought about asking Sir for some chicken wire to put around the inside of the rhododendron bushes, just until she was old enough to know where her boundaries were. That is if He was still speaking to me. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me, replacing the icy fury of before. I shouldn't have shouted at Him like that or been so cold. I was walking Magpie back over to the house when Sir came out with His holdall and slung it in the boot of His work car. 

"I've got a meeting down in London tomorrow morning; I'm going to head down there now," He said as He turned away from me and got in the car. I didn't even have a chance to say "Good-bye" before the door slammed, and He drove off down the drive. Watching His car moving away, my blood ran cold -- I know that's an expression from books, but this time it was the literal truth. I felt as if everything stood still; I felt faint and light-headed. I sat down on the grass as my legs gave way from underneath me, and cried huge, hot tears that rolled down my face. Magpie had been worrying the end of her lead, but stopped when she heard me, and crept onto my knee, licking away the tears as they dribbled down my chin. I couldn't think straight for the chant running round my head, "I've lost Him, I've lost Him, I've lost Him," over and over and over again. With each phrase, the pain hit harder and harder until all I wanted was to curl up in a ball and die.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket and jumped up, praying it was Sir so I could apologise for shouting at Him. I didn't look at the number, just opened it up and said, "Hello."

"Hello, little one, it's Ross."

My shoulders slumped, "Oh, Hi."

"Everything ok?"

I wanted to say, "Yeah, everything's fine," and act my usual cheerful self, but I couldn't. I very quietly said, "Not really," and left it at that. I couldn't start bitching about Sir to His best friend. I was in the wrong; I was Sir's sub. It wasn't up to me how Sir ran His home; I just needed to follow His rules and I hadn't done that.

"Did you not like the puppies?"

"I loved the puppies. I've got one of them curled up on my lap at the minute. Sir got a cage for her though, and I really don't like them coz Mother used to put all her dogs in cages, and it's just wrong, so I shouted at Him, and now He's gone off to London without saying "Goodbye" or even putting my collar back on me and I don't know if I'm allowed to wear it and I don't know if he is even going to come back or if he wants me to be here if he does and all I to do is tell Him I'm sorry." My voice kept on rising, as did the panic building inside me and I didn't know what else I could say.

"Ok, ok, slow down. First of all, did you tell Clive why you don't like cages?"

"No."

"Do you think you should have?"

"Yes. I just didn't want to bring up Mother. All I knew was Sir was insisting on one, even though I didn't like it, and how He kept calling her it instead of she, and how He said it couldn't sleep on His bed."

Ross sighed, "Would you like me to talk to Him and explain things a bit?"

"Would you? Oh, thank you, that would be wonderful. Can you tell Him I'm so, so, so, sorry, and I hope He will wants me when He gets back." 

"I'll tell Him you're sorry; nothing else. You can work everything else out with Him when He gets back."

"Ok, then; thank you so much for this."

"That's ok. I was ringing to say I've got an appointment for you on Tuesday next week at one o' clock, if that's any good?"

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll go and write it down now. Where is it?" I wiped the tears from my face and tried to concentrate.

"The clinic's at the uni; I'll email you a map and directions in a bit."

"Ok, thank you; and thank you for saying you'll talk to Sir for me."

"He's a good friend, and I think you're very good for Him too."

"I do try; I'm just not trained well enough yet."

"This isn't about training, it's about communication. You need to talk to each other. I'll have a chat with Him, and see if I can't get Him to talk so you can sort this out."

"Thank you."

"Right, well, I'll speak to you later, bye for now."

"'Bye."

I closed my phone, and sat for a while longer. There wasn't anything else I could do for now; it was up to Ross and Sir.

Clive

I'd been thinking about getting a dog for Megan for a while now to keep her company when I was away from home. After speaking to Sandy, my receptionist at work, I'd decided on getting a lurcher puppy. She said lurchers are nice, quiet dogs that didn't shed too much coat and they could keep themselves entertained, so they seemed the perfect breed for Megan. I'd found someone with ten puppies for sale, and I figured there would be at least one that my pet would like. She'd been fitting in really well at home; her chores done with an attention to detail I liked, and she seemed genuinely happy to do whatever I asked of her. With the garden, Megan had started adding her own stamp to the house and I thought a puppy would be a good reward for all her hard work.

I called the woman about the dogs, and arranged to go out Wednesday evening to look at them. Getting away early from work was easy enough (there are advantages to being the boss) and Megan was always is happy to spend more time with me. I couldn't keep the smile off my face, I knew she would love her surprise. We drove out to the village; it was one of those hot, sunny days promising summer is on its way. We had all the car windows open, and Megan put her hand outside and giggled as the air pushed her arm back. I smiled her; she was so happy and giggly these days, just over a week away from her mother and already she was a different person, more open, more relaxed. 

She looked suspicious when I blindfolded her, but relaxed and let me lead her up the path to the bungalow. Although she was listening hard to the noises around her, she didn't listen too carefully when I told her to lift her feet up onto the step at the front door. When the door opened, I leant forward and introduced myself. The woman nodded and smiled; I'd explained the puppy was to be a surprise for my girlfriend, so the blindfold was understandable. 

The tiny sitting room was overflowing with furniture and a huge crate in the corner filled with wriggly black bodies. I told Megan to kneel, and stepped back to I could watch her face when she saw the puppies. They stampeded out towards her and she cooed and giggled as they clambered all over her. She didn't seem to mind them drooling and sniffing in her ears and down her neck, but she soon spotted the one puppy who hadn't come out to see her. As she carefully crawled over to the puppy, the woman began to warn her. I overruled her, and let Megan go and speak to it. Somehow, I knew she would be fine with the puppy, and she was. The pup gave her hand a quick lick and backed into the crate to stare at her for a few minutes. Megan persisted, murmuring so quietly to the pup I couldn't make out her words. Then, just like she climbs into my lap to claim my attention, the puppy came out of the crate, stalking up into her lap and curling up as if she belonged there. Megan's eyes sought mine, shining with her happiness and knowledge that she had found her pet, even as I had found her and made her mine. 

I went to the car to get my wallet while Megan chatted to the woman. I got the pup at a discount since the vet had said it was half-blind and no good for hunting. That suited me; I didn't want it to hunt, rather to make my pet happy. Once I'd paid for it, it was gathered up, and we took it out to the car to return home. 

Then I managed to put my foot in it. I was telling Megan about where the crate would go when I felt the chill coming from her side of the car. I put my foot down and told her we were having a crate, and that was the end of it. She just switched off -- wouldn't look at me, wouldn't talk to me, just IGNORED me. I couldn't believe my pet would act this way toward me, her Sir, her Dominant. I was in charge, not only of my house, but of her; I made and enforced the rules. When I said this out loud though, it came out all wrong, and I knew I'd just undone everything I'd spent the last week doing. I felt I had made her feel at home with me, and had convinced her that I wanted to share my home with her -- now all that had changed in an instant. 

I drove to the big pet shop on the edge of the city, and told Megan to leave the pup in the car. She ignored me again, carrying the pup into the store in front of me. I slammed the car door, and got a trolley since I expected the crate to be heavy. I found a nice big one that would give the pup plenty room to grow, and went to fetch Megan. I found her pointing out different collars and leads to the pup like it was a kid, and I thought for a minute she would choose some horrible pink thing with sparkles on it. Thankfully, she showed a little more taste with the collar, but then looked as if she were going to spend hours debating foods. I took the trolley over, picked up the first foods that came to hand, and chucked them beside the crate. Now with the pup collared and on its lead, she followed me slowly over to the check out, adding toys to the pile of stuff. I didn't see the point of them, but I couldn't be arsed getting into an argument with her in the middle of the shop. 

I could have ordered Megan to do as wanted, but her behaviour demonstrated how completely she had switched off her submissive side. I knew giving her an order or even an instruction would result in a public argument, so I decided to treat her as she was treating me. I didn't talk to her, although I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I could see the anger still flowing through her -- her shoulders were hunched up to her ears. And, although she wouldn't look at me at all, I still could see the frown dominating her face. 

When we got home, she took the pup over to the edge of the woods to let it piss. I used the time to chuck some stuff in a bag for overnight. I had to go down to London for a meeting, but I'd planned to leave early in the morning so as to maximize time with my pet. Now I just wanted out the house -- to see if my going would upset her and to give Megan time and space to make up her mind if she still wanted to be my sub. I also needed some room to think things over. I wanted her -- oh, God, did I want her -- but I needed a submissive girl, not some ball breaker who would fight me all the time. I ran down the stairs and stuck my bag in the boot as Megan walked slowly back to the house. I made my voice cold and stern when I told her where I was going, and then got in the car without looking over my shoulder at her.




Liverpool Ch. 13



She just stood there, horrified; she would never would know how hard it was for me to drive away without telling her "Goodbye." I looked in the mirror as I drove away, and saw her collapse onto the grass. It almost made me stop the car, and run back to her, instead I drove to Ross's. Suzi was out when I pulled up, and Ross took one look at my face and told me to come in.

"Mate, I have screwed right up," I said as I walked into his house. "I let her get right up my nose, and instead of acting like a grown up, I walked away from her."

"Is this about the puppy?"

"Sort of, I told her I wanted to get a crate to keep it in at night or when we go out, and she flipped, said it wasn't a bunny rabbit."

"Right?"

"I didn't understand it either. Then she just shuts down, wouldn't look at me, would barely speak to me. I know, I shouldn't have reacted, but I got so angry at her, I shut her out and drove away."

"Now what?"

"That's why I'm here. Any chance you could call her? I would do it myself but if she's still all fired up, we'll end up shouting at each other again. I told her it was MY bed," I shook my head. I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid. "I've spent the last week trying to make her believe she belongs, that it's her home too, and then I go and blow it all by saying 'my bed'."

"I was going to call her anyway. I've got her an assessment next week for counselling. You can listen, but if you say one word I'll slap you myself. Will she be in the house?"

"I don't know; I didn't even stop to put her collar on."

"You're a dip-shit sometimes; you know that, don't you? Megan is the best thing to happen to you in a very long time. Right now she is scared and frightened, and you go and slap her down like that."

I rubbed my hands over my face and groaned, "I know, I'm a fuckwit and if I lose her I'll kick myself for the rest of my life. Please, mate, help me out here."

"Of course, I'm going to help you. Now shut up and give me her number."

I wrote down Megan's mobile number for him, and picked up the extension in the kitchen, covering the mouthpiece so she wouldn't hear me. When she picked up the phone, she sounded so tired and defeated and I could tell she'd been crying hard. Ross was gentle with her, quietly asking her about the puppies. I listened to her as her voice started to rise, and the panic became more and more obvious. I knew I'd messed up about the crate; what I hadn't realised was her mother had used one for her dogs and that's why she had reacted so badly to even the idea of one. 

When Megan told Ross about how I'd driven off, and how she didn't know if I was coming back, I wanted to shout down the line that of course, I was coming back, and of course, I still wanted her there. Fortunately, Ross was able to get her to calm down a little. He suggested to her that she should have told me about why she didn't like crates instead of shutting down. The relief in her voice when he offered to talk to me about everything was so obvious. I could tell she'd had been working herself into a frenzy believing all sorts of things about me leaving her or chucking her out. 

There was so much sadness in her voice when she said didn't have the training to be a good enough sub for me. Then I realised we hadn't actually talked about what it meant for her to serve me as my submissive. She wanted so badly to believe she could be good girl, but it was clear she thought she never would be good enough. I wanted to strangle her bloody mother for putting her down for so long. As soon as Ross hung up, I went back into the sitting room to thank him.

"I should think so too. You know you have to talk to new subs; have I taught you nothing else but that? The first rule of any relationship, vanilla or D/s, is communication."

"I know; I'm going home. I'll call the people in London, tell them something's come up, and I can't get down."

"Good, then you have time to take that crate back."

"It's just so it doesn't shit everywhere if it gets left or, if it does, it's contained."

"So tell her that it's either a crate or a load of newspapers down in the puppy-proofed utility room. And stop calling it 'IT'! Megan thinks it's a "she" so use that or its name."

"Did I tell you she was showing it -- sorry, her -- leads in the shop, like you would with a kid?"

"So let her. She's probably has never had anything like that to love before. Where's the harm?"

"Mate, it's a dog."

"Not to her, it isn't. It's something she can lavish with love and affection in a way she can't do with you, not because she doesn't love you, but because she loves you differently. You're her Master so she can't coddle you like she can the puppy."

"Yeah, I suppose it couldn't hurt. I'd better go; I don't want her sitting out in the dark. I don't know if it's occurred to her to go in the house yet."

"Take her in, put her collar on, get her on her knees and talk to her."

"Thanks, Mate. I owe you one."

"Dinner in town next week?"

"You're on. I'll see you later."

I ran down the path to my car and jumped in. The street lights were starting to warm up, and dusk was rapidly becoming night. I drove home as fast as I could. The drive to Ross's house normally took about half an hour away, but I was turning into my drive in twenty minutes. My headlights lit Megan's face where she was still sitting on the grass where I'd left her.

Megan 

Once I'd hung up from talking to Ross I didn't know what to do next. The thought of going into Sir's house without Him there was too scary to think about so, I sat on the grass and waited. I don't know what I was waiting for, divine inspiration or common sense; I just sat and waited. Magpie bounced around me for a while, chewing on her collar and snapping at the midges that had started swarming around my head. In the end, she curled back up on my lap and went to sleep. I sat there stroking her tiny body that gave off such a sweet smell. I wasn't thinking so much as praying for Sir to listen to Ross, praying that He hadn't gone too far and that He would to turn round, if He'd agree to turn round. It had gotten quite dark when I saw a pair of headlights turning up the drive. By then I'd kinda given up hoping it would be Sir; I thought maybe it was Suzi, coming to check on me, so I didn't bother looking up. The car stopped, and the driver got out and walked over to me.

"What are you doing sitting out here in the dark, pet?"

It was Sir, and my spirits lifted for a second -- He'd come back! I didn't know why He was back though, so I kept my head down and shrugged.

"Come on, let's go in the house. We need to have a talk."

I hated the sound of those words. I was fairly sure now Sir only had come back to chuck me out, and I felt so defeated I let Him help me up and in through the back door. He stopped me just inside the door, and took my collar off the peg where it hung when I was out the house. Securing it round my neck, He pulled me forwards into the sitting room. Taking a cushion off the sofa, He put it on the floor and told me to kneel. He sat down on a chair in front of me, and I waited in resigned misery for Sir to tell me it wasn't working, and that I needed to please leave.

"Pet, I'm sorry. I should have talked to you before getting a puppy."

"Does she have to go back?"

"No. Oh, no, pet. It . . . Magpie is staying, and I hope you will too."

"You still want me?"

"Oh, very much so."

"I'm so sorry about shouting at you like that; I don't know what came over me."

"I talked to Ross. He said your mother used crates with her dogs."

"Yeah."

"I understand now why you don't like them. I thought it would be easier than having to put loads of newspapers down, and puppy proofing the whole house."

"Oh. The hall gets so cold at night though."

"Yeah, I know. Look, it's half seven already, the pet shop closes at eight, if we get a move on we can take the crate back, and get a couple of dog beds."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. If we get a plastic one for the utility room, Magpie can stay in there when we go out without her. We can get her a nice one for our room. She's still is not sleeping on our bed, but she can sleep in our room at night."

I jumped up off my knees, and threw my arms round His neck.

"Oh, thank you, Sir. Thank you so much. I will try to be a good girl from now on, I promise. I won't ever shout at you again."

"You are a good girl; you stand up for the little ones in your life, and that is a very precious gift. I would like you to promise that you will always talk to me from now on. When you shut down like that, it hurt me a lot. That's why I was so angry."

"I promise, Sir. I'm sorry; I didn't think."

"No; me either. Come on then, and, yes, you can bring the pup."

I stopped by the back door, and waited for Him to take my collar off again.

"What are you waiting for, pet?"

"I still have my collar on."

"Leave it. You need to wear it all the time for the next few days, to remind you who the boss is."

"Yes, Sir," I said meekly. Inside I was quaking, wear my collar out in public? Now that was scary, but not quite as scary as disobeying Sir. I got in the car while He put the crate back in the boot. We got to the shop five minutes before they were due to close. Sir explained why we were back, and the manager let us pick two dog beds for the price of the crate. We got Magpie a huge plastic one with a wipe clean pad to go inside it, and a gorgeous wicker one on legs that had a sheepskin with a beanbag pad underneath it for comfort. No one mentioned my collar, though one of the girls kept looking at me and frowning. I hid from her behind Sir, so Sir looked down to see what the matter was.

"That girl keeps staring at me," I said quietly. 

"Which one?" He asked.

"The one with the long brown hair."

Sir looked over at her and smiled, "She's probably a furry legged feminist who completely disapproves of me forcing you to wear a collar. Ignore her. All that matters is that you're happy. Are you?"

"Oh, yes, Sir," I sighed. "Thank you."

"You are more than welcome, my pet. Shall we go home and feed this pup then?"

"Yes, Sir. I think she's hungry."

"I'm hungry. Stop off at the chip shop on the way home?"

"Yummy! Yes, please."



Liverpool Ch. 14



Thanks to sdbnnc for turning this one round so quickly, ty hon.

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Thursday 28th May 2009 

09:01:30: To my dear Sir, 

i'm missing You more than i ever knew i could miss someone. i'm sorry, i know You can't help having to travel away, and i'm sorry if i made You feel guilty about having to do it. i just thought i would let You in on how i'm feeling (other than horny obviously) 

Your wistful pet, x

09:05:22: My little pet, 

I know how you're feeling; it's like before you moved in. At least I know you'll be there when I get home on Friday. How's the puppy? I can't believe we've had her for two weeks now. 

Sir X

09:08:56: Dear Sir, 

She's doing fine; sitting staring at me at the minute. How's everything doing down there? You really think You'll be home tomorrow then? 

Your hopeful pet x

09:11:45: Pet, 

I thought she'd settle down. I should be home Friday night, though I don't know what time yet. I'll have a clearer idea after the meeting what needs done. Have you done your chores yet? X

09:13:23: No, not yet. i was just about to go and do the washing up. i thought i'd send You a quick email first though, so You'd have something nice to read when You got back from Your boring old meeting. x

09:19:39: Well, get on with them, girl, those dishes won't wash themselves you know. I want you to spend most of today thinking about what your submission means to you. It's not something we've discussed, and I'd like your thoughts on it while I'm not there to distract you. Have a good think, and get back to me before 3. I'm going to be in this meeting 'til about half 11 or 12, but I'll speak to you when I'm done. X

09:21:25: Ok, Sir, i'll have a go. Speak to You later. x

12:35:49: Question: What does my submission mean to me?

Answer: Safety. i feel safe when i know that You are there to help me. i feel that i have nothing to hide from You. You seem to accept everything i give you, whether it's good or bad, and no-body has ever done that for me before. i feel safe enough to let you see the bad stuff (sometimes).

Security: i know that You want me, not just when i'm beside You, but You want me to be beside You. You have given me a home, and let me into Your life.

Love: You have given me love and, more importantly, You have let me love You, and that is all i could ever want from You. It really wouldn't have mattered if You didn't love me. You let me give You all the love/adoration/feeling in my heart, and that is awfully nice.

Discipline: You have shown me how to control my emotions, and how to let them have free rein when i need to feel. i know it sounds completely silly, but i never let myself really feel before now. It was a bit of a scary thing -- feeling -- and it still is sometimes. You've shown me it's ok to feel, so thank You for that.

Submission: This is actually the easiest one to answer. You've just let me submit to You. You've let me find myself, and let me find out that what makes me happy is pleasing people, though mainly pleasing You. 

i hope this makes sense to You Sir. x

12:47:32: Little one, it makes perfect sense to me. I love the way you're always so open. I look back on our first emails, and you've grown up so much over the last few months, yet you've still got that sense of openness and honesty about you that I've never found with any of the other people I met or spoken to online. 

You looked so peaceful this morning when I got up. It was a shame I had to go. I'd have loved to spend the morning in bed with you. I love that look in your eyes when you wake up, and realise I'm already hard and wanting you. X

12:57:07: i love waking up and feeling how much You want me. i remember waking up at 4:00 a.m. the first time we met face-to-face, and watching You sleep for about 30 seconds before deciding i wanted you again, so i crept down the bed and started sucking on Your cock. That look You gave me -- You couldn't decide if You were dreaming or not. x

13:01:21: Yeah, I remember that; I had to grab your hair to see if you were real or not. Feeling my limp cock grow in your warm wet mouth is always fantastic. I remember thinking if you were a dream I was going to fuck you while you were there, so I spun you onto your front and slid in from behind you, right into that tight wet little puss of mine. X

13:04:09: i remember the look on the receptionist's face the next morning. i don't know what she must have thought of me, squealing the place down like that, but it was awfully yummy. x

13:06:48: I remember dropping you off at work that day; you looked thoroughly fucked, with that "cat that got the cream smile," and your hair still wet from the shower. X

13:09:24: i wouldn't say "cat that got the cream," more "cat that inherited the dairy," lol. i did feel completely smug that day though. x

13:11:43: Lol, so what are you doing now? Are your chores all finished? X

13:14:16: Aww, just when it was getting interesting. Yes, done and dusted, i've even had my lunch. x

13:17:01: I know, but I'm surrounded by people at the minute. I can't start thinking about my sexy little slut or I'm not going to able to stand for quite a while. X

13:20:29: Really? So i probably shouldn't tell You i'm sitting here naked apart from my collar then. x

13:22:56: Wench! No, you shouldn't have told me that. You be careful I don't put you over my knee when I get back. X

13:25:41: Sorry. Should i be careful that You do or careful that You don't? x

13:54:41: Sir, are You there? Are You going to put me over Your knee, and spank me for being such a naughty little girl teasing You like that? x

13:59:09: You're a horny little slut today, aint you? What's the matter? You missed your morning shag? Some of us have to work, you know. We can't all sit around naked, sending dirty emails all afternoon. X

14:02:45: i think that must be it. i've gotten so used to sex that when i find myself without it, it drives me a little mad. Do you have any thoughts on what i could do to help the situation? x 14:05:19: One or two; how about you play with my nipples and tits for the next 10 minutes, then email me back and tell me if you've cum yet. X

14:15:27: Thank You, Sir. i've cum once, but i still feel all antsy. Any more ideas? x

14:17:39: Really, girl, what am I going to do with you? How's my pussy, nice and wet? X

14:18:23: Yes, Sir, very. x

14:20:54: Very? Dear, oh deary, me. Well, you'd better get your fingers busy then, hadn't you? Just imagine it's my fingers slipping inside you, curving up onto that sweet spot while my palm rubs over that hard little bud of a clit. I'd expect 2 cums alone from that. X

14:32:32: Oh, thank You, Sir. I only have one problem now. x

14:33:54: And what's that pet? X

14:35:27: i'm even wetter now. x

14:38:06: I don't see that being a problem. I'm heading back to the hotel now. I'll call you in a few minutes. X



"Hiya."

"Hallo, Sir. How's you?"

"Stiff as a board, thanks to you. Give me two minutes to get in the door, and I'll tell you exactly what I do to naughty little girls who tease me"

"Oh, goody, Sir."

"It won't be, 'Oh, goody, Sir' when I get home. You're going to have difficulty walking by the time I'm through with you, young lady."

"In that case, oh, double goody, Sir."

"You incorrigible little wench. God, I wish you were waiting for me in the room. I swear the next time I have to go away on one of these things, you are coming with me."

"Yummy."

"So, where are you right now?"

"In your study, dribbling juices all over your big leather chair."

"You'll be cleaning those juices off my big leather chair with your tongue, won't you?"

"Yes, please, Sir."

"And how many fingers have you got inside my little puss?"

"Just the one, Sir."

"Only one? Well, you'd better get another one in there if you want it to feel like my cock."

"It'd take more than two fingers to feel like you, Sir."

"Yes, I know, I'm going to be sorting something out for you when I get back."

"Your cock?"

"Yes, that too. Just like it is in my hand right now, stiff and hard."

"Mmm, I wish it was in my hand."

"I wish it was in your mouth."

"Oh, y-yes, with me r-r-rolling my tongue round the, the tip and looking u-up in to your eyesss. Y-yo-our hands o-on my hair."

"Mmm, holding your head still while I fucked your mouth, your hands behind your back, totally at my mercy."

"O-o-ohhh God, yes, please, Sir."

"Good girl. What number was that?"

"F-f-f-our, Sssir."

"Clever girl. Have you got two fingers inside pussy yet?"

"Y-yes, Sir. With m-my palm pressing down on my clit, o-o-ohh God, Sir."

"I'm sorry, whose clit?"

"Yours, Sir; Your clit."

"That's it, good girl. Now fuck that pussy for me, let me hear how wet it is coz I'm gonna cum any second now. That's it, come on bitch, cum with me, oh yeah, oh fuck yess."

"Oh, oh, oh, Sir! Oh, yes, please, Sir."

"Oh, good girl; mmm, very good indeed. Now let me hear you cleaning off your fingers and my chair. That's the way, slide off and lap up all the sticky juices you've left on there. Mmm, phew, that hit the spot nicely. Everything nice and clean again for me?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"What time is it? Nearly three, oh dear I suppose I'd better get back. I've got another boring meeting, and then a very boring dinner with boring men and their equally boring wives."

"At anywhere nice?"

"The Dorchester."

"Wow, that is posh."

"Mmm, it is. It's just a shame about the company I'll have to keep tonight. Right, well, I'd better get going. I'll try and call you later on if I get a chance to, ok?"

"Ok, Sir. Have fun."

"Yeah, yeah. 'Bye, 'bye, pet."

"Bye, Sir."



"Hiya, Suzi? I am so glad I caught you at home. Could I ask you a huge favour?"

"Hiya, sweetie. Sure you can, what's up?"

"Ok, so, Sir has got to go to this really boring dinner tonight down in London, and I was thinking about going down and cheering Him up, but I don't think they let lurcher puppies in at the Dorchester. Any chance that you could dog-sit Magpie for me tonight? I'd be back about mid-morning or so tomorrow."

"I don't see that being a problem. I don't know, He leaves you alone for less than twelve hours, and you're already getting withdrawal symptoms."

"Yeah, I know -- hopeless."

"Nah, kinda sweet actually. Have you got a dress?"

"I've got that dark blue one we got last week. Do you think that'll be posh enough?"

"The silk one we got at Monsoon? God, yes, sweetie. If you've got time when you drop toots off, I'll do your hair all up nicely for you."

"Oh, super! Thanks, hon."

"No worries. Right, well get yourself together, and I'll see you in an hour or so."

"Cool. Thank you. See you in a bit."

"Ttfn, sweetie."

I was so excited about seeing Sir. I chucked on a pair of jeans and a vest on underneath one of Sir's shirts and carefully folded up my dress. It was crushed silk so I didn't need to worry too much about it, but I wanted it to look as perfect as it could. It actually took me longer to get Magpie ready, what with her bed, her toys and her food, than it took for me to pack everything I thought I'd need. I was out the door in record time though, and heading for Suzi's with a silly grin on my face. She sat me down and put my hair up like she had for the party, only this time she made the plaits stand out from my head. I couldn't stop wiggling, I knew I'd need three or four hours to get down to London and find the Dorchester; I figured a hotel like that would have parking, so I didn't worry about finding somewhere to park in the city. I'd worked out I could stop off somewhere before I actually got there and change into my dress. All I needed now was to get on the road and get down there before it got much later.  

Finally Suzi was finished. I turned round, and gave her a big hug to say thanks. I picked up Magpie and gave her a cuddle and a kiss, telling her to be good for her Auntie Suzi, and I was out the door. It was just past four when I stopped off to get fuel and a map of London. I'd never been there before, and I really didn't want to get lost. All the way down, I was trembling with excitement. It wasn't just seeing Sir; I'd said "Goodbye" to Him this morning at half past four when He'd set off. It was more the thrill of doing something unexpected all by on my own. 

I had a mixed CD playing on the way down; I'd made it myself out of different albums that Sir and I both liked. He liked older 70's and 80's music; I preferred more rock, though I was starting to like some of the stuff He played. Like I said to Him last week, I was turning into a hippy little rock chick. 

The motorway was fairly clear until I got onto the North Circular, and then the traffic piled up. I found a little service station, and nipped in there to get changed. By the time I'd done that, traffic had cleared a little. I remember I was making quite good time, and then everything went black.



Liverpool Ch. 15



Ok apologises for this one taking a bit of time, it was all written and ready to go, I just needed to be sure I was going in the right direction with the next chapter before I commited myself with this one. Once again, huge ty to my editor sdbnnc for all her help with this story and with general stuff. And big hugs to my own Sir for His wisdom. Enjoy the story x



The next thing I knew, there were bright lights over me. I was flat on my back and someone was pressing their knuckles really hard on the middle of my chest. I tried to push the hand away, and opened my eyes. 

"Hello. Can you hear me?"

I rolled my eyes over to the person speaking to me. My head felt like it was splitting in two, and my top jaw was killing me. I tried to say, "My head hurts," but I think it came out more like, "My 'ed 'uurrts." 

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" There was a man in bright green clothes standing over me with a stethoscope hanging round his neck. 

I stopped and thought about it for a minute. Now that he mentioned it, my right leg was sending me all sorts of "ouch" messages. "My right leg is bloody killing, and I don't half feel heavy."

"Your right leg, yeah, we'd expect that to hurt a bit; you've broken it in three places. The heavy feeling is from the drugs we've given you for the pain."

"They're not bloody working then, are they? Oww, where's Sir?"

"Who's sir?"

I pushed my eyelids up, and looked at the doctor. "Sir is on here," I said, as I tried to find my collar. The tag on it had Sir's name and mobile number, but the only collar was the thick plastic one that was supporting my neck.

"Where's my collar gone?"

"The black dog collar you were wearing? It's here with the rest of your stuff."

"Sir is on there."

"And he's your next of kin is he?"

"Yes; He's my everything. What time is it?"

"Just got ten pm. You've been out for a couple of hours."

"Oh, my head hurts."

"Yep, it will do." He turned away to give my collar to one of the nurses. I didn't hear what she said but the tone was horrible.

"What's wrong?"

"With you?"

"No, with her."

The doctor looked around for a minute, and leaned in close to me. "Megan, is there anyone forcing you to wear that collar or hurting you in anyway? You're quite safe here; no one can get at you."

"Sir doesn't hurt me. If I do something wrong, I stand in the corner for ten minutes, and that's only if I keep ap – apllo – saying 'sorry' too much."

"So there's no one hurting you?"

"No, not any more."

"Did someone hurt you before?"

"Yes, but I don't live with her now. I live with Sir. My face hurts."

"Where about's? Here in London?"

"No, hang on. Why am I in London?"

"You don't remember? We think you were going to a party. You had a very nice dress on."

I had to think hard about this, it was like wading through cotton wool though. What the hell was I doing in London? Sir was in London; was I coming down to see Him? A tiny scrap of memory floated up, something about the Dorchester hotel. I held my finger up and smiled a little.

"The Dorchester. Sir's having dinner with some very -- oww, very dull people. Least He's got a good excuse to get out of it now."

"Were you going to meet him there?"

"Yes, but, ssshhh, don't tell Him that. It's a surprise, ok?"

"I think he'll be getting enough of a surprise as it is. We were going to take you up for an CAT scan of your head; you weren't awake to ask so we did a pregnancy test to make sure you could go for it. Now I have to tell you it came back positive; do you understand?"

"I'm pregnant? Yep, Sir's definitely going to get a surprise."

"I take it you didn't know then?"

"Nope. So now what?"

"Well, we're going to do an ultrasound scan of your belly, see how far along you are, and how the little one's doing and at the same time, we're . . . " He was interrupted by Sir barging through the doors, still dressed in His white dress shirt with His very dark blue bow-tie hanging loose around His neck. He looked oh, so very handsome right then. 

"Megan, pet, oh, little one, are you ok?" He was at my side in a flash, holding onto my hand and stroking it softly.

"I feel like I got hit by a bus."

"It was only a transit van, pet."

"It was?"

"Yes. Don't you remember? You were overtaking it when it blew out a tire, and toppled over on top of your car. That's what the nurse told me anyway."

"Oh. Is the driver ok?"

"The driver? Oh, you mean the van driver. I assume so -- Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Is the other driver ok?"

"Yes, cuts and bruises mainly. He broke his arm, but other than that he'll be fine."

"Oh, that's good. Sir, guess what?"

"What?"

"I've got your baby in me," I said shyly, pointing at my lower belly. It took Him a minute to understand my garbled speech, but He got there in the end.

"Oh my God, you mean my baby? You're pregnant?"

"Yes," and I smiled at Him, quite pleased with His shocked expression. "Are you happy?"

"Happy? Oh, pet, I'm over the fucking moon!" He let out a wild whoop that made me giggle then cradle my head. "Oh, pet, I'm sorry. Am I making too much noise?"

"No, it's ok."

"Oh, pet. Ok, Doc, what happens next?"

"As I was just explaining, we're going to scan all Megan's internal organs; make sure everything there is as it should be as well as the foetus. We've had the x-rays back; her left cheek has caved in and she's got a hairline crack in the orbit, the eye socket, so the max-fax people will be coming to see you shortly. Other than her right leg, which shouldn't need surgery, there are no other broken bones. She was very lucky."

"The who people?"

"The maxillary facial people; they're doctors who specialise in faces, sort of like plastic surgeons."

"Oh, ok, so no back or neck problems then?"

"'No, the x-rays were all clear. We were going to take the collar off when Megan woke up and we'd had a chance to see if she was sore anywhere."

"So are you doing the scan before or after you've checked on her back?"

"We'll do her back first. It'll take about ten minutes or so, why don't you wait outside?"

"Ok, Doc. Listen pet, I'm just going to go call Ross, let him know what's happened and tell him the good news, ok?"

"Ok. Say, 'Hi' to Suzi for me."

"Of course. Where's Magpie?" He looked panicked for a minute, then relaxed when I explained.

"She's at Suzi's. I dropped her off before I came down. I didn't think they'd let her in at the hotel."

"No, quite right. You stay right there, and I'll be back in a few minutes, ok?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," He dropped a kiss on my forehead, and left me wiggling with pleasure at His words and surrounded by doctors and nurses.

"Right, Megan, let's see if your back hurts anywhere. If you feel any pain you tell me, ok? You don't nod or shake your head, you say something, got it?"

"Yes, I got it."

"Ok, everybody. On my count, three, two, one, roll."

I was pulled up onto my left side, my head supported by warm hands. I realised I was naked under the gown they'd put on top of me, and while that would have seriously freaked me out a few weeks ago, I was used to having my naked body touched and looked at by different people by now so it wasn't that big a deal. I frowned when the docter got about midway between my shoulder blades. 

"Hang on."

"Does that hurt?"

"Go up a bit . . . no, not up my back, like up my ribs. Yes, there, that hurts."

"That's in your ribs; they're not broken, just a bit bruised. It'll make breathing harder for a couple of weeks, that's all. But it doesn't hurt in your spine?"

"No."

"Ok, then; off we go again," and he carried on poking and prodding down my back. "And that doesn't hurt at all anywhere?"

"No, it's fine."

"Ok, then. I'm just going to poke a finger up your back passage, make sure you're ok down there."

I giggled slightly and said, "Ok, but anything more, and you'll have to ask Sir."

"No, nothing more. Can you squeeze in for me?"

"Yes."

"Ok, that's fine. Now we're going to lay you flat again, so everybody ready, on my count, three, two, one and back. There we go, Megan, all done and we can get this collar off now."

"Can I get my collar back on now?"

"Your leather one?"

"Yes."

"I don't see why not."

I tried to smile, but my cheek was really starting to hurt now. "Thank you, doctor."

"You're very welcome. Will I tell Clive he can come back in?"

"Yes, please."

"Ok, the max-fax people shouldn't be long; obs and gynie said they were sending someone down straight away. Speaking of which, Megan, this is Sally, she's one of the obstetric nurses here in the hospital. Sally, I'll just fill you in on Miss Swann here." He took the pretty nurse over to one side as Sir came back in.

"You all done then?"

"Yes. You're just in time for the scan."

"Great. I spoke to Suzi; she is more than happy to keep taking care of Magpie for us, and she sends big hugs and kisses and says congratulations. And Ross is going to go over to the house tomorrow, and pick up some clean clothes for you and then they'll come down tomorrow night with your stuff."

"That's cool, thank you." I was getting really tired. "Oww."

"What's wrong, pet?"

"It hurts to yawn, and I'm sleepy."

"Hey, you've got to stay awake to see our baby."

"Ok, but then can I go to sleep?"

"I should think that'd be ok. Hiya, Doc."

"You're back just in time."

"Yep, Megan was saying that. Poor little one, you're a tired girl, ain't you?"

"Yes."

The doctor came over, and looked at the screen above my head. "All her obs are stable. Does she normally sleep after a shock?"

"Yeah, she had the flu in February, and I think she slept for a week."

"We'll keep an eye on her, but I think she'll be fine. Everything's been fairly normal since the paramedics got to her. I'll leave you in Sally's capable hands."

I saw Sir thank the doctor and turn to look at the brunette nurse. He turned back and raised His eyebrows at me, asking with His eyes if I liked her. I pursed my lips and shrugged my shoulders. If I was fit and in one piece I might have been tempted to play along with Him; as it was, I just smiled and shook my head. I knew fine well He wasn't actively chasing her, just enjoying the scenery. 

Sally was very efficient, placing the gown and towels where she needed to, nudging Sir in the belly with her elbow when He got too close to me.

"Really, Mr. Anders, you are going to have to give me some room to work here. I'm not going to hurt your girlfriend. Look, why don't you go and sit by her head, and I'll turn the screen round when I've found the baby."

I held my hand out for Him, and He came up to stroke my hair away from my bashed-in face. Sally spread the cold gel onto my stomach, apologising quickly when I squeaked and wiggled away from it.

"Hold still, pet. How's this poor lass ever supposed to find our little girl when you're jumping around all over the place?"

"Oh, so it's a girl is it?" It was getting harder to talk as my face swelled up.

"Yes, it's a girl. I just know these things."

"And how do you know is a girl?"

"'Coz only a daughter of yours would hide herself away until she couldn't help being noticed."

"That's true. A son of yours would have been pushing his way to the front of the queue to be seen."

"Here you go then," Sally said, swinging the monitor round so we could see. "There's your baby. You can see the heart pumping away there, nice and strong. Do you have any idea about the conception date?"

"No, sorry. We've only just found out that Megan is pregnant."

"Ok, well, let's see now," Sally began pushing buttons and making notes. "From the length of baby, I'd say you were about twelve to thirteen weeks gone, so end of February, beginning of March I'd say."

"That's the first time we met up, Sir, the second of March," I turned to Him, all excited then stopped when I saw the complacent grin on His face. "You don't need to look so smug about it."

"What can I say, I'm a potent man."

"And what? I just lay there?"

"No, you're a potent woman too," He really couldn't keep the smile off His face and I knew, I just knew, the first chance He'd got, He'd brag about how He'd gotten me pregnant on our first night together. 

"So did you not suspect anything was out with your periods?"

"No, they're all over the place. I went six months without a drop once; I just figured it was the same."

"Ok, well, we'll need to test you for rubella antibodies. I take it you had your MMR? And we'll need to get you on some folic acid supplements, things like that but I can come back later, once you've seen the surgeons if you like."

"Yes, please. Men -- look at Him. You'd think no one ever gotten someone pregnant before."

"Would you like to know the sex?"

"Yes, please."

"Ok, if we can just get baby to move this leg out the way, . . . and . . . there we go, you were right, it's a girl."

"Told you so, pet."

"Yeah, yeah. So not only are you a sex god and all round stud, but you're psychic as well."

"Is that anyway to talk to your sex god, all round stud, psychic Master?"

I sat and thought about it for a minute, "Yes?"

"You cheeky little slut."

The nurse looked horrified, but I grinned back up at Him and said, "Yes, but I'm your cheeky little slut. You got a problem with that?"

"None whatsoever, my pet," He kissed my hand and shook His head at me wincing. "Stop yawning if it's painful."

"I can't; I'm sleepy."

"I tell you what, you go to sleep and I'll wake you up if anyone wants to see you."

"Ok, Sir. Night-night."

And that was it. I shut my eyes and was out like a light. Sir told me the next day that I'd slept through everything, from getting my leg put in plaster, to moving from A&E up onto a ward. The nurses checked in on me every half hour or so. Sir didn't leave my bedside until Ross came in the next afternoon with Suzi and a bag of clothes for me. My head was still throbbing with my pulse whenever I moved too quickly, though it was settling, and my leg hardly hurt at all now that it had been plastered. 

Suzi's lips twitched with every mangled sound I made. She joked it was a good thing she had worked with battered lassies before; it was the only way she could understand me. We soon settled in and did the girly thing about babies, names, outfits, colour schemes for the bedroom. Sir and Ross heard the word "baby" and left, going off to talk about the male things about babies -- the sleepless nights, the lack of sex, and I'm fairly sure I heard the word "cost" too. 

I knew Sir was only kidding. That Tarzan whoop in A&E meant more to me than He would ever know. It meant He wanted me, and not just me, He wanted my babies too. He wanted me to be the mother of His children. I knew we were going to be having a large family, just from the sheer amount of sex we had, and that was fine by me too. I'd hated being an only child, all that pressure on me to be perfect, coz there wasn't anyone else around to fix things if I screwed up. 

The face doctors had come round earlier. The surgeon taking care of me was a very lush chap, Mr Pinto, a Spanish man with deep brown eyes you could just drown in. He began to tell how they would fix my cheek. I think I got as far as, "Lift the upper lip on the left side, and cut in through there," before I started to feel sick. 

"I don't want to know, ok? Really, no."

"You're squeamish?"

"No, I just hate anything medical to do with my mouth. I have a wisdom tooth on the upper right side that's more hole than tooth, and I won't go to the dentist, no matter how bad it hurts. Actually, that's a thought, you wouldn't like to take that out for me while I'm asleep, would you?"

"Let me see it then." I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him poke in there as long as I could stand it. "Yeah, that needs to come out. We'll do it while you're under the anaesthetic. And I hear congratulations are in order."

"Yeah, we only found out last night. The operation won't hurt her will it?"

"You know the sex already?"

"Yeah. I'm about three months gone."

"Then everything should be fine. I'll book you in for first thing tomorrow morning; the anaesthetist should be round and all I need now is your autograph on the consent form."

I was just telling Suzi all about Mr. Pinto when Sir put His head round the door in to my ward, and told me my Dad was here, asking if I was up to seeing him.

"Yeah, of course. Send him in," I sat up a little straighter and smoothed my hair as best I could. It was still in the plaits from last night so it didn't look too horrendous.

"Meggie, what have you been doing to yourself, girl?" Dad's worried face appeared round the door to my room.

"A transit van fell on top of my car, Daddy. Sorry, I think it a write off"

"I don't care about the car, I need to know that you're ok?"

"Well, I broke my leg and my cheek bone's been caved in, which is getting fixed tomorrow morning. Other than that I'm fine."

"I am so glad to hear it. Clive, how are you?" Dad turned to see Sir as He came in.

"I'm brilliant. Suzi, Ross is wanting to go."

"My daughter is lying in a hospital bed and you're brilliant?'" Dad's voice couldn't have gotten any frostier. Suzi gave my arm a quick squeeze and slipped out the line of fire. 

"You haven't told him?" Sir came and stood beside me. There was only one chair in the room, and Dad was sitting on it at the minute.

"He only just got here."

"Told me what?"

"Now, Daddy, I don't want you getting all upset." I took a deep breath; there was no way of telling how this would go. "I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby in six months."

His jaw dropped and his shoulders slumped; he looked totally crestfallen. "Your mother is going to kill you. Oh, Meggie, how did this happen?"

"Well when a Mummy and a Daddy love each other very much . . . "

"Not funny, Megan, I'm serious here. I suppose this is as good a time as any to explain, did you ever wonder why your Mother and I got married?"

"Frequently."

"It's like this. Your mother got pregnant before we were really together. It was her twenty-first birthday party, and we'd been going out on and off for about six months. We got quite drunk that night and, well, one thing led to another. She kicked me out of bed right afterwards, and I could tell she regretted it, so I left her alone for a few weeks to see if she would calm down. I got a call six weeks later, asking me to go round to see her. I thought she'd changed her mind, wanted me back. Instead she told me she was pregnant with you, and that we'd have to get married so her parents wouldn't get upset."

"So, did they know, Grandmother and Grandpa, I mean?"

"Oh yes, they knew, and they completely disapproved of the whole thing. You know what they're like though, they couldn't let a bastard grandchild into the family. It would have ruined their reputation at the church. We were married by the next weekend, and they bought us the house. Well, they bought Elaine the house. I was allowed to live there, that's about all, and even then it was under sufferance."

"Is that why she hated me so much?"

"I don't know, Meggie. It might have had something to do with it. I'm sorry, I didn't know what was happening."

"It's ok, Dad. You've given me a little insight into her world and it explains a lot. The difference here is I love Sir and He loves me."

For some reason I knew everything was going to be alright. The knowledge that I was carrying a child made me feel stronger, more confident. I also knew how I had been raised was wrong, pushed away, shut out. I was determined that this child and any others who might join her would never be treated the way I had been. I looked up at Sir, standing beside my bed, and smiled at Him. The pride in His eyes, how He stood tall and strong only made me love Him more. The bell rang for the end of visiting hours; dinner would be coming round soon. Dad got up and hugged me gently, kissing my good cheek and whispering, "I'm glad you're ok, Meggie," before he left. Sir stayed by my bed, moving into the seat recently vacated by Dad and held on my hand. 




Liverpool Ch. 15



"Don't you have to go?" I asked Him.

"Do you want me to?"

"No, but I'm guessing you're going to get chucked out in a few minutes," I said sadly.

"I had a quiet word with the nurses. As long as we keep the noise down, and as long as you're in a private room, I can stay all day if I want to."

"Really? That's so cool."

"It is, and the doctors said you should be able to go home a few days after your surgery, provided everything goes according to plan."

"I'm sorry about all this."

"It's not your fault."

"If I hadn't been coming to London to see you, I wouldn't have had a van fall on me."

"Yeah, true. But then I would have been stuck at that dreadful dinner for hours and hours, and we wouldn't have found out about our little girl. And this gives me the perfect excuse to spend more time with you. I'm taking next week off work to laze around with you."

"Ok, then. So can I be girly for a minute?"

"Depends on what you had in mind."

"Baby names?"

"Ok, hit me. What have you and Suzi come up with?"

"Well, Suzi likes Clarissa," I stopped when I saw His nose wrinkle in disgust. "Yeah, that's what I thought too. I was more thinking Lucy or Sophie."

"Lucy's nice, I like that. Phew, that was fairly painless. Anything else?"

"Nope, hadn't really gotten beyond that."

"There's plenty time ahead for everything else. We've got half a year to sort it all out."

"I know. Seems like an awful long time."

"One step at a time, yeah? Just like Ross said."

"Yep, I remember. Oh, I hope dinner comes soon."

"You hungry?"

"A bit; plus dinner time is pain killer time, always good."

"You junkie you," He said with a teasing smile.

"Hey, you try having a broken leg and a smashed up face, and then tell me you'd be able to cope without painkillers."

"I know; I was only teasing."

"Besides, I'm bored out of my skull lying here. At least the food breaks up the monotony."

"You've barely been here a day!"

"I know. I've kinda gotten used to being busy I guess. I've got nothing to do here."

"Would you like a couple of books?"

"Oh, God, yes please."

"I'll go see what they've got downstairs when your dinner comes. I need to get something to eat myself."

"Ok, that would be good, Sir. Thank you. Anything other than Catharine Cookson and that sort of thing though, I'm not quite that desperate yet."

"I get the idea. I'll be back in ten, fifteen minutes."

Soon after He left, the nurse popped her head round the door and asked what I'd like to eat. By the time Sir reappeared, I was making slow progress through chicken stew and rice. I'd loosened a couple of teeth in the accident and eating was a bit of an effort. 

We spent the rest of the evening just being close. The last two days had been so life changing we needed the time to reconnect with each other. He kicked His shoes off and climbed into bed beside me, holding me tight to His chest and stroking my hair. We didn't speak much, I didn't think much, I simply lay there and cuddled into Him. I don't know how long we were like that before I fell asleep. I do know some rules were broken that night 'coz when I woke up the next morning, He was still there.



Liverpool Ch. 16



Sorry that this has been so long in coming and thank you for your patience. And thanks once again to sdbnnc for all her help in editing this story. I hope you all enjoy this new instalment.



A week after the accident, I was back at home. I'd had my operation; my cheekbone had been popped back out where it should be, though with all the swelling it was hard to tell if there were going to be any lasting scars. Sir spent the whole time I was in hospital down in London with me, spending as much time as He could in my room or on my bed. We'd scared each other silly, and even now we touched whenever we could, wrapping fingers round each other's palm or simply resting a hand here and there; His hands on my head or on the small of my back, my hands on His thigh or chest. We couldn't get enough of each other, always testing to see if the other was really there and not just a dream. 

Suzi had gone over to the house and gotten everything ready for me the day before I was due to get home. "Home" -- that word had such a good feeling to it: my home; His home; our home, together. I couldn't wait to get back there, but I had to satisfy the physio's that I could walk with crutches first. I'd broken my fibula in two places (top and bottom), and my tibia at the bottom. I was going to be in a cast for at least six weeks, maybe more, depending on how fast I healed. The doctors wouldn't let me leave hospital until I could prove I could get around at home without falling on my arse, and causing more damage to myself or harming the little one I carried inside me.

The whole trip back home, I squirmed in my seat. It'd been over a week since Sir and I last had sex, and I was feeling well enough to be horny again. The only reason I didn't lean over and get my mouth round Sir's cock was my leg. I couldn't swing myself round in the car seat because of my cast. As we turned into the drive, I looked for Magpie. I didn't know how much she'd missed me, but I'd missed her dreadfully. Sir stopped the car in His usual place, right outside the kitchen door, and as the door opened a little black and white shape came hurtling out and round to the passenger side of the car. 

I opened my door, and Magpie leaped inside and on top of me, snuffling in my ears and around my nose, giving me little licks and nips, telling me off for staying away for so long. I had to put her down to get out of the car, and she stayed right behind me, glued to my good leg. Even when I had gotten inside and sat down at the table, she wouldn't let me out of her reach, lying down and putting her nose on my foot. 

Suzi came over, hugged me, and sat down while Sir heaved my bag in from the car. My left leg felt so weak; I'd done nothing but lie around for a week, and it was shocking how much strength I could lose in so short a time. I had to sit and watch as He took my bag into the utility room and started sorting out my clothes.

"Sir, leave it. I'll do it in a little while."

"Pet, the only thing you're going to be doing in a little while is sitting on your arse and resting," Sir replied.

"I can manage my chores, Sir. Please?'

Sir came over the table and sat beside me, and then said, "No, not for a week or so you won't. I've asked Michael if we could borrow Lilly for a few days."

I was surprised how much that hurt, although I knew Sir was just concerned about me, and couldn't stop myself saying, "You're replacing me? Sir, please don't do this. Honestly, You don't need to; I'll be fine."

"It's only until you're back up and mobile again, that's all. I don't want you putting any strain on yourself," Sir persisted.

"Washing a few clothes and cooking is not going to put any strain on me at all," I insisted.

"Ahha, and what about the garden? And Magpie -- she'll need to be walked. And then there's the dusting and the Hoovering. No. Lilly will be coming in and helping you out for the next week. We can reassess how you're doing after that, ok?"

"I suppose so, Sir."

"Good girl. Now go on upstairs, and have a lie down for a bit," Sir replied.

"Sir, I've done nothing but . . ." I began, hearing the whining tone even as I spoke the words.

"'But' nothing, young lady. Arse upstairs now," Sir interrupted with a smile, and then leant down and whispered in my ear, "If you hurry up, I'll join you shortly."

I got up as quickly as I could and, after giving Suzi a hug to say good-bye, hobbled over to the stairs. Going up them was tricky, I knew coming back down would be easier since I could just sit and bump down them on my backside. Still, I got to the top of the stairs in the end. Magpie followed me, and she would have jumped up onto the bed beside me had I not told her to go to her own bed. She lay down with a sigh, and watched me get undressed. I couldn't wear trousers at the minute; most of my jeans were skin-tight and wouldn't fit over my cast, so my skirts were getting a lot of usage. Luckily the weather was hot; I hated to think what it would have been like in the middle of winter with me wandering around in little skirts that barely reached my knees. 

I was looking forward to being with Sir again, to touching Him without clothes getting in the way. I would have been even more eager if I hadn't felt like a wolfhound. I had no chance to shave or wax the whole time I was on the ward, and I was definitely on the fuzzy side. I heard Suzi leaving, and Sir locking up downstairs. I'd pulled the covers up, and shut the bedroom curtains to hide how unkempt I looked from Sir. I knew Sir would feel how hairy I was soon enough, and I wasn't acting out of vanity, but because I wanted to be as perfect as possible for Him. Sir bounded upstairs and into the bedroom, pulling off His clothes as He rushed in. 

"What's with the hiding, miss?"

"Nothing," I said.

"Liar," Sir relied. Sir sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to peel the covers from me. "Come on then, spill," Sir persisted.

I screwed my nose up and said, "I'm all fuzzy."

"All what?" Sir said incredulously.

"Fuzzy; I haven't had a chance to shave or anything," I explained.

"Ahh, I see. And you honestly think I care?" Sir responded.

"I don't know; I do. I hate feeling all woolly; I look like a bloody wolfhound," I wasn't looking at Sir, and I knew I sounded like a sulky child.

Sir took hold of my chin and lifted it, making me look Him in the eye. "Right now, pet, I couldn't care less. I tell you what, I will take you into town in a couple of hours, and you can get pampered and preened to your heart's content. In the meantime, if I don't fuck you soon I swear I will not be held responsible for the outcome," and Sir dived in for a kiss.

The quilt was ripped from my grasp, and Sir began ravishing me. It seems a strange word to use, but that's exactly what it felt like. He was reclaiming His property and to be wanted and needed like that was so lustful. Sir grabbed hold of my wrists in one hand, holding them above my head whilst the other hand groped my breasts, pulling them up so that He could nibble at my nipples. I winced slightly as my ribs were pulled about, and Sir immediately stopped.

"Are you alright, pet? I didn't hurt you?" He asked anxiously.

"It's fine; I don't care. Please, Sir, I need you," I replied.

He relaxed and told me to hold onto the brass rail that ran the length of the headboard. Returning His mouth to my breasts, His hands moved down over my belly, and between my legs. He spread them as far apart as He could, and began playing with my clit. At the same time, He wiggled two fingers inside me. There was no finesse here, only pure lust, and as soon as He thought I was wet enough for Him, He moved up and positioned His rock solid cock at my pussy. He thrust inside me with one push of His hips, driving Himself up to the hilt with His first shove. 

That first push was almost brutal. Sir gave me no time to adjust to His size and it felt like coming home. I was locked in His arms, His whole body pressed against mine, and He just held me like that for ages. He didn't pound into me or even twitch His hips, simply held me with His cock buried in my pussy, and laid a trail of kisses along my neck and shoulders. Eventually He began to move, long slow strokes that caressed every part of me. He lifted Himself up onto one elbow, looking down at me while His other hand held my hips tightly. He dropped soft, sweet kisses on my forehead, on my cheeks, on my lips -- anywhere He could reach. 

My hands were on Sir's hips, despite His instruction that I should hold onto the headboard. I couldn't resist trying to pull Him deeper into me, and my head lifted itself off the pillow to receive His kisses. Sir's voice was rumbling, rough with lust as He told me how good I felt, how He'd missed me, missed His pussy wrapped round His cock, missed being able to kiss and nuzzle at His tits. And all the time His cock drove in and out of me like a metronome, and all I could do was hang on and thank God I'd lived so I could feel this again. 

Time seemed to stand still; there was nothing else in the world except us two and our bed. We looked each other in the eye; Sir held my gaze as I came over and over again. I felt Him speed up, and hooked my good leg over His back, matching each thrust Sir made with one of my own. He gathered me up into His arms, holding me up off the bed so tightly I barely could breathe. 

My arms came up and over Sir's shoulders, my fingers digging in as Sir buried His face into the little hollow where my neck met my shoulder and bit me hard, making me cry out. It was bliss to be back where I belonged, and I cried as Sir came, tears that I couldn't and wouldn't hold back, tears of joy that ran down my face and onto Sir's neck. Sir lifted His head and kissed them away, and asked, "Are you alright, little one?"

"I'm fine. I'd just forgotten how good you feel," I replied.

"Oh, pet, I know what you mean. I thought I'd lost you for a minute there. I don't know if I ever want to let you out of my sight again," Sir said.

"I don't think I want ever to be out of your sight again," I said smiling through my tears.

"Shall we get married?" Sir asked.

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, really," Sir said with a smile.

"Yes, please, Sir," I said.

"We can go and talk to the registry people this afternoon if you like," Sir said.

"Sir, could we wait 'til I don't look quite so shocking?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Sir replied, "You look beautiful."

"You are a very bad liar, Sir. I look like I've gone three rounds with Mike Tyson, and if it's OK with you, I'd like to be able to walk down the aisle, not hobble," I insisted

"That's fine, but as soon as you're back walking, we are getting married," Sir pressed His point.

"OK, but by then I'll look like a baby hippopotamus!" 

"You will not; you will look glowing," Sir punctuated His remark with a kiss. "And beautiful," with another kiss; "And radiant," with which Sir smothered me with kisses all over my body. Sir's attentions set me giggling, until Sir asked, "I suppose I'd better ask your father's permission?"

"It might be a good idea," I thoughtfully replied.

"What about your mother?" Sir asked, with the air of a man determined to clear the decks once and for all.

"Oh, she won't care. If anything, I'll just get a bollocking for doing the same thing she did," I stated, knowing that the love I shared with Sir was what made it possible to be so matter-of-fact about my difficult relationship with my mother.

"True," Sir agreed, "And I'd have to spend the whole day being polite to her. I don't think I could manage that."

"Nope; me neither. I'll get Suzi to stand in and do all the 'mother' things instead. We can go dress shopping together," I finished up with a smile.

Sir hadn't pulled out of me once He'd cum, and I could feel how He was getting hard inside me. I wiggled against Him, letting Him know I wanted Him again. This time He was gentle, making love with me, covering my body with soft caresses then licking each place He'd touched. The initial need gone, we could take our time, reacquainting ourselves with each other's touch, smell, sight and taste, hearing the sounds our bodies made as they moved together. Sir slipped His tongue in my mouth and groaned as I sucked on it, curling my own tongue round it. Every sense in my body was alive as I watched Sir's bright blue eyes darken as He got closer to filling me full of His cum once more. I whimpered as I felt Sir growing even bigger inside me, and He whispered to me, "I love the way you sound when you cum; my little pet bitch asking for more."

I groaned at the names Sir called me. As He drove into me -- hard, fast strokes that caused me to shatter into a thousand pieces, He held my chin, keeping my eyes on His face as He came deep inside me, Sir's cock jumping as my pussy twitched around Him. We stared at each other, feeling our bodies where they met: Sir's arm round my waist; my leg around Sir's thigh. We never were closer than we were right then, until Magpie decided she'd been left out long enough and bounced onto the bed beside us. Having a curious puppy shoving her nose into my ear broke the spell, and we started laughing at her and at each other. 

Sir slipped out of me and went to the bathroom, leaving me to explain to our overly nosy puppy about private time. Magpie cocked her head to one side as though she was thinking about it, and then shoved her nose into my ear again and sneezed. As I was busy wiping puppy snot off my ear lobe, Sir came back and looked at me like, "What the fuck?" When I explained, Sir started laughing again, and then I got the giggles and couldn't stop. This happened to me occasionally -- I would get a thought or an image, and that was me gone for five or ten minutes. I hadn't laughed like that in ages, and it felt so good, even though it made my ribs ache. 

Sir helped me to get dressed, and we went into town. He'd been on the phone for a while before we went out, and had that "Me, up to something?" look on His face when He dropped me off at the salon. I had made good friends with a couple of the girls there, and they'd heard all about the accident from Suzi. I was welcomed back with open arms. I got waxed before I did anything else; I really couldn't stand being so hairy any longer. It drove me crazy, walking around looking like I didn't care about my body. Callie's warm hands soothing the warm wax over my limbs again felt so good (although we had to behave ourselves since Sir wasn't there). Once I was back to my usual smooth self, Callie helped me to turn over and gave me a massage, working out all the knots in my spine and shoulders. I swear, I nearly fell asleep on the table. Sir had tried to give me a massage once, but His idea of massage was too light for me; my muscles preferred to be kneaded rather than stroked. 

Eventually though, I had to get up. I moved slowly and thoughtfully as I went though to get my hair cut. Sir's proposal had come a little out of the blue; I figured the accident had changed everything for Him. And I could understand that; I felt the same. The prospect of loosing Sir loomed so large that I barely could bring myself to think about it. I knew that, having that same loss suddenly looming over Him, it had been tough for Sir to wait a week to ask me to marry Him. 

Yet even with the question asked and answered, nothing about our relationship really had changed. Sir still knew everything about my family, whereas I knew very little about His, other than that they could be claustrophobically tight at times, and that Sir had moved 240 miles to escape them. I knew Sir's parents were Catholic, that He was one of six brothers and two sisters (including two sets of twins), and that Sir was born right in the middle. 

What I didn't know was who Sir got on with best in His family; whether His family knew about me and, if they did what they thought about me, and if they didn't, why not? It struck me that we'd talked a lot about me – my life and my upbringing -- and virtually not at all about Sir's background. I wanted to know how He was brought up so I could see how our baby would or could be brought up. 

Don't get me wrong. I wanted to marry Sir so badly it was like an ache in my chest; I just wanted to know that seven or eight years down the line, we'd still be able to talk without having to use lawyers, and I really didn't want our children to have to decide who they wanted to live with. I decided I would sit down with Sir, and ask Him about everything that was going through my head. 

I'd learned through our huge argument over Magpie that we needed to talk much more than I ever had with any of my other boyfriends. There were so many different parts to our lives that depended on a deep level of trust to work. With other men or boyfriends, I'd been quite happy to let things slide by. I hadn't been bothered if they'd had things to hide, things locked away; I knew I kept things hidden from them. But with Sir, I'd opened myself up fully and let Him see every part of me. If we were going marry, I needed Sir to do the same. I was terrified He wouldn't or couldn't do that, and we'd have to rethink the whole idea. I was desperate not to lose Sir; I would have done anything to stay in His life – anything except be fobbed off, and treated like a little child, patted on the head, and told not to worry about grown-up things. 

By the time I'd worked up enough courage to think things through clearly my hair was finished and Sir was sitting waiting for me. He helped me back out to the car and we drove out to the old airport. There was an American style diner there that was our favourite restaurant, mainly coz of the huge plates of ribs in all sorts of delicious coatings. I could eat with my hands and would usually end up in a very sticky mess, with Sir sucking my fingers clean. We were shown to a little booth, tucked away in the corner where we could have some privacy and where we could sit side by side, still touching an arm or a leg. Once we'd placed our orders and we were alone again, I turned to Him and took a deep breath.

"Sir, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can, what's up?"

"I was wondering if I could ask how you were brought up? You seem to know everything about me and my family..." I stopped and shrugged, I didn't know how to finish the sentence. 

"How I was brought up? In a large noisy household run by my mum. Dad was hardly ever there, he was a carpenter and worked every hour that he could to keep the house going, Mum looked after us and half the neighbourhood's kids too, so we never really had much time for ourselves. I think one of the reasons I moved up here was for the peace. It was ok, you never had the chance to be lonely, there was always someone around if you wanted to go out exploring, that's all we seemed to do at the weekends or in the holidays but trying to find somewhere quiet to think was next to impossible."

"Do they know about me?"

"Eric, he's the oldest, he knows I've got a girlfriend and so does Carrie, she's my little sister. I don't really talk to any of the others. I'll send an email round and let them know I'm getting married again, though I doubt if many of them will come. For the most part they're all very good Catholics and they really didn't approve of me getting divorced."

"It wasn't your fault though."

"No, I know, however their thinking is if I'd married a good Catholic girl in the first place we wouldn't have gotten divorced. They understood in the end why we had to spilt up, doesn't mean they liked it."

"Do they know about you being a Dom?"

"No, it's not something I can talk about with them, I mean they do get that I run the house and that is something they do approve of. I was brought up to believe that the women did as they were told by the men and that's what makes a happy house, so on the outside, me being in control like I am is a perfectly normal thing. We don't discuss sex at all though, never have."




Liverpool Ch. 16



"It's funny how you're so open about it with me then."

"That's been years of practice, nothing else."

"So is that how you want to bring up this little one, like you were?"

"I don't know, haven't really thought about it. I'm guessing you have though."

"Yeah, a bit. It's hard to explain, to put in to words."

"You have a feeling about it, yes?"

"Yeah, I know I feel how I was brought up wasn't good, sorry, that's terrible English, but it's the closest I can get to how I feel."

"You feel you were badly brought up?"

"It's not so much it was bad, there are people out there who have gone through a hell of a lot worse, I just think it could have been better."

"That's ok, I agree and if we're smart enough we can look back and see how we can change things for our little one."

"And whoever else comes along."

"You're planning on having more than one are you?"

"Well I probably won't go as far as your parents and have eight. I hated being an only child though, so much pressure to be perfect."

"We'll see. Like Ross said, one step at a time, ok?"

"Ok, one step at a time."

"And the first one is this." He twisted round in His seat and pulled a little box out of His pocket. "Megan, pet, will you marry me?" He said opening it to reveal a wide banded ring set with different stones. They were set in to a line in the rose coloured gold that dipped in to a 'v' shape.

"Sir," I breathed, "It's beautiful. Oh of course I'll marry you, thank you."

"It's something I had made up for you. The different stones spell out a word, in this case 'precious'. I remember you saying once you would be scared to wear diamonds or whatever, so nothing like that, simply pearls and corals, that sort of thing. Is that ok?"

"Oh Sir thank you so much, what is everything? I don't recognise half of these."

"Ok you've got a pearl for the 'P', rose quartz for the 'R', then this multi coloured one is called earth agate, for the 'E'. The pink one next to that is coral and the cream is old ivory; that came off a bracelet that got broken years and years ago. The blue is an opal, that reddish pinky stone is something weird like unakite, the guy in the shop was a genius with unusual stones; and the golden coloured one at the end is called a sunstone."

"It's amazing. I can't believe how much planning you put in to this." I said with a smile. I couldn't believe anyone would give me something that could take so much time to plan and organise.

"I was going to give it to you for your birthday next month, but the jeweller phoned me up yesterday and told me it was ready so I thought why not this instead of the normal engagement ring. I've also got another present for you but that's at home."

"Oh really? Sir, you're going to end up spoiling me you know."

"No I'm not, I'm giving you exactly what you deserve. Now eat your dinner, you're feeding two at the minute."

"Yes Sir." I said with a grin. I did love it when He looked after me like that, making sure I had everything I needed to be content. Not happy, if I went around being happy all the time it would get sickening. To be content with what I had in life, to not be straining to see over the next horizon because I felt trapped where I was and to know I was secure, that was contentment and it was very special to me. 

My surprise was sitting on His desk when we got home. The long slim cases, five in all, were spread out across the green leather of the blotter on His heavy wooden workspace and for once everything else had been cleared off. He sat me down on the chair as I couldn't kneel at the minute and perched on the side of the desk. 

"I had these made up for you as well. I didn't know when I was going to give them to you, it's something that I've been thinking about for a long time now."

He opened the second largest box and presented it to me. Nestling inside on a cream velvet cushion was a slim chain, the same rose gold as my ring, that was made up of circular links. Lying half way along was a tag in the same metal, similar to the one I wore on my leather collar now with Sir's name on it; what I couldn't see was anyway of closing it. When I said as much to Him, He replied, 

"One link loops through this larger one here, see? Then it gets folded back on its self and we heat it up and press it in to place. Once it's on, the only way to get it off is by cutting it. It's the same with the bracelets."

"There are bracelets?"

"Oh yes and links to join them and the collar together, though they aren't permanent attachments. What I'm trying to ask you is if you'll not only become my wife, but also my submissive, for the rest of our lives together."

I smiled up at Him, I would have followed Him to the ends of the earth if I thought that's what He wanted from me. "Sir, I will willing be whatever you wish of me for the rest of our lives together, your wife, your submissive, yours."

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that."

"If it's anything close to how happy I am to hear you ask that then I have some idea. Am I allowed to wear them now?"

"No pet not yet. I'll put them on you myself on the first night of our marriage."

"When's that going to be?"

"Eight weeks from Saturday, I've spent the last few days trying to find somewhere perfect and I got the confirmation today before we went in to town. Come on, I'll tell you all about it in bed."

He helped me through to our room and stayed with me while I got undressed and into bed, before taking Magpie out with Him when He went for His last cigarette. By the time He came back and got her settled in her own bed and gotten ready Himself, I was feeling heavy and drowsy from the painkillers I'd taken earlier. He climbed in beside me and held me tight to His chest, the way we'd fallen asleep for the past week. He told me of the beautiful old manor house He'd found, with it's tiny chapel a few hundred yards away where we could have the actual ceremony. He told me how He'd booked us two weeks in a remote hotel in the Virgin Islands, where we could wake up in the morning and swim with tropical fish before breakfast, where we could lay around on white sandy beaches all day if we wanted to and where the rooms were separated by thick jungle so we could have all the privacy we would ever want or need. When I asked about Magpie, Sir told me she was going to be staying with Suzi who had promised to spoilt her so much she'd never want to leave. 

His voice was deepening as He settled closer to sleep and it rumbled in His chest. My ear was pressed there against Him and the sound was soothing. As I was falling asleep, I thought 'I am so lucky, I get to do this for the rest of my life. I get to wake up in the morning and feel Him against me, I get to fuck, shag and make love with this man, my wonderful Sir forever. Bugger it, I'm horny now.'

"Sir?"

"Yes pet?"

"Are you awake?"

"No."

"Oh so you won't mind if I....?" And I slid down the bed, under the covers and took His cock in my mouth. He groaned and lifted up the quilt so He could see me.

"Is there any time when you're not horny?"

I bit the corner of my lip and fluttered my eyelashes at Him. "With you around? No."

"Get on with it then wench. If you can wake him up, you're welcome to it but I won't be held responsible if you have difficulty walking in the morning."

"Sir I have difficulty walking even when we haven't had sex at the minute."

"Mouth, cock, now!" He ordered, pushing my head back down and dropping the quilt on top of me.

"Yes Sir." And I opened my mouth and pulled His cock inside me again. He was already harder than before and as I rolled my tongue round He groaned again. I sucked on the very tip of Him hard, and lashed my tongue up and down, making His hips jump up as His hands pushed my head all the way down to His groin. 

"You do that again, my pretty little slut and I'll come in your mouth."

He was rock hard now and pressing on the back of my throat. I pushed against His hands and He let my head come up. I flung the covers over my head so I could see His face, then with a wicked grin sucked even harder on the tip and pressed my tongue in to the little slit I found there. He roared and thrust up in to my mouth, spurting His hot cum in to me, so much so that it dribbled out the corners of my mouth and ran down in to the thick wiry hair that grew around the base of His belly.

"Oh pet, I did warn you. Look at the mess you've made."

I swallowed all I could of His seed and set to work on cleaning up what I'd spilt. As I flattened my tongue against His balls He patted my head away.

"Don't you like that Sir?"

"It's like having a mousetrap there, I don't know if it's going to spring shut on them or not."

"Oh ok then. Anything else I should know about?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well we've talked about what I like, which is a lot, and what I can do, and what I can't, I don't know if we've ever talked about what you like."

"Come up here a minute," He waited til I was sat between His open thighs, my legs wrapped round behind Him. "What I like is you. You make me feel alive for the first time in a long while, you're open, you're so curious about everything around you, even when you're scared stiff and you follow me with such trust it's beautiful to see."

"Can I be soppy for a minute too?"

"I wasn't being soppy, but ok then."

"You make me feel safe."

"Oh pet, you are safe. So long is it is in my power, I will never hurt you. Not unless you're a cheeky little wench and I have to put you over my knee of course."

"Oh of course. Sir?"

"Yes?" He drawled. I had the feeling He knew what was coming next.

"I'm still horny."

"Tough. If you're a good girl and go to sleep, I'll play with you in the morning."

"Ok Sir." I settled down with poor grace, tossing and turning and giving great big sighs until He grabbed me and held me close to Him. 

"Pet, sleep. It'll keep til the morning." He kissed the top of my head and tucked it under His chin. I lay awake for a while longer listening to His breathing. I still thought I was the luckiest girl in the world.



Liverpool Ch. 17



Apologies for this taking so long, who knew life could get in the way like this. Thank you to Melissa for all her help with this series and for her friendship. I'm so glad that so many people have enjoyed my first full story that I've actually finished. 



Northwest News

Mr. Dereck Swan is pleased to announce
the wedding of his daughter, Megan Rebecca Swan
to Clive Patrick Anders, on Saturday,
the 25th of July 2009 at 10 a.m. 



I had spent the weeks leading up to this date in a whirlwind of organisation. Sir had sorted out the venue, and the honeymoon, so all I had to do was the dresses for Suzi and me, the flowers, the food, and the placement of who was sitting next to whom at the reception. It seemed like so much to do (especially the placement, as I still wasn't sure who from Sir's family would be there until two weeks beforehand). It was actually Ross who helped me out the most. In one of our weekly sessions, he saw how stressed I was, so he sat down and helped me to organise a list of what needed to get done and by when, and then got Suzi to help me with doing it all. 

We started with the dresses. I knew I didn't want a huge fluffy meringue thing, and with my belly starting to bulge slightly now, anything tight fitting was a no-no. In the end, we enlisted Mia's help. It turned out she really was good at making her own clothes, so we went back into town, and went round all the cloth shops looking at patterns and materials with her. 

I idly was flipping through a pattern book, looking at prom dresses, when I found it. It had a high, heart-shaped neckline with shoestring straps, and a high waist that would skim over my bump. The hem fell just below my knees at the front before sweeping down to end mid-calf at the back. It fastened with a row of tiny buttons all the way down to the hem. There was a coat with it, long sleeved; it came up under my chin and was held together by more tiny buttons that stopped at my bust and left the rest open. The coat was longer than the dress, and in the picture gave a wonderful double-layered effect. 

Having chosen the pattern, we began hunting round the shop for material. This was easier now we knew what we were looking for, and after a while of umming and ahhing over colours, we settled on cream silk with a very light coffee coloured lace. We chose buttons the same colour as the lace so they'd stand out from the dress and give a little detail. Mia came back to the house with us, and started measuring me up. 

Sir was at home when we got there -- it was Saturday afternoon -- but I think the sound of three giggling girls, all talking about wedding dresses, was too much for Him, so He took Magpie out for a long walk until we were finished. It took Mia two weeks of cutting and sewing and fittings before the work was finished, but by the end of that time, Mia had created the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen. We'd bought enough lace to cover my hair too, fixed in place by a crown of flowers. 

For Suzi we had to find an outfit that fell somewhere in between bridesmaid and mother of the bride. I couldn't see Suzi in a suit, and anyway the celebration was supposed to be fairly informal. Sir was wearing a cream suit with an open necked shirt, the same as Ross, His best man. Suzi took herself off, hunting round the vintage shops in the area, and came back with a white swing dress she dyed the same coffee colour as the lace on my dress.

The flowers were fairly easy to sort out. I took a sample of my material into the florists, and one afternoon later I had a simple arrangement of tulips and hellebores, with common daisies and buttercups for my hair. The food was easy too; the manor house where we were having the reception had done this many times before, so all we had to do was pick the items we wanted, and they did the rest. Suzi and I had gone over there a couple of weeks before, and tried out all the yummy things on offer. As it hopefully was going to be hot on our wedding day, we selected cold poached trout salad with individual strawberry meringues for dessert -- another thing ticked off my list. 

It seemed to take forever to know who planned to attend our celebration, especially from Sir's family. Until Eric, Sir's big brother, spoke to His mum and dad, they wouldn't agree to come. All of our friends had told us they were coming, and I knew Dad would be there to give me away. Ross suggested I ask Mother, and then at least it would be on her if she didn't come. I wasn't brave enough to call her, so I wrote her a letter, explaining I was getting married and asking her if she'd like to attend the wedding. When I didn't hear anything back from her I just assumed that she couldn't be bothered to show up. 

Then three days before the wedding, Mother suddenly appeared at the house. I was outside, trying to weed the garden and explaining to Magpie that it wasn't helpful of her to pull up the flowers, when Mother drove up, screeching her car to a halt, throwing up dust from the driveway. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Mother demanded, as she approached me across the lawn. As per usual, she was impeccably dressed, throwing my ragged gardening clothes into sharp contrast with her groomed perfection.

"Hello, Mother," I replied. "I'm weeding the garden at the minute."

"I'm not talking about you grubbing around in the dirt, stupid girl," Mother carried on, "I'm talking about this letter you sent me."

"Oh, I'm getting married," I said.

"Yes, I gathered as much," Mother responded. "I'm curious as to why."

"Because we love each other and want to spend the rest of our lives together?" I asked hopefully. I was still on my knees in front of her. To be honest, the thought of just standing up, and talking to Mother like an equal never occurred to me. The last time I'd done that, Mother had slapped me. I didn't want to have a smacked up face for my wedding photos.

"Don't be an idiot, girl," Mother carried on, "You hardly know the man. I suppose he's gotten you pregnant or something like that."

"Actually, yes," came Sir's voice from across the lawn. "I have gotten her pregnant. Do you have problem with that?" 

I'd been so focused on Mother I hadn't noticed Sir sneaking up on us. Mother obviously hadn't heard Him either, coz she jumped. She recovered quickly though, and turned round to blast Him with one of her withering stares that would have had me running for cover. Sir just stood there, staring down at her, and I suddenly realised how little she really was. My whole life I'd thought of her as this towering presence, looming over me. Seeing her with Sir showed me that, in reality, Mother wasn't that much bigger than me. Suddenly, all my fears about her simply vanished. I didn't have to feel small and scared and worthless all the time. Sir had picked me out of the thousands of girls and women in the country, and now He was marrying me. I was carrying Sir's child and He was going to keep us both safe forever. 

Mother turned back to me when she saw she couldn't intimidate Sir, but I left her standing alone, walked over and stood next to Sir.

"Mother, I asked if you wanted to come to our wedding. I didn't ask for you to come down here, and have a go at me for having a life. I'm going to tell you exactly what I told Dad; you are welcome to come inside, but if you do you have to abide by Sir's rules, and that includes being polite to everyone in the house."

"You ungrateful little brat," Mother began, "After everything I've done for you over the years . . . "

"I've seen what you've done 'for' Megan over the years, Mrs. Swan," Sir interjected, "And I have to say I don't like it one little bit. I'm not going to tell you what I think of you in front of Megan -- after all, you did give birth to her -- but trust me when I say, if I ever see you again, you will regret it. Goodbye."

Sir put His arm round me, and pulled me into the house, calling for Magpie to follow us in. I glanced back over my shoulder, and saw Mother's shoulders sag. It reminded me of how she'd looked the night I'd agreed to move back in with her. I felt so sorry for her that she couldn't put aside her hatred of how I'd been conceived to love me just a little bit. I watched as she got back in her car, and drove off. I never did see her again. 

Dad told me when she died, nine years later, and I fought long and hard with myself about going to her funeral, only to give in and go. At the end of the day, she was my mother. Even though her friends all snubbed me, I walked out of the church with my head held high. I had offered Mother the chance to make her peace, and it was she who'd pushed it away. I hoped that she would find comfort in her heaven at long last.

The day after Mother showed up, Suzi, Mia and all the girls, and I went to a spa at a country house near Cheshire. They'd all chipped in, and we spent the day being pampered from head to toe, wrapped up in huge fluffy dressing gowns, having our nails done and drinking champagne or having mud smoothed over every part of our bodies. It was pure decadence. 

It also was then that the nerves started to kick in. After tomorrow, I would be Mrs. Anders, Mrs. Megan Anders -- no longer frightened little Meggie Swan. I'd have to be grown up and mature now I was going to be a Mrs. and that was scary in itself. I mentioned my anxieties to Suzi.

"It's quite simple," Suzie replied, "Do you love Him?"

"Yes, oh yes," I sighed.

She shook her head at me, and replied, "Do you need to be quite so nauseatingly happy about it? Look, you love Sir, He loves you. This is not rocket science, sweetie. Did you ever do 'Romeo and Juliet' at school?'

"Yes. If their parents had left them to it, the whole thing would have fizzled out in 6 months tops," I responded.

"Not quite the interpretation I was taught, but good point," Suzi chuckled. "No, Romeo says, 'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.' That's all that's changing here, your name. You are still going to be exactly the same person as you were before. Slightly dippy, like me, and totally loveable. So will you please stop stressing? It's bad for the little one."

"OK, I take your point," I said, smiling. 

Mia looked over at me and smiled, "It's the same for everyone. We all get nervous before a big day. Remember what you were like before the party?"

"Yeah -- that was worse. At least I don't have to be naked in front of everyone again," I said with a chuckle.

"See, there are some things scarier than a wedding," Suzi responded. 

'True. OK, I promise; no more stressing – nice, calm, chilled out Megan from now on," I promised.

"Good girl," Suzi said.

I did try to relax, yet the time dragged on and on. When I dread something, time seems to fly by, and the feared event seems to arrive in a heartbeat. But when I have to wait for something I long for, it seems every day becomes as long as a week! Finally though, the eve of the wedding arrived. Sir decamped to Ross's while Suzi moved in with me -- not so much to help me get ready as to make sure I didn't sneak over to see Sir. The last time Sir and I had tried to spend a night apart, I'd ended up in hospital and none of us wanted that to happen again. 

My leg had healed fine; I wasn't even left with a limp and my face was looking perfect too. I didn't quite believe it when Suzi said I was glowing until I sat down in front of the mirror and really looked at myself. She was right, I looked disgustingly healthy. I was radiant and happy. For what was probably only the second or third time in my life, I thought I actually looked good -- pretty even. I giggled and said it was amazing what love could do for you. Suzi said it was hormones. It was said with a smile though. 

The night before the wedding, we had an early supper and curled up to watch telly. Suzi had brought over a couple of chick-flick DVD's – "Clueless" and "10 Things I Hate About You" – and we had vegged out in front of then in our jammies with big mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows gently oozing sugar as they melted. I was settling down to sleep with Magpie on the bed for once to keep me company when my phone started buzzing.

"Hello?" I'd never learnt to see who it was before I picked it up.

"Hello, my little pet," Sir responded. "I was just calling to make sure you were tucked up in bed."

"I am, Sir," I said with a smile. "How did you know I was missing you?"

"Have you forgotten my psychic abilities?" Sir asked. "Just think, this time tomorrow we'll be snuggled up on our own little island, listening to the sound of waves washing over the beach."

"I'd rather be listening to the sound of your heartbeat," I said. 

"Oh now, pretty pet, you're not sulking coz I'm not there are you?" Sir replied. "It's bad luck to see the groom the night before."

"No, it's not," I truculently responded, "That's only tradition."

"Hush now, and go to sleep," Sir said. "The sooner you go to sleep, the quicker tomorrow comes."

"That's what Dad used to say on Christmas Eve," I said with a smile.

"It's true isn't it?" Sir responded.

"Yeah, I guess so," I grudgingly agreed.

"OK, then," Sir concluded, "I will see you tomorrow at ten o' clock sharp -- do you hear me? None of this making me wait thing."

"I'll be there at ten to, Sir," I said. "You try and stop me."

"I wouldn't dream of it, pet," Sir replied. "Good night, little one. I love you."

"I love you too, Sir," I said, "Good night."

Sir hung up the phone, and I wiggled trying to get comfortable. It felt very strange to sleep alone; the bed suddenly felt bigger. I tossed and turned for ages. I was about to give up when I heard the door open, and Suzi came in and sat down on the bed.

"What's the matter, sweetie," Suzi asked, "I could hear you from my room."

"I can't sleep," I responded.

"Nervous?" Suzi asked.

"Nope," I said, "The bed's too big."

"Oh, that's easy to fix," Suzi replied, "Budge up a bit." And Suzi clambered in beside me, and kissed me on the top of my head. 

"Night, night, sweetie," Suzi said with a smile.

"Good night, Suzi," I said, "Thank you."

"My pleasure, hon," Suzi responded.

I fell asleep really quickly then. It was like I had gotten so used to sharing the bed with Sir, I'd forgotten how to sleep alone. Magpie couldn't have cared less about being relegated back to her own bed; she knew she wasn't allowed to sleep with me anyway. 

I had strange dreams that night, dreams of Sir taking me away in a hot air balloon and me looking down at the world passing us by while we were safely tucked away from it all in our own little sanctuary. I didn't need a shrink to tell me what that meant, and I was actually a little sad when the alarm went off at six. I didn't want to lose the feelings of safety I had when I was dreaming, and I hated mornings anyway. I was nearly always grumpy first thing; Sir said I was cute when I grumbled and if I got too bad, He would simply slap my arse and fuck it out of me. 

Suzi dragged me out of bed and chucked me in the shower while she put the kettle on for breakfast. How she could be that cheerful at this time of day was beyond me. Thankfully, I didn't have much in the way of morning sickness, and what I did have was soon banished by the huge cups of tea I found myself craving at the minute. I was down in the kitchen on my second mug when the flowers arrived, and I put them in the sink to keep fresh while Suzi was in the shower.

After her shower was complete, Suzi sat me down in front of the mirror to take care of my hair and makeup. Once again, I felt the butterflies in my tummy beginning to take flight. I felt so jittery I couldn't sit still; my toes were curling and I kept wiggling my hips trying to get comfortable. We'd tried a few hair styles out on me a few days ago, and we'd found that no matter how much spray or gel we put on it, my rebellious mop would still try and spring back into its normal wild curls, so we gave up on anything smooth or sleek, and settled with it curling, though we did put a little definition in it here and there. Once my make-up was done, I put my dress on, with a little help from Suzi on the buttons, and I went downstairs to wait for her to get dressed.

It was hard to sit there and wait. I wanted to be out the door, and driving to the church. Sir had told me He had one last surprise lined up for me and I had no idea what it could be. At half past nine, Suzi came down and helped me put my flower crown in place on top of the little square of lace that covered my hair, and we were ready to go. As we stepped outside, the most gorgeous car pulled up, and the grey liveried chauffeur got out and held open the back door for me. It was long and sweeping and just utterly yummy. I have no idea what make or model car it was, but it was lush. I felt like a proper lady as it rumbled quietly along the back roads to the manor house and pulled up outside the little chapel. 

While I felt like that I was ok, it was when I realised this was for real and not make believe, that I started to panic. Dad was standing there waiting for me, and he had to help me out the car coz I was shaking so much. Suzi came round and handed me my flowers before falling into step behind me. The chapel doors were standing wide open to let the breeze in, and I could hear all the guests chattering away until the first chords of Mendelssohn's music to "A Midsummer Nights Dream" came floating out. 

I was finding it hard to walk, I was trembling so hard. But then I saw Sir, standing at the altar waiting for me, and I was fine. Everything just stopped, and I was calm and peaceful, and ready to be with Him. I looked Sir straight in the eye, and glided down the aisle towards Him, coming to a halt beside Him. I couldn't take my eyes off Sir, not even to look at the minister or at Suzi when she took my flowers. 

The ceremony passed in a bit of a blur; we'd kept the traditional vows, and I loved telling Sir I would love, honour and obey Him for the rest of our lives together. When we were finally told we were man and wife, I thought I would cry. Feeling Sir's lips on mine, all those hot sweet kisses that He covered my mouth with made my knees go weak with lust, and I had to throw my arms round His neck to steady myself. I was giggling as He tucked my hand into the crook of His elbow and led me outside in to the bright sunshine where all our friends were waiting for us. 

Sir's mother came over to me, and offered her congratulations; she was an austere woman, tall and dignified like her son, but unlike my mother, she had a warm smile on her face when she talked to me about Sir. I got the feeling she approved of me rather more than His first wife, though from the glances at my belly she knew we'd done more than hold hands before the wedding night. 

We lined up and had the photographs taken. Looking back at them now, I can't believe how young I looked; almost like a child dressing up, standing beside my tall and handsome husband and smiling at the proprietorial pleasure on Sir's face. 

The reception was held in the smaller of the two dining halls, and Suzi and I had put disposable cameras on each of the ten round tables for people to take their own pictures with. All the doors around the hall were opened up, and the smell of new cut hay came wafting in from the surrounding fields to mingle with the perfumes of our guests, and the aroma of the food being set in front of them. Sir and I sat at a long table at the top of the hall between Ross and Suzi. I still couldn't believe I was married! I was a wife, but I knew the idea was going to take some getting used to. It wasn't that it was a scary thought, as much as that it such a huge concept it was going to take me a while to fit it all into my head. 

Once the food was cleared away, and we'd cut the wedding cake to the accompaniment of the snapping cameras, Ross stood up to give his speech.




Liverpool Ch. 17



"I've known Clive for nearly a decade now, and in that time I've gotten to know him quite well. From the first time we met, when he came along to one of my seminars, yawning his head off after staying up all night, I knew he was a good man in need of a good girl to keep him happy. And in Megan, I think he's found her. Seeing the two of them together makes me remember how it felt when I first met my Suzi, and I hope they'll be as happy together as we are. So if you'd like to all raise your glasses -- To Clive and Megan, may you have many good years in front of you."

Then it was time for our first dance. We had thought long and hard about the music for this. We didn't want anything soppy; Sir didn't do soppy and to be honest I wasn't that keen on it either. I'd been working my way through Sir's CD collection for a while when I found a copy of the Beatles' "Revolver." On there was the perfect song: "Here, there and everywhere." It just fitted us completely. Sir led me onto the cleared area in the middle of the hall, and wrapped me in His arms. I laid my head on His chest, and let Him move me around the dance floor. It was a perfect moment, the kind you hardly ever get, where everything just clicks into place. I guess because they are so rare, when you get one, it's the best feeling in the world. 

We couldn't stay long at the reception; much as I would have loved to spend the whole afternoon and most of the evening dancing with Sir, we had a plane to catch. All our friends came out to wave us off as we left, and it almost felt like I was waving goodbye to part of my life; like all of a sudden I was a new person with a new identity. 

The airport was huge and bustling, with announcements going off every few minutes and security people watching everywhere. It was the sort of situation that would make me panic, so I clung on tight to Sir, and let Him pull me through the crowds to the departure lounge. I hung onto Sir even there, not letting go of His hand until we were seated on the plane. The first class seats were huge, with TV's that dropped down in front of us from the ceiling. I was so busy looking around at everything I forgot to be nervous or scared. Once we were airborne, Sir put our chairs back and the arm rest up, and held me until I fell asleep. 

Walking out of the plane into the hot sultry air of the island, with its lush jungle smells, was heavenly. There was a car waiting to take us to the hotel, and by the time we arrived our luggage had been unpacked and put away. 

The whole drive across the island, I had been trembling with excitement and lust. I knew Sir was going to give me my new collar tonight, I just didn't know how or when He was going to do it. The second we were alone, I dropped to my knees in front of Sir and unzipped His fly. He pushed me back against the wall, and slid His stiff cock in my mouth. Curling His fingers in my hair, Sir held me still so He could control how He used me. 

I ran my tongue round His cock with every stroke, flicking it over the tip as He withdrew, and lapping at the underside as it hit the back of my throat. I could feel how He was growing, and I expected Him to shoot His hot sticky cum in my mouth at any moment. Instead Sir pulled out, and using my hair, pulled me to my feet and across to the bed. My skirt was pushed up out of the way, and my lace knickers were pulled off and thrown away to land somewhere on the other side of the room. Sir knelt down at the edge of the bed, and started to lick all over my pussy, His thumbs spreading me wide open to His tongue. The first touch of His hot wet mouth on my clit was enough to send me spinning into orgasm. Every sensation from then on simply heightened it until I was a whimpering wreck, shuddering uncontrollably underneath Sir. 

I felt Sir move away from me, and moaned in disappointment. I wanted to feel His cock inside me so badly. A second later I got my wish as I felt the weight of Him rubbing up and down my inner lips before He popped the tip of His cock inside me. I was so tight with having cum so much and so hard, that I could feel every single millimetre of Him as He pushed slowly into me. 

He leaned forwards to play with my breasts, kneading them firmly. I pushed His hands away for a second while I freed my breasts from the cami top I was wearing. Sir nodded His approval to me before returning His attentions to them. With the pregnancy, I had swelled from a D cup to an E cup, so my breasts now overflowed Sir's big hands. He loved playing with my nipples too, tweaking them between His thumb and forefinger or scratching them gently with His nails, feeling how I would jump and twitch with each new touch. 

Sir's movements in my pussy were forceful but slow, pushing me over the edge of cuming again and again. He didn't speed up as He came, just kept that same driving rhythm as He emptied His balls inside me. Sir didn't stop playing with my breasts either, even after He'd pulled out. He lifted me to sit upright in front of Him, and waved His cock at me, telling me to open my mouth so Sir could slide it in. I did as I was told as He picked up the bedside phone and called for room service. 

I could feel how Sir's cock was growing in my mouth again while I licked and sucked on it. He stood there, stroking my hair as He waited for the food to arrive. When the knock at the door came, He pulled His cock out of my mouth, and wrapped a towel round His waist, but left me sitting naked on the bed, my legs spread open for the waitress to see Sir's cum dribbling out of my hairless pussy. The waitress seemed a little shocked but also a little curious, looking back over her shoulder at me as she left. Sir called me over, and had me sit at His feet while we ate, then moved me over to the centre of the room.

Sir opened His carry-on case, and took out three of the slim red velvet cases He'd brought with us as well as a tiny pair of pliers. He took my new collar out and placed it round my neck, pulling my hair to one side out of the way. 

"With this collar," Sir said, "You are mine. Your body is mine, and I will do everything within my power to keep it safe. Your mind belongs to me, and I will help you develop it to its fullest. Do you agree to be my submissive for as long as we're together?"

I could see Him standing behind me in the mirror, Hiss head bowed as He spoke this promise to me. I looked back at Him and said in my clearest voice, "Yes Sir. I am yours."

Sir heated the pliers up, and pressed them into the clip of my collar, holding them there for a few seconds while the gold fused together. He came round in front of me, and repeated the process with my bracelet cuffs, securing them snugly onto my wrists. I stared at myself in the mirror, and I couldn't believe how happy I looked -- all because I was owned. I belonged to this man, my Sir, and would do for the rest of my life. 



Epilogue.

It's our twelve year wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks. I won't lie to you, and say it's been perfect, that we've been blissfully happy for all that time, because we haven't. But neither has it been hell on earth. Being with Sir has given me my best memories ever, and I am so thankful for and to Him. When things have gone wrong, we've talked, even if by email or text, and worked things out. That's why we're still together.

Lucy has been joined by Peter, Emily and Tony, who was born just six months ago, and who has sat by the computer with me day in and day out while I've been writing. Looking down at his little face, knowing that he is loved and cherished the way all our kids have been, makes me sad at times. I know, however, that I can't change the past, only use it to help the future. With Sir's continuing help, I will.