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Blind Faith Ch. 01

By: SylviSlafford



Chapter One: A Meeting with a Dominatrix

My name is Joyce-Lynne I am a 26 year old Criminal Defence Lawyer working for what I consider a good firm in Sydney Australia. I have had quite a few successes in my short career and have just been given a weird case. My senior partner wants me to defend a woman accused of the murder of a politician in bizarre circumstances. 

My client is known as Madam Sin, she runs a brothel, not an ordinary brothel, one where bondage and S&M is performed by, or on the clients. The deceased, a senator serving his third term, a relatively young politician with no other claim to fame, was making the news in the manner of his death. The forensic pathologist has not given me anything to work with, other than to say the circumstances are suspicious. I suspect that my betters would like this case to go away!

I presented myself at the Kings Cross nick, [Australian for police station] to interview my client on a cool winters morning [August]. I was shown to an interview room trying to look severe and professional, dressed in my most formal pinstripe suit, hair in a French bun and with little make-up on. I was surprised to see my client, she was in a prison paper suit, yet still looked almost regal and her dark lustrous hair was done up like mine. 

She stood up as I entered the room and I found myself looking into a steady brown-eyed gaze. This was unusual for me as I am six foot two in the old money and usually have to look down. My client was as tall as me, she was older than I was, but it would be difficult to place her actual age from her appearance. She was stunningly beautiful and the paper suit did not hide her fabulous figure. One size fits all merely emphasized a trim and taught, if overly endowed body.

I took a deep breath and introduced myself when the police officer closed the door. "Hi, I am Joyce-Lynne, my firm was given your case and my partners gave you to me. I expect to get a partnership out of your case. The old guards are rather glad that they have me to do the work rather than sully their posh names with your case. I want you to tell me absolutely everything. I really mean everything and then I will tell you what our chances are."

The client smiled at me and said, "Call me Anne, I only use the Madam Sin name professionally and I guess that we will be spending quite some time together." I smiled in return and sat down placing legal pad and pen on the table, my client sat opposite me. I waited while she decided what to say.

The first moments after meeting a new client tell one a lot about the person and their likely guilt. My new client came over as a confident ball breaker woman and innocent; she took a deep breath and began her story.

"I am a Madam, I have a small brothel in a basement complex just off 'The Cross' very discrete, very exclusive and I have never had any trouble before. I have quite a few influential clients, but I will not tell you their names, nor will I expect them to come to my defence. The least said about them the better. If you can get me out of this I will have to close and move interstate, or retire and find a husband!"

The glint in her eyes told me she was dead serious about this, she continued. "I am sure that they will find that dear Johnny died of a heart attack and it's my damned luck he had it in my dungeon! Johnny has been a regular client of mine, once a month for the last five and a half years. We have similar tastes, he has been generous, kind and I considered him a trusted friend as well as a valued client. When we first met, I was new to the games and had just opened my dungeon. We met at a Saints and Sinners ball quite a few years ago."

"We hit it off from the first visit, and over the years, we have had some mutually satisfying times together. S&M times that is, nothing brutal, but what I suppose you would call extreme sexual adventures. Sometimes he would take the Sadistic role other times it would be me. Just as with a marriage, the same old sometimes gets old hat and last year Johnny asked me about a threesome with a submissive young slave."

"I had provided this sort of service to other clients and had several young women who fit the bill, but Johnny was very fussy and rejected all of them. He asked me to find a first timer, a fresh young thing that we could share exclusively. I told him that such an arrangement would be expensive and I could not guarantee any sort of long term relationship as a girl had to work and once a month would probably lead to the slave seeking satisfaction elsewhere."

"Johnny immediately saw that this was true and so agreed to being the first master for suitable girls. Indeed, he was so wound up that session, that he excelled his normal performance. That was four months ago. Yesterday was the second time we shared a new girl. The first time two months ago was a blast, although we both knew that the girl was not a first timer, she acted the part well. I found her poaching my clients three days later and gave her the boot."

"Two weeks ago I found a real gem, a country girl, a younger step sister of a working girl I knew, who had given her my name and address. The young girl was just legal, a small waif looking thing, very young, very timid, but quite pretty, with a wild streak a mile wide. I will not involve her if it can be avoided. I will not tell you her name, or where she is, but she was present when dear Johnny kicked the bucket. It was her who called the Ambulance. I told her to leg it before they got here. They just missed her. I hope she was not raped, but as I have not heard any news, I think she got out safe and sound. She was naked when I last saw her! I think she took a red coat of mine from the door on her way out. I think there were a few dollars in the pockets. The other coat hanging up on the door is hers."

Anne smiled and continued. "Ok. Dear Johnny was strung up; the slave was naked and about to be forced to give him head when he went red, then purple. He did not say a word, but he looked in bad pain for a second or two then his head went back and his tongue sort of fell out his mouth. I got him out of the cuffs and supported him, 'He's dead,' the waif said. I gave him CPR. I have done all the First Aid courses. I checked his pulse and there was none. I thumped his chest a few times, again nothing. I told her to ring for the ambulance and scoot, and leave the door open. I continued the CPR. I was in a dominatrix outfit, bare tits, cunt, leather and studs, the whole nine yards. The cops were taking pictures for ages; I expect they will be all over the internet by now."

"The Ambo's [Australian for paramedics] were really nice, very apologetic, but had to call the cops seeing as where he died. I have not said a word to them. They told me I was in deep shit. They have woken me up seven times during yesterday evening and overnight. I refused to make any statement or comment until I had seen a lawyer."

I asked her when the session with Dear Johnny and the young girl, (I could not bring myself to say 'slave',) had started and how long before the fatal attack. I was horrified to learn the Dear Johnny had been in the dungeon for almost two hours!

"Anne, I understand that you want to keep your young girl out of the picture, but it is in your best interest to include her." 

"No I want to keep her out of it," Anne's eyes had a steely glint, but I pressed the point.

"Anne you are going to have to explain the call to triple 0 [Australian for 911]. They will find out it was not you. They will voice match anyone you can persuade to do it and you will have to explain where they were and how long it took you to get them to make the call and what was happening with Dear Johnny while you did that. You will be hung for a sheep rather than a loaf of bread!"

Anne thought about this for a while. "Yes I see that, I have been worrying about that all night. I really need to keep her out of it!"

At this point, I said. "I think we need a coffee, I bought some in a flask, the stuff in here is foul." I produced a flask and poured a stiff caffeine fix in the paper cup on the table and a second in the flask's lid. She took the dirty cup and drank deeply. Her hands were rock steady.

I began again. "Anne you have very little choice, if you leave her out of it you risk going down for manslaughter at least. If you change your story later, you still risk going down. I strongly advise that we make a full statement and I will try to keep her out of the case. You must see that her statement will exonerate you, and provided the pathologist agrees that 'Dear Johnny' died of a massive heart attack it should be possible to squash the charges and we can all go home."

"I cannot involve her, I just cannot," Anne was quite distressed. "Please find a way to keep her out of it."

"Anne I have given your request serous consideration, but I cannot guarantee a successful defence if you do not tell them everything. Again, let me stress if you keep silent about her involvement now, you cannot introduce her evidence later. There is a high probability that it would not be believed."

Anne took a deep breath and launched into a cover story. "I went to the foot of the stairs and yelled out for someone to call triple 0 then went back to 'Dear Johnny'. I do not know who made the call. I knew that someone heard me." Her look was sad, but defiant.

I frowned at my obstinate client. "I see; you understand that this is a risky action. I want to visit your place before I agree to this. I need to assess just how feasible your explanation is. I will tell the police that we are going to make a short statement saying 'Dear Johnny' had a heart attack and give no further statement until after we have seen the autopsy results."

I smiled grimly at Anne. Her dark eyes looked at me with a mixture of defiance and a plea for understanding. "I will get the cops to give me access to your dungeon and will see you later this afternoon. For now, we must go make that simple statement. Do you understand? 'Dear Johnny' had a heart attack! Tell them just that and nothing more!" 

Anne nodded; I shook her hand and knocked the door. A few minutes later Anne made her formal statement, she was about to add something about giving CPR and I had to interrupt. The inspector taking the statement smiled at me, he had a little bit more than I want him to have. I glared at Anne. She got the message. She was escorted back to the holding cell. 

I went with the inspector back to the interview room, asked for copies of the photos, all of them, and access to the scene. I was careful not to say scene of the crime. I did make the point that 'Dear Johnny' would not be the first man to die on the job.

The inspector had not responded. A big buff envelope was handed to me and I then followed a sergeant around the city block and down the stairs into Anne's dungeon. Anne was just a few meters away her dungeon was in the building behind and to the side of the police building!

The police sergeant shepherded me through a dimly lit entrance foyer with no decoration, no hint of what lay further inside the building. He rapped on the door and a young policewoman opened it. The next room was a reception room with a desk and three easy chairs, a filing cabinet and drinks cabinet. There were glossy photos of Anne in dominatrix gear, all leather and studs, alluring but not pornographic. 

The sergeant pointed to a small alcove, "His street clothes were in there." He motioned me through the only other door. He grinned at the young policewoman, who laughed and said to me, "Better brace your self."

The room was through what appeared to be an air lock, it was quite large, and it was very warm and looked at first glance like a gymnasium. Wall bars along one side with a large red leather covered bench in the middle, chains and other things along the back wall. Hooks, pulleys and ropes hung from the ceiling. A rack of implements, crops and other paraphernalia were along the wall beside the door. On the other side were things I did not want to know about. I found myself blushing. There was another room beyond. 

The policewoman watched my reaction and laughed again. "It happened back there, and if you think this is weird then you better take your time before you go in there." 

I looked around and took some mental measurements I was already over ten meters from the bottom of the stairs. There was evidence of some use in the 'Gym' I could see the forensic team had been checking for fingerprints. I would have to ask Anne to tell me exactly what she and 'Dear Johnny' had been up to during the two hours before his untimely heart attack. I was having difficulty getting my head round what consenting adults could get up to. 

The sergeant said, "There were a few items here and there that had been used, they are all in the photos, they have been taken away for forensics." I nodded. I did not want to ask what items!

I took a deep breath and went through the other door. This room was just as large. It had what looked like an old-fashioned stocks, a torture rack and chains and ropes hung from numerous places on the wall and ceiling. There was a strange looking three-legged stool and what looked like an aquarium almost full of water. There was a pirate's chest with its lid open. I cast a quick glance at its contents and wished I had not.

The sergeant said, "He was there." There was scant evidence that 'Dear Johnny' had passed away there. "His feet were there, his head over here. He was in a good CPR position. We think he was sat there when he croaked."

The sergeant had a lewd smile on his face. "What a way to go!"

"Ok I have seen enough for now; I will have to wait for the pathology results and will see my client later today. If the results are delayed I will be asking for my client to be released or charged and I will be applying for bail this afternoon." I was anxious to get out of that place.

"Fat Chance," said the Sergeant, "I'll pass the message on."

I beat a hasty retreat. The young policewoman was laughing with the sergeant as I left Anne's Dungeon. I walked to the car park found my car and sat a while to recover. I still had to look at the photos. I did not dare go back to my office just yet and had to look at them. I gingerly opened the big buff envelope. Anne's pictures and there were a lot of them were exactly as she described them, but she had not told me of the red welts covering most of her exposed flesh.

The pictures of 'Dear Johnny' were just as bad. Red welts across buttocks, thighs, chest, back, front and sides even his manhood looked red! His penis was still semi erect and quite the biggest I had ever seen. His face was a rectus of pain. His eyes were open and his tongue was hanging out. I was feeling very hot and had to wind the window down. I looked hastily around making sure no one else could see the photos. 

There were some other photos, 'Dear Johnny' was on the floor and there were ten evidence tags and at least two close-up photos of each of the items surrounding the body. I shuddered and quickly put the photos back in the envelope.

I got out of the car and went looking for a pub. I needed a stiff drink even though it was only just half past eleven. I downed the shot of vodka in one go.

Feeling somewhat fortified I made my way back to the car and thence back to my office. I checked in and was told to go see the partners. I gave a very brief account of my morning explaining that everything depended upon the post-mortem. I was taken to lunch and told in no uncertain way to keep the damage to a minimum and that a guilty plea would be best for 'Dear Johnny's' bereaved family, friends and political allies. There must be no other people dragged into the case. I was dutifully respectful. Anne was in deep shit!

After a long lunch, I rang the pathologist only to be told that tests were being done and it would be a few days before the results were in. I presented at the police station, had a short meeting with Anne. I then had another meeting with the inspector and his superintendent. We then had an appearance before the magistrate in a special court session. Fortunately the press were late getting there and I was successful in getting Anne released, effectively into my custody. She had to surrender her passport and report to the police station twice a day.

I drove up to the back entrance, police only, and Anne still in her paper sack jumped into my car. I made haste to my apartment complex. We were lucky and made it from the car park to the lift and then to my apartment undetected. I showed Anne where the drinks were and watched her mix a large gin and tonic. 

"Where are your keys?" I enquired.

"The Cops have them." Anne replied.

"Well as we are much the same size you can borrow an outfit of mine." I showed her a few casual clothes and she chose a pants suit. I left her to change. She asked me if she could have a shower. I of course said, "Yes."

The smell of sex and fear would linger in my car for weeks!

An hour or so later a new woman entered my lounge room. I raised an eyebrow and said "Pizza?" she grinned and I rang out for two large with cola. "Anne you are in trouble, 'Dear Johnny's' political friends and enemies want blood, your blood. My partners as good as told me to persuade you to plead guilty so it all goes away quickly." 

I had chosen my time to say this very carefully, she had a large mouthful of pizza, so before she could comment, I added, "I am not going to do that. I believe you and poor 'Dear Johnny' died as a result of natural causes."

Anne gulped and took a swig of cola. "Thanks, at least you told me. What are my chances?" 

"Anne, I have already told you. It is a big risk not involving the witness; you would have no problems with her evidence. Without it, it all hangs on the results of the postmortem and having seen the photos of you and 'Dear Johnny' even that is going to be a struggle!"

Anne looked hard at the piece of pizza in her hand. "You have seen the photos then?"

"Yes, of course I have. I am going to have to ask you to tell me exactly what you and 'Dear Johnny' did from when he arrived to when he died. You must also tell me just what your, err... assistant did. You must realize the cops have gone over your dungeon and will find evidence of her if she as much as left a hair or fingerprint, or drop of bodily fluid."

"All right I will tell you everything, but my official statement is always going to be that we were alone all the time. There is no other evidence that my assistant, as you so charmingly called her was there. I had her hidden in the back room, naked while 'Dear Johnny' and I had fun in the front room I had only just taken him into the back room when he fell off his perch."

I resisted the urge to laugh. "Ok Anne tell it to me, exactly; minute by minute, you were at it for almost two hours after all. The cops know when he went down those stairs!"

I made myself a vodka and tonic and Anne a gin and tonic I handed her the drink and sat down. I and waited for her to begin. I had my briefcase open beside me and was going to reveal the pictures as she told me the details.

"My friend 'Dear Johnny' had arranged our usual monthly meeting. He knows when my periods end and that I am most horny then. So having 'My Assistant' as a special treat was as exciting to me as I knew it would be for 'Dear Johnny'. I usually have a receptionist; he was to have the evening off, all he had to do was let 'Dear Johnny' in and leave, locking the door behind him. I gave the cops his name and address. So they will know to the minute when 'Dear Johnny' arrived and he left.

"I suppose I had better tell you the set-up that I had prepared before 'Dear Johnny' arrived. My Assistant who was naked under a top coat and I arrived about half an hour before 'Dear Johnny' was due. My receptionist arrived a few minutes later. He does not know that my assistant was already inside. I had told her to go into the back room and wait. I hung her coat up in the lobby with mine. I was wearing the outfit in the cop's photos."


Blind Faith Ch. 01



I pulled the buff envelope out my brief case and located one of the front-on photos of Anne's costume. "You let your male receptionist see you like that?" I did not like where this was going.

"Yes, of course. He is not just my receptionist he is also a body guard, accountant and part time lover! Any way, I told him I would set up in the back and asked him to confirm some appointments for today. I went to the back room. My Assistant was all ready she had the wrist and ankle cuffs on."

"The what?" I squeaked, "And please give her a name. 'The Assistant' is hardly appropriate." 

Anne continued, "Ok lets call her Jane, I was going to restrain her for quite a long time and to prevent the restraints damaging her skin she wore tubes, like socks without a toe, at wrist and ankle, it also means she can free herself if the need arises, but we don't let the clients know that. Therefore, it took just a few seconds to sit her on the fucking bench with ankles secured with her legs spread wide lay back with head over the end and wrists secured to each side. She said she would get a few Z's in and told me to have fun with 'Dear Johnny', but be sure to leave a load or two for her. She had seen 'Dear Johnny', but he did not know that."

"I laid out a few props on the bench in the front room and was ready when my receptionist... Ok Bill, came into the room. We had about ten minutes before 'Dear Johnny' was due. I handed Bill the cuffs and top spreaders and had him tie me up then connect the arm spreader to a ceiling hook. Yes I know I was then totally helpless and believe me Bill liked it that way just fine. He got me going very quickly and bought me to a quick climax, then left me standing there. I heard 'Dear Johnny' come in. Exchange the time of day with Bill who then shouted 'Bye,' to me and I heard the outer door shut."

"It was a few minutes before 'Dear Johnny' came in. He was naked and erect. Our usual routine was for me to do him first and then for him to do me, so he was already excited at the departure from previous sessions. I had never been totally restrained before either!"

"He took his time. He felt me up. He teased me with a dildo and a vibrator. He fixed nipple clamps and put weights on them. He fitted clamps to my labia and fitted weights to them."

I waived for her to stop, mixed myself another drink and refreshed hers. I found a photo of weights and crocodile clips. "These?"

Anne looked defiantly at me. "Yes."

"Go on." I was getting hot around the collar with this explanation.

"Dear Johnny told me he was going to make me dance until I begged him to stop. I laughed he laughed harder and picked up the riding crop I had left out."

"He then hit me a few times here and there. Then hit me a bit harder and then in more sensitive places. I was climaxing over and over by then. He eventually gave up hitting me with the crop and applied an ice cube to the welts on my body. I made a lot of noise then."

"I do not know how long he had taken, perhaps about and hour and 45 minutes. May be a little less, may be a little longer. There isn't a clock in the dungeon."

"He went out to the drinks cupboard came back in and gave me a sip then let the raw alcohol touch the tender welts. I called him a bastard and told him just wait and see what I had in store for him."

"He then gave me a really hard stroke on my clitoris and then another. I made lots of noise, but refused to tell him what I had waiting for him. He released the rope to the ceiling and had me bend over. He then hit my anus then filled my cunt and anus with the largest vibrators turned them on and hit me until I could no longer stand. I was in a pool of come."

I asked her to stop. I need a breather. "Do you always do such extreme things?" 

Anne smiled "Not always, but I know, err... knew I could trust 'Dear Johnny' and I knew he would make me come till I dropped with-out coming himself. Mind you he had had a raging hard on all the time."

"Jesus, Anne you must be a lunatic. Why take such shit?"

"Well the orgasms I get go on and on and are the best high you have ever felt and I have the knowledge that I will get to give him back what he gave me so he dare not go too far."

"Yes provided he doesn't kill you first, what will a jury think of what you did to him?"

"Well if you look at his body you will see that only a few. Just 6 of the marks are fresh he has another S&M bitch in Canberra." 

I got out the pictures and sure enough the six stripes across his body were markedly livid, the others less marked. I made a note for the pathologist, and to get a private pathology just in case.

"Ok go on."

"Well I sat on the bench a while and he had a drink, he released the spreaders and took off the restraints. He gave me a glorious tongue lashing which revived me no end. He really was a sweet man."

"We had been going about a hour and three quarters. I told him to assume the position. Tied his arms behind him put a spreader between his legs. Made him bend over and gave him six of the best very slowly making the cane swish back and forth waving it under his balls. I tickled the end of his dick then another stroke. He begged no more or he would come and please could he have his surprise. So I told him to follow me. I dimmed the lights. The light in the back room was off so he could not see what was there."

"I told him to stand still then went to Jane made sure she was awake then went back and turned the spotlight on. Jane made a nice production of screaming. I pulled 'Dear Johnny' forward by his dick moving closer to Jane's open, screaming mouth. I had just about got his glans into her mouth when he went red, then blue and I felt him collapse. You know the rest."

"No I don't, how did Jane get free?"

"I told you she had soft material tubes on her wrists she was able to pull her hands free release her ankles and run for the phone."

"Ok but she was naked on that bench for two hours she will have left body fluids by the bucket full. We are not going to be able to leave her out of it!"

"I need to think this out. You need to think and you need to tell me why you do not want Jane involved. I am going to bed. Don't drink all the gin. The spare room is over there. Do not do a runner! I will see you in the morning."

I went to my bed to dream lurid sex scene after sex scene.

© Sylvi Slafford Aug 2010



Blind Faith Ch. 02



Chapter 2: More Exposure to Anne's World

The next day, a Tuesday did not start well. Anne was not in bed, nor in my apartment, she had gone. I fretted a while and got ready for work. I would have to go to the police station and let them know she was missing. I left it until the very last minute driving to the nick and finding a car parking space I went up the steps seconds before Anne was due to report. I heard my name called and there was Anne running across the road. I glowered at her and then stood by while she reported in.

There was no information from the pathologist and nothing further from forensics. I took Anne by the arm and led her to my car stuffed her inside and drove to the office; Made my apologies for the late show and marched Anne into my small room. I took a legal pad and wrote with a texter on the top sheet in very large letters. DO NOT DO THAT AGAIN.

Anne did at least look contrite. She wrote on the sheet of paper in very small letters. 'I had to see Jane!'

I took a few tomes from the shelf stuffed them in by brief case. I told Anne to follow me. I told the receptionist I would be out with Anne at the Scene of 'Dear Johnny's' death, or with the police the rest of the day. I would leave my phone on if she needed to contact me. I took Anne to an early lunch. I had missed breakfast, so it seems had she. We went back to the police station retrieved her keys and were given free access to the Dungeon and to her home.

I bought a surveyors tape measure and a squared pad as it was too late to go back to the dungeon. I took Anne back to her home. A sumptuous two story home with a pool, Jacuzzi, large rumpus room and a live in lodger, Bill!

A Mercedes, a late model and a Mazda 5 occupied two of the three spaces in the under house garage. Anne told me to park and we would talk the problem through. I was uncomfortable with this as it seemed that Bill would be part of the discussion.

The house a veritable mansion was sumptuous. The open lounge offered great views over the Harbour. The opera house was visible from the bathroom. The home was worth at least $2,000,000. It turned out that Anne was an accomplished cook. I tried to make small talk with Bill, while Anne cooked. She had soon prepared and presented a very nice evening meal. While I ate I worried at the problem of discussing Anne's case with Bill. It involved too much wild perverted sex for me. In the end I asked him to leave us to our serious talk. 

Bill point blank refused. He and Anne had been together a long time and he needed to know that everything that could be done was being done. There were no secrets between them. He was a witness at least to the previous assignations between 'Dear Johnny' and Anne and the start of the fateful meeting.

I had to relent, but I was going to be very uncomfortable going over the details again. I told Anne to tell me all about her relationship with 'Dear Johnny', "I want to know all the details do not leave anything out."

Anne began, "As you know 'Dear Johnny' is, err... was a senator. He was the youngest in the senate when he was first elected 12 years ago, no 13. He is from WA and lives there or in Canberra. He has a flat he shares with someone here in Sydney. We met by chance at a masked ball for sexual deviates. He was with the Dominatrix from Canberra who I knew. She introduced us and I gave him my phone number. It was quite a while later when he called for a session, he had just been re-elected. We hit it off right away. He likes the cane. I like the riding crop. I gave him what he wanted and he gave me what I wanted. Bill does not like hurting me and is a woos regarding the cane! The Canberra Dom only gives pain!"

Bill laughed.

I shushed Bill and asked, "So you have had monthly sessions with 'Dear Johnny' for five years?'

"Yes," replied Anne.

"These sessions were documented somewhere did you keep a diary?" I looked from Anne to Bill expectantly.

Anne shook her head. "No. But Bill was always present when he visited. He was there when we had group sessions, err... three times."

My head swam I had to ask the obvious. "You can verify this and are prepared to testify to the relationship with 'Dear Johnny'?"

Bill playfully patted Anne's rear as he went to the bar and mixed us all a drink. "I said I wanted to be there for her didn't I? Of course I will testify. You understand that 'Dear Johnny' was a pain freak. I have seen him beaten till he bled, what Anne did to him on Sunday was really quite mild."

I interjected, "But you were not there on Sunday were you?"

Bill smiled, "No, but you can see the marks of the six of the best she regularly gave him, He really like that and then to return the strokes before fucking her."

I tried not to groan at this explicit information. "Did she beat him first?"

Bill had a wicked grin on his face as he continued. "No, not always she had me string her up once. Another time she had me tie her to the fucking stool and another time she had me suspend her upside down from the ceiling. She had me cuff her and string her up the day he croaked."

I took a large gulp of cold vodka. I was getting far too much information, yet I had to know all the sordid details. I busied myself taking notes. Bill and Anne waited silently while I wrote. I looked up and asked, "You said you have seen 'Dear Johnny' beaten till he bled. When was that?"

Bill smiled again, "Over two years ago, but he came back the next month as if nothing had happened. The Canberra bitch was upset at how he used the girl Anne supplied."

I wanted to brush this information aside but needed to know about this other girl, "Is she still around could she would she testify?"

Bill frowned a little, "No she died in a car accident last March! Nice Kid kinky as hell! Good body as well."

Anne punched Bill on the arm. "I knew you fancied her you dork!"

Bill rubbed his arm. "Yeah well she was too much for me to handle. I cannot keep up with you!"

Anne punched him again, gentler this time and they both laughed.

I took another swig of vodka. Bill had mixed it rather strong I was beginning to feel the effects. I asked about the other group sessions. Anne had provided candidates for the position of slave for 'Dear Johnny' to test. Both times two other girls and Bill had been present. While both sessions had been what Anne called a blast and Bill said were exhausting. 'Dear Johnny' had not found what he had wanted. He had discerned that the girls were experienced rather than beginners. 

Bill said, "What 'Dear Johnny' really wanted was a virgin of course."

Anne said she was not sure what 'Dear Johnny' wanted but although he had enjoyed the group sessions immensely, the girls had not hit his spot! Anne remembered he had been very vigorous with her the following month. These sessions had been about three years earlier and the topic of a fresh slave had not been bought up since the drawing blood session.

I took more notes. I asked if the Canberra Dominatrix would testify. Bill said, "Yes." Anne said, "No." I took the woman's phone number. I asked about the other girls. Neither Bill nor Anne knew their real names and had not seen them since.

I then got Bill to tell me of what happened Sunday afternoon. I asked Anne not to prompt him. I was reluctant to ask her to leave bearing in mind what she had told me of the time before 'Dear Johnny' arrived.

Bill was brutally frank. I was getting hot under the collar as he described arriving seeing Anne in her scanty costume. Yes it would have been the first time 'Dear Johnny' had seen it. I made him describe the costume. He looked at me a little oddly. I explained that if this went to court the jury would be shown the photos of Anne and he would be asked if that was the costume she was wearing before he left. It was therefore necessary for him to be able to describe it and No I was not going to show him the photos. 

He said, "Spoil Sport. She has lots of costumes and she has one exactly the same, but bright green! Anne go and put it on while I describe it."

I said that would not be necessary. Anne got up and said "I need the loo [Australian for toilet] anyway."

Bill described the black patent leather costume. "It's in black shiny leather with silver studs. There are more bits missing than present. Her tits poke out. The leather forms the briefest support for her breasts. There are cutaways across the front and sides. The bottom half of the costume is like a pair of very brief French knickers but tight around the thigh leaving her pubis exposed. There are studs that undo to expose more flesh and the outfit can be entirely removed while she is strung up."

I tried to digest all this information but it did seem that Bill knew the costume very well indeed.

Anne came back into the room dressed in a shiny green outfit, she calmly walked up to me did a bob and spun round for me to see. I blushed and agreed that Bill did indeed know exactly what Anne was wearing. As far as I could tell the green costume was identical to the black one in the photos the police had given me.

Anne sat beside Bill on the lounge and he casually began stroking a breast, He pinched a nipple which hardened visibly, his other hand descended and I quickly got up. 

"I had better say good night." This behaviour was way to much for me to stomach.

I was disturbed when Anne spoke, "You have had too much to drink to drive home you better stay over there are lots of spare rooms, up the stairs and to the left take your pick." She pointed vaguely to a bedroom on the upper level. "I am sure Bill won't bother you he will be worn out when I've finished with him. See you in the morning." I was transfixed watching Bills fingers plunging in and out of Anne's wet cunt.

I watched for a very short while, but when Anne's hand moved to the bulge in Bills pants I turned and ran. "Sacred Cat," she laughed as I ran up stairs.

I spent another restless night full of sexy dreams. I was constantly approaching orgasm but never seemed to get there.

© Sylvi Slafford Aug 2010



Blind Faith Ch. 03



 Chapter 3: Total Immersion.

The room I had chosen had an en-suite so I was refreshed and dressed in the previous days clothes when Anne knocked and came in with clean underwear that fitted me it but left me feeling naked rather than dressed. The bra just came to my nipples and the thong; the first I had worn, left me feeling strangely exposed.

Having re-dressed in the scandalous outfit under my severe business suit I felt very strange. I joined Anne for breakfast. There was no sign of Bill. I asked, "Bill still in bed then?" 

Anne smiled, "He will sleep till noon at least."

The cool but sunny day progressed and after a leisurely breakfast we went to the police station and reported in. Anne handed over her passport. I checked with the inspector; again there were no forensic results. So I took Anne to my office and we went over her previous stories. We went to lunch and Bill joined us I did not know how he knew where we were. Anne must have arranged the meet which was very cleaver of her as I had chosen the place to eat. We checked into the police station and went to Anne's dungeon. I got Bill to go over where Anne was, where he was and what they did before 'Dear Johnny' arrived. I noticed that Bill did not mention Jane. It was beginning to look as if he really did not know she had been there. I made a mental note of that part of the mystery to be investigated.

Bill and Anne disagreed about a few small points. I asked them to rewind. As it was just about 2:30 the time Anne and Jane arrived I asked them to replay their actions of that dreadful Sunday afternoon. Bill went to the stairs Anne did likewise. She winked at me as she pantomimed coming in turning off the security system and re-locking the door. She went inside pantomimed taking Jane into the back room then went back to the main dungeon. We heard Bill come in. I left Anne in the dungeon and went to talk with Bill.

Anne told Bill about the note she had left him with phone numbers for the three people to contact for the Monday's session. I indicated to Bill to sit at the desk and asked him how long he was on the phone. I made a note about getting the phone records. Bill estimated he was 15 minutes on the phone and he had heard Anne in the other room, but had not seen her. He had finished the calls and went to the door saying that he would be off.

Anne had not heard him say this as she had just finished tying Jane up in the back room. He had walked the few steps to the dungeon door which was not fully closed and put his head inside and saw Anne in the outfit. He had whistled and gone in. I indicated that he should do just that. I followed him in. Bill whistled. 

Anne had the green costume on and was standing with some ropes and pieces of wood!

"Just fix me up Bill, exactly the same as Sunday." 

Bill gave a laugh, looked at my scarlet face, leered and asked, "Are you getting all this Joyce-Lynne, or should I get a camcorder, there's one in the desk?"

I spluttered. I did not know what to say. I just stood there like a dummy while Bill tied Anne's hands and ankles with rope. Some sort of steel fitting fixed Anne's wrists and ankles to some stout lengths' of wood. He then attached a rope from the ceiling and pulled Anne's arms above her head. He fixed the rope to a fitting on the wall.Bill had been giving me a running commentary and continued to demonstrate, I was soon wishing he had not.

"I checked my watch and there was ten minutes before 'Dear Johnny' was due and he was always punctual. I had Anne at my mercy and we had not had sex for a week for the usual reasons so I took advantage of the situation which is exactly what she wanted. I knew she would be as hot as hell when she came home so I did not need to come myself so I used and abused her body."

To my horror he proceeded to show me what he had done. I stood there open mouthed as he used hands and mouth to bring Anne to a rapid and obvious orgasm. He sucked her juices from his fingers, and left the room. 

He said, "I let 'Dear Johnny' in, I told Anne he was here. I told him Anne was waiting for him he went into the alcove to take his clothes off and I left."

The dungeon door shut leaving me with a still shuddering Anne. I did not know what to say. I needed time to compose myself, but I could not take my eyes from the exposed helpless body before me. I had not made any notes I was in a total head spin. After a while I realized Anne was watching me.

She said softly. "Ah, you are beginning to see the attraction."

I struggled to reply, just what was I supposed to do, or say now. Anne said, "It was about now that 'Dear Johnny' came in." 

I was stunned when the door opened and a naked Bill sporting an erection entered the room. 

Anne smiled, "I thought it would be a good idea to show you exactly what happened." 

Bill grinned. 

I was speechless. I found myself nodding. I took a few steps and sat on the bench press. As I sat my hand touched the riding quirt. It burned my flesh and I almost fell off the seat. Bill laughed and said, "You can give me that." I sat motionless.

"Come on I know they were alone, but you can give me the crop we can catch up the time if you help." 

I found my hand closing round the crop. I struggled to my feet and took the two steps and held it out to him. Anne smiled at me and at Bill and did a shuffling pirouette. As she turned back full on Bill bought the crop with a loud swish across her left buttock. 

Anne yelped. "Why Bill that really hurt you are getting better, or is it you like it with Joyce-Lynne watching?"

Bill struck Anne's other buttock. Anne let out another little yelp. I sank to the seat open mouthed, I was enjoying it as well!

I tried not to show it, but I was turned on as Bill gave Anne stroke after stroke. The faded marks from 'Dear Johnny's' applications were crossed and re-crossed. Bill was rampantly erect. He was obviously enjoying the sensation. Anne was laughing moaning and yelping alternately urging him on and then saying 'No, oh No' meaning 'Yes' of course as she turned into most of the blows. Bill was sweating profusely. I was as wet as I had ever been. I hoped that neither Anne or Bill knew that. 

Bill handed me the riding crop his male member less than a foot from me as he took some small items from the bench top beside me. I watched in amazement as he fixed clamps to Anne's nipples. He then fitted some weights to each clamp. Anne's nipples were pulled down. Bill flicked each weight and Anne howled.

He retrieved two more clamp things, like battery jumper clips, he bent down and fixed one to each of Anne's labia. He flicked them then came to the bench and picked up two more lead weights. He handed them to me and grinned. "Go on you know you would like to fix them on her." I shook my head.

I stammered, "N....no," but I found myself half walking, half crawling to were Anne was standing. She was holding her breath. I held one weight in my hand putting the other on the floor. I reached out for the cruel clip attached to Anne's Labia. I took it carefully in my hand and slipped the hook in the end of the weight through the hole in the clip. I reached down took the other weight and carefully attached it to the other clip. I slowly stood up and looked Anne in the eye. I then let the weights go!

Anne's eyes rolled and she moaned and moaned. I reached down and gave the weights an extra flick sending them swinging back and forth. Bill whispered in my ear. "Careful don't do more than you could take!" 

I took a deep breath and gave the weights another much harder flick. Anne moaned louder. The weights were wet. I put my left hand to her cunt then I placed my fingers to her mouth. She eagerly sucked them dry. I gave the weights another flick and even pulled down a little. I ran a finger across her clitoris then put the finger in my own mouth. Anne looked at me and smiled. "I knew about you the moment I saw you!"

I took a few steps back and sat down, the weights were jerking around and it was obvious that Anne was oscillating back and forth keeping the pain going. She was in ecstasy. Bill stood watching, his hand on his cock the riding crop in his other hand.

Suddenly he struck her left breast. Anne howled. When she subsided she presented her right breast. Bill struck again. Anne howled again. She took longer to regain control this time. She looked at Bill and said softly, "can you do it please." 

Bill growled moved to her right and with a wicked underhand stroke bought the leather tip of the crop onto Anne's labia. Anne screamed "Yes, yes. Thank you Bill!" Bill looked at me with wild eyes. "I know 'Dear Johnny' did that and worse to her I have never been able to do it before."

I nodded. Anne regained her stance Bill put the crop down beside me and let the rope holding her up go, Anne sagged to the floor. Bill picked her up and laid her across the bench beside me. Anne moaned, "Oh Yes. Bill. Yes. Do It." I watched as she spread her legs. Bill bought the crop down across her anus. Anne howled and howled.

Spittle was running down my chin. Other more intimate juices were running down my thighs. Bill removed the weights and clamps being very gentle. Anne was breathing very heavily. He took off the leg spreader. And Anne slowly recovered. I suddenly realized that she was holding my hand. She struggled back and with her knees on the floor forced herself upright. "I want you give me one last orgasm please Joyce-Lynne."

I shook my head. 

"Yes you can then you can watch while I fix Bill up. He needs fixing after that performance." Bill was standing watching. His right hand caressing his prick which was glistening in the spotlight, He held the riding crop out to me. I found my hand reaching out to take it. 

Anne smiled. "Let me get in position." She turned round put her head to the ground kicked up and her back rested against the bench. Her legs went across the bench and Bill gasped. I stood up and watched as Anne spread her legs wide then placed her hands to her labia took each between fingers and thumbs and pulled them apart exposing her clitoris.

"As hard as you can Joyce-Lynne, just one good stroke!"

I looked and looked. Bill gasped. 

Anne hissed, "Do It!" 

I lifted the riding crop measured the distance. Letting the leather tip just touch the wide open slit. "On Three," said Anne. I nodded.

"One, One and a half, Two, Two and a half." And I bought the crop down before Anne could say three. The shriek Anne let out was shrill long and faded into a yowl then into a moan. She slid sideways and curled up into a ball there was a pool of fluid collecting at her hips. She moaned and moaned for a while then in a very soft voice said. "Get Bill ready I will be OK in a minute!"

Bill looked at me and grinned. "Fix me up like she was, here I will show you how."

In a daze I was wrapping Bill's ankles in a rope and fixing the spreaders. His rampant cock inches from my face. I resisted the temptation to touch it. He helped me fix one wrist and I had to fix the other. His erection was even harder if that was possible, his cock standing up with large veins and a visible pulse that made it twitch. He told me how to fix the ceiling rope and told me to pull it up as hard as I could.

I was trembling when I had him strung up Bill grinned. "You are going to enjoy this more than me, not a lot, but definitely more." He laughed as Anne came to stand beside me. She had a wide leather strop in her hand. It swished and landed on his left buttock. Bill yelped, and yelped again and again as Anne bought his buns to a cherry red. Bill was soon swooning, head down and sobbing. Anne took my hand and pulled me to the side so I was standing behind Bill. She looked at me and quickly took off her costume and signed for me to put it on. 

I found my trembling fingers unzipping and climbing out of my clothes. I soon had the green costume on. She handed me the strop. Bill was facing away from the bench and still moaning softly head down. Anne pulled his head up and he moaned then grinned at her noticing that she was naked. 

Anne signaled to me to strike and I bought it down across his back not very hard but it made a nice sound I raised the strop again and Anne took Bill's left arm and swung him round. His eyes lit up as he saw me. I gave him two hard blows across his chest. He yelled. I dropped the strop and collapsed to the bench.

I was aware that Anne was fiddling around fussing and talking softly. I recovered from the induced climax to find that Anne had fixed four ropes to the costume and was pulling them I was being pulled back on to the bench. Bill took notice when I yelped. Anne had the ropes taught and came to me talking softly she took my left wrist and attached a cuff she did the same with the right then to each ankle. She briefly felt me. Bill was grinning from ear to ear. Anne came back with two pieces of wood. I found myself letting her fix them between wrists and ankles. Two more ropes were attached and I was spread on the bench with head hanging off one side legs off the other there was no doubt in my mind about what was going to happen next.

Anne let the rope holding Bill up to the ceiling free and ran it through another loop she pulled and Bill took a few steps forward. He was growling, I was sobbing. Anne positioned Bill so his cock was an inch from my mouth. He struggled to reach that inch. Anne laughed "No Bill dear we owe her more than that and she surely owes us more stand there and get ready you will know when." Anne let the rope go. 

Bill bent forward and his cock moved closer to my gaping mouth I wanted it in me and soon. I could not see what Anne was doing. "On three." she said. I knew what was coming and I was already coming. One Two Whack the riding crop landed on my exposed labia. I yelled and Bill thrust his cock in my mouth. I felt a warm wet mouth on my throbbing cunt. Bill thrust and thrust on the third he came with a roar and a mighty flood of come which I slurped and slurped while he came and came again.

It was probably half an hour later when I had recovered sufficiently to talk. I asked Anne to release me. Bill was on the floor Anne had a vibrator in both her holes. She grinned and released me. I pulled Bill to his feet lay him on the bench and set to rousing a fresh erection. Anne grinned and said, "that's the way to go girl." Bill soon revived. He wanted to mount me. I told him to lie still I climbed to the bench top the facing away from him took the costume off and squatted down on his face. Anne grinned again. After a while I told him to lick my anus he obliged. I was soon ready I stood took a step and sank down onto his hard cock. A hole in one right up to the hilt in my ass. 

"Ok Anne where is that cane? Give me your best strokes across my tits." Anne quickly grabbed the cane. Bill was going wild thrusting harder and harder while I pressed down. Swish thwack each breast stung and I began to orgasm. "Hold me tight Bill I don't want to fall off." I reached down and held open my Labia. Give me two of the best please Anne."

Anne climbed onto the bench standing astride me and bought the cane down one and then two, the second blow very hard. I went into orbit.

I think Bill and Anne went there too.

I woke from the sexual excess an hour later. I fingered the red welts on my body. I fingered the welts on Anne beside me and the stiff cock the other side of me. I was in some sort of bed. I was in heaven. I knew just how 'Dear Johnny' had had a heart attack.

We just managed to get back to the nick to sign in. Bill waited for Anne and I made my way home. I had a dreamless sleep.


© Sylvi Slafford Aug 2010 



Blind Faith Ch. 04



Chapter 4 The Phone Call

It was a Friday evening; we had been waiting and waiting for the forensics, again they were promised for Monday morning. We had been over and over the story and I had rehearsed Anne and Bill till they had their stories word perfect. Jane had reluctantly told me her side of the tale which tallied with Anne's. We were all frustrated with the twice a day visits to the police station to report in. We were all living in Anne's home and I had most of my clothes there.

We were waiting for Anne to finish fixing dinner when I heard the sound of a cell phone. A ring tone I had not heard before. "Oh Business!" said Ann as she rushed to a sideboard and took out the ringing cell phone. She looked at the display and took the call. She did not say a word, but was obviously being spoken to. The call lasted for a minute or so, at last Anne said, "I owe you," and closed the phone and put it back in the draw.

Anne turned and faced me, "Joyce-Lynne that call was; in effect, for you, but the caller wants to remain anonymous. The caller thought that you would recognize the voice and there is a need to be able to deny that the phone call ever took place let alone any knowledge of the subject matter."

I was mystified so enquired, "What is so secret and so sensitive on a Friday evening?"

Anne said, "The caller wishes to make it known to you that a warrant for my arrest was sworn out this evening, after hours by the duty magistrate. I am to be arrested on Sunday afternoon for failing to report in! The source will deny even knowing this so please do not ask who it is. How we got to know must remain a secret!"

"But why on Sunday and how can they know that you won't report in?" I was seriously worried this sounded very fishy.

Anne chuckled, "It is the 'City to Surf' fun run on Sunday morning and unless we get to the other side of the main road before they close this road at 7:30 am, we will be stuck here until after twelve! They always close this road and there is no other way out!" 

"The sneaky bastards, this is down to that damn police inspector, he has set you and me up. I bet the forensics have been around for a while and he has laid this trap for us. We must be very careful not to spring it while we spring one of our own. Did I hear you say 'You owed' the informant?"

Anne smiled, "yes, but it's the sort of debt that I am happy to pay. How are we to get round this little problem, and why not just go to your place on Saturday evening or go out very early on Sunday morning?"

"Well if we do either of those things then perhaps they will know that we are aware of the trap and the arrest warrant. They will be disappointed, but won't use the warrant they will find another way to trap you. They will also become suspicious about the source of our information. They will be watching us closely. I have seen an unmarked car following us every time we go report in. Now do not go looking for it when we go tomorrow! We must be very sneaky. It will be very nice to get them to arrest you with that warrant when in fact you have reported in!"

Anne began to see where I was going, I continued. "I know an old policeman who stands in as desk sergeant on days like Sunday. I will have a quiet word with him and arrange a specific time to report in. He will make sure no one else sees you; all we have to do is to get there. Now are you sure there is no other way out of here when the road is closed. I know there isn't a ferry, but is there someone with a boat?"

Anne smiled, "sadly not that I know, but I do have some 'City to Surf' entrance forms and runner tags. Bill and I always go in it." She went to the sideboard and came back with the runner's tags and the route map.

There was a watering station at the end of her road where it was closed off. "My neighbors' usually man the watering station; shall I give them a ring?"

I smiled the cops were going to be given a nasty surprise! A few phone calls later, all done on that special phone and Anne and I were going to be a couple of runners who would 'Join' the run at the watering station, run to the next one, leave the run, get to the police station, report in, back track, rejoin the run at the watering station before Anne's road, run to Anne's road and retire, dress in the same clothes, dispose of the evidence and see what happened.

We had normal clothes arranged and top clothes to wear to and from the end of the road and to visit the police station. We would be seen at the watering station and then be lost in the crowd for a while then found again. Still on this side of the road block, but having reported in! If the plan worked the inspector would order in his arresting officer or even do it himself. I would then have some heavy duty leverage to get the case moving and even get the charges dropped.

Anne and Bill went to bed very happy. I sat and fumed at the dirty tricks that the Inspector had laid for us then laughed like a drain. If we could pull this off I was going to be very popular with the senior partners.

The operation went off like a charm. We knew we were seen leaving Anne's house. We knew we were followed to the blocked off roadway and we were able to get lost in the crowd. It took only twenty minutes for the short run, a fast car ride to and from the police station to check in and return to the course and then run back to Anne's road. We changed back into the original clothes and went back to Anne's house deep in conversation. We were in my car waiting in the queue with several others just after twelve pm when the Inspector and two burly Cops knocked on the window demanded Anne get out the car. I was told to shut up. Anne was roughly cuffed and thrust into a waiting Divisional Van (Australian for Paddy Wagon) and carted off.

Our trap had sprung. I went straight to the watch house, I made an urgent application to see the duty magistrate. Took photo copies of the duly signed reporting in file and waited for the fireworks to go off!

The duty magistrate was very angry with the Inspector. Anne was immediately released the reporting was reduced to Monday mornings only and only for two more weeks. The cops were ordered to proceed with a pre trial hearing within 14 days or drop the charges. The Inspector was to be reported to his superiors. I was very pleased with the result.

Anne did indeed owe the person who had contacted her!

When we reported to the police station on the Monday morning, the forensics were there. The reports were dated nine days previously the Inspector had sat on them and set his trap deliberately. I formally registered a very strong complaint with the duty superintendant who promised to look into the delay. More trouble for the Inspector?

The hearing was to be heard on the following Friday. I took the forensics with me into the office and let Anne go off on her own, her first un-escorted outing in almost five weeks. I reported the weekend's action to the partners leaving out the tip-off of course. They called in an expert and we all went over the forensics. 'Dear Johnny' had died of a massive cerebral hemorrhage. He was brain dead within seconds, before Anne had had time to react; well before Anne began CPR. He had several problems that could have caused equally sudden death! His arteries were in a bad state, he had other aneurisms and his heart had been under strain for several years. The postmortem report said 'Dear Johnny' was a walking corpse waiting to fall over. He should not have been driving and certainly should have retired from the stress of life as a senator and had himself hospitalized!

The partners all smiled. The senior said he would lead at the hearing! I could assist.

The hearing was almost an anti-climax except we had the chief magistrate hearing it and as I had represented Anne at the original bail hearing and he had heard about the fuss over the false arrest. He shushed the senior partner and recommended that I present the defense case and recommendations as I would not likely miss anything out being so close to the defendant. The Senior Partner sat down with a deflated thud and deferred to me.

It took less than 30 minutes and the result quite a foregone conclusion Anne was released without any charge. The police actions were to be reported to the Police Minister, 'Dear Johnny's' honour was left unblemished. He had stumbled down Anne's steps by accident. Just how he ended up naked was not reported upon.

The senior partner was a little miffed, but full of congratulations. I was one huge step nearer a junior partnership! 

© Sylvi Slafford Aug 2010



Blind Faith Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Anne Re-Pays her Debt

It was almost two months later when I got a phone call from Anne; she had been sunning herself at an exclusive resort. She was sorry she had not spoken to me earlier. I was magnanimous, I understood. Anne needed me and she would not say what for. I suspected that she was setting up a belated congratulations and thank you party for me.

I agreed that I could take a few days off and be at her house that Friday evening. I asked how long I would need off. 'Oh a few days,' was all Anne would say. I took a week off packed a small case of clothes and reported for the mysterious few days.

Anne looked terrific. Her tan was glowing. Bill was nowhere to be seen. Anne had a sumptuous meal already cooked with some very fine wine. I was cautious, but with just the two of us at the table I had rather more wine that I normally consumed. Anne was very animated. We laughed rather a lot. Anne liked what the chief magistrate had done to the senior partner and loved what he had done to the Inspector. A false arrest compensation claim was being assessed and she would get quite a kick out of rubbing his nose in it. I advised not doing that and to keep it out of the papers. Anne agreed, "But I really would like to nail him!"

I was quite tipsy and suddenly quite tired. Anne told me to go to bed as we had quite a way to go next morning. She would not tell me more and gave me a very warm kiss as she saw me to my bedroom. I was rather taken aback by this and put it down to the effects of the wine. "I will call you at six thirty we need to be on the road before eight." I waved and quickly shut my bedroom door.

I was soon being woken by Anne in a see-through negligee. "Did you sleep well? Dress casual it's a long drive." I mumbled, "good morning," to her back as she disappeared out the door, "Breakfast in ten minutes." said her retreating voice. I was soon showered dressed. Anne had a scrumptious breakfast of strawberries, cream and champagne for me just strawberries and cream for her as she was driving. "I have had enough of Mr. Plod to last me a life time!" She joked.

We were soon on the road going into the Blue Mountains. We were not far from The Three Sisters when Anne stopped chatting and went all serious on me. "Joyce-Lynne you do trust me don't you?"

I said, "of course," but wondered if she saw my fingers were crossed. 

"Well the thing is you cannot know exactly where we are going, so I am going to ask for you to agree to be blindfolded and restrained in the back seat for the rest of the journey!" She pulled into an off-road viewing car park; there were only two cars there and no people in view.

I was shocked and getting very angry. Anne saw by my reaction that I was not well pleased. "Joyce-Lynne if you won't do this then I will turn round and take you back home. I cannot tell you another thing about where we are going. Please it's not far now, but you must be blindfold and with handcuffs on and in the back seat. Please Trust Me!" I got out of the car. My face was burning I was trembling with rage, but then realized that that rage was tempered with a fission of excitement. Anne's reputation as a dungeon Mistress and the weeks I had spent in her company had made the days after the case closed somehow flat. I pulled the back door of the car open glared at her as she stood across the car from me.

A radiant mile crossed her lovely face. "I promise, you will never regret this." She fished out a large bag from the back seat and came round the car. She handed me a black velvet ribbon. "You can put that on, not to tight, but please do not cheat." 

I wrapped the cloth round my eyes it went round twice with enough left to tie into a bow. Anne produced a pair of fur lined bondage handcuffs. She took a wrist and snapped it on; she then spun me around and snapped the cuff on the other wrist.

"Now let me re-do that blind fold." She laughed. "I knew you would cheat, I did exactly the same the first time I came here!" 

I made a face at her and shrugged. "Well I could only look down!" I said.

Soon the blindfold was on properly then I felt a bag of some sort being put over my head. I was helped into the back seat and I felt a cord of some sort pull my wrists down towards the floor. "You had better lie across the seat Joyce-Lynne." I did as I was told. Anne got back in the car and started off and turned the audio up quite loud. I called her a few names. She ignored me. I was quite hot in the back seat; then I felt a cold blast of air, Anne had turned the air-conditioning on full blast.

It was at least 30 minutes before the car a last came to a halt. I was quite sure we had made quite a few turns and double backs. Could not even guess where we were.

"You cannot have the restraints or blindfold off until we are all the way inside. I will guide you." Anne took my hand and I felt the cord being released. Anne helped me up and out the car. "Just a few steps scrunching along a gravel surface, then up some wide steps," said Anne. I held on tight and she called out the start of the steps. "Up five wide stone steps, just a few more steps through here; now down a double flight of stairs." Her voice now had a slight echo it was a large entrance hall. Anne guided me and after a few turns into a cool passageway then a step over a door threshold. "Now down." Anne said. Her voice had a definite echo now and the air smelt a little damp and cool. I heard a heavy door shut in the distance. 'The front door,' I guessed. We were half way down the flight of stairs Anne in front guiding me when I heard another door close behind me. This was definitely a descent into a private dungeon. Anne was delivering me into some sort of situation where kinky sex, even painful sex was bound to be involved. 

I hissed, "You Bitch where are you taking me, what are you doing?"

Anne said, "Hush this is all very secret; do not give us away. It's a surprise for someone else, not for you!"

I sucked in a large breath and followed meekly. We reached the bottom of the stairs and went a few steps along a passage that echoed to my footsteps. Anne said. "Shit," and I tried to tiptoe. I played along intrigued now. Through another doorway and a heavy door shut behind me then another much closer and there was the sound of a heavy lock being turned.

"Ok, we are here. I can let you loose now and explain."

Anne released my wrists and took the bag of my head. I released the velvet blindfold. "Ok Anne you better explain and it had better be good, very, very, very good!" I looked around me. I was indeed in a dungeon, cum wine cellar. There were several doors and alcoves leading off a central room there was no hint as to which door we had entered from. There were only two bare light globes in the high ceiling. It was cool, but not cold. There was a large rack of dusty wine bottles along one wall.

Anne said with a laugh. "You remember that phone call about the arrest warrant?" 

I said, "Yes of course." "Well I am paying back that debt with interest. You are the interest!"

I thought about this for a while. "This is a person of influence who you have known professionally for some time. It's probably a Judge. He is into whips or bondage of some sort and you are going to give me to him as the interest on what you owe him!"

I tried to sound angry, really pissed off, but inside I was wetting myself in anticipation. I had a good idea who Anne's mystery man was.

Anne sighed, "You are very clever Joyce-Lynne please don't try to guess, please trust me we will have a wonderful time here. I know you very well and promise you a very rewarding experience in more ways than one."

I growled at her. "You are going to OWE me big time for this."

"I will won't I and I have a brilliant way to re-pay you, but more about that later. We have to get ready now, through here." She went and unlocked a large heavy door, opened it and led the way. I slowly followed. "Shut the door please." I shut it. "We can get changed through here. Another small door led off the strange room we were in and there was an impressive wooden door with a large brass door handle and a brass Knocker. It reminded me of a receptionists' area of a university or posh school. I realized that it did look like the Head Mistresses office suite at my old school.

The room Anne led me to was just a changing room, a few benches, a toilet and shower recess. A row of steel lockers with school uniforms hanging up. "Lets shower," said Anne shrugging off her blouse and slacks. She turned the water on then removed her scanty underwear and was soon soaping herself. "Come on Joyce-Lynne, we don't have a lot of time perhaps an hour maybe less. I will tell you more as we get dressed. I can fill in all the blanks, as soon as we get ready. Try not to get your hair wet!" 

I took my clothes off while, Anne showered. She took a large white towel from a pile in a cupboard beside the lockers and began to dry herself while I had a quick shower.

Anne said, "We had better go to the loo now, it may be a while before we get to go again." She laughed as she pulled the stall door shut. I dried myself off and began putting my clothes back on. I heard the loo flush and Anne came back. "No Joyce-Lynne I am wearing this school uniform and there is a special outfit for you. Go use the loo." She gave me a gentle shove towards the toilet. "Remember it may be quite a time before we get to go again."

Anne let the towel she had wrapped round her drop and took a very formal high school uniform out of a locker. I looked at her then back at the tunic I recognized that uniform.

"That's my old school. Aren't we a bit old to be playing school girls?" 

"It isn't that hard Joyce-Lynne. Wait till I put my young girl makeup on!" Anne held the uniform up and looked all innocent. 

I went to the loo and took care taking my time remembering Anne's warning. When I returned to the lockers Anne was in full schoolgirl outfit. She was carefully removing her sophisticated woman's make-up and had another make-up set ready. She pointed to a locker, "your outfit is in there." She beamed at me and watched with a grin a mile wide as I opened the locker door.

There was a senior's netball tunic with logo and all, shoes and team socks. I almost choked. "But we wore nothing underneath this." I blurted out. Anne laughed, "Exactly, remember that line! Go on it is your size even has your name and number on it." 

I shut my mouth which was hanging open. It did indeed look exactly like my old school netball tunic. I was quite a bit bigger all over now and hoped who-ever had obtained it knew my new size. I need not have worried. It was tight, very tight. I had to get Anne zip me up and fix the top catch. The tunic would be banned if a real senior netball girl turned up to play a game in one quite like it. There was a small mirror on the toilet door and I got a good look!

"I hope the person this is for has a strong constitution. This outfit could give an old coot a heart attack." I adjusted the crotch so that it covered all of me.

Anne laughed and did a twirl, "this is just as bad." she flashed a very thin pair of white knickers that covered her rear end while outlining every curve! Her bust was also almost bursting out of the blouse. She was now almost ready her make-up dulled down her lips pale pink and no eye shadow. She did indeed look a lot younger and less sophisticated. She offered me the make-up kit and helped me. I soon looked like a netball player pre-match.

"Ok Darling Joyce-Lynne we have been naughty school girls caught doing something serious enough to be sent for punishment, at least six of the best. My story is that I was caught smoking and there is a suspicion that it was a joint. Can you think up a reason why you have been sent to be canned?"

I grinned at Anne, "I remember being caught smoking and calling the mistress who caught me a 'silly fucking cunt'. I got six of the best for that not that long ago!"

"Yes I was smoking a joint when I last got the strap. I never actually got canned, did not know what I was missing." Anne laughed, "Ok we can go wait for our punishment."

She opened the door and we sat on a long bench beside the large door which was now labeled Head Mistress. I did a double take. I had assumed the person was a Man. Anne gave me a knowing look. "Ok we must be absolutely silent when we hear the doors opening. There will be about 30 seconds before we follow into the study through there. I believe I am going to get mine first then it will be your turn. If you talk you will get extra strokes so be careful. It won't take that long and we have fun afterwards. And I do mean fun! Oh the study is a full blown S&M dungeon absolutely soundproof. There are ropes chains and all sorts of things in there; there is even an old fashioned torture wrack."

"Anne. You have obviously been here before so I must trust you and hope that my being interest on your debt will be accepted in the spirit that it is given. I would hate to be an un-welcome extra on what should be a personal one on one encounter."

Anne laughed quietly. "No you still do not know, stop guessing. It will be all right and although YOU will be a surprise, two naughty schoolgirls are expected. Hush there is the outer door. Good Luck!"

The locked door rattled as the tumblers dropped and it opened. A stern older woman strode in, her hair in a bun and with sensible shoes and formal suit. A man followed her. The woman did not look at Anne or me but swept to the large door opened it and strode through it. The man did a double take; made a fleeting grin at Anne then honestly blushed when he saw me. He was in a suit and a school gown. We did know each other in a professional way. He hastily followed the Head Mistress into the study, the door closed. Anne looked at me and with a finger to her lips gave a big grin and rolled her eyes.

About thirty seconds later the study door opened and the Master came to the door. The Head Mistress was saying, "I know this is unusual, but every one else has gone home. You are the only staff member here and these two girls have got to be punished now and I am not allowed to do it alone, there has to be another member of staff present. Wheel them both in and we can get it over with." This was delivered in a voice loud enough for us to hear. It was all part of the plot which I still only partly understood.

The Master said, "Come in you two." Anne and I stood and the man looked up at the two 190cm Amazon schoolgirls as they slunk past him heads bowed down. He was at least 25cm shorter!

Anne stood before the Head Mistress in front of the large empty desk behind which, the women sat. I stood beside Anne.

"What did you do this time Jones Minor?" She was obviously talking to Anne. 

"I was smoking Headmistress." 

"Where?"

"In the toilet block by the games field Mum."

"And what were you smoking?"

"I don't know what brand Mum; it was handed to me already alight. I had only had one puff when we were caught."

"And where is this thing you were smoking now?"

"It fell down the toilet Mum."

"And I suppose the toilet then flushed."

"Yes Mum."

"Well this is very suspicious and you sound very defiant so you will get twelve of the best on your bare bottom. Do you have anything to say?"

Anne with head still bowed said, "No Mum."

The Head Mistress turned to me, "And you have also been caught smoking, but your mouth has got you into more serious trouble. Not something I expect from the captain of the netball team."

I said, "Yes Mum, no Mum."

"Yes to smoking?" 

I said, "Yes Mum." 

"And just what did you say when you were caught?"

I looked up at the Head Mistress and gave a defiant look, but kept my mouth shut. 

"Hmmmm I have seen the member of staff who caught you and she has told me what she thought she heard. What did you say?"

I said, "I said Silly Fucking Cunt, Mum."

"You called a member of staff a silly fucking cunt!" The Head Mistress roared. 

"No Mum. I was referring to myself for getting caught!" I kept my head up and looked her in the eye.

"My, my, you lie well, but I think that the staff members account is true. You are going to get as many strokes as it takes to make you to recant Understand?" 

"Yes Mum." I replied and looked down. Anne was almost laughing. 

"And you Jones Minor will get extra if you do not wipe that smirk off your face."

Ann tried, but from where I stood did not succeed. The Head Mistress made another Harumph noise.

"Get ready then Jones Minor. Knickers Off!" Anne made a face hiked her skirt up flashed the thin garment at the Master standing beside the desk and pulled the flimsy garment down. "Tuck the skirt up girl." The Head Mistress sternly ordered. Anne duly tucked the already short garment in, exposing her trimmed pussy hair. The Master looked slyly and took a glance at the Head Mistress. 

"Well, well," the headmistress said, "the styles these girls adopt. I do not know what they are coming to. Hair was just hair when I was a girl!" Anne swallowed a laugh. 

"Six extra for that Jones Minor."

"Bend over the Horse Jones Minor." Anne sauntered up to the vaunting horse and bent over it. It was high enough to have her on tip toe. The Head Mistress took a wicked looking cane and gave Anne six strokes from one side then another six from the other. Anne did not make a sound, but when she was told to stand up there was a glisten of moisture on her cheeks and a bigger slick down the inside of her thighs.

"Stand there while the Master checks to see if you are fit for the rest!"

Anne stood and the Master visibly trembling walked behind her and gave a cursory look at Anne's striped bottom. "No Man you have to look careful and check for any sign of blood. You get a better assessment by feeling the welts." The Master told Anne to bend over and duly looked close and ran his hands over Anne's glowing bottom which she wriggled and rotated. "Keep still girl," said the Head Mistress.

"No Damage done Mum, she is fit for the rest of the punishment Mum."

"Well she can wait for that a while." 

"Now you." She glared at me. 

"But Mum," I got out. 

The Head Mistress roared at me. "Bare Bottom NOW girl!" 

I was muttering under my breath, "But this is all I have on." I reached behind my back and flicked the clasp that held the back of the tunic then pulled the zip down bent forward and shimmed the tunic off my breasts and down my hips. I let it fall to the floor and flicked it in the air towards the Master as I stood naked with my shaved pubis before The Head Mistress and the Master. The Head Mistress tried not to smile as she took in the Master's reaction. 

"Now assume the position." 

I bent across the vaulting horse, but jumped up a little so that I was balanced across it and rather than standing on tip toe. I spread my legs about two feet apart, with my feet off the ground. A position I remembered well.

The cane whistled down and soon six of the best were on one cheek, then six more on the other. "Check her for damage sir," said the Head Mistress. I stayed on the horse and felt his breath as he looked then felt my red ass.

"No Damage Mum."

Another six on each cheek followed. "Get down girl. Check her out Sir." said the Head Mistress

I stood legs apart dripping wet smelling like a whore in heat as he checked my very red ass.

I kept absolutely still while he ran his hands over the welts. "No Damage Mum," he reported.

"Harumph." was the response.

Another 12 then, I turned and looked at the Head Mistress. "Can I ask for them somewhere else Mum?"

"Quiet," she roared then asked, "Where?"

I pointed at my left breast, "six here and six here," pointing to the other breast.

"You must not move. Lean back against the horse arms wide and back. Hold her wrists Master!" I assumed the position. The Master's hands were trembling as he took my wrists. The Head Mistress took a few steps and delivered the first few strokes. 




Blind Faith Ch. 05



"You missed the nipple Mum." I said and the last two struck hard in exactly the right place. She changed aim and repeated the punishment to the other breast and nipple. 

"Check her over Master," said the headmistress. 

I stayed still and smiled sweetly as the Master looked closely then felt the welts across my breasts. He was flushed and really shaking as he did this. "No damage," he reported.

"Stand away Girl, Your turn Jones minor." 

Anne said, "Can I have the same as that Mum." And took the same position I had just left. The Master more boldly took her wrists and Anne soon had twelve strips across her breasts. The Master examined her breasts. He was more confident with her. I knew he had explored Anne before!

"No damage Mum," he reported.

The mistress said, "You can have six more down there to teach you what pubic hair is for Jones Minor get astride the horse and open your legs wide," Said the Head Mistress. Anne smiled sweetly at me and did as she was told. The Head Mistress managed to deliver six very good strokes across Anne's exposed cunt. And Anne made quite a lot of noise. "Check her out Master," said the Head Mistress. The Master got very close to Anne and tenderly examined the inflamed tissue. Anne was flooding as he did this and juices ran down her thighs. "Help her up man, sit her there." She was pointing to an oddly shaped stool. Anne lent upon him and was sat on the stool she moaned as she sat. The Head Mistress looked at me, "Well?" she asked.

I smiled, I then took a gymnastic stance Standing on one leg the other pointing to heaven with my right arm holding it high. "Six this side please Mum." I lent over to the side giving her a lateral stroke on my left labia. I changed legs and turned "Six this side Mum." and got six more on that side.

"Check her for damage Master," Said the Head Mistress. I Held my pose and the Master ran his hand over my burning and very wet labia. He did not look at my face he was scarlet but was enjoying feeling my vaginal lips.

"No damage," Mum.

"You did say you would go on till I asked you to stop Mum so could you do the rest here?" I bent down tucked my head under put my shoulders to the floor straightened my body then did the splits with legs wide. I took my labia and held them apart. "Ok Mum, go for it as fast and as hard you can, or should I say dare."

The cane whistled, I began to orgasm and eventually passed out. I do not think I made a sound! I woke with the Master examining my burning parts. There was obvious fluid around his mouth. The Head Mistress was looking over his shoulder. "No visible damage Mum." 

"Can I have a few of them Mum?" said Anne, assuming a similar position. 

The Head Mistress obliged. Anne yelled as each stroke fell enough she yelled after the fourth.

"Check her out Master," said the Head Mistress. 

The Master did a careful examination of Anne and was soon kissing the tender flesh. Anne was coming strongly. The Master lifted his head long enough to say. "No Damage, but she needs more of this," and plunged his tongue into Anne's gaping hole. 

The Head Mistress, said "I had better see to this one then," and fell upon me. Her tongue was divine. I came and came. I remember falling asleep with my head between the Head Mistresses legs and my tongue lapping her juices.

I woke up in a very large bed in silk sheets, but alone.

I looked around then went back to sleep. I was woken much later by Anne. She had a huge tray of food. I ate rather a lot.

"Fun starts when you're ready," said Anne. "Half and hour, or longer?" she asked. 

"Ok an hour," I said.

An hour later Anne came in, she was in her green dominatrix outfit and gave me her black one. I gingerly pulled it on and asked her to do up the straps as tight as they would go. "Ok Joyce-Lynne follow me." We went down a few stairs and along a corridor into a hallway and down stairs into the dungeon. I opened the door and was confronted by wall to wall bound men and one woman. The Head Mistress was naked and hogtied legs spread wide there was a dildo in both holes, there was a ball gag in her mouth. The men, there were seven, excluding the Master, all young were in chains or ropes attacked to the walls, or ceiling but all able to move. All were naked none sporting erections until they had seen me. Then members began to rise. The Master was hogtied like the Head Mistress with a butt plug and ball gag.

"Ok Joyce-Lynn you can do what ever you like with all these slaves. I will join in. Who do you want to start with?" 

"The Master, he seemed to know what he was doing when he cooled your cunt down. Bring him over here lets ask him if he will do me as well as he did you." The Master was nodding violently. I spent the next hour checking all of the men out upon my inflamed labia. I ignored The Head Mistress, Anne took my lead and did much the same though she had two larger cocks fuck her while other men lapped her cunt.

I had soon had enough of men and told Anne to come do me. She was much better than the men. The Head Mistress had been making mewling noises for a while. 

"Let us release her, but she must not touch." I said. So she was set free. It was not long before I caught her with a cock in her hand

"Got you bring me a cane. Lie down young man; get him hard Head Mistress then straddle him reverse cowgirl, hold her arms back boy any one else want a go and I struck her breasts with the cane she went off like a rocket. She was soon fucked by some men even a double penetration and many strokes of the cane later she was gasping for a final thrashing from me. 

"I am not a supple as you Joyce-Lynne but I want as many as I can take right here." she spread her swollen pussy lips I got the Master to hold her legs and Anne held her arms. I then let her have it. She was out of it after three strokes.

She came round a few minutes later. "Ok Head Mistress now you get fucked! Come on boys the Head Mistress needs fucking." They all had her. I do not think she was aware after the second. She was howling like a wolf.

I waited a while and eventually all activity stopped I waited a while longer. All the slaves were un-fettered now.

I found some cool water. I went round reviving them all.

"Ok people, my turn now You have all had orgasms I have not had one. I want you to make me come and here is how you do it." I had found a very large vibrator. I inserted it in my anus, "Now fuck me with what ever. You can all make me come."

The all tried and tried and eventually I came in a shuddering orgasm with the Master's cock in my mouth and the Head Mistresses fist in my cunt.

They put me to bed. Next day or perhaps a day later Anne came to me. "It's time to go home Joyce-Lynne."

© Sylvi Slafford September 2010



Blind Faith Ch. 06



Chapter 6. Anne's Quest.

We were in the Mercedes driving back to Sydney, a beautiful morning we were both smiling and singing along with the radio. We got out from the twists and turns of the blue mountain roads. The road ahead was a straight stretch Anne turned to me and said. "Joyce-Lynne I will find you a MAN. I promise you I will find you one." 

Anne's suggestion was so funny I laughed. "Anne I have had many men. I have even been engaged, but they don't last long for obvious reasons. The one I was engaged to broke it off because he found me intimidating. He told me I was the best looking girl in the world, but the worst fuck. He is probably right, you know just how I get to have an orgasm, just think about it and don't bother. I am Ok I can come visit you now and again and I hope to visit the Head Mistress again. They did say I would be welcome back."

Anne repeated her promise, "Ok Joyce-Lynne but I will find you a man that likes the sort of things you like." She concentrated on her driving.

We went back to singing along with the radio and my life returned to normal. I pushed Ann's promise into the back of my mind as idle chatter. The remaining few days of my leave were spent pampering myself and putting my mind back into career mode. 

It was several months later that I called Anne. She had said I could call her and she could always fix up a session. I told her, "I need a fix can you fit me in?"

Anne laughed, "Joyce-Lynne I will always find room for you and do you want one or more than one?"

"Several bastards forget about the search." I explained. " I need some serious orgasms Anne so please find some Guys that won't chicken out." 

She laughed, "Ok you just want an orgasm then." 

"Well I was thinking of more than one." I could tell that Anne was laughing at my comment.

She said, "OK I will ring you back. When is your next period due."

"This Thursday," I said. The line went dead. It was not five minutes later when the cell phone rang it was Anne.

She said "Ok in ten days time then." I agreed. "My place in the city Monday week at three pm, don't bring anything, dress as if your are going to work but old clothes. I will arrange everything." 

"Ok I can take the week off, you were very quick did you have a booking anyway?"

"No this is a special event set up for you." Anne sounded bubbly but would tell me no more.

I went back into career mode with a little buzz that grew as the days flew by. I gave myself a careful shave on the Monday morning, and went to work as usual. I had arranged for the whole week off but a case I was working on had me in court on the Monday. I was late finishing in court and was rather hot when I reached Anne's at 3:15. I explained why I was late Anne laughed, "Ok Joyce-Lynne I have till 4:30 to get you, me and Jane ready." 

Bill grinned, "I will shut the front door and go to the pub for a quick one then. I will be back at four, any other instructions?"

Anne told him, "No just leave when they are changing. They know the routine." 

Bill grinned at me again. "See you tomorrow I expect," he said as he left. 

Anne told me to have a quick shower then and told me not to dress She would be busy inside so to come straight in. "Don't take too long though, and leave your clothes on the bench, in fact leave them scattered about." 

"I might lose them?" I complained

"They will probably be taken as trophies anyway." Anne grinned. "Yeah they will think they are mine! Now they are paying a lot of money for the pleasure of our company this afternoon. I don't want to offend you by offering you money, but I will pay for a new outfit."

Digesting this information required some time so I did not reply. I went into the changing area took off the old office suit; I had never really liked it much anyway. Anne's offer to replace any trophies taken by clients seemed to be more acceptable than accepting money and becoming a whore. I hung the suit up on a wire coat hanger but left knee highs, bra and thong on the bench. I had my shower and went into the dungeon naked. I was already aroused.

Anne had Jane naked and made up like a waif; she had cuffs at wrists and ankle. She was to be strung up mid floor from the ceiling. "I will be next to her." Jane was fixing similar cuffs to Anne. "Don't worry I can fix the ropes, it looks as if someone else did it. I can also get free in seconds. Now let's get you ready." She placed a large towel on the floor. 

"Stand here please." I stood on the towel. Jane and Anne then took to me with a bottle of aromatic oil rubbing it into my skin sparing not a single square centimeter. I shone like porn star ready for a photo shoot. 

"Ok Joyce-Lynne get on the bench, legs over that side, head over this." Jane and Anne then fixed cuffs and other ropes at wrist, ankle, elbow and knee. Anne let my hair down and quickly platted it into a short club then tied a rope to it. She then pulled my head back and tied my hair down. I could move a bit but not much.

Jane said. "I am going to miss out!" 

Anne laughed. "You won't get left out. Ok she is ready. Now let me fix you." 

Jane was being strung up from the ceiling eyebolts. Anne patted her rump came and gave me a passionate kiss. "I will just check the time!" She popped her head out the door. "Ok ten minutes at the most do you want to watch, or want to be blindfold?"

Jane said, "Blindfolded." 

"Ok the same for me." It would give me an extra charge trying to work out how many Anne had arranged for this my first real appearance in her dungeon. 

Anne fixed Jane and then put a complicated bunch of chains on herself. She had small chains across beasts and waist and thigh. "Ok." She wrapped a blindfold round my eyes. The chains tinkled as she moved.

The chains rattled a little Anne was suspending herself I guessed. "Five minutes Joyce-Lynne. Jane don't scream until you are touched. Scream away when the blindfold is removed. Do not try to match Joyce-Lynne she can take far more than you can! She can take much more than I can. Ok show time. I just heard the outside door."

Anne's fucking and torture bench was surprisingly comfortable, I was wet with anticipation. I was due a real good orgasm! I hoped she had arranged for me to have at least two!

It was probably less than five minutes, but to me it seemed like half an hour before I heard the dungeon door open. It was immediately obvious that several men had come in! Their excited voices and crude comments told me at least five probably more! 

A mans hand pulled at my left nipple and another fingered my pussy. "Get a load of this one. She's a new one. Bet she can take us all on!"

Another voice said, "I wasn't here last time you were here, the waif is new to me as well. The bitch here was in charge and so I have not had her before either, so I want a go at all of them."

"Don't we all," said another voice. More hands were pawing my body at least five pairs! I could tell from the voices that other liberties were being taken with Jane's and Anne's bodies. 

A hand took my chin. "Open wide slut." I opened my mouth and a large circumcised cock slid in. I gave the member head, but being unable to move very far had to suck hard while the owner thrust back and forth. 

"Hey she gives good head." Said a gruff voice above me, I was working my tongue as well as my cheeks. "Whoa Slut not so fast," the cock was removed and a sharp slap flared across my face. I just opened my mouth and soon a different cock entered. Jane was moaning. Anne was silent. 

"Hey Guys, She left some toys out." There was the buzz of a vibrator and my vagina was invaded. Then a smaller vibrator was pushed into my anus. I kept sucking the cock in my mouth. Jane moaned louder. Anne remained silent, but I heard her chains rattle a little.

"She said there would be other things we could use what is in that chest?" said a deep bass voice, one I had not heard before.

"OK there is a cat of nine tails, a school cane, a riding crop and a short wicked whip. Any one know how to use this?" Another voice asked.

"I don't know what is it?" asked yet another voice.

"It looks like a fucking machine with exchangeable cocks see it will take two one for each hole." Said the voice who had found the machine.

"Yeah we might need that later, this one is ready who wants her first?" Asked the Deep Bass voice.

"Na," said the gruff voice, "I will warm her up a bit first."

"Wait." said another voice. "Let me get in her before you start." 

A cock replaced the vibrator in my pussy and slowly thrust back and forth. There was a whistling noise and a million fires started in my breasts. The owner of the gruff voice had bought the cat of nine tails down hard across them.

My interest level ramped up a notch. The man thrusting inside me was quite big and took his time he was obviously giving signals to the man wielding the cat and several more strokes fell across my body. I felt the tempo quicken and a voice said, "Yeah give it to her Dave." The cat swished several times and I felt the man come. I clenched my pussy walls and he took a long time coming. A creditable performance I thought, but I was a long way from orgasm.

The cock slid out to be replaced by rough fingers pushed in then scooping out. They then smeared the come across my now burning breasts. Just then Jane screamed. "Oh God, so many of you; please don't all fuck me. I will help you with them!" 

"Ha bloody Ha." said the gruff voice, "anyone ready for a double flying fuck?" Jane moaned and then screamed. "Oh No, Oh No." then went silent. There was slapping and slurping noises coming from Jane's direction. 

"Can I watch please?" I had to join in. My blindfold was roughly removed. Jane was indeed being fucked fore and aft by two six foot men. Her feet were way off the floor and she was in heaven bouncing up and down as the two men thrust up together. I was rather jealous! Another cock slid into me and began keeping time with the men in Jane. In and out, a swish and a cane landed across my belly. I heard another swish and saw Anne receive the wicked whip round her breasts. Two men released the ropes holding her feet. 

"Here hold these for a minute" said the Deep Bass voice and gave the ends of the rope to watching men. Anne was then entered for and aft. Anne was spread wide and although her feet were being held she made no attempt to support her weight. 

I was seriously jealous now. Another cock was presented to my mouth. That meant there were at least nine men; Two in Jane, two in Anne and two holding her legs apart, two in me and one wielding the cane which fell across my left breast in time with the cocks in my mouth and my vagina. I felt less jealous. I ramped up another notch. 

"Ok guys the waif here wants us all to fuck her; line up." I saw the owner of the gruff voice taking charge of the men.

Jane pleaded, "Oh No." but of course meant yes and so I watched and was being used to suck cocks to erection as man after man took Jane. I revised the count fifteen perhaps more they were all youngish fit men. A rugby team or footy team! The gruff voice was last in view an older man with a big cock was last at my mouth and last into Jane. I had counted nineteen of the bastards. I smiled as Jane hung limply from her ropes. 

"This one is all used up for a while. How about the Bitch? Does anyone else know to use this?" the gruff voice asked.

A good looking young man said "I can try." and so Anne got several good lashes with the short whip and I got more cocks slimy from Jane to suck erect before they took Anne some singly others together. I had not had a cock in my anus at all and it had been some time since one had been in my pussy. I played super Bitch. 

"Hey you, I need cock." The older man had just finished with Jane and laughed as he came and thrust his dripping cock into my mouth. He mauled my red tits. 

"This one is well up for it, but I don't think we better let her loose Come on guys tag team her." He said as he filled my mouth and pushed his cock into my throat. Many hands joined the ones tearing at my tits and soon many other cocks replaced the one in my mouth and then entered my pussy. None of them lasted long but I made several cum in my mouth and felt several more cum in my pussy. I was getting there, but if they were not going to let me go I was not going to get my butt fucked and no double penetration I waited till the tag team slowed down. 

"How about my Ass?" I asked. "Afraid it might be too strong or fitted with teeth." I said in the most sarcastic voice I could manage. I felt the rope that held my legs being adjusted. My legs were hoisted up over a man's shoulders, the small vibrator was removed. 

The gruff voice said, "Take this bitch." and his large cock rammed into my anus. I went up another notch.

He did not last long as I clenched then relaxed my internal muscles. He roared as he came. "God she's a tight one. Any one want a creamed duff?" My legs were let go and the shrinking cock was thrust into my mouth. "Ass to mouth Bitch." He said as he pushed deep into my mouth.

I slurped noisily. Another cock entered my Ass. This was repeated a few times. Anne got another lashing from the owner of the gruff voice. My legs were retied and a smaller cock entered me and thrust away for a long while. 

Eventually he asked for help. "Give her some stick boss. I cannot cum." And so I got the cat again and the cock duly spent its load.

Gruff voice said, "Hey guys anyone got anything left. This bitch hasn't come yet." There were a few groans and 'No ways' from the bastards.

"I know," said a voice, "this contraption should do her over." I heard something being wheeled across the floor. "its electric where's the wall plug?"

"Over hear," said another voice. "There is a selection of cocks here which one goes where?" There were sounds of men fiddling with the machine. "Look her legs can be tied off here." The ropes at ankle and knee were adjusted then I felt two cold implements thrust into pussy and anus. The ropes were pulled tight. 

"Ok boys turn the power on." The machine began to move in and out synchronized but not both in and out.

I smiled up at the man fucking my mouth and mumbled, "Faster."

He turned the speed up, the machine went faster. The cock in my mouth exploded and withdrew.

"Faster you bastards." I shouted. The machine sped up a bit. "Faster." I demanded.

"Won't go faster," said the gruff voice.

"Well cane me then." I said, "go on put your back into it hit my tits, hit my clit, come on Bastard make me come, make me come. Come on there's more than one cane, hit me you bastards make me come!"

Blows rained down on me and I finally I reached orgasm and then again and again. It was my first multiple orgasm in quite a while. I was swearing at them urging them on. "Harder yes hit me there. Fuck yes again." The men were being quite brutal some were masturbating and a few feeble strings of cum splattered my body. I was in a multi-orgasmic high. 

Suddenly the machine stopped. Anne stood by my head and said, "Enough Guys she has come enough." And so it stopped.

"If you need to work off any excess energy use me or Jane but she has had enough." Anne bent over and spread her ass cheeks. "Come on one last stroke each then enough." 

Jane was also bending over with her cheeks spread. The men used the cane crop and cat of nine tails on the offered rear ends but none of the strokes were very hard.

The bass voiced guy said "Bye Bitch." and a few squeezed my tits one last time. 

The owner of the gruff voice offered his drooping cock for a final suck. "God you are a tough one lass!" I managed to get the cock stiffer, but he said, "No more to give lass." He pulled out and left the room.

Jane and Anne disconnected me from the machine. There was a loud slurping noise as the machines artificial cocks slipped out. Anne then Jane licked my gaping holes and I had a lovely mini orgasm. Anne untied my hands and hair. 

"There's a bed in the back room," said Anne. Jane and Anne helped me get there I was asleep in seconds. 

Many hours later I woke to the smell of fresh coffee. Bill was standing at the side of the bed; a steaming cup was being wafted under my nose. "What time is it?" I asked. 

"Better ask what day it is." laughed Bill. "I'll get Anne, want this?" I accepted the steaming cup. I was stark naked and there was no top sheet on the bed. Well he had seen me like this before, but he had been naked as well then. I moved a little, a few twinges and my skin was stiff with semen and other assorted body fluids. I stank like a cess pit, but the coffee was good. Anne, Jane and Bill came in, Jane held a McDonalds' burger container. Anne had towels and lotions. Bill had a steaming bowl of water. 

Anna said, "Eat Joyce-Lynne we will clean you up a bit more. I did a little while you were asleep, but you are still rather on the nose." 

She laughed as Bill placed the bowl beside me and gently took a foot in his hand lifted my leg while Anne soaked a wash cloth then proceeded to wipe it down from crutch to toes. Bill grinned as she did this. I adjusted my position and let them do the other leg while Jane fed me mouthfuls of big Mac and fries. I asked for more coffee and another cup was produced. Anne was washing my front now while Bill carefully toweled my legs. Anne was then washing my face while Bill toweled my belly and tits; he took special care of them.

I had demolished the Big Mac. "Turn over Joyce-Lynne prop your ass up." 

I did so and a warm wet cloth gently wiped it down. Bill was less gentle when he toweled it down. Anne said, "Oh all right." And a warm tongue rimmed my ass, soon to be followed by another then another. "Ok let me change this sheet and here is another to crawl under see you later Joyce-Lynne." I was asleep again in seconds. 

I woke a while later. Anne was touching my cheek and then her lips were on mine. "Joyce-Lynne I need the room, are you up to a short car ride?" 

I stretched and laughed. "I am up for that all over again thank you can I make a booking?"

Anne laughed told me there was a track suit and runners ready to put on. She would get the car and be waiting outside. It took me a while to put the track suit on and where it touched my tits and crutch it was very fiery. I had trouble bending down to tie the laces of the runners and gave up. I slopped to the door. Getting up the stairs was interesting. I was very wet when I got to the top. I gingerly got in the car. 

"Mind the bumps please." Anne laughed. We had not gone far when I said, "Hey you missed a few run over the lane separators a bit please." I was really hot! Really wet. Anne took me the short drive to her home helped me up the stairs and into another nice bed. "What day is it," I asked.

"Its Tuesday afternoon Joyce-Lynne, I will be back about two am, if you get hungry there is food in the fridge, there is some left over pizza and other things you can re-heat in the microwave see you soon." She gave me a very warm kiss tenderly caressed a breast and my crotch and left.

I woke, it was dark I went to the kitchen heated two slices of pizza found a can of coke downed it and then had seconds, went to the toilet and back to bed. I felt wonderful. 

When I woke again it was still dark. I was bursting. As I wandered down to the kitchen I saw there was a light on. Bill and Anne were there. They were having a drink on the lounge; Anne was removing make-up Bill was still in his receptionist bouncer garb. "Oh you just got back. Can I have one of those please?"

Bill hastily fixed me a vodka and tonic. I flopped down beside Anne. "How was your day?" 

Anne smiled, "Days you mean its Wednesday, no Thursday morning 3.00 am are you all rested up!"

I smiled, yawned, and swigged the drink. "Not quite but I think I will go home tomorrow. I will ring and let you know I get there safely. Did they leave any of my stuff?"




Blind Faith Ch. 06



"No way, they took your clothes as trophies! You can take anything suitable from my wardrobe bring it back later. We can go shopping whenever you like. I have a busy few days and am bushed so I am off to bed." Anne and Bill said good night and I soon followed them. 

I went home at around mid day that Thursday, dressed in a real slutty outfit. The taxi driver's eyes were on stalks as I went into my apartment block! 

And so I went back into career mode. I went shopping with Anne and she was extremely generous paying for a top to toe outfit, she would not let me pay for a thing. The partners were keeping me very busy dangling that junior partnership if front of me while doing little work themselves; such is life. It was two months before I heard from Anne again. I recognized Anne's voice she sounded upset and asked me to meet her for lunch. We agreed a time and place and I was drawn into her world again.

© Sylvi Slafford October 2010



Blind Faith Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Anne's Promise Fulfilled.

Anne looked very sad, on the verge of tears. We sat in the quietest corner of a Pub's restaurant. I asked her what was wrong. 

"Bill has run off with Jane!" Anne really did sob then. "Silly Bastards both of them, it will never last. I am shutting up for a while and going on a cruise but before then I need your body for a day perhaps two this Saturday and Sunday. After your last performance you may need to take Monday off as well."

"Not another football team?" I enquired.

"No Joyce-Lynne I think I have found you a man, he wants to meet you and err... try you out!"

'This is no way to begin a relationship.' I thought to myself, but the timing was right. I did need another orgasm and rather than go search for one, one arranged by Anne was much more satisfactory. 

"Ok I need a good going over what time Saturday?" I was trying to be cheerful and did not ask for more information about Bill and Jane.

"12:00 sharp. Do not be late this time." Anne brightened. I asked her what the man was like and she refused to tell me a thing. "It's much better if you form your own opinion Joyce-Lynne."

"Has he been a client of yours for long?" I found myself whispering.

"No Joyce-Lynne he has not been my client at all, but comes highly recommended by a person I trust and one you trusted a while back." Anne was carefully drying her tears.

"In the country?" I asked I was curious.

"No." said Anne. 

"Ok do I need to bring anything with me?" I was really curious now.

"No Joyce-Lynne I will arrange everything. Just bring along your willing body and leave the rest to luck. I don't think he will be taking any trophies either. I hope it goes right for you." 

We ate a few scraps of the meal. Anne was upset about Bill and Jane. I was rather preoccupied with the coming encounter. To have a blind date in a dungeon was bizarre to say the least. 

Saturday soon rolled round and with a freshly shaved pussy, my body fragrantly dusted down and dressed to kill, I was ten minutes early. Anne was showing a customer out as I went down her stairwell. The man's eyes goggled as he passed me on the stairs. He turned and followed me back to the reception door.

"God where do you keep her, can I have her next time? Can I afford her?" the man blurted out. 

Anne shooed him away refusing to answer. "That was quite an entrance Joyce-Lynne. He pays top dollar and is a cream puff, you could make a weeks pay in a couple of hours with him if you are interested."

"He looked a bit of a wimp and he would probably die on me!" I was chuckling as I heard his retreating footsteps go up the stairs. 

Anne said. "True, very true, you are one hell of an act to follow."

"Ok Joyce-Lynne in there off with the lot and then come into the dungeon."

I murmured, "Its one hell of a way to meet a Guy." but did as I was told and was soon naked in the dungeon. 

Anne applied the body oil again then cuffed my wrists and pulled each up high. I was still in high heels and when she cuffed my ankles and roped them to eyelets in the floor I was spread open and available naked and shining with the floodlights' she had focused on my body. "I will leave now see you later, much later," she said. 

Strange thoughts and emotions were running riot as I waited, I was alone quite a while. My juices were stirring. Anticipation is a wonderful emotion.

The door opened with a crash and a man strode in. "Shit I did not meant to make quite an entrance." The quite large but athletic male said in a pleasant deep voice. He shut the door and snubbed it we were not going to be disturbed. He was naked but in a mask. He came up to me and kissed me fiercely tongue and all. His hands flew all over my slick body. He stood back and said that I looked just great. He reached forward and took a nipple between finger and thumb pulled and then took the other one and then pulled it the other way. He tortured my tits for at least ten minutes. They were red hot and heavy when he turned his attention lower down.

My labia, clitoris and butt hole got some serious attention and again this lasted about ten minutes. He then returned to my tits and used his mouth and teeth this time. I was warming up. Ten minutes later he gave my vagina and ass the same attention from his tongue. I was getting hotter. He had not said anything nor had I. 

He then took up a wide leather strap and swished it about, he smiled at me. He had a quizzical look on his face.

"Ok give me your best," I invited him to him me. 

"Where?" He asked.

"Anywhere." I replied. 

Several lashes later my tits and thighs were cherry red and we were both panting, come was oozing out his cock and my juices were running down on to the bench.

"You like this?" His voice posed a question. 

"Not really," I replied, "but if it gets you off and gets me off why turn it down." 

He picked up a whip. "Would this be any better?"

I shrugged and so he whipped me. One stroke landed perfectly on my right nipple and I had a mini orgasm and squirmed on the bench a little.

"Yes I see," he said. "Do you have a favorite?" he asked.

"Yes I like the cane." I was panting a little but smiling encouragingly. He picked up a school cane. "Yes that." 

"I see," he said and twenty or so strokes later he stopped, he had not hit the spot. 

He said, "I thought you said this was your favorite." 

"It is" I said, "but you are not hitting the right place."

"Oh I should have asked and you should have told me."

"No I shouldn't," I was gasping; my body hurt all over, he had not pulled any of the blows. "I liked what you did well enough. And it got you hot and hard are you going to give me some of that." I was looking at his erection.

He laughed and moved to push his hot hard dick into me. He was almost as tall as me even in my heels and with my legs held spread wide he was able to fully penetrate me. His hands roamed about the welts on my body as he bucked and thrust. I smiled and kissed him back when he kissed me; he was soon close to coming. I was still a long way off. He came and as he did so one hand tore at my left breast the other frigged my butt hole.

He pulled out and I said, "Shame to waste that."

He put a hand to my crutch and his cum and my juices filled his palm he offered it to me to lick clean. 

I smiled and licked it all clean, "Can I have that as well please?" I was looking directly at his still hard cock.

He let me down from the ropes and I sucked his slick member into my eager mouth.

"OK Joyce-Lynne where is the right spot you have been close but obviously need some special attention Where do I cane you?" His voice pleasant as if asking me what I wanted to drink.

I grinned. "I will show you," and did my gymnast pose, one leg up around my ear. "Right on my labia please. Three strokes should do it if your aim is good." 

He looked deep into my eyes his cock was rampant. Swish, swish, swish all three landed in the right spot. 

My body was shaking, my pussy on fire but I managed to change legs "Ok now this side." again the cane went swish, swish, swish. Again all hit the spot. My nether lips were now swollen and cherry red. I was fighting back the urge to scream. "Ok now as many as you like on my clitoris, but let me give you a good target."

I bent and folded myself over spread my legs wide the held my swollen labia apart. My Clit small as it was stood to attention and several swishes later was giving me a building orgasm. 

He said, "What about here?" The cane tapped my anus.

The cane descended on my Butt hole. I exploded "Yes there as well." My voice was shrill. Swish, swish, again swish, swish. "Again. More." I cried I was in a continual orgasm.

He continued to swing the cane; he later told me that he only had to touch the red and swollen surfaces for me to go off again. 

I was in heaven, I came and came and came then came again it went on for an age.

Then he stopped and a cock invaded my tight anal passage and several fingers slid noisily in and out my sopping vagina. "Oh yes. More, more, pinch my clitoris. Slap my pussy. Yes more." I was still in an extended orgasm. I felt him begin to come, he pulled back and out and his spunk flew straight onto my body some reaching my waiting mouth. He stood back.

I rolled out keeping my legs spread wide. "I bring that here." I pointed to my mouth and his still rampant cock was presented. I looked up into his face and took his steaming slimy cock in my mouth all the way in. He lent forwards slapped my tits a few times then bit the nipples then his mouth descended to my vagina and anus. It traveled back and forth, he slurped back and forth while I sucked and slurped at his cock. 

"I cannot come again just yet Joyce-Lynne," He said a while later. His cock was still hard. "Ok," I said, "You can fuck my vagina with that then. Be really rough, slap me around don't be shy." and so he turned round and entered me. I pulled my legs wide apart making the opening very tight and he bucked and fucked and soon he was coming and wonder of wonders so was I, my very first virginal orgasm.

He fell forward, no gentleman; he let his full weight press me down into the hard floor for a few minutes. His cock subsided and slowly slid out. I tried and tried to keep it in but it eventually plopped out. He laughed as my vagina made a loud raspberry sound. He rolled off me then after untangling my legs rolled me on top of him. We fitted together very well; I looked into his eyes with my mouth slightly open. He kissed me properly and our tongues danced around. I eventually had to come up for air. His face was all wet from our mixed juices. 

A shiver passed through me. "I am getting cold there is a bed in the back lets rest." I led the way towards the back room.

He said, "Ok but I have not finished with you and you have not started on me yet." 

Pulling him into the room I cautiously eased back down onto the round bed in the back room. I sighed happily turned round presented my pussy and took his dick in my mouth. He mumbled something I told him not to talk with his mouth full so we began a long slow oral sex session. 

"I will go for ever this time." He said as he turned me on my stomach some time later and then entered my vagina then my ass with alternate strokes. He fucked me with longer and longer strokes going slower and slower.

"Faster; harder, faster," I demanded reaching under the pillows I found a vibrator that I knew would be there and said, "Here put this in one hole you fill the other."

"Which goes in where?" He asked.

"Go figure." I said and soon the vibrator was in my vagina and his cock was in my ass. Long and slow then longer and faster then deep, deep and fast, faster and I came again. 

He fell off me. I rested a few seconds then turned slid down between his legs took the vibrator out of my vagina and offered it to him he took it a licked it clean. I took his semi hard cock and locked eyes with him as I slowly and deliberately took it to my mouth then devoured it, swallowing it deep into my throat. I only pulled back when I had to breathe. His cock was fully hard again I rammed my mouth down hard and swallowed it again then again he soon came in spurts, one, two and a feeble three; deep down my throat. I pulled back and was about to wipe my sticky face when he pulled my hand away and pulled me to him we kissed sharing the fluids from my mouth. 

"You are still hard enough." I said. 

"Yes," He said, "but it will be hours before I can come again there is only so much capacity. Give me a few minutes then we can go back there and you can try me out."

Guessing the few minutes could be quite a while longer I smiled, "Sounds good to me." It was literally a few minutes later I took hold of his hard cock and pulled hard. "Come on lets see how much you can take and where you like it." I dragged his body pulling on his cock and led him to Anne's fucking bench, "Lay across that."

"Which way?" He asked.

"Go Figure." I said. He flopped forward face down. I picked up the riding crop and started a conversation. I spoke quite normally but with almost every word I bought the crop down on his ass and then his shoulders. I told him about how I had always had difficulty reaching orgasm and how the first real one had been when I was given the cane in the school principles' office. I told him that she had known what had happened and given me discipline at regular intervals during the last eighteen months at school. He took all the information is Sucking in his breath when I found a particularly sensitive spot.

I told him to turn over. His cock was rampant again. I took the cat'o'nine tails and laid into his upper body. His cock grew even stiffer so it got several strokes to itself. It was very red and oozing when I took it into my mouth and sucked. He put his hand to my head.

"No, no hands off. It's my turn." I had an edge to my voice and he let me go and I proceeded to show him how good I was at deep throat and how long I could hold my breath. I kept going till he was rampant again. I pulled back then got up on the bench and guided his twitching cock into my vagina. I let my full weight down as I again spread my legs wide. I took his hands and put them to my breasts.

With a serious sugar coated voice I said, "See if you can tear them off please."

He was gentle at first, but as I ground down and round; going in the opposite direction to where he was mauling my tits, he became rougher and rougher. I ground our pelvic bones together and moved ever faster. He tore at my tits then used the nipples to pull them back and forth up and down. I sensed he was close and suddenly so was I. The climax was not together. I started before him and he lasted only a few seconds, but mine went on and on. He brutalized my tits I was in ecstasy. Eventually I stopped grinding back and forth, relaxed my muscles swept my legs back and he plopped out. 

His soft baritone voice was whispering in my ear. "Joyce-Lynne lets get back to that bed we need to sleep now, well I do anyway." We helped each other to the bed and curled up like spoons. I reached behind to touch his flank. He had both breasts; one in each hand. I was hooked I hoped he was. 

We were left sleeping till quite late on the Sunday evening. Anne was very discrete when she woke us and did not say a word, did not ask a single question. I was happy to give the guy my name and phone number, he left Anne's dungeon before me. 

"See you around," were his parting words as he went up Anne's stairs.

Anne raised an eyebrow. I smiled but could find no words. I blew her a kiss as I left for home; a taxi, a lukewarm soak, then bed. I was going to sleep for hours.

© Sylvi Slafford October 2010