Further adventures of Emily and Mike (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Part 1.
For Regular Readers: Hey there, just a reminder that Emily and Mike's visits to BDSM Manor take place a year prior to BDSM Manor 1. The new slave.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green.
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Mike and I gazed out of the window at the elegant gates and driveway of the estate as we passed through in the car that had been sent to collect us from our hotel in London.
Perrycombe Estate was worked into the iron-work of the gates, but as we rounded a bend there was another sign, in the style of a 1950's US town sign which said.
Welcome to BDSM Manor - Population Crazy.
The driver grinned at our laugh and said that the sign had appeared one night, and no one had ever claimed responsibility.
The general consensus was that it was down to Master John, who was Sadie's personal and business partner. No one else would have dared.
Sadie, or Mistress Sadie as she was known here, was the reason we had come.
I had met Sadie in San Francisco six months earlier, when we had both attended a conference. Or intended to, but a fire had ruined those plans.
No one had been hurt, but I had just happened to comment out loud about having two days to enjoy the city and Sadie had overheard, inviting me for coffee.
We had gotten along like long lost twins and ended up sat on the sea front, just past Fisherman's Wharf, lazing and chatting away the afternoon. While forgetting about the strength of the sun and turning an interesting shade of pink.
Sadie was very open and just fascinating, and we'd had one of those conversations that you can have with someone who you never expect to meet again.
Maybe I was a little too open. Ah well!
A couple of months later, my boss had been contacted. Sadie was potentially interested in working with me on a book.
She was a well-known Mistress and BDSM Manor had a worldwide reputation, a centre for people living the BDSM lifestyle, vey much like a very exclusive country club.
Sadie wanted to explore whether we would work well together.
I had never thought working with a writing partner, but it was an interesting idea. I was in no doubt about the fact that Sadie was much more into the lifestyle than I would ever be, but I could learn a lot.
Plus it came with the experience of a trip to BDSM Manor, and Mike was invited.
"Sounds cool," he had said when I had told him about the offer, but most of his attention was on the Brave's game, "where is it?"
"About an hour from central London, dependent on traffic," I said.
He winced, "London? As in Southern England?" he said with some disdain.
I grinned and crawled along the couch to nibble on his ear, "Yea. Wanna take a holiday with me?"
He turned his attention back to the screen and took another swig of his beer, "Yea, sure. Why not!" he said shrugging.
I frowned with a deep sense of disappointment at his uninterested attitude, and then squealed as he dropped the act and turned suddenly, grabbing me, and pinning me underneath him.
His eyes were laughing, knowing he had played me, "Yea, let's take a vacation," he laughed and lost interest in the game, as his hands got busy.
Now here we were, pulling up outside a huge house in the middle of a massive estate, most of which was still farmed, as it had been for hundreds of years.
Sadie came down the steps as we climbed stiffly out of the car (traffic had been a bitch) and greeted me with a kiss on each cheek and a hug. I remembered instantly why I had liked her so much.
She then turned to Mike and gave him the same greeting, with an added little pat on the ass, as she released him. I sniggered, as he flushed.
She thanked the driver and the three of us grabbed the bags.
We all turned as a beautiful young lady in a floaty red dress, came flying down the steps and into the arms of a very hunky man, who spun her around before kissing her thoroughly.
It was a charming scene, we had happy smiles and waves thrown our way before they left in what looked like a small work truck, but Mike frowned, clearly confused.
I voiced what I suspected he was thinking. There was no point in not speaking my mind if Sadie and I were going to work together.
"I was expecting more collars, chains, and body parts hanging out everywhere," I said, waving a hand towards the departing truck and smiling to take any accusation out of my words.
Sadie smiled as we hauled the bags up the steps, "That was Bobbie and her beau Joe. Bobbie is one of our minders and a resident, she's not a submissive or slave and Joe just works here on and off."
She paused as we maneuvered through the doorway and indicated the imposing wooden staircase, "That's Joe's sort of thing, he's a carpenter, and a master of a different sort. He's can replicate damaged work and we have a never-ending need for him."
She sighed but there was love clear in her eyes as she looked around, "An old house like this is a responsibility. One that was neglected for a long time."
Sadie glanced at Mike and then grinned when she saw where his gaze had landed, I looked over as well and saw something more expected.
There was a man. Naked and aroused.
He was bound over a frame, blindfolded, and gagged. Bent backwards so his cock was sticking straight up towards the ceiling.
He was beautiful, if a little heavily muscled for my personal taste, but beautiful.
Now that I had seen him, I became aware of his soft moans.
The frame was set on a large cloth and the cloth, the frame and the man were dripping with what was very obviously, cum.
Literally gallons of cum.
"Whoa!" I said, my voice catching, "that is incredibly hot."
Sadie chuckled and patted Mike's face gently, prompting him to close his mouth! She walked us over.
"This is, er," she looked at the minder who was stood discreetly to one side, "Hi David, who is this? Is it Christopher?"
"Yes, it is, Boss," the minder replied grinning, "he won the lottery today!"
Sadie laughed, "Our subs love being the cum dump, feel free to relieve yourself Mike if you need to."
I laughed as Mike turned scarlet, "Oh, thanks but I'm good, um."
She took pity on him and picked the bag back up, "I'm sorry, I'm teasing you. Let's get you to your room."
I met Sadie and Mike on the second floor (having left them and the bags to the compact escalator) as I preferred the stairs, and soon we were in a room that would put most five-star hotels to shame.
"I'll leave you to unpack and have a rest," Sadie pointed out some refreshments ready for us, "I'll see you in a couple of hours."
"Thanks so much," I said, "Um, can I ask something now?"
"Of course."
"What should we call you, I mean, how should we address you?" I felt a little uncomfortable, "I know you have rules here, should we be calling you Mistress Sadie during our stay?"