Dearest Lucy, come to my place on Friday afternoon, you’ll be staying for the whole weekend so cancel any plans. See you soon, James.
Excitement fuelled a giggle as Lucy read the note; she wondered what he could have planned. James had definitely become a powerful man over the last few years and when it came to pleasures of the flesh he was certainly proficient, taking this into consideration his plans could be anything. Within ten minutes she had managed to clear her diary, her friends did not mind being put on hold for a week so it had not been difficult. There was just one problem facing her now, it was only Tuesday.
The days passed quickly and she was soon in a taxi pulling up to James’ house, it was a beautiful home. The heavy oak front door gave the whole place an overwhelming feeling of security, a feeling that was reinforced by the strong locks on all the doors and windows. She paid the taxi driver and made her way up the steps to the door, before she had a chance to knock the door was opened and there was James waiting to greet her, ‘Lucy, my darling, how was your trip over?’ He asked, gesturing for her to enter.
‘It was fine, the traffic wasn’t bad at all so it didn’t take too long,’ she answered as she walked through the hallway. He locked the door behind her, took her coat and bag then escorted her through to the lounge.
‘Well here you are, my prisoner for the whole weekend and what am I going to do with you?’ He said. Lucy looked down at the floor and he continued ‘it’s not as if it matters, though. Throughout your stay you will obey my rules or face the punishments, I’m sure the discipline will do you good.’
They were sitting together on the sofa when James took out a pair of handcuffs, pulled her hands behind her back and snapped the cold steel cuffs around her wrists. ‘You have the run of the house, and may do what ever you wish to unless I say otherwise,’ he said as he removed a large pair of scissors from a drawer and returned to her side. ‘Stand!’ He said. She stood up carefully and deliberately; he slowly cut through her outer garments and threw them into the bin leaving her standing handcuffed wearing only a beautiful set of bottle-green underwear, she was glad that she had chosen them so carefully that morning. He looked at her closely, studying her from head to toe and back again. He removed the clip from her hair and placed it on the coffee table, ‘I prefer your hair down,’ he told her as he watched it fall upon her shoulders. ‘Hmm, there’s still something missing.’ He added as he picked up a jewellery box and opened it, inside was an amazing black leather collar studded with diamonds and with a beautiful ornate buckle. He fastened the collar snugly around her neck, ‘There, that’s perfect. I have a gown for you too, when we are in public you will wear it and I will remove your restraints.’ Lucy nodded in acceptance because she was not capable of refusing him anything, the power that James had over her was immeasurable and her loyalty and obedience to him were limitless, he had tested that many times.
James pulled a long black silk scarf from beneath the sofa and tied a knot in the middle of it; he pushed the knot into her mouth and tied the scarf securely behind her head. ‘Lay down,’ he said. She carefully sat on the sofa, twisted herself round and lay back. He took a moment to admire her voluptuous body, her hard nipples beneath the lace of her bra, her curvy hips and shapely thighs. He slowly removed her underwear and then his own clothing before kneeling on the floor beside her. He leant forwards and gently squeezed her nipples then took one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling, teasing it with his tongue. He slowly moved his free hand down and slipped it between her thighs, she was so wet and so hot. He slid a finger inside her making her groan, the sound muffled by the gag, as he stimulated her by hand and by mouth. Lucy felt as though her whole body was on fire, as he touched her every single point of contact seemed to burn. Her juices covered his hand; he held it up in front of her face. ‘Would you like a taste?’ he asked, Lucy nodded and her eyes lit up. He laughed and moved his hand to his mouth, licking and sucking his fingers, allowing her nothing.
James lifted her and took her place on the sofa; he helped her to kneel astride him and to keep her balance. Lucy carefully lowered herself onto his hard cock and he reached up to hold her breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples. She moaned quietly as he took hold of her hips firmly and pushed up into her; he was thrusting harder and deeper into her. She pushed herself against him rubbing her clitoris against the base of his cock and trying to force him deeper inside her until they both came. They had not seen each other for a few weeks and the relief was obvious as she collapsed against his chest, before long they had both fallen asleep.
They were awoken a few hours later by the telephone, after taking the call James returned his attention to Lucy. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I’m starving now, I’ll phone and have something delivered then after supper I think you should bathe.’ Lucy only nodded, he had become comfortable with her silence but it seemed such a shame to cover her beautiful mouth so he removed the gag, she gasped and licked her lips. It felt so good to be able to close her mouth and she hoped that it would not be too long before her jaw stopped aching; this was providing that James intended to leave the gag off for a while. It was as though he had read her mind when he said ‘I have removed this so you will be able to eat and I will leave it off, for a short while anyway, but you must realise that if you speak then you will be gagged again immediately. Do you understand?’ She nodded, ‘Excellent,’ he whispered.
In order to make it easier for Lucy to eat, James had cuffed her wrists in front of her and he had decided to leave them there so that he could watch her in the bath as she struggled to clean herself. He ran the bath for her while she cleared up after supper. The bathroom was filled with steam when Lucy got there, he gestured for her to step into the tub. The water was so hot that her skin stung and began to redden as she relaxed back into the bubbles; she found the soap and tried to lather herself but found it very awkward. James laughed as she battled to reach behind her then after a short time he offered to help her and how could she refuse? He soaped her back, her shoulders, her breasts and stomach, as his hands reached down between her legs she zealously parted them allowing him the access he desired. He slid a finger inside her and used his thumb deftly to massage her clitoris. He leant forward and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately until she came.
James helped her to step out of the tub and draped a large soft towel around her shoulders before escorting her through to the bedroom. Lucy looked around the room in awe; she thought that rooms like this were only found in stately homes and grand country hotels. The walls were a deep red colour and a fabulous oak four-poster bed dominated the room, the floor-length drapes on the windows and around the bed were gorgeous bottle-green velvet trimmed with gold edges. The navy-blue bed linen blended perfectly with the other deep colours and the dark wooden furniture and floorboards.
Before Lucy could take in anymore of the amazing décor James turned her around, he pushed her backwards onto the bed and climbed on beside her. He slid his hand under a pillow and pulled out a few black silk scarves matching the gag that he pulled out of his pocket. He placed the knot in her mouth and tied the scarf behind her head again, he used another scarf to blindfold her and, after removing the handcuffs, he carefully used the others to tether her wrists and ankles to the posts of the bed. James surveyed his art, which was how he regarded it, the beauty of her body spread-eagled before him, the contrast of her pale skin against the dark fabric. He stood at the foot of the bed admiring her body while she lay there still and silent and vulnerable.
