I spent the following week in a complete funk. Arranging my affairs so that I had a few days free was hardly a problem as I had no job worth speaking about. I had been picking up odd days here and there working in various menial occupations in between financing my lifestyle by playing cards. Unmarried and currently unattached in any way, I had no problem explaining to the woman in my life either. Keeping out of the way of the people I owed money to for a week actually seemed like a good idea anyway so that wasn't the cause of my worry. No, it was the thought of being owned and controlled, even if it was just for a period of seven days, by a woman. I had spent all of my thirty odd years trying to stay well away from them apart from the pleasurable pastime of sexual activity! Now it seemed that I had no choice but to be with one for a whole week...unless I welshed on the bet.
That idea hung around in my mind as the week wore on and, as Saturday loomed large, it seemed ever more attractive. After all, what could Miss Thorne do? Gambling debts were not legally enforceable. On the other hand, the manager of the casino had seemed to know her quite well and so she might be able to get me blacklisted and then I would not be able to play at all. I mulled the idea over then found my thoughts diverted on to just what she would require of me when I became her property for a whole week. I smirked as I imagined her using me. That was hardly going to be a hardship! Although she was a good ten years older than me, Miss Thorne had appeared to be in fantastic shape and I felt my cock harden at the prospect of enjoying her company up close and personal!
On Saturday morning, I desultorily packed a case and propped it up by the front door of my rented flat then I spent the rest of the day mooching around, watching the television and generally wasting time as the minutes ticked away towards seven o' clock. I had decided to honour the bet after wrestling with my long-forgotten conscience and my mood perked up a little as I envisaged a few days of hot, sweaty sex with the attractive older woman. My nerves still jangled however as I sat there staring unseeingly at the television screen whiles the clock hands crept slowly round towards the appointed hour. There had been something in her eyes...something knowing as if she could read my innermost thoughts...when she had looked across the card table and my mouth went dry with fear and anticipation as the bell rang.
The journey seemed to take forever. Perhaps it was the blindfold that the driver had insisted that I wore. I had demurred at first but then accepted the cloaking darkness after he had explained that it was Miss Thorne's wish. It felt strange not to be able to see where I was being taken and strangely exciting too. I amused myself by fantasising about being kidnapped as the luxurious Mercedes limousine slipped effortlessly along the roads, soaking up the potholes with consummate ease. I sensed that we were nearing our destination as the car slowed, turning onto windy lanes I thought as I slipped from side to side on the leather seats in the back. After a few more minutes, I heard the crunch of gravel under the tyres and then the car drew smoothly to a halt and I swallowed nervously as I waited to meet Miss Thorne once more.
Hands helped me out of the back of the car and then, before I could react, my own hands were taken and cold metal encircled them, trapping them securely. I opened my mouth to protest but a sharp slap across my face halted any words instantly and I reeled back in shock as I heard Miss Thorne speak.
"You are here to learn, James, not to protest and make smart comments so think about that little slap before you open your mouth to me. I will tell you when I want you to speak and when you do, you will address me as Miss Thorne. Do you understand?"
"Not really, Miss Thorne," I stammered out.
"Then you are clearly a slow learner and will need to pay the price for that," she responded and another slap stung the other side of my face and made me gasp, more in surprise than in any real pain.
Hands moved up my chest and then something slipped round my neck, tightening inexorably and forcing my head up slightly as it bit into the softness of my skin.
"A nice leather collar for you to wear for me for the next week as you are my slave for that period. Perhaps you will not want to remove it at the end?" she remarked as she pulled the blindfold off and allowed me to look at the imposing house.
As I was pulled along after her on the end of a lead that she clipped to my collar, her last statement oddly excited me and I felt my cock harden, pulsing powerfully at the thought. Humiliation chased the idea from my mind as she pushed open the front door and tugged me into her house and I wondered if anyone else would be there to witness my predicament as I heard the car drive away, fat tyres crunching noisily on the gravel. The hallway was empty though: a high-ceilinged, airy expanse with a sweeping staircase leading up to a wooden panelled landing and I drew my breath in at the beauty of the old Victorian house while I tried to compute how much it was worth. At least a couple of million, I decided as she dragged me after her down the hall and then into the kitchen before we emerged into the garden at the rear.
The lawn stretched away and was immaculately tended; a bowling green flatness surrounded by flower beds that were a riot of colour. A greenhouse lurked on one side while a massive summerhouse was situated at the bottom and the whole garden was screened completely by high yew hedges which the sun was just sinking behind.
"Stand still," commanded Miss Thorne as she dropped the lead and I obediently stayed in place, nerves jangling as she moved closer to me until I could smell the faint scent of her perfume. Her fingers splayed out and rested on my shirt then stroked across my chest before they delved into her pocket and emerged with a pair of scissors. I opened my mouth to protest as she placed the scissors against the material then thought twice as her dark grey eyes narrowed. The memory of the sharp slap across my face earlier surfaced and I kept silent as she started to snip down the cotton skilfully until my shirt was in two halves. She then worked it off my shoulders, baring my chest to the slight chill of the breeze. I shivered but it was fear rather than cold affecting my muscles and I swallowed hard as her fingers teased my nipples, stroking them into hardness before her nails scratched over their rubbery surface and made me hiss. Pain slithered into my senses and then increased as she squeezed her fingers together around my hard buds, pinching them with her sharp nails. My mouth opened and I squealed as the rich warm agony flooded through me and then she was chuckling softly as she released me.
"So wimpy but a week spent with me will help you toughen up, slave!" she stated as her fingers trickled slowly down my body and came to rest against the fly buttons of my jeans. I held my breath as her hand pressed into my groin but my cock responded, throbbing eagerly as it felt the soft pressure. She unbuttoned me skilfully and her slim hand delved inside and grasped my length, squeezing it through my briefs before she removed it and allowed my trousers to fall down to my ankles. Her dark eyes stared into mine searchingly as her hands pushed down my last remaining covering and then I was gasping with delight as her warm fingers enclosed my rigid shaft and stroked it lightly up and down.
"Hmm passable, I suppose," she murmured and I flushed at the dismissiveness of her tone, feeling the humiliation burn into my soul as I surrendered to the mastery of her touch on my engorged cock.
"I wonder if it has staying power or whether I will need to teach you that as well?" she ruminated, her tongue flickering enticingly over her soft pink lips. She moved her hands away for a moment and brought her left wrist up in front of her face then fiddled with it for a few seconds before showing me the dial.
"Now it's on stopwatch mode so let us see just how long you can resist me," she murmured with a sly grin and then she clicked the start button before returning her hands to my throbbing length. I wanted to impress her for some reason even though she was being so scathing. Perhaps it was a natural reaction to being humiliated? Or maybe it was the competitive nature of a man? Whatever it was, I tried to resist the subtle allure of her fingers stroking my shaft, folding softly over my gleaming knob and then rubbing in my leaking lubricant. I thought of playing cards, of programmes I had watched on the television and even of the most boring books I had ever read but nothing could stop my senses reacting to her skilful manipulation of my prick. Excitement at each sensuous stroke coursed through my body and I had to grit my teeth and clench my buttocks hard as desire threatened to overwhelm me. She laughed as she felt me squirm and moved her fingers faster, sliding my foreskin back and forth, covering my knob and then revealing it to the air while she teased my swollen, taut ball sac with the fingers of her other hand.
It was too much! I had to surrender to her skill and a great arcing jet of white come splashed through the air and down onto the patio flagstones, staining them with my offering. More followed as I groaned deeply and then her fingers wrapped around my balls and squeezed hard as she continued to stroke my cock. I squealed with the savage pain as she tightened her grip and several more streams of come shot out of me as she milked me dry before she released me and quickly glanced at her watch.
"Just three minutes!" she said disdainfully and I hung my head in shame, watching a spiral of semen wend its way slowly from the tip of my cock to the ground.
"You are going to have to do a lot better than that if you wish to please me! Now kneel down!" she snapped suddenly and I awkwardly shuffled into position, hampered by my hands being cuffed. She straddled me, legs sliding over my naked back and I shivered with delight at the soft feeling of her thighs against my skin as her weight pushed me further and further down until my forehead touched the hard flagstones.
"Now lick up that mess. I don't want it ruining my beautiful patio, do I?" she commanded and horror filled my soul at the ignominy of clearing up my own come. Her hand pressed down on my head hard and I muffled a groan as my skin scraped on the harsh stone and then I was obeying, feeling my tongue touch the roughness before it felt the slipperiness of my juice. I licked over the stone, tears filling my eyes as shame overwhelmed my senses and my own come sliding down my throat for what seemed like an eternity before she finally pronounced herself satisfied with my efforts.
"Tomorrow I expect at least five minutes or I will find some more painful way to punish you, slave!" she murmured as she raised herself up off my aching back before telling me not to move.
I stayed there for at least a minute, forehead pressed uncomfortably against the ground while she moved around me, high heels clacking erotically on the stone then I felt her release my lead from my collar before she ordered me to crawl after her. It was excruciating not to be able to alleviate the pressure on my knees with my hands and I grimaced as I followed her across to what appeared to be a small wood store on the far side of the patio.
"Your quarters for the night...and maybe for many nights to come if you do not start pleasing me, slave," she stated coldly and I took a proper look at the wooden object and realised it was an over-sized dog kennel. My mouth dropped open but there was nothing I could do to escape as she moved behind me and kicked me forward with the tip of her polished shoe, aiming it at my soft balls to encourage me to enter. She stopped to clip a thick steel chain into place on my collar then removed the dog lead and the handcuffs and I sighed with relief as I could take some of the strain off my knees.
"Have a good sleep, dog slave!" she chuckled before she strode away and I felt the tears roll down my face as I realised that she was, in all seriousness, going to make me sleep outside in a kennel.
