Please Note:
This story is a continuation in the series of Disobedience, Development and Guests but it is possible to read it by itself if you do not wish to read those first.
Warning:
Please note the tags carefully. If you do not like the practices contained in them it would be better not to read this.
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Thomas had been looking after Margaret for some time whenever David was away so the request to spend two weeks at his house while he was on a business trip was no surprise. This was longer than usual though, and what made it different for Thomas was his recent decision to marry for the second time.
Only in his mid forties Thomas was widowed when his wife was killed in a tragic motor accident. That was two years ago. Although he was still grieving, life goes on and it was time to take a new partner. It was a good thing that there were no children. Thomas had never wanted any and that would not change now. Having a new woman in his home was to meet other needs.
Even before he had replaced the phone in its holder his mind was buzzing with how he might involve his fiancée with Margaret. This was an opportunity to make the most of.
Thomas was not a man who socialised outside of his business life and he did not have many opportunities to make relationships with women. Apart from that he had very particular requirements. The chances of just happening across the right sort of partner were very small.
Fortunately the age of the Internet, global travel and introduction agencies meant that most things were possible for a man with money. Many hours of research and trips to Russia and China gradually resulted in Thomas finding exactly what he wanted. He had found great beauty and a passionate desire among some of the ladies he met, but he realised that however attractive they may be, these women were separated so much from him by culture and language that he would never achieve the close bond that he required. Having had a very good Cambodian home help for many years he realised that he needed a woman in his home who fully understood his British ways as well as being beautiful and supportive. Fortunately a specialist London agency came up with a perfect match and he was sure the road to happiness was ahead of him.
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Arabella was eighteen years old. The daughter of a successful financial trader she had never wanted for anything materially. Although she was uninterested in education her travels with her parents meant that she had a wide knowledge and experience of the world. Once, when she accompanied her father to Saudi Arabia she had an encounter that would change her life. She was just sixteen and she couldn't go out in Jeddah on her own. Rather than sit in her hotel room watching TV and being bored she asked to join her Dad when he met a business contact in the lounge.
She had butterflies in her stomach. A huge white Mercedes pulled up at the hotel doors and a very striking young man entered wearing a flowing white robe edged with gold decoration and with the distinctive Arab scarf on his head. A concierge and an assistant fussed around as the man was ushered to her father. It seemed like the whole world revolved around this guy. The two men sat and talked quietly over coffee for a few minutes before shaking hands and smiling.
Arabella's father relaxed back in his chair and seemed to become aware of her again.
"Forgive me Prince Khaled. I have not introduced my daughter. This is Arabella."
The Prince fixed her with a stare of his dark eyes and inclined his head towards her in a gesture of acknowledgement.
Her father chuckled in a slightly nervous way.
"Her name begins with 'Arab'. She is destined to make one of your countrymen very happy one day your highness."
"She is very beautiful."
Arabella flushed. Her butterflies turned into a tingle through her body and she wouldn't have trusted herself to stand up at that moment.
The business complete and a few awkward pleasantries exchanged, it was not long before the Prince took his leave. A handshake for her father, a smiling bow to Arabella and the small entourage swept out of the hotel to the waiting car.
"Phew! That was quite something wasn't it sweetie."
From his telephone conversation with her mother a few moments later, Arabella gathered that her Dad was going to handle some very big investments for the Prince and it would earn them a great deal. Arabella didn't care about this. All she knew was that her knickers were wet. She rushed to her room. In the bathroom she tore off her pants and collapsed in a huge, shuddering orgasm.
Being a privileged girl, Arabella had always been able to make her own decisions and get most of what she wanted. She hated it. What she wanted was structure, order, discipline. Her mind was now flooded with images of a harem. She was the plaything of the handsome Prince who used her how he pleased whenever he wanted. He was rough and skilled so that her body gave him maximum pleasure. So different from the pathetic fumblings of the only boyfriend she had ever had.
Back in the UK life didn't go well. She was asked to leave school after she started stalking a teacher she was obsessive about and this was followed by decline into drinking massive amounts of vodka as well as smoking marijuana and snorting amphetamine. Several times each day Bel would wank herself into a frenzy while pounding her cunt with a huge dildo. Her rape fantasies became ever more extreme as she imagined being gang fucked or kidnapped for sexual slavery in a pervert club or some unknown foreign palace.
The final straw was when her mother found her naked in her room in the middle of the day. She was face down in her own vomit with a vibrator sticking out of her ass. She twitched and moaned
"please fuck my ass harder Your Highness"
while the whirring plastic dick churned her bowels.
Her horrified parents could only see her having an early death after the degradation of alcoholism and drug abuse. She was not yet eighteen and her life was in tatters. In desperation they gave Bel an ultimatum. Either she agreed to go into the Priory clinic for intensive rehab and stayed there until her therapist agreed she should go or she must leave their home. They knew that if she didn't do this their own marriage would probably not survive.
After many tears and an initial refusal Bel finally gave in. She was exhausted. Within a few hours she was deeply asleep in fresh, clean hospital sheets.
As he drove away from the clinic Arabella's father remembered the silly joke he had made to Prince Khaled about her name. She had complained to him later about how embarrassed she was and he knew that her behaviour became much worse after two visits to the house by Khaled since that first meeting. That couldn't be the cause of all this unhappiness could it? No of course not, but he still felt guilty.
Seven weeks later a fresh faced and lively Bel took a cab from the Priory to the London Introduction Agency she had read about in a society magazine. It may be hard to find a man with the glamour and wealth of Prince Khaled or the authority and distinction of her beloved teacher, but she was determined to find an anchor in her life and her therapist had convinced her she could find happiness if she approached life in the right way.
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Thomas was not particularly handsome; he was not royal or even titled, and he was a similar age to her father, but he met all of the requirements Bel had given to the agency. Bel herself was something of a rare find. There were not too many young women who willingly described themselves as being uninterested in a career, not wishing to have a family and wanting to find a husband who expected complete acceptance of him as head of their household. She had gone even further. In her interview she told the woman that she wanted a man who required total obedience. It was a word that Mrs Baldwin had not heard in years and she instantly remembered that Thomas had used the same word when he registered a few weeks before.
"I think I may already know the man you are looking for."
A telephone call was followed by a restaurant date and then several meetings at Thomas' house. They had very open and detailed discussions about each others lives and expectations. These concluded with a decision that they would marry. Until now there had been no sexual contact between them. Thomas instructed Arabella to remove her clothes. He took out a cane from where it had been unused since before his wife's death and gave her six hard strokes on the buttocks As the pain of the beating started to give way to a tingling warmth Bel took his prick in her mouth and thanked him with a sensual suck. Thomas took her head in his hands and held her firm as he shot a large cumload into her mouth. This was the first time she had a real prick in her mouth and it felt right. Savouring the strange taste of semen she showed it to Thomas and then swallowed as she had agreed she would be required to do.
Shortly after this Thomas took Bel out to dinner and told her that she was to spend two weeks with him at the house of a friend. He did not mention Margaret, that could wait. This was to be a period in which she would learn the strict routine that would be her life as Mrs Downing.
Bel was curious why this was going to happen in a friend's house, but it was not for her to question. She was very excited and looked forward with great anticipation to the passing of the few days before her induction began. She was already in love with Thomas. After dinner he took her home and fucked her fully for the first time. When Bel had been brought to a yelping, trembling orgasm by his very stiff prick Thomas ordered her to her knees and shot his load into her mouth. Their union was sealed. Bel telephoned her parents and let them know she was staying with Thomas. She would not be living in their home any more.
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Thomas drove David to the airport and saw him on his way. Throughout the journey Thomas enthusiastically updated his friend on the introduction of Bel into his life and how he intended to have Margaret assist him demonstrating to her the requirements and pleasures of the wifely life she was about to enter. David hadn't yet met Bel and the more he heard the more he wished that business wasn't calling him away. Much as he loved and valued Margaret, a little pleasure with a beautiful teenage girl would be welcome.
"Margaret will be an excellent guide and helper as you know Thomas. She has her usual instructions to meet your every need. I look forward to meeting your fiancée on my return. By then she will have learned a great deal I am sure."
"Have a good trip old chap. Your lady is in good hands."