I woke at 6.30, alone in my bed. It was Sunday morning. Was that a dream or did I have Lady M. in my bed last night?
My boxers were crusty with dried precum: yes, it happened. I slipped out to pee and decided to relieve the 'morning wood', in reality left over from last night. No marks for guessing who I thought of when I masturbated.
I showered and shaved then headed to the kitchen for bacon and eggs with Mrs B.
"Didn't know yer would be 'yer thus marnin' " said Mrs B.
"Yes, it was late when I finished last night" I replied in a non-committal fashion. I had to listen carefully to Mrs B.'s strong west-country accent.
"Thanks for the stew you left: it hit the right place. I'll only be here for a couple of hours this morning in case Lady M goes for a ride."
"Ar, oi 'spec so, 'er often goes out on a Sunday. Toime was they'd aall go to church ... ."
We chatted, exchanging pleasantries. She seemed unaware of the situation, though for how long, who knew? I finished my coffee, thanked her again, and went off the clean my teeth. Finally I tidied up the den. I found a duffle bag hidden in a cupboard. I shook it and it jingled.
At 9 o'clock the phone rang: Lady M. would be along in 15 minutes. I was ready, or at least I thought so.
"Good morning Peter" Lady M. smiled. So we were back to the normal, formal conversation: that was good.
"I have to tell you how much I enjoyed last night, and I hope you did too? Perhaps we can do it again?"
"Yes of course" I mumbled, "I enjoyed it too, naturally. And I would love to try again. Though I think I disappointed you somewhat in my role."
"Not at all: we are both learners and, if you are willing, perhaps we can learn together" she said with a smile and a glint in her eye.
"But first, my ride" she said as she pulled on her gloves and firmly seated her hard-hat. Lady M. stood up on the steps and swung her leg over the saddled hunter. I released the rein and she smiled again.
"Thank you again Peter. I 'll be back in about an hour."
So saying, Lady M. pulled to the left and walked the hunter out into the meadow.
I was relieved: I had no idea how to react this morning and she deftly put me at my ease. Another session, eh? I will be a bit better prepared for the next round.
Her ride was a full hour and a half, and Lady M. arrived back flushed and clearly agitated.
"Sorry Petey, no time for a chat, I'm now late for a function and I've got to rush. Can you handle Pegasus?"
"No problem" I replied. "just pass the reins and leave him with me."
So I cooled the hunter, washed and brushed him down, then fed him and led him into his stable. Then I tidied up and left for do some bookwork.
Tuesday morning at the U, I had just been to a lecture on medical genetics - fascinating integration of DNA sequencing with disease diagnoses. I headed for the coffee bar and checked my email - there was a note from "M de V." It didn't register, so I opened it: it was brief.
"In case you need some ideas" it said, and there were two URLs attached. "And are you free on Friday?"
"Yes" I replied, "same time, same place." Not a question!
The links were to separate sites and gave very specific ideas. I quickly closed my email file and went back to the lab to work. No chance to concentrate though: I was already planning for Friday.
Over the next few days I often looked at the videos: they gave me several ideas and clearly Lady M. had visions of repeating the scenes.
Thursday on the way home I visited the shop on the receipt and picked up a few small items, including a pair of spring-loaded nipple covers in the shape of flower heads. At the local hardware I bought some inch dowel a large screw hook, some cup hooks, and some chain. We had some light chain at The Manor, but it was old and dirty.
Friday afternoon I arrived early and started my preparations. A large hook in the ceiling of the den was to hold a rope with an O-ring at the free end running to a cleat at the wall. From the O-ring two lengths of light chain were screwed into the ends of the first dowel with the chain ends hanging down to an O-ring at each end. The second piece of dowel, about two feet long, just had cup hooks which I had closed at either end.
Then I sat down and wrote what could be a sequence of events.
I was ready far too early. The room was warm, curtain drawn, faint classical music in the background. I ate a bought sandwich, cleaned my teeth, changed into a T-shirt and shorts and lay on the bed to read.
And waited.
She was early. A tap on the heavy wooden door.
"Come in" I called from the bed, swinging my feet to the floor.
She entered, smiling, wearing a full-length coat. She pushed the door closed behind her without turning around. Her dark hair was in a pony tail, lips bright red - crimson - green/blue eye shadow. She looked magnificent. How could I handle this?
The coat fell to the floor and she went to her knees, head bowed. She was naked.
"Sir, this girl wishes to please you".
"Thank you Em: I feel sure you will" I replied.
"Thank you for the videos you sent, they were very helpful. I think I have a better feel for what you would like from our arrangement, though I may vary the scenery somewhat."
I sounded a bit uncertain.
"May this girl speak sir?" Em asked.
"Please stop with the 'this girl' stuff," I said testily, "that sounds more like 'slave-master' talk as I read it on the web. You can call me 'sir' or 'Peter' whichever you prefer; the main thing is what I do to you as a dom and what you are willing to accept from me as a sub. Do you agree?"
"Yes, of course Peter" she replied. "I am happy to accept what you do as long as you don't hurt me too much or cause me damage."
"I thought we had agreed that last week, Em. But we should agree on safe words. How about the usual green, yellow and red? Not original I know, and if you have a gag, then shake your head sideways for 'no'." I spoke softly.
"That's fine Peter" she replied. "And I really don't have anything serious to say, I just wanted to talk; to help me relax."
I put a stool behind her and placed the Velcro straps in front. "Please attach the wrist and ankle cuffs and we can begin". She sat down and quickly started. I put the two dowels on the floor and attached her ankles to each end of one using spring clips, then I attached her wrists to the ends of the other. I pulled down the rope with the attached chain and linked the arm spreader O-ring to the chain with another spring clip. I helped Em to her feet then raised her arms well above her head so she was stretched, tying the rope to the wall cleat.
I took a pair of scissors and started to trim her pubic hair.
"Please, sir, don't do that" she complained.
"Em, I do not want your hair there so be quiet or the gag will go in" I replied.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.
