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.
