The phone rang one evening and Carole answered it.
'Carole? Hi darling it's Cynthia. I know you have a day off tomorrow but would you be a dear and meet me for lunch? My treat. Say The Ivy on West Street? It is very discreet. Shall we say one o'clock?'
Cynthia was talking so fast all Carole could do was listen and say yes at the appropriate moments.
The next day Carole was shown to a table already occupied by Cynthia who was sporting a huge gin and tonic. Carole said hello and ordered the same.
After they'd both ordered food Cynthia got down to why she'd invited Carole for lunch.
'We have a really important client that we would like you to visit on Sunday. When I say important I mean mega important. The company makes a lot of money from servicing her portfolio.'
'So you want me to service her?' replied Carole sarcastically.
'If only it were that simple my dear but we wouldn't be paying you seven and a half thousand pounds if it was. Don't get me wrong we don't begrudge that, in fact it's worth it to the company to keep her sweet.'
'What am I supposed to do?' asked Carole.
'Just do whatever Miss Spedding tells you to do. You may even enjoy it.'
Just then the wine waiter arrived and the topic changed.
On Sunday Carole had a lazy morning as Josh was out playing football then going to a friends house for Sunday lunch and wouldn't be back until a lot later. She eventually showered just after noon and thought hard at what she should wear. Cynthia had told her nothing about Miss Spedding except that she was a sixty years old spinster who had a kinky side to her.
'Even Maria, our Polish maid refused to visit her again,' giggled Cynthia at lunch.
'Oh shit. What am I letting myself in for?' she thought.
Carole chose to dress in cream. She put on a cream satin corset with a matching cream satin bra, shiny cream stockings and a cream silk thong. She complemented her underwear with a cream dress that was quite conservative and cream high heels.
As she was driving she would wear flats and change her shoes in the car.
Carole set off for the address in Regents Park, an affluent area of London.
She pulled up outside an eight bedroom house on the Outer Circle of the park. Even Carole was blown away by the property.
'Damn, this must be worth in excess of twenty five million pounds,' thought Carole. 'No wonder they want to keep her sweet.'
She parked in a reserved space for the property and made her way to the front door.
She rang the bell and waited.
A minute later the huge oak door opened and she was beckoned in by a very pretty petite Thai girl who was dressed in a smart black dress that came up to mid thigh.
Carole thought the girl looked sexy but also very classy.
As the girl walked away after telling her to follow Carole appraised the young girl.
Mid twenties maybe, slim with long black hair that hung straight and down to her waist.
They entered a sitting room where a very elegant lady sat reading the Sunday papers.
'Ah, you must be Carole. I've heard a lot about you from Cynthia. Good things I may say.'
Miss Spedding rose to shake Carole's hand and bade her to sit on an armchair opposite.
Carole saw she was a good looking slim woman in a close fitting black silk dress that came down to her knees. Carole guessed she was wearing dark grey stockings and could see she had on shiny black ankle boots, Miss Spedding wasn't wearing any jewelry.
As she sat down Carole got a better look at her face. Dark brown eyes enhanced by a dark grey eye shadow, high cheek bones,full lips with a dark red gloss and perfect white teeth. Her hair was in a bun that gave off a strict but classy look.
'Would you care for a drink my dear?' Miss Spedding asked.
'Er..no I'd better not as I'm driving,' replied Carol.
'Nonsense, one glass of wine won't hurt.'
Carole decided not to argue and just smiled.
'Bee, two glasses of chilled Sancerre please!'
After the wine Miss Spedding asked Carole to follow her.
A nervous Carole made her way downstairs to find several rooms beneath the house.
There was a cinema room a gymnasium and an indoor pool.
Carol was amazed at what was down there but the room she gasped at when she saw it was like a bedroom cum dungeon.
It was light and nicely decorated and it had a large king sized bed at one end and several devices covered with soft black padded leather. Chains hung from the ceiling and implements adorned the wall.
Miss Spedding saw Carole looking aghast at what was on show.
'My little fetish, dear.'
Carole was getting really nervous now but she could see no way out. She thought of the money and tried to stay calm.
'Bee, could you remove Carole's dress please?'
Bee eased the zip down and peeled the dress from Carole's body.
'Oh I see you've dressed for the part?' stated Miss Spedding.
'Which part would that be?' asked Carole bravely.
'That of a slut of course,'
'Lower the chains,' Miss Spedding ordered.
Bee went to the wall and pressed a button that lowered the chains down.
Miss Spedding took Carole by the arm and walked to the center of the room where the chains hung at chest height.
Carole was getting extremely uncomfortable by now but didn't resist when Bee took one wrist and Miss Spedding the other and fastened them to cuffs at the end of each chain.
Bee then walked back to the wall and wound the chains back up until Carole was standing on her toes.
'So my dear, how are you feeling now?'
Carole couldn't answer as she was sure her voice would give away her fear.
'Bee, remove her bra!'
Bee undid the clasps at her back and let the bra fall forward.
'Oh dear, ' said Miss Spedding. 'We can't see your superb breasts fully.'
With that she took a pair of scissors and snapped at the straps and pulled the garment off.
'That's better. You'd better slip her panties off now then Bee before we have to cut those off too!'
Bee peeled Carole's cream silk thong down her thighs and off before handing them to her boss.
'Ah such a sweet aroma. I think by the wetness of your thong you are beginning to enjoy this. Now the spreader bar Bee.'
A three feet spreader bar was attached to each ankle forcing Carole's legs apart.
'Just how we want you!'
Miss Spedding walked up to Carole and gazed at the younger woman's body.
Carole took the chance to look at her captor. She could see the older lady wasn't wearing a bra and noticed her rock hard nipples pushing at the shiny silk dress.
'Cynthia was correct. You are the right slut for the job!'
Carole was taken aback but thought maybe they were right. She was a slut, but a well paid slut.
Miss Spedding went to a cabinet and took out a medium sized flogger. She stood in front of Carole and draped the soft leather tendrils over her shoulders, down her breasts and over her corseted body.
Carole shuddered in anticipation.
Unknown to Carole Bee had retrieved a eighteen inch long leather strap, three inches wide with an eight inch wooden handle. She stood quietly behind the unsuspecting woman.
