Held Fast- Chapter Three
Tracey remained uncertain about her next move. John was now stirring. His cock now at full attention. Her mind now completely conscious, she knew what was expected of her now. Carefully, she moved her herself form her position on the bed and gently lifted the expensive 100% Egyptian cotton bed clothes and stood up. She walked round to his side of the bed. Looking at the large bedroom, she caught herself in the full length mirrors on the fitted wardrobes. Wow! She had lost weight and she looked the best shape of her life. Her tits, although enhanced now matched her slimmer stomach and toned legs. John's insistence on a lifestyle change had yielded many benefits. Distracted, she heard the murmurs of John waking and quickly took her position on the floor on his bedside. She knelt on the plush carpet, her back straight and waited. John would wake in moment and her day would start.
Ten months ago, all this was new to Tracey. After the shock of the meeting in the hotel and subsequent review of John's service contract, Tracey felt quite sick. He had manipulated her to perfection. Her whole world was seemingly linked to his desires. She was held fast. The full extent of John's possession of her didn't dawn until the gifts started to arrive.
All expensive and designer labelled. Pairs of various leather boots from Fairfax and Favour, DVF wrap around dresses of a variety of colours and patterns, lace topped hold-ups from Mayfair and risqué panties from Bottega Veneta and Dolce and Gabbana but no bras. Most disturbing of all was a parcel containing Rive Droit riding crop, a leather flogger and a range of bejewelled anal plugs. Both intimidated and excitement, Tracey put the toys away and hung up her new wardrobe. Indeed, she had to get rid of eight dresses of her own to make room.
Within two weeks, John had contacted her again and demanded that they meet at her little cottage in Hertfordshire. John gave her specific instructions on the appropriate attire and conduct.
I see the items I have purchased have been delivered. Book yourself into the salon. Full wax pussy and arse. Have your nails done - your usual French polish.
Expect me at 7.00pm on Friday (our usual date time). Leave the entire weekend free. Put the dog in kennel.
Wear a dress, holdups, panties, and boots of your own choice. No bra. Your tits don't need any support. Wear the panties all night and masturbate in the morning and keep them on till I arrive.
John was enjoying her compliance and her acquiescence. He knew it well, as they only ever met their when they dated. Tracey felt the anxiety rise with the upcoming meeting, because he was coming her to her safe place.
But what could she do? Her continued ownership of her cottage was tied to his money. She had taken his money for work and foolishly allowed him to take on her debts, since the financial crisis in the last year. She had been desperate, and he seemed like a saviour with his offers of financial support.
Now she understood the real cost of his help. So, there was, wearing the clothes he had purchased fr her. Prosaically, his choice was excellent, very expensive and hugged her figure. He had gotten her measurements exactly. He clearly remembered.
The chime of the doorbell roused her from her memories, and she went to open it. There stood John, annoyingly handsome in a well cut and expensive leather jacket and black jeans. His hair was freshly cut and as always clean shaven. Hating herself, she even liked his aftershave. He walked into the front room, glad not to have to hear the barking of her dog. He didn't dislike her little pet, but he wanted her full attention this weekend and whenever he called on her.
