“Property of Harding Ltd.”

Deborah Ford

Part Eight

1.

With an amused sneer on her face Miss Emerson leads them up to ground level. At times she looks over Daniel and Lizzie with a gleam of unabashed sadistic amusement.

As they ride up in the lift, both their leashes running to Miss Emerson’s one hand Daniel feels his mouth dry and his tummy revolve. He wants to cry.

Had someone offered to take him to the exit gates a few hours previous he would have jumped at the opportunity but now he would like nothing better than to return to the safety of the deportment room.

Standing next to him Lizzie stares into space, her eyes wide and frightened. Her breasts fill out her thin peter pan blouse, her arse superbly moulded by the tight shorts and her beautiful legs sexy in their white tights and boots.

He is dressed exactly the same save for natural coloured tights and a different styled chastity belt between his legs.

They each remember the posture drummed into them in the deportment room by Miss Emerson so they pose, one knee bowed before the other, elbows turned into the waist, hands sticking out. Neither dares say anything.

The lift trembles to a stop and after a long heart thumping pause the doors spring open onto the evening sunshine splattered around the castle courtyard. Bird chatter and a light wind fills their senses. They could be in another world.

Miss Emerson strides away, hips wiggling. “Come along girls. No slacking, but no hurrying either. Young ladies do not rush around!”

Their leashes grow taut until they too set off side by side, their heels twisting and turning on the cobbles. Daniel ensures his hips bounce to and fro and his thighs pass over each other with each step.

The movement is not fully ingrained yet already it would feel odd to walk spread legged like a man.

Their heels machine gun around the high stone walls and the brooding towers. Between two of the turrets is the portcullis. Through the steel grid he can see the road leading away for miles between the trees and rolling hills. They might as well be in a fairy tale world.

Lizzie leans closer to him and whispers, “is she really going to free us?”

“Maybe,” he whispers back but neither believes it.

They know they are being led to yet another humiliation and can do nothing at all about their predicament. Yet each holds a glimmer of hope, no matter how small, that they will be released.

Coming to an abrupt stop near a modern looking hut he can see a balding, uniformed man sitting inside reading a paper. He exhales with boredom as he flicks through the pages, until he glances up and sees the women approaching him then his expression grows into a knowing grin.

As soon as they stop both the white girls adopt the pose: one knee before the other, eyes wide open, lips slightly pursed, elbows tight in at the waist with fingers splayed out parallel to the ground.

With a click Miss Emerson releases the leash from their collars.

Daniel feels odd to be finally off the leash, not so much free as vulnerable and anxious. As if being attached to Miss Emerson afforded him some security.

“Mister Malcolm please open the gates.”

He calls back, “Yes Miss Emerson.”

The portcullis rises slowly. Deep within the walls clanking steel chains rub over stone. At last it grinds to a halt leaving enough of a gap for a small truck to pass beneath.

“Off you go sluts.” Miss Emerson smirks before waving a hand at the open entrance.

A wooden drawbridge runs over the deep moat leading to the roadway and freedom.

“But Miss Emerson,” Lizzie stammers, “we are miles from anywhere.”

“I am sure some lecherous perv will give you a lift. No man is going to drive past you two dream boats.”

“Erm Miss Emerson,” Daniel stutters. “What about the collar?” He touches the metal which has grown warm against his neck.

“As soon as you are home give Mister Harding a ring and then he will send you the key.” She raises her eyebrows, “or do you wish to stay sissy?”

Lizzie and Daniel look hard at each other, each silently questioning the other. The strawberry blond offers a smile of courage to him and he does his best to return it.

“No,” the two white girls say but the uncertainty is obvious. Can it be as easy as this?

“Then good bye girls.”

Daniel runs his hands over his humiliating smooth apparel. The translucent blouse revealing the ‘a’ cup white bra, the shorts so tight they seem to support him and the heels rising high. Can he really parade around dressed like this?

“Erm Miss Emerson,” he begins avoiding her eyes. “May I have my clothes please?”

The willowy blond laughs. “You are wearing them sissy.”

The two ‘white girls’ exchanged a glance as they summon up the strength to walk hesitantly towards the exit.

Daniel notices Lizzie pull her shoulders back and walk with the pronounced wiggle and he feels safer following her example. After all Miss Emerson is still within a cane swipe of his vulnerable, sticking out backside.

He notices Mister Malcolm is grinning. Daniel knows it is a trap yet he cannot stop himself advancing. He steadies himself with the knowledge that if he can get out and reach home then somehow he can help get his wife and daughters escape the horrible bully Mister Harding.

The heels slip on the rounded dangerous cobbles and his arms push out to steady himself.

“Elbows in sissy!” Commands Miss Emerson.

He finds himself complying, hearing Mister Malcolm laughing with a deep guttural sound.

A bleep, like that of a mobile phone. He gasps, it has come from his collar.

Then another bleep but this time it comes from Lizzie who fingers the steel about her neck with trepidation.

He recalls the nice Mister Temple’s warning. “If you stray out of the areas you have permission to use then you will be zapped.”

Another carefully placed step and the collar tingles, as if it is shaking on Danni’s neck. An electronic voice sounds in his ears. “Warning you are leaving your prescribed area.”

Daniel is terrified. He turns to face Miss Emerson who shooes him on. “Go on sissy. Be brave”

Suddenly even the risk of a spanking seems preferable to stepping onto the draw bridge.

Lizzie places a tentative heeled foot on the wood of the bridge. She then brings the next foot across. She waits for a long moment before her shoulders fall with relief. Nothing.

Daniel edges closer and suddenly they are holding hands for mutual support like two frightened children. He joins her on the worn drawbridge and swallows.

They are about to take another step when they hear the portcullis come crashing down behind them. They both jump and squeal, leaping into each others arms.

Miss Emerson and Mister Malcolm think this the funniest sight they have ever seen.

Daniel finds his teeth jamming together in anger at the vile pair of managers enjoying their discomfort. Somehow his indignation steels himself to be courageous, more courageous than at any time since school. He takes hold of Lizzie’s hand, announcing: “come on, we will show them.”

With that he flings back his new hair style and makes to advance.

Lizzie is decidedly less confident. She peeks back at the laughing Miss Emerson for guidance.

The skinny, tall manager simply raises her eyebrows as if asking, “”yes? Is there a problem?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t Danni,” she says under her breath to him.

“Be brave!” he says, aware of the tremor in his voice.

With that he wiggles a couple of steps forward until he can peer down the vertiginous drop to the moat.

He grips his new friend’s hand very tightly for support and she does likewise.

The air is cooler in the shade of the archway. Before them the long snaking road appears forbidding. Surely someone will pick them up. Freedom is only a few steps away now.

Suddenly Daniel feels his collar shake.

He stops, statue still.

“What is it?” Lizzie asks, the fear in her face visceral.

He barely raises his foot when he feels the sharp zap.

Screaming he grips hold of the collar. It now feels distinctly warm.

The robotic voice in his ears announces: “you are the property of Mister Harding and have not the requisite permissions to leave the prescribed areas. Return at once and notify a manager.”

He touches his earrings.

He hears Lizzie scream and almost wets himself. She is bent over, wriggling her arse.

“Take it off. Please. It is killing me!” She scrambles back to the portcullis where she collapses to the floor, sobbing on her knees.

Daniel squeals in terror and rushes to join her. They grip the portcullis and shake it. The steel is unforgiving.

“Please let us back in,” Daniel simpers. The tingling has stopped. He must stay close to the portcullis else he will feel the electrical charge.

“Yes, please,” cries Lizzie still rubbing at her neck.

Miss Emerson wiggles around to the opposite side of the steel mesh. “Well, well, well. I thought my two sluts were anxious to leave?”

They look up at her with huge eyes. “Please Miss Emerson.”

“Is that how two office girls should stand before there betters?” She says, as if admonishing two mischievous, young children.

The two white girls rise to their heels adopting the standing position, replying in unison, “sorry Miss Emerson.”

Miss Emerson pulls out her mobile phone. “You see girls. Every time you try and make a decision you end up in a right pickle. Do you understand that now?”

“Oh yes Miss Emerson. Thank you Miss Emerson.” Lizzie croaks.

Danni nods eagerly. “Yes Miss Emerson.”

The blond manager smiles. “You haven’t learnt your lesson yet. But you will.” She clicks open her mobile phone and taps out a few numbers. “Hello? Reception? Ah thank you slut, try and answer quicker girl. Will you tell the office managers there are two white girls at the castle gates desperate to be allowed in? Thank you my dear.”

She slips the phone away, smiling her lopsided grin. Daniel’s tummy twist into a knot. His eyes are wide and pleading.

“Now bimbos. In thirty minutes Mister Malcolm here will close the outer doors forcing you both down the ramp onto the drawbridge. I hesitate to imagine the pain from the collars.”

“No please!”

“Wait bimbos! Don’t you dare interrupt an office manager!”

“Sorry Miss Emerson,” they chime in harmony.

A door near a castle tower opens and three sturdy looking men appear in neat suits. They take one look at the girls and laugh.

From across the courtyard two men and two women in neat trouser suits race towards them over the cobbles.

Daniel feels a tear in his eyes. “Please Miss Emerson, I have learned my lesson. I promise.”

“Excellent Danni. Now all you have to do is convince these nice hard working managers that you want to stay.”

A few more women and men from the offices join the small crowd. There is an air of expectancy and fun.

Miss Emerson is clearly enjoying herself. “Danni did you wish to ask the managers something?”

Danni licks his lips tasting the sweet pink lipstick, his tongue feels heavy and dry. “I, well I …” he turns to Lizzie for support but she is terrified.

Lizzie touches the steel bars. “Please sirs and madams I want to stay here in the castle.”

Danni nods eagerly. “Yes me too please.”

A man with a beer gut and reddened face approaches them. “Shut the fuck up sissy.”

“Yes sir,” Danni replies quickly.

He turns his attention to Lizzie. “How long you been here slut?”

“Lizzie mops a tear away from her cheeks. “Oh I don’t know. Just a day sir.”

“And you already want to leave us?”

“No sir. Please I wish to stay.” She looks to Danni for help.

He takes his cue, jabbering, “please sir, if I may speak, it is just that I thought I …”

“You did what?” He grins.

The managers laugh.

“Well I , I mean we , we thought that …”

“Oh you thought did you?”

“Well I …” his voice peters out.

A woman with a lightly dyed blond hair and a neat grey, short skirted business suit steps close to the bars. “Sissy don’t you look the part?”

“Erm, yes, er, thank you madam.”

He tries a simple courtesy and is greeted with more laughter.

“Now then sissy let us examine your situation shall we?”

“Yes please madam.”

“Poor bimbo sissy did some thinking for herself?”

The crowd laugh.

Danni raises his palms. “Well I sort of …”

“And poor little sissy is now in hot water isn’t she?”

Danni nods shame faced.

“All because you tried thinking for yourself. My, my, my.”

Tears blur his vision but he can fully see her cruel smirk. “Yes madam. Sorry madam.”

“So what have you learnt sissy? Tell me.”

He stares hopelessly at her hoping for a clue. “I don’t know I …”

“Oh you are a real bimbo aren’t you?”

“Yes madam. Sorry madam.”

“Let me help you shall I?”

“Yes please madam.”

“Sissy thinks for herself and ends up in trouble. So what lesson have you learned?”

“Er, not to think for myself Madam?”

The men and women cheer and clap. Daniel feels his face grow red hot.

“So,” the woman smiles, “why don’t you get down onto your knees and thank me like a good little sissy for the lesson.”

A tear swells in his eye blurring everyone’s leering grinning faces. He leans close to the metal grating. “Er please Miss that would be very humiliating may I …”

The woman beams. “Oh? Is the sissy thinking for herself again?”

He swallows feeling himself try and shrink to nothing. There must be some way out of this predicament. He looks to Miss Emerson who folds her arms beneath her small boobs and smiles. He faces Lizzie looking for support but the poor strawberry blond is terrified.

Nothing for it. He slips down to his knees on the stone flags feeling his tights rub against each other and the shorts tighten between his legs squeezing upwards. His little tits seem to fill his blouse out as he looks up from his humbling position.

“Erm, I er …”

The woman cocks her head to one side. “I can’t hear you.”

Clearing his throat he places his palms on his thighs as he stares up at her. “Thank you very much for my lesson Miss.”

“And what was that lesson?”

“Not to think for myself.”

He fixes his eyes into space so he doesn’t have to witness their mocking grins.

One of the men steps up to Lizzie. “And you slut. Have you learned the same lesson?”

“Oh yes sir, yes definitely. Definitely. Please I really have,” she gushes.

He puts his hand through the bars of the portcullis to gently stroke her cheek. “So why don’t you thank us like your sissy friend here?”

Lizzie takes in Daniel as if she has only just noticed him kneeling before the crowd. “oh yes, yes of course.”

She drops gently to her knees to look up at the man with huge eyes. “Thank you for my lesson. I promise never to think for myself again.”

Putting his hand through a lower part he strokes her hair. “Now then slut is there anything you can do while you are down there?”

She shakes her head. “I er, I er …” She looks up at him for a clue.

Gripping her hair he lifts her so she kneels up with her arse no longer resting on her heels,

“Now form your mouth into an ‘O’ shape.”

She raises her palms and shakes her head. “No. No. Please no sir.”

He pushes his groin close to the metal, his groin now inches from her frightened face. “I thought you said you had learned.”

“Please sir, not here. Not like this. Not in front of everyone.”

“Form your mouth into an O girl before I give you a slap.”

She lowers her head and Daniel checks the enthralled faces of the other managers. He guesses she has opened her mouth into the desired shape.

He hears a zip and some rustling. There is a gentle groan from Lizzie and then she mumbles as if gagged. Daniel cannot look at her plight. He hears a man muttering “good girl, good girl.”

“Am I the first?” The man calls out.

Miss Emerson shakes her head. “Alas no. She is a real slut. Her mouth was in use within minutes of being collared.”

They all laugh.

Daniel dies. A huge shadow has loomed over him. He looks up at a man in a neat dark blue suit, white shirt and tie. “What about the sissy? Has her mouth been fed yet?”

“Sadly the sissy’s mouth is off limits. She is totally untrained.”

The man’s gorilla sized hands push through the bars to grip Daniel’s hair. He feels himself tugged up to the steel until his nose touches the man’s fly. He wants to scream but knows he must not.

“No time like the present to start her training Miss Emerson.”

“Oh now, now Mister Woodley. I will let you know when she is ready. I can see you have an eye for a good sissy.”

The hand tightens in the back his hair tugging back his head. He squeals before freezing in terror. Mister Woodley is using his free hand to unzip himself.

“Well surely you have no complaints if the sissy uses her little hands?”

Miss Emerson approaches them her face screwed up in painful thought. “Well it is a little unorthodox I must say.”

“But she looks so cute kneeling there, her cock sucking mouth open.”

Miss Emerson nods. “She does. She is very promising. Perhaps a little stroking won’t hurt.”

Daniel whimpers as Mr Woodley flips out his semi engorged cock. Daniel has heard that some men have cocks larger than even four and a half inches but only now can he believe it. Semi engorged it rests in his tormentor’s hand like a fat sausage. It is already 6 inches yet barely erect.

“How kind of you to assist in the sissy training Mister Woodley.” Miss Emerson crouches down, her black shorts tightening around her hips. “Sissy, gently take mister Woodley’s offering in your hands and play with it.”

Daniel tries to shimmy back on his knees but Mister Woodley pulls his hair upward shoving him right up to the portcullis with his stiffening weapon now pointing straight between Daniel’s eyes.

“Please Miss Emerson, please … I …”

“No need to worry about pleasing him sweet sissy. Just take it in both your hands. Go on. It won’t bite.”

As he takes hold of the cock he feels his shorts and tights rubbing over his own groin. The bra straps constrict around his shoulders. He is aroused with his cock filling the cage. Light headed he feels his tormentor’s cock stiffen and enlarge in his hands.

Instinctively he knows what is required of him and pumps gently up and down.

He hears mister Woodley’s moans blend into a rhythm with Lizzie’s making greedy gulping noises.

Close to fainting he is desperate to cum himself and feels all his desires merge into this horrible man’s cock.

Back and fore, back and fore.

From miles away he hears Miss Emerson. “Gentlemen, pull the two girls closer together. I think we have an event happening here.”

With his eye closed and himself floating on an orgasm he knows will never come Daniel feels himself guided manfully to his left until he bumps onto Lizzie’s soft form.

His eyes open just enough to see the two suited men standing next to each other and he can just about make out the blur of the strawberry blonde’s hair bobbing towards the bar. He can hear Lizzie whimpering with excitement. She mumbles “oh please” around the cock in her mouth.

The penis in his hands is now rock hard and pulsating. Mister Woodley mutters “now sissy now.”

“Mister Woodley, please wait for Mister Jackson. Lizzie suck harder girl or you will spend the night out here!”

Lizzie pants faster.

“Now gentlemen, now!”

Daniel opens his eyes in shock. What is she asking for?

He wishes he had kept his eyes closed.

As camera phones flash and click he watches Mister Jackson’s cock being pulled dribbling from Lizzie’s mouth before it fires its load over her face. A split second later Mister Woodley gives his cock a flick with his own hand and the spunk balloons in Daniel’s face.

Daniel and Lizzie both squeal with shock and indignation.

The fluid is warm and glutinous, sticking to their faces like porridge.

The portcullis is winched noisily upwards. In a single action their leashes are reattached and Miss Emerson is jerking them to their heels. Daniel starts to cry.

Shame prevents him looking around the courtyard but he knows from the footsteps and chatter that people are leaving. The show is over. He has been the entertaining spectacle.

He raises his hands to wipe away the mess.

“Sissy hands behind your back right now!”

Miss Emerson has spoken so sharply he complies immediately even though he longs to wipe away the degrading mess.

“You too slut!”

“Please let me clean myself Miss Emerson,” Lizzie whines.

“Your slutty hands behind your back over your slutty fat arse right now!”

“Yes Miss Emerson.”

“Now both of you tramps turn around.”

They do so, Daniel feeling his body mould into the outfit he is wearing.

“Oh!” he squeals.

The cold metal cuffs surprise him. With his hands trapped behind him he feels totally used, ashamed, humiliated and helpless. A sissy on the end of a leash he hopes will lead to the safety of the castle.

Some cum drips down to his lips which he closes tightly. Otherwise the fluid sticks to his skin like some glutinous glue.

“Come along you tramps. You have had enough fun for one day.”

Miss Emerson ambles slowly back over the cobbled yard to the shadow of the castle wall. Her arse bounces rhythmically. The leashes tighten as he feels themselves dragged across the courtyard.

“Remember your sexiest walk girls.”

Daniel is lost in a world of humiliation and rich eroticism. He desperately must cum. He would do anything to have his cage removed.

Lizzie is breathing deeply beside him, every so often emitting a longing sigh.

He pulls at his cuffs and squeals in futile rage. A tear joins the mess on his face.

A man and woman in the office garb march pass them as if they do not exist.

Inside the cool of the castle tower they soon find themselves in the lift descending back to the cells.

He sees Lizzie throw back her head and rub her gorgeous thighs together. She moans pitifully. A slut in need.

Seeing Miss Emerson’s back is turned to them he discreetly tries rubbing his own nylon clad thighs. It just makes him feel more frustrated and hot. But it is such a beautiful feeling he rubs faster hearing himself groan.

The lift doors open and the two hot girls are dragged down a corridor for only a short moment before they are pulled into a cosy room with sofas, deep carpet and a few cupboards.

“Miss Emerson,” Daniel whines like a little girl. “I so much need to …”

“I know what you pair of sluts want. You tramps.” Miss Emerson cuts in. “Good girls get rewards. Naughty girls get punished.”

“I promise I will be good,” he squeals.

The tall blond laughs at him with her usual lop sided sneer.

“I will too Miss Emerson. Please let me cum,” Lizzie pleads.

“My, my. Playing hard to get are you? Sluts. All the same.”

Miss Emerson has pressed a button and a short metal bar descends from the ceiling supported either end by a thin sturdy chain.

“Here sluts.” She indicates a space next to the bar.

Daniel and Lizzie comply.

Miss Emerson unattaches a chain from one end of the rod before sliding the loops of the leashes’ handles down the bar. She then reattaches the chain to the end of the bar and returns to the wall. A press of a button and the bar rises back to the ceiling.

Daniel feels his leash grow taut and for an awful, horrific moment thinks the beam will carry on rising until it hangs him. But it stops with a foot or so of give in the leash. He is able to back away from the panting Lizzie.

The blond “hmms” in thought. “Get down on your knees girls.”

They obey. Danni feels the bristling carpet through his tights and his shorts grip his backside. The leashes are now fully taut forcing them to kneel upright.

Crouching beside them Miss Emerson giggles in satisfaction. “There is sufficient play for you to get to your knees but not for you to lie down. Nor can you reach the furniture.

Daniel pulls at his secured wrists. The cuffs are unyielding.

“Now then girls the only way you can clean your man load from your faces is to lick each other clean. Like two good girly pals.”

“No way,” Lizzie cries.

“Please Miss Emerson,” Danni pleads. “I can never do a thing like that.”

The blond ruffles his neat short hair. “Oh sissy you will be surprised at what you can get up to under our firm rule.”

Squirming around on his knees to face her with a determined glare he replies, “I think I should make it absolutely clear that I am not gay, I am not happy at helping a man cum and I am most certainly not going to lick a man’s,” he cannot bring himself to say the words, “a man’s, you know, his … well I am not going to lick it up. Full stop.”

He gasps at the temerity of his language. Will she beat him?

“What a brave little tiger you are sissy,” she laughs at him before standing up so her long thighs in her black tights fill his vision.

How he longs to kiss them.

“Well what can I say to such a determined little girl? Oh yes, how about the small matter of Miss Hodgson is on her way down to see you.”

“Who?” Daniel furrows his brow. The name is familiar.

“Oh what a bimbo memory you have,” Miss Emerson laughs. “Davina Hodgson? Ring any bells. Seems to want to see you.”

“Oh my god. My wife!”

“Sissy’s aren’t allowed to have wives birdbrain.”

“But Hodgson is her maiden name!”

“Miss Hodgson to you sissy and never forget it. Shame she has to see you covered in a man’s spunk like that.” She opens the door. “I reckon you have about two or three minutes to get that stuff off your face. I wonder how you will achieve it.”

The door closes and Daniel stands on his heels in panic. “Oh my god, oh my god!”

He tries to rub his splattered cheek on his shoulder but with his hands cuffed behind his back his shoulders move away from him as he lowers his cheek. “Oh my god!”

“Don’t panic Danni,” Lizzie whispers reassuringly.

He glances up at her seeing the thick juice glistening around her cheeks and nose.

He tries to reach the nearest sofa but the leash around his neck pulls him short. “Oh my god!”

He drops to his knees trying to bow his face to the carpet. One good wipe will do it.

But it is no use.

Miss Emerson has judged the leash length to perfection. Lizzie drops on her knees next to him. Her full breasts rounding out her pretty blouse. He is aware of his sharper smaller mounds inches from hers.

She kisses his nose. “Sissy we don’t have a choice. I will clean your face if you will clean mine.”

“Oh that is so sweet!” Danni gushes, close to tears. “Please don’t ever tell anyone about this. Please.”

She kisses his nose again. “Our secret.” With that she leans close to him licking at his cheek.

He sees a transparent white fluid on her lips. It reminds him of icing before it is poured onto a cake. Her cute face is covered with dull white spatter. He knows what he must do. He leans forward in horror, closes his eyes and creeps out his tongue. He touches the wetness and recoils.

Lizzie’s eyes widen. “You must do it Danni.”

He licks at a sticky clump on her chin. His tongue remains half in his mouth half out as if he doesn’t want it to touch the sides of his mouth. That would be disgusting.

Leaning close to him she gives him a long lick up the side of his face.

He closes his lips tasting the masculine, nutty tang. It is almost like almonds. He swallows, feeling repulsed.

“Other side Danni.” She turns her face slightly. “We must be quick.”

Desperately trying not to taste it he swallows the gooey juice quickly, but he cannot help himself. It has a nice taste, like a pudding. He gives her another lick and she in turn mouths around his nose hoovering up its sperm.

They edge closer so they are kneeling with their groins tight together, breasts touching, licking and sucking each other’s faces.

Their stockinged thighs rub tantalisingly together. He finds himself grinding his imprisoned genitals up against hers. Somehow, no matter how hard he presses, he cannot get any feeling in his dick. He can feel the metal of her own chastity belt beneath her soft smooth clothes.

He is mouthing hard at her now, as if he is drowning and she can save his life.

He hears her moan and then he hears another longer moan. Is that him?

It doesn’t matter. They are enthralled. Squirming on their knees at the end of their leashes. Kissing and sucking each other’s faces.

The inevitable. Their mouths part join and they are kissing passionately. Their bodies pressed tightly together, squirming with passion.

The tightened leashes will not let them collapse to the carpet to roll around to fuck each other so they are left tormented by their chastity belts and their positions. Lost in lust.

The voice echo in his head from miles away. “Danni.”

It grows louder, more insistent. “Danni, Danni!”

He pulls apart from the object of his lust, his mouth hanging open gasping for air like a fish out of water. His sight is blurred.

“Yes?” he asks with a croak.

Lizzie starts kissing him again and Daniel hears two women laughing. He looks up to see Miss Emerson with her hands on her hips her superior sneer tearing her head in half.

Next to her is attractive short woman, with a sexy mischievous face.

“Darling!” Daniel says rising but swaying on his heels.

His wife purses her lips. “Well, Miss Hodgson to you Danni. But please don’t let me interrupt. I can see you are otherwise engaged.”

Daniel feels Lizzie’s wet lips kissing and sucking at his thighs and groin. “Stop!” he squeals. He backs away but his leash grows taut and by half standing Lizzie can reach him with her blind yearnings.

Daniel raises his thigh to try and push her face away but she licks it voraciously.

“Stop it slut!” He screams.

As if shaken awake Lizzie opens her eyes and stands upright on her own heels. Her eyes are half closed as if drowsy but her lips are pursed and angry. “What’s a matter sissy?” She asks sarcastically.

Daniel nods in the direction of the two women. As the red head turns around her cheeks glow hot red. “Oh,” is all she says. “Erm, sorry.”

Davina folds her arms. She is wearing a neat business suit like the women he saw in the court yard. The skirt is shorter and tighter than he is used to seeing her wear and the heels much higher.

She smiles. “Well Danni what are we going to do with you? Eh?”

End of book one.