Chapter 2
Ann Walden, who should by now have been on her way back to New York, with a portfolio full of what was happening in the fashion world in Europe, at least as it related to shoes, was instead in a cheap room in Golders Green, in London, and she feared for her life. It had been an ordinary trip, and she had gotten all that she had hoped for, and more, but then, on what was to be her last day in Paris, disaster had struck, and at this point she hoped that she could make it home.
She had finished her business in Paris, and she had been wandering around, and she had found herself on the He de la Cite, at Notre Dame, and she had wandered around outside looking at the river, and watching the men fishing. She had been hot, as she always was, for she had a very strong sex drive, and she had been looking for a man. She was into everything, but she was feeling aggressive that day, and she knew that she wanted a male slave, to lick her feet and her ass-hole and her cunt. She spoke French well enough to get along.
She had gone to the Champs Elysee, down from the Arc de Triomphe, and had wandered around the stores, and she had found herself in a bookstore, and there she had noticed the man eying her. He was dressed handsomely, and had spoken to her in English when she spoke in French, since her grammar was good but her accent was bad. That pissed her off, but then he was good-looking and she invited him back to her hotel. He came with her readily, and when they were in her room he had started to kiss her, but she had pushed him away and offered him her shoe to kiss.
He had gone along with it for a while, but then she had only managed to get him to serve her by promising that the next time that they met she would let him fuck her. He was hot for her, and said that he wanted her to stay with him for a few days before she returned for the States. Well, it had gone well, and she had spanked him and had him suck her off, but something had bothered her when he left, for she sensed that he was pissed off at what she had made him do, and that he wanted to get his own back when they fucked that night. Well, she had not gone to see him, and had stupidly stayed in her room that night.
He had come to her room, with a tough looking Corsican driver, and had said, of course at that point in a nice enough way, that he had come to take her to his house in the country. She had said that she had to pack, and had taken a suitcase into the bathroom, while thanking her lucky stars that she was only one story above the ground.
She had slipped out the bathroom window but they had heard her, and it had been a wild time in Paris, with her in a taxi and the two of them in a Mercedes 280SL, careening all over the place. She had finally taken the driver into her confidence, and had promised him a fuck if he helped her. He had shaken them, but he said that the man, whom she had known only as Jean, was very powerful, and that France would not be safe for her. They had fucked all night, and in the morning the driver, who was called Roland, had put her in the back of a truck, behind some barrels, and had said that she would be taken to Le Havre, where she could get to England.
She had made it there, but there had been men who spotted her, and she had managed barely to get across the channel, and she sat in her room in London, and she shivered with fear. She did not know what she would do, but then she thought that she would stay in London for a while, to see if anyone seemed to be after her, and then if things seemed to be all right she would go home. She did not dare to call the police, since then she would have to explain why Jean had gotten so irritated with her in the first place, and she did not want to get in touch with Sofie in New York, since she was afraid that if she were being watched they would follow her to New York. The impression of Jean that she had from meeting him and also from talking to Roland was that he was so rich that he was not used to losing, and that it was a matter of honor with him to find her and fuck her until he was satisfied.
She grew tired of sitting around her room, and she hopped on the underground, which was elevated where she was, and she rode the Northern line, black on the map, through
Camden Town, change, and wandered around. She ended up in Soho, where she ate at a cheap Indian restaurant, and walked around past the strip-show barkers. Then she noticed a slim man, who was dressed very well, coming out of one of the strip-joints. He eyed her, but then he looked away, and she sensed that he was embarrassed. He stood on the corner, and she saw that he was going to hail a cab, and al! at once she decided to pick him up, if she could, since he looked as if he might be able to help her.
"I wonder if you could tell me how I might find the house where John Keats lived," she said, realizing that she had no idea why she had said that, but knowing that she had better take it slow with this one.
He looked at her with surprise, and said "Why it is in Hampstead, on the edge of Golders Green. You are American, I take it?"
"Yes, I work for a shoe company in New York, and I've been in France, checking out the fall lines, and I thought that I would stop in London for a few days, just to unwind, and see a few sights." He looked at her sharply, for her voice was shaking and he could tell that she was tense and under some sort of strain.
"Pardon me, I should have introduced myself. Basil Symes." He held out his hand.
"Ann Warren," she said, and they smiled at each other, and she could tell that he was hot for her from the way that he looked at her, and she could also tell that he was shy, or perhaps reserved. He looked at her, and she knew that he wanted to ask her to come with him, but that he did not know how to go about it.
"It is a lovely day, isn't it," she said. "I was thinking of going to St. James park, lying around in the grass, and watching the sun glinting off the Houses of Parliament. Care to join me?"
"Why not come to my flat, where we can pack some wine and so on, and then go to the park?" he said, and then he blushed, and she knew that she had him.
"Why not?" she said, and she hooked her arm through his, and she sat close to him in the cab, and she played with his hard cock through his pants. They went to Grosvenor Square, and she knew that he had money, and the flat was huge, and a butler brought them drinks, and then he excused himself for a minute, and she wandered around looking at the books. In one corner of the room she found a locked cabinet, with a glass front, and she could see that the books in it were well-thumbed, and she glanced at them through the glass, and saw that one title was "Mistress Angela and the Naughty Schoolboys." She knew then what he liked, and when he came back he was bent over in an effort to conceal his erection. She decided to take charge of the situation.
"I see that you are excited, like the naughty boy that you are," she said, and he blushed, and his eyes dropped to her shoes, and she knew that she had him.
"Yes mistress, I am a naughty boy, and I need to be punished," he said, slipping right into the role that she had known that he wanted. She smiled cruelly at him, and she ordered him to get down on his knees, and to begin licking her shoes. She was glad that she had been wearing sandals, and she flexed her toes as he licked them through her stockings. He was moaning with lust as he licked her, and she could tell that he loved the taste and the smell of her feet. She felt herself getting hotter than hell, and suddenly she realized that she had not had any sex since the whole mess had started and she knew that she needed it now.
"Strip, slave, and take what I give you," she said, and she felt her hot cunt getting even hotter as he knelt, naked, before her, facing away from her, his ass ready to be hit. She had found a riding crop in the room, and she raised it, wishing for a moment that she were wearing boots. She brought the crop down hard on the waiting ass of her slave, and he took the blow without flinching, and he moaned not with pain but with pleasure, and she knew that he was a true devotee of the lash.
She hit him hard, again and again, and his cock stayed hard as a rock, and she loved the sound of the crop as it swished through the air and smacked against his naked flesh. Soon his ass was red and burning, and then she had him turn around, and she gave him ten strokes across his nipples, and he moaned with pain then, since she was hitting him very hard. The butler had discreetly vanished, and they were alone, and she was hotter than a cat in heat from the punishment that she was giving him, and she knew that she would have him come for her, and that then she would tie him up and ride his face for a long time.
"Does my naughty little boy have a hard cock? Is he excited by the sight of his mistress? I know that he spends a lot of time playing with his cock, all the time, and that he thinks nasty thoughts. Very well, you nasty little shit, play with it, and jerk it off onto my bare toes, and then you shall lick it up, and begin the next phase of your training."
He moaned with lust as she took off her shoes and her stockings, and he started to play with his cock, and it was wet and dripping in a matter of seconds, and she knew that it would not be long before he came all over her foot.
She watched him with parted lips and hard tits.
"Harder slave, jerk it harder, cream on my toes, hurry up." He moaned loudly when she said that, and beads of sweat stood out on his brow, and he grunted with the effort of his masturbation. Harder and harder he flogged his cock, and then it started to swell, and she knew that he was about to shoot all over her outstretched, pretty foot. She watched with delight as his hand flew along the wet shaft of his dick, and then he groaned, and he tensed, and then the first burst of sticky come rained out of his cock, and all over her foot.
She loved the feel of the warm come as it splattered all over her foot, and she watched him as he rubbed the head of his cock against her foot as he came. When he was done he licked her foot clean, and she saw with delight that his cock was still hard, and she knew that it had been a while since he had had the kind of sex that she and he both knew that he needed, and needed badly.
She had found some rope, too. And she tied him to a low couch that stood against one wall of the room in which they were, and she looked down at him and grinned.
"All right, you little worm, I am going to let you suck my cunt, and you had better do a good job of it, or I will thrash you so soundly that you will be in bed for weeks. Do it hard, and do it well, you subhuman vile boy."
Having said that she swung herself up on the couch, and she sat down hard on his face, and he moaned with lust when she did that, and started to suck her off. His tongue probed stiffly like a small cock in and out of the wet hole of her cunt, and she could not help but moan with pleasure at the way that that felt. He did it to her like that for a while, and she felt her cunt opening, getting wetter and hotter. Then she shifted her hips so that he would only be able to lick her ass-hole and she settled down hard against his face so that he could hardly breathe. But he liked the gamy taste of her ass-hole, and he was thinking, as he tasted it, of how Churchill had liked to smoke cigars that had been lit once and had gone out, since he liked the gamy taste. But this gamy taste, he thought, was better, and he lost himself in the heaven that was the rimming that he was giving to this hot American mistress.
She let him lick her ass-hole for a long time, and then she played with her hard clit while he did that, and she knew that she was close to coming. She took a long time, but she knew that she would come soon, and that it would be good and satisfying.
"All right slave, you are now to have the pleasure of sucking the clit of your mistress, and I want you to do a good job of it, or it will go hard with you." And having said these words she moved her ripe ass so that her throbbing nub of love was right at his mouth, and he took it in between his lips, and he sucked on it, and he felt it pulsing with passion, and both of them knew that it would not be long now.
His cock was hard as a rock, and he longed to play with it, and he thought of what it would be like if she would fuck him while he was tied up, if she would ride up and down the stiff shaft of his cock, faster and harder than he could stand, so that he would come for a second time, filling her cunt with his cream.
She started to moan as her climax drew near, and she clamped her hands over both breasts, and she rubbed them hard, and she was writhing against his face, moving hard that he had difficulty keeping his mouth on her clit. She sighed and gasped and moved even harder, and then it hit her, and he hung on for dear life.
"Suck it slave, suck it harder, oooo, shit you little worm, suck it for mama, mmmmmm, baby, suck me off harder you slut, you little worm, do it to me. Aaaaaah. Mmmmmmm Suck it, do it, oh shit fuck piss, suck it off."
Then she simply moaned loudly with lust, and she shook as if she were sick, and he loved the juices that had flowed, and were flowing from her, covering his face with her scent. He wondered if she would stay with him for a while, but he knew that she had to get back to New York, and he was content to take the pleasure that she was giving him. Finally she had had enough, and she was very sensitive, since she had just come, and she stepped off him, and stood beside the couch to which he was tied, and she smiled down at the slave who had done such a good job of sucking her off.
"Your mouth is covered with my juices, slave. Well, you have pleasured me well, but I see that your cock is hard, and I did not give you permission to get an erection while you sucked me. I think that I shall have to punish your cock." She felt her cunt getting even hotter, and she knew that she would whip his cock until he came from the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain that he would feel. She had found a small whip of soft leather along with the other whip and the ropes, and she raised it up and she let it flick across the swollen head of his cock. He moaned with lust as she did that, and both of them knew that he would come soon.
She loved the way that his cock was getting red and sore from the blows that she was inflicting on it, and she moaned with lust and she knew that she would have him suck her more, for the rest of the day, until his mouth was too tired to do anymore. She knew too that the following day she would confide in him, and she was sure that he could help her get back to New York, and that he could do it in such a way that she would not have anything to fear from Jean.
But having thought these thoughts she grew completely absorbed in the whipping that she was giving to his cock, and she could tell from the sounds that he was making that it was mostly pleasure that he was feeling from the whipping that she was giving him. She hit him harder and harder, and she loved the fact that he would not complain but simply took that pain that she was giving him, took it and liked it. She loved to see a slave come from a whipping, and she knew that it would not be long now, and she picked up the pace with which she was hitting his cock, while keeping the force of her blows the same as before. He was writhing with passion against the ropes that held him to the couch, and she loved the pleasure that he was deriving from the torture that she was inflicting on him.
He began to grunt and to moan and to writhe, and both of then knew that it would not be long now, would not be long before he shot. Then his cock swelled, and as she hit him he gave out a long and drawn-out moan, and then he was shooting, and the come went all over his belly and the whip that she was using. After he had done she made him lick the whip clean, and she saw that his cock was going down, and she knew that she needed him to suck her some more.
She tied him down even more tightly, and she pinched his balls, just for good measure, and once again she settled down against his face, and he started sucking her, but he hurt, and now that his cock was not hard the pain was too much, so he could not do a good job of sucking her off. She sensed that, and she released him and told him that she required some food and drink, and that he was to order them, and to take a shower, since he was sweaty and she did not like the way that he smelled. And she told him that his training was not over, but that it would resume in an hour or so, and that he would have to take the heels of her shoes up his ass before the evening was out. He left the room to call the butler.
She was very aroused as she sat and waited for her food, and she toyed a little with her wet cunt, and she rubbed her tits, and she could hardly wait to violate his ass-hole. She knew that he would like that, and that he was a true submissive, and she thought that if he lived in New York she would see a lot of him, but as it was she was not going to stay in London.
The butler entered, and brought her a good meal and some wine, and she ate slowly, and she waited for her slave to return. He came back in a robe and she could tell that he was naked underneath it, and as he looked at her his cock started to swell, and she knew that she would make him come once more before she was done.
"Well, you little boy, I see that you are all excited again. Take off your robe and let me see that cock that you are always touching when you know that you are not supposed to do that. Come on, or I shall whip you right now "
The robe dropped to the floor, and he kept his eyes downcast, and she felt her cunt getting wetter and hotter as she looked at his cock. It was sore and red from the whipping that she had given it, but it was also starting to drip, and all at once she knew that she wanted it in her, and she resolved to fuck him.
"On your back on the floor slave," she said, and he lay down, and she tied his hands together over his head, and tied his feet together, and then she spent some time biting his nipples. All the while that she did this his cock was hard as a rock, and he moaned often, mostly from the pleasure that he was getting from being abused. She could hardly wait to sit down on his cock, and she was going to whip him a little first, but she was so hot that she could not wait, and he moaned with delight as he saw her getting ready to sit down on his dick. It was a decent size, she thought, although it was nothing special, but at least she knew that she would be able to feel it when she took it up inside her. She sank down on it and she groaned with lust as it went into her soft hot twat, and she sank down so that it was all the way up in her, and she sat like that, not moving, for a couple of minutes. Then she started to fuck her slave, and he was tied so that she could hardly move, and she liked it that way, liked the fact that she was in control, and that he was so passive. She put a finger on her hard clit, and she rubbed it as she rode up and down on the hard slick shaft of the dick that was in her.
She came soon from the feel of the cock that was in her and from the feel of her finger on her clit, and then she came again and again, fucking the slave. He moaned from time to time, mostly with pleasure. But some of the moans were sounds of pain, for from time to time Ann would reach down and pinch his balls, and that hurt, but she loved the pain that she was causing him, and so she kept on hurting him.
She wanted him to come though, and so, when she was weak from all of the orgasms that she had had, she got down and blew him, which surprised him, but then she was not totally dominant, not as dominant as Sofie, her boss.
When he had come in her mouth, and she had spit it out onto his belly, she let him go, and they both went to bed, she in the guest room, and it was late the following morning when they got down to talking some more.
She told him her story then, and he was shocked, and said that he had heard of Jean, and that he was a business man, but that he had some very shady connections, and that she would not be safe until she was on the plane for New York. He suggested that she stay with him for a few days, and that he would make arrangements for her to be driven to Scotland, and that she could fly to New York from Glasgow, since that would throw them off the track.
She was happy, and said that she would punish him again before she left. He was glad to have found her, and then he went out, and was gone for the rest of the day, since although he was wealthy he had affairs to attend to. She spent the day sitting around and reading, and she knew that she had a chance now, since the meeting with Basil had taken place purely by chance, and there was no way that the men who were looking for her could link her with him. The only problem was getting out of London, but Basil had said that she would be in a car, nondescript and well-driven, that would leave London in the night, so that it would be a couple of hundred miles north before day broke. And he said that he would obtain a wig for her, so that her chances of being recognized through the windows of the car were small.
She grew bored during the next few days, for not only was Basil busy, he was so drained from the session that he had had that he could not get it up for a while. But they both knew that they would have one more go at it, as he would put it, before she left, and she was looking forward to that.
She found that she was starting to think once again about business, and she dragged out her huge portfolio of shoe designs that she had collected, and she poured over them, and she knew that if she could get back in tune to New York she would have some good ideas for the firm. But she was tense, and she was worried that somehow, even though she knew that all the odds were against it, Jean or his men would find out where she was, and then she did not know what would happen to her.
Perhaps she would be a slave to Jean, for many years, until the people who knew her had stopped looking for her, and then she would die, alone and whipped each night. She actually grew afraid as she thought these things, and she felt so scared that she was broken down and sobbing before she knew what she was doing. But then she reflected that at least she had a fighting chance, and that was good, and so she managed to cheer herself up.
When Basil came home that night he said that all was set for her to leave on the following night, and that therefore they would have their final orgy that very evening. And he unwrapped a gift that he had bought for her, a pair of high boots that he had had custom-fitted to her, and a matching set of bra and panties. The leather was soft and of the highest quality, and she loved the way that her new possessions felt, and she knew that she would wear them as she punished her slave that night.
Before getting down to the business at hand they dined, and Ann felt warm and tender toward the man whom she was going to whip, and she felt so mellow that she kissed him a couple of times, but she could tell that, although he was touched, that did not turn him on nearly as much as bending before her, and she knew that he would do a lot of that before the night was out. They finished eating, and then she went off to change, and he waited in the room where he had been punished the first time, and his cock was hard and throbbing as he thought of how she would whip him of the sound that the instrument would make as it swished through the air before hitting his aching flesh. He was so hot that he knew he could come twice that night, and he would do anything, he thought, anything at all for this hot bitch who knew what he needed, who understood his need to be abased, to bend and taste the sting of the whip.
She entered, wearing the things he had given her, and he fell to his knees.