‘My wife was one of my trainees. She is an important member of my faculty!’
‘Doesn’t she get jealous?’
‘No. Every single desire she has is fulfilled immediately. She can whip or be whipped whenever she pleases. She submits to me, but she has authority over our staff.’
‘Would I be a member of your staff?’
‘No, not at first. You would be lowlier than that. They would be considerably higher than you in the pecking order. A trainee is the lowest of the low.’
The thought of this made me shift my bare bottom against my seat, reminding me again of my lewd situation.
‘So they could give me orders?’
‘Oh yes.’
‘Let’s talk about safety,’ I suggested, though at that point I was ready to sign my life away. ‘I wouldn’t be obliged to stay if I wanted to leave, would I?’
‘No, of course not. We aren’t criminals. False imprisonment isn’t a turn-on.’
‘Good. And anything I was uncomfortable with?’
‘A no-no. We are in the business of pleasure, Keris. Everyone’s pleasure.’
‘Business? Would I have to pay you?’
‘No. It was a figure of speech. Any more questions? I’ll answer them all.’
‘That’s all I can think of, for now. I’m sure there’ll be more. I’ll email you with them.’
I could no longer tell whether what I was smelling was me or the crab. All I knew was that I wanted an or
gasm, and I wanted it soon.
‘Good,’ purred His Lordship, raising his glass. ‘Here’s to a good decision well made.’
He made me sit, wet and horny as fuck, through dessert, coffee and liqueurs while he outlined some of the different training techniques he might try on me. By the time the bill came, I was bent low over the table, feeling the burn in my cheeks and between my pussy lips. We had to get out of here and find a place, quickly.
I stood and took his arm, already far away in my imagination, getting myself well and truly seen to, but instead of heading for the exit, he walked me over to the kitchen.
‘Madame needs to collect something,’ he said to the gentleman at the serving hatch, and I gasped. I’d forgotten all about them!
‘Ah yes,’ said the kitchen porter, disappearing then returning to hand over, with a mortifying flourish, the stained and damp knickers.
I didn’t look back, hurtling out through the doors like a bullet from a gun.
His Lordship, chuckling at my rear, ordered me to slow down.
‘What’s the hurry?’
‘I never want to go there ever again.’
‘Fine. We won’t.’
I caught a breath, letting the tingly winter cold bring me back to earth. My cunt still wanted some undivided attention. I let His Lordship put his hands on my shoulders and squeeze them, then bend to kiss the spot behind my ear.
‘Where … What next?’ I whispered.
‘I’m going home,’ he said. ‘I’ll drop you off.’