Twenty Tones of Red (23 page)

“
Well, after several more trips to hospital I finally realised that I had to change. I saw the guy next to me die and I realised how much I wanted to be alive. I worked with the doctors and a councillor and figured out a new life.”

“And what is it
?” she asked.

“
Strict! That’s what. I’d always reckoned I had some kind of overactive gland, too much energy you know. So now I start each day with a big run and I keep going until I’m exhausted. Then it’s a healthy breakfast and some classical guitar music.” He shrugged. “I don’t know but there’s something very soothing about Segovia and all that. Then it’s herbal teas and healthy food for the rest of the day. No caffeine, no stimulants, no smoking and no alcohol, not even a drop.”

“D
oes it work?” she asked.

“
Yes, it works really well, but you have to stick to it. Not a single lapse or second of naughtiness.”

She sat back and took a gulp of wine while his last few words ran around
in her head. It seemed that there was something that he’d neglected to mention. “Well, there does seem to be a little bit of naughtiness,” she pointed out with what she hoped was an alluring smile. “I mean, what about the fetish scene? You seem to enjoy that.”

“
Oh yes.” He sat back and grinned. “Yes, you’re right. I do enjoy that. It might sound corny, but…” he lent forward and touched her hand unselfconsciously, “…and I’m going to say this to you because I know you’re really good at the BDSM thing and you totally understand it.” She nodded and he continued. “I reckon what I did was learn to channel my energy. It sounds very new-age and all that but instead of doing substances like a nutter I put all those feelings into my passion for the scene. I guess I’d rather have an orgasm at the end of the night than a heart attack.”

She laughed
and when she fell back in her seat she looked up to see that their waiter was standing at their table holding their next course. He’d obviously heard the last comment and was trying to keep his face as straight and professional as possible. James also noticed him and the man’s discomfort made the two of them laugh even more. By now she was incredibly tipsy and was pleased that although he wasn’t drinking James was able to match her mood and stay connected with her.

Having finished both their life stories they spent the rest of the meal chatting and exchanging stories about some of the funnier things that had happened to them at work. By the time she finished her last glass of wine and looked around they were one of only two remaining tables in the restaurant and it was past midnight. James saw her looking at the time and immediately took care of the bill then led her outside. In an incredibly thoughtful and charming gesture he ushered her into his big car and insisted that he drive her not just to the station but all the way to her brother’s house in Surbiton. It would be more than a two hour round trip for him but he insisted that he enjoyed driving at night and it wouldn’t have it any other way.

She sat back in the big comfy seat and enjoyed the cruise th
rough late-night London. He put on the opera and for the first time she felt that she really understood him. Although he drove quickly he accelerated smoothly and always stopped to let other drivers out. It made for a relaxing journey and for most of it she drifted into a blissful trance-like state.

When they
pulled to a stop outside Sean and Cathy’s house she reached over and kissed him on the cheek then slipped out of the car and tottered tipsily up the path. When she’d closed the door behind her she heard the big engine throb and drive away then stood for a while in the darkness of the hallway savouring her feelings of elation. She knew that she wanted to be with that man again and she wanted to be with him very soon.

Later, when she lay in the soft warmth of her bed, she started to fantasise about his body. She now knew that the impressive shape and width of his shoulders was due to his work hammering pegs into the ground as a teenager. His legs were not strong and muscular because he was a self-pampering gym bunny but because he’d spent years cycling at speed around the West End. He was clearly extremely streetwise and as she thought about his interactions with the local characters in the Camden pub she remembered the obvious respect they showed and the commanding way he dominated the space around him. She allowed the naughtiest part of her mind to use his strength and confidence as a starting point then exaggerated them until he became an incredibly strict and lustful master. She then visualised them in the restaurant together and allowed her imagination to run wild.

First he grabs her quite roughly and starts to kiss her in front of all the other diners. Pinning her wrists behind her back he undresses her, urgently ripping off her clothes and underwear to leave her in nothing but stockings and shoes. Now that she’s naked he summons over the waiter who arrives with a silver tray laden with coils of hemp rope. Working quickly and expertly he ties her hands behind her back then binds her shoulders and breasts with tight cords. Throwing a loop over a high beam he catches it, twists it around her thighs and ankles then threads it through the braids that encircle her chest. In a series of quick yanks he pulls her off the ground and up into the air. Now totally helpless and vulnerable she is swinging half-naked above the restaurant’s central table.

Sitting back to take a bit
e of his meal he orders the waiter to bring a range of implements from the kitchen. She sees a series of ladles and spatulas set out on the clean white linen below her and knows that there is sweet pain to come. While he eats James beckons his fellow diners over to give her a beating. They accept and stand in line waiting their turn. A man and his wife move up behind her and start whacking at her backside and inner thighs. She screams and wriggles but this only sets her wrapped-tight body swinging backwards and forwards more vigorously. The blows keep raining down as James watches with an approving eye.

Next she notic
es that his flies are open his cock is out. It’s a huge shiny throbbing prince of a phallus and he sits back arrogantly still chewing on his food with the impressive erection sticking high out of his trousers. With the other diners still beating her he loosens the loop around the beam and she starts dropping. By gently feeding the rope through his fingers he lowers her until she is just inches above his crotch.

There is no
need for any instructions. She’s an eager obedient slut who can’t wait to open her mouth and reach for his twitching prick. She can’t quite get to it and with the stinging blows still landing on her buttocks she sticks out her tongue and manages to get a brief lick of the clear liquid oozing from the tip. Her master seems keen to humiliate her further and reaching out with hooked fingers he rams them into her nostrils and pulls her nearer by the nose. Now close enough to reach him she wraps her lips around his cock and licks and sucks with all her heart.

He lowers the rope another f
ew inches and the full length of him presses deeper inside her mouth. As she sucks she sees him gesture to one of the men behind her and invites him to enjoy her. Strong hands push her thighs apart then a cock is rammed hard into her dripping cunt. She can’t see who it is but one of the diners is fucking her from behind in fast deep thrusts.

Her pants and moans are muffled by James’s
prick and to torment her further he lets out another couple of inches of rope and she’s dropped even lower onto him. She’s soaked at both ends; drool and saliva running down her chin and all over her master’s crotch while her own juices drip from her pussy onto the pristine linen below.

In the real world she let out a moan and shuddered to a joyous orgasm. Her hand had slipped down between her legs early in the scene and she had been rubbing herself in increasingly rapid motions. Remembering her brother and sister-in-law in the room next door she stifled her groans of pleasure and rolled onto her side. With a big smile on her face she sank back onto the mattress then blissful warm sleep embraced her and she floated into peace.

James was still on her mind when she woke and she was delighted to get a text just after breakfast saying what a brilliant time he’d had and offering to take her out again. She sent a jokey reply telling him that she’d think about it, and perhaps if she wasn’t washing her hair she might find a spare evening for him. He replied that he was extremely grateful for any moments that she could spare then insisted once again that she choose the venue and the time. For no particular reason other than to draw out the excitement and anticipation she chose the coming Thursday and told him that she would update him when she’d chosen the restaurant.

When she’d picked another well known central London eatery he duly obliged by booking a table and they began what they were both happy to call their ‘courtship’. For several weeks they spent many magical evenings together eating the best food that the city had to offer and talking about every subject under the sun. It seemed important to both of them that they spend time doing normal chaste things together even though they both knew it was all the wrong way round. They’d already spent an intensely erotic weekend together and now they were doing the dinner and ‘getting to know you’ chat. It was odd but they really had no choice.

The
weeks they spent dining and flirting were magical, charming and almost dreamlike in their perfection. She was totally spoilt and treated with total respect. He insisted on paying for everything and then driving her all the way home to her brother’s house every night. It was a life of laughter and delightful pampering but she knew that something had to change.

After several large gla
sses of wine in an eye-wateringly expensive Japanese restaurant she decided to broach the subject of their love life. They knew that there was an extremely strong attraction between them but they’d got stuck. They needed to find a way to re-introduce the sex but it now felt a bit odd. She decided that she had the upper hand because he didn’t drink and that meant that she had the advantage of the courage that several glasses of wine could bring. When they’d finished their sushi and she was feeling tipsy she broached the subject in the most imaginative way she could think of.

“I
magine there was a couple who were into the BDSM scene who had already spent a weekend as master and slave.” she asked him.

A
sparkle danced in his eyes as he nodded. “Yes, I can imagine that.”

“
Okay. Now imagine that they wanted to start some kind of intimate relations again.”

He raised his eyebrow
s and cracked a sexy grin. “Yes, I can imagine that no problem.”

She took a gulp of wine and continued
. “So how do you think this couple should go about doing things?

He nodd
ed then stroked his chin. “I see. Well, I think they need to find a kind of balance. A kind of neutral place to start again. So how about they switch things to make it more equal? Why doesn’t the slave become a boss for exactly the same amount of time?”

“For a
weekend?” she checked.

“
Yes, exactly.”

She sat back and consid
ered what he’d offered. She’d never really spent much time thinking about dominating a man but in his case it seemed extremely enticing and the more she thought about it the more interested she got. Leaning forward she span one of her chop sticks on its ceramic holder and eyed him in what she hoped was a very provocative way from under a curl of hair.

“So when
should these two people do this thing?”

H
e pursed his lips. “Well, I think that the man is free this weekend.”

S
he sat back in her chair and folded her hands in her lap. “Yes I think the woman in question might be free this weekend too. I’m not sure where this couple could do these things though, because the lady’s brother and sister-in-law are incredibly traditional and would be shocked to find that sort of hanky-panky going on in their detached house in Surbiton.”

“
Yes, well, she might have to come and stay in his house in Chiswick.”

She started to smile. She knew that he lived in what he described as a
‘posh’ house in West London and was very keen to see it. If it was anything like his place in the country it would be quite special. She agreed and they made the detailed plans right there and then. The next day was Friday and for the first time they would have a meal at his home. He was to pick her up from work then take her to his house and from the moment the door closed he was to do everything she said without a moment’s hesitation. He met her eye and very seriously and soberly nodded his head as he made the commitment. “Yes I’ll do that. It’s only fair. I had my turn and now it’s yours.” There was something very erotic about the way he was offering himself to her and she made a mental note to spend as much time as possible in the next twenty four hours thinking about what she would do with him.

How do you dominate a man? It was an intriguing question and she would’ve liked a few weeks to mull over the possibilities and seek out some of the saucier online resources. The reality was she only had twenty four hours and this meant she had to work fast. She did as much as she could to postpone her work obligations so that while she was sitting at her desk in the office she could scribble down ideas and think about what she was going to do to James. In the end she kept things fairly simple and after a brief trip to an Ann Summers shop to buy a few basics decided that she was ready. She had a rough plan and the rest would have to be improvised.