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Nine Lives – Book One; Kaitlin By Kim Knight

The future: She felt the crop slice her buttocks and wondered – not for the first time – how she had come to be here. Another blow landed across her quivering flesh. Another and another ... and still she wondered. The next blow drew a tiny gasp and a sigh. The blows continued, her gasps becoming louder as her wondering continued. How had it happened? How could she have fallen so far? Eventually her senses were lost beneath the sudden explosion of orgasm. Muffled by the rush of blood in her ears, she heard the crowd – the forgotten crowd. Slowly she opened her eyelids, wet with tears, and surveyed their rapture as they cheered and applauded. But it wasn’t just the man, who stood with crop hanging by his side, who drew their adoration – but her as well. She hung her head in the proper manner and through her tear-misted vision she saw the dark stain on the floor – the stain of her spent arousal, splashed some three feet away. Such was the power of her climax, such was the power of her Master and such was the desire of the crowd to watch her do it. How had she fallen so far?

Prologue: ‘You are a corruption on everything we have tried to be,’ he told the taller man. But for all his conviction, his voice still trembled with fear. ‘Is that so?’ The taller man looked around the room at their peers, his eyebrows raised. When no one spoke he turned back, ‘It seems that no one else shares your opinion.’ As he spoke, he twirled a silver ring around his finger, rubbing the edge over a small scar gained in childhood. It was a common action, one he rarely noticed himself doing. ‘That’s because they’re all too scared to say anything,’ he glared at the men that surrounded them, men he had known for years. ‘You’re all cowards.’ At least a few of them had the decency to look embarrassed, the others just looked angry. He resigned himself to his fate with a sigh and glared at the taller man. Squaring his shoulders, he lifted his chin and walked to the door. As he neared it, someone grabbed his arm. He stopped but didn’t look at the man who he had once called a friend. ‘For God’s sake,’ the man hissed, his fingers gripping even tighter, ‘You’ve made your point, now apologise and let’s enjoy ourselves.’ He kept his eyes ahead, ‘You have all made your choice, now I must make mine.’ ‘If you leave, there’s no coming back – that was the rule you made.’ He nodded and pulled his arm away, ‘Goodbye.’ Behind him the taller man beckoned another and then leant towards him to whisper, ‘See to it that he can’t ever come back. Do it quietly and no witnesses.’ The man nodded and a few moments later followed the first out of the room. When the door had closed, the tall man smiled at the crowd, his eyes glinting, ‘Let us put such things behind us. We shall all miss George, he was a founder member of the club after all. But he has made his choice and I hope he will find his desires met elsewhere.’ The crowd nodded, mumbling amongst themselves. ‘For us, though, we have the evening to enjoy!’ A door behind him opened and twelve naked women were led into the room. The crowd murmured their approval as they turned hungry eyes on the women. The man beckoned the first woman who walked over and knelt in front of him, head bowed. ‘Name.’ ‘Mira, sir.’ ‘And what will you do for me ... Mira?’ ‘Anything you want, Master ... anything you desire.’ He held his hand out to receive the handle of a thin crop. He traced the leather over her breasts and then walked round, making her shiver as the crop ran across her shoulder blades. The sharp snap was followed by an intake of breath as the crop sliced her lower back, just above the arch of her buttocks. He moved to the front and put the end of the crop under her chin, lifting her head and turning it to the side. From the corner of her eye she saw the crop slice round and held her breath a moment before the crop found her breasts. The soft flesh sank beneath the leather, quickly reforming as the crop was pulled back. A line of white appeared upon her skin, quickly turning red and then purple as beads of blood appeared beneath the surface. He noticed the tears appear in the corners of her eyes and a pleasurable quiver ran along his arm as he lifted the crop again. He paused when she held her breath and then, just at that moment when she breathed out, he lashed the crop across her breasts. A tiny cry escaped her but a small smile played over her lips as she looked up at him. ‘Thank you, Master,’ she whispered. ‘You thank me now?’

‘I thank you for what is to come, Master.’ He bent the crop between his hands and then ordered her onto her hands and knees. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of her smooth, unmarked buttocks that quivered expectantly. Then he let loose with the crop, turning his body as he struck and making her cry out as it sliced centrally across her mounds. Her head flew back, her eyes screwed tightly shut as a ripple of dark desire ran down her spine. Further lashes found her skin, barely inches apart. Each one making her cry out, each one sending more juice sliding down her gorgeous thighs. Eventually, breathless with desire, he shed his lower clothes and knelt behind her. His palms slapped against her ruined buttocks, pushing them apart to reveal the soaking entrance below. He slid easily into her and rode her firmly, making her climax twice before he shot his seed deep inside. Grunting with satisfaction, he pulled back and dressed before nodding at the other men. ‘And that, gentleman, is what any woman who chooses to enter the Master’s Club should expect.’ The men smiled their appreciation and moved towards the other slaves, ready to take what was rightfully theirs. The first slave stayed where she was, buttocks and pussy presented to whoever might want to use them. Plenty would before the night was out.

Chapter One: ‘You think you’re some sort of hard-ass, eh?’ the youth spat, his breath stinking of cheap cider and whatever shit he had been smoking. He swung his fist wildly, too drunk and stoned to aim properly or put any power behind it. She caught his fist easily, spun his arm behind his back and kicked his legs out from under him. He slammed to the pavement, cursing wildly. She twisted his arm a little more, the pain made its way through the stupor and he gave a high-pitched scream. She was vaguely aware of the youth’s girlfriend swearing at her and shouting hollow threats. She wasn’t bothered – her colleague would deal with her. She put her knee in the small of the youth’s back and yanked his other hand behind his back, slipping the handcuffs around his wrists. Once cuffed the fight seemed to go out of him and she hauled him to his feet. He managed to focus on her and hissed, ‘Fucking dyke.’ A moment later he tripped over something and slammed into the side of the van, face first. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘and watch your head.’ Once he was secured in the back of the van, DS Kaitlin Anderson turned to her partner and the girlfriend who was still cursing as she was propelled towards the van. She helped her inside and then lifted her hand to blow the young woman a kiss before slamming the door on the renewed tirade of swearing and insults. ‘Are you following us to the station?’ Kaitlin looked over at the PC and shook her head, ‘We have to make a meet. We were just passing and stopped to help.’ ‘We’ll need your statements.’ She eyed him coldly and he dipped his head in embarrassment as she said, ‘I think I remember the drill.’ ‘Yeah ... of course.’ He turned quickly to the van as his colleague sniggered and moved to the passenger seat. ‘Thanks for that, Anderson,’ DC Parker said as he rubbed his neck, ‘I’d forgotten how much I missed dealing with shit like that.’ ‘I suppose you would have driven straight past.’ ‘Might have,’ Parker replied although they both knew the truth. They walked back to their car as he added, ‘You only stopped because you could see the opportunity for a scrap.’ She smiled over the car as she opened the door and then re-tied her light blonde hair into a ponytail that stretched down to the middle of her back, ‘I’m that obvious am I?’ Parker watched her as she adjusted her hair and smiled back, ‘Guess that kid was right – you do think you’re a hard ass.’ Kaitlin laughed and slipped into the car before responding, ‘I don’t think I’m a hard ass.’ She flicked the key and the engine roared into life. Ten minutes later and they were pulling into a pub car park. A young man, dressed in filthy jeans and shirt nodded towards the garden at the back of the building. The ‘pub garden’ was more of a grotty patio and the only green to be seen was on the rotting wood of the ancient picnic tables. The young man sat on the edge of the table, unconcerned by the way the wood creaked under his weight. He lifted his feet onto the seat and lit a cigarette as he watched the two CID officers approach. They stood in front of him for several moments before Kaitlin eventually sighed, ‘You were the one who asked for the meeting, Lucas.’

He puffed on the cigarette, ‘Yeah, guess I did.’ As he lifted the cigarette to his lips again, Kaitlin snatched it from his fingers. ‘Hey!’ She tossed it into the bushes and watched it smoulder for a moment before turning her cold gaze back on him, ‘What do you want?’ He reached into his pocket for his cigarettes but the look from the DS stopped him. ‘I got news on where Collins is.’ ‘And?’ Lucas seemed genuinely shocked, ‘Collins ... Martin Collins ... big time arsehole that you have been after for over a year.’ ‘I know who you’re talking about. I want to know what good it does me to know where he is. Unless he’s got something on him, which he never has, what good is your information?’ He looked to Parker for help but seeing nothing but a blank stare, he turned back to Kaitlin. ‘I heard that he’s doing a deal ... so he should have some shit on him, right?’ ‘He’s doing the deal now?’ ‘Nah, later on ... but he’s going straight there.’ ‘And who did you hear this from?’ ‘Redman mentioned it.’ ‘Collin’s bodyguard? So he just happened to mention his boss’s schedule to you, did he?’ Lucas shook his head, ‘Course not – me sister is shagging him, aint she?’ Kaitlin and Parker exchanged glances – both knew that ‘pillow-talk’ was, despite popular belief, frequently unreliable. ‘Alright then,’ she turned back to the younger man, ‘Where is Collins?’ ‘He’s with his Mistress.’ Parker snorted as Kaitlin raised her eyebrows, ‘Nice try, but Collins isn’t even married.’ He raised his hands, ‘Hey, that’s what I heard.’ ‘Well, Lucas, your information isn’t worth shit.’ Parker announced and turned to leave, Kaitlin followed him. ‘Oak Street!’ Lucas called after them, ‘His mistress lives on Oak Street over near the ring-road.’ Kaitlin frowned as the name triggered something in her memory. She waved for Parker to deal with the informant while she walked back to the car, pulling her phone out of her pocket. At twenty-eight, Kaitlin was in her prime and happy to be there. Five-feet ten, she worked hard to be athletic and strong. Light haired, with sharp, angular looks, she drew second glances from the lunchtime drinkers in the pub. She didn’t ignore them, she didn’t even notice. She flipped the phone open and called the office. When Parker appeared at her side a few minutes later, he raised questioning eyebrows. She slipped the phone into her pocket and nodded, ‘As I thought, there was a mention of Oak Street in Collins’ file. Remember when we tailed him for a while last year?’ ‘Before we got called off by the powers that be?’ She smiled at his tone, ‘Yeah, he was seen several times at an address on Oak Street.’ ‘Have we got just cause?’ She was thoughtful for a moment, ‘If he has got a meeting later then he will have stuff on him ... we won’t get a better chance.’

Parker pulled his phone from his pocket, ‘How long 'til we get to Oak?’ ‘Fifteen minutes ... maybe twenty.’ ‘I’ll call the boss and see what we can do.’ *** The ribbed leather of the crop lifted his penis, the flesh instantly hardening in response. He groaned, lifting his head to watch as the crop slid across the sensitive flesh. He was lying spread-eagled in the frame, the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles. The tip of the crop dipped lower, stroking his bollocks and making him gasp. A sharp tap with the crop on the tip of his penis made him gasp, a smile creasing his lips. Another blow, this one harder, a warning to curb his enjoyment. The crop tapped its way up his chest, making his skin quiver as it moved to each of his nipples in turn. He closed his eyes, quivering under the feel of the leather. He breathed deeply, inhaling his Mistress’ sent as she stepped over his head, her musky pussy hovering just above him. A sharp tap on his cock again and he strained to lift his head, stretching his tongue to flick across the shining triangle of her clitoris. He was rewarded with a small sigh and he flicked his tongue again, sliding the tip between the groove of her sex. She quivered and lowered herself a little to make it easier for him to reach her sex. He worked as best he could, ignoring the needles of pain in his neck as he strained to pleasure her. ‘Very good ...’ she sighed, tapping his cock harshly and making him buck against the bonds, ‘... you know how to pleasure your Mistress.’ He continued to lick and suck at her flesh, his own arousal growing with hers. Suddenly her pussy was gone and he licked his lips, savouring her taste. ‘I would have liked to have beaten your arse today,’ his Mistress announced as she moved between his spread legs, ‘You have upset me by offering me such a short visit.’ ‘I’m sorry, Mistress,’ he said quickly, ‘My wish would be to honour you for longer but -’ The crop snapped down painfully on his cock and he gasped loudly, ‘Bite your fucking tongue.’ Another blow made his cock quiver and his gasp was followed by a groan of arousal. Suddenly her fingers closed around his cock and slid along the sheath, sliding his skin back to reveal the veins beneath. She stroked the exposed flesh with the crop and he quivered with delight. ‘You will return tomorrow, understood?’ ‘Yes, Mistress.’ Her fingers slid back and forth, quickly teasing him to the point of climax but holding him back as only she could. ‘Tomorrow I shall punish your arse and then put you in the cage where you will contemplate how to make me feel better.’ ‘I will, Mistress, I promise,’ he told her through gritted teeth. ‘You want to come?’ ‘Yes, Mistress ... please.’ The crop stroked his bollocks before it was cast aside so that she could grip his sac, digging her nails into the flesh and making him cry out. She let go of his balls and lifted her finger to circle his helmet before rubbing a drip of pre-come into the smooth dome. He quivered uncontrollably as her hand started to move over his cock again. ‘Mistress ...’ he groaned. ‘Not yet,’ she whispered. She continued to masturbate him as she slipped her finger between her lips to wet it. Her nail scratched along his buttocks before she slowly slid her finger into his arse. His groan rattled in his chest and she closed her eyes, savouring the sound as she turned her finger back and forth. ‘I will let you come in a moment but you had better honour me for your pleasure tomorrow.’

‘I will, Mistress ...’ She pulled her finger free and then slipped two back, making his hips buck as her hand clamped around his cock, rubbing his flesh. ‘You may come,’ she told him. ‘Thank you, Mistress!’ His climax exploded from him, showering his chest as his breath heaved and turned into a sigh or delight. Through the haze of his climax, he heard his Mistress curse loudly. Fearing that he had done something wrong he strained to clear the pleasant fog that had settled over him. He lifted his head, frowning when he realised that his Mistress was gone. He strained to look behind him, twisting his head into awkward positions, his wrists and ankles pulling at the bonds that held him securely. He stopped and listened, the sound of voices clear now as if they were drawing nearer. ‘Fuck it,’ he hissed and pulled harder at the bonds. He had never tested the strength of them – he had never had cause to. The door was thrown open and he heard his Mistress’ shout of protest a moment before another woman’s voice drowned it out. ‘Martin Collins, we have a ...’ the words dried up as she stepped into the room. He froze, half twisted to stare at Kaitlin as she slowly approached him. The look on her face was unreadable and he glared at her as best he could from his position. ‘You have no fucking right to come in here like this, Anderson!’ he yelled. Slowly, a smile creased her lips. ‘Martin, now why have you been so reluctant to come down to the station to answer some questions? If I had known you swung this way, I could have made it all the more enjoyable for you.’ She reached into her pocket and lifted a set of handcuffs, ‘Didn’t really need to bring these, did I?’ ‘This is a private business meeting,’ his Mistress announced, stepping between them. Kaitlin looked up at the tall woman, something that she was unused to doing. ‘Mister Collins is going to be arrested on suspicion of various criminal acts and as such we will be seizing ...’ she glanced around the room, ‘... much of this.’ ‘That’s preposterous!’ ‘Well, Madam, you have described yourself as a business acquaintance of Mister Collins so we will need to speak to you as well.’ She nodded towards a PC who was standing at the open doorway as if afraid to enter, ‘Find Mister Collins his clothes.’ Fifteen minutes later, having been permitted to dress, Collins was led outside to a waiting patrol car. From a discreet distance down the road, two men sat in a car and watched as Collins was manhandled into the back of the car. Before the door was closed, Kaitlin leant in and said something before slamming the door. ‘Well now,’ the younger of the two men announced, ‘this is unfortunate.’ ‘So it would appear.’ The younger man glanced over and then followed his companion’s line of sight. He studied Kaitlin for several moments before asking, ‘You know her?’ ‘I’ve presented her a service award a couple of times.’ ‘A couple?’ ‘Yes, she’s a damn fine officer. A fucking hard bitch but good at her job.’ ‘Good enough to trace Collins back to us?’ He didn’t hesitate, ‘Possibly.’ The silence was a heavy weight between them as each imagined what the other was considering. The younger man stared out of the window as he slowly twisted a silver ring, rubbing it against a scar on his finger. ‘She can’t just be got rid of,’ the other man announced.

‘Everyone can be got rid of,’ he smiled nastily and lowered his hands, ‘but as I have made clear, time and time again, I intend to use more subtle methods from now on.’ ‘It was only because of that agreement that you were allowed entrance into the club.’ He sighed, ‘That agreement works both ways. Your little club needed an injection of fresh blood and may I remind you that I provided that. Are you going to argue about the improvements that I have made?’ ‘Your fresh ideas have removed some of the ... staleness ... but all change comes with a price and I sometimes feel that you charge too high.’ He waved his hand dismissively and then directed at Kaitlin, ‘I will deal with her if she gets too close.’ ‘Excellent,’ the younger man breathed and then they both fell silent as the door to the house opened. The tall, beautiful woman surveyed the street, perhaps wondering what her neighbours were thinking. His lip curled angrily as he stared at her, ‘I will have you where you belong soon enough, on your knees and begging for mercy.’ The older man gave a small nod as he stared at her as well, ‘At least on that we can agree.’

Chapter Two: Kaitlin rapped her knuckles against the wood of the door and waited for the response. When it came she opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind her and then approaching the desk and the distinguished looking man who sat there. He smiled at her, ‘DS Anderson, yes?’ She nodded, ‘Yes, sir.’ He didn’t offer her a seat and she didn’t take it. Instead she stood in front of the Chief Superintendant’s desk, with her hands crossed behind her back, and tried not to feel like she had been summoned to the Head Master’s office. ‘You were the arresting officer for Martin Collins?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘A good collar, well done.’ ‘Thank you, sir.’ ‘Did you arrest Madeline Warren as well?’ Kaitlin didn’t recognise the name immediately and was about to say so when she suddenly realised who he was talking about. ‘Ms Warren is just here to answer some questions.’ ‘Is that really necessary?’ ‘Sir?’ ‘Is she suspected of anything?’ ‘She had chained Collins, naked, to a wood and leather frame.’ ‘I believe that was consensual.’ Kaitlin took a deep breath, ‘Our concern was that Collins may have hidden something in or amongst her ... items.’ ‘While he was chained to the frame?’ She paused, her teeth grinding together, ‘No, sir, before that.’ ‘Was Collins aware that you would be visiting Ms Warren?’ ‘I doubt it, sir.’ ‘Then she can be of no use to you. Return her things and let her be on her way.’ ‘Yes, sir.’ He studied her for a moment and then returned to the file in front of him, ‘Thank you, DS Anderson.’ ‘Sir,’ she said curtly and left the room. Parker met her in the corridor, ‘So, you been grounded or what?’ She shrugged, ‘I’ve been told to let Ms Warren go.’ ‘Who?’ She stopped and smiled at him, ‘Tall, sexy, likes leather and chains.’ ‘Oh,’ Parker laughed as a flush of red ran up his neck, ‘Madeline.’ ‘Madeline?’ Kaitlin laughed, ‘Have you been chatting with our neighbourhood dominatrix?’ ‘I took her a cup of tea, she’s been waiting over two hours in the interview room.’ ‘Well, she’s free to go. Care to tell her?’ Parker shook his head, ‘No way, boss man told you to do it.’ Kaitlin raised her eyebrows, ‘I thought you and Madam X were getting along.’ ‘Madeline ...’ Parker reminded her and shrugged, ‘... anyway, I’ve got to go do that statement for the PCs from this morning.’ He turned and headed the other direction.

Kaitlin watched him go and then with a sigh and shake of her head, she headed for the interview room. ‘Thank you for waiting, Ms Warren,’ she announced as she opened the door and stepped inside, ‘You are free to -’ She stopped and stared at the array of sex toys in boxes on the interview room table. Slowly, she looked over the pile to the tall woman opposite. ‘I see they have returned your ... items.’ ‘Yes, thank you.’ Now that she was calmer, her voice was rich with a faint eastern European accent. ‘I shall have a PC drop you home, thank you for your time.’ ‘You’re not going to question me?’ There was a tone of mock disappointment in her voice that Kaitlin ignored. With a small sigh, the woman stood and waved her hand, ‘If I would be permitted to use a phone, I have a friend who could come and collect me.’ Kaitlin turned for the door, ‘This way then.’ She left Madeline at the phone and went off to file her reports. Collins had been formally charged but wouldn’t be questioned until the following morning when his solicitor could be present. Kaitlin filed her paperwork with the usual humourless joy that the activity generated and then finished her shift just after six. She declined the offer of a drink with some of the other CID officers, preferring instead to stop off at the gym on the way home, and went to grab her stuff. She pulled open her locker door, jumping back as three huge black dildos fell out. Cursing, she turned to glare at Parker and another three CID officers who stood in the doorway, laughing like schoolboys. She bent and grabbed a dildo, lobbing it across the room at them and making them laugh all the more as it bounced off the walls and lockers. She went to grab it and slammed the door shut on their laughs. Cursing as she picked it up, she realised that she would have to be the one to take the property back to its rightful owner. *** As she pulled up in Oak Street, she glanced at the clock. If she was quick then she could still grab a quick workout. She snatched the carrier bag from the passenger seat and then walked to Madeline’s front door. ‘Yes?’ Madeline studied her and then gave a small smile, ‘DS Anderson?’ Kaitlin gave a small, professional smile in response, ‘Apologies for bothering you again, Ms Warren,’ she lifted the carrier bag, ‘I’m afraid that these items of yours were left at the station.’ ‘And you brought them back to me personally? What a dear!’ She stepped back into the house, ‘I must show my gratitude with a glass of wine.’ Kaitlin was about to refuse but then thought, ‘What the hell?’ Madeline led her through the house and into the playroom where she had arrested Collins earlier that day. Kaitlin suspected that it was to stop her from seeing any other area of the house. ‘Red or white?’ Kaitlin handed her the carrier bag as she replied, ‘Red, please ... but just a small one, I ‘m driving.’ While she waited for Madeline to return, she studied the assortment of frames and devices that were spread around the room. She ran her fingers over the leather bench of one frame and marvelled at the feel of it. The leather was cold, yet warm at the same time.

‘Have you ever sampled such delights?’ Madeline asked as she entered the room carrying two glasses. Kaitlin had expected such a question so it came as no surprise. She thanked her for the wine and then sat on the bench. Sipping her wine before she answered, ‘No.’ ‘Would you like to?’ That question did surprise her and she quickly lowered the glass, ‘Thanks for the offer, but -’ Madeline laughed, a rich, full sound that made Kaitlin’s heart race. ‘I wasn’t offering, I was merely enquiring.’ She stepped closer, her thigh brushing Kaitlin’s knee, ‘But that’s not to say that I wasn’t offering anything else.’ Kaitlin looked up at her. She was gorgeous. Full lips, round features, smooth skin. A neck that yearned to be kissed. Kaitlin had never considered herself either straight or gay. She liked sex and was happy to enjoy it whenever she could – the gender of her partner made no difference, it merely added variety to the proceedings. ‘Is it against police procedure to fuck a witness?’ Kaitlin lowered her glass and placed it on the bench beside her, ‘Yes.’ ‘Hmmm ... a shame.’ She slowly moved her hand to run her fingers up Madeline’s thigh, lifting the hem of her dress to stroke the smooth skin. ‘But you’re not a witness.’ Her hand travelled higher, slipping round to slide over her smooth buttocks and making her gasp. Madeline rested her hands on Kaitlin’s shoulders and tipped her head back, closing her eyes. Kaitlin used both hands to stroke the naked flesh, pulling one hand round to run her fingertips over her trimmed hair and then lower, making Madeline quiver. She dipped a finger between the lips and sought out the sensitive bud. ‘You don’t waste time, do you?’ Madeline laughed and then gave a small cry as Kaitlin stood and spun her round, sitting her on the bench. She knelt between her legs and slid her hands along each thigh, pushing her dress up again. When the sweet pussy was revealed, Kaitlin smiled and looked up. Madeline had her head tipped back, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Kaitlin reached for the glass of wine and then slowly dribbled the liquid over the delightful pussy. Madeline jumped and gave a small laugh that turned quickly into a groan as Kaitlin’s tongue lapped at the dark liquid. She used the fingers of one hand to push her labia apart and then poured more wine, catching it quickly with her tongue and tasting the heady mix of sex and alcohol. She gripped the other woman’s buttocks, pulling her closer as she licked and sucked, enjoying the shudders that rippled through her. Madeline stroked her hair, groaning and gasping as her pussy was teased. ‘Please ...’ Madeline groaned, her half closed eyes staring at the discarded carrier bag near the door. Kaitlin nodded and went to it, retrieving one of the large dildos. When she returned, Madeline had got to her feet and now stood with her back to her, bent forward to rest her hands on the bench. Her skirt was hitched around her waist, her beautiful buttocks full and rounded, quivering with expectation. She lapped at the pussy again, opening her up and making her juices flow. Then slowly she lifted the dildo and pressed the domed end to her cunt lips. Madeline shuddered, ‘Yes ... oh, fill me up.’ Kaitlin gently pressed against the nub of her clitoris as she slid the dildo into her welcoming cunt. Shivers of delight ran up and down Madeline’s thighs as the dildo pressed deep into her, stretching her wide as Kaitlin continued to stimulate her clitoris. She slid the dildo back and forth, using steady, firm strokes that drew gasps of appreciation from the other woman. Her own arousal was building quickly and as much as she longed to prolong it, she needed the woman to come so that she could enjoy her own delights. She leant forward as she slid the dildo forward once more and slid her tongue upwards, from the groove of her sex

to her arsehole. She wet the opening and Madeline gasped, ‘Oh, god, yes!’ Kaitlin would have proceeded without any encouragement - she had yet to meet a woman who didn’t cream almost instantly if she did this at just the right moment. Slowly she slipped her finger between her lips and wet the digit before flicking her tongue across the tight opening once more. Then gently, slowly, she slid her finger into the tight passage. Madeline tossed her head, crying out as her climax took her. Kaitlin twisted her finger from side to side as she continued to drive the dildo into her, drawing every last ounce of pleasure from the beautiful woman. ‘Enough,’ Madeline gasped, reaching back to press her fingers against Kaitlin’s hand as she looked over her shoulder. Their eyes met and Kaitlin allowed all the lust and desire to shine in her eyes. Madeline slid the dildo from her pussy and stood slowly, shuddering. She turned as Kaitlin stood and moved to sit on the bench, running the tip of the dildo along her bottom lip. Kaitlin hardened her stare but the other woman just smiled, ‘Indulge me with one more thing ...’ ‘What?’ Kaitlin sighed. ‘Strip ... I want to see you.’ She wanted to strip as fast as she could, to feel the other woman’s attentions and ease the terrible ache at her pussy. But she forced herself to move slowly, the look on Madeline’s face suggesting that they would both appreciate the effort. She unfastened her blouse and left it hanging open as she bent to remove her trousers. Her legs were long and shapely and she bent easily to remove her shoes and socks before slipping the trousers off. When she stood Madeline smiled as she studied the black sports bra beneath her shirt. Kaitlin flicked her eyebrows questioningly but neither woman spoke as she slipped her panties off. As she stood again, Madeline joined her, slipped her hands beneath the material of the blouse and pulling her forward. Her hands stroked her back as their lips met in a crushing kiss, their tongues meeting. After several moments, Kaitlin pulled back, gasping for breath. She half smiled as Madeline unclipped her bra and then between them they removed the last of her clothes. Madeline studied her openly and Kaitlin let her. Kaitlin didn’t understand the significance of standing naked in front of the dressed dominatrix – but eventually she would. For now she just enjoyed the new sensation of being studied and appreciated. As the seconds ticked past she felt her arousal growing as her anticipation grew and she breathed, ‘Fuck me.’ Madeline’s gaze shot to hers and as they locked stares again Kaitlin had to fight to keep eye contact. It was a strange reaction but one that she had no desire to consider at that moment. Slowly Madeline stepped forward and dipped her head to Kaitlin’s breast. She shuddered as hot breath ran across her skin and a tongue flicked over her nipple. The lips moved to the other breast, this time sucking the nipple between them and teasing the bud with her teeth. Kaitlin groaned and closed her eyes, lifting her head to gently stroke the back of Madeline’s head. The other woman paused, as if unfamiliar with being touched like that. Kaitlin lowered her hand and groaned as her nipple was sucked again. Fingers ran up her stomach to gently cup her other breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Suddenly the arousal made her light-headed and she stumbled. Madeline went with her, holding her as she guided her to the floor. She pushed her leg between Kaitlin’s thighs, pressing her smooth flesh against her soaking pussy. She gasped, lifting her hips at the sudden pleasure and grinding herself against Madeline’s thigh. Their lips met again and Kaitlin groaned loudly, desperate for more than she was getting. Madeline laughed softly as her fingers ran down Kaitlin’s stomach, sliding across her pelvis and between her pussy lips. She stroked her clitoris, making Kaitlin grit her teeth and hiss loudly. Then suddenly her fingers were sliding into her and Kaitlin thrust her hips up to meet them, crying out as her arousal suddenly peaked. Three fingers thrust into her and another cry tore from her lips as her body tensed. Then unbelievably she was coming and her body shuddered as she gasped

in surprise, riding the waves of her climax. She relaxed, quivering gently as Madeline’s fingers slipped from inside her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she cried out as she felt something thick and hard sliding into her pussy. ‘Oh God, yes!’ she heard herself cry as she lifted her hips, eager to feel the dildo filling her completely. In her mind’s eyes she remembered the sight of it as it has stretched Madeline’s pussy and now she felt it for herself. Her fingers went to her breasts and she gripped the mounds as she watched Madeline lower her head between her thighs. She tensed, waited for that first touch. Her cry was sharp as Madeline’s tongue flicked her clitoris as she drove the dildo forwards. She continued to tongue the sensitive bud as she worked the dildo inside her. Another climax built quickly and just when she was on the point of climax Madeline’s teeth bit down on her clitoris. Kaitlin cried out loudly, the sudden sting like being doused with cold water. But then the dildo was thrusting harder into her and Madeline sucked the bud. She cried out again, tipping her head back as her body tensed. She screamed silently, her nails pressing into the floor as her climax ripped through her –it was like nothing she had ever felt before. *** Kaitlin’s eyes flickered open and she stared at the strange dark ceiling above her. She shifted slightly, sighing gently as a silk sheet slipped across her breasts. She was lying on a thin mattress that was more comfortable than she would have believed. But then, when she had first lain down upon it, comfort hadn’t been her immediate concern. After recovering from her first shattering climax, Kaitlin was very much aware that their time together was far from over and she was more than happy with that. The mattress has been leaning against the wall and she had rolled onto it after Madeline had dragged it to the floor beside her. Madeline had lain next to her, her fingers and nails gently teasing the flesh of Kaitlin’s breasts and then her thighs. Her gentle teasing had gradually grown more insistent until a frenzied fucking resulted in them both falling breathless and exhausted onto the mattress. At some point Madeline had covered them with the red silk sheet and, despite her willingness not to, she had fallen asleep. With a small groan, she sat up and then climbed to her feet, groaning again at the ache between her legs but she couldn’t help but smile as she moved to her clothes. Kaitlin had never had a problem enjoying herself sexually, with no commitment offered or requested. Most of her partners felt the same way and those that didn’t soon got the message. But as she dressed, she glanced at Madeline and felt a flutter in her chest that surprised her. She turned away and finished dressing. When she looked back, she realised that Madeline was watching her. She stretched languidly, openly studying her. Now that she was dressed, Kaitlin felt strangely exposed under that stare. She sat on one of the frames and bent to tie her shoes. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Madeline stroking the thick dildo that they had both enjoyed greatly. ‘Can you find your way out?’ Madeline asked flatly. Kaitlin nodded, ‘Sure.’ ‘Good,’ she lifted the dildo and sighed softly as she slipped it between her legs.. Kaitlin watched for several moments, unable to tear her gaze away. Eventually she found her senses, grabbed her coat and headed for the door. ‘Kaitlin ...’ She stopped and half turned.

‘See you soon.’ She glanced over her shoulder, ‘We’ll see,’ Madeline cast the dildo aside and stood up, walking over to stand in front of her. Their eyes met, Madeline’s slightly lowered to meet hers. The intensity of her gaze made Kaitlin shiver and it took all her power to keep her gaze on the Mistress. ‘See you soon,’ Madeline said again. ‘Yeah ... okay,’ she replied softly and opened the door.

Chapter Three: The rest of the week passed quickly as they continued to build the case against Collins. He was refused bail and remanded in custody. Kaitlin and Parker were heralded as heroes throughout the station and, not for the first time, Kaitlin was honoured by her peers and superiors. That was what she lived for, what she worked countless, unpaid hours for. Usually the reward of a job well done made her feel alive and as gratifying as it was to see the look on Collin’s face as he was taken away, the usual high eluded her. Parker noticed but knew better than to comment. Clearly nothing was bothering her at work so that could only mean that there was something amiss in her personal life and that was a line that they didn’t cross. Kaitlin and Parker might be one of the best partnerships in CID, but they were not friends. And so Parker left her alone, assuming that once Collins was put away for good, the next challenge would come along and she would be back to her old self. For her part, Kaitlin knew that she hadn’t felt the usual, lasting rush of success but had even less idea about what was causing her melancholic attitude. She dreaded the weekend and the inevitable time off but there was nothing that she could do about it. She went to the gym twice on the Saturday and during the second visit managed to show enough interest in a new, male member that he followed her to the car park when she left. He had stood beside her as she fastened her bag to the back of her motorbike. Then, as she turned to him, he nodded at his van parked beside a wall on the other side of the car park. She went with him and they had fucked against the side of the van, hidden from view by the vehicle. He had been big and she had enjoyed his large cock but her climax had been quick and far from satisfying. He had driven off as she had returned to her bike. On the Sunday she had gone for a ride on her bike, not really caring where she went, she just needed to get out. After an hour of taking corners with no consideration of where she was heading she found herself entering Oak Street. She came to a stop at the edge of the road and glanced sideways at the house. She kept her helmet on, she didn’t expect to stay. It was several minutes later that the door opened and Kaitlin turned fully to see Madeline standing, framed by the doorway, staring at her. Her helmet had a tinted visor but she knew that Madeline recognised her. After another minute of staring, Madeline turned and went back into the house, leaving the door open behind her. Kaitlin reached for the ignition key with every intention of staring the engine. But before she knew what she was doing, she had removed the key and was walking towards the house. She kept her helmet on until she entered the hallway and then slipped it off as she kicked the door closed behind her. She moved through the house and into the dungeon where Madeline was waiting for her. Kaitlin bent to place her helmet on the floor and then turned to Madeline. She froze. In the centre of the room, a few feet from where Madeline stood, a vertical frame currently contained a young, spread-eagled woman. Kaitlin studied her – she couldn’t help it. She was slim, her skin pale where it wasn’t striped with red. She was blindfolded and gagged, her hair soaked with sweat. Kaitlin’s eyes travelled lower. Her firm thighs were also striped red, her neatly shaved pussy quivered and the glistening of the flesh suggested that she was a willing participant. As Kaitlin stared, Madeline slowly moved forward to stroke the end of a crop down the woman’s side. She quivered, whimpering softly. ‘This is Kelly,’ Madeline announced, ‘she is a filthy, over-sexed slut who comes to me regularly to be punished for her desires.’ ‘I don’t want to interrupt ...’ Kaitlin said slowly and moved to pick up her helmet.

‘No!’ Madeline snapped and when Kaitlin straightened and looked at her, she smiled, ‘Don’t go.’ Kaitlin waved at the woman in the frame, ‘This is not my thing.’ Madeline moved closer, that smile never leaving her beautiful lips. When she was less than a foot away, she stopped and studied her in silence. Eventually she spoke softly, sexily, ‘Nothing will happen to her ... while you are here.’ She glanced over her shoulder and then back at Kaitlin, ‘I want to fuck you and I want her to hear me doing it. I want her to hear me pleasuring you. And when we’re finished, she’ll be so wet that I’ll be able to slip my whole hand into her pussy ... she loves it when I do that.’ Kaitlin shook her head, ‘I don’t think so.’ A shadow flashed across Madeline’s gaze, passing quickly. ‘Then why did you come here?’ she breathed. ‘I ... I’m not sure,’ Kaitlin responded, running her fingers nervously across her helmet. it was an unusual feeling for her and not one that she was enjoying. She took a deep breath and forced herself to meet Madeline’s gaze, ‘I’m going to go.’ ‘No, you’re not,’ was the response as Madeline stepped even closer. Kaitlin neither pulled back nor leant forward as their lips brushed. The Mistress kept her face there, their lips brushing again as she spoke, ‘You don’t want to leave ... not really, and I promise you that you will not regret it if you stay.’ Kaitlin allowed herself a smile, ‘That’s what I’m afraid of.’ Madeline’s lips pressed hard against hers and it was as if the touch unlocked her desires. She responded to the kiss with her own firm kiss, her tongue darting forward to find its mate. She quivered when she heard Madeline groan and the power of their desires was like electricity between them. Madeline stumbled backwards, taking Kaitlin with her. Kaitlin was vaguely aware that this was so that the hanging woman could appreciate the sounds of their fucking but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but Madeline’s hands as they slid up inside her t-shirt. Her leather jacket fell from her shoulders and her t-shirt was pushed up over her naked breasts. Madeline’s full lips closed over the breast of her nipple and she sighed softly, gasping as her teeth grazed the bud. Madeline’s other hand searched lower and slowly they dropped to the floor. Her trousers were gone in an instant, her panties quickly following. Madeline feasted noisily on her pussy. Sliding her tongue inside her and pulling back to suck at her clitoris. Her tongue and lips were too perfect and Kaitlin cried out as her climax quickly built and crested. She groaned and gasped, then with one final cry she quivered with release. But Madeline was far from finished with her and no sooner had her lips left her pussy than her fingers were searching within the soaking folds. Kaitlin lifted her hips to the stroking digits, even as her climax still blurred the edges of her senses. The pleasure of the slim fingers sliding into her was intense and Kaitlin cried out, quivering uncontrollably. Her second climax was quickly followed by a third and as she stared disbelievingly at Madeline, she saw a mirror of her own lust. She reached up, her fingers pulling at the fastenings of her sheer dress. ‘No,’ Madeline gasped and pulled back, getting to her feet. Frowning, Kaitlin moved onto her knees and stared up at her, her fingers sliding up her inner thigh. ‘Why?’ Madeline closed her eyes for an instant, ‘I have to finish the slut.’ In the height of her pleasure, Kaitlin had forgotten about the hanging woman. She glanced sideways at her. Now that she was closer she could clearly see the welts that had been seared onto her skin. A strange feeling settled in the pit of her stomach ... and lower down. She turned from the slave and stared at Madeline again as her fingers found her naked pussy, ‘You won’t regret it.’

Madeline quivered and laughed but stepped backwards, shaking her head. ‘I must finish the slut ... stay and watch ... then you can fuck me afterwards.’ Kaitlin was sorely tempted and as she looked at the slave again she almost agreed. But then she was bending to pick up her clothes and slowly dressed as Madeline watched her. She dared to glance at the enigmatic Mistress, sure that she would see disappointment on her face. But there wasn’t. Madeline watched her with interest, a tiny smile playing at her lips. Her eyes shone with unspent lust but her breathing was steady and controlled. Kaitlin nodded with respect as she slipped her jacket on. She went back to where she had left her helmet and picked it up. ‘See you soon,’ she said and then left. She closed the door behind her and then waited, her hands trembling as she turned to the door to listen. She heard Madeline’s voice but couldn’t make out the words. A sudden, loud snap made Kaitlin jump and the cry that followed told her that the Mistress had removed the hanging woman’s gag. Several more snaps echoed from beyond the door as a strange heat flooded Kaitlin’s groin. Quivering, she turned from the door and slipped her helmet on. With the sounds fully dampened, she found the strength to leave the house. It wouldn’t be long before she returned.

Chapter four: It was three days before she returned. Madeline greeted her at the door, her brows arched. ‘I expected you back sooner,’ she announced as she stepped back to allow Kaitlin to pass. Kaitlin put her helmet on the floor and turned to the taller woman who had closed the door. Their eyes met and as much as she wanted to grab her and rip her clothes from her, she took a deep breath and forced herself to say, ‘I don’t know what the arrangement is, so ...’ ‘Arrangement?’ Madeline asked, her voice light with amusement. She stepped closer and slowly unfastened the zip of Kaitlin’s leather jacket. Beneath, she wore a tight, black tshirt that was no barrier to sensation as Madeline ran her nails over her breast, making her quiver. ‘What arrangement?’ she asked again. Kaitlin forced herself to focus but the tiniest of touches was all it took to ignite her lust that had grown steadily over the past three days. She had tried to relieve the tension herself but her own attentions had only served to make it worse. ‘Umm ... I ...’ she hated the uncertainty that she heard in her voice, the desire and the sheer need that rippled along her skin. She knew that Madeline was aware of it and she hated that just as much. She knew that she had to deal with it, to make some sort of arrangement with the Mistress because she couldn’t let this woman have so much power over her. ‘I don’t know how these things work,’ she managed to say, ‘I mean ... what’s expected, how much I need to ... I mean, how much you ...’ Madeline gave a genuine laugh, ‘Are you asking how much I charge?’ Kaitlin ran a shaking hand through her hair. Damn it – what was happening to her? She was like a bloody teenager on her first date. She drew herself up and met Madeline’s gaze, ‘I’m sorry, this is not me ... I’m not like this.’ Madeline laughed again, ‘I am very much aware of that.’ She gently took her hand and lifted it to her lips. She slowly slipped the tip of one digit between her lips and sucked gently. ‘Besides, I don’t think it would be appropriate to discuss such things with a police officer, do you?’ Kaitlin slowly pulled her had away, ‘You think I’m trying to trap you in some way?’ ‘Of course not,’ she took Kaitlin’s hand again, slowly running her lips across the back, ‘But let’s make it easier on both of us, hmmm? I enjoy fucking you and being fucked by you ... you have an intensity that I rather enjoy.’ Kaitlin stepped forward, brushing her lips across Madeline’s, the same way that the Mistress had the last time they had met. ‘And you want nothing else from me?’ ‘Right this moment I just want to feel your fingers filling me up,’ she replied and then gasped as Kaitlin pushed her back against the wall. She pushed her leg up between her thighs, rubbing the leather of her trousers over the Mistress’ naked pussy. Madeline tipped her head back, smiling as she gasped, ‘I fucking love what you do to me.’ Kaitlin’s only response was to pull open the other woman’s blouse. Her hand found her naked breast and pulled the smooth mound free of the material so that she could suck on her nipple. She found the other breast and ran her nails down the flesh as she rubbed her thigh back and forth. The taller woman groaned over and over, clearly desperate for more than her leg could offer but at the same time enjoying the build up. Eventually, Kaitlin could wait no longer and she stroked her hand down until she was able to slip her fingers between Madeline’s thighs. The woman cried out, lifting her leg and wrapping it around Kaitlin, giving her better access as she pulled her closer. Kaitlin moved to her neck and sucked at the skin as she slipped her fingers inside, delving as deep as their position would allow. That was clearly deep enough for Madeline because she gasped loudly, thrusting her hips forward

and gritting her teeth. ‘Yes!’ she breathed. Kaitlin continued to move her fingers inside her, teasing her to the point of climax and then forcing her over the edge. When the shudders had eased, Kaitlin allowed Madeline to slide to the floor and then she moved between her legs. Her tongue flicked over her clitoris, making her sigh and quiver as the afterglow of her climax was quickly re-ignited. She inhaled the musky scent of her spent lust and sucked gently at her labia lips. Her tongue slipped into the wet opening and her fingers played at the small hood above. She soon grew light-headed but worked on at the pussy, eager to draw another shuddering climax from the woman. When it came, it was stronger than the first and Kaitlin felt pride in her chest at the sound of the other woman’s cry of delight. This time, when her shudders had eased, she leant back against the wall and smiled at Kaitlin. ‘Undress and I shall return the favour.’ Smiling herself, Kaitlin slowly undressed as the promise of what was to come shone in the Madeline’s eyes. *** Following that night, it was as if the floodgates had opened. Kaitlin visited Madeline every few days and the sex was amazing. Kaitlin often left feeling exhausted but sated, although the satisfaction didn’t last. For her part, Madeline appeared to enjoy the sex as much as Kaitlin. Kaitlin was under no illusion that things wouldn’t last and that it was just a matter of time before the thrill of it all waned. But Kaitlin also had no problem with enjoying herself while she could – after all, what was the harm? *** Kaitlin tipped her head back, sighing softly as Madeline’s tongue travelled up the groove of her sex. Its journey was followed by the domed head of a thick dildo. Suddenly Madeline’s lips clamped down on her clitoris as she slid the dildo into Kaitlin’s welcoming pussy. She groaned loudly, quivers running down the insides of her spread thighs. She lifted her head to watch as Madeline slid the dildo deep into her, her lips still sucking at her sensitive bud. As if sensing her watching, Madeline lifted her eyes and stared at her. Kaitlin smiled and groaned again as her pleasure quickly crested. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes alighting on one of the many frames that surrounded them. She stared at the leather cuffs and the thick chains, felt her pussy warming as her climax quickly neared. She turned her attention back to Madeline as the dildo was slowed, teasing her and keeping her climax hanging at the edges of her senses. ‘You see the attraction, don’t you?’ Kaitlin shuddered as Madeline’s hot breath ran over her pussy lips. She took a deep breath, ‘I know that the ... loss of power is the attraction but ...’ she sighed as the dildo was slowly slid into her, ‘... it’s not for me.’ If Madeline responded, she didn’t hear it because suddenly she was thrusting the dildo into her and she was coming so hard that her senses blurred at the edges. She fell back onto the thin mattress, her chest heaving. She closed her eyes for a few moments and let her body succumb to the pleasurable afterglow of her climax. The soft jangle of metal made her open her eyes and she stared up at Madeline who knelt over her, a pair of handcuffs hanging from her finger. Kaitlin lifted herself onto her elbows and studied her in silence, her brows arched questioningly. ‘I want you to put them on me,’ Madeline announced.

Kaitlin was surprised by that and it must have shown in her face because the other woman smiled. ‘I thought you preferred ...’ Kaitlin began but couldn’t find the words to finish the sentence. Madeline saved her by saying, ‘A change is as good as a rest.’ Kaitlin moved to slip the handcuffs off her finger and flicked them open as Madeline stood and stripped out of her clothes. Kaitlin sighed appreciatively. Madeline didn’t strip very often for her and to do so now, aroused her almost as much as her pleasant touch had. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to get the handcuffs on her so that she could taste that sweet pussy once more. She stood as Madeline knelt on the mattress and held her hands out to Kaitlin, her eyes shining with lust. Savouring the moment, Kaitlin slipped the handcuffs over her wrists and secured them. ‘Tighter ...’ Madeline breathed, half closing her eyes. She did as requested, tightening the cuffs until the metal dug into the flesh of Madeline’s wrists, making the woman hiss. ‘Too tight?’ she asked, her fingers moving to loosen the grip. ‘No ... that’s wonderful,’ Madeline gasped, her lips lifting into a lazy smile. Suddenly she was more beautiful than she had ever been before and Kaitlin pushed her back onto the mattress, making her cry out with surprise. The sound galvanised Kaitlin and she roughly pushed her hands above her head. The movement stretched her full breasts, tightening the skin and distorting the mounds, lifting the hardened nipples. She sucked the hard buds, one at a time, using her teeth to tease the nerve endings and enjoying the way that Madeline squirmed. Then she traced a line down the centre of her stomach with her tongue, leaving a glistening trail across the smooth tanned skin. She reached the tidy triangle of dark hair and pressed harder so that Madeline could feel the sensation and anticipate what was to come next. Kaitlin pushed her thighs apart, more roughly and harshly than she would normally but somehow sensing that that was what Madeline wanted ... perhaps what she needed. Her fingers slapped up between her thighs, crushing the sensitive skin and making Madeline lift her hips as she cried out with delight. She pushed her palm hard against her flesh, stimulating her clitoris at its full depth inside her pelvis. She slowly circled her palm, drawing her pleasure out like a taut string ready to snap. She kept her hand pressed firmly against her pussy as she moved to slide her mouth closer. When she moved her hand, she pressed her tongue gently against the quivering bud. The sudden, wet touch was so gentle after the roughness of her hand that Madeline quivered uncontrollably – urging her to be harsher while at the same time wanting the wonderful build up to continue. She teased her for several minutes, enjoying the taste of her as Madeline’s juices trickled from her. Suddenly she lashed her tongue between Madeline’s labia lips and slid into her cunt. She probed as far as she could with her tongue, making the other woman writhe, the handcuffs jangling above her head. She moved back and drove three fingers into the wide pussy, lifting Madeline’s buttocks from the mattress as she cried out. She thrust her fingers back and forth, forcing her to the very edges of climax before she suddenly pulled back and left her quivering with unspent lust. She found a strap-on dildo and slipped it around her waist. As she turned she saw Madeline watching her. The look of sheer desire that flashed across the other woman’s face made Kaitlin’s heart flutter and her pussy throb. She walked slowly to where Madeline waited – the look in her eyes making it clear that when she had fucked Madeline she would be using the dildo on herself. She knelt between her legs and positioned the dildo at her quivering, soaking opening. She locked stares for an instant and then slammed her hips forward. Madeline cried out, lifting her hips to welcome the dildo. Kaitlin fell onto her, crushing their breasts between them. Her hand reached to grab the chain between the cuffs and she held it tightly, pushing forward and stretching Madeline’s arms as she continued to fuck her. Madeline lifted her legs, crossing her ankles over the small of Kaitlin’s back and

pulling her deeper. Kaitlin responded by fucking her harshly, slamming into her over and over again, driving her climax to a painful breaking point. Suddenly Madeline screamed loudly, her body spasming and writhing before she fell limp, breathing heavily. Kaitlin unfastened the dildo from her waist and slipped the leather belt around Madeline’s hips and waist. Madeline smiled lazily as she watched Kaitlin tighten the straps and then slide her way up her body. Kaitlin positioned herself over the phallus and then slowly lowered herself, groaning deep in her throat as her passions were quickly ignited. Madeline moved her cuffed hands so that she could stroke Kaitlin’s breasts as she rode the phallus, gradually building speed until suddenly she threw her head back and screamed silently, her juices flooding across Madeline’s hips. Quivering and with shaking hands, she managed to unfasten the cuffs before she fell forward and lay next to Madeline, her hand stretched across her breasts. They lay silently, the sound of their breathing gently lulling them both to sleep. Kaitlin awoke slowly and became aware that she could no longer feel Madeline’s lovely breasts under her arm. She moved slowly, her eyes snapping open when she realised that she could hardly move at all. She pulled on her arms and cursed loudly when she realised that both her wrists were restrained above her head. She tilted her head to look up and followed the chain at her wrists to a link on the floor. She cursed again and then looked around the room. She was alone. ‘Madeline!’ she yelled furiously, ‘Madeline!’ She looked towards the closed door, expecting it to open at any moment. When it didn’t she snarled, ‘Fucking bitch!’ Her head fell back against the mattress as she forced herself to relax, getting angry wasn’t going to help. She lay quietly, staring at the dark ceiling above her. Time stretched on and she forced herself to stay calm. For some reason she wasn’t anxious. Strangely, she trusted that Madeline didn’t mean her any harm. But that didn’t mean that she would get away with doing this. No one fucked with Kaitlin like this ... no one. Eventually the door opened. Kaitlin guessed that perhaps an hour had passed. She turned towards Madeline who approached her calmly. They stared at each other and when Madeline didn’t speak, Kaitlin shook the chains above her head. ‘Get these off me,’ she demanded, ‘Now!’ A dark look flashed across Madeline’s eyes, a look that Kaitlin had seen before. Then, as now, her pussy warmed strangely at the sight of Madeline’s anger but she was not in the mood. She let her own anger shine in her eyes. ‘Now,’ she said again. Madeline knelt beside her and leant forward. But instead of unfastening the cuffs, Madeline deftly slipped a ball gag between Kaitlin’s lips and quickly fastened it. Kaitlin struggled but it was pointless, the other woman was far too experienced. As she sat back, she stared at Kaitlin, smiling at the fury that shone in her eyes. She continued to stare at her as she slowly slipped the strap-on around her waist. Kaitlin glared at her, shaking her head as Madeline moved to stand by her feet. She kicked Kaitlin’s ankles apart and then knelt between them, holding her thighs apart with her knees. Kaitlin could have fought some more, could have tried to pull away – but as the domed end of the phallus pressed against her clitoris, she lifted her hips and the dildo slid easily into her pussy. She closed her eyes, shuddering as the dildo slipped into her. Madeline fucked her slowly, stroking the dildo back and forth in a maddening pace that had Kaitlin groaning with desire. Soon her pleasure was cramping her stomach and she groaned loudly, lifting her legs to urge Madeline to fuck her harder. But the Mistress seemed content to torture her for as long as possible. After an eternity, the dildo was slipped from her pussy and Madeline reached up to unfasten the cuffs. Kaitlin wanted to tell her not to bother – to just fuck her as hard as she could. But the ball gag prevented her and, even when her wrists were released, it didn’t occur to her to remove it.

Suddenly she was flipped over and her hands were pulled behind her back. Kaitlin marvelled at Madeline’s technique even as the cuffs snapped around her wrists again. Madeline moved back and used the chain between the cuffs to pull Kaitlin up and onto her knees. She drove into her pussy, crushing her buttocks as she buried the dildo as deep as it would go. Holding the handcuffs firmly she kept Kaitlin upright as she drove into her, rocking her harshly and fucking her just as she needed. She screamed against the gag, shuddering uncontrollably as her climax slammed through her. Despite everything that she had experienced in this room, it all paled in comparison to the orgasm that tore through her now. She sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks as the sheer delight of it robbed her of her senses. When she came round, she was lying on the mattress, the cuffs removed and Madeline lying beside her. They didn’t speak about what had happened. No comments were made and no questions asked. *** It was strange to see a bed in the middle of the playroom but when Kaitlin saw the leather cuffs fixed to a post at each corner, she saw why it had been brought here. She stared at Madeline who was standing the other side of the bed. Kaitlin approached slowly, undressing as she went. When she was naked, she stood opposite Madeline who waited patiently for Kaitlin to make the next move. Madeline was giving her the choice; she didn’t have to take this any further. She stared at the cuffs at the top of the bed, the ones that would slip around her wrists. Slowly her eyes travelled to the cuffs at the foot of the bed. They would stretch her legs wide and hold them there. She closed her eyes for an instant before she climbed onto the bed and lay down. Neither of them spoke as Madeline secured her wrists in the leather cuffs. Kaitlin gasped as her legs were harshly pulled apart and stretched before being fixed into the cuffs. The air stirred her exposed pussy and she groaned at the new experience. Madeline took her time. She stroked her flesh, used her nails to gently tease her skin. She sucked and kissed her nipples before moving to her pussy and clitoris. By the time she slipped a thick dildo between her pussy lips, Kaitlin was covered in sweat and quivers of anticipation rippled along her skin. She started to climax the moment the dildo was slid into her. She cried out over and over again as her body shook against the restraints. The pleasure became intolerable and she heard herself beg Madeline to stop but the Mistress carried on. When Kaitlin’s cries became too loud, she slipped a gag into her mouth and then continued. Kaitlin tossed her head from side to side, struggling against the bonds. But there was nothing that she could do to stop Madeline from torturing her further and that, as much as anything, soon had the mattress soaking beneath her.

Chapter five: She stood naked in the centre of the playroom – as Madeline had ordered. It was unclear when Kaitlin had started taking orders from the other woman but over the last few sessions together, she had become used to it. Madeline had telephoned her the night before. ‘Be at my house at seven o’clock tomorrow night. The door will be open. Go to the playroom, strip and wait for me.’ ‘Yes ... Madeline.’ There was a pause at the other end and Kaitlin knew that it was because Madeline wanted to be called something else ... but Kaitlin wasn’t ready for that. She wasn’t ready to take that step and doubted she ever would. The sex was great. The sex had been even better since Madeline had started to use restraints. The orders were all just part of the game and Kaitlin was happy to play as long as the orgasms continued to rip through her with an intensity that couldn’t be matched. So here she stood and patiently waited for Madeline to appear. She heard the door open and footsteps approach. She didn’t turn, she didn’t need to. She knew the sound of Madeline’s footfalls and as she drew nearer, she recognised her musky scent. ‘Hands behind your back,’ Madeline said firmly. Kaitlin did so without pause. If she paused, she would consider her actions and if she did that, if she thought too much about what she was doing, then it would be over. The cold metal cuffs slipped around her wrists and she closed her eyes as a shudder of anticipation ran through her. ‘Such a wonderful reaction,’ Madeline breathed, leaning forward to brush Kaitlin’s dark hair back from her neck. ‘What is it to be tonight?’ she whispered in her ear, ‘The strapon? The dildo? The thick vibrator that you enjoyed so much last time you were here?’ Kaitlin closed her eyes and sighed as Madeline’s tongue ran up her neck. ‘Answer me,’ she whispered. ‘Use whatever you want on me ...’ Kaitlin sighed again, ‘... please ... Madeline.’ ‘Madeline?’ there was a faint tone of anger in her voice that made Kaitlin shudder, ‘You know what you should call me, don’t you?’ Kaitlin cleared her throat, ‘I can’t.’ ‘You will.’ She licked her neck again, her teeth grazing her shoulder, ‘When was the last time you felt a cock inside you?’ The question was so unexpected that it took her a moment to form an answer. Eventually she said, ‘I haven’t ... not since you and I ... you are the only one I have been with.’ ‘Do you miss cock?’ Her teeth nipped the skin again, ‘Do I please you so much that you don’t desire a nice, thick cock filling you up? Don’t you just wish that you could feel a warm, meaty cock sliding into your pussy?’ Kaitlin groaned. The images that Madeline’s words created caused her pussy to moisten and her nipples to harden. Madeline moved round to the front, her palms running over her hardened nipples. Kaitlin half closed her eyes, sighing softly. Her eyes snapped open when she felt a second pair of hands on her hips and a muscular torso pressed against her back, the thick head of a cock pushing at her buttocks. She leant her head back onto the unknown man’s shoulder, sighing softly as Madeline dipped her head to her breast and sucked the nipple. His hands moved round to the front, dipping low to stroke through the

neat line of hair. The tip of his finger pressed against her clitoris and she gasped loudly, shuddering against him. ‘Hands and knees,’ Madeline announced as she pulled back and straightened, stepping back and crossing her arms, ‘I want to see you fuck her like a whore.’ ‘Yes, Mistress.’ His voice was deep and rumbling, his breath stirring the skin of her neck. He pressed on her shoulders and she dropped to her knees. As she was lowered to the ground, Madeline kicked a small stool towards her. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades and she fell over the stool, her breasts crushed against the cool leather. She heard him spit and knew that he was rubbing his saliva over his cock. There was no need. The way that he had forced her down and the feel of the cuffs at her wrists already had her pussy soaking. She felt his cock nudge between her labia lips and she froze – suddenly aware of what was about to happen. Neither Madeline or the unknown man had asked her if this was what she wanted, they had not sought her consent ... so what did that make this? She groaned deep in her throat as he slid his cock into her. What did that make this? Fucking perfect! Shivers of delight ran up her spine as she was filled by his thick, wonderful cock. He slowly withdrew and she sighed with him, groaning again as he pushed forward once more. She lifted her eyes to stare at Madeline who stared back with a cold, almost ruthless expression. ‘Did I tell you to make love to her?’ Madeline asked harshly, ‘I told you to fuck her like a whore.’ ‘Sorry, Mistress,’ he responded and gripped her hips as he withdrew, holding them tightly as he slammed forward. Kaitlin threw her head back and gasped loudly, tears of delight prickling the corners of her eyes. His thighs slapped against hers as he slammed into her over and over again. He rocked her against the stool as he fucked her harshly, bruising her pussy as he forced her to the point of climax. Suddenly she cried out, tossing her sweat soaked hair as her climax soaked them both. A few moments later she heard him say, ‘Mistress, may I come?’ ‘Fill her up so I can lick her clean.’ Kaitlin came again at the sound of her words and the man’s firm, final thrusts. A few minutes later she climaxed again as Madeline did exactly as she had said. She was then released from the cuffs and rolled off the stool. She lay on her side, watching intently as Madeline leant back over the stool, spreading her legs. Amazingly, the man was hard again and he knelt between her legs. ‘Thank you for letting me honour your pussy, Mistress,’ he said quietly as he slid his cock into her. ‘Just fuck me hard and deep ... and make me come quickly or I’ll whip your arse raw.’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ he responded and bent to grip her ankles, lifting her legs to penetrate her deeply. She groaned over and over, turning to stare at Kaitlin. Kaitlin stared back, her hand slipping between her legs to tease her sore pussy. Madeline smiled at her and sighed, ‘Be thankful that you are not further along ... or I would punish you for doing that without permission.’ Kaitlin was too far gone to fully consider her words. She slipped her fingers into her cunt, rubbing her thumb over her clitoris. The sight of Kaitlin pleasuring herself quickly drew Madeline to the point of no return and both women climaxed noisily. The man left a few minutes after and Kaitlin was left to stare silently at the dark ceiling. ‘Did you enjoy that?’ Kaitlin’s eyes flicked to Madeline but before she could answer, she heard her mobile ringing. With a sigh she rolled onto her side and lifted herself up. ‘Ignore it,’ Madeline told her.

‘I can’t,’ she replied as she climbed to her feet and went to her pile of clothes. ‘Why not?’ Kaitlin glanced at her as she lifted her phone out of her jacket pocket, ‘Have you forgotten what I do for a living?’ Madeline gave a small shrug and turned away. With a sigh, Kaitlin flicked her phone open, ‘Yeah?’ ‘Your telephone manner has improved then.’ ‘What’s up, Parker?’ ‘Pub ... drink ... now ...’ Kaitlin frowned, ‘What?’ ‘Damn it, Anderson, where’s your head at?’ Parker laughed, clearly he had already more than one drink, ‘Collins was remanded in custody this morning? The wanker we’ve been after? You remember him, right?’ She cursed and started to dress even as she answered him, ‘Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep on the sofa.’ ‘Yeah, well get your arse down here, the DCI is asking after you and wants to buy you a drink.’ ‘Twenty minutes,’ she told him and closed the phone. When she looked around the room, Madeline was gone. Sighing again, she finished dressing and then left. She took her bike to the pub and parked it securely – she would be getting a cab home later. Parker waved her towards a quieter table in the crowded pub and let Kaitlin down half of her drink before he started with the questions. ‘At home were you?’ She eyed him over the glass, ‘Yes, why?’ He shrugged. Sighing, she lowered the glass, ‘Spit it out.’ The smile threatened to split his face in half, ‘You’ve got a fella.’ ‘What?’ she spluttered, ‘Who the fuck told you that?’ ‘It’s obvious,’ he responded and sipped his drink before continuing, ‘I’ve noticed it for a couple of weeks but didn’t say anything. Then a couple of the guys at the station asked me.’ ‘And on what evidence is this crap based?’ Parker counted the points off on his fingers, ‘You look happier, you smile occasionally – which makes that more than usual – you even cracked a joke yesterday.’ ‘So?’ she shrugged nonchalantly even though her heart was racing. She had certainly felt happier since spending time with Madeline – had it really shown that much? She noticed that Parker was studying her carefully and she stared back, ‘You’re barking up the wrong tree.’ ‘Seriously?’ he laughed but it was clear that he would take her at her word with no further argument. With a small nod he pointed at her glass, ‘Another one?’ ‘My round,’ she responded and went to the bar. There were several variations of ‘back-slapping’, about Collins’ remand, as she got the drinks. Normally she would have enjoyed the praise of her colleagues but Parker’s words had dampened her mood. She was determined not to let it show, knowing that would only refuel his suspicions. So she did all she could to get into the spirit of things and shared a cab with Parker later that night. She awoke the following morning with a hangover from hell and was thankful for the weekend. She spent most of the day in bed. When she awoke on the Sunday it was with a

sense of dread. She showered and dressed, seeing no point in putting off the inevitable. She rode to Madeline’s. She rung the doorbell and waited. She was about to ring again when the door opened. ‘I called you,’ Madeline announced in greeting as she turned and headed to the ‘playroom’. Kaitlin cursed and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She had turned it off at some point during the Friday night and hadn’t switched it back on. ‘I’m sorry, I had it switched off.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because I didn’t want to be disturbed.’ Madeline glanced over her shoulder, ‘I’m a disturbance?’ ‘No, of course not,’ Kaitlin replied quickly, ‘We had a good result at work and I was celebrating on Friday night ... Saturday morning wasn’t so good.’ Madeline walked to the side of the playroom and returned with a pair of handcuffs that she lifted, ‘Hold out your hands,’ Kaitlin slipped the phone back into her pocket and cleared her throat, ‘I’m not here for that.’ ‘Really?’ Madeline laughed, ‘You’re not here to be fucked?’ Kaitlin swallowed as a rush of heat ran up her inner thighs. She shook her head, ‘I can’t do this anymore.’ Madeline slowly lowered the cuffs, her expression didn’t show any surprise. ‘Why?’ ‘My colleagues are becoming suspicious ...’ she stopped herself, knowing that whatever she said would sound ridiculous. Her colleagues had no idea that she was coming here and there was even less chance that they knew what she was doing. But Parker’s words the other night had served to make her realise that she was playing a dangerous game with Madeline – one that she wasn’t willing to play any longer. ‘Your colleagues have seen a change in you,’ Madeline announced, ‘a change that you only really noticed when it was mentioned.’ Kaitlin slowly nodded. Madeline sighed, ‘It happens.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ she turned and walked over to put the cuffs away, ‘I have seen it happen to others. I have lost many ... friends ... when they realised that this ...’ she waved her hands to encompass the playroom, ‘... was all a bit too much to fit into their lives.’ Kaitlin smiled with relief, ‘It means a lot that you understand.’ ‘My darling,’ Madeline laughed, ‘if anyone would understand ... it’s me.’ She took Kaitlin’s hands in hers, ‘Just do one last thing for me ... for us ... before you go.’ ‘If I can.’ ‘Try a frame ... experience it just once.’ Kaitlin glanced at an x-shaped frame to her right. She had often studied it. Had wondered, what it would feel like to be held within it. To be so completely trapped ... She remembered the bed that Madeline had chained her to and her pussy warmed at the memory. She had only been bound like that once and she knew that the softness of the mattress beneath her had eased her, making her feel less trapped. It was strange and irrational – but so were most of her reactions within this room. They had only used the bed once. Kaitlin had found the feel of handcuffs to be the most arousing and, sensing such, Madeline had used them frequently since. She looked at the frame again. How different would it feel? Another memory heated her pussy – a slave spread-eagled within the frame. Already striped and sweating with

arousal. How had she felt as the cuffs had closed over her wrists? Had there been a moment of fear or did she trust her Mistress so completely that the pleasure was all the mattered? Kaitlin wasn’t like that, she wasn’t a slave. She had never called Madeline Mistress, despite the other woman’s disapproval – if she allowed herself to be restrained in that frame, was she crossing that line that she had drawn for herself? Her eyes found Madeline who was waiting patiently for her response. She took a deep breath, ready to say No, but then she saw the lust shining in Madeline’s eyes and knew that it was mirrored in her own. Slowly she nodded, ‘Okay,’ ‘Excellent,’ Madeline breathed, ‘you won’t regret it.’ Kaitlin allowed a tiny smile to play across her lips as she slipped her jacket off her shoulders. As the leather pooled on the floor, Madeline stepped forward, her fingers moving to the buttons of Kaitlin’s shirt. Kaitlin lowered her hands and studied her as she slowly undressed her. When she was naked, she shivered as Madeline circled her, studying every inch of her naked skin. By the time Madeline led her to the frame, Kaitlin was quivering with anticipation. The wood of the frame was cold against her skin as she stepped back against it. Madeline lifted her wrists and fastened them tightly in the leather cuffs. Gasping, Kaitlin clenched and unclenched her fists. ‘Relax,’ Madeline whispered as she knelt to pull her legs apart and fasten her ankles. She lifted and suddenly her mouth was at Kaitlin’s pussy. ‘Oh God!’ Kaitlin cried as her pussy responded instantly to the delicious touch of her tongue. Her body shuddered, the feel of the restraints adding to the burning desire that flooded through her. Madeline continued to work at her pussy lips, flicking her tongue over her clitoris and between her labia. Sucking at the juice that her attentions were causing. ‘Oh God, yes!’ Kaitlin hissed, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes. She groaned with disappointment as Madeline stood. ‘You want me to make you come?’ Kaitlin slowly opened her eyes, ‘Yes,’ ‘Then you know what to call me,’ her fingers slipped between her labia lips, making Kaitlin groan again, ‘Well?’ ‘I can’t,’ Kaitlin hissed. ‘That’s up to you,’ she responded as her fingers pinched her clitoris and then she withdrew her hand. Kaitlin pulled uselessly at the bonds as Madeline turned away. She watched her move to the side of the room and when she turned, a whip in her hand, Kaitlin’s throat instantly dried. She tried to stay calm and stared at Madeline as she returned, the strands of the flogger swinging beside her. When she was standing in front of her, Madeline lifted the whip so that Kaitlin could see it. She pulled at the bonds again, ‘Please, don’t,’ ‘And that is how you ask me?’ And so she was trapped. She knew that anger should have been her reaction but too many other emotions flooded through her – any anger that she might have felt was swamped by fear, anxiety, arousal and sheer desire. ‘Ask me properly and all that you desire will be yours.’ Kaitlin swallowed past the dryness in her throat, ‘Please don’t whip me ... Mistress.’ A flicker pulled at the corners of Madeline’s mouth, ‘And now you would like me to fuck you?’ ‘Yes ... please ...’ she swallowed again and closed her eyes, ‘... Mistress.’ To hear herself say it was strangely wonderful and she slowly opened her eyes. She gasped as

Madeline lifted her hands and deftly fastened a ball-gag around her head. She stared at the Mistress with wide, fearful eyes. ‘And now you will learn one of the most important lessons of all,’ Madeline announced as she stepped back and lifted the flogger, ‘your Mistress will do as she pleases.’ Kaitlin shook her head, mumbling uselessly against the gag as she watched the flogger being lifted. A tiny flick to separate the strands and then those leather strips were flying towards her flesh. The flogger found her breast and Kaitlin jumped within the frame. She stared at Madeline with surprised fear as a strange chill ran up her spine. It was quickly followed by a pleasant burning where the, initially stunned, nerve endings reacted to the blow. Another blow found the same spot and then another. Each one building the heat of the previous one. Blow after blow found her virgin flesh and she gasped behind the gag as the burn became more intense. The speed of the blows picked up, driving Kaitlin from her senses. She screamed against the gag, shaking her head from side to side, desperate for Madeline to stop – not to ease the pain but to ease the terrible throbbing that ticked in her loins. When Madeline did finally lower the whip, Kaitlin gave a small sob and hung her head. She sensed the Mistress move and slowly lifted her head. She shook her head again as the flogger was aimed at her other breast. Building on the fire that already seized her chest, the blows quickly became too intense to handle and Kaitlin screamed over and over, tears rolling down her cheeks. She gasped and coughed as the ball-gag was unfastened. ‘Please ...’ she gasped, although she wasn’t sure what she was begging for. ‘You can tell me to stop anytime you want,’ Madeline announced, her calm voice in stark contrast to the maelstrom that Kaitlin was feeling. The words leapt to Kaitlin’s lips – but there they stayed. A knowing smile spread across Madeline’s lips, ‘I promise you, if you can take just five more – your climax will be like nothing you have ever felt before. Kaitlin knew that – had known it the moment the flogger had first found her skin. It was that, more than anything that scared her. She feared that if she let it happen, if she crossed the line to experience the ultimate pleasure, would she ever be satisfied again? Would sex ever be enough? The flogger landed across her breasts and she knew that there was no stopping this thrill ride. She had to see it through to the shuddering end. Four more blows fell across her skin and she quivered with the certain knowledge of what was to come as the flogger was cast aside. First, Madeline’s tongue teased her climax to breaking point and held her there, gasping and shuddering, desperate for the release that had been promised her, but equally desperate not to ask for it. Madeline’s tongue moved and was replaced by her fingers. Three digits slid easily into her soaking pussy and she started to climax immediately. But even as she screamed her release, another quickly built and then another – too many to count, too many to bear. She screamed and sobbed as the slender fingers thrust into her. Madeline had been right, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. And at the same time she realised that her fears had been justified – she succumbed to the pleasure and knew that it would not be the last time that shivers of pleasure seared her stinging skin. At some point she was released from the frame so that she could pleasure Madeline. She moved with a fervour she had never known but which felt as natural as the sting at her breasts. The sound of Madeline’s pleasure was as arousing as anything she had done that night and as the sound of her climax rolled over them both, she heard Madeline whisper, ‘You are mine now.’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she whispered. ***

The cold light of day. Kaitlin stared at the closed curtains and the thin sliver of early morning light that slipped through the join between them. Her mind drifted between vague thoughts as her fingers stroked idly at her breast. The barest of smiles played at her lips. Slowly her other hand slipped between her thighs and pressed gently at her bruised pussy. Her Mistress had given her no respite after her own climax and had dragged climax after climax from Kaitlin’s throbbing cunt. She had got home at some point and fallen into a dreamless sleep. And now she was awake and fully aware of what had happened, her thoughts unhampered by strange, lustful emotions. And in the cold light of day, she couldn’t wait to see her Mistress again. Her fingers stopped and her eyes narrowed as she considered what that meant. Could she do this? Could she truly lead a double life? She thought of everything that had happened before Madeline had come into her life and couldn’t help but wonder ... had she even had a life before then? Her fingers slipped easily into her soaking pussy and she arched her back, gasping and closing her eyes. She clamped her thighs together, crushing her hand as she stroked her fingers deep inside her. Her clitoris and pussy lips burned and she gave a small cry, wishing that it was her Mistress’s fingers that penetrated her.

Chapter Six: Time moved on. A new case landed on her desk and DS Kaitlin Anderson began the investigation with the usual fervour that had cemented her reputation as one of the best detectives in the Met – a downright hard bitch – but one of the best. She worked long hours, longer than anyone else on the small team. She was DS Anderson – the same as she had been before she had met Madeline. And then came the visits to Madeline’s home. As soon as she stepped through the door, DS Anderson was gone. Not just pushed aside, but forgotten. By the time she had stripped her clothes off and waited, naked and quivering with anticipation, for the attentions of her Mistress – DS Anderson had become a stranger to her. Anything that had happened that day was cast from her thoughts as if it had never happened and she was born again as the quiet, submissive creation of her Mistress. Tonight, her Mistress had called her with a simple statement, ‘Nine o’ clock.’ No further instruction had been needed and Kaitlin had responded with equal simplicity, ‘Yes, Mistress.’ It was ten minutes to nine when she had entered the house but her Mistress had not shown herself until nine o’clock. And now she circled her, the thin crop that she carried resting lightly against her shoulder. ‘You pleasured yourself.’ Kaitlin took a deep breath. How her Mistress knew was a mystery. She had undressed, ready to bathe before leaving to come here and the sheer weight of arousal had weighed painfully upon her. It had only taken a few strokes with her fingers inside her soaking pussy and she was gasping with climax. It had been quick and far from satisfying but it had helped her to take the edge off her arousal. She should have known better. Her Mistress always knew when she did such things and a punishment now surely awaited her. This knowledge had perhaps driven her fingers into her as much as any desire. ‘And what makes you think that you have the right to pleasure this body?’ her Mistress asked as she ran the end of the crop over the mound of her buttocks. A sharp snap and Kaitlin took half a step forward, gasping at the sudden sting. She quickly straightened, putting her hands behind her back and presenting her breasts as her Mistress stepped in front of her. Each nipple received several sharp flicks from the crop, each one hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. ‘You haven’t answered my question.’ Kaitlin licked her dry lips, ‘I have no right to pleasure this body, Mistress, I’m sorry.’ ‘Who does have the right?’ ‘You, Mistress,’ she whispered, ‘You and you alone have the right to pleasure this body.’ Madeline circled her several more times before stopping behind her, stroking her buttocks with the crop again. She leant forward slightly, ‘As you said, I alone have the right to pleasure this body ... and with that right comes the right to allow others to pleasure it as I see fit.’ Kaitlin tensed as the meaning of her Mistress’ words became clear. She sensed another approaching but she dared not turn to see who it was, she was already in enough trouble. She gasped as a blindfold was slipped over her eyes, blinding her perfectly. Her hands were pulled in front of her and fastened in metal cuffs, the short chain between them clinking loudly in the silence. Her ankles were pushed apart and then she felt leather sliding around her calf. A slight movement and she realised that a spreader bar had been put

between her legs, keeping her ankles firmly apart. She strained to hear and managed to catch the clinking of metal. ‘Hands above your head,’ her Mistress commanded. She did so, breathing heavily as the chain between her wrists was slipped over a hook. The same clinking started again and Kaitlin gasped as her arms were pulled taut. The upward movement continued and she had to stretch to keep her toes touching the floor in an attempt to stop herself from moving. After a few moments, the chain above her was tightened even further and, with a small cry, Kaitlin felt her feet lift from the ground. Her body slowly turned and she marvelled at the unbelievable sensation. Spread wide by the bar between her ankles, hands secure above her head and completely blind – she was truly at the mercy of her Mistress and the unseen stranger who had joined them. ‘Hear me well, slave,’ Madeline announced, running the crop along her thigh, ‘I will punish you for your indiscretion later ... let that thought warm your filthy pussy while I enjoy the sight of your abuse now.’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she whispered in reply, her whisper turning into a small cry as a stinging blow from the crop flattened her breasts a few inches above her nipples. The crop stung her flesh over and over, the blows and her quivered reaction causing her to slowly spin. She quickly became light-headed and the strange sensation of being suspended above the floor made her feel as if she were hovering. The whipping was the most amazing build up and through the rising pain of it, her arousal grew to match. One overriding thought kept the cries at her lips and her nipples hard – this was what living was. Suffering the whims of her Mistress, for the pleasure of her Mistress – nothing else mattered but that. The whipping, which had seemed to last an eternity while the blows raised welts on her sweat-smothered skin, now quickly ended and she was lowered to the floor and laid upon her back, arms still cuffed and legs widely spread. Her heart quickened at the thought of what was to come. The cock slid into her in one deep, violent thrust. With a cry she lifted her hips and cried out as she was penetrated deeply. There was no pause, no hesitation. The cock withdrew and then plunged back into her. The rhythmic fucking soon had her buttocks slapping the floor and the sheer animalistic nature of it had her screaming. Despite the wild build up of pleasure, Kaitlin retained enough of her senses to remember that she had already angered her Mistress tonight and she was determined not to do it again. ‘Mistress, may I come?’ The answer was a long time coming but eventually Madeline replied, ‘And if I said no – how could an over-sexed slut such as yourself hope to stop your desires?’ ‘Mistress, if you command it then I ... I ..’ she didn’t finish the sentence, she didn’t know what to say. Her Mistress laughed with genuine amusement before announcing, ‘You may come, slut and be grateful for it.’ ‘Yes, Mistress ... thank you Mistress!’ the last syllable turned into cry as the cock drove into her, spurred on by the Madeline’s permission. Kaitlin cried out and shuddered uncontrollably, her legs banging against the floor and rattling the spreader bar between her ankles. The cock drove into her over and over again, stretching her climax out like a string ready to snap. And when it did snap, when the pleasure could be contained no more, her body succumbed. Her mouth wide open in a silent scream, her body quivering as if electrified as her mind was lost to the temporary abyss of orgasm. The blindfold was yanked from her eyes, the harshness of it pulling her back to her senses. The cock slid from inside her and she looked up to stare at the person who had fucked her so perfectly. Her first sight was the thick rubber dildo, strapped tightly around a

slim, perfect waist. The abdomen above was smooth and fit, above that rounded breasts and swollen nipples. The young woman who stared at her, face flushed with arousal, was gorgeous. Kaitlin stared back dumbly, unable to react. ‘Hands and knees,’ Kaitlin moved on automatic, following her Mistress’ commands without question. The tiniest smile from the naked woman in front of her made Kaitlin’s heart flutter. The woman’s slim fingers unfastened the strap and slipped it carefully around Kaitlin’s waist. She shivered as she felt her nails graze her flesh. The dildo was a strange weight at her front, skewing her centre of gravity. She stared as the young woman turned and presented her arse and pussy. Kaitlin waited, having been given no command from her Mistress. ‘I would like to see you fuck this slave,’ Madeline announced as she moved over to tap the young woman between the shoulder blades, ‘Fuck her hard,’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Kaitlin replied and shuffled forward. Her hands gently gripped the other woman’s hips as she gently pulled her back. She hissed as the crop suddenly stung her back, ‘What did I just fucking say?’ ‘Sorry, Mistress,’ Kaitlin said and quickly positioned the dildo at the entrance to the slave’s cunt. Gripping her hips, she pulled her back as she pushed forward and the slave’s head flew back, her scream ripping the air. Kaitlin pulled back and the crop sliced her buttocks, driving her forward again, making them both cry out. The crop set the tempo of her fucking and she revelled in its command. The crop timed her thrusts and sent her thrusting harshly into the other slave until, within minutes, they were both panting with lust. Her buttocks were soon on fire to such a degree that she barely noticed when the beating had stopped. The thick end of a dildo pushed at her slick cunt and she tensed with anticipation, her nails digging into the quivering hips before her. The dildo slid home and Kaitlin sighed, feeling another climax begin in her loins. She was aware of her Mistress’ thighs pressing against her own and she sighed with gratitude – truly her Mistress was honouring her tonight. All too soon the fake cock slid from her pussy and the two slaves were commanded to separate. ‘On your back,’ Madeline told Kaitlin who quickly obeyed. A nod from the tall Mistress and the other slave sat astride the glistening rubber that jutted upwards from Kaitlin’s pelvis. With a sigh she slid down its length, closing her eyes and quivering. A flick from the crop sent her forward and their breasts pressed together, their lips meeting. Their kiss was hungry and made Kaitlin’s head swim with desire for the beautiful creature. Suddenly the slave pulled back and the echo of the crop rippled the air around them. Her buttocks quivered as further blows lined her flesh. Kaitlin watched her as she quivered beneath the whip, her own arousal almost unbearable. Then suddenly the slave’s eyes widened with surprise, quickly followed by intense pleasure. She gasped and cried out, ‘Ohhhh ... thank you, Mistress!’ Kaitlin glanced over her shoulder to see Madeline sliding the dildo between the slave’s buttocks and into her tighter passage. The slave came quickly, gasping and screaming her thanks to their Mistress as her juices soaked Kaitlin’s thighs. Kaitlin held the quivering slave as she sobbed against her shoulder. When their Mistress was done, they both turned to offer thanks and drove their Mistress to the very brinks of delight. Kaitlin worked hard to please her Mistress, knowing that she might perhaps earn a little respite from the punishment that had been promised her. When she had recovered enough, Madeline sent the other slave away and then moved to the side of the room. She returned a few moments later with a set of harsh metal clamps. Kaitlin studied them and knew, with a familiar flutter in her groin, that no respite would be forthcoming.

Chapter Seven: The slave who had fucked Kaitlin after her first suspension was called Anna. Shorter than their Mistress but dark-haired also. Kaitlin quickly realised that she was a customer of Madeline’s, one who had decided to pay extra to enjoy similar delights again. Nothing was mentioned but Kaitlin was shrewd enough to know a business transaction when she saw one. Kaitlin should have perhaps been aggrieved that her Mistress was making money out of her – after all, Anna was paying to be abused and fucked, if Kaitlin was party to that, what did that make her? But the thought never entered her head. Her Mistress commanded her and she obeyed. If she wanted Kaitlin to tongue Anna’s soaking pussy while she hung from the ceiling, quivering under the blows of a harsh flogger, then Kaitlin would do so without question. The rewards to follow were priceless and Kaitlin almost felt sorry for Anna – she was paying for such pleasures, Kaitlin was not. Kaitlin thrust the dildo into Anna one last time and rolled off, breathless and flushed with passion. After a moment to recover, Anna rolled off the bed and nodded at their Mistress before she moved to the corner of the room to dress. From her seat in the shadows, Madeline studied her in silence. Once dressed, some of Anna’s normal persona returned and she met Madeline’s gaze, ‘Next week, as arranged?’ she asked and then added almost as an afterthought, ‘Mistress.’ Madeline nodded, ‘Of course.’ ‘Excellent,’ Anna breathed and smiled at Kaitlin, ‘See you then.’ ‘You did well tonight,’ Madeline announced, making Kaitlin’s chest flush with pride, ‘Do you think you deserve a reward?’ ‘Serving you is reward enough, Mistress,’ she replied with a coy smile, ‘but if you wish more of me ...’ ‘You have earned a treat,’ came the response, ‘you may use that dildo on yourself.’ ‘Thank you, Mistress,’ Kaitlin quickly unfastened the phallus and fell back onto the bed, spreading her thighs and sliding it into her hot pussy. She adjusted the straps so that the leather fell over her labia and clitoris, rubbing against the sensitive flesh as she thrust it back and forth. ‘Tomorrow night we are going to a club,’ Madeline announced as she approached the bed, a glass of wine in her hand. ‘Yes, Mistress?’ Kaitlin gasped. ‘Normally I would not take such a new slave to a club but ... you are a fast learner.’ ‘You honour me ... Mistress.’ She slowed the speed of her thrusts as she asked, ‘Mistress, what will be expected of me?’ Madeline slowly put the glass down and leant over the bed, taking the dildo from Kaitlin’s quivering fingers. She slid it back to its tip and then slammed it forward, making Kaitlin cry out, ‘You will obey,’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ ‘You will suffer for my pleasure ...’ she slammed the dildo in again, ‘... you will fuck for my pleasure ...’ another violent thrust, ‘... you will do all that is asked of you, for my pleasure.’ ‘I will, Mistress,’ Kaitlin groaned, tipping her head back as each forceful thrust lifted her hips from the bed. Suddenly she screamed and the relaxed, panting with spent lust. She lifted her head, ‘Mistress, may I honour you now?’

Madeline shook her head, ‘I shall keep myself aroused until tomorrow night – my climax will be all the better for it.’ Kaitlin dipped her head, ‘I hope I am the one to give you such pleasure,’ Madeline laughed harshly, ‘No, I shall seek out a thick cock to fill my pussy and I shall find an even larger one to stretch you wide.’ She swallowed, ‘Thank you, Mistress.’ ‘Get dressed and get out – be back tomorrow at nine.’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ the harsh words cooled the sweat on her skin but the anticipation of what was to come heated her soaking pussy. *** The smell of sex permeated every inch of the club and hung like a blanket in the very air. An intoxicating atmosphere that was smelt and felt at the same time. Sights of leatherbound bodies and naked flesh greeted Kaitlin as she stepped into the club, trailing at her Mistress’ heels. Suited gentlemen and well-dressed ladies moved between them or sat and surveyed the delights from well-placed tables. In the centre of the club was a circular stage, five silver poles adorned it – although the glinting chains that hung down from each suggested that they were used for something other than dancing. The stage was currently unoccupied and Kaitlin was thankful for that – her senses were being battered enough already and the anticipation that had grown steadily during the day was almost painful as it ignited her nerve endings. She followed her Mistress to an unoccupied table and knelt on the floor beside her, head bowed and arms behind her back. She was dressed in tight, sheer black jeans and black leather pumps. On top she wore a deep red, silk blouse and nothing beneath. She lifted her head slightly and studied the other submissives. Some were dressed in fetishwear, others were naked. Some were dressed as she was in dark, yet plain and ordinary clothing. Each one looked both fearful and excited, clearly marking them as newbies – as her Mistress had explained. Only the experienced slaves were dressed to match their level – the naked slaves being the most experienced. Kaitlin wondered if she would ever walk naked through this room. The thought tightened her nipples and made her pussy spasm. She pushed the thoughts aside and concentrated on the feel of her Mistress beside her – if she didn’t calm herself, the first touch of a firm hand and she would climax instantly. Such an occurrence would shame her Mistress and the thought of that was like a shower of cold water. ‘The gentleman offers you a drink,’ Kaitlin jumped at the sound of a light, female voice and she looked up. The waitress was dressed in a tight white blouse and short skirt, her naked thighs were smooth and gorgeous. As Kaitlin watched, the waitress waved her hand towards another table and a Master seated there raised his glass in greeting, smiling at Madeline. A soft laugh rippled from Madeline’s throat as she shook her head, ‘You can tell Master David that my slave is far too new to have his attentions – as he knows full well. Tell him that if I wanted my slave’s arse ruined by a huge cock, I would have gone to him first.’ ‘Yes, ma’am.’ The waitress moved to the other table. A few moments later the sound of his good natured laugh echoed over to them and he nodded before standing and turning for the bar. They were offered drinks by three others over the next few minutes, but Madeline declined them all. ‘I grow weary of some of the people in this club,’ she announced, ‘they do not bother to look at the position of a slave before offering their attentions.’ ‘Mistress, may I ask a question?’

‘Yes,’ ‘Do you know everyone here?’ Madeline sighed, ‘I know many and I know the types. Were I not more careful I would have had many a slave ruined by a careless hand.’ ‘Then I am grateful to have you, Mistress.’ ‘As you should be with every breath that you take.’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she whispered and lowered her head again. More offers were given and refused and Madeline also offered drinks to different Masters and Mistresses. Her offers were also turned down as the dominants sought more experienced flesh. Kaitlin started to worry that her inexperience would fail her Mistress and she glanced up. Her Mistress seemed unconcerned though and Kaitlin relaxed. They had been in the club for perhaps half an hour when a middle-aged Master approached their table. He held a glass of wine out to Madeline who studied him for a moment before nodding and taking the glass. Smiling, he sat beside her and leant forward to study Kaitlin. ‘Has your bitch got a name?’ Madeline’s eyebrows flicked up, ‘My bitch is Kat.’ Her tone suggested that she was unhappy with his question and he nodded an apology. They sipped their wine in silence for several moments before he moved his hand to rest it on Madeline’s thigh. ‘Would you like a sample?' she asked him. His smile was enough of an answer and he leant back to unfasten his fly, freeing his rapidly hardening cock. ‘Get to it,’ Madeline snapped and Kaitlin quickly crawled around the table, moving between his spread legs and clasping the root of his cock between her fingers. Her lips moved over his dome, flicking the end with her tongue and making him groan loudly. She slipped her lips over his cock and sucked him down to his root, making him gasp and quiver. From the corner of her eye she could see her Mistress watching intently, making sure that she was servicing the man properly. She worked hard to do her proud and within minutes the man was groaning loudly. Suddenly he bucked his hips and shot his seed deep down her throat. ‘Well now,’ the man laughed breathlessly, ‘I hope her pussy feels as good as her mouth.’ Madeline smiled at him as she stood, ‘I have it on good authority that her pussy is one of the best fuck holes around ... her arse too.’ ‘Excellent,’ he breathed as he stood beside her and directed towards the back of the club, ‘shall we?’ They led her to a private room with low lighting and an array of tools. Two chains hung from the ceiling and it was towards these that the man directed. ‘I think she will do best here, don’t you think? A little whipping to start?’ Madeline nodded, ‘Yes, but I must recommend the flogger to warm her up, she is a little inexperienced.’ With his back to her, Madeline didn’t see the look that flashed across his face but Kaitlin did and she was about to say something but his dark gaze cut her off. ‘Strip,’ he ordered. Kaitlin glanced at Madeline who gave a small nod. ‘Inexperienced and unruly,’ he announced as he watched her strip, ‘she looks to you for permission when I give her a command.’

Madeline gave a tiny shrug, ‘She is still learning, yes.’ She moved to the rack of whips and retrieved a flogger with thick, leather straps. When she had finished undressing, he studied her naked form with interest before nodding slowly, ‘Very nice.’ He clipped her wrists in the cuffs, holding her hands above her head, bent at the elbows. Then he turned and approached a rack, retrieving a wicked looking crop. Madeline studied it before saying, ‘I shall whip her with this first and then you can see how well her flesh takes that.’ His eyes darkened as he turned back to her, ‘No. You are going to leave and I am going to use this to make your slave scream before I fuck her pussy and then her arse.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ Madeline demanded. ‘You heard me,’ he snarled, flicking the crop at his side, ‘Now get out, this is no place for you, your slave needs a man to beat her.’ Madeline sighed angrily, ‘Damn it, pull that shit over at the Master’s Club, not here.’ He stared at her, ‘And now that I have your slave strung up and at my mercy, what is it you plan to do about it?’ When Madeline didn’t answer he snarled a laugh, ‘Go on, get out!’ Kaitlin looked at her Mistress and they looked stares. She pleaded with her eyes, surely her Mistress wouldn’t leave her to the mercy of this man. ‘Please, Mistress,’ she whispered. ‘Quiet!’ the man yelled, spinning round to deliver a devastating blow across her breasts. She yelped loudly, tears filling her eyes. Through her misted vision she saw her Mistress turn for the door. She jumped when she felt his hand grip her breast and lift it. ‘Lovely titties,’ he announced, ‘they just need a little decorating.’ He moved to the corner of the room and returned with two shining clamps. He made sure that she had a good look before he slipped the metal plate over her left nipple, tightening it until she gasped with pain. He smiled at her reaction and gave two more twists, making her pant. He did the same to the other nipple and then studied her heaving chest, tapping the end of the crop against the flesh. ‘This will bring the blood to the surface nicely,’ he announced with a smile, ‘Tell me, do you and your Mistress have a safe word?' ‘Yes ... Master.’ ‘What is it?’ She swallowed, ‘Surrender ... Master.’ His smiled was nasty as he lifted the crop, ‘We won’t be using the safe word ...’ She closed her eyes as the crop flew towards her breast. She felt it strike, felt her breasts flatten and then swell around it. And then her nerve endings reacted to the blow and she tipped her head back to cry out. Her chest was aflame almost instantly, her nipples hardening in reaction. Her eyes opened to watch as he raised the crop again and another strike found her breasts, less than an inch above her nipples. As her cry faded, she watched him lift the crop again. ‘Please, Master!’ she cried, ‘Please, no more, I beg you!’ He lowered the crop as his lip curled with distaste. ‘Pathetic,’ he sighed, ‘but as you wish, I shall spare your pretty tits.’ He moved round her and she heard the crop cutting the air a moment before it sliced the flesh of her buttocks. Her cry was pitiful, drowning out the sound of the door being opened. Fresh tears, these of relief, rolled from her eyes as she watched her Mistress enter the room. ‘That is enough.’ ‘Oh, and you’re going to stop me are you?’

Madeline stepped further into the room to allow room for an older man and two huge club bouncers to enter behind her. ‘Your membership is hereby cancelled, Mister Grainger,’ the older man announced. The Master glared at them all and angrily tossed the crop aside before storming from the room. ‘Your club is shit anyway, Bane,’ he snarled and then slammed the door behind him. Bane turned to Madeline, taking her hand in his, ‘My sincerest apologies, how can I make it up to you?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Madeline sighed, ‘after all, our evening has been ruined.’ ‘I will not hear of such a thing,’ Bane gasped, ‘You are one of my best customers.’ He clicked his fingers and the two large bouncers started to undress, ‘With the compliments of the house.’ Madeline studied the men as they revealed their muscular, heavy bodies. Both had huge cocks, one more so than the other and Madeline smiled. ‘Yes,’ she breathed, ‘that will do nicely.’ She moved to each man in turn, teasing each cock with her nails and bringing it to full size. ‘I want you,’ she told the one with the larger cock, ‘While you will fuck my slave ... and then you can,’ she told them. They nodded, their eyes shining with eagerness. ‘Easy now boys, my slave will need something to open her up and get her wet for your thick cocks.’ She moved to retrieve a flogger, identical to the one she had first chosen. Kaitlin watched her approach, her eyes shimmering and misting her vision. ‘You would have let him fuck you, wouldn’t you?’ ‘Mistress, I ... I ...’ The flogger stroked her skin with a harsh caress, cutting off her words and forcing air from her lungs. ‘He would have fucked you until you screamed and begged him to stop.’ The flogger fell again and again, driving her breath from her with every stroke. Between the blows she watched the large bouncers. Their huge hands stroked their cocks, eager to sink into the pussies that had been promised them. With her anger finally abated, Madeline turned to the men and slowly lifted her skirts, revealing her naked thighs and cunt. The man with the smaller cock stepped forward as Madeline moved towards the wall and turned round, presenting her arse to him. He smiled as his huge cock nudged at her opening. ‘Make me come but save yourself for later,’ Madeline told him. ‘Of course,’ he replied, ‘it’s just an honour to feel you around my cock.’ ‘Hmmm ...’ Madeline groaned as he slowly, gently slid his cock into her. She gasped as she was stretched around him and he buried himself as deep as he could, only two thirds his length. He fucked her slowly, holding her hips and sliding back and forth. She groaned over and over, closing her eyes and revelling in the feel of him filling her so wonderfully. As her passion grew to near intolerable levels, she nodded at the other man, ‘Take her now!’ ‘With pleasure.’ The man with the enormous cock walked towards her, smiling. She stared at the hardened monster and felt her lips quiver. He moved behind her and she gasped as his enormous helmet pushed at her entrance. She quivered and moaned, fearful that of his size. Then suddenly she gasped as his fingers found her clitoris and soaking labia. He teased her and her head fell back against his shoulder, groaning softly. Her groan turned into a cry of anguish as he thrust himself into her. ‘Oh god!’ she screamed as he started to fuck her. He gripped her hips and pummelled her pussy with his huge cock, shaking her like a rag doll. The pain of his invasion was like nothing she had ever felt before and she sobbed and begged him to stop. He laughed in her ear, his teeth grazing her neck and shoulder. Across the room Madeline cried out as her body

tensed and she gasped her climax. The man thrust into her a few more times before he dropped to his knees and cleaned her spent juices from her thighs and pussy lips. ‘Hmmm ...’ she sighed and gently pushed him away, ‘... your friend is almost done.’ ‘Thank you,’ he sighed and moved to stand in front of Kaitlin, stroking his huge cock as he watched her being tossed around, only her hands in the cuffs above her head keeping her steady. Suddenly the man inside her grunted and semen squirted from her pussy to run down her legs. She gasped at the feel of it, at her position. Her cry turned into a sob as he slipped from inside her, her swollen pussy lips quivering. ‘My turn,’ the other bouncer announced and moved in on her. His huge hands gripped her buttocks and lifted her up, forcing her thighs around his waist. She crossed her ankles behind him, gasping as her shoulders strained against her weight. But then he was lifting her up and positioning her over his huge cock, still wet with her Mistress’ juices. His cock felt hot as it pressed against her bruised, sore opening. Then suddenly he thrust her down and she screamed pitifully, her pain merging with pleasure and leaving her breathless. He lifted her and then thrust her down again, using his enormous strength to brutally fuck her. ‘Oh yeah,’ he groaned, ‘Hey, Jay, come stick your fingers up this whore’s arse.’ ‘I’d rather shove my cock up there ... but okay.’ Kaitlin screamed as he slid two thick fingers into her anus and twisted them. As he did, the man who was fucking her leant back so that his companion could reach round and stroke her clitoris. ‘She’s gonna fucking squirt,’ Jay laughed. ‘Just the way I like!’ the other grunted. Kaitlin screamed, her body racked by spasms as her climax tore through her. She screamed over and over as he continued to fuck her, her juice spraying across his chest. With a grunt he suddenly pulled free and aimed his cock at her breasts. Splashes of hot come sprayed the underside of her breasts and she succumbed to her climax, sagging from the chains. Kaitlin felt fingers touching her chin and she lifted her head, her eyes meeting Madeline’s. They stared at each other for several moments before her Mistress said, ‘Welcome to the club, Kat.’

Chapter Eight: She became Kat. With the new name came a sense of freedom – the chance to be someone else. After a few visits to the club and more successful companions for her Mistress, she was provided with a pair of tight leather trousers and a leather bra. How her Mistress had managed to arrange the perfect fit was testament to her skills and Kat was honoured to wear it – even if the outfit was stripped from her quick enough. She was no longer just a submissive, she was now a slave and her Mistress seemed keen to share her with as many dominants as possible. Kat closed her eyes and waited for the first blow of the crop. She was bent double, only the bar at her stomach and the cuffs that pinned her ankles and wrists to the floor keeping her up. Blood rushed to her head, thumping in her temples. Her buttocks quivered, the butt plug that had been shoved into her arse glinted under the harsh light. Her Mistress had added lubricant to the rubber phallus but it had still stretched her painfully and she had almost used the safe word. She had forced herself to hold off and a moment later her sphincter muscle had closed over the narrow end and the wider base was squashed between her cheeks. Pride had swelled in her chest, she had not given in and now she would surely be rewarded. But the painful butt plug had just been the start. Spun around by the young Master, who had enjoyed her before, her ankles had been cuffed to the floor and the cold bar pressed into her stomach as she was pushed over it. As she bent over, she caught sight of her Mistress who was bending a harsh looking crop between her hands. She had not used the safe word during any of these visits to the club – but her Mistress and Master Jake were pushing her to her very limits, almost as if they wanted to hear her scream her surrender. She heard the swish of the crop a moment before it struck her skin – slicing across the centre of her rounded buttocks and across the base of the plug. Oh God, it hurt. The scream that tore from her throat surprised even her and she bit her lip, ashamed of her reaction. The next blow was just as devastating and she screamed again, misted eyes staring behind her to the suited legs of Master Jake. She knew, from previous experience, that he was strong and he seemed to be using all his strength to deliver the crop across her skin. She managed to take five more terrible blows before she could take no more. ‘Master ...’ she cried, ‘... please! I surrender!’ He lowered the crop immediately and she quivered with relief. ‘Stand her up now!’ Her Mistress’ voice sent a freezing chill of fear through her. ‘Mistress, I am sorry ...’ she gasped and then sobbed, ‘... Mistress, I will take more.’ ‘Stand the bitch up ... now!’ Quivering with fear, Kat quickly stood once her hands were released. She dared to look at her Mistress but quickly lowered her gaze when she saw the anger in her eyes. Her ankles were released as her Mistress slowly walked over and then held her hand out for the crop. The Master Jake gave it to her and then retreated to the shadows. ‘Reach back and hold the bar,’ Kat’s eyes flicked to the crop and she swallowed as she leant back to grip the cold metal. The angle presented her breasts to her Mistress and Kat quivered uncontrollably. ‘Who is your Mistress?’ ‘Mistress? I don’t understand.’ The crop sliced her breasts and she cried out, letting go of the bar and sagging to her knees. ‘Get up!’

Kat sobbed with fear as she stood up. She had never known her Mistress so angry and she suddenly feared that if the punishment became more than she could bear, then no safe word could save her. The thought of no restrictions, no escape, was intoxicating and she leant back to grip the bar. Casting her eyes down and staring with fascination at the purple line that striped across her chest. ‘I will ask you again and I suggest, for the sake of your tits, that you answer me correctly ... who is your Mistress?’ ‘You are, Mistress,’ Madeline nodded as she stroked the end of the crop across her breasts, igniting the nerve endings and preparing them for the blow that was sure to follow. She flicked her wrists, making Kat gasp as the crop struck again. ‘Then perhaps you could tell me why it was Master Jake that you begged for mercy ...’ Kat swallowed again, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes, ‘Mistress, I’m sorry,’ Her cry was piercing as the crop landed harshly across her nipples. ‘Did I ask for an apology?’ The crop landed again and Madeline leant closer as she saw Kat’s eyes widen with pain, ‘If you even think of using the safe words, you will regret it.’ Kaitlin wanted to stare back, to let this woman know that she didn’t want to play this game. This was beyond her comfort zone and she wanted out. She wanted to scream the safe word and end the torture of her poor breasts. But Kat hung her head and mumbled an apology before adding, ‘Mistress, I only begged for mercy from him because he was the one who was ... whipping me.’ She screamed again as the crop found her flesh, once, twice, three agonising times. ‘When I am present, it is me – your Mistress – that you will beg for mercy. You give your safe word to me and if I decide to listen, I will command them to stop. Is that understood?’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ ‘Good,’ she sliced her breasts again and then stepped back, ‘Now, turn around and present your pussy to Master Jake by way of apology.’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ She turned around and bent to grip the bar, pushing her hips back and opening her legs. She watched Master Jake approach, he had already shed his suit trousers and his thick cock was hard. She stared at it hungrily, eager to feel the smooth flesh sliding between her soaking folds. She gasped as his fingers turned the butt plug. She had forgotten about the rubber phallus, having become accustomed to the feel of it inside her, but now the reminder sent a cold shiver of fear up her spine. Master Jake’s thick cock nudged at the entrance to her pussy, made tight by the rubber in her anus. He grunted as he pushed past the resistance and made her cry out as she was filled completely. Her fingers gripped the bar, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as she tried to stay upright beneath his violent thrusts. He fucked her harshly and she gasped over and over, knowing that her Mistress was watching. Suddenly he pulled free and moved round the frame. Still bent and gripping the bar, she opened her mouth and awaited his climax. She concentrated on swallowing every last drop, eager to please her Mistress and earn the reward that her pussy so desperately craved. When he was done, he backed away. Kat waited for further instructions from her Mistress. ‘Who’s next?’ The words, rather than her Mistress’ voice, made Kat look over her shoulder and the breath froze in her throat at the sight of the five men who stood behind her. A large man, muscular and strong, stepped forward. His skin glistened like ebony and his cock was thick and long. She hung her head and closed her eyes. His thick cock pushed first at her stuffed anus, making her gasp, before it slipped lower and into her with one thrust. She tossed her

head back and groaned as quivers of delight ran up her thighs. He fucked her as harshly as the first had, lifting her hips with his strong hands and driving her down onto his spearing cock. She groaned over and over, feeling her climax mounting but knowing that her Mistress had not given her permission to come. She knew that if she asked, no permission would be given – these men were here to fuck her as a punishment, to take pleasure from it would be unthinkable. And so she willed the man to finish and it was with some relief that he suddenly pulled from inside her and moved around. She opened her mouth wide even as the next man slid into her gaping cunt. Then, with her mouth full of come, she drove back against the new man, forcing his cock deep inside her. She moved against his thrusts, urging him to fuck her harder so that he would come quickly. It worked and within minutes he too was moving to her face. The same technique worked with the next man and his come soon settled warmly in her stomach. Her head was swimming with lust as the last man approached and sank his cock inside her. She pushed back, lifting onto her toes to guide him in but his large hand slapped her buttock, ‘Hold still,’ he commanded and slapped her again. His huge hands spread her buttocks painfully, his thumb pressing against the base of the butt plug as he started to fuck her. He was slow to start, sinking in deep and holding for a moment before withdrawing to the tip, pausing, and then driving in again. She gasped and groaned with each thrust, her senses swamped by lust and desire. God, she wanted to come ... needed to come. She lifted her head, searching for her Mistress. Madeline stood in front of her, her eyes cold. She lowered her head again and allowed a small sob to escape her lips. Suddenly he picked up the speed of his thrusts and slammed into her, over and over again, driving her mad with unspent pleasure. She screamed as the butt plug was snatched from her anus and his thick cock slid in. Pierced and stretched so wonderfully, the climax rolled over her in an unstoppable wave of crushing pleasure. She cried out, sobbed and gasped – her fear matching the unbelievable pleasure and heightening it to such a degree that she barely noticed when his come filled her arse. She fell to her knees as he slid from inside her, her hands still gripping the bar and head hanging down. Her back took several blows from a leather flogger as punishment for her climax, each blow adding to the wonderful post-orgasmic quivers that rippled her body. Finally, panting and sobbing with exhaustion, she turned to offer thanks to her Mistress with her tongue and hands. Then she sucked her Mistress’ nipples and squeezed Master Jake’s balls as the two fucked on the floor before she turned and opened her mouth to take yet another mouthful of come. *** The following day she met Parker in the car park of the police station. The stripes across her breasts and arse were a pleasant reminder of the night before but Kaitlin forced the memories from her mind and ignored the warm tingles that spread across her sensitive skin. ‘Did you get it?’ she asked as she unlocked the door. ‘Of course, don’t you trust me?’ She cocked an eyebrow but said nothing as she climbed into the car. Parker slipped into the passenger seat and then they followed a police transit van out of the car park. ‘How many uniforms have we got?’ she asked, glancing in the rear view and noticing that a marked car was following them. ‘Twelve altogether, reckon that’s enough?’ She shrugged, checking the road and then pulling out. ‘According to Collins’ Intel, Phillips is his leading supplier so he’ll have a couple of heavies I expect.’ ‘Phillips won’t be pleased to find out that Collins has stitched him up,’

‘That’s why, hopefully, that warrant is to search everything that Phillips owns,’ she glanced at him quickly, ‘did ya check it?’ Parker sighed exaggeratedly, ‘Yeah, all the t’s are crossed and the i’s dotted.’ ‘Excellent,’ Kaitlin breathed – it was going to be a good day. Ten minutes later and the officers were piling out of the van and heading for the front door of a normal looking terraced house. The door was smashed open and the uniforms piled into the house, closely followed by Kaitlin and Parker. Shouts rang out, ‘Police, don’t move! ... Stay where you are! ... Down! Get down now! ...’ Parker headed for the stairs while Kaitlin went through to the back. She entered the kitchen just in time to see the back door swing shut. She ran towards it and yanked it open, stepping out in the overgrown garden. A creak to her right made her turn to where the door to a battered shed hung open. She carried a truncheon in her fist and advanced. She was almost at the door when a burly man sprung out and dived around the shed. ‘For fuck’s sake!’ Kaitlin yelled as she ran round the other way to meet him. He seemed surprised when she appeared in front of him. ‘Not too bright, are you?’ He swung something at her and she half turned as she stepped back out of range, swinging her truncheon towards his arm. The solid wood caught his wrist and he dropped whatever he was carrying. He yelled in pain and brought his other hand round, catching her square in the ribs with a solid punch. She gasped angrily and stepped forward, gripping his arm by her side and bringing her knee up between his legs. His eyes widened and filled with tears as his face turned a strange shade of red. She used her grip on his arm to spin him round and slammed him face first against the side of the shed. The rotten wood gave way and he fell through. She managed to let go of him just in time and stared with interest at the wreckage. The man, now unconscious, lay in a tangle of foil, electric wires and marijuana plants. ‘You okay?’ Parker asked as he stepped out the back door. ‘Of course,’ she smiled at him, lifting her hand to wave at the find in the wrecked shed. She winced and stared at her hand, blood was dripping off her fingers. ‘What the fuck?’ Her eyes moved up to the tear in her jacket sleeve, just above the elbow. ‘Bollocks,’ she grunted and looked down to where a rusty sickle lay on the grass. ‘Jesus Christ!’ Parker gasped, ‘He could have taken your fucking head off!’ He turned towards the kitchen, ‘Get an evidence bag and some back up out here, now!’ ‘I’m gonna need a bloody tetanus,’ Kaitlin sighed. ‘Ah, are you afraid of needles Detective Sergeant?’ She glared at Parker and sighed, ‘No.’ ‘That’s good, because that is probably going to need stitching.’ ‘Great,’ she sighed. Parker took Kaitlin to the A&E department and despite her protests, stayed with her. He was more concerned than she was and his worry and constant questions about whether she felt okay, really started to bother her. ‘Kaitlin Anderson,’ She looked up and smiled at the handsome doctor, ‘Right here.’ ‘Come on through,’ he smiled back. She followed him to the cubicles and dumped her jacket on the chair. She had ripped the sleeve off her ruined shirt before leaving the house and Parker had applied a bandage. Now the bandage was soaked through with blood.

‘Take your shirt off,’ Kaitlin looked up sharply, ‘Why?’ The doctor looked at her with surprise, ‘You mentioned that you took a punch to the ribs, I’d like to check them and your breathing.’ Kaitlin’s fingers hovered at the buttons to the shirt but that was all. ‘Is something wrong?’ She looked up at him, ‘Is there a private room?’ The doctor half smiled, ‘If you would prefer a female nurse to be present, I can ...’ ‘No,’ she said sharply and then shook her head, ‘I just ... I ...’ The doctor lifted his hand, ‘It’s okay, I’ll see what I can do.’ A few minutes later and he showed her to a quiet examination room. She hopped onto the bed and watched as he closed the door behind him. ‘Can you lock it?’ The doctor frowned, ‘Perhaps I should get a nurse, you’re obviously uncomfortable.’ Kaitlin shook her head firmly, ‘Please, lock the door.’ ‘Alright,’ he agreed and turned the lock, ‘but only because I need to look at that arm. Can you take your shirt off now?’ She smiled her thanks and slowly unfastened the buttons. As soon as she pulled the shirt open, the flesh of her breasts was revealed. She wore her usual, supporting bra but above the material, harsh purple lines marker her flesh. ‘Ah, I see,’ the doctor said with a nod as he approached the bed. That was all he said on the matter and Kaitlin was grateful. His fingers pressed gently at the area on her ribs that had already started to discolour. She flinched slightly and he glanced up, ‘How bad does it hurt?’ ‘I’ve had worse,’ she replied automatically and then realised the stupidity of her statement, given the lines across her flesh. A smile teased the corners of his lips as he pressed again, nodding to himself. ‘All fine, nothing’s broken so no need for an X-ray.’ Kaitlin smiled with relief as he listened to her chest. Once satisfied he turned his attention to her arm. He had brought a tray of instruments with him and used scissors to cut the bandage away. ‘You’ll need stitches,’ he announced and told her to lie back. He worked swiftly and easily, speaking little as her numbed her arm and then stitched her skin. He cleaned the area when he was finished and provided instructions on what to do over the next few days. She had been administered a tetanus injection when she had first arrived and he checked that other inoculations were up to date. ‘Is that it?’ Kaitlin asked as he packed the instruments away and completed the paperwork. ‘Yes,’ he nodded, clicking his pen and putting it in his pocket. ‘Great. Well, thank you, doctor.’ He stood over her, preventing her from getting off the bed, ‘Is that any way to thank me?’ She stared at him, ‘What?’ ‘You will thank me properly,’ he announced, his fingers playing with the zip on his trousers as he studied the bruises on her breasts. Kaitlin tried to move round him, ‘I think you’ve got the wrong idea,’ He grabbed her chin and forced her back onto the bed, his face hovering a few inches above hers. She could have brought her fist up to punch him in the side of her head but his next words stopped her, ‘Would you like me to get your partner?’ She stared back at him as he slowly let go of her chin and slipped his fingers down her neck and chest, freeing her breasts from the material and revealing the full extent of the

bruising. ‘I’ll bet there are other marks, aren’t there? Does your arse match your tits?’ The flicker in her eyes was enough of an answer and he laughed, ‘Are you embarrassed by your desires?’ She swallowed, ‘A little,’ He laughed again, ‘Bollocks, you’re not embarrassed – you’re worried that people will see you differently if they knew the truth.’ His finger teased her nipple to hardness, ‘I’ve treated you before, you’re quite the hard-ass copper, aren’t you? I’m sure your colleagues would love to know the truth, starting with your partner in the waiting room.’ He stepped back, ‘Don’t move.’ He lifted his phone from his pocket and pressed some buttons before the sudden flash of a camera made Kaitlin jump. He studied the image, a smile creasing his lips and then tucked the phone away again. ‘I notice that you didn’t try to move out of the way when I took your picture,’ he announced with a laugh but then his tone became harsh, ‘Now get on your fucking knees and do it properly.’ She could have done a hundred different things but she climbed off the bed and slowly dropped to her knees, telling herself that this was the only thing that she could do. She was protecting herself and her secret, what choice did she have? She took his half erect penis from within the folds of his clothing and gently sucked him to full hardness. He groaned and leant back against the bed, mumbling profanities as his cock slid down her throat. She sucked him hard and quickly, eager to be done with the task. She jumped when a sudden flash of light seared her vision and she realised that he was taking more pictures. After a few minutes, he groaned and she held his hips as his hot come shot down her throat. He pulled free and used a cloth to wipe himself clean and then tucked himself away. Disappointment settled like a sickness in the base of her stomach. When he fastened his trousers and ordered her to leave, that disappointment became a harsh ache in her pussy. Parker drove her home, telling her that she looked pale and needed some rest. She thanked him and closed her front door, opening it again the moment she was sure he was gone. She hailed a taxi, not trusting herself to ride her bike. There was no question where she should go and only one person she wanted to see. Strangely, it was the only place that she felt she would feel safe. Her Mistress opened the door, her mouth open to admonish Kaitlin but when she saw her, she gave a small nod and led her into the living room. Kaitlin hovered by the fireplace and waited for her Mistress to return. It was perhaps an hour before Madeline entered the living room and Kaitlin followed her silently to the dungeon. She didn’t tell her anything and hardly spoke at all. She undressed, revealing the bruising at her ribs and the bandage on her arm. Madeline didn’t ask but just treated her gently, building her pleasure carefully. Madeline still made sure that she took her pleasure first, and Kaitlin was grateful for that. As she climaxed herself, a mind-numbing, cleansing release, she felt unbelievable gratitude for the woman and became that little bit more devoted to her.

Chapter Nine: She had thought that that was the end of it with the doctor and pushed thoughts of him, and what he had done, to the back of her mind. Kat continued to be used and abused by her Mistress and loved every moment of her hidden life. Kaitlin threw herself into building the case against Phillips, unveiling more leads and more criminals as she went. Breaking the Collins case had been a turning point in her already successful career and she intended to ride the waves of success until they carried her all the way to Detective Inspector. Keeping her visits to Madeline separate, changing her persona into the submissive Kat, helped Kaitlin to focus on her career goal. Life was good and getting better with every passing day that brought new evidence on one side and delicious, mind-numbing climaxes on the other. The case provided enough evidence to grant a warrant for a known associate of both Collins and Phillips a few weeks after Phillips’ arrest. As before, Parker and Kaitlin were joined by uniforms who stormed a dingy, warehouse and workshop. This time the suspects didn’t go as quietly and five men launched themselves at the police, armed with tyre irons and god knew what else. Thankfully the injuries on the police side were kept to a minimum but two of the suspects would require hospital treatment. Parker and Kaitlin took the lead suspect to the hospital themselves – there was no way that they were letting him out of their sight. Once the man was cuffed to a bed and with Parker and a PC standing guard as the doctors and nurses tended to his cuts and bruises, Kaitlin went in search of a coffee machine. She was directed down a side corridor and spotted the machine at the end. Smiling with relief, she dipped her hand into her pocket to retrieve some change. She stood in front of the machine and counted through the change, so intent on her task that she didn’t hear someone coming up behind her. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her round, making her gasp in surprise as he shoved her back against the vending machine. She raised her fists to defend herself and froze. He stared at her with a mixture of disgust and lust, his lip curled nastily. ‘Couldn’t stay away from me, could you?’ ‘I don’t know what you think -’ ‘Shut the fuck up, slut.’ He grabbed her arm and dragged her to a storeroom at the side of the corridor. Slamming the door shut and wedging it closed, her turned to her, a nasty smile on his face. ‘Is your partner here with you?’ he asked coldly, his intention for asking all too clear. ‘Blackmail is a crime, you know,’ she responded. He crossed his arms, his eyes cold as he appraised her, ‘I’m not blackmailing you, I’m just giving you what you want.’ She snorted, ‘Really?’ His hand struck her cheek before she realised that he had lifted his hand and, for the first time, she saw a certain look in his eye, one that she had seen in others. This man was a Master – he knew what she was and there was no denying him anything. He must have seen the resignation in her eyes because his eyes glinted with delight and he unfastened the zip of his trousers. She slowly dropped to her knees and closed her eyes as he pushed his cock into her mouth. He used his weight to push her back against a metal shelf and fucked her mouth like a wet pussy, his groin and bollocks slapping at her flesh. He came as quickly as before and turned without saying a word, leaving her kneeling on the floor of the storage cupboard. But this wasn’t like before – this time she wasn’t injured and there was nothing to calm the desire that swelled in her groin. Her fingers slipped down the waistband of her jeans and she gasped when she realised how wet she was. The first touch of her fingers galvanised her and

she fell back, spreading her legs and unfastening her trousers. She ripped her panties in her haste to pull them down and thrust three fingers into herself. She bit her lip to stifle her gasp of pleasure and tipped her head back against the metal shelving. She pushed her fingers in, again and again, crushing her sensitive flesh with every thrust. Suddenly her eyes alighted on the door and she realised that it was unlocked. Anyone could walk in at any moment – and what a sight they would have. The thought of the door opening and someone standing there, staring at her as she fucked herself, drove her to the point of climax instantly and a small cry echoed around the tiny room. She forced herself to her feet a few moments later and rearranged her underwear as best she could. She listened at the door and when she heard nothing, she slowly opened it and stepped out. Her hands were shaking as she put money into the vending machine and retrieved three coffees. By the time the third had been poured out, her hands were steady again. Two days later she got a text on her phone. Outside Able Ward, 9.00pm. Dress sexy. For a moment her heart had fluttered when she thought that it was a command from her Mistress but then she recognised the name of the hospital ward beside the A&E department. She was thankful that her Mistress did not require her that night. She arrived at a few minutes before nine and had to wait fifteen minutes before he arrived. He studied her leather jacket and jeans in cold silence and then led her around the building. She followed him down a flight of stairs to a locked, metal door. ‘I told you to dress sexy,’ he snarled as he took her leather jacket from her. ‘I didn’t feel like it.’ ‘Then I will have to punish you.’ Kaitlin stared fearfully as she watched him reach for his belt clasp – but he merely undid it and lowered his trousers and pants. He unfastened her jeans and forced them down with her panties before spinning her round and pushing her against the door. He pushed his forearm against the back of her neck as he stepped forward and positioned his cock at her cunt. ‘I was going to get you to suck me again,’ he hissed in her ear, ‘but take this as a punishment for not doing what you were told.’ He thrust into her, lifting her onto her toes and making her gasp. ‘I’d love to make you scream ... maybe get one of the pretty nurses over here to find out what all the fuss is about. There are a couple here who swing your way, trust me.’ Kaitlin believed him and she could imagine how he knew. The thought of what he was capable of made her head swim and she imagined the feel of his belt slicing across her buttocks. Involuntarily, she moved her hips back to meet his next thrust and he grunted with anger and surprise. ‘You think I’m doing this for your pleasure?’ he hissed and quickly pulled out from her pussy. She struggled as she felt him re-position his cock between her arse cheeks and then, with a groan he thrust into her arse. She threw her head back and he clamped his hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. Her own juices had provided some lubrication but every thrust still hurt like hell. Her struggles seemed to ignite his passions all the more and he came quickly, pulling free to spray his come across her arse cheeks. She stayed, pressed against the metal door, for several minutes after he had gone. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to calm herself down. Her desires were like heated embers at her pussy and she knew that she would make herself sore when she got home. But until then she had to calm herself – no one could see her like this. Eventually she felt calmer and she lifted her trousers and panties, wincing at the soreness of her arse and the wetness of both their juices. She climbed the stairs with shaking legs and returned home to finish what he had started.

Further texts followed and when she obeyed, meeting him somewhere in the hospital, he spoke only to give her commands. She was grateful for that because made it easier for her. She could have changed her phone number to avoid his contact but the thought of explaining to others why she had made the change and the fear that he would retaliate in some way, stopped her. She was trapped – for now. She told herself that she would find a way out of this mess soon. For now though, he was free to do whatever he pleased. She pressed her face into the mattress of the hospital bed that he had tipped her over and stifled her groan of pleasure as he sank his cock into her pussy. He knew that she took pleasure from what he did, he could hardly ignore the wetness that slid down her thighs or between her buttocks. He dug his nails into her hips and she gasped, lifting her head, ‘Please ... don’t mark me.’ He paused in his fucking to grip her hair and pull her head back, ‘What?’ ‘I said ... please don’t mark me, my Mistress will see and ... and ...’ she couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t voice the possibilities that she could hardly dare to consider. ‘Your Mistress?’ he snarled with disgust, ‘You have a Mistress?’ ‘Yes,’ she replied, realising that he had the same tone of voice as the man who had tried to have her when she had first visited the club with Madeline. She tried to turn but he pushed her back down and resumed his fucking. He came with a grunt, filling her with his come. He said nothing as he rearranged his clothing and then left. Kaitlin stood slowly, redressed herself and then headed out of the hospital. She was just crossing to her bike when her text tone sounded. Sighing softly, she lifted the phone from her pocket and read the message. My place. Twenty minutes. Kaitlin almost dropped the phone when she realised that the message was from her Mistress. The semen sliding from her pussy suddenly seemed to freeze her sensitive skin. The hospital was fifteen minutes from home and thirty minutes from Madeline’s. She would have to go home first, there was no way that she could meet her Mistress with fresh semen sliding from pussy lips. A tiny sob escaped her as she climbed onto her bike. She managed to get home in ten minutes and showered hastily before changing her clothes. It was nearly forty minutes before she arrived at Madeline’s. The door was open and Kaitlin knew that she was in trouble. She entered and shut the door behind her. Stripping where she stood, hoping that her show of subservience would earn her some respite from the punishment that surely awaited her. ‘Where the fuck have you been?’ Madeline demanded, her tone making it quite clear that no respite would be forthcoming. ‘Mistress, I’m sorry, I couldn’t get away from work.’ Madeline stared at her, perhaps searching for a lie. Slowly, she moved around the slave who hung from her wrists in the centre of the room. Kat noticed her for the first time – Anna. Madeline stroked the underside of her breast with the crop, ‘This slut has been doing a pitiful job of keeping me entertained ...’ the slave’s eyes widened but no sound escaped her tightly gagged mouth as the crop snapped down onto each of her nipples in turn, ‘and that is your fault.’ Madeline told Kat. She dropped to her knees and crawled towards her Mistress, ‘Please, forgive me.’ ‘There will be no forgiveness ... only punishment.’ Madeline bent the crop between her hands, ‘First, I shall clamp your nipples. Then ... the flogger on your breasts I think ... then I shall crop your arse.’ Kat hung her head, quivers rippling her skin as each torture was announced. ‘The clamps will stay on until this time tomorrow night.’ She lifted her head, ‘Please, Mistress, I will surrender to your punishment but please, don’t make me wear the clamps all day – I have to work.’

Madeline’s eyes were cold as she approached Kat. She was aware that the safe word had been used and she was not pleased. ‘I expected more from you.’ Kat sobbed, ‘I’m sorry, Mistress.’ ‘Very well then, you may remove the clamps before you leave for work and put them back on again when you get home.’ ‘Thank you, Mistress,’ Kat breathed. ‘And tomorrow night you will suffer the same beating as you are about to receive.’ Kat nodded, ‘For your pleasure, Mistress.’ *** It was five days later that Kaitlin received a text from the doctor with instructions on where to meet him. She telephoned Madeline and asked to be excused from visiting that night as she had to work. Her Mistress agreed but ordered Kaitlin to wear the nipple clamps for at least two hours before they met again. The doctor was waiting for her in the car park and she followed him silently through the grounds of the hospital. The area that they approached was dark and deserted and she recognised a wing of the hospital that had been closed three years before following funding cutbacks. He used a key to enter the building and then used a torch to navigate the corridors and stairs until they entered the huge boiler room beneath the building. Rusty pipes snaked backwards and forwards across the ceiling, wall and floor, creating a maze of narrow passageways. He led her through the maze and she stuck with him for fear of getting lost. He eventually stopped and, with a click, switched the torch off. The darkness enveloped her and her chest heaved with sudden anxiety. ‘Strip,’ he commanded. She did so, shivering with cold. ‘Hands on your head,’ he commanded, his voice echoing in the darkness. She did so, gasping as he lifted each wrist in turn and snapped a metal cuff around it. As she sensed him move away, she tested the cuffs and the clink of metal from above her told her that the handcuffs were attached to a chain. Suddenly there was a whir and Kat flinched as inspection lamps burnt into life, powered by a generator a few feel away. She gasped as the chain above her suddenly tightened and she was lifted into the air. She turned her head and saw him turning the handle of a winch, lifting her higher until her feet left the ground. He fixed the winch in place and then lifted something from the floor, a thin, wicked looking crop. He approached her, ‘A woman in our world has only one place,’ he announced and gestured with the whip, ‘hanging above the floor, kneeling and bowed ... but always serving us men.’ He lashed out with the whip, catching her across the breasts and making her scream. She knew now he had chosen this place – he could strike her as hard as he chose and she could scream as loudly as she could – no one would hear. He struck her again, making her spin so that his next blow sliced her buttocks. Were it not for the needles of agony that the whip drove into her skin, she would have marvelled at his experienced skill. Within moments he had her gasping for breath, sobbing and covered in a sheen of sweat. Slowly he lowered the whip and studied her, ‘More?’ he asked, his eyebrow raised. She stared back at him, her lips curled in disgust, but didn’t answer. ‘Ah, the tough bitch copper returns.’ He delivered a frenzy of blows that had her screaming the safe word that he wouldn’t know. He laughed at her cries and tears, shaking his head with amusement. ‘Good, I think we understand each other.’ He moved back to stand with his arms crossed, studying the lines that criss-crossed her body. ‘Now, tell me, who is your Mistress?’

She stared back at him, confusion in her tear filled eyes. ‘Why do you want to know?’ His gaze darkened and he stepped forward, delivering four successive blows to her breasts before he stepped back again, ‘You dare to question me?’ He stepped forward and spun her so that he could strike her buttocks and thighs. ‘Who is your Mistress?’ She stayed silent, her breath ragged. ‘Do you pay your Mistress? Is she simply a whore who hurts you for money?’ ‘Don’t call her that!’ Kaitlin screamed, making him laugh. ‘Such loyalty,’ he shook his head, ‘Mis-placed, but loyalty none the less.’ He whipped her again and then shed his lower clothes. He was tall enough to thrust easily into her pussy easily, spearing her painfully. ‘You need a Master,’ he hissed into her ear as he crushed her breasts against his chest, his hands gripping her buttocks. ‘I’m going to make you come and then you’ll see, a Master is better than a whore Mistress, any day.’ He fucked her harshly and she writhed against his thrusts, desperate to hold off and deny him his victory over her. But the beating had been harsher than she had ever had and her body screamed for the respite that her orgasm would bring. He brought her to the edge and suddenly pulled free, laughing when she groaned with disappointment. ‘Easy now, girl, I’m just adjusting my position.’ He moved behind her and slid into her once more, the new angle better than before and her climax quickly built to intolerable levels. His hands reached around to the front, one grabbing and scratching at her injured breasts while the other searched lower. She screamed loudly when his searching fingers found her clitoris. Her body convulsed uncontrollably as juices sprayed from her, arching outwards as he rubbed his fingers harshly at her most sensitive area. He pulled from her again, spinning her round so that he could spray her stomach with his come. She rested her head against her arm as the glow of her climax momentarily overrode the pain of the welts that smothered her. Her eyes were half open and her mouth twisted in a small, involuntary smile of delight. Suddenly there was a flash of light and she jumped, realising that he was taking photos. After he had snapped several, he showed her the first one and she gasped at the sight. There was no denying the look of rapture, the look of lazy pleasure on her face – despite the harsh glare of the lights around her and the purple stripes that lined her body. He put the phone back into his pocket and then bent to search through her clothing. When he found her phone he pressed buttons until he nodded with satisfaction and then turned the screen towards her. Under the name Doc, he had added his mobile number into her contacts. ‘So you can ring me,’ he told her. ‘Why would I want to?’ she said hoarsely. ‘Because, darlin’, I can do that to you anytime you want ...’ he laughed as he lowered the winch, ‘... and you will want me to do that again, trust me. Soon enough you’ll realise that a whore for a Mistress is no dominant at all ... when you do, give me a ring and I will take you to the Master’s Club, where you belong.’ She glared at him as he unfastened the cuffs. ‘Until then ... I’ll be in touch.’ He turned and, whistling to himself, left her to dress. *** The following night she stood before her Mistress, quivering with fear. ‘Mistress, please, I cannot serve you tonight, I am unwell.’ Madeline raised an eyebrow as Kaitlin stroked her stomach. ‘Are you wearing the clamps as I ordered?’ ‘Mistress, please, I have to go ... I feel sick.’ She hated lying to her Mistress but she couldn’t let her see the marks that the doctor had left on her body.

‘Strip.’ ‘Mistress, please ...’ ‘Defy me again and you will regret it,’ Madeline announced quietly, her anger singing in the air between them. ‘Mistress, I cannot, I ...’ Madeline stepped forward and slapped her harshly, knocking her sideways. Momentarily stunned, Kaitlin’s eyes filled with tears as her Mistress’ anger rolled over her. Metal cuffs looped around her wrists and then she was hauled to her feet. The chain between the cuffs was hung over a hook hanging from the ceiling. ‘Please, Mistress, I beg you.’ Her despair was such that she forgot to use the safe word but doubted whether it would save her from her Mistress’ wrath anyway. Madeline stripped her clothes from her. Tearing the material and casting the rags aside. She paused momentarily as she tore a strip of material down Kaitlin’s back, revealing the healing welts and bruises beneath. She continued, slower now, tearing the material away as if unwrapping an unpleasant present. Her eyes were dark and filled with fury as she revealed Kaitlin’s nakedness and the full extent of the whipping she had received. ‘Mistress, let me explain -’ ‘Speak out of turn again and I will gag you.’ Kaitlin wanted to say more but the slave in her forced her lips shut. Kat hung her head, tears rolling from her eyes. ‘You sought the attentions of another? A Master?’ Kat quickly shook her head, ‘No, Mistress.’ Madeline stepped forward, harshly gripping each of her nipples and painfully squeezing and twisting them. ‘Are you denying these marks on your body? Do you think I’m stupid?’ Kat gasped and sobbed, ‘Mistress, please ...’ She lowered her hands, her nails scratching across Kat’s hips and then between her thighs, pressing at her bruised pussy lips and making her hiss with the sting of it. ‘He fucked you until you screamed with delight, didn’t he?’ ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she sobbed. ‘Did he make you squirt?’ Kat sobbed openly, ‘Yes, Mistress, but I didn’t want to ... I swear ... he gave me no choice.’ Madeline laughed harshly, ‘Why? Did my stupid little slut forget the safe word?’ ‘Mistress, please, let me explain.’ She watched as her Mistress walked to the side of the room and returned with a coiled bullwhip. Her eyes widened with fear. She had only the felt the whip once and the memory of it chilled the sweat on her skin. Madeline played with the coils of the whip as she studied Kat again. Slowly she nodded, ‘Very well, explain.’ ‘Mistress, when my arm was cut ... the doctor who stitched it ... he saw the marks on my body and he knew what I am.’ She swallowed, her throat dry from the rush of words, ‘... he said that he would tell everyone about me if I ... if I ... didn’t do what he ordered.’ Madeline stared at her coldly, ‘And you are so ashamed of what you are ... of me ... that you would let a bastard like that fuck you rather than reveal yourself?’ Kat could find no answer as the truth of her Mistress’ words stung her as harshly as any whip. In this place, this room of sex and pain, her reasons for doing what he had asked seemed pointless. In this place where she accepted, with all her heart, what she was and what her desires demanded of her, her reasons for protecting her life outside seemed pitiful. ‘I am sorry, Mistress, I feared for my career.’ ‘And you put that above your desire to please me.’

‘Yes, Mistress,’ she whispered and closed her eyes as she watched her Mistress slowly uncoil the whip. The loud snap of the leather curling around her body was a sharp retort in the otherwise quiet room. Kat clenched her teeth, eager to bite back her cry and suffer the punishment with quiet acceptance. But she could hold back her cries for just a few moments and as the whip curled around her back and breasts, her scream tore from her throat, as much to vent her pain as to vent her anguish at the impossible position that she had allowed herself to fall into. The whip circled her body several more times, bruising the battered flesh and causing her to sob pitifully as her Mistress slowly appeased her anger. She jumped as something cold touched her lips. She opened her eyes and stared at the glass of water as it was tipped up. The cool liquid ran between her lips and eased her sore, aching throat, dried by the terrible screams that had been ripped from her. She coughed as the glass was lowered and managed to rasp, ‘Thank you, Mistress.’ Her hands were released from the cuffs and she dropped to the floor, too exhausted to move. She looked up as Madeline sat down beside her and lifted her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. It was such a tender action that Kat felt tears filling her eyes and her lips quivered. ‘You should have come to me,’ Madeline announced. ‘I’m sorry, Mistress, I didn’t know what to do.’ ‘You were foolish and you have paid for it,’ she responded, ‘now, I want to know more about this bastard doctor.’ Kat sat herself up and crossed her arms over her knees, trying not to shiver. ‘His name is Moore, he’s an A&E doctor at St Clare’s.’ ‘And that is all you know?’ ‘Yes, Mistress.’ ‘Did he ask about me or mention me by name?’ Kat frowned, ‘He asked me who my Mistress was ... but I didn’t tell him.’ ‘I see.’ Madeline replied distantly and then slowly lay back, spreading her thighs. No further instruction was needed and Kat moved quickly to honour her Mistress. *** Things were different after that. Madeline was distant and clearly troubled. She didn’t whip Kat again for nearly two weeks and when she did, it was light. Kat didn’t question her but was grateful that Moore hadn’t contacted her, she feared that she would have gone to him willingly. The lack of attention from her Mistress was starting to affect her and she felt uncomfortable in her own skin. Kat lifted her moist lips from her Mistress’ pussy. She had been working hard to pleasure her Mistress but Madeline was as distracted as ever and could barely muster a moan. ‘Mistress, may I speak?’ Madeline sighed and rolled over, reaching for her glass of wine and sipping the ruby liquid. ‘If you must.’ ‘Will you take me to the club again soon?’ Madeline eyed her with a suspicious stare, ‘Has your doctor not called you recently? Are you so eager for the taste and feel of a cock?’ Kat hung her head, ‘No, Mistress, I swear ... that is not why I ask.’ ‘Then fucking well explain yourself.’

‘Mistress, I am worried about you ... you are not yourself and I wonder if I could do more to please you.’ She lifted onto her knees, ‘Perhaps, if not the club, then Anna may come to entertain you.’ ‘I haven’t seen Anna in weeks.’ Madeline announced sadly, her tone suggesting that there was far more happening than she was letting on. ‘Mistress, please, I know I am unworthy and I feel that I am failing you ... but please, will you tell me what is wrong?’ Madeline stared at her, her eyes hooded. Strange emotions started to flicker across her eyes and Kat was surprised to see fear amongst them. ‘Everything that I hold dear is in danger and I do not know how to save it.’ Kat was surprised by the admission, ‘Mistress, please, let me help ... whatever it is.’ Madeline finished her wine before continuing, ‘You have heard mention of the Master’s Club?’ Kat nodded slowly, ‘You have mentioned it, Mistress – not to me, but I have heard you say the name to others. And the Doctor said that he would take me there.’ ‘He said that?’ Madeline gasped and then swore, ‘The fucking bastard.’ Kat stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. ‘The Master’s Club is, as the name suggests, for Masters only. They do not believe that women can be dominants. The only women who enter the club go in as slaves. As the years have gone on, I have been happy to ignore them and them me. But in the past year, before I met you, there have been changes. They have started to gain more power and influence. I am being pushed out of business dealings and many Mistresses are noticing the same. Kat stared at her, ‘Business dealings?’ ‘I shall tell you only what you need to know. Let’s just say that I invest wisely in certain ... merchandise ... money from these investments has enabled me to continue to pick and choose my clients. As well as allowing me to enjoy ...’ her eyes ran up and down Kat’s body, ‘... non-paying clients of my choice.’ A blush of warmth spread across Kat’s breast that swelled with pride and honour. ‘I also invest in clubs. I was also a part owner of Nightingale, a club I was intending to take you to in a few months, but I have been pushed out by members of the Master’s Club. Nightingale now only accepts male clientele and I cannot enter.’ Madeline sighed sadly, ‘I have lost friends in the past few months. Mistresses that I have known for years, have moved abroad to more ... friendly climes.’ She shook her head, ‘I fear that I must soon follow.’ Kat felt a cold chill slide through her, ‘But, Mistress, you cannot go ... please ...’ Madeline stared at her, ‘Life is becoming intolerable ... I have no doubt that your doctor friends seized you as an opportunity for a quick fuck but then saw the potential to get more from you.’ She frowned, ‘I don’t understand, Mistress.’ Madeline waved her hand dismissively, ‘Forget it ... now, get back to what you were doing and let me forget my worries ... for a short time, at least.’

The Master’s Club He slid the phone across the table, ‘I think this might convince you gentleman to reconsider my application.’ The older of the two men leant forward and lifted the phone, studying the image with a raised eyebrow. Slowly, he turned the screen to his companion who studied it with a bored expression before turning back to the man opposite. ‘Moore, isn’t it?’ Peter Moore nodded, ‘That’s right. I applied last year to join the Master’s Club and then again, two weeks ago – this is the first opportunity that we have had to discuss it.’ ‘Do you think that this impresses us?’ the older man asked, studying the screen again. The harsh lights that surrounded the hanging woman made her skin shine. The welts and bruises that lined her breasts and thighs were a stark contrast against her skin. ‘You hang your girlfriend up in what ... a boiler room? And that is supposed to appeal to us?’ ‘She’s not my girlfriend ... she’s a slave that I have been slowly bringing round to me. She will come with me if you accept my application.’ ‘Have you spoken to her about us?’ He nodded, ‘Yes.’ The younger man leant back, spinning the ring on his finger ‘What was her reaction?’ Moore shuffled in his chair, preparing his lie, ‘She was very interested and asked me a lot of questions. She wants in.’ ‘We’ll consider your application,’ the older man announced dismissively. Moore nodded and stood, ‘Uh ... my phone?’ The older man stared back at him but made no attempt to hand the phone back. ‘Oh right, you want to keep the pictures ... no worries.’ He laughed nervously, ‘I guess you’ll contact me then?’ Neither man answered as Moore turned and left. ‘This is a shame – we will have to deal with her quicker than we anticipated,’ the younger of the two announced, reaching over to take the phone and study the image. ‘I don’t agree,’ came the thoughtful response. ‘She is a danger and dangers are eliminated.’ ‘He is the danger,’ the older man announced, waving at the door that Moore had just left through. ‘I will not place a whore slave above a master – even one of his low calibre.’ ‘But look at that picture ... look at what he did to her, she enjoyed it. Would you waste such a slave?’ He studied the picture again in silence, drinking in the sight of the wounds on her body and the look of delight on her features. Her thighs glistened with more than just sweat. Even from just that one photo, it was clear to see that DS Kaitlin Anderson was as strong in her sex-life as she was in other areas. ‘You have a plan?’ ‘I do.’ ‘Then we’re agreed.’

Chapter Ten: Kaitlin flicked the television on and wandered into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Her body was a pleasurable ache and she smiled to herself as she boiled the kettle. Talking about what was happening and the concerns that she was experiencing, seemed to relax Madeline. After she had climaxed the night before, she had used new techniques on Kat that had soon had her gasping and writhing, begging for release. She sighed softly and shivered at the memories. She was thankful that she had the day off work – she would need that to recover from her Mistress’ attentions. She was halfway through pouring the water from the kettle when a voice on the TV made her freeze. Gasping, she quickly put the kettle back and ran into the living room. Grabbing the remote, she rewound the news program to the start of the current article. A female reporter was standing in front of some police tape, the view behind her was unmistakable – St Clare’s. ‘The staff are said to be shocked this morning to learn that one of their doctors, reported missing two days ago, has been found in the abandoned wing. The wing was closed three years ago and was due to be demolished to make way for industrial units – as part of the NHS plans to raise funds. The body of Doctor Peter Moore was discovered by a team of surveyors who were checking the structure of the building. The body of Doctor Moore was found in the abandoned boiler room. No further details about his death have been released but the police are treating it as suspicious. In a statement given earlier, the chief A&E consultant referred to Doctor Moore as a kind, committed doctor who will be missed. Police are appealing for witnesses and are particularly keen to trace Doctor Moore’s mobile phone. Anyone with any information should call this number ...’ The screen went black and Kaitlin dropped the remote from her quivering fingers. She stared at the blank screen for several minutes, her mind a whir. Her home phone rang but she just stared at it, leaving the machine to pick it up. ‘Kaitlin, you there?’ She stared at the answer phone and Parker’s voice that echoed from it. He sounded strange. ‘Kaitlin? Look, I know you’re there, you said you were going to stay in ... alright, look, I need to see you ... that Doctor’s murder fell onto my desk this morning ... we found his phone ... can you ... look, just come to the station, alright? See you soon.’ ‘Oh, fuck,’ she whispered and ran to the bedroom to get dressed. A few minutes later her bike screamed away from the kerb. She knew that she should have gone to the station to talk with Parker but she had to see Madeline first. Her Mistress would know what to do. She climbed quickly off the bike and ran to the house. The front door was open and she ran through. If the door was open then her Mistress was expecting a client, which meant that there was only one place where she would be. Kaitlin ran through the house and into the dungeon. ‘She’s not here.’ Kaitlin stared at Parker. He was standing in the centre of the room, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. ‘How did you know to find me here?’ ‘I’m a policeman.’ They stared at each other in silence.

Eventually Parker nodded at the leather bench on his left, ‘She’s not here but there’s a letter for you.’ Kaitlin moved towards it but he moved across and blocked her, ‘Don’t touch that, it’s evidence.’ ‘For what?’ ‘This is a murder investigation, Kaitlin ... and you’re involved.’ ‘Yeah, how involved am I?’ ‘You tell me.’ She stared at him, ‘Parker ...’ ‘You’re the prime suspect, Kaitlin.’ ‘What?’ ‘Your pictures are on his phone, witnesses can place you at the scene of the crime ... other witness have come forward to say that you have been visiting Moore at the hospital for weeks. Is that right?’ Kaitlin stared back without answering. ‘What’s going on here? Tell me.’ ‘I can’t,’ she whispered and then louder, ‘Parker, come on, you know I didn’t do it. You know me.’ He looked at the frames and the racks of whips but thankfully didn’t say what he was clearly thinking. ‘Parker, look at me. Okay, so I have this whole part of my life that you didn’t know about, so? That doesn’t make me a killer.’ ‘He was blackmailing you, wasn’t he?’ ‘Yes,’ she sighed. ‘That’s motive for murder.’ She shook her head, ‘Not for me.’ ‘Are we going to find your DNA at the scene?’ Again she didn’t answer but said instead, ‘I’m being set up.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘I’ve got back up coming,’ he announced, ‘You can tell me all the details at the station.’ ‘Please, I can’t handle this that way, surely you know that.’ ‘If you’re innocent, we’ll prove it.’ Kaitlin raised her eyebrows and thought about what Madeline had said about the Master’s Club, ‘I don’t think so.’ ‘Jesus, Kaitlin, what the fuck have you got yourself messed up in?’ He shook his head and studied her. ‘Six fucking years we’ve been working together.’ ‘I know.’ ‘Fuck it,’ he snarled, ‘You have to find out who set you up.’ ‘I will.’ ‘Have you got a way in?’ ‘I’ll find one.’ He studied her again and then sighed, ‘Just make it look real.’ ‘I’m sorry, Parker.’ ‘Yeah, me –’ Her fist connected with his jaw, snapping his head back and dropping him like a stone. She leapt over his crumpled body and grabbed the letter from the bench, shoving it into her pocket and running for the door. She had just climbed onto the bike when blue lights appeared at the end of the road. Gunning the engine into life, she spun it round and headed in the other direction.

*** Kat It is an unusual thing for a Mistress to apologise to her slave, but apologise I must. I have few friends left in London now and I am sorry but I must leave, for my own safety. I was warned about Moore’s death last night and your apparent involvement in it – an involvement that has been orchestrated by someone within the Master’s Club, someone you must know, someone that you must find. I have known about him for some time, not his name but the fact that he is a high ranking policeman who uses his power and influence to keep some of the more seedy sides of the Master’s Club away from prying eyes. I believe that your involvement with Moore was seen as a threat to them and this was their way of removing you both – by framing you for his murder, I believe that I will also be linked to his death through certain associations of mine. You have but one chance to save yourself, find Moore’s killer who must surely be hiding somewhere in the Master’s Club. If not the killer himself, then the man who gave the command. They have killed to protect themselves before and they will do so again if they are not stopped. Go to the Midnight Club on Brooke Street, the owner is a friend and she is expecting you. She will find you somewhere safe to stay and help you to find a way into the Master’s Club, I think we both know what that will entail but I know that you can do it. Listen carefully to what G has to tell you, she will teach you what you need to know. Take care, my slave I hope we will meet again soon. Madeline Kaitlin slowly folded the letter and tucked it away in her jacket pocket. Sighing, she stood up from the park bench and headed back to her bike that was parked in a secluded alleyway. She had almost reached it when her phone chirped in her pocket. She looked at it, frowning when she didn’t recognise the number. She called up the text message and read it slowly, ‘They are asking me about you. I don’t know anything. Be careful. P.’ She snapped her phone shut and thought of Parker. He was damn good copper and one of her few friends – she guessed she had none now. The images from Moore’s phone would be made public along with her disappearance. Everything that she had tried so hard to avoid, everything that she had tried to protect, it was all gone. With his death, Moore had exposed her ... or rather, someone deep inside the Master’s Club had. Someone who Madeline believed was a high ranking official on the force. At the thought of her Mistress she felt the letter in her pocket and realised that she still had something to fight for. The devotion that she had developed for the enigmatic woman wasn’t just part a bondage game that they were playing. She knew that now. The pain, the pleasure, it was all as real to her as any other part of her life. And right now, it was all she had left. ‘I will not surrender, Mistress,’ she whispered as she slipped her helmet on and climbed onto the bike. The safe word that her Mistress had given her rang in her ears. She had the certain knowledge that where she was going, there were no safe words. All at once she was filled with fear and a terrible anticipation of what awaited her. *** To be continued in Nine Lives – Book 2: The Master’s Club