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stopping him from making a sound and restricting the amount of oxygen to his lungs. As Daniel writhed against the bondage and Arabella’s carefully administered hands, which allowed him small intermittent respites of air, I watched on with fascination. Every nerve of my body was awake to the slightest stimulant of sight or touch.
    Arabella sensed Daniel’s mounting orgasm and abruptly stopped, interrupting his rhythmic journey towards release with a sharp slap across his buttocks. It did nothing to calm his erection – if anything it left the poor boy in even more torment. Arabella stooped down, picked up the blindfold off the floor and tied it back around Daniels eyes, signalling his job was done.
    “Right. Get dressed, Charlotte. Lesson is over for today.”
    Instinctively, I looked at my watch; disappointed that Arabella had cut our session short. She continued, “Alexander has scheduled a weekly appointment, so I’ll see you same day, same time next week.” As she offered these clipped directives she turned to the jug and water bowl, and undertook the washing of her hands with efficient professionalism.
    I looked at Arabella, then to Daniel and then back to her. My cheeks were flushed; my sex was slick and ached with excruciating need. All I wanted to do was push Daniel to the floor and fuck him hard until we were both satisfied.
    “But…” I protested.
    She looked at me sympathetically. “Sorry, Charlotte, I understand, but I really don’t think Alexander would approve of that kind of extra-curricular without his permission, do you?”
    I gasped in indignation. That wasn’t Alexander’s place to decide.
    “Besides, Daniel is a slave, not a whore.” Arabella said before leaving the room to take a call that had come in on the land phone.
    I looked down on Daniel and wondered how long his mistress would keep him tormented. Where was the line when play became cruelty? Was there a line? Reluctantly, I did up my buttons and readjusted my skirt. I let my hands linger longer than necessary as they stroked the fabric over my thighs. My sex was a tightening bud, desperate for the slightest touch. As I walked, every footstep teased me more, until by the time I reached the door, tears of frustration slipped down my cheek.
    Arabella didn’t stop her conversation but seeing me leave, offered me a smile and a cheery wave. I wondered if she realised what ravaging storm was raging through my body.
     
    At Alexander’s, I sat on the sofa. My legs primly set in front of me. I waited for his arrival, measuring the endless anticipation by the tick of the old grandfather clock. The passing of the day did little to calm the heat of my sex, and tempted as I was to go to bed and gift myself, Arabella’s lesson had been well learned. So I sat with patience and sufferance until the room turned dark and finally, I heard Alexander’s key in the lock.
    No sooner had he put down his case and taken of his coat, then I dragged him to the bedroom where I fucked him like he were nothing more than one hard, all consuming cock, whilst I imagined Daniel’s beautiful masked face.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four: Taxidermy
     
    After work, I meet Alexander in Starbucks. By the time I arrive, he has nearly finished his coffee so I don't bother ordering, even though after the day I’ve had with Lucy, a good shot of caffeine would be appreciated. I would tell Alexander about it but he’s made it quite clear that the moment-by-moment intricacies of my life in the office are of no interest to him. He never talks about his work and I’m not expected to talk about mine.
    Our taxidermy class is this evening and we have to be at the The Olde Curiosity Shoppe for seven-thirty, leaving us just over an hour to get something to eat. We head towards Covent Garden with the plan of stopping off at a little Italian place on the way where we can grab a quick bowl of pasta and down a rough bottle of red.
    On Shaftsbury Avenue, we pass an astrology