I sat in the comfortable rocking chair, occasionally reaching out my hand to push the cradle next to me. I was comfortable and content, dressed only in one of Master’s white shirts. I knew our nanny, Jane would be along soon to take baby Henry off to feed and bathe. I rocked the cradle and thought about the last year, which had been eventful in the extreme. Soon it would be time for me to ready myself for Master’s return. Until then though I was happy to let myself daydream.
I wriggled my bare toes and stretched my arms, looking over at Henry. He looked so much like his father it was amazing. I remembered the day we decided to try for a baby as if it were yesterday. We had been out riding with the Countess and she had persuaded Master that it would be best to have a child as soon as possible. Amazingly, she had also persuaded him that it would be a good thing to have a Church blessing on our marriage. I was pleased he had agreed and thought it a splendid idea.
We were seated outside on the patio having lunch and the Earl had proposed a toast. “To a long and happy marriage” and we had all raised our glasses. As we ate, the Countess started to make plans.
“We will get things started for the blessing straight away” she said.
Master asked “So soon?”
“Why yes” his mother replied “we don’t want Beth heavily pregnant at the ceremony, do we?”
True to her word, she had arranged everything in three weeks. The blessing ceremony was beautiful and I had never felt happier as I walked down the aisle, dressed in white with my white gold collar setting off my wedding dress. Following his orders, I had nothing on underneath the dress but hold-up stockings. The church was filled with people – it seemed like the entire village had turned out for the occasion. Master looked handsome in his black tuxedo.
After the ceremony, there was a big formal reception, which went on long into the night. After we had cut the three-tiered wedding cake, we made our excuses and left for the sanctity of our apartment. When the door had closed behind us, Master told me to shut my eyes and hold out my hand. He placed an envelope into my palm and told me to open my eyes.
“Open it” he said. I opened the envelope and found two airline tickets inside. Looking closely at them I let out a squeal of excitement.
“Tickets for New York!” I was ecstatic. I had always wanted to visit New York.
“Yes” he grinned “and we leave tomorrow. Now take off that wedding dress and get your ass over here.”
“I’ll need some help to get out of this dress Master.” He helped me disrobe and I stood there in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of stockings.
“Now, get on the bed” he ordered “on your belly.” He fastened my arms and legs to each corner of the bed and I could hear him removing his belt. I felt the first stroke across my ass, burning into my skin. An involuntary cry escaped my lips and he brought the belt down again. I pleaded with him to stop, but my cries just seemed to spur him on. Over and over, he hit me until the pain turned to desire and I begged him to fuck me.
He undid the bonds holding me and turned me over onto my back, tethering me to the bed once more so I was lying on my back, unable to move. He raised the belt and slashed me across my left breast. I cried out in shock as he landed another stripe across my right breast. Several times more, he whipped my breasts until I was begging for mercy.
He put down the belt and kissed me passionately on the mouth. His tongue began exploring my body, trailing down to my nipples. He sucked first one then the other, easing the sting from the belt. He trailed his tongue further down my body, till he reached my pussy. As he ran his tongue over the soft skin of my pussy lips, my clit swelled and began to throb. Gently, he parted my labia and teased me with his tongue, delving deep into my cunt. Running his tongue up, he began to lick my clitoris until I was ready to scream.
“Master, please let me cum” I begged.
“No, not yet” he said as he began to gently suck on my clit.
I was driven into a frenzy and pleaded with him “Please Master, I can’t hold back much longer.”
“No” he growled, “you will wait till I give you permission.” It was exquisite torture. I didn’t know how much more I could take. My cunt was throbbing and I was frantically trying not to cum. He inserted two fingers into my pussy and expertly found the g spot. Applying pressure, he drove me to the very edge.
“Please let me cum Master!”
“No” he said sharply “wait.”
Then his tongue and fingers disappeared and I felt his hard cock pushing at the entrance to my cunt. With one thrust he was in deep and I screamed with the sensation. Slowly, he withdrew and I wanted to cry with frustration. Quickly, he thrust his cock in even deeper.
“Master I have to cum” I begged.
“Very well my sweet slave, you shall have your release,” he breathed. He thrust a finger up my asshole and I let out a loud squeal as the waves of orgasm washed over me. I could feel my pussy contracting round his hard cock as he began to fuck me at a furious pace. With a satisfied grunt, he shot his load of hot sperm deep inside me.
We lay entwined, our breathing synchronized. “Did you enjoy your day my love?”
“Oh yes Master, it was perfect” I replied.
“We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow, so we really ought to get some sleep” he murmured in my ear. I agreed with him and he stood up and untied me from the bed. I was almost asleep and I heard him moving about the apartment getting ready for bed. I was too tired even to take my makeup off and tucking me in, he climbed in the bed beside me. I felt his naked body pressed up against me and cuddled up to him. I was pleased that he was going to spend the night beside me, as he usually preferred to sleep alone. Happy that he was spending tonight with me, I reached out and caressed his smooth skin. He kissed me deeply and before long I had fallen asleep.
I woke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. Master was up and dressed and brought me a cup. Sitting up in bed, I took the mug he handed to me. “I thought we would have breakfast with mother and father this morning, as we’ll be leaving later today.”
I could hardly contain my excitement. We were going to New York today and I could hardly wait to get going. “What time are we leaving Master?”
“After breakfast” he answered. “It is a night flight so we don’t fly till this evening but we need to home to the apartment first to pack our things.” We had not been back to our London flat since we had arrived at his parents’ house some three weeks ago. “There hasn’t been anything else in the newspapers about the sportsman and I think it is safe to return now. We can’t go to New York dressed in our country clothes though,” he laughed. “We will have breakfast with mother and father first, then we will set off for London.”
“What about packing our things here?”
“We’ll leave our things here, for we will not need our country clothes in London or New York,” he answered. “That reminds me,” he said going over to the bureau and returning with the tiny key “it’s time to take off your dress collar.” He lifted my hair from my neck and undid the little padlock. Removing the collar, he replaced it with the string of pearls, which served as my daytime collar whilst we were staying here. Placing the white gold collar in its satin lined box, he put it in a drawer. “Our things will be perfectly safe here till we return.”
Asking permission to use the bathroom, Master said yes and I went to shower and wash my hair. I shaved my pussy smooth and dried my hair. When I came out, Master was ready to join his parents for breakfast, so I quickly dressed in a tan cashmere top and matching skirt. Arm in arm, we left the apartment and joined them in the breakfast room in the main wing of the house.
As usual there was a selection of dishes for breakfast. Feeling hungry, I piled my plate with bacon and eggs and, pouring a cup of coffee, went to sit at the dining table. The Countess greeted me warmly and the Earl, as usual, rattled his newspaper. Master also chose bacon and eggs for his breakfast and sat down beside me. “Morning mother, morning father” he smiled as he sat down beside me.
“Good morning you two” the Countess said. “Do come out from behind that paper and greet your son and his wife,” she rebuked the Earl.
The paper lowered and his head appeared above the top of it. “Morning” he said before returning to his paper. I thought it funny, for I was used to the Earl by now and knew he was not talkative before he had had his coffee and read the papers.
“So” said his mother “what is your schedule for today?”
“I thought we would leave here after breakfast if that is ok with you, then drive down to London. I figure we will be in London by 2.30. That will give us time to pack and rest a little. I figure we will leave the flat by 5.30 and reach Heathrow by 7.30. Our flight is at 9.30 and that will give us time to check in and grab a bite to eat before our flight.”
“Sounds rather hectic,” the Countess said “but I am sure you will cope.”
“We won’t pack very much” Master said, “I expect Beth would like to do some shopping in New York and she can buy what she needs when she gets there.” My eyes lit up at the thought of a shopping spree.
“That sounds fantastic” I enthused “I would love to go shopping in New York!”
“I rather thought you would” he grinned.
We finished our breakfast and said our goodbyes to his parents. The Earl had come out from behind his paper by now and wished us a safe journey. The Countess kissed us both on the cheek and gave me a hug. “Come up and see us when you get back” she invited “I’ll look forward to hearing about your trip.”
Taking our leave, we headed back to the apartment. In a way, I would be sorry to leave. We had enjoyed a fantastic time up here culminating in the blessing and I was looking forward to our next visit already. Meantime, Master had gathered up everything we needed to take with us and put it into one of the cases. We locked up the apartment and went down to the garage where the 4 x 4 was parked. His parents had come to see us off and we waved to them as we started down the long drive that eventually led to the main road.
Before long his parents were just dots on the landscape, then they disappeared altogether. Still we hadn’t reached the road yet. It struck me once more just how big the Estate was. One day I would be the mistress of that Estate, but for now I was more concerned with our trip to New York. As we turned into the main road and started our journey to London, my thoughts turned to home. We had only been away for three weeks but it seemed ages since we had left our flat on the river.
As if reading my thoughts, Master turned to me and said, “Will you be glad to get home, even if only for a little while?”
“Yes Master, I will be pleased to see our flat.”
“You realize that now we are away from my parents, the old rules will apply again. I expect you to be naked every time we are alone together and you will crawl for me in private.”
“Yes Master, I haven’t forgotten the rules.”
“Good girl” he said. We soon reached the highway and following the signs for London, we were on our way. Mile after mile sped by as we cruised along. I fell into a light sleep for part of the journey, dreaming about New York and what it would be like. I heard Master say, “Sleep all you want now for we have a long day ahead” and I drifted off. I woke as we entered the outskirts of London. Gradually, there were more and more buildings until finally we reached the end of the motorway and entered London. I rubbed my eyes and asked the time.
Master turned and smiled at me. “It is 2.00, we are right on schedule.” We drove through the streets of London until I began to recognize where we were. We passed by Tower Bridge and a few minutes later, we pulled to a stop outside the warehouse. Pulling up to the curb, Master parked the car. He got out and came round to open the passenger door for me. “I’ll come back for our cases,” he said. “Let’s get upstairs first and have some coffee, I know I could do with a cup.”
We pushed open the outer door and found ourselves in the cool foyer of our building. Riding up in the creaking lift, we stopped at the fourth floor and stepped out. There were the familiar green metal shutters that had come to signify home to me. Stepping through the door, he closed it behind us and took me into his arms. Kissing me he said, “Now, go get those clothes off.”
Walking into the bedroom, I sat down on the bed and took off my shoes. I pulled my sweater over my head and removed my bra. I stood up and took off my stockings. Unfastening my skirt I let it slide to the floor. I was stepping out of my panties when I became aware of Master looking at me approvingly. He came up behind me and gently unfastened the pearls from around my neck, replacing them with my black leather collar.
“That’s better, now down on your knees and crawl for me,” he ordered. I dropped to my knees and felt the sting of the crop, urging me to crawl for my Master. I quickly dropped down to all fours and began to crawl. “That’s better,” he said as I felt another stroke across my ass. “Come and let’s get some coffee, we don’t have a great deal of time,” he said, heading for the kitchen. I followed behind on my hands and knees. “Sit up at the table and have your coffee,” he said and I sat down on one of the wicker chairs. He placed a cup in front of me and poured out the dark brown coffee. From somewhere in the kitchen, he produced a package of chocolate biscuits and put them on a plate in front of me.
“We don’t have a lot of time, so you may stand up and walk whilst we get ready. I just wanted to see you naked and on your knees before we start packing.” I had a million questions about our trip, but knew I would just irritate him if I started pestering him for details. Not wanting to anger him, I kept quiet and sipped my coffee.
Biting into a chocolate biscuit I let the chocolate melt on my tongue. I was glad to be home, even for a couple of hours. The next few hours were going to be hectic and I enjoyed the peace and quiet.
“Ok” said Master “I think it is time to get ready. We have a very long day ahead of us.” I looked over at him and thought again how lucky I was that he had chosen me for his slave and how happy I was being with him.
“Come on my sweet” he said “time to get ready. New York awaits us.”
“Yes Master” I said demurely, but inside I was bubbling up. This was going to be a fantastic journey.
