Stabled

It was 1am and Dave was doing his rounds. Tonight wasn’t strictly necessary as the riding stables he was working security for had no horses in, they were all away to the races. Dave however was a man of routine. Ex-army and took the job seriously. It wasn’t his night tonight either, he was doing the shift for one of his team so that they could have the night off and party.

The grooms had taken the chance to clear the stables out and instead of relining them with hay, they had left them to air, then all the people working on the stud had gone down to the town for a booze-up. It didn’t happen to often that the place was this deserted, so they were all taking the chance to let their hair down. Dave smiled, there were going to be some good stories from this night as the grooms were a mixture of girls and boys and all were young and fit, some fitter than others.

As he quietly walked through the deserted buildings he thought he heard something and stopped to listen. In the dark he could hear footsteps, two sets. He moved back further into the shadows and waited.

Wench

It was getting dark when she got off the train and she was the only one at the station. She went through the deserted ticket barrier and out into the car park. Apart from a taxi, there was no one there. She looked at her watch. Master had said this train, had told her it would arrive here at this time, but he was not there to pick her up. She was just about to start panicking when the taxi driver got out and shouted her name. She looked up, and walked towards him, relief replacing the adrenaline surge.

They drove in silence. The driver knew where to take her, which was fortunate as she had never been to her Master’s and Mistress home before. They had always met at parties, in hotels, or for one glorious weekend, a cabin in the Lake District. She had been naked, tied, gagged and beaten. The bruises had lasted for two weeks, and everyday she had admired them, coveted them in the mirror. When they had gone she had felt she had lost something.

Perfect [Cross Dressing] [Domination]

He had known what she was before they met. He had gone on to the net looking for her. Well not her, but someone like her. She had found him, if the truth be known. Had taken him, controlled him.

They had met after a couple of days, his life fleeting past, his work a blur. She had told him they would meet and he had agreed. She sent him an email, with the day, date and time. The place was a hotel. He knew it, had stayed there on business

Now when he checked in it was different. As if everyone knew why he was there. He left a note, as instructed, for her to collect when she arrived. It detailed the room and that he would be ready. Anyone could read the note and he blushed when he handed it over.

He sat in the room on the end of the bed. He wanted to run, but his legs didn’t work. His brain shouted move, but his body just sat there. He knew what was too happen. She had told him what would happen in detail. Too much detail. He had wanked over her messages, knowing it was not allowed. Knowing he was doing wrong. Knowing she had forbidden him.

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