Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16

... to place his bundle of clothes in the corner by the door, highly aware of presenting his bent-over and exposed ass for her careless, casual, gaze.

'Come here. Stand beside me.'

'Yes, Madam.'

Mary took Dan's nearest wrist, reached up, and clipped the wrist cuff to his collar. The same for the second wrist. She then cupped his balls gently and watched his penis stiffen and rise.

'Now sit. We'll have our coffee.'

'Yes, Madam.'

'First Dan, you may be wondering why I am here. The simple answer is that I'm back to report to the quarterly board meeting on the Middle East market. I know I'm only gone a month but the quarterly meeting is when the quarterly meeting is, and that is tomorrow. The IT market in the Middle East is really ramping up and it's a high priority for the company. I'll fly home every quarter to attend the meeting and check in with HQ. Just part of the job, Dan. '

'I see.' Dan was getting more comfortable. Getting some coffee into him. Decided he could ease up on the 'Madam' thing.

'The second thing you may be wondering is, what is going on as regards you being brought home by Elizabeth? Simply this. Elizabeth emailed me to ask for you to provide that service you provided to her. She wasn't aware that I had transferred to Dubai. And yes, Dan I now know what that service was. Anyway, I told her you had skipped out on me in Paris and I didn't know where you were. Thought that would be the end of it. Didn't reckon on Elizabeth's special skills. ...

... Two weeks later, she told me she had tracked you down. Said that you had been enslaved by some cruel white bitch in Paris who was making you work for her and planning to sell your sperm. Well, I had to be shocked. What choice did I have? Had to agree to get you back by whatever means. Poor Dan. Enslaved by a cruel white mistress. Can't have that. Elizabeth said, no problem. 'Leave it to me,' were her very words. And voila, as they say in Paris. Here you are. Purely by coincidence, I happen to be home today and tomorrow, otherwise, you'd be sleeping in Elizabeth's bed tonight, well sleeping in her guest bed I presume. Maybe in the one she calls her Daddy's bed, Dan,' added Mary with a sarcastic arch of her eyebrow. Anyway, when I told Elizabeth I'd be home she arranged for you to be delivered here. She won't get back till tomorrow.'

'Lucky for me. Otherwise, I'd be lying in the trailer all night.'

'Indeed. Now we both need to sleep. When I get back from the office late tomorrow afternoon, you and I will go out and have a nice meal in our favourite restaurant and decide a way forward. Deal?'

'Yes, Madam,' said Dan again. He had decided not to attempt any conversation or argument during Mary's explanation, concentrating instead on drinking his coffee. This required him to lean in over the table and bring the mug of coffee carefully to his lips. It was the first cup of coffee he'd had since his meal on the flight to Paris a month ago, and he didn't want to waste it. It ...