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Pippa and Harry – Chapter 6
The following morning I was awake quite early. The clocks had not changed yet and the sun was coming in through the high narrow window. Very much like a primister cell I thought. With Pippa releasing my legs it had been much easier, but still it had been a rough night. My only consolation was that by being kept on my front my bottom had not been squashed onto the bed. Some of those ‘wallops’ with the belt had curved round a little, so even if I had lain on my side, they would have been squashed and even more painful.
Anyway I could hear noises upstairs and sure enough after a while I heard the front door being shut and a car crunching down the drive. All was silent.
It had not occurred to me till then how potentially dangerous my situation was. Tied to a bed, locked in a basement in an empty house. What if there was a fire ?
I tried to reamister a bit. It was only five minutes by car to the local school. Say five minutes there, five minutes to drop the youngren, five minutes back. Fifteen at most for the round trip. My stomach was knotted up with tension. This must be exactly how a primisterer must feel.. of my wife.
She could be doing anything.
Of course then I started to think about ‘men’… with her… I was a hopeless case. Why did it cause me to get so excited ? Why was this suddenly happening to me ? All I knew was it did.
I tried to relax
Time, when you have no clock and are waiting for something seems to pass incredibly slowly.
I tried to thing about the lesmisters that I needed to give this afternoon. It seemed incredibly difficult to think.
Finally, although I found out later it was only 12 minutes, I heard a car coming back down the drive. The front door being opened, closed. I found I was panting. I just hoped it was Pippa…
Footsteps on the stairs coming down to the basement, and then along the corridor towards my room (my room ??) They sounded quite officious and I felt sure they were high heels. They sounded as if they were stilettos.. Stopped outside the door. There was a jangling of keys. (This really did seem as if I was in a cell now..). A key inserted into the lock, turned and the door opened. I looked over.
‘Morning Harry’
‘Morning Pippa’
‘Sleep well ?’
‘Not very.’
‘Shame. I did. Great to have all the bed to stretch out in.’ (Pippa was grinning at me).
Pippa had taken a seat in the chair and coolly crossed her legs.
I looked hungrily at her legs and stilettos. She had great legs. The skirt length was just above her knee and rode up a little more when she sat down. Delicious…
‘They are stockings.’ Pippa’s voice was very dry.
I looked up and her grin was broader. ‘Thought you would like them’
‘Can I see ?’
‘What ?’
‘You know, ..the tops…’
‘No way. Only dirty little boys ask for that, and respectable married ladies certainly do not show them.’
Now Pippa was chuckling.. She was gently lifting up the sheet.
‘That bottom still looks a bit pink… very tempting..’
I knew I was red in the face.
‘Blushing Harry. How sweet..’
‘Well how about untying me ?’
‘In a minute or two.’
‘Please not much more. I need the loo.’
Pippa was now covering her mouth with her hand, giggling. ‘I forgot. Sorry. That would have been embarrassing for you. Imagine if you had wet the bed….’ (For some reamister the idea made a certain part of me even harder. I was glad I was lying down..)
‘Anyway this is not going to take long.
I am going to cut one of your arms free in a moment with the scissors and leave you to do the rest as I have to go
to work. Bit late already’ (Pippa was checking her watch, which I noticed was the gold rolex I had given her on
our 5th wedding anniversary, she was really looking professional and sophisticated today in a very smart suit. Sexy as well ..)
‘Just thought I would remind you that your doing the washing and ironing from now on as agreed. Also I am
not going to be in till late. I think I told you, but if not, I am telling you now, that I have a 5pm meeting with
Mr Richardmister, one of the top partners, and he then wants us to go onto dinner. I guess I will be back by
about 11pm.’ Pippa then hesitated, but went on..
‘I want you to agree to something..’ (Pippa’s voice was trailing off and I could see Pippa was now looking down
at her rings twisting them round, I could her worry or was it just concern in her voice ?) . I cut in to re-assure her.
‘Go on Pippa. Ask. I can only say no.’
‘That’s what I do not want you to say..’ She looked away again.
‘Come on Pippa spit it out.’
‘I want…
I want you to agree to me being in charge of this marriage from now on.’
‘What’s that mean ?’
Pippa was now looking me straight in the eye. Very cool and collected now I thought.
‘It means I am in charge. The boss. You do what I want.’
I lay there looking up at her. Silent
I felt afraid. Something through was stirring me… exciting me… Pippa in charge..
Why ?
Pippa’s voice was now quite low, almost embarrassed..
‘I have suddenly found I like it when you do what I say. She looked away but I could now see was flushing. ‘It is exciting me’ and then at a rush ‘and I think it excites you... Does it ?’
Now it was my turn to try and look away, it was difficult as I was still held down. I closed my eyes. I heard my voice almost not of my own will say
‘Could we give it a trial ?? I’m not sure…’
There was silence. I had to look. There was Pippa looking steadily down at me.
‘Alright I agree to that on the basis of it ending when I say so, or very latest at the end of your weight
loss challenge. That still puts me in charge but there is a limit’
I went to cut in. Her hand came over my mouth.
‘I’ve not finished yet.
You have to also agree to try to obey me, and if you fail any instruction I give you, it ends immediately. It’s no good if you do not try. You have to want to obey me. To enjoy obeying me’
I could feel my hardness and was relieved I was still face down.
‘I will try, I promise.’
‘So you do like the idea ?’
I hesitated
‘You must do. No man (and Pippa spat the word) would agree to such terms. You truly are a little boy, but Mummy (now Pippa’s voice was sickly sweet) loves her little boy..
Oh my.. seems that Mummy’s little boy finds this quite exciting…’ (Pippa’s right hand had again wriggled under me and found my very firm erection pressed between the me and the bed..)
Her head leaned in close to me, her mouth close to my ear,
‘And can you imagine what it would be like if I told you I was going on a date with another man… maybe the man has become my boyfriend... ’
I just ejaculated.
‘Oh dear. I think I can take that as a yes…’
I could not trust myself to speak. I nodded looking into Pippa’s grey eyes which seemed to be so cool... much more mature and understanding than I felt.
Pippa wiped her hand on the sheet. Stood up.
‘Right I’ll be off now. By the way I called the school. They know your not so well so they do not expect you today.
It will give you time to get everything sorted out. All the sheets washed and ironed, clothes as well.’
I felt so small lying there naked while Pippa stood looking down at me so elegantly dressed. I just knew I was twitching again. Pippa clearly guessed..
‘And no more playing with yourself, ok ??
I still want a good fucking…tonight… I am sure after having spent most of the evening with old Mr Richardmister
I will need something to come home to…
Love you lots… Bye..’ and she was gone.
I suddenly paniced. She had not cut one of the tights or left the scissors..
‘Pippa, PIPPA, You need to cut one of the tights…’
‘Ooohps…’ Pippa was back. ‘You just caught me. Sorry.’ Snip.
‘Here’s the scissors. Must fly I’m late’ and away she went.
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