Just a little ditty I did...
Plans sometimes go awry…
To the casual observer, Messaline Atkinson had it all. A mechanical failure forced Brian Atkinson’s private jet to land at an airport he had not planned on. While heading to a bar in the terminal he spotted an advertisement for one of his many companies that feature a very pretty young woman. He pulled out his phone, called his media chief, and told him to find out who the woman was. It was the only modeling the then 20 year old Messaline Williams had every done.
A few days later Messaline found herself flying to California on another of his jets, and then whisked by limousine to his estate on the central coast. He was 59 at the time but a ruggedly handsome self-made multi-billionaire. He convinced her to move into his guest house and courted her four two months, next making sexual advances although the bulge in his pants would often betray his desires. One evening he called the guest house and suggested Messaline come over for dinner. She told him the staff had already prepared her dinner but she’d like him to join her for dessert. He rode one of classic motorcycles down the mile long driveway, parking it next to the Bentley he had given her. He went to the door and found a note hanging from the knocker saying the door was open and she was on the balcony of her bed room. That bulge in his pants got bigger.
He ran up the stair and knocked on the bedroom door. He heard Messaline call out “It’s your last chance to run away. The door’s unlocked!” There was no way Brian was going to run away. He cleared his throat then opened the door and walked through the bedroom. He sucked in a deep breath when he saw Messaline leaning over the railing. She wore a blue corset with sheer blue stockings. Her feet were adorned with deep blue stilettos. The single thread of her thong disappeared between the tanned buns of her ass. She turned to face him. The corset had small cups that lifted her breasts but revealed all of them. And a pale blue clematis flower adorned her light brown hair. Except for the flower the outfit had been a gift from Brian and his strongest hint he was interested in taking things further. Messaline had waited two weeks to respond to it.
Brian was totally taken by her and began to walk towards Messaline. She shook her head and said “I get dessert first. I made you a drink.”
He spotted the whiskey and water and reached for the fly of his jeans. Messaline admonished him saying that was her ‘treasure to find’. She dropped to her knees and pulled the zipper down. She pulled his erection out of his jeans then licked the dew from its head…
They married six months later…
Prior to their marriage, they made love often, sometimes several times a day. Brain had the stamina of young man and the experience that comes with age. He introduced Messaline to light bondage and, while uncomfortable with it at first, she came to enjoy it, finding it a freedom from her thoughts to just experience the moment of which she had no control. After they married he told Messaline he had a room he wanted to show her. He led her down a long set of stairs that certainly went below the basement theater. He triumphantly swung a huge wood door open and exclaimed “It’s all yours, darling!”
Messa stared in bewildered wonderment at the vast cavern that stood before her. She looked into the deep room punctuated with stone columns holding the vaulted ceiling. Each vault presented a different medieval torture device lit with smoking torches. Brian slapped Messa’s ass and asked “Is this great?”
Messaline quickly realized the idyllic life she had envisioned just disappeared. Over time she saw less of Brian and usually it was when he wanted sex and when he wanted sex she was bound to the bed or brought to the dungeon. Gradually he transformed her into his prisoner. Instead of free use of the Bentley Messaline was assigned a driver, if he allowed her to go out at all. He had her sunbathe nude an hour a day so she would not have tan lines. Most troubling to Messaline was being brought to the dungeon, stripped, and mounted to the device de juer by the house staff and left to wait for Brian to come and use her.
One day Marie, one of his maids, came out to the pool while Messaline was laying naked face-down on a chaise. She ordered Messaline to place her hands on her ass then locked genuine medieval iron manacles around her wrists. Bluntly she said “Get up.”
As Messaline struggled to roll over and get to her feet she asked “What’s going on?”
Marie buckled a thick leather collar around Messaline’s neck while explaining “You’re going to help Master Brian seal a business deal.”
As Marie blindfolded her, Messaline’s mind raced as she could only imagine how she would be used to ‘seal’ a deal. She heard chains rattle and felt iron shackles placed around her ankles. As Marie tied a coarse hemp rope to the collar Messaline said “I’m afraid.”
to be continued....
T
Plans sometimes go awry…
To the casual observer, Messaline Atkinson had it all. A mechanical failure forced Brian Atkinson’s private jet to land at an airport he had not planned on. While heading to a bar in the terminal he spotted an advertisement for one of his many companies that feature a very pretty young woman. He pulled out his phone, called his media chief, and told him to find out who the woman was. It was the only modeling the then 20 year old Messaline Williams had every done.
A few days later Messaline found herself flying to California on another of his jets, and then whisked by limousine to his estate on the central coast. He was 59 at the time but a ruggedly handsome self-made multi-billionaire. He convinced her to move into his guest house and courted her four two months, next making sexual advances although the bulge in his pants would often betray his desires. One evening he called the guest house and suggested Messaline come over for dinner. She told him the staff had already prepared her dinner but she’d like him to join her for dessert. He rode one of classic motorcycles down the mile long driveway, parking it next to the Bentley he had given her. He went to the door and found a note hanging from the knocker saying the door was open and she was on the balcony of her bed room. That bulge in his pants got bigger.
He ran up the stair and knocked on the bedroom door. He heard Messaline call out “It’s your last chance to run away. The door’s unlocked!” There was no way Brian was going to run away. He cleared his throat then opened the door and walked through the bedroom. He sucked in a deep breath when he saw Messaline leaning over the railing. She wore a blue corset with sheer blue stockings. Her feet were adorned with deep blue stilettos. The single thread of her thong disappeared between the tanned buns of her ass. She turned to face him. The corset had small cups that lifted her breasts but revealed all of them. And a pale blue clematis flower adorned her light brown hair. Except for the flower the outfit had been a gift from Brian and his strongest hint he was interested in taking things further. Messaline had waited two weeks to respond to it.
Brian was totally taken by her and began to walk towards Messaline. She shook her head and said “I get dessert first. I made you a drink.”
He spotted the whiskey and water and reached for the fly of his jeans. Messaline admonished him saying that was her ‘treasure to find’. She dropped to her knees and pulled the zipper down. She pulled his erection out of his jeans then licked the dew from its head…
They married six months later…
Prior to their marriage, they made love often, sometimes several times a day. Brain had the stamina of young man and the experience that comes with age. He introduced Messaline to light bondage and, while uncomfortable with it at first, she came to enjoy it, finding it a freedom from her thoughts to just experience the moment of which she had no control. After they married he told Messaline he had a room he wanted to show her. He led her down a long set of stairs that certainly went below the basement theater. He triumphantly swung a huge wood door open and exclaimed “It’s all yours, darling!”
Messa stared in bewildered wonderment at the vast cavern that stood before her. She looked into the deep room punctuated with stone columns holding the vaulted ceiling. Each vault presented a different medieval torture device lit with smoking torches. Brian slapped Messa’s ass and asked “Is this great?”
Messaline quickly realized the idyllic life she had envisioned just disappeared. Over time she saw less of Brian and usually it was when he wanted sex and when he wanted sex she was bound to the bed or brought to the dungeon. Gradually he transformed her into his prisoner. Instead of free use of the Bentley Messaline was assigned a driver, if he allowed her to go out at all. He had her sunbathe nude an hour a day so she would not have tan lines. Most troubling to Messaline was being brought to the dungeon, stripped, and mounted to the device de juer by the house staff and left to wait for Brian to come and use her.
One day Marie, one of his maids, came out to the pool while Messaline was laying naked face-down on a chaise. She ordered Messaline to place her hands on her ass then locked genuine medieval iron manacles around her wrists. Bluntly she said “Get up.”
As Messaline struggled to roll over and get to her feet she asked “What’s going on?”
Marie buckled a thick leather collar around Messaline’s neck while explaining “You’re going to help Master Brian seal a business deal.”
As Marie blindfolded her, Messaline’s mind raced as she could only imagine how she would be used to ‘seal’ a deal. She heard chains rattle and felt iron shackles placed around her ankles. As Marie tied a coarse hemp rope to the collar Messaline said “I’m afraid.”
to be continued....
T
