His Mistress’s Voice (28 page)

Katrina was smiling in reminiscence when he glanced at her. The smile grew shy dimples when she turned to look at him. ‘I’d like to thank you too,’ she said. ‘I didn’t want to say anything in front of Harriet, but you helped make this weekend unforgettable. So I want you to have this.’ She dug into her handbag and came up with a scrap of paper: her address and telephone number. ‘If you’re in Holland and at a loose end, call me. Maybe we can meet.’

Tom took the paper and put it into his coat pocket. ‘Yes, I’d like that very much.’

But Katrina wasn’t done. ‘Can you find a place to stop?’

Tom knew there was a lay-by about half a mile further along, and he kept his eyes open for it. When he stopped the car Katrina dug into her handbag and came up with the thumbcuffs she had worn most of the time at Harriet’s house.

‘A parting gift from Harriet,’ she said with a smile. ‘Something to help us start our own collection. Would you put them on me, please? I think it would be exciting to be driven to meet Ari like that. And maybe it will give me the luck I need to start again.’

Tom took the cuffs from her and Katrina held her hands out with the thumbs close together. ‘Do you have the key? It wouldn’t do to forget that.’

Silently she handed the keys to him.

When he was sure there were no other cars or people nearby, Tom locked the cuffs around her thumbs, double-locking them as Harriet always did. He put the keys into his pocket and came out with a small parcel in his turn. ‘I had intended to give you this at the airport – a little gift from me. But I think you’d enjoy it more now.’ He unwrapped a pair of handcuffs and leg-irons and showed them to Katrina. ‘Something to help you sleep more securely at night. Think of me when you wear them. Harriet won’t miss them, and I’ll replace them before I go back there. In case you want anything else along those lines, the maker’s name is on the box.’

Katrina sat very still as he cuffed her wrists together. When he bent down to lock the leg-irons around her ankles, she gave a small shiver of excitement. ‘Tighter, Tom. Could you make them just a little tighter? Please?’

Tom closed the irons two or three more notches and double-locked them. He did the same to her handcuffs.

‘Oh, Tom. Thank you so much.’ She reached over with her manacled hands and pulled his face closer. She opened her mouth and kissed him long and deeply, her tongue sliding warmly into his own mouth. Suddenly she said, ‘Oh!’ and gave a small shudder.

Helplessly she stared down at two small damp patches on the front of her dress. ‘I . . . I came. Just a little. And I leaked again,’ she confessed. ‘This makes me so excited.’

‘I’m glad,’ Tom replied. ‘I hope your nipples stay that sensitive after you’ve finished giving milk.’ He reached out to touch her nipples. They were stiff under the material of her dress. Then he twitched her skirt above her knees, admiring once again the firmness of her thighs under the glossy nylon. ‘If you’ll stay that way until we reach Heathrow, I’ll be excited too,’ he said with a smile.

‘You really like to see my legs?’ Katrina asked.

‘And the rest of you,’ Tom replied. ‘Too bad this isn’t the best place for it.’ He started the car and pulled out into the stream of traffic. As he did so he caught a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye. When he could spare a glance at Katrina she was struggling with her manacled hands to raise her skirt still higher. Finally she had it up around her hips and her legs were on display from her crotch down to the leg-irons on her ankles.

‘It’s the least I can do for you,’ she said with a smile. She turned in the seat so that her legs were as close to him as she could manage.

Tom shifted into top gear and then rested his hand on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her flesh through the smooth material of her tights. ‘Just like being fifteen years old again,’ he joked. ‘But I never thought of using handcuffs to excite my girl friends.’

In the tunnel they were halted briefly alongside a lorry. There was a loud whistle of the sort every woman loves to hear but some profess to hate. They looked up to see the driver looking down at the display Katrina made.

She smiled at him and he gave her the thumbs-up sign. With a giggle she said to Tom, ‘I don’t suppose I should give him the same. Do you?’

‘I suppose you’d better not.’

The traffic inched forward and eventually they were entering the car park at the terminal. Tom took the ticket from the machine and began to look for a place to park. He found one on the second level and took one final look at her legs. With a sigh he dug the keys out of his pocket.

Katrina noticed the bulge in his trousers. She asked mischievously, ‘Is that for me, or were you planning to erect a tent and camp out?’ Quickly she shifted in the seat and used both her hands to unzip Tom’s trousers. The thumbcuffs made it awkward, but she managed in the end.

When his erection was in full view she bent down and took him into her mouth. Her tongue felt delicious as it circled the head of his cock. She sucked gently at it, tightening her lips around the head as she felt him stir with excitement. With her manacled hands she cupped his balls. Tom felt the thumbcuffs bite into the underside of his cock as she used her thumbs to stroke its base.

Tom gave a sigh of satisfaction as her hands and her busy tongue found the sensitive spots. He reached down to tease her nipples – the only part of her he could reach from his position. At once Katrina jumped, and she clamped down on his cock with her lips.

She moaned in pleasure as he continued to fondle her, and Tom knew they were both going to come soon. He tried to time things so that they both could finish at the same time, but Katrina beat him to the wire. She could manage only a choked-back ‘Mmmmmmnnnnhhh’ because her mouth was full of him, but he felt the dampness as her nipples leaked again. She bit down on him as she came. Then he exploded too, and Katrina had to swallow quickly to avoid making a mess of them both.

Afterwards they sank back into the seats to recover. Katrina made a small sound of dismay as she saw the front of her dress, but her smile belied it.

Tom reached once more for the keys and this time he got Katrina unlocked. He zipped up his trousers and got her bag out of the boot. He stowed the handcuffs, leg-irons and thumbcuffs in her overnight bag. Airport security might wonder why she chose to carry such things in her baggage, but there would not be any awkward questions so long as they were not in her cabin baggage. Tom carried her bag to the terminal for her.

Inside, Katrina made a dash for the toilets and emerged looking less like someone who had leaked milk from her breasts as she gave a man a blow job in the front seat of the car, and more like a very attractive woman who had had an unfortunate accident with her coffee. If anyone noticed the faint red marks on her wrists and ankles and at the base of her thumbs, they couldn’t connect them with what had actually happened.

When Ari came in a few minutes later Tom saw them off. He didn’t ask any questions about the weekend, and Tom was glad for that. He and Katrina could discuss it in their own time. As she went into the departure lounge, Katrina looked back once more and mouthed, ‘Remember the address.’ Tom nodded and waved goodbye.

Chapter Eight

As it always did, the time during which he was away from Harriet’s place dragged by. So it was with a great sense of relief that Tom left work and drove to her house at the appointed time. She let him in with a brief smile of welcome. To Tom she looked preoccupied. He wondered if he had caught her at a bad moment, but she said nothing. She was wearing a housecoat and looked as if she was in the midst of getting dressed for some occasion. If it had been anyone but Harriet, Tom would have said something was worrying her. The Harriet he knew was not the sort to let things get to her. She went out and dealt with them instead. Or defeated them the moment they came to her door.

His leg-irons were already laid out on the coffee table, so he knew he was expected. Without any further instructions he took off his clothes. As usual, Harriet double-locked the manacles when he had put them on.

‘Have you eaten yet?’ she asked. Tom said he hadn’t.

‘Good. You go through and fix something while I get dressed for the occasion. We have to have a talk this evening.’ Harriet smiled when she said this, making the pronouncement less ominous. She went upstairs as Tom turned away to fix supper.

Harriet seemed to have something important in mind, so Tom decided to make something more substantial than the coffee and sandwiches he had been doing. A bottle of wine might not go amiss either, he thought as he selected one and put it into the fridge. Harriet was taking her time, so Tom was able to prepare pasta and salad before he heard her familiar footsteps descending the stairs.

She looked into the kitchen to see how he was doing, and Tom was surprised to see her wearing, not the leather outfit he liked so much, but something altogether softer. Harriet wore a filmy negligee in black (and she had said that men were predictable!) and her hair was carefully brushed so as to frame her face and to take away the severe look she usually had. Yes, something was definitely in the air and it didn’t look like another lashing, unless Harriet had deliberately dressed so as to disarm him.

They ate in companionable silence. Tom wondered if this was the evening he would have his a chance with Harriet. It certainly felt that way. Halfway through the meal the door bell sounded. Tom was surprised, but Harriet looked downright annoyed. Clearly she hadn’t planned on any interruptions.

Hurriedly she donned her housecoat and went to answer the door, ready to summarily dismiss whoever it was. Tom was surprised when she took her time about returning and when she did, he was even more surprised to see Beth come with her. Beth looked much as he had remembered her, perhaps even more attractive after her protracted absence. She smiled uncertainly at Tom and he found himself recalllng their time together. He hoped Harriet didn’t notice his sudden erection.

Harriet looked distinctly less pleased. Nevertheless she offered their visitor a seat and asked her if she was hungry. Beth ignored the strained atmosphere as she sat down in the vacant chair. She declined food but poured herself a glass of wine. She said nothing about Tom’s nudity or his leg-irons. Nor did she comment on Harriet’s seductive apparel, though she had to be aware that she had interrupted a cozy evening at home for the other two. Compared with them she was vastly overdressed, but she ignored that as well.

Tom had a hundred questions to ask her, and he momentarily forgot Harriet as he asked where she had been. As Beth was framing an adequate reply – she couldn’t merely give the name of the last place she had arrived from – Harriet broke in.

‘Wherever she’s been, she’s back now.’ There was a strained smile on her face as she delivered this conversation stopper. The air in the room was distinctly chillier, even though Harriet and Beth were supposed to be friends. Harriet was becoming possessive.

Beth spoke into the silence, ‘I’ve come to beg bed and bondage until I get sorted out with a place of my own.’ She looked at Tom as she said this, rather than at Harriet. It was a challenge: Tom knew he was being invited to choose between them. It wasn’t fair. Beth had gone off with no promises and no commitment. She had left Tom to Harriet, and now she was back and looked like reasserting her claim on him.

Harriet said nothing but she couldn’t miss the challenge. Nor did Tom miss the hardening in her expression. He was in a very awkward situation. Beth had been a completely different lover from any he had ever known, but so had Harriet. And he had since discovered that he had a taste for the games she had played with him. He preferred to be the assistant. The freedom from responsibility he had felt when Harriet was in control was more satisfying than the sense of being in charge he felt with Beth. She was the passive one, though she had more experience with B&D than he had.

Harriet broke the impasse by action, as she usually did. She ordered Tom to stand up. He was still erect, though it was impossible to say who the erection was in honour of. But as is the case with women, both would think it was for the other, and be angry with him. She beckoned both of them to follow her to the cellar, with the air of one who plans to settle things in short order.

Tom let Beth go first, then went down behind her. Whatever Harriet had planned to do or say that evening was on hold. Tom was disappointed, but there was no point in trying to restore the cozy atmosphere that had prevailed before Beth’s dramatic reappearance. Harriet herself appeared to be at a momentary loss, and Tom guessed that she was going to leave them both downstairs while she decided what to do. He had become accustomed to doing what Harriet told him, and he knew that Beth too was inclined to be submissive. He felt a momentary regret that he had not been more dominant with her, but knew he too preferred the opposite role.

Harriet led him to the cell on the left-hand side of the passageway. When he went inside she locked the door and turned to Beth. She didn’t close the spy hole so Tom could see Beth being hustled into the other cell. She didn’t seem to be making any protest. And she had begged bed and bondage earlier. She was now getting it. Not long afterwards the lights went out, but Tom could hear Harriet moving about long after that. It was too early for bed and she probably had quite a bit on her mind. Tom certainly had much to think of.

In the morning Tom heard Harriet coming down the stairs. Her footsteps sounded normal, no hesitation, so he guessed she had decided what to do about the awkward situation. Tom didn’t think she intended to throw in the towel and let Beth walk away with the prize. Hey! That’s me! Tom thought. It might be interesting to be fought over by two women. Pleasing to the ego! But somehow he knew it wouldn’t turn out that way. Harriet wasn’t the sort to lose a fight and Beth was just submissive enough to let her have her way. She might even leave again for good after Harriet was done with her. Tom felt ambivalent.