A mistress, no less.

It was clear I had awoken something in Pamela, and I was delighted to see her development. I was curious about one thing, however. Although I had explained the situation with the cock cage - that Mr Loverman's little pride and joy would remain incarcerated within it until she chose to release it - she was making no attempt to engineer the moment. I thought she may be shy about me being there, concerned that I might watch: she was a generously proportioned woman and may have been reluctant to reveal her naked body to me. She needn't have worried - I found her sexy in her own way - but nonetheless I decided I had to help: taking the subtle approach, one afternoon I informed her I was going out.

"I'll be out a while: won't be home until eleven tonight, at the earliest."

"Okay."

"So you have the place to yourself. Feel free. Go anywhere, use anything you like. I don't mind."

She grinned and reached out for the naked arse of Mr Loverman, smacking it firmly and leaving a handprint on his white flesh. "Okay, leave it to me 3;"

Bingo!, I thought. I went to the bedroom and fetched the cock cage key from its locked hiding place. Ostentatiously, making sure that Mr Loverman saw the handover, I passed it to her.

"And you may want this," I said, dropping it into her hand. Mr Loverman's face was blanketed by fear - the fear of the unknown, the fear of a climax he had simultaneously craved and dreaded - and he scampered to the bedroom to lie in his basket. Increasingly, he was coming to do that when confronted by something unpalatable: his ability to make independent decisions had been so eroded that he could only deal with difficulties by hiding from them.

I felt certain that Pamela was finally going to get her desire. She had dreamed of having Mr Loverman for so long, and now she was about to have her dreams fulfilled - in the most unexpected manner. I left them to it and embarked on my rendezvous with Carina, a delightful minx I had encountered some days previously while on a scouting mission for work. I had been expecting to find suitable property for conversion, but instead came across Carina, working in the reception of a property agency. We quickly established a rapport and I knew within minutes of meeting her that I would end up in her bed. And so it proved.

She was inventive. Only young, scarcely more than twenty-three or twenty-four, but with a repertoire of tongue movements, hand slides, finger curls and body presses which had me in a state of ecstacy running across the languid hours of afternoon and early evening. There is something quite delicious about lying in bed at five in the evening, arm draped around a lover, still feeling the final flush of love-making wash through your body. It's the decadence of knowing that around you, the world is still at work, colleagues are at their desks, people are calling to speak to you, to discuss sensible matters, important issues, while you are on your back, with a lover between your thighs and heaven in your sights.

I adored the curve of her breast. It was small, the skin taut and smooth, with the nipple upturned, dark and proud. It necessitated only the most minimal deviance from the straight line of her smooth belly to encompass the small roundness of her breast, a route my hand traversed over and over, thumb sliding across her nipple again and again. Her hair was black and bobbed, her eyes blue, sparkling, her brow at once intense and full of mischief. I lay beside her and felt a lurch in my stomach. Steady, I cautioned, you could fall for this one.

That wasn't part of the plan.

The steady intoxication of sex was definitely part of the plan, however, and with a break for smoked salmon and caviar, we retreated into experimentation once more. Carina jumped astride me, legs pinioning my arms to my sides. After so many months of dominating Mr Loverman it felt curious to be in a position of helplessness, but the waves of excitement building in my abdomen revealed my reaction. I looked at her pussy, dark and dangerous, and watched it slide closer and closer as Carina rode up my chest towards my face. I was tremendously excited, more than I had been in months, and I tried to analyse why.

"Are you ready for this?" Carina asked. I nodded.

She positioned her knees either side of my head and sank down, covering my face. I was engulfed by her heat and aroma, my tongue stretching towards her slit. She sat down firmly, pressing herself against me, sealing her pussy against my waiting mouth, and I began to lick. After so many months of domination it felt extraordinary to be servicing someone else in this manner and I was aware of the ructions it was causing in my body. I wasn't completely in control, and I had no idea where our lovemaking would end. Pondering the uncertainty of the moment, I began to realise what was affecting me so much:

It was the unknown.

Mr Loverman had become so obedient that there was little surprise left. While my dealings with him were, to be sure, deviant, it was Carina who was offering me deviation. Her slit was soaked, my tongue sliding easily between her lips and into the heat beyond, grazing gently upwards towards her clit, and down, along her perineum, to her arse. She ground down on me, pressing harder and harder, he legs braced against my head.

"Lick!" she shouted. "Lick me." She pulled at my hair and forced my face upwards towards her. Her body began to quiver and she moaned loudly, bucking back and forward. Taking her rhythm, I pulsed my tongue over her clitoris, round and round, stroking against its surface with increasing force for what seemed like an eternity before, with a scream, her body rigid, pussy fused to my mouth, I felt the convulsions of her climax and the briefest squirt of her fluids flashing across my tongue.

"Yes!" she screamed, over and over. "Yes, yes, yes 3;"

Such was my excitement that I believe I almost came as well.