WENDY

BY CORNER GHOST
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[ part 20 ]

I was sitting in the back of the cab thinking about what Elizabeth had told me, I realised that I�ve been doing a lot of thinking recently and had nothing to show for it, maybe I should consider living here? There was nothing really in England! I had Wendy here with me, what else did I want? My musings were interrupted by the driver.

�Deep thoughts?� She asked while keeping her attention to the road.

�You could say that.� I said distantly.

�I know! It�s the council butting into your private life! They think they know it all and that they have the right! Hah! I could tell you stories of people they�ve changed.� She laughed

�And what about those people? What happened to them?� I asked intrigued.

�Oh most of them went on to great things!� She said, �Well the ones who listened did anyway.�

�And the ones who didn�t?� I had to ask.

�We don�t hear of them anymore! That David Jones, he was one of those . . . look what happened to him!� She laughed and turned the wheel to go up the driveway to Janet�s house, �Yes sirree, I reckon that it pays to listen to council I suppose.� She said as she stopped the car.

I opened the door and was stopped once more, �Look after her John Argent, the town needs Janet and Amanda.�

�I suppose I�ve nothing to contribute?� I said with a wry smile on my lips.

�If you only kept them happy that would be enough, but I think you�re going to do more than that! Goodbye for now, I�ll pick you up at half Two.� I almost asked why but then remembered Elizabeth�s orders.

�Are you the only cab around here?� I asked smiling.

�Oh no, I�m just the best around here.� She said and, after waiting for me to get out of the car first, she drove off leaving me on the steps to Elizabeth�s house.

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Adrian opened the door. �Welcome back sir, I�ve taken the suitcases back to your rooms, but I should tell you that my mistress is most distressed.�

�Where is Janet? I would have thought she�d be at work?� I must admit that I was concerned.

�She�s upstairs in her bedroom, she went up there just after you were taken away. She blames herself completely for your being taken away . . . she won�t answer the door.� He added softly.

I entered the house and went up to Janet�s bedroom, I tried the handle but the door was locked. �Janet?� I called out but received no answer, so I tried again, �Janet, will you open this door?� I asked politely, from the corner of my eye I could see some of the house staff watching me, again I received no answer. �Janet I�m not going to ask again, open this door.�

�No, go away!� Came the reply along with the sound of Janet�s sobbing.

I looked towards the stairs where Adrian was standing, watching me. I went to him, �Adrian I�m going to break down Janet�s door. When I do are you going to stop me and defend Janet?� I asked him.

He shook his head. �No sir, I understand what you�re doing, this morning you were being slightly irrational, so I had to defend my mistress.� He said looking embarrassed.

I held his shoulder, making him look at me. �You did the right thing. I was angry but it wasn�t at Janet. But now as you said she�s blaming herself I�m going to show her that she wasn�t at fault. But I don�t want anyone to interfere with me.�

Adrian smiled, �Certainly sir, will you require luncheon later on?� He asked as if I�d said I was going jogging.

�Yes please, but it better be something light, there are plans for me this afternoon.� I said and went back to Janet�s door.

�Janet will you open this door for me?� I asked.

�No. I helped hurt you. I�m useless� I heard from inside, well if she was going to be childish so could I.

�Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in� I said.

�No!�

�Then I�ll huff and I�ll puff and I�ll blow your door in!� I said in a gruff voice.

�Don�t you dare!� Janet said, but I didn�t hear any sound of her moving.

I drew in a deep breath and took several steps back from the door; I then charged the door - . . . in stories the hero would hit the door which would spring open, but not in this case, whoever built this house was prepared for most things, including the shoulder of a man!

�SHIT! SHIT, DAMN and BLAST!� I said as the pain hit me and I started to rub my shoulder.

I heard the door unlock and Janet was there concern on her face. �Oh John, I�ve done it again!� She said as she helped me into the bedroom, I looked back to see Adrian�s smirking face as he watched me.

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Janet placed me on her bed and stood in front of me crying. �Oh John, I�m sorry, so sorry� She kept on saying.

�Sorry for what? I�m the one who threw his shoulder to that door, not you.� I said trying not to flinch as she drew my shirt off.

�But I didn�t open the door when you told me to, I should have done!� She said, which was rather irrational of her I thought.

�Janet this is your house! You�ve as much right to lock your door as anyone else! Now why did you?� I asked her � okay I wasn�t rational either, first telling her it was okay to lock her door and then demanding to know why she did!

She started to cry, �Well . . . I made you cross when I took Wendy from you last night. And then there was the way you walked out, I know it was my fault, I should have told Adrian not to call for help, I�ve driven you away from here.� She wasn�t being very coherent I must say.

�No Janet! First of all I wasn�t annoyed at you. It was the way I allowed myself to be influenced by that little television trick last night. I knew that if I was able to be taken over like that while I was here I�d be a threat to Amanda, Wendy and you . . . I don�t want that! So the safest thing I could do would be to leave.� I could see Janet was watching me and as I said the last she started to shake her head, I reached to her and held her hands. �I didn�t really want to leave either of you, but I was so angry that I had to do something. So you see it wasn�t your fault at all, it was mine.�

�But I wanted you to stay . . . I would have done anything to make you stay, it must have been my fault!� Janet protested.

�Not at all, you . . .� I started but was interrupted.

�It was! It�s always my . . .�

�Janet no! Its . . .�

�I just can�t . . .�

�JANET STOP!� I said, and quickly got to my feet and held her. �You are being too harsh on yourself,� A thought struck me, �That�s my job.�

�Do . . . do you . . . mean that?� Janet asked me suddenly going soft on me. I looked around and found a straight backed chair which I started moving us to.

�If you want me to, I mean it�s not your boardroom, and we haven�t got the risk of people walking in on us. But this time I can undress you first.� I said smiling.

�Oh John, you couldn�t.� She said struggling in my arms.

�You can�t say that to me.� I said as my fingers found her buttons and started undoing them.

�I�ll scream and struggle! Somebody�s bound to come and find out what�s happening.� She said in order to stop me.

�Go ahead, I�ve already told Adrian what I�m going to do and he�s prepared the rest of the staff, so go on, let�s hear your full range.� I said as I reduced her to bra and panties. You know her figure wasn�t too bad, she�d kept herself in shape.

�You know I think that after I�ve given you a few smacks I might see what toys you have around here.� I said in a gentle tone feeling her shiver against me.

�You wouldn�t dare use the floggers in the third drawer down over there.� She said indicating a chest of drawers in the corner of the room.

�I�ve told you before Janet, never dare me!� I said and sat down on the chair pulling her down with me. I was glad she couldn�t see me smile, she had told me where to find her floggers so that I wouldn�t waste time looking for them.

�No John! . . . That hurts . . . Please don�t . . .� She shouted out with each blow causing me to pause after the third strike.

�Really Janet, Amanda was much better at this than you are, now I don�t want to hear another word until these last three are finished.� I told her and then applied them, even harder than before. This time Janet was able to contain herself.

I got up from the chair and lowered Janet to the floor, she stayed on her knees rubbing her ass which had turned red. I went to the drawer she�d indicated, there was a wide number of whips, floggers, plugs and other items. I picked up a small dog-whip and a glove made of kid-leather.

I then looked at her bed, like Amanda�s and Wendy�s there were eye-bolts going up each of the posts, I went through the drawer and found some strips of leather. I gave Janet a smile and then beckoned to her. �Come here Janet, you�re in need of support.� I said

She made a show of reluctantly walking to me, I held out my hands and took hers, then held both of hers in one hand. I quickly tied her hands with one of the leather straps, making sure they were tightly held. I then led her to her bed, making her stand by one of the posts.

I kissed her hands and then raised them above her head, and then I tied her wrists to the post so that her face was against the post. �But John I can�t see what you�re going to do.� She protested.

�Oh yes. That�s right, I did forget.� I said and quickly found a blindfold which I fitted around her eyes.

�Oh! John. Now I can�t see at all!� She protested.

�That�s the idea, guess what�s going to happen now?� I asked her and quietly moved into position.

�Well I suppose you�re going to . . . Oww!� I cracked the whip against her back, seeing the mark of the lash appearing in a red line.

�Were you right?� I asked her, moving around so that she couldn�t tell where I was.

�Yes you bastard.� She said but her tone belied her words.

�Such language,� I said bringing the whip down twice on her skin, I noticed that it didn�t cut her but just marked her skin. �You know I should turn you around so that you�d really feel the blows.� I said into her ear, she shivered as she heard this and seemed to relax.

I gave her a few more blows, I didn�t really want to hurt her, and then I quietly put the whip down, I put on the glove and started to rub it over her back.

�Oh daddy that feels so good, you haven�t done that in years!� She said - obviously she was living out some fantasy in her mind, I didn�t speak so as not to ruin her dream.

I worked my way down her back and onto her warmed ass. Caressing her flesh with the glove, I found she was pushing her ass back towards me. �Please daddy, please.� She was saying hoarsely, I unzipped my trousers and moved behind her, bringing the glove around to her front and into her pubic hair.

I opened her pussy and then pulled her back onto me, guiding my penis inside her. She began to move her body, I didn�t have to do anything � just stand there while she did all the work, that wasn�t to say I didn�t help her. I kept on massaging her breasts both with the glove and my other, naked, hand.

Three times she paused while she climaxed before I started to add to her pleasure by spurting deep inside her.

I pulled out of her body and left her there, hanging from her arms. I cleaned the whip and then the glove and returned them to the drawer. I gently removed the blindfold and kissed her on her lips, she returned the kiss hungrily, as if inviting me to do more . . . but I had to other plans.

There was a discrete knock at the door, I adjusted my clothing and went to the door, opening it Adrian was standing there with a tray in his hands. �I took the liberty of having this prepared for both yourself and Mistress Janet, I hope that was alright?� He said, taking no notice of his mistress�s position or dress.

I smiled at him, �Thank you Adrian, I do feel slightly peckish and I�m sure Janet does as well.� I said.

Adrian placed the tray on a sideboard before moving a small table over to the bed; he then retrieved the tray and placed it on the table. He turned and left the bedroom, all the while taking no, overt, interest in Janet�s position.

I looked at the tray, there were two cups and some sandwiches there, I picked up one and held it in front of Janet�s mouth. She opened her mouth and accepted the morsel I allowed her to have.

She looked at me, �Where did you learn to do this?� She asked.

I shook my head, �I don�t know, whether it�s something that was programmed into me or just natural talent, I think it�s more of the former than the latter, I�d never been able to use a whip like that before.� I said.

�Is that bad?� She asked me.

I considered this, �Hell, yes! It means that I�m easy to program, just like some dammed computer.�

�But we�re all like that John!� Janet said, �That�s all our brains are just organic computers, it�s up to us on how we use the data.� She added trying to ease the subject.

I nodded my head, it�s an old concept but it seems they�ve been taking it to heart here. �Alright so all I have to do is access the relevant information and it�s like I�ve always known it.� I said.

Janet nodded, �Not only on bondage. How�s the company doing?� She asked.

�Not bad, the profits are high and the staff turnover is low, we should however consider closing the Detroit factory as it�s producing less chips for the outlay that�s been placed on it�� I paused as I realised that I had all the information on hand and, something that did astound me, was able to interpret it into meaningful words.

Janet smiled as if I was a child just reciting my first set of ABC�s �You see John, it�s not just having the knowledge, it�s knowing how to apply it! That�s something that�s beyond anybodies abilities to implant the raw material has to be there in the first place. It�s what Amanda saw in you.� She said.

�And that�s why she sponsored me to come here.� I said.

�Oh no, that wasn�t the reason.� Janet said but then stopped herself from saying anything further.

I realised that between us we had finished off the food on the tray. I helped Janet to drink the coffee that had been supplied and then I was ready for the next round. This time I undressed completely so that I was in the same state as Janet.

I untied her hands and helped her to lie on the bed, this time I fastened her legs to the posts at the foot of the bed and then her arms to the headboard, finding eyes there ready for me. Janet was now it a �Y� shape

I remembered a story on how the hero had tortured his victim with . . . feathers, yes that was it, but where would I get . . . I went to Janet�s wardrobe and opened it; she had a large walk in affair. I went into it and started inspecting the clothes. I found a dress, blue with peacock feathers on it, some had broken off and were lying on the ground. I picked one up and returned to Janet.

She watched me as I approached her, she could tell that I was planning something as she tried to struggle out of her bonds. When I produced the feather she relaxed and smiled, a smile that was soon wiped off her face as I started to brush her nipples with it.

�No! No please John! No!� she screamed out as the tickling got worse then I moved the feather lower down her stomach and to her neatly trimmed bush. She tried to kick her legs to stop me.

�Now Janet, it�s only a feather,� I start moving it over her clit, �What harm can a feather do to anyone?� I asked her as moved my free hand to open her pussy, �I mean it�s just little wisps stroking your flesh . . . what can be bad about that?� I added.

�Please John you don�t know what it�s doing to me!� Janet tried to persuade me but I wasn�t listening to her.

�But I can see what it�s doing to you Janet. I think it�s making you aware of your body.� I could see the feather starting to get wet as Janet�s pussy started to moisten so I began moving it faster, first on her clit and then down the slit of her pussy.

I watched her face as she began to feel the effects on her body, a blush began building up from her breasts and she started to breathe faster. Just when she was going to cum I pulled away from her and let her relax . . . then I started again, building her up until I stopped again, this earned me a glare from her.

�Please John, let me . . . please let me!� She said, this time I allowed her to climax from just the effect of the feather. I then lay beside her lightly touching her breasts as I did so.

�So Janet, you�re not going to blame yourself for anything I do will you.� I said to her and then lightly kissed her breast nearest me.

�Of course not John, I mean I can�t really fire the CEO of the company can I.� Janet said softly.

I raised my head to look at her, �You�re joking aren�t you? I can�t do that job, it�s yours.� I said.

She shook her head, �Oh no John, I promised my father that I�d look after the company until I found a man who really knew how to control me. David almost was that man, but he couldn�t cope with life here . . . I know you can.� She said smiling at me. �Now show me how you�d manage a complaint!� She added.

What else could I do, I moved myself so that I was between her legs and entered her. �So what�s the problem madam?� I said thrusting myself forward.

�Well, I think my co-worker is trying to use me as a sex object.� She said managing to move herself against me.

�Do you want him to stop?� I asked

�Hell no, I want him to keep on doing it.� She said laughing.

�You know Janet I think I�ll keep you tied up like this until Amanda and Wendy comes home, and let them play with you until I get back.� I said

�Back from where?� Janet asked.

�I�m supposed to be meeting a young woman I met in the hospital. Abigail�s her name.� I said.

�Oh her! Yes I know her, I suggest you take the taws with you, she�s got a reputation you know.� Janet said smiling at some secret joke.

�What reputation?� I asked.

�You�ll see. But not just yet as I�m about to cum again.� Janet said as she started to climax. I managed to bring her through another one before I also started to cum.

After that I went to her bathroom and brought back a towel, which I used to wipe her down, and then started to dress, she looked at me from her position. �What about me?� She asked.

�I told you, I�m leaving you like that . . . if you need to use the toilet I�ll send Adrian in to take care of you, I�ll also let him use the flogger on you on occasions if you want.� I said watching as the idea washed over her and made her shiver slightly.

�John, you wouldn�t dare.� She said and I could see the smile on her lips.

�Janet I did tell you, never say that to me.� I said and left the room whistling.