by Wood, C
“Was that your daughter, who was with you, she looks very pretty?” She laughed.
“No, that’s the heiress to the family fortune. Her and her brother, his children, no I don’t want children they ruin your figure. No, god no, they were spawned from his wife. The boy is fine; she the girl is like her mother, and quite a plain Jane, shy and retiring almost. She’s just getting over the death of her grandfather, quite a shock for her, being in the boat alone with him fishing, such a wreck, she was. Nothing, her poor father does, calms her down any.”
Poor Harriet, she is missing her musical box, that always calmed her down, I will make a note to send it her, making sure she knows I’m still thinking of her.
“Well, it was nice seeing you again, I have to get ready for this party, don’t often do the party scene any more, my Fiancé and I are just too busy, with the new hotels popping up all over the place. What with them and the Christmas wedding, it is all systems go.
I will see you around some time, the hotel world is all conferences, meetings, and trips around the country and you never know when our paths may meet again. Goodbye Miss?”
“Miss George, Jennifer George, and yes I look forward to it, and good luck with the wedding.” I smiled.
“Well, they do say third times a charm, and I think they may be right this time. Thank god, the last two were nightmares, but that’s a story for another time. Goodbye Miss George.” I left; I had a pleasant afternoon tea and a relaxing massage, nothing at all like Thomas gave. I rang him, when it was over and chatted. I missed him so, when we weren’t together.
I dressed for the party, my tight patent leather dress, and figure hugging and short, boobs pushed up and out, tight leather collar, fish net stockings, thigh high boots with six-inch heels, my long black cloak hiding the sexy outfit beneath, my bag and the whip inside. I was ready to play, really play. I climbed inside the cab hailed by the concierge. I was nervous and excited. I showed the cab driver the address on the card and went in search of the fun.
I pulled up to the country house, the scene for tonight’s party. Begged to come by a lord I met at a Saturday night look-see, on one of my many weekend scouting trips, looking for Dylan. By, Lord, he assured me he was, he was a randy lord-what-not, a bona fide Lord, his party I believe, and my invite, he had personal written and given to me, he wanted me to come and beat him a little, not a lot, to show him the stars and the moon, I laughed and took it.
I placed on my face the mask; the feathers and the lace hiding my face, loved these, they hid who you were and allowed you to be whom every you wanted to be, tonight I was Lady C. Simple and elegant. Asked the password, as I passed the card over, ‘Mississippi is burning’. I entered; I made my way in. A girl took my cloak and my bag, I wandered the halls, looking at the scenes around me, people in various states of undress, men in tuxedos, casing the place, scantily clad bodies, painted on animal prints, some as panthers, leopards and tigers, those were being hunted like game, by barley dressed men. Waiters handing out champagne, as I continued to look around, I spotted the portly Lord whomever who had invited me; he licked his lips in anticipation.
“Argh, mistress you came? I cannot thank you enough; for coming, you honour me, I once saw you many years ago with another pet; I believe your favourite pet at the time, such a lucky pet, to have you as his mistress. I had always hoped for you to care for me and punish me as you did him.” I flicked the whip free and cracked it near him, he damn near came in his pants.
“Your old pet, is here tonight, celebrating I believe. Let me show you, I am your willing slave Mistress.”
“I am Lady C; I am displeased you dare speak to me without being asked. I should and will punish you later, now show me were the pets are waiting for adoption, I never have a favourite pet, I find them too demanding. Now, you useless imbecile move…”
“Mistress, yes mistress sorry, please follow me mistress, this way.” I followed to a lower room, this was certainly a place to party, I had to wonder who he had brought I did hope it was Miss George. I was disappointed, he was scanning the room, eyeing the loose entertainment invited by the not so young Gillard, Lord Portly man, Gillard Hawser MP, no wonder he looked familiar. I thanked Gillard and ask he pleasured some other minion, until I made up my mind what punishment, he would have. I, damn it thought nobody recognised me, why did Gillard? I looked nothing like I used to, or did I?
I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like the twenty year old who had once come here with him, to this very house, how had I forgotten that? I panicked, would Dylan recognise me, time would tell. I wondered too, where was Miss George? I walked in the room with the authority of a seasoned dominatrix, I prodded, poked, and belittled the men, and the women begging an audience, with me I made eye contact with Dylan. He watched as I worked the room; he was excited. I needed to attend to Gillard, he followed, and I turned and flicked the whip at the crotch area.
“You are too close to my proximity, my pets have to be two foot behind me when not chained, and eyes lowered at all times, boy.” He laughed, I cracked the whip, this time, it just touched his crotch, and he gasped.
“Did I give you permission to speak, to laugh or to move closer? Stand back or you will pay dearly boy, I will collar and chain you if your insolence continues”, He came closer as he did the whip flew through the air and as it kowtowed to me and the end caught his crotch full on, he yelped.
“Mistress, I can only apologise, I will not do it again!” His head dipped, as I entered the room.
“Keep your eyes to the floor, look up and you will pay, as Gillard is about to pay, aren’t you Gillard, you were a naughty boy, you know you have to pay the price. On the bed now, boy, yes you… Fasten him by the fours.” He nodded and connected the handcuffs to the four posts of the bed, Gillard naked and spread eagled and restrained.
“Now, boy strip and kneel hands on knees and head down, do not look at me, you’re not worthy of looking at me, do you hear me boy, naked now!”
“Yes mistress, I am not worthy, please make me worthy!” Oh, hell I was in dominatrix heaven. Dylan had aged, but boy he had improved his physic in the years since we were last intimate, he was once my submissive, he would be again, though tonight he would take the roll of a pet, a naughty pup, in need of training, as he was when I first brought him here. My one rule with Thomas was I would not touch, nor have sex with Dylan. Something I found quite easy to do; I had no intention, of ever going there again! I watched as he stripped and proceeded to kneel and sit and look at the floor.
“Good, now for you Gillard, you want punishment, cruel and harsh punishment, will this be punishment enough?” I flicked the whip on his backside he murmured his thanks; I flicked it over and over as he murmured, and cried for more, more I gave him. He asked that I hurt him, I flicked the whip again and again, leaving small welts, as he screamed as the last one brought about his climax, he screamed as he had his release, it came fast and furious,
“Lady C is forgiving, I will never be naughty for you again mistress!”
“Good boy Gillard; now boy, release him, and take his place. Gillard fasten him, face up by his fours, now, and quickly. I bore easily of this timid game, I yearn to punish naughty dogs and bitches, you two are idiot puppies, now move, and do it quickly!” I was surprised at the speed they changed places, Dylan snapping for his chance.
“Now, boy Gillard will blindfold you, you will be taken to a high you have I promise you never been to before!” I had Gillard tie the blindfold around Dylan’s eyes, and had him plug in the head set.
“You will neither hear, nor see me. The things I do to you now, you will never know the secrets of, they are mine and mine alone, do you wish the punishment to commence boy; do you want a punishment that will have you travel to nirvana and back, do you agree to everything you have done to you, as your punishment, tonight?” He nodded, as I whipped him,
“What did you say, I didn’t hear you. I asked did you want a punishment that you will not hear, not see,
but will feel, I will send you to a place no other has ever sent you, do you want that boy?” With another flick at his dick, He screamed he did.
“Yes mistress, punish me, I beg that you punish me please, do it do it to me please, whatever you see fit to do, I need training to be a good pup.” I plugged in the earphones to the sound system in the room, looked for a piece of music and set it to loud; the room was awash with the sound of twisted sister, ‘we’re not going to take it,’ very apt I found. As I started touching him with the whip, I had him squirming as he felt the pain of the whip, I enjoyed each thrash of the whip, Gillard was getting so excited, and having seen him at play at other parties I knew he would like his next treat. He finished Dylan off; something he loved, Gillard was silent and deep with him, he brought him to a near heady release.
I pulled Gillard from him and continued whipping him; he asked me to finish him off, he was screaming for me, me, his mistress to finish him. As the music flicked to another equally loud tune, I flicked the whip repeatedly and as the last whip hit his dick, he squealed, begged for that mouth to release him.
I allowed Gillard to finish him, as I watched he screamed, as he did the first time I did that, to him, and back then I loved doing it to him just for the pleasure he felt! As Gillard finished; I patted him on his backside with the whip and told him, he had done well, his mistress was pleased, and go to play in another room, like a good pup, he did, quite happily. The music finished, and I removed the blindfold, he was in tears. I un-cuffed him, smiled and left, flicking the whip and telling him he wasn’t good enough, not for a second try at pleasing Lady C.
Gillard’s chauffeur; ordered to take me back to my hotel, he asked me my name, as he kissed my hand, I simply said Lady C, would surface, he passed me his card and said if I needed anything, any time he was my man, his card said investment broker, um.
I had his driver drop me at a different hotel, and went on foot to mine from there. Feeling dirty, I bathed and showered. I wasn’t into that scene any more. I hated it, having had weeks of caring love and cuddles to sleep, I no longer felt the need for the extreme things that particular party scene gave me once upon a time.
I had a late night call to Thomas and he said he had the plans and would come to London, to pick me up and we would spend the day, having wild and kinky sex in bed, err hell yes bring it on. I slept better having had phone sex, not as good but it filled the need, my need for Tom.
CHAPTER 12
I had a leisurely breakfast, as I waited for my solicitor’s office to open. I dressed and did my hair and makeup, and left for the meeting. I pushed the button to the lift and spotted Miss George coming out of a room; down the corridor, I took a few snap shots of her and wondered who she was seeing, god did I have a shock, my own son, she was sleeping with my child. I; as though on autopilot, snapped away, as the two of them were oblivious to me being there. What was I supposed to do, run in slap her and tell her to leave my son alone? As the lift door opened the ping as it did, shock them into parting, she spotted me, too late. I dashed in and shut the doors.
I walked to the solicitors and as I did, I thought of a suitable revenger for her, I pondered the consequences of him finding out that his son was a chip off the old block and sleeping with assistants, this time his father’s assistant. I was shocked at the resemblance to his father; our children looked like us. I found my contact in Dylan seniors office and had her give me his email account, his personal one and I sent the damming film to him, she would be history, as to Dylan our son, his father would be proud in a stupid way, I think? I awaited confirmation of email received and left the internet café and went to my business meeting. I had signed the paperwork and had the pre-nups and wills all done and had signed my copies, Thomas had signed his and we were set, should anything happen to either of us things were sorted. I hated the thought of anything happening but Thomas had insisted we had to cover every eventuality.
I went back to the hotel to pack and go back, to Miss George waiting by reception, in the hotel lobby bags and boxes stacked by reception.
“Moving in Miss George? It is a very nice hotel; I can highly recommend their masseuse, as she is excellent.”
“No, this is just temporary, I need a little space, Dylan is having a hard time, and the stress of his father’s passing is making him do stupid things. I will give him a few days and he will be collecting me.” I smiled and continued to my room. Dylan junior had long since checked out of his room; they were cleaning it as I passed. I opened my door and collapsed on the bed, I was tired and drained today, have been for a few days, I need a holiday, a sunshine holiday, with Thomas. Get a tan for the wedding photos.
I am disturbed by a knocking on the door, I head to the door I open the door, stood there a police officer, two actually, a man and a woman.
“Yes, officers what can I do for you today?”
“Miss Carrie Wright? Miss Carrie Constance Wright?”
“Yes, officer the first name was correct and you used my Sunday name, what is the matter?”
“Can we come in please?” I showed them in to the sitting room of my suite. “Do you know of a Thomas Thompson?”
“Yes, what’s he done, crashed my car, the idiot, and yes he did have my permission to drive it. What’s he done?” They didn’t look, properly at me, the girl was lowering her head, oh shit this isn’t good news.
“I’m sorry to have to inform you that, earlier today, Mr Thompson was involved in a multi-car-pile-up on the motorway, it is my sorry duty to have to inform you that he was killed instantly.”
“What, no, no, he, he’s in Bournemouth, looking at hotels, he has everything in hand, he is coming here to pick me up, he is driving my red range rover, so it can’t be Thomas?” Oh, hell the room is spinning and I hear a familiar voice, Uncle Harry?
“It’s alright Officer I have her, I have you Carrie, shush.”
“How… Uncle Harry you’re here tell them it’s not so, Thomas has only gone to Bournemouth, he’s coming back, tell them?”
“It’s true my darling, they contacted me first. I bought you the car, it’s in my name as registered owner, so when they contacted me, I came straight here, so you weren’t on your own as you were told.”
“So, they could have got it wrong, and it’s a different Tom, in my car, not Tom at all, we need to go and see, Thomas, my Thomas will be in hospital waiting for a lift home.” I broke down as Harry lifted me and put me on the bed. He spoke to the police officer and he bid them farewell, they gave him stuff he, we needed to do, first things first we need to see if he is in hospital. No, the first thing I had to do was identify his body. I was a bag of nerves as we got to the, hospital mortuary. The wait seemed to take forever, but as Harry held me tightly the curtain was drawn back, the attendant pulled back the sheet covering him, and as he did so, I fell to the floor clutching myself tightly, my baby was dead, lying there, bashed, bruised and dead. Harry nodded and the police officer took a note that the formal identification was correct. The body was that of Thomas Thompson. Given to, a bag of his things, which were on him at the time of death.
I screamed and cried some more, as Harry took the things, we were informed of the impending autopsy, and told they would inform our chosen undertaker when the body, could be collected and paperwork for burial released to me. Harry drove me back to the hotel, my things were packed, and I headed home with Harry. I now had the task of telling the brothers Thompson, their brother was dead. I looked through his phone, as the screen opened his screen saver was a picture of me sleeping, I thumbed down the list of contacts, and their names were there, hell this was something I had to do in person, not over the phone.
I retrieved the file on the whereabouts of the brothers Thompson, the one I had done weeks ago. I looked up Ben, and he was in Plymouth, working in the Navy yard there as a welder. I borrowed Uncle Harry’s car and drove myself there, finding his home in Devonport. I arrived quite, quickly as it was easy to find, what wasn’t easy was climbing the multitude
of steps to his front door, it seemed to take forever.
When I got to the top, I rang the bell a couple of times, no one in! Great, I had to walk back down Kilimanjaro; that were the steps to my car, I sat to get my breath back, and as I did Ben, was approaching me, he was taking the steps four at a time, and I cried some more, Thomas had done the exact same thing when he picked me up, on our first date.
“Hello, Ben long time no see, how you doing?” He looked at me and stared for a while.
“Carrie Wright? What the hell brings you to my door, it’s been like, god nearly thirty years since I last saw you, and you haven’t changed much at all!” I smiled then broke down crying.
“I have some news about Thomas, bad news about him, very bad news, Ben.”
“What’s he done, don’t tell me the smack head has overdosed and is in hospital, or he’s dead? I wondered how long it would take, didn’t expect it to take years though. If I’m honest, well thanks for letting me know, I’ll make the necessary arrangements for the disposal.” Oh hell did I fly at Ben, first was the punch to the face, then the slap across same said face then the kick between the nuts, he would cry for something now.
“He has never touched drugs you bastard; he was on prescribed medication for his migraines. He died in a car crash this morning and as to disposing of the body, you won’t be touching him nor having anything to do with him. I came as a courtesy, something, I’m now wishing I didn’t do, he wasn’t a junky, he was a successful business man, award winning architect and a loving Fiancé and friend, and one I will be burying with great sadness, he was my whole world, you didn’t even know him. I will be in touch; I will be using Wilson’s undertakers back home. Phone them in a few days they will have the details, oh and phone the bastard Jack and tell him too, I can’t face another arse Thompson brother not now, I have listened to one spout shit, and of a man he didn’t know properly, shame on you!”