MY DAUGHTER WENDY – part 20 by bager
I was sitting in the back of the cab thinking about what Elizabeth had told me, I realized 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? The driver interrupted my musings.
“Deep thoughts?” She asked while keeping her attention to the road.
“You could say that.” I said distantly.
“I know! It is 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 sire, 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.
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 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 and I received no answer. “Janet I’m not going to ask again, open this door now.”
“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 was not at Janet. Now as you said she is blaming herself, I am going to show her that she was not 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 had 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.
“Then I’ll huff, I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your door in!” I said in a gruff voice.
“Don’t you dare,” Janet said, but I did not 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.
Janet placed me on her bed and stood in front of me crying. “Oh John, I am 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 have as much right to lock your door as anyone else! Now why did you?” I asked her – okay I was not 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 was not being very coherent I must say.
“No Janet! First of all, I was not 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 is 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 was not too bad; she had 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 could not 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 had 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 eyebolts 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 . . . OW!” 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 could not 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 did not 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 did not 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 did not 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 did not have to do anything – just stand there while she did all the work that was not to say I did not help her. I kept on massaging her breasts with both 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, and 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 puckish 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, and 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 is an old concept but it seems they have 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 realized 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 is something that is 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 realized 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 was not 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 besides 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.
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