Chapter 4

Margot was not wrong about Dan’s flair in the kitchen. Cooking had become something he now enjoyed exploring.

It begun upon finding a few cookery books on a shelf in the kitchen. He realised then, that he didn’t even know how pie pastry was made? Dan decided it was time he did! But first was the decision of what to cook!

It was a land of ingredients and measures; mixing, timing and baking; and much to his delight after his gradual progress through the recipe process, he was able to take from the oven - a golden brown Cornish pasty! It gave off a wholesome savoury aroma! Dan’s sense of achievement was something he hadn’t felt for many a year.

And so had began, Dan’s hobby of cooking; with the added incentive of teasing his Janet’s taste buds. And as Janet’s body progressed through its pubescence, feeding it nourishing food, added to his sense of possessing and moulding her.

Janet’s hobby had been ponies since first seeing Princess Alice horse-riding on television! The princess looked so elegant and so sexy! And when she whipped it with her crop it sent a streak of something through Janet’s vagina!

It was about being in control of a big beautiful animal between your thighs; making it do dangerous things it didn’t want to do! And that’s what Janet aimed to emulate. Janet aimed to have a young dark stallion between her thighs; one like the poster beside her bed. She had the jodhpurs and riding boots so far; and would soon be getting the black riding hat. Dan was buying it; for what she did with him in the Odeon cinema; for voluntarily giving head.

While sleeping together in Margot’s bed, between fucks they spent some time talking and quietly kissing. He’d asked her to tell him the dirtiest thing she had ever thought off. She was a bit flustered at that; not answering. but Dan teased it out of her eventually. The dirtiest thing she’d thought of was making a pony cock really hard with her hand, and then hitting that cock with a crop until it went soft.

You see, Janet already had sadist tendencies as a teenager; and they centred then on controlling rampant cocks. It was a trait that Dan recognised in her; and he was figuring out how best to utilise it in the future.

Dan’s only friends as such were those connected to serving king and country; army friends who had dispersed since being demobbed. A couple had kept in touch; the odd letter, a phone call when one of them had married or gone to prison. But a week or so ago he was down town, when he was spotted by an ex-army mate Alfie Matlock, who in a snappy outfit had clapped him on the shoulder and insisted he have a drink in the bar they were close too.

Alfie lived local and was doing very well for himself and such was his confident demeanour, it almost made Dan feel like a loser! Dan was obliged to spell out in detail where life had led him since demob; that he was in affect under the thumb of his dominant wife; but he had rekindled his fatherhood by winning his daughter’s affection.

As for Alfie, he had no truck with marriage; he was an independent man enjoying the cream to be had in the worlds greatest city. He managed a men’s club situated close to Warren Street Tube Station. It was a small classy club and just a stones throw from St John’s Wood. So membership came at a premium. Being with Alfie was a tonic for Dan but It made him realise how isolated he’d become.

Before they parted company, Alfie had given his old army buddy an ‘Earl’s Club- Gold Card’. “You’ll be a VIP in Earl’s with that Danny!...

bring your daughter there for lunch soon Danny!”

It had been a long time since anyone called him Danny.