Chapter 7

The man at the gates of Lady Carden’s estate looked as if he wouldn’t let anyone past, no matter how important they thought they were. A man who prided himself on ejecting untold numbers of nosey vainglorious reporters, as well as more than a good few autograph-hunters. He was built like a small mountain, with big thick hands on the ends of powerful arms that threatened to burst his jacket sleeves. There was no sign of a uniformed bobby on hand, as requested. “You got a pass,” said the man grimly, as the two women arrived on the tandem. It was beginning to get dark so he was unsure who they might be. But one thing he was sure of was VIPs didn’t arrive on a bike. Not even however eccentric they might be, and in his experience the film business had more than its share of strange, self-obsessed and downright weird people.

His job though was to prevent, not judge and he glared at the two females on the tandem.

“No,” said Matilda pleasantly. “But I have better than that if you let me enter.”

“Just you?” The man was puzzled.

“Correct. My girl here will wait outside. With my cycle.”

“I don’t take no money,” said the man, suspicion in his voice. “Me job’s not worth it.”

Normally Matilda would remonstrate with her young slave if she dared used a double-negative, but as this was dealing with a mere man she continued to smile and let the brute’s ignorance pass. “And I wouldn’t dream of offering money. But you look like a real man. I think you are stuck out here on your own. You need a break. A reward.”

“Not gonna leave me post,” said the man, even more suspicious than before.

“No, of course not. But see this young lady here in front of me?”

“Yeah.” The man looked sideways at the very pretty Eleanor. His face twitched as he saw how good looking she was. Movie-star good looking, one might say. “What ... She been in the films?”

“Alas no. Busy being my personal assistant. But, it so happens my dear Elaine here has a perversion.” When the man’s thick eyebrows lifted, Matilda added: “Sweet child is into being tied up.” Matilda didn’t say ‘bondage’ as the thick oik might not know the word.

“What ... You mean, wiv ropes an’ things?”

“I mean rope and gags. She loves gags. Big mouth-filling gags in particular. Nothing makes her happier than being tied up and well gagged and then, being all helpless, have a big strong man use her when she can’t resist.”

Oik blinked. “I get to tie her up?”

“And gag her so she can’t object.” Matilda could feel Eleanor’s dismay radiating from her slave like a heater, but like all slaves she would do what she was told. She wasn’t looking forward to having this ham-fisted man have access to her, gag or no gag, but her role was to serve in life.

“I love gags,” purred the girl at the front of the tandem, realising she was the ace card that would get them in. “But while you are tying me and gagging me and, well, you know, you wouldn’t mind if my friend Mary here slipped inside the estate? Just for a few minutes.”

Matilda felt her own displeasure at being referred to as Eleanor’s friend. But Oik was busy weighing it all up. “You got some rope?”

“In our saddle bag. Elaine hates going anywhere without them. And a gag too. Lovely big ball gag to stretch her pretty lips wide.” Matilda-Mary was piling it on. “She looks so ravishing when tied up. Hey, I could almost have her myself.”

“Um ... You mean, do lady things?” Asked Oik, eyes wide.

“Lady things indeed. But, if you let me in to the grounds—and I promise I won’t do any damage or upset anyone because I just want to have a word with my hero, the man I fancy who drives a lorry—”

“Uh ... You mean Bob?”

Matilda nodded. “Bob it is. I see him, give him a quickie, and you get to tie my naughty friend up. Do man things to her.”

The tension from Eleanor was palpable, but the girl was still grinning, whatever she felt. Under her breath she said: “Gag for birthday.”

“Gag for birthday then, very well,” responded Matilda, under her breath too.

“So ... Where do I take her?” the big man wanted to know.

“My dear man,” purred Matilda. “I see bushes over there. You take her in there, tie her up and gag her and bingo, all yours. It’s play time!”