Chapter 4

Tears of pain and frustration streaming down her cheeks, Elizabeth heaved herself back out of the skip into which Mabel had so callously tossed her. Glancing round the service yard behind Sam's flat, she was very pleased to see that it was still empty and that no-one had seen what had happened to her. Brushing off the worst of the dirt and decaying vegetable peelings that still clung to her skin and clothing with an almost devilish tenacity, Elizabeth caught a whiff of her own aroma and she had to concede that she stank just a little! Bending, Elizabeth picked up a handful off her crudely cut off hair and studied it tearfully for a few moments before opening her fingers and watching her locks blown down the street by the breeze. Reaching over the lip of the skip, she grabbed the strap of her handbag and forlornly set off back towards the main road. Passing Sam's front door, it did cross her mind to call in and to complain to her Master about Mabel's actions but, Elizabeth thought, any interruption by her at the moment might not be well received by him, so skirting the door, she continued on her way.

But where should she go? Returning home in her present state would only lead to an interrogation by her notoriously strict father and a lot of awkward questions that she couldn't readily answer. Where else could she go? Well, she mused, her fiancée Andrew owned his own bachelor pad in the West End; he'd give her a roof over her head and, being Andrew, he wouldn't quiz her too much. Thinking that it might be an idea to make sure that her boyfriend was home before going any further with her plans, Elizabeth pulled out her mobile phone and made a quick call. It didn't take her long to ascertain that Andrew was indeed home and that she would be welcome to stay overnight. But then came the problem for he asked her if she was alright. "You sound... upset. Have you been crying?"

"Oh, Andrew... it's been horrible... I'll explain when I get there. Love you and see you soon" she signed off with.

Redialling, Elizabeth called her home and left a message with the butler that she wouldn't be home tonight as she was staying over with an old girl friend from her school days. She could almost hear the elderly servant snorting his disbelief at the other end of the line but he agreed to pass her message on to her father nevertheless.

Thinking that she now had all that sorted out, Elizabeth started to walk, looking for a taxi. Now her problem was that every time that a black cab came by with its yellow 'For Hire' light on (and in this part of town, south of the river, this was infrequently enough) the drivers suddenly became blind when they noticed how Liz was dressed as well as the state of her scalp. Even the one that did stop changed his mind and drove back off again when he got a whiff of how badly Elizabeth stank. In the end she'd walked almost half the way to her destination before she found a pirate cab that was willing to take her where she wanted to be... but even then only at three times the going rate. Tired and upset as she was, Elizabeth gladly paid up but she did get the driver to agree to throw in a free stop outside a kiosk that sold various knick-knacks and cheap trash for tourists to remember their visit once they returned home and here Liz bought herself a pair of poorly made white knickers with a cartoon London Bobby on the front and an unfunny slogan about paying a congestion charge before proceeding further. But at least they were a pair of panties and they gave Elizabeth an air of self dignity... even if the cab driver couldn't tear his eyes off the mirror as Liz put them on in the back seat of the hired vehicle.

Arriving outside her destination, Liz paid the driver and was about to climb out of the car when the man passed a comment about how much he liked her dog collar and how much he thought that all women should be made to wear one. Elizabeth replied with something unprintable but was very glad that the driver had mentioned the collar because she had forgotten all about it. Undoing the thing, she slipped it into her handbag before clambering out of the car and watching it drive off.

Gathering her courage, Elizabeth moved towards the front door which she knew so well. It didn't take Andrew long to answer the door once Elizabeth rang the bell and, when it was opened, he froze in shock, mouth hanging open. "My god!" he eventually exclaimed, "Whatever happened to you, pet?"

"It... it was awful, darling..."

"It must have been," he broke in.

"But I don't want to talk about it," Elizabeth went on.

"I understand," he comforted her. "We can discuss it when you're ready. But come in, come in. Would you like a drink?"

"Oh, yes please... something strong," she replied, thankful for her boyfriend's understanding and compassionate nature.

"Then we'll run you a nice hot bath. Oh, your poor, poor hair! Do we need to call the police? Has you father been informed?"

"No! No police... and, yes, I've already called home," Elizabeth told him as she took the drink he offered her and quickly took a deep quaff of it.

"But, Elizabeth, there's one thing I don't understand - why are you dressed like that?"

This question rather threw Elizabeth and she had to think very fast. "I... I was at a party," she spluttered, making things up as she went along. "It was fancy dress... erm... Tarts and Vicars..."

"I guess that you didn't go as a woman of the cloth," interjected Andrew, trying to lighten the mood.

"Certainly not," smiled Elizabeth, unwinding a little. 'But I was wearing a dog collar, ' she added to herself under her breathe...

A couple of hours later, a refreshed and fed, but still slightly upset Elizabeth lay on her side in Andrew's bed with her lover, as naked as herself, cuddling her from behind in his caring arms. Elizabeth was feeling just a little rotten for, despite her ragged appearance, Andrew had tried to prove to her that her bedraggled appearance didn't matter to him by having sex with her but she, recalling Sam's prohibition, had turned him down and now, as he silently comforted her, she felt herself to be a bit of a heel.

Snuggling in closer to his body, she wiggled her arse into his groin to tell him how much she still loved him. He, however, misread the signal a little and transferred his hands away from her stomach where they had been resting, to her breasts. Randy as Master Sam's actions had made her, Elizabeth didn't protest and, instead, lay there and enjoyed the attention of Andrew's ministrations. She justified this to herself on the grounds that Sam hadn't said anything about this kind of behaviour, only that he'd said 'no sex'. Then she started to feel something growing and swelling, something bumping and grinding against her bum. Smiling, Elizabeth parted her thighs and gave that 'something' access to her most intimate parts. Deep inside herself, she knew what she was doing was wrong, she knew that her Master had forbidden this behaviour but her personal need was great and she also had to demonstrate to Andrew just how much she loved him. His cock slide easily into her eager, damp hole, filling her very being. Their motions were cool and languid, their passion slow burning and subdued. They had, in the past, enjoyed mad, rampant sex with each other but both understood that this was not the time for bedroom Olympics - no, this was about long, almost lazy, love and, as Andrew thrust slowly into her, Elizabeth smiled a contented little grin and buried her problems and concerns under a feeling of pleasure.

The next morning, Elizabeth awoke still alongside her fiancée, but this time it was her who was snuggled into his back, her head resting on his shoulders, her arms looped around him. The events of the previous evening seemed so unreal... until Elizabeth ran her hand over the her head and remembered that it was all true. Bursting into tears over the loss of her hair, Elizabeth sobbed remorselessly, tears flowing down her cheeks again.