Chapter 41

Umber, Julia, Varinka and Alina stood in front of me modelling possible collar, wrist and ankle cuffs for our trip to France.

I knew that they made their own restrains and seemed proud to show off their leather working skills. Susan was by far the most skilful and they had decided that only she was skilful enough to make the new items for this trip They had my honour to think of and I would not be let down by my slaves. They themselves would punish anyone who dared to besmirch my character or honour in front of our hosts.

Susan was proudly showing me how the cuffs Alina modelled had concealed clips. These could be used to attach the cuffs to restraint points or the collar or cuffs themselves. Alina was currently lying on her back on a table, with her ankles and wrist cuffs attached to her collar. As Susan described all of the features of her work, she was absentmindedly stroking Alina's slit from top to bottom. Alina was almost at her peak now and I could see that Susan was ready to move on to the items Julia was modelling.

Just as Susan was about to turn to Julia I grasped her neck and pressed her face down between Alina's opened legs.

"You've got her into this state, now finish her off."

I watched as Susan set to work pleasuring her slave-sister and friend. Alina squirmed in her bondage and cried out her climax for all of us to hear.

Susan smiled down at her trapped victim, "Better my darling?"

Still panting Alina looked through her legs at her friend, "Thank you, Susan. Thank you, my Master."

We left her in her bondage and Susan started to show me Julia's collar, explaining all of its features and devices. Even for one so young, Susan was truly a master leatherworker.

I did however have a special request for one of my girls. I had spoken to Jo about this yesterday and she liked my ideas and knew where she could get the work done.

We spent nearly an hour looking at the options for my girls before I decided.

I left Susan releasing the girls and I went to my office. Sasha and Mandy were waiting for me. Debbie had delivered a tray of tea and coffee and they were already discussing Mandy's role in my business.

"Hi, am I late?"

"No Paul, we're a little early." Sasha poured me a mug of tea and we went to my desk.

"Sasha, I want to setup another company to handle the tendering and planning for civic and social housing associations. Mandy will run it and will hire a team to work under her." I looked at Mandy who seemed surprised how fast her career was now going.

"Mandy, I suggest that you look among your previous colleagues and people you worked with in other councils for your recruits. I suggest that you start off with a team of three and see how you get on. We'll adjust your salary to reflect your new position and responsibilities." I looked at Sasha who was making notes on a legal pad. "Shall we say a hundred and fifty thousand plus five percent of the gross profits, Sasha?"

Sasha smiled, "And I have just the offices for her too, the first and second floors of number Three."

Mandy, still a little shocked looked at Sasha. "Number Three?" she queried.

"Our," and Sasha gestured to me, "second building in Lincoln's Inn Fields. Those floors will be perfect for you. The second floor has a nice office overlooking the field for you and the rest has pleasant working conditions for your team. You can even have exclusive use of Number Three's front door, there's a lift which services every floor in the hallway there but I'm sure that we can block off access to the Dempsey floors."

"Sounds good to me," I said. "Any comments, Mandy?"

"You're the boss," she said.

"No Mandy, in this company you're the boss. Go and see the property and see if it will suit you. Remember, I want you to be happy working for me for a long time so make sure that your working environment is right for you."

"Yes Boss," she said, a little bemused.

"Anything else, Mandy?"

"Er ... yes Boss. I think we should go into park and ride schemes. I know it's not in your current core business model, but I think..." She trailed off as I rose and went to a filing cabinet. I pulled out an arm full of document wallets and lay them on the desk.

"I've done a little work on park and rides already. I think that we can take over a number of existing schemes and get maybe two or three hundred more if we get in quick. You may want to start with more than the three people I suggested."

Mandy looked at the pile of documents. "Yes Boss. You weren't kidding about keeping me busy."

Mandy left, she used the drinks trolley to carry the documents.

I sipped at my tea while I waited for the onslaught from Sasha.

"Paul you must come..."

"We are," I interrupted.

" ... and see my home. I want to show you..." she looked at me in surprise. "You are?"

"Yes, Ela is flying out this morning to setup some computer kit so she and Karolina can come too."

"Who's coming?" she asked suspiciously.

"All of us," I said. "Well, me and my girls. I'm not sure if Em can make it as she's just started her internship at Great Ormond Street. Do you want me to bring Debbie along to help with the cooking?"

"ARE YOU JOKING?" Sasha was shocked. "There'd be war. Good grief - two chefs in one kitchen, even our kitchen wouldn't be big enough." She shook her head. "Oh Paul, give her a holiday, or bring her as a guest, but not as a chef." She laughed.

"Right that leaves Sally out as well. Should I bring any staff to help, there will be at least twelve of us?"

"No Paul, if we need any extra help we just call in a few of the local village girls. They and their families are used to our family, we've occupied the house for nearly two hundred years now."

"My, my, you don't look nearly old enough." I said and received a slap on my arm for my trouble.

"No ... Our family have lived there for five generations. We own the local villages, twenty of them at the last count, and the locals are used to supplying us with young girls whenever we need extra staff.

"One thing I would like to ask though," she looked a little sheepish, "can you stay on for my birthday. It will mean that you're there for just over a month, but I know Daddy would love to have you and Cecile is dying to meet you too."

"OK." I agreed.

"I just know that you'll like it there and there's so..." she stopped. She'd been so intent on persuading me, that she hadn't been really listening to me.

"Pardon?"

"OK, we'll stay."

Now she jumped out of her chair and kissed me.

"Oh, thank you so much, Paul." She kissed me again. "I think that you'd better let Jo and Jill know how long you'll be away."

"I'm having a meeting with all of the senior managers at two o'clock this afternoon. We'll be able to thrash out most problems then. Do you want to stay for that meeting."

"I suppose I'd better, and own up that I asked you to stay longer too." She looked a little chagrined at that thought.

I just laughed.

She hit me again.

The meeting was quite unusual, from my point of view anyway.

Sasha and I entered the Joasia room and we were greeted by Jill.

"Hi Jill, where is everyone else?"

"My management team are waiting for me to call them. This meeting is for you to tell me what your plans are and then for you to go and play with a few of your girls while us workers do the dirty work."

"Oh, OK, I can live with that. Sasha, what are the dates."

"Twelfth of this month to the fifteenth of next."

Jill noted the dates on her pad. "Thanks Boss, Thank you, Sasha. You're finished here now. You can go and play."

"I do work hard you know." I said a little upset by the implication that all I did was mess around with my girls.

Jill's expression softened, "I know you do, Boss, and I know just how hard you work but we can sort this out. And I bet you expected this meeting to last for about four hours. Well you've now got that time free. Take Sasha to bed and see if she really does bite. Or go and play with a few of your girls. We'll sort everything out. That's what you pay us to do after all."

I looked at Sasha and slipped my arm round her waist. "Do you bite?"

"You'll have to take me to bed and find out for yourself."

"Oh, that sounds interesting. Come on then, let's go to bed. I'll see if you're one of those girls that do dirty things to boys."

"Grroowwll!" And she bit my chin.

Jill threw a handful of peanuts at us. "Get out of here before you corrupt my managers."

I turned to Sasha, "Shall we do it in here on the table?"

"NO!" Jill cried getting up. "No, no, no! Go to your own bed." And she pushed us out of the room.

"Do you thing she means it?" Sasha asked me, nibbling at my chin.

"Do you want to try going in there and finding out?" I asked her.

"No, I want you to fuck me." She said and then locked her lips to mine.

We leant against the wall and then slid to the floor.

I started tearing her clothes off as she wrenched mine off too.

I sat at my desk facing Jill.

"Right outside the door!"

Jill was miffed.

"You two did it right outside the door."

Yep definitely miffed.

"I have a new manager, she's not met you before. She nearly pissed herself."

If I don't say anything maybe she'll just shout at me for a few minutes and then calm down. It's never worked before but it might this time.

"We could hear you two banging against the wall for nearly half an hour!"

Only half an hour, well we were both in a hurry I suppose.

"Three of my managers started fingering themselves in the meeting!" and she sagged in on herself.

"Me too," she admitted.

"I wish you'd do me like that." I saw a tear drop from her eye.

I opened my arms and she sat on my lap. I hugged her and she lay against me.

"What happened to the new manager?"

"She came like a fucking steam train," Jill sniffed, "then said that she thinks she'll like working here."

I rubbed her back, she grabbed my other hand and slipped it between her legs. She was very, very wet.

I slowly stroked along her vulva and she surrendered her body to me, her arms opened and she laid her head back, thrust her breasts forward and opened then relaxed her legs. She gave me full access to her body.

Alina unbuttoned her blouse while I continued to stroke her sopping vulva. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she hadn't worn skirt or panties since I took them off her ages ago.

Now I brought my hand up to her hard nipples and pulled on one. She gasped and I felt an extra wetness on my leg.

I lifted her and lay her on my desk. She watched me as I parted her legs and dropped my head to taste her nectar. One swipe of my tongue rewarded me with a stream of girl juices and a high pitched cry from Jill. Her cries got louder as I parted her lips and delved deep into her hot vagina. My nose and upper lip bumping against her hard protruding bud almost constantly.

She tensed and shuddered, her legs becoming stiff with the tension of her peak. I ran my hand over her flat, hard stomach and tormented her nipples again. She cried out again, then a high pitched squeal pierced my ears and she collapsed.

I stood and looked at her, I had really done little to her. She had been so worked up that my involvement in her stupendous climax was almost incidental. I gently held her until her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed into my eyes.

"Thank you Boss. Thank you so much." With my help she stood and then she shrugged off her blouse, standing naked beside me. I held her and she pressed herself against me.

"Can I become one of your slaves, Boss?" she looked up at me, "I think I would be a good slave for you. I would like to try anyway. Please can I Boss?"

"Let me think about this, Jill," I thought for a minute, then wrote down a URL, it was a link to a set of videos on our private intranet. I added a username and password. "You have to watch these videos; they are two slaves who crossed their master. It's not pretty but you have to watch all of it." I looked her in the eye, "I might even ask questions about them. Their names were Ruby and Amile.

"Watch those and see what can happen to a slave girl. Then see if you want to ask me again."

Jill picked up the piece of paper and read it. "Yes Boss. I will." She looked at me, "Thanks for not just dismissing me out of hand. That means a lot to me, Boss." Quietly she left.

I sat and stared at her blouse on my desk. I couldn't help but remember June. I think that the similarities between them were putting me off accepting her. But again I asked myself, do I want to be responsible for another person? I couldn't answer that question.

Ross came over just after dinner. It was easy to see he was very upset. We went into my suite and I open a bottle of Talisker. It took him three drinks before he started to open up.

"I lost another one today," he said.

Another child died. Ross was one of the top paediatricians in the country, so everyone sent him the hard ones, the cases that they couldn't cure, those almost certain to die. He saved a lot of kids, so they sent him more. But each one that he couldn't save hurt him inside, and as he had so many kids depending on him he carried on. And now he was the one who needed care.

He had found a release with me, he could drink with me, talk with me, get absolutely falling down drunk with me and there wouldn't be any pictures or newspaper stories. He was just visiting a close friend.