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I bent down, stuck my key in the lock and released her chain from the floor.”Put your mask on, I don’t want you knowing too much about my place.”I couldn’t resist playing the showman a little longer. I led her along until I stopped with her standing in the middle of the living room. I cuffed her hands behind her back. I took up the slack on the chain and fixed it to a chair.”I have a plan,” I said. “I have to make some calls. You need to think what you want to say to your husband. If this is going to work he has to know.” I walked out of the room. Ten minutes ought to do it I thought. Ten more minutes.When I came back she was standing exactly as I’d left her. It was hard to tell if she’d been crying again because the mask obscured her face.”It’s like this,” I said. “If I can convince the right people that you didn’t consent then I think I can twist them into giving me my money back. If necessary I’ll tell them I’m under cover with the cops. They know that they were breaking the law when they sold you. Really, I’d love to keep you, but only if you want to stay.”Okay, that was wicked, I know, but I couldn’t resist the temptation.“You wanted to be a slave,” I said. “Now’s your chance; you can stay with me and spend your life as a real slave, collared and chained and doing as you’re told or… or you tell your husband everything. It’s too late to get him on the phone now so I’ll record you confessing and I’ll send him the video. Which is it to be?”I was holding my breath. I reached down and fingered her pussy. Soaking. I really had no idea which way she would go. I ran my finger deeper and took a breast in my other hand.“Slave or wife?” I said. I could feel her pussy gushing. Which ever way this went I knew I had a much more exciting woman for keeps.“Wife,” said so softly I almost missed it.“Say again,” I said.“Wife,” louder this time, more solid, back straightening, turning towards my voice. “Sorry, it’s tempting and you’re being good to me, more than I deserve, but I need my family.”“Okay,” I said, taking my hands away and stepping back, “We’re recording.” Of course, we were already recording.She stood still for a second, took a deep breath and started.”Adrian, darling, this must be a terrible surprise, seeing me like this. It is me, Ellen, under this mask.”She held up her hand showing her rings.”See,” she said. You know these rings. I did another event with Guy while you were away and it went horribly wrong. I’ve been a complete fool. I had a fantasy about being a sex slave.”She stopped for a second, breathing deeply, swallowed a couple of times and took another deep breath.”I… I was ashamed of how it turned me on but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I let Guy arrange things through the theatre people he knows for me to be a slave for the evening. I thought it was all make-believe but he made it very realistic. The first time was so good and you were so brilliant afterwards that I did it again without telling you. I should have told you but I was so ashamed about feeling guilty and excited. I couldn’t tell you. I should have. Last night I was actually sold as a slave… in an auction for a lot of money. They didn’t tell me this would happen. I never consented, but I did go there with Guy so I can’t say it wasn’t my fault.”She stopped again, taking more deep breaths. “I don’t know what is going to happen. I’m very scared. I want you to rescue me, but I don’t know how and I don’t know if you’ll want to when you see this. If they want too much money, if you can’t get me back then please try to forget me. I’ve been so foolish but I love you with all my heart. I’ll never forget you. Please believe I never meant this to happen. If you can’t rescue me please make up a story that will convince the kids, I don’t want them to remember me like this.””That’ll do,” I said. “How do you feel?””Sick,” she said.”You need to lie down? Need a bowl for throw up in?””Sick in my heart,” she said, “and bone weary.””It’s adrenaline. You’ve been through a lot.””Why are you being so kind?”I pulled her close to me, relying on the extra height I’d given myself as well as the strange cologne to fool her. I let her feel my stubble. It was good to hold her and I hoped it helped a little to make her feel she was in the hands of someone with some humanity. After what she said about the kids I had to give her some comfort.”I have reasons,” I said as I let her go. The question in my mind was whether to stop now or play it on until the morning. Part of me, a lot of me wanted to hug her, take her to bed and cuddle her. I wanted to own up, get the whole thing over with but another thought was creeping into my mind. When she knew, would she be mad at me? Could I have made things worse? Did she need to sleep on it to really embed what I hoped she was learning?”You need sleep?” I said.”Don’t you want to… you know… use me.”I laughed. “After Angus fucking you? You leaking still. Sloppy seconds not for me.” I laughed. “He stretch you good? That man has big cock.”I stroked her back, ran my hands over bahis siteleri her bum and squeezed. “Other place maybe? Husband take you here?””No,” she said. “He never asked.”Maybe you should,” I said. “He might that want now.””Why?””Slaves do everything. No limits for slave.””Oh,” she said, her voice going dull and flat. That answered another question; talking about anal didn’t get her excited but I noticed that when my finger touched the place I felt her shiver.She was so obviously lost inside herself I thought I could risk easing up the fake accent.”More enthusiasm would be good. You said being a slave was your fantasy. Husband knows that now, or he will when he sees your video. Promise me you’ll do that for him. If he pays a fortune to get you back he’ll need to know that he can have everything a slave could give.”I ran a hand over her bum again, letting one finger run through the crack, touching everything on the way. I felt her shudder again.”I’m gonna put you back in the dungeon now and let you sleep. Tomorrow will be an interesting day for you.”I heard her catch her breath again.”You’ll have a new life tomorrow. Either you’re a slave for me or you get hubby back but he’ll know all your secrets. Nothing is the same for you. You’ll need your strength, you need some sleep.”I led her back to the dungeon, chained her in place on the bunk and gave her a couple of blankets. Once I’d locked the door I sat in the living room and had another glass of the best I had. Everything was on tape, her whole admission. By morning she’d know that I knew everything. Mission accomplished; all I had to do now was put our lives back together.I sat in the living room for five minutes before I realised I was shaking. Where did I find the nerve to do this? I sat staring at Ellen on the screen. I ought to be pissed off with her, angry, hurt, but somehow all I could think of was getting to the end of this with us both in one piece.Ten minutes later I took myself to bed but I set the TV in the bedroom to give a continuous feed from the dungeon, with sound and the volume high so that if Ellen made any noise there was a good chance I’d wake. I don’t know how long it took me to get to sleep but I woke with the alarm at four thirty. I glanced at the monitor and Ellen was still in the land of nod. Time to make breakfast.I made porridge with a dash of salt for Ellen. The only question now was whether to bundle Ellen into the car, drive her around for a while to confuse her and then bring her home, or to manage the denouement right here. After a couple of minutes, I decided to go for the full-blown admission on my part. I could hardly object to Ellen having secrets if I did the same.I checked on the camera, she was still wearing the mask. I opened the door and stood waiting, until I saw some sign of her waking. When she stirred I reached down to unlock the chain again.”Time to wake up,” I said.She started to get out of the bed and then hesitated. “I need—””To pee?” I said. “There’s a pot beside the bed, feel with your hands.”Okay, I know that was cruel but she wanted to play the slave game, she might as well get the whole experience. I waited while she peed. I wondered if Ellen had ever had such a humiliating experience, certainly not one that she’d told me about, though she didn’t tell me about peeing in the bathroom at the hotel with Guy so who knows what else she’s done. This was worse I think. It did something, I could see her nipples harden. When she was done I pulled the chain a little to help her up.”Come with me.”I led her through the living room into the kitchen and made her sit. I separated the cuffs, leaving them on each wrist.”I have food for you and a surprise,” I said. I set the bowl of porridge in front of her, dipped a spoon and fed her a mouthful. Through the fishnet mask, I could make out enough of her face to know that she was puzzled.”Surprised?” I said.”Yes.””Ready to be amazed?””What is going on?”I lifted the mask and sat in my chair next to her watching.Her face went pale, she slumped back in the chair, grabbed the table to steady herself. It was half a minute before her colour came back and she stopped gasping.”Adrian?””Who did you think it would be?””Oh, God.” She closed her eyes, swallowed a couple of times and the panicky breathing started again. “How did I get here?” More gasps. “I… I slept in a dungeon… I was in a dungeon. Where is he?””Who?””The man… Oh, God.””The man?” I said, feeling wicked because I was starting to enjoy this.”Adrian, what is happening? Am I really home?””Yes love, you’re really home.””Thank God,” she said then there was a long pause. “Adrian, love…””What?””I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s happening… I don’t understand.””I’m not surprised,” I said.”Do you know what’s happening?””Yes,” I said. “I know exactly what is happening. No secrets from me.”She looked at me as though she was seeing me for the first time, a puzzled frown creeping over her face. I turned around and switched on the TV and then brought up last night’s canlı bahis siteleri confession. At the start of the tape, the camera was focussed on her masked face but I knew it was going to gradually zoom out, revealing where she was standing.”You mean this,” I said, setting the tape running. Her confession from last night started to play. I let it run until it finished.She sat looking at the final frame of the film for what seemed like forever.”That’s—“”Our living room,” I said.”I don’t get it. I was led out of a dungeon… was the living room a film set?””No,” I said. “The dungeon was a film set. Some stagehands that Guy knows built it in my office. Want to see?”I stood up. “Shall I take the chain off?””No don’t. Adrian,” she said, hesitating, her face a question in every muscle. “Did you… did you set this up?””Guilty as charged. You were never going to tell me, love. I was so scared I was losing you. I had to work it out myself.” I didn’t dare give her time to think. “Come and see.” I took the chain and pretty much dragged her out of the chair. I took her through the living room into the hallway and then into what had been my office when she left two days ago. With the stone effect walls, the spartan bed and the pot on the floor it looked exactly the real deal, except when I switched on the bright light you could see the joins.She stood for a moment looking at it shaking her head. “With this much light it’s not too hard to tell that it’s fake,” I said, “But in dim light and when you’re a bit scared I guess it was good enough.”Ellen turned around and pulled me to her, wrapping her arms around me her head almost burying itself in the side of my neck.”Who was the man last night?””What man?””The one I confessed to. He’s not in the film but he was taller than you and he had a beard.””Two days growth and heel raises,” I said.She jumped back, wide-eyed, staring at me. “It was you?””Come this way,” I said. “I have something for you. I led her back into the living room.”There should really be a drum roll and lights and stuff,” I said. “I was going to do this as a special ceremony for our anniversary, but having it a few days early maybe best.” I reached across to the coffee table and picked up the book I’d made. “Ellen Preston, This is Your Lies,” I said, handing her the leather bound book.“Don’t you mean; This is your Life?”“No.”For the first time this morning she grinned. “It ought to be ‘These are your lies’.”That was good, the real Ellen starting to emerge, she always was a grammar nut.“No,” I said, “the book, singular, is a collection of your lies; so the title is ‘This is your lies.’”She started to quickly flip through the pages. Each one she turned over had a different picture of her various escapades on one side and quotations on the other, matching lies against reality, excuse against deed; on each page a version of events as she had told it to me along with the reality of what she’d been actually doing. After the fourth or fifth page, she sat down again, leafing quickly through the whole thing until she stared at the last page for a minute. I may have been holding my breath.“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”“So I had to find out. Did I miss anything? Is there more?”She sat staring at the floor for another minute.“Sorry,” she said again. “I’ll tell you everything.” She stopped and her smile widened. “This was your secret?”“Got it in one.”I sat down on a chair facing her. “I’m sorry too,” I said. “I should have waited until you were ready to tell me but I was spooked by hearing you talk to Guy that night at the hotel.””What did I say?””Page three,” I said, pointing at the book.Guy—”What a fool, I mean what is the point in bugging the place and then telling us?”Ellen— “Don’t mock him. He’s scared you’ll take me away from him.”Guy— “I don’t have to take you away, you’re already here.”Ellen— “He thinks this is the first time. We have to play this along gently.”Guy— “That’s your problem.”Ellen— “I couldn’t cope with him knowing. Not yet, not until I’m ready.””It made it seem like an affair that had been going on for a while. Guy was rude about me and I thought both of you were playing me. I’d booked the hotel, believed what you’d said until then and when I heard that… my whole world collapsed. The lucky thing was that I was so unsure of all that technology that I’d put in three cameras in case one didn’t work. I wanted to play it straight even when I was scared but hearing what you said to Guy stopped me telling you about the other cameras.”I stopped for a second, shrugged a little and gave her what I hope was some sort of rueful smile. “If I’d trusted you from the word go I could have saved myself a lot of pain but it was the pain that made me do it.””It wasn’t your fault love. I wasn’t having an affair, I was using Guy.””Yeah, I figured that out later.””Can you forgive me?” she said.”Am I forgiven for this morning?””You mean for scaring the hell out of me?” For the first time in an hour, she really smiled. “All you did was canlı bahis made my fantasy real. I should have told you.””I kind of understand, I think,” I said. “But when I made sense of it I was chewed up all over again knowing that you thought I wouldn’t be able to cope, or I’d be disgusted or something. Were you ever going to tell me?””I think I hoped I could get it out of my system.””And you didn’t think I could help?””I got that wrong, didn’t I?” She stopped for a moment, held a hand up to stop me talking and then reached out to take both of my hands. I let her think.”Last night? Was that real, the competition, the auction?””The competition was genuine, like we had no idea who would win. The auction was fake. I felt sorry for Angus, I thought I owed him something so what you did with him was genuine. He seems like a good guy.””Did you tell him?””Sure. I showed him around, let him see our wedding pictures, got him to phone the number you gave him. Maybe we should have him and his wife around for dinner.””And the dungeon?””Some of Guy’s theatre friends, they make stage sets. It took them most of yesterday, once Guy picked you up they moved in. Did it fool you?””Fool me? It terrified me.” She looked straight at me. “Are you going to keep it like that?”I hadn’t thought about it. “Would you like that?”“It’s your office.”“It’s our house.” I laughed. “Anyway, it’s a theatre set, it’s not permanent. If we want a dungeon we should plan it properly.” I studied her face as I said it. Did she want that? What sort of marriage has a dungeon for the wife? If we had a dungeon would I have to find others like Angus to service her? There were too many variables.“I’d like to sleep on it a bit more before we do anything drastic,” I said.”You want to go to bed now?” She said. “It’s still very early— I mean both of us? Do you still want me?”“I don’t know if I can risk it.”“Risk what?”“The humiliation.”“The what?”“After Angus, if I try to fuck you I doubt if you’ll even feel me.”“No,” she said. “No, it’s not supposed to be like that. No please.””Let’s just go to bed, our bed, it’s still only five in the morning.”“I don’t want to lose the vibe.”“You won’t,” I said grabbing the chain and leading her upstairs. I took her into the bedroom threw a couple of towels on the floor and chained her to the bed leg.“This is how you like it, right?”“You saw?”I stood over her as she lay on the floor. “I actually have some of the hotel scenes in 3D. I thought we might have a film show tomorrow.”“Were you turned on watching it or horrified?”There was no way I could give a sensible answer to that— one day maybe— one day I’ll have to get all that straight in my head, sort out the mess of jealousy, angst and intellect that passes for the brain in my head. One day— not now.“You’re supposed to be a slave. Speak when you’re spoken to. I’ll wake you when I want to use you. If you have any sense you’ll get some sleep.”I’d never spoken like that, especially not to Ellen but if I was going to make our future work I had to be able to get into it at least some of the time. I set the silent alarm on my watch for seven and buried myself under the duvet. As I dropped off to sleep I told myself over and over that I was going to wake up hard and reclaim Ellie.My wrist buzzed me dead on time. I rolled onto my back and with some trepidation ran my hand down to my groin. It’s strange how some days I’ll wake up and I know it’s there but when it really matters… the suspense is awful, but it was there. I rolled out of bed with extreme care, the last thing I wanted to do was crush my cock and spoil it.Ellen was mostly on her back but with one leg crossed over. I knelt beside her and very gently took her right nipple in my mouth. I let the warmth of my mouth have an effect while my tongue gently tried to stir up some reaction. Her breathing was steady for the next minute as I tried to find my way into her dreams.When the bud between my lips began to harden Ellie stirred. A quiet sigh escaped her lips and she rolled her hips flat on the floor so that her legs began to part. I risked a hand on her pussy and started to ease her open, thinking she was bound to wake.The lock fixing her chain to the bed leg was fixed with a combination, not a key. Setting it to open with one hand was possible but not easy. Operating a key one handed would have been worse. Try it and you’ll see, but working a pussy to open up with one hand and getting a combination padlock to open with the other hand is seriously demanding. One thing for sure, there was no way I could arouse a nipple and do those things with my hand. I settled for the next best thing, watching Ellie’s face.Her eyes stayed closed but there was a hint of a smile starting to appear— maybe she was still dreaming but more likely she was awake and waiting. What to do? that was the question. My instinct was to ask her but that would never be the way a slave would expect to be treated. I had to be masterful and it had to be right first time.The floor was hard, despite the towels and I knew it was going to hurt my knees. Maybe she was right to take this fantasy somewhere else, maybe I wasn’t up to it, maybe I was too nice, but if I couldn’t make it work right now I felt as if my world would never be the same again.

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