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It was Saturday morning and as always Harry had cleaned his house from top to bottom. He had done this for as long as he could remember.
“Get the house clean on a Saturday morning that leaves the rest of weekend free” Anna used to say to him.
Harry would run Anna a bath and she would lounge in it while Harry did the housework. When Anna had finished bathing Harry would enjoy smelling her aroma as he cleaned the bathroom after her. By lunch time Harry would be having a quick shower before starting the weekend with his beloved Anna.
Harry picked up a picture in a beautiful mother of pearl frame that sat on his mantle piece and lovingly dusted it. He looked longingly at the picture and spoke softly.
“Oh my beautiful Anna. At least you wont have to grow old.” He moved over to the sofa and sat down, his shoulder slumped and his head bowed looking into the smiling face of his Anna.
“Well Im 55 today my love and still on my own.” He sat back closing his eyes thinking back, back to the day he first saw His Anna.
His first day at university. He was a farmer’s lad, not overly tall for a man at five foot nine but working on the farm had given him broad shoulders and a strong physique. It had also given his fair complexion a weather worn rugged look. He had smiled broadly at the tall sophisticated girl as she passed him, strands of his dark hair escaping from the Brillcream and wearing the best of his farming clothes Harry had looked neither sophisticated nor trendy. In fact he stood out from the rest as a country bumpkin.
Anna on the other hand was tall at five foot ten, slender but not skinny. Her long dark blonde hair falling softly over her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes framed in black eyeliner and pale pink lipstick gleaming on her full lips. She was a stunner. Everyone looked at her as she walked past.
However it was not just her stunning good looks that attracted Harry and others to her, it was the way she carried herself. She was tall for a woman but did not try to hide this, instead she walked tall and proud. Her head high, shoulders back, she walked with confidence. There was no shyness or awkwardness that so many others in this first year at university showed. Anna was a Goddess.
Harry was delighted when he realised they were both studying English.
In the induction class Harry had managed to sit just behind her he could smell her perfume and was giddy with it. The lecturer was using this time to give out information and try to break the ice within class.
He started an to ask each student their name and what they wanted out of the course.
Everyone seemed to have a strong positive idea and though some spoke nervously they all seemed to have an idea of what they wanted. When they got to Harry however he had not been thinking anything, just drinking in the perfume of the wonderful creature sitting before him. He stumbled over his name and then admitted that he had no idea what he was doing on the course or what he wanted to do after. “I just wanted off the farm” he said, his country accent filling the room. Everyone laughed including Anna, however the lecturer just gave him a strong gaze and moved onto the next person.
Harrys face shone red with embarrassment. The first time he had spoken in front of Anna and he had made a fool of himself.
Then it was Anna’s turn. Her voice was strong and steady. She gave her name and told everyone she intended to be a foreign correspondent for the BBC. No one laughed. The lecturer nodded and said that with such a strong positive ambition like that he felt she would do well.
She was magnificent.
For the first year she never spoke to him. Never acknowledged he even existed. Harry found studying difficult. He had not been to a posh school like most of the other students, he did not have fancy clothes or a large allowance from his family. He was the country boy just about keeping up. Anna however flourished. She was the star of the class, in discussion groups everyone would listen to Anna, give her time and not interrupt. If Harry tried to put a point across more than not he would be talked over.
During the first summer break Harry went back to work on the farm. Harry was the youngest of three brothers. He was the after thought his mother used to say as he was 12 years younger than his eldest brother Martin. Martin had never shown any interest in school and had left school as soon as he could to work alongside his father on the farm. It was Martins sons who now farmed the land Harry had been raised on. Ernest was 10 years older than Harry. He was a mechanical genius and had gone to work in the local garage on leaving school. At the age of 25 with the backing of some money from his father he had started up a tractor sales and repair company and had done very well for himself. He was married and had a lovely daughter.
Harry had always loved books and learning and with the family being financially able to support him he was sent off to university with the blessing not only of his parents, but his two older brothers. “You show them toffs we got brains here in this farm” Matthew would say putting on a strong country accent.
It had been Martin that had seen him first after Jess and Tam the two farm dogs, of course they missed nothing.
“Bleeding hell me brothers turned into one of them mods” Martin had shouted to no one in particular.
Harry had laughed. He had had his hair cut properly and was learning to grease it back. He had also bought himself some clothes, but he had not been brave enough to go for the drain pipes or parkers and he had stuck to jeans and sweaters, but Martin calling him a mod was far from the truth. Back at university he was still the country boy.
He had enjoyed working on the farm over the summer and being with his family as he had missed than. However by the time he was due to go back to university he was glad. He was longing to get back to his studies and though Anna did not know he existed, he had spent a lot of the summer thinking about her.
Anna had noticed the country boy. She thought him very handsome but she had vowed not to let boys get in her way. She had strong ambitions and she was not going to stop anything getting in the way.
Many of the trendy boys had tried to chat Anna up but she was not interested. Her quick mind and strong personality had made her very popular with everyone, however the country boy just did not seem to take any notice of her. She had loved the way that on the induction day he had not followed the pack but had been honest about not knowing what he was doing. Anna felt that most had felt that way but only Harry had had the balls to say so. She had laughed not at him but with him. She had watched him. He was polite to a fault which was why he would get talked over in discussions. He was a real gentleman, she had seen him opening doors and standing back to allow the girls to get the best seats. Anna had liked what she had seen.
Over the summer break Anna want travelling with her sister Mary. Mary was a year older than Anna and was studying Medicine. Mary wanted to be a doctor like her father. Anna parents were financially well off and more than happy to support their two girls so this meant that Anna did not have to worry about working her holidays.
Anna had been surprised just how often she thought of the Country boy during the summer. Any quiet moment he would come to her mind. Anna made the decision that she needed to get to know Harry better. Not for romantic purposes as she did not have time for that, but to get him out of her head or at least to find out why he was in there.
Over the next year Anna had taken Harry under her wing. No one talked over him now as Anna would raise her finger and say. “Let Harry talk, what he has to say is valid” and with the support of Anna Harry's confidence had bloomed. His grades had soared and he was feeling more confidence. By the end of the second year Harry was heading for a first along side Anna.
Harry and Anna were close, but nothing more than friends. So when Anna suggested they spent the summer together Harry was gobsmacked. He knew he needed to either go back to the farm and work or to find work to help support his final year. His family would not accept him not working for the whole of the summer. Harry fumbled over his words as he told Anna the situation expecting her to say Ok I’ll see you next term. Instead she had suggested they get work in a holiday camp.
That summer in Butlins had changed both their lives.
They had applied to work in the bars or restaurants as they did not fancy cleaning. However they had left applying too late and both received the same letter saying all the positions were filled but they could offer them jobs in other positions. Harry was delighted when he was given a groundsmans job as his farming background had made him suitable for it. However the only position open to Anna was that of a chambermaid. Cleaning the chalets on change over days and then other cleaning duties during the week. Even though she did not fancy the idea but she still took the job. She wanted the experience and she wanted to be around Harry.
Within a few weeks however, Anna was working reception in a smart uniform. Harry had laughed when she told him how she had approached the manager and told him how much she was being wasted cleaning. Her good looks and sweet talking had got her a plumb job.
Harry and Anna went everywhere together. Everyone thought of them as a couple yet they had not so much as kissed.
They became friends with another couple who worked the summer camp every year. Pete and Liz were great fun and a little bit wild. Pete was always grabbing Liz and Liz would giggle and never protest. He would put her over his knee and slap her bottom. They showed open signs of affection and yet there was something about them that made them different from other friends the two had known.
One night when the four of them were alone in Petes chalet having a drink, it was then that Pete came straight out with it.
“So Anna, you are Harrys Mistress” Anna and Harry looked at him blank.
“Its not a question, its an observation”.
Pete and Liz had gone on to explain the D/s lifestyle they had adopted. The way that Pete was Liz’s Master and that Liz would do as Pete ordered. At first Harry and Anna had thought it all a bit of a joke, but as the night went on they realised they were being let into something that was not open to everyone.
The talked about spanking and about bondage. Anna’s eyes opened wide at the thought of having a man totally helpless and it excited her more than she would have thought. Harry though was very quiet. It was as if Pete and Liz had gotten inside his mind and had stolen his fantasies.
The next day Anna had asked Harry to meet her after work. She took him by the hand and walked him down to the beach finding a quiet spot. Sitting next to Harry in the sand dunes, Anna had looked him directly in the eye and asked him.
“Will you submit to me? Will you do everything I ask of you? Will you accept punishments if I am not happy with you?” Anna’s eyes were wide she was laying herself open to him. If Harry had not liked what he had heard the night before he could make Anna’s life very difficult and yet Anna knew what his answer would be. She now realised it was not just her driving ambition that had stopped her forming a relationship. Rather it had been the fact that she had not realised that the type of relationship she needed even existed until the night before.
“Yes Mistress” Harry said his eyes held in her stare. Anna leant forward and kissed Harry.
Over the rest of the summer Peter and Liz had introduced them to others who were also into BDSM and Anna had learnt so much about how to put Harry into bondage, how to administer punishment and how to give sensual pain.
By the time the third year started back at university. Mistress Anna and submissive harry were a couple
They moved into a shared house with other students and though their studies took up most of their time they still found time to explore this new and exciting sexuality they had found.
Harry stood up and gave Anna’s picture a final dust before putting it back on the mantle. The next picture was of them both in their graduation gowns. Anna had become a journalist. Not for the BBC but for a national newspaper. Harry had eventually settled working for an import-export company. Not the type of work he would ever have thought of but it paid well and it was in the city close to his beloved Mistress.
Life had been good. Anna taking control of Harry, Harry striving to please. They had lost touch with Pete and Liz, but had over the years made a few close friends who were also into BDSM. They went to the occasional parties where Harry would kneel at Anna's feet. However Anna liked the privacy of their own home to enjoy their special relationship.
It was the summer of 1991 that Anna first became ill. Cancer, the dreaded word had hit both of them hard. She had fought it but by the end of '91 it was obvious that she would not see another year.
Anna had told Harry to find another Mistress and to not just fret away his life. “You need a Mistress to flourish my Harry” she had said. “When I am gone, don't hide away find someone else” Harry had held her in his arms, holding his anger, fear and most of all his heartache at bay as he needed to be strong for Anna.
Anna was beautiful to the end. Fighting hard to stay with her Harry, but in the end the cancer won and she slipped off to sleep as Harry lay along side her in the hospice.
The relief that his Mistress Anna was no longer being in pain helped Harry with his grief. He had loved her more than life itself but he had to go on alone. He had to live and do his best, it had been her last orders to him.
Harry put his cleaning things away and went to have his shower. “Housework all done Anna my love. I now have the rest of the weekend to enjoy”
Harry was going to a club that night. He had done as Anna had said and had gone on the Internet looking at BDSM sites. He had also had a lot of support from the lifestyle friends they already had. However he had never found anyone else. Maybe in the first years he had looked for another Anna rather than a new Mistress and maybe he had not been ready to accept another Mistress.
Over the years he had made many friends. He had become an active member of the BDSM community. Anna would have been proud of the way he would write on BDSM forums, passing on his knowledge in his gentle way. He would talk to newcomers passing on his love for those special activities. Harry was particularly adept at servicing women. With Anna’s guidance and his own strong will to submit he had become a wonderfully attentive sub.
However today was Harry’s 55th birthday. He was in many ways the old man of BDSM. Age was not such an issue for Dominants Harry thought as he looked through his wardrobe choosing what to wear that night, but who wants an old sub, there are so many young ones out there.
Harry had over time had lots of casual play. He had given many a Domme a foot massage, worshipping their feet. He had felt the cane and floggers and the wonderful pull on his back as a Woman ran her fingernails deep into his skin. There had been a couple who had taken him on as a casual sub. He had enjoyed sessions of bondage and had been delighted to once more feel the weight of a woman pressing down on his head as had struggled for the breath to keep pleasing her. However they had only been casual and nothing had come of them. He had never found another Mistress and a few years ago he had resigned himself never to finding one.
Just three years earlier Harry had decided to give up on BDSM altogether he felt a bit like a joke, a single submissive male in his fifties. It was a phone call from the owner of The Red Stripe Club that had brought him back into the scene. Mike had run the successful BDSM play club twice a month for some years and was looking at putting on a series of workshops that were to run in the afternoon before the club. He asked Harry if he was interested in helping run them
Harry had been delighted to help. His organisational skills and his easy going personality along with Red Stripes good reputation had brought in some of the top skills in the country. The series of ten events had been a roaring success.
It had been decided that the workshops would become an annual event starting each spring. Harry had once more found a place within a lifestyle he had felt he no longer fitted into.
The last of these years’ workshops had been two weeks ago. On the weekends when a workshop was on, Harry would get up early so that he could still do the housework on the Saturday morning before getting to the club for eleven.
He had decided not to go to the club this weekend. He was going to have a relaxing one after being so busy. However Mike had phoned saying he had a coach party coming in from another area and he would appreciate it if Harry could attend as an additional host. Mike always paid Harry for any work he did for his club, even though Harry did not do it for the money. “It’s a business Harry, not a hobby. If you work its only right you get paid” Mike would grin and continue “and then I don’t have a problem asking you to do something. If you don’t take the money I wont be able to ask for your help. Anyway I don’t pay you bloody much”.
So tonight Harry would be host alongside Mike. Harry arrived early at the club. Mike and some of the staff were putting up the equipment and there was the pre club buzz filling the room. Mike saw Harry and asked him to sort out the door for him.
Harry was one of the few people Mike trusted to take the money. Mike was a well liked and very open, but when it came to money it was all business.
Harry had chosen to wear his black tailored dinner suit. He and Anna had found it in a second hand shop some years ago. It had been an expensive item in its time and fitted Harry a treat.
Harry had kept his good figure. Over the years he had taken to cycling to and from work. This along with his love for hill-walking had kept him fit. His black unruly hair was not grey and cut short to hide its thinning. However his deep brown eyes still shone like a young man's, especially when his soft easy smile fell across his handsome face.
His shoes shone, his shirt was ironed and his dickey bow tied just right. He was well presented. He liked this look for Hosting and knew that by removing his coat and shirt and just putting the dickey bow on with a bare chest, dress trousers and shoes it also made for a good look as a sub.
Mike shouted over to him to hold the fort while he got himself changed. A few early regulars arrived and Harry chatted as he took their money. Then Mike appeared dressed in leather. His big burly figure suited the heavy material.
“Bloody hell Harry, I don’t know how you do it. The woman will be swooning after you” Mike said as he looked Harry up and down. Mike had of course seen Harry in his dress suit before but he did like the look and always commented on it.
It was true, the women did fall all over Harry. However not in the way he wanted. They would tell him how smart he looked, give him a cuddle, even play with him but he would then see them with the younger subs and know that he was their friend and would be nothing more.
“Since your so dashing tonight, you take the greeting at the door and I’ll do the money” Mike ordered. Mike and Harry had become very close friends over the years so working together was easy.
Harry was happy to take the money but enjoyed greeting people as they arrived best. He loved being able to show newcomers around or answer questions. He felt it was a way of serving others.
Harry spent the next hour shaking hands, kissing the ladies and helping to carry bags full of the wonderful toys into the club.
A few newcomers arrived and Harry took them on a tour. As he arrived back at the front desk there was a large group of people all of them strangers to Harry. The coach had arrived.
Harry started welcoming people as Mike made sure everyone paid. Mike suggested that Harry give the first group a tour then he would take the others while flora, Mike's submissive, took over at the door.
Harry gathered his group and took them around. Showing them the different pieces of equipment, where they could get changed, the bar and chill area, the toilets and pointing out the Dungeon Masters and at the same time slipping in some subtle rules. Mike didn't like giving a list of rules to newcomers as most were obvious rules and many of these people were used to going to BDSM events. So both Mike and Harry had a good bit of banter worked that let them tell people everything they wanted to know without insulting there intelligence.
Harry’s group settled down into a corner of the rest room, some going off to get changed and others heading for the bar.
Harry made his way back to the front desk. He had enjoyed talking to the group as they were fun and from the questions he knew they were a knowledgeable bunch. Harry looked forward to chatting to some of them later that evening. As he arrived there was a small group standing talking to flora.
Flora looked over and Harry. “Here is the host with the most” she said with a smile.
“Am I in demand” Harry joked back.
“We nipped to the loo when we got here and missed the tour.” One of the ladies spoke.
“Then it will be my pleasure to show you around” Harry gave a low bow to the small group and took them into the club.
The group was made up of four women, two who where definitely Dommes, one had a male sub on a lead and two other others, he couldnt decide if they were Domme or sub.
He started showing them around. One of the ladies stood back a little from the others. Harry put her in her late twenties, she was wearing a medieval dress in purple velvet that fitted close to her slender figure, he noticed that her nails, both on her hands and toes where painted the same purple colour as her gown. His eyes kept falling to her feet as her sandals kept peeking out from under her gown.
Harry was kept busy as the Domme with the sub on a lead asked lots of questions. Finally as he took them to the chill area before leaving them to enjoy the evening.
As Harry walked away he felt a hand on his arm. As he turned he saw the gentle smile of the lady in the medieval dress.
“You said you name was Harry” her soft voice hid her northern accent. “
“Yes” Harry answered studying her face. She had deep green eyes, a small nose slightly up turned and large full lips. Her hair was a mixture of blonde, brown with thin scarlet red stripes in amongst it. She was a lovely looking woman.
“Do you know Master Colin Parry and his penny?” she asked.
Colin and penny had been friends of his from the early days. He had lost contact with them years earlier, even before Anna had died.
“Yes, yes I do. It must be” Harry hesitated trying to work out how long it had been since he had last seen them. “years, well Anna has been dead 14 years so its got to be more than that” he was talking to himself more than to the woman. He realised what he was doing and with an apologetic look went on. “So you know them, how are they?”
“They are both well. They sold the big house when they retired a few years back and bought a small bungalow. They don’t get out much nowadays. Dad had a heart attack a few years back.”
“Dad? Your Colin and Penny’s daughter?”
“Oh yes sorry” She laughed, it was a strong laugh, her whole face lighting up. “I’m Lucy, also known as Mistress Louisa”
Harry smiled as he knew her name from the internet. She was a very sensible and very knowledgeable young Domme. Then again what else would she be, having Colin and penny as parents. He had never suspected the connection with his old friends.
Colin and penny were never really into the “scene”, they had been friends of friends and when Anna and Harry were first starting out in their careers they had had some very welcome long weekends at Colin and pennys. However as their careers took more and more of their time and contact was lost.
Harry and Lucy spent along time chatting that night. He was delighted to hear about his old friends and Lucy was so easy to talk to. She told him about Colin’s ill health and listened sympathetically as Harry's eyes filled with tears as he told of the death of his beloved Anna.
“So how did you get into all of this” Harry asked at their surroundings.
“I was born to it” Lucy laughed. Her laughter was infectious and Harry laughed along as Lucy told of the little things she had noticed when growing up.
”Davy, my brother and I found a leather flogger when I was about seven and he was nine. Dad found us in the garden me wielding the flogger and Dave running for his life.”
“David” Harry remembered the young boy blonde curls and large eyes. “How is he”
Lucy laughed once more.
”Vanilla, such a shame but most family’s have one” they laughed and Lucy continued with her stories of childhood and of her family.
They could have chatted all night but Mikes gentle hand on Harry’s shoulder reminded him he was working.
“I will see you before you leave” Harry had said and wandered off to help around the club.
The night was very busy. Harry, Mike and the rest of the crew were kept busy with requests and polite chatter to their guests. The time slipped by and Harry realised that finding more time to chat was not going to happen.
He slipped into the office and found a pen and paper and wrote a quick note to Colin and Penny, putting his telephone number on the bottom. He was delighted to hear about them and wanted to regain contact with them.
As Lucy got ready to leave with the rest who had come down, Harry slipped the note into her hand.
“Please give this to your parents” He asked politely “It’s been really lovely meeting you.”
Lucy smiled and said she would pass on his note and then she opened her arms to hug the older man. Harry accepted the hug with reddened cheeks. This young woman had a power about her. She was not the stereotypical Domme. She was not stern or trying to get one up on anyone. She was a natural. Not surprising when you realise she had been brought up in a D/s household.
As the club emptied Harry felt his 55 years.
“I’m to old for this” he said as he sat down to a very welcome cup of tea.
“You and me both” Mike smiled back looking just as tired as Harry felt. Harry nodded. Mike was only a few years younger than himself but the lifestyle seemed to relish older Master and Mistresses and single older subs were discarded. Well that was how Harry felt.
It was the Wednesday night when Harry logged onto the Internet. He had a small whisky to keep him company and wanted to catch up on the going on in the virtual world of BDSM.
He was not surprised to see his in-box flashing. However when he saw the name Mistress Luisa. Harry was delighted. She told him how much she had enjoyed the club but that the highlight of the trip was meeting him. She told him she was to see her parents the next weekend and would give them the note then. She also said she had been very impressed by him.
”It is hard to find subs who are confidant and out going and yet at the same time show the respect and good manners to others. To many subs are bratty or just out for what they can get. You shone on Saturday night, a true gentleman sub. It was an honour to meet you”
Harry read and re-read this part of the email. Everyone loves compliments but this was beyond a compliment. She had seen into him and had picked out all the qualities he had strove to perfect over the years, all the qualities that Mistress Anna had loved.
Lucy had very nearly not gone on the trip to the club. She was so unorganised that she forgotten to put her name down for the trip. It had limited places and turned out to be very popular. She only got a place due to someone else breaking their leg. Then on the day of the trip she left everything to the last minute and ended up going with only half her kit and nearly missed the bus.
Lucy was a physiotherapist in a large hospital. At work she was organised and professional. However her home and social life was chaotic. She put it down to the fact that she worked hard and when at home needed to relax. She relaxed that much she was in danger of never moving again.
She had shared flats or houses all the time she trained and also when she first started working. The problem with Lucy being so untidy, coupled to her strong personality often led to misunderstandings. As soon as Lucy could afford a place of her own she got one. At first it had been a very small bedsit but it was hers. Now she had a good sized two bedroom apartment in a complex close to the private hospital where she practiced.
Lucy was 33 years old, had had two long term boyfriends, one of which she had been engaged to and several shorter, more casual relationships.
Lucy had known about her dominant personality since she was in her teens. She had been surfing the web and had come across BDSM sites. That was it for Lucy, she knew her place in the world. She read everything she could find on BDSM, quite a lot of it was either fantasy or just plain drivel, but amongst it all she kept finding things she could relate to. She also kept finding things that also related to her parents.
She was 17 when her dad came into the office while Lucy was surfing the web. Instead of closing the window on the website, Lucy called her father over and said.
“That’s you and mum isn't it”
Colin just smiled and said “you think so?” and walked out of the room.
Lucy had wanted to much to bring it up and now he had dismissed it without any conversation. It was a few weeks later when a small parcel arrived addressed to her that she had the opportunity to bring the subject up again. Someone had sent her the book “Screw The Roses”.
Colin had not been shocked at Lucy picking up on his and Penny’s D/s relationship, however he had not expected her to be so direct that day and his reaction had shown.
The book opened up the dialogue between them all.
Lucy asked lots of questions and Colin and penny answered as openly as they felt right. They did not want to discuss their own sex life with their teenage daughter, but they happily talked about BDSM in general. They had always called Lucy a little Domme from very young, but of course never in front of her.
She had started going to some lifestyle events soon after and found it hard being a young Domme. Most assumed that her youth made her a submissive, a big mistake.
Paul had been her first love and her first real sub. He was a year older at 20 and she met him at a fetish market. They hit it off straight away and within months they were living together. They explored the world of BDSM together, learning quickly and experimenting with everything new they came across.
They got engaged and a date for the wedding was made. However as soon as the date was set they both did nothing but row. Lucy finally called the wedding off and threw the engagement ring back at Paul. It had ended badly after three wonderful years. Paul moved out of the area and they did not speak until four years later when they met at an event. They laughed over how childish their arguments had been and both finally admitted that the engagement had put an end to their relationship as neither of them had been ready to commit.
Paul had changed also and was now switching with his girlfriend Alice. Paul and Alice married and Lucy went to their wedding. They are still good friends even though most of the contact between them was via the Internet.
After Paul, Lucy drifted from one relationship to another. Then she met Dr Taylor, Derek. He was handsome, intelligent witty but oh so vanilla. She put the lifestyle behind her and moved in with the doctor. She thought love would be enough.
After a only 18 months Lucy started itching for a boy at her feet. She longed to take a flogger to someone, if she was honest with herself she longed to do it to Derek.
One night when she had had a few drinks she brought up the idea of bondage. Just tying Derek up while she enjoyed his body.
Derek was not overly keen. He did say he would tie her up but she insisted. The night was a disaster. Lucy showed her expertise at tying knots and Derek was not pleased that she was able to put her hand to rope so easy.
Once Derek was tied he became stroppy and lost his erection. They decided to give it up as a bad job. The next day they talked and Lucy owned up to her dominant side and her love for BDSM. Derek was very quiet and Lucy hopped that his silence was a sign he was maybe accepting her kink. Hoping that even if he was not into it he would allow her to still play casually with others. She loved Derek but she knew that long term she could not abandon her kinky side.
The next day when Lucy came home from work Derek was gone. The note simply said. “I am sorry, but I cant love a pervert”
In time Lucy was grateful for that one line note. It made her angry with him and that made it easier for her to get over the very strong love she had had for him.
Lucy had several subs who she could have collared, but she wanted more than just a sub, she wanted romance, she wanted love. Lucy wanted the whole thing what her parents had.
The other problem that Lucy was finding more and more was that so many of the subs she was attracted to were not of the type she longed for. Lucy wanted a sub to care for her, not just for her Dominance but for her as a woman. She wanted to feel loved not just worshipped. She wanted a sub who she could talk to, even argue with when needed. She wanted someone who could get on with the day to day running of their lives without her constantly having to tell them what to do. Most of all she wanted a sub who she could snuggle up to at night and feel that they were hers totally.
Lucy handed the letter over to her father and they sat around the dinner table after Sunday dinner. Penny always made a good Sunday roast and Lucy would always try to time visits to coincide with it. Penny went to start clearing the table but Lucy asked her to wait and see the letter.
Colin’s face beamed and then he let out a hearty laugh. The same laugh that Lucy had inherited from her Father. “Its from Harry, pen” Colin said. “He was at the club our Lucy was at the other night”. Then turning to Lucy. “I hope you never got up to anything you shouldn’t have. Your mother and I have a reputation to keep up.” He winked and handed the note to Penny.
“Oh don’t worry about your reputations” Lucy joked back “I have one of my own I am working on” and winked back
“Anna died” Penny’s voice was sad. “Its been so long, Its such a shame when you loose touch” Penny’s face was sad she had like Anna.
Colin brought the mood up by asking how Harry had seemed.
As Lucy recalled the evening to her parents she realised just what an impression this man had had on her.
“He is a real gentleman dad” she said.
“Harry always was, Anna was lucky to have found him. It’s not like nowadays you just go on the web and there is a long line of subs to pick from. Back then you had to suss out a person’s personality, you had to try to work out if they were compatible to your own needs” Colin was talking to himself as much as to Lucy. Thinking back to when he met Penny and how it had taken so long before brining up he liking for spanking, he was so scared that Penny would run a mile. However his gut instinct had been right, she had been happy to try anything as long as it was with Colin.
“It isn't that easy” Lucy’s words cut through Colins thoughts. “There are loads all saying they are subs but trying to find one is not easy. You know Dad, I have come to the conclusion that a blokes submissive personality is more important to me than anything else.”
“That’s because your dominance side is so strong. You take after your old man”
“Listen to you two” Penny rose from the table gathering plates. “I had heard of the Three Amigos but never the Two Domingos” They all laughed that was something else that Lucy needed in a sub, a good sense of humour.
It had been almost two moths since Harry had met Lucy. He and Colin had spoken on the phone several times since, long chats full of reminiscing. However as Harry packed his overnight bag, he felt a pang of sadness. Last time he had seen them it had been with his beloved Anna.
Harry picked up Anna’s photo. “I did the housework last night, so I really do have the whole weekend free” He said out loud to her “I am going to visit old friends, Oh you know that, I don’t have to tell you anything do I. You know it all because you are always in my heart”
He caught the train rather than driving, taking his bike with him. When Colin opened the door to his old friend pushing a bicycle it brought great laughter.
”You cycled the whole way” Colin teased. “I always said you were a masochist”
Penny pushed past Colin to embrace Harry. “You look so well. It’s so good to see you”
Saturday was taken up with non stop chatter. They did go for a stroll after their evening meal but the chatter never stopped.
All three had tears running down their faces as they talked of Anna’s death but those tears soon turned to laughter as they remembered the good times. It was almost three in the morning before they fell into bed. Laughing and a bit giddy from a few to many whiskies.
Harry slept so well that he felt guilty when he looked at the clock and it said 10:30. He quickly showered and was downstairs hoping not to appear to rude.
Penny was in the kitchen already the smell of the roast filling the house.
”Good morning Harry” She said wiping her hands on her apron and coming over kissing Harry on the cheek. “Did you sleep well?”
“Too well, thanks. I went out like a light and I feel a bit guilty at sleeping so late”
“No need to feel guilty, His Domlyness is still in bed” They both laughed.
Penny insisted that Harry have some breakfast but as soon as he had finished he started to help prepare the vegetables. Penny and Harry chatted away they heard movement about their heads, Colin had risen.
Colin appeared looking a little grey. “I’m not as young as I use to be” Colin announced
“and your not supposed to drink whisky all night” Penny reprimanded with a smile on her face
“So true” Then turning to Harry “Nag nag nag you just can’t get the submissives these days” Harry laughed and penny tutted. It really was good to be with his old friends.
Lucy arrived just before lunch. Seeing her with her parents Harry wondered how he had not seen the resemblance sooner. She looked like her mother, yet her mannerisms were all Colin’s.
Harry happily helped Penny in the kitchen while Lucy fussed over her dad. Colin did not seem too well after his late night. Colin health had not been good for some years. He had been a smoker and drinker all his life but after the heart attack he had stopped smoking and cut right back on the drinking, but last night he was enjoying himself so much he got carried away and thought he was a young healthy man again.
“Your getting old dad you need to take it easy.” Lucy was chastising her dad when Harry walked into the dining room.
“I’m only 66 my girl, that’s no age” He came back. Lucy and Colin were known in the family for their friendly banter. Harry smiled and started to lay the table. Lucy got up to help.
”Its ok, I can do it” Harry said with a smile and Lucy settled back watching Harry.
Harry was tall and straight and he moved around the table with ease. He reminded her of a head waiter in some posh restaurant. He had an air of authority about him and yet his gentle eyes told of his submission.
Penny came into the dining room with a turrine of soup.
“Oh goody, starters” Lucy cried taking her place at the table. “We don’t normally get starters” she smiled at Harry who was seated opposite her.
“Its nothing special” Penny said “just some vegetable soup”
“There is nothing “Just” about your soup Pen, you make the best soup around” Colin was proud of his submissive and did not like her putting her wonderful talents in the kitchen down.
“And home made bread rolls” Harry said passing the wicker basket holding the rolls first to Lucy and then to Colin then placing them on the table between himself and Penny.
“Mums a great cook” Lucy said
“You don’t have to tell me” said Harry. “I have enjoyed Pen’s food on more than one occasion”
“Well our Lucy cant boil an egg” Colin announces
”I’m sure that’s not true” Harry said kindly
“It is true I can’t cook, I am hopeless around the house and I am totally disorganised” Lucy said it as if they were all good qualities.
The soup was eaten with friendly conversation and laughter. As Penny started to gather up the soup bowls Harry rose and took the empty soup dish out to the kitchen.
“Dad should your guest be doing that” Lucy asked
“Harry is not a guest, he is a friend who is submissive. If I was to stop him helping that would be wrong. It would also be wrong of me to tell him to do it”
Lucy nodded, she thought she understood what her dad was saying.
Harry and penny brought in the dinner. Harry carrying the vegetables in and Penny placed a large joint of pork with glistening crackling in front of Colin to carve.
“Now step back and see some expert knife work” Colin announced as he stood to carve the joint. He was looking a lot better than he had just an hour earlier.
Lucy was mesmerised at how easy everything seemed to be to Harry. He did not look clumpy or uncomfortable. He did not simply pass the vegetables around, he served them up on to everyone’s plates. First to Lucy then Colin then with a smile he served Penny who in turn served up roast potatoes. Finally he put a good size helping of everything on his own plate.
With the gravy and apple sauce finally on his plate Harry sat back and admitted the slightly over full plate.
”Yes Pen is one good cook and its one time I am not going to be too polite and take small portions” Colin and Lucy both laughed. Penny however just leant forward and put another roast potato onto Harry’s plate.
Lucy listened as her dad took charge of the conversation over the meal. The old times before the Internet, before D/s became popular, was the main topic and though Lucy was very much part of the “new way” she believed that the more open people were in the lifestyle, the better it would be. She believed that it was ignorance that made the general population see any form of BDSM as perverted and wrong. However as she listened, she did find herself longing to have been part of what was at that time a very close and secret group.
Harry and Penny cleared away the main course and Penny brought in a steaming hot apple crumble and Harry carried the over-large jug of custard.
“Now this is were my submissive manners go right out of the window, apple crumble is my fave” Harry claimed as he seated himself at the table.
“Then I better take charge” Penny said picking up her serving spoon and scooping a very large potion of crumble into a bowl and handing it to Harry. “See how you get on with that for a starter”
Harry took the bowl and though his years of serving others told him to pass it along to the Dominants in the group he knew this was Penny’s way of showing how much she cared for her guest. He took the bowl and lavished a large amount of custard over it, took his spoon and scooped up an over-large mouthful. As his mouth closed over his spoon he let out as sigh of appreciation. The others all looked on. Harry took his time savouring the warm sweet pudding. Closing his eyes and nodding his head, before proclaiming it as the best he had ever tasted however he thought it best if the others did not have any.
Penny gave Colin a small helping, warning him not to “go mad” with the custard.
“See” said Colin “give a submissive enough time and she will turn into a nag” and smiled at Penny who in turn just smiled back. Since Colin’s heart attack Penny had found herself having to keep an eye on what Colin did. She was the one who made sure he took his medication, made sure he did not over indulge.
Once the meal was finished everyone helped to clear away, Penny and Harry in the kitchen with Colin and Lucy clearing the table and making coffee.
Later they would go for a walk in the countryside before Harry mounted his bike and headed to the train station.
The weekend was a great success and as Harry nodded to the rhythm of the train he kept hearing the laughter of his friends.
Now they were back in touch they all intended to keep up the contact. Colin and Harry would talk on the phone most weekends and Penny would send Harry post cards or funny cards she thought Harry would like and the occasional jar of home made jam or some cake she had baked.
Lucy keep in touch via email and instant messenger. She found she could talk to Harry about anything and everything. Often their conversations focused of the role of a submissive and the responsibilities of a Dominant.
The more she talked to him, the more she longed for what he had to offer. Harry invited Lucy down for a special Domme night at The Red Stripe. The idea of the night had been Harry’s and had been inspired by chatting to Lucy.
The night was to be a high protocol night. Any male or female sub or slaves attending were expected to follow basic protocols. The Dommes were to be pampered and looked after.
Lucy arrived Friday night. Harry was just finishing his weekly housework. He apologised saying he had hoped to have had it finished before she arrived.
”You don’t have to do this for me coming Harry, I am a real slob about the house”
“I do it every week either on a Friday night or normally on a Saturday morning. Anna used to insist”
“So you did all the housework Harry” There was a tone of surprise in her voice
“Not all of it, but the lions share. It was my pleasure to look after Anna and she in turn looked after me” he said with a wink and Lucy laughed.
“You always make me laugh Harry”
“Is that a good thing?” Harry asked
“Yes I was brought up in a house filled with laughter.”
Harry had prepared a simple meal for them and they sat in front of Harry's computer eating and drinking wine. Gossiping about the other on-line people. Chatting about those they had met. What they were like and if they liked them or not. Lucy could not imagine being so open and honest about what she thought of people with anyone else. Harry really did make her feel relaxed.
Saturday morning there was scrambled eggs and mountains of toast followed by more gossip and lazing around.
Lucy showed Harry the kit she had brought to take to the club. There was a lovely set of soft leather floggers. As Lucy handled them Harry became very quiet and Lucy saw the change in him. She liked it and played on it.
She stood up so she could wield them, Her body moving with each stroke.
Harry’s face flushed with the thought of being on the end of such beautiful instruments. He watched with wide eyes, saying very little.
Lucy could feel the longing coming from Harry.
“Would you like me to try them out on you” She said with a gentle smile.
Harry wanted to say yes, he wanted to rip off his shirt but something stopped him. This was Lucy, the daughter of his friends. What would Colin and Penny think? He knew it was only a flogging, nothing sexual but he still felt uncomfortable.
“No thanks” He said his eyes telling what he really wanted to say “You need to keep your strength for tonight”
Lucy was a little confused by his response; maybe he was just a little shy. Maybe he would be happier at the club Lucy knew that just one word from her and he would submit to it, but she also respected that he had said no.
Lucy looked astonishing. She was wearing a leather mini skirt, not to short but very teasing with thigh high boots. The puss-in-boots type laced up with four inch heels that Lucy paraded around in with no problem. She wore a chocolate box purple corset that pulled her already slim waist in and made her ample breasts look magnificent. However it was the lace opera gloves that Harry most admired, he always did have a thing about gloves.
Harry had opted for his tailored dinner suit again. He felt it had the right look for the night. Though Harry suggested and help promote and organise the night he was not working it. He wanted to enjoy it and maybe get some play.
As Harry drove them to the club they talked about who was supposed to be going. As Lucy was from the North there would not be many people she would know. However Harry knew just about everyone and intended to make sure that Lucy was not alone at any point in the evening.
The club was quiet when they arrived, Harry put Lucy’s kit in the office and found them the best seat for having a “good nose” as Lucy had put it.
The club soon started to fill up. Harry would give a little bow to each of the Dommes as they arrived, sometimes kissing their hand if presented to him. He introduced Miss Lucy to everyone and soon Lucy was chatting and getting to know some of the people she had talked to online.
The night was going well. Some couples were already playing and some of the single subs had started to offer services to the Dommes.
One sub caught Lucy’s eye and she called Harry over. “Who is that” she said gesturing to a rather shy looking sub.
“I think his name is Mark” said Harry
“Typical, someone you don’t know” Lucy laughed.
“Hold on a minute” Harry said and was off in the direction of the sub.
His name was Mark and he was 28 years old. His dark unruly curls falling about his boy like face made him very appealing. If you could get past his hair, he had baby blue eyes and dimples. He was very cute. He was also very shy and new to the lifestyle.
Harry’s brought Mark over and introduced him to Lucy. The three of them chatted for a short while but Harry soon felt he was in the way and so excused himself.
Harry wandered around chatting to people, making sure the Dommes were being looked after but he would also stop and chat to any subs who looked a bit lost or lonely.
As he talked to two shy subs Harry got a tap on his shoulder.
“Ok, you get your kit off, I want to flog a real man” Harry recognised her voice. It was Mistress Natalie. She was a Domme in her late thirties very experienced and a stunner. She was tall and with her shoes on she was taller than Harry. She had striking red hair and fiery green eyes. She was slender and very elegant. Harry had known her for a few years, but they had never played together. In fact they had never really talked just polite” hello, how are you” type of thing.
Harry blushed and Natalie loved it. “Come on ,your not shy are you.” She was very direct and Harry felt like running away.
“Err No….Miss, Im not shy” Harry stumbled over his words.
Natalie smiled the stern look in her face melted. “So do you want to play?” she asked this time softer and more of a request than an order.
”I would love to.” He replied “However can you give me a moment to check up on Miss Lucy who I have escorted tonight.” Natalie looked a little put out.
”Oh I am sorry Harry I did not know you where with someone”
”I'm not with her. She is the daughter of some friends. I am just keeping an eye on her” As Harry explained Natalie’s face lit up.
”Then hurry up my boy, I feel the need to be wicked”
Harry looked around for Lucy. “my boy” indeed, he thought to himself, no one would ever see him as a boy. Yet somehow he liked the way it had sounded.
Harry need not have worried as he approached Lucy she was just standing up sending Mark to get her kit.
”He is lovely Harry. Very cute, but a bit to much online crap in his head. He needs sorting out” Lucy smiled.
“Well I can think on no-one better than you to sort him out. If you are ok I would like to go play myself” Harry said
“You go and had fun” Lucy came back a little put out that he had not played with her earlier that day.
“I’m all yours Miss” Harry said as he approached MistressNatalie.
Natalie pointed to a bag on the floor and Harry picked it up and followed her over to the St Andrews cross in the centre of the room. Harry placed the bag down and took of his jacket tie and shirt. Natalie caught his eye and pointed to his trousers.
”Off” was all she said and Harry did as he was told, taking off his trousers and shoes. He stood before Mistress Natalie in just a black leather thong.
“Kneel” Mistress Natalie’s voice was cool and Harry lowered himself onto his knees lowering his eyes.
Mark had returned to Lucy with her kit. Lucy however was watching Harry and Natalie. She had watched the graceful way Harry had undressed the way he kept an eye on the Mistress and yet kept his eyes respectfully low.
“Sit down again Mark” Lucy said “there is plenty of time for us to play. Just watch Harry. You will learn more from him than I can ever teach you” Mark sat on the chair next to Lucy and then as he looked over to Harry kneeling in front of Mistress Natalie. He too lowered himself to his knees. Kneeling at Mistress Lucy’s feet Lucy tussled his hair to show she approved of his actions.
Natalie placed a black leather collar around Harry's neck and then took each of his wrists and attached leather cuffs. Harry kept his back straight his eyes lowered. His heart was pounding, for though he often played in the main dungeon he had never been displayed quiet so openly. Natalie was taking her time, she had picked the most prominent piece of equipment and she was enjoying every minute of it.
Natalie attached a heavy chained lead to the centre D-Ring on the collar and pulled Harry to his feet. She placed the loop on the end of the lead in Harry’s mouth and then she picked up an ankle cuff and indicated that Harry was to raise is foot so it could be attached.
Harry kept as straight as he could as he balanced on one foot. Mistress Natalie placed the ankle cuffs first onto his left and then his right ankle. He held the lead in his mouth he kept his eyes lowered and he tried desperately not to notice that quiet a few people had decided to watch.
Natalie walked around Harry admiring his body. He had always kept himself fit and it showed. He was slim but not skinny, he had excellent legs from his cycling and good muscle tone on his bottom and back. He no longer had a six pack, but his stomach was still slim. Harry could feel her eyes on him, she did not touch him, just took a long lingering look. As she moved to the front she took the lead out of his mouth and whispered into his ear.
“I like what I see boy” Her words were no more than a breath and he could feel them warm on his neck. Butterflies danced in his stomach, he felt his cheeks flush once more. He lowered his head a little, but with a very light jerk on the lead Harry regained the position he had taken. Straight back, head up but eyes lowered, arms by his side.
Natalie tugged on the lead and Harry moved into position on the cross. Mistress Natalie tied his arms high on the cross. She attached the ankle cuffs to the bottom of the cross leaving Harry was stretched but able to stand firmly on the ground.
She stroked Harry’s back and shoulders giving out a pleasing hmmmm then let her hand go down over his buttocks. “Nice” she said quietly to herself.
Harry took some long slow breaths, focusing inwardly, not wanting the fact he was very much on show to affect the play.
Natalie started with gentle strokes from a soft flogger. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh over his shoulders and upper back. Slow long strokes. Harry sighed and relaxed completely into the soft thud as it warmed his back and shoulder. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, the rhythm was slow and steady.
Over and over Mistress Natalie lifted the flogger and let it fall onto Harry. No effort, just letting the flogger do the work. She had never played with Harry before and needed to build it up to see what this handsome man could take.
Natalie had been watching Harry at the club for some time and she had really liked what she had seen. He was handsome, an elegant man and she had been attracted to him the first time she had seen him. However Natalie was never sure if Harry was owned. She had asked someone not long after she first noticed him if he was owned and they had said he was Mistress Anna’s and would always be.
Most nights Natalie had seen Harry he had been working and she had presumed that when he worked his Mistress did not attend. She had seen him play with others and this is why she had made her mind up that maybe the information she had been given about a Mistress Anna had not been right. She decided that tonight she would ask him to play.
As she put her coat into the cloakroom Natalie asked flora if Harry was collared. Flora had given a gentle smile as said “No but he would make someone a great sub don’t you think” Natalie had smiled back but had not answered.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh. Harry's back was now pink and warm. Mistress Natalie had kept the gentle rhythm going for over ten minutes. Then she lifted the flogger high and brought it powerfully down. Thwack. Harry felt the force and melted into the cross. Thwack thwack. Mistress Natalie had stepped up the power. Harry’s back and shoulders reddened and he felt the world around him fade away. All that was there was the heavy thud as the flogger hit, taking him deep into submission.
Over and over Mistress Natalie raised the flogger, bringing it down hard and accurate. She had paraded Harry as she had prepared him for play, but now as she concentrated on nothing more than bringing the flogger down, she thought of nothing but the now and the gentle boy she had watched for so long.
Harry leant against the cross allowing it to take his weight as the flogger landed over and over. Thwack, thwack, one shoulder then the other, the rhythm steady not faltering not breaking Harry's concentration.
Mistress Natalie laid the flogger over her shoulder and moved in close to Harry. She let her hand feel the warmth of Harry's back. Her body was touching his as she moved close to his ear.
”So my beautiful boy, you like the thud of the flogger” Harry gave an appreciative sigh and let his head move slightly toward the soft breath of Mistress Natalie. “I wonder what the boy thinks of the cane.” It was not a question, it was a statement to see his reaction. Mistress Natalie was experienced and she knew that many subs did not like the cane, many fearing it as a punishment tool. She was delighted when Harry's reaction was a gentle mmmm.
She took a dragon wood cane, dense hard wood and stared a rhythmic bounce on Harry’s bottom. Not to hard but firm enough for Harry to feel the glow building up nicely.
Harry kept his position as the cane raised and fell on his willing backside.
Lucy could not her eyes of him. Mistress Natalie was a good experienced player but it was Harry. His gentle movements, his willing surrender to the pain. He did not shout out or move hard against his restraints he melted into the play. Lucy was so engrossed that she almost forgot about Mark kneeling at her feet.
Lucy watched as Mistress Natalie slowed down the pace of the strokes but intensified their power. Hard slow heavy stokes, leaving raised welts on Harry’s bottom. Harry hardly moved only Lucy’s sharp eyes saw the slight raise in his elevation as he roses lightly onto his toes.
Mistress Natalie also noticed Harry’s movement and knew he was close to his limit. She did not want to break him. She wanted him in her power. She wanted others watching to see how good she was. Mistress Natalie was a good player but she was very much the exhibitionist and got off big time on an audience.
Lucy watched as Mistress Natalie slowed the pace right down. She moved in close to Harry her nails caressing his skin.
Harry sighed deeply. He was enjoying the play and the pain was delicious. However he had not been able to give himself up completely. Not only was it the first time he had played with Mistress Natalie but he was not comfortable with the audience she seemed to attract.
As she started to caress his skin with her nails Harry felt he had had enough but did not want to be the one to call stop. He had been concentrating on the pain and on submitting but now it was a sensual touch that had brought him back to the dungeon and the audience they had attracted.
Thankfully Mistress Natalie sensed his skin tense under her touch. At first she wondered about it then all her thoughts went to the audience. She did not want them to see that she was unsure so she moved in very close to Harry and whispered in his ear.
“I think you have had enough” Harry just let his head fall slightly forward and he whispered.
“Thank you”
Lucy could see as soon as Mistress Natalie moved in close to Harry that he tensed up. She was just about to stand up and although she had no idea what Natalie intended to do she would never interfere in other peoples play unless it was dangerous. However for some reason Lucy felt very protective toward Harry. It seemed so strange as Harry was old enough to be her dad yet she wanted to take him in her arms and hold him close.
As Mistress Natalie untied Harry. Lucy turned to Mark.
“He is a very elegant submissive, would you like to play Mark?”
Mark looked up at Lucy like a puppy waiting for a treat. He had enjoyed watching the play but he did not understand what Lucy had said about the old sub, all he could see was Mistress Natalie.
Lucy’s play with Mark was a disappointment. He had learnt nothing from watching Harry. He kept trying to lead the play.
“Why don’t you use a cane, I like canes?” or” I can take harder?”
Lucy had cut short the play and was glad when the evening was over and she was alone in the car with Harry.
“You had a good play with Natalie” Lucy said.
”She is very good” Harry agreed, yet Lucy could tell that Harry was not as happy with the play as Natalie had been.
Once back at home Harry made them both coffee and hot buttered toast. They sat on the floor enjoying the late night snack.
“What was Anna’s favourite toy Harry” Lucy asked Harry’s face went calm and a smile spread across his face.
“Anything she could lay her hands on” He laughed. Lucy laughed with a questioning look on her face.
“Anna was a demon in the kitchen and I don’t mean cooking. Wooden spoons, we went though dozens of them a year as she kept breaking them over my bottom. Spatula’s, wet tea towels, have you ever been walloped with a wet tea towel?” They both laughed and Harry continued talking about his beloved Anna. It was getting light by the time they both went to bed.
Harry was up first the next morning. He was never one for sleeping in, however Lucy did not appear down the stairs until after lunch.
Harry was in the kitchen, he already had bacon grilling as he had heard Lucy getting up.
As Lucy came into the kitchen Harry handed her a mug of hot coffee.
“Oh Harry you really are a darling” Lucy let out a stifled yawn. As she sipped her coffee. She put the mug down and went over and looked out of the window.
“I really don’t know how you do it Harry. I’m knackered”
“You young ones just don’t have the stamina” Harry cheekily replies.
Lucy picked up the tea towel and with deadly accuracy let a swift flick hit Harry’s bottom.
Both of them roared with laughing. Harry grabbing Lucy by the waist and tried to get the tea-towel off her.
“Oh no you don’t Harry, this youngster has enough stamina to give you a good thrashing” She escaped and flicked Harry once more. Harry ran out of the kitchen with Lucy and the tea towel in pursuit. Harry fell on to the sofa and Lucy let out a rain of flicks with the tea towel as Harry giggled like a schoolboy. As each flick hit it stung like crazy.
“Not such a graceful subbie today are you” Lucy teased
“Please forgive this unworthy old man” Harry came back at her.
Lucy stumbled and ended up next to Harry half on the sofa, half on the floor. They were both laughing as Harry managed to finally wrestle the tea towel off Lucy.
“Enough Harry” Lucy’s voice had all the authority of the Mistress that she was and Harry was stopped in his tracks.
“Yes Mistress” He said shyly looking into the beautiful young face.
Lucy kissed Harry, first of all just a gentle kiss, then as Harry responded they embraced with a long and passionate kiss.
It was only the smell of burning bacon that stops them from making love there and then.
Later that afternoon Lucy asked Harry if he would be happy to wear her collar. Not a formal collaring she had said. Just say you will be mine and give it a go.
“Harry I know I am younger than you. I know that this may not last forever but I feel so alive when I look at you. You excite me in a way that no man has ever done. I want to take you not only as a submissive but as a lover and a partner.”
Harry looked at Lucy, She was young and beautiful yet she had something that he had not seen in a woman for a long time. Not since his Anna. He saw a natural dominance that was not forced or played upon. The natural dominance that would be there always.
He smiled and shook his head.
“I am old enough to..” Lucy’s finger gently stopped him and she once more took over the conversation.
“And I am young enough to be your daughter. If you think you could not submit to me then say so. I don’t want sex and fun without a commitment. Come on Harry give me an answer I have to go home tonight and I would love to be going knowing that you will be here waiting for me to return.”
Harry laughed out loud. “Yes I can think of no one else I would rather submit to than you Mistress Lucy”
They embraced, Lucy holding Harry close to her. Harry still laughing said ”Oh heck you can tell your father. I don’t want a shotgun pointed at me”
Lucy answered “They will be pleased as punch I have found someone like you to look after me Harry. What do you think Anna would have thought about us?”
Harry went quiet and thought. Lucy was worried for the first time she suspected that she had made a mistake. However after just a few moments a gentle warm smile came across Harry’s face.
”She would be absolutely delighted for us” Harry knew that to be true and Lucy echoed Harry’s smile.

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