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Dolly had kept her collar on of course and the nightdress I’d given her covered her body more than adequately. It was another charity shop item, bought by Annette and designed for someone much larger than either women evidently. That had been one of my reasons for giving it to her, to Dolly that is. Because of it’s size I thought I’d get into it with her without her waking. Silly I know but then sometimes I do have these fantasies.

She made a series of little noises when I cuddled up against her and did my best to manoeuvre my stiffness in between her legs but there was too much nightdress in the way.

It took me all of five minutes to find the damned hem and pull it up enough to get my hands underneath it then another five minutes to get my erection back to full strength. What was Annette doing all this time I wondered. If nothing else I hoped she’d be enjoying herself. At least there’d been no messages from her when I checked the answerphone downstairs and no texts buzzing into my mobile either.

Now Dolly……

Dolly made a small whimpering noise when I fingered her crotch. Whether deliberate or not I could not tell but she lay in such a way as to be entirely available to me.

Her pussy was unbelievably wet, lubricated with a subtle succulence and startling viscosity. Undoubtedly, I thought, she was more than ready for fucking.

It occurred to me as I pushed a finger into her gently that what I felt was the remnants of cum I’d deposited earlier. It must have been, there was no other explanation.

So we must have screwed out there in the woods like she’d told me, must have even if I had no memory of it.

“Yerrrrrr!” she enunced softly, the sound reminding me of the noise a small animal might make when it needed to suckle its mother.

Or be sheltered and secured by her.

“Yerrrrrrr”

Talk about Viagra! That sound I can assure you had the exact opposite effect! While she lay defencelessly, vulnerable and waiting for me to do whatever I wanted my erection shrivelled and died as if it had never been.

“Yerrrrrrr……!”

“Its alright!” I whispered to the back of her head. “Don’t worry. It’s only me……”

………………

I awoke later, in the early hours, disorientated at first, with my left arm numb. She’d rolled into a tight ball very much like a hedgehog might make, except she lay on her side and she made a soft, dribbling noise when I pulled my arm out from under her.

Disorientated in my own house! Then it all came back to me of course, slowly as I readjusted my position and my thoughts about her. Now I felt no desire for her whatsoever, at least none I’d have recognised as sexual. If I felt anything at all towards her it was perhaps curiosity tinged with a little sadness. I’d missed my chance I knew, messed it up good and proper, called into question the very concept of slave and master. In turn she’d fooled me, somehow, out there in the forest, a forest I couldn’t recall even knowing about until I’d taken her there yesterday. We’d made love there apparently but, having no memory of it, I thought otherwise without being able to explain the after sex feeling I’d had. Then last night somehow she’d eluded me again.

I turned, beginning to doubt myself if more ways than one, lay on my back for a while and thought about Annette and what she might be experiencing.

………………

I suppose I dozed, must have because when I opened my eyes again daylight showed from around the curtains and it was seven forty five according to the clock.

Somewhere outside some bird or other sang cheerily, the same phrase over and over again.

Infuriatingly! Sunday! It is Sunday!

Beside me Dolly wriggled and stretched, a stick with spiky, unappealing appendages exuding an oozy sort of aroma which I half remembered from somewhere.

The situation was familiar, only the person and her aroma differed. Familiar in that, at this point on a Sunday morning one or other of us would get up and make a pot of tea.

The situation was also unfamiliar because as we lay there side by side I remained more than a little confused.

Slave and master we were supposed to be and yet I had not mastered her nor had she submitted to me.

Perhaps we……

“Gosh I slept everso well!” Dolly said brightly and with a suddenness which startled me.

“This is a lovely bed!” she went on, in the same exuberant manner.

The nightdress looked ridiculous on her, like a tent, a marquee even, when she sat up. A circus tent with her bony body as the pole at the centre of it.

And me as the clown who’d run around it futilely looking for the entrance.

“A lovely bed……!” Dolly repeated dreamily.

When she sat up she was not much bigger than she had been when she was lying down. With a claw like hand she patted the duvet in front of her.

“Can I……” she enquired “stay here all day?”

It was a ridiculous, surreal situation and I felt completely flummoxed by it. If the truth was known I wanted nothing more than for her to take herself off back to Hotbitch’s house in a taxi as soon as……”

“Please?” she asked gazing stupidly at me. “And do you think I could take this thing off?”

Then without waiting to hear my reply she tugged and wriggled and somehow got herself out of the nightdress in what seemed to be no more than three or four seconds and I found myself looking at her finely sculpted shoulders, pencil shaded collar bones and her miniscule, sharply nippled tits.

“Is it too big for you?” I asked lamely as the crumpled cotton tumbled emptily over the side of the bed.

Dolly laughed shortly.

“Too big by about ten sizes as well as being uncomfortable!”

The collar around her neck suggested immediate strangulation, her attitude hinted at a sharp smacking but her tiny tits demanded, unmistakably, attention.

“Its at times like this” I said, feeling suddenly bolder “when I feel a bit of chastisement might be in order.

Dolly quivered visibly.

Her nipples grew even harder.

“If only for insubordination and nothing else” I said.

“I knew you’d get around to hitting me sooner or later” Dolly said slowly and distinctly. “Everyone does in the end……”

I felt disinclined to argue with her, disinclined to do anything at all with her really. But, as a slave she had been rather disobedient.

“Do they?” I asked.

Dolly nodded.

“Always……”

“Why do you think that is?”

“My mistress tells me it is because of my body”

“Not your attitude?”

“N……no. Well yes……!”

I stopped there. Already I found myself in deep water, out of my depth in fact in an area of sexuality I was unfamiliar with. The damn girl was so thin and insubstantial that even the lightest blow would break her like a china doll. Anyway, what the hell did one beat any woman with? If I spanked her I’d more than likely injure my hands whereas if I punished her with anything else, a garden cane for instance then dammitall what if……

As a slave Annette had never given me any indication of her need to be punished physically. Her needs, indeed our needs, were nothing like that. Dolly on the other hand had come to me expecting to be beaten and expecting to be raped too, as she’d said.

And I hadn’t a clue what to do about it.

Except ask. Ask the girl directly! That was the best thing to do with her!

“Doesn’t Hotb……doesn’t your Mistress ever feed you?” I began. It felt as good a place as any to start.

“I get scraps from the table after she’s eaten” Dolly said “And sometimes a biscuit if I am extra good. A whole one. A digestive……”

“Is that all?” I asked.

Dolly shook her head.

“She gives me plenty of water to drink in my bowl in the garden. Plenty of water when she wants me to pee so she can punish me……”

“Ah!”

Now we were getting to it.

“Punish you?” I asked.

Dolly gazed at me innocently.

“You know, sting me with a cane when I do something without her permission……”

“A cane?”

“And sometimes with a strap……”

“A……a strap?”

Now I was really getting some ideas.

“It’s a belt off an overcoat really” Dolly told me “But she gets it right when she uses it and it don’t half hurt!”

She was so matter of fact about it that I very nearly laughed. A belt off a coat. A bamboo cane. I’d have no trouble finding either of them.

“But why would she want to punish you anyway?” I pursued relentlessly, eager to add to my growing store of ideas.

“Because I am naughty I suppose” Dolly told me “Rebellious like she says. I disobey her!”

“How?” I demanded. “Give me an instance”

Dolly looked at me strangely, as if she didn’t believe I didn’t already know the answers to my questions.

“Last time it was because I started my period without asking her first” she murmured quietly “and the time before that I……”

It was quite preposterous suddenly.

“She beat you for coming on?” I asked.

“If that’s what you call it, yes!”

I didn’t know quite what to say.

“Now you are going to beat me because of my answers……”

“No I’m not!”

“But you are! Or because I fell asleep in your bed without fucking”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to beat you”

“But you must!”

“Why? You haven’t done anything wrong. And even if you had I wouldn’t……”

“Look!” Dolly said quietly, shoving back the duvet on the bed.

There was an unmistakable stain in the sheet, the lurid evidence of an accident which I had not seen for some time, the sign of a menstruating woman without the means with which to keep herself clean.

“Dammit Dolly why didn’t you tell me?” I said stupidly.

“I thought you’d know” she said.

………………

A text message came a little while later, right in the middle of me trying to remember whether to use hot or cold water for blood.

“See you at six” the message said while I wondered dismally about the sheet.

Dolly ate with her hands and burned herself with bacon and eggs. Apparently she’d never encountered hot food before……

I got an old towel and folded several times for her to sit on but she crouched on the floor and dripped copiously.

“Mistress says I am not allowed to sit at a table……”

I set a bowl of cornflakes down in front of her and she put her face right it. New cornflakes, straight from the box with full cream milk not somebody else’s leftover waste.

“Mistress will punish me terribly you know” she said when she’d finished.

I didn’t know why so I asked.

“When I am returned to her without weals and bruises!” poor bony little Dolly said.

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