The meeting had gone extremely well and Richard felt pleased. All that needed to be done on that front was the bank transfer and he would be five million dollars the richer. Real estate deals were very lucrative in today’s economic climate and he was sharp when it came to playing one company against another. The way he was feeling it would be difficult to maintain an angry exterior when he got home to Angela especially if she had carried out her tasks.

He pulled into the estate and parked the Porsche in the garage, as he approached the front door he caught a whiff of what smelled like a roast wafting on the wind and his stomach reminded him it was empty. He loved a good roast and if the smell was anything to go by this one smelled awfully good. He heard a scream, alarmed he sprinted up the path turned the key in the lock and entered the house.

He ran into the dining room to see Angela kneeling beside his chair naked. He composed himself and wondered if he was hearing things. The roast meal she had prepared was on the table and steaming and his stomach again reminded him he was hungry. He noted with a small amount of annoyance that she had chilled the Shiraz that was supposed to be served at room temperature but she would learn these things in due time. He was pleased and couldn’t help but smile a little.

The table was set for one as it should be but he decided then and there she would share in the meal. She would sit on the floor next to him and eat though and share a glass of wine with him. They would then retire to the dungeon and she would learn about the true meaning of pain and pleasure.

“Stand up for me Angela and show me your pretty tail and let me hear that bell ring.” He said softly piercing her with a gentle yet commanding gaze. “Then go and get a plate and wine glass for your self, you will eat sitting next to me on the floor.”…….