The perils of angel (private)

[Sir_G]

Richard Black was well known about town. Not only because he was one of the most successful business men in town but also for his charitable work. He regularly donated large sums to various charities and even found time to do some volunteer work with the disabled.

What nobody, apart from his sexual partners knew, was that he lived his private life as a Dominant. Dominating women who desired to submit sexually to a mentally strong dominant man. He was between partners at the moment, a situation that suited him for the time being. It allowed him to focus on a large business deal that was worth several million dollars to him if all went according to plan.

He stood six feet two inches tall, and was physically fit and strong. At forty years of age he dressed impeccably well and had a keen sense of fashion. He of course had the means to buy anything he wanted and furnished his home with leather and mahogany, everything was as perfect as he could make it.

Having all this meant that he required a live in house maid to clean and prepare the odd meal, that sort of thing, the girl he had recently engaged to fulfill that task was proving herself to be very capable and quite attractive. His previous housekeeper was brilliant, respected his privacy and was the soul of discretion when it came to his BDSM activities. He even trusted her to clean the dungeon which she did without a word. She had moved to England to take up a position he had recommended her for to be closer to her family.

His new maid just happened to be the niece of a friend who needed a job desperately. He remembered the interview which was more of a formality than an interview and the phone call when he rang to tell her she had the job. She sounded quite excited and moved into the estate the next day.

It had been several weeks since she started and things were going well. She was only in her mid twenties and he didn't want her freaking out about the dungeon so he had instructed her that under no circumstances was she to enter through the door. He also kept it locked to discourage her from exploring.

He was just on his way out for the day and had opened the door to the Porsche when he realised he had forgotten his PDA.

"Damn" he muttered under his breath and started back towards the house.

He remembered putting it down when he had been in the dungeon just before he he was about to leave and he made his way to retrieve it. The dungeon door was slightly ajar. He cursed his apparent lack of attention to detail for failing to lock it.

"Richard you are getting forgetful." He muttered to himself as he walked down the steps.

He entered the dungeon proper and hit the lights flooding the room with light and too his suprise there was Angela his maid with one of his favourite crops in hand.

"Just what the bloody hell are you doing in here girl" he roared.....

[slaveangel{HM}]

I squint as light floods into the darkened room. Shielding my eyes I hear Richard’s voice. I shiver, never hearing him sound so angry before. His voice sounding more ominous as it rebounded along the walls of the room.

I stand there transfixed, his eyes, so cold and dark, flashing with anger. I watch him gaze downwards, I realise I am still holding one of his crops. I take my time, trying to settle my nerves, putting it back in place. I shut the cabinet door, with an audible click

He stands there saying nothing. Waiting for me to speak, his arms folded across his chest, expression cold. I am stunned in silence, my mind ticking furiously over, wondering how I could get myself out of this mess.

The room was forbidden, he told me so when I first arrived, and I still trespassed. I trembled as his eyes watched my every move. A part of me wanted to run out of there, never returning in shame, but another part of me wanted to stay. Those dormant feelings were slowly seeping through my being like an addictive drug, teasing and taunting me, wanting to be released.

I wanted to tell him everything, but in my fear of reprimand I stayed still. My job was at stake here, what if he instantly dismissed me and I never returned? Not only would I be out of a job but also this room and what it possessed would never be available to me again. Ah silly girl, what would make me think that he would ever enlighten me on such things?

I look to Richard, with stark fear in my eyes; I close them briefly trying to compose myself in the best way I can. "Richard I am sorry…" Is all I could muster weakly, as my mind is left reeling.