Miss Elizabeth's Captive by Chris Bellows

Author:Chris Bellows [Bellows, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Publications
Published: 2004-02-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Well, dear reader, despite the walk home, there was more to think about than my mind could assimilate in ten blocks.

I arose early Monday morning with Little Sam trying to escape his bonds. Plastic can so easily be cut, I thought to myself. But such action would end my employment at MacDonald Bear. And employment on Wall Street is not easy to find. And the videotape was so precariously close to being mailed, threatening to begin the process of termination by reason of moral turpitude, that I dared not snip away.

Stories I had heard of the old Wall Street came to mind. Twenty years ago, had the recording been of me frolicking with a young female, I would be the hero of the trading desk. My fellow bankers would frown, perhaps assigning me to the more liberal minded clients for a time, but for sure it would not be cause for termination.

Wrong era, wrong gender, I admonished myself with an all too casual mental shrug. Jamie’s tiny penis for sure would be highlighted in any recording intended for blackmail.

My personal balance sheet sucked; a banker’s euphemism for poverty. Untimely purchases of MacDonald Bear stock in good times, utilizing borrowed funds, left me with high debt service, low stock value, and limited cash flow with which to pay the loans in bad times. And worse, much of the borrowing was from MacDonald Bear. Thus I needed my job.

I did things personally that I would not advise a client to do, using presumptive current cash flow, which diminished, to wager that future cash flow would be better. Not a good hedge.

For two days, work drew my attention away from my predicament...for a while. But the CB-2000 did not allow me to use a urinal. And so with every bathroom visit I had to squat. Time consuming and thought provoking, it reminded me on every trip that a rather dominant female and her altered major domo held the key to Little Sam’s emancipation.

By Wednesday, my libido had built to the point that an early morning visit to the bathroom was needed to cool Little Sam and convince him that continued attempts to escape would be painful. And the skin about my scrotum where the large ring held the cock cage felt as if it was afire.

Thus, on late Wednesday morning, I called Liz’s home...‘Miss Elizabeth’, I cautiously reminded myself.

“Stop over after office hours, Sam. I’ll be attending a matinee and having cocktails with friends. Dinner will be served late, so Jamie will have some time for you. You know where the closet is in the foyer. I will instruct Jamie to have the cuffs waiting there. It will be quicker if you put them on yourself.”

“Thank you, Miss Elizabeth,” I dutifully concluded.

And so the first of many interim visits was arranged. I arrived in the foyer, stripped, wrapped wrists and ankles in the firm fur lined strips of leather and rang the doorbell. The first midweek visit was typical of the many subsequent encounters.

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