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earth she was meant to do with it, and then as he thrust his hips forward slightly, she realised. Stepping down from the bed she strapped the collar-like end round his erection just beneath the swollen glans and then grasping the other end in her hand, tugged lightly on it, leading him round the room as she would a horse.
    He was breathing heavily now, and after a moment Sandra raised the leather-plaited whip and brought it down in a swift stinging blow across his shoulders. He groaned with excitement and reached blindly for her, his heavy arms making contact so that he was able to pull her towards him. Then his face was nuzzling desperately at her exposed breasts and she felt his tongue sweeping upwards until it located a nipple. Once it was found he drew it into his mouth and sucked, gently at first but with increasing pressure, and Sandra grew damp against the thongs between her thighs.
    His teeth grazed the nipple in his excitement and she knew that he must be stopped – that was what he would expect, even though she really wanted him to continue. ‘How dare you?’ she demanded, flicking the whip at him and pushing him off with all her strength.
    ‘Let me! Let me!’ he choked, lunging forward again, but she stepped backwards and tugged on the strap attached to his penis, pulling it down from where it was resting against his lower belly.
    ‘Aah!’ sighed the Lord of Leyton Hall in blissful satisfaction.
    Sandra’s own body was beginning to throb with sexual desire. She loved this as much as the men did and just wished that her satisfaction counted for more, although at the end it was always worth the wait. Still leading her prisoner by the leash she moved towards the bed and lay on her back. ‘You may use your mouth on me,’ she said crisply, ‘but only your mouth. If you use anything else you’ll be punished again. Is that clear?’
    ‘Quite clear,’ agreed James, delighted at the girl’s understanding of the complexities of the game, and then he was using his tongue on her outspread legs, working slowly up the inner calves and around the backs of her knees. Finally he managed to crouch awkwardly on the bed so that he was able to lick and suck at the tender creases of her inner thighs.
    Sandra’s body started to tremble. He was better than Richard had been, more subtle, and she felt herself swelling with excitement, but then one of his hands tried to push at the straps covering her sex and she hastily brought the whip down over his back. ‘No hands!’ she reminded him.
    ‘But I can’t reach you!’ protested her employer.
    ‘Later,’ she assured him, and reluctantly he moved on up her body until eventually every available inch of flesh was damp from his skilful ministrations. When his tongue swirled inside her ear she could hardly stand the waiting any longer herself.
    ‘Hands as well,’ she conceded and at once his large hands were moving blindly over her, cupping her heavy breasts and at the same time he moved further up the bed until he was able to angle his painfully hard penis between them and then he started to massage her breasts against his erection, almost sobbing with excitement.
    Sandra’s breasts were tight and tingling and she could feel the leather straps between her legs growing more and more damp. She desperately longed to be touched there, to have the straps pushed aside and feel her employer’s clever tongue against her straining flesh. But that wasn’t part of the rules.
    Lord Corbett-Wynne was rapidly approaching the point of no return. The tip of his penis was throbbing and his testicles felt tight in their leather pouch. Just before he passed that point Sandra pulled unexpectedly on the leash, jerking his manhood upwards and away from the stimulation of her magnificent breasts.
    ‘No!’ he shouted furiously. ‘I was ready then.’
    ‘Well, I wasn’t,’ said Sandra coolly, relishing her role and aware that if she could dominate him even more than he’d expected she