| STORY DESCRIPTION It was an amicable split, my divorce, she got the house, the bank account, the car, and I got the euro millions win she did not know about.
We did split as friends, good friends in fact, so much so that I got her tickets to see an artist I looked after, with a back stage pass.
This story is about what she got me for my birthday.
I had been to see a dominatrix, not mentioned in the divorce, but two female acquaintances were.
She organised for me to be kidnapped by her sister. I had not met her, so it came as a surprise when she took me.
She ran a Private Investigations office for females, so I had to be female, to be her 'Girl Friday' receptionist.
She worked with a friend who liked sex, thankfully for me, because I do, and we hit it off. She enjoyed multiple orgasms, which kept her happy.
Local Mistresses had a game they played, 'Steal the Slave', and if kept for one week then they got to keep any fees - for a month, that slave would normally pay. It was not for the casual slave or submissive. The original Mistress had, as I said, one week, seven days, to find and free their slave - good fun.
This story is about those adventures, as the French Mistresses tried to take me - rather, my Mistress, Miss Frazer (not her real name) traced me and freed me from their grip. It took place in her adopted town in southern France.
You will be introduced to Miss Ruler, a Victorian style governess who taught me to touch type in two days. A ruler on the knuckles is a very effective teaching tool. I should also say, I spent eight hours on the type writer each of those days.
My duties involved the reception - keeping Miss Alcock sated with her orgasms - in my accommodation, my cage - and avoiding being kidnapped, which I was not very good at. To be good at two out of three, isn't that bad, is it?
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