I sat in the lounge and waited. I'd said seven-thirty sharp and I didn't expect her to be late.

Seven twenty-nine the doorbell rang. I smiled.

I ushered her into the lounge and offered her a drink. She declined, politely, looking nervous. She had good reason.

I studied her a bit as I let her sweat. She'd arrived dressed casually; a tee and snug jeans. Her long blonde hair pulled back into a careless ponytail, wisps of stray hair hanging down.

"I know about you and Mrs Milloforte," I delivered. It hit her hard, but she bluffed. I didn't blame her. I would have too.

"Mrs Milloforte? What do you mean, Sadie?"

I handed her the pictures. I was pretty pleased with them. The faces were clear. As were the toys. The satin sheets. They'd had a good time.

"I'm staggered at your bravery," I complimented, "Or should that be appalled at your stupidity?"

She shuffled through them. Grimaced, then looked up at me, "How much?"

"You can't afford these," I'd countered. "Mr Milloforte is a very jealous man. Much richer than you too. If it were a question of money I'd have sold them to him."

"What do you want?"

"You, my dear," I smiled my sweetest smile for her.

"I don't understand."

"Let me explain your options. You can do exactly as I say. In which case these photos never reach Mr Milloforte.
You can leave here and run. I don't know how far you'd get. But Mr Milloforte has a long reach. I suppose if you set up a shack in the deepest part of the Amazon basin, or joined the Shaolin monks or the French Foreign Legion... you may have a few years before he caught up with you.
You could try to kill me. You may succeed. But upon the event of my untimely death, you may have guessed this bit, those pictures are handed to Mr Milloforte.
Conceivably you could try to kill Mr Milloforte. But that's the most outlandish idea. Besides his associates would probably have something to say about that.
So which is it?"

She starts to cry. Understandable, but I have no time for it. She's hooked and on the line. I just have to get her into the landing net.

"Stop crying. There is no sympathy here. If you chose to have an affair with the wife of a man known for skinning people alive... Are you going to do as I say?"

She gets a grip and nods at me.

I hand her the bag and give her the list. I instruct her to read it. Her eyes get wider as she does.

"I can't do all this."

"You can, and will. Or the pictures go to..."

"Please don't do this."

"Get out. I'll see you tonight. Eight o'clock or I make a call."

She took the bag and scurried out. I grinned as the door closed.

oOo

I sat in the carpark and waited. It was five to eight, she'd be here soon. I saw her in my mirror first. Her Volvo swung into the carpark. She drove up to the side with the view as instructed.

I looked around. The place was deserted. No reason for her to delay.

She got out of the car. She glistened in the sun. What can I say? I've such a ladyboner for latex. Her hair looked amazing cut so short. She walked away to the beach. She dumped the clothes and walked back up to my car. The ring in her septum caught the sunlight. She looked beautiful. I got out to greet her.

"All done?" I asked.

"Yes, Mistress." Internally I squeed at her obedience. I kept my face straight though.

"You quit your job?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Suicide note?"

"At home on my bed, Mistress"

"My instructions?" The only thing connecting her to me.

"Still in this bag, Mistress."

"The nose ring looks wonderful. How are the other piercings?"

"Extremely sore, Mistress." She looked resigned. Defeated. I felt elated. I'd pulled it off.

"You've left no clues? No one is coming looking for you?"

"No, Mistress."

"Convince me, slave." There, I'd called her slave. It hit home too. She knows what I have planned for her. Or at least thinks she does.

"Mistress, if Stephano found out he'd not just kill me. He'd kill Joanne too. He's insane. Joanne would leave him if she could. But she dares not. Me being dead saves her. I love her. I don't want anything to happen to her. I've done as you ordered, Mistress."

I walked up to her and lifted the collar to her throat. I squeezed it shut. She flinched when it clicked.

Get in the boot of my car, slave. Time we were going home.

"Yes, Mistress," she acknowledged. She lifted the back hatch and saw the cage. A twitch of an eyebrow betrayed her emotion. Defeated she crawled in.

I shut and locked the cage and then shut the boot hatch. I looked around. Still, no one to be seen. I had her. She was mine. My own personal sex slave. Fuck! I was going to have so much fun with her.