Lord Malcolm Bailey was rich and eccentric nothing more sinister. He liked to have naked girls serving at his dinner parties. Some of them served a little more than canapes. They were all well paid for their efforts and noone was exploited. However an overzealous radio expose left him in ruins.. The architect of that expose - none other than Angela Carter. For her it was finest hour. It got her more column inches than the Hollywood glitterati for a while. If only those tabloid hacks could see her now. Naked and on fours getting roughly rutted by yours truly while sucking on a dildo which was strapped onto Belinda.
After her whipping at our hands she began to be able to endure more pain without passing out as quickly. I strapped her to a pole and threatened to cut a different bit of her out each time she passed out. She lost a finger pretty early but learned incredible self control after that.
For the next few days I used as my own personal sex slave. She didn't even need the restaints now. I kept her on a long leash attached to a shiny red collar with the words Radio Bitch on it. My favourite day was when i had her and Belinda tied to each other hanging from a chain. I allowed belinda the courtesy of being the right way up with her face at radio Bitches pussy while Raido Bitch herself was upside down with her face at Belinas snatch. I had fun fucking each of them time in their different holes while watching them licking each pussies.
Now it was time to move on and make the Bitch attone for another of her sins. Having been naked for the week that she had been with me she got quite excited when I gave her a tight black and red lace up basque to put on with sheer black stockings and red high heels. She was even more elated to learn that we were going on a litle drive, perhaps thinking that, either someone would recognise her or she could make her escape. The someone recognising her wasn't really a problem as she had not been reported missing yet. Her colleagues and relatives, she did't really have any friends, just assumed that she had done another her famous going abroad in a strop acts. For the chance that she may escape I had belinda sat behind her in the back seat holding onto the leash which wasattached the collar that was well hidden by a red head scarf. She was relatively relaxed given her predicament. Until she realised where we wereheaded that is.
I could feel her stiffen as we pulled on to the long drive of Bailey Hall. "No please no"
"Lord bailey wanted one last party but since your expose he hasnt been able to find any girls to serve his guests. So guess whos stepping into the breach". As we pulled out to the manor a distinguished gentleman was waiting outside to greet us. Radio Bitch wanted to run but there was nowhere to go and besides belinda had a tight hold on her chain. The man whistled as Belinda pulled out the woman dressed only in a basque and stockings. "Lord Bailey" I said "Meet radio Bitch - tonights entertainment"