Chapter 10. Mary in charge
Tuesday morning Mary was discharged but waited with Vernon until Mrs. Harris
came in the afternoon. She felt much better but still easily tired. "I'll try
and get in to see you tomorrow," she said as she kissed him as she left.
"Use the Rangerover," Vernon said, "You're going to have to learn to drive it
because it will be a while before I can."
"I've never driven a big car but I'll try not to wreck it for you on these
roads!" she laughed.
The cottage seemed very empty with only her in it but she was used to living
alone and got on with doing the chores and getting something to eat. Sleeping
alone in the big bed, seemed strange. Sonja hadn't made it before leaving so
Mary straightened the sheets and puffed up the pillows. In doing so she came
across the book Vernon had made her read. She put it back under the pillow.
Later when she turned in for the night she took the book out again and began to
read it from the beginning. It aroused her and she spend some time masturbating
before finally turning out the light.
Driving the Rangerover made her feel great. She quickly acclimatised to driving
the larger car and noticed how often drivers of small cars gave way to her on
the narrow roads. "Don't know if it's the big car or the fact there is a big
woman driving it," she remarked to Vernon on her Thursday visit.
"It's the way you scare them," Vernon laughed, "Now do you want the good news?"
"They are going to let you go?"
"Yes, tomorrow if there are no more complications. I shall have crutches but
they started me on them yesterday and I'll need a wheelchair."
"I'll look after you," she said with a kiss.
"Brrrr, Brrrr, Brrr. The bedside phone rang. One of the perks of having a
private room. It was Sonja. On finding out he might be back in the cottage for
the weekend, she asked if she could come up. "I'll have to ask Mary, she's in
charge of me now but we had better wait until I actually get out. Ring me at the
cottage tomorrow."
"How do you feel about Sonja coming up for the weekend?" Vernon asked Mary. She
gave the thumbs down sign. "We'll talk about it when and if I get out."
"Vern? Could you let me have some money please? The car is low on petrol and
I've spent nearly all the £60 you gave me before we left and I ......."
"You still have some left from the fare money? I thought you might have bought
clothes or something with any spare. Sorry, with everything else that happened I
just didn't think about you having to buy things." He opened his wallet only two
£20 notes left. He gave them to her. "That won't be enough to fill the
Rangerover with diesel - not petrol," he emphasised diesel, "You better take
this card and use a hole in the wall and take out a couple of hundred." He gave
her the PIN number to use.
"You must trust me more than you did a couple of weeks ago. I could clean out
your account and do a runner with the car!" She said it seriously and then
laughed, "But I won't."
"I had to trust you with my life, I can surely trust you with a credit card. Now
what about Sonja? You don't like her?"
"Looking back, it was she who spoilt everything, she who really made me angry
with you by what she did. If we had been on speaking terms you wouldn't have
blindly walked to the edge of he river and ......."
"I don't think you can honestly blame Sonja for that any more than you can blame
the rain for coming down and the river being swollen. No, I think it was perhaps
you didn't like her being your mistress and her making you do something you
thought obnoxious. Would you have accepted it if I had required it as part of
your slave girl training?"
"Maybe. Is that what you wanted? A toilet slave?"
"You've been reading my books." Mary admitted she had. "Mary, did you find he
taste of my pee very offensive? I cannot say I liked the taste of yours but it
wasn't particularly offensive."
"I suppose it wasn't that bad but perhaps it was just that she whipped my tits
and forced me to do it. Had you done it before with other women?"
"No, but I had read about it and wanted to show you that if could be done. I
didn't think you were ready to go as far as that but thought I might have tried
it on a more limited scale later. Sonja hadn't done it either and so I gave her
more than you."
"Vern, if you order me as your slave to do it again, I'll do it but promise me
that you won't make me become a full toilet slave. You know eat chocolate
eclairs as the book called them. I couldn't do that without being very sick."
"That has always seemed very repulsive to me too so I can promise you that. Do
you still want to be a slave girl when we get back to the cottage?"
Without hesitation Mary answered, "Yes."
"Why? I'll willingly give you your freedom, I told you that. And I will
willingly take you to my bed."
"It wouldn't be the same. I would have the right to choose whether or not I did
what you asked. Now I feel I have to do it regardless and by doing so I have
learned a lot and done things I would have utterly refused - and enjoyed them -
and I think pleased you too. Vernon, I think I love you."
Vernon kissed her. "I think I love you too but I have said that to so many girls
when really all I meant was I love to fuck you so I am hesitant especially after
Sunday when it might be that I am just overly grateful for what you did. Shall
we just see what develops? After all we haven't known each other very long."
Sylvia phoned during the evening. The Eastern Daily Times had got hold of the
story and published it. Since then she had received many phone calls wanting the
contact numbers for Vernon and Mary "and I didn't even know you went away with
him," she said to Mary, "Perhaps it was a good job he wasn't walking alone as he
often does when he is up there." Fortunately the cottage was an ex-directory
phone number and she had refused to let the press have it. They discussed
Vernon's condition for a while and Mary said she would drive him back to Suffolk
as soon as he was discharged and fit to travel.
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With the passenger seat pushed well back, Vernon could keep his leg stretched
out fully in reasonable comfort. It ached badly but he was loathe to take too
many painkillers. By his side were a pair of hospital crutches and in the back a
wheelchair on loan. He was told to return it when he left the area. It was with
some reluctance the hospital discharged him but finally agreed but they insisted
he return if there was any undue pain and that he must report to the West
Suffolk Hospital on his return home.
They arrived at the cottage around midday, after a short delay because his
trousers wouldn't fit over the plaster. They cut the trouser leg off above the
knee which looked very odd but serviceable. "I'll hem it for you when we get
back so that it doesn't fray," Mary remarked.
Vernon laughed, "I'm sure there is no need for that. I can afford a new pair or
two or three!"
They stopped at the local chemist to pick up the prescription for painkillers
the hospital doctor had given him and while waiting she asked the assistant if
they had a bottle for men who couldn't get up to go to the loo. She explained
the reason and was soon sold the required article. Vernon didn't even notice it
when she put the packages in the back of the Rangerover.
Getting from the car into the house was a struggle. In his eagerness to get out
of hospital, he hadn't had any training in the use of the crutches but with a
little help from Mary, made it into the main room without mishap. Mary brought
the wheelchair in and sat him on it. "Welcome back," she whispered as she kissed
him. "Am I your slave girl again now?"
"If that's what you wish, yes."
Mary made lunch. Vernon helped where he could saying that he didn't want to be
seen to be an invalid.
Around 1 p.m. Sonja phoned. She still wanted to come to the cottage. Vernon
again asked Mary who shook her head, no. Vernon spoke into the mouthpiece, "She
says yes, provided she is your mistress and you are completely under her
control."
"That doesn't sound like Mary!"
"Well that's how it is and if she wants to whip your tits, then that's what will
happen. If you come then be prepared. Your behaviour last weekend has a lot to
answer for including my being a cripple for a year. That should be reason enough
for a good tit warming."
"Okay, okay Vernon I get the message. It won't be the first time they have been
warmed. I would rather not drive all that way as it will be dark long before I
get there, and there is a train that gets to Settle at 5.30. Shall I get a taxi
from there or could you persuade Mary to pick me up?"
"I can order her to pick you up but I can't guarantee she won't stop somewhere
on the way and sexually assault you."
"Promises, promises, promises," Sonja laughed.
Her laugh was infectious. Vernon grinned as he replied, "Just remember from the
time she picks you up until the time you leave, you do everything she requires.
Everything. That includes taking punishments."
"What was all that about?" Mary asked.
"Sonja's coming by train arriving Settle at 5.30. I volunteered you to pick her
up and as you heard I told her that you were her mistress and you might wish to
revenge the beating you took last Saturday."
Lunch over, Mary made a pot of tea, the first decent cup Vernon had since
leaving the house on that fateful Sunday morning. Afterwards of course he wanted
to pee. As yet he hadn't learned to stand and hold his cock with one hand while
supporting himself on one foot and a crutch. If he sat on he loo, he would have
to remove his trousers. "I should have borrowed one of their pee bottles," he
said.
Mary came to his aid by taking down his odd trousers and pants and helping him
to sit. She waited by his side while he performed and then caught hold of his
cock and started to massage it. "Hmm, that feels nice." He soon had an erection.
"Would you like a blow job Sir."
"Sounds as though you have been reading my books you sly little slave. You seem
to know the terms well enough now. And yes, I would like a blow job. I would
like a good fuck but that may have to wait for a bit. Leg is still a bit too
sore for any sort of exercise."
Mary carefully pushed his good leg apart, knelt down and took his now throbbing
prick in her mouth. She licked around the head with her tongue and then allowed
as much of the shaft as she could to enter her mouth. From her previous
experiences with his she knew what to expect and what it would taste like,
never-the-less it was a surprise when he blasted off. She felt it hit her throat
with some force and the eruption lasted longer than earlier. He had been forced
to abstain from any form of sex, even wanking for some days and the sperm had
built up in his balls.
Resisting the temptation to swallow any more than what had already trickled down
her throat, Mary raised herself and planted her mouth firmly over Vernon's. Her
tongue probed his mouth and realising her intentions, Vernon started a tongue
battle with her and in doing so tasted his own sperm. The battle was short but
very sweet.
"Wow, I'll certainly have to buy you some more of those books," Vernon
exclaimed, "That really was something. Tell me though did you enjoy it too or
was it a bit one sided."
"I enjoyed doing it to you but didn't get the same sexual pleasure that I get
when you do it to me and I cum. But yes, it was pleasurable to me too
particularly as I feel I am giving you pleasure too."
For much of the remainder of the afternoon they sat, clothed only in their
dressing gowns, snuggled on the settee watching the fire and moving only to add
fuel or make tea. Later they started to prepare the evening meal. Mary put the
meat in the oven and left Vernon with a bowl of potatoes on his lap to peel. She
set off for Settle at five o'clock wandering how to face Sonja and throughout
the journey she was now becoming so familiar with, kept pondering on Vernon's
parting words. "Remember Mary, you are Sonja's boss. Don't let her get out of
line."
