Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 3 Angela 17:30 Saturday evening

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Part 3       – Angela 17:30 Saturday evening

It was a shame The Sisterhood had to hold these events on Saturdays, Angela grumbled to herself but as one of the organisers she could hardly complain. It would be impossible for members from across the country to get to London if they held it mid-week.    And since they now had a reliable, understanding venue, it would be difficult to change.     The hotel also had some very nice waiters and its convenience for the airport meant that it was used by many cabin crews; it had proved a fruitful recruiting ground.   It would be impossible to persuade many of the ladies to change either the date or the location.  

“James,” she shouted up the stairs, “we need to go?  The taxi’s waiting.”

“Almost ready, honey.   I’ll be down shortly.”

Angela wondered why it was always women who were meant to take longest to get ready.  She stared at the portrait of her late husband hanging in the hall.  Oscar looked every inch the company chairman in his double-breasted suit sat at his rosewood desk.   Angela wept a dry tear: it had been twelve years since he’d departed but he’d gone the way he would have wanted.  Such a shame about his weak heart.  But James had been such a consolation since her tragic loss, and he owed her so much.   

James descended the staircase.   “Good.   Are you shaved and locked again?”

“Yes, honey,” James replied.  Angela admired what she considered to be her creation descending the stairs.  He was about six foot two and dressed in a smart dinner jacket, white short and black bowtie: the standard penguin suit for an evening function.   He had glossy thick brown hair with a parting that flopped slightly forward.  Under Oscar, James had been an upcoming junior manager at the bank.  Angela liked to see her husband happy and Oscar liked to keep James under him.  Many was the night Oscar brought James home after work for extra study and training.    

“Let me check,” said Angela as he reached the bottom.  Her right hand groped into his crotch and felt something hard.  “Good.”

“Yes, honey.   It was getting the ring through that took so long.  It was quite hard.”

“Well you shouldn’t have been thinking of me, should you?” she teased.

“That wasn’t what I meant.  Awkward was what I meant.”

“Well let me have the key, please.”   He held out the tiny key by a little ring threaded through its eye .  She reached down and unclipped a thin chain around her ankle.   She took the key from him  and slipped the chain through the  little ring.   The key dangled on the chain beside alongside at least six others.  “Fasten, it for me darling, please.”   James knelt down.  “No, James!  You know how to do this.   We’ve done this lots of times.  Like a doggy.”   James went on all fours and fastened the hasp around her right ankle.

“How do you know which is which?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” she smiled.

“Well it might to me.”

“Trust me, babe.   I know what I need to know.   Now let me just check.  Turn around.”   He padded round and she could see a clear line against his tight trousers.   Not a line from his underpants - she’d made him dispense with those long ago.    She reached down and felt a metal bar and another little padlock further inside.  “Good boy. Double secure.   Now give me the other key.”   Reluctantly he felt in a pocket of his dinner jacket.  “Round my left ankle, please,” she commanded handing him another little gold chain on which he threaded the key.  This key stood alone on its chain.

“Why is this necessary?”

“Really James.  We go through this each year.   We have a hotel that allows us back every year.  We don’t want to spoil our reputation.   We don’t want any silliness occurring like it did a few years ago.   What went on in those toilets was unacceptable.  No wonder we got banned.  And it wasn’t just the Men’s.  Some of the Ladies were no better.  They paid their penalty, of course.  This way there’ll be no problems.”

“Yes, honey, but it’s going to be uncomfortable sitting down on this thing all night.”

“Don’t worry.  I’ve asked the hotel to provide cushions for some of the male guests.   They’ve stopped asking ‘Why?’  And we’ll have less of the ‘Honey’: from now on it’s ‘Lady Angela’ or ‘Mistress Plug’.  OK?   We have to maintain appearances.”

“Yes, Mistress Plug,” he said and received another pat on the base of his anal pear. 

“And hold this for me.  Keep it safe in inside pocket of your jacket.”   She handed James a fat roll of fifty pound notes.

“All this?”

“Yes.  I want it to be a night to remember.  And I haven’t taken you to a club for a while, have I?”  

“No, Mistress.” James looked slightly downcast.

 “Let’s go.”

 

A few minutes later, a black limousine pulled out of the drive carrying a pretty middle-aged blonde lady and a rather handsome man in evening dress.

end of Part 3