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    As he brought her to orgasm, Tom felt a sense of power over her – something the feminists would doubtless resent and decry, but pleasing none the less. Bound as she was, Beth had done nothing to bring about her pleasure. She was helpless and completely in Tom’s power. He had done this to her, and she had not been able to prevent or control him. Rather he had driven her until she had lost control of her body and became inarticulate. Beth had thought up the game and had urged it upon him, overcoming his initial objection. But now she was caught up in it and couldn’t escape or influence what happened to her. It came to Tom in a disturbing flash that he could do anything he wanted to with Beth. She was in his power until he decided to end it by untying her.
    But what if he decided not to let her go? There was nothing she or anyone could do. He imagined keeping Beth a helpless captive for days and weeks. At first she would not realise her predicament, then would come the dawning of understanding – and fear. She would struggle to free herself and plead with him to let her go. He would have to keep her gagged so that she couldn’t cry out or scream for help. It occurred to him that he would need to find a place to keep her so that she would not be found or heard no matter what outcry she made. A secluded house, perhaps with a cellar where she could be confined. Somehow he would have to get her into the car unseen to move her to her place of incarceration. He would probably be better hiring a closed van. And the transfer from house to van would best be done in the early hours of the morning. The memory of his trip through the quiet streets just last night flashed into his mind.
    How best to avoid the enquiries that were sure to follow the disappearance of such an attractive woman? He imagined the newspaper stories: Local Beauty Disappears. Newspapers always talked of beautiful women. They sold more papers than merely attractive ones! Would they miss her at work? It occurred to him that he knew nothing of Beth’s work – if indeed she did anything. Her strict injunction against seeing her during the week had prevented him from making enquiries. He marvelled for a moment at how docile he had been, never trying to exceed the limits she had set. Never questioning the scenarios she provided for their trysts; never thinking beyond the erotic possibilities of their closed relationship. Now this same woman whom he had never disobeyed lay beneath his hands, helplessly bound and out of control as he played upon the instrument of her body. Where could he find a secluded place to confine her? And where . . .
    The thoughts tumbled through his mind as his hands and mouth continued their play over Beth’s heaving body. He had retreated to another fantasy world for the moment, one whose existence he had never suspected, such was the influence Beth was beginning to exercise over his thoughts. Tom had never thought of making Beth – or anyone – his captive, his possession, his slave. But he did now. New ideas presented themselves to him as Beth gasped and moaned in her bonds. For a fleeting instant he thought he had better gag her in case she screamed out in orgasm, but he didn’t stop. Her cries were choked back in any case, the sounds of passion rather than fear or pain. The infrequent newspaper stories of people who complained about the noises their neighbours made when making love occurred to him. Would there be complaints today? He dismissed these thoughts and returned to the task in hand. Beth was in fact now a double handful. He was having trouble keeping her from wrenching away. Only the need to keep herself under his hands kept her from making any more violent movements.
    Once more Beth cried out, a guttural moan of pleasure as his forefinger massaged her clitoris and his palm rubbed her vulva. Her cries rose in pitch and volume as yet another climax shook her. She slipped from the couch and landed with a