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raising up off the floor too, on a platform or suchlike. A carpenter shouldn’t find it too difficult a task, I wouldn’t think.’
    I suspected Elizabeth knew even less about carpentry than I did, but I let it pass.
    â€˜It’s a simple enough game,’ she went on. ‘You put the phalluses inside me, front and back, then I ride Dobbin for anywhere between one and six hours, depending on the number I roll on the die. During that period you will give me two dozen strokes with my riding crop, spaced out or all together, entirely at your discretion.’
    â€˜These phalluses - how big did you envisage them being?’
    â€˜Well... big enough to stretch me without splitting me in two.’
    I had a box of dildoes in my room, acquired over the years from various sources, but Elizabeth deserved better than that. ‘Custom-made, then,’ I said. ‘You’ll want me to acquire them, I assume?’
    She gave me a long look before answering. ‘Can I trust you to arrange that side of it, uncle, if you decide on this game?’
    â€˜But of course!’ I said with mock indignation. ‘What do you take me for - the sort of cruel fellow who would deliberately purchase a pair of monstrosities just to see a beautiful young woman in agony?’
    â€˜Heaven forbid,’ she muttered.
    Thinking about her games, I had to admit she’d done it again. All three appealed to me enormously and I was saddened at having to reject My Cup Runneth Over for that one fatal flaw. Ursula’s Tears and Ride-a-Cock-Horse were perfectly viable, however, and no less entertaining. We would play the game of my choice just as soon as it could be arranged, keeping the second for later in the year. I felt confident I could contrive some incident or other to justify it, though if I wished Elizabeth to remain ignorant of my scheming, I would need to be at my devious best. (It wasn’t essential she remain ignorant, you understand, but fooling one’s victim in this way always adds a certain spice to the proceedings). Certainly, it wouldn’t be easy - but James Montague was never one to refuse a challenge!
    â€˜So, uncle,’ Elizabeth said, ‘do I need to come up with a replacement for My Cup Runneth Over, or does one of the others take your fancy?’
    â€˜Oh, there’ll be no further demands on your imagination, Elizabeth, for the time being at least. Before I give you my decision, however, I need to make a few things clear. First, I shall choose the time and place for your performance. Second, I reserve the right to make a few minor changes once we’ve obtained the necessary ‘accessories’, as you called them. I’m not trying to cheat you, Elizabeth, but things don’t always turn out exactly as planned, so we need to be a little flexible in that regard. Third, and most important of all, my godson Freddie will be present.’
    She jumped as though she’d been jabbed with a pin and it was a good few seconds before she found her voice. ‘That wasn’t... you never said anything about that before.’
    â€˜Perhaps not, but I’m saying it now; and I won’t be swayed on this. Take it or leave it, Elizabeth.’
    She shook her head, but I knew it was in resignation rather than outright refusal. For Cathy’s sake she would endure even this. ‘I’ll take it,’ she said, ‘with one proviso - Frederick isn’t to touch me. Whether it’s fitting me with the chafer, or the two phalluses, or anything else for that matter, I want you to do it.’
    â€˜Agreed.’
    â€˜I haven’t finished. You must make him promise not to touch me sexually, either.’
    Though she appeared calm enough I sensed inner turmoil over this latest development, and the urge to tease her proved irresistible. ‘Well, maybe just a tickle...’
    â€˜I mean it, uncle! He is not to touch me!’ The mask slipped momentarily and