Free Their Master's Pleasure by B. A. Bradbury Page A

the die. I’ll send off for one right away.’
    â€˜No need, uncle, we can use this. It’s out of the games box.’ She took a chipped and badly worn die from her pocket.
    â€˜That old thing?’ I said. ‘Wouldn’t you prefer a nice new one?’
    â€˜It may be old,’ she said, ‘but at least I know it isn’t loaded.’
    â€˜ Loaded ? And just how, pray, would you know about loaded dice?’
    â€˜It was in The Diary of a Slave - Ursula’s Story . That’s how wicked Sir Reginald won her from Squire Trelawny in the first place, remember?’
    I sighed. ‘I’m beginning to wish I’d never lent you that damn book. You know far too much for someone your age.’
    â€˜You’re right,’ she said wistfully, ‘I do know too much; indeed, I wish I didn’t. Sometimes I wish I was ten again and it was just me and Dobbin galloping off across imaginary fields without a care in the world.’
    â€˜Lost innocence,’ I said. ‘So terribly poignant, don’t you think?’
    â€˜I didn’t lose it,’ she said, ‘it was stolen, as you well know. You’re the one who stole it.’
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    A week later a parcel arrived. Upon opening it I saw that my Canterbury craftsman had excelled himself, for the phalluses were beautiful - true works of art. They were carved from exotic hardwood and polished to a glassy sheen, one ebony-black and the other a most attractively striped brown. Both were six inches long and cylindrical in form, with an egg-shaped bulge at one end. The other end was flat and at the centre was attached a small brass ring.
    Colour aside, the only visible difference lay in their diameters. The smaller of the two - the brown phallus - was an inch and a quarter thick for most of its length and an inch and a half at the bulge. The ebony phallus was an inch and three quarters and two inches respectively. I was delighted with them and lost no time in sending for Elizabeth to show her our new acquisitions. Her reaction was not at all what I’d expected.
    â€˜You told me I could trust you, Uncle James,’ she said reproachfully. ‘I should have known better, shouldn’t I?’
    â€˜You don’t think they’re suitable?’ I said, genuinely surprised.
    â€˜Of course they’re not suitable. They’re far too big.’
    â€˜Poppycock! They’re perfect.’
    All the preparations having been made, it only remained to set a date for Ride-a-Cock-Horse and to apprise my godson of the impending entertainment. I was keen for him to attend as I thought it would be good experience and would broaden his horizons. Though remarkably well-versed in spanking, I suspected he knew little or nothing of the allied sport of degradation.
    I had deliberately kept Freddie in the dark up to this point as I wanted it to be a surprise. He looked startled - shocked, even - when I took him aside and explained the situation, and I had to remind myself he was still a youngster and nowhere near as wickedly corrupt as his godfather.
    â€˜ Elizabeth thought all this up, uncle?’ he asked, once he had recovered his composure.
    â€˜She did. A remarkable young woman, don’t you agree?’
    â€˜Indeed,’ he said faintly. ‘I never imagined... that is, she seems so...’
    â€˜Innocent?’ I suggested. ‘Ladylike?’
    â€˜I was going to say “virtuous”, but both of those, certainly.’
    â€˜She’s all of those things,’ I said. ‘She’s a truly good person.’
    He said nothing, but his expression remained doubtful.
    â€˜Don’t get the wrong idea about this, Freddie,’ I said. ‘Elizabeth doesn’t invent these games because she enjoys them; rather she wishes to be in control of her own destiny. If it were my game we were playing she would be no more than a helpless victim - and she’s far too proud to let that happen.