Stephen Bonnet, said that he owned you and I take the word of a Gentlemen over that of a larcenous maid who is lying to get out of her obligation. And... I will remind you that lying to get out of an indentured servants obligation is treated by the courts in the same way as running away. A court may indeed double the period of your indenture for this escape attempt if I choose to take this matter before the courts!”OMG! OMG! He’s saying that my saying that I’m not owned is stealing from him!. It was then she realized they were bound above her head. Checking her feet, she found they were also bound to the ultra-high-backed leather chair she sat in. Her head was also bound, with just enough movement to let her see she was naked. ‘Wha… what the Hell’s going on here? Where the fuck am I?’ The petite, demure 24-year-old was both scared and angry enough to let the profanity fly. Realizing that her thighs were also bound to the chair in a way to expose her most private areas only. He learnt later this was partly down to him. Midweek prayers were optional for seniors, those in the fifth and two sixth forms, sixteen to eighteen year olds broadly. The rationale was that they needed extra time for work, but really most of the time they would sit around and chat. This night though there was curiosity at play. The news that he wasn’t an eighty year old codger had already gone round the school. That he was a Pierce Brosnan look-alike was discounted by most girls as likely to be. ” Ariadne dropped her gaze, unable to meet my eyes. I placed the tip of the crop under her chin and raised her face with it. I stood so I towered over her. “Untie my shoes and remove them and my socks.” When she obeyed, I told her to remove my pants and underwear. I shucked my shirt. I resumed my seat, scooting forward as far as the slanted seat allowed. I asked if the fire warmed her buns warm and she said it did. "Enjoy it, my dear, for that's the only warm up you'll get this time." I rested.