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that respect.
    A fresh flight of skateboarding butterflies launched themselves into James’s belly, bouncing around in a most delicious way. Vital organs nearby joined in with the general merriment, somersaulting with excitement, adding to his most agreeable feeling of well-being. He struggled to return to his narrative but Mr Thomas’s wayward swelling was now threatening to burst through his fly. Little wonder he found himself momentarily distracted ‘I, ah. Um. Sorry, where was I?’
    â€˜In a French prison, if I recall.’ Celeste’s gaze dropped to his groin and her lips twitched in amusement at the burgeoning bulge. She seemed extremely pleased at his reaction to her presence. ‘James, all this talk of incarceration is promising indeed. I assume your previous relationships were disappointing in that respect. Had one been in any way remotely successful then you would certainly not be here and I would be talking to myself, no doubt to the concern of our hostess.’
    â€˜Quite. My instinct has always been to conceal the more exotic side of my life.’
    â€˜A wise move, but, and this is important for you to understand, I like exotic. I really like exotic, as you are now most certainly going to find out.’ Celeste stared intently at James, her green eyes gleaming with what could only be described as eager expectation. ‘And so, with that thought in mind, let’s begin!’ she deliberately let a drop of creamy mayonnaise fall onto the pointed toe of her shoe and fixed James with a steady gaze. He hesitated for a moment, then setting aside his plate, knelt to wipe the sticky blob from the shiny black patent leather with a napkin. His touch lingered just long enough over her neatly laced instep to confirm his profound interest, his fingers still gently caressing the warm surfaces and towering heel long after the mess had gone. When he stood, flushed and alert, she slipped her arm through his and very gently kissed his cheek. Across the room, Patti Duke-Warrender witnessed this obvious display of affection and hugged herself with glee. Success at last.
    She might not have been so self-congratulatory had she known the utterly devastating results of her efforts …
    Two years had passed since that fateful first meeting and yet James could still clearly remember their evening at Patti’s; how they’d talked and talked, flirting outrageously. James had recounted some of his more disastrous moments at the hands of financially astute but stunningly uninterested consorts, amusing Celeste with his dry, oddball sense of humour. She teased details from him with little effort, charmed by his immediate faith and trust in her. They had freely consumed Patti’s champagne, then sneaked upstairs to find a quiet bedroom where, with hands strapped behind back with his own belt and mouth stuffed with his tie, Celeste had spanked his bottom with expert aplomb using a fish slice he’d been ordered to steal from the kitchen. She had been most gratifyingly enthusiastic!
    His descent into sexual servitude followed with blissfully indecent haste!
    â€˜Kiss my hem!’
    Suddenly jolted from his wonderful reverie, James heard the sharp order through the leather helmet pulled over his ears. Celeste’s voice carried all the compulsion and force of a born dominant. There was no thought of disobeying. James was now hopelessly bonded to his beloved Mistress. He crawled forward, nose rubbing the parquet as he searched for her boots.
    The floor smelt of old-fashioned wax polish. He inhaled deeply and vacuumed up a wispy ball of fluff. Damn that cat! He tried to concentrate on maintaining his subservience, but the nasal tickle wouldn’t go away. The chains prevented him from rubbing his nose, psychologically enhancing the itch. He quivered for a moment in respiratory agony, then the inevitable happened and he sneezed with surprising violence.
    The explosive force was simply too