** Chapter 1, back in time.
** Chapter 2, Maria’s place.
** Chapter 3, proposal.
** Chapter 4, delivery.
** Chapter 5, discovery.
** Chapter 6, slave revolt.
** Chapter 7, happy Maria. **



** Chapter 1, back in time. **

“Where are we?!” Maria sounded strangely panicky.

“Two blocks from my apartment. Why?” I answered matter of factly, wondering what the problem was. Then I realized, “When” might have been a better question than “Where”. We were obviously back in my time, it was no longer 1814, cars were driving by on metaled roads, there was electric light. There were probably a thousand other indicators that this was not the Nineteenth century.

To fill in a bit of backstory here, I had found myself in 1806, not 2006 as I’d expect. I never did work out why I was then, or indeed if I were there, or if I were just borrowing my ancestor’s body. Really I was never convinced it wasn’t a very elaborate, and very long dream. I’d been in the 19th century for over 8 years, now I seemed to be back in the twenty-first century. I wasn’t sure exactly when though. A good strategy seemed to be to go to ground, I hugged Maria. “Don’t worry, this is my time, we should go to my place and work out what’s happening.”

Maria acquiesced and we walked the familiar two blocks to my apartment building. As I approached, I felt a buzzing in my pocket. I reached in an pulled out what looked to me like the obelisk from 2001. It was a shiny black rectangle, maybe a little thinner than the classical 1:4:9 proportions, but just as mysterious. I looked at it and saw it wasn’t quite featureless, the back was a lighter shade of black and written in black on black was a reassuringly familiar symbol of an Apple with a bite out of it and below that it said “iPhone”. So Apple finally did make an iPhone just as al the rumor sites were in a tizzy about when I “left”. I saw there were some buttons, I pressed one and the face lit up with a picture of the Earth, above it it said “20:00” in large numbers and “Friday, October 24th” in smaller letters. Below that was the helpful note “Top Floor. Don’t forget”, and below that an arrow with “Slide to unlock”.

“What’s that?” Maria asked.

“It seems to be my phone.” I answered, “Phones seem to have got a lot smarter than when I was here last, its suggesting we go to the top floor.” I’d seen one of the flats on the top floor when they had an open house a few years before I left. They were very nice, very big, two of them for the whole floor, with commanding views of the city. There was no way I was ever going to afford one. We entered the building and took the elevator to the top floor, now where? I didn’t know which of the two doors I needed.

However one of the doors opened and a familiar face said “Welcome home sir, madam.”

“Thank you James.” I replied without thinking of how that was possible. We entered, I looked around not knowing what was where, it looked like it had been updated since I was there last.

“James” suggested, “You suggested if you were confused I should direct you to the study.” Indicating one of the doors off of the hallway. That seemed as good a door as any, so I opened that door. “You suggested I should take the evening off along with the rest of the staff, so If that will be all sir.”

“Very good James.” I affirmed and “James” took his leave.

The study had a desk facing the door over by the window. The view was quite spectacular from up here, a swivel chair would allow the occupant to work at the desk, or enjoy the view. The desk was sparsely populated, a task light, an old fashioned blotter and a PowerBook sitting on the blotter was about it. Propped up against the task light was a letter addressed just to “Stephen”. “It looks like this is for me” I said to Maria and opened the letter.

The letter was printed except for the salutation and closing.

October 24th, 2014

Dear Stephen,

Thank you for your letter, it was most helpful. I trust you’ll find I’ve left your affairs in good order. You will need to know the password for the MacBook is “St4rTr1k”.

I presume you have all sorts of questions at this point, most of which you will have to answer on your own. As to why I have left you this trail of breadcrumbs, I had a feeling you were coming back. Before you arrived in my time and displaced me, I had a feeling of being watched for several weeks. This came to a head on my last day in 1806. I have been feeling the same feeling for the past few weeks and this morning I had no doubt you will displace me today.

I have enjoyed my period in your time, but I am anxious to see my own time again. I hope the same is true for you, and that you enjoy your return. To your continued good health, as a wise man once said “Live long and prosper”.

Yours sincerely,

Stephen

I showed the letter to Maria, that answers several questions. Its 2014, it seems like time here tracked my time away, October 24th sounds about right, though my memory is a little hazy. I didn’t get a feeling of being watched, I felt like I’d been in a dream watching myself go about my daily business, then I was here. Like most dreams, I could only remember snatches of it. Also he did get the letter I sent, I borrowed one of Heinlein’s ideas and had attempted to send a letter to myself, or whoever was in my place, leaving it with my solicitor with instructions to be opened in the future. Those instructions had further instructions to forward the letter in 2006. One of the things my letter had had was the password to my PowerBook, with that it should have been possible to unravel my affairs.

I opened the desk draw, “This seems to be where I seemed to keep my car keys.” I said, spying three keys.

“We should go for a drive!” exclaimed Maria excitedly, “After all you’ve told me about cars.”

I had an idea, “Could I have a look in your purse?” I asked, Maria looked confused, “Handbag? … The bag you’re carrying.” She handed it over, I had a look in and found her wallet and her driver’s licence. “You seemed to be ‘Maria Darke Freeman’, sounds quite familiar. You live in my old apartment, weird. We’re not going to need to drive there then. You also seem to be a professor at the University.” I found an ID card for the humanities department.

We did take a little detour, going for a little drive, for that see “Sex in A Porsche”.


** Chapter 2, Maria’s place. **

When we arrived back in the garage, I suggested “We could go to your, Maria’s, my old apartment and see what’s there, I’m sure there will be a bed.”

“Ok.”

“Could I have your bag again, I’ll find the keys.” I dug in her purse and found a bunch of keys. There was a familiar key and a much more conventional Honda key. “You seem to own a Honda, that may be a better car for your plans, we can investigate that later.”

We took the elevator to my old floor, that seemed more natural, we got off the elevator and I instinctively turned left. It was feeling like coming home. I unlocked the front door and opened the door. “Welcome to my, your, somebody’s place.” The place looked so familiar, but also different. “You’ve redecorated. Here’s your living room.” A conversational grouping of comfortable seating and off to the side a small TV. “You’re dining room.” A glass topped table and four chairs took up the space. “The compact and bijou galley style kitchen.” That looked just the same as it was last time I was here. “Down the hall here we have the office.”

It was where I used to have my office, but this Maria had other ideas. “Oh…” It looked to be kitted out as a “playroom”. There were various torture devices arrayed on the walls, floggers, whips, clamps, as well as restraints gags, ropes chains, cuffs. There was a “horse” in the middle of the room, and a cross with restraints on the wall. There were also what I think were unobtrusive cameras on the ceiling in the corners of the room.

Maria looked in. “This looks funs, I think she knew how to play. You could tie me to this and have your way with me.” She said indicating the horse.

“Hmm… tempting.” I said, “but lets check out the bedroom first.” indicating the last door on the hallway. I opened the door, it was definitely not my bedroom. It was decorated in silks and satins, very feminine. “Wouldn’t you rather lay on a comfortable bed like that, and I could fuck you and lick you until you beg me to stop.”

“Mmm… also tempting.” mused Maria.

“And this is your wardrobe.” I said striding off the right where the passage to the bathroom was lined with two closets. I slid open a door it was full of sensible outfits like the one Maria was wearing, dark skirt suits and white blouses. “Quite subfusc.”

“Very dusky.” Agreed Maria.

I opened a door on the other side, much more colourful. It was full of cocktail dressed, party dresses and other interesting outfits. I picked one out. “This looks like it could be interesting.” It was a very short leather miniskirt.

“That’s not going to cover much.” Commented Maria. “This is a miniskirt, like you’ve mentioned, isn’t it?”

“I think that’s the idea, I like the look of it. Yes, its a miniskirt.”

“I could model it for you.” Offered Maria.

Before that thought sunk in, I said, “Or one of these.” As I opened the other end of the first closet. That was full of leather, dominatrix gear I’d say.

Maria looked the new discovery over and I decided to investigate the chest of drawers on the other wall. One draw had frilly undies, I was just about to comment on when I opened the next draw and found her “toybox”. There were dildoes and vibrators of various sizes and hues. “I think you might like to play with these.” I said holding up a large dildo with a suction cup on one end an a plain smooth vibrator. “I’m sure this would work better than the tremessoir.” I was referring to the 1806 version of the vibrator which was damn difficult to find, very expensive and not that effective.

Maria looked around, looking slightly bewildered. “Look, I’m so horny right now, I can’t think. You decide what to I don’t mind what as long as Lily gets well stuffed and I get off.”

“Poor Maria.” I said as I formed a plan. I hugged her, she relaxed a bit. My hand went up her skirt and three fingers slid easily into her sex. She inhaled sharply, I let go of both ends and with both hands ripped open her blouse, sending buttons everywhere. I mauled her tits roughly, another sharp intake of breath. “Stay there! Don’t move!” I let go of her and stepped into the other room, where I’d seen a blindfold. I retrieved it and reentered the bedroom. Maria was standing stock still in the middle of the room. I put the blindfold on Maria, and led her into the playroom.

I bent her over the horse and found some cuffs and tied her hands to the horse’s legs. “Stay there, don’t move.” I said laughing. Maria tested the cuffs and found very little play available. I went back to the bedroom and picked up a few items from the toy drawer. Back in the play room I got another set of cuffs and bound her ankles to the horses other legs, not before arranging a little surprise. “Hows that?”

Maria tested the bonds and found she could hardly move. “I’m at your mercy, now FUCK ME!”

“All in good time.” I slid the surprise up her legs and turned it on, it was a butterfly vibe, it nestled against her clit, held on by straps which went around her bum.

“Ooooh…” was all Maria could say.

I flipped up her skirt over her bum and fondled her. I rudely pushed three fingers in her cunt again. Another “Ohhh…” Then I picked up the dildo I had, it was about my size, and rubbed the tip up and down her slit. “Yes fuck me, please.” I slowly pushed the dildo in, and out, I repeated that and in about three strokes she stiffened, and flopped in her typical style for an orgasm.

I left the dildo in place and quietly moved around to her head and opened my zip, freeing Will. She seemed to regain some of her senses. “Why have you stopped, you bastard!” You she tried thrusting her nether regions, but that obviously had no effect on the dildo in her cunt.

I whipped off the blindfold and shouted “Surprise!” She opened her mouth, I assume she was going to say something, but didn’t get the chance as I thrust Will into her mouth and started fucking her face. I reached down and roughly mauled her tits again.

A little while later (difficult to tell how long with all that was going on), she again orgasmed. I was getting close myself, but didn’t want to just yet. I pulled out of her mouth and she gasped for air. “I’m not sure whether to thank you or curse you.” She said. “Thank you, you bastard.” She added, obviously thinking both were appropriate. “That vibrator is driving me crazy, but that fake dick you stuck in me is just maddening, its not moving.”

“You’re welcome.” I said in my best insincere voice. I pulled up a chair and sat in front of Maria. She found Will was within range of her mouth, so she started sucking me again.

“Mmm.” was all she could say.

“Don’t you know its rude to talk with your mouth full.” I found the height adjustment on the chair (it was an office chair, maybe this was an office), and lowered myself just out of range. She glared at me, and tried to get me back in her mouth. She murmured and sighed incoherently.

“Hold this.” I put the control for the butterfly vibe in her hand.

“What is it?”

“Its the control for the vibrator, turn it one way and it’ll speed up, turn it the other and it’ll slow down. Though if you drop it, I’ll turn it off.”

She stuck her tongue out at me, but grabbed hold of the control tightly, and experimented with turning it and and down. Mainly up it sounded like.

I looked around, and mused “Now what should I do? There are lots of things I could spank you with.” Maria looked hopeful, “I could gag you, there are interesting looking ball gags over there.” She looked dubiously at the array of brightly coloured gags. “I could try those, I think they’re clamps, they’re supposed to be effective on nipples, maybe even on more sensitive parts of the body.” Maria looked conflicted at that idea. “Or I could just fuck you and lick you…”

I was going to add something to the effect that I like doing that, bit Maria interrupted. “Yes fuck me you bastard. All I wanted you to do was fuck me, what did I say? Take the fake dick out, and just get on with it!”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re horny.” I mocked, “You just said you wanted Lily well stuffed, is this one big enough for you, I think she has bigger ones. Are you sure you want me to fuck you?”

She looked at me with a very dark expression and shouted “If you don’t get your dick in my cunt right now, you’ll regret it!”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I said getting up and sauntering to her rear end, “I think I’ll do just that.” I pulled the dildo out of her making an exaggerated sucking/popping sound as it came lose. I roughly felt her up. “My you are wet, anyone would think you wanted to be fucked.”

Maria was just drawing breath to shout more imprecations at me, when I showed Will up her and the breath went of her. There were some incoherent sounds, like she was trying to both breath in and out at the same time, and she started bucking violently against the restraints. I think she was coming and it was a big ones. One thing, among many, that I like about Maria she makes you feel like a sex god when you fuck her, she comes so darned easily being penetrated.

I held on to her bum and rammed in hard. The bucking waxed and waned, the noises she made became even more incoherent. Maybe I should have hoped she was managing to breath sufficiently, but I was preoccupied, with trying to hang on and make sure I was going to come, it was near. Its at times like this you kind of forget about everything else and just need to achieve the goal. I made my own incoherent “nggung…” sounds and then it happened. I shot into her, thrust, shot, thrust, shot, etc. She gave one almighty buck and then fell silent and limp on the horse.

I kind of collapsed, my knees had given way. I looked up at a silent and still Maria, and worried that she was alright. I levered myself up on the chair and rolled around to her head. I stroked her hair and asked “Are you in there? are you all right.”

She looked up at me, she seemed to be in soft focus, and said “Damn, who let the wildebeest in here, I just got trampled in the stampede. But didn’t you say something about licking me as well?”

I must say, in my current state I really wasn’t thinking about more sex. “You want more?”

“Don’t I always? But think of it, wouldn’t you like desert, its your favorite, very juicy freshly fucked creamy cunt.”

She had a point. Licking a cunt was one of my favorite pastimes, I’d found I even liked it when I wasn’t turned on. That had been quite a surprise when I was younger, being not turned on was a surprise, and it had coincided with my lady being in the mood. I obliged and found the labour to be quite pleasant. This was a really very handy trait for living with Maria, not that I was often not turned one, just often completely sated. Maria’s capacity was so much greater than my own, I could usually be persuaded to indulge in “desert”, a little licking and a few extra orgasms for Maria. A juicy one was better, a freshly fucked one juicy and nice and open, and the cream always made things better.

Sometimes, as now, I needed a little time or prompting. I hadn’t been feeling particularly horny earlier, that makes teasing easier, now I was totally shagged out. I demurred, “It might take me minute.” I did however raise the chair a little, which had the desired effect, Maria sucked on Will. Even shagged out and floppy, a blow job is nice.

“Mmm.. tasty.”

“You shouldn’t talk with your mouthful!” I scolded. “If I could be bothered, I’d take one of those whips and spank you for that.”

She let Will out of her mouth and looked up at me and said plainly, “I think I’d just liked to be licked, not whipped.”

“That’s not fair, bringing what you want into this. You really want me to lick you.”

“Yes”


** Chapter 3, proposal. **

Maria’s desires are a great motivator, but I thought this was a perfect opportunity I shouldn’t pass up. I got off the chair, got down on one knee, took Maria’s hand and asked, “Maria, I love you, will you marry me?”

“Oh,…” Maria looked uncertain, “I didn’t expect that.”

“Well, I thought I’d ask while you can’t avoid the question. Also in this time and place, there’s no real drawback to being Married, you still get to be free, we can both own property.” I thought I wouldn’t mention the tax benefits. “If you say ‘yes’, I’ll take you to bed and lick you.”

“That sounds like duress to me, if I say ‘yes’, it won’t be of my own free will.”

“OK then, if you say ‘no’ I’ll take you to bed and lick you.”

She stuck her tongue out at me, but said “Yes Stephen, I will marry you.