Paula, The Rest of The Story

Chapter I - Smitten By Love

So it befell my misfortune to have to travel to London to Clark’s home office to complete the deal. After the business was done, Clark invited me to have dinner with him and his wife. The way Clark had spoke about the woman, I just imagined that she was as horrible as he was. Clark himself, was not a bad looking guy. Upon the first meeting with him, he had more charisma, then any one person should have. But his personality was a mile wide and a millionth of an inch deep. So he very soon wore thin on a person.

I waited for Clark and Paula at the bar in the Boers Head Inn. When he finally arrived, hanging on his arm was Norma Jean herself. It took my breath away for a moment. Had all the stories I read about Marilyn Monroe’s death been faked? For here she was, living and breathing. My first fantasy love had always been Marilyn Monroe. The woman was considerable younger then Marilyn would be today. She was a spitting image of her. She was wearing a red leather outfit, with a form fitting jacket that fastened in front with large sexy corset hooks. The woman walked with extremely short steps in her very high heals. The red leather skirt ended just about her very shapely knees.

Clark introduced me to Paula as Tex and I guess I fit the part in London, with my boots, western shirt and Texas cut suit. I was flabbergasted by such beauty. We ordered and while we waited Paula excused herself to go to the ladies room. As she walked away, there was just something wrong with way she walked.

With Paula out of ear shot, I asked Clark, " With that at home, why are you always putting the make on every woman that you see?" Clark laughed and then told me," I’ve got that one locked up, so I like to try a few of the birds in the bush."

Paula came back just about the time our meal arrived. Let me tell you, what the Brits do to beef is a capital crime. Boiled in a mess that compromises the taste of everything.

Paula did not get much of a chance to say anything. When she spoke, her voice had that special English accent of a very refined lady. There was no doubt in my mind that I was in love with another man’s wife. So I tried to be polite and keep my feelings to myself. Paula hung on Clark’s every word. She was madly and completely in love with him. I could not help but feel that such a cad did not deserve such a wonderful lady’s devotion. Knowing Clark as I did and having fallen head over heals in love with his wife. I could not help but to consider ways to cause his demise on my flight back to Houston. Little did I know that things were already in the works that would favor me greatly.

On my next trip to Merry Old England, instead of dining with Clark and Paula. I was very disappointed to be dining with the company Market Director, Thelma and Clark. I was introduced to Thelma as Mat Davis, my real name. After which, Thelma took the liberty of calling me Tex. While the food was no better, liberal amounts of Scotch helped it greatly. With enough Scotch I even began to like Clark.

This evening was a lot different then the one with Paula had been. Clark stayed in the background. Thelma did most of the talking. It was readily apparent that Thelma totally dominated Clark. As Marketing Director, she had final say on what Clark, the head sales director, did. At which point, I thought to myself, "Why do I have to deal with the slimy limy?" Thelma is really running the show. But she was in charge of more then the business. She completely dominated Clark.

I really hated to leave Texas and dealing with the slimy limy was not one of the high points of my life. Chinks in our deal kept cropping up that required face to face meetings. So to make things bearable, I invited Clark and his wife to the finest dining place they knew on me. Clark remained the bore he always was. Paula, however was enchanting. She wore her red leather suit again. During the evening her skirt slide up as she set in a chair and there was a shiny steel band around her leg just above the knee. It was none of my business. But I wanted to know if the girl of my dreams was crippled. So I asked Clark," Is Paula wearing a brace." As soon as Paula went to the ladies room.

Clark laughed and answered quite proudly," She is wearing a chastity belt complete with leg chains to inhibit her step. I told you that I had her locked up." It was still not any of my business. Clark seemed willing to talk. So I encouraged him to go on. He added that the contraption she was wearing was totally impossible for her to escape from without the key. If she wanted to, I could sleep with her any time that I wanted to. She was protected

As the man talked, I realized that the only reason some people are permitted to live is that it is illegal to do the human race a favor and kill them. For a few moments of the pleasure of Paula’s company, I gladly put up with Clark and the lousy English food. I knew it was a useless dream. I could not help dreaming.

If there was ever a chance I knew that I would move in on the lady right away. That appeared to be impossible. I even considered fixing Clark up with a local whore when he was in Texas and have the whole thing video taped. But then how would I get such a video tape to Paula? If I was the one to expose Clark, I did not think that it would do me much good with Paula.

Then the impossible happened. It seems that Paula caught Clark with Thelma and was suing him for divorce. So I was on the next flight to England. I took along a complete western outfit. Hat, boots, belt with it’s oversize buckle and some Levis. I had Clark’s home address.

Paula answered the door and informed me that she and Clark had been divorced. She had been crying. I showed her the outfit I had for Clark and told her that he had requested it. He had in a way. He had said that he liked the comfortable way we Texans dressed. Paula asked me in. In the conversation it came up that Thelma was not Clark’s only other female interest. He chased any woman he saw.

The hat I had purposely bought too small, so if Clark ever got it, it would look ridiculous setting on the top of his head. It fit Paula perfectly. So I suggested that she keep it and I suggested that if I had her sizes, I could give her the outfit. Paula then admitted that she was not physically able to have another relationship. She did not say why. I already knew why.

As is generally the case, I was unable to express to Paula, my feelings for her. I did tell her, that if I had her at home, I certainly would not be messing around. With that we parted.

Chapter II - The MG B

Paula’s Father had completely restored and MG B convertible for her. He gave it to her upon graduation from collage. He maintained it for her in showroom condition. Upon their marriage and Paula terminating a very fantastic career. Clark prevailed upon Paula to sell her MG B for a small part on market value to a friend of his. It did not take long to trace the MG B setting behind a garage at the man’s estate. The son he had given it to, looked upon it as an old junker. So he soon made and old junker out of it.

With each fact I learned about Paula. I learned many other things. She was a microbiologist. The one thing that eluded me, was where she worked and where she lived. Even locating her parents had not been that much of a job. So I bought the MG B. Paying as much for it with a burnt up engine, as a running one would cost.

When I had it delivered by a tow motor to Paula’s Father. He strongly objected to the junk being dumped on his property until I called his attention to the name plate he had affixed to the dashboard, when he had given the car to Paula. I explained that I wanted it restored to show room condition and I would pay for everything. Paula’s Father said that he had heard about these Texans with more money then brains. But he had never had the pleasure of meeting one. He said he would restore the MG B for Paula and it would not cost me one farthing.

I really was a fool. I had not seen Paula, since that short time at her house after her divorce. There was no reason to believe that she would ever be interested in me.

The restoration on the MG B went quickly. Paula’s Father had lots of spare parts. The MG club of England could locate anything he needed that he did not have. So in a little over a month, the car was ready to deliver. I had to be in England anyway to finish up some things with Thelma. Paula’s Father would not tell me where Paula lived. But he did tell me where she caught the bus from where she worked. I almost got killed driving on the wrong side of the road, to be there when Paula came out.

To say Paula was surprised to see me, would be an understatement. At first, she was not about to get in the car until I called her attention the nameplate her Father had affixed to the dashboard. Then the fact that it was legally her car. It had never been transferred from her name. I told her that I was just delivering the car. If she wanted to leave with it, I would catch a taxi back to the airport. Paula admitted that she had known her Father was restoring her car for her. But she had not known that I was involved. So first we went out for supper. After considerable conversation. Paula took me to her apartment. Once there, Paula told me that she had seen that hungry look in my eyes from the first moment we met. Which lead to a situation I had only dreamed about. We laid there after a very passionate session of love making. Paula said," After Clark I have never felt that I could trust another man," I really wanted make loved and you can go back to Texas without giving me another thought."

I told Paula that from the first moment I laid eyes on her that she was in my every thought. I had even considered doing great harm to Clark, to have her free of him. I had also considered exposing his philandering to her. But I did not believe that such an exposure would make her like me particularly popular with her. I then ask Paula if I could call upon her when I was in England? She admitted that she was lonely. So if I would be satisfied with her just being my date, she would go along with that.

My future with Clark’s company, became a future of dealing with Thelma and Clark was completely out of the picture. With Clark no longer there, Thelma was a real pleasant lady to deal with. She even knew where a Texas type steak house was in a suburb of London. I later took Paula there. I also learned that Clark no longer traveled. Thelma’s interest in him was partly because the stock the two of them owned gave Thelma control of the company. Thelma controlled Clark and kept him on an extremely short leash. I heard later that Thelma even had Clark locked up like he use to keep Paula locked up. Even if it wasn’t true, I enjoyed believing it was.

Upon my next trip over the water Paula had learned the ridiculous price that I had paid to retrieve her little red MG B and that I had prevailed upon her Father to restore it. She went with me to this Texas Type steak house. While the food was fantastic for England, they did not have any mesquite wood to barbeque it with. So it was not a real Texas style barbequed steak.

Paula looked fantastic dressed in her Levis, snap front shirt, boots and cowboy hat with a red bandana around her neck. The rodeo belt buckle was almost as wide as she was. That was partly hidden by her Levi jacket. At the steak house, we were not the only ones dressed Texas style. I however, was the only one that spoke with a Texas drawl.

As we were dining, Paula expressed her appreciation for me getting her MG B back for her. She said that now that she was working again and had her little car again. It was almost as if she had never met Clark. At which point I asked her if she could ever trust another man? Paula did not answer the question. She did not however say that she couldn’t. That was good enough for me.

Under Thelma’s management, our business relationship expanded and both companies made a lot of money. Then one day while back in Houston, I had to meet this representative from this biology firm. The meeting was to be in the firm’s office in Galveston an hour’s drive away. The secretary acted strange as she ushered me into the office. The person I was to meet had their chair facing the window and was looking out over the ocean. The secretary told the person that Mr. Davis was here and turned and left. I stood there for a moment before the chair turned around and the person in it sprang from the chair and flew in my arms. Paula sobbed," Mat I just had to see you."

Her tiny little body felt so good in my arms that I clung to her as long as she permitted me to. Paula then said that she had come to Texas on a project for her company. She said that she wanted to meet my wife and kids. To which I could not help but laugh. I explained to Paula, that there had been a wife. She was killed in a car wreck a few years back and I had not been up to a relationship since. I had never told her that Marilyn Monroe had always been my fantasy love and she was spitting image of her.

Our business was taken care of quickly. We stopped by Paula’s motel to get her some things. Then I took her to my apartment in Pasadena. Once there Paula remarked that there was no woman present there. She freshened up and put on her Levis. We went out for dinner. Then without asking her permission I took Paula to my place near Plum Grove. I only had 200 acres that a Mexican couple took care of for me. He ran a few cows and raised wheat on the cleared half of the property. I called ahead on my cell phone so that Manual and his wife Marie would get their wet back friends out of my house. I wasn’t suppose to know about them. So I was careful to never find out.

Chapter III - The Plot Thickens

Once in the house Marie and her Mexican friends had the place spotless. The guns in my gun cabinet had all been moved. But they were all there. Paula quickly observed that this place had a woman’s touch. The fridge was well supplied with food and beer. But not the food and beer that I had left in it. Which kept things fresh for me.

Marie showed Paula to a guest bedroom and I had the master bedroom. When she left, Paula said that if Marie thought that she was going to sleep alone she was bonkers. I then explained to Paula that she could sleep anyplace that she wanted to. Marie was only giving her a choice. I do think that Paula would have preferred that she was not given a choice in the matter.

Maria prepared us an evening snack and Paula was all over me. Which I did not mind one bit. The seams of our Levis rubbing together was a real turn on for me. I soon had Paula out of her Levis and she stood before me totally naked. What a vision of beauty.

I kissed her luscious lips and then proceeded to caress the rest of her body. When I licked her clit and brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Paula screamed that I was killing her. She ripped open my shirt and demanded that I remove my cloths too. While I was getting off my boots and jeans. Paula spread a blanket on the carpet. We then explored each other’s bodies and I tongued Paula’s clit to two more orgasms. As I lay getting my breath with my cock sticking straight up. Paula impaled herself on my cock. We change positions several times before I felt an explosion building in my balls. When I shot my nuts in Paula, it felt like I was going to just disappear inside of her.

As we lay there together, Paula said very sternly," Mr. Davis are your intentions towards me honorable?" I answered," Of course not. I dragged you in my pickup off the street to ravage you body and kill you. Then dump you body out for coyote and buzzard bait.

Paula then answered," You can’t do that. I am only here on a visitor’s visa. I am not permitted to get raped and murdered on a visitor’s visa."

We both lay there laughing. Her refined English accent made her answer even more hilarious. I then picked her up and took her to my bed where we slept entwined in each other’s arms.

After the night at the ranch, one thing lead to another and we were married. After the ceremony Paula’s Father came to me with tears in his eyes and said, "I certainly hope you treat her better then that bloody bastard did." I answered my new father in law," I was ready to kill Clark before I met Paula. It would be very hypocritical of me to even think about being like he was.

After the reception. Paula took off her wedding dress and put on a red checked western shirt with a blue bandana around her neck and a full denim skirt with her new cowboy boots. She looked fantastic. But then Paula looked fantastic in almost anything.

Paula insisted that we take my Ford 150 on our honeymoon. She refused to fly anyplace. After we left the reception in the stretch limo. At the second stoplight Paula and I slipped out of the left side of the car and across the street where my pickup was parked. Then as the wedding party went off in one direction. We took off in another. Paula had some trouble getting into the truck.

We arrived at our first motel. While I was bringing in some luggage. Paula waited in the room. She said that she had a surprise for me. Once in the room, Paula stripped out of her cloths, under which she was wearing a complete chastity outfit. Even a shinny steel bra. The bandana had concealed the metal collar on her neck. Paula flung her arms around my neck and told me that she wanted to belong completely to her man without any reservations. Then gave me the keys to the equipment locked on her body.

I did not want to be anything like Clark had been. Paula explained to me that one of the extra special things with Clark was her being his total slave. She had never been more turned on then when she had her body locked up in stainless steel. Paula told me that she wanted to be so much mine, that if I chose to, I could give her to other men for their pleasure.

I then asked Paula if she wanted to have sex with other men. She told me, that she had heard that some men found pleasure in seeing their woman with another man. If such a thing gave me pleasure. She would gladly submit.

During the rest of our honeymoon, Paula wore her chastity belt, except when I removed it from her for sex. She only wore the rest of the equipment when we were going to have sex. I had to admit, that when I looked at her. Knowing what her clothing concealed. It gave me feelings I had never felt before. Feelings in which I found a great deal of pleasure, with the keys in my pocket. Once back home I had my personal attorney put a package containing one of Paula’s chastity belt key in his safe. The locks were all keyed alike. Each lock came with two keys. Paula had given me all of the keys. So there was no doubt in my mind that she was one hundred per cent honest with me.

Paula and I did many things together and went many places together. On each occasion, as I looked at Paula, not only was she a fantastically beautiful woman. But I knew that whatever she wore. There was her stainless steel panties locked on her.

I was surprised when Paula took a great interest in my guns. I taught her to shoot and instructed her in how each weapon functioned. Paula proved to be a very apt student. She had never been around guns. So she did not have any bad habits to unlearn.

Then one evening with Paula dressed in full chastity equipment. She told me that executions in Texas were carried out with lethal injections. I agreed. Paula then said that if I ever did her like Clark had done her. She would murder me in a way that could not be proven that she did it. Then make a deal with the prosecutor to give a full confession, if she could go for her lethal injection in full chastity.

I lay beside her as she went to sleep with all that stainless steel locked to her body. Things I would have normally taken off of her. The thought of her dying while wearing it, gave me feelings that I would have never imagined. It would be the ultimate bondage and discipline experience. The bondage and discipline Paula and I had come to enjoy very much together.

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