For four weeks life on the island was almost routine, as far as living alone on an island can be. On fine days we walked over the hills and did a little filming of birds on their nests. When it was calm, we took the inflatable rubber dinghy around the coast to visit sites or film the seals. On the pre-visits to sites we used the petrol outboard engine to power the boat. The petrol engine is faster and has a longer range than the quiet electric motor we used when creeping up to the seal colony for filming. Louise learned to control the boat as part of her 'sound assistant' duties and became quite competent. On one particularly nice calm day we went all the way round the island, spent some time fishing and had a picnic lunch. When off the southern tip of the island she found it quite awe inspiring to know there was only water between our little rubber boat and the Americas.

Wet days were spent doing chores around the house, mending gear and doing some improvements to the living conditions. On occasion I went out alone and left Louise in the house cooking or cleaning. Our sex life became varied both in times and techniques. Wet days when we were in the house we fucked at anytime. On filming or walking days when we arrived home tired we waited until bedtime or the next morning. At first she just permitted me to fuck her, laying there and accepting what happened but showing no enthusiasm. Later she began to respond positively although she never initiated anything.

One thing that spiced our technique. Unbeknown to Louise I had brought along her library of Black Lace books and about a week after our arrival I brought them out and made her read the first one out loud while we lay in bed. This off course had the effect of making us hornier and we tried some of the positions the heroines had been forced to. Sub-consciously I think Louise wanted to be made to do these things. Things she wouldn't do of her own violation.

One evening it took a new turn. Louise was a bit upset with something that wasn't going right. She was only trying to mend a tear but the material just tore more. In the end she threw it across the room. Realising what she had done she turned to me with open mouth. "Ooops. Sorry. That wasn't serious enough for punishment was it?"

"Oh, yes," I smiled, "Not very serious but definitely deserves a spanking."

"No, please, no."

I cleared the table and told her to lean over it. Again she pleaded to be excused this time. "Get over the table or it will be the flogger and not my hand, Lou." Reluctantly she moved to comply with my instructions. She hadn't worn any of the restraints since the first day so I just fastened her wrists to the table legs with lengths of cloth. I didn't tie them tightly so she could have freed herself if she wished. They were only token restraints. Baring her arse, I began to spank her first with rapid strokes then as the blush on her flesh increased slowed the pace and would have concentrated more on her sex organs had it not been for her period and it was rather messy around that area. Even so the spanking seemed to have provoked some response within her and certainly it had provoked me. We had read about anal sex in her books. Usually the heroine was forced to submit to a prick 12 inches long and 3 thick. Mine was more normal being only 7 inches and only 1-1/4 thick. Having her bend over the table with her arsehole in full view, I decided now was the time to find out what anal sex was like. Taking a jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet, I greased her hole and my cock.

As soon as she had an inkling of my intentions Louise started to struggle vigorously. I whacked her arse again. "Stay still. It is time we at least tried this. Relax, it is not supposed to hurt as much that way. I'll take it easy and see how it goes. Gay's do it all the time so it can't be that bad."

Slowly I pushed my cock at her entrance. Gradually she relaxed and I was able to enter. Once past the opening, I was able to push all the way in and began slowly to fuck her and at the same time massaged her clit to stimulate her too. I found it an enjoyable experience but Lou said that while it wasn't too painful she didn't really enjoy it. Given time I thought that perhaps she would.

We had been on the island about four weeks when it happened. The weather was dry if overcast, with a little breeze. We'd had a long, tiring trip out in the inflatable the previous day so when I decided to take a walk to the top of the cliffs to see how a couple of nests were faring, Louise pleaded to be left behind to do a few chores around the house. I was a little surprised at the request but we had begun to trust each other so I agreed.

Reaching a sheltered spot near the cliff top I settled down with my binoculars to watch the nests and also the diving gannets. Rory's boat was a few miles away and I could see him paying out his long fishing lines. It would take nearly an hour to get the several miles of baited line into the water. I had been there only about 45 minutes when I heard the faint sounds of an outboard motor. Puzzled I scanned the sea with the binoculars and picked up the unmistakable sight of my inflatable with Louise aboard wearing her red life jacket. She was trying to escape.

I began to panic. I doubted if she had filled the petrol tank after our long trip yesterday so there would only be enough fuel for part way to the mainland and secondly I knew she would have difficulty in controlling the boat once it was clear of the island and out if its lea. Fortunately I had the mobile phone with me. Did Rory have his? Dialing his number the phone rang and I noticed him look towards the cabin but carried on paying out line. I guessed he wouldn't answer it until all the line was out.

Concentrating on watching Louise she was making good progress shorewards. The water was choppier and the inflatable was bouncing more but she seemed in control. In a way I was pleased with the way she had learned to handle the boat. But did she remember to fill the petrol tank? The boat had now gone further than I expected. Perhaps she had but somehow I doubted it. Five minutes later I knew she hadn't.

I saw her trying unsuccessfully to re-start the engine. The boat was now at the mercy of the wind and waves and was being thrown about like a balloon. I dialed and re-dialed Rory's number. Still it went unanswered. Louise was now in rough water and being blown to the open water of the Bristol Channel. At last Rory answered the phone. I explained the situation. "I'm on my way lad. Aye guess you haven't been treating her right if she wants to escape this badly!"

The two boats were several miles apart but at least from my vantage point I could see both and direct Rory. It was half an hour later I saw him alongside the inflatable. I was surprised he didn't take Louise on board the boat but just took the inflatable in tow. It would be a very rough trip for Louise. The small dinghy bounced alarmingly. Louise struggled to hold on to the safety straps and I could see she was being sick.

Making my way back to the jetty, I awaited their arrival. The wind had increased so instead of tying up Rory threw me the painter from the inflatable and then backed away. "We're quits now," he yelled. I gave him the thumbs up sign.

Waiting until the dinghy was on the crest of a wave, I pulled it on the beach and helped Lou out. She was shivering and could not stand. Her legs were like jelly. Tying the boat to the pier, I lifted Louise over my shoulder and carried her to the house. She was now shivering uncontrollably and couldn't talk coherently. Hypothermia. I must get her warm I thought. In the house I stoked the fire, put the bricks in the oven and took off her soaked clothing. This took considerable effort as she couldn't do anything for herself and was shivering violently. After giving her a hard rub with dry towels, I managed to get her into the bed. I had to get her warm. Two of the bricks were warm enough to heat the bed a little. Her condition had me very worried. Should I call 999 and get the emergency helicopter? At that moment Louise's eyes opened and she whispered. "Sorry," before drifting off again. I decided to wait a few minutes.

Stripping off myself, I climbed on top of her hoping to use some of my body heat to revive her. Cuddling her I kept talking in her ear in case she could hear. Gradually the shaking eased and her eyes opened. She tried to speak but I put a finger across her lips and then kissed her. "Lie still for a while, Lou and let yourself warm up."

For a while she did just that. After another half hour or so I needed to tend the fire and at the same time exchanged the bricks for warmer ones. She seemed nearer to normal when I got back in bed and again lay naked on top of her. The warmth now from our bodies had the inevitable effect of giving me a hard-on but I made no attempt to have sex with her. I kissed her and as I withdrew she put a hand round my neck and pulled my lips back to hers. She then slid her hand down to my cock and inserted it in her vagina. That was a real surprise. This was the first time ever that she had taken the initiative. Was she actually attracted to me or was this a move to mitigate her punishment? After a gentle fuck we lay side by side arms wrapped around each other.

"Why Lou? You had me really worried - I thought you were a goner. Why? Why? Why? I thought you had begun to enjoy life here. I thought we had at least become used to each other and had begun to live together without too many problems."

"I'm sorry Eric. Very sorry. I wasn't trying to escape from Alcatraz as you probably think. I was coming back. I know I didn't work it all out and caused you a lot of agro and heartache as well as causing myself a lot of pain and unpleasantness. I'm so sorry, I expect you will want to whip me again."

"Lou, I don't WANT to whip you but you did cause a great deal of trouble not only to me but to Rory as well. He had to leave his fishing just to find you and bring you back. I nearly called out the search and rescue helicopter but luckily I had stopped on the cliff top instead of going right across the island and the visibility was good so I could see you and direct Rory to your position. Had that not been the case you could have been blown right out to sea and gone forever. I didn't want to lose you. I've become very attached to having you here not as an indentured servant but as a friend and companion. In fact Lou, I love you."

Lou began sobbing again. "I did it for you," she cried, "I did it for you. I planned it but it seems not well enough. I deliberately didn't go with you this morning as I thought you would be out all day and I could slip to Llannryn and return before you came back."

"Why, Lou? Why?"

"Oh well, I guess I'll be whipped anyway so you might as well know the whole story. I found out it was your birthday in three days time so I thought I would get you a present. You have never given me any money of my own but I knew there was some in your old jacket pocket so I borrowed it. I intended to pay it back later and I will. Today the sea seemed fairly calm and I thought I could handle the boat well enough for the distance between here and Llannryn. I just assumed there was enough petrol in the tank to get me there and back. I don't know what I was going to buy but I wanted it to be a surprise. So there you have it. I stole money, I stole the boat, I caused you a lot of pain, I caused Rory a great inconvenience. I was punished for it by the journey back so please take that in consideration when deciding how much to whip me."

"Lou, I am not going to whip you. Before your punishments have always been because you lost control of yourself. This time you made a conscious decision to do something. Something you thought was a good idea, something you thought would please me. It went badly wrong because you thought you knew more than you did. It was your lack of knowledge. In a way I cannot blame you for that. You were punished by the sea but I will punish you too tomorrow. You will have to clean the inside of the inflatable of all the mess you made in it! I wonder why Rory didn't get you into his boat?"

As if to answer my question the mobile phone rang. It was Rory. "How's the lass then?" he enquired, "Was she trying to escape your clutches?"

"No, Rory, she's seems to be recovering but she was so cold when she came in I couldn't stop her shivering. Shivering has stopped now and she is awake again. And, no, she wasn't trying to get away, she was heading for Llannryn to get me a birthday present. Can you believe that?" She didn't check the fuel before she left. Why didn't you take her onboard your boat?

"Och aye, I tried well enough but she was too afeared to let go of the safety straps. Mind you there was a wee swell on oot there."

Louise tapped my arm and indicated she wanted a word. She thanked Rory which I thought was something she would not have done a few weeks ago and then went on to apologize to him for the trouble she has caused. I was amazed. I hadn't asked her to do it.

Rory said, "It's okay lass, now him and me are quits. You ask him later. When's his birthday then?"

"Two days time, Thursday."

"Can he hear what I am saying?"

"No."

"I'll see if Nancy will bake a cake and if the weather's not too bad we'll bring it over as a surprise. See yer then. Bye."

"What did he say?" I enquired.

"He said to say, that you're now quits. What's that all about?"

"Oh, I saved his life a while back when his foot got caught in the long line and he was pulled overboard. Now he saved yours in return. We are now quits.

"I have to pee," Louise murmured.

Louise slid her legs to the floor and then found she was still too shaky to stand. I helped her to the loo and sat beside her. One again our piss mingled on its way to the heap below. Louise spoke. "Eric, while I was in the boat and again as I lay here shivering in the bed, I thought I was going to die and my mind wandered through my life, my past life of trying to dominate and control everyone to my wishes. Of being unpleasant and rude. I thought I was on top but in reality I was lonely and unhappy. No one liked me. No one did things for me because they wanted to. When you first took charge of me I hated it. Apart from being a very painful experience, I had lost control of my life. When we came here, I did think of it as a prison but in the past few weeks I have learned there is a freedom here. I don't have to keep up appearances, don't have to put on a show, don't have to spend hours deciding what clothes to wear. I have had to work to live and make life more comfortable. If I didn't get fuel in, there would be no fire, if I didn't prepare food we wouldn't eat. I know you help with those things too so its been a partnership. Even though I am an indentured servant, for the last week or two it hasn't felt like it. You allowed me to go off on my own, to choose what we would eat and all sorts of little things like that. You were right just now when you said we were living together more harmoniously. I was happier than I have been all my life. That is why I wanted to get you a gift, even if it was just a token one. Eric, can I ask you a favour?"

"Go ahead, Lou."

"Will you extend my indenture period indefinitely?"

"Lou, that sounds like a marriage contract. Are you proposing to me? Here while we piss together?"

"Yes, I suppose I am."

"Lou, provisionally I will say yes. I do love you but I don't want it to be that you were forced to make this proposal because of the circumstances. It is one thing to live together on an island like this, quite another in the 'real world' where we have to interact with other people. People who will know you for what you were. I know it is an odd way round by what most people would consider normal but then our relationship hasn't fallen into that category all along, what I suggest is that I provisionally say yes now and you ask me again two months after your indenture period ends to confirm it. I know I have made you to do a lot of things but this is for life and I don't want you even to feel forced into it."

Tears welled in Louise's eyes again. "You don't really want me do you? You think I will go back to being my old self."

"Lou, I would like nothing better than to marry you and I think we could make a go of it. It is just I want you to have a real choice not one made because of circumstances. And you know that if you were with me and you started to return to your old bad tempered ways, how you would be treated. Contract or no, your arse would be sore."

She kissed me. "Okay, I will ask again on September 4th."

"I guess that must be one of the strangest situations for a marriage proposal," I said, "The pair of us sitting here pissing naked in a smelly bog. Can't be many couples like us. Come, let me help you back to bed while I cook some food."

Soon after 6 o'clock the phone rang again. It was May. She usually phoned at weekends when the rates were cheaper and while she always enquired about Louise she never spoke directly to her. "How is she?" she said.

"Oh you know Louise, she's lying in bed expecting me to wait on her." Louise picked up a pillow and made as if to throw it at me. "Actually you don't know Louise she's ....."

"Rory phoned," May cut in.

"Oh, right. She is in bed as I said and although she seems very tired, she's okay. Look, I think it is time for you to talk to her."

"I don't know if she or I are ready for that," she said.

"We'll soon find out." I gave the phone to Louise.

"Hello Mum, how are you?"

They talked pleasantries for a few minutes and then Louise asked me to leave the room as she wanted to talk to her mother in private. I continued to cook the tea out of earshot. Five minutes later Louise called out, "We're done now."

"What was all that about," I enquired.

"Just wanted to try and make things up a bit." I suspected that wasn't the whole truth but I didn't say anything.

Thursday came. Overcast but calm. Lou wakened me with her rendition of Happy Birthday Old Man. The big three oooh day etc. At midday I heard a motor boat and was surprised when Rory turned up with Nancy, May and Ernie. Not only did they arrive but brought all sorts of goodies so instead of our ordinary midday lunch we had a real birthday party. Louise had part organised it with Rory, and Rory called May who got Ernie to drive her over.

They were all amazed at the difference in Louise. She hugged her mother and begged her to forgive what she had done. May's face was still a little swollen and she had an odd slant to her mouth but was no longer in too much pain and as able to do her cleaning job again. She told us Ernie had been a great help while we were away and I gathered he spent a lot of time at her house.

All too soon it seemed they had to leave and we were left to our own devices again. It is at such times when the atmosphere goes flat after a high, that depression can set in. Louise was quiet.

"Thanks, Louise that was the best birthday I've had for a long while."

"I didn't do much," she said, "You have to thank Nancy for most of the organisation."

"Come here," I said.

"Is that an order master?"

"Yes."

We kissed and went to bed tired but happy.

Epilogue

We left Bornholm on July 6th. I had given Louise her indenture papers on the 4th but the weather was too bad to return to Shropshire. Life was a little difficult for her particularly during the first few weeks at home when all the people she met knew her as her old self and treated her as the person she was but we had expected that and I tried to be with her as much as possible. She joined the naturalist's club and found that just from the few weeks observations and reading on the island, she could converse with and understand other members on animal and bird life. She was especially keen on sea birds.

We returned to Bornholm towards the end of August to film some of the final stages of the chicks we had seen hatch earlier. One morning she was up early even though it was raining hard. After making a pot of tea she dragged me out of bed and down to the loo. We sat, as we often did these days, side by side on the seat. She said, "Do you know what today is?"

Puzzled, I struggled to think whether is was the day of the week or the day of the month she was asking. I shook my head.

"Its September 4th." The date started to ring a bell but I couldn't remember why.

"You said that two months after my indenture finished I could ask you again to marry me, so as we sat here last time I am asking you again. Will you marry me?"

"Of course dear." Naked we kissed, fondled and returned to bed to consummate our agreement.

The End