Inheritance Ch. 07

Eva and I had been involved for over six months, when I asked her to marry me. Elizabeth and Jane had to be away for the weekend so there were only the two of us in that big house.

She went quiet. And after a time when I was sure my heartbeat could be heard right through the house, she told me she needed to think about it. Eva took a couple of days but at the end of the next week she agreed to marry me.

Then there was the 'meeting of the parents'.

Eva's dad's family are Austrian nobility who left the 'old country' in 1936 before it all kicked off with Hitler. Eva had told me that before and that they still have links back to Austria and property there. What she had never bothered to mention was that after her grand-father died her dad inherited his father's title – he's a duke or a Graf or something really impressive like that - although he's as English as they come. He's a good sort apart from the fact he's an Arsenal supporter. Her mum is just stunning, Audrey Hepburn stunning, you know? We met for the first time at their house by the Thames in west London, then they came up to Thrallthorpe which was where I asked him if I could marry Eva. It was all a bit formal – dinner jackets and the best crystal - I guess, but it felt right.

The wedding wasn't a huge affair, neither Eva nor I are particularly religious people so we went with a civil ceremony. The guest list was small because we knew a lot of the same people from working at Allitt's. It would have been a lot bigger what with Eva's dad being a Graf and all, but Eva's mum took an axe to the guest list which cut the numbers down quite a lot, and she did it with a strange kind of glee too. I have the feeling she doesn't like all of the Hentzaus and Hapsburgs.

Now, I have never been married before but the whole thing was a lot of fun. As well as meeting all our friends again there were things that happened that were several 'laugh out loud' moments like seeing my mum and gran in all their wedding finery knowing that both of them were wearing smallish butt plugs (I'm not that cruel – and anyway theirs were smaller than the one Eva was wearing). I had been toying with nipple clamps for Eva but they would have showed with her dress. And while we were having the pictures taken the photographer insisted on us having one taken in front of grand-dad's boulder, (yep that one still makes me smile) and he took another one under the pergola where Jane likes to tied up too.

Our wedding night was unusual – well it was always going to be wasn't it? – but as well as being energetic, it was loving and celebrated the act of marriage and Eva's officially becoming a member of our family.

The next couple of years were - well, I'm going to say 'interesting', as we pushed ahead with our plans for the business and properties. Eva took on the Ethical Business role, and we travelled, had a lot of interesting experiences and met a lot of interesting people (shagged some of them) and the four of us fucked like bunnies. Then one day Eva found she was pregnant.

The excitement level at Thrallthorpe hit seismic levels as mum, gran and the management team pampered her and made preparations for the baby's birth. During one of her check-ups the doctor confided that she was concerned about Eva's ability to give birth naturally. Not overly so, she said, but enough that she suggested a caesarean. I was surprised when Eva emphatically refused the c-section. She told me later she didn't have a problem with piercings or welts but would be damned if she would mark herself with a birthing scar. I suppose I could have put my foot down and said something but you know – the wise man chooses which battles to fight.

The labour, as we had feared it might be, was not easy and though Elizabeth Jane was born a healthy and quite beautiful little girl, it meant Eva and I couldn't have any more children. But Liz - who was the cutest little button you could imagine - was doted on by her gran and her great gran (oh yeah, it took gran some time to get used to being a great grandmother, though my mum took to being a gran like a duck to water!) and Eva eventually recovered from the delivery. And while Liz was growing up things went back to normal – though there was a lot less nudity about the place than there had been, though there were still naked subs about when Liz wasn't.

And we went on with our lives with the business and the submission and bondage. Sadly my gran - Elizabeth - died, but when it happened she was surrounded by people who loved her and Liz her great grand-daughter grew up to be a beautiful woman, but that is another story.

The way I see it, the whole story – the Inheritance and all that went with it – just shows sometimes you just never see it coming.



And that's it! 'Inheritance' is done. Watch out for a sequel, and discover more about Liz Bailey, and a prequel, which will go back to how John Porter started it all, and hopefully correct some mis-perceptions. I hope you've enjoyed it, I know some of you did. Thank you all for your votes and your comments, but above all, thanks for reading.