Chapter One
I was unbelievably nervous as I parked my car in the nearest side street, squeezing it into a free space, before I locked it and walked along the cracked pavement towards the address I had been given. Part of me wanted to turn and drive off again and I could feel my palms sweating despite the bitter wind that was blowing straight into my face. I checked the next street sign as I turned the corner and found that I was in the right road and my heart started to thump quicker. The numbers counted down and then I was ascending the three little steps up to the door and ringing the bell of number thirty-seven.
As I waited, resisting the temptation to turn and run, I thought about life and how it had led me down this path. I had found school easy and university even easier as I had only had to attend a few lectures each week to earn my degree. I had then gone straight into a teacher training course, married half way through that and then taught successfully for many years, strolling effortlessly through life before tragedy had struck with the death of my wife, Lindsey, from cancer at just forty-two. That had been a year earlier and since then, I had been struggling to cope. Financially, I was well off, having received a large payout from my wife's life insurance but mentally, despite visiting a few counsellors, I was in trouble. I had reduced my teaching hours to just the odd day per week and spent most of my time walking around aimlessly or staring blankly at the inane television programmes on cooking and houses that littered the screen during the long daylight hours.
I had started to surf the net though, becoming increasingly adept at navigating through the web of intriguing sites, especially the ones devoted to erotica. It had always been an interest of mine although Lindsey had not shared it and so I had kept my secret desires hidden away like most men do, tucked safely in the very back of my mind, emerging only when I was masturbating. Our sex life had been okay although not very exciting and I had always felt jealous of those people who were brave enough to be different...or alternative as it was called on most of the sites. Now I was going to experience my first alternative experience and my throat went dry, the contents of my text message flickering through my mind, as the door slowly opened.
"Come in and kneel for your mistress!" snapped a well-modulated voice and I stumbled into the interior of the house, feeling my cheeks redden instantly. I obeyed the woman's command as the front door shut behind me, sinking down onto my knees and automatically bowing my head as I waited for her to give me another instruction. Instead, she stood there and I peeped out at her thigh-high leather boots, cock stiffening at the thought of what lay just above them. Was she watching me in turn? Assessing me to see if I was worthy of her? What did she think of my lean frame and dark hair that had just started to silver at the sides?
"Your tribute, slave!" the woman suddenly announced and I blushed, feeling stupid for having forgotten as I fumbled the notes out of my pocket and held them out. Her hand, gloved in black leather, swooped down like a bird of prey and the money vanished before she barked at me to crawl after her. I felt so ashamed as I obeyed and yet oddly uplifted too. I followed her swaying buttocks, feasting my eyes on them through her leather skirt as she ascended the stairs gracefully whilst I crawled behind, trying to ignore the pain in my knees.
"Stay on your knees, slave, whilst I establish a few ground rules!" the woman stated coldly when we reached one of the rooms off a large landing. I inched my head up cautiously and knelt up, hearing my bones crack slightly as I moved. The stark blackness of her outfit melded perfectly with my fantasies and with her bobbed black hair. I caught sight of eyes the colour of emeralds staring down at me and I dropped my own gaze quickly then hissed out in pain as her gloved hand shot out and slapped me round the face.
"I did not say that my new slave could look at his mistress. Keep your eyes down on the floor!" she snapped as she sat down in a chair in front of me, leather skirt creaking gently and arousing me strangely. "Remember, slave, you are on trial here and if you do not please your mistress then she will not see you again!"
"Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress," I mumbled, blushing furiously with shame as I voiced the words although excitement leapt in my heart. The all too brief vision of her lovely face stayed in my memory as I tried to work out her age, eventually deciding that she was in her late twenties or early thirties possibly. A good ten years or more younger than me anyway!
As she crossed her legs, I heard the soft susurration of her stockings brushing against each other and my cock hardened even more, pressing uncomfortably against the front of my trousers. I somehow resisted the temptation to glance up, keeping my eyes focused on the carpet as she started to list the rules that I must obey if I was going to please her. I wondered if she was reading them off the email I had sent her earlier in the week when she had asked me for my thoughts and desires on how our first meeting should go although there were some slight variations and then, towards the end, some additions of her own. When she came to the end, I eagerly agreed to follow them, blurting out my desire to please her then I recoiled in surprise as her hand whipped across my face one more, slapping my cheek hard.
"One of my rules was that you should only speak when spoken to, slave, wasn't it? You have just broken that one within seconds so I am very displeased with you already! I will now punish you by ensuring that you cannot speak again while you are with me until I want you to. Stand up and open your mouth wide!" she snapped, rising gracefully from the chair.
I rose up slowly, knees aching after taking my weight for so long. As I stood there waiting, it gave me the first real opportunity to look at her clearly. She was petite, a good foot shorter than me, yet everything was in perfect proportion to her size. Her breasts pushed out against the thin black top she was wearing and I swallowed hard, wondering if I would see them and get the chance to worship her nipples with my tongue. As her hand moved up towards me, I took in her heart-shaped face and her lips, as red as blood, and I hoped that I would feel their soft succulence against my flesh at some time that day. Her eyes glinted with excitement and suppressed desire and I realised that she was enjoying humiliating me and that made me even more excited as she pressed a ball gag into my mouth then buckled it adeptly into place.
"That should improve your manners!" she stated with a little smile playing upon her lips. "While this should stop you peeking at your mistress!"
The blindfold slid over my face and covered my eyes, blanking out my vision completely and I shivered, fear suddenly slithering through my senses as my sight was taken away. Her hands grasped my wrists and drew them behind my back and cold steel enclosed my flesh, trapping my hands in place and making me helpless; something that excited me tremendously yet also frightened me too. I was now in her power completely; just as I had requested and yet it was such a massive and irrevocable step to take. There was nothing I could do but to submit and to endure...everything I had wanted all my life and yet been too scared and embarrassed to ask for! Now the moment had come and all I could do was shiver with fear as I waited to see what my mistress would do.
"I do like my slaves to feel very vulnerable," she whispered in my ear suddenly and the soft touch of her hand on my shoulder made me jump. Her fingers slid slowly down and then started to unbutton the crisp cotton and I sighed out into the gag in delight as they traced their way inside and touched my flesh, stroking teasingly over my nipples. She pushed my shirt off my shoulders then uncuffed me swiftly to remove it before restraining me once more then returning to teasing my nipples, laughing gently as they hardened under her touch.
"Pleasure already, slave? Yet you have done nothing to deserve it, have you?" her voice murmured, wafting into my ears like a sweet summer breeze. Then, I was hissing out my agony into the gag as her nails gripped my nipples and twisted them cruelly while she coldly informed me that all I deserved was pain until I had learned instant and utter obedience. Her nails continued to torment my flesh and my nipples throbbed painfully whilst bolts of excitement raced through my nervous system and made my cock as hard as iron. Her fingers slid away eventually and then I was awash with pleasure as I felt the softest brush of her lips across my engorged buds; just a millisecond of delight and yet it made all the pain seem worthwhile.
I froze as her hands slipped down my body until they encountered the waistband of my trousers. She brushed them over the front of my chinos, feeling the hardness of my erection poking out and then she skilfully unzipped my flies, undid the button and the material dropped to the floor. My briefs soon followed and I could feel the scarlet flush of my cheeks as she grasped my cock and manipulated it slowly, commenting that it was unseemly to be so aroused in her presence without her permission.
