A Perverse Paradise Ch. 01

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.

"I think I will have to teach this cock a harsh lesson, slave, in order to encourage you to keep yourself under control. This disgusting prick is leaking all over my lovely carpet!" she murmured, making me groan into the ball gag as her soft hands smeared my precome over my exposed glans. She fondled my hardness for a few seconds more and then her hands slipped away and I felt coldness pinch into my ankles after she had removed my trousers and briefs completely. My legs were forced wider as something was clipped into place and then a rope was connected from my wrist cuffs, tugging my hands up behind my back uncomfortably before my mistress buckled a stiff leather collar round my neck and tied the rope off securely.

"A spreader bar, slave, to keep your legs wide apart and now you are completely at my mercy... or lack of it. Perhaps I should leave you like this for an hour or so? I could go out shopping and then come back to find you still here waiting. I wonder if this leaky cock would still be hard then?"

I jolted slightly as her hand suddenly slapped my prick, making it bounce as a sliver of pain shot into my senses. More sharp slaps followed at irregular intervals, concentrating on my long shaft and making me flinch each time, much to her amusement judging from the little laughs I could hear slipping out from between her luscious lips. I fantasised about those ruby red lips sliding round the head of my prick as she spanked it and then I was hissing out in agony as her hand slapped my taut ball sac instead, whipping up between my legs and making me jerk forward in a futile attempt to protect myself.

"There is nothing you can do to stop me now, is there, slave? So helpless and I could do this all day. Such a lovely feeling when your balls judder under my hand. Maybe I should squeeze them instead?" she ended, fitting her actions to her words and I groaned into the gag, pain slicing into my senses like a knife until she released me.

Silence pervaded the room and I tried to listen for her breathing but there was nothing. Had she left me all alone as she had mentioned earlier? I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and craned my neck upwards, trying in vain to peep under the blindfold. Immediately, a harsh stinging pain erupted in my bottom and I staggered forward, nearly falling over at the unexpectedness.

"I did not tell you to move, slave!" she whispered in my ear before she made me shiver with delight as her tongue slowly licked along my lobe. "This recalcitrant cock still needs training in how to behave in the presence of its mistress, doesn't it?"

I hissed out in pain once more as she grasped my balls and squeezed again before she slipped something over my shaft and remarked, "A condom to catch all those nasty dribbles, slave!"

There was silence again but I dared not move, trying to prove to my mistress that I could be obedient and stand still until I was commanded to change position. My legs ached as a couple of minutes passed and then I felt her hands skim across the surface of my bottom cheeks,

"Such a nice taut arse, slave. White at the moment but now I am going to make it delightfully red... because I wish to! Do you understand that you are here to satisfy my whims? You may nod your head!"

I nodded, excitement coursing through my veins at the thought of being spanked by her. Every nerve ending seemed to be on high alert as I waited eagerly to feel the heat and sting in my flesh but she took her time, drawing out the moment and increasing my anticipation. Her hand connected a chain to the collar round my neck and then slipped it through a ring in the spreader bar and tightened it, pulling me forwards until I was bent over at the waist and in a thoroughly uncomfortable position. My breathing quickened as her hands returned, sweeping across my skin and then patting my cheeks lightly before, without any warning, she started to spank me in earnest. The palm of her hand met my buttock and matched the curve perfectly, imparting pain in a sweet sting that shot through my senses in a second and then up into my brain. Before I had fully assimilated the shock of that one, the next one landed just an inch or so away and then another and another until I was lost in a world of sharp pain and whipcrack noises. I could feel the heat slithering through my body and my cock pulsed in time with the hard smacks that rained down on my bare bottom cheeks as she switched target from one to the other, occasionally halting to comment on the reddening coloration of my skin.

I had no idea of the time as the spanks whipped down. All I could do was to grunt into the gag and try and ride the sweet pain as it surfed through my senses and up into my mind. Nothing else mattered but her hand meeting my cheeks and imparting delicious agony until she stopped at last and, to my surprise and delight, bestowed one soft kiss on each of my burning buttocks.

"Good slave. I think that you deserve a little treat after that," she murmured, reaching round and squeezing my cock shaft before she untied the chain that connected the collar to the spreader bar and then guided me down until I was lying flat on the floor with my arms squashed beneath me. Her fingers unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it out and I eagerly gasped in air and moved my aching jaws, relieved to be able to speak again. My joy was short-lived though as another gag slipped inside my mouth and was fastened tightly into place as my mistress announced with a short laugh, "Of course, your pleasure, slave, is in providing your mistress with pleasure! This lovely vibrating dildo gag will enable me to enjoy myself greatly while you can lie there and think about my sweet slit riding up and down on this big, black cock just above you. Perhaps you will be able to smell my excitement?"

I wished desperately that the blindfold would slip and allow me to see her pussy but she had arranged it too carefully for that and so all I could do was lie there and suffer in silence as I felt her weight start to press down on the end of the dildo. I stared out into the blackness of the blindfold and felt like crying in frustration as I visualised the beautiful scene above me. Her pink pussy lips opening like the petals of a flower as the fat head of the dildo pushed into her and the expression of ecstasy on her face as she was filled. If only it was my cock sliding into her heated tunnel! The scent of her body suddenly wafted up my nostrils and I breathed deeply, adding to my own agonised frustration as I became increasingly aroused. Soft squelching sounds slipped into my ears as she pushed down harder, squashing the other end of the dildo gag deeper into my mouth. I felt the vibrations tickle my lips as she switched the machine on and then she started to ride me hard and fast, bouncing up and down on the thick phallus whilst the scent of her arousal grew stronger and stronger. My head banged against the carpet as my mistress used me for her pleasure, grinding her hips down further, thighs clamping round my head as she eased towards her climax. Her breath echoed round the room as did her little cries and groans and then she was squealing out in lust and ramming her sweet pussy down as far as possible on the vibrating shaft inside her and I felt a shower of wetness cover my face. More of her love dew spattered onto my skin as she came and then her whole weight was pushing down on my head as she slumped over in exhaustion.

It was several minutes before my mistress moved and during that time, I lay there inhaling the sweet muskiness of her body and feeling the wetness of her pussy juice drying on my face. It was heaven and yet also hell as I could not touch her, just smell her delicious scent and fantasise about what she would taste like if my tongue was licking along her soaking slit. I felt her move above me and that tore me away from fantasy and back to reality. There was a soft, squelching sound as her wetness slithered off the impaling dildo and then, to my shame and delight, I was tasting her as she reversed the gag, pushing the slippery knob deep into my mouth, parodying fellatio as she thrust it in and out. Dark dreams of sucking a man stirred deep down in my mind as my mistress made me take more and more of the thick shaft before she pulled it out and removed my blindfold, smiling slightly as I blinked in the unaccustomed light. Her dark green eyes seemed to bore into my soul and read all my secrets and her smile widened as I blushed.

"Now you know what it feels like to be a girl taking a man's cock in their mouth, slave. Perhaps I will allow you to experience the reality one day?"

That thought stayed in my mind as she unfastened my legs and hands, removing all the restraints before bidding me to kneel up once more. My muscles complained bitterly as I assumed the correct position then I sighed as her hand closed around my erect shaft and slid the condom off. She held it up to the light and examined it then tipped it upside down as she told me to tilt my head upwards and to stay absolutely still. I swallowed nervously as she moved the condom over my face and then I was trying to obey her strictures as trails of spider silk precome dripped out and spiralled down through the air onto my skin. She moved the sheath slightly so that the droplets fell on my lips and then she smeared the slippery substance around with her fingers, staining me with my own secretions as she remarked that I should have controlled myself better. Her soft tongue slipped out from between her lips and licked along mine and I felt my cock pulse with pleasure at the thought of her tasting my essence.

"Time to pay homage to my boots, slave," she stated, moving away and sitting back down on her chair. She crossed her legs, showing an expanse of smooth thigh encased in black nylon as she told me to lick the toe of her boot to begin with. I bent forward and obeyed, running the tip of my tongue over the leather as she informed me that if I proved to be a satisfactory slave then I might get the chance to kiss her bare feet in future. A minute or so passed before she snapped at me to open my mouth wide and then she started to push the toe of her boot inside my mouth, stretching my jaws wider and wider while she smiled down at me, enigmatic green eyes swirling with secrets. She slid the boot in and out of my mouth for some time before she replaced it with the other one and by the time she pulled that one out, my jaws were aching abominably.

My mistress sat forward and placed both of her feet together as she commanded, "Slave, you will now play with yourself and come on my boots but only when I tell you. If you come before then I will have to punish you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," I replied, fear and excitement dancing through my body as I wondered how she would punish me. Would she spank my bottom again? The thought of that made me shiver with delightful anticipation and made my cock pulse with life as I slowly started to slide my fingers up and down the shaft. Within a few moments, I was fighting off the desire to come because I was so aroused by all that had happened to me. I tried to go as slow as possible but my mistress snapped at me to be quicker, reaching out and slapping me sharply whenever I showed any tendency to slow down. I fought against my desire, clenching my arse cheeks as she started to count down from one hundred. I tried to think of anything but her beauty and utter mastery of me as her hypnotic voice eased down past fifty but I could not hold back long enough and my cock exploded as she reached twenty. Jet after jet of creamy spunk shot through the air and landed on her leather boots while I groaned as I felt as if my insides were being torn out. I had never come so much or for so long and I gasped and grunted as shudders of ecstasy raced through my flesh and into my soul.

"You disappoint me, slave! I had only just reached twenty when you spilt your seed all over my boots. Now lick it all up as I do not want them ruined by your come!"

"What?" I cried out in shock then instantly regretted it as her palm slapped me sharply round the face several times.

"Lick up the mess you have created, slave, while I think about what your punishment is going to be!" she stated coldly and her green eyes stared at me, bending me inexorably to her will. Swallowing hard and with my face scarlet, I eased my head down and started to lick and slurp up the slippery mess that covered her leather boots. It tasted slightly salty as it coated my tongue, dripping down to the back of my throat and pooling there before I gathered up the courage to swallow it down. There was an odd cloying taste that lingered in my mouth as I sucked and slurped up the creamy come, concentrating all my efforts on doing a good job so that I would get back into my mistress' good books.

"Stand up and bend over the bed, slave!" she announced when I had finished clearing up the mess I had made and I wearily got up, bones complaining at the effort. I moved across to the bed and bent over it, resting my palms on the duvet while I wondered how she was going to punish me. I did not have long to think about it as, after getting up from her chair, she picked up a cane and tapped it idly against my bare bottom cheeks.

"Twenty seconds early deserves twenty strokes, doesn't it, slave?" she whispered out into the silent air.

"Yes, mistress," I answered, knowing that I had to agree with my mistress despite my fear of being beaten with a cane.

"You will count the strokes and thank me after each one, slave," she added and then struck me immediately, hard and fast, catching me unprepared. I squealed like a girl and she laughed, tapping the thin rod against my arse as she waited for me to speak. I stammered out the requisite words then groaned as the cane whipped down once more, striking across my buttocks and imparting shards of pain into my senses. Again and again, the harsh wooden cane struck my flesh, leaving red weals while I obediently stayed bent over and continued to thank my mistress for beating me whilst I fought against the tears that threatened to flood from my eyes.

The final stroke cracked across my skin and the her hands explored my tortured flesh, stroking over the ridged welts before she bent down and kissed each cheek once, sending shivers of delight running through my body.

"Get dressed, slave, and then depart. These lovely marks will remind you of me throughout the following days!" my mistress remarked as she stepped away. Wearily and disappointedly, I complied with her orders, wishing that I could stay in her presence for longer. What else would she have done to me then? Would I have proved myself to be a better slave? One worthy of rewards rather than punishments? I hissed and flinched as I got dressed and she watched me dispassionately, smiling slightly at my discomfort before she led me back down the stairs and along the hall to the front door.

"Come here, slave," she whispered and I stepped closer, surprised to find her lips suddenly pressing against mine. Her tongue flickered in and out of my mouth like a snake's and then she released me and opened the door.

"Come back and see me soon," she added as I moved past her. "Farewell... Mr Wells!"

As the door slammed shut behind me, I whirled round in surprise and shock. How did she know my name? I had only ever used my first name, Adam, when communicating with her by text or email. I went to knock on the door to demand an answer from her then doubt crept into my mind and I wondered if I had misheard. Had there just been an echo of the farewell eddying into my ears as she had closed the door? That must be the answer, I decided, turning away from her door and walking slowly and stiffly towards where I had parked my car.