Chapter 1

Jamison sat quietly reading, and listening to the stereo as the soft sensuous melody of Pachelbel's Kanon played at the threshold of his hearing. On the table at his side rested a tray with an ice bucket. In the bucket, chilling rested a bottle of champagne. A half filled glass of champagne sat beside the ice bucket. He took a sip. The champagne trickled down his throat like the sweetest nectar from a virgin girl's sex. He smiled to himself, as he thought of the coming evening.

Tap Tap

The sharp noise of something hard tapped at the door. Jamison put his book aside, and rose to his feet. He strolled to the door and looked through the peephole. Outside his door stood a woman dressed in a calf length black skirt, a bright crimson blazer with gold buttons. The two-inch heels she wore on her feet made her just tall enough to be seen through the peephole in the door. Under the blazer he could see an ivory colored silk blouse with a high neck and around her throat he could see a pearl choker. Tiny pearl pendants dangled from her earlobes. She stood still as his gaze traveled from her toes to her face. Her eyes were closed! After a minute, the woman stepped to the door. So close that he knew her breasts were pressed against it. He waited another thirty seconds and then suddenly jerked the door open fully. So suddenly did he jerk open the door that the woman was startled and for a moment Jamison thought she would open her eyes, but she caught herself. Jamison stepped to the side and the woman strode six paces forward and stopped. Her hands, one of which held a black purse hung at her sides and she waited patiently for what was to come.

Softly, on silent feet, Jamison tiptoed around the woman studying her as he went. When he had circled her twice he reached for and took from her hand the purse she had been holding. He opened it! Inside was a small black jewelry box. It was of a size to hold a woman's necklace. He opened the box! The box held a set of twelve, six-inch long stainless steel skewers. They were highly polished and the sharp points glinted in the dim light from the reading lamp. Each of the skewers had a blue glass bead at one end. The faceted beads twinkled in the lamplight.

Take off your shoes: whispered Jamison softly, and the woman bent and undid the ankle straps that held the each shoe to her feet. She placed the shoes side by side and about a foot ahead of her toes. She had long feet and Jamison resisted the urge to step on her toes. The night was young though and Jamison wanted to use the little toys in the jewelry box. Spread your legs apart, ordered Jamison. The woman moved her feet apart as wide as her shoulders. Wider commanded Jamison. The woman spread her feet apart as wide as her skirt would allow and waited. Jamison continued to observe the woman.

The blazer had been open and now Jamison reached around the woman, taking the blazer by the lapels he peeled the jacket down the woman's arms. She shivered with a tingle of fear, as Jamison continued to study her. He could see through the sheer fabric of her blouse. He could see that she wore no bra and her nipples were erect with anticipation. The blouse buttoned up the back and Jamison now set to work unbuttoning her blouse from her neck to her waist. From behind her, he pushed the now unfastened blouse forward and let it slide down her arms dangling from the waistband of her skirt. Jamison next unbuttoned the skirt and slid the zipper down her thigh. The zipper opened the skirt to mid thigh, and was only held around her waist by the tension created by her spread legs. The waistband was now too loose and her blouse, which until now hung like an apron, slipped free and plummeted to the floor. Above her waist she now wore only the pearl choker and her earrings, her skirt and jewelry were all that clung to her body. Jamison slid his hands under the woman's arms and slid them up to cup each ample breast, lifting them and feeling their weight. He moved his hands so he could grasp her nipples. He milked them, gently at first and then more roughly. A slight grunt issued from the woman as he brutally pinched her already erect and turgid nipples.

Walking around her, Jamison stood in front of her, his strong hands reached out and he placed a flat hand against each side of her face. He drew her toward him forcing her off balance and making her take a step. What did you do; asked Jamison. The woman answered: I have sinned against you, by moving, Sir. Remember it: muttered Jamison, and now he moved his thumbs to push against her lower jaw forcing her mouth open. With the fingers of his left hand he grasped her nose and pulled her face upward, while the fingers of his right hand were then trust into her mouth in a brutal exploration that touched the back of her throat forcing her to gag. The fingers retreated a little and the woman made a great effort to breathe through her nose. She knew that gagging or biting her Master would draw dire punishment. Jamison pushed his fingers under and over her tongue, inside her cheeks and once again into the back of her throat. This time, she coughed slightly as she fought the reflex of gagging. With her eyes still tightly closed she did not see the smile on Jamison's face as he continued to explore her mouth. When he had finished exploring her mouth, he slipped his saliva soaked fingers between her legs and between the lips of her swelling vulva. Her sex was wet and his fingers slipped into her vagina. He withdrew his fingers and lifting them to his face sniffed, his fingers, wet with a mixture of his saliva and the moisture within the folds of her womanhood gave off a tantalizing aroma. Walking back to his chair, he savored the aroma of this woman. Turning, he sat and watched the woman as she stood waiting for what was yet to come.

Step forward, ordered Jamison! In order to take this step, the woman moved her legs together and her skirt, tension released slid silently to the floor. She was completely naked now. Jamison sat and watched the suspense that was building in his new toy. She stood silently as he watched her.

Her clothing in a puddle around her feet, and her eyes closed she waited patiently, concentrating on the smallest of sounds. She had arranged to meet this man for their first playtime and did not know for sure what he would do to her. She was ready for anything and had given him a 48-hour contract. The contract, which she had signed gave him the right to do anything he wished to her, no matter how painful and permanent it might be. In theory she had given him the right to kill her if he wished but she was sure he would never do more than hurt her in ways that when Monday morning came, wouldn't be noticed by the most dedicated Vanilla Female Doctor. This man excited her. He had described some of the things he enjoyed doing, and the thought of him doing them to her had made her beg him for a scene between them.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear the low voice that ordered her to stand in front of him. When she had placed her bare toes against the tips of his shoes, he said; come closer! She was forced to move her feet apart and straddle his knees. His hands grasped her hips and pulled her forward until she could feel his chair against her shins. She felt him press his thighs outward against the inside of hers, forcing her legs open even wider. His hands began a slow slide up her left thigh. Closer and closer the hand between her legs came to her sex. She could feel moisture leaking from her as his extended thumb entered her. His hands were warm and excited her. Now the hands began to slide back down her thigh to once again begin their journey up her right thigh. This time the thumb did not invade her vagina but began working it's way into her anus. She was on fire, as he forced his thumb into her. It hurt because she had not been properly lubricated back there but she endured it. The slight pain of the invading thumb made her even more excited and she wished that he would fuck her, hard and fast right now. But it was not to be! This one would take two days and when he finally finished her, she knew it would be one of the most intense experiences she had ever had.

He reached around her body and took one cheek of her ass in each hand. He began to pull her open with strong fingers jammed into her. Pulling, until she felt the hiss of gas escaping from her. It embarrassed her for him to force this to happen but she had followed his instructions for this meeting and her bowels were clean and empty. He smiled because he knew what she was feeling and indeed had planned for it to happen. Gruffly, he told her that she had farted on his fingers and she would have to be punished. Step back! As she did, he rose from the chair and turned her around. Pushing her to the desk, he bent her naked body over the desktop and with his open hand began to slap her ass hard and fast. The sting of it was driving her mad but she held still until some minutes and many slaps later he suddenly stopped. She heard a zipper and immediately felt his penis begin to penetrate her. His penis was large but it seemed to have been lubricated because it pressed into her and easily went in until she could feel his male hair pressed against her ass. She could feel his prick pulse inside her and thought he was cumming, but he continued to spasm for long minutes. She was beginning to get used to him being in there when abruptly he withdrew until just tip of him was still in her. Then he lunged and drove himself into her as deeply as he could. She knew that this time he was filling her with his semen. She hoped she wouldn't leak.