Chapter 1

Tessa's golden hair glistened in the sunlight; her day had just begun. School principals don't get much time to bask in the sunlight, so when a friend told her to take a vacation, argument was not in her vocabulary. The warm sand squished between her toes and the warm water bathed her up to the ankles.

Tessa was in her mid thirties, extremely young for a principal, but she still had no life of her own. Everything about this vacation was an adventure. She had always led such an uptight life, never straying from the beaten path. Now she was stranded on this island paradise, surrounded by 20-year-old men who were paid to cater to her every whim. Coming here was almost illegal, except for the fact that no one knew of the special activities except for their high paying customers. She had become one of these very high paying customers with the help of a well to do friend who said she needed a social life, despite her best attempts at avoiding one.

Tessa found herself falling for one of the attractive young employees. He was about 21 years of age and had to be just getting out of college. His name was Mark he was tall and blonde, very gentleman-like with blond curly hair that was cut just long enough to see a little of the curls. Mark immediately caught her eye the first night, when he seemed to actually be interested in what she was saying, like he understood her and was hoping to hear more; the other men just seemed to want to do their job.

Mark had been a very shy boy at one time; he sometimes regretted his little island get away. It was his place away from the Ivy League life at home. If his parents only knew what he had really been doing every summer vacation since his college life began, they would probably disinherit him. After all, what son of a governor would spend his time being used by women? In fact they paid him. It wasn't like he needed the money, but he was something of a prostitute, working with a group of other young men to pleasure the guests of this hotel.

Mark had noticed Tessa right away. She didn't look like the usual type to come to this hotel, or even this island; she looked too prim and proper for that. She looked well dressed when she had walked onto the shore from the boat, with her blonde hair wrapped up in a bun, much like a teacher. Mark immediately latched onto her, and as he gave her a tour of the island, he worked to keep her attention focused solely only on him. He did not want to share this one with anyone else.

That was not a good thing; in this line of work getting attached to the clientele could be painful. He did not mind sharing the normal riffraff that floated through here; they weren't anything special, many weren't even good. He just enjoyed the fact that he could fuck them any way that he wanted. Even though he was the prostitute, once a woman picked the man she wanted, she became his slave for the rest of her visit. He always enjoyed thinking weird and perverse things to do to the women who chose him, especially the young skinny girls that came straight from school. He had his own assortment of chains and vibrators, and he would use them mercilessly.

For the most part the women enjoyed it. Mark had his own techniques to drive women crazy. Many times he would strap a vibrator in place, so that it would be pulsing directly on a women's clit, and then leave the room for hours at a time. Some women didn't start enjoying themselves till he pulled one of these twisted forms of torture on them, but by the time that he was done, many, became return customers.

It was Tessa's third day and she had yet to pick a man. He was still certain that it would be him, and within minutes of him having that thought, the phone rang. He knew who it was. He picked up the phone and slowly put the handset to his ear.

Tessa simply said two words before she hung up: "I'm yours."

When he heard those words, Mark grabbed his gym bag and walked out of the little room supplied to him by the hotel and over to her large room.

She was already waiting for him to take her, but he was going to force her to wait. He wanted the first time to be slow, he wanted her to taste all of him and not rush things. When he walked into the room, at first he said nothing. After a few minutes went by, with Tessa looking at him nervously, he said, "I hope that you know by choosing me, you have agreed to be my slave, and I hope that you know what that entails. If you do not do everything that I say, you will be forced to leave this lovely place."