The Encounter

For the third time he strolled along the same stretch of gravel path through the park, trying to appear calm on the outside whilst his mind raced wildly and his respiration was shallow and extremely rapid. The cause of his excitement sat casually on the bench 100 metres ahead, legs crossed, relaxed reading a magazine.

“You’re going to have to make your mind up soon” he said to himself. It was like jumping out the door of the plane on your first parachute jump; he wanted to do it, he knew he should do it but could he bring himself to actually do it? As he approached the bench his eyes were riveted on the black 5″ stiletto heels which were silhouetted against the pale pink colour of the gravel. He couldn’t tear his gaze away – they were just so sexy. If he had managed to divert his gaze upwards from the spike heeled boots he would have noticed that their owner and wearer was also extraordinarily attractive. Her long blonde hair was in beautiful condition and hung down close to her waist. She wore a knee-length black leather hobble skirt and a tight-fitting white silk blouse which caressed her small but shapely breasts.

Unusually, for it wasn’t that cool a day, she was also wearing a tight-fitting pair of black kidskin gloves which contrasted markedly with her white top, the sleeves of which were buttoned down to the wrists. “OK, this time there’s no walking past” he whispered under his breath. Then, after 20 or 25 more strides, he sat down at the other end of the bench. He lifted his briefcase onto his knees and started to rummage through it as though looking for something, although in reality it was only a delaying tactic. As he closed the briefcase he could feel his hands trembling lightly; he half turned and spoke to The Vision sat next to him.

“Look, I’ve never done this before” he said, more confidently than he expected, “but I think you’re absolutely gorgeous!”
She half lowered her magazine and turned towards him, fixing his gaze confidently with her bewitching green eyes.
“Done what before?” she questioned.
“Er… approached a strange woman” he stuttered.
“Are you calling me strange?” she teased.
“No, no of course not” he managed to blurt out, feeling an embarrassed warmth in his cheeks. Why was it going so horribly wrong he thought, gazing self-consciously at his shoes.
“You’re right by the way – I am gorgeous” she rejoined, with a twinkling smile which just about melted him.
“I know this is a bit forward but … would you like to go for a drink?” he asked hopefully. The Vision glanced deliberately at her watch, put her magazine down in her lap and stretched her arms skywards in a confident, luxuriant gesture.
“Why not?” she replied after what seemed an eternity and his heart raced again.
” I know a good bar that’s quite close ” she said, as she packed her magazine in her bag and strolled casually down the hill, her heels clacking noisily on the path. The sound was like music to him as he hurried along in her wake.

She looked him up and down as he stood at the bar waiting to be served – bum’s not bad but a bit skinny for my taste. Never mind, he’ll do. She crossed her legs so the pointed toe of her boot hung close to the other chair. As he sat down and started to chat in a hurried, nervous voice she let the toe very, very gently caress his shin. The entrapment had begun!
Lucy, for that was The Vision’s name, drank quickly so that he was obliged to do the same.
“Nothing like some alcohol to lower the inhibitions and raise the libido.” she thought.

Next time he went to the bar she casually undid one more button on the front of her blouse and as he talked she leaned forward eagerly, giving him the merest glimpse of the top of her breasts. As the evening wore on he could feel his passion steadily growing. She was just so perfect – luxuriant ash blonde hair, beautiful challenging eyes, an exquisite body, great conversationalist and the icing on the cake, those boots! He had always had a love for high spike heels for as long as he could remember and especially spike heeled boots. There was just something about them that shouted SEX to him and he invariably got very turned on just at the sight of them. However, before this evening he had never had the nerve to approach a lady wearing such footwear completely out of the blue.

Now here he was sat in a bar with this stunning lady who was gently rubbing his calf under the table with the same sharp, 5″ heel that he had spotted from a long way away, some three hours earlier.
“This place is a little smoky for me – would you like to call a taxi and we can go to my flat?” she asked casually. “Yes, sure” he replied, as casually as he could, while his brain screamed,
“Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening!”
As he went outside to hail a cab she leaned back in her chair, smiled and licked her lips. A very pleasant tingling was running through her groin as she made her plans. In the cab she made sure the fly was well and truly trapped in her web! His particular interest in her boots was blatantly obviously so, bringing her face to within inches of his, she softly breathed,
“As you evidently like my boots so much I want you to caress my calves through the soft leather while I kiss you”.
He inhaled, ready to refute her allegation, but quashed the thought almost as soon as it was formed. As his eager hands did as they were bidden she put her full, soft lips tantalisingly close to his and gently ran the tip of her tongue round the outside of his lips, whilst simultaneously gripping his upper arms with surprisingly strong fingers. Her thumbs dug painfully into his biceps as she controlled the movement of his upper body. He responded by kissing her back passionately as the intoxicating scent of her perfume enveloped him. He wanted her so badly, he must have her, he must, he must. She released his arms, turned away from him, then slowly slid her leather-clad bottom onto his lap; even through the leather and the material of his trousers she could feel the hardness of his straining cock. Enjoying the feeling of it crushing beneath her as she lowered her weight onto him, she swiveled across the width of the back seat so that her booted legs were fully stretched out on the seat and her back was resting against the side window.

Interlinking her fingers and placing her hands behind her head she gazed unblinkingly at him with her green eyes and casually enquired
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking, I want to fuck you so badly!”
“Are you now? And who says I want to be fucked?” she teased.
“Come on, you want it as much as me.”
” Maybe…but then maybe not,” she laughed “That’s for you to find out”.

Getting out of the cab when they arrived was difficult in the extreme; he’d never met a woman quite so erotic and his extreme state of arousal was impeding him both physically and mentally. Somehow managing to pay the cabbie, he walked after The Vision through the wrought iron gate and then the front door. The interior of the high-ceilinged hall smelt old and slightly damp.
“Follow me” Lucy instructed. “I hope you’re fit.”

The stairs seemed endless and he wasn’t sure whether the pounding in his ears was due to the exertion of the climb or the sight of her beautiful behind sashaying up the stairs in front of him, just at eye level. As they entered the front door she turned to him, crossed her gloved hands behind his neck and pulled him to her. Her lips and tongue devoured him and he felt her hard nipples against his chest, followed by the wonderful softness of her breasts. He felt his head swim as he let his hands fall naturally to cup the roundness of her buttocks through the supple second skin of soft, black kidskin. Keeping her groin pressed tightly against his, she leaned back from the waist so that her weight came onto her arms which were still crossed behind his neck. Staring deeply and unblinkingly into his eyes she asked softly,
“Wine or brandy?”
“Brandy, please” he whispered hoarsely.
“Make yourself at home” she called behind her, as she strolled towards the kitchen. He sat down heavily on the sofa, his now massive erection plainly visible as it strained to escape from its trousered prison. Slowly and very deliberately Lucy poured two large balloon glasses of brandy and precisely added six drops of light amber liquid to one of them, using a glass dropper.

His return to consciousness was slow and very confusing; he appeared to be standing upright but not really taking his weight on his feet and the room seemed completely dark too. It had all been going so well – what the hell had gone wrong? Feeling slowly returned to his limbs and he lifted the deadweight that was his head. He still couldn’t see anything though and, for a fleeting moment thought he’d gone blind. As his senses returned he realised that his head was covered with a tight-fitting hood which, from the smell, appeared to be made of leather. Although it didn’t seem possible he also seemed to be totally naked and secured by straps at his wrists and ankles. His lack of vision and complete immobility caused a wave of fear to sweep over him. He pulled vainly at the straps that clamped his wrists but escape was impossible; whoever had put him here knew precisely what they were doing. A thought raced into his head.
“What about Lucy, was she similarly imprisoned in the room too?”
“Lucy, are you there?” he called softly, his voice sounding muffled inside the leather encasement but there was no answering voice. The silence seemed absolute but then he thought he heard a slow, rhythmical tapping noise from what sounded a long way off. His senses were still dulled and he wasn’t sure whether he was imagining it. The sound grew louder and he felt a draught as though a door had been opened. He felt the presence of someone in the room with him.
“Still want to fuck someone?” came a soft calm voice.
“No” he thought, “it can’t be!”
“Lucy, is that you?”
“No, Lucy stepped out for some air but not before she told me all about your clumsy attempt to seduce her. I’m her twin sister, Sidonia” came the reply.
“Seduce her! She was the one doing the seducing. Anyway what do you mean, stepped out for some air. If you’ve hurt her I’ll kill you.”

He felt, rather than heard, the person move towards him and then a gloved hand cradled his balls.
“I don’t think we’re really in any sort of a position to issue threats, are we little man?” a voice quietly hissed very close to his ear and he felt the gloved hand start to squeeze his balls, oh so slowly. The pain grew and grew and he tried to pull away but there was no escape.
“Please don’t hurt me” he pleaded.
“It’s rather too late for begging isn’t it? You should have considered your position before threatening me, shouldn’t you, captive? We’re on a road of no return now and the only way out of the pain is for you to submit totally to my will.”
“W..w..what do you want with me?” he stammered, as the pressure on his balls was maintained at an excruciating level.
“You’re my personal slave now and you’re about to be re-educated in how to behave when in the presence of a lady. You will learn that your needs are very much secondary to mine and that your goal should be my complete fulfilment. Displease me and your punishment will be swift. Disobey me and I will be merciless. Perform to my satisfaction and you may experience some pleasure as well as pain.” At this Sidonia released his tender genitals and, bending forward, lightly ran her tongue across his erect nipples. He moaned with pleasure as he felt her silken hair caress his stomach and noticed that she was wearing the same perfume as her sister Lucy. Was he dreaming or was this really happening?
“B,but is Lucy OK, Sidonia?” he enquired.
“She’s fine, you’ll meet up with her later after I’ve finished your first training session.”
“Could you not just untie me and let me go – I promise I won’t say anything.”
“I’m afraid it’s a little late for that” came the calm, but slightly chilling reply, “Besides how do I know I could trust you, promises are cheap.”
“You can trust me Sidonia, honestly” was his earnest and somewhat desperate response.
“Good” his tormentrix replied. “Now, NEVER…NEVER…NEVER call me Sidonia” and at each “never” he felt an excruciating pain across the front of his thighs. Playing idly with her riding crop, Mistress Sidonia paced up and down slowly and methodically in front of her helpless captive, her skyscraper heels clacking metronomically on the polished wood floor.

“Firstly you will only ever address me as Mistress, understand?” There was a slight hesitation on his part.
“UNDERSTAND?” she repeated quietly but with menace.
“Why, Sidonia?” came the foolhardy reply.
Imprisoned in his leather headgear he thought he heard a sharp gasp and then nothing – the footsteps had ceased suddenly too.
“Aaaaah” he screamed as excruciating pain coursed through his nipples.
“Because I’m commanding you to, that’s why!” she hissed and twisted his swollen nipples even harder between her gloved thumbs and forefingers. He writhed wildly and thrashed against the restraining cuffs, begging and pleading for mercy.
“Please stop, Mistress, please, please I beg of you don’t hurt me.”
“You males think you’re so tough but at the first hint of pain you beg for mercy like the pathetic wimps you are. Unless you can shape up I can’t see you passing your training course and I’ve no time for failures.” Realising he had no alternative but to play the game he replied
“I’ll do my best, Mistress.”
“Yes, you will slave, because if you don’t do your best you will suffer, I can promise you that!”

Mistress Sidonia slowly crossed the room to where a single wine glass stood next to a bottle of well chilled Chablis, poured herself a glassful and sat down on a padded bench. She was exquisitely dressed in skintight white jodhpurs, which clung to her peach of a bottom, purple leather corset, short black kid gloves and knee-length leather boots which laced tightly up the front so they fitted like a second skin. They had outrageous 7″ heels and a 2″ platform so that she stood over 6 feet tall in them, which only added to her undoubted presence.
“I don’t think I can quite trust you yet, slave” she announced “so I’m going to have to keep you well restrained until you’re fully under my spell.

So saying, Mistress Sidonia strolled across to her well stocked equipment rack and selected a collar and lead and some handcuffs and leg-spreaders. Returning to her spreadeagled captive she released each ankle in turn and strapped them into the cuffs of the spreader bar. The studded collar was fastened tightly round his neck before she released one of his wrists from the St Andrew’s Cross. As she did so her slave-in-training took a wild swing at her with a clenched fist, which missed its intended target, fortunately for him. The free hand was swiftly returned to its strap.

“Oh dear” came a quiet, feminine voice “I think we need some attitude adjustment” and he knew he’d made a dreadful mistake. From inside his mask all he could hear for the next few minutes was the sound of cupboards and drawers being opened and closed and what he thought sounded like some form of equipment being put together. A cold sweat crawled
across his skin as he wondered what on earth he was in for. The noise then ceased and he heard the tell-tale sound of approaching spiked heels again. He felt something being slipped over the end of his flaccid penis and a gloved hand then slowly teased the tip of his hardening cock. As she stroked, Mistress Sidonia quietly whispered
“And I bet you thought I was going to punish you didn’t you slave?”
“Ye..es, Mistress” he moaned, luxuriating in the feel of the soft, warm leather glove on his penis, which swelled and rose as his arousal grew.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain towards the base of his manhood, which grew more and more intense as his tormentress’s teasing continued. The cock ring, for that’s what it was, began to bite into the soft flesh and the more turned on he became the more the pain increased, until his head was swimming with a mixture of intense stimulation and excruciating pain. Mistress Sidonia now began to gently rub one leather-clad finger around the tip of his swollen and well lubricated glans which, in the normal course of events, would have been an exquisitely pleasurable sensation. In his present predicament though, bringing him to maximum arousal only served to drive his tender flesh more firmly into the vicious spikes encircling his organ. His moans and gasps of pain were a source of great pleasure to his Mistress and she began to gently rub the crotch of her jodhpurs as she carried on simultaneously pleasuring and torturing her new plaything. He was sure he was about to pass out with pain when a breathtaking coldness suddenly enveloped his penis as his Mistress plunged it into a bucket of iced water. His manhood rapidly shrank and as Mistress Sidonia slipped the cock ring off she noted with satisfaction the ring of red weals round the base of her new plaything’s organ.
“Can’t have you enjoying yourself too much, can we slave? It’s time for your punishment now. Attempting to strike a Mistress is a most severe offence and deserves intense punishment, which I am well equipped to deliver!”

by slave Peter