A New Life

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

It was early evening on the outskirts of a major town and I had my best friend Mike standing next to me; it was him that had dragged me up to this door, in essence to meet his new girlfriend. Chi, I seem to remember her name was, but it has little bearing to my eventual situation, they did not really matter, Chi or Mike, nice people that they are. Neither would play any other part in my subjugation. They were only the means by which I was to be introduced to my Goddess.

Mike pressed the door bell and shortly I heard footsteps approach on the far side, then the handle turned. It was one of those old knob types, the sort that move the latch back allowing the door to open. It swung inwards; Mike had stepped back and now stood next to me, looking expectantly at the opening door. Mike was no ladies man but it was him that was to introduce me to her.

The front door opened revealing a young woman of about eighteen years old. She was dressed in the most form fitting and sensually cut white jump-suit any male could ever have hoped to see. My eyes traveled upwards over her flat stomach, past her slim waist, across her small but nice looking breasts and up to her face. She had the most beautiful coffee colored skin, her eyes were dark brown and sparkled with mischief, I will always remember thinking, as I looked into them.

Her face lit up as she glanced over me, seeing Mike she smiled at him, but I knew right then that it was me that she was smiling at, not Mike, not anyone else, just me. I felt it, the intensity of electricity as it leapt from her to me; we both knew that we were destined to meet. She stood back from the door at the same time opening it wider, allowing Chi to burst out past this goddess in white and throw her arms around Mike; nearly knocking him down the stairs in her exuberance.

I have to admit that I just stood there looking slightly up at her from a low step, totally captivated by her beauty. Chi invited us in but Mike was eager to be off, he wanted to see a film and had dragged me along to make up a foursome with Chi’s friend. I sure hope that this was her friend, she was and we left. Chi introduced her to me at the pavement edge; her name was Jan shortened from Anne Marie. Somehow I just knew that we were going to hit it off and so I believed did she.

For the next three months we dated, we went out, went shopping, went to the pub and generally got to know each other. It was on one of those dates out that she startled me with a few revelations about herself, revelations which had a decidedly addictive and highly erotic effect on me. Up to that point we had shared a lot of time but not any real intimacy.

With my motorbike parked up we walked into the fields following a public track, she was leading and her lead took us over a low wall into a woodland, where we sat down. Our backs rested comfortably against a fallen tree, we were just enjoying the lovely day and each other's company. The conversation turned to the past and specifically to education; she had spent her time at school secluded in a girl’s boarding school. She told me about it in some detail but more so about how strict it had been. Discipline was driven home to the girls she said, on the end of a leather soled slipper or if really needed with a strap. She had felt the slipper many times she admitted, ‘being a bit rebellious by nature’ but only the leather strap once, and then she had been twenty-one and a senior girl in her last year of finishing school. She lit a cigarette, held it out to me before saying.

“This is what got my ass thrashed, six of the bloody best and all on the bare.”

My trousers reacted to her story or rather my c**k inside of my trousers reacted, which was quite uncomfortable and very embarrassing. I did my best to cover my arousal and at the same time encouraged her into telling me more about her thrashing. Instead she turned the conversation to my education and specifically how we were punished.

I had little of interest to regale her with, but she listened intently all the same.

“Well there were always detentions and lots and lots of bloody lines.” She laughed obviously picturing me writing lines, sat in some stuffy classroom, with a stern faced teacher hovering over me, watchfully. Then it came back to me and my one and only acquaintance with the school cane; well a blackboard pointer would be more accurate. One hard stroke I received that day across the seat of my trousers, whilst bent across the teacher’s desk. It had hurt at the time but… I hesitated to go on. I didn’t want to say what I had been thinking, because she would think me odd or worse.

She reached out taking my hand then looking deep into my eyes, she just blurted it out.

“It felt nice afterwards, didn’t it?”

I nodded, dumbfounded that she understood. “Yes-s… Ummm, it did, I was as horny as I had ever been by the time I had walked half-way home and it didn’t go away for ages."

“I bet you had your trousers down as soon as you could to get a look!”

Was she reading my mind, how the hell had she known? I had a mental picture of me bent over, my trousers around my knees looking at my striped arse in the bathroom mirror and all with a throbbing erection poking out, demanding my attention.

“So that was how you first found out, was it?”

“What?”

“About there being no real pleasure without pain first, or during!”

“I don’t understand!” I was lying, I understood exactly what she had meant, but I wasn’t going to admit it to her, well not then anyway.

She looked at me rather strangely; she then reached out to touch my face as she also leant forward to kiss me, I stopped pressing against the bulge contained within my trousers. Her palm lowered replacing my own hand; she ground gently against my concealed erection.

“My we are hard, aren’t we!”

What could I say, her hand could feel my arousal, anything I might have said would have only added to my fast growing humiliation.

“Would you like your little problem dealt with?”

Wouldn’t I just. I smiled, she rubbed and I couldn’t help but squirm beneath her touch.

She unzipped my trouser front, reaching inside, weaving her fingers beneath my underwear feeling for my man-hood, and finding it... I groaned again, looking into her face feeling desperate for her to continue.

“Would you like a blow job?” She came right out with it, shocking me.

Would I, Oh Christ, would I…

She pulled gently easing my c**k out into the light, looking down at it, smiling to herself as she wrapped her fingers around my thick stem, slowly easing my skin up then sharply down, up down up down.

“Oh s**t!” If she carried on much longer I was going to come.

“Well, would you?” She demanded, her fingers halting in mid stroke.

“Yes!” I found my voice at last, “Yes please!” I mumbled.

“There’s no pleasure without pain,” she smiled at me, once more rubbing up and down, just once, before gently digging her fingernails into my swollen flesh.

“Well?”

“Yes, anything please,” I mumbled; even I could hear the desperation peaking in my voice. She rubbed again, and then she bent forward and lowered her head to my lap, kissing my swollen gland.

That was my first time, my first ever blow job, it was also the first time I had felt another hand on my c**k! I had once come in my trousers, much to the delight of the girl I was with. That was the honest height of my s****l experience to then, though I didn’t intend to admit it to her, not then anyway and probably not ever.

Her mouth opened, her tongue protruded, licking her lips before slowly circling my c**k head. Her fingers jerked down, pulling my foreskin out of her way, then it happened; I felt her hot breath blowing gently across my most sensitive skin, her tongue tip probed at my pee hole, followed by her mouth slipping slowly over my c**k as she took me into her mouth. By all the saints hiding in heaven, I don’t know how I did not shoot my load right then, but I didn’t. She sucked, her fingers slipped down, her other hand pulled at my parted trousers, I lifted my butt allowing her to pull the coarse denim of my jeans down further. She pulled again, revealing more of me to her touch, her mouth felt so warm, so wet, so bloody nice. My balls began to pulse, ‘not yet’ I screamed in my head fighting to suppress my fast approaching ejaculation, ‘not yet’ please! I begged the gods of ejaculation, they listened and I held off, she lifted her head, still smiling.

“Well?”

Well what? I puzzled.

“Well.” She repeated. “Do you accept my terms?”

Terms I didn’t understand what she meant by her words, I looked blank, she must have understood because she repeated that damn phrase.

“No pleasure without pain”. Her nails bit into my flesh again.

“Yes… Anything …Please don’t stop… Please!”

Her mouth closed over my swollen gland sucking it deep inside, her tongue tickling at my stem, eagerly I thrust forward, and she pulled back, her tonsils touched briefly against my raging, demanding head. Deep in my swinging balls my semen began to surge, that was when I first found out exactly what she meant by no pleasure is without pain.

Her teeth closed together, feeling as though they were attempting to meet, biting deep into my very sensitive stalk. The pain she prescribed exploded along the length of my flesh. Her teeth chattered as she withdrew her mouth slowly along the length of my man hood. She gifted to me a series of pinching bites which surprisingly added to my pleasure; whilst at the same time suppressing my flowing ejaculate. Her lips pulled away from my c**k, her eyes flashed with mischief as she met my gaze. I looked down, my c**k reared high and out, it still looked intact, her teeth marks were just thin red lines which quickly faded from my flesh.

Her head lowered again, I needed her, wanted her, and I accepted that she would bite me again. I just had to trust her not to tear my skin, if I was going to get to shoot my stuff off, and I needed an orgasm right then more than anything else in the world. That was my first time and even if it became my last, I would not have been able to stop her mouth enfolding my flesh prior to sucking me in.

Her left hand got a grip around my balls as her mouth lowered and raised, I realized what she was doing, her hand was feeling for my first surge, a surge that would indicate that I was coming. Whether she intended to withdraw her head and let me shoot my stuff into the air, or whether she just wanted to know when to expect it, I couldn’t tell.

What she really wanted was something I had not even considered, and a few seconds later she got it. The pulsing increased as my balls finally let go, semen flowed out and along my erection, her mouth retracted until her teeth halted just behind my swollen c**k head. I came, the feeling of exhilaration combined with pleasure and relief exploded in my mind, my head thrown back I was swept up by the exhilaration of receiving my first blow job.

That was the point she chose, that was the point that her teeth closed, clamping into my c**k; that was the time she delivered her gift of pain to me, just as I enjoyed receiving the pleasure she had also provided. My head flew forward, my hands reached out to grasp her head, sort of intending to pull her away, but lucky for me I realized that to do so would cause very serious damage to my c**k. I gripped her head flattening her hair and let all of the explosion of feeling swamp my thoughts out.

Pain and pleasure, what a combination, she was right, her step-father was right, and now I knew exactly what it really meant. Little did I know then exactly how utterly addictive it can become to the reciprocant.