Forward by DrkFetyshNyghts

 

If I were to 'label' this story, or indeed any of my written works, first and foremost, it would be 'Fantasy.' Psycho-Sexual, Psycho-Fetish are also labels that could apply, since deeper feminine issues are explored. Always fiction of course, despite the level of realism applied and levels of inspiration gained from real life -- sometimes verging on the taboo. Always exploring the edges of limits. Peering over the edges into the darkness where others are afraid to venture. Some less open-minded individuals could apply the label 'Horror' to my stories; certainly 'Perverse,' since, for my 'victims,' usually there is only a one-way trip down into a vortex that is really bottomless.

 

Come.... be immersed in "My" world....

 

 

ONE - Petra

 

It's probably only once in a Sadist's lifetime that her ideal 'subject' will come along. That is, if she's lucky; once where all the boxes are ticked. Everything comes together into a perfect 'package': the age of the subject, her physical attributes, her domestic situation, her career status and circumstances, her character and personality; the strengths, the weaknesses and the traits. Every single box ticked. Everything right, so that the hairs on the back of the Sadist's neck stand upright, erect.

 

I met Petra by pure chance for the first time at a corporate fund-raising function. She was the PA of a Chief Executive of a City finance group. I was representing my own private clinic attempting to raise funds into research of the extremities of human behaviour. Quite ironic, really, given how things were to develop.

 

Obviously certain boxes were ticked immediately. Striking, stunning looks and vital statistics I was to later find out were a height of 5'10" and curves measuring 38d-25-35. Long, thick, luscious hair a shade darker than flame-red and huge pools of hazel eyes with naturally thick, curled lashes. Her lips, full and delicately shaped and with a natural pout. Her complexion, pale, slightly freckled across her nose and under her eyes. With the addition of impossibly long legs, tapered and shaped in all the right places, Petra caught my eye immediately.

 

Then there was her sense of style and dress, which quite simply flattered her elegance to the extreme. Featuring designer dresses and suits that enhanced her best attributes. Indeed not a lady of the shy, retiring type. A woman who knows how good she looks, and enjoys that. One who knows her best attributes and how to subtly draw attention to them. And yet also not overtly sexual either. Better described as subtle, mature, and matching her thirty-five years to perfection. I am usually quite good at guessing ages of other women and indeed correctly guessed Petra's age as early thirties.

 

Petra, before even a word had been exchanged between us, had captured my attention to the fullest. There was a natural grace to her. The way she moved. The way she carried herself. I liked that. I liked that very much. More than that though, there was a confidence. A self-assurance. A self-gratification that suggested that Petra was pleased, and content with the life she had. I especially liked that.

 

Also, there was more than a hint of arrogance. From a distance it was difficult to finger the source of the arrogance. Just in her stance. The way she appeared to talk to others. The way she looked at others in her presence. Petra was a delight to study from a distance. Any woman capable of such overt arrogance had also to be highly intelligent. Intelligence in a woman, for me, is very desirable. An intelligent woman is a woman who would understand what she was going through. Understand and 'feel' the journey she is taken on, maximizing the effect. Maximizing her suffering.

 

There were more boxes to be ticked once the inevitable introduction had been made. Petra's first words to me tripped from her immaculately glossed lips effortlessly.

 

"Oh.... so you are the 'head doctor'? I'm SOOO pleased to meet you."

 

With those words came a massive, wide lipstick smile. Her accent very English. Very educated. Very sophisticated. As I've said, intelligent. Very delicious. Her chosen words, and tone quite, and purposely so, derisive, dismissive even. Falling short of 'rude' and yet barely doing so. Instead settling on patronizing and with her infectious smile and big eyes lingering, it was as though it was the effect she had intended, and desired. And an effect that she was well-practiced at. Well used to obtaining. A thrill down my own spine. Had I found my 'ideal' subject?

 

"Pleased to meet you too, Petra, truly."

 

My own accent, perfectly measured English and yet with a slightly less than thick Arabic accent. The tone, an octave lower, slightly broken, almost, but not quite, husky. My smile, very sincere. Very real and completely, expertly camouflaging my deep and meaningful thoughts about this woman. I like women content with their life. I like women who are confident, and arrogant. Confidence, Arrogance and Contentment. A delicious combination. Like that of Beauty, Intelligence and Aloofness. All of the ingredients of a perfect subject. Indeed, in the flesh and up close, Petra was a vision to behold. She certainly deserved further investigation.

 

I waited for the crowd to diminish, having already succeeded in securing a sizeable donation from Petra's bosses. Buying Petra a drink, suggesting we move to the quiet tables at the back of the bar, much more relaxing. Much easier to talk. All the time studying her. The way she moved. The way she carried herself. All of particular interest to me in my pursuits. Sliding into the quiet tables set out in little semicircular booths at the back of the bar. Breaking the ice, directly and with no prejudice.

 

"Ok Petra, I have to come clean, I am a lesbian, but I promise I am not hitting on you, ok?"

 

I smile wide. Even allow a little chuckle. And Petra breaks out in a quite raucous laughter that melts any new-meeting tension.

 

"Oh.... so, you're not hitting on me then. I'm disappointed, really I am."

 

She keeps a dead straight face for all of two seconds before her stunningly attractive features break into a wide, wide grin. Another display of her intelligence. And some sense of humour.

 

"It's ok, really, Sabirah, I have quite a few lesbians in my circle of friends. I prefer female company to male anyway. No worries. Really, I mean that."

 

I nod, all the time checking out this delicious woman. The purring in my throat audible only to me.

 

"Well maybe I should say, not hitting on you 'yet'."

 

Another laugh, another re-cross of the legs required by both of us. Once my initial interest is grabbed, I like to check out women in greater detail. Petra really is a stunning woman. In all respects. If a woman spends time on her appearance , it always stands up to close scrutiny. Her style of dress, impeccable. And, very tall on her own merits but it was obvious she favoured the higher heels. It didn't take that much imagination to see that Petra had the longest of legs under those silky pants. Pity I couldn't see those legs on this first occasion. But I had quite enough to be getting on with. Another secret purrrr to myself.

 

Her hair, pulled back tight, quite severely from her face... that striking flame-red plume and secured back in a high, tight ponytail. Barely a loose, wayward hair to be seen. So neat, so perfect. She looked the consummate professional, and was. This had been a business meeting and she had been representing her company so her power-dressing was appropriate. Effective and seemingly effortless.

 

"So tell me a bit about yourself, Petra. Have you been with the company long? You seem to have the measure of things."

 

I make casual chitchat with wide sincere smiles, totally off the cuff.

 

"Hmmmm, well actually, yes. I moved to London about nine-years ago and got a break with the company. I've been so lucky. They were so understanding, even when my daughter came along. My daughter is 18 now but in the early years, the company provided childcare. Everything, the works. Even now I can get her looked after if I need to. I feel my life is right about now. Just about perfect. A place for everything, everything in its place."

 

I smile, nod as she speaks, taking it all in, watching her mouth as she talks. Such a delicious mouth.