This is something pure and special. This is a manfinallyable to be his genuine self, and I’m the only person privileged enough to witness it.
Even better, I’m the person he’s trusting to guide him through this experience.
Making himmineis now my priority in life. It’s weird how the adrift feeling that’s filled my life ever since the plane crash is now…gone.
“This weekend is just the start, pet. I can’t wait to teach you everything.”
He pries his eyes open and meets my gaze. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Let’s hope you’re still saying that by the end of the weekend.”
He grins. “I’m sure I will.”
God, Ihopehe is.
* * * *
We spend the better part of thirty minutes going through my toybag after I set my phone to play a light rock station on Pandora through my Bluetooth speaker. I sit on the floor with Elliot and show him how to test implements on himself to see what they’ll feel like. I teach him the difference between thuddy and stingy, explain the various kinds of floggers to him, demonstrate how different paddles and canes and crops give a range of sensations.
Show him the two chastity cages I have.
I watch how his tongue flicks out and licks his lips as he stares at the chastity cages. I see eager hunger burning in his gaze. “I…I don’t think I could wear those at work. Metal detector.” There’s definitely regret there.
Longing.
“No, but there are plastic and silicone ones available I could close with a cable tie. No metal.” I carefully watch him. “I could always buy one of those and lock it on you one morning before you head to the office. Keep it on you all day, until you return to me that night.”
A nervous swallow. “Really?”
Dammit, he’s adorable. “Really.” I reach over and ruffle his hair. “Let’s save those for a later time. I’m going to have too much fun making you come this weekend to lock you in chastity.” I drop him a wink. “Maybe we can play with those on date three or four, buddy.”
“But…we can play with them?”
“Absolutely.” Fuckyeah, we’ll play with them. I want Elliot addicted to me and our play.
“I’d like that, Sir.”
Yeah, I know. There I go, getting my hopes up again. Nothing beyond this weekend is guaranteed with him but my heart already wants to start planning a future together.
I’m even creeping myself out a little over how eager I am to do this with him. Especially since I know better than to jump into something like this.
When we get to some of the insertables I own, like the three different prostate massagers, his eyesreallywiden as he holds one of them up after I explain what they’re for.
“Can we play with these this weekend?”
I try not to giggle. “Sure. You’ve never used one?”
The pink in his cheeks darkens. “I’ve always been afraid to buy any toys. I didn’t want it tracked back to me. I’m too scared to go into a store, in case anyone would recognize me.”
Poor guy. I was fortunate I never had to worry about that. “Then I guess we’ll need to let you explore a lot this weekend.” I point to three butt plugs also in the implement bag. “And those.”
I check the prostate massagers, because it’s been months since any of them have been used. Two are USB rechargeable, and one takes batteries. Fortunately, I have fresh batteries on hand. I get charger cords and start the others charging, trying not to giggle while I do because he watches me with possibly the most adorably eager expression I’ve ever seen an adult wear.
Oh,no, make the handsome pet come all weekend, so he’s eager to spend more time with me next weekend?
What a hardship.
Not.
