“No, Mistress Elise. I can play. You’d like me to play and meet your needs…I can do that,” Brandon eagerly said.
“No, you misunderstand, pussy boy. I don’t want you to play. You had a chance to meet my needs last weekend and failed miserably. So, you’ve already wasted my time once. Why do you think I’d let you waste it again?”
“No, Mistress Elise, I can do better! I promise!”
“Brandon, you are not allowed to play. Put your necklace back on,” Andrew told Brandon, and then he looked at me. “He’s not permitted to play, Mistress Elise.”
“Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Andrew. You must have been a bright one at your school. Because I’m already tired of your mouth, would you like to step into a room so I can show you why you need disciplining?” I asked.
I tapped my fingertips on my hips as I glared at Andrew and waited for him to make his next move.
“No! Mistress Elise! Please don’t pick him! I want to play! I thought I was a good bottom for you! I can take it over and over. I love it, in fact,” Brandon blabbed on.
“Brandon, man, stop,” Andrew whispered and put his hand on Brandon’s shoulder.
“No! I had bottomed for her before! She liked me, not you, Andrew. Can’t you accept that someone wanted to play with me?”
“Of course, but James doesn’t want you playing without his presence,” Andrew told Brandon.
“Okay, boys. Your little conversation is getting to be a little too much of a timewaster. Let me finish this up for you; Brandon, I’m not interested in playing with you tonight. Put your little necklace back on and get yourself a chocolate milk at the bar.”
Andrew looked at me with wide eyes, as if he couldn’t believe what I had said to them. Another Top was making his way over to us, and both Andrew and Brandon greeted him respectfully.
“Good evening, everyone,” the man said and turned to address Brandon. “Aren’t you supposed to have a necklace around your neck, young man?”
“Yes, Sir,” Brandon said quietly, unable to hide his embarrassment. Apparently, there were many Brandon babysitters drifting around.
“Brandon is not able to play this evening. However, there are many bottoms that might suit your needs and desires,” the Top said.
“I understand. Honestly, I had the pussy boy, and he failed to meet my expectations. I’m going to try Andrew out,” I informed him.
The Top also looked a little put off by what I had said. What, is everyone around here so careful with people’s feelings? I lost my reason for living eight months ago. Yet, here I was trying to pick up some pieces and salvage my life. The Top turned to look at Andrew and then to me.
“Andrew, have you negotiated a session with this…Top?”
“Oh, yes, Sir. Everything is all set,” Andrew assured him, then he glanced at me.
“No, they didn’t. She didn’t tell him what kind of session she wanted. She didn’t ask him about any injuries or triggers, and she didn’t ask about Andrew’s safe word,” Brandon blabbed to the Top.
Little shit.
“Andrew, are you negotiating responsibly?” the Top asked Andrew.
“Um, we were getting to that part, I think before you came over, Sir,” Andrew was giving me a reprieve. Ha! I decided though that I better play along, otherwise; the babysitter Top wasn’t going to back down.
“Andrew, as I was starting to say, I’m interested in a punishment session. Are you interested?”
Andrew seemed very pleased with my question, and he smiled and nodded.
“Yes, Mistress Elise. I am very much interested.”
“Do you have any no-no areas or boo-boos like Brandon? Anything that I need to be aware of?” I asked.
“No, ma’am.”
“What is your chosen safe word, Andrew?”
“Red will be my word, Mistress Elise.”
