“I’ve fantasized about you being my house boy. You’re purely there for my needs and my needs alone. You service my needs at a moment’s notice, and you take all of the beatings and whippings that I need to dish out. You beg me for them, and when I give them to you, you thank me. You’d sleep on my floor and always be ready for me whenever I needed. You would be nothing more than my plaything. No feelings of attachment, just purely for sex and punishment.”
Andrew’s eyes were heavy with anticipation as if I were actually offering this type of scenario to him. The sight of his hard cock bobbing against his body made me wetter and caused my nipples to swell inside my corset.
“For twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, I would be your plaything?” he asked.
I arched an eyebrow at him and really considered the possibility.
Could I do this?
“Twenty-four hours a day, every day,” I confirmed. “You would be at my beck and call for my dirty, depraved desires. No feelings attached and purely for my selfish needs. Sex and power.”
“Sex and power,” Andrew repeated.
I had the feeling that Andrew was ready to jump at this crazy idea and offer. But really, was it that crazy? It was something that I’d love to try, and at this stage of my life, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks is or isn’t acceptable. As long as it was between two consenting adults, what’s the problem?
“I’d like that, Mistress Elise. Where may I sign up?” Andrew asked as his icy blue eyes bore into mine.
I quickly had to think. Scenarios or living situations like this usually involved a contract of sorts. I’d have Liz help me draft it up.
“I will draft up a contract and then present it to you in two days. I’ll deliver it to you at the coffee house. You can review it that evening and then return it to me the following day, along with any questions you may have. Would that work for you?”
“Yes, Mistress Elise. That works just fine.”
“Good. Now, before I dismiss your ass for the night, there’s one thing I need to know,” I said as I pushed his head back and let go of his hair. I propped my foot up on a thick wooden dowel that came out of the nearby whipping post. “I need to know if that mouth of yours will satisfy me.”
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” Andrew eagerly said as he crawled forward.
Andrew’s hand tugged my panties out of the way, and his finger began to stroke my swollen clit. With two fingers side by side, he began to slide them along my lips.
“You have a beautiful pussy, Mistress Elise,” he complimented.
I grabbed his hair and tugged his head back, so he’d look at me.
“I don’t think I asked you to talk. Use that mouth and make me come, Andrew,” I warned.
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” he said as I released his head.
I closed my eyes and smiled. I quickly began to realize that this possible plaything contract was going to make me a delighted woman.
7
Andrew
I stoodand walked to gather my jeans and underwear from the table near the doorway. I felt that I had just been teased and taunted. Would she actually follow through and deliver a contract? I smiled as I felt the ache in my upper back when I bent at the waist and stepped into my boxer briefs.
“Ah, yeah,” I murmured and rolled my shoulders.
The ache felt good, though I knew it would just be a short-lived ache. It was just from a crop, and even though they sting, the sting only lasts for so long. The second I walked into the hallway, Brandon was right there ready to pounce.
“She didn’t give you any aftercare, either. You shouldn’t play with her, Andrew.”
“Relax, Brandon. It’s fine,” I assured him.
“No, it’s not. James would be annoyed that she didn’t care for you,” he ranted as he followed me to the men’s locker room.
And really, he was completely right. I realized that I sounded like a hypocrite and said things opposite what James has been trying to teach him.
I opened my locker and tossed my shoes on the floor and reached inside for my t-shirt. I felt the slight sting that was left from Elise’s crop but was disappointed that it was quickly fading. I pulled my t-shirt on and then sat down to get my shoes on. Brandon sat across from me, and I could see his knee bouncing up and down nervously.
