Just like Iwas.
I went to the spare room where Jacob’s impact toys were along with my fetish wear. Even though I was already dressed in my black lace corset, I examined each of the other ones that I had waiting for me. Liz and I had gone a little overboard with spending the other day. I purchased ten new corsets, an obscene number of stockings, and panties, along with a new pair of boots.
Liz helped me pick out an assortment of toys that would amuse me and give Andrew torturous pleasure. I purchased a basket full of butt plugs, cock cages, some things called ball stretchers, and some exciting urethra plugs. I picked out four new paddles for my naughty plaything and a leather strap that resembled a belt. With the encouragement of Liz, I went ahead and picked out a few more dildos for my strap-on harness.
Liz had tried to get me to pick out a new crop. I have been using Jacob’s, and it just felt right to me. The weave on the handle was starting to come apart, and the leather wrist strap was coming apart and weakening. But when I gripped the handle, it was as though I could feel Jacob’s hand. It was as if he were with me, guiding me and encouraging me. Jacob’s crop was very special to me.
I took a deep breath when I heard the doorbell ring. My plaything was here. I was ready to take my pleasure, and hopefully, Andrew was ready to give it.
When I opened the door, Andrew stood there with a duffle bag in hand, and the brown paper bag clutched in his other hand. Andrew was a delightful treat for the eyes. He had captivating blue eyes that were occasionally obscured by a few stray pieces of his hair. Andrew’s hair was longer on the top, and at the coffee house, it would sometimes fall down over his eyes. I’d seen him run his hand from his forehead to the back of his head to get the beautiful brown locks out of his face. His hair was quite an attractive visual point for me. It would be fun to grab and pull on. But his hair wasn’t the only attractive visual point for me; his entire body was. Tucked into a fit 6’1” frame, I had seen this handsome creature naked once…and I was dying to feast my eyes on his body again.
“Hello, Mistress Elise,” he said with a smile.
That smile of his was easy on the eyes too.
“Good evening, Andrew. Please come in,” I invited him inside and stepped out of the way so he could enter.
He smelled fresh from a recent shower; the tips of his hair were still wet.
“Follow me, and I’ll show you where you are to keep your clothes and personal items.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied and began to follow me.
As we walked down the hall and towards the garage, I told him about my expectations of how I would like him to address me.
“Andrew, when you call me ‘ma’am’ you make me feel old. I’m not old. I’m only eleven or twelve years older than you. I am not your mother or your grandmother. I know that you mean it out of respect, but I do not wish to be called ‘ma’am.’ Do you call your mother ‘ma’am’? I don’t want you to think of me as your mother when I’m beating on your ass, or while you’re eating my pussy,” I explained and then took a deep breath to continue my rant.
“My mother has passed away. She—”
I stopped in my tracks and whirled around. When he said that, it made me think of Jacob and my heart clenched. Angrily, I reached up and slapped him across the face. Andrew’s cheek instantly turned red, and strands of his hair fell down over his eyes. Almost as quickly as his face turned red, had his blue eyes disappeared. The blue in them had been taken over by his enlarged, dark pupils. Oh my God…he had beenthatturned on by being slapped.
While I was incredibly turned on by the fact that he had been so turned on, I needed to put the blame on his shoulders. It was his fault. He made me think of Jacob by talking when I hadn’t told him to. My hands were shaking, and I gripped my hips so that he wouldn’t see me shaking.
“Did I ask you about your mother or if she was still alive?”
“No, ma’am,” Andrew murmured. I slapped him across the face again. More strands of his brown hair flopped down, obscuring those dilated pupils.
He liked it.
“No,what?” I questioned and put my hand near my ear, trying to regain focus. “Did I not just tell you that I do not want you calling me ‘ma’am’?”
“Yes.”
“Yet, you did it again.”
“My apologies, Mistress Elise. It’s a habit. It won’t happen again.”
“You’ve got that right. You will be in some serious pain if you utter that again.”
For a brief moment, I realized how dangerous this could be for us. He truly loved pain, and I enjoyed making him hurt.
“Yes, Mistress Elise. I understand.”
“For clarification, I had asked you if you called your mother ‘ma’am.’ That was a simple question that only required a yes or no response. I needed no other info. Why did you share that? What was the purpose?”
“I thought you—”
“Ah! That is your first mistake. You attempted to think for me. Don’t do that, Andrew. It will be very dangerous for you. But, go on and entertain me now. Tell me what you thought that I was thinking.”
