That wasn’t a bad plan.
“Do…” He really was going to get me naked and make me pretty. He took off my shirt. “Do you think I could come from playing tug?”
Could we do that?
“Yes.” Master nodded confidently as he turned me and laid me down on the changing table. “It might take us some time to figure out just the right amount of pain for you to orgasm, but I felt how your cock responded to your big tug.”
Master started taking off my shoes and socks as my head cleared enough for me to remember I was supposed to tell him what I was thinking. “It…I think it was too big too soon? I don’t know. It made me squeak but it wasn’t that bad? Maybe?”
Was that enough information?
“Then we’ll start with tugs that big as a yellow on your list.” Master shrugged as he reached for my pants and started to take them off me. “But you’re going to have to remember that part when you play tug.”
“Oh.” That wasn’t going to be easy. “How can we make you in charge of that?”
He laughed.
“We’ll play other games where I’m going to be in charge of giving you lots of good pain, but you were playing tug.” Master would’ve been easier to manipulate into giving me my way if he’d have looked at me, but he was too busy getting me naked. “I think I’m going to enjoy watching you play tug.”
That sounded…
“You’re going to enjoy watching me?” Really? “Like I’m one of the subs at Leashes & Lace?”
Having a Master was going to be fun.
Chapter 6
Leonardo
We were going to have to sit down and figure out what his definition of too much pain was because while he’d startled himself with what he was describing as a big tug, he’d also almost come from it. The mixed signals were something we were going to have to sort out, so I didn’t fuck something up.
“Yes.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead before going back to stripping off his pants. “When we play tug like that, I’m going to have you dressed up pretty just like your new friends and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy watching you perform for me.”
Instead of finding that scary or just overwhelming, my boy gave me a beaming smile. “I’m going to be so pretty for you, Master.”
As the front of his tiny briefs came into view, I stroked my hand over the front of them and gave his dick another squeeze. The firm touch had his eyes rolling back in his head and letting out the sweetest whimper as his cock jerked. “Oh…Master…that’s…”
Good enough he was going to come if I wasn’t careful.
But he was having fun, so I eased off slowly to let him keep the pleasure going as long as possible.
“You’re already wearing pretty things for me.” They weren’t quite panties but I knew someone had put a lot of thought into them. “My sweet sub dressed up for me.”
Oh, that smile.
“Emerson said you’d love them.” He was still pleased but the pout that peeked out as I finished taking off his pants was adorable. “But I don’t have anything else cute to wear for you. These are the only ones I had.”
Ah.
“I’m betting Emerson wouldn’t let you buy more?” My boy only got more dramatic as he shook his head and then nodded like he wasn’t sure how to answer the question. “Well, I think that’s because he had a surprise for you.”
His brows smoothed out but the pout was still firmly in place as I stroked my hands over my sexy, nearly naked boy. “I just have practical underwear he called sad. That won’t work.”
No, it wouldn’t for a variety of reasons.
“Who’s in charge of making you pretty?” Moving his arms so they were beside him on the changing table, I reached for the straps and secured him carefully over his chest and lower on his torso. “Hmm? I don’t hear my sexy boy?”
He was a bit too distracted to give me a good answer, but he didn’t wiggle too much as he looked down at his body. “I’m supposed to be your pretty boy and I don’t have pretty stuff.”
