He liked playing dress-up.
“I’m going to need more clothes eventually, Master.” Hmm. “But I can pay for them too. I’m not greedy. I just need more clothes to be pretty.”
Art seemed to pay well, but he might’ve had someone die and leave him money too, so I didn’t want to make assumptions about his day-to-day financial situation.
His lawyers and money people might not be as good as mine.
“I get to pay for your clothes, pretty boy, but if you want to contribute to the household stuff we can work something out.” Still being all relaxed and cuddly, Master nuzzled against my neck and seemed to be going back to sleep based on his deep breaths. “It’s my job…it’s my job to take care of my pretty boy’s clothes and toys…those kinds of things.”
That seemed like a reasonable split to me but we’d have to see if he actually let me pay for anything.
I wasn’t stupid and he liked owning me…and I was fairly certain we were going to have different views on that household stuff part.
“I’m glad you’re going to let me have ways to take care of you too, Master.” Yes. This called for appropriate levels of guilt and manipulation. “You’re special and I want you to remember that too.”
He snorted.
Well, at least I knew that I could use manipulation to let him know when something was important.
“Fine.” His sigh turned into another deep breath. “I won’t be too big of a pain in the ass about it.”
Just a small pain in the ass?
I tried to figure out how to ask that on my own but I was a slow thinker first thing in the morning and he was very quick to go back to sleep.
Maybe morning orgasms were the kind that put him to sleep?
Was there a good way to ask that?
Was there a time limit on after-orgasm naps?
I needed to ask questions faster when orgasms were involved…just in case.
****
“I’m having coffee and people-watching.” I shrugged like I practiced with Master. “Have you tried the cookies?”
He was right, coffee needed cookies.
The models standing around me blinked.
“Having an Owner agrees with you.” Emerson smiled but it looked kind of dangerous to me. “And it’s made you smarter because this table doesn’t even have an extra chair.”
Yep, Master helped me work through all contingences and I’d moved the chair over to another table as soon as I’d walked in.
“We had a nice evening.” Practice definitely made perfect. “How was your night?”
I stayed focused on Emerson because Master had expected him to come find me, but I hadn’t expected him to bring half the office.
Even a guy I was pretty sure was new because I couldn’t remember what his penis looked like at all.
“Orgasmic…eventually.” Frowning at me, Emerson sighed. “For some reason Owner thought I was rude.”
Based on my conversation with my Master, I was pretty sure that would depend on who was describing the evening.
“I’m glad you both worked that out.” Master was really good at figuring out what people would do, but even he hadn’t been sure what would happen if Emerson had too much time on his hands. “How is work going?”
I didn’t volunteer that I knew they were doing a shoot today or ask any questions that were too specific, but something about my question had them all staring like they were confused.
