Plaything

by Cole Denton

  I came to a sudden stop and turned to look at her with my hands on my hips. When she came to a stop, she quickly looked down as if she knew her behavior was out of line. James stood a few feet behind her with his arms folded across his chest and that tattoo peeking out from beneath the sleeve.

  “Alice, did I ask you to skip behind me?”

  “No, Mistress Elise.”

  “Are you an attention whore?” I pried.

  “No, Mistress Elise.”

  “Really? It seems to me that you are. It seems to me that you enjoy skipping down the hall so that everyone looks at your tits bouncing around. Is that what you want? Would you like everyone to see your tits? Hmm?”

  I was fuming with this girl. Everything just rolled out of my mouth so easily.

  “No, Mistress Elise.”

  “You know what, Alice?”

  “What, Mistress Elise?”

  “I think you’re lying to me. I think you do want people to see your perfect tits bouncing around the club.”

  I grabbed the top part of the cup to her bra and yanked it down. As she gasped, I pulled the other cup down. The fact that I had been right, and her tits were pretty spectacular pumped more anger in my system. I slapped each tit, making sure that I hit each nipple.

  After all, she was a masochist, so this was probably somewhat enjoyable for her. The look on her face confirmed as much. Her eyes were bright, and happiness seemed to be settled in her orbs. She had pulled in her bottom lip between her teeth, probably so her repulsive smile wouldn’t give away to her true feelings. The fucking bitch was loving this, which pissed me the hell off.

  “Go ahead,” I said and gestured down the hallway with my hand. “Skip down the hall a few times, attention whore.”

  Annoyed, I stood close to the wall as the bitch with the perfect tits skipped up and down the hallway. Her tits bounced as she skipped, and I’m almost certain the bitch grinned from ear to ear each time she skipped away from me.

  “Now, are you done being an attention whore?”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise.”

  The fact that the little bitch wasn’t even winded after her skipping exercises even pissed me off. I led us to our room and pointed to the spanking bench.

  “Take the rest of those pathetic undergarments off, attention whore.”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise,” Alice giggled at either being called an attention whore or that her pretty little bra and panty set were called pathetic.

  As I watched her hook her thumbs inside the elastic waist of the thong panties, I grew more enraged with her. This bitch was a challenge because, as of right now, all I wanted to do was pull her hair and make her hurt. I stepped closer to her and yanked on some of that jet-black hair.

  “Explain to me what you find funny, attention whore,” I demanded.

  Alice hissed and yelped as I tugged her toward me. I grabbed her face and squeezed the tight skin close to her mouth, waiting for her reply.

  “Well? I’m waiting for your smart mouth to reply, attention whore,” I prompted her again.

  “I’m sorry, Mistress Elise. I was laughing because you called my attire pathetic.”

  “Why was that funny to you?”

  “Because I think you’re just jealous that your old tits are too saggy to fit into my cute bra. My cute panties probably wouldn’t even cover your furry, floppy pussy lips…Mistress Elise.”

  This fucking bitch.

  I could feel myself shaking as I continued to squeeze her face. Was she really this way, or was she playing?

  I reached up and squeezed one of her perfect nipples and twisted it until she whined. Then I smiled at her and released her face.

  “Get on the spanking bench, attention whore.”

  Her annoying voice repeated her “Yes, Mistress Elise,” response that I had quickly grown tired of. I stalked toward the table where Jacob’s crop waited for me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment as I slipped my hand through the worn leather wristlet. When I gripped the handle that he had cradled in his hands so many times, I felt weak.

  I was mentally exhausted already from this girl. But topping was something that I wanted to do. I had pushed that need and desire away for years. I wasn’t going to give up just because some punk ass bitch was challenging me. James had given me an excellent test subject for patience.

  When I felt as though I was back in control, I returned to Alice and the spanking bench, but instantly anger brewed again. Her perfect, lithe body was sprawled out on the bench, and her shaved pussy mockingly stared at me. Naturally, this was the first place that I struck with the crop.

  Alice excitedly took every slap from the crop with an annoying little yelp and moan that reminded me of those young women in porn videos where it sounded like they were just one breath away from coming.

  Then a light bulb went on for me; she was a masochist like I was…or had been. Suddenly it had dawned on me that I no longer needed to receive pain. I only needed that from Jacob. Now, I needed to give it. The more I struck her, the more I felt myself racing toward a release, and the better I felt.

  “You like this, don’t you, attention whore?” I asked.

  “Yes, Mistress Elise!” Alice exclaimed, clearly at the edge of coming.

  But no. She wouldn’t be coming. She wouldn’t have the pleasure of it. I could hear the excitement in her voice as she knew she was close. I backed off.

  “Get off the bench and on your knees, attention whore,” I instructed.

  I propped my boot on the side of the spanking bench as she knelt in front of me. Jesus. Even from my height, I could see her swollen clit peeking out. Sorry, bitch, no coming from this. I tugged my panties to the side and smiled at her.

  “Use that smart mouth, attention whore.”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise.”

  Alice rose off her heels and dove right in. I will hand it to her, she definitely had a mouth on her, and she knew how to use it. I came quicker than I had planned, but her mouth felt so good, and I was already worn out mentally, that I decided not to fight her on it. After I came, I lowered my leg from the spanking bench and walked toward the archway to the hallway. I stopped and turned when I heard her annoying voice.

  “Mistress Elise?”

  I raised an eyebrow at her and was irked that she looked over at James before speaking again. I was out of patience for her. Though she was a masochist, she was not a good partner for me.

  “Are you releasing me from our session, Mistress Elise?”

  “Yep,” I said and turned.

  “You can call me Ali, Mistress Elise. My friends and favorite Tops all call me Ali,” she explained in a completely different tone.

  I turned on my heels and glared at her.

  “I don’t recall asking you for any additional noise. I don’t fucking care what your friends call you…attention whore.”

  What was wrong with me? Why did I feel so much hatred toward this woman?

  With Jacob’s crop in my hand and tears threatening to spill over, I hurried out of the room. I went straight to my car and bawled my eyes out.

  5

  Andrew

  Joshua came into the coffee house just as I was getting off work. I poured myself a cup of the house blend and sat outside with Joshua for a few minutes.

  “So, what’s new? It’s been a while since we sat down and caught up,” I said and leaned back.

  “Not much. Are you coming to the club tonight?” Joshua asked as he sipped from his paper coffee cup.

  “I was thinking about it. Anything exciting going on that you know about tonight?” I asked.

  “The Top bitch that James is working with is supposed to have a session with Brandon,” Joshua volunteered.

  A few things Joshua said had piqued my interest. The nickname “Top bitch,” was interesting. Also, that James was allowing Brandon to have a session with her. I couldn’t let on that I knew Elise from anywhere outside the club. While she has always been friendly and nice in the coffee hou
se, I knew from watching her session with Joshua that she lacked some tact that a Top should possess. But she was new and learning, and I was giving her the benefit of the doubt.

  “Top bitch, huh? Sounds like she’s a piece of work,” I agreed to play along. “I saw her session with you a few weeks ago. She’s hot,” I added.

  “Yeah, she’s hot. I’ll give her that. But she’s got a long way to go.”

  I looked at him for a few moments, and I tried to recall most of the session that I saw. I remembered being distracted some by Brandon, but we both got off watching the session.

  “Everyone is new at some point, man.”

  “Yeah, but she was boldly reckless.”

  I thought about what he was saying, and really, I couldn’t disagree with him completely. She did yank his head around and hit him near his kidneys.

  “She will learn with experience about her distance and reach. I don’t think she intended to hit you there.”

  “I know, I’m not worried about me. James even said it would be something she’d quickly learn as long as it is brought to her attention.”

  “So, why the nickname?”

  “She was an asshole to Ali,” Joshua said.

  He explained what happened last weekend at the club and how Elise left the session without providing any care. I remember she walked out on Joshua also. I know some Tops who aren’t the best at it, but never have I had a Top not even bother to ask if I needed anything. I thought she would have learned from her session with Joshua to at least ask during her next session.

  “Surely, James has mentioned that to her,” I said.

  “I’m sure he has. But you know how it goes. It’s up to the person to retain it.”

  “So, James is letting Brandon have a session with her?”

  “Yeah, I’m just as surprised. But Brandon is ten times the masochist that Ali is. Top bitch might be a good match for Brandon. I think James is wondering if she will pair and play better with Brandon than she did Ali.”

  “Because he’s a guy?” I asked, although I knew that was the reason. It was one of those things that I understood. I knew that certain play partners gelled and clicked better with some than with others.

  “Yeah. He’s a guy, and if her kink includes punishing younger guys and controlling them, then she might have a better session with Brandon than she did with Ali.”

  “But you’re a guy,” I argued.

  “But I’m not a masochist. I like some pain, but not like Ali, or Brandon, or you.”

  My dick throbbed at the idea that Elise liked to punish and control younger men. I was a younger man who happened to love being hurt and punished. I desperately wanted a chance to have a session with her. But first thing’s first, I wanted to watch her with Brandon.

  “You know, I think I will come to the club after all. I want to watch her with Brandon.”

  “I’m sure James will be right there too. He’s really protective with Brandon,” Joshua began. “You’re going to think I’m crazy for saying this, but I think James really connects with Brandon.”

  That news made me happy and a little jealous. I kind of missed being under James’ care. Brandon was apparently a heavy masochist.

  “Do you know what Brandon’s story is?” I asked Joshua later that night as we leaned on the wall outside the room that was occupied by James, Elise, and Brandon.

  “He used to be a slave at a kink house. I only get pieces out of him, but I’m sure James knows more,” Joshua said quietly.

  I knew kink houses existed and had heard of some. I also had heard of some really sadistic underground houses, and it was from one of those that Brandon came from. It was to my understanding, though, that the Masters of those underground houses used brainwashing techniques and practices on the slaves. It was kind of sad, really. Most of the people that become slaves to those houses were already in a bad situation. They’re already running from something and end up there thinking it’ll be better. Only it turns out to be another nightmare.

  “Remember Trinity?” I asked Joshua.

  Trinity had been a young girl that had spent five years with a kink house and somehow made it out of their clutches. James and a few other Tops had tried to help her get healthy and play in a safe environment. Unfortunately, re-entering society was too much for her, and she took her own life only two months after leaving them.

  “Yep, I remember her,” Joshua nodded. “Between you and me, I think James is trying to prevent the same thing from happening to Brandon.”

  “Is he staying with James?” I asked. I was pretty sure that he was but wanted to be certain.

  “Yeah, but just as of recently. He’s very fucked up, but young, and I think James can turn him around.”

  “Is it just James working with him?”

  “Yes, so I think he will be successful with Brandon. With Trinity, James was one of four or five Tops working with her. But Brandon is at the house, and James keeps a good eye on him.”

  Joshua and I quieted down as we watched the session begin to unfold. James took a more hands-on approach to this session as he had with Joshua. Even though I didn’t see the session with Ali, I imagine James let Ali handle herself like Joshua. Ali and Josh were growing more confident with their own session negotiations. Brandon needed guidance.

  “These areas are off limits, Elise,” James pointed to several bandaged areas on his chest, back, and the backs of his legs. “If you strike him, keep it on his ass.”

  Elise agreed, and within moments, she had orchestrated a punishment session. I watched her wield the crop and bring it down almost in the same spot each time. Occasionally, she would give him a bare-handed spanking that absolutely drove me wild. It took me no time at all to grow hard and begin to stroke myself.

  What I wouldn’t give to be in Brandon’s position. Literally. I wanted her hand on my flesh. I wanted her to say all the degrading things to me that she was saying to Brandon. She was getting verbally cruel with Brandon; I couldn’t believe that Elise from the coffee house had this in her.

  “You aren’t even worth my time, you pathetic boy,” Elise yelled at him and slapped his ass hard.

  The sound of flesh upon flesh echoed in the room. Her hands drifted dangerously close to the back of his upper legs, and James stepped in by saying Brandon’s safe word.

  “Red.” James stepped beside Brandon and held his arm out between Brandon’s body and Elise. “Play ceases,” he said calmly.

  Elise was clearly pissed off and took a step back with her hands on her hips.

  “Really?” Elise asked in an annoyed tone. James was helping Brandon off the spanking bench, and Elise took a quick step toward Brandon. “I didn’t hear you complaining, pussy boy.”

  Shocked, Joshua and I both turned our heads to look at one another. Joshua shook his head, and I wanted to run in there and beg her to just stop talking.

  “Elise, play has stopped,” James said again in a firm voice.

  “Oh, I know it stopped. You interjected and made it stop. Pussy boy was fine continuing, weren’t you?” Elise asked as she looked down at Brandon’s erection. “See, he looks like he would be fine to continue.”

  “She’s just digging her grave,” Josh said under his breath.

  Grave. I thought about how she lost her husband. It seems that during her own grief, immense anger has taken over. I knew what it was like to be angry after the death of a loved one…or three, for that matter.

  “Kneel, Brandon,” James instructed.

  Brandon lowered to the ground, and when James told him to relax, he sat back on his heels. James stood between Brandon and Elise as he addressed the mounting issues.

  “I stopped play because you were getting too close to some of his existing injuries. That is why play stopped. Since the session was over, there was no need to continue with the degradation talk.”

  “I didn’t hear the pussy boy complaining, nor did I hear him say his safe word,” Elise sneered.

  Elise didn’t seem to ge
t it. It was as if the anger and degrading comments and names weren’t part of the play session at all. She truly felt this angry and cruel. I could help her, though.

  “Brandon does not know his own limits yet. That is why I am here…to prevent harm. That is twice now that you have ignored the fact that the session has ended. There is no need to continue with name calling.”

  “Well,” Elise cocked her head to the side. “Shouldn’t I offer to give him some care?” Elise asked.

  “At this point, I am asking you to leave the room. I will provide the necessary care,” James said firmly.

  Elise was shaking her head as she turned and walked toward the hallway. I quickly lowered my head as she stormed out. The heels of her boots angrily clicked the entire way down the hall.

  James crouched down, facing Brandon. He placed his hand on Brandon’s shoulder and spoke quietly to him. Brandon seemed to have a scowl on his face, and I couldn’t tell if he was angry that the session had been interrupted or if he had been bothered by it. I was leaning on the feeling that he was angry that the session has been interrupted. He’s a masochist and enjoys that sort of thing.

  For hours I hung around the club in the main lobby and talked with Joshua, and then Ali joined us. I was enjoying catching up on things with them, but I was watching and waiting for James to appear. I knew that I could help Elise. I just needed him to introduce us in this setting.

  Finally, James appeared with Brandon, and they made their way toward us. Brandon looked calmer and was dressed now. I sat up straight, eager to catch James’ attention at the first appropriate opportunity. James tapped Joshua on the shoulder, silently getting him to scoot over on the couch, making a spot for Brandon between him and Ali.

  “Have a seat, Brandon. I’ll get you something to drink,” James said and headed to the bar, leaving the four of us alone.

  “What’s up, Brandon?” I asked and smiled at him.

  Joshua propped his arm on the cushion behind Brandon. I knew Josh was taking on a big brother type of role with Brandon, and he’d be good at it. Brandon looked at me and smiled sheepishly. The four of us said little while we waited for James to return. James came back and stood in front of Brandon with a bottle of water and a bottle of juice. He twisted both of the caps off, breaking their safety seals, and then screwed the caps back on loosely before handing them to Brandon.