Plaything

by Cole Denton

  “Drink slowly, Brandon,” James reminded him.

  Before James sat down, I caught his attention.

  “James, do you think I could talk to you before you leave?” I asked.

  “Of course.” James gestured towards the bar.

  I took his location suggestion and sat down at the bar. I kept my back to Josh, Brandon, and Ali because I knew that James would want the seat that would give him a view of Brandon.

  “What’s on your mind, Andrew?”

  “The Top from tonight,” I started.

  James’ eyes made a very slight twitch, making me uneasy about the hill I was about to climb with him.

  “I saw her session with Josh a few weeks ago, and then tonight with Brandon.”

  “It is unfortunate that you witnessed the one tonight, Andrew. I can confidently say that you know enough about healthy and safe play to know that what you saw tonight wasn’t appropriate behavior.”

  “I know,” I agreed, “But she is new. Everyone is new at one time or another.”

  “Yes, I agree with you, Andrew. But when a safe word is spoken, all play ceases. That is the first thing someone new learns. She may be new as a Top, but not to the lifestyle. That is why I am so troubled by this evening’s events.”

  “Anything can happen, though. Like accidents. I don’t think she meant to get close to the area you told her not to—”

  “Andrew, it wasn’t just that,” James insisted. “First of all, a Top’s responsibility is to make sure they play safely. The Top better make damn sure they don’t risk going near an injury. That caution was thrown into the wind. She balked when the session ended and then argued about it while continuing to call the bottom names. That isn’t healthy, Andrew…That is dangerous. I made a judgment error with her. Had I not been there, she would have harmed Brandon because he doesn’t know when he’s had enough.”

  I knew James was right. I was quickly losing my ground with him, and I knew my time was limited because he kept glancing over my shoulder in the direction of Brandon. All I could do was blurt out my request.

  “Would you introduce me to her so I could negotiate a session with her?”

  James narrowed his eyes at me as if I hadn’t heard anything that he just spent time telling me.

  “Andrew, I cannot do that in good conscience.”

  Fuck.

  “Okay, I understand. Then would you have an issue with me approaching her for a negotiation?”

  “Andrew, you are an adult and can make your own decisions, and I still care about you as if you were still under my wing.” James put his hands on my shoulders and jostled me. “I wouldn’t encourage you to seek her out. If you do, please, please use extreme caution with her.”

  I nodded as he gave the tops of my shoulders a few light slaps. He left me at the bar and went back to the three that were still tucked under his wing.

  6

  Elise

  I decided to go to the club on my own tonight. James hadn’t been expecting me, and to be honest, I was hoping to negotiate a session on my own. I was ready to be on my own. James had been most helpful, but I could take it from here. I knew what I was doing. After all, I had watched Jacob for so many years.

  I walked into the club with Jacob’s crop at my side. I was a little nervous because I didn’t know how I’d find someone to top without James’ help, but surely there would be someone. From the bar, I looked around the room and scoped out my options. I saw Brandon sitting on a couch with another shirtless man whose back was to me.

  Brandon was a known entity and was my first choice. I just hoped he wasn’t wearing the little red fabric necklace that meant he was off limits. Apparently, he was a troubled young man and needed a babysitter. But, since there was another man talking to him, I assumed that he’d be able to play. Perhaps he was negotiating now. I took my crop and headed over to where Brandon sat with the other man. Brandon immediately stood.

  “Mistress Elise, good evening,” Brandon eagerly said.

  “Good evening, Brandon,” I replied, noticing that the red fabric necklace visibly dangled around his neck.

  As the other man came into view, I about choked on my words. Andrew from the coffee house. Andrew quickly stood and nodded at me.

  “Hello, I’m Andrew,” he said.

  Was he pretending not to recognize me?

  “I’m Elise,” I cautiously offered up to see which way he would take it.

  “Pleased to meet you, Elise. I’m a bottom at the club,” Andrew replied.

  Okay, he was taking it in the direction that we were total strangers. I could go along with that. My mind raced with the filthy thoughts that I had had many times of dominating Andrew.

  “I’m a new Top,” I returned the pleasantries.

  The smile on his face made me feel as though this could be the perfect situation. I didn’t even try to hide the fact that I was checking out his bare torso. The hair on Andrew’s head was a mix of blonde and light brown, so it wasn’t a surprise to me that the dusting of hair on his chest was faint.

  “Mistress Elise, would you like to acquire my submission tonight?” Brandon spoke up.

  “Brandon, the necklace, remember?” Andrew said quietly.

  “Yeah, Brandon. It looks like you have your red warning necklace on today,” I reminded him. “I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with your caretaker,” I added smugly while staring at Andrew.

  “He doesn’t have a caretaker, Mistress Elise. He has a protector,” Andrew bravely added.

  God, I couldn’t wait to punish this one. I had someone too at one time! Then a fucking fire took him from me! I cleared my throat to get my emotions in check.

  “Caretaker, protector, babysitter. Whatever, Andrew. They’re all the same thing,” I replied.

  As I studied Andrew’s furrowed brow, Brandon continued to make noise. He pulled his red necklace off and put it in his pocket.

  “No, Mistress Elise, I won’t get in trouble.”

  “Pussy boy, won’t your babysitter, I mean, protector, get mad that you removed your art and craft necklace?” I said to Brandon without looking at him. Instead, I kept my attention fully on Andrew.

  “No, Mistress Elise. I can play. You’d like me to play and meet your needs…I can do that,” Brandon eagerly said.

  “No, you misunderstand, pussy boy. I don’t want you to play. You had a chance to meet my needs last weekend and failed miserably. So, you’ve already wasted my time once. Why do you think I’d let you waste it again?”

  “No, Mistress Elise, I can do better! I promise!”

  “Brandon, you are not allowed to play. Put your necklace back on,” Andrew told Brandon, and then he looked at me. “He’s not permitted to play, Mistress Elise.”

  “Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Andrew. You must have been a bright one at your school. Because I’m already tired of your mouth, would you like to step into a room so I can show you why you need disciplining?” I asked.

  I tapped my fingertips on my hips as I glared at Andrew and waited for him to make his next move.

  “No! Mistress Elise! Please don’t pick him! I want to play! I thought I was a good bottom for you! I can take it over and over. I love it, in fact,” Brandon blabbed on.

  “Brandon, man, stop,” Andrew whispered and put his hand on Brandon’s shoulder.

  “No! I had bottomed for her before! She liked me, not you, Andrew. Can’t you accept that someone wanted to play with me?”

  “Of course, but James doesn’t want you playing without his presence,” Andrew told Brandon.

  “Okay, boys. Your little conversation is getting to be a little too much of a timewaster. Let me finish this up for you; Brandon, I’m not interested in playing with you tonight. Put your little necklace back on and get yourself a chocolate milk at the bar.”

  Andrew looked at me with wide eyes, as if he couldn’t believe what I had said to them. Another Top was making his way over to us, and both Andrew and Brandon greeted him respe
ctfully.

  “Good evening, everyone,” the man said and turned to address Brandon. “Aren’t you supposed to have a necklace around your neck, young man?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Brandon said quietly, unable to hide his embarrassment. Apparently, there were many Brandon babysitters drifting around.

  “Brandon is not able to play this evening. However, there are many bottoms that might suit your needs and desires,” the Top said.

  “I understand. Honestly, I had the pussy boy, and he failed to meet my expectations. I’m going to try Andrew out,” I informed him.

  The Top also looked a little put off by what I had said. What, is everyone around here so careful with people’s feelings? I lost my reason for living eight months ago. Yet, here I was trying to pick up some pieces and salvage my life. The Top turned to look at Andrew and then to me.

  “Andrew, have you negotiated a session with this…Top?”

  “Oh, yes, Sir. Everything is all set,” Andrew assured him, then he glanced at me.

  “No, they didn’t. She didn’t tell him what kind of session she wanted. She didn’t ask him about any injuries or triggers, and she didn’t ask about Andrew’s safe word,” Brandon blabbed to the Top.

  Little shit.

  “Andrew, are you negotiating responsibly?” the Top asked Andrew.

  “Um, we were getting to that part, I think before you came over, Sir,” Andrew was giving me a reprieve. Ha! I decided though that I better play along, otherwise; the babysitter Top wasn’t going to back down.

  “Andrew, as I was starting to say, I’m interested in a punishment session. Are you interested?”

  Andrew seemed very pleased with my question, and he smiled and nodded.

  “Yes, Mistress Elise. I am very much interested.”

  “Do you have any no-no areas or boo-boos like Brandon? Anything that I need to be aware of?” I asked.

  “No, ma’am.”

  “What is your chosen safe word, Andrew?”

  “Red will be my word, Mistress Elise.”

  I looked at the babysitter Top and raised my eyebrow to see if he was satisfied. He looked more than annoyed, but he knew he didn’t have much of a leg to stand on because I had gone through the required questions.

  “Andrew, enjoy your session,” the Top said and turned to walk in the direction that Brandon had just run off in.

  “Well, my barista is into kink,” I said to him.

  Andrew’s cheeks grew red. He looked down and then nodded with a little laugh. I raised my eyebrow at him.

  “Let’s go, my little barista. Let’s see if your body can back up that mouth.”

  I led him down the hallway and found an empty room. I was actually very excited that very soon, I would be seeing the barista boy that pulled the cougar out of me…naked.

  “Remove your clothes and kneel with your legs parted, and your hands clasped behind your head,” I instructed. I took a few steps back and admired the quick removal of his clothes.

  Mmm, I marveled as I looked at his body. Unlike the pussy boy Brandon, Andrew was definitely a man for me to enjoy using. This was going to be fun. Andrew’s long cock rested over his sack and slightly to his right.

  Once he was entirely in position, I slowly stalked around his body. I made sure that the heels of my boots clicked and echoed in the room. Jacob used to call this kind of tactic “mind-fucking.” I tapped each of his firm ass cheeks as it rested upon his heels when I was behind him. I noticed his body was free of piercings, which was just how I preferred. He had an interesting nautical tattoo on the back of his right arm. I was mildly curious about that since he was a barista. Perhaps it was a family business of some sort. On each of his shoulder blades was a small, simple tattoo of a letter “A.”

  Interesting.

  Were they his initials? I thought they were oddly placed to be his initials. But maybe they were the initials of something. No matter, though. He was still a fine specimen to look at.

  As I walked around to the front of him, I took a closer look at the necklace around his neck. From the silver chain dangled an “A.” At first, I thought it was just one charm that hung to the chain. When I tapped Jacob’s crop against Andrew’s chest and the charm, I realized there were two letter “A’s.”

  Very interesting.

  “You must like the letter ‘A,’ I gather,” I deduced out loud.

  Andrew’s smile was proud, but his closed mouth told me that he wasn’t volunteering any information regarding the letters. I slapped each of his nipples hard until he brought his elbows forward.

  “Did that sting?” I asked, oblivious to the biting pain I caused him.

  “Yes, it stung, Mistress Elise. But I can take it.”

  “Can you? You seem awfully confident.”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise. I’ve dreamed of taking this from you for a while now,” he said under his breath and loud enough so only I could hear him.

  For some reason, I believed him. I had no reason not to. As I backed up through my memory of all of my encounters with Andrew, I realized that I had always found him to be a handsome young man. Even when Jacob was still alive, I had had some filthy daydreams about topping Andrew. I never in my wildest dreams believed though that he was actually into kink.

  “Oh, you have, huh?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Andrew’s voice was full of confidence.

  “Well,” I said as I slapped the inside of his thighs with the crop. “What if I told you that you may have wandered into my dirty little mind on an occasion or two?” I teased.

  “I have?” he questioned.

  “Oh, yes.”

  I slapped his nipples again with the tip of the crop. It brought me immense joy to watch his abs flex as the crop delivered the stinging slaps.

  “You, in fact, have. My friend and I have very dirty chats about you as you’re pouring coffee or drizzling whip cream on top of beverages. Every single dirty thought of mine involves you willingly accepting what I want to give you.”

  “I would like to give you what you want and need, Mistress Elise,” Andrew assured me.

  I decided at that moment that there’d be no harm revealing part of my fantasy that involved him. My clit swelled, and I could feel the crotch of my panties dampen at the idea of telling him. But by the judge of his growing erection, Andrew was very turned on. I wondered if it were the slaps from the crop or if it was the content of the talk that was doing it for him. Perhaps it was a little bit of both.

  Facing him, I crouched down with my legs parted so that his body would fit between my knees. I could feel the cool air against my damp pussy as my panties shifted in the new position. I took hold of the hair on his sexy young head and licked my lips as I thought about running my tongue along the stubble on his chin. I imagine that would feel divine between my legs.

  “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 rea
lly, 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