Plaything

by Cole Denton

  I stood and walked to gather my jeans and underwear from the table near the doorway. I felt that I had just been teased and taunted. Would she actually follow through and deliver a contract? I smiled as I felt the ache in my upper back when I bent at the waist and stepped into my boxer briefs.

  “Ah, yeah,” I murmured and rolled my shoulders.

  The ache felt good, though I knew it would just be a short-lived ache. It was just from a crop, and even though they sting, the sting only lasts for so long. The second I walked into the hallway, Brandon was right there ready to pounce.

  “She didn’t give you any aftercare, either. You shouldn’t play with her, Andrew.”

  “Relax, Brandon. It’s fine,” I assured him.

  “No, it’s not. James would be annoyed that she didn’t care for you,” he ranted as he followed me to the men’s locker room.

  And really, he was completely right. I realized that I sounded like a hypocrite and said things opposite what James has been trying to teach him.

  I opened my locker and tossed my shoes on the floor and reached inside for my t-shirt. I felt the slight sting that was left from Elise’s crop but was disappointed that it was quickly fading. I pulled my t-shirt on and then sat down to get my shoes on. Brandon sat across from me, and I could see his knee bouncing up and down nervously.

  “She played with me the other night,” he announced.

  “I know, Brandon. She’s played with a lot of bottoms,” I reminded him.

  I quickly stopped myself from saying anything further about how Elise is moving around playing with a lot of people. Joshua had mentioned that Brandon didn’t have a lot of self-confidence, and he needed to feel wanted. I didn’t want to say anything that might make him feel less needed or wanted.

  “She was going to play with me tonight, but then you stepped in,” Brandon recalled.

  I finished tying my shoes and looked up at him. His facial expression told me that he was desperate to start an argument but also wanted some reassurance. He really needed James, not me.

  “I know that she was going to try to negotiate a session with you. But it wouldn’t have been right. James doesn’t want you to negotiate sessions without him—”

  “I’m an adult!” he interrupted me.

  “I know, Brandon. James cares about you and your health, which is why he wants to be present.”

  “He thinks that I’m not capable of negotiating on my own,” Brandon said in a much calmer tone.

  “It’s not that at all.” I had to be careful of how much info I divulged to him. I didn’t want him to think that I knew more about him from Joshua, so I chose my words carefully. “I think James knows where you came from and what might be in your past. He cares about you and wants you to play safely, with healthy people.”

  “Is Mistress Elise not healthy?” he asked.

  I considered my words before I said them. I didn’t want to say anything that would negate anything that James had told him. What made things harder was that I already knew that he came from some shithole underground kink house where he had been brainwashed. But he didn’t know that I knew, of course.

  “I think that if you have played with unhealthy people in the past, that Mistress Elise might not be the best for you right now,” I said as calmly and gently as possible.

  His eyes moved a lot, back and forth, and then he nodded.

  “I see,” Brandon said as he stood. “I’m not good enough for Mistress Elise, but apparently you’re good enough for her.”

  Brandon punched the locker that was closest to him when he stood before he stormed off.

  “Brandon,” I called after him. I heard the door to the men’s locker room swing closed after he had blown through it. “Shit,” I said under my breath.

  Before I left the locker room, I pulled my phone out and sent Joshua a text to let him know what happened and that Brandon was angry. Especially since I knew that Brandon was probably in the process of acclimating to consensual play where he had a choice, I felt as though I had an obligation to help notify those who he was closest to about tonight. As I made my way home, I also decided to text James. I knew that Josh would approach Brandon as a friend, while James would approach it in a slightly different way. Brandon needed both.

  Two days later, Elise came into the coffee house with Liz. My heart sped up as I eagerly examined her hands. I was disappointed to see that she wasn’t carrying anything. I had been hoping to see some papers in her hand or something. I wanted to see some indication that she had been serious the other night at the club about a contract to become her plaything.

  I efficiently filled their orders while I caught pieces of their conversation. They were talking about going to a boutique today to find new corsets. My dick throbbed as I pictured Elise in a beautiful corset. I had seen her in a few now, and they were all gorgeous. The corsets themselves were incredible, but the way they accentuated her breasts made me hard.

  “You need to stock up on some more toys since you’re about to acquire a plaything,” Liz said to Elise.

  When I glanced up, both women were staring at me with wicked gleams in their eyes. Liz had a smile on her face, and Elise’s eyebrow was arched as she raked her eyes down my body as much as the counter would permit. The fact that Elise had seen me naked played over and over in my mind and was making me hard.

  I set their coffees on the counter and called out their names. They each deposited a few dollars in the tip jar before they collected their coffees and then took up their usual seat by a window. Elise made no mention of a contract or anything of the like, but they had been chatting about Elise getting new toys and supplies since she would be gaining a plaything.

  Was I being vain and self-absorbed by thinking that I would be the plaything?

  I tried not to be too irritated over this. After all, she was probably just teasing and taunting me with the offer of a contract. The women were just having fun playing with me. Truth be told, I would have jumped at a contract to be her sex toy. Older, heavy-handed, dominating women pushed my buttons. And I thought Elise might be that for me.

  I tuned out Elise and Liz and carried on with fulfilling orders. The next time I looked up, the two ladies were gathering their purses and were standing up, getting ready to leave. Elise tapped a regular sized envelope on the table as she stared at me.

  Was that the contract?

  Elise was making sure that I saw her with it. She left the envelope on the table along with their empty pastry bags, and then she left with Liz. I hurried over, making it look like I was just cleaning the table. I slipped the envelope in my apron pocket and then tossed the napkins and pastry bags in the trash.

  I had never wanted my shift to be over so bad in my life. But once 8:00 p.m. rolled around, I almost sprinted to my car. I turned my car on and flipped the overhead light on as my fingers tore at the envelope. I pulled out two pages of paper and stared.

  “Contract between Mistress Elise St. James and Andrew,” I whispered.

  I quickly skimmed the contract and glanced at page two for the signatures. It looked pretty straight forward, but I began reading everything out loud in the car from top to bottom.

  “Andrew has twenty-four hours to review the contract and either accept it or decline it. There will be no negotiations with this contract.” I looked up and stared at the brick wall in front of my parked car. No negotiations to the contract? That was a little odd, but Elise was new to this, so I didn’t hold that against her. I continued on with the reading.

  “Within forty-eight hours of signing the contract, Andrew is expected to move into the home of Mistress Elise St. James. He will only leave the property for work, and his weekly work schedule must be provided to Mistress Elise no later than Sunday evening at 8:00 p.m. He is also able to leave the property if accompanied by Mistress Elise.”

  I smiled as I read that over again. It truly was like a Master/slave relationship dynamic.

  “Andrew must always be ready to please Mistress Elis
e at a moment’s notice. Andrew’s purpose is to focus on Mistress Elise. He will sleep where he is told and eat and bathe when he is told.

  I could live with pleasing her. Feasting on her pussy while she uses a crop on me sounds just fine. I felt myself start hardening as the details continued to unfold in the contract.

  “If the contract is accepted, Andrew is allowed to bring his employment uniforms in addition to no more than the following: five pairs of pants, five shirts, one jacket and/or coat, two pairs of shoes, seven pairs of underwear, seven pairs of socks, personal effects that fit in one provided bag.”

  That was it. Pretty straight forward. I move in and become her plaything. I take with me only the items that I need, no more, no less. That wouldn’t be a problem because I didn’t have a lot of stuff as it was right now. I shared an apartment with a couple that used to work at the coffee house while both of them were going to college. They’d be happy to have the extra space.

  I reached into the glove box and found a pen. There was a line for my initials at the bottom of page one. I flattened the paper against my thigh and scribbled my initials on the bottom of page one. Page two had a spot for my full name and a line for me to date the document. I signed and dated where directed to and then initialed at the bottom.

  There were a few lines for me to write any comments or things that I wanted her to know. I set the contract on the passenger seat and thought about it on my way home. After I made myself a microwave dinner, I sat down with the contract again and went over it. By the time I finished my dinner, I had added to the comments line a few things. They were things that I learned from James to be essential and necessary for any partner to be aware of, especially in the capacity that I was agreeing to.

  My safe word is ‘red.’ I’m allergic to penicillin. My blood type is B. James Brooks is my emergency contact. If possible, I request that you don’t make any marks or bruises to my face so that I may work without questions.

  I was a little disappointed that there hadn’t been a small questionnaire with these types of important questions. I thought about all of the Tops that I have played with at the club; all of them asked these basic questions. Blood type, allergies, and emergency contacts were all listed on file at the club too.

  But Elise—Mistress Elise, didn’t ask.

  I passed it off as being new to that role. As a submissive, she would expect to be asked these questions, but as a new Top, it had slipped her mind to ask them.

  My instructions were to return the contract to her the next day at the coffee shop. My signatures meant that I accepted. I slipped the contract into a fresh envelope and set it beside my car keys to deliver to Mistress Elise tomorrow. Since I only had forty-eight hours to show up on her doorstep with my stuff, I had a long evening ahead of me. I thought about calling Josh over to help, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know yet. I had a feeling that he would advise me against it, and I didn’t want an argument.

  I was aware that there were many things that Elise needed to work at to be a better Top, and I was confident that I could help her with that. Plus, I was sympathetic to the fact that she had lost her husband. I knew what it was like to feel heavy loss.

  I worked deep into the night and generated two garbage bags full of junk that needed to be tossed out. I told the couple that I was renting a room from that I was going down to Riverside to stay with a friend for a while, but that I still was going to pay rent for the room and keep my stuff there. That way, in case things didn’t work out, I still had a place to live. I sat on my bed and stared at everything on the foot of the bed that I hoped would fit into whatever the “provided bag” was.

  I wanted to take my phone charger, a small notebook, a couple of books, a small photo album my dad made for me with pictures of my brothers and me, and some bathroom things. I imagine that even if the bag is just a brown lunch bag size, I could probably fit most things. I might have to forgo the books. Or the bathroom stuff.

  I began to weigh my options if it came down to bathroom stuff or the books. I picked up my two books. The novels themselves didn’t hold particular sentimental value, but they were each given to me by my brothers. I flipped open the covers and read their inscriptions, then glanced at the bathroom products. The books were more important.

  I was able to pack all of my clothes and one pair of shoes in my duffle bag and set the items that I hoped would fit in the provided bag next to the duffle bag on the desk. I was ready. Before I went to sleep, I thought about texting James. Though, each time I started, I only deleted the text. I both wanted to tell him about this exciting adventure I was about to embark on, but I was also afraid to.

  I had enough time before my shift to eat a bagel and have some coffee outside on the patio. Again, I started and stopped a text to James, and I did the same with Joshua. I was excited and eager to tell my friends but was hesitant too.

  I started my shift, and within a few hours, Elise showed up with Liz. As the ladies approached the receiving end of the counter, I caught their attention.

  “If you ladies would like to take a seat, I will bring your drinks to you as soon as they’re ready,” I offered.

  Elise and Liz nodded and then headed toward their usual seat by the window. I checked my apron to make sure the envelope for Elise was still there; it was ready, just like me. I made their coffees and carried them to their table. I set Liz’s down in front of her and then retrieved the envelope from my apron. I set the envelope down on the table and walked back behind the counter.

  I looked back at Elise just as she pulled out the contract. She quickly turned to the second page and smiled when she saw my signature. Elise looked over at me and smiled as she put the contract in her purse. Without looking in her purse, she pulled out a folded up brown paper bag and set it on the table. Was that the provided bag? It looked to be a little larger than a lunch bag. I quickly thought about my other items; my books would fit in there and possibly my hair stuff. Maybe not all my bathroom things, but at least the hair stuff.

  As I smiled back, it hadn’t escaped my notice that Elise had only glanced for my signature before tossing the contract in her purse. She hadn’t looked at the critical items I listed on the comments line. I reminded myself that she was new, and I’d help her as we went.

  8

  Elise

  I did one more walk through the house to make sure that I had everything in place or put away what I had wanted. I stared at the wooden pallet on my bedroom floor that measured approximately four feet long by three and a half feet wide. This was where my sexy plaything would sleep. I licked the inside of my lip in anticipation of tonight. I couldn’t wait to see his expression when I cuff him to this.

  “I wonder how long it will take my plaything to earn a blanket for his bed,” I mused out loud. “I can’t imagine anyone would enjoy sleeping on this rough pallet.” I arched my eyebrow and considered what I had just said and reminded myself that Andrew is a masochist.

  Just like I was.

  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 Jaco
b’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.