Plaything

by Cole Denton

  “My mother has passed away. She—”

  I stopped in my tracks and whirled around. When he said that, it made me think of Jacob and my heart clenched. Angrily, I reached up and slapped him across the face. Andrew’s cheek instantly turned red, and strands of his hair fell down over his eyes. Almost as quickly as his face turned red, had his blue eyes disappeared. The blue in them had been taken over by his enlarged, dark pupils. Oh my God…he had been that turned on by being slapped.

  While I was incredibly turned on by the fact that he had been so turned on, I needed to put the blame on his shoulders. It was his fault. He made me think of Jacob by talking when I hadn’t told him to. My hands were shaking, and I gripped my hips so that he wouldn’t see me shaking.

  “Did I ask you about your mother or if she was still alive?”

  “No, ma’am,” Andrew murmured. I slapped him across the face again. More strands of his brown hair flopped down, obscuring those dilated pupils.

  He liked it.

  “No, what?” I questioned and put my hand near my ear, trying to regain focus. “Did I not just tell you that I do not want you calling me ‘ma’am’?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yet, you did it again.”

  “My apologies, Mistress Elise. It’s a habit. It won’t happen again.”

  “You’ve got that right. You will be in some serious pain if you utter that again.”

  For a brief moment, I realized how dangerous this could be for us. He truly loved pain, and I enjoyed making him hurt.

  “Yes, Mistress Elise. I understand.”

  “For clarification, I had asked you if you called your mother ‘ma’am.’ That was a simple question that only required a yes or no response. I needed no other info. Why did you share that? What was the purpose?”

  “I thought you—”

  “Ah! That is your first mistake. You attempted to think for me. Don’t do that, Andrew. It will be very dangerous for you. But, go on and entertain me now. Tell me what you thought that I was thinking.”

  “I thought that you might like to know about my family and me.”

  I was still angry, and it wasn’t a chore at all to turn my lips into a frown and shake my head at him.

  “No, I had no interest in hearing about your family.” I swallowed hard. “Now, if you’re done being sentimental, as a reminder, you are to address me a ‘Mistress,’ or ‘Mistress Elise.’ Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise.”

  I stared him down for a moment, then turned and continued leading him to the garage. I held the door open that led from the house to the garage and walked over to a tarp that I had set out on the ground. I pointed to a box that was lined with a black trash bag.

  “That box is your laundry hamper. You are permitted to use the washer and dryer between 8 a.m. and noon on Saturdays. I suggest you plan accordingly.” I looked at him to make sure he understood.

  “Yes, Mistress Elise,” he replied and nodded.

  “These four boxes are your dresser drawers. I suggest you shake your clothes out each morning in case bugs crawl into the boxes. Basically, I don’t want to see an ounce of your existence in my home. You are here for my pleasure. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise.”

  “Good. Well, go ahead and unpack. I’d like to make sure you followed directions and were able to count,” I said sarcastically and put my hands on my hips.

  Andrew set his duffle bag down on the tarp and held up six pairs of socks and then set them in a box. He then presented six pairs of black boxer briefs and then set them in the same box as his socks. Next, he showed me four shirts and four pairs of pants and then pointed to the pants and shirt he was wearing as the fifth pair of pants and shirt.

  “I’m also wearing the seventh pair of socks and underwear.”

  “Good, Andrew. I’m glad to see that you were able to count.”

  He put his pants and shirts in a box and then used another box for his work uniforms.

  “Show me what you brought in your brown bag,” I instructed.

  I was very curious to see what this man brought. He showed me his cell phone, cell phone charger, two books, a notebook, a small photo album, a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, hair gel, and a comb. I picked up the two novels and flipped the backs over.

  “I’ve never heard of these. What are they? Mysteries?”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise,” Andrew replied. I could tell that he wanted to elaborate, but he kept himself in check and only answered with the information that was asked of him.

  “Are these your favorite books?” I asked.

  “Yes, Mistress Elise.”

  I nodded and dropped them on the tarp. I picked up his notebook and thumbed through it. Many of the pages were filled. I couldn’t tell if these were notes for something or what.

  “What do you write in the notebook?”

  “When I feel like I need to get some things out, I write in the notebook.”

  “Clearly, you write in the notebook. I deduced that when I opened it and saw writing. I don’t understand how you can even manage to fulfill coffee orders accurately.” I shook my head in wonder at him. “Let me dumb this down for you so you can understand. What…Do…You…Write?”

  I over accentuated the words so he would realize that he made another error by not replying to the question being asked.

  “I write things that are on my mind. Sometimes it’s poetry, Mistress Elise.”

  His response bothered me, though I wasn’t sure why. He was apparently one of those people who were in touch with their feelings. Such bullshit. I grew annoyed and angry.

  “You write about your feelings? Little girlfriends not giving you blowjobs or letting you fuck their asses?” He stood there quietly and calmly taking what I dished out, which pissed me off even more. I slapped him in the face again because he hadn’t answered me. “Answer me, Andrew!”

  “I write about loss,” he said calmly.

  Loss. Bullshit. What could this fucking twenty-nine-year-old know about loss? I was beyond irritated and tossed his little feelings notebook down on the ground beside his books.

  “Well, if you’re done stroking your inner emotional self, I’m hungry. Have you eaten?”

  “No, Mistress Elise.”

  “Remove everything, stop at the bathroom at the end of the hallway and wash your hands, then meet me in the kitchen. You will kneel to the left of the chair that has a place setting. I’m going to make dinner, and what I don’t eat, I will give it to you. Do you have any questions?” I asked him.

  “No, Mistress Elise.”

  I walked ahead of him and made my way to the kitchen. I went to the sink and stared down into it. When I heard the water running in the bathroom, I knew that I was safe to steal a few moments for myself without his eyes. I turned my right hand over and stared at the redness that stretched the length of all my fingertips. The fingertips still stung a little bit from where I slapped him three times.

  Did I feel guilty? I wasn’t sure if I felt guilt, but I had an exhilarating energy racing through my body. I noticed how much my nipples ached as I leaned forward to flip the faucet on.

  “Mmm,” I lightly moaned under my breath.

  I reached down and ran my stinging fingertips along the crotch of my panties, feeling how swollen my pussy lips were. As I shifted the weight from my left foot to the right, I also became aware of the dampness.

  While I washed my hands, another thrill moved through me as I realized that my swollen pussy lips and dampness had most likely been a direct result of striking Andrew. I marveled at the fact that my body was telling me that I had made the right decision by bringing Andrew into the home.

  It was also a little alarming that being so cold and mean to him made me feel so powerful and turned me on at the same time. I had never been like this before, but maybe it had been in me, and I never knew it. I decided to shelve those thoughts for the moment and focus on dinner. Andrew had returned and was now kneeli
ng exactly where I had asked him to. While I prepared the food, I went over an expectation about mealtime with him.

  “Whenever I eat, that will be where you will remain. You will always kneel to the left of that chair. I like to sit down from the right of the chair, and I do not want you in my way. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise,” Andrew responded.

  I turned the stove off and poured the piping hot soup into a bowl and carried it to the table. I went back to the stove and put the freshly steamed vegetables onto a plate and added two dinner rolls. I set that plate just to the left of the soup bowl, and just before I sat down, I looked at Andrew as he knelt there.

  The first thing that I noticed was that his silver chain with the two letter “A” charms still hung around his neck. He hadn’t listened to me. I was shocked and appalled. His disregard for my explicit direction had me so angry that I couldn’t even enjoy the sight of the rest of his delectable naked body. I reminded myself to stay firm and set the tone with him.

  “Are you hard of hearing?” I asked in a louder volume.

  With my hands on my hips, I glared down at him. I was even more annoyed that he had a look of confusion on his face.

  “Well, are you?” I prompted him again. “Andrew, I do not like repeating myself.”

  “No, Mistress Elise. I don’t have difficulties hearing.”

  “Then, are you just dumb? Unobservant? Or are you purposely trying to challenge me?”

  “No, Mistress Elise.”

  I let out an exasperated sigh.

  “My instructions were to remove everything,” I reminded him.

  I had hoped he would see where he made the error. When it was clear that he was clueless, I snapped. I slapped my hand on the table, causing both the silverware and Andrew to jump.

  “Everything!” I screamed at him.

  Andrew looked down his chest and reached back to feel his feet as if he had forgotten to remove a sock. Was he this dense? I grabbed a handful of his soft brown hair and pulled his head back, quickly forcing him to look up at me. His eyes found mine, but my eyes shifted to focus on his throat that moved as he swallowed. I put my fingers under the “A” charms and tugged with the slightest of pressure.

  “When I said everything, I meant your little necklace too.”

  “Mistress Elise, please,” Andrew quickly began.

  “Did I ask you to speak?” I tightened my grip on his hair and tugged it backward.

  “No, Mistress Elise.”

  “Why did you leave this on when I asked you to remove everything?”

  “It’s part of me. You know how some people wear a cross? This means that much to me,” Andrew explained.

  I looked down into his pleading eyes, and they almost softened me. Almost. Until he added the next part.

  “It’s important as a wedding ring.”

  I had a wedding ring and occasionally slipped it on from time to time. It meant the world to me. And his fucking mouth reminded me that I lost Jacob.

  Out of anger for the reminder that Jacob was gone, and that my finger no longer showed that I belonged to someone, I gripped his chain and tugged with more pressure until I saw the look in his eyes. I let go of the chain and charms, letting them fall back against his chest.

  “Well, it certainly doesn’t look like a cross or a wedding ring.” I sat down and tried to calm myself. I took a sip of water and cleared my throat. “Fine by me though if you preach to the letter ‘A’ Gods, or have some attachment to the letter ‘A.’”

  I ate in silence and acted as if he weren’t kneeling next to me. I could feel as though he were biting his tongue, which was probably a good thing for him right now. I used to wear a wedding ring that showed that I was loved and cared for too. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see his hands slowly opening and closing on the top of his muscular, tanned thighs. As I ate, I justified my behavior. I told him to remove everything.

  I picked up a couple of green beans with my fingers, and without looking at him, I held the beans out for him to eat. He hesitated, but I kept my hand where it was, and eventually, he ate the green beans from my hand. During the rest of my dinner, I occasionally held food out to him to eat while I devised his punishment for not following my directions.

  “Andrew, please clear the table, put the dishes and pots in the dishwasher. Then go put your little necklace in the garage with your other items. When you are done, meet me in the living room for your punishment.”

  I stood and started to go to the spare room where all of the toys were kept, but then stopped and turned to face him. Andrew was standing at the table and was gathering the dishes. This time I had no trouble letting my eyes roam his incredible body. I would be enjoying that delicious body very soon.

  “Do you have any questions about what is being asked of you?” I questioned him so that we don’t have another misunderstanding.

  “No, Mistress Elise. I don’t have any questions.”

  “Good. Then I will meet you in the living room once you’ve completed the assigned tasks.”

  In the spare bedroom, I made quick work out of selecting a cock cage and a paddle. I opted for the thick lacquered wooden one because I knew damn well that this would make a statement. I carried my toys back to the living room and waited for Andrew. I heard him load up the dishwasher, and then he quickly walked through the living room on his way to the garage with his broken necklace. Andrew returned a few moments later and stood next to the coffee table.

  “I completed the tasks that you asked me to do, Mistress Elise.”

  “Good. I’m glad to hear that the two simple tasks didn’t pose a problem for you, or confuse you,” I said sarcastically and stood.

  I spun the paddle in my hand by its handle and tapped my fingernails on the large flat side. I walked behind him and pressed the paddle against his ass and dragged it from his right cheek across to his left. I smiled at Andrew’s tan lines. It was evident he spent a lot of time outdoors, and his body was a beautiful golden color. All was golden with the exception of about ten inches from just below his hip bones down his legs where shorts must have covered him.

  “Of course, I didn’t think that my earlier instruction to remove everything would have been a hard one for you to follow either, but you proved me wrong.”

  Andrew was a masochist, so there was a good chance that he’d enjoy the hard paddling that he had coming his way. I didn’t want him to be able to achieve an erection. I opened the clear acrylic cock cage and placed his cock in its confinement.

  Touching Andrew’s youthful cock took me down memory lane as I recalled touching Jacob’s cock back when I had been in college. The skin of Andrew’s heavy cock was soft, though he was beginning to harden in my hand. As I put his cock in the cage, my hand brushed some of his soft, dark curls at the base of his cock. It was evident that he cared about his appearance and took care grooming himself. I pulled the head out of the opening at the end and then closed the cage until the top and bottom half snapped shut. The end of the cock cage was open so the head of his dick would be outside the cage. That way, I could taunt and tease him mercilessly, and so that he could go to the bathroom.

  “Have you worn one of these before, Andrew?”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise,” he replied.

  “Why does that not surprise me?” I asked under my breath.

  I picked up the paddle and gripped the handle tightly as I took a few steps behind him and to the left. “Part your feet approximately two feet apart…Bend at your waist and keep your hands on your lower legs. If you move or bring your hands off your legs, we start over. We’ll go to twenty-five swats.”

  “Yes, Mistress Elise.”

  Andrew moved into the position that I had instructed. My eyes focused on his heavy ball sack that blocked most of the view of his cock that was locked up in the cage. Though, after each swat, I could see the sack move, which then gave me a glimpse of his cock. He called out a number after the heavy paddle made contact with his flesh. A
fter a while, it was almost like tunnel vision as I watched the paddle connect with his skin and the dark red and purple colors that were already forming on his ass.

  “Twenty-five,” Andrew managed to get out.

  “Now, you may stand up,” I told him.

  Andrew stood and hissed as his feet came together. His hands balled up into fists and rested against the outside of his legs.

  “Now, tell me why you were punished, Andrew,” I requested. I stood in front of him and waited for his response.

  “I was punished because I didn’t follow the instruction that you gave me,” Andrew said and then sniffled.

  I raised my eyebrows at him.

  “Was that a sniffle? As in a boo-hoo, my ass is hurting sniffle?” I questioned.

  “No, Mistress Elise.”

  “No?” I took a step closer, daring him to lie to me. “I’m sorry, did you say no? Because it sure as fuck sounded like a sniffle. Are you a fucking pansy? You—” I shook my head in disgust and tried to reign in this anger that came from out of nowhere. “You would never have been able to cut it in my husband’s fire station.”

  “Mistress Elise? May I have permission to speak?”

  “Go right ahead, pansy.”

  “I wasn’t crying. I’m congested from leaning over and breathing through my mouth so much.”

  “I see.”

  “Also, I’m not trying to take the place of your late husband, Mistress Elise. I’m here for your enjoyment.”

  I felt a burning sensation in the back of my throat when he said that. I took a deep breath and told him to follow me.

  “I’m exhausted, Andrew. Let me show you to your bed.”

  I led us to my bedroom and flipped the light on. Next to my bed and the nightstand was the wooden pallet. I pointed to it and then stood at the foot of my bed.

  “Now, good behavior will be rewarded. You can earn a pillow or a blanket, perhaps. Poor behavior will be punished, and you could lose such luxuries.”

  I laid down on my bed, letting my legs dangle over the foot of the bed.

  “Let’s see if that mouth of yours can earn you a blanket. It’d be a shame for that bruised ass of yours to have to sleep on a wooden pallet. Don’t want you to get any wood in that ass.”