Randy Reporting

[Tseranc]

The younger woman squirming and cursing in the water only enticed him further, letting the toy do its magic while his fingers danced. He was kissing his way along her legs when her whole body went ridged, and he frantically turned the egg inside her off; backing away from her to the opposite side of the hot tub.

“Was that close Mistress? I thought it was, from what I remember of your body before release.”

He hoped that he was as close as he though, but made his way over to the side, where the oddly beautiful dildo of clear, increasingly large, spheres rested. Picking it up, he let the light dance though it, brandishing the next weapon in his chosen arsenal. His heart raced, knowing at least that she had not come, and just chatting about it gave him even more time to use the clear tool. His plan was to get her going with this, then add in the egg again, but once more back off before failure.

He hoped his instructions included permission to untie the laces that held her hardly present garment closed over her delicious pussy; making room to insert the dildo.

“Mistress, how should I please you best with this toy?” he inquired, almost innocently.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance’s gaze refocused on her pet, as he left the hot tub and chose another one of the toys he’d picked out. She looked at the toy then him again and smiled softly as she tried to come back from the trembling high he’d taken her on. No, she’d not come, but she knew had he continued she would have had a small release.

She shifted on the seat of the hot tub as she contemplated her pet’s question. “My dear one,” she whispered in a throaty, passion-filled voice, “I do believe that is your job this day. To find what excites me. What thrills me and what would make me come so hard, it would blow both our minds.”

She rose from the hot tub and placed herself in front of him. Her fingers danced across her skin, slowly up to the top of her suit, which she began to untie. The time she used to undress gave her precious seconds to allow her passion to subside... somewhat. She stepped free of the garment and handed it to him. She raised her brow and waited for him to begin again; a silent challenge written clearly on her face.

 

[Tseranc]

His Mistress had made things even easier for him, but removing her tiny garment, and handing it to him. He folded it up and set it gently on the table, it taking up less space then the third toy.

So he was to find out how to make her have an amazing orgasm, but not yet. Was she counting on his failure, or would new instructions come at some critical point? Randy really wanted to see her in have this mind blowing thrill, but held himself in check, trying to focus on the task at hand.

She stood before him in just her heeled shoes, challenging him. He motioned for her to take a seat in the lounge chair, as if ushering her into it; not demanding. Once she was seated comfortably, he began kissing his way up her leg, the clear dildo in hand, but not yet being brought near her. As he kissed his way higher up her perfect leg, he gently coaxed it to slide away from it's twin, and over the side of the chair, letting her high heeled foot rest on the ground. He moved over to repeat this on the other leg, leaving her spread open for him.

He couldn't resist, and arched his head low, to let his tongue slip between her silky lips, and run in on long lick all the way up her pussy. He then retreated, and brought the toy into play. He guided it closer to her slowly, with both hands, as if offering a queen her scepter. When the first small sphere finally came into contact with her flesh, he stopped, looking up at to her face for approval.

Slowly he pressed the toy inside, watching her body devour it, one clear ball at a time.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance enjoyed the provocative position her pet had placed her in. She trembled softly as his tongue made contact with her skin. A moan fell from her lips and then a hiss followed after he began to toy with her pussy instead of her thighs. She watched him with a growing hunger as he eased the glass toy into her. Her teeth pulled on her lower lip and her hips rose to greet him. Her gaze feasted on the disappearing orbs, one after the other. Eventually, Randy had them all inside her and was still enjoying the taste of her sex.

He used the toy and his mouth to bring her closer to release. She ground her perlvis against him and muttered a low curse. Her fingers moved to her breasts and she teased the hard points of the soft globes. “Oh, yes,” she moaned and sucked in her breath.

Her body shook a little and her face contorted as he slowly fucked her with the delicious toy. She licked her lips, chewed on the inside of her cheek and then swore as she fought to maintain a firm grip on her climax as well as the toy buried inside her.

 

[Tseranc]

She shook, and he thought he'd lost. Seeing her cum was exciting, and tempting enough to just hurry and loose, but not yet. He stopped everything for a second, and then let only the slightest of movements of the toy to continue.

“Mistress, is that enough of this toy? As much as I would love to see you cum, I do not want to fail, at least not yet,” grinning up at her, with his mouth covered in her honey.

Randy started to withdraw the toy extremely slowly; letting her adjust to the size of each sphere, and drag it out, only to let her adjust to the next one. The spheres grew at first, as he pulled, but once past the center they shrank in size; yet her body had no problem holding on to each as it was taken away from her.

Once it was completely removed, he gently pet her pussy, as if soothing it. He loved the sight of it, all pink and puffy from her excitement.

“Mistress, I think if I used the third on you now, you would reach orgasm very quickly. Is there something else you wish me to do?”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She stared down at him and the toy that was being pulled from her pussy. His words slowly came to her and she focused on his voice. When was the last time she’d come so close to losing this particular game? She couldn’t remember, nor was she even sure she had. He wanted to stop. She wanted him to continue. But most of all she wanted him to fuck her. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. “Pet,” she took another breath, “you were very close.” She blushed at her admission and felt her body tingling with want.

Her hand moved to caress his moist face. She slipped her juices from his chin and up to his lips, which he hungrily cleaned. She shivered at the sight of her honey being sucked from her digits. “If you truly wish to wait, then I will need time to recover, for you are right, I’ll come quick if you move to a new toy.” She eyed the third and final toy and all it’s attachments. Her gaze then moved back to Randy.

“So... my dear one. It is time you need and that means we have to find something to bide our time with.” Her foot reached out and she stroked his cock with the tip of her heeled foot. “I want to watch you come.” She looked back at him and smiled. “If you desire to hold off on making me come then that is your wish, mine is to see your come cover your belly. Come for me, pet, show me how you pleasure yourself. Show me what makes your body shudder.”

 

[Tseranc]

He was rather taken off guard, but quietly scolded himself, that he should have known. The hard heel of her shoe against his dick, barely covered by the tight shorts, was oddly not painful, but even more enticing. Eventually, he had no other choice. Loose, or jerk off... “Yes Mistress.”

He quickly and efficiently stripped from his plastic clothes, not hiding from her view at all. He had little shame left with her. He had no idea how to 'aim' this at his stomach, after all he'd been shooting at women in these situations in the past. So, he decided to squat down and take a seat on the deck in front of her; eventually laying out with his legs bent so that his feet were comfortably flat on the deck.

Still aroused, he took his meat in hand began lightly stroking it, sometimes closing his eyes, and other looking up at her between his knees. She was such an erotically powerful woman, and that power gave him the excuse he needed to comply with her wishes.

She'd given him more then permission to cum, so he didn't hold back at all; increasing his speed and grip as he went. Eventually he brought his other hand down and cups his balls, lightly massaging them as he pulled on his shaft. Soon after, his hips rocked slightly with the motions of his hands, and his breathing got more hurried.

“Misstress....I'm coming...” Th rest was just a grown as he released his seed; some smearing on his quickly moving hand, and more into the air to land on his chest and stomach. Randy kept pumping, now lubricated with his own fluids, and fired off more streams of white cum. His hadn slowly came to rest, and then departed his cock.

Laying in front of her, arms wide out to his sides, and eyes closed, he couldn't believe he'd done this in front of her; in front of anyone! He actually felt vulnerable from having her command and watch.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance watched with hungry eyes as her pet worked his shaft with varying speeds and grips. Her gaze shifted from the blur of his hand to his face and she saw the embarrassment of her request melt away, becoming quickly replaced with a growing desire. Her own sex throbbed with pleasure at the sight before her.

This act of watching her pet masturbate would be one that always turned her on, but it also did what she wanted it to do. It gave her time to calm down. She was able to focus on how her pet moved his hand and worked his balls. She gauged the whiteness of lack of whiteness on his knuckles and knew when he increased his grip or loosened it. She learned where he rubbed more often, what spot on his dick made his face grimace in joy and what part made his features relax so he could catch his breath. She analyzed everything this first time, locking it in so when she stroked him she would get the response she wanted.

He claimed he was going to come and so she moved to her knees beside him. The first spray landed on his stomach, then squirted up to splay across his chest. She smiled with delight and covered his cock with her hand as he lay there in a state of temporary exhaustion. “Very nice, pet,” she whispered and then licked up the come he’d deposited for her.

She cared for him, allowing him to rest as she enjoyed the hot liquid silk. When she was done, she eyed him with a look that told him she was still very much in charge of the situation, even if she’d cleansed him of his cream. She rose from the patio floor and reclaimed her seat.

“I’m quite composed now, my sweet pet,” she said with a wink and a soft chuckle. “When you’re ready to continue. . .” Her hands slid down to her pussy. The moisture of her arousal was still there, but it was not as strong as it had been. She’d accomplished what she needed, time for now had been on her side.

 

[Tseranc]

Just when he figured he'd figured this woman out, she proved him so very wrong. Her lewd acts knew no bounds at all, was the only safe thing to believe. She cleaned up his cum with her tongue, and her eyes told him it was not for his benefit at all. She was so very much more then any of the college girls he'd had that claimed they would do anything. Constance never claimed anything she didn't deliver, and delivered far, far more than any claims could warn.

She told him to continue, as if resuming from a short break in watching a movie. He got up off the ground, feeling entirely less then graceful doing so, and timidly walked over to the box that held the final toy. He plugged the cord in to the the Eroscillator, and selected an attachment for it, a small spoon shaped tip. He turned it on, and messed with the three different settings, getting used to the device in his hand. He'd heard about these things, but never seen one.

Randy approached her with it, and knelt down in front of her chair, flicking the device into it's first setting. Gently he let the tip work its magic over her thick lips, and then between them before he let it come to rest, with the small spoon cupping her clit. He moved the thing around, adding more angles then the toy could achieve alone, and then bumped up the speed to the medium setting.

His nervousness over using it correctly began to melt away when her body responded, but then kept his comfort in check, as to not make her come, at least until she told him otherwise.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The feeling of complete control was slowly slipping from Constance as Randy worked her sex with the final toy. She closed her eyes, bit down on the inside of her cheek and waited for him to either continue or desist in his assault on her pussy. The muscles deep inside her warm and wet velvet home contracted around the device and only when he eased it from her did she sigh in both appreciation and loss.

That sigh was lost however when he increased the speed and drove her closer to the edge. What was it about this man? She wondered as her hips began to thrust against the toy. Lovers had used this on her before; she’d used it on herself many times, but with Randy... it was different and she didn’t know why? Was he more intune with her than she’d imagined or dare hope?

The thoughts were pushed away as her pet went further in his quest to bring her to the surface. Would he drive her over the brink, or stop just in time. She wasn’t sure anymore if she wanted them to continue with this particular lesson. The toy was flicked to another speed and she almost came out of her reclined position. Her body tensed and her pussy clamped down hard on the implement that was rocking her world. She bucked up. Her nails dug into her palms. She bit down on her lip to stifle the scream. The points of her teeth bruised the skin.

Her gaze locked with Randy’s and she knew she was going to come if he continued. If he did, he failed. If he stopped she thought she’d weep with disappointment, but she also knew it was his choice . . . this was his lesson, though she was wondering who the victor was really going to be in the end.

 

[Tseranc]

Randy quickly learned how the odd toy worked best, and had his Mistress moving all about the lounge chair she'd been resting in. He was actually shocked he'd not failed already. He knew that the sights, sounds, and scent of her so arouse had his cock growing thicker once more, in a slow but steady return to an erection.

When she sat up and locked eyes with him, he wished there were a command to go with it...actually wanted to beg for instructions from her. He leaned up closer to her, though his face was still below hers, so look up at her; as he let the toy move ever so slightly out of its most effective position to buy seconds more. “Mistress, I do not wish to fail, but I would love to make you cum. May I? Either way my reward would be over, I just do not wish to fail in a task. Tell me, please, what you want me to do.”

He was nearly begging, pleading with her to answer, as his hand rocked the toy back and forth across her clit to keep her on the edge, but not yet driven over; he hoped.

“Please Mistress?”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance barely heard his words; she understood them and relished in the sound of his voice as he pleaded for her to come. . . for him. . .for her. It was there in his voice. She laid back and spread her legs wide, her gaze focusing on his for several seconds as she made them both wait.

“Fuck me, pet. Shove your cock in my pussy and make me come.”

She waited for him to do as she’d demanded. Her jaw was clenched. Her fingers wrapped into tight fists and her breath came in as ragged gasps for more. “Hard. Fast. Now,” she hissed. “Then you can come deep inside me. Let me feel what this has done to you.”

Her voice was thick with emotion. Her mind cloudy with desire and lust. She waited for him to comply; to give them both what they wanted.

 

[Tseranc]

Her command was music to his ears, and felt a surge run through him, elated at how he was to make her come. He'd have been thrilled with a simple 'don't stop', but this was more then he could have hoped for. As soon as the shock wore off, and he was staring at her wide spread legs, impressed how flexible she was, Randy stood up and straddled the low chair, aiming his now hard shaft at it's target. He dropped his hips until he was able to do as she said; shoving his cock deep inside her, and waisting no time, began fucking her for all he was worth.

And after she came, he was already given permission to cum inside her. His reward had turned out to be a truly great one. And at this moment, while he rammed his cock into her over and over, barely holding himself up on the arms of the lounge, he didn't think that rewards, and commands from this this woman, this creature of sex, was odd at all. He just wanted to please his Mistress, and so fucked her in the manner he was instructed, with joy.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The chair held firm and Constance would look back later and once more praise the craftsmanship of her specially designed furniture. Every thing she ever thought she’d use in a sexual way, either as a toy or as a place to be pounded, was sturdy and would withstand the vigorous ride of a pet who worshiped his Mistress.

“Yessss,” she cried out, wrapping her legs around his hips and forcing him deeper into her as his come exploded around her. She welcomed the sweltering heat and cascaded another flood of juices as the intensity of the explosion splashed against her inner walls.

Her arms came up and she wrapped them around his neck as he took in deep breaths of air to fill his hungry lungs. She too tried to calm the racing in her heart, the throbbing of her joints and then quivering jerks that her pussy delivered. Her mouth moved to suck tenderly on his neck, licking at the sweat and purring against his ear.

“Very nice,” she whimpered as he began to slip from her home. She turned her body, allowing him his freedom, though it was only temporary. She coaxed him to take her place on the lounge chair and when he was laid back, she crawled over him, topping him and claiming his limp rod between the come-soaked lips of her sex.

“I believe I may have to keep you.” She smirked and winked at him. “What do you think of that, pet?” She paused, and finished crawling up his body, her breasts meshing against his pectorals. “Don’t answer that now. . . just rest and think. I will rest for a bit and then take care of my, for now, temporary property.”

She lay there for several minutes, her head on his chest and her senses locked in on the scents of their mating and the salty taste of sweat on her lips whenever she would kiss and suck on his nipple. Eventually she rose from his relaxing figure and made her way to the patio bar, where she walked around to rifle through one of the various cabinets that held more than just beverages.

 

[Tseranc]

He was easy to manipulate into the chair; tired from his second orgasm that hour. His performance was rewarded with a show of his Mistress crawling up his body to lay against him. Randy loved the weight of her body on his, as she relaxed against him.

Her words were a shock, but he didn't answer, nor did he though he could, and was glad she told him not to. The idea of being 'kept' seemed to force him back to his world. News papers, money, and power. He had it all out there. What would being kept by this woman mean? While spared for now, she'd ask again. What would he say?

He couldn't deny that this is the most aroused he'd ever been. This morning he learned he truly enjoyed being her 'pet'; though that's not how he thought of it. He thought of himself pretty much the same, but loved her being such a powerful, demanding Mistress. What wouldn't he give for this? That was the far, far more frightening question, even if only asked in his own mind.

When she moved off him, he felt the loss, and while his eyes followed her every step, in light of the questions in his mind, he almost feared her return. Would she come back, and prove, beyond a doubt, that he'd agree to be a kept man, in a way never before considered?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance took her time, readying herself to return to Randy and cleanse him of their come and the sweat that coated his skin. He would be washed and then he would care for her needs. Her pet came first in her mind and though some would frown on that, she didn’t care. He would still care for her, but she knew he was exhausted as well as pondering his fate, so she would give him time to collect himself.

As she placed a wash cloth, a bottle of water, and a small tube of bath gel in a sterling silver bowl, then grabbed a thicker plush towel. She made her way back to him, moved to her knees and poured the liquid into the bowl. No requests for him to do or say anything fell from her lips as she dipped the cloth into the water, then poured some of the gel onto its damp surface.

She began at his legs, washing his body with the care and devotion a Mistress has for a prized possession. Her mind wandered to what the following days would do to them. Would he leave her and not return? Or would he want to come back? Would he crave her touch in the middle of the night? Or simply return home and chalk this week up to one kinky experience? And what did she truly want?

Her washing paused as she contemplated her own desires. She knew she wanted to keep him, but why? What made him so special? Was it because he was the rival of her own paper and she had tethered him? Was he something more? Or had he simply been a challenge? Was he the other half to her soul? Did she even want that?

Constance brushed the thoughts away, blushed at her distraction and resumed washing her pet, cleansing him of come that coated his testicles and sensitive shaft. Eventually he was cleansed in all the places she could reach. “Come pet, we can finish in my shower.”

She dropped the cloth and rose to her feet, waiting for him to rise and walk behind her.

 

[Tseranc]

He loved her gentle, but assertive tough as she cleaned his lower body. Sweat and cum were removed from his skin, no matter where it lay, under her care. He felt a little like a child, or better an object. Like a table being wiped down for further use. Odd thing was, he didn't mind, and it still felt good.

He was ordered up to her shower, and he followed obediently, but still admiring the view as she moved ahead of him. He felt hypnotized by the sway of her ass and hips as they made their way through the house, up the stairs, into her bedroom, and finally to her shower.

Randy moved, without instruction, and turned on the water, testing the temperature. When it seemed right, he stood up and faced her, waiting. Odds were she'd take off his collar, or tell him to; not wanting it damaged by the water, but he dared not make such a move without her say so. Strange what it was he dare not do now. It certainly wasn't the fear of punishment that held him either; that could be tolerated for a week. It was the desire to please her and in doing so be allowed to see what else she would do. She was a puzzle he needed to figure out.

“Is the water hot enough Mistress?” was his simple inquiry.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She felt his eyes on her and she inwardly smiled as they made their way up to her private bathroom. Once there she waited for him to ready the shower for her and present himself to her. When he did, she felt a sense of pride in his position, and wondered if he felt it. He seemed to wait for her without asking and take command of her needs without asking, knowing that it was his place to serve her had seemingly been natural for him; at least in this act.

Constance stepped forward and tested the water. “It’s perfect, pet.” She then closed the slight distance that separated them and released the collar from his neck. “One moment,” she said and moved away. She walked out of the room and pulled one of her dresser drawers open, then returned. In her hand was another collar, this one of rubber. She secured it to his neck and stroked it with care, her fingers brushing lightly on the skin that rested just above the band. “You’ll always wear a collar. This one is for when we shower or play in the water. There will be one for different toys we use, some with various loops, some with locks. But you’ll always wear one, even when we go out in public.”

She then stepped into the shower and waited for her words to sink in. She had told him he would be expected to be her pet for the week, now she had told him he would publicly display that position, how and where however still was a mystery to him and would remain so, until she was ready.

 

[Tseranc]

He was pleased that the water was to her liking, and stood there, enjoying how close she was she she removed the heavy collar. But then she told him to stay, and of course she did; returning with another, one to wear around water. As she placed the new symbol of her claim on him around his neck ,she explained that there would be more. He looked forward to it in a way, as he'd get to see more of her interests an.......did she just say public?!

He stood shocked as she left him for the water; numb. He had no idea what to make of it. Embarrassment? Fear? He didn't know what to think, and then from somewhere deep down, a small voice crept into his brain and whispered 'she's trying to ruin you'. It of course didn't make sense, she was right that her reputation would be far, far more damaged by any of this then his ever could. He was a known playboy who took nothing seriously, while she was a respected, hardworking business woman.

But the idea never fulled left, and he stepped into the shower, his mind racing, and looked at the woman he thought he was coming to know. He knew nothing.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance watched her pet slip into the shower and immediately noticed the look of shock and confusion on his face. She sighed and thought back to all that she'd said upon returning to the room and collaring him again. She turned and grabbed the soap and sponge, poured a generous amount onto it and washed herself. Her hair was treated to a quick washing and conditioning. The shower took less than five minutes. There were many times she had to wash quickly in order to make a deadline or get to an unexpected meeting of a new source. When she was done, she shut the water off, stepped out and dried off, only then did she speak to the silent man in the shower.

“Yes, public. You'll be my pet in public. You'll wear a collar in public. You've accepted this for a week. My week of using you. You agreed. If you desire to leave the door is easy to open, turn the knob and walk out.”

She pulled a robe from the bathroom closet and wrapped it around herself. “I am disappointed. Not only in you, but in myself. Obviously I haven't gained your trust completely. I haven't shown you that I would never embarrass you and humiliate you. I haven't done my job. You however haven't done yours either. Trust is a two way street. I trusted you, by bringing you into my life. I would expect you to trust me with yours.”

Her fingers ran over his chest and then up to the rubber collar. “We'll talk as two equals when you're ready.” She released the collar and placed it in her pocket, then stepped away. "When you're ready to talk and to take another step toward trusting me, then come downstairs. Right now your mind is too befumbled to listen to me.”

Constance left the room, her pet now reduced to houseguest. She had spoken the truth. She was disappointed with herself, she had been flippant, and would apologize for that when Randy had more time to absorb the idea as well as her words.

She quickly pulled on a summer dress, and pulled her hair into a fierce ponytail, before heading down to her study, where she poured a glass of wine and stared out at her backyard, refusing to gaze upon the patio deck where her lover had brought her so much pleasure.

 

[Tseranc]

Her words stung, but not so deep as to fully register. Not until she removed his collar. Then he stood, in further disbelief, feeling truly naked for the first time all day. Her words then sunk home, and burned. They burned through the cloud in his head that had been created by fear, and left him feeling only one thing; like a failure.

He washed himself, mechanically, and without much hurry. There was nothing sexy about this anymore, because she had left. When he was done and stepped from the shower to dry off, noticing all over again the nudity of his neck, he still had no idea what to say to her. It was obvious he'd been a fool, but how many times could he apologize for that?

He made his way to the guest room, disappointed she had not been in her room, or the hall, or left some sort of instructions. He looked in the closet at all the 'outfits' she had for him, as well as normal clothing that she'd worked so hard to get the sizes right. The time, money, and effort for her to arrange all this was becoming clear, and he felt horrible, all over again. Everything she did it seemed was done to impress, perhaps flatter. And he had a moment of doubt from one sentence.

Having no instructions to wear something she obviously thought looked good on him, Randy put on the loose fitting black pants, with only boxers beneath them. No shirt, no socks. He disliked both at his home, and hoped to be back in her good graces soon. Clothed, he went in search of his Hostess.

He found her in her study, and entered without asking. If he was an equal for the moment, he'd take a bit more. Give an inch, take a mile, right? She still looked beautiful, though in an entirely different way. Like any pretty woman, worrying over too much and in need of saving from those woes. It hardly shocked him that she could be the hard mistress, and the pretty girl in a summer dress. She could be anything she wanted, he was convinced.

“I'm an un-trusting ass. Always have been. Please don't beat yourself up Constance. I never trusted a one of my wives, never. Why shouldn't they then play around or seek a divorce, and eventually both? Maybe I'm not worthy of the company of a good woman for that reason. But one thing is very clear to me, that incident, that hesitation that ruined a potentially great shower, that was all me, and I'm sorry.”

He left his place near the door and knelt down in front of her chair taking her hand in his. “I promised to do this for a week. I hope you'll let me keep that promise. Who knows, maybe you can even beat my shortcomings out of me. I'm certain if anyone can, it's you.....Mistress.” He kissed her hand, and looked up at her, pleading.

He did want to see it through, and now really hoped that she could cure him of himself. His life was fun, but it was also marked with pain. Now all that fun didn't seem to cover up the bad times near so well. It just made him feel weak.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance stared down at him. Her face a mask of mixed emotions. She had thought for a while on all that they’d done in such a short time. He’d come far and she’d been impressed, giddy even, perhaps though she’d pushed and rushed him too quickly. She was prepared to offer him an apology as soon as he appeared and had told herself that if he chose to leave then she would accept it, though a part of her told her it would sting much more than any other man’s departing had felt. Her free hand reached out and she touched his cheek. “Please stand up, Randy.”

She waited for him to rise, his hand still held hers. She squeezed it and then pulled away. “I am sorry that I sprung that on you. You’ve accepted all of this so easily that my desire to have you experience more of my life overwhelmed me. I have you only for a week and there is much I would like to show you before we both are forced to return to our normal lives.”

A bottle of wine rested on a table and she poured them both a glass. “But perhaps tonight we just need to dine as two individuals. See each other as how we are when not behind spandex and crops.” She smiled and handed him a glass. “One night of simple pleasures. No Mistress. No pet. It will give you a chance to decide if this life is one you could find more than temporarily erotic or perhaps more permanent.”

She sipped from her glass and then placed it on the tray. “So. . .make yourself at home, while I prepare supper.” She stepped back up to him, kissed his warm lips and then pulled away. “Tomorrow morning, if you still want to continue then your collar will be on the nightstand of my bed. If you decide that a more ‘normal’ relationship is one you seek and desire then the rest of the week will be one that is both sexually stimulating, but more vanilla in flavor. Now, feel free to enjoy your wine while I play Susie Homemaker with my chef’s microwaveable meals.”

 

[Tseranc]

Randy didn't know what to think about her decision, but there it was. Done, decided. Should he beg her to reconsider? Would she? He took the wine and sipped at it, already missing her lips as she departed the room. Such a gently kiss. So normal.

Randolph Foster did not know if he liked this arrangement, and knew that he hated the fact that he might just want her collar back. It wasn't all for her now, it was something else. Something beyond the simple exploration of his kinky rivals sexual tastes. He was beginning to enjoy, for himself, the challenges her style offered.

He couldn't imagine this sort of thing happening with anyone else, not that he was in love with Constance, but having tasted her perversions, he wanted nothing else but to have more. Deep down he felt like tonight was a waist of what could have been more of her, in all her glory.

He finally left her study, and sat down at the counter on a bar stool while he watched her work on their meal. She was a chameleon, he decided. Looking completely comfortable as she went about preparing food. Just as she looked natural in a suit running a huge newspaper, or in fishnets and leather holding a whip.

Randy got up and walked around the counter, taking a bowl from her hand, and setting it on the counter. Without a word he reached behind her head and pulled her in for a hard, toe curling kiss. When it ended, some time later, he offered a simple explanation, “If I'm not your pet tonight, I could at least do what I should have done long ago. I used to think you a cold bitch, and thought it would be fun to melt that armor. I know now that you are passionate beyond measure, and it is I who hides in armor. If nothing else, I thank you for letting me see that.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Constance blinked back the surprise of his kiss as well as his words. She chuckled softly, placing a palm on his hard chest. “I thought a lot of things about you too,” she winked and then turned away, resuming the preparations for their supper, “if I hadn’t you wouldn’t be here.”

She worked around him, occasionally allowing him to aid her. She didn’t order or command, but treated him like an equal. It was funny, she thought to herself how easy it was for her to do this. To give up the control of him so he could see that she didn’t always have to be a Mistress. Why was she giving him the chance to see her as ‘normal’? She didn’t know, but she wanted him to see all aspects of her, it could help him in his decision to remain with her all week, and possibly longer.

“Let’s eat outside,” she said and began to load their plates, full of food, their empty goblets and various utensils on a cart, that she would wheel outside. “If you’ll head back to the study and grab the wine, I’ll meet you out on the patio.”

She kissed him gently and then headed toward the before mentioned destination. The memory of their earlier playing filled her mind and she smiled as she set their food and empty glasses down. Eating out here would accomplish at least one thing, it would remind them both of what they had done and the passion each could ignite in the other.

Constance took her seat and waited for Randy to return. The wind danced across her hair, lifting strands that had fallen from her ponytail. She turned her face to it and watched as the automatic lights flickered to life and the yard, the patio, pool and hot tub began to glow from the well placed lighting.

 

[Tseranc]

Randy fetched the wine, and joined her, remembering all too well what had happened here not long ago. And yet it seemed a world away right now. That pang of guilt stabbed at him again, but he tried to push past it and took his seat across from his 'equal'.

He knew he'd never be her equal, she was too capable and too sure of her world for him to ever match her. His own world was that of cheep thrills, and expendable pleasures. Her pleasures were anything but. They were demanding, and took dedication.

But he did as he was supposed to, and enjoyed the view as it lit up, displaying how beautiful, and secluded her home was even in the evening. He poured the wine, then began to eat. The food was wonderful, and he wondered if there was anything she couldn't do. He asked her as much, and offered up a toast to their continued week. His mind in that regard was already set.

He didn't want to talk about work, but exchanged small talk about his other passions, such as collecting classic muscle cars and fine wines. He hoped that sharing some of his hobbies would encourage her to share more; more of anything. He couldn't get enough of her.