Miss Carlyle Gets a Puppy

Literotic asexstories – Miss Carlyle Gets a Puppy by Amanita_Muscaria,Amanita_Muscaria
My husband and I drifted apart long before we got divorced. I know, that is no revelation. It’s how divorce usually works. Neither of us harbored animosity towards the other. It was just over. We are career professionals so there were no kids to fight over. It was just time to call it what it was.

It’s been a year since I’ve had sex and a little over 6 months since the divorce. I’ve been afraid of falling into another relationship and I just don’t want a fat belly with a hairy cock in my face expecting enthusiastic head. Why don’t men wash their assholes? They are so gross…I do miss having one though.

I was getting frustrated thinking about it. On one hand I wanted a cock twitching and spurting as my man found it almost impossible to control himself around me. On the other, men were gross and I wanted a man to listen and clean himself up and really just do as he’s told because it’s best for him. Time alone and, well, thinking about it as my marriage was ending, offered me plenty of self reflection for what I wanted. What I wanted was power and control over a man. A relationship that I was the architect of.

What was I going to do about it? Well I had to find a man I could basically own. How was I going to accomplish this? I needed to figure out where and how I could find such a man. And also one that I wanted.

First, I didn’t need a man for money because I had a seven figure income and a healthy eight figures stashed away. I needed a man that was poor. That way he would need me to live and just be more inclined to be the person I wanted him to be.

Second, I was a healthy six foot 2 with very normal proportions and in good, strong shape physically. I didn’t go to a gym but I ate appropriate meal portions and attended ju-jitsu three nights a week for a few years now. Physically I was confident. So I needed a small man that I was both taller and heavier than, add in my combat skills and I should be good. If things ever went sideways I wanted to know that I had a good chance of choking out a predator.

Sure, some of you are scoffing at the notion of woman beating a man when it’s most important to accomplish such a feat. I think that with a 40 to 50 pound advantage and 3 nights a week of rolling that this Amazonian is just fine.

When I added up my Mr. Right equation I got: unemployed, diminutive, and easy to control. It makes me feel a bit like I’m looking for a loser but that’s not true. I don’t even want a fixer-upper because I don’t want to fix the problems that I am purposely looking for.

It dawned on me eventually: my Mr. Right is a broken man and probably homeless. And that was how I started the habit of cruising around the homeless areas and driving by the parks they frequent. Before long I began to recognize the homeless people that I saw. That lead to me walking through the parks or around the blocks where they were camped.

This went on far too long and I decided I needed some help. There was a particularly tall, old slim black man with a ton of gray hair on his head and face that seemed to have the respect of everyone. I came up with a plan to hire him to help me.

He was crashed out on a park bench when I walked up. His hand and wrist were draped across his eyes to shield them from the afternoon sun that filtered through the gently waving leaves on the trees over head. I walked up to his face and completely blocked that sunlight. He blinked a few times, moved his hand from blocking his view and regarded me for a moment.

“Pretty white lady. Educated. Wealthy. You come to give Old Mo some money,” he asked with a smile that was a few teeth short and slightly vicious. Not in the overt way but in the kids movie way where the shark smiles and you can’t help but realize all they are doing is really showing you their teeth.

“Yes,” I answered right away. “I need your help finding someone.”

“What’s their name, Lady,” Old Mo grumbled as he slowly sat up. He gathered his blanket pillow onto his lap and offered for me to sit on his bench. I remained standing.

“I haven’t met them yet,” I answered smoothly.

Old Mo nodded. “I see. You want me to find a type of person and not ask too many questions. I have seen you around for a while now, White Lady. You are stalking. That sort of activity is expensive. Trafficking people is dangerous. Not something Pretty White Lady should be doing.”

“Pphhhut! I’m not trafficking anyone! But ya I don’t want questions so I figured $2500 up front and another $2500 when you find him. I will give you a one year prepaid smart phone to have as well so you can call me.”

Old Mo reached into a dirty pocket and pulled out last year’s iPhone and held it up. “They gave us these to track us so the aliens would know where to find us.”

I looked at him and the blood drained from me. I guess I knew why this guy was homeless he was a little crazy.

“Damn, Pretty White Lady, I’m just fuckin whit you.”

I exhaled, “Good.”

“The aliens always know where I am cuz everyone need my help. Now, tell me what you are looking for,” Old Mo asked me and waited for an answer. He had very much sized me up and formed an opinion on me. I had the certainty that this man didn’t miss much.

I pulled out a manilla envelope and held it in my lap as I thought about what I was about to do. Was any of this wrong? Illegal? No, I think I was safe on a conscience level.

I made eye contact with Old Mo. “I am looking for a white male, early twenties probably. He must be short, like barely over five foot. He has to be just bone and muscle, no fat. And nobody sickly or abused.” He stared at me for a moment and I elaborated. “The man I am looking for might get taken advantage of in the wrong camp.”

“Mmmhmm. White Lady wants to make sure that advantage gets taken on her terms Your looking for a little white puppy then? Old Mo can find you one. 5k now and 5k if you choose to be his forever home. That’s a 10k adoption and rehoming fee, White Lady.”

My eyes were wide as Old Mo just fucking nailed it. Holy shit he was right. I wanted a puppy. I wanted a pet man. I’m not gonna lie, I kind of low-key loved Old Mo right then as he understood me. “Deal.” I handed him the small envelope. It was full of iTunes money he could add to his phone to pay for whatever he wanted. Then I told him my phone number and watched him enter it under White Lady. “I will be by tomorrow with another $2500.”

“Don’t bother, White Lady. I don’t want you fucking up my reputation. Venmo me at OlddMo at Gmail dot com but make sure you use two “d’s”. I’ll take that envelope too.” He grabbed the envelope with a speed that defied the age of the man I was talking to and started to lie down. His feet nearly pushed me off the bench so I stood up. I stared at him for a moment as I stood there but Old Moe didn’t acknowledge me again so I walked away.

“Did I just lose $2500? Would I make it ten grand tomorrow? Yes. I would. It was worth it to me. I was done settling for life on the terms of what other people decided a life should be. I wanted my own.

I thought about sending Mo the money right away but I didn’t want to seem desperate. I guess I didn’t think that buying a homeless person was a desperate move. Let’s face It, I was tired of not getting what I wanted in my personal life. I got everything I wanted iny professional life. I just wanted things to come full circle.

I found myselfstaring at my phone, willing it to ring. It often did but it was never Old Mo. Of course, I had paid him the $5k total upfront. A couple months went by before I finally got a text from him.

Puppy found. The Orc will load you.

I wasn’t sure what the fuck that meant but this wasn’t really my world. There were orcs in the Lord of the Ring movies. I didn’t know what to make of crazy Old Mo. I just got in my pink Escalade and rolled down the curving driveway and out of my gated community.

My ex got all the cars, toys and boats. I kept the house. All of our stuff was paid for so it was a fairly even trade dollar wise but of course the house would increase in value while all the machines he got would not. He got all the cars, even mine. I’d always wanted a pink Cadillac so buying a new car was fine by me.

I lived in a gated community on the mountainside overlooking Las Vegas. My ex moved into a swanky penthouse down on The Strip. When I divorced, the house was valued at $10M. It was a sprawling, single story estate with beautiful landscaping and a lush resort-like saline pool and hot tub with an extensive outdoor kitchen. We had a calisthenic, body weight “ninja gym” that never got used because my husband wanted to get fat instead. We had a sauna, cryobath, sensory deprivation chamber, you name it we had all the yuppy stuff. Five bedrooms including three master suites and no kids we had to put something in all the rooms.

This magnificent house had just me in it. Suddenly, traffic got stupid, of course it couldn’t possibly be all the California drivers here. It did snap me back to the present as I suddenly had to stop. Luckily my pink Caddy helped keep me safe. That was good because I watched out for her too. I made sure to put a large blanket across my back seat because I knew I would soon have a dirty man back there. Wow. Was I getting a man soon?

I drove to the park where I hired Old Mo. I could see him on his bench laying down. Business as usual. I pulled up to the curb and waited. Soon there was a Thump! on the back side of my pink Caddy and I unlocked my doors. Someone opened the back door. A huge hairy man stood there. His stench instantly flowed into my ride and my gag reflex caught in my throat. He had long matted hair and it seemed to come out of every office I could see: his ears, eyes mouth, nose, it even curled out from his dirty shirt color. His face looked like he was simple minded. He guided a small man into my back seat and closed the door. Thump! Thump! I drove away.

I pulled away from the curb and put the front windows all the way down. I had a stinky man in my back seat. The Nevada heat was rolling in through the windows making it hot in my pink truck. It was fine, I’d rather breathe.

I adjusted my rearview mirror to see what the little man in the back seat looked like. He had hair that needed to be cut or burned off, I wasn’t sure which. His clothes needed to be burned. I had an idea and pulled off the boulevard I was driving on. I drove into a Smith’s grocery parking lot and went around back of the store.

I pulled up next to the dumpster and put his window down. “All of your nasty clothes go in that dumpster now.” I could see eyes through the snarled mess of hair looking at me in the mirror. He didn’t move though.

“Why are you in my car,” I asked. “What were you told?”

He had a deep voice and completely unexpected for a small man. In fact if you just heard his voice you would think he was six and a half feet tall. “I was told I would have a new life that would probably be good. I just needed to do what I was told.” he said it really quiet but I could hear his bass as he spoke softly.

I pushed a button and his door unlocked with a Thunk! “You have a choice then, don’t you. I want your stinky clothes gone. I have standards and you will learn to follow them.” I continued to look at him and he got nervous meeting my gaze, looking down.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He said as he began undressing.

“You will call me Miss.” I corrected him. “Every time I give you an instruction you will say Yes Miss.”

“Yes, Miss.” His clothes were landing in the dumpster one by one. When he held still I knew he was done and I put up his window and locked his door. I pulled away from the dumpster and soon left the store behind.

“At any time, you can leave. The doors to the house are not locked because my neighborhood is patrolled by armed security. All you have to do is walk out.” We were pulling up to my community gate and the small man saw exactly what I was talking about.

I opened my window all the way and the security guard focussed on me with a smile. “Good afternoon, Miss. Carlyle.”

“Hello, Jordan,” I answered.

“Are you all good here, Miss Carlyle?” I could not see that he noticed the naked man in my back seat but his question told me that he was absolutely aware of my truck occupant.

“Yes, Jordan. It’s a wonderful day, isn’t it?”

“It certainly is, Miss Carlyle. You keep having a wonderful day.” He stepped back as the gate opened. Community security always asked about the weather. If a resident mentioned poor weather or potential for a dust or other storm, it was a silent alarm statement for them to act on. I called it a wonderful day to assure him I was good.

We drove through and climbed up the well landscaped boulevard past several very large and expensive estates. I pulled into my driveway that curled up through the landscaping, around a cascading water feature, to the house. We were quite hidden from any neighbors or the main street. I unlocked all the doors and walked around to my new puppy’s side.

Weird when I thought about it. What was I going to call him? I watched his door open. A small foot, maybe a men’s size 8 came out followed by a similarly sized leg. He must have about a 8% body fat or maybe a dangerous 6% because I could literally see his muscle fibers move when he did.

He was all muscle, bone and dick. Not that he was well endowed, but he certainly had a marvelous tiny little hard body. His feet hit the ground and he started to dance, the ground was desert sun baked and he had nothing on his feet. His dick bounced and flopped as he jumped from one foot to the other. Really, his small size did a real good job of making his dick look good. The contrast did wonders.

“Run around that way to get to the pool and jump in. You stink. I want you to jump into the pool and then swim back to the edge and climb out. Repeat it twenty nine times. Go!”

He sprinted away and around the house. I grinned as his dick flopped and his muscle fibers twitched. He forgot to say ‘Yes Miss’ I’m sure we would get to some discipline in his near future.

I went into the house and grabbed some supplies and then went to the pool. My guest was sitting on the edge of the pool when I walked out and he stood up and looked at me. I motioned him closer. “For now I will use clippers on your stinky hair to get rid of it. Put your head over that trash can.” I follow him to it, removed the lid and then took the clippers through his hair with a half inch comb so he didn’t look too buzzed.

He looked up at me. He was cute. Nice, strong jawline and as he gave a small smile dimples popped slightly and he reminded me of a crush from my childhood: Christian Slater. His chest was hairless and tight flesh with well formed nipples that were quite erect. My eyes combed down him. This boy had a ten pack he had so much tiny muscle for me to look at. His obliques were evident as well. This boy was all tiny corded muscle and bone.

I looked down at his cock and as I did his hand moved to obstruct my view and I slapped it hard. “Don’t you ever hide yourself from me,” I scolded him. “You are in my house and you are serving at my pleasure. Is that clear? Our secrets are one way and you have none from me.”

There was silence. “Is that clear,” I repeated.

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good. There is a shower on the outside wall of the pool house just across there. Take this soap and completely wash yourself. Fill this basin with clean water too and bring it back with you. I handed him a bar of soap that I liked from Whole Foods when I was in there a month ago.

I was in a rough state at that time, and wanted a manly smell. The soaps in the store lured me in and I ended up buying a vanilla, rum and tobacco scented soap that had rich swirling browns and cream colors. I watched him wash himself as I laid out some tools. His tightly corded little masculine body was pretty to look at. I was looking forward to making him hairless. A hairless cat poofed into my mind and I smiled.

My outdoor space had ceiling fans all over the place for air movement and there were also misters that I could activate with my phone if I was so inclined.

Once he was done showering and came back over to me I asked him, “What is your name?”

“Adam, Miss. I can be whatever you wish to call me.”

“Adam is fine,” I replied. ” From my point of view, you realize of course, that this is like taking in a stray puppy, right? It’s so dirty you don’t want it in the house right away. It needs to be cleaned up. Then you do your best to teach it the house rules and you hope they get it right the first time.”

Adam smiled at me. The boy was cute. I looked down and his cock was getting nice and hard as he stood before me. “I see that you are a grower, Adam. Come closer.” I put out my hand, palm up.

Adam came to stand directly in front of me a few inches from my hand. “When I put my hand out like this, you must offer me your testicles to do with as I like.”

“Yes, Miss.” He moved forward and lifted his leg slightly as he spread them and his scrotum ended up in my palm.

” You have big balls, Adam. I wonder if there is a parallel to your deep voice, even if you are soft spoken with it. You have a nice looking about a 6 inch cock but it’s quite thick and it surprises me. How much do you weigh?”

I am just under 120 pounds, Miss. 5 foot 2.”.

“I am 6 foot 2 and 165 pounds. What do you think of that,” I asked him.

“I have no thoughts on your size, Miss. You are very pretty, Miss.”

“Adam. I want you to look into my eyes and think about all the shameful things I am going to make you do. Start touching yourself. When you are close to coming, you will ask for permission by asking, ‘Can I finish, Miss?’ and then I will tell you how or where to finish.”

He looked like a trapped prey animal as he stood there. His balls in my hand. His cock thrusting towards my chin as I was leaned forward. I sat up straight, giving him some room to touch himself. He looked at me tentatively, still unmoving. A drop of precum slowly leaked from the slit in his rock hard, girthy cock and I smiled. His eyes seemed to break a little bit so I nodded my head in affirmation just slightly.

Adam reached down to grasp his shaft. He had average sized hands. I reached forward with my free hand and wrapped it around his. My much larger hand completely enveloped his smaller hand. I started to squeeze his hand as it gripped his cock. His eyes gave me a sympathetic look and he really did look like a puppy.

I have thought of this moment a thousand times and knew exactly what I was going to do to make sure I got what I wanted out of this little man. I squeezed on his balls a little too, just to put some obvious pressure.

“Huh, huh,” Adam took in some sharp breaths. He sounded nervous. I squeezed harder with my hand around his hand as it gripped his cock. His knuckles cracked. I squeezed his balls a little bit more and he said, “Mmmmmhmmmmm. Mmhhhmmmm,” as he whimpered very quietly.

“Who owns this cock, Adam?”

“You do, Miss. I’m sorry I didn’t move faster. Please forgive me, Miss.” Adam looked down and I felt that he was genuinely disappointed in himself.

I stopped crushing his hand and squeezing his balls and when the pressure came off his genitals, more precum leaked from his cock. His dick had to be painfully hard. I put my index finger to the head of his cock and dabbed his precum. I held that glistening finger out to Adam.

“Taste it,” I said. He didn’t move immediately so I tightened my grip on his balls.

“Aaah. Aaah,” he gasped and leaned forward. He didn’t really keep his mouth open so I touched my finger to his closed lips lightly and smeared my finger across his lips. He had full, small lips and I painted them with his lip gloss.

“You have pretty lips. Hold still.” Adam froze. I touched his cockhead again withy finger and brought it up to his lips, making sure I got a nice glossy coat on them. “So pretty. Stick out your tongue, Puppy.” He put out his tongue and I smeared the rest of what was on my finger around on his taste buds. I kept my finger there for a while, rubbing his taste buds as his tongue stuck out through his glossy lips. When I was sure he had savored his own taste enough I said, “put your tongue back in your mouth but do not lick your lips.”

“Resume stroking.” I relaxed my grip on his testicles and he pumped his hand down his painfully hard dick and then back up and more precum oozed out but this time it was a thicker white pearl in his pee hole.

“Slow down,” I instructed. “That looks like snot it’s so thick.” We stared at it as he slowly stroked. His pee hole would open and close slightly like a tiny mouth with his movements. It chewed at the edge of the viscous ball of whitish-cream snot. I decided to go full on 100%. I was either going to own this boy right here or he was going to run away crying.

“So, do you want to eat that, Adam?”

“No, Miss.”

“Neither do I. But you want me to eat your cum, don’t you, Adam.”

“Yes, Miss. More than anything, Miss.”

He was visualizing stuffing his dick in my mouth and fucking my face. That is what his ‘more than anything’ translates too. I know I’ve got him now and I think he is a pretty little man so he will suit my purposes fine.

“You are going to eat it anyway, Adam. I want you to understand how what you eat affects how you taste.” I let that sink in for a moment before continuing, “you have been a dirty boy, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Miss”

“Taste yourself dirty boy. I want you to know why it is unacceptable.” Adam hesitated so I pressed my finger to the edge of his slit and pushed into the opening of his cock as I moved up his slit. It opened like a tiny mouth showing me his tender pink inside and I was able to scoop that round ball of boogery cum onto my finger from that tiny open mouth.

I held it up in the air by his glossy lips. The gelatinous ball on my fingertip held its shape perfectly. “Pretty boy with the shiny lips, stick out your tongue.” Adam extended his tongue and I deposited the curdled little jelly ball of cum on his tongue. I smeared it into his tongue so he had to taste it. I grasped his balls firmly and even pulled him closer to me with them as I withdrew my finger from his mouth.

Sitting up straight, I was only a few inches shorter than Adam. “All discharges you make will be cleaned up by you. If the cum is on me, you will use your tongue. Moving forward, I trust you will obey the diet I plan for you so that you taste sweet.”

His tongue went back into his mouth as he answered, “Yes, Miss.”

“You are a good boy, Adam. A good, obedient young man like you should live in a marvelous house with a beautiful wealthy woman. Keep stroking again. And clear your bitter cum mouth.”

Adam moved his tongue around in his mouth and licked his lips clean several times. His stroking rhythm was currently aimed at my chest.

Here comes the grand finale. I was nervous. I gently massaged his balls. “Would you like to see my tits, Adam? They are firm and wonderful to touch and kiss.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“I am feeling a little whorish right now. I was going to tell you to discharge in the trash can all your hair went into but instead I will give you a choice. I will show you my beautiful tits but only if you spray them with your thick, bitter, dirty boy cum.” I smiled up at him sweetly.

Adam didn’t answer me, instead he groaned quietly. “Remember you must clean all messes you make,” I reminded him. “Choose tits or trash.”

“Tits, Miss,” Adam’s voice cracked as he answered

I had firm D cup breasts, they didn’t really look that big on me because I was so tall, they still looked almost perfect. I saw Adam look down at my cleavage. I reached for the buttons on my light weight white blouse. I popped them open one by one. I then lifted my bra right up and over my head knowing that I had probably just ruined it.

I opened my legs, “Get in here and spray a whore properly.”

“Yes, Miss.” He answered with his quiet depth. He stepped between my denim covered legs.

“Slap my nipples with your cock,” I said with immense authority knowing he wanted to so desperately. He whimpered as he slapped my right tit and then nipple with his rock hard dick. It felt like I was being slapped with a stick. He was thick. My nipple went hard almost instantly and he switched to bash my other one.

“These balls are full of disgusting cum aren’t they, Adam?”

“Yes, Miss.”. He growled as I could tell he was going to explode. “Can I finish, Miss,” he asked so subtle and deep it was almost a purr.

“Paint this whore with it, Adam. Give me those thick globs. Empty these balls.” I have them a squeeze as I said it. He finished slapping my other nipple and looked into his eyes as I watched his cum face for the first time. He looked genuinely scared as intensity lit up his eyes and his mouth opened.

“Aaahahhh,” Adam suddenly couldn’t contain his voice as a hot splatter of his goop completely blasted my left boob. His face looked like he saw God. His whole body contorted with the second spurt that splattered my cleavage and then he gave a deep “uuuhguuuhh” and he shook as his body recoiled for a third spurt he sprayed my right tit. Then a fourth thick rope splattered on my cleavage. “Ahhh. Haaahh,” as his fifth hit near his fourth. The remainder just dribbled to the polished pool tiles below us.

I had watched the beautiful agony on his face through all of the body contortions as he spasmed his uncontrollable orgasm all over me. The smell of his cum filled my nose and my pussy was absolutely soaked. Apparently I loved choosing to be a whore I just didn’t want to be told I needed to be one? Interesting.

I stood up in front of my little man. I felt like a giant towering over him by the time I was standing tall before him. His mouth was very close to nipple level and he had all his thick, gelatinous cum spread across my tits before him.

His mouth opened and his tongue extended to lick my right nipple. It had just been anointed with his thick cum and his tongue pushed some of his gel onto my boob from my nipple as I watched him lap up a small amount. It seemed to melt on his hot tongue which disappeared into his mouth and came back out to clean again and I stopped him.

“Just lick my other nipple, Adam. You have proved your desire to be owned by me and that was all I wanted. This cum is not something I want you eating.”

“Yes, Miss.” his mouth engulfed my other nipple, no hesitant tongue this time. “You have nice breasts, Miss. Mmmmmm.” He moaned as he suckeld on my hard nipple. His attention felt good. My body was coming alive and I felt more like a woman to have a wet pussy without touching it myself.

“Stop now, Adam.” He obeyed immediately.

“Yes, Miss,”

“Go to your suite and clean up. Come down to the kitchen in your bathrobe when you are done. Feel free to get yourself some refreshment then and I will decide what we eat.”

“Yes, Miss.” Adam rose and went on his way. I watched his tight, tiny round butt as it clenched with his stride. He had a good confident stride. I wondered if he had been a wrestler at some point because he had that type of walk. Maye he wrestled in high school. We broke off to go clean up in our separate suites.

My kitchen is an open galley with a large center island. The fridge has split doors up top with a Bluetooth screen in it while there was a glass fronted freezer drawer on the bottom so the whole apliance has a smokey, light blue look to it. The smaller half of the air top doors, there was several kinds of ice options as well as water that could be added to in several ways: carbonation, electrolytes, caffeine, vitamin, etc.

The L-shaped counter and cabinetry provided ample storage and had two ovens that matched the fridge as well as matching flattop cook surface that was cool-touch. On the adjacent side of the L-shape I had a small gas grill since any major grilling or smoking was done outside at the kitchen by the pool.

There was a row of cabinets up in the air, way above the island where I stored alcohol. My little sister has a toddler and I had to move the booze once when she was coming over to visit and just never moved it back down.

Adam was sitting at that island in a stool. The seating portion of the island was considerably higher than the counter surface and allowed someone seated to see and be engaged in whatever was happening in the kitchen that was now below them. Adam was drinking ice water from a clear, chunky cut glass.

“Hello, Adam,” I said with warmth.

“Hello, Miss,” he returned with that soft spoken depth he had. It made me want to hold his balls to see if I could feel his vocal rumble through them. That was ridiculous of course, but I did enjoy the manly tone to his voice.

“It is perfectly fine for you to be relaxing in here and finding your own non alcoholic refreshment. You are never to drink alcohol or do drugs of any kind unless I tell you to do them. That being said, there is some erectile disfunction medicine in the cabinet in your bathroom and you may take one per day if you think your cock is not meeting my rigid expectations,” I smiled as I finished that sentence. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Tell me why,” I challenged him for a thorough answer.

“”I am here to serve you as you wish. I chose to accept this life,” Adam replied with his deep purring voice.

“It is my expectation that you will grow to enjoy your life. I am your Queen. Serving me is a privileged life and you will ways be surrounded by the finest things. I often work from home and expect service at anytime I might desire it. I occasionally entertain clients here as well and you will need to understand how to accomplish keeping up with that.” I paused so Adam could let me know he was listening.

“Yes, Miss.”

“After today, when you are in here and I walk into the room, you will get out of your stool, push it in and walk into your kitchen. Do not mistake this room for being mine. It is now yours and you will need to familiarize yourself with it intimately. You will be preparing all food from this kitchen and the Oasis kitchen.” I pointed out to the pool so Adam knew what I was calling the Oasis.

“Yes. Miss. I do have restaurant cook experience and will not disappoint you, Miss,” Adam intoned subtly.

“That’s good news, Adam. I assumed that you would know as much about a kitchen as you know about licking pussy. Now, impress me on the second one. Have you licked a pussy before?” It was time to get information on a task he would soon get daily experience with.

“Yes, Miss.”

“Given any orgasms with just your mouth,” I knew it was too much to ask for, but maybe?

“No, Miss.”

I nodded, “That is not unexpected. Or course it will change.”

“Yes, Miss, of course.”

“Tell me, Adam, did you do some wrestling in highschool?”

“Yes, Miss”

“How good a wrestler were you,” I was curious about his skill level.

“Decent, Miss. Never made it to State level. I did well locally, Miss.”

“I thought so. I could tell from your walk that you have combat arts experience. You are impressing me so far, Adam. I am pleased. Get comfortable and then make me a coffee.”

“Comfortable, Miss,” Adam asked as he got off the stool he was sitting on and walked to the other side of the counter so he was in the kitchen.

“Comfortable for me, Adam. A man is comfortable for me when he is naked and vulnerable. When I tell you to get comfortable you must disrobe. If you have some pretty underwear on for me under there, leaving it on is acceptable. The robe must go on a hook and most rooms have a garment hook near the doorways for you to use.” I pointed to such a hook at the doorway to the living room nearby.

Adam took off his robe, revealing his almost hairless chest. He had a trail of hair from his belly button down to his crotch where there was a slight bush. He flexed his core as I watched and I gave him a slight nod in appreciation. Robe over his arm, he turned away from me to go hand it and his tiny little round butt bulged left and right as he walked.

“If I gave you an oil check right now would I be disgusted with a dirty boy?” Adam paused briefly on his walk to hang his robe, like there was a sudden glitch in the matrix and his walk got a slight stutter step from it.

“Yes, Miss.”

“That is unacceptable. Make me a coffee: dark roast, full mug, 1 cream and 1 tablespoon of honey. Then go fix your dirty boy problem. There are large syringes in your bathroom and a bidet on your toilet. Your bowels should be clean at all times.”

“Yes, Miss. My apologies, Miss.” Adam made me my coffee and then his tight little butt ran by, his half-chubbed cock flopping wildly as he headed upstairs.

I smiled to my self. I was having fun. I then got up and walked into the living room with my coffee. The furniture in the living room was pointed at the ornate, carved stone fireplace. In the ceiling there was a motorized projector screen that could come down in front of the fireplace, the projector would be exposed from the wall it was hidden in, and we could watch something here if we so chose. I rarely used it since a movie night wasn’t something that I did as a single woman. Hmmm, I used to like those, though, didn’t I?

Opposite the fireplace was a piece of furniture that I had commissioned. There were more pieces on order and they would arrive within the week. The piece that I did have was a wooden bench. It was finely polished and completely sealed against moisture with a semi gloss epoxy. In the center of the bench was a perfect carve out of my butt for me to sit and it was quite comfortable. That is where I sat and sipped my coffee while I waited for Adam.

The arms of the bench were moveable and they had several Velcro straps attached to them in various places. Finely polished, hollowed out wooden tubes were available to slide the arms into so they could easily be repositioned. It was important to me to have a non-motorized piece of furniture here.

My coffee was just barely finished when Adam returned to the kitchen. He didn’t see me so he went looking and quickly found me in the living room. His cock was rock hard as he walked up to me and I smiled at his cock all rigid and veiny.

“This makes me happy, Adam. You enjoyed your enima.” I looked into his eyes and there was a question in them but he didn’t ask it.

Adam answered my comment with, “I am here to serve, Miss.”

“Move the wooden arm from the end over to here for me so my arm can rest on it. Put it lowest position.” Adam did as I told him and I rested my arm on the arm rest. It was a bit low and barely worked for me since I was tall.

I reached out and grabbed his hard cock and pulled him to me roughly. His shins bumped the bottom of the bench and he grimaced. “Be faster next time.” I scolded him. I held out my hand and since his cock was standing tall towards his belly, I pulled it down with my other hand and laid it along my hand.

“Your cock is about the same length as my middle finger.” He blushed as I called out his cock size. It was just he and I in the room, yet he blushed for me. I thought it was cute. “Does the size of your cock bother you?” I pushed on his lower abdomen to move him back.

“Yes, Miss.”

“I appreciate your honesty, Adam. I like your cock. What do you think about that?”

“It is yours, Miss. It would be best for me if you liked it.”

I nodded, “Very true. Now, it’s time for an oil check, Adam. Let me explain how this is going to work. I will put up my middle finger like I’m telling someone to fuck off. And I am, but it’s you I am telling to fuck off, Adam. Because you are to mount yourself on my finger when I do that and suck it clean when I say we are done. I am not going to fish around and find your little hole.”

He was slightly delayed as he answered, “Yes, Miss.” Was his voice a little higher too?

“It is up to you to lube that finger. I suggest you get it in your mouth quickly and get mounted on it like a good boy. Let’s go!” I barked the last pretty good to motivate him.

Adam bent toward me and his lips touched my middle finger tip for just a moment before his mouth opened and my finger slid into his mouth. I kept my finger as rigid as his cock so he had to slip his lips around it and I remained completely rigid as he slobbered on it and stood back up. His cock was stretched out nicely and it looked almost painful for him how swollen and veiny he looked.

“Get that tiny ass spread.” Adam moved forward to my finger and his cock hit it. “I don’t think it’ll fit in that hole, Adam.” He lifted his leg over the arm and held it in the air as he brought his butt down and my finger stabbed into his perineum. He grimaced slightly and I watched his cock throb. He made eye contact with me and saw my huge smile.

“Damn, Adam, it’s like your first time with Eve. Can’t find the hole?” He finally squirmed just right and my rigid digit found his little hole. He was up on his tip toes, straddling the wooden arm not actally penetrated by my finger since it was ever so slightly in his anus. Technically he was heavily puckered and I was just pushing it upward.

Adam had his well muscled, but tiny legs quivering as his muscles held him in the air while my long index finger pressed his anus inward. His hard cock was pulsing and a drop of precum appeared on the head of it while he struggled not to get penetrated. He was clenching his asshole hard to keep me out.

“Hehehe. Ahhhh, Adam. Why do you resist so much. Look at your throbbing cock. See? This was why I said this makes me happy earlier when I saw how hard your dick was. You love getting your ass poked. Just admit it and relax.” My eyes were bright and I knew I was glowing.

His eyebrows went up in question and then came together as he looked in my eyes. “You are so pretty, Miss.” Then he relaxed his anus enough as his mouth fell open in wonder and he took in a sharp breath. His cock was pulsing and his anus was clenching on me. I really wanted to fuck this boys ass and make him come apart in ecstasy as I owned him like an Amazonian Goddess. I just couldn’t. He was too much a virgin.

I wanted this to be my human toy. I couldn’t break my toy the first day I got it. That would be a very boy thing to do. A smart girl can wait until the right time.

“Thank you for the compliment. I think you are pretty too.” I swept my finger thru his precum and lifted it to his mouth. “The longer this takes, the more precum you will have, my boy.” He opened his mouth and I stuck my finger in it. As he sucked in my finger he lowered himself to flat footed.

My finger tip was touching a firmer, round surface, but just barely. I knew that was his prostate. I couldn’t really do anything with it until he dropped down and even then I didn’t want to blow his mind too much right away. I don’t want him to fall in love with me. Ohh, my pussy was tingling now. Did I just lie. Did I want a sex slave that loved me?

“Impale yourself,” I ordered Adam. “I want your feet off the floor.” I grabbed his cock.

“Aaahhh. Guuguuu.” He mumbled deeply as he twitched. My fistfull of cock was really too much for this poor boy.

“I will jack this cock and spray your cum all over me and you will have to lick it up.” I pumped his cock twice and he gasped, his eyes nearly rolling backwards. His muscles rippled and I could see his butt muscles clenched all nice and round. Looking at my finger, this man made it look huge.

I couldn’t help but think that I was all but raping this man. Sure he was doing it to himself, but if I hadn’t interfered in his life, he would still have his anal virginity. Well, maybe someone else would have taken advantage of him. Perhaps I saved him? Let’s go with that. You get my giant finger so that you can avoid taking a giant cock.

I started pumping his cock, “No, Miss. Please, No. Please don’t. I’ll do anything.”

“My finger is partially up your ass, young man. You will do not just anything, but everything. Now, drop that ass down or I will make you cum.” God, I was so wet. I really couldn’t wait until his cum was sweet. I wanted to devour his young virile sweet cum. I wanted a gallon of it right now. I’ll be damned if I ever thought that about my husband. But this pretty boy was just yummy all over. He was literally snack sized.

Adam’s eyes implorwd me deeply as his mouth fell open and he inhaled in short bursts as he lowered himself. I stopped pumping his precum dripping cock. I felt his prostate slide along my finger and then I was beyond it. Wow I was quite deep in this boy and still going. His tight little butt was now resting on my knuckles as I flipped off his bowels from the inside with my middle finger.

“I said feet off the floor.” His eyes pleaded with me but I was glowing with amazing power as I sat there fully clothed with my sopping pussy as this naked man drove his asshole down on my finger. He gritted his teeth and lifted one foot and then the other. With both feet off the floor he sank even further onto my finger and I could feel his entire weight on my hand under him. It wasn’t too bad. I was a strong Amazonian after all.

“Put your feet back down.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

I grinned and his hope quickly fled. His quads were quivering and there was a tremor in his ass cheeks. He was still concentrating on not cumming. “I want to see that ass fucking my finger. If only you had moved faster this would be over already…but.you didn’t so, I want to see you bounce on it.” He stared at me, his lip quivered as he nodded his head, looking like he resigned himself on his course of action.

He pushed against the floor and slid up my finger and then back down. He exhaled and threw his head back as he pushed himself up my finger and then plunged back down. He let out a deep groan and through the pain and ecstasy on his face, tears squeezed from his eyes.

I watched him bounce on my finger like a slender cock and I knew that I wanted to put on my own dick and fuck this little man with it. His hard cock barely moved as he bounced it was so hard. I wanted to see that “I’m fucked and loving it face” come from my thrusting and watch him come apart on my cock.

“That’s enough, Adam.” He bounced one more time before it really registered that he could stop. He lifted one leg and then went up to tip toes and the action of dismounting from my finger caused his hips to move forward and his cock thrust toward my face. He seemed to be catching his breath and getting his bearings like he just came out of a trance.

“Clean my finger with your mouth now so that you understand the consequences of being dirty.”. He quickly opened his mouth and worked his lips down my finger like it was a slender cock for him to suck and he did a decent job of licking it.

“it looked like you were enjoying that anal. Did you like it,” I asked him.

“Why do you ask? I’m not gay.” He was suddenly defensive.

“Adam, watch your tone with me. I didn’t hear a Miss in there anywhere. This behavior is unacceptable. Move this arm back over there.” He was pouting I could see it. He moved the arm. I sensed some resentment. He dropped the arm back into its original position and the wood on wood sound was really loud when he dropped it.

“Ok. I see you are going to be immature about this. I am going to make it real simple for you, Adam.” I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans. I swayed my hips side to side as my pants worked down my hips. My panties started to follow the jeans as they were both tight and stuck together with crotch moisture.

Adam’s cock had softened with his being upset about some assumed queer thing he was self conscious about. I straightened my panties, ignoring the obvious dark blue wet spot where my light blue panties were soaked in the crotch. I could smell my excitement in the air right away. My pussy liked to make its approval known. I have always been that way.

“Lay face down on the bench next to me.” Adam slowly complied as I sat back down. His face was above the thigh closest to him and he stared down into my saturated panties. They were clinging to me so I know he could see the sticky panties making my pussy visible as they clung to me. “Wait,” I said. Then I lifted my leg and my entire soaked panties came into view.

“Stick your nose right in my wet panties, you pouty little brat.” His nose went down to my pussy as his head laid sideways on the bench. His cock was pressed into the wood so there were two hard woods smashed together. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his face into my cunt. “I said get your nose in there.”

I lowered my thigh on his face right across his neck and jawline. Now his nose and mouth were pressed against my soaked panties and my thigh helped hold him there. “Put your hand on the top of my ass. The only thing you can do is pull your face into that pussy.”

I slapped his ass hard with my whole hand and he tried to yell but I placed downward pressure with my thigh and his muffled yell went right into my pussy. I slapped his ass hard again and he squirmed against my soaked cunt.

“There, you fucking baby. Breath deep on that pussy. There’s nothing manly about that smell is there?” I think he shook his head no, but I had him captured pretty good. Sure, he could escape just fine if he really wanted to, but I knew I was going to make my point well.

“Breathe in that cunt!” I was yelling at him and my voice almost cracked. I slapped him again. “Do you love it,” I asked him with a snarl I could hear. “I fucking dare you to tell me that sex with me is gay.” I challenged him.

“Take your free hand and spread your ass open for me.” He grabbed his cheek and pulled it open. Really, his tight little butt wanted to split open for me just with him lying down. I pushed that outside leg off the bench and that foot fell to the floor. Now he was spread really wide.

Slap! His body shook. I pushed his face harder into my pussy and, Slap! Slap! I reached down past his anus and found his balls. They were tight up against the base of his cock. I pulled on them firmly. Then released them. Slap! Slap!

“I will not tolerate disrespect. Above all else, you will never disrespect me.” Slap! Slap! Slap! His ass was a rosy color now. I reached back down and pulled on his balls to make sure they were free and then grabbed the base of his cock.

I slid my hand up his cock and I could feel him grunt as his sudden exhale blew against my pussy. Grasping his tool, I swirled it sideways under him and then back out between his legs. He lifted his butt slightly to allow for the movement as it got uncomfortable.

Now I could look down and see his cock, balls and little hole. His rosy little hard cheeks were spread wide and waiting.

“Now I am going to take you apart little man. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Mmmmmemmmmemm” I had no idea what he was trying to say into those lips he was pressed against.

“It doesn’t matter what you think, Adam. Breath in the pussy so you know a man isn’t fucking you. Apparently you get confused easily and we need to clear that up.” I spit on my hand and brought it down to his little hole. There were some hairs around it that would be disappearing tomorrow but I really didn’t mind. This was my asshole.

I spit in my hand again and deposited it in his little puckered hole. I swirled my thumb against it, and then pushed the tip in. My leg rose as he took in a sharp breath of air. I imagined my pussy scent filling his lungs like he took a deep hit from a bong and I instantly got wetter.

“Give me those balls. I don’t want you to cum too quickly.” I got my index and middle fingers to corral two testicles up into my hand against his perineum and i then pressed my thumb to his anus.

“I am going to fuck you until you cum all over this wooden bench.” I pressed my spit covered thumb into his entrance and he puckered his sphincter. “I will force it in there if you want me to, Adam.” He was blocking me hard. I applied pressure. “That’s it Adam. Fight it. You know it’s what you really want. Breathe in that pussy and allow yourself to welcome your Queen’s penetration.”

I heard him whimper so I ground my pussy on his face and applied more pressure, forcing my thumb in to his rectum. I applied steady force and pressed it all the way in.

“Ahh.” His breath quickened, sucking up breathfuls of pussy in quick succession. He was almost hyperventilating on my cunt as his ass slowly widened with the base of my thumb and the entire thumb print was right across his prostate. I had a pinch grip with my first and middle fingers capturing his balls and that thumb was buried in his ass, pressing those balls against his perineum.

I smiled to my self, knowing I was getting wetter and ground on his face some more. “I think I just found a wonderful spanking position for bad little boys. How does this feel?” I pulled out my thumb and then slapped back into him quickly, pulling his balls and colliding than with his perineum as my thumb sank back into his anus and thumped his prostate.

Cum leaked out of his cock, I could see it. Like it was crying out his stinky, dirty boy cum. “Ooh you must like it. I see more of your dirty boy cum leaving. Awww that’s it Adam.” I pulled my hand back and spalled his balls into him as my thumb fucked him. “We need to do this until all the dirty boy is drained. Then you can beg me to stop by telling me how much you want to show your appreciation directly to my pussy. It’s that pussy you owe your life too. It rescued you from the streets, didn’t it?”

“Mmmmmm”

“Shut up, Adam. When you actually have something important to say you will make sure I can hear it. Until then breath in my pussy smell. It sustains you.” Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Your hungry asshole loves this John. Getting fucked by a strong woman.” He leaked more cum onto the hard surface. His cock was raging hard.

I twisted in my seat a bit and licked the middle finger of my other hand and extended it down as I leaned on Adam’s neck with my thigh. I found his little hole and poked my middle finger in there while my close hand reached down to rub the underside of his cock as it lay exposed straight out on the bench.

“Mmmm. Ggguuug.” Adam grunted and mumbled.

“Tell me you love it, Adam.” I was jacking his cock as my middle finger fucked him and he was squirming all over the place. My strong thigh kept him mostly controlled. “I can’t hear you.”

“I love it, My Queen.” I heard it from down below as I felt bursts of air across my wetness. It sounded deep, clear and made me tingle.

“Of course you do.” Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Uhhhh. Uhhhh. Uhhhh. Oooh fuuuuck…huhhhh.” I felt his cock flex and spurt in my hand and his anus clench my finger as he pulsed his cum. As he unclenched I removed my finger and then he pulsed more come so I wanted until after the pulse and stuffed my thumb back up his ass, releasing his balls.

“Please!” I pressed on his prostate with my thumb buried in him. “Please.” I mashed his prostate again.

“Please what,” I asked as he found it hard to speak with me mashing his prostate under my thumb like I was at an arcade just pushing his button. He stopped spurting out his orgasm. I kept rubbing his prostate.

“Please, My Queen,” Adam mumbled through my wet panties. I been watching his asshole getting stuffed and loving it but now I looked down and saw that he was chewing on my pussy-soaked panties.

“What do you want, dirty boy?” I asked down to my crotch.

“Please let me lick you, Miss.”

I had a letter opener for clothing cutting within arms reach. It has a plastic hook and a hidden blade so it wouldn’t cut anyone. I hooked it on my panties and made a slice on each hip so they fell down and then I pulled them up from behind and dropped them on Adam’s head. They were heavy with moisture.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” he let out a long groan as his mouth kissed my sopping wet lips. I absolutely loved him groaning into my pussy and it lubed me even more.

I rubbed his prostate with my thumb as he stuck his tongue in me for the first time. “Mmmmmm,” this boy says the same thing.

“Learn to love that taste. Cleaning me up that is the first thing you are going to do every morning. Is is good?”

“Mmmmhmmmm.” More cum leaked from his cock and I think the stimulation of having his face in my bare pussy did a lot to accelerate things as I squeezed on his prostate. As if to answer my question he started to get hard again.

I think a boy that gets a hard dick from licking my pussy the first time should get to cum while he does it. I leaned to the side and drew my middle finger up my slit to collect my own lube. “Let’s get some of this worked into your tight little ass.” I reached for his plump cock as my middle finger tapped his anus. It knocked on his door until he relaxed and wiggles it’s way inside him again.

I smiled to myself as I sunk my finger into this boys ass. He was half my age, I just met him today and he was being smothered by my pussy as I reamed him. I feel like a genius. My thighs started to shake and as I quivered on his face, and the boy started moaning in ecstasy as his cock was spurting on the wooden bench once more.

As Adam added to his massive puddle. I lifted my leg and planted my foot on his back to increase his accessibility. “Mmmmmm,” he groaned his appreciation for me as I opened up.

“You just keep licking, Adam. Be enthusiastic.”. He got in there with the flat of his tongue like a good puppy. “Yes. I want you eagerly working for the cum on your face. In this house getting a facial is different.”

“Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm” he groaned I to my pussy. This boy sounded so eager for me. I grabbed his cock and it was rock hard.

“You want my cum, don’t you, dirty boy?”

“Mmmmhmmmm.”

“All over my face. Say it!” I was grinding on him good and we were lips to lips.

“Awww ober m fazzz,” I heard him, just barely. He forgot the Miss but he was in a brand new situation and blowing my pussy and expectations out of the water.

“Do you want me to fuck you more, my pet?” I asked huskily.

“”Yess, mssss,” I heard faintly. Wow, this boy was special.

I spit on my hand a couple times again and brought it down to massage it into his anus. He regripped his butt cheek and pulled. He was already wide open for me, I just appreciated the effort.

Having just been in there a few minutes ago, I didn’t take time to warm him up again, I just pressed my thumb to his tight hole and grinned as I watched him spread open to take it.

“I want you to concentrate on sucking my clit. It’s time you wore my cum.” I picked up on humping ferocity and worked on my thumb fucking timing. This was going to require practice. My orgasm was coming so fast I would never get this rhythm down right now.

“Yes! This is how a man gets fucked in my house.”. I grabbed his head with my right as my thumb and hand slapped into his back side. My orgasm started with spasming hip thrusting like there was a glitch in the matrix and my humping motion was the tell. My thighs soon started quivering and I could no longer concentrate on penetrating the man under me.

My thumb stayed buried up his rectum and rubbed his prostate as I shook. “Drink it, dirty boy. Ahhhh. Uhhhh. Wash you with my cum. Uhhhh. Ahh. Yes that’s so good.”

“Mmmm mmmmmm mmmm” he moaned or purred steadily into my pussy shaking on his face as I yelled.

I felt suddenly vindicated as my orgasm finished. I slowly removed my thumb from Adam’s asshole while he continued to clean me. I watched him. His eyes were closed and it took a few moments for him to feel me watching him and open his eyes. He stared into my eyes. I swear I could see them smile even though his mouth could not since he was diligently lapping away at me.

“Tell me, Adam, is sex with me gay?”

“No, Miss,” he mumbled from below me.

I lifted my leg from his back and extended it out. I grabbed my ankle and lifted that leg nearly to my forehead. He had more than enough room to exit, and I guess I was showing off my flexibility. “You may kneel before me.”

He obviously stared down at my exposed anus before retreating from my cunt and exiting my sweaty flesh. With all the anal attention I was giving him, I suppose he was suddenly in-tuned with looking at my asshole. I guess turn about is fair play so I didn’t address it, just lifted an eyebrow in amusement.

He kind of slid to the floor in front of me. I lowered my leg and then I put my knees together. My pussy was swollen from the amazing attention it had just received so there was no hiding it. My clit was popping nicely and peeking slightly. It was slightly larger than what most girls had.

“Put your face in my lap and your arms around my lower back.” He leaned forward and my clit felt tingly as his face buried between my thighs. His arms reached behind me, hesitantly. “This is a hug. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss,” he muffled between my thighs.

I stroked the back of his head. He stayed there face down in my lap. This little man that was mine. I looked down his small, muscles and knotty back and then to the rounded curves of his tiny butt. We hanged out like that for a minute. This young man steaming up the pussy he was just tongue massaging while I rubbed his head. “You are a good boy, Adam.” He wiggled a little bit and he seemed content. “I think you and I are going to get along well and our future is bright.”

“I am going to have some food delivered. You will not be cooking tonight. You can go clean up in your bathroom now, Adam. Dress in white linen. Put on whatever underwear you want. Playtime is over for the day.”

He sat back on his heels before standing. It looked very formal and ritualistic. I smiled at him. His face stayed impassive as he stood and left the room. I watched his ass.as he walked away. It was red and angry. This had an opposite effect on my and I felt strong, in control and more satisfied than I had in all my ‘relationships’.

I got up to find my phone. I didn’t even know where it was. How long has it been since I was able to say something like that. I have been feeling tethered to that thing for communication and entertainment. I felt even better about not knowing where it was. Once I found it, ordering food went fast and I was on my way up stairs to clean up as I dialed a friend.

“Hey Janet.”

Hey, yourself, Sweetheart. How have you been? It’s been a long time.” Janet was happy, but she always sounded happy. She was a South Texas girl relocated to Las Vegas. She was attached to the rodeo scene in Vegas and had a small ranch herself out in the dust here. I know, you never considered that Vegas would have a rodeo scene but believe me that there are indoor arenas and rodeo shit happens nearly year round. She has a popular ranch for those traveling the rodeo circuit to take care of their horses and get a great rate on boarding or whatever they need.

I was not calling her to talk about the rodeo. I had something else on my mind as I walked through my house nude and approached my suite. “Well, things have been weird, I guess since the divorce. I am doing much better now and need your help with something, Janet.”

“Sure, Sweetheart, whatever you need. How can I help?” Janet was a treasure. She was as nice as can be. The two of us looked like sisters and I certainly had waited far too long since I last called her to talk to her again.

I let out a deep breath and the other side of the phone got silent. A more serious tone came back at me, “Talk to me honey. What’s going on?”

“Are you still doing the laser hair removal for the bunnies at the ranch,” I asked.

“Ya. James had me out about 3 weeks ago to take care of the girls. Why do you ask?”

“I have a man that I want hairless and I was hoping you could fix him tomorrow?” I turned the end of that up as a question as I asked hopefully.

“You have a man you want hairless? That’s an odd way of saying it. You almost sound like how James talks. It bothers me too when he says it. What is going on with this man?” she sounded concerned and her southern drawl got more pronounced. “Sugar, whudder you gettin’ yourself into?”

I laughed suddenly and Janet said, “What? What’s so funny? Did I say somethin?”

“I love it when you call me Sugar. No I just missed you and didn’t realize how much I missed you until I call you and you make me feel special.”

“Ohh stop it.” her voice cracked a little bit as she continued, “you’re going to make me cry, You’re such a bitch. I missed you too, Sweetheart. I can come see you tomorrow for sure. Now tell me, who is this man?”

“I don’t want to go into it now, but I am doing something absolutely crazy and I wish I had done it sooner, Janet. Well, really I don’t know that I could have. You will see when you get here. Can you come right after lunch?” I asked.

“Sure hon. I will be at South Point for a horse show tomorrow so I’m real close to you. I’m just a spectator so I can leave whenever. I will bring my gear over after lunch then.”

“Thank you, Janet. And I promise to not be a stranger again, Hon.”

“Ok, Sweetheart, see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, bye.” I realized as my bathwater finished running that I really missed Janet. As I settled into the steaming water, I wondered why I have been such a loaner cunt for so long. I needed to fix that.

I breathed in the steam and then exhaled slowly, closing my eyes. A low rumble, soft and comforting from behind me sounded out, “Perhaps, Miss, if it serves you well, I could wash your hair or otherwise attend to you. Miss?”

I shifted to my right a little so I could see the mirror and of course, Adam in it. He met my eye contact and I know that I gave him a quizzical look, “Do you doubt that I have known many men, Adam?”

“No, Miss.”

“I have completely cracked open the male brain and I know what drives it. I just often chosen in the past to not operate in a manner that squeezes on that knowledge. You are the first man that I am doing things differently with. That being said, what you just told me was that you want to touch me, don’t you, Adam?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Those white linens look good on you. Do you find them comfortable?” I completely changed the subject. I own all conversations. The relationship I was developing with this man is going to be on my terms. About me. For me. His wants are only important as it relates to my control of him.

“Very comfortable, Miss. Thank you.”

“Good. You are dismissed, Adam. Our dinner will be here any moment. It is paid for and the driver tipped, I will be down in a few minutes. We will eat together.”

I finished bathing and went downstairs for dinner. Adam was in the dining room. We never used this room. He had the fine dinnerware set and our meal plated nicely. Not expertly, of course, he didn’t know what he was doing yet. He had tried, obviously, to impress me. He had a bottle of wine ready, but not opened yet which was good.

“The table looks nice, Adam. I appreciate what you are doing here. These dishes have real gold on them and they must be washed in room temperature or cool water, by hand. Because of that, they never get used.”

“I will handle them and the crystal carefully, Miss.”

“Very well. I will get you a login for the computers and tablets around the house so you can do research. A red wine doesn’t pair with sea bass. Since sea bass is light and flaky, so is the wine, like a Pino gris. Going forward, you will be able to research these things. Finding good, healthy recipes is important as well.” Adam nodded as I talked and moved to swap the wine he had chosen for me. There was a glass-faced room off the dining room with around 150 wines displayed and he ducked in there quickly, returning with a Pino like I had mentioned.

“Let’s eat,” I said as I sat down. Adam poured me a crystal stem of the Pino and I said, “Pour yourself a glass too.” He did. “Let’s have a toast, you and me.” I raised my glass and he raised his. “To a new world where I am queen.” Our glasses touched very lightly and briefly setting off the most perfect ringing in the crystal. I smiled widely.

As I took a drink, Adam said with a smooth rumble, “Hail to the Queen.”