Garçon's First Taste

"Hi! It's so nice to see you," I say as I open the door, welcoming him into my cozy bungalow nestled in a quiet suburb. The birds chirp outside as the afternoon sun slowly melts the snow away from last night's storm.

He smiles, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Ma'am. You're looking gorgeous today. I love your new hair."

"Thank you for noticing," I reply, gently smiling. I had it cut, dyed apple red, and styled into a bob this morning in preparation for seeing him. I spent all morning getting myself ready for his arrival, smoothing my favorite lavender and cedar lotion over my arms, chest, butt, tummy, and freshly-shaved legs. I'm wearing a black, sparkly polish on my nails from yesterday's mani-pedi.

I'm in my work clothes: a faded grey t-shirt and a pair of soft, time-worn jeans with a few rips in the knees and thighs. He's wearing exactly what I asked for: a grey ribbed tank top that clings to every ridge and valley on his chest and stomach, and "good butt" jeans that make him look positively peachy. We have goals to accomplish today, and I'm excited to watch his biceps as we get to work.

I look him directly in the eyes, trying hard to not grin because I know my deep, close gaze captivates him to the point where he has to look away. Like Medusa, I know I am turning at least one part of him to stone with my stare. "Any changes from what we talked about last night?"

"No, Ma'am," he utters, blushing as he looks at the ground.

"Alright, then, let's go." I lead the way to my bedroom, where there is furniture to rearrange. I'm a single woman, and while I'm in good shape, I certainly can't move a large bed or dresser by myself. And why would I force myself to be independent when this adorable, sweet boy is so gleefully offering his help?

"You're awfully quiet today, love," I playfully tease. He was so animated and talkative at dinner last week, when we finally met in person after he replied to my ad three weeks ago looking for a service submissive. We had so much to talk about, we closed the restaurant down.

"I'm nervous, Ma'am."

"I know it's your first time submitting. I'll lead you, and I will take such good care of you. I want to earn your trust. You never have to do anything you don't want to do, OK?"

"Yes, Ma'am." It's adorable to watch this strong, confident man turn shy and quiet.

"Let's move the dresser along this wall, and we can move the head of the bed to where the dresser is now. Sound good?"

"Yes, Ma'am." For someone new to this, he seems awfully skilled in protocol already. I can tell he's read the articles I sent him.

"You, over here." I point to one end of the dresser.

"If I may, Ma'am," he says, and pulls those little furniture moving disks out of his back pocket. "Allow me." I step back and watch as he pops one under each leg of my heavy solid wood chest of drawers. Like it's nothing, he pushes the dresser against the wall, no help needed.

"Ah. OK, then," I laugh. He made it look so easy.

"Let's take care of moving the bed." He moves the little padded plastic disks from the dresser to my bed's feet. We work together to slide the modern pine 4-poster bed exactly where I want it.

"May I draw your bath now, Ma'am? I can unpack the boxes in your kitchen," he offers. He seems excited, wanting to please and move our evening along. He knows he only gets his reward if I'm satisfied with his completed work.

"Yes, please! But I'd like a glass of wine to enjoy with my bubble bath. Would you be a dear and make that happen for me? I left everything out on the kitchen counter."

He leaves the room and I slip into my black silk kimono robe as I hear him draw the bath. Something about wrapping myself in this luxurious fabric instantly makes me feel powerful and sexy. I take the time to change my bedroom lighting to soft pinks and blues. I turn on my sexy playlist.

I feel my body and mind turning its attention toward the sexual, hungry part of my Dominant self. I know what's coming because I have planned every moment. I wrote the script, will direct the scene, and will produce the show just as I have countless times over the years. This is my art. He is my muse.

I call out, "Garçon! Vin, s'il vous plaît," giggling. I open the bathroom door, and right as I'm untying my robe he appears behind me. He places the glass of my favorite beaujolais on the corner of the tub and holds his hands out, offering to take my robe. I turn around and shimmy it off my shoulders and into his waiting hands.

"Thank you," he says, hanging the robe and walking back to my kitchen. As agreed, he leaves me to my bath while he unboxes a few things for me. I can't believe he's thanking me; I'm the lucky one with a handsome, strong man at my whim, doing me favors.

After I soak and scrub, I call for him. "Garçon? I'm ready." Within moments he is by the side of the tub, towel in hand. He offers me his hand and I rise, water dripping down my shoulders, off the tips of my nipples, down my ass. I step onto the plush pink bath mat as he dries me, gently patting the water droplets off every crevice and bump of my body. His breath quickens. I watch him, but he does not make eye contact. He is intently focused on his work.

"Excellent work, dear. Thank you for helping me relax. Would you mind helping me with my body oil?"

"Yes, please, Ma'am," he whispers. "Please." I love it so much when they beg.

I grab his hand and lead him back to my bedroom. I open my closet of sinful delights, grab a towel, and lay it on my dresser. I go back to the closet and carefully select my tools for the night, lining them up on the towel: a thin black leather collar with the words "my boy" in silver, a bottle of massage oil, a set of leather ankle and wrist cuffs, four dog leashes made of heavy-duty chain, a vibrating cock ring, and the cutest little blue butt plug with an anchor base.

I turn to him right as "Desire" by Meg Myers begins to play. "Are you ready?"

He gulps air. His eyes are wide, his breath is quick. "Yes, Ma'am." His eyes land on the plug.

"I know you've been curious about being trained for pegging," I almost sing. "This is the first step in your training program. Unless, of course, you've changed your mind?"

"No, Ma'am, I have not changed my mind. I want to be yours. I want you to use me. Please."

"You've already been so useful, but I think I have some more plans for you," I tease as I lay face down on my bed. "Like a massage. Give me a massage."

He picks up the massage oil and obliges, pouring the coconut oil into his hands to warm it before placing them at the small of my back. He pushes and kneads up to my neck and shoulders, and then back down. His lubricated hands reach my cheeks and I spread my legs a little. I can feel my wetness on the inside of my thighs. I have been anticipating this moment all day.

He moves down the back of my thighs, barely grazing the inside of my thighs. He works his way to my feet, massaging out every last bit of tension I didn't know I was carrying. He didn't tell me that he was so good at massage! He works his way back up my legs, and I open them wider, my wet folds beckoning his fingers.

He gently grazes my clit and it feels like it's on fire. He tries for a little more, rubbing my wet lips and barely penetrating me with 2 fingers. I want to grab him, throw him down, and grind on his cock. But it isn't time for that, yet. I have other plans. I moan as his fingers go deeper in me, finding my g-spot.

"Wait, not so fast," I say, pulling away from his needy fingers. "We need to get you ready. Kneel."

He drops to his knees at the side of my bed, head bowed. I reach over his shoulder and grab the collar. "I picked this one out just for you," I say as I place it around his neck and secure it. I place my index finger under his chin and he looks up at me with his deep brown eyes, lusciously kissable lips slightly parted. I feel like I'm going to melt into a puddle on the floor if he keeps looking at me like that.

"Stand up," I instruct, and he listens because he's a good boy. I put each cuff on, locking them at the close. "Kneel until I'm ready for you." He kneels again, head down, hands behind his back. I could sit here and look at him like that all night. He is irresistible.

I loop a dog leash around each bed post and through the handles made of nylon webbing. I give them a good yank to make sure they're secure. "OK, garçon, on your back on the bed." He obeys without a moment's hesitation. How am I ever going to correct this boy like he craves? He's too good.

I clip the chains first to his wrists, then to his ankles. He isn't going anywhere until I decide I'm done with him, and I'm just beginning.

I gently trace my fingertips on the tops of his shins, then the inside of his thighs. I kiss and lick up his legs, stopping at the spot where his groin meets his legs. I breathe on his cock. My tognue barely flicks at his balls. I hover above the head of his cock, smiling. "Do you want your cock in my mouth?" I ask.

"Yes, please, Ma'am. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please suck my cock." It dances for me. I love it when they dance for me. I love the idea that he can't control his hardness, and it's just bouncing there, waiting for me to play with it.

I giggle. "No," I say, rising. "Not until I get what I want."

I rise, stand up, and kneel with his head between my legs. I gently hover my pussy above his face. "Tell me you want it."

"May I please taste you, Ma'am?" I put my clit barely against the tip of his nose. His tongue reaches for me, thirsty, and I rise, giggling. He reaches for me, forgetting momentarily that he's shackled to my bed and can't move more than about a foot.

"No, no, no, " I tease. "I think you forgot who is in charge here. You will taste me when I'm good and ready."

"Yes, Ma'am," he obeys.

I look down at his face between my knees. He's so beautiful. He looks perfect right now. I slowly, deliberately drop my wet pussy down to his waiting mouth. His tongue is inside of me now and I can't take it. I allow myself to lose a bit of control, pressing my pussy hard onto his lapping tongue. Am I suffocating him? I back off a bit and let him breathe one, two, three, four, five breaths. When he isn't gasping for air anymore, I drop myself back down, feeling his nose on my clit, his chin on my ass, and grind.

I back off and let him breathe again, turning so I'm facing his cock. I grab the massage oil and get my hands nice and slick as I drop my pussy back down on his face again. I grab his cock and stroke and pull. He moans into me and becomes my human vibrator for a brief moment. I pull myself off his face again, and gracefully get up to grab my next round of toys.

I grab the butt plug, oil, and vibrating cock ring. I go between his spread legs, gently licking and sucking the tip of his cock while I twist and stroke. His moans tell me he wants more, he's craving more than the gentle caress of my tongue against his head. On the next stroke up, I put my mouth on the head of his cock, and take almost all of him in my mouth as I push down. I keep stroking and going deeper, until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. He lets out a loud, "YES," and tries to look at what I'm doing. I make eye contact while his cock is in my mouth, but he can't take it and his head kicks back in sheer pleasure.

I get the oil with one hand and drip a bit onto his balls. As I suck with my mouth and stroke with my left hand, my right hand finds his bussy. I slowly rub gentle circles, and his moans get deeper and more intense. I slowly, carefully put one finger in, then two. He is making the most glorious, loud sounds, begging, "More, please, more." With his cock in my mouth, I slowly put the butt plug in.

"Good boy," I encourage him. "You love me playing with your ass, don't you? You're going to be a lot of fun to train. I love eager little butt sluts. Are you going to be my little butt slut?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I am yours. Please make me yours."

His cock is so hard and twitchy. A bead of precum sits at the tip, begging me to make him cum. I slip the cock ring on, then turn on the vibrator part.

"OOOooooh!" he yells. He likes it.

"Too much?" I ask.

"No, Ma'am. This is good," he pants. "Thank you, Ma'am."

I've had enough of this. It's time for me to get what I invited him over here for. I lower my swollen, wet pussy onto his throbbing cock. It feels so intensely powerful when I grind my clit against the vibraor, his thick cock filling me up. I thrust my hips hard against this boy restrained in my bed. He's like my own, real, live sex toy. I thrust and grind and bounce so the tip of his cock hits my spot over, and over, and over until the warm wave runs through my body, every muscle tensing, as a scream escapes my mouth. I pull off of him, his cock a wet mess.

"It's your turn," I say. I put my mouth back on his cock. I know it isn't the most Dominant thing to suck dick, but I absolutely love it. I love the gasps and the hip jerks. I love that he wants to grab my head and face fuck me, but he can't. I'm in control here. I will stop when I want to stop.

His breath again quickens, but I'm not ready for him to cum. "Are you about to cum in my mouth?" I ask.

"Yes, Ma'am."

I stop touching and pull my mouth away. "No you're not. You ask me for permission to cum, do you understand? That orgasm is mine, and I get to decide when you have it, and how."

"Yes, Ma'am." He somehow looks tortured and blissful all at once. He looks lovely.

"You are right where you belong, under me. You were made for this," I tell him. To anyone else this sounds like an insult, but I know to him, it's a compliment. It's what he craves, to be under my command. "So many other boys want to be right where you are, and you know that." He does. He knows that I selected him, specifically, out of many choices, to become my pet.

"I'm going to let you have a little freedom, you don't run away now," I giggie.

"No, Ma'am. I would never run from you." He's so sweet and earnest. I can't tell if he knows I am joking, or if he's taking me seriously.

I remove the leashes from his wrist cuffs. I untie one from my bed post, and clip it to the collar on his neck. I take off the cock ring.

"You're going to pound me from behind until I have another orgasm, do you understand?" He nods. "If you do a good enough job making me cum, then I'll let you cum as your reward."

I turn around, ass in the air, holding the leash in my left hand. He grabs my waist to put me into position, and I reach back with my right hand and guide him inside my tight pussy. He's very thick and needs a little guidance.

Once he's in me, it's like something takes over. The quiet, obedient boy becomes untamed, going so deep so fast I can hear skin smacking against skin. He rakes his fingers through my hair, grasping at the base of my head, and pulling me upright. I grasp the leash tighter, bringing us closer. He turns into an animal, grunting, thrusting, grabbing, pulling until I can't take it anymore and I squirt all over his cock, sceaming, shaking, overcome. I collapse on the bed, face down. He laughs, now, and lays half on top of me.

"Did I earn my reward?"

"Yes, you did. You are such a good fuck. Now get back behind me and finish."

He climbs behind me, gripping my hips, a slightly gentler beast now. I arch my back. He grabs my breasts and pulls me closer to him. "May I... may I... cum now?"

"Say please."

"Please... p... please... " he starts to slow down.

"Cum hard for me, baby."

And he explodes. He lets out a guttural cry, and I feel him instantly fill me up. Now he collapses on the bed, face down. I curl up next to him, his warmth dripping out of me and onto my thigh, and we fall asleep in our own mess.