Cabron (Pt. 4)

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Cabron (Pt. 4)

Charles and I chatted for a while longer. "So hypothetically speaking," I started, "if I was to put you into a chastity device, you would wear it. Correct?"

He nodded. "Correct. But this pet best responds to positive reinforcement, not negative." He grinned. "I am not a man who gets more submissive the hornier he gets. The hornier I get, the more demanding I get. I am perfectly happy to be led around by my cock as long as I am fairly rewarded."

"I do issue punishments."

"As long as they are not arbitrary, and you have clearly defined the rules in advance, I will willingly submit to punishment."

"Hmm. You're not one of those guys who plays weasel semantics games, are you?"

"No. If you set out a rule, I follow it. I would hope at first there will be a little leeway while I learn how you wish things to be done."

"Windows, dishes, floors, clothes?"

"I love to iron."

I felt a jolt of sensual electricity flow through me at his playful smirk. "You are truly a kinky man, aren't you?"

"I've been told that."

I wanted to get to know him much better. "I need a full medical disclosure from you. Meaning I need permission to talk to your doctor."

"And I would expect the same courtesy from you."

"Collar?"

"At home and in situations like this, yes. But at work I am expected to maintain a certain decorum. I would wear whatever day collar you deemed appropriate that would not jeopardize my job."

"What made you decide you were submissive?"

He shrugged. "I had an epiphany one day. My wife, understandably, wasn't able to change her ways to meet my needs. Looking back, I can see how that caused friction between us from the very beginning."

"You cheat on me, I'll have your balls."

"You'll find me to be a very devoted pet. Or knight. Or slave."

"Or husband?"

He smiled. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. You don't know yet if I'll meet your needs."

I squeezed his cock with my toes again and his composure faltered just a little as his hands paused and his eyes dropped closed for a second. He let out a soft moan before he forced himself to continue massaging my foot. His eyes gleamed with passion and mischief.

"If you're any good with that, and you put your money where your mouth is in terms of what you want to be, then I have a feeling you'll meet my needs just fine."

"Then may I take you out for dinner tomorrow night, Mia?"

"You have a phone?"

He handed it to me and went back to massaging my feet. I called my own phone so I'd have his number and handed it back to him. "You can store my number." He quickly did. "I live near U.S. 41 and Bahia Vista. Meet me in the parking lot there at the corner, by the Starbucks, at five-thirty. We'll ride together from there."

He grinned. "I'll be honest, I thought it would take me months to meet a woman who interests me as much as you do."

"Well, guess what? It's taken me years to meet someone who rings my bell the way you do." I sat up and crooked my finger at him for him to lean in close. I gave him a kiss, and felt like asking him to fuck my brains out right there. I actually slipped into his arms, straddling him and wrapping my arms and legs around him as we kissed. He let me take control, giving just enough back I knew he wouldn't be wimpy in bed.

"Now kiss me hard," I ordered.

He did, his tongue nearly melting me as it stroked and explored mine.

Goddamn, I wanted him. Really wanted him.

I finally leaned back and looked him in the eye. "If I find out you're playing me, I'll castrate you myself."

"I won't disappoint you, Mia."

I studied him. "You may call me Mistress."

His eyes brightened as widely as his smile. "Thank you, Mistress."

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