Gifts
"Ma'am, no. No ma'am, I-"
"It doesn't matter what happened, I'm paying the same amount as everyone else!"
"Yes, but Josh bit him,"
"I don't care!"
You rolled your eyes, sighing, leaning back against the desk. This lady called just about the same time every week. She always wanted her son to be allowed back, but they were on the no acceptance list.
"Give me one moment," you asked, placing her on hold and lying the phone underneath a few papers on a high shelf. She would eventually call back, sure, but you didn't really care.
When you stood up, there was a man standing at the desk.
"Oh! Hi, my name i-"
"Yes, I know your name. I spoke on the phone with the owner, my employer has an agreement with him to teach some skills to our workers," he stated. He was tall and broad, handsome as ever. You bit your lip before looking down at a few papers. It was written on one near the bottom of the stack, dated back to nearly three months ago. Your brows furrowed.
"Well, if you're not Mr.-"
"We do not say his name," you looked up, surprised that he would interrupt you. You cleared your throat.
"As I was saying, if you are not him, then I can not take care of you, please have him come in himself," you stood up straight, staring at him in the eye. Even with those boxy glasses, you could see the intensity of his gaze. "Feel free to come back with him, but we need his signature and everything for this to happen," you finished, holding your hands up for a second.
His eyes narrowed. "Read the paper the agreement was made upon," he demanded. You held his stare for a few more seconds, pulling the paper up to your eyes. Your jaw grinded as you read it.
"Let me see your ID, then we can talk," he placed it down onto the desk and slid it forward with two fingers. You snatched it up from him and stared at it.
Wesley, L James
You took a deep breath, eyes rolling as you closed them.
"Alright, Mr. Wesley, how can I go about helping you and your associates?" Your smile was tight.
He smirked in response, holding his hand out. You returned the ID.
"I prefer Wesley, and we would like to schedule a few lessons," you nodded, scrolling through the next month.
"We have a few openings in a few months, if you'd-"
"We would prefer sometime daily this week," you stared blankly.
Your mouth opened and closed a few times in response, trying to figure out how to respond to him. "I don't know how to tell you, but we have literally nothing available for a while," you explained. A few footsteps came from behind you and you turned as John walked out. He opened his arms, smiling wide.
"Wesley, it's good to see you! Your employer said you may be dropping by. Go ahead and cancel all of the latest classes everyday this week, we can take them then," you stared at him.
"No way! We have our competitive classes then! And there's a tournament this weekend! We need to prepare!" You exclaimed. He stared down at you.
"That doesn't matter. You're going to cancel those classes, and you're going to do that now. These are considered VIP guests, and we will treat them as such. Now do it," he walked to Wesley before showing him around while you, very begrudgingly, did as he told you to. Your jaw was working the entire time. You glared through Wesley the entire time after you had finished and he gave you a condescending wave before he left. John walked up to you. "When I ask you to do something, you're going to do it, alright?"
"It's against your own code! You have told us not to cancel any classes without a weeks notice at least. You can't just back me on that?" He huffed and flipped his hand, walking back to his office.
You finished that shift very spitefully.
You opened the website once more, biting your lip. You hesitated before typing out the message.
Y<[ I thought about it a little bit more. I think I want to do it ]
You threw your phone down and tossed yourself onto your bed, kicking your legs and squealing into your pillow. You were so embarrassed but this seemed like so much fun. Your phone dinged a few moments later.
D<[ That's very good, sweetheart. We'll need to go over a few basic ground rules before we get started, though, is that alright? ]
Y<[ Yeah, what are they? ]
D<[ First of all, I don't want you using any honorifics for me until we have decided it's been earned. Second, I'm going to give you a basic allowance. This can be set differently each month, or even each week. Third, I don't want to stop you from having any outside relationships. All I need is for you to tell me if or when you start one and that's where we'll cut it off. Until then, I should be your number one priority when it comes to people. I'm going to check in throughout the day to make sure you're taking care of yourself and I'd like you to respond whenever possible. I expect some type of text every morning and evening. ]
You took your time reading through it, even looking through multiple times. Surprisingly, nothing was sexual yet. Or maybe even at all. Biting your lip, you started typing out a message.
Y<[ Are you ever going to want some 'sugar'? ]
D<[ I'm not going to demand you of it. If things progress to that point we can talk about it. I may send you some items I think you'll like or maybe use, but I won't demand you send me anything provocative. ]
You squeaked. He really was the gentleman, wasn't he? And he wanted to send you some stuff too? God this man would be the death of you.
D<[ And it looks like one of your gifts have already arrived. ]
You sat up straighter, shuffling a little in bed before deciding the lay back. Should you go and get it? Probably.
Y<[ What's in it? Is it big? ]
D<[ I'm not telling you what's in it. And it should be reasonably large. ]
Standing up and sliding on some sandals, you grabbed your keys and took off outside to pick it up. It was now or never, right? When you got there, you opened your box and grabbed the package. It had a good weight to it, but it wasn't heavy per-se. On your way back, you looked around. Everything seemed alive and bustling, and you noticed you were only a block or two from Nelson and Murdock. Maybe you should stop by sometime to meet the notorious Foggy.
Once you got home and closed the door, you shucked your shoes off before sneaking into your room. You locked that door too and sent a picture of the box to your mystery man.
D<[ Good girl, picking it up in a timely fashion. I'd love to see how you react to what's inside, but maybe a voice call instead? ]
You nodded unconsciously before it started ringing. You really needed to either get a burner phone or download the supposed app that's a part of this site. You picked it up.
"Hello?" You nearly whispered. A chuckle came as the response.
"Mmm, hello sweet girl. Are you in your room?" His voice was like honey dripping through your ears. Your thighs clenched.
"Uhm- uh- Yeah. I am, my roommate is out, too," you responded shakily, sitting at the head of your bed with the package next to you.
"Go on and open it, for me," he answered and your eyes rolled from the sound of his voice. You pulled your keys and sliced open the ends of the tape before ripping the top open. On top was a set of lingerie, a powder red and honest to god beauty. "Go on and try it on, I've got the gift receipt there if you need to exchange, but I'm assuming that the sizes on the site are correct, no?" He hummed.
You swallowed thickly, nodding.
"I'm gonna need you to tell me, darling, I can't see if you're nodding or not. I want you to tell me, out loud," you froze, halfway off the bed.
"They should be," you answered. Pulling off your shirt you tugged your bra off soon after, adjusting so the strappy new one perked your tits up just right. You shook your sweats off and your panties followed quickly before you pulled the new ones up, they framed your cheeks just perfectly.
"There should be another piece of clothing in there too," he called out. You pulled the box over to yourself and voila, there was a t-shirt right there. You pulled it out and good god was it huge. You held it to your face and smelled it, your eyes closing heavily. "Put it on for me," he said.
You tugged it on before kneeling in front of the full length mirror with the box just to your right. You snapped a few quick pictures, some with your panties just sticking out, some with you pulling the shirt down to cover yourself. You sent a few to him and listened to him groan.
"So pretty for me," he hissed and your hips rolled forward. "There's a few more items there, doll," he said, his voice having grown a few octaves deeper. You pulled out a small vibrator and what looked like a soft collar. You let out a small moan. "Mmm, so you do like it, then," you could hear the smile in his voice.
You looked the vibrator over, it seems to have been already charged and opened, considering the fact that his own shirt was in there you figured he had done it himself. Your mouth was dry, and you licked your lips.
You pulled your knees from under you and leaned against your bedframe, staring at yourself in the mirror.
"Well?" He asked. You blinked, thoroughly confused, your mind already cloudy and feeling heavy. "I think a thank you is well deserved, don't you?"
"Thank you," you whispered, you could feel your clit pulsing in need and reached down with your hand, softly rubbing it over top of your panties. A few shocks of pleasure shot up your stomach and your head fell back. Your hips were starting to roll into your hand and before you knew it-
"Why don't you use the gifts I gave you, that's what they're for, right?" You choked, your legs clamping together as your hand shot from between your legs. Your cheeks were hot and you could feel them pulsing along with your clit. A chill ran down your back, blood from your bitten lips filled your mouth. You grabbed it and turned in onto the lowest setting, it rumbled softly in turn.
Placing it over your panties you gasped, hips bucking straight into it and back. Your eyes rolled as the pleasure throbbed throughout your pussy, your cunt clenching hard. You felt empty, so empty, but your hand drifting up the shirt and started rolling your nipples between it. Every pinch matched with a shot of ecstasy, your stomach clenching and your body curling closer together. It coiled through your pelvis, white hot and left your legs clenching.
"Good girl, good fucking girl," he growled into the mic, a soft slapping noise reaching your ears indistinctly. That sent you further into the cloudiness, all you could hear was his moans and all you could feel was the rolling waves of pleasure sent from your clit. They climbed down your legs, gripping your stomach tightly. Your mouth opened, and maybe you were drooling, you were probably moaning so damn loudly, but he kept uttering you on, giving you soft little 'good girl's and other little praises.
You had to have been pleading with him to let you cum because before you knew it, he was telling you to cum, cum, be his good girl and cum, like a "Good little slut, fucking cum, go on. Do it because I said so. I can hear how pathetic you sound, begging me before I even had to ask like a fucking whore. Cum," and that sent you off. Your head snapped back and your back arched, the pressure finally releasing and your hips bucked while the pleasure rocked through you in waves, each little vibration sending shocks through your clit. You heard him moan a little louder before the smacking stopped. You kept the vibrator on until you were pulling your hips back, until it hurt to even touch yourself.
You turned it off and tossed it to the side, one hand still up your shirt. You looked at yourself, a mess and completely sticky. Your hair was sticking to your forehead and neck and the bra was becoming uncomfortably itchy. You could feel your cum cooling off.
"Go clean up, sweet girl. You did such a good job for me. Get some water, make sure you use the restroom. Everything else can wait until tomorrow morning, you did so well you deserve a good sleep. I'll stay on until you're done, ok?"
And he stayed true to his word.