Boy Toy
The country house was the perfect place for a weekend retreat. Elizabeth worked hard during the week and was determined to enjoy her Saturdays and Sundays the way she liked. In the isolated chalet she could do whatever she wanted without fear of compromising her image. Because the fact was, she liked sex, lots of it, and in great variety.
Elizabeth ran her own business, and she ran it as an autocrat. Employees and customers alike were a bit afraid of her, but she paid well and delivered the goods. Personal relationships were never allowed to interfere. She shared her innermost thoughts and sexual escapades with only one other person, her best friend, Julie.
Forty years old, an attractive brunette with a great figure, Elizabeth received lots of male attention. In fact, a bit too much. Men were always hitting on her, trying their luck, and when she indulged her sexual appetite they would become possessive, wanting to call the shots, be in charge. The resulting competition for control always created problems. And concern for her reputation kept her from pursuing her kinkier desires as much as she wanted.
It was after work on a Friday, a time when Elizabeth and Julie usually met at the upscale bar in the downtown hotel. In contrast to Elizabeth's voluptuousness, Julie was a petite blonde with perky breasts and expressive eyes. She was also graced with what writers call a 'generous mouth', full lips that seemed made to be kissed. Elizabeth had known her since college, and there was nothing they hadn't shared, including boyfriends.
Elizabeth was anxious to tell her the exciting news. "I've found us the perfect place."
"What do you mean?" asked Julie.
"A small, furnished house we can rent and where we can be anonymous and party on weekends. It's perfect. Only an hour from here, but very isolated. It's on the top of a rise at the end of a long driveway, woods all around, grass and flowers next to the house. No neighbor for at least three miles. We can invite whoever we want and do whatever we want."
Julie smiled. "Sounds interesting. Tell me more."
"It's small and rustic. Open ceiling with exposed beams. Only two bedrooms and one bath, but it has a good-sized living room and well-equipped kitchen area. There's a dining alcove with a heavy wooden table and six sturdy chairs. The living room has a well-used couch, a couple of stuffed chairs, and a few tables. The bedrooms both have double beds with reasonable mattresses."
"Utilities?"
"No electricity or phone lines. There's a big propane tank that is piped in for heating, cooking, and hot water. Lighting is from camping lanterns hung from the beams. Charming.
"Umm. What's the rent?"
"Eight hundred a month for a year lease, propane not included. We split it fifty, fifty."
Julie's eyes widened. "I'm in. When do we sign up?"
"Already done," exclaimed Elizabeth. "Under the fictitious name of Sandra Henderson. I even took the precautions of altering the numbers on my license plate and using a burner phone number. I want to feel completely free in this place, without worrying about jeopardizing anything in my normal life".
"Just like we've talked about. I can't believe you've actually done this."
"First and last month's rent paid. I knew you'd go for it. I'm going up this weekend to check things out."
"Damn. I can't go this weekend. Family commitments."
"It's so close. You could come up late Sunday. There's a bus to Centerville that leaves at 3 pm. I'll pick you up there. We can drive back together on Monday morning."
"Deal. I'll bring you a check for my share."
"One other thing," added Elizabeth. "The owner has engaged a yard boy to cut the grass and maintain the plantings. He comes every weekend."
"Uh oh, there goes our privacy."
"I'm sure we can have him come during the week instead. His name is Brian. I'll meet him tomorrow. If he's cute and controllable we may like having him around."
Julie laughed. "You're so bad. Just make sure he's eighteen."
"For sure. Old enough to be legal, and young enough to be dominated by women like us."
"Yum. Just like in that femdom movie we watched last month."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," said Elizabeth. "He's coming over on Saturday. I'll feel him out, so to speak."
"Our very own Boy Toy."
"Could be. Just remember, my name is 'Sandra'."
***
Brian was nineteen, a muscular six-foot-high school dropout, cute, but shy. Elizabeth liked him immediately and saw possibilities, imagining a virile young man with little sexual experience. She could have fun with him, provided he could be intimidated enough to keep his mouth shut. The last thing she wanted was for an irate parent to show up.
The July day was clear and warm. Brian was working shirtless in the garden, kneeling in his tight jeans as he pulled weeds. From the kitchen window Elizabeth admired his shoulders and tight buns. She visualized running her hands over him, feeling the hard muscles, turning him on. His teenage hormones would come rapidly to a boil.
Why not?
she mused.
He's old enough. But I don't want to cause a nervous breakdown. I'll play it by ear. The first thing is to test his interest. For all I know he could be gay. Let's see how he reacts to seeing me in something sexy.
Quickly she went into the bedroom and changed out of her work clothes into an outfit that was guaranteed to attract the attention of any red-blooded male. The deeply scooped neck T-shirt molded her bra-less breasts into cone-shaped mounds that seemed ready to burst. The friction of the cotton hardened her nipples and made her tingle in anticipation of what she was about to do. Short shorts and high-heeled sandals did for her lower figure what the T-shirt did for the top. The beginning bulges of her ass cheeks peeked out from the shorts, capping the slender curves of her long legs. A touch of lipstick and a quick brush of her short, dark hair, and she was ready. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and smiled.
Not bad for an old broad. My teenage boyfriends would have loved to get their hands on something like this.
Back in the kitchen she looked out the window. Brian was standing at the edge of the garden wiping the sweat from his brow.
Perfect,
she thought.
He's thirsty and needs to get out of the sun.
She poured a glass of water and went out on the front porch. "Brian, come get some water."
He looked toward her. She adopted a sexy pose and held out the glass. For a long moment he didn't move, just stared. "Come on," she laughed. "I won't bite."
"Okay," he grinned, starting toward her. "It's just... you look different."
"How so?" she teased, handing him the water.
"Your clothes."
She smiled and twirled, giving him a view from all angles. "You like? It's a hot day and I wanted to be comfortable."
"Okay with me," he said with a grin.
"Now don't get any ideas. Do you have a girlfriend, Brian?"
"Not really. No girls my age live anywhere close. Maybe after school starts..."
"Too bad. A teenage boy needs a girlfriend to play with."
He gave her a funny look, like he wasn't sure how to respond. She decided to keep him off balance.
"Too bad I'm so much older."
"Yeah," he said, looking away.
"I used to be a high school teacher. I was very strict. My students had to obey me and behave."
"I'll bet you were a good teacher."
"I still am."
Brain shifted his feet. She laughed and handed him the glass of water. "Come sit at the table," she said. "Relax. I want to get to know you."
She poured herself a glass and sat across from him. "Tell me about your teachers in school. Are they good?"
"One is. The others let the kids do what they want. We don't learn much."
"So, one is a good disciplinarian. Is it a man or a woman."
"A woman. She teaches English. You can't get away with anything in her class."
"I take it you like a strong leader?"
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"That's good, because that's the kind of person I am. You will have to obey me without question this summer. You think you can do that?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You do what I tell you and I'll teach you some things this summer. Now finish your water and get back to work."
***
Elizabeth knew she had Brian thinking about sex.
Why wait?
she thought.
I should try him out before Julie gets here. Worse case, he runs away, and I have to find a new yard boy. Sooner or later, I'll get the right one.
From under the bed she removed a box containing toys she had brought on the internet. Back in town she would have been afraid of revealing her fascination with such things, especially the BDSM items, but not here.
She took the box into the dining area and placed it on the table. Then she pulled out one of the chairs and turned it facing the living room. The scene was set, just as she had been imagining it for weeks. She crossed the room to the open front door.
"Brian, come here," she called harshly.
"What?" he responded, looking confused.
"I said, come here. And bring one of the plants you just killed. Don't you know the difference between a weed and a flower?"
Sheepishly he looked at the pile of little green stems on the ground. "Oh. I'm sorry."
She smiled. "You will be. Mistakes like that have consequences. You must be punished. Now if you want to keep you job, you will obey me and come here."
Brian took a deep breath and let eyes moved over her. "Yes, ma'am," he said and walked toward the steps to the porch.
Elizabeth opened the door wide and backed into the room. "Take off those dirty shoes first," she ordered.
Sheepishly he knelt and removed his heavy shoes, darting glances up at the sexy woman in the doorway. Elizabeth stood with her hands on her hips and her legs apart, a slight smile softening her stern countenance.
"Good," she said when he pulled off the second shoe. He wore no socks. "Now stand up and follow me."
She walked to the dining alcove and sat in the prepositioned chair. He stopped a few feet away, a quizzical look on his face. "Come closer and turn around," she said.
