Later the same day. Elle was lying on her bed, thinking. How could she use her new butler? So many possibilities. He may have some future as her toy. She knew she had to make him comfortable at being her butler/sex toy. She wanted someone to satisfy her every whim. But could he handle that? He hadn't quit yet. Even though she had given him the opportunity. She was forging a plan in her head. How to break him down. How to make him submit to her on his own? Her thoughts were drifting to a plan that would make him dependent on her. Make him need her. Perhaps taking his pleasure from him and then granting him little drops of it. That was a good plan, she thought, but she needed to carry it out slowly as to not frighten him. He was indeed good looking and had a decent prick. But she wanted more. She wanted him to become hers without him even realising it.
She would sank her claws into his mind. Her mind went back to thinking about how to test if he got what she needed. Or so she thought. She could easily find a replacement for him, like she had done before he arrived. Her last butler had quit since he could not handle her. Elle tested them in all ways she found entertaining. She wanted them to submit to her willingly. Even get obsessed with her. She would push their boundaries, making them submit to her. Then play with them. But they could never truly have her. She had her reasons for that. Being hurt too many times, she felt like there was no true love in the world and didn't want anybody beside her. Until she met Cinthia Thorn. Her Domme mentor. It was some years back. She was by herself in a bar, which name she did not remember. She had told the man to leave her alone, but he was persistent. That's when the then unknown Cinthia came to her rescue. She came from behind the man and kicked him in the balls, making him fall to the ground. She then continued kicking him until she was sure he wouldn't get up. Elle watched her, confused, but also thankful that she came to her rescue.
"Don't let some worms bother you. You have power, you just need to show it."
Elle's eyes filled with admiration towards that woman. She had been hurt far too many times already. Most of her ex-lovers eventually got bored and started either cheating or broke things off since they were not looking for a long-term relationship. They, of course, blamed it on her, to justify their actions. When Cinthia left the bar. Elle rushed off to chase after her. Cinthia saw potential in her and agreed to help. Over the course of a few years, she made her what she is today. A more dominant persona, which helped her both in life and in her business.
Meanwhile, Adrian was running around the house doing absolutely anything he could to score some good points with his new employer. He did the dishes, mowed the lawn, cleaned the floors in most rooms. He was about to do something else to do when she called.
"Adrian!" she yelled.
He rushed off to her side like his life depended on it.
"Yes, mistress. How may I help?"
"Drive me to work. So, I can check something out."
He didn't know where she worked exactly. Perhaps it would be good to know. He can get her if needed.
"Yes, mistress. As you wish."
"Let's drink a cup of coffee and go."
She went to the kitchen after taking a shower. He had just brewed the coffee. It was good that she took a little more time. That allowed him to find where everything was located.
"Here you go, mistress, enjoy."
"I want you to bow when you say that." Her were eyes fixed on him. She was interested in him right now.
Adrian didn't feel as ashamed as before. At least this time he had clothing on.
He bowed in front of her and put the coffee on the bar, while repeating his words. She drank her coffee fast and got up to get ready. When she returned, she was in her working mode. Her sexy mode. Wearing a beige suit with knee-length skirt that showed her class yet emphasized her sexy body. And heels so high that she could reach the heavens.
"Let's go." she said and threw him the keys to the car.
It seemed it was a Rolls-Royce.
"Yes, mistress."
They left the mansion. He opened the door for her. The Rolls-Royce was amazing. Dark grey with black interior. He opened the door for her, then closed it and hopped in the front to drive. She told him the address, and they got there fast by GPS. He threw her a few glances since she wasn't saying anything. She kept staring through the window into the cloudy sky. It seemed to relax her somehow. Or so Adrian thought. When they got there, she told him to wait inside the car. After a long four-hour wait, which to him seemed even longer, she came out of the building. She seemed angry. Maybe things weren't going as she planned. Adrian hurried to open the door for her. She hopped into the car without saying a word, while he closed her door and hurried to the driver's seat.
"Drive me home, Adrian." she said, exhaling.
"Those shitty ass fuckers. I'll fucking fire all of them. They can't do anything on their own. Why the fuck did I hire them?"
Adrian remained silent and drove her home. He wasn't sure what to say, so he remained silent. If she needed to talk, she would do it.
"These bitches can't do shit. Now I have to fix their mess. Damn it." she exhaled. "Sorry, Adrián. I'm fucking pissed."
"It's alright, mistress. I'm here to listen."
"I don't want to talk about it."
They returned to the mansion, and he opened the door of the car for her, then the door of the mansion. He hurried to park the car and returned to her side.
Adrian looked for her. She was sitting in a green armchair in the room next to hers. There was a fireplace in front of her. It wasn't lit, yet she stared at it like it was. As though imaginary, flames were dancing there, begging for her attention.
"Adrian, will you strip naked for me? I enjoy looking at your body."
Her voice was sounded tired. He felt it was wrong to decline. He also wanted to feel that warmth in his stomach that he had felt previously.
"Yes, mistress."
She turned towards him with a curious look. The smile returning to her face.
He took his clothing off and folded it on the floor. Keeping his underwear on.
She was still staring at the flames. But she noticed his movements had stopped, so she turned to look at him. When she saw him, her face became bitter. Yet, her tone remained calm.
"Listen here, Adrian. I told you to strip. And I said it so I can look at your prick. There is no need to be embarrassed. You have a good-looking body and a good dick. Please don't make a lady ask twice." her voice remained calm all the way though.
A part of him knew that was the case. But he was a little hesitant to do it. It still felt embarrassing. He thought she would let him off the hook.
"Pull these off and start masturbating." she said calmly. Exhaling, she looked at him until the warmth in her eyes was gone. She yelled. "Fucking do it already. God damn it, you're slow. Are you going to fucking freeze every time I tell you to strip? " She didn't want to yell at him, but her emotions got the better of her.
Feeling there was no room for bargaining, he agreed.
"Forgive me, mistress. It shall be done."
He started taking his clothes off like previously. Slowly, with some hesitance. But Elle was not in the mood for that.
"Hurry the fuck up!"
"Yes, mistress." he said, a little embarrassed.
Her eyes were fixated on his prick. He could tell and whilst he was trying to take his clothes off faster, he stopped when he got to his underwear. His prick betrayed his thoughts. He was embarrassed, but his cock stood at attention. He hadn't masturbated in a while. And yesterday when he made her come, turned him on so much, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Perhaps that was the reason his prick was hard, he thought. He held his palms in front of his underwear, hiding his prick. How was she so forward with everything? He thought to himself.
"Take that off and start fucking masturbating!"
Her voice was so authoritative. The need to obey went through his mind like a flash before dissipating.
He finally removed his underwear. His prick was semi-hard.
"You need a little help?"
He remained silent.
"Come here." she said calmly, like she hadn't yelled at him a second ago.
He slowly went to her, a little unsure.
"Lower, I don't want to get up."
He knelt so that his head was around her level and she couldn't help but laugh.
"I knew you would kneel in front of me on your own one of these days."
His face flushed with embarrassment. He looked away, unable to meet her gaze. Elle smiled at his embarrassment. She almost forgot what she was angry about. She lowered her face in front of his. He moved back slightly, feeling too close to her. She grabbed him behind the head and pulled him closer to kiss his forehead.
"You're doing well, Adrian. Now won't you please masturbate for me?"
Her voice was so sweet he couldn't refuse. He shouldn't be so embarrassed, he said to himself. So, he took his prick in his hand. It was growing harder. He started slowly moving his hand and jerking off. She watched him without breaking eye contact.
"Would you like some help?"
He wasn't sure what to say. How could he say to his boss he wanted her to jerk him off? He couldn't. He seemed to take a little more to respond while thinking about that. Phrase it in a more polite manner. Elle knew he was embarrassed and went to him and caressed his cheek with her soft, warm hand. He enjoyed the feeling, even gasped a little when she did that. His reaction made Elle smile. She even suppressed her laugh.
"So, you want me to help you?"
He nodded.
