He had me from the moment our eyes met across the piano at the Surf Maid. His were a beautiful silvery-blue color, like stars. I knew I had to have him. He seemed disappointed that I had a date. When he rose from his stool and headed for the men's room, I turned to Jack and dismissed him. The poor boy was shocked but knew better than to disobey me.
Before my prey returned, I settled onto the stool next to the one he had left to answer nature's call. His reaction upon returning was delightful. It was easy to lure him back to my lair. He was such a sweet boy, opening doors for me and not grabbing me immediately when we entered my apartment.
His eagerness to offer himself to me was amazing. Within hours he had accepted my ownership like a drowning man would grasp a life preserver. I knew that this was the one I had been seeking. Poor Jack was shrinking in my rearview mirror with every second I spent with Erik. The thought of teaching Erik to be my perfect fucktoy was a heady drug that had me rushing on a high of excitation.
He was a delighted collaborator in every adventure I suggested. Happy to do anything I wanted and happily accepting everything I wanted to do to him. His mouth was untrained, but he was a natural, hungrily devouring my pussy and ass without reservation. When he showed how he used his tongue as he played his harmonica, I fell in love.
When he fell asleep next to me, I had already decided that this was the one who I wanted to make mine for the rest of our lives. He was perfect, beautiful, obedient, and so incredibly eager to please. What more could a girl want.
Chapter 4
The best decision I ever made was accepting Mistress Barbara's offer to become her slave, her fucktoy. Each day has been better than the preceding one since that night when I first set eyes on her at the Surf Maid. When our eyes locked, my fate was sealed. The rest was merely a formality.
Since then, she has lovingly trained me to be the best pleasure unit I can be. The best part of it is that her training is ongoing, and from what I have learned so far, she has no intention of being finished with it, ever. Like the day when she took me to her friend Lisa's shop for the first time.
We had only been together for about a week when I first met Lisa. Mistress and I were in her bed. I lay between her lovely legs with my face snuggled into her crotch, feeding happily on her glorious pussy. She tastes delicious, and I am always delighted when she allows me to worship her.
"Fucktoy, are you positive you want to be my property? You've had time to think it over, and now is the time to commit. There's no going back if you say yes."
"Yes, Mistress. There is nothing in the world I want more. This is where I belong, serving you, giving you any pleasure you will allow me to. Please, I want nothing more than to belong to you."
"Very well, now finish up, make me cum, then we will go out."
It was hard to worship her properly with the shit-eating grin I know burst onto my lips. But I managed. She came hard, shuddering and crying out in ecstasy, and we jumped out of bed. I dressed as quickly as I could and knelt at the foot of the bed the way she had trained me to signal that I was ready.
She had me hail a cab, and when we got in, she gave a Greenwich Village address to the driver. As we drove, she hooked a finger under my collar and pulled me close for a deep kiss.
The cab came to a stop in front of a small storefront. The window bore painted signage proclaiming it to be a tattoo parlor and that piercings were also available.
"If you are to be my property, I want you marked properly, fucktoy."
