Chapter Nine
Sunday, four o'clock, she knocked and he opened. Indicating she enter she assumed her place and proper positioning to report from.
He sat and flicked his hand and fingers in front of her, indicating begin. She commenced, "Having selected the white envelope, I returned home and..."
This was her fourth time delivering her report in the manner he sought. She knew what was expected now. She kept the report reasonably concise without missing any of the sort of detail she had come to know he enjoyed. He found her very sexy, kneeling in front of him, sharing her experiences, feelings, and turmoils in trying to fulfill her contract.
"... after you gave me the spray, I went home, checked on Brian, then sat on my bed and kept gently working the canteen in and out of my throat, keeping it lubricated as I did. As my gag reflex returned to life, I fought the gagging off for a while, then noticed I wasn't gagging anymore. It was wonderful", she swooned a little in remembrance, she meant it too, he could see.
The gaging had been awful for her and he was glad she was past it, if she truly was. They would see soon enough.
Then she surprised him, pulling out a hot red, from end to end red, mobile canteen. He could see the pride in her eyes in showing him. She had done it!
He clapped his hands once in exclamation, even celebration, on her achievement, then asked her if she was ready for her test. She nodded her head a little nervously but prepared to proceed. He extracted a silk-wrapped, specially crafted, perfect replica of the male organ, canteen, from the Parker's side pocket and stood up.
Holding the bottom of the dildo in his right hand, pointing it towards the ceiling from as low as he could reach without kneeling himself, he nodded his head and down she went. With seemingly no problem, she took the fake cock right down her throat and gave a few good ups and downs to prove her point.
He laughed, withdrew the toy, then held it straight from himself at his crotch height. Again, she dove onto it, no fear. She was pretty proud of herself and she banged her head back and forth until he pulled the toy from her again. Then he requested she stand, turn around, and bend over. He slid the toy between her legs from behind for her to bend down and grab the cock once more with her lips and then draw it down her throat to the base rim. She was good, now, real good, he thought.
"Well done," he said and as she stood and turned, he drew her into his arms for a sincere and desired bear hug. He whispered, "I am so proud of you, Jen, once more you have earned your rent, provided us both with some great entertainment, and mastered an important skill. Yes," he said once more, "I am very proud of you, Little One," and released her.
She was so happy he was happy. She was in a bit of a daze. She hadn't known there for a bit if she was going to fulfill his contract or not but it was done now, 'Thank God,' she thought, 'I did it!' She was actually giddy.
He sat down in his chair, indicating she should assume her spot, and she did. He allowed her to kneel in relaxed peace and gave her time to enjoy her success in front of him since patience was a gift, he had long cherished. He thought her report was a little too short, however, he was so pleased with her week's work he decided to let it go.
When her attention started to drift, she was coming down from her pride high he ventured, "Today's report is accepted." She didn't know whether to snap to her report position or stay relaxed but he rose to get their brandy to toast the successful completion of the contract correctly as she just stayed and relaxed. 'Woo, that was easy,' she was thinking.
On returning, he sat forward on his chair, handed her the glass, and raised his in the air, offering a toast, "To life's successes and milestone achievements!" He tossed his back and she knew what was coming when she shot hers back but it flew right past her gag reflex and into her belly, where it did its job of spreading its warmth. She didn't gag. This was much better.
"And next week?" he inquired.
Handing him her shot glass, which he in turn, sat next to his own on the side table, she raised her hands in supplication, not saying anything, just wondering what sick idea he had next. Except she almost giggled as she thought it. She was starting to have fun now too. He nodded his head in understanding acceptance as he saw the humor in her eyes. "Ok then, you would like another rent contract?" he suggested. Again, she just nodded her head in the affirmative—a stern look. "Oh, yes, Sir," she spewed. You'd have expected her to salute. 'From giddy to uppity,' he thought.
"Well, there remains last week's gold box, and you will also find a new beautiful green box as this week's choice."
"The gold box, you will recall, could lead to a loss of control at inappropriate times, interesting?" He asked in a questioning tone. She gave a half-hearted shrug, more wanting to hear about the green box. She was looking at it over her shoulder now. It was on the table, separated by about eight inches from the gold box. The green was absolutely gorgeous as an emerald shimmer seemed to flow from it. She thought it was one of the prettiest things she had ever seen and it was fascinating to her, even from this distance. She wanted to touch it, feel it, smell it. But what's in it, she was asking herself. Waiting.
"The beautiful green, actually, allow me to start over here." Black reset himself and started over, "This spectacular emerald green box comes from a monastery deep in Tibet, a small religious country in Asia. The constructor is well known for having mystical powers with the boxes made to enhance the expectations, even the deliverables, of whatever is gifted inside. His boxes are considered priceless by those who know his work."
"Choosing the emerald box demands a contractual commitment to meet all contract requirements, agreed?"
"I need to know a little more about what to expect from the green box to make a good decision," she countered. Of course, she had turned back from the boxes when he first began to describe the green box. He looked into her eyes for a moment, looking deep into her thoughts she felt, but he wouldn't say anything more.
Again, she was sorry, but losing control in inappropriate places just wasn't pulling her toward gold. So, she chose emerald. "Yes, emerald," a big smile on her face. She had no idea why her choice made her happy but she was in the moment. He lifted his hand directing her towards the table and boxes behind her.
She gently picked up the emerald box treating it like the treasure it was. As she absorbed the texture on her fingers, a slight rub across her cheek, the box felt beautiful as well, and she thought as she turned back to him, a genuine smile on her face. She was excited to see what such a beautiful box could hold.
He was directing her out. Halfway through the door, he spoke so she stopped, turning her head back over her shoulder to look at his face, "I am pleased we met, young Jen," he said, "you have brought nothing but a new joy to my life since your arrival. Thank you, good night."
She almost skipped all the way home, her, 19 years old and skipping. She wanted to laugh out loud at herself. The horrors of the last week are gone, forgotten. Life is great!
Once home, with the emerald box on the table, she got Brian some food and gave him some hugs on her lap. As she fed him, she ran through her mind the outcome of the last couple of boxes she had opened.
Maybe she shouldn't be so excited about opening this box. A tiny shudder ran through her.
