Chapter Eleven
"Well, Jen, what do you have in mind for this week's rent?" On her knees in her relaxed position, knees spread to elbow width, her pussy lips open in front of him, she glanced behind her where the gift boxes were usually on display but saw nothing. As her eyes returned to his, he could clearly see the question in them before she answered with, "I don't know, Sir. I thought you probably had some new challenge for me this week."
"Are you seeking another contract from me, Little One?" Black asked with a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Yes, Sir."
"Ok then, we have enjoyed a month of fun together thus far. You have shared openly and honestly with me and have met all challenges with courage and commitment. You have brought daily smiles to our little family and I have truly appreciated observing your achievements.
"Do you want to continue these weekly contracts or would you like something more long-term?" Black watched her closely, seeking to follow her thinking process.
However, she only took seconds to reply, "What would long-term look like?" she sweetly asked.
He had expected more tentativeness but he saw none. "I am thinking about a one-month contract for now," he continied, "we would set the parameters of that contract in advance. You would commit to complete compliance and we will have some more fun."
'Fun suggests only one thing now and that is something involving me and a sexual act', she was thinking, 'it hasn't been all that hard so far', her slightest smile emerging. 'But what does he want for a month'?
"Still, Sir, I can't commit until I know what you ask of me."
"It's quite simple, really. You agree to do everything I ask of you without complaint and continue to show me the high-quality effort and achievement you have shown thus far."
She knew she wasn't going to get any further details but she wanted to stay where they were. Brian was safe here and she didn't mind the games they had played so far. He hadn't touched her or hurt her, or Brian, in any way. She had no choice as she thought it through, "Ok, I accept the terms of the contract."
"Very good," stated Black clapping his hands together, once. She saw the little boy in him at the moment and her motherhood instincts wanted to cuddle him to her bosom.
He reached into the side pocket of the Parker and drew a mauve-colored envelope and proceeded to hand it across. She accepted it as he motioned for her to rise as he did so himself.
On the way to the door, "As always, do not open the envelope until you get into bed. Sleep well, Little One, sleep well."
Once Brian was settled down for the night she flew through her wash and brush. Jen couldn't wait to jump into bed and read his letter. For some reason she didn't want to think through as she was now looking forward to a new challenge. She was having fun.
Jen, while pleased with your overall effort last week, you revealed a poor ability to control your orgasms. I believe I would be letting you down if I did not help you address this. For this week's commitment, to masturbate shall mean playing with yourself until you reach the edge of orgasm, then stopping until you can commence once more under control, then working yourself to the edge again. This is referred to as 'sexual edging.'
You will edge yourself for twenty minutes after your morning bathroom routine, before entering the big house, during movie time, before dinner and before sleep.
You are not to have an orgasm, of any kind, without my permission. You can only allow yourself to have an orgasm when I say you can. This is for your benefit young lady, so as always, I expect total honesty from you.
I will require you to report any contractual breaches immediately to me, in person. Understand?"
She could hear his voice on reading that word. Her bum muscles tensed. She understood.
For tomorrow's attire, please wear your red strap dress, no bra and bring along Bob to lunch.
Sleep well.
"Rough job, but hey, somebodies got to do it," ran threw her mind as her hand entered her panty to begin her twenty minutes of edging. With a smile on her face, "This should be easy," were the last words spoken for the night.
Sunday, report time.
As he opened his door and was saying good evening, she scurried past him with her head down and going straight to the living room. He followed and took his seat.
She assumed her presenting position, chin up, eyes on his, hands on each thigh, knees just over elbow width apart, her cunt agape, soaking wet, her labia lips engorged, almost purple, pulsing in front of him. 'Probably due to the change in air temperature', was his smiling thought. Finally, below her pussy he could just see the hint of the new jewel that adorned the top of the anal plug she held in her ass. 'Gorgeous, simply gorgeous," was his thinking.
After his slower-than-usual visual inspection he looked into her face, her eyes. Her make-up was perfect but nothing gaudy. She used highlights only as her mascara was thin, black and captivating. Her lips were full, plump and soft red, perfect.
But her eyes. Not her eye makeup, her eyes, the windows to her mind, were craving, wanting. She needed something with that desperation only a few are ever in a position to attain. She was an animal right then. Every fiber of her being was ready to pounce, to act.
He could smell her need. He smiled, "Well, Little One, here it is, another Sunday and time for your report. I must say you look ravishing this evening. Beautiful just isn't strong enough, thank you."
She didn't nod or respond in any way. She just stared into his eyes. Waiting. Craving. He moved his hand indicating she could begin, supporting the movement verbally as well, "Please begin."
