Oliver pulls at his fingertips, apparently debating whatever he’s about to say. “So you’ve shared subs before?” he asks.
“Many times.”
He nods. “So…is it fair to say that you’re the, um, one in charge? The slightly scary bossy one?” He throws his hands up. “Not that I’m saying that’s a bad thing! It’s actually a hot thing. But is your husband like that as well?”
I chuckle. “I’m flattered that’s how you see me, little treat. Don’t worry. And that’s a good question. My husband—August, your potential Daddy—is extremely kind and caring. We will both want to look after you, but where I will be firm, he will be soft.”
Oliver rubs his chest with a thoughtful smile. “That sounds nice.”
I wonder if he’s going to ask if August is attractive or even just for any description at all. But instead, he moves on.
That endears me to him even more.
“I like the idea of consenting once to whatever you guys want to have happen throughout the whole weekend and…that’s it,” he continues.
“You would be free to halt the proceedings at any point,” I interject, needing to make that crystal clear.
He nods. “Yeah, I assumed as much. But you know what they say about people who make assumptions.”
I manage to keep my grin reserved to a twitch of the lips. “Indeed. Would you like me to outline what it is you’d be consenting to, Oliver? In addition to what was laid out in the ad.”
“Yes, please, Master,” he says breathlessly.
I clasp my hands together and lean forward a fraction. “You will belong to me and my husband for approximately forty-eight hours. We will have sex with you whenever we please, and that includes waking you up with sexual acts if we wish. Of course, it is our job to tend to your needs as well. You will be allowed to orgasm, but only with my permission, and my husband is especially attentive with aftercare. I will want to push you pastwhat you think your limits are, but I will never, under any circumstances, abuse you. If you succeed in challenging yourself, you will be rewarded.” I smirk knowingly. “And we’ve already discussed that I will also want to punish you for any minor missteps you make. These will be for your own good and will be enjoyed by all involved. Are you with me so far?”
“Yes, Master,” he whispers, looking utterly captivated.
“You will either be naked or dressed in clothes of our choosing,” I continue to explain, painting a fuller picture of what he can expect if he agrees to our arrangement. “You will be involved in several scenes, most if not all of them involving both sweet and savory foods. We will feed you plenty and often, usually by hand. We will also feast on you. By this, I mean we will eat most if not all of our meals off your body. But my husband also particularly enjoys fantasizing about gobbling up sweet little treats like yourself to keep safe and warm in his belly. Will this sort of language make you uncomfortable?”
Oliver blinks, as if realizing he’s just been asked a question. “No, I don’t think so, Master. That’s the voraphilia thing, right? I looked it up. The food sex stuff sounds really, well, sexy. So that’s all cool. I’m not sure I understand the being eaten thing entirely, but it doesn’t freak me out. I’m…intrigued, I guess. And if it makes the birthday boy happy, then that’s all that really matters to me.”
I tilt my head, wondering if this young man truly doesn’t understand how remarkable he is.
“Excellent,” I say softly. “Shall I continue?”
“There’s more?” Oliver asks with raised eyebrows. “I mean, sure, yeah, go ahead.”
I hum in amusement, my gaze darting to the cakes. Without needing further prompting, he selects another one and pops it in his mouth, chewing happily as I watch on.
“I’m assuming you haven’t had any experience with bondage?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, but I like it when guys pin my arms above my head when they’re, you know…” He does a quick check to make sure no one’s listening.“Fuckingme. I’ve sometimes wondered about taking that further. So, I guess I’ve thought about that before as well as the Daddy thing.”
“Good,” I say with a nod. “It’s possible that I might want to indulge in some Shibari rope play, but I will definitely want to cuff your wrists and ankles when we dine off you. I will also want to sometimes blindfold you in order to heighten your senses. How does that sound?”
Before answering, he shudders again and shifts in his chair. “It sounds hot, Master.”
I allow myself a grin. “Are you getting hard, little treat?”
“Oh, I’ve basically been hard since I got here,” he grumbles with a laugh.
“But you’re not going to do anything about it, are you?” I ask with a hint of warning. I know he hasn’t officially agreed to be ours yet, but I want to see how he reacts if that’s what I imply.
His gaze drops and he bites his lower lip. “No, Master. I promise not to do anything like that without your permission.”
Well, now we’re both apparently struggling with raging hard-ons, because that perfect reaction only makes mine throb more. Luckily, the white tablecloth is there to protect our modesty.
“Good boy. I will want to engage in some mild pain play,” I go on. We’re near the end of my list now, and I’m trying not to get my hopes up. But it’s obvious he’s been enthusiastic about everything I’ve suggested so far. “Primarily spanking and hot wax. Nothing that will leave a mark unless you wish.” Fondness swells up in me. “If so, my husband is a big fan of hickeys. Again, these can be placed where they won’t be obvious, if you prefer.”