imagination/desire

Fantasy/story:

The Boi

The canes and belts were laid out on the bar along side the bottles of wine. The hallway was lit with rows and rows of candles.

The boi was called for and he took his mistress’s jacket, and hung it with care. He poured her a glass of wine. He wore the whitest of briefs, tight across his ass. Miss R liked the boi’s breasts available and so he wore the flimsiest of undershirts which could be ripped from his body easily.

Miss R sat down and lifted her feet. Her boi, G, knelt quickly and unzipped her boots and took them off his mistress’s feet gently, caressing them as he did so.
“Thank you, please leave me for a moment.” Miss R relaxed, closing her eyes and resting her feet on the ottoman. She picked up a magazine and then shouted to the boi, “Come here.” She showed her boi an article about young successful women who had slave boys and girls. Everyone was of legal age but the head of the house had servants who performed various tasks including if she wanted, sexual favors. Miss R said that she might enjoy that type of arrangement. “Do you have objections boi?” “I will take them into consideration but can and will do as I wish.”

“Your pleasure Miss R is my objective,” he responded.

“Draw me a bath and hang up my clothes.” Miss R drank back the last of the wine in her glass and put it down. “You can bring me another glass when the bath is ready.”

Boi G started the bath and followed his mistress into the bedroom and took Miss R’s clothes from her as she undressed. Her skin, honey gold, smooth, lit up the room. The boi’s eyes appreciate her beauty, the high arch of her hips and ass, the curve of her breast, the dark nipple, her pretty chin, graceful neck, the sheer length of her back and legs.

Miss R walked to the bath and closed the door. She had every confidence that the temperature was perfect and that her wine would be brought after she settled in. Her boi adored her and wanted to please her.

G poured another glass of the pinot and brought it to Miss R, knocking before entering. Miss R smiled, her body relaxed, “Thank you sweet girl.” The boi enjoyed this feminization of his psyche. Miss R grabbed a nipple and pulled the boi toward her to kiss the boi’s lips. “Ok, you can go now.”

The boi went back to the kitchen and finished preparing the repast for the evening.
Dublin cheddar, fresh goat cheese, crusty oaty bread and slices of pear, apple, and strawberries as well as olives, seared scallops, and thin slices of rare red beef with horseradish cream. He laid it out on a large platter to please her eye and palate, contrasting color while keeping strong flavors apart to mix salty and sweet, tart and creamy.

Miss R loved this time in her bath, relaxing, masturbating. She would deal with the boi later during the week. The tension of the week would be played out with the canes and belts on the boi’s body increasing their sexual pleasure of each other. Now, however, he would have to be content with serving her and pleasuring her.

Miss R came out of the bath with her head wrapped and her robe on. She laid back on the chaise. G, came out of the kitchen with the platter and brought the bottle of wine. “Would you care for anything else Miss R?”

“No. Please sit with me.” She talked about her day and ownership of her new creative designs. It was important to her and the boi listened carefully to glean how she felt and hone in on her desires for achievement. Miss R was very accomplished and loved to be stroked for those things. It was important to be her champion.

“Would like to watch a movie or something Miss R,” the boi asked. “We have a couple of selections to choose from, “Before Night Falls” with Javier Badem or “Water,” the Chinese film.

“Water.”

The boi took the disc and set up the system to play. Miss R patted the couch next to her for the boi to come sit close. She took the towel off her head and reached for her comb, handing it to the boi. “Please comb it out carefully.”

He knew to start slowly at the bottom and move up, holding the top his mistress’s head. Her hair was silky, shiny, fragrant. The comb moved through her hair easily now.
“Thank you,” was all that was said when she wanted him to stop.

The movie was about an orphaned aristocrat is sent to a temple to live and encounters a temple prostitute whom she starts to emulate. Miss R loved these types of movies and enjoyed sharing them but only after the movie was over. She would pause once in a while to comment but mostly sat engrossed, entranced, taken away to another place.
She leaned into the boi, to feel his body and once relaxed, would open her legs to reveal her sex, thick and beckoning with a strip of dark hair leading to the center of her sex.
The boi touched her slowly on her thighs, barely moving his hand, fingers pressed easily not too heavy, not too light. She would hold his hand when the touch was too much sensation or push his fingers inside if she wanted more.

The best times for the boi were those moments when their eyes would meet and for a minute the world would stop and their lips would meet and a long slow kiss would seem like forever. They would go back to the movie but that moment was what he longed for every time.

At bedtime, the boi turned down the bed and Miss R would allow him the pleasure of sleeping there most nights. At times, he would just bend down, take the caning and be sent off. Miss R’s fingers would take her own pleasure, her shiny nails disappearing into her sex and her body shuddering while the boi listened intently for her orgasm but knew he couldn’t hear it but saw it in his mind as his own hands brought his climax.
Miss R planned an outing for the boi. She wanted to go shopping. The boi dressed, grabbed his wallet and went to get the car. He would wait outside for his mistress by the door.

They drove out to New Jersey with the windows down. They enjoyed these times together. Miss R would file her nails and chat about work or the movies. They talked about books and talked about their workouts. They talked about friends and going to the beach.

Miss R wanted shoes, a jacket and some new skirts. She also browsed through the lingerie. Slink adorned her well. She looked exquisite in the black corset the boi had purchased. The way she looked with the cane in her hand when she had it on was imposing. Her dominant nature shone through.