"My Cash Boy"
By Zageden
I get a text, you tell me you're downstairs and ready. I've already pulled on my heavy boots and donned my leather, I walk out and you've opened my door like a good boy.
We ride to the restaurant and walk in, you've made reservations as I ordered. We sit down, I open the menu and I'm the one that selects your meal. As we sit you confess yourself to me, I get to learn all about you, what you do all day and what you dream of all night. What fantasies in your slave mind make you hard and dripping wet. A smile forms on my face as I realize how much power I have over you, what I can do to you, what will make you shiver with excitement, what would make you sweat with fear.
The bill comes, we're done here, pay the nice lady, boy and be sure to give her a nice tip. Open the door, and we're on our way to the bar. You know my drink and you know yours, a cocktail for me, and a water for you. We make our way to the back of the bar, in the darker corner, the spot where you fall to your hands and knees and I prop my boots on your back. They can see you boy, they glance over and smile. They like to watch as I enjoy my drink, and you enjoy knowing where you are. I finish my glass and you bring it back to the bar, such a good boy. So useful and prompt.
Back to the car, I'm smiling, buzzed and with a loyal slave, how could I not? Back to the house, and you're on your knees again, my gloved finger points down and you fall further, tongue out boy, lick these boots and show me how much you love it. Without a word, the bills come out, and they slide inside my boots, singles slowly turn into fives, and gradually blossom into twenties. You're so eager to serve, to be used, to be wanted. You're hard and throbbing, heart pounding. I never ordered this of you, but you please me this way.
You're my cash boy, my devoted slave. You shall do as I say. Let me hear it, the words that make me smile.
"Yes, Master Zageden."