Secret Mascot

Chapter Seven-1

Chapter Seven

If the wait between Thursday and Saturday nights seemed endless, the succeeding week dragged on for an eon.

At home I did as I’d been told. I played with my panties while not daring to don them. Too small in the waist and too big in the butt, they were already starting to pop the elastic. I obsessed over all my wonderful wounds (far more extensive this time), sleeping on my belly and taking my meals kneeling. I carried Mistress’ signed picture everywhere, fantasizing about her nonstop. I wept and groaned and squirmed and struggled with my sanity as my bound genitals throbbed ceaselessly with pain and unrelieved need. When the packages with Mistress’ new outfit arrived I gave them pride of place on the bedroom vanity where they were the first thing I saw in the morning and would gaze upon long into my sleepless nights, trying to imagine what wonders lay in store. And all the while I marveled over the fact that such a supremely superior feminine specimen had accepted me as a slave, deigned to dominate me and would soon be doing so in the unworthy hospitality of my very own home.

As for school, on Monday I skipped my classes: there was simply no way I could face sitting on my thighs and ass for intervals of an hour at a stretch. Tuesday I managed this only with extreme discomfort and with the prospect of my tutoring session with Mistress later in the afternoon to sustain me. Once there I gave her the number to my new cell phone – and she’d be the only person who would have it. From her, I received the composition assignment we’d been given on Monday, and I helped her to organize and outline hers in addition to providing more assistance in statistics. Wednesday night I proofread and improved the resulting paper for her, and was again rewarded during our Thursday evening session with the slipping of several buttons on her blouse and the occasional rubbing of my maddened c**k through my slacks as we sat closely side by side bent over Dani’s books and calculator.

“Are you getting excited about Saturday night, slave?” Mistress murmured to me as she stroked and squeezed. “Is this deprived little toy of yours just bursting to be used again?”

“Very much so, Mistress!” I moaned, practically out of my mind with frustrated lust. Dani leaned toward me further, the front of her shirt sagging open to reveal most of one satiny ebon breast even to a few scattered ducts spotting the remarkably expansive, just-visible aureole of her n****e. Her fingers found my bound-down head and pinched me cruelly, bringing a little cry I was unable to suppress from me.

“Good for you!” she crooned. “I’m excited too. I haven’t been out to dinner in ages, even if it’s only with a lowly slave. And I can’t wait to wear my smashing new dress. I’m also looking forward to finding some innovative new ways to discipline you, and listening to you shrieking with distress half the night rather than just blubbering into a gag.

“Unfortunately, our game against UD is away this weekend and all the way up in Dayton. I doubt I’ll make it to your place until eight-thirty or so. Depending on how the evening goes, I might just have to stay over until morning. Wouldn’t that be a shame? Hmmmm?”

Mistress’ humming in my ear had the hair prickling on the back of my neck and delicious shivers wracking me. Her words had my heart racing and prick straining even more than her just-removed hand had. Somehow my suddenly parched mouth made the appropriate sounds.

“The only shame is that you’ll ever have to leave there Mistress. I would spend eternity chained up immobile and hanging upside down, crammed into the smallest, deepest cell of your immense castle dungeon, just to remain forever under the same roof as you.”

“That’s very sweet, slave,” Mistress laughed softly. “I’ll keep it in mind. You make such a splendid piece of property I might indeed have to possess you forever.” Suddenly wonderful Dani nearly slew me with happiness by following this fantastic portent with a quick kiss to the side of my skull, just behind the ear. Again I shivered deliciously. Then she drew back, all business once again. “That’s enough fun for today, boy. Now show me how to determine this standard deviation, my non-standard deviant. I still don’t quite get it.”

On Friday, Mistress once again gifted me with a few sly smiles and brief eye contact, and by Saturday I was truly in a tizzy of anticipation. Unable to attend the game due to the distance involved I spent the day in endless preparation, redoing tasks a dozen times to ensure that everything was just right. I showered meticulously, shaved with a brand-new razor, brushed and flossed my teeth for half an hour, used tons of mouthwash, just enough aftershave, trimmed my nails and took inordinate care with my ponytail, my hair finally having grown long enough for a proper one. After dressing and undressing half a dozen times like a flighty girl on prom night, I at last settled on a combination I considered properly stylish, classy and yet still reasonably casual. Then I harried the maids and groundskeeper uncharacteristically about (I’d arranged for them to come a day early), making sure there wasn’t a speck of dust to be found or an errant leaf or blade of grass floating in the pool.

I had inch-thick New York strip steaks marinating the day away. I stepped out to the farmer’s market to choose several ears of corn picked just that morning, as well as a selection of fresh local fruit for dessert. Flawless big potatoes were scrubbed and wrapped in foil, sour crème laid by and just-picked chives chopped fine. I sliced onions and mushrooms for sautéing and had a couple bottles of the best wine in the cellar brought up and chilled. On the vast patio out back between the house and the pool I laid a bed of fine lump charcoal in the big just-scrubbed grill (no gas and definitely no briquettes for me) and surrounded the patio furniture with citronella candles to help the smoke from the fire ward off insects.

It was a beautifully clear and sunny day, windless for once on the edge of the plains and with the temperature in the eighties even in mid-to-late October. Growing up a few hundred miles to the north in the lee of the Great Lakes I still couldn’t get over the relative mildness of the weather. Eating outside was definitely in order. I spread a fine linen tablecloth and newly laundered seat-covers over the best of the patio furniture, added votive candles in colored, cut crystal vases, and snipped a few magnificent roses from the flowerbed out front to go with them. I chose the finest glassware, silverware and china from my grandparents’ collections and set them aside to swiftly lay out place settings once the time came.

Speaking of my grandparents’ collections, once the hired help left at five o’clock, I opened the bedroom safe and took out my grandmother’s jewelry box. The most precious items were stored in a safe deposit box I couldn’t access until I was twenty-one, but this was still an impressive enough collection to dazzle any poor girl from the inner city. Hell, it still dazzled me, and I knew damn well my no-good parents would kill to get their hands on it. Too bad, assholes. Opening this I set it on the vanity next to Dani’s packages so she could accessorize herself like a queen (which of course she was to me) once she’d donned her new outfit.

I programmed the stereo with several hours’ worth of music, mostly smooth and bluesy jazz with some fusion thrown in (Al DiMeola, Stanley Clark and the like) as well as a healthy dose of Frank Zappa – instrumentals only of course. I set this to play randomly at a level just loud enough to be appreciated and activated speakers both throughout the house and out on the patio. Then there was nothing more to do but watch the clock and stew in nervousness.

More than two more hours passed in an agony of anticipation. I kept telling myself that the later Dani arrived, the more likely she was to spend the night. My stomach knotted and twisted; I hadn’t eaten since shortly after noon, but I felt it might be impossible to swallow a single bite. Finally, at eight forty-five a taxi pulled into the drive.

Immediately, I hurried out to meet it. I was paying off the meter almost as soon as Dani was climbing out. Then the driver pulled away, and we were facing each other at last.

“Good evening, Mistress. Welcome to my home. How did the game go?”

Dani was dressed in just shorts, sneakers and t-shirt. Clearly she’d hurried over here straight from the shower: her hair was still damp and a nasty scrape on one leg was still raw and wet-looking. But she was all lovely exuberance, carrying a gym bag in one hand and her pointer in the other. Her smile lit up the slowly encroaching dusk.

“Fabulous! We crushed them seven-nothing. Your Mistress scored four goals, and got their goalie ejected when she brought me down in the penalty area. That’s how I got this.” She waggled her leg, giving me a chance to voice my heartfelt distress.

“That looks terrible, Mistress. What the hell’s wrong with your trainer? We need to get you some Bactine and a bandage right away.”

“Forget about it. I’m ready to get sexy and celebrate!” She turned her gaze around the manicured grounds and up at the sprawling house. “Goddamn, boy, you weren’t kidding. What a spread! And you say all this is yours?”

“Absolutely, ma’am. May I show you around a bit?”

“Just on the way to my new outfit. Then you can tell me all about it over dinner. I am absolutely starved!”

“Your wish is my command, Mistress. Right this way if you please. May I carry your bag?” Without waiting for an answer I took this from her, the perfect gentlemen, and led the way to the front door. Laughing excitedly, Dani fell into step beside me, twirling her pointer between her fingers like a majorette. I held the door and ushered her inside, immeasurably gratified by her gasp of appreciation. Her eyes greedily drank in all the tasteful and spacious opulence as I led her through grandly appointed rooms and halls and upstairs to the master suite.

There she exclaimed over the magnificent canopied four-poster bed. But as expected her eyes really popped out when I led her to the vanity and she saw the open jewelry box.

“Goodness gracious, boy, what are you, some kind of teenage millionaire?”

“No, Mistress – not yet anyways. I don’t get my full inheritance for a couple of years yet. And until I was eighteen I was as poor as anybody. All this stuff, the house and everything, was my grandparents. To tell you the truth, it really hasn’t sunk in yet, though I moved here the summer before last. I’ll tell you all about it over dinner.

“Speaking of which, I’d better get started on it. Go ahead and change, and help yourself to the jewelry. Someone ought to wear it, particularly a ravishing and supremely deserving goddess like you. I’ll be on the patio out back when you’re ready.”

Mistress Dani was already absorbed in the treasure chest before her. Leaving her to it I slipped quietly away, and then hurried downstairs to set the table.

The grill had been lit forty minutes ago and the potatoes were already baking. Once the table settings were in place and the candles lit, I brought the rest of the food out in preparation. Gloaming was coming on, but in addition to the many candles and fiery glow of the grill the pool was lit from below, casting a pale bluish aura that wavered and rippled over everything with the movement of the water. The moon was just rising, fireflies streaked fitful trails of gold across the yard, and a more romantic setting couldn’t possibly be imagined. Instrumental melodies of beguiling intricacy unspooled in the background, and I’d just finished pouring the wine when I heard the screen door slide open. I looked up, and almost dropped the bottle.

Did I call her my queen? Mistress looked regal indeed – not to mention stunningly gorgeous, smashingly sexy, and more profoundly authoritative and intimidating than ever before. To start with she was a good three inches taller. It seems I’d bought her not a new pair of shoes, but spike-heeled boots: supple black leather that rose to just above the knee before folding back down an inch or so. Above this she wore the quintessential little black dress. Clinging as tight as those spandex shorts had and clearly advertising her lack of panties or bra, this started high up on Dani’s thighs and embraced her intimately in stretchy fabric to just the tops of her egg-shaped breasts. Her many beaded braids were knotted high up on the back of her head to trail down over her bare and brawny shoulders and she glittered everywhere with metal and mineral finery.

A heavy gold chain of exquisite design circled her throat, she wore jeweled bracelets on both wrists, rings adorned nearly every finger and diamond pendants dangled from her earlobes. Yet not even these could match the brilliance of her eyes and teeth. Carrying her very potent pointer in one hand and a large purse in the other, she gleamed at me with an excited delight and yet carried herself with more aggressive self-assurance than anyone born and bred to such staggering luxury. Deftly using a stiletto heel to reach behind her and slide the screen shut Dani slinked and swayed and strutted and strode toward me like the goddess I’d called her.

“How do you like me now, white boy? Your little eyes are just popping out of your head! Aren’t you glad you waited to masturbate?”

“Absolutely, Mistress!” I sputtered, fumbling the two-hundred-dollar-or-more bottle back onto the table. “You are the most surpassing vision of loveliness imaginable! I must be dead and in heaven, and you the omnipotent goddess assigned to torment and exalt me through all eternity! I was so right to entrust you with my immortal soul!”

“You ain’t dead yet, slave, though you might wish you were before I finally free your p***s. Delayed gratification, boy: that’s the secret to the best pleasure ever! What’s that you’ve got there – wine?”

“The best vintage in the cellar, Mistress. May I offer you a glass and a toast on this most auspicious occasion?”

“Well, I’m really not supposed to, being in training and all. And neither are you, Mister nineteen year-old. But that’s never stopped me before, and I’m sure it hasn’t you. I think a glass or two on an empty stomach might just be the thing for both of us.”

“My thoughts exactly, Mistress.” As she reached the table and set down her purse I handed Dani a glass and picked up my own.

“Here’s to you, Mistress Omnipotent: the most ideal owner an unworthy slave could ever aspire to belong to.”

“Hear, hear.”

We clinked rims and drank.

“Damn that’s good!” Dani exclaimed with another laugh. “I could get used to living this way real fast. You are fixing to spoil me, boy!”

“No, Mistress,” I dared to differ, “I’m merely treating you as you eminently deserve, and as a loving nature always intended. I’m going to throw the steaks and corn on and cook for you now. Would you care to sit and watch your slave serve you?”

“I think not, boy. I’m feeling far too energetic to sit still just yet. I believe I’ll just stroll around the grounds a little bit first while I finish this glass of wine.”

“As you wish, my beloved. Mi casa es su casa.”

“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that, boy. And I might take you up on it sooner and more completely than you think. Living in the dorm is a dreadful drag, especially after two and more years of it.”

Without giving me a chance to remark on this fantastic prospect (might she really move in with me?) Mistress Dani strolled off toward the pool, her glass in one hand while she spun the pointer in the other, her spike heels clicking sharply on the elegant tile of the patio.

Dismissed to begin my chores I set to with a will, fishing the un-shucked ears of corn out of the basin they were soaking in. Quickly, I peeled back the husks, brushed the kernels with melted butter and herbs, re-closed the husks and placed them over the coals. I set the pan of mushrooms and onions on next, turned the potatoes over, and then picked up my own glass of wine. While attending to these side dishes and waiting for the right time to add the steaks I sipped at this and watched Mistress do likewise as she calmly acquainted herself with more of her new territory.

From circling the pool Dani stepped out onto the diving board. She walked confidently right to the end, where she idly stirred and flicked the heated water with her stick. Returning to the tile she stepped off the other side, wandering among the lilac bushes planted there. From there she moved across the lawn to examine the large birdfeeder and then over to the big, old, wild apple tree where she tested the hammock and swing set in its shade. Bending to look at the ground she called out to me.

“Are these deer tracks, boy?”

“Yes, ma’am. I often see them out there at dusk or from my bedroom window in the morning if I get up early enough.”

“Outstanding!”

The onions were just about to caramelize, and the corn husks already blackened.

“How do you want your steak?”

“Medium-rare, boy. Medium-rare.”

“Five minutes until dinner then.”

“I hear you.”

As Mistress began to stroll back over I plucked the steaks from the tray, dripping with marinade, and laid them gently on the grill. Searing them to seal in the juices, I turned these just once with tongs, unwilling to pierce them with a fork. While they finished I hastily transferred the onions and mushrooms to a bowl and then the table, placed dinner rolls to ever so slightly toast over the coals, removed the sour crème from the cooler containing the fruit and whipped cream for dessert and set it on the table by the chives, salt and pepper, butter and steak sauce. Working against the clock I transferred the corn and potatoes to a platter and then the table, and was doing likewise with the steaks and rolls just as Mistress took her seat. Before sitting across from her myself I refilled both our glasses.

Mistress helped herself, needing no urging from me. Still, while she selected a steak and potato I gladly scorched my fingers husking her corn for her and then pushing the bowl of sweetly caramelized onions and mushrooms closer.

“Is this real butter?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever even had it.” Mistress Dani was liberally brushing both corn and roll.

“Here you’ll get nothing but – unless you prefer the other stuff of course.”

“We’ll see.”

Of course, I had no worries. My lay-about and yet ridiculously demanding parents had required me to cook for them since junior high, and I was well-trained in satisfying even discerning tastes. Mistress had no complaints, devouring everything with gusto. Indeed we were both so busy stuffing ourselves (the wine and aromas coming off the grill relaxing me and restoring my own appetite admirably) that we barely spoke beyond expressions of pleasure. Utterly forgotten was my promise to explain my situation. It wasn’t until we were nibbling on whipped cream and fruit that Dani renewed her demand.

“You were going to tell me how you lucked into all this: the house, jewelry and everything. You said it was your grandparents?”

“Yes, bless them. They had the sense not to trust my parents with it, or it all would have been gone by now.”

I explained about their estrangement, threw in some scathing and bitter commentary about the sots who raised me, and then described the various trusts and stages of my inheritance.

“So my grandfather’s plan worked great. I grew up responsible and appreciative, and determined to keep my parents voracious mitts off it. I even have a restraining order against them after my old man tried to beat it out of me. So for now I have my own home – an unbelievable one I’ll admit – my education provided for, and more than enough spending money as long as I don’t go nuts. Then when I turn twenty-one I get it all.”

“f*****g unreal.” Mistress shook her head, and then eyed me with her patented smug grin as she suggestively licked the cream off a wedge of fresh peach. “This just keeps getting better and better. So why don’t you buy a car? Why are you taking buses and taxis around?”

“Because that’s what I was used to doing. But those days are over, believe me. Getting a good used vehicle is next on my agenda. I’m certainly not going to ask my Mistress to take a cab here and back every time she feels like eating a proper dinner and thrashing her willing victim.”

“Good boy. Because that’s going to happen a lot more often than just once a week after this. That was the best meal I ever had in my life. I want to eat like that as often as I can. And I want to dress like a queen, swim in a private pool, sleep in a giant old four-poster bed and wake up to the sound of birds instead of screaming jerks. I want to see deer out of my bedroom window instead of pimply geeks and arrogant pricks. And I want to beat and tease and tie up and torment a pathetic male who worships me at every opportunity.”

“That sounds inexpressibly fabulous, Mistress.”

“Doesn’t it though? In fact, it sounds so amazingly fun and fulfilling that I want to do it right now. Take your clothes off, slave. I’m going to use my steak knife to cut free your p***s. Then we’re going to have a domination session commensurate with our ambitions. You’ve earned some positive reinforcement here that’s going to blow your f*****g mind – not to mention load. Before I bed down tonight you’re going to both bless and curse the day I ever came into your life. Now strip!”