"Then go ahead and grab a can opener as well. Don't worry about the cost."
"Yes Mistress" he responded.
It was a supply that I had forgotten to throw into my xox while I was packing up all the other dishes and kitchen utensils to bring to the hotel this evening. 'A' was going to be cooking me dinner as one of the tasks assigned to him as my submissive. It was the 2nd time we would be meeting and given my intent was to have him cook for me regularly this was a good opportunity for him to show off his skills. He had chosen a spaghetti dinner with asparagus almondine and salad with garlic bread. I had been looking forward to seeing what he would produce since I booked the hotel room with the kitchenette days ago.
He texted me once he was in the room and unloaded and I joined him shortly after. He retrieved the materials from my car and went straight to work. I kicked off my shoes, got comfortable on the bed and found a good Adam Sandler movie to watch while he cooked. Given the kitchenette was less equipped than we'd expected with only 2 small burners it took him extra time to complete the meal but he was resourceful. I would glance over at him from time to time watching him methodically chop the garlic, roast the almonds, or butter the garlic bread. I could see the intensity on his face and that he was working to make sure that every detail was perfect . He knew that this was an opportunity to prove himself. I made sure to adjust myself on the bed occasionally so that he would have a clear view of my bare legs and freshly painted toenails as he worked.
I couldn't help but notice his tight jeans and wondered how how it felt to be working in no underwear with his long cock tied in the teal ribbon I'd given him and the glans ring he wore in tribute to me encircling the tip. I knew that I would be inspecting it all later.
A was quiet while he worked... barely a peep aside from throwing out the occasional movie trivia fact. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head. I was too find out later that he was concentrating on perfecting every detail, wanting desperate to please me and earn my approval and blessing. Little did he know that he'd already had it... and for quite some time now.
I looked over and noticed him plating the pasta. By this time I was famished and excited to taste his creation. I poured some wine and we toasted to begin the meal. The salad was fresh and flavorful with a biting blue cheese dressing... my favorite. The pasta was perfectly cooked and the sauce robust and flavorful. The asparagus was crisp and delicious and the garlic bread to die for. The meal was superb! I complemented him on a job very well done as I ate every last bite.
After dinner I suggested a game of Scrabble, a classic favorite of mine. I thought it might give us the opportunity to connect a bit without the awkwardness of trying to generate continual conversation. I failed how've to warn him, I was a bit of a Scrabble pro. Nonetheless, he held his own and even pulled out a couple of zingers. Had I thought of it in advance, I might have suggested a bet (which I knew would land in my favor) but I didn't want to intensify his nerves.
Once we'd completed the game I suggested we spend the remainder of our time together watching a movie. I stumbled across A Knight's Tale...another favorite of mine. We were just a few minutes in when I remembered the surprise I'd planned for A. Iwent to my bag and pulled out a small, blue velvety sachel. As I dropped it on the bed I could tell the weight and sound of the chains inside had a visual affect on him. I asked if he'd like to wear the collar and leash while we watched the movie and he was quick to agree. He placed the chain collar around his neck and I clipped the leash to the ring on the end. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and rested it on his leg... making sure to move my hand along his jeans so he'd feel the constant reminder of being bound to me.
The movie ended and he mentioned it was time for him to go. I still had plans in store for him so I gestured for him to come sit on the end of the bed near me. I'm pretty sure he knew what was coming because he leaned in almost immediately to meet my kiss. It was different than our first kiss. Less timid and apprehensive and more intentional and passionate. I found myself getting aroused as A put his hand to my head and then let it slip to my breast. I could feel his legs trembling but was proud of him for being bold. I will encourage this with him over time and during his training. I felt the intensity of our kisses grow which just excited me more as I pressed him down onto the bed. We kissed more, his hand on the back of my head as I slipped my hand down his chest to his crotch. I could feel his cock growing beneath his jeans and I squeezed and stroked it. Feeling the glans ring at the tip A sent me over the edge as I quickly began undoing his pants. As I unzipped them... that perfect cock that up until now I'd only seen in photos, sprang forward to meet me. I wasted no time using my tongue to explore him. This was something I'd envisioned in my mind many times over since the first photo he'd sent me. So very naive and modest about what he was packing... something I promised myself from the beginning I'd make him very aware of.
I could feel his erection growing... his legs still shaking when I heard him say "Mistress, do I have to ask for permission?" I responded with a "Yes" and more deep kisses before returning my mouth down below. It wad a few seconds before he blurted out "Please Mistress! Can I cum?!" I had barely responded with a muted "Mhm" when I felt the warm rush of his salty liquid fill my mouth. I continued to milk him with my lips until he'd surrendered every last drop to me before I swallowed.
I could tell he was spent as his legs stopped convulsing and his body relaxed into the bed. He sat up and kissed me some more while his limp cock lay across the zipper of his jeans, emptied and fully drained. A huge smile across his face.
I knew this was a milestone for him. A moment that wouldn't soon be forgotten. I wanted it to be special and to be a significant stop on our journey down this path together. He's young, he'll have many lovers in his time but for now... with me, he's mine to mold. And what a masterpiece he will be.
