Page 130 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Tears of frustration streamed down my cheeks and I bent forward until my forehead was pressed to the wall. I'd awakened before her that morning, I'd softly sucked at her small, pebbled nipples and she'd run her fingers tenderly through my hair in her sleep. I'd traced the soft head of her cock with my fingertips. Stroked over the softness of her belly. She'd been perfect. Smooth to my hairy. Slim to my husky. We were so opposite. I'd eased from bed to go use the bathroom, I'd noticed a black overnight bag on the luggage rack and I'd gotten nosy.

All I'd seen was her address. You couldn't get ritzier in this city than the area she lived in. The garment bag had the name of a boutique that I'd heard some of the Dominants mention and the price tag of a single suit was more than I made in a month.

In bed, I'd found I was comfortable no matter what her body looked like. She'd said she wanted to play with my bottom, why was a strap-on different from her fucking me with her cock. No, my insecurity came from who she was in real life.

I straightened and whimpered as the toy slipped from my hole that was sore but not in a good way like she'd left me. I carefully stripped off the panties she’d bought me. They would always be my favorites. She made the effort to find pretty things for my beast-like body.

When I'd arrived home the next morning after I’d escaped from the room, all day I'd sat down or shifted, and my ass reminded me of how she'd loved on me. I was some ex-con working the door as hired muscle at some upscale rough trade club. The only thing I owned was a secondhand laptop and a motorcycle. If I put all my clothes and personal stuff together it wouldn't fill one damn suitcase.

My shoulders drooped and I removed the toy, cleaned it and threw it in the empty trashcan under the sink. I let the trickle of lukewarm water run down my back as I absently cleaned myself even after the water ran cold. Hot showers in this place were a lost cause.

I got out and grabbed my threadbare towel, drying off as I went to stretch out in bed naked. My phone hadn't rung or beeped in weeks that weren't calls from work or the asshole saying I came up for a random test. My brain kept reverting, telling me to find something familiar—my safety line. Why did the thought she'd be disappointed in me make me stop myself from heading back to the old neighborhood?

I always said that it would be easy to get a job with my old crew. The money would be easy and better than I was making checking IDs and kicking people out of the club. I looked around my apartment, dishes and trash were piled up. Dirty clothes were tossed into whatever corner. Beer bottles littered just about every available surface.

My phone beeped and I cursed, they better not need me for a double. I wasn't sleeping as it was and I was on the edge of passing out from exhaustion and my lack of food. I'd been drinking most of my meals in hopes that the alcohol would knock me out and make it impossible for me to think of her or dream of what she'd done.

I grabbed the phone off my nightstand and knocked a thankfully empty beer bottle to the floor. I unlocked my phone and stroked my finger down the screen, my chest started to ache as I read the message.

Helena: I want to be your Mommy - Mistress H

My hands shook as I tried to steady the phone and I couldn't get my thumbs to hit the right letters on the screen. Everything got blurry and I realized tears were slipping from the corners of my eyes.

Georgie: I'm sorry

Helena: Come to my place. I just want to talk. I miss my sweet boy.

A second after receiving the text another popped up with her address. I'd remembered it except for house numbers. I may seem needy, but I rolled from bed, threw on clothes that I hoped were semi-clean, had my keys, wallet and phone. In my panic of her maybe changing her mind, I flew across town as fast as I could without some cop pulling me over and slowed down even more going through her neighborhood. I pulled into the driveway and ran up the steps to the door of the brownstone.

Before I had a chance to knock, the door flew open and I had a slim body wrapped around me. Her legs squeezed my waist as she slammed her mouth against mine.

"God, I've missed you." She groaned as she bit and sucked at my lips, stroked my tongue with hers and I faintly realized I closed the door by falling back against it. "Tell Mistress you missed her too." She demanded and I leaned back to catch her dark eyes focused on my face. Her cheeks flushed as she brutally pulled my hair, the back of my head hit the door as she sucked at my throat.

"I missed you, Mistress."

"My sweet boy doesn't look like mine." Her desperation shifted, turned soft and loving as she caressed my cheeks.

I realized our positions, her rounded ass cheeks fit perfectly in both of my big hands and her cock was hard against my belly.

"Let's get you ready for bed, Georgie, and you can sleep with Mommy tonight. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Mommy." I let her go as she dropped her legs and she laced her fingers through mine, as she led me up to the third floor. She walked through an open double door into a huge bedroom with a bed in the middle. Off to the right was a nursery area that I could barely see through several screens that blocked it off. On the other side of the room was a Cross with restraints, stocks and a spanking bench. Silk covered chains hung from the ceiling. Restraints, floggers, paddles, whips and switches were neatly organized on the wall. There was also a huge dresser draped in black silk and I was curious about what was inside.

"Those are for another time, tonight is for Mommy and her sweet boy to cuddle in Mommy's bed. I put out something for you to sleep in." She said as she released my hand and she shrugged off her robe to expose a silk nightgown with thin traps.

I swallowed hard as I approached the bed and found a pair of pink cotton panties with lace around the leg holes, and a matching Mommy's Boy t-shirt but this one looked to be just my size. I stripped, folded my clothes and handed them to her when she held out her hands.

I dressed in the ultra-soft cotton that fit me to perfection and I watched her turn down the right side of the bed. She waved me over and I shyly made my way to her, she helped me onto the high bed. The mattress was soft yet firm, and my feet didn't hang off the end. She tucked the covers around me and she walked around to her side, crawling in and scooting to the center.

She opened her arms. I rolled over to lay my head on her chest and rest my arm across her belly.

"We'll talk when we wake up, I took the day off to spend with you until you go to work. I just want to ask you one question, did you not like what we did together?"

"I loved you being my Mistress."

"That's all I need to hear. Now my boy has some dark circles under his eyes and that won't do. Mommy hasn't been able to take care of you. Goodnight, my sweet boy."

She swept my hair back from my forehead and brushed a kiss to my forehead. I cuddled her tight and heard her chuckle as she rubbed my back under the covers, weeks of exhaustion and stress pulled me under too quickly. I fought it because I wanted to memorize the heat of her body next to mine. The scent of her strangely sweet and spicy perfume or lotion.

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