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"Sleep, my sweet Georgie, everything will be just fine." She brushed another kiss to my forehead as my eyes closed and I couldn't fight it anymore.

Chapter 8

Helena

"I said keep your hands on your lap." I warned him again. I was attempting to have our first Mommy and Little Boy breakfast, and he wasn't working with me. "Is Mommy going to have to hold your hands?" I barely suppressed a smile as he dropped his chin to hide his little grin. My sweet Georgie was a con artist. He held onto my hand with both of his as I finished feeding him the eggs, bacon and toast I'd made him so he'd have something in his belly before work.

"You won't always get your way. Mommy has rules and you will follow them."

"Yes, Mommy." He whispered as I cleaned his face as I pressed kisses to his forehead, the tip of his nose and then a quick one to his lips.

I washed his hands with a rag then picked up his plastic plate and spoon, and slid his sippy cup filled with juice to him as I straightened up from our meal. The night before, I couldn't take being separated from him anymore and if I had nothing more than our online play then I would be fine with that. I'd worried about him the entire time we were out of contact.

Was he eating and sleeping enough? Was he okay? Had I hurt him and ruined his experience he'd waited so long to find? I'd taken the chance and sent the message. The longer I didn't receive a reply, the more the nerves in my stomach made me nauseated, but the unfamiliar sound of a motorcycle parking outside my house made me run for the door. I'd hidden away the contract. Stuck the case with his collar in the drawer of the play section of my bedroom.

We still had some trust we needed to work on before I brought up making our arrangement a permanent, committed relationship.

"Mommy, I'm sorry I ran." He said behind me as I put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and turned around to dry my hands.

"Why did you run? This won't work without honesty and trust. I'm sorry that I didn't warn you about my gender identity. As you have insecurities, I found a few leftovers from my past. My ex-wife found me unacceptable when I changed my pronouns to she/her and wanted to be referred to as Mistress and Mommy. She preferred me as her Master and Daddy."

I folded the towel and laid it neatly by the sink, and made my way to him. I turned his stool until I could nudge his legs apart with my slim hips. I loathed the shame I saw in his pretty eyes. That shouldn't exist in our dynamic.

"I got nosy while you were asleep and saw your bag, I noticed your address and the name on the garment bag. Got me wondering where I'd fit in here."

"Because of the prison tats?" I asked and his gaze jerked up to mine.

"You know?"

"I worked in the Public Defender's Office out of law school. I recognized several of the tattoos in your photos. I don't care how much you make. Your address doesn't change the fact I want you as my Sweet Boy and Submissive. So, my body wasn't the reason you ran?" I ran my nails through his thick, wavy hair at his nape and his eyes drifted closed as my caress.

"No. You were still my Mistress. You did say Mistress liked playing with her Sub's bottom. Cock, strap-on, no, I felt inferior. Look at this place." He motioned around him to the home I'd worked my narrow ass off to buy.

"I've worked hard for this place. I grew up in a poor, fundamentally religious household. Where everything was a sin. I didn't know what the outside world was like when I went off to college. After some serious self-destructive behavior, I found myself and accepted what society deemed depraved. If something bothers you in the future, you're not to run from me, you're to come and we'll sit down to discuss your worries."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You have to go to work soon, but when is your next night off?"

"Thursday, weekends are slammed at the Club. I bounce at a Fetish Club."

"Have other Dominants tried to take what's mine?"

"No, ma'am. I just work the door and go home. A few tried to talk me into joining them inside on my nights off, but I always say no."

"Good boy, Mistress and Mommy doesn't share, until we say otherwise, it's just you and me."

"I really want that." His big hands wrapped around my hips and I felt him getting hard inside his panties.

I brought my hands to my shoulders and lifted the thin straps of my gown, letting the body warmed silk pool around my feet. I smirked as his attention dropped to my chest and my tiny tits. His breathing increased, expanding his powerful chest until soft cotton caressed my hard, little nipples.

"I usually leave the office at six and get home a half hour later. Thursday night, I want you here at seven, bring an overnight bag with whatever you'll need for work the next day. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." He tensed and arched as I rubbed his hard cock with mine.

"Mistress's boy is so sexy in his panties I bought him. Did you thank me for them?"

"T-thank you, Mis—" He closed his teeth so hard I heard them click as I played with him through the soft fabric. I kissed the soft fullness of his lips as I drew my nails over the head of his hard dick.

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