RULES:
Never to look upon her eyes unless she calls for it.
Adress her as Mistress or Lady
No outcalls
They locked eyes. Victoria saw, deep within Alistairs' eyes a spark.
Alistair, at the same time, saw the beauty in Victoria he'd never seen before.
It was an adverage summer day in Colorado; the warm breeze blew across the trees.
Alistair sat in the deep red chair, watching Victoria work at the desk. She'd asked him to wait, and so he would. As long as it took, he'd wait. Finally she finished the paperwork and turned to look at him. She gazed into his features; the thick, grey hair framed his features. Those deep golden eyes behind the wire rimmed glasses reflected her gaze as he looked over the wonderfull female in front of him.
"So, I assume you're wondering why you're here?"
Alistair shook his head. "I understand."
"You do, do you?"
He nodded.
"So you have no problem with what I'm about to do?"
He shook his head again.
She raised an eyebrow at the Blutbad male before her. "Than prove it. Remove your clothes, and wait for my command."
He did as told, quickly disrobing, and laying his clothes over the seat. When it was completed, he stood, waiting for her orders.
Victoria stood as well, watching his semi-muscular body undress himself. She staired longer than she maybe should have at his manhood. It was flaccid, but still impressive.
'Perhaps this male will serve me well.'
"You want me to help you?"
He nodded again.
"Follow me." She led him to her bed, and sat on it, keeping him standing in front of her.
"Now, naturally, you can't tell anyone about this."
"I understand."
She reached out and started petting his member. He arched back, and gasped his rod quickly becoming harder.
"Impressive." She noted, as he stood at full attention.
She made sure he was as hard as he was going to get, and leaned back. "You will do as I say."
He looked at her and nodded.
"Good. We'll start by you putting this on." She tossed a bowtie to him, and a leather belt that sported metal rings. "And leave your glasses on."
He did as told, and quickly tied the bow around his neck. It was slightly askew; clearly he hadn't had to tie it often. But he'd gotten it on well enough before putting the belt around his waist, letting it rest on his hips.
Victoria couldn't help but notice Alistair looked a bit like a Chippendale with his bowtie and belt. Those glasses were an added bonus.