Neil's gaze widened in appreciation of my bold words and I smirked.

"So you plan on being the boss tonight?" He spoke between bites of pheasant.

There was any question to that? "Damn skippy. It's my birthday and since you trust me and all..."

"Huzzah. That's all I'm saying. Huzzah."

"You didn't do that right. One must lift their tankard high when giving a huzzah, else it's only half-hearted." I demonstrated proper technique.

Neil raised his glass and saluted me with a toast of, "I see you're working on being bossy already."

I giggled. "Pardon me, did you lose your Grey Poupon? I've been bossy since last night when I started contemplating the delightful torment I wish to unleash upon you."

He set his fork down and gave me his whole attention. "Sounds promising. Can we hammer out the details now?"

"We may. I'm not going to bind you. Don't want to risk triggering a bad reaction. So, instead, I'm going the route of positive reinforcement. Please me, you will get rewarded for good behavior where I will allow you one little shred of control."

"So I won't really be submissive?"

"Oh, you will be, that's a promise. But I don't want my first time as a Domme to be a negative experience for either of us."

Neil nodded his agreement. "Fair enough."

"That's because I'm an awesome boss. Don't you forget it. You might get a raise tonight."

"Modest, too. I get raises all the time when you're around. Especially when you wear lacy knickers in the office."

I stuck my tongue out at him for a moment then smiled. "You shouldn't be staring at asses. People tend to notice. So, if you are going to do so, better start looking at male asses too, that way you are an equal opportunity eyehumper. Anyway, hope you know, you couldn't have floored me better with such a thoughtful gift."

It was Neil's turn to smile. "Then mission accomplished."

With a touch of hesitancy, I asked, "What are your limits tonight?"

"If there's no tying up, I think I'm good to go."

"So if I said I have a testicle parachute and vibrating cock ring upstairs, you'd be okay with that?"

In that droll English accent of his, Neil replied while wearing a deadpan expression, "If there's a horsetail buttplug involved, then I think we have a deal."

I laughed. "Okay, just wanted an idea of boundaries."

"I trust you, Sophie. You have a mischievous streak, not a sadistic one."

We finished dinner amid small talk. I hate to say, but I spent most of the time lost in thought as my imagination got stoked by my plans of conquest.

"You look impatient, Sophie," Neil gently chided me. "We have all night."

It was difficult to keep from smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "Oh, how I am going to play with you... You'll be my favorite sex toy."

"Thought I already was?"

"You don't understand. The deposit tonight will feed my spank bank for a very long time. Especially knowing that you aren't against me playing with your ass." Because now it's on like Donkey Kong.

Neil erupted with a chuckle. "Oh-ho! The picture you paint now comes alive. That's a charming term, spank bank."

"I'm known for my eloquence. Consider yourself warned. So, are you my dessert?"

Neil's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled ever-so-wide. "If that is what my lady wishes, then by all means, drizzle me in whip cream and feed away."

"How about we save dessert for refueling later when we'll really need it?"

"As my lady wishes."

I could easily get used to being addressed as my lady, especially when Neil uses that particular tone. Not submissive in the least. Pleasantly conversational neutral timbre, tinged with his accent. For some reason, it was like a mental Sybian vibrator, getting me off without any physical contact.

I arose from the table and walked over to where I parked my boutique bag of pervertables. While I did that, Neil cleared the table. I picked up the bag, I ambled back to the table, and laid out two wrapped gifts the size of small shoe boxes. Metallic cobalt blue paper enclosed by a golden ribbon. I put them in front of Neil, who now sat. "This is a choose your own sexual adventure with a twist. Now pick your pathway, A or B."

The shit-eating grin that overtook Neil's handsome face made me happy. And by happy, I mean that liquid excitement pooled in my panties. "I choose this one," and he picked up the smallest box.

I leaned forward in my seat, put my elbows on the table, and used my hands to support my chin, while crooning, "Unwrap your first adventure, Mr. Elwood."

With deliberate hands, he methodically unwrapped my gift. Within the box, a black silk blindfold and a candle. Neil's eyebrows rose as he lifted the items from their confines.

"First course. I drip wax onto you." With that, I arose from the table, picked up the unwrapped gift and began walking toward the stairs, intent on his bedroom. I paused at the bottom stair. "You have approximately five minutes to meet me upstairs, naked, and armed with those." I gestured to the blindfold and candle he held, and grinned. "I'm glad you chose that one first. Just wait until the second course." I wanted to let lose a delighted maniacal chortle, however I figured I'd err on the safe side. Then up the stairs I went, swinging my hips with each step.

I awaited him next to his bed when he finally appeared in his naked glory.

Without any bidding, Neil dropped to his knees, put his naughty offerings before him, then knelt forward. "How may I serve you, my lady?"

"I need a lighter or a pyromancer to get the party candle going."

From his subservient position, Neil spoke. "There's a cigar box in the other nightstand's drawer."

"Thought you didn't smoke." I got the cigar box and opened it. Holy shit. "Oh, you don't smoke tobacco..." A handful of cannabis, a pack of ZigZag Orange and a Bic lighter, which I removed.

"So you can see why I wasn't shocked or miffed when I saw your roommate's roach clip."

"I love it when pieces fall into place." Picked up the candle and flicked the Bic to get things burning, then set the candle on the nightstand, within reach.

"On the bed, Mr. Elwood. And wear the blindfold."

He did as ordered, laying on his back with his arms at the side and his legs slightly spread.

"You'll like this."

"You say that with such certainty, Sophie," humor evident in his voice.

I knew he'd like it. Because that candle isn't just a candle, but a massage candle. Wax wouldn't be as hot as he'd assume it to be (I'm hoping). It seemed way too long for the wax to start melting in sufficient quantities for my uses, began with some sensation play. I straddled his thighs, then with the tips of my fingernails, I trailed patterns down from his collar bone and down to his navel. Up to his nipples, then down again.

"How are you doing, Mr. Elwood?"

"I am doing very well, my lady."

"Glad to hear it." I continued on with my light scratching, this time gliding over his nipples. Can't tell you how pleased I was to see them scrunch into tight nubs. I flicked them and enjoyed his sharp intake of breath. "Open your mouth."

Neil parted his lips, and to reward him, I moved up his torso in order to place my nipple in his mouth. When he closed his lips around it, I tut-tutted. "No. And no tongue, either. Just hold it there." As I spoke, I reached for the now-melty candle.

With a wicked grin Neil would never see, I leaned back and splashed some wax on his chest. He let out a hiss. So I poured some a little lower, then blew the candle out. Set it aside, so my hands were free to massage the still-molten wax into his skin.

"How's that?" My thumbs glided over his nipples again and again, to reach toward his shoulders and neck.

Neil's cock engorged and with a smirk, he replied, "Like that."