Beau

He was attractive. Very attractive, in that all-American sort of way. He had dark blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and his skin always appeared golden. He even had a nice jaw-line, complete with a slight chin cleft.
Astrid noticed this golden boy after a few days in one of her classes. Astrid wasn’t the all-American girl; she was more into the darker things in life. She had dark hair and green eyes. She was a bit on the shorter side and curvy. Truthfully, she had a few more curves than she liked but that didn’t interfere with the level of her confidence. She was nineteen and thought he looked a bit younger. Most likely this was his first year of college, as opposed to her second.
One day she looked up from her writings and noticed the golden one looking at her. He promptly smiled and turned away. Admittedly, she became intrigued and interested in him. From that moment on, Astrid paid close attention to the boy. A few words were exchanged here and there when group work was needed but nothing outstanding.
Every few days she would notice him looking at her. The look seemed to convey interest but she saw something else in his eyes. She sensed that he needed someone to control and own him, if a single look could convey such a thing. But, overall, she thought he could do with a master. He appeared too conventional for things of that nature to be present in his conscious thoughts but somewhere, deep inside, maybe he knew. Astrid loved the idea of owning him.
He soon became her knew challenge. She watched him during class, sometimes catching glimpses of his tanned lower back and stomach. When he stretched, you could see the muscles moving under his shirt. He had strong legs with excellent feet and looked as if he was the same gold color everywhere. Maybe he doesn’t have tan lines, she thought wickedly to herself, and he seemed to be such a good boy!
A week or two after her revelation, Astrid had extra papers to give to the professor. She waited for the professor to come to her but the boy smiled and took the papers for Astrid. Impressive, she thought, he already knows his place. He walked back to his seat, palms down, and bent to an almost sitting position. His body paused before hitting the seat, leaving him bent over right in front of Astrid for about thirty seconds. She couldn’t look away and licked her lips inadvertently. Oh, she thought, he will be perfect.
A handful of days went by and Astrid was back in class thinking dirty thoughts about the boy. She noticed him giving her quick looks of interest at various points in class, but his attention was mostly on the teacher and the friend that sat to his side. Class went by fast and was soon over. Everyone started to slowly filter out of class as Astrid packed up her things. When she had almost reached the door, she felt a hand softly tug at her elbow. She turned around to find the boy staring timidly at her.
“Hi,” he said quietly.
Puzzled and intrigued Astrid responded quickly.
“Hey,” she said.
He stuck his hand out towards her.
“My name is Beau,” he said.
“Astrid,” she responded as she put her hand in his.
“So,” he said nervously. “Do you have a class right now?”
“Yea, in about fifteen minutes.”
He looked at her expectantly.
“Do you?” She asked.
“Uh-huh.”
She was a little confused about what he wanted her to do.
“Would you like to walk with me?” She asked.
“Yes,” he said and looked very relieved.
They walked outside and she stopped moving.
“I usually wait for my friend Janet here,” she said.
“Oh, okay, then I guess I will make this fast. Do you want to get together tomorrow night?”
Astrid was shocked and probably looked it.
“Alright,” she said simply.
“Good. Could you come by my house?” He asked and shoved a piece of paper at her. “This is my address. Come by anytime after seven.”
Then he walked away, just as Astrid’s best friend Janet approached her.
“Who was that?” She asked.
“His name is Beau and he wants me to go to his house tomorrow night.”
“Oh,” Janet looked amused. “You guys are going to do it.”
They both laughed and walked towards class.
It was around six thirty the following evening and Astrid was getting dressed. She wasn’t really sure what she was expecting to happen. The two of them didn’t seem to have much in common. She imagined the type of girlfriend he would have to be much more of a “girl-next-door” type, not her. However, she was still curious enough to be positive she was going to the address on the small slip of paper. She put on a long black peasant skirt, a black and red corset top, and high-heeled pointed boots. She put on a bit of black eyeliner and mascara then she was ready to go. She grabbed her purse and headed out to the car.
Astrid glanced at the clock as she pulled up in front of the house that matched the address. It was seven thirty. The large house looked dark and there were no cars in the driveway. Well, she thought, now or never. She got out of the car and walked quickly to the door, heels clicking on the stone path. She got to the door and rang the bell. Before the last note faded away the door opened and there stood Beau, wearing what she thought to be a robe and a very excited expression.
“Come in,” he said with a smile.
Astrid walked into the house as he shut and locked the door behind her.
“What is all this about?” She asked suspiciously.
“Well, honestly…,” he started nervously. “I need a master. I need to belong to someone and I thought you would be perfect, if you want me that is.”
“You’re kidding,” Astrid laughed.
“No,” he said seriously.
“If you are so submissive then why did you approach me and were so demanding?”
“I need you. I didn’t want to take the chance that you wouldn’t get the idea unless I just told you. I tried to show you I could be good by doing things for you but I had to take a risk and be more upfront.”
Astrid smiled; this was too good to be true! She looked at Beau; his face was full of hope and silent pleading.
“You will be taught a severe lesson,” she said harshly. “I am a cruel mistress and don’t allow any disobedience, but I am pleased that you did what you did.”
He smiled at her.
“Thank you so much. May I do one more thing before we begin?” He asked.
He looked so adorable and innocent, as if she could have denied him anything at that moment.
“Alright.”
He closed the distance between them, wrapped his arms about her, and began to kiss her. She enjoyed the moment, letting his tongue slide in her mouth. She pulled away just as the heat was beginning to build.
“Take your robe off,” she ordered.
He untied the robe and let it fall to the floor. He was completely nude and had the start of a nice erection.
“On your knees,” she said.
He dropped to the carpet immediately and kissed each of her boots.
“You are a good boy,” she said and stroked his hair.
“Thank you mistress.”
He was truly beautiful; he did have lovely tanned skin even where clothes should have covered. This is going to be wonderful, she thought.
“Stay on you hands and knees until I tell you otherwise. Now, take me to your room.”
He turned and crawled down the hallway and stopped at the doorway that had light coming from it. She walked behind him and pushed him through the door with the point of her heel against his ass.
“Up on the bed.”
He did what he was told. She walked over to the bed and motioned for him to come closer.
“Undress me.”
Carefully, he untied her corset and slid it over her head and then he unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall. She was now wearing matching black lace bra and panties along with her boots.
“Do you have any toys?” She asked as she moved a finger along his cheek.
He nodded and pulled a box out from under the bed. He opened it and pulled out a leash, collar, a small jar of lube, and a cat o’ nine tails.
“Excellent,” she said unable to hide her excitement.
She placed the jar on the night table for later use. Then she put the leash and collar on Beau. She looked into his expectant and chaste eyes. He was so lovely at that moment. She ran her hand down his chest, across his stomach, and held his hard prick, squeezing it gently. He closed his eyes, letting out a quiet whimpering noise. Astrid released him and took the leash in her hand. She yanked it down, pulling him to the floor in front of her.
“Lick me, slave.”
He moved his head in between her legs, nudged the crotch of her panties out of the way, and began to lick furiously. She moaned. He was good. She could feel him tonguing her clit just right. He was quickly driving her to the edge. She jerked the leash, causing the contact to end. She pulled him back on the bed and tied the leash to the footboard, leaving him on his hands and knees with limited movement. She got on the bed behind him and grabbed the cat o’ nine tails. She began striking his back again and again. Red marks started showing instantaneously. She angled the blows, left then right, to cover all of his back. She saw his tears splash onto the wood of the footboard and heard his whimpers grow louder but he stayed perfectly still.
The harshness of the whip increased. Blood began to trickle down his back, out of the many wounds. She stopped suddenly. Her breath heavy and arm sore. Astrid reached for the lube jar and opened it. She took out a bit and rubbed it along the long, thick handle of the nine tails then tossed the jar aside.
She placed on hand on his firm ass and nudged his legs apart with her knees. Spreading his ass, she felt his body tense up. Without warning she plunged the handle into his tight hole. He let out a piercing scream. She thrust the handle in and out severely. The noises he made were a combination of moans and sobs. He moved his ass back to take the handle in deeper. She leaned over him, leaving just enough room between them to pump her fist. She licked the blood from his cuts, mouthing them to allow fresh blood to flow. She licked and let the taste resonant in her mouth.
She let one hand snake around to touch his cock. It felt hot and enormous. His grunts grew louder and he was really working the whip. She felt so wet. She needed him now. She pulled the whip out and flung it to the floor. She grabbed him to flip him over on his back. The movement was quick and harsh making his collar choke him slightly. Smiling, he looked up at her. She kissed him deeply as she tore off her panties.
She pressed herself against his body; liking the feel of his hard angular shape under hers. He wiggled slightly, she knew the pressure on his new lacerations was affecting him but he seemed to be enjoying it. Releasing his mouth, she sat up and stared down at him. Pleading lust filled his beautiful eyes. He needed her as much as she needed him. In one motion she lowered herself onto his hard cock. His eyes fluttered and he let out a quiet moan.
Astrid moved back and forth quickly, loving how he seemed to fill all of her. Her hands traveled back and forth across him in time with her thrusts. Soon she dug her nails in, clawing at his perfect torso.
“Are you mine, bitch?” She growled through clenched teeth.
“I’m yours,” he panted.
That sent off the first waves of orgasm. Her nails went in deeper, causing small drops of blood to surface. She leaned down close to him. The new angle made her see stars. She bit his collarbone, leaving small teeth marks. His labored breathing filled her ears and she could see tear stains still left on his face.
“You can scream,” she whispered into his ear.
The noises he made dramatically increased. He moaned her name over and over again. She moved back to sitting upright. Her hand moved softly over the scratches. She bucked her hips quick and pressed down. Beau yelled and she felt him cum inside her. Her body shook with orgasm and she screamed his name. She collapsed next to him on the bed. He cuddled next to her as they tried to return to normal.
“You are going to be a raw mess in the morning,” she said.
He kissed her neck tenderly.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Astrid stroked his hair idly.
“You are very beautiful,” she said.
She felt him almost melt into her arms. As much as she wanted to stay like that forever, she knew she had to clean his wounds. Pulling away she reluctantly, she got up and found her way to the bathroom. There she found a washcloth and some mild cut cleaner. She thought his wounds long but not too deep so he shouldn’t need bandages. When she was back in the bedroom, she noticed he was shivering but other than that hadn’t moved. Sitting beside him she slowly and carefully cleaned him. The entire time he stared at her adoringly, the way a dog looks at its one true master.
“Mistress?” Beau asked quietly.
“Yes, love?”
“Can I be yours forever?”
She paused, thinking about it. So far the only thing they had to bind them was this. Was that enough to keep him? There was just something about him. Maybe it was how magnificent he was or the way he so obviously needed and wanted her. She could already feel herself loving him and she didn’t want to lose him to some nameless fate. She wasn’t sure what this meant or what to do with it. Leaning down she looked into his eyes and kissed him softly. Astrid wasn’t sure about a lot of things at that moment but she was positive that, by some twist of fate, right here and right now Beau was completely hers.