my name is jax, and i love my mistress eloise. im a college junior in finance, and she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. i cant believe she loves me too.
*when jax met eloise*
i was walking to the gym with my friends, bag over my shoulder and my preworkout in hand. we were all messing around when i saw her. she looked so innocent, her dark curly hair and golden skin radiated in the sun. she had her headphones on, and she walked so gracefully though the gym doors. i quickly shook my head, to relieve myself of her trance. my friends continued to fuck around, but all I could do was think about pleasing her, giving everything I had to make her happy. i couldn't stop myself from imagining what it would be like to have her thighs around my head.
we walked inside, i quickly walked to the locker room, realizing the tent that had formed in my pants. i shut the door to the bathroom stall, and sank to the floor. she had already taken over me. yet she didn't even know i existed.
i finally got it to go down, and i walked out of the locker room. i was so out of it that i absolutely barreled into someone coming out of the womens locker room. for the split second i had begged that it wasn't her, but of course it was. she looked up at me, her hair in her face, and belongings strewn all over the floor. i quickly picked it all up, not even giving her the chance to bend down. she smiled, and said her first words to me,
"thank you"
i struggled to say anything back, her touch absolutely incapacitated me. i could feel the blood rushing through my dick.
"you- you're welcome- miss-"
she blushed, and winked at me as she walked away. her presence took my fucking breath away. i couldn't let her leave without saying something, but the further and further she got away, the more nervous i got. so i just went to be with my buddies.
*30 mins later*
i was benching probably more than i should've been but i knew she was watching me. 2 racks down her perfect curves and long curly hair we're clung to some random gym bro who was helping her squat. i wanted to be him, i wanted to be the one telling her to push, pulling off her belt, giving her praise. she had her eye on me though, i could feel her piercing gaze. i finished my set, and as my friends were getting ready for theirs, i mustered up the courage to go talk to her. i walked over, the gym bro getting antsy as i tapped her shoulder.
"hi- um- i'm so sorry about earlier- but-"
she put her hand on my arm, squeezing gently, saying quietly
"its okay pretty boy, i know you're nervous."
how did she know, god i wanted this so bad. she turned to talk to the other guy, telling him i was going to help her. she turned back to me, her hair whipping around.
"i know what you need..."
she leans in closer
"you need me... to take care of you, and to put you in your place. like a good little slave."
her words melt my insides. i try to keep my composure, but her touch makes my face red and my pants a little too tight. i whisper in her ear,
"i need you miss, please I'm begging... i want to please you, i want you to use me..."
she smiles, and takes my phone putting her number in it.
"text me when you're done"
and she just gets back to her squat like none of that just happened. i walk back over to my friends, as they were watching that whole exchange. they're hyping me up but all i can do is think about touching her and making her happy.
