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Horseplay 2/21
Vincent Dukorr
Mdom, M-solo, F-solo, mutual

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  |         MF+ (with variations) slow light Mdom rom              |
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Horseplay
Chapter 2 : Tuesday

  Neil woke early and decided to take a walk around the camp before
breakfast. The kids would be a handful this morning, for many it
would be their first day ever at camp while the rest would be
rebuilding friendships or rivalries. It would be easier when the
older group arrived over the weekend. Neil headed down the hill into
the tall pines, around the back of Green Dorm then circled the quad,
intending to head toward the stables on the far side. There was a
gaggle of young kids and their dorm-rep sitting around the big
campfire near the picnic tables to the right, so he turned left and
headed out toward the small paddock. As he walked he considered his
interesting first day and wondered what it all meant. Harriet was
teasing him, but why not tease Dave? She certainly knew who Dave was
and he was, Neil forced himself to admit, better looking and more
physically fit than Neil. Maybe she knew about Ruth, although since
Neil didn't know about Ruth for sure himself, that seemed unlikely.
He felt a tiny thrill at being the only focus of Harriet's attention,
then moved on to other issues.
	Mae was quite simply a puzzle. She had always been somewhat
reserved but so far she'd been downright timid around him. He
replayed the day in his mind, trying to tie together what was she
might be thinking. She seemed genuinely happy to have his help moving
her furniture around, but her mood kept shifting. Neil tried to
imagine exactly when Mae had seemed receptive and happy, but the day
had been baffling. Finally he simply let it drop and made his way
into the western stable to visit with some of his favorite horses.
	One of Neil's secrets was that he really wasn't particularly
fond of horses, which was not something you shared when you worked at
a horse camp. It wasn't that he disliked the animals, he found them
powerful and beautiful, although perhaps not with the same level of
zeal and sexual imagery that the girls at camp seemed to. In fact, he
rather liked certain horses, finding they had personalities and quirks
much like other pets. Unlike a family dog, Horses were large, smelly,
difficult, moody, and although rare, they could be very dangerous
animals. None of this paled to the real problem, which was the sheer
amount of work required to keep a horse. The mucking, cleaning,
brushing and vet care simply did not compare with the pleasure he
derived from riding. For Neil, it wasn't a good tradeoff to work
hours and hours shoveling horse shit, dealing with injury and
sickness and fighting the temperamental moods of horses just for a
few brief hours rambling through the woods. He'd started work at the
camp on the advice of his neighbors back home. They owned a huge
horse farm and he and his siblings had generally found easy summer
jobs there cleaning up after all the boarders. People almost
universally wanted to own a horse, but they never wanted to take care
of one once they had it. He was good at his job and never found much
else to do in the small community where he grew up, so summer jobs
turned into full time jobs and finally he got hired on by Mom, who
knew his neighbors pretty well through whatever social circles horse
owners were members. So while he liked particular horses and had a
great resume for a counselor, he kept his small secret frustration at
the situation.
	A handful of other counselors and a few escorted campers were
also touring the stable, feeding small bits of oats and hay to horses
through the interior doors. There were more than forty horses between
the two main stables, and another dozen in the boarding stable next
door. Colored markers along the stable doorframes indicated all sorts
of things about each horse, from skill levels required to weight and
diet limits. Andrea and Mitchell the stablemasters, and their crew of
hands hovered nearby any campers, ensuring that horses only got small
treats and that the kids didn't spook any of the more timid animals.
	Neil spent a few minutes with a gelding named "Overboard" that
he liked to use on trails. Overboard was an older quarterhorse who
was strong, sure footed and generally placid and had the green and
black flag on his stall that meant he was perfect for inexperienced
riders. In the next stall was Arnoss, a big black gelding who had the
checkered flag of a racer and the red and black striped flag that
indicated experienced riders were needed to keep him in check. Arnoss
was a runner and required a bit of attention to keep him in check. He
wasn't inherently dangerous, just feisty and quick. Neil patted the
both horses on their foreheads and reached up to scratch their ears.
	After visiting a handful of other horses, Neil made his way out
to the front pasture and followed the fenceline west, away from the
commons toward the little arena and the lake. The main shows would be
held at the main arena to the East, but this one allowed for group
meets and practice without having to set as much gear up. Neil
climbed the aluminium bleachers and sat, allowing the sun to warm him
and looking out over the far pasture, then south toward the edge of
the lake and the playgrounds, where a number of kids were already
running around and exploring the equipment. When his back was
somewhat warmer, Neil decided to head up to the counselor area and
see if anyone was up and about.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	Mae surprised Neil by sitting across from him at breakfast,
even smiling brightly as she sat down. Breakfast at the admin and
camp was always a buffet of items, allowing counselors to arrive
whenever they wished and giving them a wide variety of foods so they
could rush off to duties down the hill or to give them early
preparation time. Neil wanted to try and talk to Mae, but his first
class would be on equipment safety, and he needed to get all the gear
set up before the young class arrived. Instead he packed up and told
Mae to have lunch with him, which she readily agreed to.
	Equipment safety was one of the courses that every camper had
to take, and it was generally pawned off on the youngest and junior
counselors to handle. The campers would pile into either a tack room,
one of the three small open pavilions or the mess hall to sit and hear
the counselors drone on about how the tack worked, knowing full well
that they'd have to have their equipment double checked anyway when
they actually rode. The older groups would go through the same
routine, only they would be tested and certified so they could set
their own gear.
	Neil tried hard to make it amusing for the kids so they could
get on with the rides. His class consisted of thirty kids, almost all
girls, sitting around a pavilion on the western edge of the commons,
near the parking lots. To keep them focused, he handed out all the
tack and had them pass each piece around, then he'd ask "Who has the
flat comb?" or "Who has the curry brush?" and would have them stand
and explain what it did and how to use it. To amuse them, he'd
regularly ask for nonexistent items like the "Wowee Handle" or the
"Goober Button", eliciting giggles. Neil tried not to force anyone to
stand and talk for too long, knowing it could be difficult.
Occasionally he'd jump in and take items from particularly shy camper
or he would help them by whispering clues. The worst part was that
he'd have the same class after lunch, and again when the older class
arrived.
	At lunch Neil managed to track down Mae, but Harriet managed to
track him down as well. She had obviously been out to the arena
because she was covered with dust and started to discuss cleaning out
the announcer's booth. Mae sat across from him again, next to Dave and
Harriet sat down between Neil and Ruth, chatting with Ruth about a bit
of broken fence.
	Neil started to ask Mae about her first class, but he was
distracted by Harriet's leg touching his. It wasn't hard enough to
seem intentional, but she kept moving it over and gently touching his
bare leg with hers, all the while discussing something with Ruth or
Dave. Neil would finally manage to ignore it when it would happen
again, just a brush or tap. It took his direct attention not to stop
speaking when she touched him, but he set his mind to ignore her and
looked across at Mae.
	"Did you have a safety class this morning?"
	Mae grimaced. "Horse safety. The kids were a real nightmare."
	"They'll calm down by tomorrow. I have horse safety this
afternoon." *p *Mae nodded. "I know, I'm helping you."
	Neil blinked. "Really? I thought one of the Juniors was helping
me."
	Mae shook her head, paying attention to her food. "No, they're
one short, I guess. Supposedly he's coming in next week.".
	Neil smiled. "Great! I get to be in charge."
	Mae looked up from her food and nodded seriously.
	Neil was about to make a comment when Harriet reached down and
squeezed his leg. "It's been fun, but I'm off to take a hot shower.".
She stood and carried her tray off without looking back.
	Neil sat in shock, his leg almost tingling from where she'd
grabbed it. It hadn't been much, almost as if she just wanted to push
up off his leg, but it was obviously not the easiest way to gain
leverage. It was also the first intentional physical contact they'd
had, and Neil savored it for a second. When he finally looked up, Mae
was finishing her final bit of food and getting ready to leave. "I'll
see you at the stable. We should start early... and we should use
Overboard or Greylad."
	Mae nodded and walked off.
	Neil watched her go, then turned to talk to Dave and Ruth, who
seemed to be in the midst of some unspoken joke. Ruth started talking
about several guys she'd noticed in camp, either older campers or
counselors and Dave would reply with descriptions of girls he'd
noticed. At first it seemed normal, but each would start to describe
in lurid detail someone's figure or physique, all the while grinning
at each other. Neil watched in fascination. Ruth didn't seem angry
when Dave described some girl named Amber and how she had a fantastic
ass. Then Ruth started to say how big James the stablehand's package
was, and how strong he looked. Dave grinned and started to further
explore Amber's curves and Ruth replied that she had also noticed
someone named Greg. It was either some odd game or a really weird way
to get each other riled up, but Neil couldn't make out why. He finally
broke into the conversation by rattling his silverware on the plastic
tray.
	"This has been... educational you two, but I'm going to go
teach".
	Ruth grinned and Dave laughed. Neil turned to go and overheard
Ruth say "Now Neil... let me tell you about HIM!".
	When Neil turned around, she assumed a look of mock innocence
and smiled up at him. "I thought you were gone." she said.
	Neil smirked and headed off, intentionally blocking out
whatever conversation they decided to carry.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	
	Neil arrived at the stable earlier than he expected but
discovered that Mae had already arrived and was setting out gear and
supplies. He smiled at her and started to pull bridles and a crop out
of the old tack pile for demonstration. They worked silently for a few
seconds, but Neil wanted to set up some visual bits, so he began to
ask Mae to bring him things out of the tack room so he could set up
in the standing room.
	"Grab me an old lunge whip" he said, distractedly hanging a
long lead to one of the pegs. He always brought out the whips and
crops to discuss what they were for. Kids could see a lunge whip and
be concerned people were actually whipping horses and hurting them.
	When Mae returned, Neil told her to bring him an old bit so he
could show them how it worked. He noticed that she bowed slightly
when he finished, before he could add a "please". When she returned,
she seemed happy, almost flush and bits and pieces started to slide
into place in his mind.
	" Mae, bring me those old spurs" he said, intentionally making
it sound like an order. Mae's cheeks started to blush, but there was
no sign of anger. She seemed honestly pleased to be carrying out his
commands, and the idea of it started to sink in for Neil. He knew he
didn't need any more gear, so instead he searched for other ways to
boss Mae around. When she returned with the old spurs and gave her
little bow, Neil handed her the lead. "Go get Greylad and set his
bridle, hook him to the far side so we can bring the kids in here
first and walk him in.".
	Mae nodded and started to walk off, but Neil had a sudden flash
of inspiration. He was going to thank her, but that seemed to be out
of the "mood" they were navigating. "Mae, you've done a good job". He
said simply.
	At first, he was convinced that he'd misread the situation. Mae
turned a bright red, her face flushed completely and her freckles
seemed to glow. Her chest rose and fell twice, and Neil was about to
apologize when Mae bowed her head slightly and a huge smile appeared.
She nodded slightly and rushed off to the other side of the stable.
	Neal felt aroused, and was wondering what to do next when he
heard the first kids stop outside. Their counselor was calling for
them to stop and "follow the rules of the stable", which meant a
single file, silent entrance.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	
	For the next hour Neil worked around Greylad and talked quietly
to the group of twenty-six ten year olds who were clustered in the
standing area and an empty stall. As he made his way around the tall
dapple-grey geld he gently dragged a hand along its flank, and spoke
softly to the group.
	"What am I doing now?" he asked gently.
	A young girl raised her hand quickly, which drew a frown from
her neighbors. "You're telling ... the horse that you're behind it".
	Neil nodded. "Old Greylad here probably couldn't care less.",
he said with a shrug, removing his hand for effect. "He knows I'm
here and he knows me pretty well." Neil replaced his hand and clicked
softly. "But other horses, or even Grey if there's a lot going on
around him, can get spooked. And if a horse is spooked, it can kick.
And if it kicks you?"
	Everybody nodded. It was almost funny, watching thirty kids
suddenly so serious.
	Neil smiled and patted Greylad's flank. "Grey here weighs a
ton. He can carry three hundred pounds and he can bite your finger
off. Of course, he doesn't want to step on you. He doesn't want to
kick you and he doesn't want to bite you, but if you scare him, he
might do something without thinking, and you might get hurt."
	The kids nodded and looked at Greylad with a little caution in
their eyes.
	Neil smiled in reassurance and singled out one of the girls he
knew from previous years. "Ask Kelly. Greylad ate her whole head last
year. I think he thought her hair looked like hay. We had to wait
until... well.. until it came. back. out."
	Shocked looks appeared throughout the group and Kelly laughed
out loud, smothering her laugh with her hands. Laughter crept through
the group and a chorus of "ewwws" started up. Neil patted Greylad to
keep him from turning to investigate, then waved everyone to quiet
down. "OK, I made that up. He didn't eat Kelly's head, just her left
hand.". When Kelly held out both hands and gave him a mock frown he
winked and ignored her. "The point is that Greylad, and the other
horses are not dangerous if you know how to act around them, if you
understand your gear and don't accidentally hurt the horse with a
badly set saddle or by putting the wrong bit in their mouth."
	As he spoke Neil would signal Mae to bring him things. To the
group it looked like she was just silently helping, but Neil saw her
eyes each time he signaled. There was something behind them, some
ember that flared as if he were blowing on it with each order. Neil
didn't understand completely, but he wasn't so dense as to miss it
anymore. Whatever drove Mae to react to his commands, Neil was
enjoying it.
	When the counselor for the kids announced the time they herded
together and started to troop out. Neil and Mae were left to clean up
the stable for the next group. Neil was off duty until dinner, but Mae
had a short ride scheduled with one of the more advanced groups. Neil
knew she was risking running behind, but continued to have her help
him clean up the gear and took his time putting everything away
just-so. As the minutes passed, Mae seemed to become more and more
agitated, although she never said anything. Neil couldn't say why,
but he sensed that she was struggling with something, and that she
wouldn't leave until she'd made some kind of decision.
	Finally, Mae came close to Neil and stood just beside him. Neil
could feel the heat of her as she stood there, waiting for him to
acknowledge her. He intentionally spent a moment tidying some bit of
harness and looked down at her face. She was sucking on her lower lip
and making a face that reminded Neil of a child asking for dessert.
She glanced up briefly, then muttered something very quietly. Neil
heard some of it, but asked "Yes Mae, what did you want?"
	"Can.. can I go now?" she asked softly.
	Neil paused, enjoying the sense of power. He didn't know why
she needed to ask. She didn't need to in the sense that they were
simply coworkers, but she had some inner need that required that she
ask. Neil pretended to contemplate her for a second. "You've done a
good job. You can go." he said.
	The change in Mae was dramatic. She flushed and smiled broadly,
fawning over his praise then nearly curtsied before rushing off. Neil
watched her jogging with a new sense of appreciation, openly staring
at her rear end. When she reached the end of the stable she stopped
to look back and Neil had to prevent himself from waving. She beamed
at him then ran off toward the other stables.
	After she left, Neil stepped into the small tack closet and
closed the door. Dealing with Mae had him incredibly aroused, and he
considered relieving himself right there. He worried about who else
might be using the stable, though, so he just adjusted his shorts and
waited for his internal thermostat to cool off a bit. Even after a
solid minute in the dark and dusty room he could barely stop his mind
from basking in the power trip, wondering why Mae seemed so aroused by
his orders. He began to seriously wonder what other orders he could
give and that nearly broke his resolve to cool down.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	
	It was a long, slow walk from the stables up the hill to the
admin loop. When he passed C-dorm, Neil could see Harriet sitting
outside his window in her canvas camp chair. Her outfit was now red,
but still seemed to be the same loose cotton gym shorts and
sleeveless shirts from the day before. Neil actually considered
heading into the admin building or looping around to avoid her and
the teasing, but he'd eventually have to face her. So he squared his
shoulders, adjusted his shorts and headed straight toward his door.
	As he approached, Harriet sat up a bit and brightened. Although
she wriggled a bit in the chair, Neil didn't notice anything
intentional, but it was more than enough to stir his restless member.
Harriet leaned forward with a grin and waved. "How was your class with
Mae?" she asked slyly.
	Neil paused. "How did you know we had a class together?".
	"She volunteered this morning after breakfast. You'd already
left for your first class and Mom came over and asked about it. Seems
they had a dropout. Mae volunteered". Harriet let this sink in, eying
her nails as if she was considering painting them.
	"I... didn't know." Neil stammered. He managed to compose
himself quickly though. "She did fine. Why are yooou so interested?"
he asked, his voice dripping with accusation.
	Harriet looked at him with in amusement. "She's got some thing
for you. And who am I to turn my nose down on a little camp
rooomance", she asked, adding a French accent to her voice.
	"How about you, who's your romance for the summer?"
	Harriet seemed to deflate. "I dunno. Nobody seems all that
interesting. Maybe one of the older guys".
	"The older guys are all married", Neil quipped. He wanted to
accuse her of teasing him, but couldn't figure out what to do if she
denied it... or actually what he'd do if she admitted to it.
	Harriet shrugged. "I'm working a couple angles."
	"Really? Anyone I know"
	"No."
	"So I'm not an angle?" Neil asked with some hint of mock hurt.
	Harriet laughed in a high tittering burst. "Ah, Neil. You're
not an angle. You're a -challenge-".
	"A challenge?" Neil asked, sitting down on the concrete next to
her.
	Harriet slid the chair around to face him. "Of course. I'm
going to break your will. I have ways of making you talk"
	Neil grinned at the quote and tried not to look at her lap,
which was now at eye level. The sag in the canvas chair prevented him
from seeing much, but there was still a lot of bare leg on display.
"I'm strong, you'll never break me!".
	Harriet laughed evilly and leaned down, causing her shirt to
open slightly. "You cannot resist" she said in a horrible German
accent. "We will crush your will".
	Neil laughed. "You sound more like Dracula than a German
officer" he said with a dismissive wave. "You'll never make someone
talk if you're a vampire."
	Harriet faked a hurt look. "Vampires are probably better at
breaking your will than Germans." she insisted. "They can suck....
your blood. It gives them power".
	Neil noted the pause and shifted as subtly as he could. He
started to talk, but Harriet stood up, pushing the chair back as she
did. He found himself sitting barely an inch from her crotch, and he
jumped slightly in surprise. Harriet leaned down and winked at him,
then turned and walked back to her door. "Gotta run, neighbor, I've
got dinner duty on the quad tonight." Harriet paused and looked back.
"You should put a chair out here, then we could whittle while we
banter."
	Neil just shook his head and waited to be able to stand.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	
	Dinner was some kind of spicy chicken and more veggies.
Apparently whatever dietitian Mom had this year was on a "big lunch -
small dinner" kick, as Neal was a bit disappointed in the portion
size. Walking back to his normal seat, he spotted Mae sitting across
from his spot, with no plate.
	"Hello Mae" he said cordially.
	Mae smiled and nodded.
	Neal considered her for a moment, then sat down across from
her. He had spent some time trying to see past Mae's confusing
exterior, and thought he understood some basics. Asking her questions
was fine, but never ask her to do anything. Always order her to, or
suggest in a firm tone. He wasn't sure if that was 100% correct, or
if she followed these rules all the time, but he decided to try it
out. "Are you hungry?" he asked levelly.
	Mae nodded again, with no obvious change.
	Neal nodded and took a bite of his chicken. He looked up at her
and smiled. "You look nice". He said, noticing that she'd showered and
changed clothes.
	Mae's cheeks colored slightly, but she didn't speak.
	Neal was getting the impression that she was nervous. Maybe she
was still figuring out the rules herself, Neal thought. He took
another bite, testing his next statement in his head. "Go get
yourself a plate, Mae." he said with a tiny touch of authority. He
kept his voice low, but knew she heard him. Her face flushed even
more, and she stood to leave. When she had climbed over the bench,
Neal spoke up again. "Sit next to me when you get back".
	Mae returned a few minutes later with her plate and hesitated.
There was a good amount of bench free next to Neal, and the place
across from him was also empty. Finally she sat, across the table.
She never looked up, simply sat and picked up her fork.
	"I told you to sit next to me", Neal said in a level tone. Mae
jumped, her eyes bright and her cheeks red. Her freckles seemed to
shift to a dark red and she swallowed heavily. After a brief pause,
she picked up her plate and walked around the table, sitting down
very close.
	Neal could smell the shampoo in her long red hair, and could
feel her heat next to him. He listened as she breathed heavily,
pausing to catch her breath between long slow breaths. For his part,
Neal was barely restraining the urge to shiver and waited so his
voice would be level. "Tell me about it.". He said simply.
	Mae took a bite and leaned ever so slightly into him. "I...
tell you what?" she almost whispered.
	Neal smiled and smelled her hair. He could almost feel her
shiver when he leaned over against her. "You. Tell me why you're so
excited". Neal could hardly believe the words, they were out before
he'd really thought about it, and while there was no pleading or
request to the tone, there was some kind of hunger.
	Mae took several quick bites and a long gulp of water. "I... I
can't" she whispered. "Not here. I don't... I'm not sure why..."
	She had started to stammer and Neal wanted to calm her nerves
if not her excitement. "Stop", he said with some authority. Mae
whimpered and he paused "Tell me tonight. Come to my room and we'll
talk about it" he said, carefully choosing his words.
	Mae shook her head quickly, and then again. She was nearly
shivering and there was a mewing sound that Neal thought was panic.
"Please, no. I... I don't know what..."
	Neal put his hand on her leg and she nearly bolted. "We'll just
talk" he said firmly.
	Mae relaxed, and quickly took another drink. "You have to
promise.." she whispered. "You have to!" she added urgently when he
didn't respond fast enough.
	Neal nodded, paying more attention to his hand on the skin of
her leg than anything else. He could feel her tremble, he felt
goosebumps and her muscles move as she turned to look at him and her
weight shifted. He kneaded his hand gently and Mae made a sound that
was nearly purring. She leaned further into him and her breathing was
ragged and shallow. "I won't touch you." he assured her, removing his
hand for effect, "I promise".
	Mae groaned slightly and leaned away, nodding.
	Neal glanced around, but nobody seemed to be paying much
attention to them. With a dedication of will he resumed eating and
pretended to listen to Dave and Ruth, but he heard little and the
chicken had no flavor.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	After dinner Neal took a hot shower and considered Mae.
Whatever her attraction to his bossing her around, it was clearly
physical as well. He didn't want to take advantage of her, and got
the distinct impression that she was flying by the seat of her pants
at the moment. He resisted jerking off in the blistering hot shower,
simply stroking himself while replaying dinner. Every sound that Mae
made intensified his arousal and he finally had to switch the shower
to cold.
	. Back in his room he cleaned up quickly and set up a chair on
the floor. He intended to have Mae on the bed, knowing she'd be very
aware of her position. He also intended to keep his promise not to
touch her, but he knew that she might be very willing to touch
himself if he ordered her to. He'd never considered how erotic that
might be, telling a girl to do things and watching her comply. He
considered returning to the shower just to ease off the pressure as
scenario after scenario filled his mind. Finally a hesitant knock on
the door woke him.
	Mae entered and shut the door quickly, allowing herself to
adjust to the warmth of the room. The temperature outside had dropped
quite a bit, owing to the mountain elevation. She hesitated in the
middle of the room and Neal pointed to the bed.
	"Sit." he said without ordering it.
	Mae sat, curling herself out of reflex into a ball with her
knees under her chin. She regarded him warily as Neal turned off the
overhead light, leaving only a table lamp on. He then curled up in a
canvas camp chair and smiled.
	"So. I'm glad you came" he said simply.
	Mae nodded, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.
	Neal paused. He'd considered moving in for the kill, simply
ordering her to talk. But watching her there, fragile and somewhat
frightened, he dropped that plan and took a deep breath to calm
himself. "Where'd you grow up?" he asked instead.
	Mae looked at him in surprise and answered "Delaware" before
even thinking about it.
	"Oh? Where at?" Neal asked.
	Mae calmed a little and described some chicken farm in the
northwest part of the state, somewhere near New Jersey and pretty far
from anywhere Neal had ever been to or heard of. She seemed happy to
ramble a bit, describing her house, the horses she'd had as a kid,
and was into her family before she suddenly paused and gave him an
odd look.
	Neal smiled. "I wanted to know. I like you Mae. I... I don't
know what this thing is between us, but I didn't ask you here just so
I could have sex with you".
	"Ask me?" she said playfully. She blushed a bit and hugged her
knees after saying it.
	Neal murmured something and continued. "Why do you get excited
when I boss you around?" he said firmly.
	Mae paused and shook her head. "I don't know. It just happens
sometimes... with people I... people I like" she admitted softly. "I
think about pleasing them, about doing things that they tell me to
and I..." she drifted off, hugging her knees close and blushing
furiously.
	Neal grinned and let her be for a second. "Guys you like? You
like me, don't you Mae." he said with no trace of question.
	Mae nodded, her breathing starting to become shallow.
	Neal nodded. "I like you too" he said simply.
	Mae looked at him and smiled softly. She let a leg drop to the
bed and held her other knee, watching him.
	"Tell me how you felt today at dinner" Neal said, trying to
balance his tone between an order and a request.
	Mae chewed on her lip and looked at the door. She was quiet for
a second, finally whispering softly "it made me... eager." she said.
"When I sat down at the wrong place and you told me to sit next to
you... I...". Mae stopped and shook her head.
	"Tell me Mae. Tell me how it made you feel."
	"Scared." she said suddenly. "Scared that you'd tell me to do
more things and that I'd do them. Like I couldn't NOT do them" she
said in a rush.
	Neal shock his head in wonder. It wasn't what he'd expected,
but it was more exciting somehow. He started to tell her to continue,
but she did anyway.
	"I wanted you to touch me. I wanted to do things, and I don't
know what they were, I wanted you to tell me. I was scared and
excited and so fucking hot when you touched my..." Mae's eyes shot
wide and she started to get up.
	"Stay where you are, Mae" Neal said as quickly as he could.
	Mae stopped, holding a handful of blankets and slowly shrank
back down into the bed. Her eyes were huge and she was blushing so
hard she looked like she'd sunburned her face. She started sucking on
her lip and pulled one leg tightly against her chest, letting out a
whimper.
	Neal tried very hard not to chuckle or shout or leap for joy or
take off his clothes and jump at her. His cock had nearly exploded
when she said that and he was having a difficult time staying seated
comfortably with it digging into his stomach. He managed to steady
himself and continued. "I promised I wouldn't touch you, Mae,
remember?" he said in a reassuring tone.
	Mae nodded quickly and shifted her position in the bed. She was
still breathing rapidly and making small noises whenever Neal looked
at her.
	"When I touched your leg?" Neal said, indicating that she
should continue.
	Mae nodded and looked at the bed. "I didn't even really notice
until right before you let go and... it excited me even more." she
said simply. "When you told me to come here, I still didn't trust
you... or myself."
	Neal shifted while she wasn't paying attention. His cock was
begging for release, but Neal fought it down and tried everything he
could think of to appear calm and collected. "You're glad you came,
though, aren't you." he said finally.
	Mae nodded. "So now what do we do?" she asked, nearly pleading.

	Neal frowned. "Well, if I can't touch you...", he said with a
tone of mock defeat.
	Mae smiled slightly. "I didn't mean tonight, I meant what do we
do tomorrow and the next day?"
	Neal grinned. "I guess we'll have to work that out. If you like
me and I like you, normally we'd start dating. I don't think normal
dating is what you want, though. Is it."
	Mae considered this and shook her head. "I want to feel like
this, but I don't want to... get in trouble, or have you...."
	"...take advantage of you?" Neal finished.
	Mae's eyebrows dropped and she slowly nodded.
	"You enjoy it when I tell you what to do, though. It excites
you."
	Mae nodded, her eyes popping up to look at him.
	Neal slowly changed his tone to the commands that seemed to
affect her so powerfully. "You enjoy the danger. Knowing that I can
order you to do things, and you'll want to do them."
	Mae's breathing quickened and she nodded, releasing her leg
until she was sitting cross legged.
	Neal's eyes were drawn to her legs, where her denim shorts had
risen up to allow her to sit cross-legged. The denim was tight across
her pussy and she moved one leg up and down in a rhythm. He almost
lost his nerve, but fought back until he knew his voice would hold.
"If I get you into trouble, I'll lose you though..." he said
thoughtfully, "I'd have to be careful, pushing you so you stay on
edge, but always watching out for you".
	Mae considered this, the pace of her leg increasing.
	"There's always here, where its safe" Neal said softly
	Mae nodded more, and scooted towards him on the bed.
	"Oh, I can't do that" Neal said with a shake of his finger.
"I'm not allowed to touch you. I promised. I always keep my
promises."
	Mae frowned and her eyes became pleading.
	"I'll promise you something else. You can trust me not to hurt
you, I promise I never will."
	Mae smiled and shifted in the bed again, as if to make room.
	"Ah, I promised. I promise I will make you very happy. "
	Mae's breathing was deep and ragged.. "I'm yours" she
whispered. "I'll do anything as long as you don't hurt me". Mae
almost had tears in her eyes. "I'll be.. your..."
	"My what, Mae?" Neal prodded.
	"Anything you want" she said, reaching out to him.
	Neal shook his head. "No, can't touch tonight".
	Mae whined softly...
	"Take off your shirt", Neal ordered, slipping back into his
chair.
	Mae's eyes became very wide, and she moaned in protest.
	"Now, Mae. Take off your shirt.".
	She slipped out of it suddenly, as if a damn had burst. Her
face was flush again and she started to cover her bra and breasts
until Neal stopped her.
	" No, none of that. Run you hands over your breasts. I can't
touch them, but you can."
	Mae moaned and looked down at the bed, her hands creeping up to
her breasts, cupping them. She crept mechanically at first, but built
up to more natural movements. Sliding her hands across the cups
gently and rubbing the fabric.
	"Look at me while you touch yourself" he ordered.
	Mae opened her eyes and looked up, her face slipping from lust
to fear and back. Her hands had moved under her bra, sliding across
her erect nipples.
	Neal thought he would burst, but he kept himself in check by
watching Mae's face more than her hands. He'd see her breasts all he
wanted shortly, he was going to push her as far as he could now. When
her face turned to lust, he continued "pinch your nipples, feel them.
Imagine me touching them".
	Mae groaned from deep in her chest and leaned back. She was
fighting to keep her eyes open, struggling not to give in to the lust
and excitement.
	Neal measured the time in throbs of his cock against his
shorts. She was breathing so fast, fighting to focus on him so he
slid over to the bed, staying on the far side. "Put your hand on your
leg, where I had mine earlier" he said in an urgent whisper.
	Mae's hand slapped down against her thigh with a clap,
surprising her and Neal. Her bra was now above her chest and she
finally unclipped it without pause. Her hand kneaded her leg like
Neal had at dinner.
	Neal smiled at her reaction and absently rubbed his cock
through his shorts. "Tell me what you wanted me to do at dinner." he
said.
	Mae started to move her hand higher, but Neal cut her off.
	"NO. Tell me" he ordered.
	Mae grumbled, low and lustfully. "I wanted you to move it
higher. I was so hot. So fucking hot. I wanted you to move it up my
leg."
	Neal smiled and watched her hand. She kept moving it up,
millimeter by millimeter. "And then?" he said softly.
	Mae moved her hand and groaned. "I don't know... I don't know
what I wanted then..." she whispered harshly. "Oh god". Her left hand
moved rapidly across both breasts, kneading and pinching. Neal noted
what she liked for future reference, which he fully intended to be
soon.
	"Imagine its my hand now. What do you want now?" he demanded.
	Her groan was so deep that Neal could feel the bed rumble. Her
hand twitched but his grunt of disapproval stopped it cold. "My...
vag... my pussy.. I want you to touch it.. Oh god I want
youtotouchitsobad" she said in a rush.
	Neal grunted in approval and her hand became a blur, rubbing
the denim furiously. "Take them off" he ordered.
	Mae's hand paused. "You... you can break... you don't have
to".. she mumbled, suddenly moving for her fly. "I'm on the pill, we
can"
	"No. Not tonight. I don't break promises."
	Mae moaned and slid her pants down, taking her underwear with
them. Neal could see how wet she was. Her pussy was glistening with
juice, her lips puffy with arousal. The hair covering her sex was red
and brown, thin on the edges and trimmed carefully. His previous
experiences with sex had been brief, and nothing like this, but it
didn't take a sex expert to figure out her desire was overwhelming.
Her hand found the slit of her pussy and slid up and down, collecting
juices. The musky aroma drove Neal further toward exploding and he had
to take several rapid breaths to hold back. Her hand slid up and down,
faster and faster, and she closed her eyes.
	Neil watched in fascination as Mae's fingers found the top of
her slit and stayed there, rubbing in tight circles. Her breathing
got faster and faster and she had a breast clenched firmly. Neal
realized how close she was, but he didn't want her to finish yet, he
had so many other things he wanted to watch her do. "Don't you dare
come until I tell you!" he said suddenly and forcefully.
	Mae's eyes snapped open and she nearly choked, confusion and
surprise crossing her features. Her head shook from side to side and
she stopped both hands.
	"I'll tell you when you can come" Neal said in a near growl. It
was a gamble, pushing her this far and Neal worried suddenly that he'd
broken the spell. If she wasn't ready for this level of control, he'd
lose his power. Neil reset his plan in his mind, questions to ask,
things he wanted to watch, but it was too late.
	Mae's orgasm was explosive. Her eyes snapped shut, her head
fell back and she came with a growl that grew into yell. She clenched
her face in tightly, slamming back against the bed and yanking the
blanket into her mouth to muffle the noise. She humped the air
suddenly touching herself again with her other hand and thrashing
from side to side.
	Neal watched in fascination as her spasms stopped. Her pussy
was red and wet, trying to break his willpower.
	"I'm sorry... Oh god.... " she whispered.
	"Mmm. I'll have to punish you for disobeying me" Neil chided
softly.
	Mae moaned, rolling onto her side and gasping. "You'd punish
me? Like I'm your slave?"
	"My toy."
	Mae shook her head. "Same thing. I'm your sex slave." she said
in a whisper. She started to crawl over, but Neal jumped back.
	"I promised."
	Mae moaned in aggravation, looking at him with sheer lust.
	"I'm enjoying this. Tomorrow, I think I'll make you beg me to
fuck you".
	Mae groaned. "I'll beg you now... please... fuck me please"
	Neal nearly lost his nerve, but knew that he had to keep the
promise, he had to maintain control or he'd never get it back. "Maybe
I'll just jerk off."
	He'd meant that he'd go jerk off in the shower, but Mae's eyes
lit up eagerly and she dropped onto the floor. "Please, I want to
see. You watched me! I want to.... I need to see!"
	Neal was shocked, but no so much that he didn't slide forward
on the bed, sitting just inches from her face. He pulled down his
denim shorts and riding shorts, freeing his throbbing erection into
the air. His musk joined Mae's, filling the room.
	Mae moaned and opened her mouth slightly.
	Neal nearly lost it, but steeled himself. He slid his hand down
and stroked the shaft gently, closing his eyes as if in lust. In
reality, he was on the precipice of an orgasm and knew that he had to
hold back. If he couldn't hold back she'd know just how fucking hot
she'd made him and he wanted to keep the reigns here. Instead he
pictured a horse taking a giant crap, killing the mood somewhat. As
he stroked, he could feel his brain backing away from the edge,
slowly easing down the throttle. He filled his minds with all the
horrible sights and smells of a horse farm, slowed his breathing.
Seconds managed to drag on and he held back through sheer force of
will. His mind wanted to review Mae's wanton display, wanted to
imagine punishments and orders, but he fought back like a boxer,
striking and dodging, weaving and maintaining his rhythm with only
the tiniest part of his mind, walled off from the pleasure. He was at
ease and going on his third minute when he realized Mae was
whispering, her face just an inch from his dick.
	"God that's so fucking hot, your cock is so fucking hot" she
whispered, her hands below the bed, clearly moving furiously.
	Neil brain broke free of his careful defenses at her words.
There was a sudden connection down his spine from the back of his
eyes and his ears all the way to his balls and a spark jolted him
fully upright. He clenched his buttocks, closed his eyes and the
world suddenly exploded in white fireworks, racing through his brain.
He collapsed backwards onto the bed, nearly hitting the headboard.
	Mae looked absolutely shocked, her face covered with strings of
come. Neal tried to sit up, but he was sprawled against the wall and
was tangled in the bed sheets, his brain still flooded with release.
He wanted to explain when suddenly Mae's eyes clenched closed and she
started to thrash again and again against the side of the bed. Her
second orgasm wasn't as intense and before Neal could say anything
she jumped up and ran to the sink.
	Neal finally got his shorts and legs situated and rushed over.
Mae was nearly crying. He started to apologize, but then heard what
she was saying.
	"Oh god, I can't believe I came. I can't believe you saw me
come when you came on me... Oh god I'm such a slut". Neal went to hug
her, but she pulled back "You promised" she said. "I'm so sorry, I
can't believe that. Oh god that was so ... I lost it when you did...
all over.."
	Neal almost laughed, but stopped quickly and got serious. "Mae,
I'm not mad. Why are you apologizing? I..."
	Mae stomped and turned. "That's what whores do! They let guys
come on them and they like it! Oh shit, its been like my fantasy, but
its not SUPPOSED to be something I do!"
	Neal hesitated, then grabbed a towel. "Did you enjoy tonight?"
he asked simply.
	Mae shook her head, but stopped. "I'm sorry I asked you to
break your promise" she said softly.
	Neal started to answer, but he couldn't help himself. "That's
not what you asked me." he said firmly. "What did you ask... what did
you BEG me to do?"
	Mae's eyes flew wide and she gasped. "Nn.. no.. I..."
	Neal leaned in close, locking his gaze to hers. "You begged me
to fuck you. You begged."
	Mae gasped and nodded, staring at the floor.
	"And I almost cracked." Neal said honestly. "A beautiful girl
begs you to fuck her... its pretty tough to "
	Mae was nearly crying "I'm... sorry. You think I'm
beautiful???" she said, shifting sentences suddenly and looking
directly at him.
	Neal nodded. "I've never seen anything so hot. You coming... "
	"Which... which time?" Mae asked quietly.
	Neal stopped and finally laughed softly. "Both. You on the bed
was ... amazing. You ... with".
	Mae blushed and wiped her face some more. "I'm not supposed to
like that. I'm supposed to... I don't know".
	Neal shrugged. "I loved it. I didn't mean to, you know. I..
heard you"
	"Heard me what?"
	"You were saying something about my... about my cock"
	Mae spun, blushing and burying her face in the towel.
	"I heard that and... I lost it. I can't think of anything that
would make me finish faster than having a girl say that"
	"I'm not supposed to say those things, either. It makes me a "
	"No." Neal said firmly. "You're my sex kitten, and nothing
else."
	Mae grinned bashfully "So I can be a little slutty?"
	Neal laughed. "Just a little. I can't handle much more than
that."
	"Would a kiss break our rule?"
	Neal smiled and nodded. "Tomorrow" he said simply.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	Late that night Neal rolled over, unable to sleep. Memories
invaded his dreams and he woke with a huge, sore erection. He peeked
out the window and saw the first rays of dawn behind the fan. He was
considering whether to get up and sneak over to Mae's when he heard
his door creak open. Mae tiptoed across the room and settled into bed
beside him.
	"I couldn't sleep without you" she whispered.
	Neal nodded and allowed her to snuggle close.
	"Master".
	Neal's eyes shot open and his erection roared to life, poking
through his boxers and bumping Mae in the butt.
	"I see master is awake, but he needs his rest".
	Neal knew he could order her to do just about anything, but he
was tired. He slid his hand down along her side, feeling her skin
prickle and her moans vibrate his chest. His hand rested on her hip,
her naked hip, and he drifted off to sleep with a smile.

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