A Debt to Pay [ Dev && Zal ]

[Devxx]

Evon Arriya sat at her desk busily typing away at her laptop before a small knock on the door interrupted her. Within a few seconds the door opened and an elderly man in a suit entered with a respectful bow. "Madam, I believe the boy you were expecting will arrive soon" The man said to the young woman. She merely nodded her head and shooed him away, telling him she would be down just as soon as she finished this next page. Even though she was still in her early twenties she had made a name for herself in the corporate world unlike many people in her position. Her family had always come from money and being able to use her family's influence she had made her company into one of the best PR firms in the country.

Pushing her chair back from the desk she got up off the chair and walked towards the door. The house was huge and it was easy to lose your way if you didn't know just where you were going. Often times the only people who were here would be herself, the elder butler, the cook, maid and the gardener who came once a week. Yet now they would be adding a new member to their household staff. Even though most of her job entailed being in the lime light she really did like keeping her personal life as private as possible. The woman was very particular with who she allowed into her home and made sure that everything in here was under her control.

Control.

That what it was really about. She loved the feeling of having the world at her finger tips and being able to distort and manipulate it a she wished. With a few simple words she could create a career or destroy someone's life and not even think twice about it. It was a thrill that traveled through her blood when she could exact that kind of power over someone. To have them completely within her grasp and helpless to do anything but try to please her in fear of the consequences if they failed.

She wasn't quite sure why she had even agreed to this deal and it seemed to have happened on a whim. When the strange man approached her for a loan she had been skeptical given his track record with debt and that fact that he didn't have anything to really offer as collateral. Yet when he mentioned that he would be willing to offer up his son if his debts weren't payed she had somehow found herself accepting. If she wanted to, Evon could have hired the very best to do any work that needed being done yet she was actually agreeing to take on a teenager on her staff. Teenage boys were notorious for attitudes and he would probably cause her more problems then she already had. Maybe she just took him on for the challenge though. As of late she had been feeling bored at work as well as home so the idea of a new addition might just add some spice to her somewhat monotonous life.

Sighing, the woman brushed a hand through her hair as blue eyes turned towards the large grandfather clock in the living room. Everything about her spoke of money and class from the soft blond hair that hung down her back obviously taken care of and trimmed at some of the finest salons in the city. Her nails were always manicured and a strict regiment at the gym and a diet made sure that her body was as perfect as she could get it. That body was currently clothed in a sharp black blazer and a black skirt both which were obvious designer labels. Evon was a woman who always wanted the very best in her life and she wouldn't settle for any less.

It was almost five and that was when he was supposed to be here for his first day on the job. Well, this was going to be interesting at least.

 

[Zalvek]

Derryk never considered his family to be well off, but they always had managed to live well enough. Their house decent, clothes moderate, and they ate well as well. Sure things were initially a bit shaky after mom died, but his dad recovered quickly enough, and focused back on supporting the two of them.

Dad went to his job as a pencil pusher like everyone else. He was never the type to question the money that came in. It was always enough to support and suffice to get Derryk through school and pay the bills. So naturally it came off as a bit of a shock to the teenager when his dad suddenly came to him and told his son that he was in debt, and not only that he was in debt, but that he was also offering Derryk as collateral.

Of course Derryk thought his father was kidding. The notion of being in debt was ridiculous, when every day he went to his job, and carefully controlled his spending. And yet despite his pleas for his father to stop joking, he soon slowly came unto the realization that he wasn't kidding at all.

He was angry, and understandably so. Swears were spoken, chairs were thrown, and anger was vented furiously all in the direction of his dad. At the age of 18, he was prepared to go to the community college downtown and get on with his life, maybe help get them into a higher place in society, all to help the two of them. Yet now, it seemed like to his father, his son was little more than a financial boon to clear his debt.

The next few days were quiet, and he spent almost all of his time alone in his room, with the door locked. There were knocks and questions from his dad, pleading to let him explain himself. Derryk didn't care however, something like this was downright unacceptable. As far as he considered, he had no father anymore.

Eventually the day came, where he could hear the cars coming for him. There were no windows in his room for him to see the cars coming up into the parking lot, but when something as life-changing as being sold away as property happens, sometimes a person just know these things. There was no point in taking his things with him, aside from the clothes on his back, and his ID. Maybe one day he would be able to use it again, and it would mean something. As he left his room for the first time in days, he didn't bother making eye-contact with his no-longer father, or even saying any final words. The only sound that came from him was the door slamming on his way out.

Two men in white suits were waiting for him outside of the white car, as they saw him they did not offer any greeting or words, and only open the back seat door of the black muscle car. He sat in the car and let out a silent sigh as the car puttered to life, and he watched his house vanish off along the horizon.

The scenery buzzed by in silence as his chocolate colored eyes drifted into a deep thought, his nimble fingers supporting his head by grasping a handful of slightly messy brown hair as he leaned against the window and waited for the car to reach its destination.

 

[Devxx]

Soon the sound of an approaching car could be heard as the gates opened and the gravel gave way under the thick tires. Within minutes the car was in front of the main doors as the two men stepped out before opening the door for Derryk and ushering him towards the entrance. Neither of the men said a word and that was why they had kept their job for so long. Evon desired discretion above all else and both men had shown time and time again that they had no moral problems doing whatever needed to be done just as long as they got paid in the end of the day. Once they reached the main hallway the men would depart and the butler would take charge.

"You are late." He said in a clipped tone as the examined the boy up and down. There was obvious disapproval in his gaze but he didn't voice his opinions to him. "The madam is waiting for you in the living room. If you would follow me and kindly remember to remove your shoes." Without a second glance the man quickly turned around and began walking towards the living room without even looking to see if Derryk was following him.

After approaching one of the large oak doors to the right of the hallway the butler motioned for Derryk to enter before turning around and leaving the two to discuss the business at hand. His job here was done and he had other work to do so couldn't concern himself with what would happen to the boy now.

Evon was sitting in an expensive looking leather chair as she gently sipped her wine and stared at the burning fire to her left. The sound of approaching footsteps and an opening door caught her attention as she turned her head to catch sight of the butler ushering in the young man before leaving.

So this was Derryk? His father had shown her a picture of him before they made the deal and she did have to admit that the picture was telling the truth. He looked like any other teenage boy would with messy hair and normal clothes. That might have worked for his other life but now that he was here she really was going to have to do something about that. There was no way she was going to allow someone like him to stay here wearing jeans and t-shirts. Actually, now with him here she'd have sort of like her own life sized doll to dress up how she liked.

"Welcome." Evon said simply as she motioned for him to take the seat across from her. She didn't hide the fact that she was scrutinizing his appearance and already making mental notes of his every movement. No doubt learning that he had been practically sold to a stranger was a blow to the boy but the sooner he dealt with it the better.

"My name is Evon Arriya though from now on you are to refer to me as Mistress." The woman explained as she set down her wine glass and stared directly at him so blue eyes met chocolate ones. "I'm sure your father told you the terms of our agreement and I'm sure that you spent a good deal of time whining and moaning about it. Let me assure you that while your father may have let you I am nowhere near as understanding. I don't appreciate any attitude from my pets so it would be in your best interest not to test me." A pet, that was all he was now. He was no longer a living, breathing human and instead was a thing for her amusement.

"As part of our deal you are to serve me. That includes bringing me my meals, doing some light clean up as well as attending to whatever other chores or tasks that I set for you. Do you understand?

 

[Zalvek]

The only sound that Deryk noticed was the sound of the mechanical gears whirring a the gate opened, and when the car finally came to a stop. The door opened and he stepped out of the vehicle and took a look at the mansion. Derryk had expected his father to deal with some rather sleazy people, in the darkest trenches of society, but in contract, this seemed to be a rather high-class part of society. It caught him off guard by quite a bit.

When the first words that he was greeted with were 'You are late', he couldn't help but give the older man a glare of annoyance. It wasn't his fault that he was late according to some standards offered by this butler, considering that the two guards were the ones who came to pick him up when he did. It was clear that the butler didn't approve of Derryk, and the feelings were certainly mutual. Regardless, he did not voice any of his opinions and instead watched as he headed to the living room. He removed his ratty old sneakers and set them down before following.

When they were at the doorway of the living room, the butler left without a word. Derryk stook there for a moment before pulling on the door handling and pushing the door open and stepping in. The subtle crackling of the fireplace filled the room. He stepped closer towards the hearth, and caught sight of the woman that must have been known as madam, and now owned him as well. He would have to be lying to himself to say that she wasn't attractive. Derryk had expected himself to be in the service of an older woman, and not one nearly as fit, slim or slender.

He wasn't sure how to reply to the greeting she offered, and just kind of nodded his head before sitting in the opposite leather seat. Her eyes locked with his, and there was something rather cold and discerning about her gaze that sent a shiver down his spine. The name Evon had an odd exotic ring to it, but it seemed he wouldn't have the pleasure of being able to call her by that, and would instead call her by Mistress.

Of course, he had come to expect this level of sternness, and it didn't surprise him too much. Although as she called him a pet, his lip couldn't help but twitch as he was reminded once more that he was no longer at the same level as a human thanks to his father. All he was now was a commodity with commercial value. Although he bit his inner cheek at her list of tasks, he nodded and replied, "Yeah... I understand."

 

[Devxx]

"Excellent, then I suspect we won't be having any problems." He said he understood but she'd see soon enough just how willing he was to follow orders no matter what they were. It was almost like conditioning a dog to follow commands by rewarding the good behavior and punishing the bad.

Getting up off her seat she motioned for him to follow her as she gave him a little bit of a tour around the area. The house was incredibly large and no doubt he would be getting lost for the first couple of days but for now she'd keep his tasks in a small area of the house so as not to confuse him until he was more well acquainted. "That was the living room. If you go down this hallway and straight through those double doors you will come to the kitchen where the chef will be cooking. Every morning at 8 you will go down there and fetch me my breakfast. I suggest you not be late since I'm not very nice in the mornings." True, Evon wasn't exactly much of a morning person and if her meal was late she was known to get very cranky and very creative with her punishments. "The rest of my meals will be sporadic depending on how much work I have to do."

Leading him down another hallway she showed him the dining room, bathrooms and even a game room they kept down here. In the east wing they even had a gym as well as a pool and tennis courts. "If your chores are done and I have no more tasks for you to complete then you are free to spend your time as you like. Tv, video games or even go for a dip as long as your not needed." This might all be a lot for Derryk to take in on the first day but it would sink in more and more as his time here progressed.

Leading him up the staircase in the main hallway she pointed to her right. "All the way at the end of this hallway is my bedroom. The third door is my office where I will spend most of my time where here." Then she began walking towards the left and stopped on the second door there. "Here is your bedroom. It's simple but comfortable so you shouldn't have a problem. You will be presented with a new uniform each day depending on my mood. One should already be there waiting for you so I suggest you put it on before meeting me at my office." And with that Evon simply turned around and walked away leaving Derryk to take in what had just happened.

When he opened the door he'd find a decent sized room with a bed, a desk, a dresser and a bathroom connected to it. Yet the most surprising thing would be what he found lying on the bed. True to her word there was a uniform there but upon closer inspection he'd see it probably wasn't what he was expecting. To start with it was a maid's uniform, black and white like any other but he'd see that it was incredibly low cut and tight so that even if he leaned over the slightest bit he'd feel a breeze. Along with it were a pair of thigh-high stockings and black heeled shoes. Considering it was the only article of clothing in the entire room for now there was no doubt that was exactly what she meant for him to wear.

 

[Zalvek]

Derryk nodded in response, his eyes shifting away from her cold stare and instead looking over to the flickering fireplace. It was only when he heard the sounds of the chair's cushion shifting as she stood up that he looked back in her direction. With her motion for him to follow he stood up and walked behind her, getting a better tour of the house.

They skipped several doors and halls, many of which would make him go dizzy in confusion if he were to attempt to navigate around the house. For now they focused mostly on the basic necessities of the house: living room, kitchen, things like that. He nodded for a moment before realizing she wouldn't be able to see him nod from behind and replied with a short, "Y-Yeah, okay." Waking up at 8 wouldn't be too bad. It was later than he needed to wake for school after all.

Waking further along, he couldn't help but be slightly amazed at the sheer number of rooms, many of which boggled him. To think that the house had so many facilities including an indoor pool was slightly overwhelming to take in. For a moment, Derryk blinked in confusion at her words. If there was nothing for him to do, he was free to do what he wanted? That didn't sound much like servitude to him. In fact, most of Evon's demands seemed pretty reasonable so far. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all.

They headed upstairs for the first time, and headed down towards what appeared to be the largest room. The woman stopped then and began to explain where the bedrooms were, where her office were, and many more things. To think he would have his own room surprised him. Perhaps he had too many exaggerated thoughts of what his life would be like, as he imagined himself living in something as small as a closet. Instead this once again, sounded alright.

Before he could reply to her, she stepped towards her office and left without any words. He didn't know what to say, and just shrugged before opening the door to his room. It was surprisingly big. In fact, it was bigger than his old room at his dad's apartment. He took a moment to walk around the room and get a feel for it. It was nice enough, and the bed looked quite comfortable, as he tested the plushness of the mattress and blanket. It was then in the corner of his eye that he caught a black and white garment. This must have been what she meant he was to wear. It was only as his eyes panned out, that he realized just what it was that the outfit was.

Derryk wondered for a moment if there was a mistake. Maybe someone brought up the wrong outfit, maybe he was in the room. He opened the door for a moment and checked again. No, this was the second door down... He closed the door again, his cheeks flushing a bright red. So perhaps everything wasn't as he had expected. Everything seemed fine but now, it just seemed... Rather odd. For a moment he wondered if he should check with Evon, to see if there was a mistake. But at the same time, he worried that questioning her could end rather poorly. He bit his inner cheek before swearing to himself for a moment and pulling his shirt and jeans off.

He pulled up on the thigh=highs until they were snug and flush with this legs. The maids outfit fit him near perfectly. It was definitely intended for him, and the thought made his cheeks go even brighter red. Clearly his father had given them more information than he had initially expected. After slipping the shoes on, he stood up. His face was on fire and he struggled in the heels to step towards the door. In embarrassment he checked left and right to see if anyone was in the hall first, before hurrying to the office and entering quickly, his heart racing already as he looked towards his new owner, his face beat red.

 

[Devxx]

Evon sat at her desk busy typing away on her computer getting the last of her work done for the day. She still had a few things to catch up on before her next meeting but they shouldn't take very long and she still had a couple of days to get them finished. The woman worked hard to stay on top of her field and would do whatever it took to make sure that they were doing the best work possible. Yet she always seemed to spend so much time working that it wasn't very often she actually got to enjoy the rewards of her labor. Maybe that was another reason she had actually taken this deal in the first place. With Derryk she'd have a distraction from the mountains of paperwork and someone to spoil when she so chose.

This was going to be a delicate balance with him now in her life. It was easy to force people to do things out of sheer fear but it was completely different to make them want to do things. The ultimate control was to have someone who would move heaven and earth simply to please you and do what you said without a second thought. That was something that couldn't be built on fear alone. No, she'd teach him to respect and love her just like a dog would its master.

Hearing noise coming near the door she looked up to see the boy in question standing there with his face completely red. He seemed to be having some trouble walking on the heels but the dress fit him perfectly which only made her smile. Looking at him the right way he could possibly pass for a very flat girl although she doubted that would have been a compliment to him.

Getting up off her seat she circled around him like a hungry cat who had just found a plump little mouse. "My, don't we look cute." Evon said with a chuckle as she brushed her hands over the dress. Standing behind him she trailed her hand down his leg before bringing it back up and resting it on his butt under the dress. "What do you know, it fits you perfectly." She whispered in his ear before giving his butt a slight squeeze.

Walking back to her desk she opened the top drawer and pulled out a thin, black box. Inside was a small black collar like one might get for their dog but hanging off the collar was a little gold circle with his name on it. Undoing the clasps she walked over and put it around his neck making sure that it fit nice and tight so he couldn't take it off later. Stepping back she admired her handiwork before giving an approving nod at the sight before her.

"Well I think I'm hungry now. Why don't you go down to the kitchen and bring me up my dinner? I think the cook was making pasta." With that she sat back down on her chair and leaned back to get a better view of him. He really did look quite adorable in that getup and it made her rethink her plans for tonight. Why should she spend the rest of her time doing work when she had a fun new toy to play with? After all, the paperwork could wait until tomorrow but she really should work on making Derryk feel more at home around here.

 

[Zalvek]

When he entered the room Evon was at what must have been her work desk. She was typing diligently on her keyboard and for a few moments she continued to work on her computer before looking up from her desk and heading towards him to inspect him. It seemed that with every step she took, his heartbeat sped up faster, and his face got hotter.

It seemed that there definitely was no mistake in his costume, and that she definitely intended for him to wear this outfit. In fact, she seemed to enjoy this. He could feel her fingers gliding along the fabric of his dress. Of course he didn't think much of it, but when her hands suddenly ran down his legs he jumped up and yelped. Before he could react any further, her hand moved to rest against his cheek and give it a good grope. His hands instinctively flew back to cover his rear and push her hand away. His lip was quivering as he looked at her, barely able to comprehend how he was even supposed to respond to this situation.

She took several steps back to her desk, and soon returned to him with a collar. She came close to him, nearly in an embrace as she slipped the leather straps in place snugly. Once she stepped away his fingers ran along the cool gold metal tag. It was bad enough that she had forced him to dress like a girl, but now she seemed to be emphasizing the point of her ownership of him even further. It was quite humiliating and he just had no idea how to respond to it.

As if things couldn't get any worse for him in this situation, she was able to do him one worse by asking him to go get dinner. Derryk was positive his face was left in a permanent shade of red now. Before he could make any rejection, she went right back to work with no words. Silently and in a rush, he stepped out quickly.

It was still hard to work in the new shoes, and he struggled to go quickly but carefully. There were more than a few instances where he would trip himself, and struggle to regain balance. Going down the stairs was quite the task, and took great patience and diligence.

By the time he reached the bottom, Derryk looked around the halls. He didn't want any of the other people to see him, anymore than they needed to. He hurried down the kitchen hall once he saw the empty hallway. He blasted through the kitchen doors and quickly let the chef know that he needed to get Evon's meal. The chef raised an eyebrow at the outfit for a moment, but didn't question it any further. Derryk could tell however, that he was laughing in amusement on the inside. He tapped his foot in frustration while waiting, until the chef provided the meal on a serving tray underneath a silver bowl. He took it with both hands before exiting carefully.

The halls were empty once more luckily, and Derryk hurried as best as he could while being careful with the plate. He sighed and took the stares slowly. It took several minutes, but soon he managed to make his way up. It was only a few more steps before he would have made his way back to her office now. He carefully balance the tray onto a single hand, before opening the door and slipping in and setting the meal down in front of her, cheeks still the same shade of bright rosy red.

 

[Devxx]

For a second Evon actually wondered if all the blood rushing to his cheeks would make his head explode. He was obviously embarrassed by all of this and it was only going to get worse from here. If he thought getting dinner for her was bad she had quite a few other errands that would make him completely red.

Brushing some loose hair behind her ear she went back to some paperwork on her desk as she waited for her evening meal to arrive. Most of the workers she hired were aware of their bosses tastes so at most he would get some sideways glances and a few snickers here and there. She hired all of them and made sure they signed contracts to keep quiet about everything that went on inside these walls. As long as they got their paychecks they couldn't care less what Evon did with her free time.

Once Derryk entered the room she could see he was having trouble balancing the tray as well as walk on those heels. Still, he managed to get the tray on her desk without falling on his ass or spilling the food all over the place. Evon pushed her chair back as she watched him with great amusement while his cheeks were still bright red. It was obvious he didn't have much experience as a waiter or walking in heels. Well, he'd be getting used to that soon enough.

Clearly her throat Evon looked up at him expectantly. "I believe you've forgotten something." She said as she pointed towards the block of cheese and the grater that was on the tray next to the plate of pasta. Reaching over she slid her hand up his leg as she started moving it in a circular motion on his butt like she was waiting for something.

"It's a little sign. Each rub is the number of times you should grate cheese on my plate. If you're going to survive her I suggest you start picking things like this up." Her tone was completely light hearted as if she was having a pleasant conversation with him instead of telling him the conditions of his forced servitude. It was his first day so she was taking things fairly light on him but he'd learn that Evon was someone who demanded perfection and wouldn't deal with mistakes easily. If he forgot any of her rules there would be quite a few punishments he would have to face.

Her hand continued to rub his ass under the dress five more times as she waited for him to pick up the cheese and grater. It wasn't as if she couldn't do it herself either, she just wanted to see how far she could push him on his first day before he finally flipped. Of course Evon had something special planned for his first night here but for now she was just playing with him like a cat who had cornered a plump little mouse.

 

[Zalvek]

< Sorry for the short reply/not replying quicker. Been busy with school and am a bit brain dead. x.x; >

Derryk made his way towards her desk and set down the tray. It took many steady slow steps, as the heels felt like stilts to him. A distance that should have taken him only number of seconds in regular shoes turned into a tedious task by adding high heels and a tray of pasta. Once he reached the desk and set the tray down, he let out a sigh of relief. Of course he had personally believe that his task was done now, but it seemed once more that Evon had many other plans for him still.

As she cleared her throat, he almost knew instinctively that she was planning more. Somehow he hadn't noticed the grater and cheese at the side of the tray before. Of course that made enough sense, and Derryk reached over towards the grater and prepared to add some cheese to the meal. What he didn't expect, was her hand slipping in between his legs again and making its way up to his butt once more.

He let out a gasp in surprise and jumped once more. He felt he wouldn't ever get used to that since she continuously managed to catch him off guard again and again with that maneuver. Derryk did his best to try and not react this time, as he bit his lip and remained silent. Or at least, he tried to as it was rather difficult to do so when she began to give rather firm rubs against his rear to indicate how many times he should grate cheese onto her dinner. This time Derryk bit his inner cheek and rotated the grater the six times to match her rather thorough groping.

 

[Devxx]

Evon shook her head and gave a small chuckle at the way he was reacting. He all but jumped out of his skin when she touched him though she really shouldn't have been surprised considering it wasn't often a strange woman who now owned you decided to grope you. Still, he managed to do what he was told without knocking over something or screaming bloody murder. Evon at least had to give him points for being able to get the job done.

After he finished grating the cheese she went back to happily eating away as she savored every bite of the delicious food. Her chef was one of the best in the world and he knew how to make all the food that she liked. As her fork brushed against the plate making small scraping sounds Evon didn't bother to give Derryk any further orders as to what he was to do next. For now he was just to stand there and wait for her to finish her food before she started telling him what the plans were for the rest of the day.

"I'm done. You can bring this back down to the kitchen." Evon said as she put down her fork and placed her napkin on the tray. "If you're hungry the chef probably made dinner for you to so I suggest you go and eat." He might be her new toy but that didn't mean she wanted him to starve on his first day there. Evon was complex in the way that she treated her toys ever now and then. She could be exceedingly kind and even maternal when need be but then again she also had quite a sadistic streak and could be downright terrifying when she needed to let some steam off. Of course Derryk would learn that all soon enough.

"When you're done eating I want you to meet me down in the basement and don't forget to bring my evening tea with you. If you get lost then just ask the butler or the chef." And with that he was dismissed.

 

[Zalvek]

Once he was done grating cheese Evon let his rear rest, and sat down to enjoy her meal. For a while he simply stood there and waited. However then the waiting became rather drawling. It seemed that she was the type to really savor and enjoy her food. Derryk's legs were soon getting tired and he shifted his weight idly back and forth from one leg to the either. Not intentionally, but rather subconsciously.

He didn't say much, and the room was silent aside from the occasional clink of the metal fork on the glass plate. He fingers laced together behind his back, fingers twiddling while waiting for her to finish up with her meal. When she didn't give him any orders, Derryk wasn't sure of what to do exactly. She didn't specify anything of the sort and that left him in a rather confused and awkward position.

Once she finished, he let out a mental sigh of relief, as he did not know how she would react to such. He nodded again before taking the tray and the finished meal from her. As he steadied the now empty plate on the tray, he made sure to make note of her desire to have him meet her in the basement afterward. He replied with a curt, "Yeah, I'll be sure to make me way down there." Of course, she hadn't pointed out where the basement was to him before on their little tour, so he would have to ask around after all.

Carrying the tray down was a much easier task. Knowing that there was nothing to drop inside of it now aside from the plates made the trip much quicker. For a moment Derryk had even forgotten his little outfit. That was, until he reached the kitchen and the chef eyed him for a moment again. Derryk avoided eye contact and set the tray down near the sink. The chef chuckled to himself before offering a plate some left over pasta from the cooked meal to him.

Derryk didn't find himself wanting to actively sit and dine in the dining room, and ended up just sitting near the kitchen, eating quietly. It was possibly some of the best pasta he had ever had before. Oddly enough the gropings from before had distracted him from it's savory scent. However now the food had his full attention.

The meal helped take his mind off of things, and also helped to fill him as well. He sighed before moving to set the dish and fork into the sink. He had seen that where the tray had once been, had now been replaced with another smaller tray with a small cup and a pot of tea. The chef saw him return into the kitchen and reminded him that the basement was down the first hall on the right. Derryk gave his thanks before lifting the tray and making his way over there. The door was easy enough to find, and the descending staircase made the basement an obvious sight. Slowly he made his way down the stairs, anticipating that Evon would be down there.

 

[Devxx]

The woman simply leaned back in her chair and watched him leave before getting back to her own work. So far he hadn't protested completely but his reactions were still hard to judge. He had managed to remain silent even as she groped him and hadn't said a word while he waited for her to finish her meal. No doubt standing up on those heels had been annoying but the boy had managed to get through it. This only served to give Evon hope that maybe her little plan might just work out after all. Whining got on her nerves easily but Derryk had managed to be surprisingly restrained through all of it.

How long that restraint would last though, she had yet to find out. Finishing the last bit of paperwork she had left the woman got up from the desk and turned off the lights before closing the door behind her. Her work was done for the day and she was well fed which meant the rest of the night could be spent having some fun. After all, what was the point of work if you couldn't have some play time later?

She purposely hadn't told her new pet where the basement was and left it for him to figure it out himself. He'd have to get used to navigating around the house eventually and her orders could often times be vague at best so the sooner he became accustomed to it the better.

The basement had originally been a large wine cellar connected to the gym but the mansion had been renovated a few years back leaving this large space completely open. Not liking things going to waste, Evon had renovated the basement into her own little playroom of sorts. Though it was dimly lit when one finally got to the bottom of the stairs they could see that it clearly resembled a dungeon. There were chains hanging from the walls where people could be chained to as well as all sorts of whips and paddles neatly placed on the tables on the left wall. Different contraptions and objects were also laying here and there but there could be no doubt that this wasn't an ordinary sort of basement.

Reaching the bottom Evon walked over to one of the chests and pulled out a change of clothes before stripping off her business suit. It had been fine while she was working but this was another matter altogether and her new pet would soon find that Evon did enjoy playing dress up. Part of the time he'd be acting like a life sized doll for her and if he thought the maid outfit was bad there were quite few other things she had in mind for him that would make it pale in comparison. Ditching the skirt and the blazer she instead donned on a dark red corset along with skin tight leather pants and knee high black boots. The whole outfit was fairly intimidating and that was exactly what she wanted.

She heard the door open before steps were being taken down signaling that Derryk had managed to find the basement and was bringing her the tea she had asked for. Taking a seat on the table in the middle she crossed one leg over the other waiting for him to finally make his way down. No doubt this would all come as a bit of a shock to him once he realized just what was going on but that was just fine for her.

"Welcome." Evon said in an almost friendly tone that seemed in contrast with what she was wearing and their current setting. "If you could just place the tray on the table. I then want you to bend over the table with your palms flat down in front of you." No doubt a strange order and it wasn't going to end up as anything good.

 

[Zalvek]

< Sorry I took a while. I've been a bit distracted mentally, to say the least. >>; >

The steps down the stairs were slow, as the staircase was dim enough that the extra precaution couldn't have possibly hurt. Derryk could feel the climate change as he descended down the stairs and made his way into the basement. He couldn't help but wonder why in the world she would spend her tea time down in the basement, when there were already so many places such as the main living room to relax in. However by the time that he reached the basement and saw his surroundings, the reasoning behind it was much clearer.

Of course Derryk had eventually figured out that Evon was a woman who was quite open sexually, or at least with him. Yet the basement's decorations offered a new glimpse into just what her interests were like. For a moment he paused while his eyes flickered over all of the devices like the whips and floggers lying on the table, and many different machines which he himself wasn't even familiar with.

It took several moments for Derryk to even notice what Evon was wearing. No longer was she in the business formal wear from before. In her place was what he could only perceive as a leather-clad dominatrix straight out of one of those bondage porn videos that he happened upon while perusing the internet. Even though he was taken aback by the entire outfit, he could not deny the arousing nature of her appearance, and its eroticism in its entirety.

It was only when she spoke so casually, as if nothing was different from before that Derryk managed to snap out of his small trance. He nodded his head with a bit of hesitation before stepping towards the table, his legs slightly shaky still in shock. Setting the tray down was the easy part, the difficulty came from bending over the table. He set the tray down near the middle and stepped away for a moment before letting his palms grab the edge of the table. His back arched accordingly, until his rear was jutting out slightly. With a blush of the cheeks, he asked, "Like... Like this...?"

 

[Devxx]

(( Don't worry about it, I understand. ^^ ))

She watched him with faint amusement as he set the tray down on the table before bending over it with his palms on the cold wood. She hadn't missed the way he was looking at the scenery before looking at her and the nervousness in his voice. No doubt this wasn't what he was expecting when he heard he'd be working here but then again one never really expected that their father would use them as collateral on a bad debt either.

"Yes, like that." Evon said pleasantly enough and she jumped off the table and walked around him to examine him from all angles. The way he was bending over and the shortness of the skirt made the entire outfit ride up revealing more skin then he probably would have liked. As she passed behind him she traced her hand over the smooth flesh before walking over to where the tray was. Picking up the tea pot she poured it gingerly onto the cup as the steam wafted into the air filling it with the slight smell of chamomile. Putting down the pot she picked up the cup and blew on it gently before walking back over to Derryk.

With the tea in place she walked back behind him and placed a hand on the back of his thigh before gently brushing it up under the skirt before she gave his rear another squeeze. Then, using her other hand, she threw the skirt of the outfit up so that his rear was exposed. Playfully at first, she rubbed her hand of the soft flesh feeling it under her palm and watching Derryk for any signs of what he was thinking. Then without warning she lifted her hand up before bringing it back down on his ass so that a loud smacking sound bounced off the walls and a red hand print could be seen on his skin. This continued on for the next couple of minutes as she changed up the pace and force always leaving him to guess what was going to happen next.

"Now then pet, you and I are going to be playing a little game." She was still smiling at him as if she was talking about something like hide and seek or monopoly. Leaning over she placed the cup on the very center of where his palms met before stepping back. No doubt the cup was hot but that would be the least of his problems before very long. "I'm going to have some fun and you're going to try your hardest not to spill a drop of tea. I really do suggest you concentrate on that task since if you fail you will be punished."

 

[Zalvek]

It seemed that he had managed to at least get the bending over part correct. For a while Derryk stood there supported up against the table. His eyes followed her as she stood up and exited his line of sight, slowing down just enough to let her fingers linger along his legs. A shiver of embarrassment jolted through his body under her touch, and it was gone just as quick as she made her way past his body.

Evon poured herself a cup of tea, and the gentle fragrance of the flowery chamomile leaves made their way to Derryk's nose. He thought her hands would have both been occupied with the tea cup, but she managed to find a hand to get a firm grasp on his butt. Although he had managed to remain quiet up until now, he couldn't help but gasp this time, and just as quickly her fingers flipped his skirt up and the cool basement air brushed onto his skin. He bit his lip lightly and felt his cheeks flush red.

Suddenly without warning, her hand pulled away to immediately strike down firmly to his exposed flesh. A yelp came from him this time, and his entire body jumped up slightly. Before he could react her hand came down once more. And again, and again, until his cheeks were left a warm shade of red. Derryk tried to bite his inner cheeks and stay quiet, but with every strike he felt his need to cry out in slight pain and surprise increase.

When she finally paused, he was left panting and exhausted. His rear flaming hot from her swats, and his legs trembling with equal intensity. His eyes fluttered as she spoke to him once more. A sweet smile was on her face that had the subtle hint of sadism, that he had only just noticed for the first time. She leaned down to place the same cup of tea, which she had yet to drink from onto his palms. The heated china was warm to the touch, and soon the tea was leaving his skin rather hot. Still, she demanded that he ensure none of the tea was to spill. Derryk bit his lip, as he assumed it wasn't going to just be a matter of staying still. Even though his body was shaky and trembling from her first strikes, he did his best to brace himself for whatever Evon had planned next.