My Mother Was Right When She Met Him

I went to work at a professional office. It was a summer job. A week after I started my mother was downtown and she stopped by to take me to lunch. She met one of my bosses, one of the founders of the firm. She told me to be careful, I wasn't playing with a rubber dick, that man was going to fuck me.

Her prediction came true. He kept me like a China doll. Had sex with me and left me a g*ft on the pillow. Pearls, diamonds, semiprecious stones. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, solitaire stones. Once I had a decent collection he bought me purses, scarfs, flimsy pretty underwear. He kept me like a mistress, a pet, a toy. When I left for school at the end of the summer, he gave me a telephone for private conversations, an Ipad for school, and a secret bank account.

It's been some time since I became his mistress, his pet, his toy. I see him on Tuesdays and Fridays. And otherwise live alone.