To your shock, he offers himself to you entirely

A week later finds you sitting at your kitchen table, impatiently counting the minutes until Sam arrives. It has been...difficult waiting this long for him. After your cock has had one taste of his soft, tight holes your own furiously pumping hand seems like a hollow substitute to his willing submission. The many, many orgasms you wrung from yourself masturbating while remembering that blissful evening of pleasure never quite manage to satisfy you and you've spent most of the week flushed and aching with desire, your hard-on making it hard to even walk.

When you lectured your Freshman class and saw him sitting there in the front row as always, staring at you so longingly, it took every ounce of willpower you had not to call him sharply to you so he could kneel in front of your lectern and attend to the straining erection threatening to tear through your trousers. At the end of the class, he hung back, blushing and wriggling so adorably in his chair and begging you with those big, blue eyes of his to talk again. You had to wave him away rather more sharply than you intended so his cute, yearning looks didn't tear the tattered remnants of your dwindling self-control to pieces and have you ripping his clothes off then and there to mount him over a desk in your own lecture theatre.

Still, you know the wait has been necessary, for him to decide if this is what he really wants before it goes any further. You hope that night and what you did to him paints a vivid enough picture of what a relationship with you will be like for such an adorably willing boy, so he knows what he'll be getting into. Your sadistic side tingles with anticipation at the thought of having him naked and kneeling in front of you, to sate all your wicked desires and do with as you please. He enjoyed your cruelty the last time, so he knows what he's in for if he comes back. He's got no excuse once you start bullying him again, and that makes you shudder with hot desire. You've done extensive research over this week of frustration, trawling through New Female porn sites to find examples that suit your tastes that you could carefully hoard, bondage, degradation, rough sex, all of it so tempting to try on the soft, pretty boy who you're already half-convinced is yours to play with. It was so easy telling yourself you were just looking up proper technique to make sure you'd be able to keep him safe when the time came, but you were not so secretly aching with the desire to try a few things out on him for yourself. As much as you warn yourself to hold back and ease him in gently, you're sure you won't be able to once he puts himself in your hands.

Then your doorbell rings and you jump to your feet, your very eager erection pressing tightly into your leg. Composing yourself for a moment, you step over to the door, trying to look as calm as possible and not like you're going to jump the boy as soon as you see him. There's still no guarantee he's going to want this, he could just be coming by to tell you to your face that it's over, only with the aching, longing way he told you he loved you when you tried to get him to leave before you just can't quite believe that. He loves you...or at least he thinks he does right now. That thought is almost as thrilling as your sadistic fantasies, almost. It makes your chest all warm and fuzzy to have a boy say that to you again, even if it is all just puppy love for the older woman who bedded him so vigorously and showed him pleasures he never dreamed of before. When you put it that way, what you did to him almost seems altruistic. Well, you'll have to keep being just as rough with him from now on, right? Since he enjoyed it so much? Chuckling lightly, you pause in the door for a moment, then grab the handle and take in a deep breath. With a calm smile fixed on your flushed face, you swing it open.

Sam is standing right there, the sight of him sending hot lust flooding through your body. Any thought of him wanting to end this vanishes at the adorable smile that blooms across his pretty face as he stares up at you, and the longing relief sparkling in his big, blue eyes. His pale cheeks flush that adorable shade of scarlet you like so much, and he shivers faintly, clearly rather dazed at how close you're standing to him already. You give him a long, admiring look, more of a hungry leer than anything, very much appreciating his cute pink collared shirt and how the skinny jeans he's wearing cling so tightly to that gorgeous butt of his. Biting your lip hard, you promise your straining cock it'll get the chance to slide between those two perfect cheeks soon enough and drive deep into his tender asshole. After a week of so much fantasizing and frustration, you're not about to let him get away without ensuring you're well and truly satisfied first. Perhaps you should keep him for the whole weekend. It's not like he has any friends here to miss him, how many times has he come to your office telling you that?

"Um...hey, Ms. Black." He stammers out as you glare down at him like a tiger about to pounce.

"Hello Sam." You purr, stepping back at last to give him room. "Come in." He hefts the shoulder bag he's carrying over one arm and steps into your flat without hesitation, his pretty eyes bright with eager anticipation. The boy doesn't seem worried at all about putting himself back in the hands of the woman who used him so roughly, and you're grinning to yourself as you shut the door behind him and lock it. Well, he can't complain when you do much the same to him, can he? After he's pulled off his shoes, you lead him back into your living room. He's a little jittery now, and the way he keeps glancing at you so eagerly you can tell there's something he's just bursting to say to you. As tempting as it is to strip him bare and get your aching cock shoved back down his throat and **** him out, you promised yourself you'd hear him out properly and respect his decision, so you sit down on your couch and ask him to join you. Instead, he shuffles up to stand in front of you, blushing scarlet and staring at your face with that same longing devotion you found so thrilling after you used him roughly.

"Ms. Black..." He begins, his voice soft and breathless. "I know you're worried I'm not serious about being yours, but I promise...I really am. I've thought so much about it, and this is what I want. It's all I want. I love you, and I never felt anything as right as when you took me that way. You can do whatever you please with me, be as mean as you want, I'll be happy with anything, I promise, so long as it's...you." He gasps out the last word, his long lashes fluttering cutely.

"Sam...that's very sweet." You smile back at him, but inwardly your brain has fixated on certain words, the longing, breathless way he lingered over them. So, he wants you to be mean to him, huh? You remember how hard he came when you told him how pathetic he was, or slammed him into the bed. Mean, huh? Yes you can definitely be that. Before you can do much of anything though, the hapless boy reaches into his shoulder bag and pulls out a printed piece of paper. He's shivering as he holds it out to you, his pretty blue eyes fixed longingly on your face. "What is this?" You ask, gazing curiously at the page in his trembling hand.

"Just like you told me to, I researched what I wanted you to do with me and I came up with this." Sam continues, his scarlet cheeks flushing even darker as he stammers out the words. "It's a promise, Ms. Black." You take the page from his hand and glance at it.

"Is this...?" You gasp in shock, your stunned gaze flickering over the words printed out on the page, and Sam's little signature scrawled at the bottom along with today's date. The title leaps out at you in blocky letters at the top of the paper. 'Contract of Ownership'. It's clumsily written, but with a real effort to appear just like a legally binding document, one that's essentially making Sam into your possession, with flowery prose promising his willing submission and obedience to your every whim once he's yours. There's not a word about limits or guidelines on your part, in fact it's very explicit that you can do whatever you want with him, the only obligation on your end a promise that he'll always belong to you alone. There's nothing binding about it, but so long as Sam's willing to hold himself to it, which it very much seem like he is, this page is offering you complete freedom to do absolutely anything you want to him. You glance back at the boy, your mouth hanging open, even as the thought sends a warm pulse of shivering pleasure through your body. He wrote all this...just for you? He wants to be your...**** essentially? You shudder in desire...so many wicked fantasies you've had over the years are suddenly coming to fruition. Your massive cock is painfully hard now and it's a struggle not to just launch yourself off the couch on top of the boy and shove it deep in one of his holes.

"I wanted to show you I was serious." Sam explains, resolve clear even in his high, trembling voice. You **** yourself to listen. "I read a lot online about...people like me, who need someone to own them to feel right. That's who I am, Ms. Black, I've always known...even if it took you and that wonderful, amazing night you gave me to make it clear to me. I want to be yours, forever, to belong to the woman I love. If you sign that page, you're saying you accept and you'll make me your own. Otherwise, you don't want me and I'll go." He sniffles at those last words, his blue eyes glistening with tears.

After barely a moment, you reach into your pocket and draw out a pen. Sam gasps out at the sight of it, trembling like a leaf in front of you. The look of warm, aching relief in his eyes as you lay the contract in your lap and awkwardly sign your own name right next to his is enough to convince you that this was the right choice. He wants this...he needs this, that means you can do whatever you want with him from now on.

"I'll keep this with me." You grin hungrily at him, lifting the marked page up to show him your signature. "And I'll make a copy so you can have one for yourself, just to make it all nice and official." You pause a moment as he shivers and gasps with relief. "Thank you for this, Sam." You murmur. This is the first time...anyone has done something like this for you, put themselves entirely in your hands like this. It's...a rather special gift, and you mean to put to it to use. This weekend is going to be even better than you dreamed.

"I know, that's why I chose you. I'm yours now, Ms. Black." Sam whispers, his eyes alight with eagerness at those sweet words. He slips the bag from his shoulder and lets it drop to the ground beside him, standing in front of you, open and willing. "You can do whatever you want with me...I er...I'd really like you to do anything you want with me" The flush coloring his cheeks and his panting breaths suggest he's more than a little excited at the prospect. Your cock twitches eagerly, and already you can feel your hot lust rising at the thought of just what that can mean.