its morning and you’re eating breakfast by yourself on a Saturday, you got up early out of habit to do your morning chores before remembering you’re not home, you miss your parents, you hear a matronly voice from upstairs

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you were already up, I wanted to make breakfast for us”

She smiles sweetly and passes by you, she already has that perfume on, it’s a bit calming if not strange smelling

She goes to the kitchen

“Aww did you make enough for me? Thats so sweet”

she sits down next to you with her eggs and toast and begins to eat

“Will you pass me some orange juice sweetie?”

You hand it over, feeling almost maternal yourself as you do so. She smiles at you gratefully, taking a sip before continuing with her breakfast. As you sit there eating your own food, you notice that she keeps looking at you in this... special way. It's like she's really seeing you for the first time or something.

"I wanted to ask you," Miss Victoria begins, setting down her fork and turning to face you fully, "how long are you planning on staying with me?"

You tell her what your parents told you, about how they'll be gone for a few weeks while they attend a conference or something. She nods along, but seems surprised when she hears that it's been over a week already.

"Well... I was wondering," she says hesitantly, "if maybe you could stay here with me permanently." Her voice trails off as if waiting for

"Oh darling," she says, patting your hand, "I've already taken care of everything. Your doctor faxed over all the information and my friend at the pharmacy said they could set me up with whatever you need." She looks so sweetly into your eyes when she says this, it takes a moment for what she's really implying to register.

"You mean... I could stay here?" you ask, your voice cracking just a little. "With you?"

Victoria smiles warmly and nods her head. "Yes, silly boy," she says with a laugh, reaching over to ruffle your hair affectionately, "you can stay here." Her perfume fills the room again as she leans in closer to you, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "As long as you want to..."

You stammer out a response, your face burning with emotion. "F-forever, please." It feels strange saying it, like admitting something that you never even knew was in there, but somehow this woman has brought it out of you. And she seems so happy about it. Her grip on your arm tightens in a sort of maternal possessiveness as she says:

"Well then, I'm very glad to have you here."

Her eyes flicker over your body briefly before focusing back on yours, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like for you to belong only to her. "Perhaps we should make this official," Miss Victoria suggests with a sultry tone, "and see if there are... certain things that we could do..."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought. This woman is older than your parents - maybe even old enough to be your grandmother! But she's so beautiful and dominant, it only makes you want her more. Without thinking twice, you nod eagerly, your heart racing.

"Yes," Miss Victoria says with a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her lips, "I think that would be... wonderful." She reaches for the collar of your shirt, running her fingers along its fabric as if memorizing every detail, before leaning forward to kiss you softly on the mouth. The taste of her perfume is overwhelming and addictive; it fills your head like a drug, making you feel warm all over.

"From now on," she says when she pulls back from the kiss, "you belong to me." It's not a question, but a statement of fact. You nod ob

esiance, your lips parting slightly as you breathe in her scent. A small smile plays at the corner of Miss Victoria's mouth as she continues to study your reaction, her eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. She knows that there will be much for the two of them to explore together now; boundaries and limits they can test, roles they can play... The thought excites her beyond measure.

With gentle fingers, she lifts your chin up until your eyes meet hers. "You're such a good boy," she whispers, feeling something inside her melt at the sight of you looking up at her like that. And with each passing moment, it becomes harder for her to believe that this young man is really here, willingly offering himself up to her...

The scent of Victoria's perfume fills the room again, stronger now than before. You feel your heart race, your body tingle... and as you

smile back at her, dazed and slightly out of breath from the sensation of being so completely desired, it occurs to you that maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all... Maybe being with Victoria is exactly what you needed all along.

You lean in closer to her, unable to resist the pull any longer, your lips seeking hers once more as desire overpowers everything else. Your tongue darts out, eager to taste her skin and feel her warmth around you. She moans softly into the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist while using her free hand to cup your cheek tenderly.

"That's it," she murmurs between kisses, "let me show you just how good this can be..." And with that, she deepens the kiss even further, pressing their bodies together as she explores every inch of your mouth with her tongue. Her other hand slips lower, caressing your throat before dipping beneath your shirt to stroke your bare skin.

Her fingers dance across your chest and abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as she continues to kiss you deeper still. It's intoxic

ing, this feeling... you could never get enough of her touch or the taste of her perfume-laced breath against your skin. As if reading your thoughts, she murmurs something nonsensical in the back of her throat before pulling away from the kiss long enough to whisper: "Mine."

Her hand on your chest moves upward again, this time cupping one breast through your shirt as she rolls a stiffening nipple between thumb and forefinger. A groan escapes you as pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave; it feels like every nerve ending in your body is on fire.

"Mine," Miss Victoria says again, her voice even softer now, "you belong to me." Her grip tightens ever-so-slightly on your breast, sending shivers of desire coursing through you as she leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips

Mine. And with that, she finally releases you from the hypnotic trance of her perfume... at least for now. Your head clears slightly as reality comes crashing back in, and you realize what just happened between the two of you. But it feels so right, so natural... Like this was always meant to be.

Miss Victoria smiles sweetly down at you, her hand still resting on your chest as she traces lazy circles over your rapidly-beating heart. She can't help but feel a twinge of sadness that this moment has been interrupted by the return of clarity, but perhaps there will be other opportunities for them to play these kinds of games in the future...