Scott's Dominant Fantasy (11 page)

After each of us were properly dressed we had left the bedroom for the kitchen where April had prepared dinner as I stood cuffed and quite helpless watching her work. As she raced around in nothing but her black leather collar and nipple chain, I'd asked to have my hands released so I could help her, but her answer was no. I would be allowed to serve later, but preparing her Master's meal was her work.

Just before she finished cooking, April had paused and told me of a future image she had of me. She saw me laboring to prepare dinner in a kitchen in a pretty maid's costume before I served it to her and Paulo. Her image turned me on, increasing the pressure in my chastity, but for some odd reason making the butt plug felt less obtrusive deep in my ass.

"Kneel, Stacy, and look at the floor. Say nothing until you're spoken to.” These were April's words to me as I stood across the front room from her after she'd buzzed for Paulo to enter the apartment building. My nervousness spiked because in a few precious minutes Paulo would see me as I'd never imagined a man would see me.

I obeyed, but as I dropped to my knees I felt a tinge of shame as my ingrained masculinity rage at me. I was violating all the things my father, brothers, and peers of my gender had taught me about being a man and they were telling me it was wrong. All I could do was accept it and tell myself this was right for me.

April got to her knees too, right beside the apartment's front door, but as she did she slipped her nipple chain into her teeth and pulled upwards to pull the clips on her nipples painfully. I took this as a show of masochistic submission for her Master.

Seconds ticked by until the door simply opened and there he was in his fireman's uniform. Instantly he looked down at her and then he scanned the room and his eyes fixed for a moment on me. Of course, my eyes were supposed to be on the floor, as ordered, so I averted them there, but I could still feel him looking me over.

"You may serve me, slave.” Paulo's voice made me wonder for the briefest moment who he wanted to serve him, but logic told me it was April. Soon I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled and then a slurping gurgle easily recognizable as a slave passionately sucking cock. Knowing what was happening just across the room I had to fight the urge to look up and watch April worship cock. However my desire was too great and I simply had to look.

Oh my god.
What my eyes perceived was not like any carnal act I had seen before. April was swallowing Paulo's considerable shaft like a cock whore, forcing it deep down her throat as she gagged and her breasts shook with her effort to bring her Master pleasure. The sight of her submissive devotion turned me on, but my arousal brought a pointy question to mind. Was I excited because I wanted to be in Paulo's position, or did I desire to someday suck like April?

Paulo let her suck for a while, but then he touched her head and she stopped as if verbally commanded to do so. “Shall we put on a real show of submission, slave, for our audience?"

"Yes, Master, as you wish.” April replied.

Paulo reached down to April's dangling nipple chain and lifted it up and over his rigid shaft. His actions pulled April's nipples up even higher than having the chain in her teeth, but to my utter shock she kept sucking and driving her face down over his cock. Soon there were tears in her eyes yet she kept going despite her pain.

As April deep-throated his cock, Paulo looked over at me and asked. “Does our show excite you?"

"Yes, Sir, it does.” Having answered, I hoped he would not probe deeper and ask why, Paulo wasn't going to let me off the hook so easily.

"Do you know why?” He inquired.

I didn't want to say what I felt so I skirted the question. “Lady April sucks you with such devotion. It is a wonder to watch.” I knew this was only the surface of my feelings, but I hoped Paulo would not press me further.

"So you admire my slave. Perhaps you'll want a lesson in the future.” Paulo smiled and turned his gaze to his devoted slut gobbling her Master's cock in hopes of winning the reward of a mouthful of his cum. I suspected he knew how I really felt, but he didn't press me anymore.

As I continued to watch them, April's efforts got more passionate as if she needed him to shoot his load in her mouth and Paulo's face seemed to contort with the effort not to climax. It was a race and when Paulo finally pushed April's face away, I knew she had won a Pyrrhic victory by forced her Master to pull away from her warm, wet mouth and tongue least he give up her reward so early in the evening.

"Would you introduce our guest, slave? I don't believe I've met this lady.” Paulo demanded as he zipped up. There was no doubt in my mind that he knew who I was he was simply playing along with my new feminine look.

"Yes, Master, this is Stacy, my new slave, in her female form. I spent the afternoon working on her and although there will be some changes in the future I think she looks quite pretty, don't you?” April's voice showed some pride over how she'd transformed me from Scott to Stacy.

Paulo looked me over for a moment before he decided he needed to see more. “Well stand up, Stacy, and turn around so I can get a better look at you."

Not quite believing how much I wanted to please them both, I obeyed immediately, clumsily turning like some novice fashion model. Of course as I did this, feelings of humiliation and shame manifested themselves as Paulo inspected me.

Paulo's reaction was immediate and positive. “Outstanding, my dear, I never would have thought you could achieve a look this good so quickly. I mean I knew who would be here, but if I hadn't, well I might have been perplexed.” Paulo continued to stare at me as he moved toward me and his fingers touched my tissue-filled bra.

"Now I see why you begged me to fuck you in this outfit last night. How appropriate to have her wear things anointed with my semen. Despite what you think, my dear, you do have a talent for dominance.” Paulo turned to April and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

"Of course they're nowhere near your talents as a slave and it's in watching those that our little Stacy will learn so much.” Paulo turned back to me and ran his fingers down my bare belly making me shiver at his touch. His touch felt electric to me and I didn't understand why.

"May I?” He asked as his fingers came to the waist band of my tights.

It was a crucial moment, but I realized I wanted him to touch me. “Yes, Sir."

He ran his fingers down into my crotch, lightly touching the soft powder blue fabric covering my trapped clitty.

"Chastised, I see. I approve and locking her improves her look. Unsightly erections can be so annoying, but we'll talk more about her sexual needs at supper. Right now I'm going to shower and change. It's your decision of course, but I suggest we have Stacy serve dinner. I think she'll enjoy the experience.” Paulo patted my chastity as he looked me over one more time just before he finally departed into the bedroom.

"As you wish, Master.” April responded and we made our way to the kitchen to get April's Parmesan chicken casserole and asparagus ready to be served. As I followed April, I wondered if Paulo's touch would always feel like it did to me.

"Your clitty is trying to get hard, isn't it, Stacy?” April asked me as soon as we entered the kitchen.

"Yes, My Lady, it has never stopped.” The pressure alone was quite uncomfortable and I was so glad April had decided not to put the sharp points of intrigue in my chastity.

"Well then, let's give you some relief. I have to free your wrists to serve so let's free your clitty. I'm sure Master will be amused at what pops up in your sexy tights.” As she was no wearing my key, April hurried to the bedroom and quickly returned with it.

However as she unlocked me she warned me, “Don't you dare touch your clitty. If you do, or if you climax you'll be severely punished."

I was more than a little concerned that I'd just spontaneously orgasm because of the situation and the soft sensuous nylon which would encase my hardened organ. “But, My Lady, what if . . . it just happens?"

"No exceptions, no reprieves, if you touch yourself or climax you'll be punished.” April stated with resolve.

Clearly my sex life was no longer mine. It had become a form of amusement for others, but only because I seemed to want it that way.

By the time Paulo entered the kitchen in black leather pants and a red silk shirt, I was erect with the head of my cock pushing up close to the waistband of my tights. When Paulo saw me, I discovered a whole new level of humiliation to be so exposed in his presence. He smiled and they seated themselves at their kitchen table and I began serving the food, but it became impossible for me to not be intimately aware of every sway and bob of my erection.

There was silence until I poured Paulo's wine and then he made an observation with my engorged clitty facing right at him. “I see Stacy likes the changes you've made in her lifestyle. I expected she would. Do you have a plan to take her further indulging her deeper desires?” He wasn't speaking to me he was speaking about me and I knew it.

"Yes, Master, I plan to allow her relief in planned certain situations designed for my amusement and at some point, I haven't decided when, I intend to open her up as you suggested.” April turned to me. “Stacy, would you show Master your backside."

I'm not sure why considering the situation, but the idea of showing my plugged ass was somehow shocking to me. My surprise caused me to delay and that displeased April. No doubt she wanted to show Paulo how dominant she was so she leaned towards me and slapped my flank with all her might. “I said, show your plug, bitch."

"Yes, My Lady.” The crisp slap jolted me to action and I put down the wine, turned, bent over, and pulled my tights down over my bottom thereby displaying the pink plug in my ass. Wave of raw humiliation rolled over me and my male side raged over how I had allowed this to happen. No real man would do this.

However the bottom line was clear and despite my shame my clitty was so hard, so ready to explode. This experience was far more excited than any masturbatory session as a man had ever gotten me so I knew this was the way.

"Excellent, I hope you'll allow me to watch at least once, my dear. I'd love to critique your technique. You may stand up now, Stacy.” Paulo was looking right at me when I finally stood straight up and no doubt my face must have been red, but in my gut there was a smoldering desire which he addressed.

"Right now that plug is strange and uncomfortable to you, but you'll soon begin to desire it right where it is. When it's taken out you'll feel empty and deprived. Then when April starts fucking you, at first you'll be unsure if you like it, but gradually you'll begin to accept it and then enjoy being penetrated. It will begin to define you and you'll start acting like a little sissy tart begging for a good fucking. After that, well, who knows what might happen.” This was clearly another in a series of astute observations by Paulo yet as I listened and realized April intended to switch the sexual roles on me to become the penetrator rather than the one penetrated I could barely believe this was the life I wanted.

"April, what do you think Stacy wants more than anything right now?” Paulo seemed amused, but he was clearly treating this as an opportunity to teach both of us.

"That's easy, she wants to cum. Her clitty is probably harder than it's ever been before.” April's assessment was correct at least in my mind.

"Yes, but let's be more specific, shall we? What if we told her she would be stroked to climax, but gave her a choice of whose hand would be on her clitty to jerk it off? Whose do you think she'd choose?” Paulo was staring at my erection tenting my tights as he asked this.

"Well I suppose she'd want me to do it. She's a little unsure about being touched by you and she's more than used to her own hand, but isn't it my choice, Master, as to when she climaxes. I'm not sure I really want her to tonight. I'd like to build her desire.” April clearly seemed reluctant to end my chastity this soon.

Paulo was surprised by April's assertiveness, but he was also pleased. “Yes, absolutely, it is your decision and I'm glad you realize that. By all means keep her chaste if you desire, but in the meantime talk to her about how she feels and what she fantasizes about. This accomplishes two things; it allows her to vocalize her feelings and validate them with you which we know females need, but also by listening carefully to her you can get ideas, a sort of a road map of her submissive psyche, on how to best dominate her.” Paulo's capacity to not only do, but to explain and teach others amazed me.

"Really, I never would have guessed that. Does it truly work, Master.” April seemed all too impressed with her Master's acumen.

"It worked well with you, slave. You gave me all the ideas I needed.” He smiled and then turned his eyes to me. “It will work for Stacy too, believe me."

"So, Master, in reference to your question before, whose hand do you think Stacy wants on her clit?” April was already applying her lessons. She was probing her Master's mind.

"Oh it's not important what I think, what does Stacy think?” Paulo looked up at me in expectation of an answer.

This was confusing and suddenly I felt all warm and dizzy. I knew I couldn't say my own hand because they'd know I wasn't sincere, but each time I tried to decide between the two other choices I simply couldn't. “I'm not sure . . . it's hard to think. . ."

April looked angry at me as if she thought I was dodging the question, but Paulo observed. “Don't be angry with her, my dear. She probably can't think. See the confusion you've brought about is the result of the male mind trying to override its lifelong programming.” Paulo statement immediately raised April's eyebrows in curiosity.

"How do you mean?"

"Simple, the inner submissive, Stacy, knows the answer, but poor Scott is muddling things up with all he's been taught. He simply can't say it so every time he tries to think he runs into a roadblock of mental confusion. For the next few weeks there will be a battle between the two to see who really controls their desires. Apply gently pressure to her, but don't be too harsh if she has difficulty deciding as there really is a lot of inner turmoil going on. You see, the problem really is, poor Scott knows he's losing and men don't like to lose.” Paulo paused a moment before deciding. “Let's not confuse her too much now. Let's eat, before the food gets cold, there'll be plenty of time for games later.” With these words, Paulo ended the possibility of my sexual relief coming right now.