Scott's Dominant Fantasy (8 page)

When I first stepped in front of her open entryway what grabbed my eye was her long legs encased in beautifully sexy, light-blue stockings or perhaps they were pantyhose, I wasn't sure yet. She wore a white pleated skirt which was shorter than usual no doubt to show off her sexy legs. It seemed strange, but as soon as I saw the stockings, I didn't think of sex I thought about what it would be like to wear them and be able to run my hands up and down the sheer nylon anytime I wanted. That vision soon morphed into an image of me on my knees tonguing my way up the nylon around April's inner thighs to get to her pussy and taste its sweet nectar. I cleared my throat to announce myself so as not to surprise her. “May we talk, Lady April?"

Without looking up from her work, April replied in a businesslike tone. “Do you have something important to say, Scott? Have you made some decision?” Her voice seemed somewhat distant as if she was not particularly interested in simply chatting with me.

"Well, I need information, please. I need to know more about what you want to do with my . . . you know.” Still outside her office, I felt it best not to say penis.

"Oh, so it's information you want. You don't want to stare at my legs.” April turned toward me and brazenly opened her legs wide to reveal the blue nylon she wore was indeed pantyhose or tights. The fabric was so light and diaphanous I could easily see her pussy lips through it. “Do you like my sexy tights, slave? I wore them for you. Perhaps if you're good we can get you some colorful sexy tights of your own. Maybe pink, yes, I think pink might be your color. Sissies look good in pink.” April's voice was a low, coquettish hiss intended to aid her nylon-sheathed pussy in driving me crazy.

I was mesmerized, but I managed to blurt out. “Yes, I like them, My Lady. May I touch them?"

April closed her legs and partially turned her chair back to her desk. “You may come in, but you'll have to earn the privilege of touching them. Now what sort of information do you think you need so badly?” Deftly April had moved the conversation back to my reason for coming to her.

It took me a moment because it was suddenly warm and hard to concentrate. As I came closer to her desk I couldn't push the image of her light-blue nylon shrouded pussy from my mind. “Well . . . what do I have to do exactly? How do you intend to control my cock, My Lady?” Being inexperienced with the BDSM scene, I had a fear of what was unknown to me and I was hoping more information would calm those fears so I could say yes to what she wanted.

"As I said before, it would be locked with a device. The big difference for you would be how real things become physically. So far things have been mostly a mental game for you, Scott, where you've gotten little tastes of real submission. Paulo and I hoped that after last Friday night you might be willing to take the plunge so to speak. Are we wrong?” April gave me a big-eyed look of surprise.

"No, not at all, I think I'm just afraid. I need to know more of the details of what's going to happen, My Lady.” It felt even more submissive, unmanly, to completely admit to her the only thing holding me back was fear.

"Ohh, poor baby, but there's nothing to fear. I believe Paulo told you that Friday night. Don't you believe him?” She let her voice show distress at this possibility.

"I guess I do, but I'm just not sure. I don't really know him yet, not like I know you. Couldn't you just tell me more?” Now I could hear the whiny quality of my own voice, but I didn't really care.

April pointed to the seat beside her desk and I sat down. “Paulo says that as a sub, you will not initially like everything which happens to you, but that's where your trust in your dominant comes in. Now I know and you know dominance is not my first calling, but do you trust me as your dominant, Scott?” April turned slightly to face my seat and parted her legs again, not quite as wide as before, but enough for me to see her pussy again.

My brain was pounding with need, both to climax and to serve, but it was hard to tell which need was greater. Under the pressure I broke down. “I do trust you, very much, but I need to . . .” There was a split second of indecision over which need had priority and then I begged. “Please let me lick you, My Lady, please let me taste your pussy.” Suddenly there was a brief moment of sublime awareness for me. In a crucial moment of decision I had opted to beg to give pleasure rather than receive it despite my desire for my own climactic relief. While this seemed to point clearly in the direction I wanted to go, my masculine mind found it unreal and simply couldn't believe I'd done it.

April smiled and reached down to touch her pussy, rubbing it through the nylon. “Yes, slave, I know you want your tongue there, but not yet. Now as for your fear, Paulo says fear is good and I agree. For a sub, it's the spice, the frosting on the cake as it were. You might also think of fear as a toll the sub pays to get to their special place.” Now April reached out and took my hand and placed it on the warm blue nylon of her inner thigh.

"Go ahead, slave, feel it, you know you want to."

All my thoughts of fear and her control of my penis simply evaporated as soon as my fingers felt her warm flesh under the smooth and silky nylon. Slowly, but with a cruel desperation I began to run my fingers up and down her legs, but what I really wanted was to touch her center to give her the kind of pleasure Paulo had on Friday night yet I didn't yet dare to.

"Paulo and I would like you to come over for a live session this coming Saturday, but it's up to you. Can you accept my control before then? Oh, and this won't be the only control or the only thing you might not like, there will be others. All slaves must feel their dominant's control in some way. I'm only starting with you little penis because, well, it's the head most men do their thinking with.” April giggled briefly at her remark, but then she lifted her legs and assumed a posture which if seen by our coworkers would have gotten both of us fired. With her legs straight up in the air, she spread them until they formed a letter V, which of course made it look as if she was offering her nylon-sheathed pussy to me.

"Go ahead and lick, slave.” April growled at me.

First I looked at the open doorway and felt terrified because anyone might walk by and see, but the power of April's open crotch was more than I could resist. Dropping to my knees, I crawled over and began to tongue the nylon over her sweet pussy. I swear it felt better than my own climax. As I continued to lap her now moist crotch, I felt her begin to move in response to my efforts and soon there was nothing on my mind but making her orgasm.

April let it go on, perhaps as long as she could bear without climaxing, before she pushed my head away and closed her legs dropping them back to a normal sitting position under her desk. She turned her attention to her computer screen as if she'd simply decided to go back to work.

"But, please, My Lady, don't you want me to?” I pleaded to resume my service.

"No, slave, you haven't earned that right yet, but you can if you give me your cock.” April replied in a businesslike tone.

Desperate to please her and feeling deprived of her sweet sex, I was as needy as I'd ever been and I capitulated. “Yes, Lady April, I will do as you say."

"See the box on the front of my desk?” April pointed to a perhaps 12X6 inch parcel sitting unopened on her desk.

"The device which will control your manhood is inside along with complete instructions on installation which will answer all your questions. What I require is you take the package home with you tonight, familiarize yourself with it and the instructions, and then, how shall I put this, well, install the device on you penis. Wear it into the office so I can inspect it and take possession of all three keys. Once this happens your life will change completely in a number of ways. You'll be allowed to service me sexually with your tongue and you'll be invited to our place this Saturday for your first full session as my sissy slave.” April reeled the whole thing off quickly and easily, as if it was well rehearsed, but I was stunned.

She looked over at me and saw my state of shock. “Please understand, Scott, you must cross this line. It is the only way you're going to get the attention you crave as my slave and become a pretty girl."

Not being experienced in BDSM, the greater part of my surprise was that this kind of device existed and now I would have to wear it. My confused mind finally organized itself enough to speak. “The device . . . does it . . . does it mean I can't get hard?” I mouthed the words in disbelief.

"Yes, you'll be locked up. An erection will be physically impossible and the mere attempt will cause discomfort. Listen, Scott, I know you must have some masculine pride left, but this is no loss the world. You were never a stud and from what I see you want to be a pretty girl, don't you? Part of making you think feminine is to redirect your attention from your penis because girls don't get erections.” April paused and when she continued she sounded exasperated. “I don't really understand your reluctance, Scott. I'm offering you what you've wanted all your life and what I'm asking is so small, literally. I would think you'd jump at the chance."

It all took time for the whole thing to seep in and be absorbed. I felt like the decision split me into two people because I could feel the rage and fear in my masculine side and the boundless excitement of my feminine side. For a while as this battle went on, I just sat there and stared at the parcel on April's desk as if it was a snake which was about to bite me, but I guess I knew how it all would turn out. Perhaps there was never any other possibility.

Slowly, like I was coming out of a dream, I looked at April, the beautiful face of she who would now own me, and my mouth began to form words. “Yes, Lady April, you're right. I should be grateful. I'll take the box home and do as you say."

My masculine side raged, screaming back at me how weak and stupid I was, but I understood the rage and let it pass. On my feminine side there were tears of joy as I was finally going to stop pretending to be what I wasn't and start trying to be what I'd always been.

April stood up and walked towards her office doorway as if she was leaving. “I'm going to lunch with Anita. Try not to lose your resolve, Scott. When I return I'll be happy if the box is gone, but if you get cold feet I'll leave the box there on my desk, all week. You'll have till Friday to take it home, but after that I'll have to assume you don't want to play anymore and the game will end. Do you understand?"

My eyes followed her long, nylon-sheathed legs as she strutted happily off to lunch, but then they returned to the box. Now realizing I could wait until Friday, I dismissed that thought because it would only be delaying the inevitable. I stood, walked over, and picked it up and I was surprised by its lightness. How could it be so light, I pondered, but as I walked back to my office a new feeling struck me and the fear passed. I had no expectation of this new emotion, but I swam in it as it flooded through me. The relief was palpable like I could have reached out and touched it and after reveling in the rising sense of exhilaration I knew I'd made the right decision.

That evening my eyes were opened in a way they never had been before. When I opened the box and took out the clear plastic device whose hard shell was shaped like my most cherished body part, it made me see how easily masculine power could be controlled. As I examined it I saw the hard plastic shell was connected to a ring which fit snugly, too snugly to consider pulling off, around my scrotum. Nervous and unsure, I followed the directions and put it on, just to see how awkward and uncomfortable it would be.

Once it was on, I realized it wasn't terrible as far as comfort and it did have a little hole in the shell near the tip of my penis through which to I could pee. However it soon became clear I had to sit on the toilet or I'd pee all over myself. It seemed clear this was a designed feature to take away one of the bastions of manhood; the coveted ability to pee standing up. This one tiny thing said volumes to me psychologically; from now on I would not pee like a man, but like a woman.

Having tested it and found I could wear I took it off and went to shower, but pretty soon my mind was thinking of April's wet sex through that thin blue nylon and I was rock hard. The only solution seemed to be to turn the water to frigid and thus lose my erection and I did, but after putting on a pair of silky pink panties and going to bed I found myself waking up in the middle of the night with a raging erection. I felt desperate to climax and upset about my lack of control, but it was gone and I jerked off as I thought of April's spread legs. After squirting cum all over myself, I felt incredibly guilty at having betrayed April and I knew what had to be done.

So it came to be that at 3:13 am on Tuesday morning, I locked myself into chastity in hopes that it would help me serve Lady April and be a good sissy slave.

The next day at the office was so different, like night and day compared with before and I wondered if it was real or if my locked up penis was already effecting my perception. To my surprise, April came to my office at about half past nine dressed in a slightly longer black A-line skirt and a dark blue silk blouse. She had abandoned yesterday's enticing light-blue tights in favor of black pantyhose, but she seemed more eager to interact with me.

"So, Scott, are you wearing it?” Playfully, she leaned over my desk to give me a peek down her blouse at her marvelous tits encased in a gossamer thin black bra which was almost see-through.

"Yes, I'm wearing it, but I . . . have to tell you something. I lose control last night and masturbated without your permission. I'm sorry.” I felt like a child confessing this to her, but I felt I had to do it.

"I see, well, I guess I can forgive you this time since it won't happen again anytime soon. Did you bring the keys for me?” She didn't sound angry at me which surprised me.

Reaching down under my desk, I grabbed the box and gave it to her. “All three of the keys are inside, as is those other parts. I didn't put them in. Are you going to put them in?” Instantly I got nervous as when I read the directions last night I had come upon a description of what were called points of intrigue and their purpose, to punish the male slave for even trying to get erect. The manufacturer had included what were essentially two tiny, sharp, metal spikes which could be inserted into the device pointing inward toward the flaccid penile flesh. Any attempt at engorgement caused the spikes to press into the sensitive penile flesh near the head which I could only assume would bring agonizing pain. I hadn't been able to bring myself to put them in for I was sure I would be fighting an erection quite often.