Scott's Dominant Fantasy (6 page)

"There's no need for either of us to go first, we'll shower together. You don't mind showering with me, do you, Scott?” April looked at me as if I nothing was more natural than her solution.

"No, not at all.” It had been my dream, since our breakup, to once again shower with this beautiful creature, but I wondered if would be as I dreamed it. As her slave, it seemed unlikely I would get the carnal thrills I'd dreamt of, but still I wanted to do it. Just to be close to her naked body was a privilege.

"Well, come on, strip down.” At her insistence I stripped off everything and before I knew it I was naked in the shower beside April's gorgeous body. First she had me soap her chest and then her back before she rinsed off the lather. In minutes my cock rose to full staff and she grabbed hold of it.

"There, nice and hard for me, let's get you cleaned up. It's a pleasure to clean you when you're smooth so remember to stay that way.” Her hands left my cock and she began to soap me down scrubbing my chest, arms, neck, belly and back before her attention returned to my jutting manhood.

"I suppose you'd like to cum, wouldn't you. You're hoping I'll clean your shaft and make you lose control and cum in my hands. Well maybe I can let you, if you answer a few questions for me honestly."

With her hand gripping my engorged shaft tightly, she had my full attention.

"Do you think you're big, Scott? I mean all guys see themselves either as big or not so much and then they try to tell themselves size doesn't matter, right. How do you see yourself?” Her tone seemed non-committal as if she had no opinion on the subject, but that seemed unlikely since we had once been lovers.

Of course, I had to take a moment to think for it wasn't a question I expected. First I thought of the women in my life, all the way back to my first high school girlfriend, and considered what they had said, but this turned out to be no help. It suddenly hit me that all through my life no woman had ever commented in any way about my manhood. Did this fit into the old saying if you don't have anything good to say, say nothing? Somehow I worried that it might.

"I'm not sure really. I've never gotten much feedback. I guess I've just accepted the lack of complaints as positive.” What I really wanted to ask was what did she think for in truth she was the only female whose opinion on this subject truly mattered to me.

"Really, well, I guess that isn't surprising. There's the old saying; if you can't say something nice say nothing at all and it applies here. When we were first together, before I discovered you submissive tendencies, I kept thinking I should encourage you to try one of those penis enlargement methods because there isn't much sensation when you enter a woman.” April paused, squeezed my turgid shaft and then looked right into my eyes. “Of course after I realized the kind of guy you were, I stopped thinking that and just dealt with the situation until that Saturday night. I guess it was a good excuse to pull away, but back then I didn't even realize what big was when it came to cocks. It wasn't until I met Paulo that I was enlightened to the benefits of size.” She looked at me with falsely sad eyes which seemed to say I needed to know the truth.

I was completely unsure how to respond. What did she want of me?

"Too much information, Scott, I understand, but you did need to know. Now rinse yourself and dry off, but don't you dare have an accident.” April bolted from the shower and grabbed a towel leaving me to rinse and contemplate my newly proclaimed small penis.

Once she was toweled off, April delved into her bag and I watched with wide, unbelieving eyes as she put on what was simply the most gorgeous outfit I'd ever seen her in. After slipping on a white thong and a lacy, white, demi bra, she squeezed into a tight white PVC skirt and tiny pink halter top which left her tummy bare and her breasts looking enormous. She was eminently fuckable, but of course not by me.

"Now you, panties first. I assume you have a fresh pair or are they all stained with last weekend's deluge of semen?” She giggled and I sheepishly moved to the bureau to retrieve a pair of black panties from the bottom drawer.

"Oh, you look so sexy in black, Scott.” She laughed, but as I pulled them up my problem became apparent. I was still as hard as I'd ever been, sporting my small yet rigid diamond-cutter erection which pointed up toward my belly.

"Oh, that won't do even though I am allowing you to dress like a man tonight.” April paused and looked around before she decided. “Take them off, slave. We'll have to calm you down."

As I slipped the panties off, April pronounced my sentence as if it was no big deal. “Get back in the shower and we'll run some cold water over it."

Unfortunately I let my arousal and the masculine need to spurt get to me. I felt desperate. “But couldn't I just stroke it, please. I'll come for you Lady April and it'll only take a few minutes."

April shook her head. “No way, not before we meet my Master. If I allowed you relief now, Paulo will think I am a joke as a dominant."

"But, Lady April, how would he know?” I pleaded and I did wonder how Paulo could know.

"Believe me, he'll know, he just will. He knows things like that, but I will offer you another solution, it's faster, but perhaps more trying. You may have the cold water, or I'll use ice which I assume you have.” April's smug face made it apparent to me I would not have relief now.

April monitored me through the open shower door to make sure I kept my cock in the frigid spray until it shrunk to smaller than it's normal flaccid size. Then she had me dry myself and put my panties back on while she picked out an expensive gray suit from my closet which I normally reserved for special occasions. I didn't object because it seemed appropriate to me for in fact there might never have been an occasion more special and important than this in my entire life.

Finally we were both dressed and it was time to go to the restaurant. As we got back into my Miata with April again behind the wheel, she turned to me. “Unzip your fly and pull your penis out. Don't get it hard, I just want you to display yourself for me."

I was surprised and I didn't see the point at first. “Why do I . . ."

"Don't question me! Just obey me.” April screamed before she explained further. “In the future I'll may choose to have you display yourself often, simply to show others your true gender and humiliate you, so you'd best get used to the idea.” Her tone calmed somewhat, but it was still firm and I sensed she was delving ever deeper into our game.

When I pulled out my limp penis, I learned an important lesson in submissive masculinity as it seemed so much more embarrassing to display the soft shriveled version of my penis than it did the larger, harder, more virile erection. At first I looked at my tiny manhood and hoped it would rise up and make me proud, but I soon became confused as to whether or not I really wanted that. It seemed my penis had become an oddly abstract part of my body; something which gave me pleasure but was no longer mine to control.

Mostly we rode in silence and I felt uncomfortable especially when April occasionally reached over to pat or fondle my penis. I decided to try to engage her and perhaps learn more about her life with Paulo and what kind of man he was.

"My Lady, you said you and Paulo went camping over the weekend. How did that go?” I tried to be acutely polite so she have no reason to be mad at me.

April paused a moment like she was savoring her memories of the past weekend. “It went well for me. I served Master and as I hoped he made me his slut forcing me to serve others. Recently he's been saying it's important to train me to serve whomever he desires, even strangers and . . . well . . . I don't mind because it really turns me on."’ She paused and I could almost see her seemingly transform before my eyes. Her voice, which had been so demanding before became softer and sexier as the submissive April emerged.

"Could you tell me what happened. I'd love to hear about it.” I tried not to sound too interested for fear she would say no, but it was truly hoping she'd fill me with her submissive sexual experiences.

"I'll tell you because Master says you learn as much from what I do for him as what I do to you. We went to a state park up north with a lake and we camped in a very secluded area for backpackers. On Saturday afternoon, two of his friends, guys he knew before me, arrived. I'd seen pictures of them, but when he told me to put on my red bikini and pack a picnic lunch for the four of us I knew something was going to happen.” April's voice seemed to get more breathy and sexy as she went on.

She shook her head and looked sheepish for just a moment. “Later I met Karl, a sort of dreamy-looking, blond-haired guy, and Thomas, a tall, handsome, black guy on the beach and we talked a little bit, but I felt there eyes on my body from the very first moment. It was like I knew Master would give me to them, but he needed to tease me first. Then we went swimming and in the process of playing and frolicking in the water, they managed to get my bikini top off and they began fondling my breasts. It didn't bother me when Thomas took my bottom off as long as Master said it was okay. More and more I wanted them to fuck me and soon we went back to camp and Master told me to serve the picnic lunch as I was. So I served them and they touched me all over, but then Master came up with a really hot idea.” April paused and I knew she was back in the moment, but I wanted to hear what happened.

"So then what?” I pleaded.

"He always thinks of something novel and this time was no exception. He smiled at me and said they needed a table and would I mind serving in that capacity. Oh fuck, I thought by that time I would have done anything to have them touch me more. So there I am, on all fours like a dog with three guys eating a picnic lunch off my back. Occasionally they pushed tidbits of food in my mouth, but more often they touched me, anywhere they wanted to. Fondling, caressing, and pushing fingers into holes until I was literally shaking with sexual desire. Master kept warning me to be still and slapping my ass hard when I wasn't, but near the end of lunch I just couldn't anymore. I was crazy to be fucked.” April was nearly shouting now as her passion was aroused.

"Did you, My Lady, did you get . . .” I was sure I felt April's sexual urgency inside me and I needed to know she gotten what she wanted.

"Fucked, I certainly did, multiple times by all three of them.” April made a sharp left turn with precision and whipped through the parking lot to bring my Miata to a stop. “Maybe someday you'll get fucked by three guys, Scott. Would you like that?"

This last question brought the whole fantasy to a conclusion for me as the idea was at this point not acceptable. I still had many inner walls to be broken down.

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It must have been close to eight because April's eyes began scanning the parking lot, I assume for some sign of Paulo's vehicle.

"Come on, time to go inside. I don't want Master to arrive before us and have to wait.” April bolted from the car and I followed and I found I was walking a step or two behind her so I tried to catch up so we could walk side by side. However as soon as I got up beside April she reacted negatively to my presence.

"No, you should walk behind me. Couples walk together, but we're not a couple.” Her words hit me hard, but I knew she was right. I was her slave and I had no right to expect to be treated like a lover.

Once we got inside, April took charge asking the maitre ‘de for a table for three which we were seated at in minutes. Once again I got caught in the no man's land between lover and slave as I tried to be gentlemanly by pulling out April's chair. She gave me a cold stare which told me not to do it again. Once she was seated, I reached to pull out the chair beside her at the round table, but she stopped me. I had assumed she would sit between Paulo and I, but when she pointed to the third chair which was separated from her by the empty chair I had intended to sit in, it hit me. Paulo would sit between April and I and this brought the point home to me dramatically. He was her Master and lover, not me.

Once I was seated, April gave me curt but clear instructions. “When my Master arrives, do not speak until he speaks to you. Once he acknowledges you, greet him, and if he asks you a question, answer it honestly. He will feel you out and at some point he'll tell us what he's thinking about you, but that might not happen right here. If he doesn't speak to you, don't worry, it doesn't mean he doesn't accept you. It probably only means he's still forming his opinion of you, or he might want to see how you react to being ignored. Do you understand what I'm saying, Scott?” April's voice was insistent that I understand, but her firmness only made me more nervous about meeting her Master.

"Yes, I understand, Lady April.” Already I felt awkward, like the whole restaurant was looking at me as I sat a chair away for her and now my anxiety began to steadily rise higher as we waited. Fortunately, it wasn't long before April's eyes shifted and then focused on a tall, dark-haired young man who as he walked across the restaurant floor seemed to be receiving more than admiring glances from most of the women there. As he approached our table, he smiled at her and moved with the fluid confidence of someone who knows every female eye in the room is not only watching him, but desiring to be with him. What surprised me was he was not at all dressed up like we were, but instead he wore the simple white uniform shirt and dark blue pants of a city fireman. Well over six feet tall, Paulo's light brown skin matched April's and it was evident how his uniform bulged with rippling muscles no doubt obtained from hard workouts with the machine I had seen hanging on their bedroom door. In short, he looked like a Hispanic god who women might worship and for the first time I realized why April was as devoted to him as she was. I had to admit she would have been crazy to choose me over him.

"You look amazing, but I nearly didn't make it. We're shorthanded and the lieutenant nearly bagged me for another half shift. Luckily, I got out of it.” Those were Paulo's first words spoken directly to April as he sat down beside her. He never even looked at me.