Scott's Dominant Fantasy (7 page)

April immediately moved her chair closer to him and to me it became obvious how differently she behaved in his presence. She fidgeted and immediately began to raise her chin to expose her neck while touching her hair. April was preening, displaying her body for her Master's approval and as I watched her do it I found I was getting turned on by her behavior.

As I'd been told, I remained silent, but as I watched them I wondered if she would introduce me at some point. Leaning forward, I hoped to catch her first words to him, but she thwarted me by moving in close to kiss his neck and then whispering in his ear before glancing at me.

"You did. Good for you. As I told you, to dominate you must be firm in the beginning. I'm glad to see you didn't give in to his need. Has he been obedient to you? No whining or refusals to obey?” Paulo's congratulatory tone and his questions indicated to me April had told him how she'd curbed my erection, not allowing me to climax. It was more than embarrassing.

"Yes, Master, he was obedient. At times he's been a little reluctant, but like you said it's all new to him. All in all he did well I thought.” April gave me an almost proud look and then she added. “I think he's been very anxious about meeting you."

Now Paulo turned his head and gave me a seemingly unfathomable look. His face wasn't angry or disapproving of me, but it wasn't approving either. He continued to stare and my fear rose sharply.
What does he want of me?

A tense moment passed and then Paulo's eyes broke the stare and his hand moved under the table close to my leg. “Does seeing my bitch dressed like this turn you on, slave?"

All I could think of was what I knew of pack behavior and it seemed to me Paulo was exercising his prerogative as the alpha wolf by staring and in a his own way snarling at a me to make me show deference to his authority so I did. “Yes, sir, very much."

"Good, did you know it turns her on to dress like the slut she is?” His eyes again demanded an answer.

"Ahhh . . . I suppose I did, sir. She has a very sexy body.” His questions might have been intended to freak me out, but I was proud they didn't and I was giving him what April advised, complete honesty.

"Excellent, well, let's see how much it turns her on.” With no warning to April, Paulo's hands slipped under the table and up under her tight PVC skirt along her inner thigh. My eyes went immediately to April's eyes and I saw them get wide when I assumed Paulo's fingers slipped into her slave cunt.

Paulo took his time; touching and perhaps penetrating deeply into her inner wetness until despite her attempt to maintain her composure a long, needy sigh came from April's lips. This seemed to be a signal to Paulo that he had her where he apparently wanted her and his hand left her in this condition, no doubt copiously wet, sexed up, and definitely needing more of his touch. He brought his hand just barely out from under the table so I could see his fingers glistening with her juices.

"Yes, my slut slave is quite wet, as I like her. May I touch you, Scott, just to illustrate a point? Don't worry, I'll be gentle.” Paulo was still looking me over, perhaps evaluating me, but he was smiling so I assume he was in a good mood and I wanted to keep it that way so I acquiesced.

"Yes, sir, of course.” I had no idea what to expect from him, but I felt refusing was the wrong thing to do right now.

With catlike quickness, Paulo brought his hand to my face and wiped his wet, pungent fingers on and under my nose. “There, slave, smell her juices. That should get you stiff again and maybe this time she'll let you cum. Are you beginning to get a picture of how your life will be as her bitch slave?"

Oh my god.
Stunned, I could barely believe what was happening to me. Here in a public restaurant a stranger, who was also a macho stud guy, had just wiped his fingers laden with his lover's pussy juice on my face. Of course he was right as the pungent aroma of April's sex was immediately beginning to arouse me, but how should I answer his question? Should I just get up and leave right now thereby ending this game of submission or should I let things flow onward?

Right now, I was both humiliated and aroused and I began to realize submission might be a more powerful sexual excitement than I had ever known. I had opened up to it and it was flowing rampantly in my veins now so how could I just stop, but how could a lifestyle I'd been almost unaware of two weeks ago be so powerful now? I felt as if I had no ability to stop even if I wanted to.

"Yes, Sir, I guess I am beginning to understand.” I paused and then more words just seemed to tumble out of my mouth as if by naked instinct. “I . . . feel humiliated, but I want it and I can't seem to stop wanting it."

Paulo laughed politely. “Yes, you put it well and be aware it's the nature of the beast for male submissives. Once they dive in, they often can't stop because the feelings are too powerful. Thankfully for you, you need not worry for there's no danger, I won't allow you to be harmed. Relax and try to enjoy the ride. I know April is.” Paulo turned back to April and touched her nylon-sheathed thigh. She froze for her Master, ready to instantly comply with his desires.

However all Paulo did was touch her and it was like he was turning on a machine. “You say you're aroused, but do you think you're more aroused than she is?"

I doubted it. So many things told me April was a smoldering volcano of lust that I didn't dare compare my arousal level with hers. “I'm pretty sure Lady April is more aroused than I."

Paulo smiled. “Good call, and you're right. She's a machine when it comes to sex. Allow me to demonstrate."

Here we were sitting in a busy eatery with people sitting all around us and staff whizzing by, yet I felt they were so attuned to each other as Master and slave that it made no difference to them.

"Ah, a pretty blonde girl, perfect.” Paulo quickly made a hand gesture to a young blonde waitress who of course immediately came to him.

"Are you our server, young lady?” Paulo inquired.

"No, sir, Crystal has this table, but she's been very busy. I'll be happy to take your order if you wish.” The girl's voice sounded somewhat breathless and I wondered if it was her labors or her proximity to Paulo which was to blame. Did every woman in the room want to be her?

"Excellent, but I'd like your assistance with another problem first. My girlfriend has some feminine issues and needs some assistance in the ladies room, could you be so kind as to help her?” Paulo smiled at the young girl.

At first she looked surprised, but her eagerness took over. “Yes, of course, sir. I'd be happy to.” The girl looked at April and to my surprise April licked her lips sensuously. Was April doing this to tell the waitress what sort of help she really needed? If so, the blonde girl seemed open to it.

Paulo whispered something in April's ear and the two women were off leaving me sitting alone with Paulo. As I watched April walk away, I had never felt more alone.

By the time April returned, Paulo had ordered for her and dinner was served. During the meal, April and Paulo engaged in rather mundane small talk about their day to day issues as if I was not at the table, but I was curious as to what had transpired between April and the blonde waitress.

At one point near the end of the meal, Paulo turned to me and inquired. “April tells me you're in charge at work, Scott? Does being in charge seem like a hassle to you?"

The simple truth was I didn't mind being the boss except when it came to April. “It's not bad, sir, except when I interact with April. I've never felt comfortable being her boss."

"So as things progress and you give up control you should feel more comfortable. You masculinity may want to fight the idea of letting go as we males are conditioned to want to be in charge. Try to just let things go if you can.” Paulo sounded sincere and his advice seemed sound to me.

When the check came I simply waited to see what happened and Paulo took it and paid it as if there were no other possible options. As we walked out into the parking lot, April was clung to her Master and seemed to rub her body against him.

"Did you satisfy the young lady, slave?” Paulo asked.

"Yes, Master, she came very hard and thanked me.” April's voice sounded jealous.

"And did she play with you?” Paulo inquired and I got an immediate sense of what had happened.

"Yes, Master, she was very willing and she wanted to make me cum, but I told her it wasn't allowed."

As I had sat there during the initial conversation I'd assumed the two women went to the ladies room for sex so it was diabolical to realize April had given but not received.

"You'll find submission is a hard road for a male, Scott, but I wish you luck. It's not so easy for us to open ourselves to being a vehicle for another's pleasure with no thoughts to our own. The concept simply does not fit well into the male psyche. Outwardly, we see women as having an easier time being sluts and debasing themselves for men's pleasure, but you may be surprised at some point by your own capacity to be a slut.” Paulo's told me this in his deep baritone voice as he sauntered up to a vintage, immaculately restored and painted, candy apple red, 1965 Mustang.

All I could think was what else would he drive?

"Let me show you how true sluts are rewarded.” Paulo pushed April against his lean, shiny, red machine making her sit on the side of the hood near the driver's door. After a cursory look around the parking lot to check for onlookers, he seemed satisfied there were few, but I noticed how April was not far from a bright streetlight.

Paulo reached out and grabbed April's knees to pull them apart before he barked at her. “Yes, open up your legs, bitch. Show the world your wet cunt."

April kept her legs spread wide after her Master let go of her knees to pull her skirt up further exposing her. April adjusted, letting the skirt slide under her bottom cheeks for her ass pressed against the cool metal of the car hood. She seemed like a robot, perfectly willing to do whatever her Master desired.

"Do you wish to cum, slave?” Paulo waited and April nodded her head.

"Then show me, display for me.” His order was a throaty growl.

April reached down to use her fingers to open her labia lips exposing the pink moistness of her unfulfilled sex.

Paulo examined, touching and pushing as he wished as if he was examining the teeth of a horse he wished to buy. Standing no more than a few feet away, I was transfixed by the sight of my beautiful Lady April, she whom I wanted to serve in every way, treated like the lowest kind of slut slave.

Paulo grunted and pushed his fingers deep inside April's slick hole. In seconds he was frigging her with complete abandon and April seemed to lose all control as she jerked and moaned at each of her Master's inward thrusts. However I noticed she was fucking back to the extent she could, pushing her crotch up and toward the penetrating fingers to make them go deeper inside her. As Paulo had said, she was a sexual machine.

Moments passed as I stared, Paulo frigged, and April began to whimper before Paulo demanded. “Don't try to be stoic, slut. Beg for what you need."

April's whimpers and moans got louder making me sure we would surely be discovered and perhaps arrested, but I stood stone still unable to take my eyes off the picture of her writhing body. Her willingness to let him do this to her fascinated me and I too wanted to see her get her orgasm.

"Pleeease, Master, may . . . ohhhh fuck . . . may I cum on your fingers."

Time seemed to stop as my heart went out with April's plea. He had to let her cum, he simply had to.

I'm not sure I breathed until April climaxed, but when she did orgasm it came quickly and with unbelievable power. She cried out adding to my fear of detection and then she seemed to quiver spasmodically for a while until she simply laid her head back against the Mustang breathing heavily as she did. By this time she must have been oblivious to anything but her own world of blinding pleasure.

At this moment Paulo turned his attention to me. “Now can you imagine yourself in the same position, nearly naked with your dick exposed as April grabs it and jerks you off right here in this parking lot? Would you let her do it, Scott? Deep inside are you as much of a brazen slut as she is?” He laughed and reached for April's purse to get my keys. As he tossed them to me he added. “Don't worry, I don't want an answer right now. I just want you to think about it because despite what you think now, you may someday want her to do something just like this to you."

Paulo's insight into the depths my submissive nature might go cut deep into me and began to break down my barriers, but in the process my apprehension rose. “Nice car, but you'll have to drive it home alone tonight. Your part in our evening is over. I assume April told you the conditions you need to fulfill to actually be allowed to play with us. When you're ready, I'll see you again."

As if rooted on the spot, I just stood there as Paulo tenderly picked up the seemingly comatose April and carried her in his arms around the Mustang. Showing incredible strength, he held her entire body weight with one arm as he opened the door and carefully placed her quivering body in his passenger seat before he returned to the driver's seat and roared off.

Left alone, I experienced a sinking feeling of utter disappointment as I realized how much I'd really been hoping there would be more of this adventure tonight. Then it hit me, whatever this procedure was by which I would cede control of my penis to April, I was going to do it. I would have to gather my courage and do it because I wanted to travel down the road I'd seen April travel tonight.

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My restless night was filled with wild and kinky dreams of things which might happen to me. Perhaps they could be called nightmares except that when I awoke from them my cock was always rock hard and it was the hardest thing to not jerk off. My loyalty to Lady April told me not to climax without her permission, but how much longer could I resist before I simply broke down overcome with desire.

When I dragged myself to the office on Monday wearing lacy white panties under my masculine attire and I had to see April, right away, but it had to be alone. The first few times I saw her she was with coworkers, but looking at her made me crazy with desire because she was dressed so sexily today. Was she dressed that way for me I wondered? After a frustrating morning where I got little of my work done, I felt like I might do anything, so I resolved to go to her office now.