Scott's Dominant Fantasy (9 page)

April giggled. “Oh, those, well I forgot to mention them.” She paused and then fessed up. “No, that's not exactly true. I didn't mention them on purpose to see if you'd put them in on your own, but I'm not surprised or upset that you didn't. As far as I'm concerned they can stay in the box unless you prove to be a disobedient slave.” April reached into the box and pulled out one of the points and held it up to my face.

"They do look sharp, don't they? I imagine they are quite painful.” She was toying with my psyche, like a cat with a half-dead mouse.

"So you don't intend to use them?” I queried her again because I was anxious.

"Not if you're a good sissy and you keep your face immersed in my pussy when desired, Scott. However I reserve the right to use them and I will say Paulo advised me to use them, but you're my slave, not his.” She smiled and I was surprised for this was the first time she'd gone against Paulo's advice and I was very thankful for her independence.

April dropped the point back in the box and retrieved the three keys instead. “I'll have to find a safe place to hide one of these, just in case. One of them I intend to wear on a chain between my breasts and I'm not sure what to do with the other. Perhaps Paulo would hold it for me."

Hearing her show some indecision on the third key, I somehow dared to bring up a point which worried me. “What about emergencies? I mean what if I had an accident at home or in my car and was rushed to the hospital. They might undress me and see I'm wearing this."

April giggled. “Oh and you're assuming your chastity would be their only source of surprise, not the simple fact that your male and dressed like a woman. After our session this coming Saturday, Scott, you'll have a lot more to think about than the thing on your penis. Besides medical professionals see all sorts of things and they are very discreet.” April paused and looked upset suddenly.

"Are you really committed to this, Scott? How about this, I'll leave the box with the keys in it right here so you can unlock yourself. You can go back to your old life of fantasizing, but never living out your desires. Just put the chastity back in the box and we can forget the whole thing.” April placed the box on my desk and then she turned and walked toward the door.

A sharp stab of fear knifed through me and I knew I couldn't let her leave thinking I wasn't committed. I'd come too far and the feelings were too intense to just simply throw this all away. At this point, I didn't dare lose either the opportunity to serve her or the chance to explore my femininity. Picking up the box, I shook it to make the keys tingle against each other. “No, please, Lady April, I'm sorry. I don't want to go back. Please let me be your obedient, sissy slave."

April stopped and slowly turned around. “Ahh, a change of heart, I guess that's not too surprising.” April sashayed back to my desk and picked up the box, but before she left me she took the time to blow my mind one more time.

"Now that you're locked, we can do lunch together, how about Murphy's at one?” April and I hadn't been to lunch together since our breakup, but her invitation was extended with cool calmness and a wicked smile which told me she perhaps had plans which didn't have anything to do with a meal.

Caught by surprise I responded instinctively. “Ah . . . okay, sure, Murphy's at one."

"We'll be going to lunch often now, seeing more of each other so get used to it and as far as people seeing you in chastity you'll need to get over your fear of that too. It may be hard to believe, Scott, but you'll soon want people to see you as a female and then be humiliated by having to show them your chastised penis. It will turn you on more than touching yourself ever did.” April took the box in hand, turned, and walked out the door before I could even get my head around the concept she spoke of.

As I eased back in my comfy executive chair, I looked about my office and thought how I didn't belong here really. Yes, on a chart of Benson & Forbes management structure, I was still the boss at this branch, but to at least one of my employees I was not a boss and soon it appeared I would not even look like a man. This was my new reality and I was fast becoming addicted to it.

Lunchtime at Murphy's with Lady April was an entirely new experience. I'd been to Murphy's Pub on the ground floor of our building a dozen or more times before, but I'd never been there under April's total control. First of all from the moment we left the office she did all the things a woman does when she's intimate with a man. Little things she hadn't done with me for years like sexy looks, holding hands, quick kisses, and discreet but intimate caresses. These things tell the man he's loved, but they also have a purpose in the unspoken communication between women. They say don't touch, this is my man, but of course I wasn't her man, far from it, and I realized the reason for this special treatment was simply to make my penis try to engorge which resulted in uncomfortable pressure inside my chastity and ultimate frustration.

We were well into our meal when April leaned over and whispered to me. “I need to pee and you do too. Let's go to the ladies room. Follow me.” She got up and took my hand and there was little doubt we were going. When we got there, April had me stand outside as inconspicuously as I could while she went in to check for other women. As I waited I got terribly nervous because I knew what she intended to do and sure enough after two women exited she slipped out and hustled me quickly into a stall.

"Drop your pants.” She whispered and I quickly obeyed. Then she squatted before me and eased down my panties so she could fully inspect my trapped penis.

"Oh, look at it. It's so cute in there.” She tapped the plastic shell with her fingernail. “Is it trying hard to get stiff? It looks all angry and red, poor little thing."

"It's uncomfortable when it engorges because of the pressure.” I pointed this out, but April showed no interest.

"To tell you the truth when Paulo said this might turn me on to see you this way I doubted him. I mean I love cock and I thought why would I want to see one like this, all locked up, but I was wrong. It does turn me on seeing you like this and knowing you can't get relief until I allow it.” She knelt down to get closer to my chastised manhood and then she cradled my balls in her hand.

I was a bit dumbfounded by her confession as it seemed to me April was quickly finding her inner dominant. Was that good or bad for me I wondered?

"Would you like a blowjob?” Her question stunned me.

"I mean that's what slutty girlfriends do for guys they like, right? Suck their cock.” April gave me her sly smile, but still I didn't really think she meant to unlock me and actually suck my cock.

With a devilish look in her eye, April let her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she began to lick my balls under the chastity. Then she explored further licking penis through the peephole and ventilation slots and it felt heavenly at first. Unfortunately it supercharged my arousal and fed the erectile process so soon the pressure was worse than I'd ever felt. My penis was valiantly struggling against the hard plastic to rise and stand proudly, but there was no chance of success. Was this what a blowjob would be to me from now on? A frustrating mockery of the delightfully sexual act of worshipping a cock by mouth.

Finally when April had teased me long enough, she looked up at me with those big, brown eyes and asked. “Do you like how I blow you? I do. What if I gave you a blowjob every day, wouldn't that be wonderful, slave?"

What could I say? I was a fidgeting, frustrated, bundle of aroused nerves in considerable pain from the pressure inside the chastity, but there was only one way to respond or things could get worse. I was learning how to play the never-ending, mental, cat and mouse game between dominant and submissive. When you think there's nothing worse, there always is.

"Yes, My Lady, it would be wonderful. Thank you.” There was no sense saying anything else. Anger, whining, screaming, or any other negative reaction could easily provoke the debut of the points of intrigue and then where would I be?

"Good, then it's your turn, slut.” Now she stood up and pulled her skirt up and her pantyhose down so I was staring at her pussy.

"Don't just sit there, eat me. Feast on pussy and don't stop until I cum.” She grabbed hold of my head as pulled it to her crotch.

Like a ravenous dog, I ate her sweet sex and soon her juices were dripping off my chin. As I licked I began to think about the future, the one I was hurtling toward, and I wondered if this would be sex to me from now on. Would orally pleasing her be it with a few supervised and humiliating jerk-off sessions tossed in occasionally? At that moment I thought so, but I had no idea how naive I was then.

As soon as April climaxed, she pushed me off the toilet seat to relieve her other need. “Move, I really do have to pee."

For me the question was hard to answer for my penis was pulsing with sexual need and the uncomfortable pressure in its prison and it seemed impossible to judge whether I needed to pee or not. “I don't think so, My Lady."

"Are you sure? Maybe you want to go to the men's room and use a urinal.” She laughed, but then corrected herself. “Oh, that's right, you're not a man. You're a chastised sissy."

When she finished peeing she stood up. “One last task for my slave. Clean me with your tongue."

At first I didn't understand, but when I saw the tiny droplets of urine still clinging to her labia lips I realized what she meant. There wasn't too much resistance on my part, perhaps the mark of what an obedient slave I was becoming, but as I licked my tongue took in the acrid taste of her urine and strangely it was a huge rush for me. Lacking any other explanation, I had to assume this odd exhilaration was the fulfillment of submission, to be dominated and used for Lady April's pleasure.

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The entire week went this way and it seemed obvious to me that everyone in the office was noticing us. No doubt the longtime employees thought April and I were back together because of the way she was touching me and how we were going to lunch together every day. Part of me wanted to say something to her just in case she didn't see what her actions were doing to the office.

By the time April came to my office on Friday, I felt it was time to speak to Lady April about what was going on, but she preempted me.

"I think most of the girls like the idea of you being my slave. Some like it a lot and I may invite them to play with us in the future.” She paused looking at me as if her revelation was no big deal and then she continued. “So, are you ready for tomorrow, Scott? Things will get even more real tomorrow, I promise."

For a few moments I couldn't pull myself from my stunned surprise at the implication April was telling female coworkers I was her slave. Was she also telling them of my feminine desires and that I was chastised and wearing panties? I didn't know, but the whole thing seemed unbelievable. “You . . . you told them. About me? Why?"

"Why shouldn't I tell them if I want? I'm in charge here and you're my slave. Now as far as telling them you're a cross-dressing, chastised sissy who wants to be a girlie man, no, I didn't reveal that yet, but I'm thinking some of them will love it.” April giggled at the thought.

To say I was shocked with the extent to which April now controlled my life would be a serious understatement, but there was no going back now and as I thought about things I realized I didn't want to anyways.

"Now focus, Scott. Are you ready to be feminized tomorrow? Do you want to change your appearance to female? You must answer me or tomorrow won't happen.” April was insistent on my answer, but my brain was swimming in a sea of confusion which made it impossible to respond to her.

Seeing my hesitation, she came close to me until I could smell her perfume. Then she reached for the key to my chastity which was hanging from a thin chain around her neck. “It's alright, Scott, it's all over now. Come with me to the men's room and I'll release your chastity. I'm sorry if we caused you any pain or undue consternation and I know you tried, it just didn't work out."

She took my hand to lead me out of the office and that when fear stabbed me and I began to panic. In what was certainly very un-slave-like behavior, I ripped my hand from April's. “No, I'm ready, My Lady. I want to be your bitch."

"Excellent, then you should bathe, shave, and depilate yourself completely tonight. When you arrive at my apartment tomorrow at two in the afternoon I don't want a hair anywhere on your body but your head. Don't you dare be late.” She turned to leave, but I had one overwhelming question which I just blurted out.

"Will Paulo be there?” As soon as I said it I realized how this must look to her, like I was afraid of him. Was I afraid of him? I didn't think it was fear, just an undefined uncertainty about letting him see me as a girl because to me Paulo represented the world of macho, dominant men.

"Does that really matter?” April asked in a somewhat disturbed tone. “It's his home so he has every right to be there."

"Yes, of course, I'm sorry I asked. Please forgive me, My Lady.” I felt ashamed because I'd let my anxieties creep in and get the best of me.

"I'll see you tomorrow, slave.” April's tone made it clear she wasn't pleased with me.

Despite the time I took bathing, shaving and carefully preparing my body, Friday night seemed interminably long, but finally I was knocking on their apartment door on Saturday afternoon. The door never opened I just heard April call to me from inside. “It's open, come in.” When I did I found the front room was dark with the shades drawn, but I could see light coming from the bedroom door. April called to me again. “Come on, slave, quickly, we don't have all day and we have lots to do."

Obediently I hurried into the bedroom and saw April dressed in a white corset which pushed up and showed off her amazing breasts. She also wore a nearly see-through pair of pink panties as she hustled around preparing things around a lighted make-up table. After my eyes pulled away from her, I noticed the table was covered with all sorts of cosmetic items and there were other items of clothing laid out on her bed. It seemed clear April was planning on transforming me today, making me look more like a woman than I'd ever dared do myself.