Scott's Dominant Fantasy

by Jennifer Campbell

  Her door was open so I took a deep breath and popped into her entryway with a smile. April was sitting at her desk looking at her computer screen which was angled away from the door so I announced myself. “Hi, April, I know you said you needed some time, but it's the end of the week and this thing is driving me crazy. Can we talk?” I held my breath waiting for her reaction and when her eyes looked at me it was an odd look, almost maternal, the way a mother might look at a wayward child.

  She sighed which I didn't take as a good sign. “Yes, Scott, we can talk, but you might find you don't want to. First, before anything else happens, I want to warn you. This situation is going to be somewhat of a Pandora's Box for you. Once you open it, or in your case once you know, you won't be able to go back to not knowing. I know that may sound crazy and you probably think I'm being overly dramatic, but I'm not. If we talk about this it will change your life."

  For me her words were close to unbelievable for I could not fathom what could be so serious, but I took time to pause and consider. However what I soon realized was if it was that important to me I had to know. I could no more walk out her door and forget this whole thing than I could stop breathing. “Well, you have me on the edge of my seat and I see you're worried for me, but I have to know. I guess I'll have to accept whatever changes in my life this brings."

  April's face got tense like she was making some sort of final decision on her end. “Okay, but never say I didn't give you an out. There is no way we can discuss this here, so we're going to lunch and to my apartment. Do you remember what I drive, Scott?"

  It wasn't until this point I truly realized how serious she was. If we were going to her apartment she wanted complete privacy. “I do remember if you still have the jeep?” I remembered going four-wheeling with her once when we were a couple. It was a truly eye-opening experience in seeing April's wild side.

  "Of course I'm still driving my baby. After all I didn't get promoted like you did. I'll meet you at my jeep in twenty minutes, okay?” She gave me a look like all had been decided and went back to her work.

  "Okay, I'll be there.” What choice did I have but to do as she said? As I left her office, my mind was pulsing with even more excitement over the mystery of what this was. If April had invited me to her apartment under any other circumstances I would have been thrilled and I would have assumed she wanted to get back together, but her Pandora's Box warning made this unlikely.

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  Chapter 2

  Once we got into April's jeep things seemed to speed up, and I don't just mean her driving. After her rushed drive across town, we arrived at the same address she had lived at before in a modest, middle-income apartment building. Memories came back to me as we ascended the stairway to her third floor abode. The last time I'd seen these stairs was on that dreaded Saturday night.

  However when she opened the door, I saw how different things were inside her abode. Back then, April's apartment had been a colorful place decorated with her distinctly female touch which included lots of green and yellow, flowers, and burning incense, but now there was little evidence of the colors, just one vase of flowers, and no incense. It seemed clean and neat, but much more Spartan, like a military barracks, than before.

  The first thing to make me nervous were glaring signs of male cohabitation. The twenty inch TV April and I had often watched South Park on was now a massive wide-screen monster. Then I caught sight of a very advanced piece of exercise equipment hanging on the door to the bedroom. I recognized the equipment from its TV ad which was expounded by an MMA superstar who claimed if you used this equipment you'd get ripped fast, building bulging muscles and killer abs in weeks if not days. This seemed a clear indication April's new boyfriend lived with her and it made me quite uncomfortable.

  April must have noticed me staring at the equipment and no doubt my face betrayed a certain portion of my nervousness about the situation. She tried to calm me. “Relax, he's at work and will be until eight tonight. You'll be long gone before he gets home. Go ahead and sit down on the sofa."

  Somewhat relieved, I took the offered seat, but my mind forced me to ask her a pointed question. “April, I have to ask this, does your new boyfriend know I'm here?” It seemed like an intelligent question, but I was in no way prepared for April's response.

  "He does, in fact Paulo and I discussed you quite thoroughly and it was he who recommended I try to help you. Those days I delayed and didn't speak to you, I was taking time to get used to the idea Paulo proposed to me. You see a lot of his plan depends on me changing and doing things I'm not used to.” April paused and then sat down beside me on the sofa. “Are you hungry, Scott, or do you want to get right to this?"

  None of what she said about this Paulo and his plan made any sense to me, but I certainly wasn't thinking about food. “Let's talk; I need to understand what's going on."

  April placed her hand on my crotch and felt me. “You're not hard now, Scott. Is that because Paulo lives here and I'm his girlfriend?"

  Oh god, what is going on here? April's question freaked me out and made me wonder if they were looking for some sort of kinky menage’ a trois with me?

  "Well . . . I don't know. It's weird being here and realizing you're with another guy. It sorta freaks me out a little, but what I don't understand is how this relates to my fantasies or why you dumped me?” My question was purely defensive.

  April released her long raven hair from its put-up office mode and shook it out. “Okay, but one more question before I answer that. What exactly do you remember about our breakup, specifically that Saturday night?” April gave me a look which told me this was an important question to both of us.

  "I was here, you asked me to spend the night, but then your folks called. A family friend had died and they wanted you to come over. You asked me to stay here while you did and when you came back we had a huge fight. You were screaming and crying and then you threw me out. That's about all I remember.” I was being as honest as I could be because I really didn't remember any more.

  "So you really can't tell me why the fight started or what you were doing when I came home?” April insisted I confirm this point.

  It was embarrassing, because I knew I should remember, but I didn't. “No, I can't remember. That why I was so upset Monday morning when I begged you to reconsider.” I paused when a terrible thought came to me. “Oh my god . . . did I do something to you? Did I . . . hurt you?” It seemed impossible to me, but it would have explained her anger at me.

  "No, Scott, not physically. It's almost funny you should say that because it's so far from the real issue.” She paused a moment and then started. “You're in denial, Scott, deep denial, but Paulo says I can help you. In fact he says I may be the only person who can help you, but if I do we're going to do this my way. First I'm going to reveal myself to you. I'll show you the new April, who is a person you don't know. Then if all goes well you will reveal yourself, or perhaps I'll try to force you to see yourself because that's where the problem lies. Does what I'm saying make any sense to you?” She looked at me with hope in her eyes, but I was one woefully confused and freaked out guy.

  "Not really, but I trust you.” I replied feeling almost blind in this situation.

  April pounced on that. “Good, hold onto that. We may need it. When I dumped you back then, I felt like I abandoned you because I couldn't handle the situation. I'm stronger now, because of Paulo, and I want to help you. I really do.” The look in April's eye as she said this to me told me she was sincere, she did care about me.

  "Okay, I understand, so what happens now?” Being worried, I was anxious to move the process along.

  April stood up. “I'm going to the bedroom to change. In a few minutes I'll call you in to see the new April. I know this is weird, but bear with me, it's my way of telling you.” She touched my face and then made her way across the living room to the bedroom door.

  While she was in the bedroom I wondered what the new April would be.
How had Paulo changed her?

  April had left the bedroom door open a crack and finally I heard her sexy voice. “You can come in now, Scott. It's time to meet the new April."

  As I stood up, I realized two things. One was my hands were shaking, but the other was my cock had become rock hard. My erection seemed like it should be normal, in anticipation of going into April's bedroom, but my fear and nervousness made me want to run away. Unable to stop thinking of her Pandora's Box warning, I had to will my feet to walk toward the bedroom door, but when I got there I stopped. I could just leave, call a cab, and go back to the office. I don't have to do this.

  Then April's voice came again. “Please, Scott, don't be afraid. I promise you I'll be with you every step of the way. I want you to find the happiness I've found.” Her voice soothed me and gave my confidence a boost enough to grasp the knob of the bedroom door.

  Once I pushed it open, another part of me seemed to take over. There seemed to suddenly be something deep inside me that understood why this was necessary. I might want to run, but this other me sensed moving forward was the only way to go.

  It was darker in her bedroom compared with the living room so until my eyes adjusted to the diminished light I couldn't see much, but when I could finally see what I saw I was nearly unable to believe.

  There was April sitting up on her bed completely naked, but she was more than just naked. Oh my god, she's a . . . submissive.

  My dream girl was dressed in a manner of speaking, as a sex slave. With her throat embraced by an ominous, black leather collar, April's eyes were covered with a blindfold and her nipples were clamped with tight metal clips.

  From each of the clips, a silvery chain led upwards to her mouth where she gripped the chain tightly between her teeth. This action must have caused her pain because the chain was too short to allow her breasts to lie in their normal resting position against her chest so the mere act of holding the chain in her teeth pulled her tits up by her nipples.

  Her long gorgeous legs were spread wide apart affording me a perfect view of the shaved pussy I still yearned for. On her ankles I noticed leather cuffs with metal clips, but the clips were not attached to anything right now, but then I looked to her arms behind her back I suspected she must be wearing similar wrist cuffs. As I moved forward closer to the bed I nearly squealed with delight to see the wrist cuffs were clipped together holding her wrists behind her back. She was like the visions I'd been seeing of the helpless submissive waiting to serve, but for some reason this was different. I was hard, she was close by and helpless to resist me, but didn't feel like I wanted to ravage her sexually.

  What I felt was something so completely different I knew immediately it came from some different part of me. The impulse in my head was to be like April, but I didn't immediately understand its significance.

  When April moved, carefully getting to her knees and turning slightly so her butt faced me, I instantly noticed an object sticking out of her ass. It was a latex butt plug stuck deep in her ass. When we'd been lovers, April had not shown the least inclination of liking anal sex, nor had I dared bring up the subject. What was it about this Paulo which had brought out these kinky inclinations in her?

  April dropped the chain from her mouth to speak. “So, what do you think, Scott? This is sometimes how I'm required to greet my Master."

  Master, the word permeated my brain and I was instantly jealous of Paulo for having accomplished what I never dared to try, but then my attention turned to April and those tight clips on her nipples. “Don't you want to take those off? They must hurt you."

  "No worries, I'm used to them.” She paused a moment. “Okay, it's more than that, I like wearing them. I've discovered I have quite a masochistic streak in me. You can touch me if you want, Scott. I know you're probably curious. Are you hard now?” April giggled at her last question.

  I was hard, but strangely the idea of touching was different that I thought it might be. Yes, I wanted to feel her soft skin and touch her clamped nipples and the plug, but it was to try to understand how they felt to her. I wanted to feel what she was feeling and so I reached out and touched the plug pushing it just slightly deeper in her ass. “How does it feel? Does it hurt?"

  "Not anymore, it actually feels good in there now, but it was painful when Master first plugged me. He insisted I be properly stretched for anal service and it turns out . . . I love his big cock in my ass. Scott, you wouldn't believe how much size really does matter.” There was a reverence in April's voice whenever she referred to Paulo and I knew she was comparing him to me and I was not faring well by comparison.

  "Yes, I guess it does. I see this Paulo has changed your life dramatically. I never would have imagined you wanted this, to be a submissive, a slave.” Inside me there was despair at not knowing this April, but I suspected I could never give her what Paulo had.

  "Could you take my blindfold off, Scott?” April asked and I obliged because she was unable to do it herself.

  She looked up at me. “I wanted to look at you when I said this. When we were together, I had fantasies about this and I tried to give you signs so you'd see, but I never made any headway or got any feeling you understood or were willing to dominate me. Do you remember any details of our relationship like when we fought how you'd simply give in to me? Do you recall who initiated sex between us almost all the time? Scott, you were sending me signals too, about you and what you wanted, but until that Saturday night I didn't see them.” April hung her head as if she was ashamed of some failure on her part, but then she whispered. “Or maybe I just didn't want to see them."

  I remembered about our fights and that she had always initiated sex, but these signs which seemed obvious to her was not so obvious to me. “Signs? What do you mean?"

  Now April looked up again and she sighed. It must have been her last attempt to get me to see on my own. “You really don't remember anything, do you? It's time to open your box, Scott, are you ready?"

  Maybe it was sheer nerves, but now that the conversation had moved from April back to me I wanted to delay. I didn't want to open my Pandora's Box.

  "Please let me take those off, they have to hurt you.” Her nipple clips might not be bothering her, but they bothered me enough to use them as an excuse to delay.

  "Okay, but the truth is they'll hurt more when you take them off.” April's words didn't make sense to me so I reached down and took the first one off and she groaned in pain.

  "Oh god, Scott, lick it, please.” Her plea made me dip down and take the sore nipple in my mouth. I licked and sucked for a moment, enjoying sexual contact with April, before I released the second nipple and did the same to give her relief.

  "I guess you might as well free my hands.” She pointed out.

  More than willing, I reached behind her, but as I did I detected a bright, metallic, glint on her collar and further observation told me it was an engraved gold plate.

  April noticed what I was staring at. “Oh, you've noticed his mark on my collar. Being collared means you're owned in D/s relationships and Master marked mine for me.” She lifted her chin giving me easy access to read the plate. “Go ahead, read it, but don't be freaked out by what it says. I'm proud of what it says and believe me I had to earn this mark. Master's training regimen is tough because he feels he must break a new slave down and then build her back up as he prefers her to be.” April sounded so proud of her collar, the plate, and the accomplishment of being the slave of another man, but it was all a bit unreal to me.

  The words engraved on the collar were sublimely simple reflecting, I assume, what April desired to be. It read Paulo's slut. In the moment as I read it I felt a tinge of jealousy at April's fortune in finding fulfillment of her fantasies. It would likely never happen to me.

  "I wore two collars before I got that one. The first collar was pink and said nothing because he said I wasn't worthy of belonging to him. The second one was black, but all it said was slave because I was a novice, still not worthy of b
eing his." April paused and looked up at me. “Listen, Scott, I know what you're doing, you're delaying because you're afraid of what I'll say, but no more. Come with me and I'll explain what this means to you, or if you please you may leave without understanding yourself.” April got up off the bed and offered her hand to me. This was the moment of truth, if I took it, I knew I would open the box, but I still had the chance to leave.

  I was extremely nervous to the point of sweating, but I reached out, took her hand, and followed her to the living room.

  April started as soon as she sat down on the sofa. “I caught you that night, Scott, doing something I couldn't deal with. To me it confirmed all my worst fears about you and suddenly I didn't want to be with you. I realized later my reaction was overkill, but I couldn't get myself to go back despite feeling sad about how it ended. Do you have any idea of were doing when I came home from my parents?"

  Suddenly I began to shake and I felt all hot and sweaty and a picture flashed in my mind, a vision of me with my hand wrapped around my dick, jerking it with abandon as April's face appeared in the doorway. “Oh god, was I . . . I was jerking off.” It was embarrassing, but still it didn't seem like a reason for her to break up with me.

  "Yes, you were, but what were you wearing?” April asked in dead seriousness.

  What was I wearing? At first I just assumed I was naked, or my pants and underwear were pulled down, but then the suppressed memory hit me like a runaway train and my mind flooded with what I had not wanted to remember. Ooooh nooooo.

  I wasn't naked, but my clothes were lying on the floor near April's closet. Wrapped around my hard dick and balls was a soft pair of April-scented panties. On my chest was one of her lacy bras and on my legs were her silk stockings. Worst of all, under my nose was another pair of panties taken from her hamper which I was sniffing to get the smell of her pussy. It was a horrible memory, one I'd suppressed for two years, but I instantly knew it was all true. When the full realization hit me, I began to cry, embarrassed and ashamed by what I'd suppressed.