No sooner had I stepped in front of her open entryway when her head popped up. “Well, there you are. How was your weekend?” Her voice was cheery.
"Great, I followed your advice.” I moved inside her office closer to her desk before leaning in. “I bought some hair removal cream and a pair of pantyhose . . . it was incredible.” I sighed as I thought of all my climaxes over the weekend.
No doubt April heard my sigh. “I see, so you must have given your cock a pretty thorough workout. You do realize that as my slave, you'll need my permission to climax and if you don't receive it you won't be allowed to.” She looked up at me and I could see her brown eyes were dancing with a light I'd rarely seen there, but it seemed easy to identify. April was as excited about this as I was, and she seemed to already be playing our game in earnest.
However her proclamation was somewhat alarming to me as I wasn't used to asking for permission to climax. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my anxiety thinking there would surely be opportunities for me to obtain relief. “Ahh, I'm not sure I get you. I mean, how could I not be able to climax?” I was no expert in BDSM practices, so I had little understanding of the ways there were to deprive a male slave of access to his penis.
"For now let's just say there are ways, very effective ways. I'm not trying to scare you off, or make you think you'll never get relief. I just want you to understand what will happen to you as my slave. The single most effective way to control a male is through his penis. I'm sure you understand why it's so effective.” April smiled and then added. “However, I'm pleased you depilated yourself, it takes another item of my checklist so from now on you will maintain your smooth appearance. Now to ascertain how good a job you've done and to provide a standard for future examinations, I'd like to feel your balls now. Do you have any problem with that?” April reached out and boldly touched the crotch of my pants.
Instantly I realized what she wanted of me; to unzip my fly so she could reach inside and feel me. Freaked out, I looked around as if this was insane. “You mean right here, now?"
"Of course, be a good boy and unzip for me, it's the easiest way. Remember, I could ask you to take your pants off completely which would be so much more embarrassing, but if you'd rather.” Compared to her alternative, I realized this was far less embarrassing.
"All right.” After checking to see there was no one at her open entryway, I reached down tentatively to unzip my fly and then April took control. I closed my eyes as April's cool fingers invaded my boxers and grasped my manhood.
"Humm, why are you wearing boxers? They are men's underwear and a girlie man should wear panties, don't you think? I mean you just told me how you wore panties and pantyhose all weekend, why not here? Perhaps, Scott, you're not as committed as you say you are.” To my surprise, April seemed to be proceeding as if I'd stated my commitment already, but I had thought I'd been given the weekend to think it over.
"Ahh . . . you want me to wear panties here in the office? What if . . .” I was interrupted by April's grasping and gentle squeezing of my balls.
"What if your pants suddenly fly off at a meeting, Scott? Now when has that happened exactly? Not sure. Well then start wearing your pretty panties. I'll expect them at tomorrow's inspection.” April completed her examination of my manhood in an almost clinical fashion, palpating my balls with her fingers and kneading my sack. Likely it was only my excessive masturbation over the weekend that prevented me from getting an erection.
When she withdrew her hand she began a new explanation. “They are acceptable, but keep them smooth like that. Paulo and I discussed you this weekend and he says I should proceed as if you are my slave and let you decide if you wish to stop it. He says moving forward will force your mind to decide step by step how deeply you wish to go. He pointed out something I should have known. Submissives, due to the very nature of the beast, have a hard time being decisive about what they want until you force a choice. I like his idea and we're going to proceed that way. In fact, I'm beginning to enjoy this whole thing.” April pushed her chair back and giggled impulsively. “I was so nervous about being dominant, but it's fun as long as Paulo tells me what to do."
For the first time I saw the chain with me at the end. Paulo dominated April and April dominated me, but April was totally dependent on Paulo for instruction so in a way I was Paulo's slave despite not being physically touched by him. I suppose the thought should have frightened me, but I was beginning to trust Paulo's judgment as it filtered down to me through April.
"I understand, but if I may ask. How should I address you? Shall I call you Mistress?” This was the BDSM word I was most familiar with and in a way I wanted to start calling April my Mistress.
"No, Mistress has the other meaning of a woman kept by a man.” April paused and twirled around in her chair whimsically. “Address me as Lady April, or if you wish My Lady. It's more romantic than Mistress. You'll need to remember to use it at all times even in the presence of others unless I say otherwise.” April smiled slyly and I realized the power of this. It would make it difficult, if not impossible, for our new relationship to each other to remain secret here at the office.
"Even at meetings, My Lady?” I asked with disbelief.
"No, not meetings, not yet at least.” She replied before seeming to switch gears to another level.
"Okay, now that these small matters are taken care of we should discuss what you must do to be granted your first live session with Paulo and I. Two things would be required of you; one would be that you ask to meet Paulo when you feel comfortable doing so. This can easily be accomplished by inviting us out to dinner at a restaurant, but the second will be more challenging for you. You must ask me to take control of your penis on a permanent basis. It will be at this point you truly become my slave as you cede to me the power to grant you climactic relief. Do you understand the implications and importance of these steps?"
I easily understood the first, but the second had me more than simply nervous. How exactly did she intend to take permanent control of my penis? “May I how the second condition is achieved, Lady April? I don't understand."
"Oh, I see. Well, technology is wonderful, isn't it? In this day and age there are devices designed to lock up your cock and prevent it from even getting hard. The details aren't important and frankly I couldn't really explain them anyways, but Paulo assures me they are very effective. He said this was a critical step, one most faux submissive males reject which is why you must do it to be granted a live session. It proves you're committed.” April's tone made it clear this penis control was a major step one I would not be able to weasel out of, but as I sat there with my masculinity raging it didn't seem as frightening as my male side would have me believe. I wasn't giving up my penis; I was only giving up control of my penis.
Still though, it was clear what the first step should be, to meet Paulo. “Well I haven't made a reservation yet, but would you and Paulo be open to dinner this Friday night at Fisherman's Wharf?” Fisherman's Wharf was a well-known seafood restaurant in the city which was quite expensive. I chose it because I assumed I would need to impress Paulo and I fully expected to foot the bill. “Of course, I'm assuming it will be my treat since I'm inviting you."
April smiled as if she was surprised at my willingness to meet her Master. “Yes, we accept your invitation, but it's not my place to decide finances, remember I'm his slave. He didn't mention anything about who would pay to me and since you're invited us it would be normal for you to pick up the check, but I'll say this, if he decides to pay you'd best let him. Will that be a problem for you? I know men can be difficult in these matters.” April looked tense, but for the life of me I couldn't understand why. Did she truly think that after agreeing to become her feminized slave I would put up a display of fiercely masculine behavior by arguing with Paulo over who got to pick up the check?
"No, not at all, it's fine.” I responded.
"Good, then Friday night it is, and one more thing. I'll be going home fr
om the office with you Friday night. We'll both change at your place. Paulo says it's a good idea for me to visit you at home to let you know this isn't just an office thing. You are my slave everywhere and at all times. So I'll be looking forward to seeing your home on Friday, Scott?"
What could I say? Things were moving faster than I'd expected, but I felt more eager than afraid. The thought of having April in my home as my dominant was irresistibly sensual.
"No, no problem at all, Lady April, I'll try to be ready.” I was sure I sounded eager, but April gave me a look which seemed to say she wasn't pleased.
"No, Scott, no more trying. When it comes to serving me, you'll be ready all the time and you'll serve when told to. This will be necessary or I'll have to punish you.” April gave me a look which said she wasn't joking and then she looked back down at her work as if she was done with me and all was settled.
"Yes, My Lady, I will serve you well.” I'd gotten lucky when my cock didn't react to her inspection, but now the thought of April punishing me made me stiffen. However our talk seemed to be over, but when I got up and turned to leave I discovered it wasn't quite yet.
"Are you hard, Scott?” Her tone demanded an immediate answer.
I stopped instantly, but when I turned back toward her I was shocked to see she hadn't even lifted her head to look at me.
"Well, not completely yet, but it's getting there.” My own voice sounded meek compared with her demanding tone.
"Wonderful, I like the idea of you being hard for me, but I do want to discourage you from touching it. It wouldn't be appropriate to jerk off unless I give you permission to do so. I don't physically control your thingy yet, but I'm telling you my permission if required. You do understand that, right?” April's voice was as cool and calm as it would have been if she'd been talking over some accounting figures with me, but this was an entirely different conversation. She was telling me something no one had ever said to me before; I was forbidden to touch my own cock.
Even more aroused and blown away by the speed my submission was moving, my cock stiffened further as I fumbled to respond. “Ahh . . . yes . . . I understand, Lady April."
She finally looked up with a devilish grin, knowing full well what she'd done to me. “Alright then, you may go and have a nice day."
As I turned and started walking out of her office, I felt erection push hard against my pants and I instinctively reached down to try and cover it. Of course my first thought was the men's room and cold water, but then what would April think if her eyes followed me? Reluctantly but obediently, I returned to my office hoping no one noticed and as I sat down I realized this erection might go on for a while as I couldn't get my mind off April, but then I thought perhaps that was the reason she did it.
As it turned out, I was tested all week long in ways which made Monday seem like nothing. April was definitely developing a new personality toward me at work, a dominant to be sure, but even when she wasn't interacting with me, I noticed how our other female coworkers gathered more often in her office. To me, this felt dangerous for I wondered what she was saying to them.
Tuesday she didn't just have me unzip my fly so she could see the pink microfiber bikini panties I wore, she made me pull down my pants. “Oh, very pretty, Scott, I like the lacy trim. Why don't you put your hand in your pretty panties, stoke yourself a little.” She gave me a sinister but wholly serious smile.
"What, you mean here?” I was shocked.
"Yes, make me a stiffy, like you'd do at home.” She gave me a stern look.
Despite my embarrassment, I did as I was told and I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy it, I did. However just as I started to get hard, April stopped me.
"Okay, that's enough, pull your pants up.” Once I had pulled them up, she motioned me forward to her desk and whispered to me.
"Just think, slave, someday when you're my pretty, little bitch I'll have you do that and cum for me, perhaps right on my desk in front of a stranger. You don't think so now, but you'll do it and you'll enjoy it.” She laughed quite a long time at that possibility and then sent me on my way in an aroused state.
Friday finally came and none too soon for me. The sexual tranquility of last weekend was long gone and I was more on the edge sexually than I'd ever been my entire life. You see I'd been obedient to Lady April and not masturbated during the week and I was beginning to wonder if I might as well give her control of my penis for she had in a way already assumed it.
I noticed that April's jeep wasn't even in its usual spot the garage when we left for the day. As we walked to my Miata, I assumed I'd drive, but just before we got there April made the opposite quite clear. “I'll need your keys, slave. I've decided I'm going to play with your sexy toy."
"Ahhh . . . maybe I should drive home, then you could drive to . . .” I didn't get any more out before April cut me off.
"Nonsense, don't you trust me, Scott? I'll be gentle with her.” She looked me hard in the eye and extended her hand for the keys.
I hesitated a moment as this hit me as a defining moment, one of the ones she said I'd face along the road from fantasizing about my submission to living it. Being made to give up the keys to their sports car would have been more difficult for those men whose masculinity forced them to treat a car as an icon, but I never really had been that involved. As it was, I won't call it easy, but I suspected it was easier for me to drop the keys in her hand and could that be the defining statement of my masculinity.
Once we were underway, April seemed to clearly enjoy the reactive, five-speed transmission and I learned to be timely and precise with directions so we would make it to my place without running off the road.
Once we arrived, I gave April the grand tour walking her through my entire house as she casually inspected things. When we entered the spacious master bedroom, she commented. “It's gorgeous, Scott, but almost too big for one person.” She giggled after making the comment, but I didn't understand why.
"Did you wish to shower before your dress, My Lady? If so you may use the shower first and I'll wait until you're done.” I had noticed April had a small overnight bag so I knew she intended to change here.
"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 ou
t 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.
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