Free Scott's Dominant Fantasy by Jennifer Campbell

but you'll have to earn the privilege of touching them. Now what sort of information do you think you need so badly?” Deftly April had moved the conversation back to my reason for coming to her.
    It took me a moment because it was suddenly warm and hard to concentrate. As I came closer to her desk I couldn't push the image of her light-blue nylon shrouded pussy from my mind. “Well . . . what do I have to do exactly? How do you intend to control my cock, My Lady?” Being inexperienced with the BDSM scene, I had a fear of what was unknown to me and I was hoping more information would calm those fears so I could say yes to what she wanted.
    "As I said before, it would be locked with a device. The big difference for you would be how real things become physically. So far things have been mostly a mental game for you, Scott, where you've gotten little tastes of real submission. Paulo and I hoped that after last Friday night you might be willing to take the plunge so to speak. Are we wrong?” April gave me a big-eyed look of surprise.
    "No, not at all, I think I'm just afraid. I need to know more of the details of what's going to happen, My Lady.” It felt even more submissive, unmanly, to completely admit to her the only thing holding me back was fear.
    "Ohh, poor baby, but there's nothing to fear. I believe Paulo told you that Friday night. Don't you believe him?” She let her voice show distress at this possibility.
    "I guess I do, but I'm just not sure. I don't really know him yet, not like I know you. Couldn't you just tell me more?” Now I could hear the whiny quality of my own voice, but I didn't really care.
    April pointed to the seat beside her desk and I sat down. “Paulo says that as a sub, you will not initially like everything which happens to you, but that's where your trust in your dominant comes in. Now I know and you know dominance is not my first calling, but do you trust me as your dominant, Scott?” April turned slightly to face my seat and parted her legs again, not quite as wide as before, but enough for me to see her pussy again.
    My brain was pounding with need, both to climax and to serve, but it was hard to tell which need was greater. Under the pressure I broke down. “I do trust you, very much, but I need to . . .” There was a split second of indecision over which need had priority and then I begged. “Please let me lick you, My Lady, please let me taste your pussy.” Suddenly there was a brief moment of sublime awareness for me. In a crucial moment of decision I had opted to beg to give pleasure rather than receive it despite my desire for my own climactic relief. While this seemed to point clearly in the direction I wanted to go, my masculine mind found it unreal and simply couldn't believe I'd done it.
    April smiled and reached down to touch her pussy, rubbing it through the nylon. “Yes, slave, I know you want your tongue there, but not yet. Now as for your fear, Paulo says fear is good and I agree. For a sub, it's the spice, the frosting on the cake as it were. You might also think of fear as a toll the sub pays to get to their special place.” Now April reached out and took my hand and placed it on the warm blue nylon of her inner thigh.
    "Go ahead, slave, feel it, you know you want to."
    All my thoughts of fear and her control of my penis simply evaporated as soon as my fingers felt her warm flesh under the smooth and silky nylon. Slowly, but with a cruel desperation I began to run my fingers up and down her legs, but what I really wanted was to touch her center to give her the kind of pleasure Paulo had on Friday night yet I didn't yet dare to.
    "Paulo and I would like you to come over for a live session this coming Saturday, but it's up to you. Can you accept my control before then? Oh, and this won't be the only control or the only thing you might not like, there will be others. All slaves must feel their dominant's control in some way. I'm only starting with you little penis