Free Scott's Dominant Fantasy by Jennifer Campbell Page A

because, well, it's the head most men do their thinking with.” April giggled briefly at her remark, but then she lifted her legs and assumed a posture which if seen by our coworkers would have gotten both of us fired. With her legs straight up in the air, she spread them until they formed a letter V, which of course made it look as if she was offering her nylon-sheathed pussy to me.
    "Go ahead and lick, slave.” April growled at me.
    First I looked at the open doorway and felt terrified because anyone might walk by and see, but the power of April's open crotch was more than I could resist. Dropping to my knees, I crawled over and began to tongue the nylon over her sweet pussy. I swear it felt better than my own climax. As I continued to lap her now moist crotch, I felt her begin to move in response to my efforts and soon there was nothing on my mind but making her orgasm.
    April let it go on, perhaps as long as she could bear without climaxing, before she pushed my head away and closed her legs dropping them back to a normal sitting position under her desk. She turned her attention to her computer screen as if she'd simply decided to go back to work.
    "But, please, My Lady, don't you want me to?” I pleaded to resume my service.
    "No, slave, you haven't earned that right yet, but you can if you give me your cock.” April replied in a businesslike tone.
    Desperate to please her and feeling deprived of her sweet sex, I was as needy as I'd ever been and I capitulated. “Yes, Lady April, I will do as you say."
    "See the box on the front of my desk?” April pointed to a perhaps 12X6 inch parcel sitting unopened on her desk.
    "The device which will control your manhood is inside along with complete instructions on installation which will answer all your questions. What I require is you take the package home with you tonight, familiarize yourself with it and the instructions, and then, how shall I put this, well, install the device on you penis. Wear it into the office so I can inspect it and take possession of all three keys. Once this happens your life will change completely in a number of ways. You'll be allowed to service me sexually with your tongue and you'll be invited to our place this Saturday for your first full session as my sissy slave.” April reeled the whole thing off quickly and easily, as if it was well rehearsed, but I was stunned.
    She looked over at me and saw my state of shock. “Please understand, Scott, you must cross this line. It is the only way you're going to get the attention you crave as my slave and become a pretty girl."
    Not being experienced in BDSM, the greater part of my surprise was that this kind of device existed and now I would have to wear it. My confused mind finally organized itself enough to speak. “The device . . . does it . . . does it mean I can't get hard?” I mouthed the words in disbelief.
    "Yes, you'll be locked up. An erection will be physically impossible and the mere attempt will cause discomfort. Listen, Scott, I know you must have some masculine pride left, but this is no loss the world. You were never a stud and from what I see you want to be a pretty girl, don't you? Part of making you think feminine is to redirect your attention from your penis because girls don't get erections.” April paused and when she continued she sounded exasperated. “I don't really understand your reluctance, Scott. I'm offering you what you've wanted all your life and what I'm asking is so small, literally. I would think you'd jump at the chance."
    It all took time for the whole thing to seep in and be absorbed. I felt like the decision split me into two people because I could feel the rage and fear in my masculine side and the boundless excitement of my feminine side. For a while as this battle went on, I just sat there and stared at the parcel on April's desk as if it was a snake which was about to bite me, but I guess I knew how it all would turn out. Perhaps there was never any