Free Scott's Dominant Fantasy by Jennifer Campbell Page B

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    Slowly, like I was coming out of a dream, I looked at April, the beautiful face of she who would now own me, and my mouth began to form words. “Yes, Lady April, you're right. I should be grateful. I'll take the box home and do as you say."
    My masculine side raged, screaming back at me how weak and stupid I was, but I understood the rage and let it pass. On my feminine side there were tears of joy as I was finally going to stop pretending to be what I wasn't and start trying to be what I'd always been.
    April stood up and walked towards her office doorway as if she was leaving. “I'm going to lunch with Anita. Try not to lose your resolve, Scott. When I return I'll be happy if the box is gone, but if you get cold feet I'll leave the box there on my desk, all week. You'll have till Friday to take it home, but after that I'll have to assume you don't want to play anymore and the game will end. Do you understand?"
    My eyes followed her long, nylon-sheathed legs as she strutted happily off to lunch, but then they returned to the box. Now realizing I could wait until Friday, I dismissed that thought because it would only be delaying the inevitable. I stood, walked over, and picked it up and I was surprised by its lightness. How could it be so light, I pondered, but as I walked back to my office a new feeling struck me and the fear passed. I had no expectation of this new emotion, but I swam in it as it flooded through me. The relief was palpable like I could have reached out and touched it and after reveling in the rising sense of exhilaration I knew I'd made the right decision.
    That evening my eyes were opened in a way they never had been before. When I opened the box and took out the clear plastic device whose hard shell was shaped like my most cherished body part, it made me see how easily masculine power could be controlled. As I examined it I saw the hard plastic shell was connected to a ring which fit snugly, too snugly to consider pulling off, around my scrotum. Nervous and unsure, I followed the directions and put it on, just to see how awkward and uncomfortable it would be.
    Once it was on, I realized it wasn't terrible as far as comfort and it did have a little hole in the shell near the tip of my penis through which to I could pee. However it soon became clear I had to sit on the toilet or I'd pee all over myself. It seemed clear this was a designed feature to take away one of the bastions of manhood; the coveted ability to pee standing up. This one tiny thing said volumes to me psychologically; from now on I would not pee like a man, but like a woman.
    Having tested it and found I could wear I took it off and went to shower, but pretty soon my mind was thinking of April's wet sex through that thin blue nylon and I was rock hard. The only solution seemed to be to turn the water to frigid and thus lose my erection and I did, but after putting on a pair of silky pink panties and going to bed I found myself waking up in the middle of the night with a raging erection. I felt desperate to climax and upset about my lack of control, but it was gone and I jerked off as I thought of April's spread legs. After squirting cum all over myself, I felt incredibly guilty at having betrayed April and I knew what had to be done.
    So it came to be that at 3:13 am on Tuesday morning, I locked myself into chastity in hopes that it would help me serve Lady April and be a good sissy slave.
    The next day at the office was so different, like night and day compared with before and I wondered if it was real or if my locked up penis was already effecting my perception. To my surprise, April came to my office at about half past nine dressed in a slightly longer black A-line skirt and a dark blue silk blouse. She had abandoned yesterday's enticing light-blue tights in favor of black pantyhose, but she seemed more eager to interact with me.
    "So, Scott, are you wearing it?” Playfully, she leaned over my desk to give me a peek