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Topaz's Jewel
By Peg Thebois
Mistress Topaz rubbed her fingers frantically over her panties
providing a meager relief to the burning itch she felt between her
thighs. Her eyes half glazed over in rapture but she fought to keep
them open, revel in her perfect work of art. Months of preparations had
all lead up to this moment, this portrait of more than sight. And
within moments it would all end, and the momentary perfection would
become flawed, but at this moment there was only the build-up, the
sound of flesh upon flesh, the heady scent of arousal and a tingle of
lust in the air that set every tiny hair on her body to stand on edge.
The entire scenario was building to a pinnacle and Topaz pushed herself
harder to match their pace. It was such a beautiful submission by her
latest plaything. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside, needing
the more direct contact with her burning cunt. Topaz bit on her lip as
she watched in blissful ecstasy, using the pain to heighten her
arousal, and then, just as she peaked the scenario came to a climax and
for a half a fraction of an instant everything seemed to freeze.
Mistress Topaz locked that particular beautiful memory away for
posterity as the waves of heaven rolled outward from the center of her
being.
***
It had started so simply for Corey Hayes. It had been his first trip to
Victoria Steele's. He had known when he went that it catered to the
local, S&M crowd, that was why he chose it, but it couldn't have been
further from his expectations. Corey had envisioned some gothic club,
incorporating elements of a medieval dungeon with live sex shows and
people chained to the walls being whipped in front of everyone. Instead
he found a fairly typical club playing fairly typical music, the lack
of a dance floor was unsurprising but there was no atmosphere of sex
whatsoever. Instead of racks and walls of manacles there were booths
with tables. Instead of the parade of wild and exotic costumes he had
been expecting the patrons were dressed like real people, many of them
professionally attired as though bankers or lawyers during the day who
had not bothered to change before they came here. The only real
indication of what type of clientele favored the club was in the slim
number of people adorned with leather collars and leashes, and in the
general attitudes of the some of the patrons.
He stood just inside the doorway for a moment, perplexed by the
contrast between his expectations and reality, but soon decided he
wasn't disappointed and strolled up to the bar. The atmosphere was
clearly a social club and that was fine by him, he was never much for
dancing anyway. Once he had his drink Corey sat down and nursed it
while he looked around at the crowd, there were singles everywhere
interspersed with couples of all definitions. Despite not matching his
expectations Corey found he was rather fond of this place. It seemed
perfectly suited to his needs.
***
Mistress Topaz had spotted a candidate for being her next playtoy as
soon as he walked into Victoria Steele's. It was always easy to spot a
newcomer to the bar, and even easier to judge their bend by their
initial reaction. Dominants always looked like they had walked into a
candy store, there was the immediate urge to sample everything before
it got snatched up by someone else. Submissives on the other hand
reacted like this one, they stood there looking for all the world like
a lost little child, frightened and stranded out in the big world. She
watched him very closely for a few minutes, particularly watching his
eyes. By the time he had collected his drink and sat down Topaz had
observed him watching several women, but he didn't bat an eye at the
godlike bartender. Her mind was already spinning with ideas of fun ways
to play with a straight man, best to make her play before anyone else
snagged him.
Topaz swiftly made her way to the bathroom and redid her make-up,
switching to a slightly darker, more striking style. Then she hurried
back out to the bar, once her prey's table was in view she walked
slowly up and sat down at his table, he turned to her, obviously
puzzled by her failure to ask if she may join him but he didn't object,
instead he froze as he looked at her, perfect.
They engaged in some pointless small talk, and he introduced himself as
Corey, she gave him her scene name. Corey told her it was his first
time here, as though she couldn't tell. They spent the evening engaging
in small talk. The conversation mostly revolved around Corey, as men
are known to do, and Topaz let it stay that way, better to remain a
mystery to him. The few times that Corey tried to guide the
conversation towards her Topaz neatly steered it back to being about
him. A couple times that evening Corey poked towards the topic of the
scene but once again Topaz was not ready to give that tidbit too early.
Near the end of the evening she dropped a couple little bits about the
scene and herself, just to keep him hooked, and hooked he was, well and
truly. She took his phone number, refusing to give up her own, and
called him nearly a week later.
This time was very different, this time she started off right away
discussing the scene and his interest in it. He was straight and
submissive, both of which Topaz had guessed before he even mentioned
it, as well she knew ahead of time where his interest in the scene
originated. Topaz had grown up with two mothers since she was five, not
that she shared this information with Corey, as such she probably knew
more about men and how they thought than most girls who grew up with
fathers. She had not been raised under the blinding veil of male
dominance, she could look at them objectively and see what they really
wanted and deserved, and when those were not the same. Corey was like
all other men, he was looking for someone to treat him as his own
mother had. As most male subs in the scene his mother had been strict
but fair, a woman of strength. His father was absent for much of his
childhood and so his mother was the center of his youth, beloved icon
and firm disciplinarian, an ideal combination for a properly behaved
male.
Topaz reeled him in with a few well chosen tales about her experiences
as a dominant. By the end of their third conversation she had Corey,
and he gingerly approached the topic of her showing him the scene. She
agreed, setting a condition to help further her now well developed plan
for her final scene with Corey. "I want proof that you are serious
about the scene, I want something that can show me you aren't just
using this for some kind of agenda."
"What kind of proof?"
"I want you to go out and buy yourself a pair of panties, yes women's
panties, something sexy. I want you to wear them and meet me tomorrow
night at Victoria Steele's." She heard a note of hesitation on the
other end of the line, the fish was starting to panic at leaving the
water. "If you can't leave yourself in my hands and trust me, I don't
think I can help you explore yourself." That clinched it, like batting
a fish in the head, Corey was in the boat, now all that was left was to
prepare him.
***
Corey almost didn't show up at Mistress Topaz's loft that night,
several months after first meeting her at Victoria Steele's. She had
told him that tonight was the night he was finally going to submit
himself fully to her, and he had a fairly good idea how that was going
to be engineered. Since the beginning of his experimentation in the
scene Mistress Topaz had led him to realize the inherent submissive
nature of many feminine trappings, and how they were designed for that
purpose, to ensure the servitude of a woman. She had acclimatized him
bit by bit to such things, not as a whole but piecemail, on one
occasion using the feminine scents of lipstick and perfume, on another
the sensual nature of women's undergarments. He had even recently
serviced her while wearing high heeled shoes and a cruelly tight vinyl
corset. And since their second session Mistress Topaz had exercised her
ownership of his body by instructing him to keep it delicately smooth
for her. Reassuringly she had always accepted his limitation that even
in his submission he would not touch another man, or have another man
touch him in an intimate fashion. There was no question whether he
would go through with tonight in the end however, Corey had committed
himself when he had given Mistress Topaz several hundred dollars to
prepare this scene. Not even mostly because of the financial outlay but
more because of the symbolism of the act.
When Corey finally galvanized himself enough to ring the buzzer
Mistress Topaz greeted him at the door wearing black leather pants and
a matching jacket. Her chocolate hair was pulled back firmly against
her scalp and hanging behind her in a ponytail, and her make-up was
dark, emphasizing her eyes and minimizing her mouth. Her lips seemed
thin and severe, even though she was smiling it seemed more like a
faint smirk. She showed Corey into the main room, which now boasted
several large lights, forming a ring around an area set up almost like
a stage with a mattress in the center. "Are you ready Corey, Are you
ready to give your will to me, and allow me to initiate you into the
world of blissful dominance?" They both knew the answer, if Corey was
not prepared to obey her every whim he would not have come that night,
but they both knew she wanted him to say the words.
"Yes Mistress, I am as a shapeless lump of clay, ready to be molded
into anything you desire."
Mistress Topaz smiled and showed Corey to the bedroom, " Your attire is
on the bed. We will dress you and then I will make you ready, but I
give you one last chance. If you can not commit to doing anything I may
ask of you within the realms of your limitations, then you should leave
now, and perhaps seek someone else to guide you. I could not continue
with a submissive who does not trust my judgment."
Corey took a deep breath, he knew he was being manipulated, but that
was the nature of domination. "Mistress, my only fear is that I will
fail to serve you to your satisfaction. I will proceed."
"I have no such fears, go now and we shall make you ready." Mistress
Topaz replied.
Corey stepped into the bedroom and nearly wept at what he saw, laying
upon the bed was a pale pink panty and garter belt set, with white
stockings. Beside that was a frothy white petticoat, to go under the
pale pink dress that lay, like a present, upon the black satin sheets.
The dress had two sets of spaghetti straps over each shoulder and a
sparkling bodice that laced up in the back, the skirt was widely flared
and had a second layer of transparent white material overtop of it.
Between the natural flare of the dress and the accompanying petticoats
it would no doubt transform Corey into the very manifestation of the
virginally sweet prom princess.
For the next half hour Mistress Topaz was as a little girl, gleefully
playing with her doll. Garter belt and stockings were followed by
panties and petticoat, and finally she pulled the dress up around him
and laced the cords across his back. Then came every little girls paint
set, a fortune in make-up supplies. Corey relaxed and obeyed his
Mistress' instructions as she unlocked the woman she desired inside
him. As she painted and brushed away the shameful example of manhood
Mistress Topaz set to explaining what was going to happen.
"The night of a girl's prom is a very special night for her. It is her
final night in the submission of her father's will. It is also for many
the beginning of a new type of submission, a submission to her man."
Corey stiffened at the phrase, for a moment forgetting that Mistress
Topaz had promised to abide by his limitations, he would be touching no
man tonight. The man in this case must be his mistress. Once she had
applied the final strokes to the canvas that was Corey's face Mistress
Topaz crowned him with an elegantly styled wig of the same rich
chocolate color as her own hair, but worn up and curled and then
finished the look with a glittering tiara.
Then she placed a pair of pink high heels on his feet and led her
creation out to the stage. Corey stopped in his place and nearly lost
his feet when he saw the stage again, it was surrounded by six men all
wearing swimsuits that bulged with their masculinity. Immediately his
Mistress was by him whispering in his ear, "Don't worry pet, they won't
touch you, not so much as a brush of their skin. You trust me, in order
to help you relish in your submission I have to take you to the very
limits of your boundaries. We must shake your world to it's core so
that you can constantly re-evaluate your limits, but I promise you,
your limits will be respected until you tell me that you wish to
transcend them. Remember you do not do this just for your mistress, you
do this for yourself as well."
Corey allowed himself to be taken by the hand and led to the mattress.
She gently lay him down on his back, fluffing the flared skirt of his
dress around him. When she was finally satisfied Mistress Topaz backed
away from Corey to observe and the men closed in the circle around him.
Corey lay there in the center of the circle of blinding lights, he
could see the shadows of men standing over him but with their backs to
the lights he couldn't see them clearly. Neither could he see his new
Mistress, however he heard her voice and she instructed him to stroke
himself. So this was to be his initiation, to humiliate himself in
front of these other men. He would be made to get himself off, all
while dressed in the meekest, sissiest clothes imaginable. Obediently
Corey bunched the side of his skirt up so that he could slip a hand in
and free his cock from it's satin confines. To his surprise his member
was already slightly engorged with blood, making it fat but not yet
hard. Unsurely he began to stroke himself, encouraging his not so proud
soldier to attention. He found it much easier than he had expected to
get himself hard, oddly the humiliation of this situation was giving an
extra buzz to the pleasure he was giving himself. As he got harder he
paused his hand at the top of his stroke to stimulate the head of his
penis with his thumb before sliding back down his shaft spreading pre-
cum along his member. Slowly he began to relax and enjoy the situation
when something changed and his heart almost stopped. The six men
surrounding him freed their own members from their swimwear and started
to stroke themselves over top of him. This wasn't just a spectator
show, this was a circle jerk. Corey sat up to break away when he heard
his mistress' voice command him to stop. There was a forceful edge to
her voice like a razor blade fresh from a deep freeze. "I promised they
would not touch you, and you agreed to do anything I asked of you
providing that was met. If you wish to go against your commitment, then
do so. I will return you your clothes and you may leave but I will not
tolerate someone who lies to me. Not even long enough for you to
change, and if you leave now then you do not exist to me. Now make your
choice, can you fulfill your promise to your mistress or are you too
weak to be a submissive?"
Corey swallowed and looked into the face of his mistress, unfortunately
because she was in the darkness and he was in the light she was just a
shadow to him now. He had wanted to be a submissive, he had wanted to
cater to the whims of a beautiful woman, and she had given him what he
had asked for. Surely this was another test. Initiating him with the
most drastic request she would ever make of him, if he could serve this
scenario anything in the future she asked would be easy. All he had to
do was endure one night of humiliation and then he would have proven
himself to Mistress Topaz.
With this in mind Corey lay back down and nervously fluffed the skirt
of his dress again. "Good girl," his mistress purred as he reached back
into his skirt and grabbed hold of his now flaccid penis. He closed his
eyes, took several deep breaths and started to stroke himself again.
Immediately he heard the sounds of the six men jerking on their own
cocks and started to panic again. He opened his eyes nervously, but
continued to get himself off. As he jacked himself off Corey noticed
two things, first that each of the men here was substantially larger
than his own respectable 6.5 inches, and secondly when one of the six
men started to get too excited he would slow down his pace, keeping
himself just barely under the heat of climax. Both things were likely
according to his mistress design, these men were probably to try and
match their own orgasms to his, and probably chosen for their size.
Corey jerked himself harder and faster, hurriedly trying to bring this
scenario to it's final although horrifying climax, better to be done
with it than lay there in fear. It took him some time but Corey finally
started pushing the envelope of orgasm, and from the sounds coming from
the shadows his mistress was right there with him. Finally he felt the
rush in his loins as semen poured over his stroking hand like an
erupting volcano, the real kind, not the Hollywood type which throw
magma miles into the air. As soon as his flow started the man by his
left hip came too, but he came with force like in the porn films
spraying his load across Corey's abdomen. Then came the man standing
over Corey's head released his load and Corey just barely managed to
close his eyes and mouth before the horrid slime splattered across his
face.
***
Regina Jacobs sipped her Irish Coffee and replayed the video she had
recorded the previous evening as her alter-ego Mistress Topaz. The
sweet gullible male climaxing and then being sprayed with the combined
cum of six real studs. Three focused on his face while the other three
came all over his delicately sissy dress. Casually she reached for the
phone and dialed a number she had taped to the phone.
"Hello Shakers Movers, John Shaker, how may I help you?"
"Hello, I'm moving from my loft to a house, I would like all my things
transported." As she gave the address Regina made a mental note to move
her belongings out of the living room so it would look like she was
just moving in. There were still a dozen more moving companies in the
city so in a month when the urge struck her again, Mistress Topaz could
acquire a new plaything and no-one would be any wiser.
THE END
Julianne
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