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House Boy - Part One My name is Dorian Simmons. As my story starts, I am dreaming. I am on a merry-go-round. Around and around I go, faster and faster. My head feels like a children's toy top, spinning dizzily. As I whirl around in circles, the blood flows to my crotch. I wake with a euphoric throbbing between my legs, and to find my fianc?e Elise under the covers. The suction on my cock so intense, it feels like she's trying to drain the life out of me. Half in dream world, and half awake, I groan as my entire body tingles. I shudder and twitch, as ejaculation comes. Spurt after spurt of vanilla tapioca shoots from my penis, filling my girlfriend's warm, moist mouth. "Good morning darling," she said, looking up at me with a devilish smile. She licks away a drop of semen on her chin. Tossing her gorgeous blonde ringlets out of her eyes, she crawls on top of me, kissing me. I grimace as I taste my own cum. Yuk! No matter how gross, I did not stop her from sticking her tongue inside my mouth. I would do anything for Elise. This beautiful, shapely creature is only 22-years old, and a fashion model for the Ford Modeling Agency. The way she licked her lips, reminded me of the way she'd done the same thing in a toothpaste commercial she'd just taped for television. "Did you like that my sweet?" she purred, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me close. "Oh my god, you are spoiling me," I sighed happily. I am the luckiest man in the world. Elise is simply stunning. She has the face of Heidi Klum and the body of Beyonce? high cheekbones? million dollar smile? pert nose? and a body that knocks men off their chairs when she struts the runway at fashion shows in Milan, Paris and New York City. "Come on sleepy head," Elise said throwing aside the sheets. "You said you only wanted a little nap. We're supposed to meet Larry and Harmony at the club at nine." I watched her pert and perfect B-cup breasts bounce as she hopped from bed. Her gorgeous heart-shaped ass swayed sexily as she crossed her bedroom and opened a walk-in closet. On top of being the most beautiful woman I'd ever met, Elise's family was filthy rich. At 22 she owned her own loft right in the heart of Manhattan, courtesy of her father, who'd made all his millions in computer chips out in Silicone Valley. "All right," I said, wiping my eyes, and heading toward the shower. Under the water, I remembered how we'd arranged to set up my friend Larry with one of Elise's model friends, a brunette beauty from Australia named Harmony. I'd grown up with Larry Shapiro in New Jersey. We'd gone to undergraduate school together at NYU. After graduation I'd taken a job working for Elise's father selling computers to large manufacturing plants, while Larry enrolled at Columbia's Law School. Physically he was a big guy, with broad shoulders and a lot of smarts. He came from old money in Newport, Rhode Island, and had helped me numerous times with my grades in college. That said, he was a bit nerdy looking - balding at 23, with wire frame glasses, and a nose that looked two sizes too big for his body. He always bemoaned the fact that he got all the good grades while I got all the pretty women. In an effort to help Larry out, Elise and I had arranged this blind date for him with Harmony. Unfortunately, when we got to the club, and the four of us were seated, I could tell right away that things were not going to work out. Harmony looked like a 21 version of the Victoria's Secrets model Stephanie Seymour, only with an accent like Nicole Kidman. She paid Larry absolutely no attention, and seemed utterly focused on Elise. As the music pounded in the nightclub around us, and the lights flashed, and Harmony laughed and chattered away, poor Larry sat there sipping his Coke looking miserable. Around 11:00 p.m. Larry had had enough. When the girls went to the dance together, he told me, "I'm going to get out of here." "Don't go! You haven't even danced with her!" I cried. "Forget it Dorian," Larry said pushing his glasses up his long nose. "It's not going to work." He looked at me with some irritation, possibly imagining all the fun I was going to have with two beautiful high- powered fashion models to myself. "We're still going to play racquet ball Thursday, aren't we?" "Yeah, I guess. Call me. I've got a new cell phone number." He opened his wallet, withdrew a business card, and jotted a number down on the back. "All right buddy," I said taking the card. "I'm sorry about tonight." "Don't worry about it," Larry sighed. "You're the one that's always had all the luck with the ladies." Luck was right. After Larry left, the two girls sandwiched me on the dance floor. With Elise in front of me and Harmony behind me, their bodies undulating against my pelvis and backside, they practically raped me right there in the club under the flashing lights. After a couple of drinks and a few dances the three of us went back to Elise's loft, where I lived out every man's fantasy of spending the night having sex with two gorgeous women. I didn't actually make love to Harmony? that might have been pushing things too far? but just to see her naked, and making out with my fianc? as I finger fucked Elise, and she masturbated me with one hand, and Harmony with the other, was utterly mind-blowing. The next morning while the girls were showering together, I dug out Larry's card to rub it in a little about my fun night. Funny. I thought he'd written his phone number on his own card - but it was actually on the back of someone else's card. Printed on the front it read: "Mistress Alexia, Behavior Modification Specialist, (212) 494-3894." Mistress? Behavior modification? I dialed Larry's cell number on the back, and said, "This card you gave me last night, with your number. Who's Mistress Alexia? Are you seeing some kind of a prostitute?" Larry got all flustered, and apologized, saying he didn't realize he'd given me that card. "No, no! It's nothing like that at all." "Then what's this all about Larry? It's okay. You can tell me." The poor guy. He couldn't get a woman, so he was seeing a hooker. A pro-Domme. "Someone at Columbia gave me the card. I never even called her. I swear!" Yeah sure. He seemed so upset, I just let it drop. When I told him about my night with the girls, it only compounded his misery. Still, I didn't throw the card away. I kept it in my wallet, and every few days I found myself pulling it out and looking at it. Mistress Alexia. Behavior modification. Curiosity was driving me crazy. On my computer at work I Googled "Mistress Alexia" and "New York City." All of which led me to a profile on a web site called www.collarme.com. Unfortunately there was no picture. Just a short written profile and the same phone number: Mistress Alexia Behavior Modification Specialist Strong, strict, but loving Domina seeks generous, submissive bad boys in need of corrective treatment. Specializes in bondage, corporal punishment, feminization, humiliation and anal training. I am not looking for a boyfriend - just well paying slaves that I can use and abuse at my whim. So please don't even go there. I am bisexual and prefer women for emotional relationships and males for teasing and torturing. Possible house boy position available. Call today for your free consultation. (212) 494-3894 Free consultation!? I read the profile over and over, examining each detail. What did she mean, she preferred women for emotional relationships? The more I looked at it, I found myself thinking of Mistress Alexia as the ultimate challenge for my charms as a Casanova. I'd conquered Elise and countless other attractive women. In my mind I built a cozy fantasy of meeting this black leather goddess and taming her? till she fell madly in love with me. Me. Dorian Simmons. By Wednesday I could stand it no longer, and during my lunch break I dialed the number. 212-494-3894. I got a machine. Damn. I called back. Constantly, every two hours, till finally Wednesday night around 10 p.m. someone picked up. "Hello, this is Mistress Alexia." Gulp. My throat went dry. "Er., hi. My name is..." Suddenly my mind went completely blank! "Dorian! My name is Dorian." "Did you see my ad Dorian?" "Yes. I-I saw your profile on the internet," I stammered. "I called about the free consultation." "So what are you into? Bondage? discipline? cross-dressing? do you like getting fucked?" "No! I've never done any of those things before." "Then why are you calling me?" I really didn't know why. I was just curious. "Okay. Let me explain something right up front. I am an extremely busy woman. I don't have time for players. Are you familiar with Charlie Brown's on 20th Street? I go there every Monday night for dinner." Charlie Brown's was a moderately priced steak house on the east side. "Be there this Monday at 7:00 p.m. If you have the balls to show up, we'll chat. If you decide not to come, fine, no big deal, but I will block your number and never speak with you again. Ever. And that's final. Understood?" "I'll be there!" I said enthusiastically. Thursday, I was so excited about my date with Alexia, when I met Larry at the gym to play racquetball, I couldn't help but tell him about it. I had to tell somebody. "You did what?" Larry exploded. "Are you out of your mind? You're engaged to one of the hottest women in the world, and you made an appointment with a Dominatrix?" "It's just a consultation!" I replied, serving the ball. Larry swung, sending the ball whizzing against the wall. "You're an idiot!" "I'm just curious!" I cried, swinging my racquet, sending a sizzling shot to the corner, making Larry dive for the ball. Somehow Larry made the shot, hitting a light tap, that I would have had to run for. I didn't even bother. Larry was so damn competitive. "My serve," Larry said, bouncing the ball. "What do you hope to accomplish by meeting this woman?" I shrugged, and said, "I don't know. I really don't know. I'm just curious to meet her. We'll meet, chat, and that will be the end of it!" I couldn't wait for the rest of the week to go by. Normally I looked forward to weekends because I got to spend them with Elise and I could not wait to be in her bed. But for the first time since I met Elise, I felt distracted. All I could think about was satisfying my curiosity about Mistress Alexia. So when Monday finally arrived, I put on my best pair of dark slacks, a new pullover shirt, and even blew dry my long, straight brown hair. I admit, no one has ever accused me of being the sharpest knife in the drawer, and I'm not the biggest, most muscular guy in the world, but I was blessed with one asset that opened a lot of doors for me: a pretty face. From the moment the host seated me in a booth with Alexia, I could tell she was delighted by my appearance. We she first saw me, her face lit up like she was just coming off a diet and I was a juicy T-bone steak. Whereas she seemed pleased, I admit, I was less than impressed. Mistress Alexia must have been at least twice my age. I guessed about 45. And overweight. She had short brunette hair cut in a man's style, a bland, round face, and a ghostly pale complexion without a stitch of makeup. Although she wasn't wearing black leather, she was wearing a black button-down shirt and a pair of dark slacks. "How old are you?" she began. "Twenty-three," I said. "My goodness," she said looking flustered. "You're still a baby. The men who call me are usually quite a bit older." So our conversation began. Before our entrees arrived, I learned that Mistress Alexia had known from childhood she knew she had an overly strong, domineering personality. She said she felt she was born to be a leader, but felt stifled in most jobs she'd ever hard, because she had a hard time taking orders from men. As she became more dominant in her sex life, she simply integrated it into her career, and became a professional Dominatrix. "My clients are mostly married men. Much older than you. In their 40's and 50's. Boys your age can't afford me. My subs tend to be professional men. Doctors, lawyers, accountants, dentists? I even have a police chief that I see and a politician. Some come from as far away as Washington D.C. and one flies in from Dallas every month." I listened in fascination. All right, I could see why Mistress Alexia hadn't posted a photo on her profile. But once she opened her mouth, I admit, I was mesmerized. She was right. There was something very direct and forceful about her way of speaking, her mannerisms and her body language. The woman had power, and a superior intellect. Her eyes narrowed as she looked me over. "So tell me sweetie. What brought you to my web site?" "Actually a friend gave me one of your business cards. He said it was by mistake. Did you ever meet a guy named Larry Shapiro?" "No," she said cutting her prime rib. "But then again, a lot of men don't use their real names. So tell me. Why did you call?" I blushed and sipped my iced tea. "I don't know exactly. I was curious mostly." "Do you have any sexual fantasies?" I'd always wanted to screw Elise up the ass, but she was squeamish about the whole idea, so I'd given up trying. "Not really?" "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Yes. I'm engaged actually. To a beautiful woman. Have you ever heard of Elise Nelson?" "The Ford Agency model?" "Yes. She's my fianc?e." Alexia's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Very impressive, indeed. She's stunning." She wiped her mouth with her napkin. "What is she like in bed?" I shrugged, feeling a little smug. "Oh, she's wonderful. Incredible. We have the best sex." Alexia's brows furrowed. "Then what are you doing here? With me?" I didn't know actually. I tried to remember my thoughts on viewing Alexia as a challenge, but couldn't quite duplicate my train of thought. "Most of the men that I see come to me because their wives won't do certain things." "Like what?" "Like dressing them up in lingerie." I blushed deeply. "Why would a man want to do that?" "Have you ever tried it?" she smiled sweetly. When I shook my head vehemently no, she grinned and said, "Then you don't know how exciting it can be till you've tried it. Women's lingerie is all very tactile. Silks. Nylon. Lace. They feel very arousing against your skin? particularly when you're not used to such fabrics? and especially because it's all quite forbidden to men. I'll bet you would look adorable in a merry widow, garter belts and stockings." My face got so red, she laughed at me gaily. "You look so cute when you blush," she grinned. When we were finished eating, as we walked out the front door of the restaurant, Alexia said to me, "So, I guess you're going home to your girlfriend, the super model?" "No. We don't live together. I'm heading home to my studio apartment uptown." "Hm?" Her eyes narrowed. "How would you like to walk me home? maybe come in for some coffee? We can chat a little more. I like just around the corner." I gulped, and found myself saying, "S-sure!" And I didn't even drink coffee. She lived a block away in an apartment on the sixth floor of a tenement building on 8th Avenue. Once inside she said she would give me the "grand tour." The living room was tastefully decorated, with polished wooden floors, a pit group of cream corduroy couches and lots of plants and art deco prints by people like Maxfield Parish and Picasso. She had two bedrooms. Her room had a huge king-sized mahogany bed, and the other she'd converted into what she called her "dungeon." She flipped on the light. There was a simple single bed in the room, a matching bureau, and a large, ornately cared wooden cabinet with double- doors. She unlocked the cabinet, and opened it up, revealing rows of paddles, crops, chains and implements I had never seen before. Giving me only a quick peek, chuckling at my open-mouthed stare, she closed the doors and locked them back up. Making herself a cup of coffee and giving me a glass of soda, she led the way to her living room, where we sat side by side on the love seat. Thankfully she did not turn on the T.V. "You're submissive, I can tell," she said. "What are you talking about?" I sputtered. Me? Submissive? "I have a sixth sense about these things. You do the whole straight, model thing as a cover-up. You really want to serve a strong, Dominant woman like me. That's what brought you here. That's why you called." I laughed out loud. "You don't even know me!" "I know your type," she said smugly. "I'm willing to bet I know you better than you know yourself." My mind was spinning like a merry-go-round. "I'm not submissive." "Okay, I'll prove it. Hm? I bet I could make you do anything I want. Anything. And you'll do exactly what I tell you to do." Feeling nervous and apprehensive, I tried to laugh off such a wild accusation. "You don't know what you're talking about!" "Don't I?" she said, eyes narrowing, focusing on me like lasers. "In the snap of my fingers I can make you do whatever I want." "This is getting crazy?" I said growing scared. Alexis's demeanor hardened, and reminded me of my crusty old grandmother just before she got ready to scold us for coming in the house with muddy clothes. "Stand up!" she said quietly, but firmly. "What!?" "You heard me. Get up. Or get out!" On wobbly knees, feeling a bit like a robot, surprised by my own actions, I did as I was told. "Now take off your clothes," she said sipping her coffee, hiding a smile. "WHAT!? I don't even know you!" "Shut up! Stop jibber-jabbering and just do as I say. Take off everything. I want to see what you look like naked. Let's see what your girlfriend sees in you. Do you have a big cock? Let me see." Astounded by what was happening, fingers shaking, I began to pull off my shirt. "Everything. Undershirt too. Take it off. Now your shoes." I couldn't believe I was doing this. I wasn't submissive! Yet I found myself pulling off my socks, then my pants? till I was down to a pair of Hanes boxer briefs. "Panties too," she said. "They're men's underwear!" "Just shut up and pull them down," she said, sipping her coffee as I pushed my briefs down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Sitting back comfortably on the couch, Alexia studied my body from head to toe, while I stood there trembling with nervousness and excitement. Turning red, I tried covering my privates with my hands. "Don't hide it," she snapped, pushing my hands aside. "Let's see what you've got. Goodness. It's rather disappointing. Rather small." Mortified, I croaked, "It gets bigger." "Let's see. Play with yourself. Get it hard." "Alexia! Please! Enough is enough!" The black clad woman lounged on the couch, sipping her coffee. "This is hardly anything at all. I'm just trying to figure out how you're able to keep a top model like Elise Nelson happy. You're not very tall or very masculine. You don't have any hair on your body at all. No muscles. And you can't even get a hard-on. Not very impressive." "I can get hard," I said through gritted teeth. "Then do it!" she said smiling sweetly, looking up at me. Hanging my head, my heart pounding, I began to touch myself in front of this 45 year old, pudgy, ordinary-looking woman with an attitude, who sat there grinning triumphantly. I couldn't believe I was standing naked in front of a woman I'd met only hours ago, masturbating! My heart raced, I felt scared to death, but at the same time I admit, I felt strangely aroused. I pulled on my organ a few times, and in a matter of seconds I was fully erect, and stroking myself proudly. "Goodness. Is that it?" "What do you mean, is that it!?" "Oh I'm sorry honey. I don't mean to hurt your feelings or anything. But trust me, I've seen hundreds of hard cocks in my day and yours is? pretty? it's got a very nice shape? but you're quite a bit less than average. What is it? About three inches?" "It's bigger than that!" Four inches. I knew because I'd measured it. Alexia giggled, and said, "Honey, I was right. You're a sissy. Especially with a piece of equipment like that, you could never service a real woman. The only thing you'll really ever be fit for, is serving some woman or man as their submissive sissy." At that point I stopped touching myself, and instead, having my masculinity so degraded?I hid myself with my hands. Plus, calling me a "sissy" struck a raw nerve. When I'd grown up, on a couple of rare occasions, some of the jocks in the locker room in junior high school had teased me about my small size and nicknamed me "peanut." I'd been so humiliated, to this day I will not eat anything with nuts. "Okay, I've seen enough. You can put your clothes back on and go home now." "What?" I said, standing there, feeling like a complete fool. "Do I have to repeat myself constantly with you?" she said with some irritation. "Let's go Little Missy, you can pull your panties up and leave." I gulped, and did as I was told. I was so nervous, my erection quickly dissolved. Doing my best to hide my crotch from her view, I quickly pulled my pants up and finished dressing. "I can't believe you got me excited like that? insult me? and then just tell me to go home," I said feeling grumpy. "Is that it?" "Yes, that's it for tonight," Alexia said languidly. "When you get home, I want you to call me. Do you understand?" "You do?" "There you go with the questions again. All you have to say is, Yes Mistress," she corrected. "Yes Mistress," I repeated. "You mind as well start learning the proper etiquette if you want to see me again. You do want to see me again, don't you?" "I don't know," I said with some irritation. I still couldn't believe how easily she had manipulated and belittled me. "You're leaving me very frustrated." This seemed to be music to Alexia's ears. She grinned happily. "Good. Glad to hear it. Now go." We hugged, and I kissed her full on the mouth. Nor did I give her just a peck. I held it as long as she let me, till finally she pushed me away. Her eyelashes fluttered almost prettily, and she giggled like a young girl. My kiss surprised her, but not in a bad way. She looked a bit flushed herself, and later would admit to me she wasn't used to getting kissed by "pretty, young boys." My mind in turmoil, I took the subway back to my place. I sat there in the rattling subway car, replaying everything over in my mind. Maybe Alexia was right. Maybe I was submissive. I couldn't believe how easily she'd gotten me to do her bidding. As soon as I got back to my apartment, I took all my clothes off, climbed into bed and called Alexia on my cell. "Good, good, I'm glad you made it home safe. Where are you? In your living room, or?" "I'm in my bedroom." "Are you naked?" "Yes, I am," I blushed, and started to fondle myself. "And I'll bet your playing with yourself." "Yes," I gulped. "Ah? young men and their libidos. Eventually we will have to do something about that. But for now? you want to masturbate, don't you?" "Yes," I whispered. "Well, go ahead. Play with your little pee pee. Only you are not allowed to cum until I give you permission." "All right." I winced as she referred to my endowment as little. Amazing what a single word can do to a man's psyche. "The proper response is, yes Mistress Alexia!" "Yes Mistress Alexia!" I said as I played with myself. "Good," she purred. "Now. I have a question for you. Do you want to see me again?" "I?I?" I didn't know. She had me so out of sorts, I was a bit scared of her actually. She'd insulted my masculinity? called me a submissive. "Can I cum now!?" "No! Not until you answer my question. Do you want to see me again?" "Yes!" I cried. I'd tell her anything she wanted to hear just so she would allow me to ejaculate. "I thought so," Alexia purred in the phone. "I don't think you can afford me, and you're much too young to take on as a client, so I have a proposition for you." "What kind of a proposition," I squeaked as I continued stroking like mad. "Well, if you saw my ad online, you know that I'm looking for a house boy. You're kind of cute, and I have a feeling you'd make the perfect sissy house boy. That way you can still see me, it wouldn't cost you anything, and I can train you, so that when you get older, and you meet a nice Dominant woman, you'll be able to serve her properly." I had no idea what she was talking about. "What would I have to do?" I asked through gritted teeth. I wanted to cum badly, but was trying to hold back. "So do you want to be my sissy house boy Dorian?" she whispered sexily. "I-I don't know," I hesitated, masturbating like crazy. "You'd get to take part in sessions with my submissives," she said softly. Although Alexia was not attractive, she had one hell of a sexy voice! "You'd get to take a peek inside my world. See what I do to men. You'd get to watch me dress them up? beat their ass? and fuck them." "Can I cum now!?" I asked frantically, "Answer the question first. Do you want to be my house boy?" "Yes!" I cried. "Yes, I'll do it! Now please let me cum!" I heard her pause, and chuckle. Making me wait, teasing me to the limits, gave her great satisfaction. It was all so surreal, Alexia had me so worked up, normally I would have cum by now, but somehow she had control of me, even through the phone line! "All right little Missy, go ahead. Have your little spurt." As soon as she said "go ahead," I came. Powerfully too. So hard that it shot all the way to my chin. Nor did I have to say a thing. Alexia knew exactly what was happening just by listening to my shrill cry of pleasure. "My, that was quick," she purred. "And right on cue." She laughed softly. "And you don't think you're submissive. Do you feel better now?" "Yes," I said gasping for breath. I'd made a mess all over myself. "Call me on Wednesday night ten o'clock so we can discuss your duties. I'll be waiting to hear from you. Good night, little Missy." I lay there in a puddle of my own cum, wondering what I had agreed to. House boy? What was that? As I hung up the phone, I felt somewhat grumpy. She'd gotten me so horny, I'd wanted to cum so badly, I would have agreed to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. The next day at work I must have screwed up a half dozen times on different projects. I just couldn't keep my mind on what I was doing. All I could think about was the previous evening with Alexia. Was I crazy? Fooling around with a professional Dominatrix? Especially an overweight one that was twice my age. She wasn't even pretty! And yet, every time I thought about her, I got an immediate erection. As she'd requested, on Wednesday night I called Alexia at exactly 10 p.m. "You're on time," Mistress Alexia purred into the phone. "That's good. So. Is your little pee pee hard?" Actually it was. "Yes," I admitted. She chuckled into the phone. She took it as a sign over her control over me, and loved it. "Good. But you're not to masturbate this time. In fact, you're not to touch yourself until I see you again." "When will that be?" I asked, almost frantically. What did she mean, I wasn't allowed?! I'd masturbate as soon as we hung up, if I damn well wanted to. "Hold on there little Missy. We need to get a few rules cleared up first. You do still want to be my House Boy, don't you?" I gulped, unsure what I was getting into, but certain that it must include lots of wild and kinky sex. "Y-yes? Alexia. I mean, Mistress Alexia." At the time, I had no idea how those few words would change the course of my entire life. "Good," Alexia said, obviously delighted. "Now just to clear up some of the ground rules. Rule #1, is quite simple. You do exactly what I command you to do - or our relationship is at an end. There are no questions asked. No need for discussion. This is not a democracy. When I tell you to do something, especially in front of a client?you do it?and you do it right away. For all intents and purposes, you are my slave. It's my way or the highway. If I tell you to do something and you give me an argument? I will tell you to leave? and there will be no coming back. For instance, if I tell you I want you at my house on Friday and it's your skinny little girlfriend's birthday - I don't want to hear about it. No, is not in your vocabulary. Disobey me, and I will hang up on you - or ask you to leave. Our relationship will be at an end. Is that understood?" "Yes?" I whispered. "Rule #2. Everyone addresses me as Mistress Alexia. But you, as my House Boy?I want you to call me Mommy." Mommy? How odd. "Yes... Mommy." "Excellent. Be at my house this Friday night at 9 o'clock sharp." Friday night I traditionally went over to Elise's right after work. We ordered pizza and rented a movie and sort of slid on into the weekend together. "On Friday nights I?" "What did I just say?!" Alexia practically screamed into the phone. "Do you want me to hang up on you right now!? Are you some sort of a retard? After only five minutes are we already at an end?" "NO!" I cried. "It's nothing. I was just thinking out loud about something I was supposed to do. I can re-schedule it. It's not a problem." "Good," Alexia growled. "Because on Friday night I have one of my favorite submissive clients coming over. He's a wealthy older gentleman, in his 50's, and a surgeon. All I want you to do is sit and watch. He will pay me an extra $100 just to have a cute young boy sitting there in the room, watching me beat his ass." Her voice grew conspiratorial, as she added, "I'll split the $100 with you, so you make $50 out of the deal. And you don't have to do a thing. Just sit there and watch." She chuckled. "I promise you, you'll find the evening much more entertaining than renting a video." "Sounds g-great," I said, my voice cracking like a teen going through puberty. "Good. Now remember. No touching yourself until Friday. As my House Boy, you're not allowed to touch yourself unless I give you permission. And," she said evenly, "all I will have to do is look at you?and I'll know if you've been a good boy or not." "I'll be good," I said, wondering how I would be able to wait two days. I normally masturbated twice a day. Once in the morning when I woke up, and again before I went to sleep. "You'd better be. See you Friday," she said, and hung up. What had I gotten myself into already? What was I going to tell Elise? My beautiful Elise! I did what any man would do in this kind of situation: I lied. I made up a story and told Elise that my parents had invited me to their place in New Jersey for dinner on Friday night, and that they had something important to discuss with me. What exactly, I didn't have a clue, and would have to concoct later. After I made up my phony excuse, and Elise sighed and said, "Okay," after I hung up the phone, I groaned. Something had just been lost in our relationship. I'd never lied to her before. Not blatantly like this. A month ago I would have never considered giving up an evening with Elise. She was the love of my life Elise? the girl of my dreams? the woman I wanted to marry and spend my life with. And yet, I just did. I'd lied to her just to spend an evening with a Dominatrix and a 50 year old pervert that liked getting his ass beat. Actually, it turned out he liked quite a bit more than that? On Friday night, I ring the bell in the lobby of Alexia's building, and she buzzed me in. "It's open," came a scratchy metallic voice through the intercom. I went upstairs and found the door to her apartment unlocked. My pulse rate shifted up a gear as I stepped inside her living room. No one was in sight. I tapped on the closed door of the dungeon. "Come in," came her muffled voice inside the play room. I pushed it open, wondering if I was going to get jumped, beaten and robbed. No. The door opened, and there stood Mistress Alexia in her full regalia? a skin tight pair of shiny black pants, knee high boots with a 4" stiletto heel, and a black leather corset, from which spilled her volumous breasts. In her hand she held a black riding crop. Before her, hands restrained up over his head, dangling from a chain hooked to the ceiling, was a naked, blindfolded, balding, 53 year old surgeon named Bernard. His ass was crisscrossed with red welts. As I watched, she grinned broadly, quite merrily, as she brought her arm all the way back, like a pro at Wimbledon getting ready to whack a tennis ball. The riding crop sliced through the air, leaving another bright red stripe across the poor man's sweaty derriere. He screamed into a ball gag that was strapped around his head. "Our guest has arrived," Alexia said softly. "Close the door." I did as told, the sound of which perked up the blindfolded man's ears. Beads of sweat burst from his forehead. Suddenly his whole body seemed to be glistening with perspiration. "Yes," Mistress Alexia whispered into the man's ear, while grinning at me. "She's finally here. Just like I told you." She? The man tried to say something, but his words were garbled by his gag. "Yes, exactly," Alexia chuckled, and gave him another red stripe with her crop. The man shrieked, his whole body tensing. Alexia strode across the room to me, and lowered her voice. "He thinks you're a woman. He'll be even more excited when he finds out you're really a man. So don't say anything to give away your identity. Just lift the register of your voice a little bit, and speak softly if I say anything to you. And? go put on the clothes I've laid out for you on the bed." I glanced at some sort of a frilly pink costume, with huge crinoline skirts. "Where should I get changed?" I whispered. The bathroom? Her eyes looked me up and down in complete amusement. "Right here darling. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. Take off everything and put on the things I've laid out for you, including the heels." "You said I would just have to sit and watch," I hissed quietly. "I've never?" Alexia's eyes stopped me from saying another word. "Just go with it. I promise you that you are going to enjoy every minute of this." I gulped, and found myself saying, "Yes Mommy." "Now where were we," Alexia said, and went back to heating up Bernard's bottom with her crop. Pulling off my shirt, I looked at the articles of clothing neatly laid out upon the bed. The dress looked like some sort of fairy costume. My face reddened as I noted a pair of pink fishnet stockings. "Are you enjoying all of this my pet?" Alexia said to the bound man, who could only mumble into his gag in response. "Good. Twenty more then." In between swings of her riding crop, she watched my every movement. A look of lust flashed across her eyes as I stripped down to my boxer shorts. "Take off your panties too," she said to me, then leaned closer to the man's ear and pretended to whisper so that only he could hear, but I heard every word. "You should see what my girlfriend is putting on for you. She is going to look so pretty. So sexy." I blushed as I stepped out of my underwear, and hurriedly picked up the dress, trying to figure out how to put it on, to cover my nakedness. "Step into it," she told me. Her arm swung again. WHACK! I stepped into what looked like a ballerina's costume. It fit tight as a woman's one-piece bathing suit around my upper body? only it was crotchless. Several layers of fluffy pink crinolines stood out from my waist like a tutu. The crinolines just barely hid my crotch, making me feel strangely exposed. Nor was there any underwear or panties on the bed. "The stockings next," Alexia instructed as she continued beating the man. I sat on the edge of the bed and lifted my leg, pointing my toe like I'd see women do on T.V. and pulled a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings up my leg? the sensation of which sent goose bumps rippling up my spine. Oh my! I never would have expected women's stockings to feel so good? so sensual. Alexia grinned at me, reading my mind. I reddened in response. "Now fix the garters to the stockings." I lifted my puffy skirts and found four little stretchy belts with tiny snaps at the bottom dangling around my thighs. When I couldn't figure out the little eye-hole snaps, Alexia put aside her crop and assisted me. "Like this darling," she said fixing the first snap. "Now you do the next one. That's it. Good." With a grin, she took a handful of my crinolines and grabbed my soft cock, squeezing it, and giving it a few strokes. She laughed out loud, as my penis sprang to attention. "You seem to be enjoying your new dress, just fine. Now step into your shoes." I stepped into my first pair of 3" heels. Like the rest of my costume they were pink, with little bows over the toes. "Now come here my pretty." Gripping my erection, she pulled me across the room to the dresser. I followed awkwardly in the heels, my ankles wobbling like I was on stilts. At the dresser was a mirror. I looked ridiculous, with this feminine pink fairy costume with its theatrical layered taffeta tutu, just barely covering my privates, but short enough to reveal my garter belts and stockings. Alexia took a curly blonde haired wig from a styrofoam stand, ran her fingers through the locks - and then fit it on my head! She straightened it, and then looked at me approvingly. When I looked into the mirror, I couldn't help but gasp. The addition of a female hairstyle actually did make me look like a girl! Lifting a pair of lipstick from the dresser, Alexia told me to pucker, and painted my mouth a pasty pink. "It's a shame we don't have time to do your whole face. Maybe next time." Hurrying, realizing her sub was straining to hear what we were doing, she brushed a quick swoosh of red rouge across each of my cheekbones, and then returned to her submissive, who she'd left dangling. "Let's get you down from there," she said, hitting a switch on the wall. The chain came down, and she removed his wrist restraints. Meanwhile, I stood mesmerized by my appearance in the mirror. I couldn't get over how good I looked as a girl, even if it was in this ridiculous sissy costume. "All right Tinkerbelle," Alexia said to me as she removed her slave's gag, "stop admiring yourself in the mirror. Go sit." She nodded to one of her dining room chairs that she had placed in the center of the play room. Concentrating on each step in my heels, I made my way to the chair and sat, feeling my skirts billow out around me. I placed my hands in my lap, pushing them down, covering my erection. Alexia placed a second chair facing mine. She sat on it, and ordered the naked submissive surgeon over her lap like a naughty child. As I watched, she proceeded to give him an old-fashioned, open-palmed spanking on his red, tender bottom. After ten swats, he was squirming quite noticeably and whimpering loudly. Through it all, Alexia kept up a steady stream of chatter. "You really like that don't you, slave?" "Yes Mistress Alexia!" Bernard groaned. She stopped for a minute, and reached between his legs and pulled back his penis, which was quite hard and surprisingly big for a 53 year old man. It had to be 8" long, twice the size of my own, and the first I'd ever seen aroused like this close up. She gave it a playful, teasing stroke, and then continued spanking his red bottom. "My girlfriend loves watching me punish naughty boys, don't you girlfriend?" "Oh yes," I whispered. "She's getting quite excited aren't you darling? Lift your skirts darling, let me see your clit? let me see if it's getting wet." I lifted my puffy skirts, revealing my small stiffy. As she'd commanded, I hadn't masturbated since Monday, so I was incredibly horny. I wanted to touch myself in the worst way, and Alexia knew exactly what I was thinking, because she shook her head "no," and bid me to lower my costume. "Oh yes, her pussy is soaking," Alexia said chuckling, spanking the man harder and faster. The poor old gentleman howled, and cried out, "Can... can I p-please? see what? she looks like? Mistress!?" Alexia stopped spanking, and grabbing his swollen testicles, said, "You want me to take off your blindfold?" "Yes Mistress! Please Mistress!" "If I do, you're going to have to pay for it. You're going to have to kiss and lick her feet." "Yes Mistress. Anything Mistress!" "Anything?" Alexia chuckled. "You shouldn't ever say anything to me? because you don't know what I might do to you. Now get up! Get off my lap." The Domina pushed back her chair, and bid the man kneel in front of me. Slowly, teasingly, she removed his blindfold. He only got one quick look at me, then Alexia shoved his head down to my feet and ordered him to "Take off her shoes! That's it? Prince Charming? now I want you to kiss Cinderella's pretty feet through her fishnets. Kiss them, and suck on her toes. Worship them." She stood and strode across the room to the big, tall wooden cabinet in the room and opened the double doors. Inside among the rows of crops and paddles, was a leather harness that she began fitting around her waist over her pants. "Do you think my girlfriend is pretty?" she asked, tightening the straps. Between kissing my feet and sucking on my fishnet covered toes, the man cried, "Oh yes Mistress! Quite beautiful. Thank you Mistress! Thank you!" Alexia flashed me a grin, then fit a very life-like looking 8" dildo into a metal ring in the harness over crotch. It hung there between her legs, looking quite real, and quite frightening. I couldn't imagine what she was going to do next! "Tell my slave how old you are? Doreen." "I'm twenty-three," I said softly, trying to disguise my voice. While the submissive surgeon lapped and licked both of my feet, Alexia pushed her chair out of the way and knelt behind the naked man. "Ahh? so young. So innocent," she sighed. I watched in wide-eyed amazement as she opened a jar of lube and greased up not only her monstrous phallus, but the poor man's rectum. His back arched and he squealed as she slid a finger inside. "Time for your prostate exam doctor," she giggled. "Ooh? you've got such a nice tight ass. I fuck it every month, and yet it still stays so nice and tight for me." She positioned the head at his tiny opening. With a jerk of her hips, the bulbous head disappeared inside the man's bottom. He stopped kissing my feet, and wailed in a high pitched shriek. "Relax? don't tense up? or it will only hurt more." "It's so big Mistress!" She chuckled. "Very perceptive Doctor. I thought it was time we moved you up to the next size. You can take it. Don't you want to impress our guest Doreen with how much dick you can take up your ass?" With that she rammed her hips forward another inch. The poor man was writhing in agony, making me feel truly sorry for him. I'd never seen anything like this in my life, and could not imagine what the poor old fool must be feeling. Undoubtedly he was in pain, compounded by the humiliation of having me watch his defilement. With both hands on the man's hips, Alexia plunged the last few inches into the man's ass, and paused, letting the poor, gasping, groaning man have a minute to collect himself. "Have you ever seen a man take it up the ass like this before?" Alexia said looking me straight in the eye. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "No m'am? er, I mean, Mommy." The poor surgeon was breathing hard, blowing hot air across my moist toes. The woman smiled wickedly. "Men love it! Don't you!" she said, slapping Bernard on his bright red ass. "You just love getting fucked, don't you?" "Yes Mistress!" the man squealed. She began thrusting her hips rapidly back and forth, driving the lifelike cock in and out of the kneeling man's small opening. "It's a shame your wife doesn't know how to use a strapon," Alexia said, then slowed her pace, and began grinding her hips back and forth, undulating sensually. "Maybe I should give her a call sometime? what's her name? Lilith? Hello Lilith? this is Mistress Alexia. Did you know your husband loves getting fucked up the ass? Who knows, maybe when I tell her? then you can get fucked like this every night by a big hard cock. You'd like that slave, wouldn't you?" I watched in utter amazement as the man's cries of pain had begun to turn to sighs of pure pleasure. "Oh yes Mistress!" he moaned uncontrollably. She grabbed the man by the ear and jerked his head up, so that he was looking me straight in the eye. "Look at her!" Alexia commanded. "Look at her while I'm fucking you." "Yes Mistress!" the man gasped. His face showed pure fear, humiliation? and ecstasy. She yanked hard on his ear, forcing him up off all fours, so that he was kneeling in front of me, while Alexia knelt behind him, her hips pressed against his bottom and her 8" extension fully embedded inside her slave. Whispering in his ear, she said, "You want to touch yourself, don't you slave?" She grabbed the man's hips and began thrusting back and forth, slapping her pelvis against his sore, red ass. "Oh yes Mistress! Please Mistress may I touch myself!" He knelt there before me, and I noticed that his previous erection had shriveled and grown soft as she impaled him. "Go ahead! Play with it! Show Doreen what a nice big cock you have." Immediately the man took his long, thick penis in both hands, and began to fondle himself. In seconds it grew into a surprisingly thick, hard 8" erection. The faster she thrust her hips, the harder he got, till a little drop of clear cum glistened on the tiny slit at the tip. She wrapped a forearm around his neck, forcing him to arch his back. "You want to cum, don't you?" "Yes," he gasped. Behind his shoulder, Alexia winked at me. "Before I let you cum? you have to do something for me." "Yes Mistress Alexia, anything!" Alexia leaned back, driving her cock deeply, chuckling. "I want you to lick Doreen's pussy. Will you do that for me? If you lick Doreen's sweet pussy? then I'll let you cum." "Oh yes Mistress!" Alexia laughed and told me, "Lift your petticoats darling? the doctor wants to give you a pap smear with his tongue." My legs tensed, afraid the doctor would truly lose his mind. Then I lifted my skirts, revealing my slender erection standing straight up. If there had been springs on the doctor's eyes, they would have popped out of his head. "It's very pretty little clitty, isn't it?" Alexia whispered to the man. "Oh my yes," Bernard said, his body trembling with anticipation. I looked at Alexia sharply, feeling somewhat betrayed. I'd expected to sit here and watch her do a BDSM session with one of her clients?not become a part of the routine. I'd never done anything even remotely like this before? wear women's clothes? watch a man get beaten? fucked? and now to show another man my penis? especially when it was fully aroused! This isn't what I had signed on for! Her lips behind her slave's ears, Alexia said softly, "Go ahead darling? I know you want to lick Doreen's pussy. Go ahead. Then mommy will let you cum." With her hand on the back of the man's neck, she pushed the doctor's face into my crotch. His mouth went wide open, and his lips landed on the head of my cock like a giant suction cup. "Oh my god!" I cried out as the man's warm, moist mouth slid all the way down my explosively excited shaft. Alexia held onto the man's hips, and continued to fuck him mercilessly, as she looked me straight in eye. "I told you that you were going enjoy it tonight. You seem to be having a good time. How do you like being my House Boy? You're the lucky one. You get treated good." I squirmed and writhed in the chair. It shocked me to realize, that even though I'd never been sexual with another man before, not having masturbated all week, I was about to explode! "I'm about to cum!" I cried out. Alexia's eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare! You will not cum," she said firmly. "But I want to really bad!" I cried out. An angry scowl on her face, the woman reached out and grabbed one of my nipples through the ballerina costume and dug her long nails into it. "You control that nonsense," she said. "It's not your turn." Grinning, pumping her hips like she was doing a dance, "It's the doctor's turn." With his lips bobbing up and down on my cock, Bernard tried to say, "Oh yethpth!" "You can cum doctor," Alexia said calmly, "Any time you are ready. Just shoot. Go ahead. Just shoot that big load you've been saving up for me for the past hour. Just let it go." Quite on cue, his voice box warbled on my erection as Dr. Bernard Williamson, the chief head neurosurgeon at Mount Sinai Hospital, shot his creamy fresh load across a towel placed strategically on the floor. It made a sound like a sudden, quick patter of rain on the roof? and it was gone. When my own voice rose shrilly, as I too thought I was about to cum - Alexia twisted my nipple like it was a TV dial and she trying to turn me OFF. She didn't even have to say anything - she warned me with her eyes. "Don't you dare," Alexia said, as the doctor simpered and hit high notes like the flute in an orchestra, "Not until I give your permission." The doctors head began to slow it's up down pistoning on my throbbing third blind eye. "When is it my turn?" I whimpered weakly? trying hard not to pout. My penis was throbbing, on the verge of ejaculation. For a minute I was afraid it might just go off all on its own. Grinning devilishly, Alexia said, "When I decide. Don't worry. You'll get your turn. One of these days." One of these days? Alexia pulled on her slave's ear, lifting the man's head out of my crotch. The doctor eye's eyes wavered as he fought to catch his breath. He was still in the orgasmitron? still coming down. "Push your skirt down," Alexia chided me. "It's not nice for a lady to show her pussy in public." "It's not a pussy," I said to her. She tilted her head, and said, "I'm sorry honey. But yes it is. If you're going to be my House Boy. That's going to be my pussy. I can read you like a book. You are the perfect little sissy, only you don't quite realize it yet. But you will. You will." Alexia chuckled merrily. The woman obviously enjoyed her work. "Bernard, go clean up in the bathroom, while Doreen gets changed." Nodding gratefully, both of us feeling awkward and embarrassed, we stood, me with my hands pushing down the front of my crinoline skirts, hiding my disappointed and softening penis. The doctor, trying to wipe the silly grin off his face, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, smiled at us both, and hurried out of the room and down the hall to where he'd left his clothes in the bathroom. Alexia began unclip my garters and pulling the shoulder straps down on my little fairy costume. "Come on Tinkerbelle, take that off. Keep your wig on, and put this on for now," she said, handing me a woman's short white silk robe from Victoria's Secrets. "Why can't I just put on my clothes?" I asked. "I don't want Bernard to see you dressed like a man. It might freak him out. At the moment, to him, you're a woman with a penis. Let him think that for now. I don't want him to become gay. He is married, and I'm not out to completely destroy his marriage. I couldn't do that to another man's wife. I don't know what you think about taking money for this kind of service? but that's all this is to me? is a service. We're giving a married man expensive chocolate, that he is willing to pay $300 an hour for?because his wife only feeds him vanilla." I nodded, and did as Alexia bid. It felt strangely comfortable to wear a woman's short white silk robe, and to be naked in an apartment I'd only visited once before. The only thing that was uncomfortable, was the wig. It fit around my head like a beanie that was two sizes too small. After the surgeon was cleaned up, and back in his very dapper looking dark grey suit and striped tie, Alexia suggested we sit in her living room for a few minutes and "discuss the session and decompress." But first Alexia took me into her kitchen and showed me where everything was located so, "You can serve us the next time you come." She provided the glasses and I poured us three glasses of wine. As we sat, sipped and chatted I couldn't help but notice how Alexia's demeanor slowly changed, almost like a chameleon changing colors. She softened from Dominant Mistress back to the woman I'd met at Charlie Browns. Still quite powerful, but no longer in high managerial gear. "You've really never done anything like this before?" Bernard asked me. Now dressed in a designer suit, he looked every bit a professional and a gentleman. Hard to believe that only 20 minutes earlier he'd been on his hands and knees getting fucked by the woman seated to his left. "This was all a first for me," I blushed. "She's a true virgin," Alexia smiled. "You've never done drag before?" Bernard asked. "Oh no! This was a total surprise." "Well you make a very convincing girl," the man said admiringly. "You should think about doing drag shows. You really should. You've got very feminine features." It made me feel odd to have a man look at me that way - like I was a woman, and not a man. "I-I don't know, this is all kind of new to me." "She's adorable," Alexia smirked, "and the sissy bitch knows it too." All I could do was sip my wine and stare at the floor, wondering where this was all leading. "So what did you think of what Mistress Alexia was doing to me?" the man asked curiously. I shrugged. "I really don't understand it all. I mean, I don't understand why anyone would want to be beaten or spanked? I don't like pain." "Yes," Alexia said, "but you admit, you were aroused the whole time that you were watching, weren't you?" "Yes," I blushed. "I guess I was." "I know it might sound hard to understand," Bernard explained, "but pain has a way of making everything more sensitive? more intense. Even the humiliation. I admit, it was a big turn-on for me just having you watch? and then?" he blushed slightly himself, "? that was the first time I've ever gone down on another man before." "It was a first for me too," I said nervously. Alexia's eyes narrowed. "You both certainly seemed to enjoy yourself. And you both needn't worry about it. You are not gay. I made you do it. All right? Don't even think about it any further than that." We both nodded and sighed. Shortly afterwards Alexia led Bernard to the door. They whispered a few things I couldn't hear, she patted him on the bottom, they kissed each other on the cheek, and he was gone. Leading me back into the dungeon, Alexia explained some of my additional house boy duties, which included cleaning and putting away all her toys and straightening up the room. "Now that Bernard is gone, you can take off your robe," Alexia said, pulling it from me and hanging it up in a closet. "You can do your chores naked. So I can look at you. At those cute little buns. And at your teenie weenie peenie." It felt odd to be nude, while she was fully clothed. My entire body flushed with embarrassment. "Can I take off this wig?" I asked. "Yes you can take it off." "My hair is not that bad," I said. "I don't know why you made me wear a wig." "It was for your own protection. What if you run into the doctor at the hospital some time? Do you want him to know it was your pussy he was slurping?" I hadn't thought about that. "I suppose not?" Alexia instructed me to clean her strapon while she put away her crops and paddles. As I cleaned my first dildo? I could not help but curiously examine it. Good god, it was big. Twice the size of my own piece of equipment and much thicker. No wonder she called mine a pussy. I don't know how Bernard could have taken it? and actually seemed to enjoy it. I shuddered, and prayed Alexia never got any ideas about doing that to me. I might be a little bit submissive, but I had no desire to be used that way! As I washed the mammoth weapon, I noticed she used a condom - which she said was important. Everything Alexia did was geared toward safe sex. She said she would never do anything with her clients or with me, that was unsafe, all of which was comforting to hear. When everything was clean and put away, Alexia told me I could get dressed and go. The entire time I'd been walking around naked in front of her, I'd had an erection. And now she wanted me to leave, after making me wait all week to masturbate, and involving me in her kinky session. I couldn't help but ask shyly, "Can I at least cum before I go? I did as you said, and haven't touched myself." Alexia glanced at her watch, and tapped her foot. "You have been rather good tonight. I do suppose your little clitty does deserve a spurt." "Oh thank you? Mommy!" I sighed with relief. "Only, it's not going to be the way you think," she said. Leading me back into the play room, she pulled on a plastic glove, and told me to get up on the single bed on my hands and knees. I watched as she dipped two gloved fingers into a jar of Vaseline. "Come on now! I don't have all night." Not understanding what she was up to, but fearing the worst, I did as told and knelt on all fours. She sat heavily behind my bottom. The next thing I knew, I felt her smear a glob of greasy goo down the crack of my back. I shuddered and roiled, moving away. "Stay still!" she ordered, giving my bottom a smack with her ungloved bare hand. A greasy finger swirled around my virgin anus. "Have you ever been finger fucked before?" "NO! Of course not!" "Well, from now on, this is the way you're going to masturbate." I let out a feminine, high-pitched squeal as her index finger began working its way inside me. "Oh no! Please no!" I had images of her strapping on the dildo she'd used on Bernard, and trying to use it on me. My knees went weak. "Oh stop it! Calm down. It's just a little finger. Didn't your mother ever take your temperature rectally when you were a boy?" Actually she had, as had my grandmother, and it had always been a mortifying experience. As her finger thrust back and forth deeper and deeper my entire body began to tremble and shake. Then suddenly her fingertip found my prostate, and began to massage it gently. Unable to control myself, I let out an embarrassing coo. Alexia laughed. "There you go. I found your G-spot. Didn't know you had one, did you? From now on, when I give you permission to cum, you'll cum like this?like the girl you are. Real men get to use their penis, but you'll never be a real man, not with your little baby pee pee. Sissies like you use their pussy hole. So you mind as well start getting used to it." Never having been touched that way, I had no idea that it could actually feel so pleasurable. I'd always associated anything to do with my anus with my bowels, and thought of it as dirty and disgusting. After just five minutes, I was surprised to feel an overwhelming pressure building up deep inside of me, from a place I never even knew existed. Mommy's fingers moved faster. Unable to control myself, I began mewing and moaning in both pleasure and unabashed shame. I never would have thought it possible, but her continued internal massage triggered an intense orgasm. I screamed in surprise and relief as my body erupted. Amazingly, my penis was only half aroused, and yet it ejaculated. White droplets sprayed across the towel Mommy had spread under me? and my insides twitched and spasmed over and over again, longer than any normal ejaculation I'd ever experienced. "There you go, my little fairy princess. A nice big cum for Mommy," she smiled. As she spoke, she continued rubbing my prostate, so that a long, sticky stream of semen continued to ooze and dribble from the tip of my small, soft organ, as I moaned softly in complete and utter satisfaction. Once she'd milked me completely dry, Alexia withdrew her finger and pulled off her rubber glove with a snap. She stood and looked at me and laughed, with her hands on her hips. I continued to kneels, head on the sheets, still in euphoria, with my fanny raised. She gave me bare bottom a sharp slap. "You are such a perfect little sissy. See? You like being finger fucked like a girl. It's quite obvious." Red-faced, trying to get it together, I crawled off the bed. What had just happened? I couldn't get over how my body had exploded?without even once touching my penis! This woman knew more about my body, than I knew myself! "Clean up your mess. Put the towel in the laundry, then you can get dressed and go." Silently, still trying to figure out what kind of spell Alexia had put on my body to make it behave like this, I did as I was told. Still in a daze, I followed my over-sized Mistress to the front door. It was almost midnight. Alexia handed me a $50 bill. "Bernard gave me an extra $100 to have you in the session. I promised you that I would split it with you." Feeling guilty, for what I'm not sure, I took the bill and stashed it in my back pocket. I guess I was officially a whore now. Every white man's dream. Getting paid for sex. "So you had fun?" she asked. "Yes, very much so," I whispered, then realizing I was still using the feminine voice I'd adopted for Bernard. I tried to lower the register of my vocal chords, and my voice squeaked like an adolescents. "You are so full of surprises. It was different." "But you liked it?" "Yes," I whispered. "Good. Bernard was quite happy. He's one of my regulars. I see him once a month. He wants to see you again. Do you think you would like that?" Did I want to dress like a woman again? and have a man suck my cock? And maybe get finger fucked? Unable to speak the words, I nodded agreement. "Fabulous. I want you here again next Thursday night. I have another submissive similar to the doctor. This one is an airline pilot that likes to crossdress. I said something tentatively to him about you, and he seemed very interested. Next time, I want you to come a little earlier. I want you here before he arrives, around 8 o'clock. So I can get you dressed." "What are you going to do to me?!" Alexia chuckled, her eyes narrowing mysteriously. "You'll find that out on Thursday." That was my racquetball night with Larry. I didn't even mention it to Alexia. Sorry Larry. Insane as it sounded, Larry was going to lose out to a cross-dressing airline pilot. Before I left I hugged Alexia and kissed her on the mouth, and for once, she actually seemed slightly taken back and a bit shy. "You don't like me kissing you?" I asked. "I'd rather you kissed my feet," she said firmly. "Really? You don't like kissing me?" Alexia considered this. When she didn't answer right away, I knew she was torn. "You know that I like you, or you wouldn't be here. But my little princess, you should understand right up front, I get enough of men all week long. I prefer women, when it comes to my own, personal, intimate relationships. Okay, I admit, when you were dressed like a girl, I thought you were cute. But when it comes to kissing, I want a real woman." I gulped. Talk about the ultimate put-down. Alexia saw that I looked ready to cry, and pushed me out the door. "Even if you were to go on hormones and get the change, you are much too young for me. I am not about to get involved with you! Not romantically. Now give me a kiss on the cheek, and go." I did as I was told. In the back of my mind I remembered how when I'd first seen Alexia's card, I thought that she would be a challenge, and that I'd be able to win her over. I suppose I had won her over in a way?but not the way that I'd expected. Never did I imagine then, that I would be on my knees in front of an old, overweight woman that wasn't even pretty, as she milked my prostate. "See you Thursday, Tinkerbelle," Alexia said, and shut the door. To be continued?