Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 4: Stage Test 2 - Staging and Scenery

  

The cacophony of the big city's rush hour assailed their ears as ShaJuana led Ty through the theater district towards an area undergoing serious regentrification. Ty expected that they would continue through that neighborhood and into the rougher, as-yet un-reclaimed section of town. Surely, he thought, that was where establishments such as 'dungeons' could thrive without bothering (or being bothered by) the neighbors.

So he was surprised when they stopped in front of a 1940's era warehouse that had been converted into a rather high end street bazaar. The block-long building was filled from end to end with stylish boutiques and shops offering everything from designer clothes to designer foods to designer hair and grooming services. This couldn't be a 'dungeon', he thought. It was too, well, too out in plain sight. How could they hide what was going on with so many people about?

Smiling at his obvious confusion, Juana took him by the arm and led him to a door at the far end of the block of store fronts. A sign on the door indicated it provided access to the "Service Associates, LLC." The door opened onto a well appointed foyer in which a perky, blond receptionist, seated on the other side of the well appointed room, greeted them. "Hi, Juana. The Boss told me to expect you. You and your friend are set to meet with her at 10 AM in Room Play Room - 3. You've got Prep Room -1 right now for your setups."

"Thanks, DeeDee."

"Have fun," the Little-Mary-Sunshine clone chirped as ShaJuana stepped up to the door next the receptionist's station and quickly keyed in a code on the electronic keypad next to the doorknob. When a soft buzzer sounded, she opened the door and indicated that Ty was to enter. Inside the door, a set of stairs led up to the second floor, where a complex of the expected offices were located. Juana led him down a short hallway to a door marked "Office Supplies" and entered. It seemed like a dead end to Ty, and he was about to ask what was up when the entire back wall of the supply closet, shelves and all, swung open to reveal another waiting room. They went inside and the hidden door closed behind them.

"You need to understand, Ty, that you now have enough knowledge to do a lot of damage if you were so inclined, or if you slipped up and told the wrong people. The location of this dungeon is known only to the people who work directly for Maitresse and those people she trusts enough to take on as clients."

"This is it? Really? I mean, this is not what I think of when I hear 'dungeon', Juana."

The beautiful woman's face relaxed into a broad smile. "Oh, you just never know what you'll find where in New York. Besides, who says you gotta have a castle for a real dungeon, right?" Then she became serious again. "You do understand that Maitresse is trusting you, and I'm the one vouching for you?"

"I won't violate your or her trusts, Juana." and there was a stiff, offended tone to his voice.

ShaJuana relaxed, and smiled again. "I know, but I had to hear you say it. Okay, let me give you the nickel tour. Maitresse's business takes up the rest of this floor and all of the third floor of the old warehouse. From here to the other end of the block are the public and preparation rooms - where folks do the meet and greet, get ready to play or come down off a scene. There's even a real clinic down here, as opposed to the play clinic upstairs"

"You ever needed that?"

"Not since I've been here. Maitresse is very careful who she lets play here and how hard she lets them play, but you just never know for sure, right? You never need something like a clinic in-house until you really need it. Come on. Don't know how complicated today's gonna be, but we'll find out what Maitresse wants us, well, what she wants you to be and do today."

The prep-room was a cross between a health club locker room and a theater dressing room. There were large, metal lockers on one wall opposite a large mirror, a multiple-seat vanity table and a dressing screen against the facing wall. The other two walls were lined with clothes racks filled with garments of all types and materials. Beneath the racks were what must have been more than one hundred pairs of shoes, while the shelf on top of one rack had mannikin heads, each sporting a different wig in a variety of colors and styles. The shelf on the other rack held a large number of strange headgear that really could not be called 'hats.'

One thing was immediately obvious. None of the garments, shoes, wigs or headgear were in any way masculine. Well, Ty thought, no surprise there.

While Ty had been staring at the room, ShaJuana had moved over to the vanity and picked up an envelope. Opening it, she quickly removed and scanned through the note, then shrugged. "Okay, Tyra, time to get you fitted out. Skin out of them boy clothes and put them in one of the lockers. All the way! It's just nine and we only have an hour to get ready. Good thing we got rid of the body hair yesterday," she added, more to herself.

Ty just stared at her for a second, then turned to the locker and began to strip. "Gonna give me an idea on the script for this play, Juana?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

And nearly gave himself whiplash when he snapped back to see the gorgeous Juana already down to her bra and panties. "Umm. . . Juana? Don't you think you should use the screen?"

"No, we don't have time," she replied forcefully, "And didn't I just tell you to strip, boy?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, and resumed his undressing, caught between that angel and devil again, wanting to respect her privacy while at the same time, wanting to enjoy her tall, voluptuous beauty.

"Hurry up! We've got to get you into this corset, and that will take time."

"We've got an hour," he offered, as he tossed the last of his clothes into the locker. Juana pushed her own into the same locker, and then set the combination lock.

"Didn't you learn anything yesterday, knucklehead? Guess not! Okay, over to the corseting trapeze - NOW!"

"Corseting trapeze? What the hell is that?!?"

"Trust me. You'll love it!"

As it turned out, he didn't.

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At 9:45, both he and ShaJuana were mostly in costume. She hadn't been kidding about the heels, either. Hers were easily five inches, probably more, and his were at least four inches tall. Other than that, their costumes couldn't have been more different. Ty wore a classic French Maid's dress in black satin, the skirt stiffened from waist to hem so that it's lowest point was but bare inches lower than the smallest measure of his tightly corseted waist. Impressively realistic breast prosthetics gave the illusion of a full bust and incredible cleavage. Black satin garters, attached to the corset, held up black fishnet stockings. He had a bow tie collar and cuff-linked wrist cuffs that looked like they'd been borrowed from a Playboy Bunny. A blond wig, this time done up in a tight, French braid, was on his head, and was accessorized with a lacy cap.

"I feel like a kinky Mary Poppins who swallowed her umbrella," he groused. "Does this skirt have to poof out like this? It covers nothing and I can't even see my feet!"

"Hey, 'least you ain't havin' to wear the hip and bun pads, boy. In case you haven't figured it out yet, Ty-RONE, that skirt's not s'posed ta cover anything. It has a built-in petticoat to make it stand out like that because that's what a French Maid's skirt looks like, and they're part of that skirt because it's easier for us dominatin' types that way. Only the skirt has to come off when it's time to get the client stripped for action. Petticoats just get in the way and time flies when you're havin' fun." and then she cast a teasing eye-twinkle at her friend. "You'll see. . . maybe."

"Great. Oh well, the show must go on, even for Practically Imperfect in Every Way French Maids with poofed-out skirts."

For her role, Juana was clad head to toe and throat to wrist in a white, leather catsuit that was so tight, it had taken both of them to get her zipped. The contrast between her flawless black skin and the shiny white suit was both shocking and erotic. Moreover, the deeply cut bodice made her breasts look huge. In fact, Ty wasn't entirely sure how what little of Juana's boobs that were covered stayed covered. Just one deep breath, he thought longingly, and all that glory would be just . . . out there to enjoy.

"Do your own makeup, Tyra," Juana ordered as she moved to the vanity herself. "Think about your costume, and think theater. In other words, lay it on thick, bright 'n heavy."

Obeying, Ty moved to the vanity beside his friend. "What about the script?"

The tall woman gave what might have been a sigh. "That's just it, Tyra, there ain't no script. This is all on the fly, improv-stuff, okay? You're a guy, masquerading as maid. Maitresse and I are gonna be the ones you're serving. The thing is, that if you're not spot-on perfect in both the servin' and the girl-stuff, you're gonna get punished as part of the scene."

"Punished? I thought you said I was to play a dominant role in this little play! Punished, HOW?"

"Dominant role's tomorrow, honey. You ain't gonna be a Domme today - not rigged out like that, okay? Maitresse wants to make sure you won't break, won't, well, go spaz during the real scene and ruin it for everyone - especially for the client. So she's going to try to push your buttons. As for the punishment? I'd guess some teasing - heavy teasing, maybe some bondage, and probably a spanking." ShaJuana considered that more carefully and continued. "I'd say a spanking's gonna be a 'for certain', Ty. Maitresse likes handin' out sexy spankings."

Ty was flabbergasted. "SPANKING? She said no one would get hurt! When the hell did THAT change?! Let me out of here, dammit!" he snapped, bending over to undo the straps that held his feet in the inflexible shoes he already hated.

Strong hands gripped his wrists, pulling him back upright so that he was looking up into Juana's chocolate eyes. "It WON'T hurt - not really - trust me, Ty, okay? Sting a little, maybe, but no more than that, I promise you. I went through worse during my training to be a Domme because I had to learn what everything felt like and how to control my strength. This test is to see if you can control yourself, stay in character when things get a little rough emotionally. So you won't mess up the works with Bil. . .I mean, my client. No more than that - believe me."

Ty didn't answer, but she could see the doubt and scepticism in his eyes. "I don't know HER," he finally managed to get out.

"Ty, if I thought she'd hurt you, you wouldn't be here, and neither would I, okay? And if she does hurt you, even by accident - and I truly believe that is the ONLY way she would hurt you - I'll have you out of there in a New York second! Got that?"

"Okay, so if I mess up, and get spanked, I lose my 'Get out of dungeon free card', do not pass Go, but I still collect 1,000 dollars on my way out? I mean, if I'm not feminine enough, I can't do the thing tomorrow, is that it?"

"Well, that's not quite what's goin' down, okay?" Juana momentarily struggled with what and how much to say, then decided to opt for full disclosure. Ty wasn't an experienced player - hell, he wasn't any kind of player - and he could really screw things up from pure ignorance and surprise. "Look, Ty. . . The thing is you ain't been doing 'girl' long enough NOT to mess up, and the Maitresse knows that - Hell, Ty, she expects it and more than that? She WANTS it. What I think this is about is that if you can remain in character as a woman during the scene, she'll figure you can handle whatever she has in mind for tomorrow, and give you the job."

Ty thought about that for a few moments, during which ShaJuana held her breath. Finally, he shrugged. "Okay, I can always quit if it hurts. Guess that explains the REAL reason you didn't give me any fanny padding this time, huh?"

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Climbing the stairs to the third floor in four inch heels was not the most fun thing Ty had done in his life. Especially since the steps weren't wide enough for him to put both the toe and the heel of the shoe on the step. The heel, such as it was, always hung over the edge of the step tread. The shoes also messed with his center of gravity, putting parts of his body where his muscle memory didn't expect those body parts to be. He was damned grateful for the stair railing because without it to hang on to, sure as anything, he would've found himself sitting at the bottom of the stairs with a very sore butt well before he'd managed half the damned steps.

They stopped at a door labeled PR (Play Room)-3. "This is it, Tyra," ShaJuana said softly. "From here, I go in and close the door. Once we're sure everything in there is ready for us, you'll be summoned. Once you enter, the curtain raises and you're on. Your safe word is 'Shakespeare.' If you really get hurt, or if you just can't handle what's going down for ANY reason, before you hurt yourself or any one else, just say 'Shakespeare.' Okay? If you say it, we stop, the scene ends, we go get your clothes, get you get paid for today, and you don't come back tomorrow. Understand?"

Ty nodded.

"I need to you say the words, Tyra."

"Yes, ShaJuana, I understand. It's okay with me," he told her. She nodded, and started to open the door. "Except for one thing," he amended quickly. Startled, Juana turned back to face him, concern on her lovely features. "Je m'appelle Tia, s'il vous plaît?"

"HUH? What did you say?"

Ty grinned. "I said, my name is Tia, if you please. I'm not the one here who looks like Tyra Banks."

ShaJuana gave a laughing snort. "Well, the only person I call Tia is my Tia Elaina. She's my dad's older sister, and you look a helluva lot more like Tyra Banks than you look like my maiden aunt. Hell, if she ever wore an outfit like the one you're wearin', she wouldn't have ended up an old maid. You're not going to sell yourself as *anyone's* auntie, little girl."

The feminine face wrinkled into a frown. "Well, I still don't think Tyra works for me. I can't get my head around that getting into a role with that name. How about . . . Tysa . . . Tyma . . . Tyka . . . ummm . .I KNOW! Tina. That's a nice maid name, eh?"

"Tina," the tall goddess said, stretching the name out as if she were tasting it to see if the dish was properly seasoned. "Yes, that works just fine - nice and girly," and then she grinned wickedly. "Just like you."

Bending down, she planted a soft kiss on Ty's heavily powdered cheek. "See ya on the other side . . . Tina."

And then she was gone, and the door was shut.

And Tyrone Edwards was suddenly very much alone.

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