Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 6: The Scene from Both Sides Now

 

"OH - MY - GOD! Can you make it any TIGHTER?!?"

Amused, Solange looked into the mirror so she see eye-to-eye with Ty's reflection. "Yes, if you like."

"Heavens, no! Ummm, Are we there, yet?" Ty asked in a softer, less aggressive voice.

Solange came out from behind Ty to give him a thorough once-over, as he dangled from her corseting trapeze, his toes a few inches off the floor. Excellent, she thought smugly. She'd gotten a good two inches more off his waist than ShaJuana had managed. That combined with the high quality faux-breasts she'd glued to his chest, gave him the illusion of a nicely feminine figure without the necessity of a girdle, or the hip and butt padding. Yes, he'd do quite nicely, she thought. "You'll do."

"Then, please, may I get down and get loose? PLEASE?"

"Oh, if you insist." A flick of a switch lowered him until his four-inch high heels were again on the floor, whereupon Solange pulled loose the Velcro strap holding his right wrist, leaving the left one for Ty to undo. "Over here," she ordered, indicating a three-panel, floor-to-ceiling mirror, "Let's have a look at you."

He obeyed, managing the ridiculous heels quite well for someone who'd first worn such things only two days before. Not all of the Solange's selected costuming was visible on the blond reflection. She'd decked him out in a satin garter belt and black, full fashion stockings to go with the black patent leather, open-toed heels. She'd specified the open-toed shoes just to be wicked, because that had given her the excuse to require toe-nail polish - bright RED toe-nail polish. Carefully selected undergarments kept fake and real parts under control, enhancing the illusions of cleavage while assuring a smooth skirt front. A white peasant blouse, also intended to show off cleavage while hiding the arms, and a very short skirt completed the costume. Solange was particularly pleased to see how much bare white leg flesh was exposed above the stocking tops and below the skirt's hem. Perfect.

"Come with me," Solange ordered, and led him up to her surveillance room on the dungeon floor. Inside, they watched Juana beginning to work her client. She already had him bound - face down, laying lengthwise on a coffee table. Both ends of him were dangling - with his knees on the floor on one side of the table and his head hanging over the other.

They had time to talk, Solange thought. Good. "All right, you know the goal of Juana's scene-plan?"

Ty nodded. "She wants him to get all excited about a two Mistress-scene, and then find out that I'm not female. Evidently she is known for, well, using sex toys on her clients' butts, and I'm supposed to spring a real one on him he wasn't planning on."

"Correct, and we want to spring it on him when he's fully erect. Do you know why?"

Ty blushed, the color evident even through the thick layer of foundation Solange had used on him. "Ummm, well. . "

"SPEAK CLEARLY, young man!" Solange commanded sharply.

"As ShaJuana explained it, this fellow is rather, umm, proud of his masculine endowment…"

"You mean he thinks he has a big cock and is smug about it!" Solange interrupted. "Start thinking and talking like the bitch you're supposed to be when you go in there! Part of your job is to tease and then humiliate him verbally! You won't do that using words from your tenth grade health or English classes."

"Right, he's a arrogant sonuvabitch with a big prick who thinks he's cock of the walk. When Juana gives me the sign, I show him mine."

"Exactly."

"Maitresse?" Ty asked, his voice uncertain.

"Yes, Mr. Edwards?"

"Juana called this a mind fuck. What is going to happen in there? After I go in and show him my. . .ummm, dick?"

Solange felt her stomach clench. "We didn't discuss that with you, did we?" she asked, very softly. How could they have forgotten he had no idea what happened in these scenes. "We don't have much time before your entrance. Recall please what you learned yesterday about safewords?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Is that the goal of this? To make him safeword?"

"No. We'd never intentionally do that with a submissive in our keeping. That would mean we'd violated his limits which might harm him and would definitely damage my house's reputation - even if it were unintentional. However, sometimes we do push those limits very hard, and use another safety tool in such cases. Let me explain the concept of a caution word to you. . . "

~-~

Tina slipped into the playroom, and called out, "Hey Juana, what's happening?"

The ebony Domina turned to face the door, a huge smile on her face. "Hey, Tina! Oh, nothin' much. Just an asshole male with a big ego who needs some attitude adjustment."

Tina strutted over and stood beside the taller woman, and considered the straining submissive fighting futilely against the cuff and chain restraints that held him tightly against the table. She saw the man's buttocks and thighs were already a pale pink and that something - one of those plug things - was sticking out from between his asscheeks. "Dealing directly with the problem, I see," Tina offered.

"Yeah - fool male thinks that because he has a fairly decent sized cock he's something special. I'm about to show him different! Anything he can do with that thing of his, I can do better, harder and LONGER with MINE!" and she hefted the black strap-on she wore about her loins for Tina to admire.

"Nice one! Sounds like fun," Tina replied. "Mind if I watch?"

"Sure - have a seat, and I'll show you how to unfuck a male's head by fucking his ass!"

"Well, I'll just make myself comfortable and watch the Mistress work her magic," Tina said, as she moved a chair so that it was directly in front of the bound man's dangling head. Once she was seated, she crossed her legs slowly, dangling her shoe no more than an inch from his nose.

~-~

Somehow, Juana'd managed to get her strapped-on toy into her client's backside without him screaming, and was now deep stroking him with such force that each in-stroke pushed his nose into the open toe of Tina's dangling shoe. He was groaning in deep pleasure now, and straining against his bonds to meet each stroke half way. Tina saw Juana signal her, and nodded her understanding.

"I don't know, Juana," Tina spoke up, "I don't see how you're going to teach him anything when the little slut is enjoying everything you're doing – I mean, the bitch even has a hard-on!. Why, I think he must misbehave just to have you work his ass over for him. Maybe you need to get something bigger to make your point?"

"Maybe, but we ain't got nothin' bigger on hand to do that."

"It isn't THAT big," Tina retorted. "Hell, you want to use mine?"

"You got one to put the fear of Mistress in this slut?" Juana asked, with a particularly firm stoke.

"Oh, yeah, I do."

"Well, hell, girl, go get it!"

Tina stood up, and unsnapped the back of her gaff. "Don't need to go get anything, darlin' - I always have mine on me," she said as she popped out her semi-erect penis from beneath her skirt. Making sure she was no more than a foot from the man's stunned face, she began to stroke herself to full arousal, using the catsuited perfection of ShaJuana Price's body for 'inspiration.' "Gonna let me have a turn back there, Juana?"

"Why sure, . . . "

"LEMONADE!!" Billie-the-Client yelped, interrupting both women.

Juana gave him a sharp slap on his ass. "You say somethin' , asshole?" she demanded.

"Yes, Mistress, Lemonade - I can't - no, please don't, . . "

"I guess we'll wait a bit for that, Tina."

Tina sat back down heavily, lounging with one leg hanging over the chair's padded arm, splaying her legs wide so that her erection was 'eye-to-eye' with the bound submissive. "That's no fair!" she pouted. "I want to play with him, too! You said I could!"

~-~

With the immediate threat of Tina's entry into the fray (and into Billie) allayed - at least momentarily - the highly skilled Juana soon had her client lost in pleasure once again, moaning aloud and begging her to go "Harder, Mistress, please!" Tina merely sat in front of him, keeping herself erect for when he opened his eyes.

"Is it MY turn YET?" she demanded when Juana signaled again.

Juana never got a chance to answer because, evidently, Billie wasn't as out of it as they thought. "Lemonade!" he yelped again, clearly wanting NO part of Tina's larger-than-his-own, very real endowment. This earned Tina a grin and a thumbs-up from Juana.

"Nah, not now. I'm having too much fun myself. Maybe another time, Tina.'

Tina jumped to her feet, her erect penis barely missing the cringing sub's eye as she leaned over him to get into Juana's face. "THAT'S NOT FAIR!" she yelled furiously, "If I can't have my turn, I'm going HOME!" With that, Tina spun on her heels to leave, careful to ensure her cock swiped Billie firmly across the cheek as she turned.

As she sailed out of the room, she heard what sounded remarkably like the sounds Ty made just as surrendered to his climax after a protracted session of hot and heavy sexual stimulation.

~-~

She was met outside the door by a smiling Solange. "You did GREAT! You had him really going! He practically moved the table when he came, and it's bolted to the damned floor! Hell, he almost unseated Juana, he came so hard! We're going to be YEARS trying to top that one for him! Come with me and we'll get you out of that corset. Juana will finish up with him in another fifteen minutes or so, and then we can talk about what happened in there."

~-~

"I can't believe we forgot to explain caution words to you," Juana muttered for the fourth time since she'd joined them in Solange's little office. "You really thought I was going to try to get him to stop-light us?"

"You said 'code-word' whenever we talked about it, and that's the only code-word I knew about." Ty replied, relaxing in the floor-length bathrobe Solange had provided after getting him out of the corset.

Solange smiled ruefully over her tea cup at the two younger people. "Just goes to show what can happen when you assume everyone already knows all the nuances. Normally, the distinction between caution and safe words is learned during a newbie's first or second visit to one of my Mistresses, during the very extensive pre-scene negotiation script I require of them. Since you weren't really a client, I stupidly forgot to put you through that."

"Well, we got what we wanted. Billie plunked down a thousand dollar bonus for that scene before he left. I'm splittin' that fifty-fifty with Ty-RONE, here," ShaJuana said, stretching out her long legs in front of her and pointing her stocking-ed toes. Ty nearly wished he was still wearing the gaff, and hurriedly crossed his legs to hide what was suddenly growing between them.

"So, tell me, Ty. Would you consider taking a position here - at my dungeon - on a more regular basis?" Solange asked quietly.

Caught off-guard by the offer, Ty spun about to stare at the older woman. "Me? Work here? Doing what? More of what we did today? After what almost happened?"

"Ty, any problems or near problems that occurred today were not your fault, and in fact, because you asked the right questions at the right time, they didn't even happen. You did well today, and I believe, you have the potential to do a good deal more, as well. Are you willing to learn more about what we do here? Because that will be the first step so you can make informed decisions. Before you answer, let me caution you - I'm talking about practical experiential learning under the whip-hands of my very skilled, very STRICT Mistresses. Very little of what I anticipate you will need to learn will be even half so gentle as today's or yesterday's play. However, if you are willing, I will offer you a flat salary of twice your monthly rent, plus event fees for those instances you work with a client. You won't be paid the extra fees for scenes that are conducted purely to train you or to prepare you for an event. The extra pay will only occur when you directly assist one of my Mistresses in working with a paying client."

"How much time will I have to be here to earn that? I'd still want to be able to audition for any roles that I think suit my talents."

"I'll want forty hours a week. Unless something comes up, I'll expect you to work Monday through Wednesdays from 8:00 AM to 2:00 PM, and Thursdays and Fridays from 2:00 PM to 8:00 PM. In addition to that, I will expect you to work at least one six-hour shift on either Saturday or Sunday which are usually our busier days. There's a great deal of cleanup and stage setting that needs be done before and after each session, and the Mistresses can use all the help you can give them in that regard. In addition to whatever grunt work I give you to do during those hours, we'll plan your training sessions so that they occur during your normal weekday working hours. You will be available on twenty four hours notice for events. If I need you on short notice, you'll get a bonus if you can make it. We'll start with a two month trial period for both of us to decide if this is working. At the end of that time, we will mutually decide whether we want to continue our relationship. Does that meet with your approval?"

"I guess I'm going to spend a lot of my time here in skirts, heels and girlie underwear, right?"

"Is that going to pose a problem?" Solange was crossing her fingers beneath the desk. "Obviously, you do it very well, and I would like to exploit that capability to both our profit."

"A role is a role, and costumes are costumes. I can handle it."

"Then we have an agreement?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you."

"I believe I told you that you were to call me Solange when we are not in a scene?"

~-~

Acting Dominant

Interlude: It's My Party and They'll Cry If I Want to. . .

Solange had rushed through her post-scene toilette and she was STILL late. She hated being late under any circumstances, but most especially under circumstances such as the present. Tyrone was making a special effort to accommodate her schedule by attending her after his normal workday and without the advanced warning she'd promised to give him. It didn't matter that she was going to pay him time and a half for sitting outside her office - it was the principle of the thing. Tardiness was rude, and she was never rude - at least, never without good reason.

Ty was waiting for her, leaning against the doorjamb of her outer office. Smiling, he came over to her, and much to her amusement, made a great deal out of bending over her hand and making as fine a leg to her as could any courtier of an earlier time. "Told you I could do it," he said, his eyes twinkling as he looked up into her eyes after rising.

"So, as with most social courtesies, it takes more talent and skill to be female?"

"Perhaps, although I'm not sure I'm any more ready to make that particular movement in heels and a corset than I was to do that formal curtsy wearing them."

Solange laughed, and beckoned him into her office, whereupon they got down to business. "I don't see much problem with your Halloween party, Solange. It will be no problem to handle the food and drinks. I'm not sure what to plan for the D/s play entertainments you told me are part of it, but. . ."

"I can think of one I'd like to do," she half muttered, half growled, surprising Tyrone.

"What did you say, Solange?"

Annoyed at herself for being unable to let go of the just completed scene, she sighed. "Nothing, Ty. I'm just out of sorts because I'm a little disappointed with the submissive I was working before I came here. He's why I was late."

Ty nodded. "You said that you knew an entertainment you'd like to do. I assume it is something to do with this fellow?"

Solange sat back in her executive office chair. "Not that I could, but it is a lovely fantasy, nonetheless," she said wistfully.

"Why can't you do it? I thought fantasy come safely to life is what we do here?"

"My, you have been listening," she replied, amused approval in her tone. "But this is my fantasy and I don't see how, under our code of ethics and safety, we could pull it off. I mean, I think he has the same fantasy, but he won't admit to having it."

"Umm, Solange? You need to remember that I really am the 'newbie' that you and all the girls delight in calling me. What are we talking about?"

"This client that I just finished with? He's what you could call an attention slut. He gets off on some fairly intense humiliation play because it makes him the center of attention, only he insists that it can only be done to him in strict privacy. He needs ME because without me his fantasy doesn't work - he can't or rather, won't humiliate himself by himself so someone has to do it to him. Moreover, he trusts me because he knows that I will, if you will pardon the cliche, still respect him after having done the dirty deed."

"Sounds like you're giving him good value and service for his money. So, what's the problem?"

"You make me sound like a damned insurance salesman, Ty! Giving good value and service, indeed!" she flared. Solange knew she was getting agitated, but she didn't care. It was Ty's fault for being so sensitive and for somehow able to pull it out of her. "The problem," she said darkly, "is threefold. First, and foremost, I am NOT a god-damned insurance salesman. This is NOT just a job to me because I don't need a damned job. I do this because I LOVE it and because dominating my partners satisfies something intrinsic to my very nature."

Ty nodded understandingly. "I have sort of figured that out, but how is that a problem here?"

"Smartass - don't think I don't know what you're trying to do, and it won't work! I'm going to stay angry about this for a while! And don't think I won't remember that bit of impertinence when I provide your next lesson!" she threatened, grinning wickedly.

Then she became serious again."Everything I've learned in more than twenty years of playing these head games with the male of the species, and more specifically, everything I've learned about this particular male in the, oh, four years he's been my client, leads me to believe he truly wants to take his play to the next level, to some sort of at least semi-public play situation - like a play party, okay? I mean, when we play together, just the barest hint that I might require something public of him and both his mouth and cock literally drool! There's a saying among women that a hard-on doesn't lie, but every time I so much as think too loudly about involving even ONE other person in one of these humiliation sessions, even another DOMME he KNOWS? Then the sonuvabitch safewords me! So I have to stop, and he learns NOTHING from the experience. He just gets his physical and emotional rocks off and I get NOTHING back for all my efforts! He just sucks me dry emotionally and leaves me exhausted. More than once, I've come within a breath of telling him to find another Mistress."

"If it is that difficult and that draining for you, why haven't you done that? Maybe another woman could get him over that hump, or at least, not care about anything beyond the payoff at the end of the scene."

"Send him to the Mistress equivalent of our insurance salesman, you mean?" Solange tossed her hair angrily and her dark eyes flashed. "Like hell! He's one of mine now!

But in a roundabout way, that brings me to my last point. I am a Mistress, dammit! A skilled and, I hope, caring Domina! Beyond the play and erotic aspects of my craft, my goal in this role is to help the submissives in my care overcome false limits they impose on themselves because they're like children afraid of the dark! So that they see they can be more than they are letting themselves be. That is the most fulfilling aspect of my vocation: helping my submissives grow! Only. . . he . . won't . . .let . . me. HELP his sorry ass!"

She realized she was yelling, and caught herself back. "My apologies, Ty. That outburst was. . .uncalled for."

"No apologies needed for me, Sounds like you're owed a few, though. Feel better for having said it?"

Wearied by the emotional upheaval immediately after the emotionally draining scene, she sighed. "Somewhat."

The young actor reached into his pocket and pulled out a snowy white handkerchief that he offered across to Solange. "Here, wipe your tears and blow your nose. Tell me, does this guy have any wishes that you've not fulfilled to date? Ones you could have done, but just haven't yet? Or is this humiliation gig the only thing he's interested in doing?"

"No, not really. He also likes bondage and corporal sessions, too, so long as there isn't a humiliation aspect to the play. He'd like a scene with several of the girls all ganging up on him at once, but he can't afford that here - at least he can't afford that and get his regular humiliation fix from me! And I'm not giving him a break there because that's the only way I get back ANYTHING for what he takes from me when we scene."

"Hmmm. . . Do you have any parlor games at these parties?"

Solange considered that. "Well, we don't have dunking for apples or anything of that nature. Sometimes, one or two of the Mistresses have their lifestyle subs put on little informal shows, and if we have any new equipment or devices in the dungeon, we might demonstrate them. And many of our regular guests tend to favor rather outre costuming, but other than that, it's a fairly ordinary adult party. Dancing, conversation, buffet snacks - that sort of thing. Later in the evening, a few of the upstairs playrooms might get used, but we monitor that pretty carefully to make sure no one is dominating or submitting while intoxicated or gets into something they aren't equipped to handle."

"So, I could have, say half the upstairs? The third floor, I mean?"

"I don't see why not. What is going on in that cute little head of yours, Tyrone?"

"Well, back home? Dad used to set up a House of Horrors for the neighborhood kids in one of the warehouses at the plant. He'd rig these partitions up - make a maze out of it with all kinds of ghosts and skeletons and stuff. On Halloween night, he'd turn off the lights and let the kids go in, one at a time - the ones who made it to the other side got a dollar, and the fastest one got five dollars. The ones who didn't make it out got candy. Maybe we could stage something like that upstairs . . . "

"Ty, look at the invitation list - counting staff, other local Mistresses and guests, we could have upwards of two hundred guests."

"We wouldn't want everyone to play, so we'd have to have a drawing but rig it so that this guy got one of the chances to go through the maze. Your guy and maybe three or four others," Ty's words were soft, contemplative, as he staged the scene in his mind's eye. "If they make it through in under the time limit, or if they complete their forfeit for failing, they win a scene of their choice. . . Hmmm. . . how do we make them not want to quit after they try for the carrot? We'll need a stick. . . lots of them here. . . "

"TY!!" Solange's voice broke in sharply. "I AM still here, young man, and those are my, uh, sticks you're mumbling about. What type of Cecil B. DeMille extravaganza is stirring up in that head of yours?!?"

Ty grinned rakishly, and Solange felt a catch in her throat. No wonder ShaJuana moons over him, she thought. "Can I think about it a bit and give you a staging plan?" At her reluctant nod, he continued. "And tell me, is there any other player here you'd really like to nudge? If this works, we could probably do two real contests out of the four. More than that and the attendees might see through the setups."

"Well," Solange considered, and an image of another of her favorites came unbidden to Solange's mind, and what she had not yet dared do with and for him. Was this the opportunity she'd been looking for? Could Ty help her pull this off? In just the short time he'd been here, she had seen in him demonstrate a remarkable ability for staging and directing action in a scene. She'd worried that she'd never figure out a way to solve this particular tangle, but maybe. . ."Ty, there is this fellow who visits here on a regular basis, and he hasn't missed one of my parties since he first became a client . . . "

~-~

Acting Dominant

Interlude: Last Minute Costume Adjustments

Solange listened to the phone, a satisfied smile on her face. "Yes, that will do quite satisfactorily." Listening again, she made a quick check of her appointment calendar, and nodded to herself. "Yes, 9:30 will work for me. Very well. Please don't be late as my schedule is quite tight. Thank you for working this in for me. Good day."

She hung up the phone and made a few notes on her calendar. She had just finished when there was a knock on her office door. Checking her wristwatch, she smiled. Punctual as always. "Yes?" she called out. "Come in."

Ty stuck his head in and asked, "You wanted to see me, Solange?"

She nodded and indicated he should take a seat. "You're scheduled to assist Mistress Isolde tomorrow." It wasn't a question. "Are you clear on what she intends to do with her client and what your role will be for the scene?"

"Yes, Ma'am. She's going to be the female executive with a submissive male subordinate. She'll work him over in the near privacy of her office - I've already got that play room set up and she's approved everything - and I'm her nosy secretary who keeps interrupting at inconvenient moments to get things signed, get appointments approved, and so forth. At some point, she'll give me a signal and I will notice his semi-nudity and things will move on from there with Mistress Isolde directing us both."

"She is aware of your limits, I trust?"

"Yes, Ma'am. ShaJuana has been tutoring me on how and when to do that ever since I got my buns scalded by DeeDee. Basically, she can touch me, but he can't, and I won't touch him in any sexual manner or at all below his waist before or after my real gender is revealed to him. Mistress Isolde can spank me, or use the rubber flogger on me, but nothing more serious. I'm still a little gun-shy about whips and crops and the like."

"I think those are fair limits, given your background and current comfort level with what we do here at the dungeon. Ty, you aren't here for the reasons others are. You're here because you have useful skills and an open mind that allows me to make use of those skills in a, shall we say, irregular manner."

That elicited a chuckle from Ty, "I'll tell the world."

"Yes, well the point I'm trying to make here," she said repressively, "Is that both my clients and my ladies are here, doing what we do here, because it fulfills a deep, emotional and physical need for them – top or bottom, Mistress or slave."

"Ummm. . . even ShaJuana?" Ty asked before he could stop himself. He'd always thought she'd gotten into this for the money, to tide her over between acting gigs.

"Even ShaJuana," Solange affirmed. "Tyrone, you've seen Mistress ShaJuana in action here in my dungeon. Do you doubt that she is enjoying herself hugely, regardless of how much work and effort it takes for her to do this thing properly?. Do you truly think she'd be as good as she is if she didn't like dominating males?"

"I take your point," Ty said quietly, promising himself he'd consider that point in much more depth later. "And I'm not like that, I guess." He finished, wondering if that was really true.

"Well, you don't appear to mind doing what we've asked of you all that much, so long as we recognize and stay within your limits. My concern, however, is that you've been essentially thrown into the deep end of the pool with very little in the way of training and experiences. What might or might not be a limit may well change the more you experience and the more you are trained. Your limits will and should evolve, and you need to be aware of them at all times so that you avoid situations that could, even by accident, violate them."

"I understand that it would be bad for the client," Ty observed.

"Having someone break a limit is bad for everyone involved, including the Mistress and especially for the one whose limit is violated. That makes people stop playing this way out of fear, or out of other darker, worse emotions. For those of us who do this because it fulfills something in our basic nature, that's a very great loss. I do not want that happening to you or to anyone who is playing or working with you, so I'm going to require something of you that was not part of our original agreement. You will do it outside your normal weekday hours here. Keep track of the time you spend on this task. I will pay you for the time."

"Okay, what do you want from me, Solange?"

"I would like you to keep a reflective notebook while you are here. As a minimum, I want you to self-analyze what your limits are after each scene in which you participate, whether it is a training session, a client's session, or one you do for your own pleasure should such ever happen."

Ty gave a snort, to which Solange responded with a teasing smile before becoming serious again. "It might happen - there are some lovely, caring women here who would jump at the chance to have their wicked ways with you. Be that as it may, I want you to write down your thoughts and your feelings with regard to your limits in that notebook. I want to discuss your reflections with you on a weekly basis – probably on Fridays, but we'll see how that works out for both of us. I expect you to be brutally honest with yourself in these written reflections, so I won't expect you to show me the notebook, or let me read it. I will, however, expect you to discuss what you have learned about yourself and your limits, as it relates to your work here with me openly and frankly. I cannot help you nor can I protect you if I don't understand what is going on in your head. With my clients, this isn't usually a problem for me, as I understand their basic emotions and motivations. As I said, you are different and I don't want any mistakes that hurt you or damage our relationship. Do you have any problems with that assignment?"

Ty didn't answer immediately, and took the time to consider what she wanted. Then he nodded. "As an actor, I've done that type of writing before. I'm sort of surprised I didn't think of it myself because I've used it to deal with other emotional stuff in the past. As to talking with you about limits and such? Now that I think about it, you're probably the best one for me to talk to about such things. I've talked with ShaJuana some about these things, but it's hard there because sometimes it feels like I'm imposing on our friendship, bringing all my emotional baggage to dump on her."

Solange considered saying something, and decided against it. She'd bide her time for awhile and see what came of her little weekly chats. "I'm glad you feel you can talk about this with me. Now, I have a small, personal problem as regards your scene with Isolde tomorrow."

"Something I can do to help, Solange?"

"Yes. I had to move an appointment to tomorrow morning, so I cannot be here in time to let you into the wardrobe and help you select your costume. I can give you a key to one of the prep rooms, but we'll have to pick out your costume tonight and have it on hand for when you get here tomorrow. . ." she glanced at her computer, and then muttered, "Damn!"

"What's the matter, Solange?"

"All the prep rooms are in use for the rest of today. I can schedule you one for tomorrow morning, but you won't be able to store your costume there tonight. Damn! I'll have to reschedule my appointment. I knew my luck getting in so quickly was too good. I'll have to call my doctor and see what the next available appointment is."

"Um, Solange? If you don't mind me taking the costume home, I'd just need a garment bag for the suit and a rolling suitcase for the wig, shoes, cosmetics and other stuff. I'd look like just another New York yuppie coming or going to the airport. The only part of the costume I have a problem putting on by myself is the waist cincher, and I could get Isolde to help me with the corset when I got here."

Solange looked at her young employee consideringly. "That could work, I suppose. You wouldn't mind taking all that feminine finery home with you and bringing it back in the morning?"

Ty shrugged that off. "Who'd know besides me? Heck, I'll even get another half hour's sleep out of the deal if I don't have to be here in time to spend half an hour going through wardrobe with you before spending my two hours in make-up and costuming. I can be here at 8 AM instead of 7:30 AM, and still have plenty of time to be dressed and ready to help Mistress Isolde with any last minute details."

"Very well, we will do it that way. I believe I even have the necessary luggage here as well. One thing, Mr. Edwards, doing me a personal favor does not absolve you of your professional commitments to me and my organization. As always, I expect your to be undetectable as a cross-dressed male, and I expect you to be there for Mistress Isolde when she is ready to do the final preparations for the scene. Anything less, and you will be disciplined either by a docking of your pay, or a scene of my choice with one of my ladies as we have agreed in the past. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am. So long as I can safeword the scene, that's fine."

"I will never deny you the use of a safeword, Tyrone. However, in this case, please recall that safewording forfeits the event fee since you are doing the scene to keep that bonus," she reminded him.

"I understand and agree. Do you have time to go to the wardrobe with me now?"

"I have to make a few phone calls first, one of which is to make sure Isolde knows you'll need help with your corsetry tomorrow. Shall I meet you there in say, fifteen minutes?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Is that all for now?"

Solange smiled, and nodded. "Yes, thank you for your time and cooperation in this, Ty. I'll see you in wardrobe."

She watched him leave, and close the door behind him. She waited a few moments to ensure he wasn't going to recall something and come right back, then she picked up her phone. A wicked smile lit her regal features - one that had sent shivers dancing up and down the spine of many a submissive male in her time as a practicing Domina.

Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day, indeed. Now all she needed to do was ensure that the last of the preparations were in place.

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