Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 12: Rescripting and Dress Rehearsal

   

They sat together, just two friends sharing a booth in a Greenwich Village coffee-shop. Normally frequented by the members of the theatrical profession, the shop was mostly empty just then. It was early evening, and the usual crowd were at work, preparing to raise curtain at the various theaters nearby. Neither friend said much, but instead cast furtive, fleeting glances at a large leather briefcase that held a prominent place on the table between them.

Finally, they both looked at once, caught each other, and looked away sheepishly.

Ty reached out a hand to cover ShaJuana's. "It's not going to go away," he said with a wry grin, "And I have to admit, I'm curious to know just what Solange thinks is 'everything we might need'. That's why I can't help looking at it, anyway."

"You ain't got x-ray vision to see inside it, Ty, but I get your point," Juana replied, a half smile on her own full lips. "I keep looking 'cause I pretty much know what she thinks is needed. I just don't know how or when or . . . or, hell . . ."

Ty reached up to tip back her face so they were looking into each other's eyes. "Hey, Juana. It's okay. We'll get through this. Look, why don't we just go DO it and have done with it."

"Why, you romantic fool, you!" Juana snorted, but Ty could tell she was using the sarcasm to mask her uncertainties. The one great positive that he had garnered this day was learning, for certain, that Juana wanted him - at least as a D/s playmate, anyway. Likely more than just that, too, if her reaction to the possibility of another Domme training him was any indication.

Ty really hoped that it was. "Juana. I'm as ready as I'm going to be. I mean, hey, I'm still stretched, right? Besides, the longer we wait, the bigger this thing is going to seem to both of us. If 'tis to be done, 'tis better done quickly, to quote the Bard. Speaking of quotes. . . " A wicked grin lit his face, and he finger-beckoned her to lean over the table towards him. A cautious look on her face, she finally complied. Ty leaned over till his lips were near her ear, and putting a hand over them, he whispered, "Hey, you big studdette, take me to bed or. . "

He never got to finish because Juana fell back in her seat laughing like a loon. "Studdette?" she managed to croak out between laughs, causing Ty to whirl about looking anxiously for any one close enough to eavesdrop. "Cripes, you knucklehead, okay, you got it. Let's go for it, 'cause I'd purely hate to lose you forever. My place okay with you?"

"Why, you romantic fool, you," he parroted her earlier complaint, happy that the shop was mostly deserted at that particular moment. Still, he'd made Juana laugh away some of her tension, and that was a good thing.

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"Y'know," Ty said as he hefted one of the sturdy metal rings that had been welded on to each side of both the iron head and foot 'boards' of Juana's king-size bed. "I can't tell you how many times I've been in your apartment, but this is the first time I've ever been in your bedroom."

ShaJuana looked up from her inspection of the contents of Solange's 'toy box' and grinned. "Well, if you'd seen those, you'd have learned some things about me that I wasn't ready to tell you."

"Well! I must say that I'm shocked, just shocked, you kinky thing, you."

ShaJuana laughed freely. "Just the reaction I hoped for tonight, Ty. Now you know the real me!"

"I guess I must, Tall-Booty. Well, given what Solange told us to do, I guess I'm supposed to experience these things first hand tonight?"

He saw her go very still, but instantly realized it wasn't the fearful uncertainty she'd evidenced in the boudoir earlier that day. "I know what she said, Ty," Juana began slowly, thoughtfully, "But I'm not so sure that having you tied up right and tight is the best way for us to do this, or the way I want to play this." Quickly she outlined her alternative idea to which Ty readily agreed.

"I guess I need to be naked now, huh?" Ty asked, his face reddening in spite of everything he'd said about being ready.

To his surprise, ShaJuana suddenly became diffident, almost shy. Her coffee-colored cheeks darkened with her own blush, and she actually wrung her hands together. "Umm, Ty? Solange. . . well, that is, she included some of the. . OH HELL!" Whereupon, she stomped over to the case and withdrew two handfuls of white silk, satin and lace. "Would you mind wearing these while we play?" Then she hesitated and added, "Please."

Ty took the proffered material and realized that it was the lingerie - minus the corset - that Solange had used to dress him earlier that very day. Everything else - the under-corset silk camisole, the suspender belt and stockings, even the thong panties - were there. Ty certainly had no problem wearing them, particularly if doing so made this easier on Juana. Then, that little devil on his shoulder whispered in his ear again.

"Sure, Juana," he said easily, and saw her face light up, "On one little condition."

Her face fell, just as he knew it would. Holding back the grin he felt pulling at his face, he waited for her to ask. "What," she demanded with obvious unease, "condition, and HOW little, boy?"

"Oh, nothing much, gorgeous. Just, if I dress like that? YOU dress the same. Fair's fair, after all."

The relief in her smile was a joy to him. It was going to be okay. "Who ever told you that bein' fair has anything to do with a Mistress and her subbie, boy?"

He shrugged elegantly. "I can be naked." Her face fell again, so he began to wheedle. "Ah, c'mon, Juana. GUY here," he said, pointing at himself. "I'm more likely to get excited looking at your lovely body all decked out in lingerie than lying here seeing you in jeans and a t-shirt . . . which is really worth looking at," he added quickly, "but I see that almost every day."

"Good save, Ty-RONE, but who said you were going to get to look at anything?" she replied, as she lifted an eyeless bondage hood from the briefcase.

"Now you're just being cruel."

"Part of the job description, cutie!" she retorted, and pointing at herself, "DOMME here!"

"Okay, okay! Look, you wear lingerie to match mine, promise me no impediments to my visual enjoyment of you gorgeous self, and I will wear the lingerie."

ShaJuana frowned fiercely at him. "I'm the Domme," she declared arrogantly. "I could just order you to wear them."

Grinning, Ty comically minced over to her, went up on tip-toe and air-kissed both ShaJuana's cheeks. "But you won't."

"Fool," she said, half laughing as she walked over to her bureau. "Okay, I won't. This time." Ty watched avidly as she rummaged through a pair of drawers. "I don't have anything sexy in white. . "

"You should - god, but you should," Ty breathed, "Spectacular."

She looked up from her inspection. "You just keep dreaming, boy." Suddenly, her hands stopped moving, and her head snapped back to look intently into that particular drawer. From her bemused expression, it appeared to Ty that she had found something she had not expected, and didn't quite know what to do with whatever that something was.

For several very long moments, she stood there in front of her dresser, staring down at whatever she held in her hands. Then she nodded as if she were agreeing with some decision and looked back at Ty, her eyes narrow and very intense. "Look here, Ty-RONE, what I'm going to show you are my absolute favorite undies, okay? And let me warn you - if you even LOOK like you're laughing? I'll LOCK that damned hood on you. Got that??"

"Got it. No laughing. Promise!"

Very slowly, Juana held up three matching pieces to the light so Ty could see them clearly. The demi-bra, garter belt and thong she held up to him were pink - not just mere pink, but hot, outrageous, glowing PINK! And all Ty could think when he saw them, saw HER in his mind's eye wearing them was, "Oh . . . My . . . God. Forget white, please. Those have GOT to be. . . incredible on you."

She'd prepared herself for the laugh - had expected the laugh. A tall, oversized female like herself? Indulging herself in such a girly, girlish color, as if she was some cute petite little bubble blonde? Hiding her sinfully luscious lingerie in the far back of her panty drawer and allowing herself to enjoy them only when she was alone in her own bedroom? She knew that was laughable.

Only Ty hadn't laughed. In fact, he'd just stared at her, looking almost dazed by the mere thought of her dressed in her special, very personal girl suit. Incredible - he'd SAID she'd look incredible.

She swallowed hard, knowing that sharing this with him would be harder - MUCH harder - than simply strutting about stark naked.

Incredible. He HAD said 'incredible,' hadn't he?

"Ummm," she started, gathering her private treasures to her breast and looking over her shoulder to where he stood watching. "Umm, you can get changed in here. I'll . . . I'll just go slip into something more comfortable in the bathroom."

My god, she thought as she all but ran from the room, did I really just say what I think I just said? How. . . girly.

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Slipping silently back into her bedroom, she found Ty, sitting at her vanity, making final touch ups to his face. She felt her heart simply melt and her insides go just a little more gooey. He was making that additional, unasked-for effort - just for her.

As she had for him. She'd brushed out her hair and done her own face after she'd donned her lingerie. Added smoke grey stockings and the heels she'd had dyed to match her secret undies, completing her own costume. When he didn't hear her, she coughed to get his attention.

Ty spun about on the velvet stool and went completely still the instant he saw her. Juana knew she'd remember that look on his face for the rest of her life. Very slowly, he got to his feet and then just looked at her. It took all the will power she possessed to simply stand there, head erect, shoulders back in presentation when every part of her wanted to squirm away or hide from that frank and intense examination.

"Wow," the word came out like a prayer. "God, Juana, I. . . I don't have words. . . I can't. You're . . . my, god, you're. . . " He gave up and shook his head in defeat. "Wow."

If anything, Juana stood even taller, pride swelling her breast and filling her soul. "I think, Ty-RONE," she said softly, pointing to the bulge that was starting to disarrange the delicate gusset of the white thong, "That says all you need to say right now."

But he shook his head. "That's just physical reaction, and yeah, it's real as it gets, but it's not all of it - it's a whole lot more. . ."

Unspeakably moved, she strode over to him and bent down to kiss him. "C'mon, Ty-RONE," she said taking his hand in hers to lead him to her bed. "Let's get started and see if we can do somethin' about that painful-looking swellin' you have goin' down there while we're at it."

"I am utterly at your service, Ma'am."

A husky laugh answered him. "Just as it should be, little man, just as it should be."

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"I feel like I'm about to be launched into orbit on the space shuttle," Ty muttered as ShaJuana fiddled the strap about his waist, managing to tighten it another two notches.

The smile she shot him was pure wickedness and all female - it sent chills up and down his spine. "Honey-lamb - that is JUST what I'm fixin' to do here!"

"Seems to me I'm the one in a fix," he shot back. Here he was, flat on his back, but with his butt propped up in the air by this bondage bolster thing Juana had pushed under his hips. The appliance was wedge shaped, making perhaps a thirty degree angle with the bed. It was made of black leather stretched over the type of cushiony filling used in footstools or hassocks. It was sturdy enough to maintain its shape, but soft enough not to be TOO uncomfortable. The end result of this was that he was stuck in a position sort of like a sit-up or abdominal crunch, but with his back still flat on the bed and his butt and hips up in the air. Additionally, it had velcro straps about half way up each side of the wedge that Juana had strapped around his thighs just above his knees. When she pulled these tight, his knees were pulled up and apart, causing his butt to be pulled further up off the wedge. The end result of this was that his ass was pointed toward the ceiling and was easily accessible to ShaJuana's wicked intentions.

"I thought you said no restraints?"

"No, I said I didn't want to tie up your hands, and besides," she said as she smacked his upturned butt eliciting a yelp from Ty, "this part isn't for bondage - it's for convenience. Since your hands will really be free, you can undo it anytime you want," she smirked down at him, "if you decide to wimp out."

He snorted at that idea. "Explain this 'bound by the power of your will' bit to me again, please? Just so I understand."

Juana sighed, but walked around to the other side of the bed so there was room for her to sit down. "Basically, when I do this with a client or play-partner, I order him to hold on to the binding straps and restrain himself from moving, okay? If this were a usual scene, any time you broke contact, you'd earn you a punishment – maybe a swat or two, or a hooding. That's not what I want now, though, because, well . . ." she stopped, choosing her words with more care than she was ordinarily given to doing. "Look, Ty, you're just not the ordinary, run of the mill guy I play these games with, okay? First, you are not really a D/s player - you didn't come to the dungeon needing to submit yourself to a strong dominant woman. You're learning to play, and I think you like at least some of it, but that's really not where you're at. So this scene I'm planning may not turn out to be something you'll enjoy. Some guys just can't handle it. That can be, well, really painful for everyone involved. If you find you can't handle this, I want you to be able to stop me – physically, if that's what it takes. Okay?"

Ty nodded his understanding. "It sounded like you had another reason, too."

Taking a deep breath, Juana nodded. "I do. Ty, I wasn't kidding this morning when I said I want you this way. I really do, and the wanting's damned intense. So I'm doing this to give you a way to reel me in if I get going too hot and heavy too quickly. Letting go gives you a sort of physical 'yellow light' code in case you need me to ease back. You just let go. I'll either notice, and slow down or stop what I'm doing for a minute. If I don't notice, you can reach out and touch me where ever you can reach me until I notice. Finally, as I said, if I don't notice even then, you can start unstrapping yourself, which I guarantee I will notice." She reached out to finger-stroke an unruly lock of hair from his eyes. "Okay with that?"

"Sounds like a plan. Good thing I'm still supple from my high school wrestling days, though."

"Ready to start?"

His grin was infectious. "Yes, please," he replied in the pompous, overdone British accent of their first play together. "Do carry on."

"Smart-ass," she laughed, and then became stern. "Bind yourself to my will, little man, and prepare to go into orbit."

"Yes, Mistress."

~-~

"What does my sweetie think of my toys, now?" Juana cooed as she held up the last of the dildos Solange had provided in the toy-box. They both recognized that one from their time in the dungeon's bridal suite. Juana held the toy to her cheek and lovingly stroked it up and down "This is Long Tom. He's an honest eight inches long and almost six inches around. ALL my girlie-boys learn to LOVE Long Tom," she smiled wickedly as she passed it before his wide eyes. "I just KNOW you'll love him, too, cutie."

Maybe he wasn't quite as ready as he'd thought. Unable to stop himself, Ty tracked the movement of that purple beast as ShaJuana completed the dildo-display she'd prepared from the contents of the case. Counting the purple Long Tom, there were now seven sex-toys on the bedside table next to Ty's head. Arranged in the order she'd pulled them out of the case, they were also in order of increasing size. They reminded Ty of a historic display of full-size ICBM models he'd seen during a tour of an Air Force base when he'd been in high school. That was not a comforting comparison.

The smallest toy on the table was one of those butt-plug things - like the one Solange had pushed on him - in him? - that morning. Without any reference to judge its size, Ty guessed it was about the same as the one he'd already endured. At least, he hoped it was about that size. Otherwise, he didn't even want to THINK about having those other toys work their way up his back door! The next was another plug - about the same length, but thicker at the widest part. The one following the second plug was much longer than either of those toys, maybe six inches in total, but narrower - no more than the thickness of his thumb at it's widest point. After that one, there were two of what even he recognized as vibrators. They were both a little shorter than the smooth thing but a clearly bigger around. The jet black dildo just before Long Tom was another 'life-like' toy. It was about the same length and girth as the larger vibrator, and it made Long Tom was made all the more imposing when Juana set the purple toy down next to it.

Long Tom had to be at least two inches taller and half again thicker than the black fake dick. The comparison made Ty's bottom clench just from looking at them. And Juana said he was going to LOVE that thing? He might love doing a Lorena Bobbitt impression on it, but not much else!

Juana saw the dismayed look on his face, and held back the laugh. Got your attention now, Ty, she thought, her Domme juices starting to bubble. Now you're going to find out what it takes to be MY subbie, boy!

She made a show of snapping a latex glove onto her right hand before picking up a plastic tube and squeezing its contents out with her left. "You're gonna LOVE this stuff, little man," she told him as she spread the goop about her gloved hand with her ungloved one. "It's heat activated so when I rub it all over your cute lil' ass, it will start getting warm and slick. You are gonna SHINE tonight, sweetcheeks, trust me!"

Ty flinched and clenched when she ran one slick finger along the crack of his buttocks. "Now, you know that ain't gonna do you no good," she said sweetly, repeating the movement with her next finger and then the next. "I got all night, and those poor ass muscles are just gonna give out long time before my fingers will." She squeezed more lube onto the upper most part of his elevated butt, and continued her surprisingly gentle strokes.

Whether it was surrender to the inevitable, the promised tiring of over-strained muscles, or his own determination to see this through, Ty quickly gave in, allowing Juana to begin massaging the ointment fully into his ass crack. The almost feathery strokes and sensual warmth of the lubricant were having another effect, too.

Ty was getting harder – so hard his penis popped out the side of his thong - and ShaJuana noticed. "Ooooo, well lookie here, cutie-buns. Somebody must like getting his little bottie played with. . ." she sang, as she began stroking the hot, hard length of him in her greasy left hand in time with her right hand's ass-play.

Ty opened his pleasure-fogged eyes to realize that the head of his erect cock was less than a foot from his head, and Juana was aiming it right at his face. Oh, no, he thought, and gripped the leather straps more tightly and tried to pull himself closer to the head of the bed and away from the head of his increasingly aroused hardon.

"Goin' someplace, cutie?" Juana asked sweetly, her smirk knowing.

What little movement he managed did nothing to change his situation. The seatbelt that held his hips to that bolster simply slid as his upper body slid. Moving up in the bed did nothing to change his head's position relative to the head of his primed and loaded erection.

Well, it didn't take a genius to figure out what that meant. He was gonna get a face-full if Juana had anything to say about it - which she obviously did. Ty stole a furtive glance up at the wicked grin lighting her face and revised his estimate. He'd be getting a mouthful. Sneaky bitch. You had to love that about her.

Ty was so caught up in trying to hold back the coming eruption that he almost missed the quick insertion of one long finger into his butt.

Operative word is 'almost'. His torso heaved at the invasion, like an untrained horse trying to throw its first rider. All that did was seat the finger deeper. Ty felt like an electric current was running between his ass and every nerve ending on his penis. Futilely, he tried to buck into her hand stroking his erection, trying to increase the feathery friction that was beginning to drive him mad.

Only to have her hands - both of them disappear. Dazed, on the verge of climax, Ty only registered that he was just short of what he needed to finish and didn't see what Juana was up to. An instant later, he didn't need to see as something hard and unyielding slid into his ass in one smooth movement. He did shriek this time when his sphincter stretched to accommodate the toy's widest point, and clamped down on the narrow neck of the toy.

"God damn it, Jua. . I mean, Mistress, I was so . . . so close. . " he groaned as he looked up at her grinning face.

With the grace of the dancer she was, Juana lifted her right leg so that she straddled him, her left foot on the floor, her right knee resting on the bed. Sitting her butt down on his stomach, she ran the index finger of her still slippery left hand across his upper lip. "That's good, Ty, that's really good." Then she bent over to kiss his nose before smirking into his face, eye to eye. "Good for me, but maybe not so good for you. I LIKE that you are ready to cum so early into our little game. Knowing I've got you RIGHT THERE at that edge makes me really hot, but ya wanna know a secret?" Ty nodded, careful not to head-butt her for her face was that close to his own. Her eyes danced with wicked delight as she leaned further to put her lips right up against one of his ears. "I'm not gonna let you cum," she whispered, her breath hot on his skin. She sat back up, arching her back like a satisfied cat, and purred, "I'm gonna keep you up and keep you up till you're beggin' for relief."

She hopped up off the bed. "And you know what I'll say to that beggin', sweet-cheeks? I'll say 'no'. You're gonna be like this, right on the tippy edge, needin' to cum - DYIN' to cum . . all . . . night . . . long!" She reached up and gave his only slightly less rigid penis a teasing stroke and earned another groan from Ty. "Won't that be FUN?"

"NO!" he grumbled back, and hurriedly added, "Mistress!" when the next stroke became a warning squeeze.

"Well, if you're gonna be that way about it. I know! How 'bout this? I'll let you cum if you can sneak it by me. That's a good deal, boy. I punish my other sissy boys for cumming without permission, but I'll let YOU go if you can manage to cum. But there's just this one, teensie little thing. . ."

He couldn't help himself. He was so caught up in the drama they'd created, he had to ask. "What, Mistress?"

"Boys never cum when I'M working them unless I let them cum or unless I make them cum. Other than that? It's blue-balls city for all the guy subbies in Juana's little town! I'm real good at this teasin' stuff, so get ready for a long, LONG night, sugar!"

Then she spun on her toes and considered the display of sex-toys on the bedside table. She picked up the larger of the two vibrators and the strange, long narrow toy. "We're gonna play a game! I call it, 'Pick your own poison!'" With all the flair of one of Barker's Beauties from 'The Price is Right', she displayed each of the two toys individually in front of Ty's face, and then hid them behind her back. The motion of her arms and shoulders gave the indication that she was shuffling the toys between her hands. Then she stopped. "Pick a hand, any hand, and you get what you pick!"

With a few minutes of relief from Juana's sensual assault, Ty grew marginally more alert and aware of his surroundings.

"C'mon, boy, play with me! Which hand?"

A grin lit his face as he took in where she was standing, and then he nodded to her right hand. "That one - the one in your right hand," he said.

Juana brought the indicated hand forward with a wild flourish to reveal the long, narrow toy. "Ta-Da! You win!"

Ty chuckled. "Didn't matter which hand I picked - you'd already decided which one I'd get."

Her sexy grin faltered, and Juana nearly frowned. "Did not - you got what you chose, fair and square!"

"Did so!" Ty retorted, in a tone that any big sister with a little brother would instantly recognize."

She actually stamped her foot and pouted at him. "DID NOT!" she yelled, her demeanor all little girl foiled in her schemes.

"I guess you haven't ever played this game in this room. Look behind you." Juana looked over her shoulder and he continued. "You're standing in front of your bedroom door mirror, and you're tall enough I could see your reflection between your legs. I saw you switch it into that hand after I picked it - so THERE!" and damned if he could stop himself - he stuck his tongue out at her.

"SMARTASS! That's not FAIR!"

"Who said what's fair between a Mistress and a sub?"

"YOU have to be fair, that's the rule! I'm the Domme and I make the rules!"

Ty started singing in his best Barry Manilow voice, "I am Mistress, and I make the rules."

For several seconds, Juana simply stared at him, unable to move. When she did, it was to sent the two toys down and go to the case. She extracted another latex glove and more of the lubricant. "Hmmph. . . well, smartass, if you aren't going to play right, I'm gonna have to punish your tight little ass."

Her tone hadn't changed all that much - still outraged eight-year-old who didn't get her pony for her birthday, so Ty wasn't TOO worried about the punishment. She donned the glove and lubricated her fingers copiously returning to her place immediately beside the bolster so she had easy access to his groin and his butt with each hand.

The plug popped out easily enough, and he took the two fingers she slid into him without trouble. Gently stroking her fingers in and out of him, Juana wiggled their tips about on each downstroke as if searching for something. "You would have enjoyed my last game, but you had to play mean!"

Suddenly, Ty's cock jumped, earning a pleased grin from Juana. She repeated the movement, and was rewarded when it jumped again. "Now, I've got you!" she said, triumph ringing in her voice. Moments later, Ty was surprised to see milky liquid leaking from his cock - little dribbles that came out in time to Juana's stroking. Strangely, while what she was doing didn't really hurt, it didn't feel all that good either. There was nothing of the intense, almost mind blending arousal of their earlier play. In fact, his hard-on was wilting , even as his seminal fluid slowly dribbled out.

"Did you know, smartass, that by massaging your prostate, like this?" and she gave a sudden twist of her fingers that cause a mini-spurt to erupt, "I can drain all your sexual juices out of your body, but you won't really cum. And after you're all empty? If you haven't recharged and try to cum? You're gonna shoot a blank, but your poor dickie will keep trying to push out stuff that just ain't there. My subbies tell me it's like your cock has the dry heaves. Not much fun, little man! That's why it's one of my favorite punishments for naughty little sissy boys who sass their Mistress! Are YOU going to keep sassin' me, Tina?

Ty swallowed very hard, and tried for a suitably remorseful look. "No, Mistress. I'm sorry for not playing fair. Honest."

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