Acting Dominant

by Tigger

©2008

Chapter 13: Opening Night!

   

Certain she'd made her point, Juana returned her full attention to driving her playmate nuts. She teased Ty mercilessly, holding him right on the ragged cusp of climax. At the same time, she was carefully, steadily 'breaking him in'; guiding him to the point where he was more than just willing, he was eager for the anal sex play.

Juana was, indeed, very, very good at keeping him on the very edge of orgasm. More than that, the denial play made her very hot - just as she'd warned him. A fact that became abundantly clear to Ty as he grew increasingly aware of a sweet, musky scent perfuming the air that his hormones told him was essence of aroused woman That alone almost got him off. Almost.

ShaJuana had thought it was the intensity her teasing that almost got him. "Ooo, like THAT, did you? You're what we in the business call a hot-ass, little man, and I'm gonna get old Long Tom in you, yet." At that moment, the muscle spasms that signaled his imminent climax started. "Hey, hey, HEY! You don't think I'm gonna let you cum YET, do you?" she demanded as she gave him 'the pinch', completely unaware that is was her own pleasure driving Ty crazy. "Oh, yeah, that slowed you down, didn't it?"

He learned to hate that little pinch move of hers as the night wore on. Whenever she'd sensed the onset of his climax, she would press her thumb against the underside of his cock at it's base. It was like someone put a cork in his spigot and then driven it in with a bung hammer.

However, if he'd had time to think, hell, if he'd been able to think, Ty would have thought that this wasn't bad at all. Well, assuming he finally got off, it wasn't. There had been that one time he'd had to use his free hands to stop her - because she'd been so into her scene.

Juana had been working him over using both vibrators - one aft, one forward - and the intense, unrelenting stimulation with no release finally got to him. He'd started to hyperventilate, which had been exacerbated by his body's semi-inverted position. With the weight of his lower body pressing downward against his chest, he hadn't been able to unload his diaphragm and that large muscle had begun to cramp. Ty had reached out to tap her, but she'd been too gone into Top Space. Flinging his arm out, he'd reached between her legs to grab a handful of muscular buttock and then pulled. She'd nearly fallen, but had managed to catch herself. Seeing the problem, she'd immediately dropped her toys and begun to massage the cramping muscle. Ty had regained his breath quickly enough.

Then, a very concerned Juana had knelt down beside him, taking his chin her her hand so she could look in his eyes. "Are you okay, Ty? Do we need to stop? Do you WANT to stop?"

"Are you done, Juana? Have you done everything you set out to do? Everything you NEED to do?" He'd seen the answer in her eyes, and smiled. "I hate to repeat myself, but I am utterly at your service, Ma'am."

Tears had glittered in her eyes, and her smile had been brilliant, "As it should be, my dear, dear little man."

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Time loses meaning when you are at the edge of the precipice staring down into insanity, Ty thought with what little of his brain still working. His body was exhausted, too. Hell, even his eyelids felt like his lashes were laced with lead.

And yet, his dick was still just fine and dandy, except for being so hard that using it might get him five to twenty in the state penitentiary for assault with a blunt instrument. A bleary eyed glance over at the weapons table told him that 'Long Tom' had entered the fray. . .or was that, had entered him? Whatever. Felt pretty good, too.

But when those painfully tired muscles again started the ball-tightening spasms that signaled the imminency of release, Ty knew he'd reached the limits of his endurance. He felt Juana's hand sliding down him to the 'pinch-position' and he lost it.

His right arm swung out from his voluntary bondage, grabbing her from behind, curling around her left leg and pulling her to him. Juana, taken by surprise, was pulled off balance and found herself falling onto the bed, her face towards Ty's groin. Scrambling to regain her balance, she ended up straddling him.

Ty found himself face to face with the very wet gusset of Juana's hot pink thong, and she smelled like heaven. There was only one thing a guy in his position could do and Ty did it. Juana felt strong hands grab her hips and pull her back until she was sitting on Ty's face. An instant later, her panties were brushed aside and she was being devoured.

She was the one sent into orbit as her first orgasm went off like a sky-rocket. Marvelous though that release was? It hardly touched the fires that two hours of non-stop foreplay with this man had stoked in her core. It did take the edge off, though, and she realized she would be damned if that sneak was going get the better of HER! She fell on his over-stimulated cock, mouth first, swallowing him whole while unleashing the full power of the toy still lodged in his ass.

The orgasm they built together was going to be epic - both knew it, and both fought that inevitable explosion with all their will power. Partly to make it even greater, partly to win this battle to get the other off first. Finally, neither won, and neither lost, and their world dissolved into a maelstrom of light, heat, pleasure.

And love.

And then their world went black.

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He started to awaken when he felt the warm comfort of her body on his leave him. The sound of the velcro straps on his leg being ripped open and the feeling of the last toy being gently slipped from his backside finished the job. His brain somehow managed to convince his hands to unbuckle the 'seatbelt' that held him to that bolster. He rolled off it but couldn't quite manage getting up from the bed. That was okay, he decided, and kicked the bolster to the floor to make more room.

He opened his eyes and was pleased to discover he could still see. That was good - great even - being able to see in a world that included the tantalizing ShaJuana Price was a very good thing indeed. In fact, he needed to see her right then! A quick scan of the room found her putting the toys back into the case.

She saw him watching her and smiled at him. "We'll have to clean these up, but that can wait 'til tomorrow. I'm just too beat right now."

"Not too beat, I hope," Ty replied, his eyes hopeful. "I want more of you, Juana."

The smile that lit her face was magical, and brought with it some of the cockiness he so enjoyed about her. "Don't you even think you're leaving that bed, Ty-RONE. I ain't even half done with you, yet."

He started to get up anyway, only to have ShaJuana plant both hands squarely on the chest, and push him back down onto the bed. "My pants - I have protection . . ."

He never finished because ShaJuana pounced on him, pinning him to the bed so she could lick his face like a hungry cat. "Forget about the damned condoms, boy. I'm on the pill."

The kiss she planted on him melted what was left of his mind.

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Dawn's first pink rays were peaking through the bedroom window shades. Ty rolled over and gathered Juana's long, lithe frame to his, making sure to brush the 'V' of her bare bosom with his morning beard. The responding shiver and the giggle delighted him. "Juana? You awake? Think we need to do the wedding night thing tomorrow for Solange, Tall-booty?"

Evidently not a morning person, Juana growled like a panther, and rolled over to hide her head beneath her pillow. "Shut up and go back to sleep, little man. You can't possibly be thinking about more sex - any kind of sex - not before next month at least."

Ty considered that for a moment, and then tapped her on the shoulder, "Uh, Juana?"

"WHAT?!?" she snarled in tones that would have sent lesser men scurrying for cover - or hiding beneath them.

"I'm more than thinking and it's gonna be a lot sooner than next month. . ." he murmured, nibbling his way the back of her neck to that spot he'd found JUST behind her ear.

"Huh?" she mumbled, confused, her brain about two seconds behind her body. "Ooooo YEaaaah. Shit, Ty! I'm gonna . . .damn. . .get you bunny ears and a damned. . oh yeah . . .just like that . . damned drum . . ."

"Later. . . you can do that. . Later."

"Mmmmmm, okay. later. . .

"TY!!!!"

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Acting Dominant

Interlude - Another Family Evening at Home.

She was seated in her hand-carved mahogany throne, thoughtfully thumbing through a glossy pamphlet. A cheery fire danced in the gas hearth, casting magical shadows in the otherwise dark room. At her feet knelt a man, nude except for a mob cap, a lace apron and six-inch stiletto heels, his head resting happily in her lap.

Absently, she stroked him as she thought about what she'd learned earlier that day. Tyrone and ShaJuana had gotten past the near disaster caused by her short-sighted planning, and had experienced the magic that came only when two people connected spiritually and emotionally as well as physically.

She wondered if either of them realized just how far they'd come in the short time both had been in her employ. Probably not. Juana still thought she was going to be the exclusive top in that relationship, with Ty bottoming to her as a matter of course. If Juana were thinking objectively about their night's activity, she'd realize that the power had been exchanged back and forth between the two of them several times. But, she reminded herself, a woman in love is never objective. It was a happy thought, and she leaned over to kiss the forehead of her slave.

Of course, Ty was no more objective than ShaJuana, and even more clueless as to the reasons why. That was to be expected, she smiled inwardly. For all his incredible empathy and sensitivity, his ability to take on the most feminine of roles without any apparent flaw, Tyrone Edwards was still just a man. Well, an exemplary example of that breed, if Juana's goofy smile and giddy spirits were anything to judge by, but a man nonetheless.

The most important thing she'd learned today was the reason behind Ty's determination to become her dungeon's full-time transvestite switch. After they'd spoken, she'd made some discreet inquiries, and had obtained the pamphlet she'd been playing with. It explained a good many things, particularly why he was willing to take on that abortive scene the other day. The cost would be steep.

"Slave?" she said softly.

He reacted as if a Paris Island Drill Instructor had called him to attention, and snapped into the at-attention position she'd taught him - back straight, eyes looking directly in front of him, hands finger-locked behind his neck, and on his knees. She smiled as she saw his penis begin to erect, simply because he was obeying her, and presenting himself to her. After all these years, she thought. Well, she was a woman in love, too, wasn't she?

She handed him the pamphlet. "What can you tell me about this place?" she asked, softly.

He glanced at the crest on the front page, and then looked back to his Mistress. "Good place, Mistress. Most all of the real professionals in the business went there or taught there. There's a TV show on one of the cable channels where the head of the school interviews graduates who've made it big and gives their current student body a chance to ask questions."

"Did you attend there? she asked.

"No, Mistress, but then I'm really just an enthusiastic amateur. I get my name on the posters and on the adverts, but I'm only the guy with the money."

"I can't recall you ever being involved in a failure, slave, so I would say you undervalue yourself. That undervalues me, so don't do it again!"

He blushed - all over his body. "I didn't mean it like that, Mistress. Oh, I seem to have a feeling for what the public will like because I'll only back stuff that I like, but I couldn't do the real work that makes the shows great. That's what I meant."

She reached over to pat his head, and was rewarded with the look of utter adoration she found nowhere else. "So you say. I have a friend, slave, who would like to attend this place, and I would like to help him. Do you have contacts at this institution who might help us give this person something like an anonymous scholarship?"

He shrugged. "I think so, Mistress. Heck, I could endow a scholarship - put it in your name with the only stipulation that this person be the first winner. I probably should do something like that anyway because it would be good for the business."

"You could do that? They'd go along?"

"I might have to sweeten the pot a little - you know, commit to having five of their students on every project as interns, but yes, if you want me to do that, I promise they'll go along, Mistress."

"If it is possible and reasonable to do from a business perspective, then yes, I'd like you do that for me."

He nodded, a most peculiar motion with his hands behind his neck and his bent arms extended like wings. "I'll get on it. Should have the preliminary arrangements complete by the end of the week."

She was so happy, she launched herself from her chair and tackled him. He easily caught her, and ensured he took the brunt of the fall as they ended up on the floor with her on top. She kissed him deeply, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, darling," she said softly.

"It is entirely my pleasure, Mistress."

The warm glow of twenty seven years of love bubbled up in her, and she kissed her man, her slave again, more tenderly this time. "I think," she said softly, "It's about time you carried me up to bed, slave. After that, I want you to go to your room and find my husband for me. I feel like making love long into the night and his presence is required."

"Yes, Mistress," her hubby-subbie breathed reverently. "I'd be very happy to do that for you."

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