“That’s what turned you on?” Charlie asked, skeptically.
“Yes — well, no. Not really,” M clarified, not exactly sure how to speak his mind. “I realized it started when…well, when you put me in chastity. I really haven’t done anything different as far as my job goes, I’ve just been talking to my coworkers more and doing them little favors around the office. It occurred to me in the meeting I’d been performing acts of service, and it kind of clicked.”
Charlie looked at him, raising an eyebrow. She clearly understood what he meant, but M also knew she expected him to say it out loud. He understood Charlie’s style of dominance well by now, and she expected submissives to hide nothing from her — or themselves. Admission, to her, was both acceptance and submission at the same time. M felt a flash of vulnerability and arousal, that a wordless look from her was all it took to provoke him into speaking his deepest truths.
“It’s like I texted…I saw my boss as dominant, and being praised felt good. I couldn’t help being turned on. And…I accidentally called her ‘Miss’ instead of by her name.”
She chortled in between bites of pizza at M’s ashamed admission. He felt small and vulnerable sitting in the chair across from her, and uncertain. He still expected Charlie to be angry, and was surprised she wasn’t. He lowered his eyes towards the pizza, taking small bites while trying to hide his sense of shame.
“Look at me,” Charlie ordered. M raised his gaze, locking eyes with her. “Are you attracted to her?” she asked. It didn’t seem as if Charlie was angry or jealous at the question or its potential answer, but that didn’t comfort M. He swallowed, hard, clearing his throat.
“Yes, mistress,” he admitted sheepishly. “But not until today. I’d never seen her that way before…” he added, to clarify and hopefully placate Charlie.
“So,” Charlie said, taking another sip of her cider. “You find the power she has over you attractive?” M had to think about the question for a moment. Ani wasn’t unattractive, she just wasn’t his type. At least, she wasn’t before he recognized her naturally dominant personality; had they met in a different social context, he might have found her attractive long before.
“Yes, mistress,” M answered. He was about to elaborate, but stopped in case Charlie wanted to speak; when she didn’t, he continued. “I never thought of my relationship to my boss as dominant/submissive before today. At least, in that way…it’s not appropriate for a work place.”
Charlie frowned at him, her brows furrowing slightly. She clearly sensed him vacillating again, and wasn’t happy about it. “You mean sexually,” she corrected him.
M nodded, “yes, mistress. Sexually.” The frown disappeared from her face, and was quickly replaced by a slight grin.
“Good boy,” Charlie said. M was taken by surprise — this is what she wants?
“You’re not angry or jealous?” he asked.
“No,” she replied. “Chastity is going to change you…since you can’t use your dick, you’re looking for other sexual outlets. Right now, you want to serve women already in positions of dominance over you. That’s how it starts, and soon you’ll start seeing every woman as dominant. You’ll get used to it, and you’ll learn to love it.
“But, there are three rules you must follow. First, always be appropriate. Second, tell me everything. Third, you’re mine, and nothing happens unless I say so. Do you understand?”
M nodded and looked back at her, saying “yes, mistress. You…really want me to serve other women?” That she referred to him as hers wasn’t lost on him, and he felt a thrilling rush of euphoria and pleasure.
“As long as you follow those three rules, yes. You’ll understand better with time,” Charlie added, looking to a side. “It’s like…flirting. You wouldn’t see flirting as cheating, right?”
M pursed his lips and thought. “No, I suppose I wouldn’t”, he answered.
“Consider it your way of flirting, then,” she explained. Her answer was simplistic and a little patronizing, but it did help M contextualize what she expected of him. He was free to provide acts of service and derive pleasure from it, but to be socially appropriate and not to take it too far without Charlie’s approval.
“Yes, mistress,” M replied, “thank you”. Charlie changed the subject to discussing her work day, which had gone similarly to every other this week: issues with the new records management software the clinic had installed. It sounded more like she was in accounting or IT rather than health care by the day, and the growing frustration in her voice made it clear what she thought of it.
As she spoke, M’s thoughts strayed back to the used condom and the aftermath of her previous evening; with so much going on at work, it’s little wonder Charlie found someone for stress relief. It didn’t occur to M to wonder why she didn’t ask or expect it of him, especially since the most they had done together was when she sucked his cock last week, and masturbated in front of him the next morning. He just wanted what was most gratifying for her.
By the time they finished eating, and M had put away the pizza and washed Charlie’s dishes, it was well past nine. He walked back into Charlie’s living room, where she was lounging on the couch, using her phone. One of her legs was propped up on her coffee table, causing her robe to shift to one side; M caught a brief glimpse of her reddish-brown triangle, and remembered how long it had been since his last orgasm in a wave of arousal.
He looked at her lounging on the couch, saying, “the dishes are done, mistress…so, what now?”
“I was just thinking about that,” Charlie said, with a devilish smile on her face. “It’s been…what, six days since you were let out of your cage?”
“Yes, mistress,” M said, his heart beating a little faster at the thought he might be let out tonight. He felt his cheeks flush with arousal, and Charlie looked at him, biting her lip and suppressing a giggle.
“Would you like to be?” she asked, mischievously. “I don’t want to hear ‘if that’s what you want’, I want to hear what you want,” she quickly added. M’s caged cock throbbed visibly, and his cock began leaking precum profusely. Charlie glanced down at the slowly bobbing cage and glistening tip, and moaned a bit; “mmm…that seems like a yes…”
“Yes, mistress,” M responded, even though he knew he didn’t need to.
“Good boy…” she purred. “Since you did such a good job cleaning my apartment today, I’m giving you a choice. Either you get me off but the cage stays on, or…I hand you my phone, and you ask my new boy toy to come over and do whatever he wants. And when he’s done, I let you out of your cage for your reward.
I don’t have a preference, and I won’t judge. I’m having my fun either way,” Charlie added, with a dominant edge to her voice.
M found the choice agonizingly difficult, as what would happen for the cage to come off left him wavering. He wanted to be the one to pleasure her, but on the other hand, he hadn’t had a good orgasm in two weeks…his premature ejaculation in the car last week notwithstanding. Last week felt different to now, and the two situations weren’t really comparable: he’d at least met Brian before anything happened, it was at a party with other things to keep him occupied, and it was a surprise to him when it did happen.