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“Two minutes.”

I stared at Dana McCarthy. The older woman was perched on the edge of her bed, her sexy black steampunk corset top flaunting the juiciness of her chest. The only other article of clothing she wore was a matching garter belt, the pantie it adorned, as well as a pair of black thigh-high stockings. Her hair was a vibrant shade of red, just as fiery as her personality. Dana was one of the most talented dominatrixes in Vegas. It was for this reason I had hired her services even though I had never envisioned myself with an older woman. She was rumored to be in her mid-thirties. And I—I was barely even twenty. And unlike her, I totally looked my age.

Dana did not look a day older than twenty. Hell, she had the body of a college-aged female. I could imagine her stealing the hearts of all the boys who’d had the privilege of studying with her in the same lecture hall. Dana was the MILF everyone wanted to fuck. Her hourly rate was a little on the high side, and at first, I had been uncertain of my choice to spend that much amount on a woman, but the sight of her erased all my doubts.

I had made the right choice. There was no better way to spend my evening than in the company of an experienced MILF who knew just what she wanted and was not afraid to get it. While I closed the door behind me, I mused over her words. But they didn’t make much sense to me. Two minutes?

I gaped at her in hopes that she would explain what she meant.

She rose to her feet and advanced toward me. Her breasts were huge and full. They threatened to burst through her corset top, but the fabric was bent on holding them in place. Her hips held the graceful slope of an hourglass. They pulled me in, and at that moment, all I wanted was to wrap my arms around her and feel every inch of her body against my skin.

“You’re two minutes late, Bella,” she said, her voice just as crisp as the look in her beautiful blue eyes.

I grimaced. The woman had forgotten my name so easily? Well, what did I expect? She was one of the best dominatrixes in town, so she always had a long list of men waiting in line for a moment or two with her. It was only natural for there to be a mix-up such as this. There must have been a Bella at some point. Although I knew this already, I felt a pang of pain over her choice of name.

Bella.

I wasn’t particularly muscular, but I was in no way feminine to be mistaken for a girl. The eight-inch endowment between my legs was enough proof of that. But the woman had so easily called me a woman’s name, and a very cheesy one as though she could see no proof of my masculinity.

I had never felt so emasculated.

“My name is Alfred,” I said.

“You lost all rights to that name the moment you stepped into my room,” Dana said.

She walked around me in slow enticing circles, and then she halted behind me. She was in no hurry to speak again, and in her silence, her warm breath kept teasing my left ear.

“Is that understood?” she whispered.

“Yes, Dana.”

“Hmm.”

She clutched my upper arms and started to glide her fingers from my elbows to my underarms as though she were measuring the distance.

“There are some rules in place, Bella,” she said. “Rules you must never disobey.”

“Okay.” I gulped. I had no idea what to expect, but I wanted to believe that my mistress would be considerate with whatever rules she had in place.

“Rule number one.” She moved away from behind me and returned to where she’d been standing in front of me. “You must never refer to your mistress as Dana.”

Again, I gulped.

“Understood?” She cocked an eye at me.

I nodded.

“Good,” she said. “The second rule is that you must never refer to yourself in the first person, but in the third, as your mistress’ slave.”

Her eyes bore an intense hole through me, making it impossible for me to hold her gaze. So, I lowered my gaze to the floor.

She giggled. “Just perfect. You must never look me in the eye when I talk to you. You must always keep your head bowed. I want this to serve as a constant reminder that you are my slave. Is this understood?”

I nodded. For some reason, it was impossible for me to find my voice.

“When I request for an answer, I need words, Bella! Nod again and you will have a fitting punishment for such obvious disrespect.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Perfect.” She paused. “Failure to obey any of these rules will attract fitting punishments. I’m sure you already know this.”

“Yes, I—yes your slave knows this already.”

“You learn fast,” she said. “Impressive. You must now undress.”

I lifted my head to look at her, but a warning look in her eyes had me reconsidering my action at once. I lowered my head once again.

“Yes, mistress.” It shouldn’t take long for me to unbutton my shirt, but my hands trembled so violently I could barely even hold a button.

When I was done undressing, she was silent for a few moments. Even with my head bowed I could tell she liked what she saw. Every woman did.

“Proceed to the bathroom, Bella,” she said. “Once you get there you’ll know what to do.”

“Yes, mistress.” I stepped away from her and proceeded into the bathroom where a sheet of paper taped to the mirror cabinet caught my eye.

I advanced toward it and read the handwritten note on the paper: A proper sissy must shave her legs. Get to work!

Glued to the wall, the mirror hovered above the washbasin on which a razor sat. I shook my head. Now, this had gone too far. I had come to Dana McCarthy with the dream of being dominated by the sexy woman, but making bodily changes was not something I had signed up for. There was no way I would shave my legs. That would totally take away what was left of my masculinity.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I picked up the razor and stormed off into the bedroom. Dana was standing with her back to me. Her hands were in front of her, her fingers probably interlaced.

“Problems?” she asked.

“You cannot ask me to shave my legs!”

“Well, I just did, darling.”

“I won’t do what you’re asking.”

“It’s an order, Bella. Get to work!”

I stood motionless. After a few silent moments, it finally dawned on her that I meant every word I had just said. There was no way I would shave my legs like a girl. There were other more effective ways to dominate a man in the bedroom, and I wasn’t a fan of this.

She whirled around to face me. “You have broken not one but two rules, Bella. I will not condone such flagrant defiance.”

She stepped toward me. It was at that time I remembered I should never look into her eyes. I quickly lowered my gaze, but I doubted I was fast enough to save myself from the punishment she deemed fit.

I expected her to hit me. Or do anything at all. But giving me a handjob was definitely not something I had seen coming. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around my cock, triggering a sudden jolt as the organ started to engorge in her grasp.

She tightened her hold on my cock. Her fingers squeezed hard enough to cut off my flow of blood and inflict a shuddering pain that caused me to tremble where I stood.

“Please!” I cried.

She squeezed harder. The pain intensified. It spread from the lower half of my cock to my entire crotch, and in no time, I could feel it in my head as well, taking the form of a barely noticeable headache.

“I’ll do worse if you insist on being a brat,” she said. “You have no idea, Bella. I’d suggest you do exactly as ordered.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You might want to take a cold bath as well.”

The fingers around my cock slackened, giving me a way out of the breathlessness that suddenly sought to rule over me. With a flick of her right hand, she dismissed me. Defeated, I hurried off into the bathroom to freshen up. When I returned to the bedroom a few minutes later, the fruity smell of my skin announced that I’d bathed with the orange body wash I’d found in the bathroom. My legs were now as smooth as the bottle of the body wash.

A gleam crept into Dana’s eyes as she feasted her eyes on me. Like every over woman who’d had a chance to stare at my nakedness, she seemed to like what she saw.

She stepped away from me and advanced to her bed, where some items had been gathered. A burgundy lace wig and a white lingerie set lay beside a garter belt with thigh-high stockings. And beside them, a strap-on dildo lay vertically on the bed. The fake cock was noticeably bitter than mine, and I knew that all roads would lead to that huge toy tearing through my ass which until this moment had never been penetrated.

“Now that you’re all shaved and clean,” she ran her fingers along the stockings. “...these beauties will fit perfectly. What do you think, Bella?”

“Your slave has never worn women’s clothing,” I said in hopes that she would reconsider.

She chuckled in response. “You have three minutes to get ready, Bella.”

“Mistress—”

“I have a whip, Bella. My hands are aching to use it.”

Those words were just what I needed to spring into action. The last thing I wanted was some leather whip leaving ugly scars all over my spotless skin.

Pulling up the stockings and attaching the garter belt, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. I’d never thought I’d wear something like this! I do my best to flick the long red hair, that had encroached over my eyes, away. looking down at my smooth, shaven, and stocking-laden legs, I pull the panties up that she’d demanded I wear. They were crotchless ones and I didn’t realize until I had them pulled up around my penis. To complete the perfect slutty redhead look, she provided a pair of stilettos. I tried to stand after wearing the pair of shoes, but I totally sucked at steadying the outrageously thin heels beneath me. I toppled over and landed on the bed in a supine position.

Dana approached me with a smile. “Lay still now.”

She peeled off her clothes while she approached me, so when she arrived at the bed, she was fully naked. The intricate tattoos on her clean shaved bikini line caught my eye, but they only held my attention for a few seconds. Once she secured the strap-on dildo around her waist, the dildo became all I could think of.

“You have been a good girl,” she said. “But there were a few times...”

She lowered herself toward my body.

“...you were a brat.” She grabbed my legs she pushed them up toward my face. “And like I said, there would be consequences. I was going to fuck your tight ass with a smaller cock, but maybe this will make you reconsider before you try to defy your mistress again.”

Dana was only considerate enough to lubricate my ass with her spit. But she was not even the least considerate when she started to thrust. She shoved the dildo inside of me and urged it further down my ass. I cried out as an almost painful pressure build up in my ass. My ass throbbed and clenched, squeezing the fake cock the same way her pussy would squeeze my cock if the tables were turned.

When another cry escaped my lips, I realized there was barely even a tinge of pain in it even though she pounded me with the vigor of a cougar in heat.

I could now start feeling the intense pleasure through the pain!

“Mistress, don’t stop!” I squeal with a high-pitched moan.

She stops and holds her cock inside me. With a wiggle around she laughs.

“Bella,” She whispers “I had no intention of stopping until I’d made a complete sissy out of you!”