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subrob1967 -> Blackmailed into Submission Domina Daphne (10/20/2011 4:01:45 PM)
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Monday June 27th
It's been two months since Daphne first kissed me, and our relationship seems to be stuck in a vanilla holding pattern. Between work, class, the baby shower, and Graduation, there's always something encroaching on our time together, and the damn chastity device isn't helping anything, I can't even jerk off to relieve stress. The project had a major setback with the intake line, and we lost almost two weeks designing and having a new debris trap manufactured. Plus Daphne's working on a super secret project of her own, which prevents us from seeing each other on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I only hope she hasn't found another Dominant to learn from. It's six forty five am and my team and I are about to board the barge for a ten hour day on the water, when my phone rings.
"Hey Boss, what's up?" I answer Stephanie.
"Good morning Chris, I need you to let the team go on without you, and for you to be back in the apartment for a video conference at eight o'clock local time."
"Wow, ok, is something wrong?"
"Not with you, or your project, I'll explain later. Go ahead and let the team know they'll be on their own today, I've got to go."
I turn to my team and say, "guys, your on your own today, something's going on in Chicago, and Stephanie needs me for a video conference at eight, you know what to do, and dinner's on me tonight." I head straight back to the condo, make a pot of coffee, and set my computer up on the table for the conference. I log in to Skype at five to eight, and wait for Stephanie to join in. When Stephanie invites me, I see she already has John Colson, the director of Argonne Idaho, and an older guy named Niles already in conference.
"Chris, you already know John," I nod to my former boss. "Our guest is Mr Niles Stewart, from Washington, Niles, why don't you start.
"Chris, I felt it was time for us to meet, I represent a group of... Concerned citizens who are unhappy with the way things are being run here in DC. Unfortunately money has replaced common sense with our legislators in either party, and we are constantly under siege to let businesses do whatever it takes to turn a profit."
"I don't understand Sir?" I reply, not knowing where this is leading.
"I'll let Stephanie explain the details, I just wanted to introduce myself, and let you know that your practical approach of cleaning up the environment has people taking notice. For that, I wanted to say thank you on behalf of the group, and myself... Stephanie, John, always a pleasure." With those parting words, Niles Stewart logs off.
"John, I'll call you tomorrow, I think I have the perfect candidate for the Delpine project, have a good day."
"You too Steph, Chris, nice work in the bay keep it up, I'm out."
"Boss, what's going on?" I ask, hoping to get some answers.
"I hear you're dating someone local, may I ask if it's serious?"
"Yeah, it is... What's this all about?"
"I really hate to say this, but I need you back here... I'm going to have to bring you back, and let Terry take over as manager."
"I see, when?"
"I need you here on July fifth... Chris, this isn't a recall, or a knock on your leadership. On the contrary, I need your help to make sure our other projects are running as smoothly as the Bay."
It suddenly hits me, Argonne is under attack by the politicians. "Steph, are we being targeted for some specific reason?"
"Solyndra! The opposition party is on the warpath, and there is talk of congressional investigations into every "green" facility that's received federal funding in the last two years."
"But WE'RE FEDERAL! Why would they come after us?"
"I told you, we have powerful enemies out there who would like nothing better than see us lose our funding. What Niles didn't tell you is, he's the senior partner at a major lobbying firm, and fighting for our cause daily... Without people like him, we'd have been cut off years ago."
"God damn politics!"
"Chris... I'm really sorry to have to bring you back, Lord knows you've been through hell these past few months, but you're the only person I know that can make sure our house is in order if investigators come sniffing around."
"I understand Boss, but you know I'm not an auditor, right?"
"I understand that, but you still manage to come in under budget and on time the majority of your projects, and that's good enough for me!"
"Can I ask a favor?"
"Sure."
"Can I take a personal day on Friday? I'd like to spend the weekend with Daphne."
"That's the least we can do for you... Is there any chance she'd be willing to move to Illinois? I'd hate to see business interfere with your relationship."
"We've already made plans, she's attending Chicago for grad school
this fall."
"Perfect! That's a relief, I'm sending Alyssa out to replace you on Monday, Terry can bring her up to speed. Was there anything else we need to talk about?"
"Yeah, there's a kid named Kenny Yakamora who'll be starting MIT this fall... You might want to keep an eye on him, he's sharp."
"Yakamora you say?"
"Yes, he's a friend of a friend and just graduated Berkeley, I gave him a tour of the barge, and he made a lot of good observations."
"Alright Chris, I'll take a look at him, Alyssa will be there next Monday, have Terry or Jan bring her up to speed... See you next Tuesday."
'Well, this sucks!' I think as I log off Skype. Since I don't have a secure modem here, I can't access the Argonne files for our other projects. Looking at my watch, I see the breakfast rush at the diner should be over, and Daphne will have time to talk. I head over to diner number three in the Twin Peaks neighborhood, where Daphne is the day manager.
"Well, this is a surprise, aren't you supposed to be working?" She says with a bright smile, which quickly leaves her face when she gets a good look at mine. "Something's wrong, what is it?"
"Have you got time to talk?" I ask her, returning her smile with a weak one of my own.
"I need about ten minutes, go ahead and have a seat and order some breakfast." Daphne brings my order out herself, with two cups of coffee, and joins me in the booth. "I'm not going to like this, am I?" She asks softly.
"You know how we never did get to go to Vegas, how about we go this weekend, fly over Friday morning, and head... Home on Monday?"
"Um, ok? I'm sure I can just drop everything and run off to Vegas like a bad movie! Now tell me what's really going on!"
"I've been recalled to Chicago, this is my last week in Frisco," I say lowering my head.
"WHAT! WHY?" Daphne's tone takes on an edge of panic.
"Because I'm too damn good at my job, and fucking politics!"
"So, you're not in trouble?"
"No, not in that sense, Argonne is under attack by the Republicans because of Obama and this Solyndra fiasco, my Boss is bringing me back to go over every project to make sure all the I's are dotted, and the T's are crossed."
"That's no fair! Why does it have to be you, Chris?" Daphne practically whines.
"Because I'm the Ronnie James fuckin Dio of my field!" I hiss bitterly.
"Where does that leave us? I just can't drop everything and move to Chicago next week!"
"I know my love, it just means we'll be apart for six weeks, that's all."
"Alright," Daphne says with resolve, "eat your breakfast before it gets cold I have some calls to make, I'll be back in ten minutes."
"Who are you calling?"
"Papa, to get Friday off, then I have to call Shay to cancel our plans for this weekend."
"I'm sorry my love, I never meant for this to happen."
"I hate to admit it but, your sister was right, life has a way of getting in the way of living."
"Yeah, she has a nasty habit of being right about a lot of things." Daphne leans over for a kiss, and heads to the office to call Papa. I eat my potato pancakes, and I'm sipping on my juice when Daphne returns fifteen minutes later with a smile. She plops down next to me and steals my last piece of bacon.
"We're all set, Papa has been training a new manager at number seven, and he's going to cover Friday... And next week for me."
"Next week?" I reply puzzled.
"Yeah, I'm coming with you to Chicago for a week."
"Daph, I'm probably going to be very busy next week at work, are you sure about this?"
"Yes, Sophie due next week, so I'm sure she'd like my help out with her while you're at work... That is if you want me to come... You do, don't you?"
"That's fantastic! Best news so far today... Can I borrow the key to your apartment? I need to use the Internet to book our trip, and then run some errands."
"No problem, will we be able to see each other tonight?"
"I promised the team I'd take them out to dinner tonight, you're welcome to join us if you wish."
"No, I think it would be better if I didn't, I feel awkward around your coworker's... I'll keep my mailbox key, go ahead and drop my apartment key in the mail slot when you leave, I have to get back to work."
She hands me her key and gives me a lingering kiss goodbye, I head up the road to Radio Shack to buy the components, and soldering equipment I'll need for my latest inspiration. I bring my purchases up to Daphne's, and dress for my last few errands, I shave, make up my face, then root around Daphne's lingerie for a full figure bra. I luck out and find an old 36D bra, and put it on, slip my forms in the cups thankful I don't have to glue them on, and put the pink Princess Leia shirt on. I trade my dockers for jeans, and put my wig on before heading out for a San Francisco ID card of me as Christine, for the weekend in Vegas. I get the ID, and stop at Tina's Jewelry for my final components, I buy a 3-Row Swarovski Crystal Choker Necklace, a Sterling Silver Beveled Herringbone Chain Choker Necklace, and a 24k gold necklace for Daphne, and head to my final destination, Helen's Wig Shop. I spend forty five minutes getting fitted for a human hair lace front wig that I can wear for three days without removing. It's expensive, but I'm assured I can style, and swim in it without any problems. I end up spending seven hundred dollars on a Wig Pro Amber II Vanilla Lush wig, adhesive, and solvent. Finished with my errands, I head back to Daphne's and get busy.
I start disassembling the voice modulator, and throat microphone I bought at Radio Shack, and solder the parts I need onto the backside of the 3-Row Swarovski Crystal Choker I bought. I put the choker on, throw the tiny switch I mounted next to the clasp, and say "testing... Testing, I am woman, hear me roar!" My voice is a bit tinny, so I make a few adjustments, and repeat my test. I hear a perky, feminine voice say, "testing... Testing, I am woman, hear me roar!" Pleased that my voice changer works, I quickly modify the second choker I bought. The door bell buzzes, and Daphne's voice calls out of the intercom, "Chris, let me in, you still have my key!"
I look at my watch and I'm surprised to see it's already four thirty. I buzz her in, and realize I haven't changed yet. "Shit!" I say out loud, and it's the perky voice that comes out. I unlock the door, and start cleaning up mess when Daphne steps through the door.
"Cross dressing on your own now? Naughty girl!" Daphne says in amusement.
"Domina I can explain..."
"CHRIS, WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR VOICE?"
"Oh yeah," I reach up and turn the modulator off, "sorry about that."
"How did you do that?" Daphne asks, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I stopped at Radio Shack and bought two voice modulators, two throat microphones, then at Tina's Jewelry for the chokers. A little inspiration, and solder, I came up with these for Christine."
"That's brilliant! But why now? You're going back to Chicago... And why did you dress today?"
"I'm sorry, I thought Christine was going to Vegas this weekend, and I had to dress to get her an ID in case I was carded enfemme."
Daphne does her excited girl squeal and kisses me, "I forgot about that, I thought it was just you coming to Vegas!"
"Well, if that's what you wish, it would make my week a helluva lot easier."
"Oh no Bitch! It's girls weekend in Vegas! How would staying male make your week easier?"
"If Christine goes, I'll need to go shopping for more clothes, more shoes, make up, and get waxed, not to mention working ten hour days."
"Oohh yeah, you will, won't you,... Waxing?" Daphne laughs, "I so can't wait for this weekend! I'll make us an appointment with Cynthia Percy for our waxing."
"Our?"
"Sure! I can do that for you, turn the thing on again!" I reach back and slide the mini switch on and go over the entertainment itinerary I've come up with. Daphne can't stop staring at me every time I talk, she's got her Daffy smile on her face, and her nipples are quite hard, so I know she's excited. "Let me see the ID!" She demands, so I pull it out of my wallet and hand it to her. The smile never leaves her face as she studies it. "I'd say you thought of everything, I'm very pleased Baby."
"Thank you Domina."
"Can you come back after dinner? I'm feeling frisky!"
"I'll see what I can do... There is one thing we haven't talked about."
"What's that?"
"The chastity belt... I won't be able to fly with it, and it will show when I'm Christine."
"We'll have to get you a gaff, so you can tuck. I'll talk to Shay, she'll know where we can get them." I walk over to the table, and hand her the chain I bought her.
"Oh Chris, it's beautiful! You shouldn't have!"
"It's for your key Domina, I hope you'll wear it next to your heart." Daphne's eyes well up with tears, and her lips attack mine.
"Always, my love, always!"
Thursday...
My team comes to the diner for my farewell dinner party, Jan kinda joked about my new "meterosexual" look after Daphne and I got waxed last night, but she didn't push it, and I doubt Terry or Larry even noticed my thinner, arched brows. All of Daphne's friends come to the party as well, thou I think it was more for the free food than to see me off... Except Maya, she seems like she'll genuinely miss me. She tried to slip me the two hundred she owes me, but I wouldn't take it. I was told by a little birdie that she's pressed for funds, and has to postpone her move to Seattle. Shay is disappointed too, we really haven't been able to play due to schedules. I can tell she's been working on Josh, but I'd guess it's more of a bedroom thing at this point. She looks great in the ass I bought her as a graduation present, and she seems quite pleased with her new appearance. I have a tear filled good bye with Mama & Papa, as the party breaks up at eight thirty, and Jan drives me to Daphne's apartment with my luggage, while Daphne stayed at the diner to help clean up.
"It'll be nice to have another woman on the team, but I'm really gonna miss you Chris." Janet says, as we sit in the parking lot.
"Thanks Jan, I'm gonna miss you, and this project too." I reply, sounding like a moron.
"I'm guessing the trip to the drive in is out now that your dating Daphne?"
"I wouldn't say that, she's not the type who would get mad about something like that, let's wait and see how our schedules look, ok?"
"Sounds good, need any help with your luggage?"
"Nah, I got it, thanks though. Stay safe my friend, I'll see you back in Chicago."
I carry my luggage up to the apartment, and go through everything to make sure I don't have anything to cause problems with the TSAssholes. Daphne, Shay, and Josh show up thirty minutes later, and I can tell by the look in Daphne's eye, she's up to something. Without a word she takes my hand and leads me to the couch, with a shove to my chest Daphne pushes me into a sitting position and climbs into my lap. "Hello Bitch," she says seductively, and leans in to kiss my neck just below my ear.
"Oh God," I whisper, tilting my head back to look at the ceiling. Between the licks, nips, and lips, my poor cock is throbbing inside the Exobelt. "Domina, please," I whisper, panting now.
"Poor Baby, am I turning you on?"
"God's yes!"
Daphne runs her finger down my Carotid as she sucks softly on my Jugular. I can feel my heart racing, and the blood pounding through my veins, I shudder and open my mouth to plead with her to release me, but before I can speak, she places her palm over my mouth, and continues her teasing. I try to reach my straining, aching cock, but her hips and ass are blocking me, and all I can do is accept the pain. "Would you like to cum for me?" Daphne's warm breath whispers in my ear. I nod vigorously, and she coos happily. "What will you do for me in exchange?"
She releases my mouth but continues to lick my neck, keeping me on edge. "Anything Domina, I would do anything!"
"Are you sure about that? Even I don't have that kind of power over you... So let's play a game, I'll ask a question, and you answer me honestly." Daphne is continuously licking and kissing as she talks, and my cock feels like it's ready to burst.
"First question, would you rob a bank for me?"
"No Domina."
"Very good Bitch, I wouldn't be much of a dominant if I put you in harms way... Second question, if I really needed the money, and you were broke, would you dress as Christine and turn tricks for me?"
I have to think about that for a minute before squeezing my eyes closed in shame. "Yes Domina, I would."
"Oh Baby! That makes me feel all warm and gooey inside, it's a good thing we both have money... One final question, if it would please me and Mistress Shay, would you make love to Josh for us?"
'BINGO!' I think when she finally gets there. She doesn't mean blow, nor fuck, but make love. Shit, how do you make love to someone you're not attracted to? "Bitch, you haven't answered my question."
"I need clarification Domina... What exactly do you mean by making love?"
"Kissing, petting, foreplay, then sex! Your Mistress and I want to watch you two make love, is that too much to ask Bitch?"
"No Domina, your happiness is my reason for living, always."
"Mmm good answer," Daphne's lips melt on to mine, and I feel my cock explode in orgasmic relief.
When the kiss ends, I whisper, "Domina, your kiss made me cum, I couldn't stop myself." Daphne squirms with pleasure, and kisses me again before climbing off, taking my hand, and leading me to the bathroom. She unlocks the Exobelt and tosses it in the sink to be washed, and orders me to shower. While I shower Daphne walks out to watch Shay work on Josh, who is much more resistant than I was. "But I'm not into him Shay!" Josh whines, as Shay straddles him.
"You told me he looked hot as Christine, and you were more than willing to participate in our threesome with Daphne, why are you punking out on me now?"
"Because I never made out with another guy before... Except you! Listen, I know it'll turn you and Daphne on, so if it'll make you happy I'll do it for you, but don't get pissed if I can't get it up for him."
Shay smiles and kisses Josh, before turning to Daphne and asking, "so, where is he?"
Daphne giggles feeling giddy as she answers, "he's taking a shower, I made him cum in his chastity device just by kissing him."
"Damn! That must have been painful... You got that boy whipped!"
"While we wait for him, you have got to see what he made for this weekend!" Daphne grabs one of the chokers and places it around Josh's throat. She locks the clasp, and winks at Shay.
"Ook, so he bought a choker, should I be impressed by his taste?"
"Josh, talk to Shay please," Daphne says with a smile.
"What do..." Daphne finds the tiny silver lever and turns it on, "you want me... Ah Daph, what did you do to my voice?" Josh ends in a perky female voice.
Shay jumps off the bed and steps back in alarm. Daphne laughs as Josh reaches up to touch the choker, and Shay, eyes narrowed, leans closer to look.
"Isn't that amazing?" Daphne asks, full of pride.
"What did you do to..." Daphne throws the switch, "to my voice?" Josh finishes with a hard swallow.
"How did he make that?" Shay looks on in wonder, Josh unclasps the choker and takes it off to examine it.
"I have no idea! But just imagine him dressed as Christine, and talking it that voice... Would you be able to tell?"
Shay's eyes are wide with wonder as she shakes her head, "Daph, do you have any idea how much money he could make selling these at Folsom? Fuck! If he sold them on the web, he would make a killing... Josh, let me try it."
Josh carefully hands the jewelry over to Shay, who locks it on her neck. It takes her finger a few moments of probing before finding the switch and turning it on. "Test... Hey this tickles a little!" Shay says in a more feminine tone. "This... Is... Fucking... Cool!" She continues in wonder, "Josh, could you make this if he showed you how?"
"No way Shay, I looked at it, and have no idea how he did it... But it's impressive as hell!"
I step out into the living space with a towel wrapped around my waist, and I hear the perky girl's voice say, "Chris, come over here please." I step over to the bed with a puzzled look on my face, Shay is wearing my choker, with a look of total surprise on her face. "How did you come up with this?"
"I dunno, it just came to me after I saw how realistic the breast and butt forms were, why?"
"Were they expensive to make?"
"Well, the jewelry was the most expensive part, but the rest was about sixty bucks for parts... Where are you going with this Mistress?"
"How long did they take to make?"
"About an hour, give or take ten minutes... Did you want one? I can give you a list of things I'd need to make it."
"No Darling, I was thinking bigger, much bigger... If I scrapped the money together for materials, do you think you could have twenty five or thirty of them assembled by September fifth? I'd like to sell them at the fair... I'll happily give you the credit, and half the profits."
"Mistress Shay, I'd love to help you out, but my job prevents me from getting involved in selling something that some would consider "kinky," I have to keep a low profile, lest someone uses it against me or Argonne... I'm sorry."
With a sad sigh, Shay says, "I understand... It's really impressive technology, and we could make a killing selling them at Folsom, and over the Internet."
Daphne takes my arm and says, "excuse us for a second Shay." She drags me across the room, and says softly, "Chris, Shay has a good idea here! We should think about this before saying no... If you used costume jewelry, or leather chokers and bought the electronics off the web, we could cut the manufacturing costs significantly!"
"Daph, that's all well and good, but I still can't have my name involved with something like this, my patrons wouldn't like it!"
"How about this... We talk to a Lawyer tomorrow in Vegas and set up a LLC in MY NAME, file a patent under the company, and "hire" Shay as the President... I could use that ten grand you gave me for start up costs, order the materials, and let Shay do the marketing. She and I can split the profits 65/35 until the company pays the 10K back, then we'll split 50/50!"
"But I can't promise I'll be available to assemble them for you, I have no idea what's in store for me on Tuesday, my love."
"Would you be willing to try... For me?"
"Of course, I'd do almost anything for you... Who knows, you might actually make some money off of this."
"I love you Christopher Madsen!" Daphne squeezes me tight, then kisses me passionately, leaving me breathless. "Oh Shayla, I have a proposition for you, Bitch!" Daphne calls out, and walks to the dinette table.
The girls sit at the table, and Daphne explains her idea, with a squeal of delight, Shay hugs Daphne tightly, and their soon engrossed in business talk. I shrug at Josh, who shrugs at me, and I step into the closet to dress, all thoughts of fucking each other forgotten. I throw on Daphne's pink Berkley sweats, and one of my t-shirts, and grab two diet cokes out of the fridge for Daphne and Shay. They thank me, never taking their eyes off each other as they talk about company names, product labeling, and marketing ideas. I grab Josh and myself a beer, and we use my laptop to surf for the components they'll need to begin manufacturing. We find the wireless mic's and voice modulators, and price one hundred of each. Josh starts a list of item numbers, and prices, as I dictate them. "Bro, I think we should let the girls choose the choker styles," Josh finally says, after we narrow down the electronics.
"Good idea, you any good with a soldering iron?" I respond.
"I dunno, I'm not very mechanically inclined... But I can draw you a killer company logo!"
"Ahem! What are you boys doing?" We look up to see Daphne and Shay standing there, arms crossed, staring down at us.
"Um, looking for components for the chokers, Mistress." I answer, unable to meet their eyes for some reason.
"Well, since you both chose to ignore our orders, I guess that's better than playing games... Did you find anything?" Daphne says in a stern tone.
"Yes Domina, we even have a price list here for you."
"Great, fantastic! Now get naked and get your ass in bed, Bitch!" I jump to my feet and hurry to do my Domina's bidding. I strip out of my clothes, and climb into bed, blushing.
"Josh, Sweetheart, are you going to do as I asked, or have you changed your mind?" Shay leans in close and whispers in Josh's ear, he turns white, and joins me in the bed. He moved almost as fast as me. The girls stand at the foot of the bed, and cross their arms expectantly.
"Sorry Bro," I whisper as I lean in to kiss him, it takes a "ahem!" from Shay for him to return the kiss. Josh is the first to let his hand roam down to play with my nipples, so I respond by lowering my lips to his neck. His hand slides down to cup my ass, and I reciprocate by running my fingers up and down his inner thigh, as we return to kissing.
I slip my tongue in his mouth, and he responds with a groan, he reaches for my cock, and rubs it with his palm. Josh rolls over on top of me, takes my head in his hands and kisses me deeply, as I caress his ass. He slides down my torso, licking and kissing me along the way, he finally ends up between my legs, and takes me in his mouth. I close my eyes and try to pretend it's Daphne, or even Shay, but his Bohemian beard completely ruins the illusion. Never the less, he gets me hard, and is about to start sucking in earnest, but Shay's sharp "SWITCH!" Has us scrambling to change places. I work my way down his hairy body, before finally taking his stinky dick in my mouth.
He could have fucking washed it!
I get him hard, deep throating his seven inches, when I feel someone reach between my legs to stroke me, keeping me hard, as I suck Josh's cock. "STOP!" Daphne calls out so I stop, and climb off Josh. Daphne kneels on the bed, face down, ass up, says, "Bitch, fuck me!"
I mount her doggy style, and she whimpers, as I slide myself in deep. I feel Shay's hands on my ass, pinning me in Daphne as she climbs up behind me. While one hand holds me, her other hand lubes up my ass, and I feel her slide inside me. "You set the pace Bitch," Shay whispers.
Shay snaps her fingers, and Josh straddles Daphne, body, facing me. "Finish Josh off Bitch!" Shay says huskily, so I tilt my head back so Josh can fuck my mouth. I can honestly tell you that this was quite an experience, every time I thrust into Daphne, Shay's cock slides out of me, when I pull out of Daphne, Shay thrusts deep.
Daphne is gasping, and moaning "faster... FASTER!" So I do my best. It's fucking hard to try to suck a cock, fuck a pussy, and get fucked in the ass at the same time, let me tell ya! But somehow I manage to get Josh off first.
Shay starts saying "take that you dirty little whore! How do you like that! Answer me!" She's really pounding my ass now, forcing me to pound Daphne, and I'm afraid I'm hurting her, but her moans are of pleasure, so I answer Shay.
"Oh Mistress, your cock feels so good, fuck this little whore harder! Please pound my ass, Mistress!" Daphne is shuddering now, caught in the throes of multiple orgasms, and Shay is growling, and pulling my hair. One deep thrust later her cum shoots deep into my bowels! She's gasping as she collapses across my back. Daphne is whimpering so I stop thrusting, and hold still until Shay climbs off me.
When she finally does, I ease my hard cock out of her, and she collapses on her side, in a fetal position. "Josh, cuddle with her to keep her warm!" I say, and cover them up after he joins Daphne. I look up and Shay is staring at my hard cock with a feral look in her eye.
She grabs my hair, and the lube and drags me across the room to the sofa. "I'm not done with you Bitch!" She growls, and leans over the arm of the sofa. "My turn, use lots of lube!" I pour some lube on my fingers and slowly insert them slowly, one at a time. "Faster! Fuck me Bitch!" I lube up my cock, and insert my eight inches slowly.
Shay growls "fuck me damn it, I'm not fragile!" So I fuck her, fast, hard, and with lots of lube. She cums a second time before I finally growl and shoot my load. I hold onto her hips, pinning myself in Shay until I finally finish cumming. When I go limp, I turn her around and suck her cock clean as she leans back on the sofa, legs rubbery. I scoop her up in my arms, and she nuzzles my neck as I carry her to the bed, and climb in next to her, pulling the covers over us.
Shay starts kissing me softly, then starts weeping, I gently brush her hair out of her eyes, and say, "what's wrong Mistress?"
"You're leaving, and Daffy will be too. I don't want you to go, we haven't got to play very much."
"I'm sorry Mistress, I wish I didn't have to go, I love Frisco... But I love my job too, and I'm obligated to do do my job."
"I know Chris, I'm not blaming you... It's just that I thought Daffy would be here forever, my circle of friends is shrinking, and it seems like I'm standing still."
"I wish I could say I understood, but I was pretty much a loner during college. If it wasn't for Daphne's family, I wouldn't have had any friends out here."
"You're a good man Chris, you take care of Daffy really good, I'm happy for her, and you."
"Thank you Mistress, she's the light in my life... I promise you I'll always love and take care of her, and you're always welcome in our home." Shay kisses me tenderly, then rolls over to comfort her best friend.
I climb out of bed, letting Daphne take comfort with her friends, and grab another quick shower. 'Thank God for leather!' I think as I clean up the cum Shay left on the arm of the sofa. Josh and Shay head to the shower, and Daphne calls me to lay next to her.
"Thank you for telling Josh to keep me warm, you're always thinking of my needs." Daphne says softly, as she lays her head on my shoulder.
"I hope I didn't hurt you, Shay likes it a lot rougher than me."
"I'll probably be walking funny tomorrow, you're quite a bit bigger than I'm used to, but I wouldn't have it any other way... I'm proud of the way you performed with Josh, it was really hot!"
"Thank you Domina... Why don't I draw you a hot bath after they leave, it might ease the soreness."
"God I love you! You're always thinking of my best interests... You're one of a kind, you know that?" I blush, and look away from her. Shay and Josh finish up and after a long tearful good bye, Shay gives me a final lingering kiss, and they leave. I fill the tub for Daphne, and while she soaks, I strip the bed, and change the linen.
I fix Tea, and I'm putting my computer away when Daphne steps out of the bathroom wearing a fluffy robe. I pour her a cup of tea, and she cradles it in her hands to absorb the heat. "You changed the sheets!" She says with a happy smile, "is there anything you don't think of?"
"I try not to miss anything, my love... Have you finished packing?"
"Pretty much, I just need to pack our make up tomorrow, what time is the cab picking us up?"
"Seven forty five, flight is at ten thirty... I'm kinda nervous about flying enfemme."
"It will be fine my love, just remember what Shay told you... I'm more worried about the toys I packed."
"If anyone gives you grief, just give them a smile and they'll be wrapped around your finger."
"Aw, thank you my love! Let's get to bed, we have an early start tomorrow."
We wake up at six, both of us are a bit stiff and sore from the vigorous sex. It takes just over an hour to get my tits, ass, and wig just right. Daphne has to line my eyes for me because I'm too nervous, which she finds amusing. "Relax Chris, it's not your first time going out enfemme."
"I know Domina, but you know the TSA is going to hassle me."
"This is still America, it won't be that bad!"
We dress and let me tell you, gaff's suck! Yeah, I'm all tucked away and smooth in appearance, but it's damn uncomfortable. I attach my nude stockings to my garter belt, slip into a Dream Angels bra, and finally my Coldwater Creek Cowl wrap dress in Rose. I strap on my Pleaser baby pink 4 1/2" high heeled sandals with bow, and finish my outfit with medium and large Sterling hoop earrings in each ear, Sterling bangles on each wrist, and finally my modified Sterling Beveled Herringbone Choker.
"You look absolutely beautiful my love!" Daphne says, pinching my ass as she finishes packing our make up.
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of Domina."
"More cold feet? Chris, stop worrying! You're still Christopher Madsen, uber Engineer! So you look great dressed like a girl, I think it's awesome... I get a girlfriend, and boyfriend all wrapped up in one perfect package!"
We arrive at SFO two hours and twenty minutes before our flight, and as arranged most of my luggage is being forwarded to Chicago to be held until Monday. As predicted I cause a bit of a stir with security, and it's actually amusing to watch them trying to figure out if a male, or female agent should pat me down. "Look guys, I'm still a man, the breasts are fake, the butt is fake, and I still have a penis... Do you need me to sign a waiver granting you permission to touch me?"
"No Ma'am, er Sir, we just need to figure out a way to make sure your er breasts aren't made of explosives."
"Bring a dog in, I don't mind... Listen, I'm not trying to be a pain in the ass, but I can't be the first pre op transsexual to come through here."
"No Sir, but we've never seen such realistic prosthesis before, you understand, don't you?"
"I do... And I'm cooperating aren't I? I offered to show you the manufacturer's website, I offered to let you touch me, and to let a dog next to me... Do I need to call an Attorney?"
"NO SIR... That won't be necessary, we'll give you a pat down, and bring in a dog... We apologize for the inconvenience Mr Madsen." Agent Tulip says, looking at my government ID with the red Top Secret security clearance band across the top.
Daphne is waiting for me with coffee and muffins, and we have twenty minutes to eat before boarding. We arrive in Vegas just after twelve, and Daphne rents us a car while I use my phone to find a Lawyer.
It takes ninety minutes to set up DuCor LLC, and fill out the patent paperwork on my working model of the "Daffy Gurl female voice simulator." And just like that, Daphne is the CEO of her own business, with her first patented product. We arrive at the MGM Grand around two, and head up to our Glamour Suite.
"Of all the hotels in Vegas, why the MGM?" Daphne asks in the elevator.
"Would you prefer another? I should have asked before I booked, I'm sorry," Ms Perky voice replies.
"No, I was just wondering, that's all."
"I liked the amenities, and the layout of these suites the best, besides, I got a great deal... Plus we both love old movies, so I thought this was the best choice."
"Oh my, this is wonderful, it's bigger than my studio!" Daphne says in awe as she looks around the 1270 sq ft suite.
"And it was only $289 a night," Perky responds happily.
"Really? That's less than a regular room at a three star hotel. Oh we're going to have so much fun!"
"Yes we are, and it begins in thirty minutes, so we should unpack and change."
Daphne's eyes sparkle as she says, "spill the beans Bitch!"
"Since this IS our first girl's weekend together, I'd thought we'd start with an in room facial, manicure and pedicure... To start the weekend off right."
Daphne launches herself at me, wrapping me tight and kissing me deeply. "Is that why you "forgot" to buy nails when you bought your make up Tuesday?"
"Yeah, I figured if I was going to live as a woman for three days, cheap plastic nails weren't going to cut it... Let's change into our bikini's, shall we?"
We hang our clothes in the closet, change into our bikini's, and cover up's, and I pour us champagne as Daphne gushes over the Roman tub and Bidet in the master bath. Daphne returns to the bar, and I hand her a flue.
"To us, may we remain this happy for the rest of our lives."
"And to the best guy EVER! I'm the luckiest girl in the world!" We clink glasses and drink our wine, a troupe of six technicians arrive and pamper us for the next sixty minutes. When their done, we both have fresh, clean faces, and French finger and toe nails.
"Domina, we have to be at Excalibur at ten, so is there anything you'd like to do until then?"
"What's at Excalibur?"
"A surprise... I think you'll love it."
"What else have you got planned?"
"I bought us tickets for the Diva's Las Vegas show for tomorrow, with dinner reservations after at Joël Robuchon, other than that, we can do whatever you desire."
"We're eating at Joël Robuchon?" Daph asks in an extremely excited, almost reverent tone.
"Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy it." Daphne shows me how happy she is, much to my dismay... Hardons and gaff's do NOT go well together. "Let's get dressed, there's something I've always wanted to do, but was too afraid before now!"
We claim our rental from the Valet, and Daphne uses the GPS to guide us to The Piercing Shop. With dread, I follow Daphne inside, and examine the photo's on the wall while Daph talks to the heavily tattooed and pierced girl behind the counter. The girl nods, and brings us back behind the curtain, she guides me into a small room, and has me sit on the reclining bed. The girl then leads Daphne to a different room, and I start sweating while I wonder what Daphne wants done. After a few minutes, a different heavily pierced girl enters the room.
"Hey, I'm Jill... You want your Naval pierced, right?"
"Christine, ah yeah, my Naval."
Jill senses my nervousness, and smiles. "Relax Christine, it doesn't hurt much, just a little pinch, and it's done... Is this the charm you want?" Jill holds up a stainless post with a small Sapphire at the top, and a larger Sapphire dangling below.
"Yes, that's the charm, thanks."
"Ok, would you mind removing your dress, and laying back on the table?" I pull my dress up over my head, and lay back on the table. Jill puts on a pair of surgical gloves, cleans the charm in a bowl of antiseptic, and loads the "gun." She swabs my belly button, and Naval, and lines up the gun. "Ok Chris, you'll feel a little pinch... Now!" There's a sharp pain in my belly which has me sucking air through my teeth, but the pain lowers to a dull throb after a minute.
Jill applies pressure to the holes, and the bleeding stops after a moment. Jill threads the jewel through the hole, screws the top gem in place and cleans up her work. "All done Chris, you can get dressed and pay at the counter." I thank her and tip her twenty, and step out to wait for Daphne. Daph joins me after five minutes, and I pay for the piercings. Daphne is practically skipping as we head out to the car, "so, how does it look?"
Daphne lifts her top to show me her Ruby Naval gem, I tell her it looks gorgeous, and next to her tawny skin, it does. "Do you like yours?"
"It's pretty... Why did you pick Sapphire for me?"
"It matches your beautiful blue eyes! I can't wait to see it." I look around to make sure no one can see, and lift my dress high enough for her to see and squeal in delight. "I want us to get our nipples pierced next, but not on this trip, I want us to be comfortable for the weekend."
"Ah, my nipples? Or Christine's?"
"Yours, I'm not puncturing $1200 breast forms! Let's head back to the hotel, I'm starving." We eat at Emeril's Fish joint, then spend an hour playing Roulette, and Black Jack, before heading up to our suite for a nap before tonight's adventure. I wake up before Daphne, and sneak into the closet for the outfits I purchased for tonight's escapade. I change into my black gaff, black lace cheekies, black leather flared miniskirt and red Leisa Marie Xpress Crop Top, I finish off my outfit with my Sam Edelman 'Marina' Pumps in Ruby Red Suede. I get Daphne's outfit together, consisting of a black Leisa Marie Elite Clubwear Top, white flared leather skirt, white boyshort panties, and her black and white 4" Ferragamo pumps. I leave her outfit hanging, and do my make up, going with an evening look with purple and pink shadow, rose blush, and crimson lipstick. I check myself out in the full length mirror, and feel myself getting hard. "Chris?" Daphne calls out from the bed.
"In the bathroom Domina, be there in a minute," I answer, replacing my jewelry, and spritzing my perfume. I step out of the bathroom and Daphne gasps.
"Christine! Oh my God, look at you!" Daphne exclaims, jumping to her feet in shock. Her eyes are wide as she approaches me, and walks a circle around me. "You look... HOT! Where did you get that outfit?"
"I bought it on Tuesday especially for tonight... Yours is hanging in the closet, Domina."
"I can't believe my eyes, you look... Slutty and classy at the same time!"
"Would you like me to change?"
"Oh NO! I think you look incredible! Is my outfit that... Revealing?"
"No Domina, shall I fetch it for you?"
"Yeah, I need to use the bathroom." I grab her outfit, lay it on the bed, and wait for her to finish her business. She squeals when she sees her clothes, and wastes no time dressing. "I love this! It shows off my naval, but not too much breast... And this skirt, it's butter soft! Thank you soooo much!" As she applies her make up she grills me on our destination, but I refuse to tell her... Thinking back, I begin to worry she'll hate it... I have no idea if she likes to dance!
We grab our purses and walk from our hotel down the strip to the Excalibur, the strip is boisterous, with a party atmosphere. Daphne and I get a lot of Wolf Whistles, and guys yelling "show us your tits!" from their cars as they cruise the strip. Daphne is all smiles as her inner geek takes over at the sight of the giant castle.
"Are we going to the Medieval dinner show?" She asks excitedly, and I'm mentally kicking myself in the ass... She's a game geek, numb nuts!
"Ah, no Domina... I had something else in mind for tonight."
"Oh," she says, trying to hide her disappointment, "that's ok."
'I hope so,' I think as we enter Excalibur. I follow the signs, and pause outside a door that says, "Night School For Girls." "What is this?" Daphne asks, unsure of what I signed us up for. I open the door for us and step into the room, Daphne looks at the pictures on the walls of women in various costumes, captured in dancing poses.
A very attractive red head approaches us with a smile, "hi, I'm Kathi, can I help you?"
"Hi Kathi, can we have a second?" I reply with a warm smile of my own. Kathi's smile freezes, and she steps away from us.
"Chris, what is this?"
"Ah dancing lessons Domina... I thought it might be fun to learn pole dancing, lap dancing, and burlesque."
Daphne absorbs my words and her eyes widen, and she says, "ohhh... OH! You want us to learn exotic dancing?"
"Um, yeah, I assumed that you liked to dance, I thought every girl liked to dance... We can leave if you want."
"No, we can stay, I had no idea they had classes for the general public... You really want to give me lap dances?" The excitement is returning to her eyes, and my heart starts beating again.
"Yes Domina, I want to dance for you." Daphne hugs me and we walk over to Kathi, who smiles again at our approach. "Sorry about that Kathi, we have a reservation under the name Doukis, this is Daphne, and I'm Christine."
"Yes, we've been waiting for you, if you'll follow me, class starts in ten minutes." We follow her through the stage door, and join a group of women drinking champagne. Everyone looks at us as Kathi hands us each a flue, and we return the smiles and nods. There appears to be a Bachlorette party of six twenty something girls, and another group of attractive forty something cougars. All together there's twelve women here to learn how to dance. We watch an introductory video, then split up into groups for our instruction. Our instructor is a gorgeous, long legged blonde named Carly, and as she begins our instruction, Daphne warms up, and is smiling in no time.
Carly is all compliments and support as we learn how to use the pole, lap dancing, and burlesque striptease. I remember the moves Mandy taught me, and Carly soon realizes Daphne needs much more help than I. Our class is two hours long, and by the time we're done, we're worn out, our feet hurt, and Daphne's all smiles. Carly gives us our 8X10 souvenir photo, fancy certificate, t-shirt, and compliments me on my skill, and Daphne on her improvement. "Chris, I love that top, can I ask where you got it?" Carly asks as she escorts us out of the studio. I tell her, and she hugs us before we go... I wonder how much my $100 tip influenced her friendly demeanor.
"God, I feel like I just ran a triathlon!" Daphne exclaims, in a tired, but cheerful voice.
"Me too Daph, I had no idea it would take so much work."
"I had a lot of fun though... Thank you my love."
"You're most welcome, how about we grab a cab instead of walking?"
"Great idea." We piss off a Cabbie with a short run, but we're too sore to care, we head up to the suite, and take a long, passionate soak in the Roman tub. We order room service, and watch a video about all the available shows in Vegas before going to bed. I wake up to an empty bed and call out "Daph?" No answer, I jump out of bed in a panic, only to find her note. 'Christine, I had a few things I needed to do alone, go ahead and have some breakfast, I should be back by eleven. I'd like to hit the pool for a while this afternoon, so don't forget to put your hair in a ponytail, I love you...' My tired eyes find the clock on the night stand and I see it's nine thirty eight so I put my hair in a high ponytail, and put my face on for the day.
While I'm dressing in my Hello Kitty Yellow Kitty Feaver Bikini with Hello Kitty Red Fringe Cat Cover Up... (Daphne's choice for me, of course.) She's having coffee with Mistress Madeline LaCroix.
"Good morning Ms Doukis, thank you for meeting with me." Madeline is a thirty eight year old professional Dominatrix, she's 5'5" tall bare foot, and a slim 115lbs. She has long brunette hair, and the smooth skin of a twenty year old.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mistress, please call me Daphne."
Madeline pulls a smart phone out of her purse, and glances at the notes she made. "Madeline is fine dear, how may I help you Daphne?"
"As I told you on the phone, I'm new to domination and I'd like to learn rope bondage, spanking techniques, and how to use a flogger without hurting my slave seriously."
"Sounds simple enough," Madeline consults her notes, "you collared him in early May, correct?"
"Yes it is."
"Can you fill me in on your current training?"
"Me? I'm self taught so far."
"No Dear, I meant, what kind of training have you started with... Chris."
"Oh, sorry," Daphne says, blushing. "He's been locked in chastity since May, and I've teased him, and have him performing oral sex on me regularly. He's served me and my friends dressed as a French Maid, performed oral sex on my strap on, received anal sex from a transsexual friend of mine, performed oral on her, and I've forced him to have sex with another guy."
Madeline raises a brow, either in admiration, or disbelief, and says, "it seems you have things well in hand, Daphne, that's a pretty impressive list of accomplishments for a beginner Dominant... You haven't used bondage, or corporal punishment on him yet?"
"I did tie him to a chair for an interrogation scene early in the relationship, but I haven't gotten physical with him, or spanked him yet... I want to learn how to do it right without seriously injuring him."
"I can show you some good rope techniques, spanking, and flogging, but I don't wrestle with clients for the first five sessions. I charge $250 an hour, and from what you told me, I'd recommend a two hour session, are you ok with that?"
"Yes, when are you available? We fly out Monday afternoon."
"I'm available tonight after eleven, and tomorrow from noon until five... The best time for me would be three to five tomorrow afternoon."
"Tomorrow afternoon is perfect! What shall I have her wear?"
"Her? I thought he was a guy!"
"I'm sorry, he is... This is a "girls weekend" so I have him enfemme until Monday."
"Is he passable, or is this humiliation?"
"He's extremely passable, which makes him that much more fun... I'm bi."
"Is he bi, or a cross dresser?"
"He says he's not, and I believe him, which makes the guy on guy action that much hotter in my opinion... His previous Domme started his dressing and strap on training"
"He had a Domme before you? Did he tell you why they split?"
"Lisa was killed in a car jacking last December in Chicago."
"Oh that's too bad, you're not concerned about being a rebound Domme?"
"I pursued the relationship, not him... It's a long story, but for the sake of time I'll tell you I've known Chris for eight years, and he recently came back to San Francisco after being away for years, so I made my move."
"Good for you, I'm glad it's working out... Are you planning on renting dungeon space, or do you have a large enough room?"
"We have a pretty big suite, we can host if that's ok with you."
"That would be fine Dear, have him dress however you like, will you both be ok if I have him strip?"
"He'll strip if I order him to, he's eager to please me."
"That's as it should be, may I have the suite number?" Daphne gives Madeline the number, and she leaves. Daphne pays for the coffee, and runs her errands before heading up to the suite.
Daphne's carrying a couple of shopping bags, as she gives me a smile. "Have you eaten yet?" She calls out from the bedroom."
"No, have you?"
"No, let me change and we can eat at Diego before hitting the pool."
Daphne steps out of the bathroom wearing her Salinas Circus Star bikini, which she covers with a Ravina Strapless Black Floral Dress. "You look so fucking adorable right now!" She says and gives me a lingering kiss. "Do you have any idea how wet you make me when you cross dress?"
"No Domina," I gulp, praying she'll accept that I can't dress regularly. Daphne uses a finger to push me back and pin me against the wall, her eyes devour my body like a hungry Lion. "God, look at those fucking curves," she whispers huskily before attacking my mouth. She wraps her legs around my hips, and I have to grab her ass to hold her up as her lips swallow mine. "Bed, NOW!" She growls, so I carry her to the bedroom, her hips riding mine. "Take your clothes off!" Daphne commands, as she strips herself. Within seconds we're naked, and she pushes me onto the bed then straddles me, hot wet pussy impaling itself on my engorged cock. She is hot! Riding me fast and hard, bringing us both to climax in minutes.
"Stay!" She commands, and reverses herself, lowering her cum filled pussy over my mouth. "Clean up your mess," she says seductively, as she grinds herself on my tongue. I clean her out as much as possible as she orgasms twice more before climbing off me. Daphne points a finger at me to stay, and walks into the closet, emerging two minutes later wearing a 7" strap on cock, and carrying a small bottle of lube.
"Get off the bed and lube yourself up!" She says, throwing me the bottle. I use my fingers to work the lube deep in my ass, as Daphne lays on the bed.
"I want you to ride my cock just like I rode yours," she says, so I lube up her cock, and lower my ass onto it slowly. Once it's in, I have to pause due to the pain, but once I adjust, I pump myself up and down her shaft in a Cowgirl. Daphne's staring at my bouncing tits with a dreamy smile. "You look sexy as hell Cowgirl," she tells me. I'm moaning in my female voice, as I ram my ass up and down faster, massaging my Prostate with her dick. After ten minutes or so Daphne rolls her hips, causing me to fall sideways off of her.
She rolls on top of me, and lifts my legs, granting her access to my ass in a Missionary position. Daphne pours more lube on her cock, and penetrates me, after five hard minutes, I'm ready. "Oh God Domina, I'm about to cum," I whine, so her lubed hand strokes my cock, pointing it at my belly, and tits. I explode, shooting cum all over my chest, and stomach.
Daphne buries her cock deep and leans over to scoop up the cum, feeding it to me with her fingers. "That's my good girl," she coos as I suck her fingers clean, "you like my cock buried deep, don't you?"
""Oh yes Domina, I feel empty without you in me."
"That's because your a dirty little slut! But I still love you anyway."
"I love you too Domina."
"I know Christine, now let's go clean up, we're skipping the pool and going out to have fun!"
We shower and fix our make up, Daphne reaches in the closet and tosses me a bag, grabbing a second for herself. I open my bag and find a Bia Brazil Bala Bodysuit in black, a Flirty Lingerie black Crop Top that says I like BOYS and Girls in white lettering, and a pair of purple and white Nike running shoes. I grab my black gaff, and have no trouble tucking, thanks to my two orgasms, and slip into the skin tight body suit, and half shirt. Daphne helps me tie the top, before dressing in a thong, then her Planet Body Racing One-Piece sky blue/grey body suit, with baby blue and white Nikes. She covers herself with her Strapless Black Floral cover up.
"I should have found a black leather or lace choker to modify for occasions like this," I say, as we grab our purses and leave the room.
"That's a good idea Baby, it would be good to have one for any occasion... We'll have to order a variety when we get to Chicago... I've got to tell you how surprised and pleased I am with how well you're adapting to being Christine this weekend."
"Frankly I am too Domina, I'm actually having fun with it now that I'm not being forced to dress."
"I'm sure it helps that I find you so damn sexy, and you fool everyone!" Daphne says with a swat on my ass. We grab some excellent Mexican food at Diego, there at the hotel. Daphne introduces me to Pollo al Horno con Mole, and it blows my Chile Rellenos out of the water!
"Domina, I do not care what we do tomorrow, but I have to have that before we leave! Who knew Chicken and Chocolate went so well together!"
"Sweetheart, it's unsweetened cocoa, not chocolate... But it is fantastic, and this red chile rice is to die for!" We grab our car and Daphne drives us to our first destination, Pole Position indoor go carting. I have a shit eating grin as we lock up the car and head inside... Dating a hot geek girl is awesome!
We watch the orientation video, and suit up in the red racing suits, don our protective gear, and race ten other people three times. Daphne is laughing maniacally as the carts accelerate up to FIFTY MILES PER HOUR! I learn she's quite competitive, and if she had more practice, she'd make a damn good racer. She also has a mean streak, because during our third and final race, she spins a twelve year old kid who passed her in race two, knocking him into last place. She ends up with a cheap plastic trophy for finishing in the top three all three races, and is pleased as punch with herself. "That was sooo much fun!" She declares as we head back to the car to drive to our next stop, she grins happily as we head inside.
"Welcome to Skydive Las Vegas," the chipper blond says as we walk into the lobby.
"Um Daph," I say with trepidation, "what are we doing?"
"Indoor skydiving, I saw it on the Travel Channel, and decided we just had to try it!"
"Um, how does one skydive inside a building?"
"You'll see... Are you afraid?" She asks in surprise.
"Noooo, not scared, just... Cautious."
"You're afraid, admit it!" Daphne says with a look that screams, CHICKEN SHIT! She leans in and whispers, "you've gone shopping dressed as a girl, wore a collar and baby doll in a crowded bar, dressed up as a Maid and served my friends... And you're afraid of this?"
"I didn't have to defy gravity doing those things..."
"Daddy, I want to do it again, it was the best birthday present ever!" A preteen girl squeals as she and her Father walk past us.
"Maybe next time we come to Vegas Lori..." Daddy's fading voice floats back to us. Daphne tries to hold the laughter in as I turn beet red with embarrassment.
"Violet, you're turning violet, Violet!" Daphne snickers as she drags me up to the counter. Damn it, I hate being out Wonka'd!
Actually the flying was fun once I got used to the lack of gravity, but I didn't tell Daphne that. We picked the fifteen minute package, and she used twelve of them while I took a three minute flight. We get our souvenir DVD and buy her a t-shirt, before heading over to Treasure Island to catch the free Sirens of TI show. "Chris," Daphne says as we walk back to the car hand in hand. "this is the best vacation I've ever had, it's even better than Disney Land, or Mykonos! Thank you for this... For everything! You are such a great guy, I love everything about you!"
"You're making me turn Violet, Violet," I say blushing again. "Seriously Daphne, I can't imagine where I'd be right now without you in my life, you saved me, and showed me what real love is... I love you, now and forever."
We get a lot of stares, and a few Wolf Whistles, as well as a few unkind comments when we kiss, but fuck them. It's five thirty when we return to the MGM, so she decides to play some Black Jack before we get ready for the Diva's show. We play for thirty minutes and Daphne wins six hundred, and I break even on a last hand double down. In our suite Daphne curls my hair for me and comments, "that bodysuit looks really good on you, I'm surprised more guys aren't hitting on you."
"it's actually very comfortable, with the gaff, and the flared legs would be perfect for my knee length boots." I comment with a blush.
"Oh... My... God... You're becoming a fashionista!" Daphne teases as she finishes up my hair. "I can't wait to eat at Robuchon tonight, I'm so excited!"
"I had a feeling the foodie in you would be pleased, the problem is, there are so many fine restaurants here it was hard to choose one." I reply as I finish up my lipstick. We're binging up when Daphne gets real nervous about something.
"Is something wrong Daph?" I ask in concern.
"Come into the other room and have a seat, I'd like to ask you something." She says, and hurries out of the bedroom. I slide the last Sapphire and Silver dangle earring into my lobe, and step into the sitting area. Daphne is pacing near the sofa nervously, hands clinched together. "Please have a seat," she says as I approach her.
I sit down and cross my legs, feminine style, and look up at her. She stops pacing in front of me, but won't meet my eyes when she says, "Chris, this has been the best weekend of my life, in fact it's almost perfect..."
"Almost?" I ask, wondering what she's unhappy about. "What can I do to make it perfect for you?"
I'm not sure what to expect, but her question certainly isn't it. "I notice you never wear rings, even as Christine... Why not?"
"Rings?" I ask in surprise, "I don't know... I just never thought to buy any I guess."
"I think you should have at least one, don't you?"
"Is that an order Domina?"
Daphne's eyes meet mine, "no, a request." She drops to one knee, and thrusts a gold jewelry box out to me, "Christopher Eric Madsen... Will you marry me?" Daphne stares into my completely shocked face, she's asking ME to marry HER? Is this even allowed?
Daphne opens the box and shows me an exquisite Marquis cut 1.5 carat ring in a platinum band. I take the box, unsure if the ring is for my finger or hers, her lower lip is starting to tremble, and I realize I haven't answered the question.
"Daphne Alize Doukis, I will, and I'll love you with all my heart," I say, voice choked full of emotion. Tears of joy spring into both our eyes, and with shaky hands, Daphne takes the ring out of the box and slips it on my left ring finger. Her eyes are sparkling as we admire the ring on my hand.
"Um, shouldn't you be the one with the diamond ring?" I finally ask.
"I bought myself one just like it," Daphne says with her shy smile. "I kinda put them on your American Express, is that ok?"
"Of course... Did we just reach perfect weekend status?"
"Oh yes, I love you Chris."
"I love you, my beautiful Greek Domina."
"Let's fix our make up, then I have one more surprise for you," Daphne says, and leads me back to the bedroom. After we fix our faces Daphne steps into the closet and returns carrying a long garment bag in one hand, and a shopping bag in the other. She carefully drapes the bag across the bed, and hands me the other before going to the closet to repeat the action.
Inside the bag I find a navy gaff, Get Cheeky Tanga Pantie, Frederick's Exxtreme Cleavage Strapless Bra, garter belt, sheer nude stockings, and a pair of Nina 'Electra' Sandals in New Navy. Daphne lays out similar items for herself, except her shoes are MAXSTUDIO 'Esthera' Sandals in Dark Silver Satin, and she doesn't need a gaff. Once we have our lingerie on, she unzips my bag with a flourish, and holds up a La Femme Fashions Crisscross Back Satin & Chiffon Gown in Navy.
"Oh my!" I exclaim, staring at the dress, "where did that come from? It's lovely!"
"After you told me about the reservation at Robuchon I looked at Christine's wardrobe. Don't get offended, but her clothes are a bit... Too risqué for a three star dining experience. So yesterday I went downstairs and did a little shopping while you napped... I gave them your measurements, and they were able to alter and have it ready this afternoon while we were out."
"Without a fitting? Impressive! Daphne, I owe you an apology... When I bought Christina's wardrobe I just assumed you wanted her to dress... Risqué. I'm so used to being around our Sister's, and Lisa, it didn't even occur to me that you might prefer clothing a bit more on the conservative side... For that I'm deeply sorry."
"Christine, it's ok! I love that you dress sexy for me, we'll add to your wardrobe as we go along, my love." Daphne giggles all of the sudden, and says, "speaking of risqué, I'm afraid you won't be wearing a bra with your dress."
She helps me into my dress, and I feel like Cinderella again, I'm too busy admiring myself in the mirror to notice Daphne's dress. "Help me out here my love," She says, so I turn and freeze in place.
"WOW! Oh my God Daphne, YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY STUNNING!" I finally manage to say, after my heart stops beating a thousand beats per minute. She chose a Adrianna Papell One Shoulder Twist Charmeuse Gown in Amethyst for herself, and she looks spectacular!
"Keep talking!" Daphne says, loving my reaction.
"My Love, even the mighty Aphrodite would be envious of you... Do I really need to share this vision of absolute beauty with the world? Can't I keep you all to myself?"
"Keep talking like that and you might just get lucky tonight!" Daphne says with a blush.
"I'm being quite sincere here Daphne, that dress was made for you! I only wish we had the time to buy you the diamonds it deserves."
"Speaking of..." Daphne says, and holds out her left hand to show me her engagement ring, it's the same style as mine, but her diamond is two carats. I hold mine out and we place them side by side, look at each other, and giggle. We finally grab our clutches, and head to the Monorail station for the five minute ride to the Imperial Palace for the show. We get a lot of admiring looks , smiles, and compliments as we walk through the MGM, and we're enjoying being the center of attention. Daphne grabs her phone as we walk and makes a call.
"Hi Papa... Yes, everything's wonderful, is Mama there? Can you get her, there's something I need to tell you."
Joe Doukis yells out "Mama, Daphne's on the phone... She has news for us!" Joe puts the phone on speaker as Celeste enters the office.
"Hi Baby, how's Chris?" Mama asks, winking at Papa.
"He's great, he's standing right here... Mama, Papa... We're ENGAGED!" Daphne squeals excitedly.
"Congratulations Baby! We're so happy for you two," Mama and Papa both say. "You're not getting married in Vegas, are you?"
"No Mama," I say after I turn my voice off, "Daphne deserves a big wedding... Hold on, I'll send you a picture of the ring." I grab my phone and snap a picture of the ring, then of Daphne in her dress, and text them to Mama's phone.
"PAPA, LOOK AT OUR DAUGHTER! AND THAT RING! YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL BABY!"
"Thanks, guess what? WE'RE HAVING DINNER AT Joël Robuchon tonight... Isn't that incredible!"
"We're envious! You two have fun, we have to get back to work... We love you, and congratulations."
While I have my voice turned off I step to a quiet part of the Monorail platform to call Carrie.
"Hey Bro, glad you called, Sophie is driving me CRAZY!"
"What's wrong?" I ask in alarm.
"She's due on Thursday, and is bloated, and irritable! The littlest things set her off, I'm at my wit's end... God I wish you were here!"
"Will Monday be soon enough?"
"You're coming to Chicago on Monday? Why? Will you be in town long?"
"I'm coming HOME on Monday... I'm done in Frisco."
"DONE? WHAT HAPPENED, YOU DIDN'T GET FIRED, DID YOU?"
"Fired? Me? Fat chance Sis, their bringing me home to oversee ALL the current projects, one might call it a promotion... There's something else... Daphne asked me to marry her, we're engaged, and she's coming with me to Chicago for a week."
"SOPHIE!" Carrie squeals excitedly, and I hear her run through the house, "here, Chris needs to tell you something!"
I hear Sophie fumble with the phone before her grumpy voice says, "hi Chris, what's got Carrie so worked up?"
"Hey Soph, how you feeling?"
"Like a bloated beached Whale with a rave going on in it's belly! What's going on with you?"
"Daphne asked me to marry her about an hour ago... We're engaged, and coming to Chicago on Monday."
"Oh my God!" Sophie squeals, bad mood evaporating in an instant, "are you coming here for good? Will you be here for the birth?"
"Yes, and I'm home for good, Daphne's staying a week, then going back until August."
"That's wonderful! I'm soooo happy I could cry! Have you set a date yet?"
"No... Hey we have to go, our Monorail is here, I'll tell Daphne to call you later, and send you a pick of the rings."
"Monorail? Rings? Where are you guys?"
"Vegas... We'll call you later Soph, we love you guys... Bye."
"If we're sending them pictures of our rings, we may as well send pictures of both of us in our dresses!" Daphne says, smiling evilly.
"I thought you didn't want to tell them anything about our relationship!"
"They already know you dress, and I'm happy about it, so I don't have a problem with sharing this. It's the intimate details I prefer to keep between us, now hold out your hand and take the picture!" The monorail ride is only five minutes, so we wait to take the other pictures until we get to the casino. Daphne takes a full shot of me in my dress, a close up of my ring, and has a woman snap a photo of both of us with my phone. I send them to both Carrie and Sophie, and head for the show. We're by far the best dressed women at the show, and when it's time for Frank Marino's Joan Rivers routine, he tries to get Daphne to go up on stage to do an "interview". She declines shyly, and urges me to go up in her place. I have a seat next to "Joan" and she starts her "red carpet interview".
"Hello ?"
"Christine."
"Christine, welcome to the Joan Rivers show... My you look lovely in your dress, special occasion?"
"Why yes Joan," I say with a smile, "my beautiful Fiancée asked me to marry her an hour ago."
"Is that her in that stunning Amethyst dress?"
"It sure is, isn't she beautiful?"
"Absolutely gorgeous Honey, congratulations to both of you... So tell me, which of you is the "man" of the family?" Joan says with a wink.
I smile back, reach up, turn my modulator off and say in my normal voice, "that would be me Joan... I'm the man, but she wears the pants."
Joan's eyes go wide, and she stares at me as the audience erupts in cheers and wild applause. "That's amazing!" Joan says, "how do you do that?"
I reach up and turn my device back on and reply in perky girl voice, "just something I'd come up with," I turn it off again and continue, "pretty believable, wouldn't you say?"
"Darling, you need to quit your job and come work for me! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE AMAZING CHRISTINE, LET'S HAVE A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE!" Joan hugs me, leads me in a bow so deep, my tits almost fall out, and hands me off to Brittany Spears to escort me off stage.
The audience around us is buzzing with compliments, and hi fives as I return to my seat. Daphne is glowing with happiness and pride at my performance, and squeezes my hand tightly through the remainder of the show. While Joan is wrapping up the show, "Beyonce" walks up to us and says softly, "Frank would like to buy you a drink after the show, please follow me." I look at Daphne and she shrugs, so we follow the beautiful black impersonator back stage, where "Cher", "Madonna", and "Lady Gaga" all congratulate me on my performance. We enter Frank's dressing room, and have a seat while Joan wraps up the show. Looking around, there are pictures of Frank and Joan posed with A list celebrities everywhere. Frank enters the room and shakes hand with us, then pours us a glass of cheap Champagne. "You really knocked em dead out there, Kid, that was probably the best show this year... I still can't believe you're a guy," he says, eyeing my breasts closely.
I turn off my fem voice before replying, "thanks, the technology is pretty damn realistic these days."
"Yeah, but that thing you do with your voice! I've never seen anything like it... How do you do it?"
"He invented it on Monday," Daphne says proudly.
"Mind if I have a look?" I remove the choker, and Frank examines it closely. "Very nice, you can barely see the wiring... You should patent this and sell it to cross dressers, you'd make a million Kid."
"I filed the paperwork yesterday," Daphne says beaming proudly. Frank presses the choker up to his neck, and I show him the switch.
"Welcome to Divas!" He says in the perky voice, then hands it back with a shake of his head. "It took me and the guys YEARS to train our voices, and you figured it out in a week!"
"But you guys have talent, I cheated and used technology."
"Don't sell yourself short Chris, if it wasn't for make up and prosthetic technology, we'd all be dealing Black Jack... If you ever need a job, or want to change careers, give me a call... I'm serious, I'll hire you in a heart beat, you were a natural on stage... Most people freeze up because they're scared, but you looked relaxed, and fed the audience some damn good lines."
"Wow, thanks... I'll keep that in mind if my job doesn't work out."
"It was a pleasure to meet you both, congratulations on the engagement, the rings were a nice touch." Frank shakes our hands again, and walks us to the door. I take a moment to don the choker, and we take our time strolling back to the Monorail. We get back to the MGM and Daphne calls Shay to tell her the news, as we have time before our dinner reservation.
"Where ya at?" Daphne asks Shayla.
"Buckshot with Josh, Perry and Stacie... Having fun in Vegas?"
"Ah, you could say that... I asked Chris to marry me."
"WHAT?"
"Chris and I are engaged! I bought him a ring and everything!"
"YOU DID WHAT?"
"I bought us matching engagement rings, well almost matching... Wanna see?"
"Fuck YA! Guys, our little Daffy is getting married!"
Daphne uses my phone to text Josh's phone the pictures, "Shay, we took a erotic dancing class... It was so much fun! And we just saw a fantastic female impersonator show... They pulled Chris on stage, and he brought the house down!"
"YOU? DANCING? YOU HATE DANCING!" Stacie yells from the background.
"Why did they bring Chris onstage?" Shay asks, then says, "oh, wow, you two look incredible! AND THOSE RINGS! THEY'RE GORGEOUS!"
"Aren't they? The Joan Rivers guy wanted to interview me on stage because of our fancy dresses, but I made Chris do it! He was sooo good up there, and the audience went bananas when he turned his modulator off to answer a question... It was so funny!"
"You sound like you're having a blast," Perry says.
"We are Perry we went go karting, and indoor sky diving, and they were both so cool! The carts were electric, and went FIFTY MILES AN HOUR!"
"Ok Daffy, you're making us jealous here! I'm gonna let you go before I catch the redeye and join you, we love you guys, and will talk to you later."
"She mad at us?" I ask Daphne, after Shay hangs up.
"It did sound like I was bragging a bit, didn't it?"
"Just a bit, but they'll get over it... I hope."
"Now I feel bad... We're having so much fun, and they're probably struggling to come up with enough money for a night at the bar!"
"I'm sorry Sweetheart, but I'm sure they'll be ok once they find career jobs... Didn't Perry say he was going to be the IT guy for his Dad's law firm?"
"Yeah, but what about Shay, and Josh? Not to mention poor Stu... He can't make a living off delivering flowers for his Aunt!"
"What did they get their degree's in?"
"Shay has an art degree, she's hoping to get a job in a museum or art gallery. Josh is a graphic artist, and Stu has a degree in History... Stacie is into theater and drama, and Tara hopes to become a CPA."
"Wow, could they have chosen any more useless degrees? Except Tara, if she can find..."
"CHRIS! THOSE ARE MY FRIENDS!"
"What?" I ask perplexed, "Art, Theater, and History degrees? They HAD to know there aren't many jobs in those fields!"
"JESUS CHRIST! NOT EVERYONE PICKS THE PERFECT DEGREE LIKE YOU, MR ROCK STAR!"
"Daph, please keep your voice down, you're drawing unwanted attention."
Daphne's eyes blaze with anger, and I can tell she wants to continue her loud tone... Until the muscle bound guy in the suit and Secret Service ear piece steps in our direction. Daphne smiles warmly at him, so he stops, but continues to watch us from fifteen feet away. "As I was saying," Daphne hisses through her smile, "you knew you wanted to be an engineer, just like I knew I wanted a degree in business so I could open my diner! But not everyone has clear cut goals like we did! Don't be hateful just because my friends aren't as successful as you!"
"Hateful? I'm not being hateful my love, it's not my fault they can't afford a nice trip to Vegas... I worked damn hard to be able to afford this trip!"
"Yeah, and having a rich Grandfather doesn't hurt either! Face it Chris, you had it easy compared to Shay, or Maya!"
"Oh, now I SHOULD FEEL GUILTY BECAUSE MY GRANDFATHER WAS A SUCCESSFUL BUSINESSMAN?"
"Excuse me Ladies, is there a problem here?" Muscle guy asks, interrupting my rant.
"No Sir," I answer, unable to look him in the eye. "It's just a minor disagreement that's all, it's time for our dinner reservation anyway."
"Very well, enjoy your dinner Ladies."
Daphne and I walk in silence to Robuechon, and muscle guy follows us discreetly, or at least he thinks he's discreet anyway. After we're seated I say, "Sweetheart, I don't want to fight, I'm sorry I insulted OUR friends... Can we please not fight anymore?"
"Forget about it, I have nothing more to say about it!" Daphne says bruskly.
I sigh heavily and flip off my modulator, I dig my phone out of my purse and make a call. I watch Daphne turn her head toward me as I dial one of the few guys from school I kept in touch with. "Hey Scot, how you doing? Is this a bad time? Cool, she's doing great, they live in Chicago now, and are expecting a baby girl next week... Thanks, I'll tell her... I'm doing fantastic, I just got engaged a few hours ago... Yeah, she's a gorgeous Greek girl from Frisco... Thanks, hey the reason I'm calling, I have a friend who's a hell of an artist... Yeah, he just graduated from Berzerkley... Nah, he's not a activist freak... Yeah, he's looking for a job, and I was wondering if you could take a look at his portfolio... Cmon Bro, you owe me one... Yeah, I'll throw in 49ers tickets... As close to the fifty as possible? No problem... Thanks Scot, I'll tell him to drop it off next week... Thanks again Bro, I appreciate it."
Daphne looks at me quizzically, but I hold up my hand to cut off the question forming on her tongue, and dial another number. "Hey Papa, it's Chris again, I just wanted to apologize for not asking your permission for your daughter's hand... Thank you Papa, I have a question for you, does Mama still serve on the board of the Museum of Modern Art? Well Daphne's friend Shayla needs a job and apparently Berkely didn't teach your daughter how to network... Yeah we'd appreciate it if Mama could put in a good word for her... I don't know Papa, you'll have to ask her... Thanks Papa, you want to talk to her? Ok I'll have her call you tomorrow... Love you too, goodnight."
The Sommilier stops by before Daphne can ask the questions I know she's dying to ask. Since she's a hell of a lot more knowledgeable about these things, I let her select the wine. "I do not appreciate you ignoring me Christopher!" She hisses after the Stewart leaves.
I flip on my voice before replying, "I wasn't ignoring you Domina, I was arranging job interviews for Josh and Shay!"
"What? How? What do Mama or Papa have to do with this?"
"I have a friend who works for Industrial Light and Magic, and he's agreed to look at Josh's portfolio next week... He DOES have a portfolio, doesn't he?"
"YOU HAVE A FRIEND AT ILM? THAT'S JOSH'S DREAM JOB!"
"Then I hope he's good at what he does, because Scot can get him in if he's got the skills... I can't believe you didn't think to ask Mama about Shay! She's on the board of the art museum!"
"I didn't think about that... I thought Shay would hate me interfereing in her life!" Daphne mumbles in embarrassment.
"Jeez Daph! It's called networking! That's how business is done!"
"Don't be hateful! You know how I feel about spoiling my friends!"
"Ok Domina, I'll call Scot back and tell him to forget it, same with Mama."
"No! You already set the ball in motion, just leave things be! I'll call Shay and Josh and tell them tomorrow... Thank you, I'm sure they'll appreciate it."
I'm tempted to continue the argument, but the sincerity of her thank you causes me to bite my tongue, and let it go. Once again Daphne recommends the tasting menu, and watching her savor every bite is almost better than sex. I'm far less than impressed by the food, I find it to be too rich, and too strange for my tastes. I'd rather have eaten at Diego, personally.
Daphne has her Daffy smile on her face as we take the elevator up to our suite. She's humming and swaying to music only she can hear, and I don't think I've ever seen a person so content and happy in my entire life. "Do you really think you could get Josh in at ILM?" She asks as we get off the elevator.
"Scot can, if Josh is good enough... You might want to tell him to trim his beard, and hair though, he's kinda sloppy looking."
"There ya go insulting my friends again... You're just determined to ruin this perfect evening aren't you?"
"Since when is the truth is considered an insult? Jesus Christ, would YOU go into an interview looking less than your best?"
"I'm not Josh! And I don't judge people by their looks either, it's wrong!"
"Oh get off your politically correct high horse! You're telling me that when it comes to staffing your Diner, you'd hire the kid with "I'm a dipshit" tattooed on his forehead over the clean cut kid wearing a suit?"
"Front of the house, or back?"
"The fact you just asked that question proves my point! We're not talking about friendship here, we're talking about appearances. The "Dipshit" kid might be the best kid in the world, but you wouldn't want him to be the first thing a customer sees when they walk into your diner."
"Ok you made your point!" Daphne says in irritation, she heads right to the bedroom and slams the door, locking me out. I stare at the bedroom door, baffled by her behavior, and mutter "fuck me!"
I kick my heels off and take my dress off, wondering what her problem is. I use the guest bath to try and clean my make up off as best as I can, and curl up on the sofa, cover myself with the dress, and let exhaustion lull me into sleep.
Sunlight is streaming through the curtains when I wake up stiff, with a crick in my neck. I stand up and try to stretch the kinks out when I notice the bedroom door standing wide open. "DAPH?" I call out... No answer. I step into the bedroom, feeling ridiculous in my panties, gaff and stockings, and check the bathroom to see if she's in the shower... Empty. Panic starts to take hold and I rush to the closet, ruining my stocking in the process. Her luggage is still here, so she hasn't left me, thank God! Calmer now, I search the suite and find her note on the dining room table.
"I need to work off some of this anger, I'll be in the gym, then getting a massage... You're free to do whatever you want, but be back in the suite by two thirty, I've made plans." No Love Daphne, no ILU, not even an XOXO.
Pissed off myself now, I strip out of my clothes, and take a hot shower to try and relieve the kinks, but it doesn't help, I'm too angry and tense for hot water alone. I decide a nice hard swim is what I need, now shall I swim as Chris, or Christine? Since I promised her a whole weekend of Christine, I sigh and put on my 3-Row Swarovski Crystal Choker Necklace, my Hooker hoop earrings, a clean gaff, and the Hello Kitty Yellow Kitty Feaver Bikini and Red Fringe Cat Cover Up and Pleaser baby pink sandals. I empty my clutch of everything but my San Francisco ID, some cash for lunch and sunblock, and lipgloss, throw my hair in a ponytail, and jot a note below Daphne's.
"I don't understand why you're pissed at me, you got mad because your friends are jealous we can afford this trip, and then you got madder when I made the calls to try and help them find gainful employment so they could afford a vacation of their own... Please explain to me what I did to piss you off? This is the second time now you've gotten pissed because I've helped your friends, and I'm at the point where I want nothing to do with them if it's going to interfere with our relationship! I Love You, and I'll be back by two thirty.
Having second thoughts, I grab a much larger purse, roll up my Bia Brazil Bala Bodysuit and place it inside with my wallet, iPhone, eyeliner, mascara, a brush, and lipstick. I hang up my dress, then head down to the pool, it's barely eight o'clock. Feeling rather agitated I grab a cup of coffee from Starbucks, and stop in the gift shop for a ball cap, beach towel, sunglasses, sun screen, and for some stupid reason I buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I grab a Chaise poolside, and light up a cigarette to go with my coffee, I take my time enjoying the buzz I get from the smoke, and my coffee before removing my jewelry, sandals, and cover up. I stretch out a bit, and start swimming laps, making sure to give the kids in the pool a wide berth. I quickly realize that bikini's may look great, but their not the best choice for swimming laps. At this point I could go in and buy a one piece, or just tie my top securely, and swim slower laps. I choose the latter, and it takes me forty minutes to swim a mile... I usually do it in twenty five. Feeling loose, but fatigued, I float there for a while, absorbing the rising sun. After ten minutes of floating, I climb out, towel off, replace my jewelry, and spread my sunscreen. I smoke a second cigarette before laying back on the Chaise for more rays. I lay on my back for a half hour, and a young guy walks over and grabs the Chaise next to me.
"Hello, Kitty! How ya doin?" He asks, looking over the rim of his sun glasses.
"Bored, how bout you?" I reply, not bothering to look at him.
"How could you be bored? This is Vegas Baby! My name is Vinnie." He sticks his hand out, so I shake it daintily, as if protecting my nails.
"Christine, a real pleasure."
"So you here alone?" I hold up my left hand and flick my ring with my thumbnail, causing the diamond to sparkle.
"Hey, nice rock! Why ain't he here with you? It ain't right leaving a Hottie like you all alone." Now I tilt my sun glasses down to look over at him, he's average... Average looks, average body, I glance down at his crotch... Average package.
"What makes you think it's a he, Vinnie?" I say in a bored tone. He's at a loss for words at my comment, before finally saying, "Naw, your kidding me, right?"
"Tell you what Vinnie, if you oil up my back, I'll prove to you I'm a dyke." I hold out my sunscreen, and roll over, untying the lower strap of my top. Vinnie spreads my sunscreen on liberally, copping a cheap feel as he does my legs. When he's done, I reach into my bag, grab my phone, and show him the pictures we took last night.
"Damn, she's hot too! How does this prove your a Lez though?"
"Matching diamond engagement rings? Cmon Vinnie, your a smart looking fella, do you honestly think any woman would want the same diamond ring as her friend? Haven't you ever seen two women at a party wearing the same dress? It's an ugly scene... Now add a diamond into the mix, and it gets one hundred times uglier!"
"Ok, I get it," he says handing me my phone back. "Nice to meet ya Christine, good luck with the wedding."
"Thank you Vinnie, good luck with your hunt." I snicker to myself as he prowls off, looking for other prey. I lay on my stomach until I start to feel the burn through the sun block, and roll over, and sit up in a reclined position for another cigarette. I fasten my bikini top, remove my choker, and take one last dip in the pool to wash the smell of smoke off me. I rinse off in a poolside shower, towel off, and lay out long enough for my suit to dry, before grabbing my things and heading inside. I change into my bodysuit in the nearest Ladies room, and brush my hair before putting it back into a pony tail. I apply my make up, put my pink ball cap on, and stroll over to Diego for an early lunch because I'm starving. Crap, Diego doesn't open until four today! I end up with a corned beef sandwich from the Stage Deli, washed down with a coke, and head toward's the poker room. My phone rings, and I see it's my sister, I find a quiet seat and flip off my modulator before answering.
"What's up?" I ask Carrie.
"You were supposed to call me back last night, remember?"
"Sorry, things went to shit last night, and I fell asleep at eleven."
"Oh Chris... What happened?"
"I honestly don't know! We went to the Divas drag show, and had a blast, but when we returned to the MGM for our dinner reservation, Daphne called her friends. She told them all the fun things we were doing, and about the engagement, and the next thing I know, Shay says she's jealous and hangs up."
"Oookay?"
"So Daphne gets all upset because she sounded like she was bragging, and the next thing I know, we're fighting because I told her that if her friends wanted to be able to afford trips to Vegas, they should have picked useful degrees, not Art, History, or whatever."
"Hold on, your losing me here, she called her friends, and told them about the engagement, and all the fun you two are having, right?"
"Yeah, and Shay said something about being jealous, and letting us go. So Daph asked me if it sounded like she was bragging, and I said maybe a little, but they'll get over it. So she says she feels bad because they probably had to scrounge for enough money for a couple of pitchers of beer, and we're having a blast... So I apologize and tell her they'll be able to afford a trip like this once they start their careers."
"Why should you apologize? You worked your ass off to get where you are!" Carrie says indignantly.
"I know! But anyway, So I ask her what degrees her friends got, and get this, she tells me Art, History, and Theater!"
"Wow, talk about useless! Would you like fries with your art degree?" Carrie mocks.
"EXACTLY! And I told her so, and she goes ballistic! Saying not everyone could be as smart and successful as me, or have a rich Grandfather like I did paying my way... That really pissed me off."
"So what did you do?"
"Security stepped in and asked if we had a problem, we had to assure him we didn't, and went into the restaurant where we had reservations. While she ordered the wine, I made a call to my buddy Scot... He says congratulations, and wants to send a gift by the way."
"Oh cool, next time you talk tell him we said hi... Um why did you call him during your dinner date?"
"He works for ILM, and one of Daphne's friends is a graphic artist, so I asked Scot to look at his work. Then I called Papa, and asked him if Mama was still on the board at the art museum, and see if she could maybe talk to someone on Shay's behalf."
"I bet that cheered her up, I can't believe she didn't think of that herself."
"Cheer her? She went fucking Apeshit because I teased her about not learning networking... She told me to stop interfering in her friends lives... Sis, she was so pissed she was ready to walk out of a three Michelin star restaurant before they even opened the wine!"
"Are you fucking serious? She got pissy because you tried to help her friends? That's stupid!"
"I know! This is the second time she's done that... Sis, she locked me out of the bedroom in the suite, I slept under my dress on the sofa! And she was gone when I woke up, Daphne left me a note saying she needed to work out to get rid of her anger, and then get a massage I haven't seen her yet today."
"I'm so sorry Bro, you so don't deserve that treatment! Want me to ask Sophie to talk to her?"
"God no! Sorry, but that'll only piss her off more, she doesn't want me talking to you about our relationship."
"That's fucking bullshit!" Carrie hisses, "fuck her if she thinks she's gonna keep you from talking to me!"
"I think she meant about our BDSM activities Sis, it was her idea to send you those pictures last night after all."
"Actually that's why I was calling you, we just wanted to say how beautiful you both looked, and that your rings are gorgeous... Um Chris, are you starting to get into cross dressing?"
"I think I am, now that I'm not being forced into it, why do you ask?"
"Because you looked so happy and comfortable in your dress... We think it's totally cool, and we don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable around us, ok?"
"Thanks Sis, I don't know what I would do without you... And Sophie, I love you both very much."
"We love you too... I think it's time for you to go make amends with your Fiancé, we'll see you tomorrow."
Since it's only eleven I decide to play some Poker instead of hunting Daphne down. I'm really not in the mood for another confrontation, and have a strong feeling that's exactly what I'll get. I use the lavatory, reapply my lipstick, and find a $10/20 no limit table. I draw $2000 in chips off the account I'd set up when I checked in, and join a table with seven other players.After a couple of hours I'm up about $5200, and have just lit my third cigarette when Daphne plucks it from between my fingers and stubs it out. She leans over and whispers, "cash in and join me upstairs."
I fold the hand, excuse myself and cash in my chips before heading for the lashing I'm about to receive. When I enter the suite Daphne raises a brow at me, before calmly saying, "go shower and brush your teeth, I'll order us some lunch."
Without a word I do as she says, as I enter the bedroom I see she's laid out my Techno Tube Dress with Sequins, Exxtreme cleavage strapless bra, black lace Cheekies, and Navy Sandals... No gaff? I take my shower, washing my hair twice, before brushing my teeth, and rinsing with mouthwash.
'Make up, or no make up?' I think as I dress. I decide to stick with the liner, mascara, and lipliner/lipstick combo. "DAPH," I call out.
"Yes Chris?"
"Gaff? Or just panties?"
"Just the panties... You almost done? We need to talk."
"Be there in a minute."
I step out into the main suite and find Daphne sitting at the table with our lunch. She looks calm but I can see her shoulders are tense. Who knows what she's thinking? I join her, mentally bracing for a tongue lashing, but she just glances at my left ring finger, and I see the tension flow out of her posture when she sees my ring.
"Chris, I want to apologize for my behavior last night, I overreacted to the situation, and I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted, but we still have a problem here."
"Oh, we have more than one, Christopher... Which are you referring to?"
"The one where you want me to be friends with your friends, but you fly off the handle when I try to be."
"You're not being a friend... You're BUYING friends! That's the way I see it... I've never had to loan money, or offer jobs to people to get them to like me!"
"IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK I'M DOING? JESUS CHRIST, IF THAT WERE TRUE, I'D WALK AROUND DOWNSTAIRS HANDING OUT HUNDRED DOLLAR CHIPS TO ALL THE CUTE GIRLS!"
"Stop yelling at me!"
"Fine! I'll stop yelling... And I'll stop "buying" your friends! From now on, I want NOTHING to do with them... And I never want to hear another word about ANY of them, they're YOUR FRIENDS, YOU DEAL WITH THEM ON YOUR OWN!"
"I asked you, now I'm ordering you to STOP YELLING AT ME!"
"You may want to reconsider moving in with me, because my friends and I help each other out all the damn time... I wouldn't want to offend your misguided ideal of friendship!"
"Why are you so hateful? What have I done to deserve you speaking to me like that?"
"You mean other than locking me out of the bedroom, or leaving this morning without saying goodbye, or even I love you? Or it might be your accusation that I need to buy my friends... Damn it Daphne, I love you! I don't wanna fight, ever! I honestly thought I could make you happy by helping your friends!"
"I already apologized for last night!" Daphne hisses between clinched teeth, "must you keep bringing it up?"
"Now that I know how you feel about friendship, I'll never bring it up again."
"Apparently I'm wrong about friendship, and need you to show me the error of my ways, is that what you're saying?"
I remain silent, refusing to be baited... I've played this game too many times before. "Well? Answer the question!" Daphne demands when I keep my mouth shut. I sit there and glare at her, but my lips remain pressed tightly together.
"Fine, be a baby about it! I'll just take your silence as an affirmation!" I clench my teeth, causing the muscle in my jaw to throb, but continue to remain quiet. "Why won't you talk to me?" Daphne finally says with tears in her eyes, "we're supposed to be able to communicate!"
"Daphne, what do you want me to say? It seems like everything I say is the wrong thing! I'm sorry if you think my opinion is offensive to you, but from my point of view, I'm just being honest."
"Must you use such hateful language?"
"Hateful language? How the hell can you even think "You might want to tell him to trim his beard, and hair though, he's kinda sloppy looking," hateful language?"
"You called my friends stupid, then you called Josh a slob, I'd call that fucking hateful!"
"I never called your friends stupid, or Josh a slob! That's your politically correct education interpreting my words into ugliness, I told the truth as I see it, and if you insist on projecting your feelings onto my words, this relationship has no chance."
"Just so "my politically correct education" is interpreting you correctly, you're telling me you want to break up with me?"
"No, I'm telling you I say what I mean, there is no reason to read anything into my words other than the the words I say!"
"And didn't you just say without communication we had no chance?"
"Yes I did... But that's not all I said, is it?"
"No, you also said my education was projecting definitions onto your words!"
"Aren't you? Again I ask, what do you want from me?"
"I want you to think about how much your words might hurt others!"
"So you want me to sugar coat the truth to make it more palatable for your delicate sensibilities, isn't that what you really mean?"
"OOHHH YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE!"
"No, I am honest, and blunt, and you can take what I say at face value... I have zero use for that political correctness shit they teach at Berkley!"
"You want blunt honesty? Alright, I'll give you blunt... Get your ass in the bedroom and take your ass padding off, I have a professional Dominatrix coming in ten minutes to teach me how to spank your rude ass!"
"WHAT?"
"You heard me Bitch! Now OBEY!"
"This is a bad idea, you shouldn't be doing this because your angry!"
"OBEY!"
Cursing under my breath, I do as she commands, and remove my ass pads. I debate defying her, and arguing with her about my limits, but a beating is not a spanking. I struggle with the padding because they've been glued on for a couple of days now, but I'll be damned if I'll ask her for her help at this point. I step back out of the bedroom with my now flat ass, and I'm surprised by how much I miss my butt. In a resigned tone I say, "is there anything else you require Domina?"
"Answer the door when the Mistress knocks, answer any questions she asks you, and obey her as you would obey me... Do not make me look bad Bitch!"
"Never Domina."
Daphne goes into the bedroom to change, and I debate having a beer or three, but drinking and BDSM don't mix, so I settle for water. Damn I want a smoke, and hate myself for my weakness, so I drink my water and fume in silence. There's a knock on the suite door and I open it to see a slim haughty looking brunette standing there with a large travel bag at her side. She's about 5'9" in her stiletto's and wearing a knee length skirt, and yellow silk blouse. She looks at me startled, eyeing my face then cleavage and says, "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong room."
"Are you looking for Daphne?" I ask, surprised myself by her reaction.
"Are you Chris?"
"Yes Mistress, please come in, may I get your bag?"
"Yes, thank you," she says, smiling warmly. She breezes by me, looking around the suite. I step into the hall and grab her case, then follow her into the room.
"May I get you something to drink?" I ask, leaving her bag next to the sofa.
"This is a nice suite, no thank you Chris, I'm fine."
"Please make yourself comfortable, I'll let Domina know you're here."
"Before you go, may I ask you a question?"
"Yes Mistress?"
"I've seen the breast forms before, Madco's right?"
"Yes Mistress, I also have the rear padding too, but Domina told me to remove them for our session."
"How did you train your voice? It's very feminine."
"Thank you," I reach up and throw the switch, "it's actually a voice modulator I've constructed."
Madeline raises a brow and smiles, "very nice, I know some gurls who would love something like that."
"They'll be for sale pretty soon, we're working on a web site now."
"Please let me know and I'll pass the word."
"Thank you." I walk over to the bedroom door and knock softly, "Domina, our guest has arrived."
"Thank you, I'll be right out, make sure my guest is comfortable."
Mistress Madeline is looking out the large window overlooking the strip when I approach her, "pardon me Mistress, Domina apologizes for the delay, she'll join us in a moment.
"Thank you... Before we start, we have to take care of my... Compensation, will you be paying, or your Domina?"
"May I ask you your fee?"
"Daphne and I agreed on five hundred dollars."
"Very well, please excuse me, my wallet is in the bedroom." I head back to the bedroom, knock and enter.
"Didn't I tell you to remain with my guest?" Daphne asks peevishly, as she puts the finishing touches on her lipstick.
"My apologies Domina, she requires payment up front."
"Very well, we agreed on five hundred, do you have that much cash?"
"Yes Domina."
"Fine, go ahead and pay her."
"I think this is a mistake Domina, paying to play seems ridiculous in my opinion."
"Would you rather have your sister Carrie show me how to spank you correctly?"
"Excuse me? My Sister?"
"Oh yeah, I hear spanking and flogging are her kink, you didn't know?"
"No Domina, I didn't WANT TO, either."
"Oops, I guess that cat's out of the bag now... Go pay the Mistress, I'll be right behind you."
I return to Mistress Madeline and without a word or ceremony hand her the cash. True to her word, Daphne walks up behind me with a smile and a warm hello for Madeline. She's wearing her white leather skirt, wrap front stretch silk top in aqua, and her Ferragamo's. Madeline opens her case and grabs a bundle of silk bondage rope, purple in color, and turns to us. She raises a brow at Daphne, who nods her permission, and in a firm tone says, "remove your clothes."
I slip out of my tube dress, bra and panties, and kick my shoes off. I lower my head, and cross my arms behind my back in a submissive posture. She demonstrates a variety of different ways of immobilizing me with her rope, and I honestly feel she's just going through the motions for her pay. Madeline exhibits no passion for the bondage whatsoever, and shares no chemistry with me, it clearly shows in our interaction. I can tell Daphne is getting frustrated, I believe she assumed Madeline would make the session fun, and erotic, but it's anything but. After forty five minutes, Daphne says, "thank you Mistress, but I think I've learned everything you can teach me."
"But I haven't started the spanking lesson yet." Madeline says half heartedly, knowing the scene is a bust."
"I think we'll save that lesson for another day, thank you for your time."
"There is no refund, I get paid for the time you booked."
"I haven't asked for one, have I? Please pack your things and go." Once Madeline leaves Daphne examines me for rope burns, thankfully there aren't any, because Madeline didn't care enough to tie me tight enough to begin with. "Chris... I'm sorry, I thought this would be fun for both of us... You were right, it was a mistake."
"Look on the bright side Domina, neither of us got injured, and it was a cheap price to pay."
"Be that as it may, I'm not finished with you, follow me into the bedroom, it's time for your much deserved spanking."
"My much deserved spanking? What did I do to deserve a spanking?" I ask her, following her into the bedroom.
"There you go again questioning your Dominant! You deserve a spanking for even questioning my judgement... Wait right there Bitch!" She steps into the closet and retrieves her toy bag. Daphne sets the bag on the bed, pulls my collar and cuffs out, and secures my wrists behind my back. Daphne stands up, strips, then locks my collar around my neck, gags me with a whiffle ball gag, and snaps a short pink leash onto the D ring. She sits on the bed and drags me across her lap, and reaches into her bag for her paddle. Daphne shifts her legs, allowing my cock to slip between her thighs, and snaps the leash around the leg of the bed to hold me in place. She places the paddle across my ass, and uses her left hand to squeeze my balls from between her thighs then mine.
"Mrrrrph," I moan at the pressure, so Daphne squeezes a bit harder, just to hear me moan again.
She picks up the paddle and I sense her sizing up my ass with the paddle as she says, "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, you questioned my judgement, insulted my friends, and raised your voice at me... I cannot let that slide," her paddle comes down across my left cheek hard enough to sting.
"Mmmph hmm hmm hmm," I moan, tears forming in my eyes, Daphne swats each cheek a combination of sixteen times.
"You've been a very naughty girl, and I don't know what to do with you," Daphne continues between more spankings. She sets her paddle aside and takes my balls in her left hand again. "But despite all of your disrespect, I still love you, and will correct your bad behavior over time... "But do you know what really pissed me off Christine?" Daphne's applying steady pressure to my balls as she asks her question.
"Nmph muuuuurrrrhhggggg!" I groan from deep in my chest as my testicles are pressed together.
"I come down into the Casino to apologize and what did I find?" Daphne squeezes even harder as she relives the memory. "I find my beautiful baby SMOKING! Now I know Mistress Shayla told you how I felt about smoking, but perhaps I should have told you directly... But since I never saw you with one of those foul things, I didn't think I had to!"
I am panting heavily now, sweating profusely, and turning red from the pain as she continues to crush my manhood.
My back arches, and my feet start to kick as I let out a strangled scream. When I almost roll off her lap to my left she let's go and grabs my cuffed wrists. "Now now Christine, stop throwing a hissy fit, it's time I make myself perfectly clear to you." Daphne picks up her pink paddle with the heart cut outs, "I," smack, "better," Smack, "Not," SMack, "EVEr," SMAck, "SEE," SMACk, "YOU," SMACK, "SMOKING," SMACK, "AGAIN!" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! My ass is flaming, and Daphne laughs as the little white hearts appear all over my ass.
She finally unlocks my wrists, unhooks my leash, and allows me to curl up in a fetal position on the floor. My hands cup my groin as I cry silently, Daphne walks out to the bar and makes up an ice pack, before joining me on the floor, taking me in her arms, as I hold ice on my swollen testicles. "Shh, it's ok Baby, no more punishment, I love you so much, but I'm very disappointed in you." She unbuckles the gag, and eases it out of my mouth, "just try to relax, I've got you, my Love."
She coos in my ear as she strokes my hair, soothing me. I lay there as long as I can stand the ice, before I take her hand and kiss her palm. "I'm so sorry Domina, I don't mean to be bad, please forgive me."
"I'm trying Christine, but I don't understand why you started smoking today... Do you have a smoking fetish? I understand a lot of cross dressers do..."
"No Domina, it's not a fetish, I find myself smoking when I'm under a certain type of stress."
"You'll need to explain that to me... Do you smoke on the job?"
"No, it's only when my relationship hits a bump, or I have a fight with my owner."
"Ok, that's easy enough to fix... Just do as I tell you and you'll never feel the stress that drives you to smoke... You should see your ass, it's covered in hearts, it's so cute!" Daphne stands and goes for her phone, she returns and leans over to take pictures. "Roll over on your stomach, I want to see both cheeks."
I roll over onto the ice pack and groan as she snaps her pictures. All in all I have ice on my balls for a little over twenty minutes. When I'm finally able to stand, Daphne hands me two Advil and a bottle of water. "Go clean up, fix your make up, and put your ass back on while I pick something for us to do this evening," Daphne says with a slap to my red ass.
I shower, fix my make up, and replace my ass. Gaffs and painful balls go together like oil and water, but I grit my teeth and work through the pain. I step out into the sitting area where Daphne is watching the things to do in Vegas channel. When she sees my ass she laughs in delight, apparently my ass pads mimic my skin so well, my bruises and hearts show up on my new cheeks.
"See anything you like?" I ask, nodding at the screen.
"Too much, is there anything you'd like to do tonight?"
"We can go back to Excalibur and check out the Tournament of Kings, or check out one of the comedy shows."
"I didn't think you wanted to go see the joust! I was under the impression you'd rather go see dancers, or a club."
"Huh? I hate clubbing! I prefer live classic rock or metal shows."
"YOU chose the exotic dancing class, remember?"
"Yeah, because I thought you would enjoy it."
"I did, but I normally hate dancing, always have."
"Oh! Well in that case, shall we attend the joust M'Lady?" I ask her with an exaggerated bow, and wavy sweep of my arm.
"I'd love to Christine, see if it's not too late to get tickets."
I book us for the eight thirty show, and since we have about four hours to kill, Daphne decides we should work on our tans poolside. "I love that bikini on you," Daphne says with a kiss, "I adore Hello Kitty."
"How come my clothes are so much more revealing than yours?" I ask her.
"Because you're sluttier than I am Darling," Daphne says with a twinkle, "besides, you have a killer body."
"So do you!" I reply, amused by her reply.
"Thank you, but I'm much more body conscious than you... Besides, you picked out most of your clothes, remember?"
"You are very cute when you get all shy, Domina." Daphne actually blushes at that. We head down to the pool and enjoy a couple of frozen Margarita's as we soak up the late afternoon rays. We head upstairs to dress for dinner, Daphne goes crazy with her curling iron, and by the time she's done, my hair's almost as curly as her own.
I decide to go for semi sexy for my last night in Vegas, so I choose my Frederick's Exxtreme Cleavage Strapless Bra, lace Cheekies, Hottie Hook & Eye Strapless Dress that has a Red top and Black Skirt, and my Sam Edelman 'Marina' Pumps in Ruby Red Suede. I bling up with my Sterling Silver Beveled Herringbone Chain Choker, Two pair of Hooker hoops, my engagement ring, and 6 Sterling Bangles on each wrist. Daphne dresses in her Belted Metallic Plaid Bustier Dress, and her MAXSTUDIO 'Esthera' Sandals in Dark Silver Satin. Her bling is all gold, with her key hanging between her beautiful breasts.
We grab our clutches, and walk over to Excalibur for the show. I managed to get us an arena side table, and we're seated in a box with two twenty something guys who graciously let us sit at the front counter. We order our Ale's and wait for the pageantry to begin, Daphne is all smiles, but not the Daffy one... Yet.
I hear the two guys behind us talking softly, "Dude, talk to them!" The skinny one with the glasses says, to his friend.
"No way Bro, look at them, they're way outta our league, they wouldn't be interested in us!"
I lean in close to Daphne and whisper, "do you hear these guys? They think we're too hot to talk to them... They remind me of our friends in Frisco."
"I was thinking the same thing, let's show them we aren't stuck up Hotties, ok?" In answer I turn to my right and smile at the guy sitting behind Daphne.
"Hi," I say in my perky voice, "I'm Christine and this is Daphne, we're so excited, we've been looking forward to this show since Friday!" Daphne turns to her left and smiles at the guy sitting behind me and says hi.
"Uh hi, I'm Clark, and this is Lewis," the guy with the glasses says, pushing his glasses up his nose with a knuckle.
"It's a pleasure to meet you guys," Daphne says reaching out to shake Lewis's hand. "You guys locals?"
"Naw, we're from LA, we came here for the weekend with a few buddies. They thought this show was too nerdy for them."
"Too nerdy?" I say in mock surprise, "we think it's great!"
"Where are you girls from?" Clark asks.
"Frisco and Chicago," Daphne answers.
"But I went to CalTech, so I know LA very well," I include.
"Oh wow, CalTech! I wanted to go there but ended up at UCLA." Lewis says, seemingly impressed.
"Hey Christine, why don't you change seats with Clark so we can all see each other while we talk."
"Sure, good idea, would you mind Clark?"
"Uh no, not at all," Clark says, jumping to his feet. He and I change seats, and I catch him wiping the sweat off his palms on his jeans. I place my hand on Lewis's shoulder lightly as I step past him to sit in Clark's seat, and smile to myself as I hear him swallow audibly. We enjoy the Tournament, and each other's company, and I notice Daphne's just as touchy, flirty with Clark as I am with Lewis. We learn Lewis is studying film, and Clark an audio Engineering student, and they're surprised to find I have a Master's degree already. The show itself is awesome, but the food is pretty mediocre, and half way through the show I pretend to be jealous of our flirty serving Wench, much to Daphne's amusement. After the show Lewis works up the nerve to ask us to join them at the bar their supposed to meet their friends in. I look at Daphne and she nods in approval, so we go with the guys to a bar called Octane here in Excalibur.
We're pleasantly surprised that there's live rock music, and not a DJ, we excuse ourselves to power our noses once we enter the bar, and tell the boys we'll find them. "Ok Boss," I say as I freshen my perfume and lipstick, "how far should we go with the guys?"
"Let's play it by ear, but nothing more than kissing... I'm sure their clean, but let's play it safe... Are you ok with kissing Lewis?"
"Well, I know it makes you wet to see me kissing guys, so sure, I'm game... Are you going to kiss Clark?"
"Normally I wouldn't, but if you kiss Lewis, I'll kiss Clark, but just remember, you're ass is mine Bitch!"
I hold up my ring and smile at my Domina. We stroll through the semi crowded bar and approach Lewis, Clark, and four other guys from behind. We hear, "Clark, you're so full of shit! You really expect us to believe you guys met two Hotties at Nerdfest?"
"It's TRUE!" Lewis states with a glare, "they stopped in the bathroom, and will be here in a minute!"
"Probably a couple of ugly heifers!" Loud mouth says, and I see Clark's hands ball into fists. Before it can go to blows, we step up, and I spin Lewis around and say, "miss me?" Before pecking him on the lips. Loud mouth's eyes look us over from top to bottom before settling on our cleavage.
"Dayum!" Another of their friends says to fill the awkward silence. "Hi, I'm Joe, this is Ted, Evan, and the guy rudely staring at your chest is Sammy."
"Nice to meet you guys, this band sounds pretty good! I'm Christine, and my Heifer friend is Daphne." Daphne has wrapped her arm through Clark's as she flips em the bird, and I follow suit with Lewis. I order a Smithwycks for me, and Daphne has a Margarita. Lewis offers to pay, still pink from my kiss, but I pay before he can fumble his wallet out.
We hang out with the guys for ninety minutes before calling it a night, it was fun to watch Daphne shoot down Evan and Sammy while Clark was in the bathroom, but nobody hit's on me because Lewis never leaves my size. Lewis asks me for my number, but I hold up my left hand and show him my ring. "Sorry Sweetie, but I'm engaged to be married, this trip was our last weekend as free women." I kiss him and slip him a little tongue, while Daphne gives Clark a peck, before we leave.
"You are such a cock tease!" Daphne giggles as we walk back to our suite.
"It's YOUR FAULT!" I say in return, "you like it when I turn guys on!"
"Oh yes I do! There's nothing hotter than you with my dick in your mouth, my lovely little Slut." Daphne is practically mauling me right there on the street corner. She literally drags me back to the suite, and practically rips my clothes off as the door closes behind us.
Daphne strips as she drags me to the bedroom, and rips my panties and gaff off. She grabs her strap on out of the toy bag still sitting on the bed, and thrusts the dildo at me. "Fill this as quickly as possible!" She commands, and drops to her knees to suck me to hardness. I grab my hard cock and it only takes two minutes for me to blow my load while she sucks my balls. Her finger finds my ass and I keep myself hard for my second load, this one takes a little longer, and Daphne stands up. "That's good enough... On your knees Slut!"
She looks down at me lustfully as she locks her cock into her harness, she slaps my face with her cock a couple of times before I'm able to wrap my lips around the head and start my blow job. "God you're my beautiful Slut!" Daphne moans as I suck her cock rapidly. She wastes no time thrusting her hips to speed up the vibrations. Her moans are really turning me on, and her eyes never leave mine, as she starts pounding my mouth. I grab her hips and she takes a handful of my hair as I deep throat her. She shoots her load with a shudder, and continues to thrust as her cock shoots hot cum into my mouth. "Swallow it Slut!" Daphne growls, giving me an instant hard on. She's gasping, and breathing hard as she points for me to lean over the bed. I stand, turn around, and lean over. Daphne slaps my ass hard, and squirts a stream of lube into my crack. She lubes up her cock by running the head up and down my crack before penetrating me.
I thought Shay was rough! Daphne wastes no time slamming my ass fast and hard, my moans echo her's as her nails dig into my ribs. "You are such a cock Whore! Take that big cock, Slut!" Daphne is chanting as her orgasms threatened to overwhelm her. With one final loud scream, her cock explodes deep in my ass. Daphne collapses over my back with her cock buried inside me and lays there until she regains control of her quivering body. I feel her fingertips trace over the faint bite marks Molly left on my shoulder blade. "How did this happen?" She asks, in a "who the hell bit you?" tone.
"That's Molly's mark of ownership, every time she "played" with me, she bit me until she drew blood," I tell her shamefully.
"God damn! I read about Dominants marking their slaves, but why in the hell would she bite hard enough to draw blood?"
"She took her dominance seriously, with her it was all about power and control. When I pissed her off, I was punished severely. She literally kicked the snot out of me, and at one point I almost died of hypothermia when she hog tied me, and left me laying naked on a cold cement floor in October."
"My poor Baby, it's a wonder you don't have nightmares every night."
"I probably would if I didn't beat her at her own game! Knowing I was smarter than her got me through the rough times."
"She really underestimated you, didn't she?"
"Yes she did, just as I underestimated Lisa."
"How so?"
"Deep down I knew Molly was smarter than Lisa, and since I beat Molly..."
"What did Lisa have over you that Molly didn't?"
"Chemistry... I knew she was toxic, but she used love and sex as very effective weapons to keep me trapped in her web... I just didn't have the courage, or proper motivation to break it off with her."
"Then you got lucky, and so did I... I guess it's time for Christine to go into the suitcase, damn I wish this weekend didn't have to end."
"End? This is only the beginning my Love."
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