by Cyan
Copyright 2003 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"Let me see if I have this straight," said Stella. Or Lady Stella, I guess she went by. "Your boyfriend gave you this."
She held up the thing. I guess I'd given it a close look once but mostly had just stayed away from it. Now I was in no position to refuse discussing it, but my present predicament was certainly was my own doing. "Yes," I said.
"And you, quite naturally, were taken aback."
"Yes," I replied.
"Not having any experience..." For some reason I blushed, feeling the heat in my face. She apparently correctly interpreted that as agreement. "And not being used to guys asking for such things, you were a bit shocked."
"Yes," I agreed.
"In particular you wondered what it meant about your boyfriend, and you eventually decided to talk to someone about it." I didn't answer, but she seemed to know she had it right. "About why a nice guy like your boyfriend would want his girlfriend to do his ass, right?"
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"So you talked about it with your friend, Jimmy."
"Jim, yes," I said.
She paused, and gave me a little smile. "Who happens to be male," she said. "You figure a man would have the insight you were looking for?"
How could I explain Jim? Somehow I'd come to trust him soon after we met and we'd eventually we were willing to discuss sexual issues. Not that we had any interest in each other; it all really was above-board. But Stella looked like she did understand what I was saying. "So," she says, "Jimmy suggests you come see me."
"That's it," I said.
She seemed to be considering me. "Had Jimmy mentioned before that he visits me?"
"No," I said. I thought about how she always referred to him as Jimmy.
"That must have been a bit of a shock, too."
I had to agree. "He'd told me he had some--unusual desires."
"So is that why you asked him?"
It really wasn't, or maybe that was part of it. Before, I'd figured everyone has their quirks and somehow hadn't a clue that Jim might be into anything like a dominatrix. "Maybe," I said.
She looked at me again. "You trust me?" she said.
I realized it was a reasonable question. "Jim says I can trust you," I said. And I trusted Jim's judgement.
"So do you?"
She wasn't going to let me off with that answer. "Sure," I said.
She didn't look pleased. "I guess that'll have to do for now. So I guess, it's on to your question. Why don't you explain it to me."
I figured she'd just explained it all perfectly. "Well, he gave me that thing..." We sat there. She waited. "What does it mean?"
"Come now, you can do better than that," she said. I started wondering if this was a good idea, but then I'd had reservations ever since I'd finally decided to go through with it. What did she want me to say? "What did he want you to do with it?" she asked.
"Wear it?" I asked.
She laughed. "This isn't a test," she said. "Did he tell you what he wanted you to do?"
"No," I said.
"But your conclusion is pretty clear, isn't it? It's made to be worn." She looked at it, in her hand, on her lap. "Have you worn it?"
"No!"
She laughed again. "I'm not surprised, but it's not like a big deal. Why do you figure he wanted you to wear it?"
So I could do his ass! "He didn't say..."
"We established that. Either he just wanted to see you in it, or he wanted to suck on it, or he wanted you to do his ass, right?"
"Yes," I said. Somehow I hadn't even thought of the other possibilities.
"Seems simple enough to me. Perhaps you should just give it to him."
Simple! "But..."
"Just put it on and fuck his ass."
I felt a shock at her change in language. Did she realize how alien what she as suggesting was to me? Obviously she did: she was trying to shock me on purpose. "But..." I repeated.
"But what?" she prompted.
"Why?"
"Because he likes it," she said. "Apparently," she added.
"Why does he like it?"
"Ah sweet mystery of love," she said, grinning. "Does it matter?" Yes, it did: it bothered me somehow, and I could see she already knew that. "He apparently likes to be dominated," she added.
I felt like she confirmed my fear. She seemed to notice my face fall. Why, why did Carl do this? "Lots of men find a dominant woman sexy," she said. "Obviously Jimmy..."
Yes, there was that too. I looked at Lady Stella. There was nothing to suggest she was a dominatrix: just an ordinary woman sitting in her own living room. I wondered if she had a dungeon in the basement. I wondered if Carl would like her. "You don't feel you're ready," she said.
That was an understatement. "No," I said.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," she said. "Come with me."
She led me out, to the back of the house, to what I assumed was her bedroom. Perhaps I hesitated, and she gave me a sympathetic look that made me trust her the way Jim had said I should. "What I'm going to do," she said, when I'd sat on her bed, "is to show you what a woman looks like wearing one."
Oh. I said nothing, and she gave me a quick smile, then started undressing right in front of me.
She was slender, obviously nice looking, with her shoulder-length black hair. She had a tattoo, a small flower, near her left breast. I found myself looking at it. "Well?" she said, finally and I realized now she wore the thing. She stood in front of me, nude except for the straps, posing. I stared at the incongruous sight of this slight woman with a penis. "What do you think?"
"I..." I started, but I really didn't know what to say. What does one think about a woman wearing a strap-on dildo?
"Does it look like something your boyfriend would like?" I figured he must if he'd given me the thing. And Stella certainly was good looking; he would love seeing her naked. But the sight of lithe Stella, with a cock... "It seems to have you staring," she said.
I realized how right she was. "I'm sorry," I said, mentally shaking myself. "I haven't seen it before."
She had that considering look again. "Seemed to capture your attention," she said, in a voice that was different. She moved closer and I felt myself instinctively back away though sitting on her bed, I was limited how much I could shift. "I think," she said, "you have to admit this is sexy."
I said nothing and wondered if my voice would fail me if I did try to speak.
"Admit it," she said, and smiled.
"I--I suppose so," I managed to stammer.
"Interesting," she said in a way that I didn't like. "So you want to know what your boyfriend would get out of the experience?" I realized something inside me was panicking, something about her words. "Well?" she insisted.
I knew I'd better leave. "Listen, Stella," I said.
"Oh, you definitely should know, if you want to understand." She moved slightly closer. I stared up at her face. She was almost close enough for the thing to touch my knee.
Suddenly she sat next to me, her body almost touching mine. Too close: we shouldn't be so close. She smiled again and I was really afraid. "Don't worry," she said, "you'll find out..."
Her hand casually touched my shoulder. I was frozen, knowing I should stand and run, but I was stuck to that bed, paralyzed. She glanced at the hand on my shoulder, then slowly moved it to the buttons on my blouse. I still didn't move. She unbuttoned. She still smiled.
* * *
I lay in the middle of the bed, on top of the covers. I was on my stomach and she'd put the pillow under my hips. For minutes, her fingers invaded me, lubricating. "You're to find out exactly what they like," she said. "But you're going to have to relax it." I felt her shift, her skin against mine. The head of the thing against my anus. Her thighs and hips touched my inner thighs. I sensed her arms on either side of my body. I didn't turn to look at her. I felt her apply pressure. "Relax it," she said soothingly. After the work of her fingers, I knew it wouldn't be long. I had a taste of what I was about to feel. "Relax," she whispered.
I felt it plunge in, her crotch now against my rear cheeks. She laughed just a touch. She snaked a hand under me, quickly finding my clitoris. The touch immediately told me how close to orgasm I was already, and my gasps assured she couldn't miss that fact. "Oh yes," she said, "I believe now you understand."
Cyan Stories
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