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Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1 DESPERATE
He had seen this tempting photo of Dani, "she wants to dominate you totally!" From that moment, James kept dreaming of the day when he'd be able to be under her thumb, and everything else too.
James was a normal college student, in his second year, but if he never kept friends for long, it was probably because he made too many demands on them. He was always wanting people to "be nice" to him, do things his way, to please him, so this notion of being bossed around by another person was alien to him, yet deep down, he knew that he yearned to be submissive to someone.
Hence Dani's lure. Her picture looked pretty too, perhaps she was mid thirties, straight black hair that hung down alluringly over her large breasts, that bulged under her low cut black dress. James couldn't wait to meet her, and in his actions to other students, he seemed to be saving up all his submissiveness for Dani, he became even more demanding, that alienated his remaining friends.
He had become obsessed with Dani. Trouble was, he couldn't afford her fees, £300 for six hours, £950 for a day!
The summer break was upon him, and six months after first seeing that alluring vision, he hadn't saved up enough for even a six hour session. He resolved to pluck up courage and phone to ask if she could give him a three hour introductory afternoon, say for £150.
"Hi!" a voice came through, high pitched and girly-like, not quite how he'd imagined. "Dom Dani's. What can I do for you?"
James trembled but blurted out his request. There was a giggle at the other end. He felt embarrassed, and was about to hang up when the voice went on,
"Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. I'll pass your request on to Dom Dani."
"Oh, sorry, I -er- thought I was speaking to her."
"No silly," the voice laughed again, "I'm her most importantest assistant, I do all her jobs for her," she went on in a proud voice, "my name's Wendy. Phone me back tonight at eight tharp, and I'll let you know. Mind you," she concluded, "Dom is very busy."
The line went dead, and James looked blankly at the instrument. Then he gathered his college books and went to his first lesson.
All day long he'd failed to concentrate on his work, he was so preoccupied with that phone call. Now eight o'clock was approaching, James found he was trembling with anxiety. What if she said yes? That made him shiver with excitement. No, Wendy had stated she was very busy, she probably wouldn't even consider his request. It was in this negative frame of mind, he dialed Dom Dani's as soon as the hour struck.
"Hi!" it was the same voice. "Dom Dani's. It's near my bedtime, so you'll have to be quick."
James hadn't expected that as an opening line. He reminded Wendy that she'd asked him to phone at this time.
"Oh I wemember," cried Wendy. "Dom said she doesn't do short sessions.
"But she can offer you some other options," Wendy went on, "I can email you them, if you give me your address."
James thanked her, and she rang off.
She had promised to email him at once, so why didn't anything show up? Had the silly girl been made to go to bed, or something?
He became impatient as the clock dragged round to 8.15, then eureka!
Quickly he opened the note which merely thanked him for his inquiry and referred him to an attachment.
Eagerly James opened it.
At first he was disappointed. It was a list of Dom Dani's charges. But after the standard charges, there were these options that Wendy had mentioned.
Extras: these varied from suckling to strapping up, spankings to sex. He fancied some of these, but he'd have to rob a bank first.
But then his eye caught a section marked Concessions.
If you agreed to certain things, there was a reduction in Dom Dani's tariff. There were savings to be made, if for instance, you agreed to participate in Dom's research, whatever that meant. Or you could save money by being Dom's slave and help her. Maybe that was Wendy.
Then even more amazing, James read that for £300 he could stay at Dom's for as long as she said, if he agreed to every condition she laid down. These available on request.
It sounded a bargain too good to be true. James told himself there must be a catch. Still, no harm in emailing.
Next morning he hadn't received a reply. Disappointed, he waited impatiently during his lessons, very little concentration from him. Never mind, the vacation begins in a few days.
Over lunch, he checked again.
Yes! A brief note invited him to come in person to Dom Dani's tomorrow morning at nine. He'd have to miss first lesson, but he would not miss this chance of a visit to Dom's!
It was an ordinary looking house at first glance. But then he noticed that the groundfloor windows were frosted, and his eyes wandered up to the first floor. No obvious signs of whips or chains or anything, perhaps that slightly disappointed him, so he marched up the short front path across a graveled area to reach the front door. By appointment only, a notice announced, he pressed the button, and a voice demanded his name.
James was given, and the strong oak door whirred open, and James found himself in an area marked Reception. Several doors led from here, and James wondered to himself what excitement might lie behind them.
"Hi James," cooed the voice, it was Wendy, "pweased to welcome you to Dom Dani's." She was a slip of a girl, maybe twenty, about James's age, but wearing pigtails which she tossed proudly every few seconds. Her dress was a bright yellowy orange satin, embroidered with a gorgeous frilly neckline in cotton, and ruffles on her shoulders, more frilly hems to her wrists, maybe more hidden behind the reception counter. Across the front of her dress, in large reddish pink lettering that waved up and down on top of her small breasts was the legend, Dom Dani's Bestest Sissy.
James felt a trifle jealous.
"You're Wendy?" was his feeble opener.
"Ooh yes," she answered, "you were asking about the £300 Special weren't you? Wead this, pwease."
She passed over a document which James perused. It bore something of a legal nature, which James would be required to sign, to affirm his agreement. It sounded mostly too exciting to even bother about reading it all. For this bargain offer, he must promise to submit to absolutely anything that Dom Dani required of him. The examples given encouraged him to sign at the bottom, though he hadn't read the second half of it.
"You've gotta read it all, Dom insists," offered Wendy when James handed the completed form back to her.
Accordingly, she went thru the clauses that she reckoned he'd overlooked.
"Do you agree to doing any or all of these?" she pointed to a long list.
James read and nodded.
"An' do you agree that Dom or her assistant do any of these to you?" she indicated a second list.
James gulped, and after slight hesitation, said he agreed. It was really only what he knew deep down he wanted. Besides, he told himself, this Wendy might well be on this 'Special' too.
"Finally," ended Wendy sweetly, "please tell me you understand the time scale."
This was a longer section which stated that the client agreed to remain in the service of Dom Dani until she gave permission to leave.
James hesitated. "I do wanna come," he explained, "but I only wanna spend a week or so of my vacation here. I've gotta earn some money to pay for next year."
"Ah," sighed Wendy, "who's to say there'll be a next year." James puzzled over that enigmatic remark. She half explained, "you cannot stipulate a time when you can leave, total submission means it is Dom alone who can allow you to depart from here."
"But I'd surely be back for the fall term?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no. The question is, do you agree to the conditions?"
James was silent, Wendy staring at him, guessing his thoughts.
"You've come this far," she offered. "Why not? Accepting the time factor, Dani says, kinda makes your complete submission final, it frees you to concentrate only on what she orders you to do. Anyway, dis is the bestest place I have ever been to!"
She wrote on the foot of the form that she had explained these terms in detail and asked James to sign once more.
With a deep breath, he signed.
Four days later, prompt at 5pm, a nervous James enrolled at Dom Dani's. Wendy greeted him with a smile, that took away some of his nervousness.
She showed him to the washroom, one of the doors off reception, and told him to strip.
"What, completely?" he gasped. Wendy giggled and nodded sweetly.
If James was tempted to quit, it was only for a second. He hadn't expected to start so immediately. He had imagined a thousand times to himself how it might start, but he had thought it would be gentle. But did he want Dom to do those things on the list to him? Sure he did! So why is he not rushing in there?
He dashed into the small room, surprising even Wendy. "Wait there till Dom calls for you."
His clothes were soon off, and he stared at his naked self. Would he meet Dani's approval? As he thought about that, he became conscious of sounds coming from an adjacent room. He heard a deep raised voice shouting, then James nearly jumped when a cracking noise echoed round his room. It was followed by a cry of pain, and he could make out a voice pleading for something in begging tones. Then another shout and another louder crack. It almost made the floor reverberate. James began to look forward to it being his turn.
It had been ten minutes, and since all was silent, James ventured to peep into reception. It was empty. Using his shirt as a slight covering for his lower parts, he dared to creep out, and placed his ear next the door to the room from where the castigation must have taken place.
"Who are you?" the deep voice thundered, lifting James clean off the floor in his fright. He turned round. It was the Dom herself, taller than he had thought, perhaps due to those impressive high heels which she miraculously perfectly balanced on. Maybe she looked stronger too, her deep voice enough to demand submission from any mortal. She was holding the hand of a middle aged naked man only a bulging nappy covering him. The reddened marks of his whipping were evident across his back. James as an automatic reaction fell to his knees.
"I'm James, Dani. I'm sorry."
"Sorry," yelled the Dom, "I'll make you sorry." She marched with her baby to tower over the kneeling newcomer.
"Firstly, you call me Dom. Dom, do you understand, unless I tell you otherwise."
"Yes, er, Dom." James hung his head. It seemed the right pose to adopt, he was already warming to his treatment. "You're very pretty."
That however didn't elicit the anticipated pleasure from her. "You speak only when you are ordered to, from now on. understand?"
"Yes, Dom."
"Now tell me, little one, why you are not where you should be, and take that ridiculous thing off your waist."
She tugged at the shirt around James' waist, a suppressed gasp of scorn immediately issuing from baby.
"Well there wasn't much to hide anyway! For disobeying orders, bend over." She didn't look too impressed with his naked form either.
In the middle of the floor, James stood up then bent down to touch his toes. His dangling cock was before his eyes.
A click of the fingers brought in Wendy, carrying a thick five foot chromium pole. Handed to Dom, it was crashing on James' naked backside at once. He flinched, but knew he was enjoying this. This was value for money! Then she handed it back to Wendy. James could see her waver but she almost instantly obeyed what Dom had sign her to do.
Whack! It was gentler than Dom's but with his bum already smarting, he had to wince. Another whack, and heavier as Dom ordered it so. Really hard! Wendy did her best and that cracked on James making him utter an involuntary cry.
"Good girl, Wendy. Now baby's turn."
James could smell baby, his nappy must have been badly soiled. But he was very powerful for a boy, and the pole descended on James with such fury that he was laid out prostrate on the floor.
At a sign, Wendy escorted baby away, with the pole, and Dom gathered James off the ground. Physically she was powerful, even able to lift this eleven stone man with some ease.
She said nothing as she took him into the room which had made James so inquisitive.
The decor was a dark red, walls and ceiling, the frosted glass alone relieved this oppressive color scheme. Even the sliding door which opened automatically, was in a light brown. Various instruments that James hadn't time to admire hung on these walls, but the room was dominated by a large raised dais in the center, two foot higher than the surrounding floor, and painted in a deep purple. But he was taken to the far corner and a large machine. Numerous questions filled his mind that he wanted to ask Dom, but he remembered it wasn't allowed.
He allowed her therefore to strap him round his middle into this weird machine. He was sitting, his back on a cushioned rear wall. This was submission, and he loved it.
The Dom clicked a ring on each of his wrists, more on his ankles.
"There, you'll have these on always," her first words for an age, "you are my prisoner." Each of his rings was affixed to clips on the machine.
She pulled down a large transparent plastic tube from the opposite end of the apparatus. This she affixed deep into James' cock. He did flinch as she did so, that evoked her into more words,
"No, no, just stay still, little one. We'll soon have you emptied of all your naughty little cummy liquids."
This was not what James had been imagining. He had to say something, but she must have been expecting it, and in anticipation gagged his mouth with a chain that was then attached to a fastening on the cushion behind James' neck. Now he was unable to move.
"See you later, little one," she smiled, and as she departed, Wendy entered, with a hurried word about Baby. That must be Dom's next task. Wendy giggled at her prisoner.
"Ooo, you'll like this at first," she laughed. "I like watching it too. But I bet you'll be tired of it before very long!"
