D for Danielle Chapter 7: The Still of the Night

Daniel’s forehead was sweating. His hands were wet, a nervous energy ran up from his soles, through his spine, and exploded outwards from his chest. Yet his mouth was dry. He needed something to drink -- fast! 

“No, I don’t want to be a girl. I just like the look and feel of the… clothing.” He was trembling. “You don’t happen to have a bottle of water, by chance?”

Mistress Narcissa snapped her fingers and Barclay immediately reached to his left into the fridge under the wet bar and produced an aquatic beverage. He slowly moved forward to hand Daniel the bottle when the dominant woman smacked his knee. Barclay winced.

“With poise, my pet. What did I say about posture?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Was Barclay just clumsy, or was he fighting against some sort of programming? He seemed like the quiet type who enjoyed pleasing. Had Narcissa seen this trait in him somewhere? Perhaps Barclay was a friendly barista at a coffee shop she frequented. Was it at that establishment she saw this inherent trait within him? His need to serve? How did she lure him out and trap him? But was he really trapped? Did he want to be here?

You ask too many questions! It was a voice in Daniel’s mind. He knew too many inquiries hampered forward momentum. Sometimes it was better to just clear your mind and accept.

He grabbed the bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp. Narcissa made note of the all-consuming nature of this action and then quickly returned to the subject of feminine attire.

“You are fortunate you did not shift blame,” she said. “You might have said you purchased it to please a girlfriend, or perhaps a boyfriend -- I know how your generation likes to blur the lines.”

He didn’t feel like a part of his generation, however. In his most private dreams he pictured himself as a 50s housewife -- completely dolled up, with dinner ready for her husband as soon as he walked through the door. Slipping into a chiffon nightgown after an evening of watching television and cuddling up with her superior... her alpha male. To be taken on all fours and then turned over, legs spread and then pushed back. Pumped until her man released...

“I could have accepted such an explanation,” she said. “But I know, however, that these items were carefully selected to satisfy your own curiosity.” She paused. “Really, Daniel, you know you shouldn’t have been so selfish on this little excursion. Rather, your shopping should have been done to please others.”

“Others?”

“I will not repeat myself, sissy.”

He felt a tingle in his genitals -- she just called him a sissy.

Daniel looked out the window. They were back in town. The limousine drove through the now deserted streets. The evening revelers had finally expended their reserves and suspended frivolity for another occasion, most likely for game day. His roommate was probably back at the room now. Daniel wouldn’t be able to slip into his new lingerie and toy himself until his small cock dribbled its worthless juices.

“You are quite unhappy and unfilled, Daniel,” Mistress Narcissa said. There was a frankness to her tone and delivery that appealed to the young student. He encountered such amounts of subterfuge, countless slights, and games of one-upmanship on campus that it all turned into white noise. She stood out. She was unique in a world of dullness. For reasons he knew were clear, but still he struggled with, he wanted to be around her more. To gain her approval.

The limousine stopped outside of Daniels’s dorm building. He wondered for a moment how the driver knew to drop him off at this exact location.

“Thank you, Narcissa.”

“Address her properly!” Barclay said. For a moment he appeared powerful, but retreated and sunk back into his seat in a huff.

Mistress Narcissa smiled. She allowed her servant this outburst, a minor infraction that might not be punished now, but used as ammunition further down the timeline.

“Well, Daniel?”

“Thank you, Mistress Narcissa.”

“Good boy. Now run along.”

He quickly opened the door and popped out of the car. He took a few quick steps forward when he heard her voice call out.

“Daniel.”

He turned and saw that beautiful hand with gorgeous manicured nails hold out the black plastic bag he had absentmindedly left behind. He stepped back and took it from her grasp. She coyly looked up at him and produced a business card. He sheepishly took it.

“For when you are ready.”

The door closed and the limousine pulled off down the street. Daniel took a moment to watch it go. He then realized he could hear his heart beating fast in the still of the night.