D for Danielle Chapter 6: By Her Command

Daniel sat across from two of the most fascinating people he had ever met: A striking, tall, blonde woman to his left, and a well-dressed, submissive older man to his right.

His day-to-day interactions with college student peers, professors, and other various school employees, were rather mundane. The middle-aged woman who made his cheesesteak in the commissary every Thursday looked flabby and unhappy to be there. His RA spent most of his time with his door open, slouched with his back to a bean bag, playing video games until numb, barely nodding if anyone popped their head in to say hello. And Daniel’s own roommate was a typical bro-dude. A paint-by-numbers walking trope factory. But these two sexual deviants in the limo with him… They were something else completely different. 

That didn’t mean he felt entirely safe being around them. Sure, he didn’t think they were going to physical harm him, but they were dangerous. They had the power of ideas and those ideas both frightened and excited the young man.

“I am Mistress Narcissa,” the woman said. “This is Barclay. He is my servant.”

“Uh, well, nice to meet you both -- I’m Daniel,” he said with a bit of stammer in his voice. “Oh, do I need to give your driver my address?”

“That is not necessary. You live in the dorms, correct?”

“Yes.” He paused to consider, it was odd to assume.

“I will direct the chauffeur. We’ll arrive there, if not straight away, then soon.”

Daniel still couldn’t quite place her accent. It was hard for him to concentrate looking at her. She had amazing legs -- long stems adorned with pretty feet slipped into arching stiletto heels. She delicately removed her long black gloves to reveal exquisite hands, her ultra-long fingernails manicured with french tips. The young student was entranced. 

The woman placed her left hand on Barclay’s leg. It slowly moved over to his crotch. He squirmed, which was a reaction Daniel wasn’t expecting. What he was expecting was for the older man to have a serious hard-on. I mean, who wouldn’t? His trousers should have been popping a button by this point. The flagpole at attention. But it seemed as if her servant was struggling in a manner most unbecoming of the male of the species. Maybe he couldn’t get an erection. Or maybe-- 

Is he in chastity?! Daniel wondered. 

This sudden thought surprised him. He immediately dialed into his database of erotic imagery and pictured the sissies he has seen online. Chaste, legs spread and filled with toys or, even more defiling, cock. His most intense orgasms recently had come while watching others unable to release. 

Mistress Narcissa pressed a button on the side panel of the door and spoke into a speaker installed in the ceiling. “Charlie, drive us towards the University.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the chauffeur responded through the intercom. 

Who was this lady? She had a servant and a hot female driver. She rode around in a limo and went to sex stores late in the evening. 

The vehicle pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. Daniel sat back and took a deep breath. He clutched the black plastic bag from the adult bookstore to his chest and then realized Mistress Narcissa was staring at him with a pursed smile.

“Will you show us what you purchased, Daniel?”

His face went beat red. “I’d rather not.”

“Now Daniel, what is there to hide? We are all adults here. I would like to see. Isn’t that correct, Barclay?”

“Yes ma’am,” the servant barely let out.

Daniel hesitated. His hand grasped the bag even harder. He knew if he gave in and revealed what was inside he would be compromised. “Uh…” He couldn’t form any words to defend his position. He was exposed.

Her voice suddenly became stern: “Daniel.” It was real now. “Show me.”

He sighed in defeat and complied, feeling an electric tinge of excitement. He first handed over the black butt plug, still in its display case. Mistress Narcissa examined it. She turned to Barclay and pinched his nipple through his shirt, waving the toy in his face.

“You’ve had bigger,” she said in a matter of fact manner to him.

Daniel gulped. What had he gotten himself into?

She handed the butt plug back, exchanging it for the white vibrator, also still in its case.

“There is a good use for this, but not one you might have considered yet.” She returned it to him with her elegant hand and then pointed at the bag with her long finger, the top coat of her nail polish glistening. “What else did you obtain, young man?”

He didn’t want to show her the last item as it would give away his deepest desires. He hesitated and pulled back. 

“I don’t want to. It’s embarrassing.”

“Show me.”

Her words were too powerful. Too convincing. He obeyed and slowly pulled out the pink negligee. Frozen, he allowed her to move forward and take it from his now trembling hand.

“I see,” she said knowingly. 

Barclay closed his eyes in resignation. He knew something too. Daniel’s heart pounded as she held the lingerie up for him to gaze upon in all its femininity. He was cornered, ready to be broken, totally defenseless.

“You want to be a girl,” Mistress Narcissa laughed.