Chapter 8: Marcy

Saturday, July 8, 2023

Music pumped around me and flowed through my body. I let it do this as I twisted and moved with it, just like Pryita had taught me. My hips were waves, undulating with the pulls of the tide. My arms moved like wisps of smoke, curling and rising. Over a hundred pairs of eyes watched me, entranced as I moved and hypnotized them with my sensuous form.

Pryita’s tutelage was worth every penny I’d spent. I had danced for years and never felt so confident or sexy. She had filled me with it to the brim, and now it spilled over on the platform on which I danced, oozed onto the floor, and invaded every inch of the room I commanded.

Slowly, I peeled off my sheer black blouse, revealing a black satin bra straining to contain my breasts. My pants came next, a pair of latex, ankle length, low riders, which unzipped from the sides. Once they fell to the floor, the bulge in my panties became more pronounced. It was at this point that several of the watchers took notice. Some sat up straighter or moved closer to the platform where I danced.

“We want to show everyone in your first dance how real your unique body is,” Pryita instructed me during rehearsals. “All those rich snobs need to be talking about the girl with the perfect breasts and glorious cock.”

I continued to move and sway and writhe to the tune. My bra came off next, my breasts in full view, my nipples already hard. I squeezed my breasts to show their natural buoyancy and softness. The stimulation hardened my shaft until my phallus tented my panties obscenely. All eyes were either on my breasts or my penis. Finally, as the music crescendoed, I tore away my panties and revealed my stunning member, all eight inches jutting out proudly.

A couple of women audibly gasped. I began to stroke myself. M had informed me it was customary for male dancers to ejaculate at the end of their dance routines, and many women (and some men) liked to get inside the splash zone, as it were. The music continued to play as I used my hands to stimulate myself, my hips still gyrating and swaying sexily. Sure enough, several people edged closer to me as my chest began to heave, and moans escaped my throat.

I had never felt so alive, so powerful, or so sexy as I did at that moment. I had never seen myself in this light before: a dominant woman who could hold power over other men and women with my body and my sexuality. I had tasted it with Gina. But she was a weak, broken thing. These people were powerful, wealthy, and elite. And they wanted me.

This high was better than a drug. Far better than alcohol, which only numbed my pain and dulled my life. This was the pinnacle of existence.

Jism spewed from my cock like a powerful squirt gun. Some in the audience opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues to catch it. One woman aimed her mouth perfectly and caught a full blast.

“Mmm,” she groaned as she tasted my cum. “It’s so sweet.”

I fired five full blasts and a smaller one before my load was spent. Then, a woman came forward and offered her mouth to clean me. I allowed it. No one clapped. That wasn’t the way things worked at Black Velvet. But I could tell I made an impression. I stepped down the platform, gathered my clothes, and exited the room. I had to change into my serving outfit until my next dance. I glowed as I walked to the changing room. My first Black Velvet event had been a success.

Serving was a simple task. I was assigned a place to be with a tray. I stood motionless, breasts exposed, nipples and crotch covered, and people either took what I was offering or didn’t. I waited until my block of time was over and then moved on.

My assignment was called The Pit. It was a larger space than most of the rooms. Inside were various devices for confining people during sexual play. Men and women were tied, strapped, taped, or otherwise bound to various tables, mattresses, and standing equipment. One woman dangled in the air, suspended by ropes around her legs, arms, waist, and chest, while another woman fucked her with a strap-on worn as an appendage to her forehead. The man supervising everything was called the Pit Master. His job was to make sure nothing too crazy happened and to ensure the safety and well-being of anyone participating in the BDSM activities.

I watched the room with curiosity. After all, I wanted to become Gina’s domme, and these activities were crucial to learning how to do so. Unfortunately, I couldn’t walk about the room and observe more closely, as my job was to stay in one place and offer refreshments to the clients.

After about ten minutes, a man approached me. He wore a black tux, white shirt, and black bow tie. His mask reminded me of the famous art for The Phantom of the Opera because it was asymmetrical and covered a large portion of his face. All I could tell about him from the suit and mask was that he seemed younger, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, and like everyone else in the building, he was fit.

“I saw you dance,” he said, eyes drinking in my body. “You’re incredible. Would you like to earn a tip?”

“That depends,” I said. “What are you looking for?”

“I want to suck you to orgasm,” he said, “for five hundred.”

My German friend, Petra, had given me some solid advice before my first Black Velvet event, especially when dealing with clients. “You only have so much time, so be picky with your clients. Don’t take their first offer. These guys didn’t get rich by giving away their money. You can negotiate with them, but you don’t want to come across as a money grabber, either. You have to walk that line. And since you’re dealing with a cock, you can only blow your load so many times in one night. Some of the male workers don’t cum for a few days before the events, and they pop a blue pill before the night starts. Think about it.”

I didn’t tell Petra my cock and sperm level reset every time I transitioned between my little prince and princess. I would be able to shell a decent number of cumshots if the opportunities arose. I was not, however, interested in letting men suck my dick.

“I’m not interested in that, but thank you.”

“That’s okay,” he said, “but you have to realize it’s always been a fantasy of mine to meet a real one.”

“A real what?”

“Futanari.”

“What?”

The man grinned stupidly. “A futanari. A woman with a cock.”

“I’ve never heard that word before.”

“It means hermaphrodite in Japanese. Very popular in some circles.”

Futanari. Was that what I was? I had no idea there was a word to describe myself other than unique. I made a note to research more about futanari when I got home.

“How about a thousand?” he asked. “Would you let me blow you for a grand?”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry. It’s not you; it’s your gender. I’m not into men.”

“Ah, I understand. No amount of money then.” He grimaced and started to turn away, then he turned back to me. “Final offer. I promise. Is there anything you are willing to do I could tip you for? I’m open to suggestions.”

I nearly said no right away, but then something hit me. Men made up a full third of the clientele at the Black Velvet. It would be foolish to dismiss them all at the drop of a hat. There had to be something I could do to earn his money.

“I could give you a lap dance. Fully nude. And I’ll cum wherever you want. One thousand dollars. And you are not allowed to touch me.”

“Deal. I want your cum on my face. Well, my mask.”

Tray stands were provided in each room for servers to use while earning tips. I placed my tray on its stand and followed the Phantom of the Opera to a private room. I put on a song as he took a seat in a chair. Then I danced, grinding my ass against his crotch, rubbing my tits in his face. He moaned like a cheap whore every time my breasts and cock brushed against him at the same time. Being intimate with a man for the first time was strange but exciting. His eyes were glued to my breasts and cock as I removed what little clothing I wore. I got very close to him as I stroked my cock with one hand and pinched my nipples with the other.

“Oh yes,” he declared. “You are so fucking hot. So fucking hot.”

“I know,” I said in my lowest, huskiest voice. And then I came all over his face. I made sure to get some in his eye hole, on his mouth, and his ear.

He jerked and spasmed, barely able to breathe. He was cumming, too, in his pants. As I finished, I wiped my cock off on my hand and held my palm in front of his face. He licked it off my skin.

“Oh, sweet Mother,” he groaned. “It tastes incredible. How?”

“I’m magic,” I whispered. I was so heady with lust that I decided to break my own rule. “I’ll let you suck it for ten minutes for another thousand. If you can make me cum in ten minutes, you can swallow it all.”

“Deal,” he said at once.

I walked out of the room two thousand dollars richer. Phantom walked out with my cum all over his mask but not in his belly. He couldn’t make me cum. I just wasn’t turned on enough despite his efforts. I don’t think he cared all that much since I took pity on him and jerked myself off a second time and finished on his cheek. He offered me even more to fuck my ass. I said no three times even though he offered me five thousand dollars.

In total, I made five grand in tips plus my two thousand dollars for dancing. $7,000 for a night’s work wasn’t bad, and it was only my second week working at Black Velvet. M pulled me aside to congratulate me on a successful evening and to tell me I’d gotten several compliments from some of her best patrons.

“You’re going to fit in well here,” she said. I beamed at the compliment.

I got home late and crashed almost instantly. I had several texts, but I didn’t care. I was exhausted. I had no idea dancing, serving, and fucking could be so wearing on the body. I woke up late Sunday morning. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Gina kneeling beside my bed in her normal waiting position, legs folded, hands on thighs, and head downward toward the floor. She was naked except for her Slutty Kitty collar, which she knew to put on as soon as she arrived at my apartment.

Blinking, I sat up and looked at her. “Oh shit,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. “I forgot it’s Sunday. How long have you been here?”

“Kitty arrived on time, Madam,” Gina said, eyes still downcast. “She cleaned Madam’s kitchen.”

Gina and I had discussed our rules of engagement over the last few weeks. It was still a work in progress, but for now, I allowed her to drive up for a night and a day each week to be my pet. She had to refer to herself as such or be punished. And she had to refer to me as Madam. I hadn’t asked Gina to do my chores; she had taken the initiative herself. I liked that.

“Kitty deserves a reward,” I said. “Bend over the bed.”

“Yes, Madam,” she said, moving at once to obey. Before getting out of bed, I shrank my dick back into a vagina. I hadn’t yet told or shown Gina what I could do. What I was. I had no idea why I hadn’t told her. Everyone else in my life in Denver knew I had a dick. But not her.

I put a strap-on harness around my hips and then cuffed Gina’s hands behind her back. Then I lubed up the dildo sticking out of my panties, and I slid the head of the dildo between Gina’s ass cheeks until just the tip opened up her tiny little hole.

“Did Kitty clean herself out before she arrived?” I asked, putting a little more pressure on Gina’s butthole.

“Yes, Madam,” she grunted. “Kitty followed all of Madam’s instructions.”

I pushed an inch of latex cock into Gina’s ass. Gina didn’t like anal sex. That was why I made her do it. I would fuck her ass until she came on my cock. And that would be the only time I let her cum. I would train her to enjoy it.

This was only our third weekend together, but our second time having anal sex. She was the first person I had penetrated anally since my disastrous night with Jade. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about that memory lest the same hot, horrible feeling flooded my gut like my last session with Gina, but this didn’t help. The same terrible sensation filled my insides. The urge to vomit hit me, but I pushed it down and focused on my pet.

“Kitty is such a good little slut,” I said to move my thoughts in a new direction. “Kitty likes Madam in all of her holes.” I slowly eased the dildo in and out of her anal chute. I wished it was my cock and not the dildo taking Gina’s ass, but I told myself that one day she would know, and I would own all of her holes. “Does Kitty want to cum?”

Gina nodded intently.

I slapped her ass hard with my right hand, then pulled her hair back with my left until she gasped. The anger helped more than anything to make the guilt go away. “Kitty uses words when asked a question.”

“Yes, Madam,” Gina gasped. “Kitty wants to cum very badly.”

Reaching around for Gina’s clit while fucking her with the strap-on wasn’t easy, but I had plenty of practice with the dildo by this point. I had used it many times on both Gina and Jade.

Gina began to whimper the moment I touched her clit. Her little nub had always been so sensitive. I’d spent hours making her cum when we’d dated years ago. My tongue had become a powerful muscle from all the time I spent lavishing her clit with it. My record had been giving her thirteen orgasms in one day, all from oral ministrations. My jaw hurt for a week after that, but Gina didn’t care. She’d used my mouth again the next day until I started to cry. That had been the first time I’d earned a “trophy.”

The memories angered me, and I fueled that anger into my hips. I should have fucked her ass raw in payback for what she’d put me through, but I was better than that. I would teach her pleasure instead. I would be a good domme.

When Gina finally whimpered her way to a powerful climax, it was with my fingers firmly locked around her clit and my rubber cock seven inches deep up her forbidden passage. She quaked on my cock for several seconds before sagging onto the bed, her arms still cuffed behind her back. I slapped her butt cheek again.

“Kitty’s ass is still too jiggly,” I said, intentionally filling my voice with disdain.

“I’m exercising!” Gina protested. “I mean ... Kitty is still exercising. Getting in shape like Madam wants.”

“Kitty said the forbidden word. A reminder is needed.”

Gina sighed and sank deeper into my mattress. “Yes, Madam.”

I went to my closet and got out my leather paddle. “Ten licks with my paddle. Count out loud.”

The paddle had small rubber studs to make it sting more. Gina counted each swat out loud, grunting at every one of them. By the time I was done, her ass was red. She didn’t cry; she just lay and breathed heavily.

“I was going to treat Kitty to an outing tonight with my friends,” I told her. “Shopping for a new outfit, then a restaurant. But I can’t do that if Kitty is going to be disobedient.”

Gina sat up a little. “Kitty will be good, Madam. She promises.”

I had Gina undress me and then join me in the shower. She shampooed and conditioned my hair, then washed my body. I came on her hand as she finger-fucked me. Then we got out. She dried me off. I sent her to redress while I picked out my outfit. Then, I put on her collar and leash and led her out the door.

Gina followed behind me as instructed. She wasn’t allowed to let the leash get tight or too close. This was only our second time going out together. Our first outing had a late-night movie the previous week. Gina had been noticeably nervous and reluctant about going out on a leash like a real pet, but she’d done it all the same. I had no idea why she was following all of my orders. Part of me wanted to see how far I could push her until she quit. But for three weeks straight, she had come up to Denver and done my bidding like an actual pet.

Our first stop was Nordstrom’s. The sight of me leading Gina through the mall on her pink tether turned several heads. A young Middle Eastern lady stopped us and asked if she could help us find anything. Her eyes darted back and forth between me and Gina. I wore one of the outfits my friend Robin, from my hometown, had bought for me during the period we were fucking each other. My clothes told the sales agent that I belonged, no matter what weird shit I was doing.