Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

Darius leaned against the bathroom counter and inspected himself in the mirror. He needed a break from his chores and his sore nose was itching fiercely. Ultimately, he could do nothing but gaze at his nostrils and try to will the discomfort away. His septum piercing was still healing and would be for another six to seven weeks.

Heather had insisted he get more body candy. For reasons he still didn’t fully understand, Darius had gone along with it. Alcohol had not been a factor this time. She hadn’t even pressed him that hard. All it took was “Do it, Dana!” and his will had folded like a cheap tent.

Darius removed his shirt and examined his torso up and down. He had multiple ear piercings, the “Property of Heather” tattoo just above his manhood and now the nose ring. It drooped below his nostrils, silvery white crystals gleaming in the bathroom light. They stood out remarkably against his dark skin. The contrast was even greater when he wore lipstick.

He knew Heather wasn’t done with his body. He accepted that she would decorate him, alter him, dominate him as she pleased. He put up with it. He allowed it. If he was honest, he’d even started to embrace it. It excited him.

How was that possible? Was it voodoo? Had a hex been cast on him? Had he taken a blow to the head? Was it nothing but man’s oldest and most cruel folly: true love? No explanation made sense to Darius. Everything he’d seen, heard and been taught since he was a boy made it explicitly clear this was not the way men behaved. Not real men anyway. Not respectable members of society. This was the realm of degenerates and perverts.

knock knock knock

“Pookie, you in there?”

“Yup! Be right out!”

Darius ran the cold water, splashed some on his face and toweled off his hands. It didn’t help his aching nose any but it was better than nothing. It was surprisingly humid for a late spring day. The mugginess had prompted his bathroom break.

He stepped into the hallway to find Heather waiting for him. She leaned against the wall, dressed in a sleek, black, satin nightgown. Thin spaghetti straps ran from her shoulders down to lacy black holsters that held up her milky B-cups. The garment extended into shiny, solid black as it flowed down her torso and fitted to her plump curves and wide hips; terminating just below her sex.

Her thick thighs and pudgy arms, features she’d once been self-conscious of, were on full display. She wielded her body like a weapon now that she understood its full power over Darius. The poor man could only stand there and try not to drool on himself as he drank in her silky, rotund glory. They’d purchased the lingerie weeks ago, but this was the first time she’d worn it.

“Hey! What do you think?”

Darius smiled. “You look amazing, babe.”

“Thanks!” she said with a grin and a blush. She turned from side to side a few times, showing off her new favorite sleepwear. Her cheerful expression faded into a scowl when she noticed Darius was still dressed in basketball shorts and a t-shirt. “Why aren’t you in your uniform?”

“Baby, it was 8:30 after dinner. You really want me to put all that on this late? On a Sunday? It takes a half hour with the makeup and I’m not even done vacuuming!”

Heather blew an exasperated breath through her bottom lip. “Fine, I’ll let it go ... This time.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Heather’s lips extended into a fiendish smile. She loved it when Darius used her title, especially when they weren’t in the middle of kinky play. The thought of him acknowledging her as his owner and master was hot. Even hotter when said in the presence of others. She craved to hear it more. More often and more publicly.

“Dear”, “babe” and “baby” were fine on occasion, but they’d gotten stale after two years. Besides, they weren’t exactly terms that correlated with their new power dynamic. She was doing her utmost to alter his vocabulary day by day. Training him ever so slowly. Eventually, “baby” would be a rarity while “Mistress” and “Goddess” became the new defaults.

“Finish your vacuuming. Then grab the laundry from the dryer and put it away. NEATLY.”

“I thought you were doing the laundry today?”

“I did the laundry. Washed it and dried it. The least you can do is put it away for me.”

Darius smirked. A pattern was emerging. He was expected to do an expanding share of the chores as Heather enjoyed her leisure time. Leisure and whatever it was she’d been up to on her laptop. Heather had been somewhat secretive about it, saying only that she was “establishing a social media presence.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Good. I’ll be waiting for you in bed. Don’t dawdle.”

“OHHHHHHHHH!!! OHFUCCCKKKK!!! MMMMMFFFFGGGHHHHMMMM!!”

Heather wailed in pleasure as Darius sorted their socks and underwear and packed them nicely into the dresser. His girlfriend lay in bed, a thick black dildo lodged in her dripping cunt and the round rubber end of her “magic wand” spinning away at the top of her vulva. She moaned and convulsed, enjoying a thunderous climax as Darius disrobed and slid into place beside her.

Heather removed the toy from her over-stimulated sex and pulled the dildo free, sighing in blissful contentment. As she closed her eyes and relaxed, Darius crept across the bed, his arms extending below the duvet. Before he could embrace her sensual curves, his hands bumped into something heavy and rubbery.

“The hell?”

Heather’s eyes re-opened. She turned to him and chuckled before grabbing the edge of the blanket and snatching it up. The barrier between them was revealed and it should’ve come as no surprise to Darius.

’Moby Dick.’ The biggest, whitest strap-on cock they’d purchased to date for their kinky play. Sixteen inches long and coke-can thick. Heather had used it on him many times and not even come close to bottoming out. Not yet, but Darius knew she would some day. She was determined.

“Give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll fuck you to sleep.”

“Baby, I’m sorry but I can’t tonight. I gotta get up early.”

“What? You get up early every day.”

“I mean, extra early tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“I got a meeting with HR.”

“Ohhhh...” Heather turned and propped her head up on one arm. “Is this about the Rhonda incident?”

Darius sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Yep.”

“So, you filed the complaint after all.”

“I did.”

“I’m telling you, you’re wasting your time.”

“Baby, she harassed me.”

“First of all, based on your telling of it, that’s not the impression I got. Second, even if it were true, they’re never gonna believe you.”

“If that wasn’t harassment, I don’t know what you’d call it.”

“I think a woman who obviously has a crush on you, and probably a dominant streak, sensed that you were coming into your kinky, submissive side and decided to feel you out.”

“Oh, she felt me out alright!”

“Uh huh. And then she helped you fix your bench.”

“Ok...”

“Exactly. Everything I’ve said so far is perfectly okay.”

“You’re leaving something out.”

Heather rolled her eyes, her tone growing more annoyed. “Then she asked if you were in an open relationship. When you said no, she backed off, right?”

“She did, finally.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is I was dry humped at work.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Darius! Never mind! No pegging tonight! I’m not even in the mood anymore.” Heather pushed the giant, harnessed schlong off the bed. It hit the floor with a rubbery thud and a clang of buckles. She turned on her side; her back to Darius.

“Babe, I’m sorry...” he said, reaching out to her. He placed a hand on her side but she nudged it away with her elbow. Darius hated going to sleep with Heather angry at him. He never slept well if she wasn’t happy. “I didn’t mean to upset you, baby. Please, let me make it up...”

Heather didn’t move for several moments, but finally sighed and rolled over.

“Give me head you filthy little beta bitch!”

Darius moved to the end of the bed and quickly got into position as she lifted her enormous legs. As he ducked down into her waiting cunny, she grabbed his head and crossed her heavy legs over his shoulders and back. Her doughy thighs pressed against the sides of his face as he dove into her pungent jungle with an eager tongue.

The rubbery aftertaste of the dildo and her thick juices from the previous climax were abundant. A half-gurgle, half-sputter erupted from his mouth as Heather wrapped her hands around his braids and plowed his face into her wet pussy.

“Tongue my snatch you fucking slut! Clean it up good before I cum again! All over your faggot face!”

Her heavy legs closed around him tightly and his head was crushed between blobs of pasty white flesh. His tongue dove into her slick depths as his nostrils desperately sucked in moist, musty air through her slick pubic hairs.

As Heather began to moan loudly and his tongue was worked raw, Darius could feel his penis rapidly hardening below. His would-be erection ballooned up against the metal confines of his cock cage. It grew ever tighter until pain radiated through his sad, trapped unit.

He grunted and groaned between deep tonguings of his girlfriend’s insatiable cunt. His face was sealed in her steaming beaver by Heather’s fierce grip, crushing thighs and his growing love of her brutal unfairness.

After sitting alone in the Human Resources office for fifteen minutes, Darius was beginning to wonder why he’d bothered to come in early. He’d already checked his socials, scrolled through his newsfeed and memorized every feature of the room. The nameplate on the desk, “Ms. Angela Masters”, stared at him mockingly as he awaited his hearing.

He sighed and began scrolling through his phone’s menu, looking for an app to play with. Moments later he heard sharp foot-falls striking the hallway floor outside. They grew louder until someone entered the room. Darius heard the door shut and soon Angela had walked past him.

“Hello Darius” she said while setting down her briefcase, thermos and a stack of papers. She didn’t even look at him as she spoke. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hi Angela” he said, not exactly sure if he should address her formally or informally. They’d met a few times in the hallway and at company events, but rarely spoken more than a polite greeting to each other. “Good to see you too. I wish it was under better circumstances.”

The tall, slim brunette turned on her heels and shot Darius a disapproving glance. “Ms. Masters” she said, pointing to her nameplate. With her black rimmed glasses, maroon leather jacket, white blouse, navy short skirt and leather boots she looked every bit the ice cold, corporate lawyer. Or perhaps a librarian from hell.

“My bad” Darius replied, grimacing.

“I’ll let it go this time” Angela said while removing her coat. “Besides, I should be apologizing to you. I got stuck in a meeting.”

He waited for the apology that never came. “That’s ok.”

“Turn your phone off” she said, casting another menacing glance his way. “No phones allowed during interviews.”

Darius powered it down. He held the device up to prove it was off before pocketing it.

“So...” she began as she slid into her high-back office chair on the other side of the desk. “You’ve filed a complaint against Ms. Rhonda Jackson. I’ve already spoken to her about the incident, and she informed me-”

“Wait. What?!?” Darius interrupted. “You spoke to her first?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“But I’m the one who filed the complaint.”

“These days, it’s standard procedure to interview the woman first, regardless.”

“Oh, this is some bullshit...”

“Rhonda told me what happened. If you want to dispute her account, I’m happy to listen. What she described was not altogether different, but much more innocent, than what you outlined in your statement. This is going to come down to he says / she says. Unless you happen to have a recording of the event?”

Darius thought about his phone. He had a good idea why she’d asked him to turn it off.

“No. Nothing like that.”

“Well then, let me blunt. Rhonda has a spotless record. She’s one of very few women who work here and she has seniority over you. On top of that, your recent behavior has given the higher-ups some cause for concern.”

“My behavior?”

“All the new body mods” she said, pointing to the jewelry adorning his face. “I see you’ve added a nose ring. And last week you came to work wearing lipstick?”

Darius sighed internally. He knew that was going to bite him in the ass.

“That was an accident.”

“An accident?” She picked up a plastic ruler from the desk and began flexing it in her hands as she leaned back in her chair. “How does one accidentally put on lipstick before going to work?”

“I didn’t. I woke up late that day and I didn’t get a chance to wash before ... Look, it’s personal.”

“So you’re not bathing before coming to work either? My, you are a filthy boy! Personally, I don’t have a problem with the jewelry or lipstick, but it does violate our dress code for men and it’s become a bit of a distraction.”

Darius was flabbergasted. He was out of words. He gazed back at Angela, his mouth half-open as he tried to think of a way to salvage the rapidly floundering interview.

“Would you say you’re a boot licker, Darius?”

“ ... Excuse me?”

“Do you like to lick boots? A woman’s leather boots, in particular.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Are you serious about remaining employed? Because if you are, I have boots that need polishing.” She kicked her feet up on the desk. The leather of her footwear gleamed from the bright ceiling lights. “I have an ass that needs kissing too. Not compliments mind you-”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Actual kissing of my ass.” She grinned deviously. “But compliments are welcome too.”

“I’m done. Effective immediately.”

Angela lifted her boots from the desk and smiled. “That’s a shame, Darius, but I understand your decision.”

He stood from his chair and headed for the door as she continued speaking.

“I’ll tell security to let you clean our your locker before they escort-”

SLAM

*****

Darius was surprised when he pushed his key into the lock and found no resistance when he turned it. That was odd. Heather and Shireen should both be at work. The door should’ve been locked. He pocketed his keys, pulled the door open and entered.

“Hello? Heather??? You home?”

“Yup! In the living room!”

Darius walked down the hallway, set down the bag carrying his locker items and strode into the living room. There was Heather, sitting Indian style on the sofa, typing away on her laptop. She was wearing sweat pants and a lycra top that barely contained her meaty curves.

“Hey baby. What you doin home? You call out?”

“Nope. I quit last week.”

’Oh shit... ‘

Her matter-of-fact statement hit him like a sledge hammer. Her job had only been part time. If she’d told him that yesterday it would’ve been a surprise, but no big deal. Now they were both jobless. Darius was gonna have to find another gig really fast.

“When were you planning on tellin me?”

“At the right time” she said, looking up from her computer. She smiled innocently. “Why are you back so early?”

Darius scratched his forehead before folding his arms defensively. “Well, baby. That’s the thing. I kinda...”

Her eyebrows raised, waiting for him to continue.

“I quit too.”

Heather snickered. “Wow. Meeting went that well, huh?”

Darius grimaced. “Yeah, not so great.”

She laughed and shook her head before returning to her work. “I told you not to make a mountain out of a molehill.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard, clacking away.

“Well I’m glad you think it’s funny, cause it doesn’t sound like either of us qualifies for unemployment. We got no income.”

“Not true” she replied, holding up her index finger sternly.

“How’s that?”

“Come over here” she said, patting the sofa cushion next to her. Darius unfolded his arms, walked to the couch and sat down beside her.

Heather navigated through a few links before turning the laptop so he could get a better look. Where she pointed, the screen displayed a dollar amount just shy of four digits. “We’ll have at least this much coming in every month from now on. More over time.”

“Ok. That’s almost enough to pay our half of the rent, but not the rest of our bills. Where’s it coming from?”

With a few keystrokes, Heather surfed to her homepage. The words Duchess Daphne Divine appeared in big letters beside a picture of her posing in a corset and fishnets. Her face was hidden behind a Victorian mask, but the body and eyes were undoubtedly hers. Darius had never heard of the website, but it was obviously one of those sites where people could subscribe and pay someone directly for their “services.”

“So this is what you’ve been up to. And when were you going to tell me about this?”

“At the right time” she repeated with a sly grin.

“You’re not selling nudes, are you?”

SLAP

Heather reflexively smacked him across the chest.

“Ow!”

“Of course not! A proper Goddess doesn’t disrobe for a bunch of pay-pigs!”

“So what is this? Like feet pics and cleavage shots?”

Heather cocked her head, her blonde locks shaking as she offered him the stink eye and a sardonic sneer.

“So far, it’s mostly just pics in my Domme outfits and a little interacting with my fans.”

“You have fans?”

“More every week.”

“And they’re paying you that much? Just for clothed pics and chit chat?”

“Mmmhmm, and this is nothing! It’s really gonna start growing when I start posting videos.”

Darius raised his hands, his palms outstretched. “Whoa! Baby, slow down. I’m gonna get another job. You don’t need to do all that!”

Heather’s shimmering green eyes locked on his. “I want to do this. And I want you to help me.”

“What?!?”

“I’m going to need someone to help with the camera work. And someone to co-star in my videos. You don’t want to give that honor to another sub, do you?”

“Baby, wait a minute...”

“Darius, you just quit the only job you’ve had since finishing trade school. If I’m not mistaken, you left on bad terms. What do you think is gonna happen when you interview at another shop and they call your only previous employer to ask about you?”

’Fuck... ‘

Darius hadn’t thought that far ahead. She was right. Getting a second gig without a good reference would be tough.

“It might take a while, but I’ll score something eventually. I can work a part time in the mean time!”

“No. I don’t want you working a hazardous job anymore. And I don’t want you working in some retail hell either. I want you right here, under my thumb where you belong.” She slid closer to him and put her hand on his thigh. “It’ll be good for our bank account and our relationship! Say yes, Pookie.”

Darius didn’t know what to say. She kept upending his life and this was just the latest big change she was asking for. It felt like his existence was spinning out of control. Or maybe it was completely under control. Her control. He couldn’t deny it was exciting.

“I ... let me think about it for a-”

She moved her hand to his crotch and brushed it over his caged unit before giving his balls a firm squeeze. “Say yes, Dana.”

His heartbeat spiked. Darius’ mouth went dry. Her eyes were green steel cutting right through his soul.

“ ... Yes.”

She released his testes and gave him a playful swat on the thigh. “That’s more like it!”

Heather turned back to her laptop and noticed the clock in the monitor’s corner. “Oh! It’s almost time for my story!”

“Your story?”

“Yeah, now that I’m staying home I started watching the soaps again. What can I say? Mom got me hooked when I was young.” She shrugged cheerfully before moving the computer off her lap and getting up.

Heather stretched her arms upward and flexed her hips from side to side. She shook out the kinks after being seated awkwardly on the couch for a while. Her ample ass stuck out prominently in the gray cotton of her pants, the elastic waist stretching around her considerable girth.

“Lay down, Pookie. Face up!” she commanded over her shoulder.

Darius smiled and moved to comply as Heather retrieved the TV remote. By the time she returned, he was relaxing comfortably with his hands behind his head.

“Move down farther! I want your face in the middle of that first cushion.”

Darius’ cock twitched in its metal housing. He knew where this was going and the blood had already begun flowing to his member. He pushed himself down the sofa as Heather stripped off her sweatpants and underwear. Soon her bulbous, peach-toned ass was hovering just above him.

As he stared up at his girlfriend’s giant, fleshy cheeks, covered in lovely creases and patches of cottage cheese cellulite, she looked over her shoulder and spoke to him sternly.

“I did my aerobics about twenty minutes before you got home. Haven’t showered yet. Why should I when I have you to clean my ass? I’m going to enjoy my show now. Get to work, slut!”

Darius was cast into complete darkness as she lowered her massive, sweaty shelf-ass onto his head. Her full weight fell onto his face smoothly. His nose and mouth were sealed in the deepest part of Heather’s crack as she shimmied on him, making sure he was jammed as far into her rear as he possibly could be.

He inhaled deeply of her sweaty musk before extending his tongue and lapping away at her taint. The feeling of compressed ass flesh pushing down on every square inch of his face felt heavenly. It was difficult to breathe, but Darius didn’t care. What little air he could suck through flattened nostrils was one hundred percent pure Heather.

She rocked her ass back and forth over Darius’ face for the next fifteen minutes, guiding where his tongue should go. She lifted her full weight from his nose and mouth only occasionally to give him a few scant breaths before dropping her gelatinous mass back on his eager nose and mouth.

Darius moaned in her depths, swabbing his tongue up and down wherever Heather demanded he do so. His neck, sandwiched between the sofa and her crushing flab had no room to move. He could only lick and probe where his demanding Domina let him. His nose ring dragged across her flesh, stinging his healing septum with every lick and brush, but it was worth it. So worth it to an ass fiend like him.

Heather rose from the sofa and turned, her pussy visibly dripping as she stared lustfully at her drooling, sweaty, mess of a boyfriend. She leaned down, grabbed him by the chin and shook his face a few times before releasing it and scorching his cheek with her palm.

SMACK

“Thank me for rescuing you from your old life.”

“Thank you for the wonderful new life, Mistress!”

SMACK

“Use my new name!”

“Thank you Duchess Daphne!”

SMACK

“Do you know what this is practice for?”

“ ... Mistress?”

SMACK

“The rest of your life, bitch! Now get your tongue in my asshole!”

She turned and lowered her mountainous ass onto his face once again. Darius’ left cheek, scorched from several slaps, was granted the soothing balm of doughy, white flesh. His face was thrust into her saliva and sweat drenched crack as Heather positioned her pucker directly over his mouth.

Darius’ wet tongue speared into her silky cavern as Heather settled in to watch the rest of her show. Forty five minutes of wondrous ass worship proceeded as he sucked, slurped and tongued at his Goddess’ silky portal.

It was Thursday afternoon and Darius moved around the condo, swishing his feather duster over every surface that needed his attention. His black high heels clicked on the hard wood floor as he moved from room to room. Almost every square inch of his body was covered in shiny satin and clingy silk.

Heather dressed him every day now, and each time he was dressed as a maid she found another garment or accessory to add to his ensemble. Black arm-gloves extended all the way past his elbows and white stockings crept up to mid-thigh. Light, wispy petticoats traveled from his waist down to his knees and under them, silky ruffle panties encircled his locked manhood snugly.

He couldn’t deny these garments felt amazing on his bare skin. Darius couldn’t think of another time when the simple act of wearing clothes put him in such constant communication with his body. Every turn, every bending motion, every flourish made his entire form tingle with the thrill of forced femininity.

Darius wished his chastity cage was off, if only so he could feel that wonderful velvet texture against his cock. He knew better than to ask for luxuries, though. He was beginning to wonder if Heather would ever unlock him again.

No sooner did he think about his big, beautiful woman than she walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a tight, mint green top and light purple shorts; one hand clasped to her forehead. Her body was almost Easter egg-like in the combination of pastel colors. She eyed Darius with a look of pure irritation.

“You’re still not finished dusting? Get moving! You got other chores.”

Her thick body brushed past him, her pudgy curves pressing against his frilly uniform as she headed for the bathroom with her palm clutching the top of her head.

“I’m almost finished. You ok, baby?”

He heard Heather open the cabinet and rattle around the shelves, looking for something. Moments later she reappeared.

“No, I’m not ok! I have a splitting fuckin headache and we’re out of Tylenol!”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just go get me some!”

“Get some ... where?”

“The convenience store on the corner. It’s not far.”

“I ... I better get changed.”

Heather’s expression turned furious, her eyes glaring in disbelief. “You’re going to make me wait when I’m in pain?!?”

Darius opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. He had nothing to say that wouldn’t make things worse. He was mortified. Darius knew this day was coming, but he’d hoped it wouldn’t be so soon. He was going to reveal his new self to the world.

“GO! NOW!” she shouted, no doubt exacerbating her condition.

He dropped his duster and snapped into action; stopping only at the entrance of their room to grab his wallet. Lacking any pockets, he stuffed it down the front of his dress and headed for the door, the silky petticoats swishing all around him.

As he stepped into the hallway, Darius hoped the store was as close as he remembered. The pavement wouldn’t be kind to his high heels and his feet were already killing him.

Darius was visibly sweating. He prayed that his makeup wasn’t running too bad. The cross-dressing maid looked up and down the medicine shelf at the convenience store’s meager offerings. It was no pharmacy, but it had most of the things you might need in a pinch. He scanned the rack of pain relievers until he found what he needed: Top Care Acetaminophen. 500 mg Extra Strength. 100 capsules. It wasn’t name brand, but it would do.

He grabbed the small bottle and hurriedly moved to the front counter to pay for it. Darius wanted to get this errand over with as quickly as possible. The looks of disgust, gazes of intrigue and colorful comments he’d received on the way here had already put him on edge.

Darius got in line and a woman walked up behind him. He retrieved his wallet from the front of his dress as they waited for the man at the front of the line to pay for his booze and lottery tickets.

“Nice dress, honey. I like the shoes too!” the woman behind him said with a chuckle.

Darius froze. He wasn’t sure what to do. He pretended he hadn’t heard her over the low hum of filler pop music playing in the store.

Finally, the man in front of him collected his brown paper bag of vices and moved to exit. Darius walked forward and found himself face-to-face with an amused looking middle-aged woman. She had curly red hair and wore a white apron over her clothes. She eyed him up and down, her eyebrows arching as he drew near.

“Oh my god! Another sissy in a dress? Is it just me or has there been a five-fold increase in bitch-made sissies lately?!?”

The woman behind Darius laughed, cutting off her guffaws with a hand over her mouth. His nerves spiked and his heartbeat shot through the roof. His palm was sweaty around the bottle of meds as he set it on the counter and nodded at it.

“That’ll be all.”

The clerk ignored him. “So, is this something you enjoy? Or is it a ‘Mistress made me do it’ kind of thing?”

“Mam, that’s really none of your business.”