Just Let Me Lead
- S- 25
- Marcos - 26
Chapter 3
After the abrupt end to our steamy interaction, Marcos and I had a surprisingly normal dinner. The takeout he had gotten smelled so incredible and that, coupled with my minds arousal induced foginess, made me feel somewhat space out for much of the dinner. It wasn’t until halfway through eating that I realized I was still in a state of indecency. I didn’t notice until Marcos eyes drifted downward while I was halfway through a box of Chow Mein. I looked down and practically screeched as I realized I had never tucked myself back into my shorts. In my haste to cover myself back up I spilled my food all over the my chest and down my stomach and onto my shorts.
“Oh my… you made such a mess.” Marcos said softly, his hand drifting over to pick some noodles my sleeve. “You should take those things off before you make an even bigger mess.”
“Um, no, I can just clean this off.”
“I don’t think you heard me baby.” His fingers danced along my chest until they reached the metal circle laced into the fabric around my throat. His finger looped through the latch and pulled me closer to his face. “I said, take those clothes off. And don’t forget how you are to refer to me.” I gulped slightly and hung my head. I had already forgotten.
“Yes sir, sorry sir.” I quickly got up and stripped the soiled clothes off of me. They fell to the floor along with the all the food I had spilled. He raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the mess.
“Are you going to leave a mess on your floor? Is this what I have to expect when I move in here with you. If so, I might need to reconsider my moving in here.”
“Sorry master, I’ll clean it up right now.” I I crumbled up the clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket and quickly swept up the mess that I had made. When it was done I eagerly ran back to stand beside Marcos. I wasn’t sure why but I didn’t want to sit down until he said I could. He seemed to notice me standing, eagerly waiting for his commands.
“Oh baby, you don’t need permission to sit down, you got everything cleaned up. You did such a good job.”
“Thank you sir, I just wanted to be sure. I don’t want to disobey you.” I eagerly joined him at the table and we continued our meal. There was silence but the air was so heavy with tension that it might as well have spoken volumes. Marcos was still fully dressed for a day at the office, his eyes scoured over me as I, meanwhile, was fully exposed. The power imbalance made my chest tighten. He was in charge, I was to obey. It was a silent agreement that was more than clear to both of us and I was more than enthusiastic to agree to it.
When we finished our meal Marcos let me know that he had to run to his apartment to drop off and pick up some stuff, but that he would be right. In the meantime he instructed me to shower and shave all of my body hair. He wanted me nice and clean and smooth. He called it further proof of my submission to him and his first command for me to complete without his supervision. I eagerly followed his orders and by the time he returned I was bare from my face to my toes. Marcos set down a black duffel bag on the table and approached me slowly as I stood nervously in the kitchen waiting for his approval. He ran his fingers across all the smooth surfaces on my body and smiled. I shivered at his gentle touches and so desperately wanted to wrap my hands around him and pull him close. I resisted and stayed still with my hands at my side.
He kissed my cheek gently before pulling us apart to hold my face and look at me lovingly. The pad of his thumb rubbed across my cheek and moved in slow circles.
“Before we move any further I want to be sure that you want this. I don’t want you to feel rushed or like we are going too fast.” I smiled as his gentle words and pressed my face into his hand. I kissed his thumb and gave the pad a small lick. His eyes went wide and I saw small flicker of desire cross them both as I suggestively ran the top of tongue across the sensitive flesh of his fingers.
“Maybe we are going too fast, Sir.” I said, prying my mouth away from his fingers only long enough to speak, “maybe we are, it’s true. But it’s been years since I have wanted something this badly and I see that exact same want in your eyes. The need for this. I’m going to put my faith in your intentions and your character and trust that you will not cause me pain.” I leaned in close to his ear mustering my sultriest and most suggestion voice possible to finish my answer “unless I’ve been naughty of course.”
His eyes caught mine as I pulled my lips away from his ear. Lust filled his eyes, clearly consuming his brain which, just for a moment, had worried that we were rushing things. Anything thought along those lines was clearly dead. He pulled me back in and began marking my neck with sloppy rough kisses that trailed from my chest up my ear. Everyone felt like he was both desperately trying to display his affection for me while also hungrily trying to mark me as his. When he got to my ear he laced one of his hands into my hair. I let out a loud moan as my head was pulled back. He but the love of my ear gently and a second moan tumbled from my lips. He slowly let go of my love and whispered his next command softly into my ear.
“On your knees pet,” I obeyed without hesitation and fell to my knees. His hand stayed clutching my hair as I went down. He kept my head tilted back so eyes stayed locked with his the entire time. I was sure that mine were full of a look that desperately asked the question “did I do a good job?” He gave me a soft smile and kissed my cheek again.
“Good boy, obeying Daddy’s every command.” My whole body shivered with satisfaction. I wanted more praise. I wanted to please him. Satisfy him. Make sure he was happy and had everything he could ever need.
“Baby, I am going to ask you one more time… are you sure this is what you want? We are still, frankly, strangers to each other. Regardless of whatever pull or attraction there may be, this is a huge step. I want to be sure you want it.:”
“I want it. I want this more than I thought I could want anything. The idea of you taking my responsibilities and stresses offmy back makes me want to serve you like you were my king. For the first time in years tomorrow doesn’t terrify me. It excites me. And for that you deserve everything I could possibly offer. You ask for it and I’m yours. I will try to make you happy and please you. You could set me to work cleaning the floor of the shop in my underwear or just bend me over the couch and have your way with me, I don’t care. I’ll do anything to please the person who has made me love tomorrow again.” I felt tears in my eyes as I said these words. I looked up at Marcos and saw some selling up in his too. He leaned down and gave me a single gentle kiss.
“Very well my sweet. In that case, I have some commands. As my property you shall look as such.” He pulled out from his duffle bags a few items. “Our agreement to wait a week to do anything still stands, but in the meantime you will be adjusting to your new role and must look the part. The first is this.” He held out a black collar that one could mistake for a choker if they didn’t look too closely.
“From this point onward, you are to wear this.” He clasped it around my neck and my hand ghosted along the leather and then the metal tag that hung at my throat. “It says that your my property and has my phone number on it. If this week goes well, I will have it engraved for you with your name or perhaps the name I give you. But I want to see if you still want this life when this week is up.”
“Thank you Daddy.” I said, my voice and eyes filled with lust. The collar was unlocking something in me. I loved it. He saw the look in my eye and chucked. He was amused but also looked please to see the pleasure in my eyes. He reached into his bag and produced another item. This item was something I didn’t recognize at first but realized what it was as soon as it was in my hand. It was a small pink plastic cage. A cock cage to be more specifically. I had always wanted one but chickened out in the end.
“You are to wear this at all times, unless I let you out, understand. This represents your complete subservience to me. You and your body are mine now. Your ability to be free of this is mine alone. When and if you can get hard, are up to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Daddy,” I whispered my voice dripping with excitement.
“Good now hold still I need to get you soft for this.” I glanced down when he said that and saw him carrying a plastic cup full of ice cold water. He dipped my cock and balls in the cup and my whole body shook and spasmed at the feeling. It was cold in a way I have never experienced before. I looked down to watch but still held my hands at my side, not daring to move them. When I was finally soft enough Marcos carefully threaded my cock and balls through the base ring and then inserted my flaccid dick into the cage before locking it. I watched as he twisted the single key jangling in his hand. He pulled out his keys and added it to the mix. My eyes clouded with lust. Everytime I saw his keys my eyes would find the single key amongst them that displayed his ownership of me. I felt a small moan slip through my lips and my eyes shifted to meet my master’s.
“Can I feel it Master? I am not trying to feel myself in that way, I just want to touch it and see what I do feel…” he smiled and nodded his silent approval. I quickly ran my fingertips along the cool plastic of the cage. My dick tried to harden in the cage but only managed to get slightly firmer before being stopped. The feeling was uncomfortable but it also created this other feeling alongside it. Belonging? This is where I belonged. This is how I belonged. This was where I felt… right. I looked up at Marcos once more. The idea of my cock, my literal pleasure being controlled, being owned by him, that’s what was bringing me so much pleasure. I had no idea when I would cum again and it made everything feel more intense. I couldn’t want to experience everything days and weeks into being denied release.
“Thank you for this, Master, this feels right.” He smiled and kissed my lips slowly.
“Of course baby, I’m glad to see you are accepting your new role so easily. Speaking of which.” He ruffled through the bag and produced a small bundle of clothes. A pair of lacy pink underwear, A pink short skirt, and finally a pink crop top. “This outfit is one of many that I might have you wear either underneath work clothes during the day or around our apartment. You are getting to keep your whole wardrobe, however, I get final say over some aspects, especially what is underneath it all. You will wear what I add or remove or replace from your outfits each day or you will be punished accordingly. Understand?”
I nodded as I carefully lifted the skirt into the air in front of me and studied it. It was much shorter than the other skirts I owned, it covered almost nothing but I knew that was the point. It was the suggestion of clothing, but truly only made me more enticing for him to look at.
“Excellent now be a good boy and put this outfit on.” I excitedly slipped each article onto my body and looked down inspecting myself. The pieces all fit into place on me just right. I felt a warmth fill my gut as I realized this was the first time someone had seen me in a skirt. It filled me with pride and excitement as I passed a milestone I never thought I would. I felt a tear well in my eye and I croaked out a response.
“Thank you sir, this is… this is perfect.” He must have seen or heard the shift in my voice and leaned in close. His eyes were so gentle. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed his body close. I buried my face in his neck and let the intense emotions pass.
“Darling, what’s the matter?”
“Oh it’s silly, you just are the first to see me dressed like this. I thought I was never going to experience it.”
“Aw baby, I’m glad you are finally getting to. Frankly it shocks me you have been dressed like this every day for the entire world to see. It’s a crime people don’t get to see you for what you are, especially when what your are is so fucking sexy…” he kissed my neck and then pulled back from our hug. I grinned and gave him a small kiss in the cheek as he pulled away. He smiled back and gave me a little wink.
He reached into the bag and produced one final thing: a small handful of papers. From a passing glimpse I was able to gather that it was some sort legal like document.
“This is an agreement between us about what this dynamic between us is. It is not legally binding, but rather represents your loyalty and submission to me. It shows me that this is not a fling or a tryst or a passing experience for you. This is what you want. You are agreeing to this and so am I. If you want things to end or change, this is the thing that shows what is set in stone and will help us decide what’s next and make any changes official.” He paused and inspected my reaction. I was surprised to say the least. The idea of a document that laid out clearly what this was between us felt so formal and clinical, but also felt strangely alluring. It played into the idea that I was his to control and direct and here is a document laying out my explicit and tacit agreement to submit to him.
“We will not sign it now. In one week we will look at the document again and you will decide once and for all if this is what you want.”
“Understood sir. Is there anything else?” My voice was a mix of eager curiosity and what I believed to be exhaustion. I was still excited and aroused, but that didn’t change the fact that today had been a long day and everything that had happened had taken a little out my battery. My eyes felt heavy and I just wanted to lie down, sleep, and then jump into my first full day of submission tomorrow.
“Oh baby, let’s head to bed. Do you… do you mind if I stay the night?” I frowned slightly at the question. He softened the exterior of domination again. I could tell he was cautious about going to far, but this was the third time he had checked himself from going too far. I respected what he was trying to do, but I wanted him to understand I wasn’t thing fragile thing that would break. That I would do whatever he wanted at a moments notice. If something wasn’t for me I would let him know but he didn’t need to check for everything. I was his, something he owned now, I wanted him to treat me like so.
“Yes of course master, my place, like me, is yours to use as you wish. I will do anything you want to do to make you feel good and you may do with me whatever you wish. I am yours to control.” I kissed his hand as I said those words. He smiled and his steely facade returned. I felt a warmth spread inside of me. I caused that. For a second he retreated, softened to try and not overstep at this early stage. But I reiterated my willful and eager submission to him and caused his dominant confidence to return. I reminded him I that I eagerly wanted this, needed this, needed to belong to him. He caressed my cheek gently and then pulled me to my feet to pull me into a rough and messy kiss. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up into his arms. The cage that now trapped my cock rubbed against his abs and I let out a soft moan into the kiss at the feeling. I felt him grin and nibble at my bottom lip.
“How does it feel to be caged and locked up baby?”
“It feels incredible sir. Thank you for locking me up. It’s where I belong.”
“That’s right, it’s where you belong. That cock is little more than an accessory on you now. One part reminder of what you used to be, one part of what you truly are, and one part reminder that your pleasure is mine to control.” I moaned as he said these things to me. I was his. I was his. I reiterating in my brain almost like a mantra.
As I ingrained these words into my skull I felt us slowly moving towards my bedroom. I felt my face close to his neck and nuzzled close. I wanted to be as close to my master as possible and never let go. He kicked my blankets to the side with one foot before gently placing me on the bed. I tried to keep my arms and legs wrapped around his muscular body but he ordered me to let go. I obeyed and fell onto the mattress. I peaked up at him. He was examining me. I felt a product at a store, but also like something he needed in order to live. He began pulling of layers of clothing until he was entirely naked. My mouth fell open at the sight of his cock. It was half hard and hung down from his body. Semi flaccid it was 6 inches. I prayed he was a grower so this would not be his full length. I greedily wanted his cock to be so big that I never forgot what it felt like for it to be inside of me.
“See something you like baby?” My eyes fluttered up to look into his. He had a wicked smile on his face. I hadn’t even bothered to hide my oogling.
“Yes Daddy, your cock. It looks so big.”
“Such a greedy cock slut, you know you don’t get to touch this or have any fun with it until this week is over.” He said playfully, his hand had drifted down to gently hold up his cock and balls, like he. Was advertising them.
“But…” I sighed, my mind trying to control itself and its word choice.
“No buts baby. You need to get some sleep.”
“Daddy, can I please do one thing?” My eyes went big as I pleaded into Marcos matching pair.
“Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Can I have one taste?” I asked eagerly. Marcos grinned and mulled it over for a second. Eventually he sighed and gave an answer.
“Fine but I decide where.” He grabbed my hair again and slowly pulled me closer. I inched forward slowly my mouth watering with anticipation.
“Close your eyes baby and stick out your tongue,” I obeyed and closed them. He continued pull me forward until my tongue pressed against his skin. I ran my tongue along the flesh trying to sus out what I was touching and quickly realized his was his balls. Which was my horrible but did make me feel some level of humiliation. I had hoped to taste his cock but I was instead reduced to lapping at his sack. I tried to pull back but his grip on my hair held me in place.
“You wanted a taste, so that’s what you’re getting. Now lick.” He said gruffly. His other hand laced into my hair as well and I moaned as I felt the weight of his shaft press against my forehead. He must have been holding his cock out of the way but now needed both hands to control me. I eagerly obeyed his command and licked around one testicle then the other. I felt the most submissive I had ever felt in my entire life. I was on my hands and my knees, cleaning my masters balls for him while his cock rested on my face. My cock pressed against my cage, desperate for release. My own mind egged me on, encouraging me to do better to please my master. I continued my work eagerly, eventually I felt something wet and sticky run down my forehead. It took a second but I eventually realized that it was Marcos precum dripping down his cock onto me. I felt another shot of warmth course through my body. It was so alluring to think about him marking me with his own release.
After a couple of more minutes I felt the grip on my hair and loosen and he pulled my head away from his scrotum. His cock slipped down my face as I was pulled up to look him in the eye. I moaned as it left a trail of precum across my face. When Marcos finally got to look at me his eyes went wide.
“Baby, you look so sexy. Covered in my precum and your lips and chin covered in your own saliva. You did such a good job.” He ran a thumb across my cheek and pressed some of the liquid it gathered into my mouth. It was slightly salty and warm and made me hunger for more. He pulled me into a rough kiss and pulled us both down onto the bed. Our limbs entangled as we kissed and I moaned as I felt his cock run across my own caged member. After a few more minutes he finally pried my lips off of his and gripped my chin gently to keep me from reconnecting them.
“That’s enough baby, we need some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for both of us.” I whined but relented and pressed my face into his chest as he spoke. “Tomorrow, I’m going to go to my job first thing in the morning and quit. Then, I’m going to come back here for my first day at my new job. You meanwhile will spend your whole day working in your pink overalls with this outfit underneath. Got it?” I nodded into his chest, and wrapped my arms around him. I was so nervous. Tomorrow was the first full day of so much for the both of us. We both were about to take an enormous leap. I could help but ruminate on how fortunate were to have collided. We were essentially answering one another’s problems. Both felt aimless and lost in our lives, unfulfilled, exhausted, disappointed, empty. And here we both were, slotting together like a puzzle piece to fill in those gaps, smooth out those edges. My head felt dizzy as my brain cycled between the sappy romantic nature of it all and the filthy horny images of submission that bombarded my mind. The thing that kept me ground was Marcos slow strokes of my back and his steady quiet breathing. It wasn’t long before I felt myself drift off, probably the quickest I had fallen asleep in months. That was just another problem Marcos had helped me solve.
