Brandi spoke nervously to her friend Jessica before she hung up the phone, "you're sure this will work?"
Jessica understood her friend's fears, ever since they had begun discussing this plan of action. Jessica knew that Brandi was just starting to explore the depths of female dominance, and she knew that Brandi was worried about how her boyfriend, Brian, would react to their plan, as well as worrying about her own role. But above all else, Jessica envied the excitement that her friend was feeling under the nervous anxiety. "He'll be perfect," Jessica said before she hung up.
Brandi snapped her phone shut and put it down on the table as she looked around. Everything was set up. She walked around, double checking everything, as she considered how she had gotten to this point. She loved her boyfriend dearly. She knew Brian would do absolutely anything to make her happy, and that knowledge filled her heart.
Brandi readjusted the candles and fine chinaware on the dining room table, as her thoughts wondered to her experiences with Brian. Brian was very submissive sexually, and while Brandi had a fairly ample sexual imagination, her playtime with Brian had been her first true real flesh and blood exploration of kinkiness. And she loved her boyfriend's submission in almost every way. Controlling him exhilarated her. And each time she made his face blush with humiliation, she felt her own temperature rise in other ways.
Brandi examined herself in the mirror, the clingy red fabric of her short dress highlighted her curves and hips. The matching three inch heels, the black stockings, and the garter belt that occasionally could be glimpsed as she moved, all completed her look and feel of total sexuality. She winked at herself in the mirror, knowing that such a wink would instantly excite any heterosexual male. Which brought her to thinking about Brian. The sex with him was often kinky, and often very good, but there was still just a little something missing. Brandi had confided to her friend Jessica, sometimes she just wanted to be dominated. She did not want to date a dominant male. She did not even really want Brian to sometimes be dominant, as she did not want to change anything about him. Still, sometimes she just craved the excitement of just being taken by an Adonis.
And so Jessica had helped her set up this evening, and set up Derrick for the evening. Jessica had promised that Derrick would be just perfect for her plans.
As Brandi turned down the oven in the kitchen, just to keep the meal warm, the door bell rang. Seven o'clock, exactly on time. She opened the door, and greeted her boyfriend, her slave, Brian. Brian's mouth hung open as he viewed his girlfriend, his Mistress. He fumbled for his words, before finally saying, "you look ravishing."
Brandi blushed slightly at the compliment, as she thanked him and welcomed him inside. Brian took notice of the romantic setting of the house, the candles, the aromas from the kitchen, as he looked at Brandi curiously, "You didn't have to go to all this trouble. I thought we were going out to dinner."
With a mischievous grin, Brandi replied, "Oh... I really wanted to do this . . . . but I hope you don't think I'm serving you."
Brian smiled lovingly in response, familiar with their Mistress/slave rituals, "Of course not Mistress Brandi . . . "
She took him by the wrist and led him to the bedroom. Spread out on the bed was a full french maids outfit, from ruffled apron and tiny skirt, to high heels and stockings. "Get yourself dressed Brianna, I need a maid tonight."
From the look on his face, Brandi knew she had excited her slave. One of their most special games was when she turned her boyfriend into "Brianna," whether as a cheer leader, or a nurse, or tonight as a maid. She knew it brought Brian simultaneous embarrassment and excitement. His voice would quiver, which made her tingle. She loved having this effect on him.
She left him to get dressed as she returned to the dining room, lighting the candles and pouring two glasses of wine. As she heard "Brianna's" footsteps, she turned around and beamed her beautiful smile at him, "you look so pretty tonight."
Brian looked down at the ground shyly, as she reached for her purse and withdrew a tube of fire red lipstick. Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she approached him, placing her hand delicately on his cheek to lift his head, and lift his eyes to meet her gaze. "My pretty little girl," she said, as she began to apply the lipstick, filling out his lips and completing his feminine transformation.
He gulped audibly and closed his eyes as she completed the lipstick. She began to feel the early tingles of excitement, as she felt Brian surrendering to her. She knew that he had very little will remaining in her presence, he belonged to her. When she completed the makeup, she directed him to look at himself in a large mirror that hung on one side of the room.
They both looked together. Brandi, the perfect sight of a vixen in red, and Brianna, the little sissy dressed as a maid in an outfit that was intentionally too small. Brandi elaborately began to examine her slave, adjusting his outfit. She smoothed out the blouse as she knelt down, to make sure that Brian's stockings were pulled firmly tight. The maid's skirt barely covered Brian's groin, so as she knelt down, she noticed the strain of his arousal against the ruffled white panties. Brian was a mere five inches, but those five inches stood fully at attention, with the tip of his cock poking out of the top of the frilly panties.
From her position on her knees, she looked up at Brian. She knew that he was looking down at her, gaping down at her cleavage being shown off by her dress. She ran her hands up the inside of Brian's leg, the feel of the nylon of the stockings that he was wearing sending shivers through both of them.
She felt his breathing deepen as she ran her hand up his inner thigh, disappearing under the short skirt. She cupped his testicles, and could feel his erection squirm. She pressed her head under the hem of the skirt, planting a kiss in the middle of the white panties, leaving the red impression from her lipstick. "I hope you're tiny little hard-on won't get in the way of being a good sissy maid for me," she teased her boyfriend and slave.
"I'll be good Mistress Brandi . . ." Brian responded in a hypnotic daze, which was interrupted by the doorbell.
Brandi grinned in evil delight as she jumped to her feet. Brian looked surprised, as he was certainly not expecting company. Brandi announced, "Good . . . my date is here."
"You're . . da .. date?" Brian could barely choke out the words.
His response delighted Brandi who put her arms around Brian and drew him near. Her face was just an inch from his face, as she licked her lips and whispered in reply, "My darling slave, I hope you didn't think that this romantic dinner was for you."
She pressed her mouth against his, invading with her tongue, as they shared a deep moment of sensual affection. As the kiss broke, she reassured him, "Don't worry Brian . . . you are my love . . . my boyfriend . . . my slave . . . and my slut . . . but tonight, I thought we would enjoy a frivolous date."
The doorbell rang again, as their guest grew a bit impatient. "Now go answer the door," Brandi instructed her sissy french maid.
She stood back and gave Brian a quick spank on his ass, prompting him towards the front door. Brian took a deep breath, but then pushed back his fear to give his Mistress a nervous smile.
As Brian opened the door, Brandi took in the view of the two men at the doorway. Even from the quick view, the two men could not be more different. Where Brian might be described as average height and fit, Derrick was over six feet tall, and muscular. Where Brian was dressed as a sissy, Derrick wore blue jeans and a tight black shirt that showed off his biceps to full advantage.
"You must be the boyfriend," Derrick said to Brian as he stepped inside and let out a deep laugh, "but you don't look like much of a boy."
Brandi stepped forward to make the introductions, "this is our maid for the evening, Brianna . . . Brianna, this is Derrick."
"Nice to meet you," Brian answered, his voice barely louder than a whisper as he looked down at the floor.
"Be respectful to our guest," Brandi snapped at her slave, "he is your superior this evening, you will address him as Sir."
"Nice to meet you Sir," Brian repeated obediently, but in an even quieter voice. Watching Brian so utterly humiliated made Brandi tingle, but she was proud of her slave.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to steal your girlfriend," Derrick began to say as he took Brandi's hand. With predatory eyes, he gazed up and down Brandi's body. As she felt her hand held by his strong hand, Brandi felt her own knees become weak, and felt her heart jumped as Derrick finished his thought, "yeah.. I'm not going to steal your girlfriend, but I'm definitely going to fuck her."
Where Brandi always felt confident and dominant with Brian, and while she loved those feelings, at the moment she began to feel a submissive yearning and a lack of control. "You can at least eat dinner first," she said flirtatiously, as she led Derrick to the dining table.
As they began to take seats, Derrick teasingly apologized, "Sorry, but with the way you look . . . . It's hard for me to resist just ripping that dress off you and throwing you on the ground."
Brandi noticed Brian standing off to the side, not sure what to do with himself. She smiled to herself, she did love him so much. How many other boyfriends would sit back and so submit to their girlfriend's fantasies? Of course, Brian was even more lucky to have a girlfriend with such heightened sexual desires. "Don't just stand there Brianna, pour us some wine, and serve us our first course."
And so the dinner began and continued. Brianna served as their sissy French Maid, gradually becoming slightly more comfortable and proficient at his service. Derrick and Brandi enjoyed a flirtatious dinner. He moved his chair next to hers, and ran his hand up her leg as he whispered into her ear. She seductively giggled at Derrick's jokes, and she occasionally glanced towards her slave. She thought she could see the mixed emotions in Brian's face, the jealousy that his girlfriend was throwing herself at another man, the humiliation that came with it, but she also knew she saw excitement and arousal in his face. In turn, the various conflicts brought her own arousal.
