My First Dominant Girlfriend

Obviously, our relationship had completely changed. During the next four weeks Rebecca had me dressing as Johanna daily. She had purchased an entire wardrobe for me. I continued doing work for Rachel, too, but not one time during the weeks did Rebecca or Rachel say or do anything even remotely sexual. They were going out a lot - obviously without me - but nothing seemed suspicious (in other words, I don't think she had done anything with Mike). Meanwhile, I was dying. I accepted, painfully, that our relationship dynamic had changed, but I stuck with it because I found it so erotic. I found it refreshing to feel, for once in my life, who I was supposed to be: a submissive sissy servant. But without any release I felt I was going to lose my mind. Finally, on a Friday night after dinner I asked Rebecca if we could have a serious conversation. It seemed like she was expecting it.

We sat in the couch. I was wearing a dress with a thong on. I didn't have my wig, but my nails were all painted. I was giving Rebecca a manicure as we talked.

"I just don't know what we are any more. And I know I'm not really your boyfriend any more - or at least not like I used to be. So what are we? I just need to know because I feel like we are so distant," I said. I continued to work on her hands.

"Oh sweetie. I know what you mean. I really do. I've been thinking about this too." She took a big sip of her wine. "So here's the thing. I still love you very much. I care about you. I want you to stay with me here, and I want us to be together."

"Yes, me too but as what?? I mean, if I'm not your boyfriend what am I?"

"You are my -- oh, I don't know, sort of like my girlfriend partner. Like I kind of think of us as loving roommates."

"Roommates??" I had no idea what she meant.

"Well I honestly think we've provided each other with things we really need. I love what you do around the condo, and your cooking, and your company. And I feel like if given you direction on becoming who you really are!"

"I mean....yes...but..." I was searching for understanding, but then she said something that both very sincere and true.

"John....Johanna....seriously. I love you, but let's be honest...I also help guide you in taking care of yourself too. You are so lost without me. I need to control when you cum because you're unable to control yourself. And the thing is, you're a huge pervert!" She let out a laugh. "I'm sorry but it's true. Without my supervision I honestly worry that you'd get into trouble. Stealing women's underwear or something. Or you'd be one of those super creepy foot fetish guys taking pictures of women's feet without them knowing."

She then started to rub my arm. "You need me. And I need you. And Rachel needs you. You mean so much to both of us. So here's what I want to do...and I think it'll help clarify everything."

I kept listening, but wasn't I the one that initiated this conversation? She completely took it over. I didn't mind because I was used to it, but in retrospect it definite manipulation. That said, I still get hard thinking about it all.

"Starting this weekend, I'd like you to move into the guest room."

My face must have looked shocked because she immediately kissed me.

"Little one, it's ok. Mommy will still be here." She did that on purpose. She knew it would make my caged dick ache immediately and I'd be butter in her hands. "We'll make the room nice and pretty for you."

"W-w-what about your office?? And the gym??"

"I'm working back at the office full time now, and the gym will stay. Without the office stuff you'll have plenty of room. Plus I know you like to smell my sweat after I work out." She reached down and rubbed her hand over my cage from under my dress. After 4 solid weeks of no release, the precum was already dripping.

"But...why??"

"Oh, little one. We just aren't a traditional couple anymore. I like exactly what we are but I have other needs. And actually...I think you may have other needs too. And so we need separate rooms."

"I don't understand. And what other needs to I have? What do you mean??" I stopped the manicure and sat on the couch next to her.

"Don't worry about that right now little one. But listen. I have sacrificed my own sex life because I began dating you and feel in love with John. But now that you're Johanna, it's a different kind of love. It's not sexual for me. I will always give you releases, but now I need a real man for that other part."

I started to get a little angry. I said, "but YOU wanted me to be like this! So I don't understand what you're saying!"

She reached back under my dress and grabbed my cage and yanked it toward her. It hurt. "First of all, don't take that tone with me. Secondly, I never ever expected you would go this far. What it shows me Ms. Attitude is that you're deep down a genuine sissy. I wanted a submissive, subservient man. Not a fucking sissy slut."

She let go of my cage. Her tone then became loving again. "I love how you're growing into your own real person, and I'm not going anywhere. I don't want anything to change except this one minor thing. I've done so much for you, and I know you need me....but I need some autonomy to be who I am too. I can't be held captive by our partnership."

I sat in silence. It was all very confusing. My emotions were all over the place. Some how she was the victim? I blurted out "I just don't understand!"

"Oh baby, I know." She pushed up my dress exposing my thong covered cage. She took out the cage key and unlocked me. My dick looked as small as its ever looked: shriveled and curled up. She began to rub all around it. I can't begin go tell you how the touch felt so good after 4 straight weeks of being locked up.

"Theeeeere you go little one." She kept rubbing while looking into my eyes. "Come over and lay your head in my lap."

I laid on her lap and she took out one of her beautiful breasts. She cupped the end and aimed her nipple to my mouth. "Latch on little one. Mommy is here."

My dick became fully hard. She rubbed two fingers over it slowly as I latched and sucked.

"I know you're confused. Sometimes things are complicated and I know it's hard for you to understand. I promise that in time, little one, it'll all make sense, ok?"

I moaned a yes. "Good, keep sucking and relax. You were all so worked up." She continued to rub my hard dick. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

I moaned yes again. "Good. We'll set up your new room tomorrow." She kept rubbing and instinctively started thrusting my hips into her fingers.

"Someone is very horny!" And then she paused for a moment. "Oh wow. I just realized it's been about a month since your last cummies! I can't believe that." The way she was looking away from me told me that she wasn't messing with my head. She had actually not been paying attention.

"Wow. I'm really sorry. That's not what a good mommy does is it?" I moaned no. "Ok then. I think my little one deserves a treat. Get on your knees."

I did as she said. She sat in front of me and made a tunnel or like a cylinder shape with her hand.

"Because I neglected you I am going to give you a special treat. I'm going to allow you to fuck my hand. As fast as you'd like. Put it in."

I took my skinny penis and pointed it at her circled hand and stuck it in. She made it tight for me. I began thrusting in and out.

"Goooood boy. Pump your little clitty!"

I pumped so hard and fast and she hardly moved. It was a reminder of how strong she was and how weak I'd become in terms of muscle. She had me running 10 miles or so a few times a week, and I hardly ever ate meat. We had become mostly vegetarians.

I felt my orgasm building and I started pumping faster. She leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"There you go little. You can do it. Let's get those cummies out. My baby needs a release so badly. You can do it. Do it for mommy."

Right after she said mommy I exploded. I let out a long moan and cum squirted into her hands and all over her and the couch. She rubbed my back as I caught my breath. "Thaaaats my good boy. Yes. Let that cum out."

I collapsed on her lap. She stroked my head for awhile. "You know, I'm proud of how well you did this month for no reward. I think we might aim for one release every 3-4 weeks now. And I don't want to get any attitude from you. But to celebrate our new bedroom arrangement I will let you cum once more tomorrow. Now put your cage back on and clean up."

And that was that. We slept in the same bed for the last time that night. In the morning we began rearranging the guest bed. She had lots of extra furniture, including a bed and a dresser, in storage so we had most everything we needed.

That day was interesting because she was very excited. It occurred to me that sleeping with me must have seemed like an uncomfortable burden at that point. She clearly had lost all attraction to me, but at the same time - in retrospect - I honestly think she did not want to lose a free maid and assistant...basically a full time servant. Don't forget that beyond the simply house chores I also did everything else, and at this point Rachel was depending on me as well.

That evening, after we had finally finished, she left to grab dinner with Rachel. I stayed home and took a bath at Rebecca's suggestion. When she came home later that night I was on the couch in only a robe and my cage watching TV. She came over and sat next to me.

"Hey," I said. Expecting a kiss, but I didn't get one. Had that part of our relationship died too?

"Hey. How was your night?"

I told her while she took off her coat and she told me about her night, which sounded pretty tame. She poured a glass of water, and rather coldly said "ok ...well, I'm off to bed." She walked over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Uhhh....Rebecca?"

She turned as she was about to enter what was now HER room. "What?" But before I could answer she followed that with ... "ohhh goddamn it." She knew exactly what I was asking. i had been thinking about it all day. But now she seemed super pissed that I reminded her of it.

"Sorry," I said. "I just thought--"

"No, it's fine. I told you I would. But that's it for a long while. Im fucking tired of this shit. You're a needy slut."

She grabbed the cage key and threw it at me and told me to unlock myself.

"Let's go into my room. I want this done quickly."

I unlocked my cage and practically ran into her room. She undressed. I thought this meant something really fun she had in mind but she was only putting on her pajamas, which were very tight cotton shorts and a t shirt.

She laid down in the bed as if she were going to sleep.

"I'm tired. You can jerk your skinny little dick while you smell my ass."

She grabbed her phone and started looking at it. I stood there unsure what to do. She shot me a dirty look. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Here!" She turned in her side and stuck her ass out.

I climbed into the bed and awkwardly positioned myself so that my nose could dive directly into her asshole--through her cotton shorts.

As she scrolled through her phone I took huge whiffs of her ass. I wasn't sure if it was sweat but her ass was damp and it smelled strong enough for me. I jerked vigorously and shoved my face even harder against her ass.

"I said smell, NOT push! And don't get your dirty cum on my bed."

So I backed off and kept smelling. Within about 2 minutes I felt a climax and I quickly grabbed my robe and positioned it in front of dick go catch all my cum. As cum started squirting out I let out a moan that Rebecca clearly recognized.

"Good, you're done. Fucking perv. I need to fall asleep now. See you in the morning?"

"Yes, definitely." I put my cage back on, and then awkwardly, I walked out of her bedroom. I went into my new room and passed out. I remember thinking that as happy as I was about being allowed to cum, I had missed her full engagement in the process.