(Content warning: Forced magical feminization and a woman with a cock. If ya don't like those things don't read it!)
It all started at my cousin's party. We were boozing and schmoozing. The music blared in the foreground, way above anyone's voice. I was talking to my friend Doug about, well, I don't know. We couldn't hear each other!
"I'm gonna step out for a smoke!" I yelled.
"What?!"
"I said I'm gonna step out for a smoke!" I repeated, pantomiming a cigarette with my hand."
"Oh!"
Doug then said something I couldn't hear. I made my way to the foggy back door. It was winter and as I slid the door open I was met with a harsh chilled breeze. I blinked, stepping out back to catch a little snippet of conversation between two women.
"...and then I just tied him up and he was all mine," a striking girl finished before stopping and looking up at me.
There was a slight awkward pause. I had obviously come out in the middle of something juicy. I broke the silence, trying to fix the awkwardness but also stumbling mentally because what she said was so hot!
"Sorry to interrupt, just needed a smoke. Besides I can't hear a damn thing in there."
"It's okay," the girl replied. She had straight black hair and dark red lipstick. She stared right through me. "You can hear just fine out here, huh?"
I blushed and stuttered as her sweet English accent invaded my ears.
"Uh Um, yeah. Kinky, yeah?"
"Yes, very much so. Are you?"
I was, but I hadn't told anyone before. I figured what the hell.
"Well, yeah I guess I kind of am."
"Oh yeah? Where do you reside on the power spectrum, sweets?
I don't know if you've ever experienced this, but I just didn't know how to tell this obviously dominant woman that I was a total sub. Like, I guess I felt like I couldn't say it without revealing how desperately I wanted her. It felt like just telling the truth was making a bold move. Somehow it didn't occur to me when I told her I was kinky that I would have to explain myself further. What a fool!
In lieu of a response she took a step forward, as if sizing me up. I tried to change my body language to be more confident but it was no use. She had seen what she needed to see.
"Let me guess. You want to be dominated. AND what you just heard turned you on immensely."
I nodded, still speechless.
"Well, I'm Acantha. It's nice to meet you?"
"Jake."
"Jake, pleased to make your acquaintance."
Acantha held out her hand daintily. I shook it, almost feeling like I should kiss it.
"We should get to know each other I think. Be gone, Jade."
Her friend Jade smiled and peeled open the glass sliding door. She disappeared into the sonorous warmth of the house.
"Now, where were we. Oh yes, getting to know each other. Where are you from, Jake?"
"I'm from Atlanta. You?"
"I'm from Boscastle."
"In England?"
"Yes, how could you tell? Clever boy."
I saw a shine in her eye that mesmerized me when she said boy. If she didn't already have me under her spell before she did now.
"Umm, your accent?"
"And who's to say that YOU don't have an accent? We were first after all."
"Well, it's more complicated than that. Non-rhoticity of the "r" sound happened in England after the colonization of the Americas. Same with the difference in "a". So really, I speak more closely to the original English than you do."
"Is that so? Well you really are a clever boy."
That sparkle in her eye again when she said boy. It urged my subservience.
"Yeah, well. I'm majoring in linguistics at the University. But I still think you sound more sophisticated."
"Well, that's very kind of you. But I really come from a farming town. No need to flatter me boy."
That word drove me crazy. I had liked it at first, but now it made me a little uncomfortable. I had this odd feeling I wanted to earn a different title with her. Even if I still wanted to submit. I worked up my courage to stand up for myself.
"Can you please stop calling me boy? It's kind of rude I think."