Naya's Toy

This is a love story centered around female domination, feminization, and finding the balance of relationship and sexual control through suggestive practices instead of forced. Each chapter will be a segment of their relationship, focusing on the next step in Naya's long term plans for controlling Alex.

All characters are consenting and over the age of eighteen. Please leave comments or suggestions below!

Chapter 1: Baby Steps

The tight pony Naya had put in before her workout class had thoroughly come undone leaving a wild fray of sweaty hairs sticking everywhere. Small fingers slipped an elastic hair band around her dark ponytail. An avid fitness enthusiast, Naya loved her reformer class, it was one of the toughest workouts there was and it kept her core strong and tight. With a single wipe, she dried the sweat off of her forehead and discarded the towel into the bin.

"Good class today," Meghna said with a huff.

Gulping down half of her water bottle, Naya nodded. She was much more in shape than Meghna, but the reformer class was all based on your own body weight and effort. A long time college best friend, Meghna was a decent looking girl and in alright shape, but did not line up with Naya. Naya was 5'1 and skinny, but very toned. A tight stomach with visible abs and a firm bubble butt that she worked very hard to achieve were items that she proudly displayed often. There was not much in the breasts department, but insecurity never overwhelmed her. The adorable 'girl next door' looks and innocent charm made sure that men were always an option if she wanted them. Most guys drooled over her, but she rarely let them in. Meghna had been pushing her to get back out there and date someone seriously since they moved to the city after college, but she was not interested unless she found someone that was exactly her type.

The two girls stepped out into the warm summer heat and instinctively turned in the direction of their favorite coffee shop. It was not missed on them that the first guy that passed them on the sidewalk turned to see their rears as they passed. Both in trendy workout sets, Naya was wearing a peach colored sports bra and very short matching yoga shorts that let her ass spill out a tiny bit. She never wore a cover up because she loved the attention, and her ass truly was a great sight to behold. Small talk about the week led them to the familiar blue door of the coffee shop, the fragrant smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting in immediately.

A good looking guy who kept fit in the gym and dressed well for his corporate job stood at the front of the line. At around 5'8, Alex was shorter than a lot of guys, but never seemed to struggle with women due to his confidence and bravado. Arrogance was not his style, but he was self aware and had been told that he was quite a good flirt.

Alex turned his head naturally as the door opened to see who entered, relishing in the sight of the two gorgeous women who walked in. Both had light brown skin, Indian or middle Eastern if he had to guess, and were attractive. One was a few inches taller with wavy hair and a curvier build, but the other was much cuter with a straight black ponytail. He swore he saw her caramel eyes glint in the sunlight like a beacon begging him to meet her. The very tight workout clothes showed off her phenomenal body causing him to be instantly aroused. Quickly adjusting his work pants, he turned forward so as to not get caught staring.

Alex asked for his typical mocha order and went to the pick up station to lean against the front windows. Over the top of his phone, he tried to subtly check out the bombshell in the pink. Watching closely, she pulled out her card to pay for her coffee and dropped it on the floor. As if a show meant for him, she turned and slowly bent over to pick it up, her perfect butt staring right back at him.

That couldn't have been an accident

, he thought. In his head, there was no way he could leave the coffee shop without getting her number. The two girls ordered their coffee and headed over to stand right next to Alex.

"Did you two just come from pilates?" He asked, putting forward his most charming front.

Meghna was used to this whenever she was with Naya, but thought that he was actually kind of cute. Naya simply rolled her eyes, "A workout class of sorts. You headed off to work or are you too busy staring at our asses?"

Caught off guard, he decided to ignore her comment. "I'm still waiting for my coffee, then yes off to work."

Naya smirked, "A big important corporate job that you hope will impress us, I'm sure."

"No, not at all. I volunteer all of my hours at the local dog shelter to ensure they all find good homes. It doesn't pay much, but it's rewarding work like you wouldn't believe." He playfully lied.

Looking at his bag, "Huh, didn't realize City One Bank had a department for that."

He played it smoothly, "It's a new program. Maybe I can tell you more about it over dinner tomorrow night."

"Alex!" The barista called out, interrupting their conversation.

"I'd love to hear more about this fake job of yours, but it seems you have to rush off to it, Alex."

The iced mocha was cold to his touch, then he reached into his bag and pulled out one of many contact cards that his office gave him. "Well, you know where to find me..."

"Naya," she finished for him and took the small card with a little bit of sass.

Coffee in hand, there was a quick goodbye and he left the store with little hope of hearing from her, but certainly a new crush.

"Sorry about that." Naya tolled.

"Why'd you blow him off like that? He was cute, charming, and seemingly successful." Meghna complained.

"You can have his number if you want."

"I was invisible to him, as always," she added with an air of annoyance that had plagued her for years, "but you should at least get dinner with him."

"Please, you know how I like my men. You think he'd go for that?" She asked rhetorically.

With scrutinous eyes, Meghna pondered how Naya would handle that interaction. She was well aware of how Naya liked to dominate her men. More times than she would like to admit, she had walked in on her spanking, paddling, and even pegging some sorry guy. It was a bored topic of discussion that Naya liked to control and manipulate her men, turning them into obsessive, pathetic little toys for her own pleasure. It was sadistic in its own nature, but it worked because of how easily men would do anything just for the chance to be intimate with her.

"Maybe he could be. Or you might just find out you like confident, strong men." She sighed, "Honestly, in your own sick way, you might have more fun turning him into one of your pets than just grabbing some pathetic man off the street."

That idea flooded her thoughts the rest of her day. It was always so easy for her to dominate the men she picked. Eventually, it got boring and that is why she stopped dating around. Perhaps a change of pace would be nice. It would take a lot more effort to convince a guy like Alex to become her little plaything. Since college, she had not hooked up with many guys and had gotten way deeper into porn. In her research of female centered pornography, there were some things that she learned and wanted to try out. This could just be the start of a new adventure for herself.

~~~

After a late day at the office, Alex was walking home in the dark. He had spent all day hoping for a text that he knew would never come, but his luck was about to change. Turning the final block to his small studio apartment on the East side of town, he felt the buzz in his pocket. A simple text from an unknown number showed above his lock screen:

Dinner tomorrow night at Dolce's in Midtown. Be there at 7 and wear a nice tie, don't be late - Naya

His stomach dropped with nervousness but he was excited. Typing rapidly, he told her that he would be there and then added an extra pep into his step getting home. There were not too many options to choose from if he needed to wear a tie, but he looked through his closet and picked his best shirt and pants. Tailored navy pants and a fitting sport jacket paired well with a strong white button down. Flashing out of the corner of his eye, a great silver tie called his name. Moving to the bathroom, he took his time carefully shaving and washing his face.

On the other side of town, Naya flicked through the options in her closet to find something irresistible to wear. After several internal debates on her outfit choice, she decided on what she thought would be a perfect blend of sexy and classy. It was standard for her to proudly show off her body and a lot of skin, but the restaurant she picked was quite high end. On her bed lay a pair of three inch ruby red stiletto heels, a pair of strapless black lace hold up stockings, and a lacy red bra that would show through the thin material that covered the chest. The dress was one of her favorites; a short black bodycon dress with flashes of mesh in particularly sexy areas. To everyone's delight, her ass would only barely be covered, allowing for many "accidental" viewings.

She grabbed a leather black jacket, put it next to the rest of the outfit, and selected her final addition that she loved to wear on dates; a two inch long, metal butt plug with a red heart-shaped gem on the base. It acted to keep her horny during the date, as well as she loved to bend over and show off the butt plug to her spying dates. Teasing men was one of her favorite activities, and this was one of her most effective methods of making men go crazy. Excitement for the date with Alex was rising within her now. It had been so long since she had gotten laid, and she was at least looking forward to that aspect.

~~~

The sun was still out when Alex left work this time, having gotten permission to leave the office a little early for his date. He stood outside Dolce's at 6:55pm in his sharp navy suit and silver tie. Observing the restaurant, it looked as though it had been around since the early twenties. It had an old architecture to it, and oozed authenticity. He had never heard of Dolce's before and they did not have a website to even look at the menu, so he was lost as to how expensive it would be. Entering the dimly lit restaurant, he asked the hostess if they had a reservation under Naya. An angry looking Italian woman with a thick accent told him that he needed to wait for her outside.

The wind buffeted occasionally as he watched for anyone approaching that could be her. He thought it would be a bad look to be standing there on his phone when she arrived, so he left himself to his thoughts.

Would she even show up? Was he way out of his league?

The restaurant was intimidating, and his confidence was being whittled away with every minute that she did not show up.

At exactly 7, a large black SUV with tinted windows pulled up and a large driver, bald and wearing a black suit, got out and walked around the car. The driver opened the door, and Alex watched as two red heels poked out of the door. Dusting off his coat, he tried to keep his cool as he saw Naya step onto the sidewalk in her short dress. He had already thought that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen when she had just finished a workout class, now when she was all put together and wearing makeup, he was certain of that fact.

Naya walked toward him with a cheerful expression on her face. "I'm glad you could make it, Alex."

Words could not find his mouth as he tried to think of something to say. Her caramel colored eyes and red lips were so distracting that he stuttered.

"I remember you being a little smoother than that, but I'll take the compliment." She walked past him, beckoning him to follow.

Alex was still taller than her by quite a few inches, but she seemed more intimidating wearing her heels and dressed so devilish. The hostess clearly knew who Naya was and welcomed her with a smile. While following the two women to a back room, Alex was taking in the restaurant. A bar lined the right side wall and extended quite far, full of patrons that fit the part. Several cigars were actively being smoked, and all conversation was kept to a minimum hush. The backroom was even stranger. It was much quieter and filled with only booths, all round and protected from others. The inside of each booth could only be seen from one angle, ensuring no table could see one another. It was beginning to dawn on him that this restaurant was for wealthy people, and potentially mafia run.

They sat down at their booth, a three quarters circle couch with velvet cushioning. A single candle sat next to a small vase of clipped roses in the middle alongside some plates and wine glasses set out for two. One look around and he was incredibly aware of the fact that he could no longer see any other guests from their seats and they could not see them.

Sliding into the booth, he settled down about a foot away from her. "How do you know about this place?"

"A family friend owns it," her smile was making his knees weak.

"It almost looks like a hangout for the mafia. Like something out of a movie." He joked.

Naya's shoulders shrugged nonchalantly, "I won't say no."

Once more at a loss for words, he was thankful when a waiter arrived. A portly Italian man with butter and grease stains on his apron stood before the two, looking only at Naya. Beads of sweat lining his forehead made it seem as though he had sprinted out of the kitchen to make Naya's acquantaince.

"Miss." His head nodded a little bit.

"We'll do the house red, you know the one I like; one glass each and open a bottle to breathe please." She spoke coolly. "Do you eat meat?"

"Yeah." He muttered meekly.

"We'll do one filet, medium rare, and then the carbonara to split. Thank you, Gino." The server nodded and leisurely left the young couple alone.

Alex was baffled by what was happening. It was strange and off putting. The atmosphere, her attitude, the way everyone seemed to know who she was.

"So what do you do for work?" He asked inquisitively.

She smiled, knowing he was lost for how to talk to her now that he had lost the edge of confidence. "Meghna, my friend you met yesterday, and I own a startup. It's a media company that collects podcasts, blogs, channels, and other forms of entertainment and publishes them."

"That's impressive, do you do well?" He was a little surprised to hear that she was an entrepreneur, but it explained how she seemed to be rolling in the riches.

She nodded, "It does okay. We're working on expanding. I work mostly as the representative for the company while Meghna does all of the backend work. It's small right now but could grow into something much more substantial or we could get bought out by one of the giants. Who's to say?" She thanked the waiter as he brought some bread and olive oil.

"So, Mr. dog lover. What do you do for City One?" She grabbed a fresh roll and plopped it on her plate.

"I'm a strategy analyst for their real estate investment branch. Had a good professor at Penn who helped me get the job. It's a lot of hours but good work."

The conversation began to flourish and they were able to chat well. Naya talked about her time at NYU and they shared silly stories about their hometowns. Naya drank quickly, subtly pressuring Alex to keep up with her. They emptied two glasses within fifteen minutes, starting a solid buzz for each of them.

"When's your birthday?" She asked.

Alex chuckled, "My mom warned me to stay away from astrology girls."

"She's a smart woman, and correct. But I have a feeling you won't be able to stay away from me. So when is it?"

He liked her charm, "Next week, actually."

She feigned shock, "It's not the 9th, is it!?"

"It is, is that yours too?" He said excitedly.

She turned back to her drink, "No, I looked you up ahead of time."

He felt foolish but found her funny. "To make sure I'm not a killer?"

"Exactly. Can you imagine how disappointing it would be if all of my victims never got closure because another serial killer got me first?" As she took another large sip, Alex could not help but admire her elegant beauty.

Their plates arrived and they dug into their shared meal. The steak was red in the middle and hot on the outside, a melting garlic butter sauce on top. It was simply divine and the pasta was one of the best meals he had ever had in his life. Dinner lasted another hour and another bottle as they drank quite quickly. Although he did not realize it, Naya was not drinking much at all, only encouraging him to drink. After a while, the large server from earlier, Gino he recalled, brought over the bill and Alex made a big show of grabbing it from him. Naya sat back with a knowing smirk on her face as his eyes popped out of his head looking at the final price.

"Thanks for paying, and don't forget to leave a generous tip. They do know me here." She added on, Alex oblivious to her tease.

The numbers seemed to fly off the pages and attack Alex as he read the bill, mentally calculating how many meals he would have to forego to afford this dinner. It was several hundred dollars for just the bottle of wine, and then a tip would be at least another two hundred. Trying to play it cool, he added his card to the check and confidently slid it to the edge of the table for the server.

"What's this?" Gino's accent was hard to understand. "The lady has already paid."

Naya giggled as Alex flushed a vermillion red of embarrassment. "I just wanted to see you panic." She said as she suggestively set her hand high up on his inner thigh, "Shall we get out of here?"

With a scoot he followed her out of the booth, wondering how she could have already paid. When asked, she just reiterated that she knows the restaurant well. The air outside was cool on the cheek, but refreshing. The black SUV that dropped Naya off was waiting right outside the restaurant like she was a celebrity.

Turning towards Alex and pulling him closer by his tie, she brought their faces mere inches apart. "I had a surprisingly enjoyable time with you tonight."

Using his tie as leverage still, she pulled him closer into a soft kiss. A million butterflies flew through his stomach as their lips pressed together. Her lips were soft and supple, and her kiss was gentle. She pulled him closer to her, and could feel the obviously growing bulge in his pants. Naya pulled away from the kiss and slid her hand slowly down his front just to let go before reaching his crotch.

"Would you care for a drink at my place?"

"I would love a drink." He said with a smile cutting ear to ear.

Alex had not noticed the driver getting out of the car, but he now stood by the back door holding it open for the two of them. Naya stepped up and set down her purse and jacket on the floorboard before getting all the way in. As she bent over unnecessarily, Alex could not help but watch and notice her very short dress pull up even more revealing that she was not wearing any underwear. His pants tightened as he quickly became rock hard staring at her shaved pussy lips and what looked like a red butt plug.

This girl is full of surprises

, he thought.

Alex wanted to ask about the driver service, but never got a chance as their lips were locked the entire drive to her apartment. Her hands kept wandering his chest and his inner thighs, narrowly brushing past his engorged crotch, electricity coursing through his body with each stroke. Every time he tried to put his hands on her however, she pushed them away leaving him confused.

The apartment building was fancy, but he was too focused on following her straight to the elevator to notice the marble interior or the fancy mosaic along the entrance wall. She kept her lips glued to his for the entire elevator ride and then practically yanked him out of the elevator and into her unit. Closing the door behind him, he looked out through the hallway and into the living room. A large open space with a massive U shaped couch took the center of the room with floor to ceiling windows presenting one of the best views of the city there was acting as the backdrop. The rent must have been absurd.