Freaky Thursday Ch 03

All characters are 18 and over. Please leave any and all critiques you can, this is my first published work so I know my writing needs work. Thank you and enjoy!

Money. What was I going to do about it? That's what I was thinking about as I lay in bed the next morning, stroking Angela's hair as she slept soundly. I needed to find a way to make money, to be able to survive.

Angela finally woke up. We had slept wonderfully together and had gone to bed quite early all considering. My alarm clock read 6:30 and so Angela and I just stayed in bed, her cuddling up to my chest. It was a cute sweet moment that we shared, communicating through everything but words.

I had heard about relationships like the one I had proposed yesterday from the viewpoint of a man many times. Crazy kinky sex and the dynamics between dominant and submissive. Those things change between two women or two men from between a man and a woman but a lot of the key points do track across party lines. Submission is pretty clear cut, there is a lot of nuisance in it but to me the dominant side is more interesting to me. To submit in all ways is so hot to me that i felt my pussy twinge under my bed sheets.

For instance Angela was submitting to me right now, leaning into me, being vulnerable by lying with me in this bed. Obviously it's only a small submission but I think the different levels of submission and exerting dominance are the interesting parts, from getting off on my feet whilst I record and degrade her to cuddling up to me like my arms are the safest place in the world.

Dominance over her is having her trust and then that allowing me to make her be honest with herself about what she wants. There is no joy or relief for me being dominant if I'm forcing her to do something she doesn't want to do. I want her enthusiasm when she submits to me, that nothing is more important to her than showing her submission to me. That is true dominance, being dominant over your own fear of rejection and confidant in the face of it. When you control yourself others have no doubt that they can trust you to have complete control over them too.

Angela finally looked up into my eyes, a look of longing on her face that spoke of things she wishes and desires unexplored.

"Good morning Mistress, I had a really good sleep. I have work today but not until later.... Maybe we could spend some time together?"

"Sorry my angel, I have a busy day ahead. I hope that's ok, We can plan our next meet up today over text. Maybe i can come to yours tomorrow night?"

"I would like that mistress, you cooked so nicely for me. I want to do the same for you. Would you want to uh play at mine as well?"

"You are my toy are you not? Toys demand they be played with."

"Well it's just that I have roommates and..."

"Then buy a gag. Also I have some things I want you to do for me Angela."

"Of course mistress."

"No cumming without my permission. I need to trust you and I won't know unless you tell me so I hope you don't disappoint me. Also this evening i want you to edge for me. I have a number in my head that I'm thinking of but that I will keep to myself. I want you to edge for as many times as you think that number is for me then message me the number when you are finished. If your number is higher than my number I will reward you.... If not, I will have to punish you. I hope you understand what I have asked of you."

She looked up at me with her deep blue eyes, oceans of vulnerability and trust. She looked determined.

"Yes mistress, I understand, I will make you proud. "

"Good, now it's time for you to go. Do you want some of my clothes to go home in or would you prefer to just take your own home, it's quite cold out there so early in the morning."

She looked back at me clearly giving no prior thought to this.

"I will wear my own clothes, mistress. It's no walk of shame but rather a walk of pride!"

She quickly dressed as I made myself a morning tea. I had my long pajamas on that could have only been made better with fluffy slippers and a nightcap. We met at the door where she looked at me expectantly. I could see she wanted a kiss goodbye or something. My face turned hard as I decided on the 'or something'.

"I had a good time Angela. I hope we can build a strong relationship between us. I'm excited for where this could go."

"Yes... Elizabeth. I had a good time too. And thank you... again."

She reached for the door after she saw no action from me to close the distance between us. It swung open allowing in the chilly morning breeze. She was certainly going to feel her nipples against the leather corset as she made her way home.

"Slut. Kneel and kiss my feet goodbye. Surely you have much to thank them for?"

Relief washed over her face as she knelt in the doorway, fully prostrating herself before me. She placed two delicate kisses on both my feet just above my toes. It tickled as she was so delicate and deliberate, taking her time to do it right. I smiled at her as she stood and left, closing my door behind her.

I spent the rest of the morning doing some research into a few different things. I had a plan for the rest of the day forming in my head when I heard a knock at the door. I assumed Angela had forgotten something, but it was 9am now and I presumed she would have gotten home long ago.

I made my way to the door and gave it a little peek. My heart jumped as my sister stood on the other side of the door. I had been using my laptop and as i glanced down at my phone i saw an unread message from my sister saying she was going to pop over for some coffee and a catch up. This was something we did at least weekly and I couldn't believe this had slipped my mind.

She banged on the door again, calling my name and admonishing me for still being asleep. My mind was racing as a lot of my thoughts recently had been on other things than what to do about my family. But I guess there was no time like the present, I had to do something about this soon enough and my sister was close to me. I was sure I would be able to talk to her about it, even if it was embarrassing and scary. I opened the door quickly and pulled her in with surprising strength before I closed the door behind me. She looked at me with complete confusion for a few moments before asking the obvious.

"Who are you and where's my brother?"

I figured I would just come out and say it, no point in starting with a lie.

"I am your brother Sarah, It's me John."

"What? "

"I know it sounds weird, I know it's unbelievable. It's the truth, ask me anything that only I would know. Please."

It was a long discussion. She put me through the ringer, asking me things that I had to rack my brain to even remember, giving me a new perspective about how deep our connection was. An hour later we stopped as she had reached her conclusion that I was telling the truth.

"Ok john I believe you... But what the fuck! I mean how can this even happen, this is crazy."

"I know Sarah, thank you for believing me but I truly have no idea how this has happened. I am just so worried. My job, money... I don't know if this is permanent or what but I'm so worried. How will I be able to live."

I didn't break down and cry but I did get very quiet. I was a man and wasn't going to cry about such things but my sister and I were close enough for me to be vulnerable with her.

"You will need to tell mom and dad eventually and I can be there for you when that happens but I think we should get you into a better position until we figure out what to say."

"Thank you for the support. I have a few leads on what to do, forging documentation or something similar, I have a few friends who I trust and messaged to see if something could be done. But I also need to make money so I can at least maintain payments on my apartment. If all else goes wrong I can live in my car but that's just a scary thought for me now. I'm not the big strong man I used to be."

She laughed at that.

"What are you talking about?! You weren't one to begin with. You are probably stronger now as a girl than you were as a man!! I felt how you pulled me in here. Get a gun to protect yourself if you are that worried but I promise you won't ever have to live in your car. You can stay with me if it gets to that. But I'm not sharing my clothes with you! All my friends gave me horror stories of their sisters taking their clothes or jewellery or whatever, that stuff is mine!"

And so we had our coffee, making contingencies together until Sarah had to go around 11am. When she was gone I felt so much better in myself, more secure about my life and my worries. I got changed into a sundress I had bought yesterday, with thick wool tights, stylish walking boots and a coat I had dug out of my closet. It was something I had never worn before as a man but suited my current outfit perfectly.

I headed to Manhattan via public transit, no need to bring my car due to the fact I wasn't buying anything. I got a few more glances on the way, my golden hair like a beacon for even the most modest looking business woman. I got out in Tribeca, blending into the crowd of fancily dressed housewives on their way to get coffees or attend their yoga classes. I walked for a few blocks before coming to an address I had researched prior. A nondescript building stood before me, blending into the other high rise buildings.

I climbed the entry stairs and pushed through the door to be greeted by a doorman. He was a big security guy, mean looking. Despite his looks he was very professional after I introduced myself as someone who had booked an appointment. I waited with him, chatting quietly about this and that before someone came to escort me to an elevator.

The greeter was visibly shocked by my appearance and made up for that by being overly polite and happy to see me, falling over themselves as I quietly stood in the elevator behind them, chin held high. We got to our floor and I steeled myself for what could possibly be through these doors.

This building was a club, an exclusive members only place that catered to a very specific type of person. It was a sex club for both dominant and submissive people to play together, parties held often each week, private rooms available and all sorts of equipment to hand. My goal was very simple, if a bit shallow. Findom was something I had researched and it might be the stopgap I was searching for.

I was a fledgling dominant who had a lot to learn about doing right by my submissive. I had to learn from these people but I also thought about the networking potential. I could seriously take advantage of the clientele. New York was a place filled with money and I was sure that someone here would be perfect for what I needed, or at least know someone who would be.

I was led to a fancy room with a bar on one wall and lots of sofas and coffee tables strewn about. I sat down and asked for water as I waited for my interviewer to arrive. The interview was all about confidentiality and finding what type of person I was. It was a method of gatekeeping random horny guys from this place but seemed to actively encourage women of all backgrounds to liberate their inner most desires. Another example to me of rich men using their money and power to keep the women to themselves, something I would be taking advantage of.

After 20 minutes or so of talking I was delighted to have been accepted. This guy was one of the doms that worked here and he looked eager to work 'alongside' me as he put it. I figured he was someone who thought he could fuck me because of his power, I would dom someone alongside him but eventually submit myself. I was getting angry at the idea and could not wait for the first opportunity to prove anyone who dared to challenge me wrong.

I had been acting rather passively, letting them question me, being led this way and that. There is no dominance in acting brutish in my eyes, not that I could see. It spoke to me of an insecurity to be yourself. To be confident in the things you don't know or can't control.

Finally having been accepted i was led into another room where maybe twenty people sat around having polite conversation. Though I saw several men and women kneeling on the floor next to the people who I assumed were their doms. When I entered the room however, everyone's eyes turned to stare at me. I confidently strode in to head to the bar where I asked for a fruity mocktail. I saw no reason to drink whilst I was here. A few people had started to head in my direction as I sat down at the bar.

A party was being held later tonight that I planned to stick around for. Given it was only around half twelve it would be a few hours however before things picked up and the full number of people would be joining us. I would mingle politely in the meantime and play it by ear.

I spoke to a few of the other people there as they introduced themselves, mainly men that were doms looking for a sub. When i said i was also a dom some of them lost interest, not impolitely however, but i was glad to not be so surrounded anymore. Eventually I was left sitting next to just one guy. His name was Michael and he was tall and objectively good looking. Most people were dressed formally and he was no different.

"So Elizabeth, do you have much experience with being in control?"

I took a sip of my fruity drink before responding, aware of the probing questions he was asking coming with many hidden meanings. The other guys had left when I showed polite indifference but this man seemed to be determined to get to know me. He was the best looking of the bunch and I figured he thought he had the best shot of convincing me to be with him.

I was a man albeit in a woman's body. I had never had a same sex experience before and even if now I was a woman I still found women very attractive and the focus of my romantic attractions. But I was honest with myself. I was curious what sex would be like from a woman's perspective for sure. Not enough yet to do anything about it but I was secure enough in myself that if I truly found the right person I would be open to the idea. I wasn't interested in being submissive however so Michael here, being clearly interested in only those types of encounters, was barking up the wrong tree.

I was a mature man, gotten past the insecurity of playground bullying. I was accepted by my family whichever way I wanted to be, or at least confident I would be. My sister had been in a relationship with a girl for some time during college and my parents never made her feel bad when she came back home for family events.

Also I wanted to have kids one day. This thing happening to me could be permanent. I hadn't figured out if periods were in my future or anything like that but if I could have children myself I certainly would want to one day. These were all things floating around my head as I finished talking to Michael. He gave me space to mingle with others.

As soon as he left I heard a woman trying to get my attention. She was older, around 30, wearing a nice formal dress with a collar around her neck. She introduced herself.

"Hello there, my name is Abigail. I am Dominic's wife and submissive."

She pointed to a man of around 40 in a nice suit. He held up his drink in hello and went back to talking with the other patrons.

"Sir instructed I should come over and make you feel welcome. The bachelors can sometimes be a bit much, they are like dogs chasing a bone, I hope you feel comfortable to be here."

"I am more than able to deal with men like them Abigail. I was surprised they stuck around so long after I told them I wasn't what they were looking for however. Thank you though and its nice to meet you. My name is Elizabeth."

"It's my pleasure Elizabeth. Sir has told me to make you feel comfortable. I am not available, however I can answer almost any question you have about this place. There is one thing I had to ask though."

"Go ahead Abigail, ask away."

"Well I saw you when you came in and I see you now but I could swear you aren't wearing any makeup. It is actually unbelievable how good you look. My profession however is as a makeup artist and I was wondering if it would be ok with you if I could do your makeup for you. You look stunning already but I think I could accentuate your features even more."

I was momentarily taken back before I gathered myself. I looked good, I knew, but makeup could make me look even better. It was something I wanted to try and it would be a nice time to bond with a friendly face.

"I would like that, Abigail. And thank you, you are also just lovely to look at. Would we be able to go somewhere private however? I would also ask if your husband could join us so that I could get to know him also."

Her smile dazzled.

"Of course! I will get my things and then we will head into one of the private rooms."

And so I followed her and we went off to a separate smaller room. It had a bed and some other hotel room-esque things inside, but there were three chairs for all of us to relax and remain comfy. Dominic joined us just moments later with a large outstretched hand held up to me. I took it and we introduced ourselves. He was firm and steadfast, truly the epitome of calm authority but his soft touches of Abigail spoke of their strong bond together.

Abigail was getting her makeup ready so I sat back, relaxed and conversed with Dominic.

"How long have the two of you been together? I admire your relationship, it feels very strong."

He had a small subdued smile as he looked tenderly at his wife.

"We have been together for seven years, Elizabeth. There are challenges in any relationship but ours is one forged with trust. We loved each other first and foremost and so when we dove into this lifestyle things came naturally. In sex and in play I lead but in our day to day we share. Some people desire constant control but I don't see that as possible, no matter who you are you need someone to be vulnerable with and if that can't be your partner, or submissive in our case, you become lonely too quickly."

"That is certainly a wise way of looking at it, Dominic. I am new to this and so any advice you have for me is greatly appreciated."

"Please call me Dom."

I laughed at that as I turned to Abigail who appeared ready for me. Her sweet smile made me ever more relaxed and comfortable to be in this couple's presence. She got to work, explaining how her makeup worked, how it protected the skin. She said she didn't want to do anything that would take away my natural beauty, a.k.a no harsh or harmful chemicals on my face.

I enjoyed her movements, her soft brushes and dainty finger tips massaging my face made me feel serene. It wasn't long before she was done, she stated that there wasn't much she could do to enhance my already beautiful face. I smiled at her for that. As she held a mirror up to my face I could see how her small additions had done wonders, subtle lipstick, slight eye shadow. I looked fucking gorgeous.

I wasn't wearing my coat anymore, I had hung it up when I entered the building. My makeup matched my sundress style of nothing over the top. I wasn't interested in being leather bound and half naked, the traditional 'domme' style. I didn't need that to be dominant over others, to me that felt like a porn thing, there for the enjoyment of outside viewers. I had no intention of giving people the pleasure of my body besides those who I chose.

Abigail joined Dom at his feet and we chatted for another half hour. We ordered more drinks to the room, again nothing alcoholic for me. I was just enjoying learning from them and appreciating their company. Dom then shared a look with Abigail and spoke up.

"Elizabeth the two of us like you and we would be comfortable doing some play with you, in whichever form you are comfortable with that we also agree to. You don't have to of course but I think I can say resolutely that Abigail would gladly submit for you. I would be there of course, I hope that isn't a deal breaker but we don't do anything apart. I hope you understand."