[F4M] Your Reward is My Reward

Transcript

Hey, sweetheart. I'm sorry I'm late. No, I had no problems with traffic.

Getting to the dorms is always crazy this time of the day. Yeah, foot traffic, bike traffic, car traffic. It's a pain in the ass.

You know how it goes. How was your day? Yeah? You look kind of excited just standing there.

Have you been looking forward to our date today? Yeah, me too, sweetheart. The reason why I'm late is I had to go pick up some stuff from the house.

I know, I know, I know. Well, one day maybe the two of us can live together instead of you living in the dorms and me living, you know, just outside of town. I got lucky.

Scholarships and all that gave me some money left over to rent a house. I didn't really think of it as a commodity, of course, but then, you know, as a student in college, having space to yourself is quite the luxury, isn't it? Speaking of space to ourself, your roommate's out of town for the weekend? I mean, it's Friday night and I can already hear everybody.

Parties left and right. There's a championship game. Everything's just nuts right now.

I can even hear everybody out in the hallway. Well, I'm going to lock the door now and make sure that we have all the time we want just to ourselves. You know me already, huh? Yes, I've got plans.

You're probably not going to like them, but I will, and that's all that matters. I'm going to make sure that we have all the time we want just to ourselves. All right, let me just get set up here.

Oh yeah, you like this dress? I like it too. What do you like about it? That's right.

It's completely see-through. It's basically, uh, just, I don't even know what fabric this is. You can see right through it.

Baby, you're drooling. Stop it. Yes, the hairbrush is mostly for me.

Well, you know, it does look a little bit like a paddle, doesn't it? No, don't worry. I know you don't like pain.

I'm creative. Let's just say that. I'll find ways of punishing you that have nothing to do with pain.

I promise. Did you take a shower after getting home? Come here.

Let me check. I'm just gonna smell your neck. Calm down.

I love the smell of your soap. I do. I like clean boys.

I can't help it. I mean, sweaty boys have their place too, but, uh, you gotta admit, soap on clean skin, it's kind of like a fresh canvas ready for me to defile and debauch, and yes, yes, don't look at me like that. I told you, whatever I do to you, I'm not gonna hurt you.

You will never have to say a word for that unless I, you know, it's an accident and the cuffs are too tight or the belt's strapped on awkwardly or the rope's not knotted properly, then, you know, of course I want you to speak up, but I told you, if you don't do pain, then we don't do it, okay? Okay. Now, let's go over a few rules.

You remember your safe word, yes? All right, and I promise I know your boundaries, but if I cross them and I'm unaware, do not hesitate to use your safe word, understood? I need you to say it.

Say, I understand, mistress. That's a good boy. Okay, tell me your safe word again, and say it again.

There we go. First things first, take your clothes off. Oh, look how he blushes.

I will never get used to watching what's mine undress for me. Yes, why wouldn't I think you're pretty? Men can be pretty.

Boys can be pretty. Girls can be handsome. How come men can't be pretty? Well, I don't care about what anybody else thinks.

You're mine, and that's all that matters. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

There you go, all naked. You forgot something. You forgot to close the curtains.

Well, we're on the 14th floor. I don't think anybody's going to see you, or me, but you should go close the curtains. Yes, naked.

I don't want you putting your clothes back on. Maybe I want to see you climb the desk to reach them. Well, that ass is mine, and I am very fond of it.

There you go. Oh, look at you. All right, I'll stop commenting.

I'll look on your face. You're so ridiculous. All right, privacy is assured.

Now, come here. Let me get a good look at you. Let me get a good look at you.

All mine. I'm touching your neck and down your spine. I'm grabbing your ass because I like it.

Oh, listen to you squeak. You're such a good boy. Oh, I cannot believe you are all mine.

All mine. Just mine. Oh, you're baiting me now.

Well, you just said you'd offer to let me spank you. Oh, is that what you meant? Hmm, that the offer is there maybe someday.

Oh, he blushes again. And you're such a tease. I'll find a way to punish you for that, you know.

I will. No, no touching me today. This isn't about me today.

This is about you. Yes. Yes.

Well, you did so good on your midterms. Your mother called me. Very proud.

She told me to take you out to dinner and make sure you had a good movie night, date, whatever. And I told her, of course, I'd take good care of you. I didn't say yes to a movie or a dinner date, but we can do those things.

I didn't tell her the real way that you would like to be rewarded for doing good on your midterms. Why? Should I have? Oh, yes.

No, don't worry about it. I'll take good care of your son. Mm-hmm.

Oh, well, my plans were to maybe degrade him, probably praise him a lot and tell him he's a probably praise him a lot and tell him he's a good boy, have him get on his knees and probably service me for three hours and maybe make him clean my whole house naked. Mm-hmm. Oh, your face.

I do it for the face. Oh, all right. No, I promise you like this.

And again, like I said, no pain. Hey, hey, don't be nervous, baby. Don't be nervous.

Well, there's a difference between you being nervous and excited and you being nervous right now and terrified. For one thing, when you're nervous and excited, this part of you gets hard. When you're nervous and scared, there's nothing here.

You're just too scared. Well, some people like that. I'm a sadist for sure, but I prefer you excited.

I prefer you excited. No, honey, I don't want you to be that kind of scared. I mean, I want your pulse to jump when I walk in a room and maybe get flustered when I smile at you like I know something you don't.

But. I'm just saying, I promise I will not do anything that you do not like. And if I do something that you do not like, and I'm unaware, use your safe word.

Okay? Okay. Oh, honey, it's because I love you and you belong to me and I want to take care of you.

That's my good boy. All right. Now, put on the dress.

Oh, no, no, it's not for me. It's for you. It's not, what do they call it? Forced feminization? That's not the plan tonight.

That's not the plan tonight. Well, first off, I want you to feel the fabric. It is very thin, isn't it? Well, of course it would look pretty on me, but it's not for me.

Not this time. It's for you. Lift your hands up.

Go on, lift your hands up. Let me get it on you. That's strapless.

I like it leaving your arms bare. Here we go. There we are.

Let's just tug it down around your hips and your legs. It stops just above the knee. Well, if I had something that was made for a man and with this fabric, I'd have you wear that.

But as I was running out the door today, I remembered wearing this the other night when I bought it and I really liked the way it felt, but I especially liked how I stood under the light. It became completely see-through. I don't know, it's the fluorescence or something, which, you know, the dorm room is full of and it is see-through.

I don't know what it is about this fabric. It's just, it's like wrapping paper that gives everything away, or Christmas dressing. I don't know.

Turn around. Oh, are you prancing a little bit? Blushing again.

Well, you know, now when I call you pretty, it means something different. No, no, no. I'm not going to put stockings or anything on you.

This is enough. I am a little excited looking at you like this. Here, let me show you.

I'm going to walk my fingers up your thighs and drag this soft skirt up with it. You feel that? Well, you were kind of excited the moment I put this dress on you.

You're completely changing the geography of the fabric, but I do like it. I like it. I like it.

I like it. I like it. But I do like the way it feels on my skin, so I'm going to pull the fabric and take it up and drag the underside of the hem up underneath the underside of your cock, just like this.

I'm going to keep that hem just under the head of you right there and stroke it up and down. Oh, does my good boy like that? I'm not even touching you yet.

I'm going to press the fabric a little tighter because you're getting harder. Oh, you're dribbling. See, when you get the fabric wet, it doesn't need light to be see-through.

Look down at yourself. Yes. You're getting harder.

Well then, let's pull the skirt up a little higher, shall we? Oh, is this where I call you my cute slut in a dress? Because you are cute and you're mine, and it doesn't matter whether you're wearing a grain sack or a paper bag or a dress or a pair of jeans.

You're mine and you belong to me and I like you this way. Cute boy. All right, now the skirt is up over your hips and I'm going to squeeze these hips because they're mine too.

And now I'm going to wrap my hand around your cock. Oh, just ignore all the crazy noises you hear outside of your dorm room door. It's a big day for them.

Yeah, we're not big on sports, are we, baby? That's okay. Now I'm going to stroke your cock from the base to the tip.

Oh, oh, you gasped. Baby, what noises will you make when I squeeze just the base of you? Can I stroke your cock and kiss your neck? How about your mouth? Because you're panting and moaning.

I'm going to go a little faster now, okay? Mm. I'm going to go a little faster now, okay? Oh, because I want you nice and hard for me because I like the way it looks under this dress.

You tenting the fabric, the fabric being sheer. Oh, you know I'm going to take this dress and put it over my hand stroking your cock. Oh, you're dribbling all over the fabric.

Oh, fuck, I don't know why I like that, but I do. Mm. Oh, such a good boy.

Such a good boy. Yes. Oh, you're so hard.

Can I go faster? Yeah. I told you you would like this, but you might not like this next part.

Oh, such a sound because I'm slowing down. Oh, gosh, I don't think I've ever seen you this hard, sweetheart. Okay.

Now, you stay here. I'm going to pull the skirt back over your hips and over your cock because I like seeing it try to push against the fabric and you're dribbling and it's making it more wet. And you're dribbling and it's making it more wet.

Look at you, hard and slick. Wearing my dress and your face is all pink and your eyes are all glassy and all. You want to come, don't you? Come here.

Come here. That's my good boy. Now, turn around with me.

I'm not going to get behind you. I want you to face me. There we go.

Now, take two steps backwards and two more. Here we go. Now, the door to the hallway is right behind you.

This is me unlocking the door. Oh, that excites you, huh? I just felt you flex against my leg, against my leg.

Uh-huh. Now, I'm putting my hand on the door handle. What do you think all those frat boys, college students, girls, guys, what do you think that they're going to do if I push you out into the hallway right now wearing my pretty dress?

Now, you're scared, but in the good way. Uh-huh. Oh, shake your head all you want to, but I thought you were hard before.