Breaking the Boy part 7: the statue game [M/F] [Femdom]

Lisa and James look at each other, then at me. I can see they don’t know what to say. I have never been so ashamed in my life. My hands are shaking, and I clasp them together under the table. What if they don’t want to be friends with me any more? What if they think I’m a freak? The remains of a MacDonalds sit on the table between us. I haven’t really touched mine. I wasn’t hungry.

“Female domination?” says Lisa. “Wow.”

“I mean, I always knew there was something,” says James. “You never talked about sex much. To be honest, I always assumed you had some sort of conflicted lesbian thing going on. I thought about trying to get you to open up a couple of times, but I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”

“You mean that guy is into getting tied up?” says Lisa. I decide to avoid this question and respond to James instead. Alex was okay with me telling Lisa and James I was dominant – and aware of the resulting assumptions that would be made about him – but he didn’t want me to share any details.

“And here we are,” I say. “I did tell you when I was ready.”

“And you didn’t tell me anything I haven’t seen in the Manhole,” says James.

“The Manhole is in Chicago, James,” says Lisa. “You’ve never been to Chicago. You’ve never even been out of town.”

“The Manhole is a state of mind. I carry it with me,” says James. He slides a particularly thick fry between his lips, holds it there for a moment, and then slowly sucks it into his mouth while holding eye contact with Lisa. She shakes her head at him.

“So you don’t think I’m a freak?” I say.

“I’ve always known you were a freak,” Lisa says. “It’s why I like you.”

I am slowly starting to realise I have nothing to worry about. I never had anything to worry about. I could have talked about this any time, and they would have been there for me.

I’m suddenly very hungry, and I start on my burger.

“So, look at us, then,” says Lisa, playing with a sugar packet. “A dominatrix, a sassy black girl, and a skinny gay. Are we winning at diversity bingo, or what?”

“I am not skinny!” James says, indignantly. “I’ve been going to the gym!”

“Did you just describe yourself as sassy?” I say, picking out some fries.

Lisa tosses her dreadlocks over her shoulder and fixes me with her huge brown eyes. “Are you saying I can’t be sassy? That shit is racist. A black person can be anything they want to be.”

“You’re such a troll,” I say. “Personally, I have no idea why we’re friends.”

“Hey, maybe I’ll give you a pass on the racism if you let me come over and play with your toy,” Lisa says. The tone’s light, but as her eyes meet mine I see that the offer is serious. She’s not going to push it, but it’s there.

I file that one away for future consideration. I don’t want to let anyone else near Alex. Sorry, baby, your Mistress is jealous. You belong to me, and I absolutely do not want to share. I look at you and I feel like a five-year-old who has been given a bag of top-notch sweets. You are all mine. I don’t want to let anyone else eat even one single piece. I don’t even want anyone breathing on you.

However – on the other hand – I’m delighted to see that my best friend and I have yet another interest in common. The possibilities are….intriguing.

“Hey, if she gets to, I want to as well!” James says.

“Stop calling dibs!” I say. “He’s not a piece of pizza. Have some respect.”

“Oops, I think Abby might have got all knotted up,” Jason says, and snickers.

“Oh, I’m sure she’s learning the ropes,” says Lisa.

“Beats me why she’s into this,” says James.

“We’re not going to see as much of her, you know, James. She’s a bit tied up these days,” says Lisa, grinning.

“You’re never going to stop giving me shit about this, are you?” I say, and they both start laughing.

Alex and I are sitting on his sofa in his clean empty apartment, watching another film. This time it’s Deadpool. We are drinking beer out of cans. I am wearing a green sun dress and he is wearing a grey and white baseball top and jeans, both of which fit him in a deeply distracting way. That is one lucky shirt, I think to myself.

He’s sitting up and I’m lying down. I have my knees bent so my feet are in his lap.. He’s rubbing my feet slowly. Every so often one warm hand wanders up my leg to my inner thigh, and then back again. I notice this is happening more and more often, and the hand is staying slightly longer each time.

“Hey,” I say. “I thought you were meant to be giving me a foot massage, not copping a feel.”

“Sorry.” He removes his hand.

“I didn’t say you should stop,” I say. “Just pointing it out.”

I look over at him, realise my skirt has ridden up and his blue eyes are fixed on the hemline, which is currently hanging out just below my ass. I decide that, much as I love this film, we need to finish it another time. I’m fairly sure Wade Wilson would approve of this decision.

“Want to play?” I say.

Alex looks up at me, bites his lip slightly. He drops his eyes, but he can’t hide the smile. He nods.

“Like we talked about on Wednesday?”

“Yes, please. Like that.”

I shift my feet slightly and realise he’s already getting hard.

“Action,” I say, softly. This has become our code word for the start of a scene.

I pull my feet back to my end of the sofa.

“Stand up,” I say. “Strip off.”

He stands up and begins to pull the shirt over his head. He’s turned on and eager to get undressed, and he does it too fast. I want to take my time today.

“Slower,” I say. “Don’t rush it.”

He peels off his clothes slowly and stands naked in the middle of the room. I drink him in. All that golden skin.

“Turn around and look at the wall,” I say,

He does as he’s told. I take some time to admire his back and the curves of his ass where they blend into his long thighs.

“Pass me my handbag,” I say. He picks up the brown leather tote bag and presents it to me, eyes down. I unzip it and take out my purple Lelo vibrator – a splurge present to myself for my birthday last year – and a bottle of lube.

“You don’t get to touch me today,” I say. “Today I’m going to get myself off. You may watch, but you’re not allowed to move till I say so. You are not allowed to touch your cock unless I say so. You may not speak unless I give you leave. If you break these rules, you don’t get to cum. Understood?”

He nods, a quick head movement. He’s still looking at the floor.

“Sit down.” I point at an armchair on the other side of the room. He does as he’s told.

“Hands flat on the armrests. Feet flat on the floor, hip distance apart. Do not move.”

I could tie him up, or handcuff him, but I feel like this is more fun. Anyone can stay still and not touch themselves when they’re tied up. Today I want to test him. See exactly how obedient he really is. Today he has to be his own restraints.

I stand up, take off my panties and throw them on the floor in front of him. His eyes fix on the puddle of purple lace, then on me. His face is impassive, but his hard cock is betraying him. There’s a muscle twitching beside one eye. It must be irritating him, and I watch him for a moment to check whether he’s going to raise a hand and rub it. No.

I sit opposite him on the sofa and spread my legs as wide as I can, hiking my dress up around my waist.

“Can you see my pussy?” I say. “Nod your head if you can.”

He nods.

I run a hand down the inside of one thigh, feel a sudden warm tingle as I graze my lips with one finger.

“Good,” I say.

I get some lube on my fingers and massage it on my pussy, concentrating on my clit. I’m rock hard too. I slide my finger slowly into my entrance, enjoying the warmth and the wetness.

He’s not looking at my face any more. He’s looking between my legs. There are beads of sweat around his hairline, but he doesn’t move.

I shuffle forward on the seat to give him a better view. I want to make this difficult for him.

I switch the vibrator on, putting it on the lowest setting. It rumbles gently in my hand.

I run it gently over my pussy, growling softly with pleasure as I find my clit. I switch it up to a higher setting, work my clit for a while, and then slowly cram it into my pussy to find my G-spot, moving it in and out.

I can hear the wet sucking sounds the vibrator makes as it slides in and out of me. I start to use the fingers of my other hand to rub my clit, watching Alex. It’s starting to feel really good now and looking at how turned on he is only intensifies it.

His pupils are the size of buckshot, and he’s flushed red over his chest and cheeks. He’s really sweating now. His cock is straining upwards, pleading to be touched, and his hips are moving slightly, humping the air.

But his hands are still flat on the arms of the chair. Good boy. He is obeying me even though he must be dying to move. His need to obey my orders is stronger than his need for relief. And that thought is so hot it tips me over the edge.

“You’re so beautiful I want to punch you in the face,” I growl as I cum, my pussy clenching hard on the vibrator. It’s so long and intense I feel like I almost black out for a moment.

When I come back to myself I see his hands have balled into fists, but he hasn’t moved. Should I count that? No. Technically he hasn’t changed position, so I’ll allow that one. And, as I watch, he realises he’s moved and flattens his hands out again the way I asked for, correcting himself even through the fog of arousal. This sets me off and I cum again, a short sharp one this time.

I relax, allowing the second orgasm to fade.

Alex’s eyes are fixed on mine, begging.

“You’ve done well,” I say. “Good boy. Stand up.”

He does.

“Pick up my panties.”

He gathers up the scrap of purple lace. I briefly debate making him wear them, but he’s a foot taller than me and a lot broader; they’d be too small. I make a mental note to buy some especially for him. Perhaps a nice neon pink. That would be hot as hell. I could make him wear them under his uniform at work.

“Smell them.”

He buries his face in them. His shoulders shiver as he smells me. One hand twitches, almost moves downwards.

“Jerk off into them,” I order. He groans slightly, from relief I would guess, and lowers his hands.

I never get bored of watching him masturbate. It’s the hottest thing. The way he’s so good at it. An expert. All those years of sneaking off by himself, because he can’t hold it off and he needs to be a slut. I love the thought of it.

He moans rhythmically. He’s leaning against the wall, and I guess his knees have gone weak. And then he cums. There’s a lot. White ropes pumping on to the purple lace. He slides down the wall unril he’s sitting on the floor.

I get up, pull down my skirt and walk over to him.

I kiss him on the cheek.

“Cut,” I whisper in his ear, and I hear him sigh.

Later, we are curled in bed together.

“I’m always sad when it’s over,” he says. “I wish we could do it forever.”

I put my arms round him and my face in his neck.

“I’m not planning to stop any time soon,” I say. “I want you for keeps. I love you.”

…..Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to say that. It just came out.

I feel him suddenly tense up, which makes me panic. I force myself to stay calm and stay silent. I said what I said. It’s too late to take it back.

And it’s true, anyway. I would have had to say it sooner or later, so why not now? YOLO, seize the day, you miss 100 percent of the shots you never took, etc etc, oh fuck this is where he tells me I’m fun but he doesn’t want to get serious and then I leave so I can go and sit in my car and cry and then it drags on for a couple of months until he finally finishes it and then I have to work with him and be polite and professional while I’m dying inside –

He doesn’t reply for a few seconds. It feels like a hundred years, and I am working out exactly what I need to get a new job and wondering how I’m going to survive the next few days when he finally answers.

“I love you too.”

His voice is oddly strained. I need to see his face to gauge what he’s feeling, so I look up and put one hand on his shoulder and roll him towards me. He lets me, and when I see his face I realise he’s crying.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“I wasn’t expecting me to say it either,” I say. “But it’s true.”

“Yes,” he says, and hugs me, so hard it feels like my ribs are about to crack. “It is.”

|Part 6 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/pmwdwd/breaking_the_boy_part_6_your_sins_will_find_you/)

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