A D/s Fairy Tale 7&8"( MF FF F-dom fant )[4/7]

Chapter 7 - Leon the Lioness

The memories bubbled back - visions of that infernal Halloween
night when she had most likely finally destroyed yet another
relationship, yet another friendship.  Images that came slowly
into focus, and floated across her mirror like a mosaic of
short vignettes or snippets in time.

She had been so very proud of her little plan.  There had been
no doubt in her mind that this scene would surely be the coup
de grasse.  This scene would force Leon to safeword, she
thought, and in so doing, force him to concede their wager to
her.

Leon had arrived at her apartment precisely at four P.M. on
the day of the Black Rose Halloween Play Party.  She had been
impatient, snappish and wired - even though she'd known he had
needed to take time off from work just to be able to arrive
that early.  Imperiously, she had waved him off to one of the
guest rooms where he had stripped to the skin before joining
her in the dun-gym.

Upon entering her domain of dominance, Leon had, according to
his training, knelt at her feet. Chris had thoroughly enjoyed
watching his consternation after his first glimpse of her
costume for the night's festivities.  One thing Leon knew
about Chris - she set the stage for her little dramas with
great care and planning.  So he knew that her oddly erotic
costume of jodhpur trousers, a white silk long sleeved  shirt
(open to a deep 'V' setting off creamy cleavage), and a pair
of gleaming black Hessian style boots had some special meaning
for what she had laid on for him.  A long, coiled whip hung
from a wide black leather belt that fastened in the small of
her back and covered most of her waist from her hip to just
below her bosom.

"You are right, Christiana, he will make a lovely girl." a new
voice, behind him, observed.  The shocked dismay on Leon's
face had been priceless.  A lovely, full body blush stole over
his naked form as Chris, with solemn formality appropriate to
a Regency Ballroom, introduced her very dear friend, Mistress
Lillian to Leon. Mistress Lillian, the professional costume
designer.  Mistress Lillian, the body artist. Mistress
Lillian, the living canvas of her own art.  

Once the introductions and the establishment of the evening's
pecking order was completed, Lillian had begun her part in
Christiana's little melodrama. Carrying on a running
commentary throughout, Lillian had inspected Leon's body in
finely exquisite detail.  Observations like  "Good legs",
"Nice cheeks - both sets", "A little tight in the ass,
Christiana," as a finger had gently probed his anus followed
by "I hope you are working on that." had worked magic on Leon. 
The painful, yet obviously arousing humiliation that contorted
his features, also hardened his dick.

The piece de resistance was the lioness costume Lillian had
made from Christiana's precise measurements of Leon's figure. 
The costume had turned Leon into Leona, the lioness.  A
lioness that marched along side Christiana's Lion Tamer
character. 

The scene had been set and the gauntlet thrown down.  For Leon
to have any chance at all of winning his opportunity to top
Chris, he would have to venture out into the world and attend
that evening's D/s Halloween Party wearing that costume.

The costume itself was a masterpiece of Lillian's craft.  Leon
had become indistinguishable from a tall, shapely, erotically
dressed slave girl.  The two women had done their
transformation make-over very well, indeed.  After teasing
Leon's long hair into mane-like fullness, Lillian had braided
in a tiara shaped like cat's ears.  The body-suit/dress
consisted of a skin tight, micro-miniskirt and a  built-in and
strictly boned corset. Soft fake fur, color-matched to Leon's
own hair, covered him from the skirt's hem to its high
collared bodice. Soft prosthetic breast enhancements built
into the corset helped curve his slender and angular frame
into the stuff of adolescent wet dreams. 

Lillian had accessorized the outfit with equal care.  Chrome
bands ringed the opera length, open fingered gloves and served
as bondage cuffs that the women used to link his wrists
together behind his back.  Color coordinated, textured hosiery
graced his legs, while skyscraper stiletto heels, complete
with locking chrome ankle straps, adorned his feet.  The wide
leather collar that hid his Adam's apple also included a "D"
ring for the chain link leash that tethered him to his lion
tamer Mistress.  Completing the outfit was a specially
designed, open-ended gaff that pulled his penis and scrotum
down between his legs to give Leon a more feminine silhouette.
Unfortunately for Leon, it was designed to let his penis just
peak out from below his very short skirt if he was not *very*
careful and proper with his posture.  

The cosmetics applied by the two women had been stark -
vividly arresting and colorful - transforming Leon's face into
fantasy of feline femininity.  The application of a very good
set of temporary nails turned his fingernails into blood red
claws. 

They had left the tail for last - as the crowning touch. 
Long, thick and furry, it's tip end curled behind his head and
wagged gently in time to the slightest movement of his body. 
The other end of the tail disappeared under the hobbling
tightness of the skirt where it terminated in an expandable
vibrator/butt plug that was seated firmly in the depths of
Leon's ass.  The butt plug, like the rest of the costume was
unique and purpose designed for Christiana's big scene.   The
controls for the plug were integrated into the "skin" of the
tail itself.  The toy would vibrate maddeningly against his
prostate whenever anyone playfully pulled and gripped the
tail.

His dismay when he looked in her mirror had been so delicious,
so satisfying, that Chris had been unable to resist taunting
him to see if she could get even more response.   "I promised
that no one would ever know you aren't a woman.  All you have
to do is be a good boy, I mean, girl, and do what you are
told.  Trust me, darling, the only problem you will have as a
girl tonight is fighting off the boys."

Leon's stoic acceptance of her chiding had fired her, made her
want to push his buttons harder to evoke a response.   "All
you have to do is safeword if you don't want to play with me
tonight, but that would mean you don't ever top me, doesn't
it, Leona?" her moue of regret had received only a toneless
"No, Mistress." in response.  "Well, a gag will ensure that
you don't give yourself away with such an unfeminine turn of
phrase and tone." The oversized ball had matched the color of
his lipstick perfectly.
 
Chris had done her level best in the following hours to turn
the Halloween Masquerade Ball into a hell on earth for the
bound and gagged Leon.  Even the simple act of walking in the
murderously tall heels, all the while unable to breathe
properly because of the tight corset, had been hellish. 
Combined with not being able to sit because of the tail
sticking into his bottom, and because his tethered penis might
show, his calves and ankles had been in agony long before
Chris started to think about leaving.

Christiana had kept her promise not to give him away as a
cross dressed male slave, but that had not prevented her from
taking every available opportunity to force him to interact
with the attending males as a female slave.  She'd made him
dance with any man who asked.  She'd actively and vocally
considered any and all requests to lift "her" skirts and swat
that lovely tush before finally, regretfully declining.  

And throughout the long evening, Leon had been forced to deal
with that tail - always that infernal, teasing tail -
bouncing, twisting, vibrating - driving him mad, giving him no
option but walk in an exaggeratedly naughty, hip rolling,
burlesque dancer's gait. It became a particular trial after
one of his many dance partners heard the buzzing sound of the
vibrator when he'd playfully pulled on the tail, and then had
seen Leon's shuddering response.  Thinking that the device was
in a real vagina, he had told a friend who, in turn, had told
others at the party.  In short order, practically every guest
had heard about the wonderful toy the lion-slave girl was
wearing for her lion tamer Mistress, making poor Leon even
more popular.  Men and women clamored to have their names
added to the Lioness-Lady's dance card.

But the final, ultimate humiliation came as Christiana was
preparing to leave.  Maliciously, Chris had petted and fondled
the tail, sending a stream of unrelenting vibration into
Leon's core until he could hold back his climax no longer.  A
thick, phlegm-like river of semen spewed down his stocking
clad thighs while his hips had bucked helplessly.  A passing
slave girl saw Leon's helpless dance, and then saw the tracks,
dripping down his leg.  Excitedly, she had then pointed him
out to her owner.

"Ooooo..Look, Mistress!  Mistress... how did she get that on
her?" The Mistress had looked at the now disheveled lioness
with some interest before a grin of recognition lit her eyes.  

"Look, sweetling," she'd answered and pointing at the skirt
that had crept up Leon's thighs, " . . look at how it is
running down her leg." Before anyone could stop her, she
lifted Leon's skirt.  "See, It came from her own cock." Then
she had turned to Leon.  "Very nice job, dear.  Does your
Mistress let you play with others?"

That had ended the evening.  Leon had given his gagged safe-
signal and ended both the scene and his chance of winning
their agreement.  They had returned to her apartment where she
had assisted a silent Leon out of his costume.  She had not
seen him since.

Until now.
 
The swirling onset of the transformation effect jerked Chris
from her memories.  This time when her head cleared, the image
in the mirror was again her own reflection.  Or almost her
own.  A second glance at the mirror revealed that her nipples,
good god, her nipples!

Her nipples looked like something off a Playtex Nurser baby
bottle.  Her aureoles were thick, rounded; the tips tightly
puckered and fully, impudently erect.  Hesitantly, she lifted
her hands to feel them, to make sure they were really hers.

That was a mistake.


The instant her fingers grazed the turgid, fleshy tips, her
nervous system seemed to short-circuit again and she teetered
drunkenly against the gnawing need burning in her guts.  Only
this time, there was no orgasmic relief, no surcease.  Her
stomach clenched as heat flowed back into her loins and her
woman's muscles sought vainly for something to draw into her,
for something to fill her.

"I would be careful about that if I were you." was the soft,
sardonic comment from behind her.  She spun to face Leon.  "We
are going to go out and have a little fun today - just you, me
and whoever else figures out what is going on.  Naturally, I
want you to enjoy our little playtime, so the slightest touch
or pressure on your skin will be amplified many times by your
pleasure centers.  Every single square inch of you is now an
erogenous zone.  Most of your body is now as erotically active
as your aroused clitoris used to be.  Your usual hot spots
are, of course, proportionately more sensitive."

"Oh my God, how wonderful." Christiana's verbal response was
completely at odds with the horror she was really feeling, but
she had no control over what came out of her mouth. 

Leon's answering smile was grim.  "I would not be so sure. 
You can't orgasm from any of it. And the arousal won't wear
off - it will just keep growing." he let that sink in.  "Of
course, that might ultimately become harmful and thus free
you. You can still cum, darling, but only from anal play. 
When you are horny enough, aroused enough, then you will beg
me to take your ass.  I am not going to make you ask me.  You
will have to do it yourself, for yourself.  How long will you
hold out?  And of course, we will need to return here to
complete the act, won't we?"

What a perfect punishment, Chris realized.  He knew her
aversion to anal sex play as well as Molly did.  She did not
even like having her bum licked, and now, she was going to
lose her last virginity.  The only time she'd ever enjoyed
having anything up her ass had been when Molly had ordered her
to orgasm with her finger up her butt, and that did not count.
In the past, she had tried toys up her ass, but they had been
very small ones. Even those had hurt too much for her to find
any pleasure.  And Leon was not small - his cock was only a
little over six inches long, but he was *thick*.  

Desire and longing curled sinuously around inside her belly
and warred with her virgin's fear.  For now, the fear won, but
for how long when every touch, every bit of physical contact
would stoke the smoldering need in her?  Maybe she should beg
for it now, get it over with.  What was the saying, "If t'were
better done, t'were better done quickly."?

Licking her lips, she fought to find the courage to defeat her
phobic fear of anal penetration.  And finally failed.  

Leon had watched her face as she battled within herself and
had seen her capitulation.  "Get dressed, Christiana.  A nice
short denim skirt, I think, and a cotton button down blouse. 
Matching high heels, at least three inches would be nice, too. 
You may wear whatever under garments you like."

That had confused Chris until she had tried to put on a bra
and panty set.  The slinky caress on her breasts from the
bra's silken cups had lasted for all of about two seconds
before she had literally ripped them off.  Thankfully, she had
not gotten the silken panties anywhere near her mons - just
the hint of satin sliding up her inner thighs had nearly
toppled her off her feet.  Ten minutes later, Chris presented
herself to Leon, dressed as directed and without any underwear
to tease and torment her already fevered nerve endings.

The afternoon was a blur for Chris.  She felt like she had
come down with a very sexy flu virus.  She was so feverishly
hot - literally.  A sheen of perspiration made her flushed
face shine.  Her lips were so dry she had to keep running her
tongue up and down their length to moisten them.  She felt
everything so acutely.  Light wisps of air trickling over her
arms felt like tiny electric shocks. Just the feel of Leon's
hand gently holding hers was making her crazy. 

And the ever present, ever-growing *need*.  It started as an
appetite and became a hunger.  Then she was famished.  Now, as
they walked back into her apartment, she was starving. 

Even her eyesight seemed to be affected as every iota of her
being was concentrated on one thing - surcease from this
awful, burning desire.  Slowly, as her need for relief built,
her vision tunneled until all she could see was Leon.  Leon
was the key.  Only Leon could free her from this unquenchable
thirst.  She wanted to attack him like some sexual vampire,
and feast upon him.

And why not?  He had done this to her.  He had made her deal
with some of her most private, most humiliatingly submissive
fantasies over the course of her afternoon in his thrall. 
They had always been there, lurking inside her; things she
would not admit even to herself, and somehow, Leon had found
them all.  Found them and made her face them.  Made her live
them.  

Made her love them.

They had eaten what had probably been a superb luncheon at a
small cafe on Newbury Street.  She could not remember what had
been on her plate.  Leon had gotten them a table in little,
dark alcove in the far back of the restaurant.  Gallantly, he
had seated Chris with her back to the small opening into the
alcove. "Unbutton your blouse, sweet.  I want to enjoy looking
at those lovely breasts as I enjoy my luncheon." And so she
had, her darkened nipples flashing their increasingly
attentive waiter each time he came to refill a water glass or
to make some unneeded inquiry.   At the end of the meal, Leon
had told her to "Tip the man, sweet."  When she had reached
for her purse, he had shaken his head. "No, Love.  Tip him
with your mouth."

She had fallen on her ordered task with helpless enthusiasm,
much to the shock and then pleasure of their college student
waiter.  The problem, from Christiana's standpoint, was how
utterly wonderful it felt having his cock in her mouth and his
hands on her body.   The pressure inside her kept building and
building, particularly once Leon remembered to "tip" the
busboy as well.  She might not remember her lunch but the
taste of those two boys was still tangy on her tongue. Chris
had left the restaurant far hotter than when she had arrived
and very glad for the short fuses of the two young men.

Their next stop had been a dress boutique where she had been
made to orally pleasure the shop girl after that young woman
had given Chris a very red bottom with a lovely, antique
silver hair brush.

And then there had been the stock boy at the grocery Leon had
made her brush herself up against, causing the poor fellow a
very painful erection. By way of apology, Chris had treated
him to a superb hand-job in the meat locker while giving him
lessons in the finer points of kissing a woman.  He had
learned his lessons very well and Chris had been almost cross
eyed-horny when they had left to return, finally, to her
apartment.

She *had* to have relief.  She *had* to have Leon.  He was
*only* a man, after all.  He would give her what she wanted,
what she needed.

Closing the door behind her back, Chris almost smacked her
lips at Leon as she began to stalk her prey.  Leon watched her
approach with that little smile still on his face.  It was so
satisfying to watch it vanish as she pressed her body up
against him and kissed him passionately while she fondled his
penis through his trousers.  "Yesssssss..." she purred into
his mouth.

Leon brought her into a ruthless hug and returned her kiss
with interest.  Chris almost blacked out as the pressures
inside her grew geometrically under Leon's onslaught.  "Did it
ever occur to you, Chris," he hissed as he nibbled at an
earlobe, "That I could take you, make love to you and it would
not help you at all?  You have to beg me, luv, and I have to
take your gorgeous ass for you to get any relief."

Oh god, she would die if he did that.  She broke down, all but
babbling incoherently.  "Oh god, Leon, please, please.  I need
it so badly.  I burn with it.  Please, make it go away."

Leon undid her blouse and skirt, letting them fall from her
shivering body.  "What do you want me to do, Chris, you have
to tell me."

"Damn you, fuck me.  Take me.  I need you inside me NOW!" her
hands were ripping at his fly front, clumsy in her desperate
need.

"Where, Chris?  You have to tell me where."

"In my ass!!  Please, do it.  Oh god, I can't stand much more
of this.  Please fuck my ass!"

Leon scooped the nearly deranged Chris up in his arms and
carried her to the bedroom where he laid her face-down on the
edge of the bed so that her knees touched the floor.  Chris
was beyond doing anything.  Rational thought was beyond her. 
She felt him part her buttocks and then felt something cool
and slippery swath her there.

Whatever fear she had felt about having a man bugger her was
buried by her overwhelming need.  She felt the first nudge
against her anus, then another as Leon tried to line himself
up.  It was more than she could take.  Instinct took over and
she reared backwards - towards Leon.

It was not gentle.  Leon might have gone slowly, might have
been gentle now that he'd won.  Now that he had broken her. 
Chris, however, was too far gone to tolerate either gentle or
slow.  The bulbous head popped through the ring of muscle into
her rectum to the accompaniment of Christiana's scream of
triumph and pain, but she could not stop there, could not give
herself time to become accustomed to the thick invader.  In
one smooth movement, she engulfed his entire cock into the
humid, pulsing depths of her ass.

In her mirror, she dazedly noticed Leon's eyes crossing as she
'grabbed' him with all her fever maddened strength.  Gritting
his teeth to hold off his own imminent explosion, he rasped
into her ear, "You will cum when you feel my seed splash your
guts, Christiana, and not before."

Christiana screamed her understanding and began to furiously
milk him with muscle and movement, seeking to force that
devoutly desired consummation.  

"God, it feels so good", two voiced shouted in unison.

Then, Leon's slippery grasp on his control failed and he drove
into her with all his own need.  His release triggered Chris,
and together they spun into darkness.

Chapter 8:  Release

Chris woke to find herself resting on the floor, her back
spooned into the heat of Leon's body.  His arms were hugging
her below her breasts, holding her protectively to him.  It
was . . . nice.  She sighed and snuggled closer.

In doing so, she brought her breasts into contact with the
back of one of his hands, and the familiar surge of desire
flashed from nipple to her groin.  Helpless, she groaned in
dismay and renewed need.

Leon stirred, hugging her closer and brushing his beard
roughened chin against nape of her neck.  Her squealing
response shocked him awake.  "Chris, what is the matter??"

"Your last order." she gasped, "It is still in effect and my
nerves can't distinguish cuddling from fondling."  Her hips
were beginning to buck, trying to find an erection that was
not there.  "Oh, God, I am *so* horny."

Leon understood, and rested his hands on her.  "Easy, love. 
Enough.  I release you."

The arousal vanished without a trace.  "Oh, thank you, Leon." 
she yelled as she spun in his arms to embrace him.  "Thank
you."

His returning embrace was warm and comforting.  They rested on
the floor, just holding one another while the cold winter's
light dimmed in the west, darkening the bedroom.  "Will you be
all right when I leave, Chris?  I was pretty hard on you."

Chris snuggled closer.  "Actually, I think I will be."  She
kissed him gently on the cheek.  "but I think I would be
better if you stayed the night, just to make sure.  That bed
would be much warmer with two of us in there. And maybe. . ." 
Chris leaned back to run a finger nail down his chest, a
questioning look on her face.

"What, Chris?"

"Maybe you'd make love to me that way, again?  I'd like to try
it without the spell compelling me."  She looked away
embarrassed.  "Just to prove that I can, you understand."

"Of course."  His tongue was firmly in his cheek.  "I, ahhh,
might need a little help getting up for the experiment,
though."

A soft hand got a firm grip on the root of the problem.  "Oh,
I think that might be possible." Chris purred.  "Join me in
the bed?"

They had made love long into the cold winter's night.  When
mortal flesh finally gave up, they cuddled up to sleep.  Chris
drowsed, her head pillowed on Leon's shoulder, her mind
languidly reviewing the day's lessons.  

What would Eric think of anal sex?  Hopefully. now that she no
longer feared it, and in fact, liked it, he would not be too
hard to convince.  Maybe she could get him to top her, too. 
Having faced her bottoming fantasies had made them less
frightening.  She just did not want to play with strangers,
anymore.  That was too dangerous with AIDS out there, but 
Adrian had assured her that, while under the effects of the
spell, nothing dangerous could happen to her.  She would not
have that going for her once she had paid this price in full,
but she did want to play the bottom some more.

With Eric, her mind whispered as sleep finally claimed her. 
She wanted to play with her Eric.