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The Submissive Dominant	By : Daydreamer79 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 11740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor do I make any money from the writing of this ficion

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I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it.

Warnings: cross-dressing, toys, humiliation, use of an enema. Please note that this is BDSM fantasy and is not a complete and true representation of the scene as a whole.

The Submissive Dominant

Part Six

Sundays were usually Sasuke’s day of rest. Because of his nature, he wasn’t comfortable leaving his restaurants in the hands of others often, even if it was Suigetsu. It was part of his need to control all aspects of his life, and defiantly one of the problems bound to arise in his relationship with Naruto.

His thoughts drifted to his new Dom. It seemed almost surreal that he’d allowed things to go so far as to accept a man as his Dom. He’d consented to play the sub in their relationship but it was more than that. He was willingly turning over his pleasure, pain, and every part of himself over to Naruto.

It was as if he was standing before a dark cave and though he felt unsure about what he would find if he ventured inside, his curiosity wouldn’t allow him to stay back. He had to see where this relationship took him. Switches weren’t uncommon. He’d never considered himself one of them, but if he was unable to cope with submission, there was nothing preventing him from returning to his comfort zone as a Dom.

As he flipped through the Sunday paper while nibbling on his lunch, he couldn’t help but wonder about Naruto’s incoming gift. It was Sunday, so the actual mail delivery was out of the question. Was he going to bring it himself?

Not likely. Already Naruto had shown a perchance for surprising Sasuke with the least expected actions. Bringing his gift and instructions himself was out of the question.

As if his thoughts on the matter were a sign for his journey to begin, the doorbell rang. The sound effectively jarred Sasuke from his thoughts and forced his heart into a wildly pounding staccato. He knew whomever was at his door would possess his new Dom’s instructions.

“Breathe, damn it,” he snarled under his breath before calmly opening the door.

Standing before him was a pimply faced teenager with a bored expression holding a rather large and unmarked cardboard box. The boy didn’t leer or make obscene comments, making Sasuke sure he wasn’t aware of the contents he held–whatever they might be.

“Sasuke Uchiha?”

Sasuke nodded as the box was transferred to his arms, handing the boy a ten for his trouble. This was definitely from Naruto. He had no doubt but couldn’t help but ask.

“Who sent this?”

The boy shrugged, pocketing the ten dollar bill. “My neighbor paid me fifty bucks to deliver this to Sasuke Uchiha at this address. Easy money. My girl lives two blocks over. I was going to head over to this part of town anyway.”

Sasuke grunted and slammed the door. He could feel the unseen contents of the box mocking him. Once he opened the box it was over. If he didn’t open the box, his punishment would be just as harsh if not harsher than refusing to follow the directions inside.

For the longest of moments he sat staring at the nondescript brown box. From the outside it was harmless but the inside was a different story. If the jumping in his stomach would ever calm down, he would open the box.

All he could think as he took a box cutter from his junk drawer was that Naruto must have gone shopping immediately after leaving him. If he hadn’t…if he was receiving something worn by another sub…

A dark cloud descended over Sasuke’s face. He refused to share Naruto with anyone. Naruto was his alone. If anyone sought to usurp him, he would strangle them with his bare hands.

Realizing what he was doing, he stumbled back to a chair. His hands began to shake and his stomach roll. He was so insecure about his new position that he was without anything to ground himself. This wasn’t how a submissive should act when receiving a gift, no matter how depraved or torturous the gift would be.

He couldn’t…

Placing his face in his hands, he took several deep breaths while searching desperately for the some semblance of the calm he’d felt the night before under Naruto’s gaze. He still felt the swirling uncertainty and fear, but at least knowing that following Naruto’s instructions would please his Dom and by doing so, please himself.

While sitting staring at anything but the box before him, Sasuke came to a small understanding. He couldn’t be submissive without Naruto. He needed Naruto’s strength and determination to hold him in the role. He needed Naruto to fulfill that part of him needing to be dominated.

He could do this. He would do this.

Sasuke placed his hands on the box. He would focus on the calm Naruto had given him. It was all he could do.

It didn’t feel as he’d thought it would as he opened the box and stared down at the carefully packed gifts. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to feel but annoyance wasn’t it.

Plucking up the tight black leather mini skirt and orange leather halter top, obviously meant to show off more than it hid, he fought the urge to mutilate a small animal. “What the fuck is this?”

A folded note fluttered from the folds of the dress. It probably contained some obscure instructions, making Sasuke cringe at the thought of reading.

He’d assumed the package Naruto sent would be possibly a butt plug or maybe a cock ring. And while a quick glance through the assortment of toys revealed those precise items, there was so much more.

“What happened to starting off slow?” he muttered as he opened the folded parchment.

I’ll pick you up at seven. Use everything in the box. No exceptions. If you leave out a single piece, your punishment will be far worse than already planned.

Sasuke blinked at the coldness of the note. Tone stung a little. It seemed so out of place with the contents of the box.

He sank back to his chair, staring at the contents. It was obvious time was taken to select each and every one of the toys and supplies. Care was evident.

He didn’t want Naruto’s anger. Even through his own resistance, he didn’t want to disappoint his Dom. To do so would hurt worse than any possible punishment given.

Putting aside the dress, garter belt, stockings, and knee high boots while avoiding even looking at them, Sasuke started his investigation of the contents with a small box. Inside were a compact video camera and another small note.

Film every aspect of your preparation. I’ll watch it later.

Again his eyes widened in shock before a flush of impending embarrassment. When Naruto had said that they would start slow, he’d assumed it would maybe deal with dominance play with some bondage and spanking before working up to the more embarrassing aspects. Apparently, starting off slow had a completely different meaning for Naruto.

Swallowing, he retrieved another box. Inside was a black vibrating butt plug. He’d considered the possibility of such a toy being in the box and sat it aside with the small bottle of lubricate. At least his Dom was kind enough to include it. It had been a while since Sasuke had been penetrated and though who actually penetrated had nothing to do with who dominated, he had a suspicion Naruto was a dominant in both mind and body.

A pair of nipple claps attached by thin silver chains to a simple black leather collar was the next added to the growing pile of paraphernalia on his table. It was joined by a simple orange cock ring. The sight of all the newly purchased toys and clothing had Sasuke shivering in anticipation, embarrassment, and fear.

A final glance in the box revealed an object that had Sasuke throwing the box across the room with a scream. “Fuck no!”

He prowled through the house, his body quaking with anxiety. “I fucking refuse, you asshole!”

His anger took him through every room until he once again found himself in the dining area staring at the seemingly innocent box mocking him. He didn’t have to look to know what lay inside.

He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing it even more than it already was. He would dress in drag. He would shove a plug up his ass and place nipple clamps on his body but he couldn’t…

He couldn’t video tape giving himself an enema. That was… What was Naruto thinking? Why would he do this to him? Was he that malicious?

Was this his punishment for the previous night?

Sasuke sank down the wall, his heart both aching and pounding in his chest. He wanted this to work. He truly wanted to please Naruto.

To video administering an enema was too embarrassing. He couldn’t do it. It was too disgusting. He’d never forced Neji or any other submissive to administer one in his presence.

He buried his face in his hands, shuddering at the though. His face heated even more at the mental image. It was the peak of humiliation for him. Naruto wasn’t easing him into his role, but throwing him into the water while shouting, sink or swim.

And his tactic was working. Sasuke was being forced to make a decision. He was being presented with some task or instruction. He was being tested.

Taking slow, deep breaths helped. He was able to find his equilibrium through breathing, or at least something similar to equilibrium.

He could do this. He could prove to Naruto that he was strong enough to overcome his fears, shame, and self. He would please him.

Taking a deep breath, he took the box and returned everything to its place before walking slowly into the bedroom. He’d never felt this nervous or anxious to please while still feeling torn apart inside.

He constantly doubted himself and this choice to become Naruto’s submissive. Was it the right choice? Was he allowing Naruto to trick him into something he wasn’t prepared for?

While he understood Naruto’s path and could not truly find fault with him, he could not trust himself. He was allowing himself to be bent but was it his only option? Had any other Dom approached him, would he have had the same reaction? Would they have seen what Naruto did?

For the longest time he sat pondering himself. Words spoken to him by Hinata, Itachi, and Naruto all swirled together. They left only one confirmation.

He wanted to do this. Even if it only lasted for a while, he wanted it. Even if it was only a fleeting part of his psyche allowing this change, he wanted to follow the rabbit hole as far as it went and hoped he wouldn’t lose a part of himself in the process.

Taking the camera from the box, he reviewed the directions and shot a few experimental videos to ensure it was working properly. He wouldn’t allow an error on his part be the cause of a harsher punishment or disappointment in him playing across Naruto’s face.

As the hours ticked by, Sasuke remained in his bedroom staring at the innocently appearing box. The time for Naruto’s arrival drew nigh. He had to begin preparing.

As much as he loathed it, the enema needed to come first. He would need to shower before dressing and an enema could get messy.

He adjusted the camera before stripping his clothes and tossing them in the hamper. For several long moments he stared at the camera as if it was his enemy. What he was about to do disgusted and embarrassed him beyond what he’d thought he could stand.

The camera was watching him like a disembodied eye, recording his every motion and expression. But, it wasn’t any eye that watched him. It was Naruto’s eyes. He would watch the tape. He would see the embarrassment and shame performing such an action for the camera brought on Sasuke.

Panting a little in nervousness and embarrassment, he filled the enema bag with the saline water. His eyes kept darting back to the recording camera, obviously full of shame at the knowledge Naruto would see this–possibly tonight.

He dabbed a little of the lubricant on the tip before inserting it past his anal sphincter. It was a minor nuisance but not painful. The worse part was about to ensue.

With a shaking hand, he released the clamp on the tube. Immediately he felt the liquid gushing into his body, filling him until he thought he would burst. A whimper escaped and his eyes once more darted to the camera.

His lips parted, panting desperately. He didn’t like this. He wanted it to end.

He held in the water by clenching his anal muscles as tight as he could and removed the tubing before relaxing as best he could. A small cry escaped at the feel of fluid gushing from his anus. The telltale sound of water along with heavier splashes had him flushing a bright red. It was apparent in the sound what was coming from his body.

His jaw clenched and his eyes clenched shut as if attempting to block out the embarrassment of it all. This was probably the single most embarrassing moment of his life, and no one was around to witness it in person. Only a camera was there, recording his suffering for Naruto’s pleasure.

“Oh, God,” he whimpered.

The sound echoed in the bathroom, making his voice seem louder than it was. His body went taunt at the escaped words. He hadn’t meant to utter them but was unable to take them back.

The embarrassment of his current situation was nearly too great to bear. He wanted to cry. He wanted to beg someone to help him. He needed his Dom to help him through this and he wasn’t there.

His body began shaking, knuckles white as they clenched in fists upon his thighs. He needed to gather his control tight to him. He could get through this and earn the praise and comfort he so desperately needed.

As the splashing stopped, he wiped himself before starting the shower. Instead of feeling clean, he felt dirty in a way that no amount of water could clean. It was a solitary feeling embarrassment and torture with nothing to sooth his battered emotions. He very much doubted the water would offer much comfort.

The sound of the spray pounding against the tile was, in its way, relaxing. He allowed it to fall on his body like tiny hands massaging his skin and muscles as he leaned against the cool ceramic wall.

It was debatable if the worst was over or if he was in for more torture from Naruto. All he could do was follow the instructions to the best of his ability and hope his actions pleased him.

He stepped from the shower almost on autopilot. He’d forgotten that he’d left the camera running and took it from the counter. There was still much left to do.

He slipped the cock ring over his flaccid length. He was smart enough to begin with that before the nipple clamps or butt plug. It would be annoying if he became too hard before adjusting it in place.

Adjusting the camera for a satisfying enough angle, he settled on his knees upon the bed with the butt plug and lubricant. There were no specifications about insertion, only that it needed to be done. Assuming that Naruto was leaving it open for him on purpose, he opted to stretch a little before inserting anything.

He squirted lube on his fingers before pressing them inside his anus, causing a slight wince. He really should have bought a vibrator before this. He didn’t mind either position as far as sex went, but with Neji, he’d been a complete top. It was how their dynamic worked.

Biting his lip to keep his sounds inside after that embarrassing near breakdown during the enema, he began stroking his fingers in and out of his anus to relax the muscles. It was an arousing feeling. He nearly forgot about the camera capturing his looks of pleasure as his fingers teased the nerves around the hole of his anus.

He could feel his cock growing hard as well as the confining feeling brought on by the ring. Unless he wanted to suffer more, he needed to relax and finish what he was doing minus the pleasure–if that was possible.

He bit his lip and extracted his fingers before smearing lube on the plug and carefully inserting it inside. A small moan escaped and his hips bucked backwards. The thickness inside him was both painful and pleasurable–a tantalizing mixture of the two.

Sweat broke out on his freshly washed body as he moved into a sitting position. Another moan erupted from him and his neck arched back while he attempted to gain his lost control. It had been so damn long since he’d been stretched like this. The problem was that it wasn’t deep enough.

It teased him, shifting inside his body with each movement. He could feel it rubbing his insides without any way of satisfying himself.

Somehow, Naruto had known it had been a while. It was why he’d sent so much. He was seeking to overload him. And, he was succeeding.

Glancing at the clock, he cursed. He needed to finish dressing so that he would have time to arrange his hair and be ready for Naruto the instant he knocked.

Deciding to leave the camera where it was, he extracted the garter belt from the box. It was a surprisingly accurate fit. Only a professional fitting could make it any more perfect.

He moaned a little as he sat to pull on the black silk stockings. The plug shifted again, making him curse his lot in life. He was going to be nothing but goo by the time came for his Dom to arrive.

Feeling the silk slide up his thighs, he was grateful for his waxing of his body. Silk felt better against smooth skin.

Standing before the mirror, he fastened the collar around his neck, followed by the clamps on his nipples. His face became a scowl at the sight he presented. His body looked ready to be fucked.

His cock stood at half mast between his thighs while the silk stockings and garter belt gave him a strangely appealing appearance. His Dom was going to present him to others, possibly people he associated with at the club. Would he be able to perform as was expected or would his rebellious nature ruin everything?

It was enough to make him snarl. He slammed a hand against the mirror. He was falling too fast and he needed something to slow his decent. Anything.

The chains connecting the clamps to his collar jingled, creating an almost musical sound. He closed his eyes in dismay. As if the feelings weren’t enough, he was being bombarded by sounds as well.

Shuddering, he reached for the orange panties and slid them on before fastening the garters. If he’d been in his right mind, he would have sneered at such garish colored underwear. As he was now, he could barely think beyond the sensory overload he was experiencing.

His hands shook as he pulled on the short leather skirt and then the orange leather halter. It seemed so strange, like an out of body experience. As he looked at the image he presented, his entire body began to shake.

His eyes looked wide and his lips red and parted. He was dressed for his Dom who wasn’t there. He was…

Everything left him and he collapsed on the bed with a small, pathetic whine. “Please.”

He couldn’t take it. It was too much. The feel of the butt plug offering no satisfaction without the missing remote, of which he was certain was in Naruto’s possession. The nipple clamps only served to arouse him with their slight ache. The arousal in turn brought his cock ring into play.

His suffering was complete. In his current state, he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t think. He could barely walk.

His hair still needed styling and his knee high boots were lying discarded on the floor. He needed to finish dressing but all he could do was lay on the bed and shiver.

He’d given himself an enema, inserted a butt plug, and cross-dressed…yet there was no one there. The only viewer wasn‘t even a living person. It wasn’t his Dom. He couldn’t do this without him.

This wasn’t right. He couldn’t fall so fast. He was coming dangerously close to crashing into the bottom without the safety of his Dom…of his master.

Tears pooled in his eyes and swiped violently at them. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t break.

He screamed out his frustration into the pillow. This was torture. All that was left of him was the frustration of being alone.

Where was his Dom? Where was Naruto? He should be here to take care of him. He should be here to help him transition. Why did he have to do this alone?

Closing his eyes he breathed in and out, searching for the inner strength to finish preparing. He needed to prove himself. He needed to show that he could be Naruto’s submissive.

Standing shakily, he stumbled to the bathroom where he attempted to style his hair. It wasn’t of his usual standard, but under the stress and physical stimulation, it was the best he could do. He hoped it was enough for Naruto.

He zipped up his boots and made his way to wait at the front door. He would never again make the mistake of making his Dom wait. This punishment bordered on cruel.

He slumped against the wall near the front door for support. The pressure against his ass caused the plug to shift inside, bringing another moan to his lips as well as a shot of pleasure up his cock.

It would be so easy to touch himself. While he was under orders not to orgasm, his Dom hadn’t said a thing concerning touching himself.

The dress was short and his cock had already caused a damp spot to appear on the orange panties. It would be easy enough to give himself a few strokes. He really needed something…anything.

He was nearly insane, his hips to the point of rubbing frantically against the wall while his fingers clawed at the plaster. Where was Naruto? He needed him. He couldn’t take any more of this solo stimulation with no hope of release.

“Please,” he whispered into the empty foyer.

The words had just left his lips when the doorbell rang. It chimed loud in his ear but the only thought running through his mind was that his Dom had finally come. Naruto was here. He wasn’t alone any longer. He could finally see the look of pride on his face knowing that he’d done everything ordered of him and was still able to open the door immediately.

He swung open the door and Naruto was there.

A great wave of relief washed through Sasuke. His Dom was here. He was falling apart without him.

“Ah…”

He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t express his happiness at finally being with him.

Tears filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. He fell immediately into his Dom’s arms, Naruto easily catching him and lowering him to the ground.

His hands clawed at his Dom, not wanting to let go. He couldn’t be alone when he was like this. Control was lost and he needed someone to brace him against the void created.

“Sasuke,” whispered his Dom.

And Sasuke broke.

To be continued.

AN: Okay I’m going to address several things in this AN. The first is, I’ve had some comments here on AFF concerning Naruto being abusive. First off, BDSM isn’t just role play. A huge part is the mental break down of all walls. It’s so hard to describe but Naruto isn’t doing anything that Sasuke isn’t willing to accept. He might fight it but inside, he wants what Naruto is offering. Their relationship is a dynamic and those of you who have issues with it are reading it at face value without looking between the lines. I can’t really help you any more than that.

Second, there was a comment left here concerning stereotypes. A stereotype is this. Sasuke widened his eyes as far as he could because his eyes were like all Asian eyes. I did not write that. I never made any reference to all Asians. I said that Sasuke’s eyes were narrow as a result of his Asian ancestry which is not a stereotype unless you can tell me with 100% certainty that Asian descended people’s eye shape has nothing to do with them being Asian. I’m not changing anything in this story to satisfy you and call what you saying just grandstanding. (Also, eye does not mean that his eyeball is shaped any different than any other eyeball. In English literature for hundreds of years, the term eye refers to the visible shape of the eye including the lids and shape of skin and muscle outside it and not the eye ball alone.) That’s all I’m going to say on the matter.

Also, for those of you who misunderstood me in my last post. I’ll continue to update AFF on my ongoing stories but I very much doubt I’ll post new stuff unless they get rid of the horrible lag and script errors that I go through when posting on the AFF site. To view my Ygal account, you HAVE to be a member of the site. I block my gallery to members only.

Lastly, Thank you so much to AngelTalion for your wonderful reviews. They were really flattering and made me happy to read them. Your praise is part of the reason this chapter was released so quickly.

Thank you everyone who reviews. This is proof that comments feed my perverted muses.
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