Calliope: The Snow Queen Pt. 01

The Beginning

It started innocently enough. As innocent as anything is for me, it seems.

I am 50 years old, assigned male at birth and rather feminine. I am 5'6", it seems I inherited my short father's genes. I am in good shape though soft around the edges: a bit of swell in my upper chest, soft belly, wider hips, much less hairy than average and what is there is fair, and my hair is dyed blue and cut into an a-line bob. I often wonder if Mother Nature got distracted when she gave me male rather than female genitalia. Speaking of genitalia, my penis is, at its most erect, maybe 4". I swear that I have seen clitorises larger in some of the porn that I have watched. I call it my clit or my twig since I have the corresponding berries, also small. Often, both my twig and berries seem to want to retract into my body,

I identify as non-binary and trans feminine. What is interesting is that the term sissy does not impact me because I feel emasculated. It impacts me because it exaggerates that I am not a woman by birth even though I have embraced my feminine side for the last ten years. I grew up with two older sisters, both about my size. I could and often did borrow their clothes when I was younger. I have a sense that they knew though have never said anything about it. I would often find some of their clothes mixed into my clean laundry, particularly panties, and I would wear them and put them back in the common laundry basket. They were lovely supportive sisters and, whether they knew it or not, I envied their shapely bodies.

I was never interested in sport, instead nurturing my geeky, loner, introvert aspects and becoming adept of working with computers and software. When I was forty, I sold my third company and decided that I was well off enough to share some with my sisters and parents to assure that they were comfortable and keep the rest and retire. Since then, I have been more out an about in female attire, engaging in travel and hobbies, skiing being one of them.

That is how this all started. I traveled to a new resort, in Colorado, and did not bother taking my skis, just my boots. I joined a ski and snowboard gear service and visited the office to rent my skis. When I arrived, there was no one there but her. Her badge identified her as "CC" and I introduced myself to her and explained that I had reserved some gear. She looked me up and down, taking me in, an experience that left me blushing a bit. I had one of my ski boots with me and I was wearing skirted leggings and a hoodie along with fleece lined boots, rather feminine. She was wearing an oversized branded hoodie from the resort, leggings, and her own fleece boots in a style that matched mine. We were also similar in height and as far as I could tell build.

I was immediately struck by her confidence. Her steady eye contact as she greeted me disarmed me. She politely asked me how I identified, and I was honest with her. She confirmed my name, Simone, on the reservation, and asked me a few questions about my ability and experience. She found some skis and poles for me, the skis clearly marketed toward women based on their decoration and the poles a bright pink. I smiled as she explained that I could exchange them as many times as I liked and that she would be on duty Thursdays through Mondays.

I tipped her and felt her slip a card into my hand as she leaned over to whispered in my ear, "You have been such a good girl, Simone. I don't usually mix my lines of work though you are just too tempting to pass up. Check out the information on my card."

I was flustered and thanked her, leaving the shop and putting the card in my pocket. It was a blue bird day after some new powder snow, so I fetched my other boot and gear and did some turns on the skis which suited me quite well. I forgot about the card for now though not the experience. I wondered if CC was teasing me when she bent over in her leggings, showing me her delicious bottom. It was hard to determine the rest of her figure due to the oversized hoodie. When I got back to my suite, I remembered the card. There was a link to a phone and video sex site that I knew with her information: Calliope: The Snow Princess.

My heart skipped a few beats as I fetched my computer and looked her up. I was already a member of the site, and I was familiar with the search interface. I found her and was struck by her shapely body with full breasts and toned legs. She seemed so plain and girl next door at the gear shop while she looked like the vixen that she described herself as on the site. What's more, she was a dominant. I guessed that her age was accurate--30--and she wrote about being a nurse as well as loving the outdoors, skiing and rafting. It all fit. I was gob smacked! I sent her a quick note with trembling hands so she would know my username and could view my profile.

I was rather descriptive in my profile, and I updated it right after I sent her the message so it was current. I checked back each day to see if she had read my message and I, again, imagine that she was teasing me as it sat unread for 4 days. On the 5th day, the site showed that she had read the message and my mouth went dry. The timing was such that she was not in the shop for two more days, something I imagine that was also deliberate. I tried my best to put her out of my mind though it proved a constant distraction.

I went back to the shop when I knew she would be there to exchange my skis. We exchanged pleasantries though spoke nothing of her other line of work. When she was bringing me my skis, she also handed me a small box with a sly smile though with no explanation.

I tipped her more generously than the previous time and she smiled, inquiring "When will you be returning these?" I noted the date which happened to be on one of her days off the next week, one of the last days of the ski season. She nodded and said, "Perfect. Look out for a few notes from me." I nodded and went on my way.

I was eager to ski but my curiosity got the better of me. I went to the gender-neutral bathroom and opened the package. Inside was a tiny cock cage not unlike the ones I had toyed with on my own. What was interesting is that it was disassembled. I searched the package and found the note: "Hello, Simone. I am hoping that we can start a lovely connection. If yes, put this on--it is self-locking--and answer the note that I will send you the site. If not, return this to the shop when you return your skis." My clit throbbed at the thought of committing myself to this relative stranger. I was soon too engorged to put on the cage, so I put the pieces back in the box and went skiing.

Later that day, after skiing, I showered, being sure to carefully shave my privates, then, before I lost my nerve, I put on the cage, my heart pounding as I heard and saw the magnets engage. I then logged into the site and saw the "new message" icon. With trembling hands, I opened the message, which read, "Simone, if you are reading this, I presume you are wearing my cage. Please take a photo of it and include it your reply to this message. Please, also, tell me your life situation and availability. I am committed to work at the resort until April 30 and then I am off until November 1st. I don't yet have any commitments for the summer. Miss Calliope."

I swallowed, hands continuing to tremble, clit swelling in the tiny cage. I took a photo and attached it to my reply. I explained that I was retired, financially stable, and, like her, had no upcoming commitments though had hoped to do some travel. I let her know where I was based and I pondered that I would have to deal with TSA on the way home, a first part of my submission to her. I took a deep breath and sent the message. Later than night, she replied, thanking me for the confirmation and information and letting me know that she was possibly house sitting in my state this spring and summer and that the house might be a good place to meet. She said that she would reach out to me after April 30 and that buying some of her photo sets and videos would help her decide if she would have me after all. It had not occurred to me that she could ghost me and leave my clit locked up!

The First Call

I finished up my vacation, my mind wandering to what might be in store for me with Miss Calliope in the future. I returned the skis, left the resort, had an awkward conversation with TSA, and made it home. I had started getting used to the stifled erections that I experienced, and I was tempted to use the Magic Wand on the cage though also knew that I would not be able to keep it from Miss Calliope. On May 1st, I got a message on the site asking when I would be available for a video chat.

My impulse was to say, "Now?" since I saw the indicator that she was online.

"Give me a call, Simone!" commanded Miss Calliope.

I placed the video call, and she appeared somewhere between her ski attire and her photos on the site. Skintight leggings and a white tank top over her full breasts held by a black lace bra, modest makeup, hair tied back.

"Yes, Simone, sports bras do wonders for making me look like a 15-year-old boy. I try to downplay my sexuality at the resort. There are waaaaay too many entitled ski and snowboard bros there. Ugh, it's terrible sometimes. I appreciated how sweet and polite you were with me, Plus, to be honest, you intrigued me. Truth be told, we don't get many trans girls where I am from in the South."

I smiled, saying, "I find you more and more attractive Miss Calliope, though it was your accent that first snagged me."

She replied, "And what else reeled you in, Simone?"

I swallowed and stammered, "I... I think you were teasing me, though it could be in my head. I mean, when you bent over, it was impossible not to be captivated. And then what you whispered in my ear." I trailed off.

She laughed, "You were something of an easy catch, I must admit. I honest to goodness have never mix my work, whether as a nurse or at the gear shop or rafting, with my other work, though you seemed just too darn cute to pass up."

I smiled, "Thank you, Miss Calliope, I very much appreciate hearing that from you. I feel... special."

"You are special," she cooed, "and we are going to have fun together. I am, in fact house sitting for my friend. She will be out of the country from May until October. Would you like to join me on trial-like basis, at first, and then maybe longer? I haven't had a dedicated toy in a while. My nurse work had me moving around a lot and the outdoor sports are not so conducive to having a toy." She caressed her breasts over the tank top and traced her lips with her finger, cocking her head at me."

"I... I would like to try that very much, thank you, Miss Calliope," I replied, struggling to get it out.

"Goody goody gumdrops!" she exclaimed, clapping and bouncing her breasts. "Now, I presume you have some toys, right? Tell me what is handy."

"I have some clover clamps with a chain, wrist and ankle shackles, a timed lock box, a few different gags, a whole bag full of clothes pins, some time release locks, some master locks, some paracord" I answered, continuing, "that's just what's handy. I confess that I have been tying myself up though not getting myself off with the Magic Wand as I know that I could not keep it from you. It's been a long time since I released."

She nodded, saying, "Good girl! OK, clothes off, pet, and neatly set them to the side. I have a nice view of that bed. Do you have any plugs or dildos?"

"Y-yes, I have a number of remote-controlled plugs and other toys," I replied as I was removing my clothes, a t-shirt, leggings, and panties, leaving me in the tiny cage.

"Get your favorite plug and set me up to control it. Get all those other things, too," she said, standing up and peeling down her leggings to reveal panties matching her bra. She also pulled the tank top over her head and set both it and the leggings aside. She sat farther back on the bed with her legs spread. I took her in briefly as I was gathering the items. "Show me the gags," she commanded, and I showed her the large ring gag, the deep throat gag, and the tube gag. "Not the deep throat gag, that could be risky. Let's have you keep the tube gag though don't put it on just yet. And Miss is fine, pet."

I nodded, setting the two unneeded gags aside, replying, "Yes, Miss."

She caressed her body sensually and smiled at me, saying, "So obedient. First, what is your computer on?"

"A rolling side table for the bed," I replied.

"Do the wheels lock?" she inquired and I nodded. "Great, lock them." I complied and returned, waiting for her to continue. "OK, set two of the time release locks for... four hours... I think that is a good start."

"Yes Miss," I gulped out, knowing 2 hours was as long as I had lasted in self-bondage before.

"Lock on the tube gag, pet," she continued, and I complied with one of the timed locks, groaning inwardly knowing how much it would make me drool though I would be able to breathe easily. "Now, put that plug in, use your mouth and drool to lube it up." I had picked a particularly large plug as I wanted it to stay in and I used my drool to wet it before turning it on and inserting it, also giving Miss control of it. It immediately sprang to life as she toyed with the settings, leaving it on a dull throbbing buzz. "Sometime soon, I want to watch you do your own self bondage, perhaps with some input from me, and I can read you erotica or something. Or, hmmmm, you did say you like hypnosis and trance on your profile and that's something that I have dabbled in recently."

I nodded mutely and she continued. "OK, what predicament to create for you?" She tapped her lips with a well-manicured finger. "And times a-wastin'! Ah! I have got it." She bounced again on the bed like a giddy child with a new toy, which, I supposed, was true. "Toss those keys to the head of the bed, pet." I did so and looked back at her, drool flowing liberally now and P-spot being massaged by the large vibrating plug. "Shackle those ankles and kneel on the end of the bed." I followed her instructions, and she smiled, "Now, let's see, I wonder how many clothes pins that you have. I will count as you put them all over your body." I knew how many I had, and I did my best to be creative putting the 50 clothes pins on my body--chest but not nipples, septum, ears, tongue, inner thighs, all over.

She cackled with delight, saying, "Oh my, you are a perverted little pet aren't you?" I nodded and did my best to smile. "Now, tie the paracord to the middle of the chain connecting the clover clamps and tie that to the side table." I could see where this was going and it scared me, though in a good way. I had not felt this out of control in a while. "I can tell you know what is fixin' to happen, can't you?" I nodded. "Well, go ahead, pet." I clamped each nipple and winced at the sharp pain. She continued, "Put the time release lock and the master lock behind you, pet, and then lock your wrists behind you. I want you to shorten that chain as much as you can with the master lock and use the time release lock it to your ankle chain. When you are ready, press that button on the time lock." I nodded and did, hearing the five beeps that sealed my fate for the next four hours.

"Aren't you precious," she cooed as my body trembled, breathing faster now. She ramped up the vibration and my hips were soon bucking until she dialed it back down to a steady buzz, though higher than before. She began to talk to me, her voice taking on a different tone and character. She explained that she wanted to try to trance me. She directed me to pick a spot on her body and stare at it intensely. I chose the wet spot on the panties between her legs. Her silky liquid voice explained that my eyes would stay open on even numbers and close on odd numbers and she started from 100. I had done something similar before though only from 20 so I knew I was susceptible.

As she counted me down slowly, my mind began to get fuzzy, and my eyes were harder and harder to keep open. She slowly worked her way out of her bra and panties, and I now fixated on her pink pussy lips which she began stroking with her fingers. The numbers seemed endless, and it got harder and harder to focus, so soothing was her voice. As I strained to open my eyes, I saw and heard that she was now stroking her pussy with a Magic Wand, bringing herself close to orgasm then backing off and then doing it again. She gasped out, "I like to t-tease my-myself th-though I n-need to be in con-uhhhhh-control."

She back away from her orgasm and toyed with the plug, it now stroking my P-spot as though I was being fucked, saying, "Don't you dare spurt yet, toy, I will be mighty pissed if you do!" After an eternity, I heard her say, "one" and I fell into a deep hole of trance. I don't recall most of what she said though she did figure out that I was susceptible to snapping fingers which greatly aroused me and she learned that I could dry orgasm, my parts convulsing involuntarily in a pleasurable way without release. Once she found this out, she brought me to dry orgasm after dry orgasms, each one causing me to tug at my clamped nipples and squirm.

I barely felt most of the clothes pins though the ones on my ears, tongue, and septum were particularly annoying. As I bucked and writhed, some of them would wiggle and bump into each other. At one point, she left me in a trance, presumably going to do something, leaving me quivering, drooling, nearly sobbing with the intensity of it all.

And then it all started again, the plug more intense, the dry orgasms coming fast, the buzz of her Magic Wand resuming as she pleased herself presumably though I could not tell with my eyes glued shut in the trance. She seemed to bring herself close several times while she toyed with me, my body both a quivering mess and stuck where it was for now. I had no sense of time, I barely knew what was happening. Later, Miss would tell me that I would remember that I forgot though I don't even know if there was anything to forget.

After another eternity, I heard a beep as the time release lock open. I came a little more into focus and heard Miss say, "Open your eyes, pet. You are still in my control, and I want you to see me." My eyes fluttered open and I saw her, a sheen of sweat on her body, puddle of wetness on her bed, hair all mussed. "I am going to count you down, again from 100, and when I tell you to come, you will come." My whole body jerked when this information was shared, and she continued, "and I will come, too. I have been working my way up to a desperate state while I have enjoyed your suffering. And, speaking of suffering, when you come, you will pull those nipple clamps off, for you know that is the only way to get the keys." I nodded absently.

She took her time counting down, teasing me, going back up sometimes, fingering herself, pinching her nipples, using the Magic Wand on her clit and other parts of her body. Finally, she got to ten, looking desperate herself, stammering, "n-nine, uhhhhh, e-eight, ohhhh goddess, se-seven," now looking me deep in the eyes, me knowing that my own ruined orgasm was approaching, the repeated dry orgasms pushing my own arousal to levels I had never felt before, my head swimming. "six, hmmmmm, five, oh yes, so close now, you can feel it, you can't stop it, can you pet? When you come, I will own your orgasm and I will own you."

I groaned, covered with drool down my front, many of the clothespins wet, my hips bucking, steeling myself for the intense pain of pulling the clover clamps off as I came, and I could tell she could barely hold back as she sped through, "four, yes, three, yes yes, two, oh goddess, one, COME!" And she came hard, spurting all over the bed, grinding the Magic Wand into her pussy as I also came, the experience different as my hips bucked uncontrollably and spurt oozed out of my caged clit. I obeyed her and ripped off the clover clamps, throwing myself backward on the bed, leaving my twitching and writhing for what seemed like an hour though was likely less than a minute or two.

As I panted and squirmed on the bed, my arms still trapped behind me though no longer attached to my legs, I heard Miss say, "S-s-simone, dear sweet obedient Simone, that was incredible." I groaned in assent as I worked myself back up into a sitting position. My tear-filled eyes saw Miss, all disheveled and glowing with her post orgasmic bliss, having ramped herself up for so long as she ramped me up. "When you can, pet, find those keys and unlock those wrist and ankle shackles." I did, though it took some time, and I was finally able to unlock the gag and pull the wet tube out of my mouth along with the septum and tongue clothespins.

I gasped, "Thank you, Miss, that was... transcendent."

"For me, too, for me," she answered, saying, "Now let's get the rest of those clothes pins off of you." I took them off slowly, one by one while she watched, sipping water, stroking her intensely aroused body. While I was doing it, she continued, saying, "I know I took some liberties, pet, about owning you and your orgasm. I admit I was rather aroused and maybe not with all my wits about me. I want to make sure that you consent with full knowledge of what I mean.

"Thank you, Miss, you have already impressed me with your clarity and attention," I replied, fewer and fewer clothes pins on my body, many many red marks remaining.

"What I am thinking is that you come visit for 10 days, Friday to the second Monday, and you will be in my control. We can try that in a few weeks, and I would love to see you do some self-bondage in the meantime," she explained. "And, if that works out well, perhaps you stay longer, maybe even the whole time I am there. The person I am house sitting for is a fellow dominant and she has a great house with a lot of toys and furniture."

Finally, all the clothes pins off, I replied, "I think that sounds lovely, Miss. When would you propose that I come to you?"

"How about two weeks from tomorrow? May 16th if my brain cells are firing right again," she replied.

"Sounds good, Miss. I am so excited about this idea. I am looking forward to what you have in store for me and to how I can be of service to you. I am delighted in an ongoing way at how the Universe surprises me."

"Thank you for paying for this very long call and for buying my videos and photo sets, it shows your dedication to me. I will also share some things that I would like you to bring, and I will arrange transportation for you from another domme that I know. I want to make that journey a special part of our time," she said. "And, as much as I don't want to end this call, it's late and I think we both need to get cleaned up. Let's plan for a call next Friday where I want you to do some creative self-bondage. I will send my personal video chat information so you don't have to pay and I have a few ideas of how I can have some fun with our play."

"That sounds wonderful, Miss, I can't thank you enough for taking a what I know was a risk and a chance to connect with me and I look forward to the opportunity to serve you."

She smiled and we both clicked "Leave Meeting."

More to come in Part 2!