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Tables Turn

By: eroticriter



My girlfriend and I have always been very experimental in our sexual relationship.

One evening after arriving back at our flat, she was greeted to foam filled bubble bath. We didn't speak but I lathered her up after undressing her and I washed her body from head to toe, scrubbing her body up and down before shaving her pussy clean we she enjoyed.

After the bath when she was all relaxed, I wrapped her up in a huge white fluffy warm towel. I then lead her to the bedroom and spread her on the huge double bed where I gave her a full body massage.

She then rolled on to her back where I came up from behind her and blindfolded her, then took hold of her wrists and handcuffed her to the bed posts, also spreading her legs out.

Once done, I begun to tease and torment her and watched her body rise to my every touch. I took a nipple in my mouth gently and nibbled and suck away whilst my hands roamed all over her body making her feel very loved and wanted.

My mouth worked all the way down her body, teasing each nipple in turn, pass her belly button and to stop and pause at her wet pussy. She then began to wrestle with the cuffs crying out aloud as I begun to slowly slide my tongue inside her shaved pussy.

She moaned out aloud and her breaths quickened as I slid more of my tongue in. I let my tongue work in deeper and deeper, until she was moaning out loud before I withdrew and disappeared to the kitchen to get an ice cube.

I ran the ice cube gently over her throbbing clitoris, hearing her scream my name in ecstasy. I discarded the ice cube then she felt my hot mouth again around her throbbing pussy. Sucking her in, drinking her, gently nibbling on her smooth love nest until I could feel her getting closer and closer before she let loose a powerful orgasm, filling my mouth all of a sudden.

Still on the high of her 1st orgasm I alternated my position so that we were in a 69. Her legs wrapped tightly around me, pulling me deeper and deeper into her. I sucked long and hard on her pussy. She began to slowly lick my cock whilst the blindfold was still on, finding her way with touch alone. My tongue continued its onslaught, until it was too much and she could not hold back and she came again, very hard.

She continued to devour my cock as her legs shuddered around my head but she stopped short, making sure my cock was really lubricated and hard.

I un cuffed her and left her panting on the bed, to my surprise she threw me down on the bed, not realising I had worked her up so much and her pussy was still throbbing from before, she then took revenge on me, cuffing me to the bed.

She took off the blindfold and placed it on me. She left me for a moment and I could hear that she went to the bathroom, listening intently as she went through the bathroom drawer before returning.

She took my cock in her mouth sucking me in, making me full and hard before I felt a wet feeling around my arse, she whispers "its baby oil" whilst massaging it into my bum. This is a different feeling for me, never experienced and I got more and more excited by it.

She continued to play with my ass whilst sucking on my cock and my cock just grew in size. She expertly sucked my cock but more importantly kept teasing my ass. By now I was getting really turned on by what she was doing and my balls began to tighten.

It was not long when I began to moan her name and started to cum. She slid a finger in my butt and finger fucked me whilst I cum which in turn made me cum even harder. After she sucked the last droplets of cum from my hard throbbing cock, she took the blindfold off and started to masturbate in front of me.

Although I was tired from before, her body was awesome and it was not long before my cock rose again. She turned and bent over, squirting some baby oil and massaging it in to her own ass. She used her fingers and slid it in her butt, making low sighs as she did so. She continued until her butt was glistening from the sleek baby oil, she got on top of the bed, parted her legs and guided my solid rock cock into her sweet ass.

I let out a cry as I entered her ass, it felt really tight, and then she moved up and down on me, her butt slamming into my cock. I could see her hands rubbing her clitoris furiously as she continued moving her ass on my cock slow at first but then working up more and more pace. 

This kept going until we could no longer take any more and I was shooting hot cum up her ass. Watching her collapse on my body as she also climaxed. She took her cum filled hand and slid it in my mouth as she released my hands, our bodies collapsing to the bed. It was an experience I will never forget.

Tables Turned



As she did most summer Saturday afternoons, Patti first watered the plants and flowers in the back and then meandered to the side of the house. As she turned the corner, she inhaled sharply, then stopped in her tracks. Stretched out on a chaise-lounge, totally naked with his white ass exposed to the world, was Billy Deeds, who, single, had moved into his deceased parents' home just three months earlier. 

It all came clear now: the numerous mornings when she'd pulled out of the driveway, hurrying to work, and there he stood, watering can or hose in hand, a big smile on his face, and clearly no underwear beneath the skimpiest of white shorts pulled up high enough as to allow a provocative crescent of ass-flesh to catch the attention of her eye, or, if he were so angled, to reveal the shape of his hard-on, its jello-like jiggle apparent with each step he took. Then there were--it was surely no coincidence, she now realized--the times she went into the den at night, flipped on a light, only to find, a few seconds later, that a corresponding light came on just across from her, and there stood Billy, "drying himself off" with a bath towel. This was the last straw.

Patti walked the several steps separating her yard from Billy's, then called his name sharply, causing him to start and jerk his head up to her direction.

"What is this, huh? What the fuck do you call this?"

He said nothing, giving her a startled look.

"You think you can just lay out here like this? You can't do this. I'm going inside to call the police."

"No! Wait! Please--please don't do that."

She had started to turn away from him and now swiveled back. Suppressing a smile, she slowly gave out, "Why not? I mean, why shouldn't I? You think I haven't noticed that every morning as I leave for work you just happen to be out in front of the house watering your plants, wearing shorts that barely cover your dick and ass?" She leaned down and moved her face in close to his, "You're a goddamned pervert, aren't you?"

"No. Really--I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry's not good enough. I think we all have to be protected from people like you. I'm going in to call the police."

Again he begged her to spare him that indignity.

"All right," she said. "I'll tell you what. I get home from work at five fifteen. My husband works late. I want to see you at my back door when I get here." She dropped a hand onto the middle of his back and let it slowly slide down the sun-warmed flesh until reaching the pleasing roundness of his ass on which she let her palm rest with the assurance of ownership.

"You'll follow me inside," she continued, "And you'll do everything I say or else I'll report you to the police and this little white ass'll really be fried. Got it?"

"Yes."

Her lips now close enough to his face that she could kiss him, she he broke into her most seductive smile and cooed as if talking to a child: "Little Billy looks scared. Poor Billy. He should be when he finds out what's waiting for him." Resuming her regular voice, she said, "See you at five fifteen." 

"Follow me", she ordered, unlocking the back door and heading to the kitchen table. She dropped her purse onto it and collapsed onto the hard wood chair, sighing, "Oh, what a day." He stood before her uncertainly.

"There's wine in the fridge and a glass in that cabinet," she said, waving her arm to her left. "Pour me some and bring it to me."

Billy went to the refrigerator, got the wine, retrieved the goblet from the hutch, and, at the table, poured out a glass. He stood in front of her as she drank and then gave out a contented sigh, half whispering, "That's so much better." She took another deep gulp of the gold-tinged liquid, and, setting down the glass, shifted into a more relaxed posture in the stiff-backed chair. 

"You may take my shoes off now," she said with eyes half-lidded.

Billy knelt and untied the black, casual shoes.

"Well, the socks, too, idiot! I mean, c'mon--do I have to spell out everything for you?"

Slowly he began to remove a sock. Suddenly he felt a sharp slap to the side of his head: "Hey! I asked you a question. Don't you ignore me when I ask you a question." "O.K.," he whispered.

"'O.K.'? O.K. what?"

He looked at her blankly. 

"God, you're stupid on top of everything else. Whenever you speak to me, make sure you address me as 'mistress'. Got that?"

"Yes, mistress," he said, meekly.

"Good. Now you may remove my other sock."

"Yes, mistress."

"Kiss my feet," she ordered.

He bent his head down until his lips met her toes, and dutifully and carefully kissed each one and then, hearing nothing from her, continued to kiss over and over again, thinking that soon this madness would be over.

"Now lick them," she said.

He looked up at her. She opened her eyes and raged, "What are you, deaf, too?"

"No," he said in a tremulous voice.

"No, what?" she roared, smacking him across the cheek.

"No, mistress. Sorry. I'm sorry. I forgot."

"I don't think you'll forget again." She pushed his head down towards her feet.

After a few minutes she said, "You lick very well, but now I think I need you to come behind me and rub my neck and shoulders. It's been such a stressful day."

Billy got up and stood behind her and began to gently and carefully massage her neck and the top of her shoulders. She let out a soft moan of appreciation. He felt her soft flesh beneath the pink blouse and dark, navy blazer, and the bare skin of her thin neck was warm. The thought of how she would look naked began to fill his mind and with it, the idea that, eventually, he would get her into bed.

She lifted her empty goblet and said, "I need another glass of wine." Billy reached over and grabbed the bottle and poured out another glass for her, then resumed rubbing her shoulders and neck.

"That's enough," she suddenly ordered. "Now stand over there," she gestured to a spot a few feet in front of her. "Now look, we only have about an hour and half til my husband comes home, so we have to get going. Take off your shirt."

She watched as he pulled off his yellow athletic shirt and dropped it to the floor. He had a good build, with well-developed muscles and a nice summer tan. She let her gaze languidly cover every inch of his belly, hairless chest, arms, shoulders, and throat before finally meeting his eyes.

"Well," she said, "Why don't you flex and pose for me, like the good little boy you are?" 

With awkward self-consciousness he bagan doing as instructed. After watching him a moment, Patti stretched her legs and, almost like an after thought, said, "Now let me see it from behind. I like a well-muscled back." She let him stand there as she took a few sips of wine. "Good." She stared into his eyes a long while before going on. "Now it's time to drop your shorts."

He brought his hands to his waist and, finding the elastic, pushed the shorts until they slid down his legs and he stood in his white briefs.

"Well?" she clucked. "I'm waiting," she sang, smiling with the delighted anticipation of someone reaching the moment of an eagerly-awaited show.

Averting his eyes from her face, he fingered the elastic band of his underpants then let them slip down, feeling an unfamiliar, sudden coolness where he was exposed.

Patti burst out with a laugh that seemed to bounce off the walls and ceiling. Billy felt himself blush; while it was true that he'd had an exhibitionist urge, he now felt a sudden humiliation so powerful as to bring tears to his eyes. He looked at her face, and, as he made eye contact, she laughed still harder; her cheeks flushed with color, and he saw her sky-blue eyes glistening with delighted mockery.

"OH, MY GOD!" she guffawed, "That? That's the little thing you've been trying to show off to me?"

Billy stood speechless, feeling the blood rush to his face again. 

"All right," Patti said, almost gracious, still with a huge smile and pulling her feet up onto her chair so that her heels were up to her crotch with one leg lying out to the the side and the other perpendicular to her body. "All right," she said, "Come over here."

Billy took a step towards her.

"Is that close?" she shouted.

Billy scooted right up to her. 

Patti smiled again as if she were having the greatest time of her life. Casually, she picked up the glass of wine and slowly lifted it to her lips, taking a slow sip of the cool liquid, then lifted her eyes to meet Billy's before setting the glass back on the table.

She reached a hand between his thighs and cupped his balls while with the fingers of the other hand, gently lifted the flaccid rod as if delicately separating two strips of meat. Like a pawnbroker asked for an appraisal, she jounced the balls in her one hand, as if trying to determine their weight, while twisting the limp penis first right and then left and then up. Slowly she lifted her gaze to him and with a look of supreme disgust said, "I can't do anything with this little thing. You disappoint me. You leave me no choice but to call the police and tell them I have a pervert in my house."

"No. Wait. Please!"

"Are you begging me?" she said with a crooked smile.

"Oh, please, yes, oh, yes, please!"

"Please what?"

"Please I'll do anything, my mistress."

Patti smiled fully, said nothing, turned to her left, picked up the glass of wine and drained the last sip.

"I think I need a refill," she ordered, extending her arm in an exageratedly theatrical gesture.

"Yes, my mistress."

When he returned with the glass of wine, she ordered him to turn his back to her.

"Well, you do have a nice ass." She took a sip. "Bend over."

She reached out and cupped one cheek, then the other.

"Very nice,' she whispered. "Now, you wouldn't mind pulling them apart for me, would you?"

"No."

"No, what!" she screamed, slapping his buttocks.

"No, my mistress."

Dutifully, he reached his hands back and did as he was ordered.

"Very clean." He could feel her breath against his ass. "Lie flat on your belly."

He did as he was ordered then felt her naked heel suddenly jammed between his buttocks, his genitals flattening uncomfortably against the floor.

"You won't even dream of moving an inch till I get back, will you?"

"No, my mistress," came the muffled cry.

Before he could even think, Patti had returned. She yanked his hands behind his back and handcuffed them together, then shackled his ankles. She pulled up his head by the hair and slipped a blindfold over his eyes and fastened it behind his head.

"Stand,' she ordered.

Suddenly she clamped a hand on his cock and balls; he screamed in agony as she roughly pulled him behind her. He heard a door shut as she released him to the ground where he collapsed in a whimper.

"You sit there!"

He identified the sound of her unzipping and slipping down her pants, then a moment later the gentler rustle of panties dropping. After a long silence, her female tinkling filled the air. It surprised him how long it lasted. Suddenly she grabbed him by the hair as she scooted to the edge of the seat and smashed his face into her pubic hair; he felt his nose crush up against her crotch, moistened and yielding its odor of fresh urine.

"Now lick me clean."

As he tasted her brine on his tongue, she patted his head and kept repeating, "Good boy. Yes, that's a good boy. Lick Mommy clean. There's a good boy. And for good measure, you better check out the back door." Suddenly her warm and soft bottom was pressed against his face; she reached back with hands and parted her cheeks then grabbed the back of his neck and drew him until nose and lips were pressing into her rear crevice, practically smothering him. "Now lick it clean, girl." He extended his tongue tip and ran it along the length of her crack before finally inserting it into the opening where a bitter juice dribbled onto his tongue. He felt the opening pucker, then a blast of wind made him pull away.

"Oops!" she giggled, "How unladylike. pardonemoi, Monsieur!"

Billy had recoiled with a gag.

She ordered him to stand, undid the cuffs and blindfold, and instructed him to go back into the kitchen, get dressed and meet her in the living room with the wine. 

As he dressed, Billy felt relieved that this was finally over. He'd been humbled and humiliated and, like a little boy, he felt as though he'd been taught his lesson and would never misbehave again. As he grabbed the wine and headed for the living room, he noticed that Patti had put on some loud music with a heavy, driving beat, its throb unmistakably sexual. He entered the room and placed the wine on the table beside the couch on which she sat curled with her legs beneath her. So maybe this was a bizarre seduction after all, he thought.

"Stand over there," she said, pointing to a position a few feet in front of her, "and dance for me. I like to watch a man dance," she added, with a glow in her eye.

Billy did as he was told, self-consciously gyrating while Patti sipped her wine and watched him with a smile.

"C'mon, you can do better than that!" she urged him on until he was flailing his arms and swiveling his hips in uninhibited spasms.

"Now start to strip for me!"

When he was naked, she let out a whoop and a holler. "Now let me see you swing those hips! Oh, look at that cock--swing that meat side to side, baby!" As he did so, she let out a cheer. "C'mon--flip-flop that sausage up and down! Yeah--let me see how big it gets!" Billy felt his cock slowly swell with the movement and slap against his thighs until he was gyrating full force with a rock-solid erection and bouncing balls. Patti applauded then ordered him to turn around.

"Let me watch that ass in action!"

When the music suddenly stopped, Patti said, "O.K., now show me how you jerk-off."

He looked at her dumbfounded. "You do know how to do that?"

Ne nodded meekly and began stroking himself in front of her, slowly at first but soon his embarrassment gave way to the familiar, pleasurable sensation. His breathing deepened; he stroked faster and faster, his body beginning to buckle, and he let out a hoarse cry.

"Idiot!" Patti screamed, forcing him to stop instantly. "Did I give you permission to come?"

"No," he said, out of breath.

"You think I want you shooting your come all over my living room rug? What's wrong with you?" She ordered him to turn his back to her and get on all fours.

"This is how we punish bad boys," she said, smacking his ass three or four times with her bare hand. There was a pause and then he felt a paddle sting his buttocks until he cried out for her to stop. She ordered him to remain on his hands and knees as she pulled him by the hair into the bathroom.

"On your back!" she barked. 

"Now in order to get a real good look at you, I think a shave is in order, don't you?" She grabbed a razor from the medicine chest and, sitting on his chest, began roughly shaving his pubic hair; he groaned when she nicked the sensitive skin and drew a drop of blood. She went downwards from the navel all the way to the root of his cock, then, lifting his balls with the fingertips of one hand, shaved the tender crotch and groin as Billy helplessly twitched in pain.

"There," she said, when she was done. "Clean as a babe. Look at that cock and set of balls with nothing covering them. What a hot sight!" Patti had him stand and bend over and she shaved the fuzz between his cheeks. "And just for the hell of it," she said, "lift your arms." When his armpits had been sheared, she put the razor back and poured some of her husband's aftershave in her palms. He yelped as the cool liquid burned his virgin-shaved skin.

"Now, do you mind if I ask you a very personal question?"

"No."

"Somehow I didn't think you would."

"After you come, how long does it take for that little pee-pee to get hard again?"

"About twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes. Do you know why I'm asking you?"

"No," came his voice, weakly.

"Well, I think I should get a good fuck out of this, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Somehow I knew you'd agree. But I think we need to empty you out first to make sure you'll last as long as I want." She reached under the bathroom sink and pulled out a green rubber glove and slipped her hand into it.

"This is so I don't have to give you the pleasure of my warm hand on you." She took the blindfold out of her pocket and affixed it and then handcuffed his hands behind his back. "Now, you are going to stand right there and squat down so I can aim your mess right into the toilet."

The cold rubber chafed his tender skin, bringing tears to his eyes; he begged her to take it off or at least use vasoline--anything--but she ignored him, even as the skin broke and bled. His breathing began to deepen and she ordered him to moan. "Oh, how I love the sound of a moaning man!" she cried, as his moans deepened.

"Now, as you come, tell me just how much you love what we're doing today." 

She began to pump him rapidly while his groans grew louder and deeper; he let out a cry as his body jerked in an awkward spasm.

"Tell me!" she yelled, spanking his rigid ass muscles.

"Yes, I love it. . .loved it. . .today," he gasped, as she watched his come erupt into the toilet like little tadpoles swimming. 

When he was finished, she led him, gloved hand still on his cock, into the bedroom where she undid the handcuffs only to tie him spread-eagled to the bed.

"Now you just wait here. Mommy feels a little dirty and needs to shower before she fucks you."

He heard her footsteps as she padded into the bedroom.

"My, my, would you look at that? A naked boy in my bed." She clucked her tongue. "I wonder where that present came from? Tell me something Billy, do you like to look at naked women?"

"Yes."

"I bet you do. When's the last time you were even with a naked woman?"

"Maybe three or four years."

"Not exactly a stud, are you. Is that why you like to show off your pee-pee? Well, I'm standing here all naked and dripping wet with my firm 36-Cs that make men's heads turn. As you'll never get to see them, you'll just have to imagine it. Right now my nipples are hard as marbles and beneath my blond pussy hair my lips are spread and pink and I'm just hot and oozing inside as a result of the good time I know you'll agree we had today. Such a shame you can't see me or touch me."

He heard the bed creak as she kneeled onto it and covered his body with hers. She began to rub her breasts back and forth over his genitals.

"Doesn't that feel good? Yes, I can see you're getting hard for me, just for me. Good. Very good." She took his penis and brushed its tip against her swelled nipples. Then she slipped a condom onto the chafed hard-on.

"Now for a ride," she whispered, straddling him, and letting out a moan as she put the penis inside of her. Keyed up as she was by the previous hour and a half, she came in an instant, crying out as the exquisite pleasure filled her body like a jolt of electricity. She rode him for half an hour, coming repeatedly, then, panting, with sweat dripping and pussy aching, she dismounted and lay back bside him.

"Oh, yes, lover. This was just the best sex I've had in a long, long time." 

After she was silent a long while, he ventured "Mistress?"

"Did you say something?"

"Yes. Yes, mistress."

"Well?"

"I. . .I really have to go to the bathroom."

She said nothing, reveling, then finally asked, "Number one or number two?"

"Number one," he said, meekly. "You know. . .I came

. . .that first time. . .in the bathroom. . ."

She said nothing, but he heard her quickly dress. She then undid his chains and blindfold and ordered him to get on all fours beside her. She opened the drawer and removed a black leather collar studded with silver.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Did I give you persmission to speak?" She slapped his buttocks. "Did I?"




Tables Turned



"No. No, mistress."

She fastened the collar around his neck, then pulled a long leash out of the drawer and attached it. She walked him from the bedroom through the living room and into the kitchen, then she opened the back door onto the wooden patio.

"Oh, my God," he gasped "What if somebody--one of the neighbors--sees?"

She opened the outer door and he reluctantly reached out one hand and then the other, followed by his knees.

"Good. That's a good boy," she cooed, patting him on the head. "Now down the steps, and into the yard."

The wood was hot in the mid-summer heat and it scorched his palms and knees, making him draw in his breath

He began to crawl down the three steep wooden steps.

"Stop!" she commanded. He froze with his hands on the bottom step, his face close to the ground, while his legs were on the top stop, his back slightly bowed, the pearly white buttocks pointed up to the sky. "I just love this view," she sang, standing behind him. "Your cute little ass is high up in the air and I can see your balls just dangling down between your legs. Go slow," she said, lightly tapping her fingertips against his balls "I love to watch them bounce."

At the bottom of the stairs there was a narrow cement path, which hurt his hands and knees to walk on.

"O.K. Onto the grass and sniff around." He did as he was told, slowly sniffing his way forward, embarrassed, terrified that the next door neighbor might look out the window and see him.

"Ah," she said, pointing several feet ahead and to the left. "I think that's your tree." He crawled slowly towards it, sniffing the ground as he went.

As he reached the base of it, a woman suddenly pushed open the fence door, bounded into the yard and gave a yelp of surprise.

"Oh, my God, oh my God," Billy muttered, dropping his head and trembling in humiliation.

"Patti, what the--?"

"Oh, Carol. Hi. This is my little pet."

Carol's jaw had dropped, and, even though she and Patti--best friends for years--had often exchanged some of their most wicked domination fantasies, she hadn't the slightest notion that Patti had ever gone so far as to act on any of them. She stared speechless.

"We. . .we had made a date to play tennis this afternoon," Carol said, as matter-of-factly as she could.

"I forgot because we," gesturing down to Billy, "Had this unexpected change of plans." Standing behind him, with Carol directly opposite, Patti leaned down and said loudly, "You can lift your left leg now." After a second, she placed her hand lightly on his rump and looked up to Carol, feigning apology, "He gets a little shy, especially in front of strangers. Maybe you can help?"

Carol, by now having caught on, gave a nod.

"I think you can just chuck him under the chin and lift his face and maybe pat his head. I'll tickle his balls from behind at the same time--sometimes that helps him go."

Carol gently put her fingers under his chin and lifted his face and cooed, "Ah, there's a boy. . .there's a boy." Smiling broadly, her face inches from his, she patted his head lightly while Patti played with his heavy-hanging testicles like a golfer absent-mindedly jangling a couple of golf balls.

He thought he ought to weep; he was surprised that he did not and instead that he lifted his left leg with resignation.

"A little higher, I think. Don't you, Carol?"

"Yes," she answered, now eagerly joining her friend.

They waited in silence until the stream of urine splattered against the tree.

"Good boy! Yes, that's a good boy!" Patti cooed, patting him on the head. "Carol, chuck him under the chin and tell him what a good boy he is."

Carol leaned and, putting a finger beneath his chin, raised his face to meet hers; she smiled and tickled him there, then petted the top of his head. "Ah, You look so sad!" she said in her most sympathetic voice.

"There, that's a good boy," Patti said, patting his flank then tickling his butt with her fingernails, "Yes, that's a good boy!"

"Ah, there's a good boy, there's a good boy!" Carol repeated, again patting him on the head.

"C'mon, wag your tail for Carol," Patti commanded.

He moved his hips from side to side.

"You know," Patti said, "He really likes getting his belly rubbed."

"Does he!" Carol squealed, grinning ear to ear as she lifted his face up to hers.

Patti instructed him to roll over onto his back.

"Well? lift those legs up to your chest and then spread them wide," she said, looking to Carol with mock exasperation. "He really hasn't been trained yet."

Carol was already tickling his chest and under his arms, then let her fingertips scrape up and down his belly.

"He's adorable, just adorable. But he's so quiet. Oh, why are you so quiet?" she said, bringing her face to his chest."

"Yes, don't be so quiet," Patti echoed.

He let out a whimper.

"There's a boy," Patti said.

Carol lightly tickled his soft genitals and thighs. Patti joined in her laughter. "Oh, you're so cute," Carol squealed, her fingertips quickly darting all over his genital area again. "And how cleaned up he is!"

"Yes, we needed a shave today," Patti said, almost beaming, then, as if wanting to boast, "You know, he really is a mite more impressive than he appears. He seems shy but I think he likes it if you tickle his balls."

As Carol did so, Patti began stroking his penis.

"Oh, my, my, my you were right!" Carol cried, as the penis swelled. "So when do you play with him next?

"Every day at four-thirty."

"Tell me," Carol mock whispered, "Is this a totally 'committed' relationship?"

Patti beamed. "Of course not. We'd love to have you come play."

"Can't wait," Carol said, giving Billy's belly a final rub. "Bye-bye Billy."

Once inside the house, Patti removed the collar and chain and told Billy to dress. 

Patti walked Billy to the back door and, handing him his shirt said, "So--tomorrow at four-thirty."

Meekly he answered, "Tomorrow at four-thirty."

She lifted his downturned face and, smiling warmly, she said, "Hey, don't look so glum! Remember what they said at the end of 'Casablanca.'"

"What?"

"'I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship'."



Tables Turned



Master and I were having a good night. He was very satisfied with the attention I'd paid to his cock, and I was delighted that he'd turned my ass a nice, bright red. We hadn't been playing together for very long, but our chemistry was so amazing that it was like we'd known each other for years. He could get inside my head and knew exactly what I wanted, what I craved. I could look at him and tell what he wanted and expected of me. We had gone further in our short amount of time together than most go after years in the lifestyle. But nothing had prepared me for what was about to happen to to me, to him, to us that night.

We were sitting on the couch and snuggling after a good hard fuck. He started stroking the leather cuffs that he'd put on my wrists at the beginning of the evening. After a few moments of what seemed to me as thoughtfulness, he began to unfasten them. I was a little saddened by this, as I took it for a signal that the night's play was at an end. I closed my eyes for a minute, to capture and hold the last moments of our intimate evening. I heard a clink, and opened my eyes to find my Master fastening the cuffs on his own wrists. I was confused by this, but I said nothing.

Once he had the cuffs on his wrists, he looked at them and played with them for a moment. He appeared to be satisfied, then motioned for me to stand up and stood up himself. I stood, and he walked over to where he had fastened eye bolts in the ceiling. He held up his arms.

"Tie me," he said.

I looked at him in bewilderment, but the look in his eyes told me that he was deadly serious and expected immediate compliance. I reached up and locked his cuffs to the bolts, first one and then the other. I stepped back and looked at him, wondering what to do next.

"Are you just going to stand there and look at me all night?" he asked.

"N...n...no, Master," I stammered.

"Well...this is your time. I'm restrained. The rest is up to you."

It finally started to sink in at this moment that the tables had turned. The Master had become the submissive, and the submissive had now become the Mistress. The ball was in my court. What did I want to do to him? What could I do to elicit the strongest reaction from him? I thought about this for a moment as I stepped forward and gently stroked his chest. Then I decided what I wanted to do, and stepped away to light a long, red tapered candle.

I gazed into the flame as it flickered for a moment and became steady. As I waited for the wax to pool I looked up into my Master's...no....my submissive's eyes. I saw the reflection of the flame in his eyes, and behind that flame a depth that I wanted to penetrate, guided by the flame I now held in my hand. I saw that the wax was ready, and stepped towards him. He said nothing, but met my gaze as I tilted the candle and let the first drops of the crimson wax fall onto his chest. His gaze remained steady, with only the faintest hint of a flicker in his eyelids. 

I continued to drip the hot wax on his chest and shoulders. Master had used wax on my own body several times before, so I knew the feelings only too well. I knew the initial wave of heat that came when the wax first contacted the skin, and the jolt that it sent through the surrounding nerves, all the way to the brain. It was a momentary burn that started on the flesh and echoed somewhere in the deep recesses of the mind. Each drip was new and different, hitting a different space of flesh and echoing to a new corner of the mind, as the sensations thrilled and pushed back all the carefully constructed boundaries and defenses.

After several moments I had made his chest and shoulders a lovely pattern of blood-red trails. His breathing and his body remained steady, and his eyes were half-closed, lost in the intensity of the moment. I knew that behind those half-hidden eyes the dividing line was blurring, and the body and the mind were becoming one. Sensation was becoming thought and thought was becoming sensation. Emotions and memories were connecting and finding expression in the burning drops of hot wax that splattered on his skin.

I stroked my hand across his chest, feeling the mixture of wax and flesh beneath my fingers. I slowly walked around him as I again waited for the wax to pool. When it was ready, I tilted the candle and let a trail of the red wax fall on his shoulder blade. I saw him flex and heard him take a deep breath to steady himself in both body and mind. I continued to drip the wax on his back and shoulders, as I wondered what thoughts were going through his mind and what images were flashing in front of his fluttering eyelids. 

I moved back around in front of him and placed the candle down to pause for a moment. He opened his eyes when I began to stroke his shoulders and chest with both hands, and our eyes met. His eyes were clear, like a long corridor winding through his mind. They were calm, but intense and with a slightly-far away look in them. I gazed at him, walking down that corridor into his thoughts and feelings. I saw things long-hidden, parts of himself given form and substance in the trails of wax that now streaked his body like so many knife lines. What had once been locked away inside was now loosed. What was once thought and emotion was now flesh and blood. He wrapped his gaze around me, guiding me through the corridor and showing me the very depths of himself.

I heard a voice echo from the walls of the corridor. 

"Do you know why I had you do this?"

I stood in silence.

"Did you think it was an accident? Did you think it was coincidence that I put these cuffs on, that I told you to tie me? No. I wanted this from you. You did exactly as I expected you would."

He stood in front of me, his wrists still tied to to the ceiling. And yet I saw that it was his hand that had guided the crimson wax, not my own. It was his hand that had restrained him. It was his hand that now held the two of us together, merged as one in the corridor of his mind that his hand had opened up and guided me into.

"You do not have me," he said, "You do not have me when I'm free, and you do not have me when I'm bound. It is always my hand that guides, even when that hand cannot move."

I stood, silently, gazing into my bound Master's eyes. At that moment I had more respect and love for him than I had ever had. I felt in that moment completely his. Our bodies, our minds, our souls....all were one, and all were his.

"It is finished," he whispered, "untie me." 

I reached up and unfastened his arms from the ceiling. He took the cuffs off his wrists, and fastened them back on mine.

And then he leaned over and blew out the candle.



Tables Turned



She was tired of pretending. Tired of acting like she was only a Switch, and occasional submissive. Oh sure, she got off on being tied up and fucked, but there were still the dreams. Vivid pictures of dominating clear in her mind. 

It had all started with her boyfriend. He was a real sweetie. She loved him to death, and he occasionally dominated her. At first, she'd thought it was something more extreme that she wanted; to feel more helpless. Lately, though, she felt certain that it was something different entirely that she craved for.

So tonight she was setting him up. The bedroom was perfect; a playground for her ultimate fantasies, and he'd be home in just a few short minutes. Feeling confident, she strode to the bathroom to check her reflection one last time. 

Her brown hair cascaded in waves down to the small of her back, and her blue eyes shone beneath the makeup she wore. Her clothing consisted of nothing but a pleather corset, it's garter straps hooked to black fishnet thigh-highs, and four inch black heels. Yes, she intended to knock him dead, tonight. 

She walked downstairs, casually toying with the handcuffs as she sat down upon the couch facing the front door. She checked the clock. Any minute now...

As if on cue the front door opened. She could see his look of surprise at the scene that surrounded him. Candles lit the room everywhere, and there she was, sitting on the couch, dressed to kill, with a look of fire in her eyes. Who knew what he was expecting? 

She stood and swayed over to him, the cuffs concealed behind her back. She kissed him, long and passionate, biting at his lips, pressing her body against him. She could feel his already erect cock pressing against her thigh. 

She reached behind him casually, and in two swift motions, locked the handcuffs on him. 

"What...excuse me?!" He demanded, his Dominant voice flaring.

"Shhhh." She told him, smiling. "How many times have you hinted at me to dominate you, baby? You're getting it, so shut up." She gagged him, using the ball gag he had used so many times on her. His eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. Next came the blindfold, the leather collar, and the leash.

"On your knees." She told him. and stepped closer. He could probably smell her arousal; she knew she was already wet. This really was so sexy. She knew why he liked it. She pulled the ball gag from his mouth, and it hung below his chin. "Well don't just sit there drooling over it, please me!"

And he did, oh gods, he did! She wrapped her fingers in his hair and tugged as he ate her pussy, moaning with delight. Domination carried an incredible high that she had waited so long to discover. She could feel how fervently he wished to please her, and it made her so very hot.

After a few minutes of pleasure, she stopped him by pulling him away by his hair. She shoved the gag back into his mouth. 

"Now come on, dear, we're not done playing just yet." She gave the leash a tug and he followed her on his knees, stumbling a little up the stairs. In the bedroom, she removed the leash and collar. She undressed him, a bit at a time, until he wore nothing but his pride. She got down and began to suck him.

His cock was so erect it seemed to be waiting for her. She licked the dot of salty precum from the tip and then took the whole thing in her mouth. She sucked feverishly, driven on by his moans of pleasure. She could feel his cock throbbing as his arousal built.

She stopped, giving him a devlish grin that he couldn't see.

"On the bed, on your hands and knees." She told him. He hesitated. He knew what this meant. This order, for her, had always meant for her to get up there so he could beat her. He knew what she had in mind. "Now." She snarled it. He struggled up onto the bed, his hands still cuffed. She unlocked them, and then re-locked them to the bedstrap. He remained there, shaking in anticipatin, his cock dripping precum.

She removed a leather flogger from the toy drawer. It was not a toy he had ever seen, because she had only recently purchased it. She ran it through her fingers, admiring the soft feel, and imagining how it would sting. She raised it above her head, bringing it down with a hard SMACK!

His cry was invigorating, filling her with a deeper lust. She hit him again, and again, enjoying the red marks that shone on his skin. She lost count of her strikes as she hit, but finally stopped, running her hand over the red enflamed skin. 

"Now didn't that feel wonderful, baby?" She teased him. His response was a mere groan from beneath the gag. "Roll over." He did, his hands still cuffed to the bed. 

She tied him down, his cock erect and taunting her as she played with him. She ran her fingers over his helpless body. Then, once he was tied, she removed the gag from his mouth, putting it away. 

"My my, look at you." She exclaimed. "What would your mother say?" They both laughed, but his was nervous, as if wondering what was next. She climbed up on the bed, straddling his face, and pressing her pussy down on his lips. His tongue shot out instictively, and she reveled in the feeling. Aroused and driven by his desire, she leaned forward and lightly bit the head of his cock. He jumped and moaned, and his cock twitched. She took the whole thing in her mouth and sucked it again, fervently milking on it.

But she couldn't let him cum just let. She reveled in his tongue in her pussy. At last she pulled away, very reluctantly. She turned, and positioned herself above his cock. Reaching down, she rubbed it on her pussy. He shuddered eagerly.

"Do you want to feel your cock inside my pussy, slave?"

"Oh yes..." He whispered. She reached up and pinched one of his nippled. 

"What was that?"

"Yes...Yes M'Lady!" He sputtered, squirming violently against her tight pinch. She released his nipple. Then, in another swift motion, she lowered herself down, pushing his cock into her pussy. They moaned in unison, and she fought the urge to cum already. 

She rode him like a pony, fucking hard and fast, driven by his moans of lust and desire. She could feel him getting close, and she let it come, feeling him explode inside her as he came, and she came with him. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he winced, trying to pull out. She laughed.

"No no, baby, tonight you stay where I want you." She shivered as she leaned forward to kiss him. 

At last, when she had untied him, and lay there next to him, he spoke.

"You realize I'll have to punish you for this." He told her. She could do nothing but laugh.

"Oh I don't know...I think tonight will open a new door in our relationship, and beyond that door....you won't be the one punishing." 



Tables Turned



With delicate care she ran the feather along the center of his torso.

"You know you'll pay for this, Pet!" He spat menacingly through gritted teeth. While he was sleeping she had every so cautiously tied him to the posts of the bed, leaving him spread eagle and at her mercy. She had tired of him always being in control, and for once wanted to have her way with her lover.

"Oh, shush now, darling," she patted his cheek in a patronizing manner. "You know you'll be free soon, but first I want to have a little fun with you. You never let me take control of things, and though I do enjoy you trying to a fuck a hole through me, I'd rather like to have my wicked way with you." Pet grinned wickedly as she continued to lazily run the feather over her lover's torso.

"You better believe I'm going to fuck a hole through you after this, you bitch!" He spat venomously.

"Oh my, someone's feisty!" Pet giggled, her outer manner belying the inner turmoil she felt. She knew when she decided to do this that she would be punished horribly for it, but she had to take the chance, wanting to see how it felt to take the reigns of the situation. 

Her lover was always in control of sex, and though he had allowed her to please him in certain ways, he never let her take any real control. The closest she got to control was waking up before him, and giving him a "wake-up call". She wanted to know what it was like to run her hands all over his body, to taste every inch of his skin. To feel him shudder under her hands, and know that she could turn him on and drive him as insane as he drove her.

Pet jumped up onto the bed and straddled his stomach, her wet core pressing down on him, revealing to him how turned on she was by the situation. Though he was determined not to respond to her, the manipulative bitch, his body responded, and to his dismay he felt himself hardening in response to her arousal. She felt his cock push against her ass as it slowly grew and she grinned cheekily down at him.

"Seems someone's happy with situation."

Her lover just glared at her, his eyes darkened with passion and anger. Pet leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, running her tongue along them seeking entrance, he parted his lips, though he leaned up and into her, deepening the kiss himself, trying to take control. She placed her hand under his neck, helping him keep his head up, her mind gone foggy with pleasure. She heard him chuckle into the kiss and she realized what he had done. She dropped his head, and he fell back onto the pillow.

"You will not control this. This time I'm in charge." She spat at him, as he grinned knowingly up at him. While involved in the heated kiss she had been rubbing her pussy along his stomach, and a light track of her dew was left, he had most assuredly heated her up. 

Pet ran a finger along the outside of his ear, a place that she had not been allowed access to. He claimed that he did not like the sensation of her nibbling on it, the one time she tried. Her light brushings had produced a shiver down his spine. He had told her he didn't like the sensation because, truth be told, his skin was quite sensitive to touch. She smirked as she saw his reaction to her touch.

"I rather think you like this more than you're letting on, dearest."

He just glared at her; she leaned down to gently dip her tongue into his ear. His head whipped to the side, to try and prevent her entrance.

"Now, now, none of that." Pet gripped his head so that he could not move, and continued to tease his sensitive ear with her tongue. Dipping it inside ever so gently, running it along the outer rim, and nibbling and sucking on the sensitive ending till at last she had drawn an involuntary moan from him. Then she turned her attentions to the other, till she could feel him bucking against his restraints, knowing he wanted to run his hands all over her. The power she felt from coaxing this response out of him turned her on immensely.

She littered his face with butterfly-kisses; brushing his eyelids, and brows, cheeks and nose and finally his lips ever so gently with her lips. When she brushed his lips he leaned up wanting more from her but she pulled back, knowing if she gave him what she wanted this would end far too soon; there was still much she wanted to do to him.

She trailed kisses down his neck, stopping to suck, nip and lick in various spots. Her lover's breathing was ragged, she knew he desperately wanted to be inside her, but he would not give her the satisfaction of telling her so, yet. She would have him beg her first, but he would have to be made mad with lust before he would ever utter the word "please" to her, and she would pay even more dearly for that.

Working her way down his chest she nipped at his flesh, teasing the sides of his torso with her fingers, he moaned and bucked upwards, his cock seeking entrance to her now dripping pussy. She removed herself from his torso, knowing that if he managed to get what he was after she wouldn't last long. He roared with rage as her weight left him.

"Get back on me, and ride me, Pet."

"No, I'm not done with you, yet."

To punctuate her point, she leant down and took one of his nipples into her mouth, nipping at it gently and then soothing it with her tongue. She then did the same to the other, while running her fingernails down his abdomen, making sure to avoid contact with his throbbing member. Working her way down his chest she then nipped playfully at his side, causing him to cry out.

"Ticklish, love?"

He glared at her, refusing to answer her comment. She in response ran her fingers gently along his side, causing him to draw in a breath and expel it in a hiss at her. She giggled and then ran her nails along the inside of one of his thighs, teasingly. She then moved down the bed and positioned herself between his legs. He bucked his hips, trying to buck his aching cock towards her, trying to tell her wordlessly what he wanted. His mind was nearly gone from the pleasure she was giving him.

She ignored his body's pleas, and bent her head to nibble gently from the inside of his right knee, until her face was nearly at his sack, and then she moved her head so that she could pay the same attention to the other leg. Though this time when she reached his sack, she moved her head so that her cheek was brushing it, and she sucked hard right beside it. He bucked up off the bed, crying out. She hadn't laid a hand on his cock, but he was near to bursting now. She knew she would have to end her fun soon. She gently laved her tongue over his balls, sucking on first one and then the other gently. He moaned with pleasure, though desperately wanting to feel her tongue and sweet lips on his cock.

His thoughts were rewarded as she gripped his cock firmly with one hand, as she knelt on the bed over him. She flicked her tongue over the tip as she gazed at him hotly, tasting his pre-cum. She laved the head with her tongue, making sure to run it along the underside of the sensitive head. He hissed and bucked in her hand, wanting more stimulation. She ever so gently sucked on the tip, she then slid her mouth over his shaft, using her tongue to coat it with saliva, and then pumped down it again. She could feel his body tensing, and so she stopped what she was doing. She moved kneeling beside him on the bed so that she was not touching him.

"Tell me what you want, lover."

"Ride me."

The words combined with the heat of his gaze nearly made her cum, but she held her ground, wanting to hear him say the word.

"What's the magic word?"

"RIDE ME NOW YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

With all that had been ingrained in her it was hard not to follow his command, no matter how bad she wanted her own release, she wanted to her him beg.

"No, not until you ask me nicely."

"Pet, do not make this harder on yourself then it already will be."

"It's just one little word, say it, Lover and I'll ease both our aches."

"Fuck....you know you'll pay for this, Sweet." "I know," she whispered almost sadly. She did not fully understand what drove her to this; she only knew she needed this.

"Please....for the love of god, please ride me, I need you badly."

She leaned over him, kissing him hard, then climbed across his stomach, and grasped his dick, sliding it easily into her velvet sheath. Her workings of him and his words combined, had pushed her near to the edge, and it was not long before she was crying out his name as she rode his cock hard, fucking him harshly, wanting to bring him with her. Her wish was granted, he had nearly cum when she wrapped her lips around him, her orgasm had pushed him over the edge, and he came roaring her name, has he filled her.

She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, then leaned up to discover her lover had passed out. She smiled softly to herself, knowing he would never forget his surrender to her, and she was certain that her bottom would not forget the punishment for her actions. She would hold this night dear to her heart, though, knowing that she could draw such responses from him, as he drew from her all the time. She carefully untied his bonds, so as not to remind him in the morning of what had occurred. She lay down beside him, her back to his side, and she felt him wrap his arms around her, and she stiffened for a moment afraid that he had awakened, and would be seeking his revenge, she then heard him snore. Realizing he was still asleep she snuggled back against him and drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her face. 



Tables Turned



Vickie had a secret; one that she absolutely could not let anyone ever find out. The attractive 34-year-old had a reputation of being a sophisticated professional trainer, president of the home owner's association, and volunteer with the local school board amongst other things. She was seen by everyone as the perfect wife and mother. Vickie had been married to her 36-year-old husband, Tom, for six years. She had two daughters from her first marriage when she was in her early twenties.

Her secret: She hated men and loved to humiliate them. She thought that she was in love with Tom when she first married him, but her primary reason for marrying him was the money and security that he provided. Vickie worked as a personal trainer at a local gym and she received child support from her first husband, but neither were enough to support both her and her children. And her ex would love to use her inability to provide for the kids as grounds to take custody of her kids. So she needed Tom's income and support. And that was another reason why she resented men: She needed one to survive and that angered her.

Vickie was a very attractive, slender woman with long black hair, a pretty face with bright blue eyes. She barely fit into a B-cup bra on a good day, but the rest of her body made up for any inadequacies she felt about her breasts. Vickie had long, sexy legs and a perfect ass. She loved catching men staring at her at work when she strolled past in her tight leotards. She made sure never to wear a bra so her nipples would be noticeable as well. She enjoyed teasing men at the gym; often embarrassing them when noticing that the bulge in their shorts had increased, always giving a disgusted look when inside she was thrilled to know that they were probably going to jack off thinking about her.

Vickie's sex life was far from normal. She had caught Tom cheating on her four years ago. He had made the mistake of contacting a hooker and having her come to the house when Vickie was at work and the kids were at their father's house. Unfortunately for Tom, Vickie wasn't feeling well and left work early, catching Tom in the act of receiving a much needed blowjob on the living room couch when she walked in the door.

Tom was completely in the wrong, but it could be understandable as to why he did it. Vickie never sucked his cock and she rarely fucked him. Worse for Tom, Vickie used her cell phone camera to take a picture of the affair. Poor Tom was humiliated, lost the money he had paid the whore and never got to cum. Vickie would have divorced him had there been any real chance of getting any significant alimony, but the lawyer she consulted said that they just had not been married long enough for her to expect anything out of a divorce. And Vickie was too proud to let anyone know that Tom had cheated on her.

Instead she took her rage out on Tom. He was already pussy-whipped to begin with, so now things just got worse. He was cut off and suffered insult and verbal abuse for several months before Vickie pushed things farther. For the better part of the last four years Tom has been nothing but a toy to satisfy his wife without ever getting true satisfaction in return.

During the week Vickie would permit Tom to go down on her and get her off, but he got nothing in return. Instead Vickie would insist on watching him jack off for her. She often took pictures of him and chided him for his inadequate cock as she watched him play with himself.

When the kids were away with their father Vickie pushed things farther. Tom would be tied up and played with. She loved to stroke his cock to the point of orgasm only to stop and make him plead for release. She could make this last for quite a long time, keeping him just of the verge of cumming as she toyed with him. Often she would whip his ass and balls, enjoying his cries of pain. She would sit on his face and make him lick her pussy as she came over and over again. Sometimes she would suck his dick, but she would never permit him to cum: That was something that Vickie had never permitted a man to do in her mouth.

Tom would usually be untied and permitted to jack off for his lovely wife, which he would always obediently do. If he was very good she would sometimes jack him off. To Tom this was a reward, but of course once he came Vickie would continue stroking his ultra-sensitive cock making him beg for her to stop. If she was vindictive she would sometimes shove a small vibrator up his ass and use it to force him into an unsatisfying orgasm as his cum would ooze out of his hard cock to Vickie's enjoyment.

Needless to say, Vickie did not want anyone to know her secret. And Tom wanted no one to know as well. He wasn't happy, but he found acceptance in being Vickie's slave.

Unfortunately, Tom's submissive behavior trickled into his job. Soon he was having difficulties and his employer finally insisted that Tom seek counseling. And that's where Eric came in. Doctor Eric Summers was the therapist that Tom went to see. As Tom began opening up Vickie became concerned. Needing to know just what her husband was telling his therapist, she requested an appointment for herself. When Eric refused to discuss Tom, Vickie changed tactics and on her second visit she seduced Eric. 

This was easy enough for Vickie. Eric was a handsome man: 6'2", muscular with short brown hair and brown eyes, a sexy goatee and chiseled features. He was also a man who demonstrated control, and that was something that Vickie had to break. 

The married therapist knew it was wrong, but Eric wasn't the most loyal husband anyway. He had a fuck buddy named Monique—a pretty black lady with a similar body style as Vickie's—so he found Vickie just too desirable to resist and he willingly let her go down on him in the office, only to have her jack him off onto her small tits. That's when Vickie turned on Eric, showing him the hidden camera that she had in her purse that had captured their sensual encounter. She now had Eric where she wanted him. If he didn't do as she said, she could turn him in for having sex with a patient, thus ending his career and causing his wife to divorce him.

She saw Eric twice after that, each time making him satisfy her with his tongue before jacking off for her while she took pictures of him. Then he would have to tell her everything that Tom had shared with him.

After learning everything that Vickie had been doing to Tom, Eric realized that he had to do something. When she insisted that he come over to their house one Saturday when the kids were out of town he knew that it was now or never. So he called Monique and confessed what was happening and enlisted her aid.

When Eric arrived at her house on a Saturday he was surprised to find Tom tied naked in a chair. His legs were apart and his balls were tightly bound with a leather strap. Vickie was dressed only in a sexy black bra and panties. She ordered Eric to strip naked, showing her husband what a "real cock" looks like: Eric was blessed with a thick, nine-inch cock; a good three or four inches longer than Tom's.

Vickie told Eric and Tom that in addition to teasing each of them mercilessly this day, she was going to make each of them jack off the other for her a number of times. The doorbell interrupted her lecture. Vickie grabbed her robe off the couch and went to the door, unaware of Eric following her. When she opened the door she was surprised when the tall, pretty black woman pushed her way into the house. As Vickie tried to resist Eric grabbed her from behind. 

"Let me go, mother fuckers!" She ordered as Eric and Monique dragged her back into the living room where a wide-eyed Tom looked on.

"I think you need a taste of your own medicine!" Eric said as he began dragging Vickie across the room. He grabbed the rope that had been meant to secure him to the chair and, after forcing the robe off of Vickie, tied her hands behind her back, then they thrust her onto the couch and tied her legs as far apart as possible. He then pulled the couch out from the wall and put Vickie's bound arms over the back where he tied another rope to the one holding her hands and ran it under the couch and around to her left leg. Now Vickie was bound helpless on the couch with her legs stretched apart and her ass hanging over the edge of the couch. Ignoring her protests, Eric unsnapped the front clasp of her bra to expose her perky small tits, then he used a pocket knife to cut off her panties to reveal her shaved pussy.

"How do you like being tied up?" Eric asked.

"Untie me know, mother fucker!" Vickie spat.

"Or what?" Eric followed up; grabbing the camera she had on the table he began taking pictures of her. "Will you let everyone see these?"

He leaned over and rubbed her pussy, "You're already wet; it seems a shame to let that nice pussy go to waste."

"Don't you fucking dare!" Vickie hissed.

Eric looked back to Tom, "What do you think, should I fuck your wife?"

Tom's cock was throbbing as he watched his wife bound and vulnerable for the first time. "Fuck yes; she hasn't let me fuck her in four years, fuck that cunt!"

"Four years," Eric said as he turned back to Vickie, "Is that true?"

Vickie refused to answer; she did not want this bastard to know that he would be the first to fuck her in so long. "Please don't." She pleaded, hoping that the change in attitude would change Eric's mind.

"Oh I can't turn this down." He said, handing the camera to Monique as he got on his knees in front of her and guided his thick cock between her legs. "No, don't!" Vickie insisted as his cock pressed into her. "At least put on a fucking condom!"

"No babe, it's bareback for you tonight." Eric said as he pushed his cock into her. Vickie's pussy wrapped around his tick shaft as he sank his pole into her snatch. Vickie groaned in humiliation as for the first time in her life a man was in control. That was worse than the rape! And she knew that there was nothing that she could do about it.

"Fuck her!" Tom yelled as he watched Eric thrust his cock into Vickie. Eric slammed her cunt hard and fast knowing that it would not take long to cum after the way she had been teasing him. That did not matter; he just wanted to feel his cock explode in Vickie's pussy. "Here goes!"

"No, stop, don't cum in me!" Vickie yelled in frustration as Eric began spewing his cum into her pussy.

Eric shook as he came in Vickie, enjoying the thrill of filling her pussy with his seed as he continued to pound away at her. Finally he stopped and withdrew. "Look at that used cunt." He said as he watched some of his cum trickle out of her. "Get a picture of that."

Vickie cried out in protest as Monique knelt on the floor to take pictures from an angle that would capture both her dripping, cum-filled pussy and her face. "We're going to have plenty of fun with you, sweetie." Monique said as she stood back up.

While Monique took pictures Eric untied Tom. "How about it, you want some of that?"

"Let me at her." Tom insisted.

"Don't you dare!" Vickie ordered, trying in vain to regain control.

Tom who rushed over to his bound wife. He began playing with her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples and delighting in her cries of protest. "How's it feel, baby?" He kept asking.

Then Tom stepped up onto the couch, shoving his cock into Vickie's face, "Suck it!"

"Fuck you!" She refused.

"Grab the clothespins." Tom said to Eric. Eric saw the box on the table and brought them over.

"Let me." Monique volunteered. The black woman grabbed a handful and approached the couch. She put two on either side of each of Vickie's small, firm tits as the woman cried out in painful protest. Then Monique snapped one on each of Vickie's rock hard nipples causing her to yell. "Suck his dick or I'll put them on your clit too."

Vickie could not bear to face that. As disgusted as she was with the idea, she opened her mouth and allowed Tom to shove his cock into it. She began sucking him, hoping that he would tire of this and climb down to fuck her. But she soon realized that Tom had other plans. He grabbed her head with his hands and began fucking her face. Vickie tried to pull away, knowing that he meant to cum in her mouth. This was something that Vickie would never permit. She thought it revolting but now she was about to be forced to accept Tom's cum in her mouth.

"Oh shit." She heard him moan as he continued fucking her face. Vickie tried again to pull away, but he held her head firmly. She felt the first blast of his cum land on her tongue, followed by a second, larger and thicker blast of cum that splashed the back of her throat as Tom's cock began spewing cum into her waiting mouth. She was forced to gulp it down as he continued fucking her face, relishing his first ever orgasm in Vickie's mouth.

"That made some pretty good pictures." Eric said as Tom jumped off the couch. She turned her head to see Eric holding the camera beside her where he had captured images of her being forced to suck cock. She could feel some of her husband's cum running down her chin and blushed as Eric too a picture of that too.

"Untie me mother fuckers!" She demanded.

"Why, Vickie, it doesn't sound like you've adjusted your attitude towards men yet. I guess we'll just have to keep working on you for a while." Eric informed her.

"Yeah, let's fuck her brains out." Tom agreed.

"You're going to regret this, Tom." She told her husband.

Eric disagreed, "I think he's going to enjoy every minute of it, and things will change from here on out."

"Does your wife have any vibrators?" Monique asked Tom.

He pointed to a small red vibrator on the kitchen counter, saying sheepishly, "That's the one she uses on me. She has another one in her nightstand."

"Go get it," Monique instructed, "and if you have any duct tape bring that too."

"What are you going to do?" Vickie asked as the tall black woman walked over to pick up the vibrator on the counter and returned. 

Monique stepped up to the couch and began tugging on the clothespins that still adorned Vickie's tits. "You want me to take these off?"

"Yes, please." Vickie answered.

Monique took the two outermost clothespins off. Vickie squirmed as the blood rushed in causing her more pain. Then she cried out in protest when she saw Monique moving the clothespins to her pussy. She cried out as Monique placed one on each of her swollen cuntlips as Tom returned.

Monique removed the two inner clothespins and placed one on Vickie's clit, causing her to cry out and begin bouncing up and down on the couch. Monique stepped back and enjoyed the sight of the squirming woman with clothespins on each nipple, clit and both sides of her labia. 

"Take them off!" Vickie begged.

Monique reached up and simultaneously removed both clothespins from Vickie's nipples, causing her to yelp in pain as the blood rushed back into them. She then reached down and tugged on the two clothespins on Vickie's pussy lips, causing her to squirm and cry out as her lips were stretched out until the clothespins finally pulled off. Only then did the black woman remove the remaining clothespin from Vickie's clit.

"There, you should be very sensitive now." Monique said as she turned the small red vibrator on and began pushing it into Vickie's wet pussy. "Give me the other one."

Tom handed the larger, black vibrator to Monique, who placed it long-ways over Vickie's pussy with the top resting against her clit. "Tear me a piece of duct tape."

Tom did as instructed, handing the tape to Monique, who used it to secure the vibrator in place. She took a second piece and made sure that the vibrator would not move before turning it on high.

Vickie laughed, "What, you think making me cum is punishment?"

Monique gave her an evil grin. "No, but not letting you stop cumming will be."

Eric approached the couch. "There still seems to be room for me down there."

Vickie looked down at her pussy. Seeing it covered by the vibrating toy, and feeling the other one buzzing inside of her, she could not figure what he meant, and then it hit her. Vickie's ass was hanging just over the couch. "No, you wouldn't dare do me there."

Eric stroked his cock. "That is exactly what I plan to do. You enjoy shoving things up Tom's ass, so it's time that you got something shoved up yours."

"No, please, I've never done that." 

"That's all the more reason for me to want to." Eric said with a sadistic grin as he dropped to his knees and pressed his hard 9-inch cock up against her asshole.

Vickie pleaded for him to stop but Eric was only turned on more by that. He slowly pressed the head of his cock into her tiny virgin hole. Vickie cried out in pain as it broke through and he began pumping his cock deeper inside of her inch-by-painful-inch.

The two vibrators combined with Eric's cock in her ass was all too much for Vickie. She wanted everything to stop, but the vibrations were stirring her pussy to life. There was a part of her that wanted to orgasm, but she did not want to give them the pleasure of making her climax this way. Still, there was absolutely nothing that she could do about it as Eric began fucking her asshole.

Monique grabbed the camera and took several pictures of Vickie getting buttfucked for the first time.

Eric enjoyed anal sex, but there were few women who would permit him to do it, mostly because of the size of his cock. So he took great pleasure in shoving it in Vickie, allowing his pleasure to be payback for her twisted behavior.

Vickie was bucking up and down on the couch, desperately trying to escape the cock in her ass, the vibrator inside her pussy that was right up against her G-spot, and the vibrator taped to her clit. Her ass ached from the fucking but her pussy was responding against her will.

"Lick her nipples." Tom said, "It drives her fucking nuts."

Monique put down the camera and began licking Vickie's right nipple while Tom went around and began doing the same to her left nipple. This was too much for Vickie. She shook from head-to-toe as she began to have an orgasm under the multiple assaults.

"That's it, cum for us!" Eric yelled as he began pounding his cock into her asshole with even more determination.

Vickie could not stop the orgasm. It subsided for only a moment before beginning again. It wasn't long before she understood just what Monique had meant: Without any relief between the forced orgasms this would soon become torture by pleasure.

"Oh shit!" Eric bellowed as he began cumming in Vickie's asshole. He emptied his nuts into her ass, enjoying every moment of his cum-draining orgasm before pulling his cock out of her.

Vickie gave out a yelp of surprise when his cock pulled free; causing her to believe that she would crap all over the floor as it popped out of her. Only after Eric was standing before her did Monique and Tom stop suckling her nipples.

"Please, stop the vibrators." Vickie pleaded.

"Not until the batteries die." Monique informed her.

"No, fucking no!" Vickie yelled as another orgasm overtook her.

Monique looked at Tom's hard cock. Reaching over she began stroking it. "Would you like to make your wife watch you fuck me?"

"Fuck yes!" Tom agreed at once.

Monique crawled between Vickie's legs and knelt over her right leg so Tom could get between his wife's legs and fuck her. 

"Don't you dare fuck her." Vickie ordered between breaths as she kept cumming.

Tom shoved his cock into Monique's pussy and began fucking her as his wife looked on in continued forced climax. It had been too long since he felt pussy wrapped around his cock. Fucking Monique's pussy right in his wife's lap was incredibly satisfying for the pussy-whipped husband.

Vickie shifted between moaning and yelling as her body was ravaged by orgasm after orgasm with no relief. Her stomach was aching from the constant spasms, and every time she opened her eyes all she could see was her husband fucking the woman who was the cause of her torment.




Tables Turned



"I'm gonna cum." Tom called out as he began spewing his seed into Monique's pussy. The black woman rammed her crotch back into him, welcoming his load as she felt him cumming inside of her.

When Tom pulled out of her, Monique jumped onto the couch, straddling Vickie. "Lick your husband's cum out of my pussy." She demanded as she squatted down, resting her snatch against Vickie's face.

"Fuck you." Vickie tried to insist as Monique's pussy rubbed against her mouth.

"When you make me cum I'll turn off the vibrators." Monique offered.

Vickie couldn't take it. She began licking the other woman's pussy, tasting Tom's cum as it dribbled out onto her tongue. Monique slid her cunt back and forth against Vickie's face until the woman was licking her clit. Out of the corner of her eye Vickie could see Eric taking pictures of her eating pussy.

She wanted desperately to make Monique cum so she could get some relief, but her own orgasms kept interfering with her ability to continue, causing her to cry out, begging for relief as she continued to try to satisfy Monique. Finally she could feel Monique grinding her crotch into her face and moaning with delight. She could taste the other woman's juices as they spilled out onto her face as she made Monique orgasm.

Satisfied with her own climax, Monique hopped off the couch and turned off the first vibrator as promised. With two quick tugs she yanked the duct tape off of Vickie's tender flesh, bringing about two more cries of pain before grabbing the vibrator that was sliding out of her pussy and pulling it free. Vickie moaned with relief as the vibrations finally stopped, though she was unable to stop her body from shaking.

Eric and Tom untied Vickie. Free from her bonds she was unable to do anything but lay there. Eric pulled her up off of the couch then down onto the floor. He lay down on his back and, with the help of Tom and Monique, guided Vickie down on top of his hard cock. As soon as it slipped inside of her Vickie began orgasming again.

"Fuck her ass." Monique suggested to Tom.

Tom stroked his cock as he climbed behind his wife. Vickie groaned as her husband pushed his cock into her asshole and the two men began fucking her simultaneously. While not the same as the continued vibrations, the twin cocks rubbing together on either side of her inner flesh still forced Vickie to cum in multiples as the two men used her for their own pleasure. Tom thrust his cock up into her enjoying the way that it made Vickie spasm atop him while Tom was caught up in his first ever anal fuck as he pounded his wife's asshole without mercy, using this has his opportunity to get back at her for all the times that she shoved that vibrator up his ass.

Vickie was in mid-climax when she heard Eric moaning below her. She could tell by the look on his face that he was cumming.

Eric ignored the saliva drooling out of Vickie's mouth as they came together. He felt his cock blasting cum inside of Vickie for the third time that afternoon. Once finished he lay still while Tom continued fucking her asshole. Only when his cock became too flaccid to remain inside Vickie's cunt did he ask Tom to stop so that he could get up.

Tom pulled out, then crawled under his wife and made her slide her cunt onto his cock and ride him. Vickie was still drooling as her husband's cock made her cum once more, only this time she was the one who was doing all the work as she rode him.

Eric and Vickie began dressing. "I'll take this camera with me," he said as he bent down to look Vickie eye-to-eye. If I ever hear of you treating Tom poorly again I'll release these pictures on the Internet and the whole town will know just how big a slut you are, letting multiple men fuck you and eating pussy. What will the church ladies and school board ladies have to say about that?"

Vickie knew that she had been defeated. She had lost all control, Tom would forever be her master from now on and there was nothing that she could do about it. Just as soon as that realization hit her she became caught up in another orgasm. This time Tom joined her as husband and wife came together on the floor as their therapist and his mistress looked on.



Tables Turned



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DISCLAIMER: As I am sure you all know, this is story, and it is fine to enjoy fantasy.

Most of the fantasies I write about contain at least a little non-con, and/or potentially harmful play; when it comes to reality keep things safe, sane, and consensual. 

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It wasn't hard to see why the room went silent upon her arrival; her auburn hair flowed to brush her shoulders, the neck of her evening gown was cut low to showcase her cleavage, and the slit in the side travelled nearly to her hip revealing the hint of her toned bottom.

The silence lasted until she stepped off the stairs and began to mingle. Within moments the party was in swing again, and the newly arrived beauty had a following of four men alternately vying for her attention, or merely staring at her barely concealed body.

I watched the parade of suitors while I chatted and drank with my friends over the next hour. It was easy to see that this new woman knew how to use her body, and how to manipulate jealousy. She had not paid for any of the drinks waiting for her, and plenty of promises had been exchanged. In return, a few of the men even had the opportunity to touch her, if just briefly.

Unfortunately, my wandering eyes had been noticed a few too many times, and my first warning was to be my last. There was a sudden sting as my wife slapped me, and stood in a fury, "An old man like you has no chance with someone like her. Or with me tonight!"

This wasn't quite fair; after all, I was only 32 at the time, and remained fit with daily trips to the gym. While my hair was greying many had told me the salt and pepper suited me well. In the time it took me to consider this, my wife was already turning to leave, "I'm staying at Martha's tonight."

Excusing myself, a little embarrassed, I hurried after Rose's red hair as it disappeared through the crowd. By the time I reached the door she was pulling away in a cab, so I returned to the party.

The mystery woman was sitting in her group of admirers; her current favourite almost on her lap, and had been allowed to rest his hand on her knee. I smiled to her as I strode into the circle she has gathered. I extended my hand to her in greeting, "Ryan Taggart, I hope you are enjoying the party."

Her smile was as predatory as her admirers' looks were nervous. Her eyes took in the thick gold wedding band on my finger. She stood, knocking away the hand on her leg and set her manicured hand softly into mine, "Kelly Anderson, and yes I am enjoying the company."

I could smell the scent on her wrist as I brought her fingers to my lips; soft and feminine with the subtlest touch of sex. "Would you dance with me, Miss Anderson?" I left her title as a question; though there was no ring on her finger.

She did not answer with words, but neither did she release my hand. Kelly's first step toward the small dance floor brushed her body against mine like a gentle breeze, but the sensation along with the smell of her perfume still in my nose was enough to tighten my slacks.

We began to move to the music, and she danced well but I could feel the tension after the first turn, so I allowed her to lead. Immediately our waltz became more natural and she drew me closer. .

I barely noticed the music change, except how it changed the steps. After perhaps five songs I felt her warm breath on my cheek and neck as we had slowly drawn closer. "It is getting late, shouldn't you find your wife?" her voice was playful, teasingly close to my ear.

"She has gone to her sister's for the night," my lips brushed her ear as I let the promise hidden in the words be obvious in my desperate voice.

I could hear the victory in her voice, could tell she knew I would do anything to have her tonight and keep her quiet, "We can't have you going home alone, can we?"

One more song played while we danced, her body pressed to me now, and her breasts crushed against my chest. When the music shifted to the next song, we stepped apart slowly, and I led her out of the party. The valet looked at me with some confusion as I handed him my ticket, perhaps it was the ring on my finger and a different woman on my arm now than the one with whom I arrived.

Kelly's eyes brightened at the sight of my Lotus Elise, and she nearly giggled as I held the door for her to climb in. Once my own door was shut she reached across the centre console, took my face in her hands, and pressed her hungry lips to mine. "I am going to make this an incredible night for you Ryan."

Keeping my concentration on the road home was difficult; the whole way she was either adjusting her dress to give me wonderful views of her breasts, or rubbing me through my pants. But I made it, and after another quick, fiery kiss, we were all but running into my house.

With the door closed and locked behind us, her sultry smile became that predator's gleam again. Her hands worked over my chest, slowly unbuttoning my jacket and teased between the buttons of my shirt, "This is a beautiful house, will you show me around?"

I simply nodded, and shivered at each graze of her manicured fingernails over my skin. I took her quickly through the main floor, my hand gently rested on her firm ass as I guided her toward the den to show her my favourite place in the house.

"The fur is thick and soft," I could hear the hungry quaver of my voice, as I pulled her to the rug before the fireplace. "Let me turn on the fireplace."

She sat in the comfort of the large rug; her legs spread enough so the slit of her dress bared the full length of her thigh. But when I pressed the switch her expression changed to shock. Rather than heat and flame in the hearth, it along with the floor began to turn.

After the shock came the panic, but before she could run I was upon her; holding her wrists. "You're here now, no point leaving yet, you manipulative slut," and in her eyes I could see the dawning of wisdom. I was not a helpless, desperate man but an actor as good as she.

"Ryan please, you don't have to force me, I want you," her illusion shattered faster than I wanted and she was already reduced to begging from the mere sight of my dungeon. My small fortune had made it simple to outfit this room with plenty of tools, both functional and decorative. The iron maiden with hinges that don't move served its purpose; her fearful eyes fixed to it, ignoring everything else including the fully functional rack.

Her begging continued pointlessly, while I dragged her struggling body to the stocks. With no help to position my victim, it took me nearly ten minutes to tire Kelly enough and lock her neck and wrists into the solid oak, "Don't worry, if I let you leave I will give you a new gown."

"What are you doing?" I had to chuckle to myself at what a simple threat it took to transform her fear to anger. I was still chuckling as the sound of the scissors resounded in the empty space, replacing anger with tears. Another snip and I pulled the beautiful gown-made-rag down past her hips to pool at her feet.

I wasn't sure if the hardening of her nipples was the air conditioning, or an enjoyment of the bondage; I hoped it was the latter, but did not truly care. While I had known from the car ride she was not wearing a bra, I was slightly surprised to find her wearing a tiny black thong. "Oh yes, what a delectable body you have."

"Get your hands off me! RAPE! FIRE! HELP!!"

I just ignored her, ran my hands over her skin and hefted those giant tits in my palms. I shook my head with disappointment, "Silicon of course. Disappointing, but you will still do."

I grew tired of her screams quickly and moved in front of her, "Shut up. You drove with me so you know how far we are from anyone, and even if we weren't a mile from the road, this room is soundproofed. If you don't quiet down I'm going to be upset."

Without waiting for her response, I returned to her body; tracing my fingers beneath her. I smiled as I touched the baby smooth skin to either side of her thong, "Was it laser or electrolysis?"

I honestly expected her to start screaming again, but she remained silent. I gave her a light smack with my bare hand to her pale white ass. It was not enough to leave a lasting mark, but certainly enough to give her a sharp pain. I took a moment to appreciate the pink print of my hand on her creamy skin, "I asked you a question, cunt."

Her voice was just a whimper, boring in how easily she was cowed, "Laser."

"Better, have you been tested for STD's recently?" My small hope was done away with as I pressed her thong into her and found no moisture. So it was just the air conditioning.

"N-no, never," I could hear the hope I had lost enter her.

"So I will need to use a condom, pity." I left her in silence then. I flicked the switch to swing the fireplace around again, and turning out all the lights in the dungeon.

As she was deprived of sight and sound she began to scream and plead again, "No, don't leave me here alone! Come back, fuck me if you want just don't leave me like this." She called and whimpered for a half hour, then went silent. For another half hour she fidgeted, trying to escape the stocks. Eventually even those little efforts exhausted her.

Kelly's gasp of surprise was perfect, just a hint of pleasure at the unexpected presence. She of course, thought I had left when the door opened, but I had stepped from the platform and undressed without a noise. Without the door opening again to warn her, Kelly was not prepared for such a soft touch.

It was just the briefest moment of hesitation before she pulled away. But the caress was persistent and gentle, stroking her back, the sides of her breasts, the curve of her ass. On each circuit of her body those soft fingers pushed her thong just a little further off her hips, until gravity finally took over and the scrap of cloth fell to Kelly's ankles.

I could imagine her pussy in the dark, not a hair left after her treatments. I listened to the tone of confusion in her voice as a definitively feminine finger slid into that pussy I was wishing I could see. "What? Who?!"

"Slave, you may silence her now," Rose's commanding voice brought me to my feet. Kelly opened her mouth to protest I jammed a large ring of steel between her teeth, quickly strapping it in place behind her neck.

The protest became an unintelligible sound of panic, but the sound of confusion quickly disappeared, because I had slid my dick through the ring gag and into her warm, wet mouth. The blindness changed from dark to blazing light when the overhead lights turned on.

My beautiful wife, my Mistress and owner, wearing her leather cinchier; pushing up her magnificent, natural breasts was striding toward us with her favourite whip. I knew I had made a mistake when I saw the cruel, six foot length and its barbed tip. Rose would never use such a monstrous tool on a first time "guest".

"To the bench and assume the position. Girl, you will want to watch this; it is important that you know what happens to those who disobey me." I moved to do as Mistress instructed me, and could not help but moan at the loss of that warm mouth from my cock.

I shivered with the cold of fear as I laid my hands on the padded leather of the bench; this would not be a playful flogging to please us both. I had done something to deserve true punishment as my discipline and I was not certain what.

So I just stood, bent slightly at the hips to present my ass for Mistress, her whip, and Kelly's wide, fearful eyes. It was hard to fight the instinct to tense when I heard the whistling of the beast cutting through the air, harder still not to scream as the crack heralded the intense pain, the thin trickle of blood from the pin-point barb.

"Do you know why you are being punished?" Through the fog of pain, the question came to me slowly.

"I did not silence our guest quickly enough Mistress," my answer was stammered, shaky from my tears and a wild guess. The next strike did make me scream, but I remained standing with my knuckles white on the top of the bench.

"You think I would make you bleed for that, Slave? This could have been quick," her words made me cringe, but I didn't scream when the next blow landed across my back. A deep red welt formed immediately. "You," snap, against my ass "don't" searing pain in my thigh, "choose" the pain in my shoulder buckled me, and I fell forward onto the bench briefly, "our" I could hold the screams in no longer; I couldn't even think straight enough to know where the next few landed.

There was a short respite so I could regain my senses and understand the punishment, "toys." The last strike was the worst, Mistress wrapped the whip around my side to touch my chest with the barbs. I must have blacked out briefly, because I don't remember her exchanging the whip for a leather paddle. "You moved and you screamed, my pet."

I nodded, trying to whisper an apology but it wouldn't come out. She was gentle with the ten strokes of the paddle, but the welts and cuts from the whipping made it bring me to silent tears.

When it was over, Rose pulled me into her arms and kissed me gently, "You are lucky she was my choice as well, but you won't do it again will you?" She knew I would not, and did not wait for me to answer before carefully tending to me.

She put cream on my welts to cool them, and bandages on the small cuts. After she was done she led me to the St. Andrew's Cross, where I let her chain me without protest, "But you know I can't let you play with her tonight after your failure."

I nodded, and whimpered, begging with just my eyes as she slid a leather sleeve over my cock. With the straps in place around my waist and legs, she secured it with a small padlock. Of course Rose had given me the perfect angle to watch her play with Kelly, just that much anticipation had me pressing against the leather. I watched Kelly's face as Rose strutted toward her, purposely swaying her naked ass in front of me.

Kelly's fear had run its course, leaving confusion in its wake. This was probably increased by the juxtaposition of Rose's cruel whipping followed so quickly by the tender care. "I will punish you if you disappoint me, but I will pleasure you if you please me. I am harsh but not unjust; do you understand?"

Kelly shook her head, the gag turning her words to nonsense. Rose moved behind the stocks and again began to fuck Kelly with her fingers. I couldn't see exactly what Mistress was doing, but I could hear our guest's enjoyment, "If you please me, you can have this. Nightly if you are very good."

Rose continued, and I watched with growing hunger and pain as my cock was confined by the leather. For a half hour Mistress kept Kelly moaning before she stepped in front of her again. "You have seen my displeasure, and felt my pleasure. Now show me which you want."

My mistress made sure I got a quick look at her shaved, glistening pussy before she stepped in so Kelly's face was between her legs. I heard the hesitation only as silence, and then Rose began to moan. Rose pushed her hips forward, slowly grinding into her new toy's face. "Oh she isn't too bad, but perhaps it would be easier without this."

In an instant the gag was gone and Mistress' moans grew louder. "Obviously the first pussy she's eaten out; you will have to teach her, pet. And imagine how good this tongue would be on your cock."

Of course I was imagining it now, and the throbbing of my prick trying to grow beyond the confines of the chastity belt became excruciating. Mistress, however, was enjoying herself immensely; her moans had risen to words of encouragement. Kelly's face was being pressed hard against a cunt so wet I could hear her at work now.

With a final keening scream, and a tensing of Rose's thighs with which I was intimately aware, Mistress came. Kelly was having difficulty breathing under that pressure for a moment, until Rose's climax slowed and she stepped back, "Very good toy, and now for your reward."

I watched Kelly pant for breath, saw the sheen of Mistress' juices covering her face. Meanwhile Rose moved behind her captive so only I could see her slip into a large strap-on. We both heard the soft moan as Mistress pressed the smaller end of the attached double ended toy into herself.

Shortly after that, the moan was echoed by out captive. Rose's fingers were playing inside Kelly again, and I could hear the wet joy from across the room. Mistress kept her fingers moving and teasing for a full ten minutes before Kelly began to beg, "More please, stop teasing me!"

Mistress chuckled and leaned over to whisper in Kelly's ear, though I could not hear what was said. Then Kelly looked straight into my eyes and gasped. I stared back with a low, painful groan of longing. I saw the surge of pleasure contort her face, as Rose rammed her hips forward, impaling her toy deeply.

Mistress reached below Kelly to grab her swinging tits, and thrust hard into her new toy. They were both moving and grunting with animalistic need until Rose growled at Kelly, "Yes, that's it, cum for me whore."

She did, never taking her eyes from mine. I whimpered as the sight of both women convulsing with pleasure, the screams of their ecstasy drove me to a painful false orgasm within the sheath.

Once she caught her breath, Mistress attached an electronic cuff to Kelly's ankle, "I know you enjoyed that, but I also know it is too early to trust you will not run. None of the doors in this house will open for anyone but me when that cuff is nearby. If you try to leave without me you will be punished."

Rose waited for Kelly's nod of understanding before releasing the lock on the stocks. "I have one more task for you tonight. He will not touch you, but I will let you decide if my pet deserves to be released."

Kelly looked at me, debating and watching the twitching of my leather-trapped dick. Rose just smirked at me, "You may beg her pet. Tonight she is above you."

"Please, oh Kelly please let me free. It hurts and I need to cum so badly," I whined, there is no better word for the pathetic sounds that came from my throat.

Kelly turned to Mistress, "What happens if I choose not to?"

Rose chuckled, "My pet spends the night hanging there, trapped in a leather condom just large enough to make an erection painful, and he watches us on a loop," she walked over and hit a few switches on the wall to turn on the projector. Images of what just happened began to replay from several angles.

"And... if I let him go?"

Rose sashayed back to me and caressed my cheek tenderly, "I unlock him, and allow him to masturbate for out enjoyment, but not to touch either of us."

Kelly took a little longer to speak, "let him down, I guess."

Three months later, I'm kneeling beside Toy, both of our tongues working hard to please Mistress. She doesn't need the pussy eating instruction anymore but Kelly pretends that she does, just to be nice to me, to give me more time between my wife's legs. The ankle cuff has been gone for a while now and the three of us live quite happily.



Tables Turned



John's mother hated him. He had always known that she did; he just never knew why. He presumed that she didn't think he was good enough for her precious daughter, but, whatever the reason, he had had enough.

Evelyn was in her mid forties and, since John was ten years older than Alison, her daughter, it meant he was exactly in the middle of the two women when it came to ages. When it came to personalities, however, each of them was very, very different.

Alison had been educated in a Catholic, all-girls, boarding school and knew absolutely nothing about men when she came to work at John's office at the tender age of eighteen. Within two years John, the older, more experienced one of the two, had seduced the sweet virgin and married her. The fact that he was now her boss at work made life even better. Apart from their age gap, there was one major difference between the happily married couple. 

John was very dominant, in private and in public also, whereas Alison was a natural submissive and she always obeyed her husband in everything. Maybe that's why Evelyn hated him so much, he often wondered.

The problem was, the happier John and Alison were, the more of a bitch Evelyn was to him whenever they visited hiss. It wasn't that he found her unattractive, he just didn't understand her. Although she was always very conservative in her dress, he had always thought her curves betrayed a very seductive body beneath the layers of clothing. Whenever the two of them visited her parents, Evelyn seemed to go out of her way to belittle him and to tease him in equal measure. He often fantasised about what he would like to do to her but never though anything would come of it.

That Saturday morning they had been summoned to Evelyn's, something John wasn't happy about as he had planned a lazy day of making love with his young wife. They had a very happy sex life and, thanks to John's previous experiences, a very adventurous one. Alison may have been a virgin when they met but she certainly wasn't by the time they got married. He had been her first; he had introduced her to oral and anal sex; he had taught her the delights of spanking and mild bondage. He had taught her so much in the bedroom that she now looked to him for guidance in just about everything.

When it came to her mother, however, he knew it was better to let Alison take the lead. So, getting into the car, he gritted his teeth and drove them both to the outskirts of town where her mother and father lived.

When they arrived, the front door flew open and a tearful Evelyn ran out, straight into her daughter's arms.

"He's left me," she wailed, as a distraught Alison tried to comfort her mother.

"You mean Pete has finally seen sense?" John asked himself. He had often wondered why Evelyn's husband stayed around so long because she was just as bitchy to him as she was to everyone else.

"He's been having an affair with his secretary and now he's run off to be with her. What am I going to do?"

"You're going to come home with us, is what you are going to do. Isn't she, John?"

John could think of a million reasons why that was a very bad idea but none that he could say aloud so he simply nodded and smiled at his beautiful wife.

"Thank you so much, darling. I knew you wouldn't let me down the way your father has. My bags are packed. We'll wait for you in the car."

The latter was directed at John and he knew that was all the thanks he was going to get. He decided to bide his time, however since they do say revenge is a dish best served cold.

As the days passed he wondered how much he could take of his mother from hell. It had been bad enough when she was rude to him in her home; now he had to put up with it in his own home for Alison's sake and he wasn't prepared to let that continue for much longer.

A few days later came the day that changed everything.

Evelyn appeared in John's office, not to see him, of course, but to cry on her daughter's shoulder once more. Once again she was in tears and, once again, it was her daughter who had to console her.

"He's stolen all my money," she moaned. Evelyn had never worked a day in her life; she had gone straight from her parents' house to her husband's and had always had everything provided for her. The fact that Pete had simply emptied their joint account of his own money didn't seem to make any sense to her and she cried piteously to her daughter.

"Don't cry; we can soon put this right, can't we, John? You can come and work with us. Won't that be fun?"

At first it sounded like the worst hell imaginable to John but then he had an idea. Maybe he could make this work in his favour for a change.

"Of course your mother can come and work with us. She can help you in any way you see fit. It will have to be under the same terms and conditions, however."

At that, Alison's face fell. No one knew about their secret life and now John was talking about exposing her darkest secrets to her mother, of all people.

"What do you mean?" demanded Evelyn. "What terms and conditions?"

"Your daughter and I have our own private arrangement which goes beyond the normal company rules and regulations. Alison, show your mother what I am referring to."

Alison stared at her husband. She knew what she was supposed to do but how could she possibly lift her skirt, bend over his desk and show off the evidence of this morning's spanking. Her eyes flew between her mystified mother and her impatient husband. Did he really want her to show off her red bottom to her mother? Did he really expect her mother to submit to such correction? 

"I'm waiting, Alison. You know better than to keep me waiting," said John in the very same tone of voice he used when he was not happy with her; and when he was not happy she knew she would be punished. That had never been a problem before, well, not since the first time anyway, but how could she do this in front of her mother. And why were her panties soaking up her juices even as she hesitated?

Telling herself that her mother would understand once John explained it, she released her mother from her arms, stared pleadingly but in vain at her husband, and slowly, very slowly, raised her tight black skirt. Even as she heard her mother's gasp of shock, she leaned forward and rested her forearms on the top of his desk. Her face was burning with shame, her bottom was burning from her earlier punishment and her pussy was burning in anticipation.

Evelyn couldn't believe what was happening. Today had been one shock after another. She was shocked when she had tried to buy some new clothes and her cards had all been declined. She was shocked when her bank informed her that her husband had emptied all their accounts and she was now penniless.

But she was even more shocked, now, standing in her son's office. She was shocked that her daughter had just exposed herself. She was shocked that her daughter was not wearing the plain cotton panties and thick black tights that she had been brought up to wear. She was shocked that the tiny thong her daughter was wearing barely hid her decency and, instead, along with the lace-topped stockings, showed off her full bottom cheeks to her eyes and those of her son in law.

She was shocked that her daughter's cheeks were bright red and showed the tell-tale signs of a very recent spanking. Most of all, however, she was shocked to find that she wanted to see how this scenario was going to play out and that her own panties were a little moist at the thought. That hadn't happened in quite some time so, for once, she said nothing and simply waited.

"As you can see, Evelyn, I sometimes have to punish Alison when her work is not up to scratch. If you want to work for me then you will have to be willing to subject yourself to such "encouragement". Is that something you want to do? Is it something you can agree to do? If not, then you know where the door is."

Evelyn's mind was in a whirl. Everything seemed to be happening so quickly. Her once comfortable, secure world was falling apart around her and now she had a momentous decision to make. Could she really subject herself to such an arrangement with her hated son? Could she really allow him to spank her? What if spanking wasn't enough for him? Could she really trust him not to want even more from her? What if he wanted to touch her or made her touch him?

All the while her mind deliberated, she couldn't tear her eyes from her poor daughter, bending over her husband's desk, exposing her plump bottom, completely at his mercy. Could she really do that? Could she submit herself to his mercy and take what he gave?

She was in a hopeless situation; she was desperate and she was penniless. She had no choice. Taking a deep breath, looking her insolent son straight in the eye, she stepped forward and leaned over his desk, only inches from her own daughter.

John smiled to himself in secret delight but kept a stern look on his face for the benefit of his wife and mother. Pushing back his chair, he got up and walked round to savour the view of two sexy women leaning over his desk. He thought he was the luckiest man alive as he now had two voluptuous bottoms to play with and he thoroughly intended to make good use of both of them. But Alison could wait; it was her mother he had to deal with first. He had always wanted to teach Evelyn a lesson and now was his chance. He wondered how far he could go.

Advancing on his mother, he bent down to lift the bottom of her skirt. She stiffened as she felt his approach but they both knew there was a lot more to come. Slowly dragging her long skirt up the backs of her legs, he finally threw it over her back and stood back to admire the view.

"No, no, no. This will not do at all." There was no way he was going to let Evelyn think he was pleased at the sight of her round cheeks.

"If you are going to work for me you must dress appropriately. This afternoon Alison will take you to her lingerie boutique and ensure that you are kitted out with the kind of stockings and panties that I allow."

Wearing the black tights that she always wore, she silently cursed her son for exposing her like this. He seemed to be enjoying her humiliation and she shuddered at the thought of her own daughter choosing her underwear. Even worse, she knew her big cotton panties were becoming even wet as her shame increased. John's next words, however, took her embarrassment to a whole new level.

"Alison, remove those offending articles, please."

His wife's body stiffened at his command, knowing very well what he was asking, no, what he was telling her to do. She pushed herself up from the desk, afraid to look at her mother, afraid to disobey her husband. She was going to have to remove her mother's tights and, knowing her husband well, she knew he wouldn't allow her to stop there.

Evelyn tried to turn her head to see what her daughter was doing but a sharp "Eyes front" order from her son soon put a stop to that. Within seconds, however, she knew what was about to happen as she felt Alison's fingers tentatively reach into the waistband of her tights. Immediately she sprung up.

"Alison, what on earth do you think you are doing? Stop that immediately."

She spun round and faced them both, surprised to see her daughter on her knees.

"Have it your own way," John answered. "You may leave now. Alison will call you a taxi to take you back to the house. When you get there, pack your bags and leave. I've had enough of you and your bitching. On you go."

Evelyn knew she had nowhere to go. She had no home, no money and no man to pay for whatever she demanded. She had no choice.

She looked down at Alison pleadingly but her daughter's head was bowed and her eyes were fixed on the floor. Trying vainly to hold back a sob, she turned round to face the desk again and leaned across it. She had not been spanked since the last time her father put her across his knee, the night before her wedding. She had hated him and she now she realised she hated John even more. She didn't know what antagonised her so much about her son but it was enough that he had stolen her daughter from her.

John knew he had won and tried to keep the triumph from his voice.

"Very well, Alison, proceed."

Alison couldn't see her mother's face but she didn't think it could be burning any more than her own. She could never have imagined that she would be kneeling behind her mother's upturned bottom, pulling her skirt up over her legs. She could never have imagined she would be pulling down her mother's tights. She could never have imagined that she would be pulling down her mother's big panties, exposing her mother to her own husband. And she could never in her wildest imagination have believed she would be looking at her mother's naked backside, looking at the large damp spot in the crotch of her mother's white panties and smelling the arousal wafting from between her mother's legs.

She knew her mother had been out since early morning and, since it was a warm, sticky day, the scent from her panties was strong, very strong. She knew her mother would be embarrassed but she knew there was no way to escape her husband's demands.

Lifting her mother's feet, one by one, she helped her to step out of her high heel shoes and removed her tights and panties together. Handing them over to her husband like some sort of trophy, Alison got back to her feet and stepped out of the way. She had never understood why John delighted in sniffing her damp panties but, having been so close to her mother's, she began to see the attraction.

John took them from his wife's hands and walked round to the other side of the desk. Evelyn looked up and was shocked to see her son with a pair of panties in his hand, her panties, and he was sniffing the very part which had nestled against her private parts. What kind of pervert was this man her daughter was married to, she wondered.

She was about to find out.

"Your panties are wet, Evelyn. Can you explain that? Are you turned on at the thought of your daughter exposing your arse and pussy to me?"

Evelyn's face burned in shame as she shook her head in answer. 

"Nothing to say? Well, that does make a nice change. Of course, we all know why your panties are wet, Evelyn, don't we? Your panties are wet because your pussy juices are running. I wonder if it's the humiliation or the anticipation which is turning you on so much."

Evelyn couldn't have answered that in a million years. All she knew was that her juices were running down her legs just as John had said. More than she ever had in her married life, she felt a tingling between her legs that she knew was demanding attention.

John could see just how tormented the poor woman was but he had dreamed about this day for so long now that he was going to make the most of it and nothing was going to spoil it for him. He walked back round the desk, kissed his wife, smiled at her and told her to kneel on her mother's right side while he took up position on her left. He knew Alison could never have dreamed of such a scenario but he also could see the tell-tale signs of her arousal. Her nipples were enlarged and poking through her lacy bra and tight blouse. She was obviously desperate to play with her pussy as he watched her hands fidget in her lap, trying to hold them clasped together in her lap, just as he expected her to.

He smiled down at his sexy wife and his smile broadened as she watched him caress another woman's arse only inches from her face. The fact that the other woman was her own mother seemed to only increase the lust in both their eyes. When he raised his hand for the first smack, however, she still was shocked that he was going to go through with it.

As the first slap landed on Evelyn's round cheeks she moaned but knew better than to cry out. What shocked her even more than the stinging in her bottom, however, was the quiet, "One" whispered by her daughter. On and on she counted as John spanked his mother a total of six times. He wasn't trying to seriously hurt her; he just wanted to show her who was in charge and how things were going to be from now on.

"You may get up now," was all John said when he was finished.

Tentatively she pushed herself up from the desk. Her skirt fell down and covered her poor bottom and, while she was grateful that her modesty had been restored, she flinched when the thick tweed rubbed against her punished cheeks.

"There is one more thing that I expect of you after a spanking, Evelyn, but today I will let your daughter show you just how I like it."

If Evelyn had thought that the day couldn't get any worse, she was sadly mistaken. John had sat back down on his chair and swivelled it round so that his legs were free of the desk. Indicating that the two women should come round to face him, Evelyn followed her daughter. When Alison dropped to her knees once again, however, she stayed standing. She dreaded the thought of what was about to happen but, even so, she couldn't take her eyes off the man who had spanked her or the daughter who had stripped her of her underwear.

Evelyn looked on in shock, trying not to look but unable to look anywhere else as Alison reached out and pulled opened the belt on her husband's trousers. Opening them wide, she pulled down the zip and reached into his shorts. Both women heard the older one gasp aloud when Alison pulled out her husband's cock and held it for a second.

She looked pleadingly up at John but she knew there was no point. She was going to suck his cock in front of her own mother. The only thing that had still to be decided was whether he came down her throat or shot his cum over her face. She wasn't sure which would be more embarrassing with her mother watching but she knew she had to do this. She knew she wanted to do this. The only things she didn't know was when she was going to be allowed to touch her pussy and how was her mother going to react.

Evelyn was amazed at how eager her daughter seemed to be. She knew that it was her perverted son who was forcing her own sweet daughter to do this disgusting thing but, even so, Alison seemed to be enjoying licking up and down her husband's penis, sucking on the head, swirling her tongue around the tip before opening her mouth wide and taking him in. She couldn't believe how much of John's thick penis seemed to be sliding into her daughter's mouth.

It didn't seem to be enough for John, however, as he took over by grabbing his wife's hair and pushed in, all the way to the back of Alison's mouth. He stood up so that he was towering over the kneeling woman and began to piston in and out of her mouth. Alison started to gag as his cock butted against the entrance to her throat and her mother began to seriously doubt that she would be able to breathe if John continued.

The married couple knew better, however, and pulling out for a second to allow his wife a deep breath, John plunged back in, all the way into his wife's throat. Evelyn could only stare in amazement as her daughter's face was pressed hard against her husband, her nose buried in his pubic hair. She could only give thanks that he hadn't forced her to do this but then remembered his words. He would expect her to do this in future and she was more frightened and more aroused than she had ever been.

Suddenly John seemed to pick up the pace and Alison was struggling to keep up with him as he felt the familiar tingle in his balls, the sure sign that he was about to cum. Pulling out of his wife's throat, pulling out of her mouth, he grabbed his cock and began to furiously jerk it.

He roared in delight as the first shot of cum hit his wife between the eyes. Pumping his cock, the next shot landed on her nose and the final one went straight into her mouth. It was still throbbing and still leaking as he smeared the head across Alison's cheeks and collapsed back down into his chair.




Tables Turned



Alison knew her final duties were to clean her husband and tidy his clothing. She took him back into her mouth and made sure any remains of his cum were on her tongue before she tucked him back into his shorts, pulled up his zip and redid his belt.

Leaning back she proceeded to remove his cum from her face with her fingers before licking it off and swallowing it. There was only one last drop to remove when John admonished her.

"Don't be greedy, Alison. Let your mother taste it too."

Both women stood frozen to the spot, staring in disbelief at John before staring in embarrassment at each other. Alison recovered first and, removing the final drop of her husband's cum from her face with her index finger, she offered it to her mother.

John watched in delight as Evelyn shook her head in refusal. It only took him to get up out of his chair, however, to make her relent and to open her mouth. Alison knew the struggle her mother was going through because she had struggled with swallowing John's cum at first too. She knew, however, that neither of them had any choice and, as her mother slowly parted her lips, she pushed her finger in and smeared her husband's cum on her mother's tongue.

Evelyn grimaced in disgust but instinctively swallowed, knowing that she would be forced to take a lot more of her son's cum into her mouth in the very near future. She shuddered at the sudden thought that maybe he wouldn't be satisfied with just her mouth. Maybe he would force her to do even more disgusting things. She had banished her husband from the marital bed when Alison was born and had never allowed him back but she knew what men were like and what they wanted. What had her circumstances forced her into, she wondered fearfully?

John, meanwhile, returned to his work and seemed to forget the two women. When they made to leave, however, he addressed them one last time.

"Alison, you may take your mother shopping now and then go home. Evelyn, I will expect you to model your new purchases for me when I return. Do not disappoint me."