3 comments/ 23806 views/ 2 favorites An Unexpected Shift Ch. 01 By: ubertroll "Just let me change into something a bit more comfortable," Brittany began. "You," she commanded, "stay right there." Sam, her new toy, gave a slight, knowing grin. Brittany walked from her living room to the bedroom, and practically giggled as she slipped the sweater off. She had met Sam at the bar, looking for a new sub to play with. She was still new to the scene, having just parted ways with her first partner, in that sense of the term, after six mutually enjoyable weeks. Sam had instantly sparked her interest—he was tall, and well-muscled, but not overly so, and Brittany, being only five foot one, loved the idea of toying with a large man. She continued undressing, tossing her jeans off, and smiled as she remembered how deftly Sam had conversed with her. She loved his vocabulary, and use of language, and how his voice never rose above a soft, demur level, and never sped up. Even his speech, Brittany marveled, was the perfection of submission. Tossing off her bra, Brittany took a moment to stroke her nipples, as if unable to take the anticipation of the coming play, and tilted her head, contemplating what to put on for Sam. She finally decided on a very skimpy leather corset that well-supported, but did not cover, her B-cups. She briefly considered bottoms, but, with a grin, slipped on only a strap-on, and her spiked boots. The toy was barely more than three strips of leather, holding up a relatively small, blue vibed dildo. Lastly, Brittany opened the drawer on her mantle, and removed the handcuffs, the key, and a few straps. Giving her nipples another stroke, she composed herself, stood up straight, and walked back to her plaything. Sam was sitting on the couch, wearing only his black briefs, the rest of his clothing neatly removed and folded in a pile where he had been standing—his socks were even balled. He seemed as relaxed and calm as always, his beautiful, dark brown eyes as serene as ever. Seeing her enter, he stood up, and his smile broadened at seeing her garb. Brittany tossed the various restraints on the couch next to where he'd been sitting. Seeing his almost smug expression, she picked up the crop leaning against her armchair—the most daring prop she owned, an acquisition so new she'd never had occasion to use it—and waggled it in his face. "Now, now, naughty boy, I told you to stay where you were. What am I going to do with you?" Brittany smiled as she scolded the six-four man. She rapped his right pect with the crop, lightly, and moved it to the underside of his chin, to push up his head, looking down at her. The moment she did so, however, his reaction took her utterly off guard. His left hand flew to her right wrist, the one holding the crop, and ripped it to the side, as his right flew to her throat, wrapping around it, but not constricting it, yet. "Brittany, Brittany, so energetic. I adore such vitality, but, my dear," he brought her hand to his face, and kissed it, "know your limits." For a moment, Brittany was utterly disoriented, her mind in chaos. It did not take long, however, for her to regain her composure. "Excuse you, you uppity worm, but sit back down!" she spat, pulled her arm, trying to free herself from his grip. In response, she felt herself grow lighter on her feet. For a moment she couldn't understand it, until she felt a slight pain in her neck, as he lifted her up by her head, like a doll. He didn't even need to pinch on her breathing even slightly as he did so, and Brittany would have taken envious note, if she had had the presence of mind to do so. The look in Sam's eyes moved from calm to disappointed. "Brittany, Brittany, it is beneath you to be so rude. Now really, courtesy is a virtue our previous conversation indicated to me that you were quite capable of. To what end do you pursue such bombast and calumny?" he responded, his voice at once warm, and vaguely condescending. For three endless breaths, he held her there, still on her feet, yet part of her held aloft, before letting her down and releasing her hand. "Now, then," he continued, but she interrupted him, slapping him across the face. His head didn't turn in the slightest in response, but his eyes darkened. Britanny, taking this for a sign of weakness at last, in retrospect enjoying the thrill of dealing with his insolence, as through it accented his powerful frame. "Much better, Sam," Brittany smiled, and, sliding the crop under the hem of his boxers. With a smile, she began to pull down. Her grin grew, as she stared at the first thick, short bristles that appeared, as his happy trail ended, and his groin began. Because of her staring, however, her attention wavered. She didn't notice him move, until her hands were locked behind her, gripped in his two large paws. The crop fell to the ground. His arms pushing her around with the ease of a puck across an air table. He spun her around, and tripped as he pushed her onto the couch. His chest slammed into her, pinning her hands between her back and the couch cushions. A half second later, he leaned back again, and, almost by reflex, she flew forward, pushing against him, trying to throw him off her, for a short moment forgetting the size gradient that she initially found so seductive. She heard a loud click, and realized why he'd given her the space to come forward. She briefly pulled her arms against the cuffs, but such was nothing but futility. He let go of her, and, with a tug of his broad arms, pulled the couch cushion out from under her. With a slight bounce, she landed on the top of the hide-a-bed, folded inside. Before she realized the significance of what was going on, he'd looped one of the straps through the hide-a-bed's handle, and tied it to her cuffs. "What on Earth do you think you're doing? Unlock me now, damn it! This kind of disrespect will have consequences" Brittany demanded, still hanging on to the tattered remains of her power, even with her hands locked behind her. With the same calm tone he'd held from the beginning in the bar, he explained, "My dear Brittany, what I 'think I'm doing' is ensuring the peace. How could I possibly show you an enjoyable evening, pet, if you insist on such resistance and aggression?" With these words, Brittany realized what the problem had been. She was too new to being a Dom to realize that his quiet manner indicated comfort, not acquiescence. Sam picked up the crop, and effortlessly began to twirl it in one hand, almost absentmindedly. Her voice trembling, unsure of herself, having never played this role before, she whispered "I'm sorry." Abruptly, the darkness on Sam's face lightened into the glowing softness that seemed its natural state. With a slight, deep sigh, Sam continued "Much better, my dear Brittany, much better. I know what I am doing, and I assure you, just accede, and you will greatly enjoy this evening." Brittany's eyes didn't move from his deep browns. The new territory was uncharted, but for reasons she couldn't understand—and didn't even realize were operating—she knew that he wouldn't let her down. His eyes would tell her what to do, she was certain—she hadn't even considered another possibility. Twirling the crop, Sam went on, "Now, pet, you're not dressed quite right. This isn't appropriate attire at all." His hands reached down, and, biting her lip, Brittany watched him undo the bands on her strap on, and wriggled out of them, as he pulled them down. "You don't need such a vulgar device—it will serve no purpose, save to… how shall I phrase this? To interfere with your own pleasure," he finished, and drew the tip of the crop up her slit. She hadn't even realized she was wet, but the cold dampness that he drew in a line in her right breast, wiping the crop on it, told her she was. Brittany wanted to look down, to check how bad it was down there, how ready, but she somehow knew it would be naughty for her to break his gaze, so she sat quietly, and concentrated on listening. Sam made quiet noises in the back of his throat, looking up and down at her corset. His head slowly turned from side to side, nodding no. His free hand reached behind her, and began to undo the knot, still twirling the crop in the other. He didn't even look behind her—he was clearly practiced at such things. He stared into her eyes, and softly told her, "Don't worry, pet, I'm not mad at the way you're dressed. It was my responsibility to make clear what I expected of you, and in this, I quite obviously failed. I'm apologize. No harm has been done, thankfully" Her breath quickening inexplicably, Brittany nodded no, keeping her eyes forward, locked with his. "Good." He finished the knot, and, with a few tugs, had unlaced it, and pulled the corset off. He threw it aside, and discarded it. "The boots can stay. But, in the future, please, just wear something comfortable. You'll hurt your back, if you wear heels like that too often," he instructed, and Brittany nodded. A small part of her mind was still reeling. In less than a minute, she'd been reduced to effective nudity, handcuffed to the couch—and was happy about it. She was having trouble processing. "A moment, if you would be so kind," Sam said, and walked over to his neatly piled clothes. Staring at the tight cheeks barely hidden by the black briefs, Brittany bit her lip tightly. Now, she didn't need to look to feel exactly how wet she was—the thick, springy base of the hide-a-bed that she was sitting on didn't absorb liquid well, and she felt cool wetness on both inner thighs. She stood up just a bit, and slid back, sitting on her cuffed hands. It was awkward, but she made just enough room for herself that her index fingers could teach the bottom of her slit. Her fingers started to stroke her flared lips, and a loud sigh escaped her lips. The noise made Sam spin around, dropping the jeans whose pockets he had been going through. Walking back over, he slipped something on his fingers that Brittany couldn't identify. "Now now, none of that, pet. Such a task—the fulfillment of one as beautiful as yourself, ought not that be a duty for a skilled party? If you wish to masturbate, by all means, say the word, and I can uncuff you, and go back to the bar," Sam scolded, and planted his feet, towering far above her seated form. In responses, Brittany nodded no, again. A small part of her brain screamed at her to look up at him defiantly, to spit at him, and tell him to uncuff her, and then to throw him out, but that part was getting smaller. It was getting seduced by her inexplicable joy… the comfort and pleasure of his authority. She slide her fingers out from under herself, and looked forward, eyes slightly downcast. Her eyes fell on his bulge, and her spine tingled. She leaned forward, almost by reflex, and pursed her lips. Her mouth moistened in anticipation, as she floated towards him. She felt something on her forehead. She quickly realized it was a hand, and it pushed her backwards. A deep, calm voice echoed in her ears. "Pet, you have to learn, I am a very kind master, but courtesy, courtesy is a virtue." "I'm sorry," Brittany whispered. "May I please taste you?" she asked in the most sultry tone she could muster, but it was barely over a whimper. She saw his large hands reach the band of his briefs. "Close, pet. You learn very quickly. I appreciate that. You're very good, pet, but try again. You almost got it right," he reassured her. Brittany's brow furrowed. She didn't know what to do. She just opened her mouth, and hoped that she could improvise, "I'm sorry. Can I please take you in my mouth, and taste you?" "That's very good, pet, but not what I was talking about. Pet, be so kind as to show proper deference." Brittany gasped, her chest heaving lightly, as she realized the problem. "I'm so sorry! Can I please have a small taste of your cock, Master?" she uttered, and the last little corner of defiance in her mind collapsed. Sam smiled, but she couldn't see it. She knew he was pleased, when he lowered his briefs, and let them fall to his ankles. "Oh, you needn't show utter surrender. I like your will. You're clever, spunky, and beautiful, pet. Just show respect. 'Sir' will down fine," he finished, stepping out of the black undergarment. Brittany gave a little moan, almost a sob, as she took in the sight of his cock. As it sprang up, liberated from its cloth prison, she saw its full length and breadth. It was hard from seeing her naked and lightly bound, and she could tell that it was easily eight inches, probably closer to nine, and wider than any she'd ever had before. "Sir, please be gentle. You're so large, and I'm so small… don't be angry if I can't take all of you!" she pleaded, and planted a kiss on the tip of his head. Sam gave a warm, throaty laugh. "Don't worry. I can promise you never to get angry, if you do the best you can. Now, hold back on me, and I would be rather put out," his sudden emphasis on the last two words sent a shiver down Brittany's spine. "But," he continued, "I'm certain you won't disappoint me. You certainly haven't let me down, yet. And don't worry—you only asked for a taste. I will neither expect, nor permit, more." "Thank you, sir," Brittany beamed, and slid her lips around his head, stopping when they enveloped the rim. Her eyes finally found the courage to look up, as her tongue began to stroke his head. He was looking down at her, gently, caringly, his eyes warm. He cupped her ears softly, encouragingly, and she realized what he'd taken from his jeans. The finger-mounted vibes were small, but no doubt effective, and he had two on each hand, on his middle and index fingers. Brittany couldn't stand the anticipation, but calmed herself. She knew an outburst would only slow things down at best, and ruin them at worst. As she looped her tongue around his head again, she tasted the first droplet of his precum, and licked it up with the hungry passion of one on the verge of orgasm, in spite of the virtual vacuum of the mounds of her pleasure. "And so you've had a taste," Sam said, and pulled himself out of her mouth. She gave a small whimper, but a small arching of his eyebrows silenced her objections. He kneeled down on the floor, bringing his head level to her own, and looked her in the eyes. "You've very good, pet, and now you will experience what a good pet gets." An Unexpected Shift Ch. 02 "You've very good, pet, and now you will experience what a good pet gets," Sam purred, and kissed her lightly on the lips. Fire ripped through her as he did, and she felt his broad fingers touch her sides, the gentle massaging of the finger—mounted vibrators warmly caressing the sides of her breasts. Brittany felt herself melting against Sam's lips, closed but still somehow enervatingly delicious. He broke the kiss, slowly drawing back, quiet serenity still lying on his face, an approving grin on his soft pink lips. Brittany shifted, spreading her legs further, pushing her pelvis forward, pointing it more outwardly, and murmured, "Please touch me, sir." Sam took in a breath, and smiled, almost yawning, and, with a grin, retorted "Pet, I am already doing so." He fingers traced the lower rim of her small breasts, and circled up, the trembling vibes rounding the rim of her areole. Brittany's eyes widened, and her mouth formed an gasping ‘O'. She leaned—halfway fell—back onto the couch, her shoulders and head sinking into the leather cushion. Sam gently slid his fingers to her nipples, pinching each between a pair of vibes. Brittany's hips began to buck, lifting her pelvis with each one, flinging droplets, one by one, of her wetness at Sam's feet. "Calmly, pet, calmly," he told her, and, as if guided by the steadiness of his voice, her hips slowed. She bit her lip, and reveled in the shock, as his vibrating fingers pinched and massaged her nubs. His naked digits stroked the sides of her breasts, gently stroking the light skin, the tinted vibes not losing their focus. Brittany closed her eyes, and bit harder on her lip, stifling a moan. She felt her breasts pulled straight out, her nipples being stretched and pleasured, pinched and shaken, tightly clamped between vibrating hardness. She heard a rustling, and felt Sam shift. By the time could gather herself enough to open her eyes, and look to see what had happened, he was already back, precicely when he had been. Struggling to hold back the urge to thrust that suffused her pelvis, Brittany quietly peeped "Sir, please penetrate me. I want to cum for you." Sam smiled broadly. "I thought you'd never ask, pet. Understand, however, that it's not yet time for what you are thinking of, pet. But don't worry. You are about to feel something not altogether unlike what you initially intended to, this night," he narrated, putting a quizzical look on Brittany's face. She whimpered as his fingers released her nipples, but silenced herself the moment she saw what he was doing. With a few deft motions, he secured the strap on, the six inch vibe humming nicely, his larger member standing erect above it. Sam gently removed the vibes from his fingers, and clicked them off. As Brittany quivered, he placed two fingers at the base of her slit. "Hold still, pet. This won't hurt a bit," he instructed, and stroked up. A tiny shriek came from her throat, as he stopped immediately short of her clit, then took has fingers, and rubbed them on the head of the dildo. "Very good, pet. I know you can do this," he assured her, and repeated the process again. A third pass, and a fourth, and the vibe was sopping. Brittany felt tears welling up in her eyes—the stroking and nipple play brought her intense pleasure, but not orgasm, and the tension was unbearably painful. Her voice shaking, Brittany peeped "Please, sir. Let me cum for you." Blinking, when she say no reaction, she continued, pleading "Please penetrate me, sir. Please." Sam smiled, and slid the finger vibes back on With a soft tone, and his bright eyes shining, he spoke again. "Shhhhh, pet. Don't sound too eager—it is unseemly," Sam chided. He turned the finger vibes back on. Her eyes brightening at this, Brittany arched her back, lifting the pert, small spheres up and forward, happily. Sam smiled, and supported the bottom of her breasts with his vibed fingers. Holding his fingers in place, supporting, his face, not losing its warmth, abruptly took on an even more emphasized aura of command. "Now, pet, you are going to orgasm, and that is because you are a good pet, and good pets get certain prerogatives," Brittany hung on his every word, nodding solemnly as he spoke. "But, if you want me to give you more, you must contain yourself as long as you can. Patience will get you everywhere, and everything," he added emphasis to the last word, and Brittany smiled joyfully. "Do you understand, pet?" he queried. Brittany nodded quickly. Sam cocked his head, and his smile retreated. Catching herself, Brittany nodded more slowly, with greater solemnity. Sam's radiance returned. The tickling, caressing sensations of the jiggling tips slid up the underside of her breasts. As Sam's fingers pinched her nipples, her legs stretched out, squirming against the pleasure. He rolled the nubs again, pulled them again, tugged on them, and Brittany bit her lip in resistance. Walking forward on his knees, slowly, Sam gently placed the tip of his cock on her slit, and, at the same moment, the lubed strap on touched her asshole. Her mouth flew open, again, in an ‘O', and she let off a pulsing gasp, and then another, her resistance rapidly failing. Pushing slightly forward, Sam's cock slid upward, to lightly touch her clit. As he did so, the very tip of the vibe entered her ass, rumbling, massaging. Two tears dropped from Brittany's eyes from the pain of restrained pleasure, and, taking pity, Sam leaned forward. He kissed his pet lightly on the lips, and, the moment they touched, pinched down hard on her nipples, and pulled them close. Taking her cue, Brittany came. Her pussy was empty, but it contracted and spasmed anyway. A flow of wetness tricked down, redoubling the lubrication on the vibe. She screamed into Sam's mouth, a bubbling gurgle thanks to his tongue's strokes against her own. It took every fiber of her strength not to buck her hips, but she understood that doing so was Not Allowed. Brittany's spasms of pleasure pulsed through her with every heartbeat. She felt sweat beat on her body, she felt her pussy grip down on a cock that wasn't there. She felt her asshole clamp on the tiny tip that had begun to penetrate it. She shuddered with each throb, reveling in the restrained glory of an orgasm, before, with a sigh, leaning back, stretching her nipples further. For a single moment, she contemplated her position—handcuffed, tied to the couch, with her own strap on beginning to penetrate her ass, and the man she brought home to be a sub dominating her more completely that she ever had owned her lone sub. She breathed in deeply, exhaled, and then heard Sam's voice again. "That was very good, pet, very good. You lasted longer than I thought you would. Now, you may feel a modicum of pain, but, I assure you, it is for the best. Take a deep breath, pet," he suggested. Brittany took in another deep breath, then screamed as she felt Sam press into her. She flung her body forward, and her head on Sam's shoulder, as she felt his wide cock slide inside her pussy. She'd never been with a man nearly as large as he, and it hurt as he pushed inside her, the head of his cock stretching her from within, stroking her insides, rubbing the ridged mound of her g—spot. The vibrator was easier—she'd never had something quite that large in her ass, but her last and only sub had loved those rare occasions where she let him fuck her ass (but never, of course, cum in it). Sam [italics]shhhhhh[/italics]ed into her ear as she nuzzled into his shoulder, moaning as he edged deeper into her, calmly talking to her, keeping her grounded as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her, still pinching on her nipples. She felt herself filling, the shaft of Sam's cock lumbering into her, the head touching the deepest point in her, and pushing back, stretching her, and she grew taut around him. The vibe attacked her ass from within, and her nipples screamed as the finger vibes stroked and caressed her swollen, sore nips. His cock pushed deeper and deeper… the pain grew sharper and sharper, like a razor wrapped in the orgasmic pleasure of his cock. It was almost unbearable. Brittany didn't know how she did it, but she felt Sam's hair crumple against her groin, and the leather of the strap—on press her cheeks. Sam whispered sweet nothings in her ear, and released her nipples. She heard a plastic ‘click' and belatedly realized that the caps that had been rolling her nipples doubled as clamps, when snapped together. She felt his large hands spread across her small back, and he began to thrust inside her. The vibe filled her ass, shuddering her, sending quivers up her spine. Her nipples screamed as the clamps attacked her. Her arms flailed in their cuffs, not trying to escape, just thrashing with pleasure. Lastly, she felt his cock pumping in her. Brittany felt Sam's thrusts go deeper. He would slam into her, his cock penetrating her further than even the most daring dildo she'd ever tired had reached. He'd pull himself a few inches out, with a slick sound, the top edge of his shaft stroking her clit, then pump back in. Every thrust grew deeper, every plunge drawing both dildo and cock out of her, then plunging back in. Again and again he rammed into her, arcing the angle so that the dildo stayed inside her. Her pussy throbbed, and contracted painfully, as the rim of his head tickled and stroked her spot, and his tip slammed against her cervix, plunging against her A spot. The clamps crunched and massaged her nipples, and her mouth became an ‘O' again, wetly pressing into Sam's shoulder. He felt her mouth, and understood instantly. He pulled himself almost fully out of her, leaving just the head of his cock inside her, wide as a half—dollar at the head, and his rumbling voice tickled her ears, "I told you. Hold it in, pet. Hold it in as long as you can. I know you can do it, pet," he encouraged her. He slid a bit further into her throbbing depth, then began to pulse in and out, rubbing his rim across her g—spot, over and over, massaging the mound. He took one hand off her back. The clamps were driving her nipples mad, the vibe, about an inch of with remained inside her, assaulted her innards. "I don't know if I can do it, sir. You're so good. You feel so nice inside me. Sir, I'm going to cum again, soon. I'm so sorry sir!" the words pulsed out between gasps, slowly, haltingly, as stroke after stroke from Sam's head caressed her spot. A kiss landed on her ear. Sam, in his tenderest tone yet, told her "Don't worry. I know you've tried, pet. I'm going to give you an orgasm now. You'll know when to succumb. And, when you do, hold nothing back." Her cheek rubbed against his, nodding, as her tears streamed down her cheeks, and down his back. Mid—nod, she screamed, as he thrust forward, and his free hand pinched her clit. Nine inches sank inside her, deeply. His thick fingers pinched and pulled [italic]hard[/italic] on her clit. The vibes madly struck her ass and nipples, and, in a confused shatter, Brittany lost control. Her gush caught her utterly off guard—she had never had one before. But the combination of stimuli, the depth of the fuck, the pleasure on every nub and cavern of her pleasure, and the deeply erotic pleasure of her submission simply overwhelmed her. As her vulva was utterly filled by his cock, she felt a release deep inside herself, pouring through and out of her with the deep relief and ecstacy of the most visceral catharsis, the most fundamental, primal pleasure Brittany had ever experienced. She felt a splash pouring against her thighs and belly, only belatedly realizing that the massive flow was her own. She thrashed and slammed against Sam's body as the orgasm danced through her, the jet of liquid from her subsiding. Her scream petered out, and she gasped, before resuming a loud, sharp moan. Still moaning, she felt Sam release her clit, and remove the clamps from her nipples. Her legs quivering, she felt the vibe slide out of her ass, and his cock remove itself from her. Sam instructed her, "Pet, I am very pleased with your performance." As her last twitches subsided, she head him unclasp the vibrator. "I thought you would be able to do that. I am proud of you, pet. I think you deserve a taste of what you accomplished," he concluded, and stood up. Sam's long, dripping cock hovered right in front of her face, gently rising and falling with each breath he took. "Lick it clean, and do so properly, pet, and I'll untie you, and give you even more fun," he wickedly intoned. Those words alone prompted a trickle of wetness out of Brittany's pussy. "I don't know how to thank you, sir," Brittany whispered. Slightly louder, she gathered her wits enough to continue, " You gave me a screaming, squirting orgasm, and now I get to taste myself, and lick your beautiful cock? I don't deserve you, sir!" Sam grinned, and stroked her ears. The simple, platonic potion felt like a tongue across her labia—it gave her a sexual thrill more visceral than most of her earlier lovers couldn't get in hours of fucking. He didn't say anything—his warm grin was approval enough. Just staring into his eyes, Brittany thought she might cum—but she knew he would be disappointed if she did. She turned to the matter at hand, and stuck out her tongue. The first droplets of her own wetness streamed down her throat, and she felt an erotic thrill. She couldn't wait to see what pleasure would come next.