4 comments/ 8774 views/ 2 favorites Switches By: tehcouch He'd been standing for such a long time now. The burn was starting to spread across his shoulders from having his arms stretched out. His toes a bit numb from pulling against the rope at his ankles. He was really starting to think he couldn't handle anymore. She was coming over now, ready to subject him to another round of delightful torture. He didn't know that though. He could barely gather anything over the sound of his own heavy breathing; couldn't see beyond the faintly lit edges of the blindfold. She took her damn time too, and he was getting progressively more frustrated. It started simply enough. She'd had his cock caged for a few days now, no orgasms. In fact, she hadn't been paying him much attention at all. Tonight though, she pulled out her keys, and promised him some play time down in their little dungeon. He was so excited to have his dick free for a few hours, he didn't even try to imagine what she had in mind. He hoped to be allowed to pleasure her. When she put his collar on him, he had still known the meaning of patience. Being so good, and letting her pose his body. Accepting first the blindfold, then the gag. He tried so hard to behave. He couldn't help struggling a bit against the rope that came next; testing the restraints. She avoided touching his cock, but her gentle caresses elsewhere had him hard and pulsing before she stepped away suddenly. Leaving him temporarily alone with his bondage; giving it time to go to his head. It had been a vicious cycle since then. She watched him writhing, all geared up. Every time she came back she introduced some new sensation; bringing him repeatedly to the edge. First the clothespins, arranged sporadically across his chest and arms. Purposefully uneven to add more confusion to the dilemma. Then she teased him with a scrap of silky fabric. Running it between his thighs for a bit, using it to cup and squeeze his sack. She used it to pull roughly against some of the clothes pins. This was when he started drooling, poor dear, he still hadn't managed to get that under control. She even ran it delicately over the head of his shaft, quickly ruining the prop, soaking it in pre-cum. Next was the small plug currently up his ass. She had taken that very slowly. First stretching him open, teasing with her fingers, and pushing gently against his prostate. This caused quite a bit of moaning and bucking from him. He was trying to say something from behind the gag, but she didn't see any hand signals. She just ignored his protests, and replaced her fingers with the plug. Fucking him with it for a minute or two, before she let it settle in place. Walking around to his front she realized what the problem was. He had gotten very close. Too close for her liking probably. His cock was jumping a bit with his pulse, and streams of clear fluid were running down the shaft. It added a bit of shine to his balls, which were now pulled up tight against his body. Time for another break. He never really calmed back down. Even when she gave him some space, he didn't try to relax, just kept up the now constant struggle against his bindings. Humping the air, and flinging a bit of spit when trying to shake off the blindfold. He sounded like an animal breathing so heavily through his nose like that. He groaned in relief when she finally touched the tips of her fingers to his cock. First running just lightly up and down the shaft. That seemed to calm him more than anything at this point. She could tell how good he was feeling, how much putting it off had made the pleasure more intense. He felt her pinch the head of his dick between her finger and thumb; reminding him who was in charge. His breathing slowed a bit. She could see his focus change. He started moving his hips deliberately; trying to get the most sensation possible. She watched him sputter, as best he could, when she firmly gripped the base of his cock. He froze when she used her other hand to reach behind his balls and rub the base of the plug. She applied just enough pressure to let it sink a bit further into his ass; then wiggled it around inside him. His balls had tightened up again, and she could see the flush on his skin. He cried out around the gag when she stepped back. "Fucking bitch," ran through his head, over and over again. This was worse than her usual torments. He was starting to believe she really wanted to drive him mad. He would show her mad. He was sinking fast to the lowest depths of depravity. He began a more thorough struggle with his wrists, not caring what she had planned next. She thought she could get in a little more pleasure before he broke. She'd put him back in his place with a little flogging after. She was still deciding whether or not to actually let him come. Maybe just a little ruined orgasm, or she could milk his cock with just her fingers in his ass. Right now, she planned to keep him on the edge a little longer. This time she'd use her mouth along with her hand. His hands were looking a bit rough, maybe the rope had pulled too tight. He just ignored her when she asked about them. So she went along with her plan, and made the mistake of getting on her knees in front of him. He felt her hot breath against his crotch. He'd gone a little soft trying to get his hands free. That slight shift in temperature, and knowing where she was had his full erection back within two heartbeats. She started removing the clothes pins while she had him distracted with just the tip of her tongue. After going up and down the shaft a couple of times, she lapped so lightly on the underside of his balls, he couldn't even be sure it was happening. He moaned and shook as each pin was released. The pain should have made the pleasure easier to handle, but it just steeled his reserve. He was determined to come, whether she wanted him to or not. He almost had his right hand free. He could handle the hot wet mouth just a little longer. He had to hold off, and make her work him for it. Keep her distracted just a minute more. Sucking his cock never failed to make her wet. She was aroused before, her nipples hard, pointing straight out from her modest chest. Flushed with the power to make this man suffer. She loved tormenting him, but having him in her mouth got her absolutely hot. It was ridiculous how much she missed her toy when it was locked up for a few days, even if she didn't express it well. She could feel the puddle forming in her skimpy knickers. He was very careful not to shift his weight when he almost broke his thumb, pulling it free. Passing off the movement with an enthusiastic thrust. It would take just a moment to have the other hand loose. It was getting very difficult to skirt the edge of orgasm now. She almost had him, and he was so close to taking her. She tried to squeal around the cock in her throat. His hand had just grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head. The sound turned into a choking cough as she was pulled off of his erection. She caught a glance of him tearing off the blindfold before he turned her around, and crushed her to the ground under him. He realized he hadn't quite thought this through all the way. He still had the gag on, the plug up his ass, and didn't know how long it had been since she had started this ordeal. His feet were still tied, and she was starting to struggle. Once he got her arms behind her back it was easier. He figured he might be able to reach behind him and undo the rest of the rope before she wiggled out. Taking a moment to clean up, and stretch his jaw after taking the gag off, he looked at the sweet little rump below him. She tried bargaining with him. He could give himself up now, before things got too far out of hand. She would consider a lessened punishment. Enjoying the fullness, he left the plug in place, just giving it a slight adjustment. He laughed when she tried with the promise of the best orgasm of his life. That was already on his agenda. One foot down, and he thrust his still dripping cock against her thighs. Tables had turned. She wasn't going anywhere. He quickly had the last knot undone, and was free. He stood and picked her up with him; one arm around her waist and the other keeping her arms pressed into her back. Despite her physical resistance, she was easily positioned. Bent over the closest table. He took the moment to appreciate his view. She had given up her verbal arguments. He could see the damp spot between her legs. The thought of how wet she was made his cock jump. Having taken his mental snapshot, it was time for business. He grabbed the base of his shaft, and rubbed himself against her there. The friction against her underwear felt almost like sandpaper. He had been so overstimulated, he was done with teasing. She shivered against the cold table, her whole body on edge. She knew she was fucked, or about to be. Her feet didn't reach the floor, and one of his hands was enough to keep her down. No point in trying to negotiate anymore. Maybe he would let one arm go so she could reach down to her clit. She couldn't contain the groan when she felt his hard length pressed against her. Earlier she had been so focused on his orgasm, or the lack there of; she hadn't even considered her own. Now she wanted nothing more than to strangle his cock with her release. He held the drenched little strip of fabric to the side, and gathered her wetness to lubricate himself. Wasting no time, he lined himself up and buried his dick to the hilt in one quick thrust. His struggle now was to find a good rhythm. He intended to last long enough to screw her over the way she would have done him. His left hand continued pressing her into the table, pinning her arms to her back. His right moved to rip the crotch of her panties out and then firmly grasp her hip. She almost screamed when he filled her with no warning. It always hurt a bit at first, when he was so hard inside her. Then he was telling her what a good cunt she was, and how she was getting exactly what she deserved. She started to believe him, thinking maybe she did deserve a good fucking. He alternated between holding her perfectly still, and using his grip to push her back and forth on his member. The position brought her arousal to a new level. She couldn't resist what she had unleashed in him. It helped that he was rubbing her g-spot with every thrust. Particularly after all the fun she'd had earlier, it felt too damn good. She was starting to get close, bucking back at him. He knew all she needed was a little more stimulation, she was so tight. If he took the opportunity to reach around and touch her clit, pinch her breasts, or put a thumb up her ass she would come. Instead, he slowed to draw out his own orgasm. Pulling her back from the edge, while pushing himself closer. She was trying to grind her clit against the table when she heard him growl, and felt his body stiffen. He swelled and pulsed deep inside her. His weight above her became crushing as he rested himself for the aftershocks. She could feel the strength of his orgasm still coursing on, pumping her full of his cum. She remained in denial. He would have to get her off, he couldn't possibly leave her like this. After all that teasing his erection remained solid even after attaining his goal. He didn't pull out yet, but removed the plug, which had outlived it's comfort. He considered fucking her again. Lubrication wouldn't be a problem even if he decided to take her ass. He could see the evidence of his orgasm leaking out around the base of his cock. Truly, part of him wanted to get her off. To feel her writhe and jerk under him. Make her come until she screamed. She didn't deserve it though. He was determined to make her suffer this time. He always gave in, and that's why she didn't fear pushing him too far. She needed to learn a lesson. She started begging, and wriggling around on the table when he finally pulled out. She didn't realize how much trouble she was in until she saw him snatch up her keys. He gave her ass one hard slap when she started to get up, telling her to stay. She was on the verge of tears now, beyond frustration. He was gone just long enough to grab the three leather cuffs he would need. He lifted her off the table into a standing position and secured her wrists to her neck; ensuring she wouldn't be able to get herself off. She started trembling, quietly crying, and hoping her tears would buy her some sympathy. He didn't even give her a second glance after he sat her down on the small cot. He locked the door behind him on his way up the stairs. He would check on her in a couple of hours, and hoped she would just cry herself to sleep soon. With a few pent up loads, he planned on jerking off for a while. Then maybe he wouldn't be so tempted to give in to her wantonness. He had to gain control of himself first, if she was to learn anything. She feigned sleep when she heard his approach later that night. Not wanting him to worry, even though he was the reason she was such a mess. She was glad her back was to him, so he couldn't see all the snot and tears she'd been trying wipe off her face. He could see what was running slowly down her thigh though, and had to turn away to resist touching her, giving her comfort, cleaning her up. She would be fine overnight, and he would be back early in the morning to take care of all that mess. It took her a while to get to sleep; trying to convince herself she didn't need to start begging immediately when she saw him again. She liked to think she was tougher than that. He fell asleep quickly, drained and exhausted; dreaming up new ways to make her suffer. Switches Paradise The first message from Roman and subsequent investigation of his online profiles made me quite sure that I wanted to do very dirty things with this man. We quickly settled a meeting time. I couldn't help but laugh when he showed up at my door. He had three good sized bags of what I presumed to be toys in tow. We sat down and talked since we'd kind of skipped over the getting to know you part earlier. He showed me his toys, many of them crafted by him personally and I knew we were in for a hell of a day. He pulled out a particularly vicious looking impact toy which he called a dragon's tail. He was a tapered strip of leather attached to a wooden handle. I was curious to its effects so he had me expose one of my breasts. I heard the crack of the whip and a sharp pain on my breast. He told me it hadn't been a good shot, so he took another. This one connected more thoroughly, but split my skin open. I quickly decided there would be no more of this toy as blood started seeping to the surface. He was very sweet and apologetic, assuring me it had been a complete accident. He even went so far as to play nurse and put some ointment on. Surprisingly, it never really hurt and I told him I wanted to keep playing. He had a delightful collection of floggers and paddles. Being that my first flogging had only been a few days previous, I wanted to start out slowly. He had an absolutely gorgeous, handmade, Japanese silk rope flogger that he selected first. It was much longer than mine, and had been knotted in the middle. The first blow fell and I was surprised. It was heavier and more intense than mine. But it was by now means too much and I spread my legs for him. Each strike moistened my cunt a little more. And then he'd catch my lips with the ends of the ropes. He was very good at flicking it, it was like getting snapped with a towel in the locker room, but on my cunt. Then he stopped abruptly. The handle had come off the flogger, rendering it useless. Not to worry however, he had plenty more. He chose, what was, in his opinion, the next softest. It was a redneck fabulous implement. He'd taken 18 inch strips of denim and bound them together. I readied myself and screamed at the first hit. It was most definitely not soft. Over and over he flogged. I've noticed I have certain spots that are more sensitive than others and he seemed to be able to sniff them out. I'd kind of fallen from the couch to the floor, but still had my ass exposed. I would push it up or pull in, trying to expose areas that weren't as raw. By now, every hit had me screaming, especially when he hit the backs of my thighs. He paused momentarily, only to select his wooden paddle. It was a pretty standard paddle, about 14 inches long, and smooth. My ass was sore and inflamed, but was so far lacking the stinging and burning that is derived from a paddling. His hits were quick and hard. He struck my cheeks, my legs, even forced my legs further apart to swat at my pussy lips. I'm discovering there is quite a range between how much pain is pleasurable for me and how much pain I can handle. This was well beyond the pleasurable stage and was boring on unbearable. When it boils down to it, I'm not much of a masochist. Finally I did give in, I collapsed and said I'd had enough. My ass was stinging, even sitting back on the carpet was painful. Roman is a huge proponent for male chastity and even practices self imposed chastity. He had wanted to come over caged up but I declined. After his show of dominance, however, he decided he wanted to switch and asked to put his cock cage on. Now Roman is submissive like I'm submissive. He still controls what is done, and its all about his pleasure, whatever it takes to get him there. So I agreed. He strutted back out of the bedroom, cock locked up and handed me the key. He went back in the bedroom and I hid the key in the freezer. Then we brainstormed on what we wanted to do. I tried not to let him know that I was hesitant to use a strap on right away, as I'd only actually used one once. So we decided that we would start with some fingering and prostate play. Roman's main kink is being restrained and he has a myriad of homemade bonds. Once I'd figured them out, I had him bound facedown on the bed, pretty thoroughly immobile. But now I had an issue, I wanted to stick my fingers up his ass, but I didn't want my long nails to cut him, so I decided to run to the store. I left him, still tied up, waiting for me. The store was a quick trip and I was back in about 15 minutes. He was a delightful site to come home to. I knew there was nothing that he wanted more than for me to put that glove on and push a finger inside him. So I did, a glove, some lube, and a firm insertion. He moaned as I did. He asshole wasn't as vicelike as some of the other men I've encountered which was a pleasant surprise for me. I immediately found his prostate and started rubbing it. He began moaning and bucking his hips like a bronco. I could feel room for more, so I inserted another finger. He'd told me that he'd never cum this way and I was determined to make him. I have never had a partner, male or female so animated as Roman. I've promised next time that he will be saran wrapped for the sheer reason of keeping him still. He could not keep still, he was grinding my fingers, then trying to escape from them. I tried sitting on his legs to pin him down, but he was stronger than he looked and it wasn't much use. I knew I had him on the edge and I wanted that release. Finally after struggling to probe him, he told me that he could never cum with the cage on. He was edging, but would not release. I was extremely disappointed, as I've been able to illicit a prostate orgasm from a caged man in the past. So we untied and removed and took a little breather and several smoke breaks. I knew he wanted the strap on, so I put it on while he was rinsing the sweat off of him. His harness was absolutely beautiful. I was handmade black leather, with little pink ribbons. I selected the smallest of his dildos, which was still a good seven inches or so and strapped it on. I took the time to snap a picture, which has already been posted. He came out, not knowing what I had on, as I still had my dress on. We went over to the bed and he lay on his back this time. I wasn't done with my fingers, I still wanted him to cum. He agreed to forgo the restraints. I love tying and being tied, but to me, the purest form of submission is when the submissive partner maintains a position even though they do not want to. I spread his legs and moved closer to him. I'm fairly sure he felt the hard rubber cock through my dress as I moved up. I lubed my fingers again and plunged in. After about 30 seconds, I was wishing I had the restraints, it was like being at a damn rodeo. I moved closer to try and gain some control, but to no avail. He knew the strap on was there, and I knew he wanted it. So I pulled off my dress and sat there naked, save for a nice sized cock. I coated it with lube and pushed the head against his puckered asshole. Roman really does have a beautiful ass for a man. In it went with a satisfying pop. I held it there for him to accomodate before I started slowly thrusting. My inexperience and lack of flexibility quickly made the position difficult for me and I had him get on all fours instead. I pushed in again, no hesitation this time. I wanted his loosening asshole to swallow this cock. And it did splendidly. I'd almost met my match as an anal slut. I started thrusting harder, long, deep strokes. He was moaning, but staying relatively still. I went harder, grabbing his ass like so many men have grabbed mine. I slammed into him time and time again. God I felt so powerful. As he was wont to do, Roman had a suggestion, he wanted to ride me. I was slightly unnerved by the idea but agreed. I lay on my back, erect phallus sticking up as he lowered himself on to it. He began riding, sliding up and down on my cock. I grabbed his small dick and began stroking it. I was bound and determined to make this man cum. As I stroked harder, he rode harder. We were both covered in lube, and a few of my own fluids. He looked at me as he came. My hand working his dick, my cock in his ass. I made the mistake of not aiming very well and ended up with his cum all over my body and face. I couldn't help but laugh at the irony. I don't even let doms give me facials and now I'd ended up with the submissive partners cum all over me. Another shower, another smoke break and we'd regrouped. I lay on the bed and toyed with myself as he smoked. He had a g-spot attachment for my magic wand that he insisted I try. I came in 30 seconds, squirting everywhere. Up to this point, I hadn't had much luck in self inflicted squirting so I was quite delighted. He had me do it at least 2 more times before I took a break. I had other things I wanted to pursue. He had a 10 inch dildo that I was determined to take. He knew his little dick wasn't going to do anything for me, so he donned the strap on. I lay back and he pushed it in my soaking cunt. It bottomed me out immediately with a couple inches to spare. I was a little too big for my cunt, I have to agree. He couldn't fuck with the force he wanted as it kept hitting my cervix, which is extremely painful for me. My moans of pleasure were intermingled with the occasional scream of pure pain. So he swapped it out for a smaller one, only 8 inches. I did a little better, but not much. I've been fucking too many poorly endowed men lately and my vaginal depth has suffered, I suppose I need to exercise more. I came once, painfully and decided that was enough. I really wanted that big one in my ass anyway. Roman cleaned off the dildo and I bent over this time, he lubed it well and pushed it against my puckered asshole. I hadn't had much in it all day, a finger here and there but that was it. The head popped in and he pushed deeply. It felt fantastic, there was no bottom here, but there was definitely a point of depth where it became extremely uncomfortable. In and out his fake cock went, I suppose its hard to be truly dominant when one is wearing a cock instead of using their own but he made a go of it. He was fucking me hard and slapping my ass even harder. My fingers found my clit and worked feverishly. I felt the tension building and I begged for harder. It was granted and I exploded. There was very nearly a puddle on the bed. I could feel how stretched open my ass was and I wish we'd taken the time to capture that. I begged for the bigger dildo, so he put it on and lubed it up. I'm pretty sure we went through half of a large bottle of lube that day. The head penetrated my stretched ass easily and he started sliding deep. At about 7 inches of it, it started becoming uncomfortable, but I was determined so I told him to keep going. He thrust in and out, trying to loosen me, working it in, inch by inch. The deepest we got was about 8 inches of it, maybe a little bit more. So I stopped focusing on the depth and just enjoyed the width of this massive cock. It was far bigger than any mans would be, particularly Roman's. Every time he pulled out, I could feel my ass just gaped open to the world. It was amazing. I honestly don't remember if I came or not, I probably did. But we ended our marathon session with my asshole thoroughly stretched.