0 comments/ 18405 views/ 0 favorites Topping From The Bottom By: Sickboy Preface: This is based on an encounter that actually happened to me a couple of years ago. All of the major events and actions happened, and very little has been added to embellish what happened. The details have been changed greatly to maintain the privacy of those concerned. I have spoken to the other person in this story, and have been given consent to publish this in any way I see fit provided there was no way to trace it back to her. This event was a major realization point in my life; it was when I realized the power that people have just by being, with both their bodies and minds. This whole encounter is a paradox for me; at times it is my greatest fantasy, and at other times it is the realization of all the fears I have of losing myself to the darkness that exists in us all. These things are either dreams or nightmares, and sometimes they can be both. Finally, I would like to remind everyone out there that drugs/alcohol and edge play do not mix. Any loss of senses, clarity, and intuition when in a position of trust can only lead to bad results, and perhaps serious injury, both mental and physical. As always, comments are quite welcome. Include your e-mail and I will respond. * * * * * Part One Every year, at Christmas, I am obligated to go to my family's house out in the woods about a half an hour from Albany. Just as every year, I was sitting back enjoying a drink after a huge turkey dinner, small talking with my all the people in my family I rarely get to see anymore. The phone had been ringing off and on all day, mostly people with merry Christmas wishes for my grandfather, or other well-wishers. I was quite surprised that when around 7PM the phone rang for me. What was more surprising is who had called; an old friend of mine I hadn't spoken to since high school. Kim had always been a strange girl, but in a good way. I had met her through my friend Dan at high school; his grandmother owned a riding school. Kim was not much of a rider, but loved horses and hung around the stables, eventually becoming a part time groomer for a while. Kim and I had a very explosive chemistry back then. We met at a party at Dan's house by accident, and were naked in probably less than an hour. I had a reputation back then, among Dan's friends anyways, of being a pretty good fuck. A few things get overheard at parties and a few girls talk amongst each other, and suddenly you've got a reputation. Kim, armed with this information, and having been told that I looked a lot like someone famous that she was warm for, hunted me down, and like I said, less than an hour later, we were into it. Kim and I never dated. It just wouldn't have worked. We had no similar interests or anything else in common. Where we did match perfectly was in sex. Kim and I were both first class freaks, and for some reason when we got together, just fed off each other. Kim was very submissive, but always knew what she wanted. At the time I had only experimented a little with the whole BDSM thing. Face it, when you're 17 or 18, you just take whatever you can get. I hadn't figured out where I liked to be yet, but Kim helped me figure that out in a hurry. For a bout a year we fooled around, always taking things a little bit further, but never getting too deep into the whole sub/Dom thing. After that, we drifted apart. I went to college down south, and she stayed more or less in Buffalo. Needless to say when she called me at my grandparent's house five years later out of the blue, it was quite a shock. As it turned out, she had run into my mother at a mall on Christmas eve and my mother had mentioned that I was up at my family's place near Albany. Kim was going to a small college in Albany, and sharing a house with four or five other girls just off campus. She had a part time job at a bookstore, and had to go back from Christmas break early to make her shifts. She looked up my grandfather's name in the online guide (it's a very small town, and not many people have my last name.) We decided to get together for coffee or something, but it turned out that timing was going to be a problem. I had tickets for the train back to NYC on the 28th, and thought that maybe I could get dropped off a few hours early and we could meet in the morning. That was no good since she had to work that day. After trying out a bunch of plans that wouldn't work, we decided that I would get dropped off after her shift on the 27th, and we would have dinner, hang out, and I would crash in one of the empty rooms at her place and still make my train the next day. I wasn't sure what to expect when we got together; five years is a long time and we were both kids when we'd last seen each other. I figured it would be just a couple of old friends getting together, talking about old times, and laughing at how stupid we were back then. When I got to the restaurant, she wasn't hard to find; she hadn't changed a bit since high school. Kim is a bit of an enigma looks-wise. She's not particularly good looking, but not for the usual reasons. She has all the parts; a nice face, a slim sort of body, just a bit big in the bottom. The reason Kim gets very few second looks is because of how she presents herself. Baggy clothes that hide her figure completely, messy hair, and never a hint of make-up. Where Kim mades up for all this, is in her head. She has a brain and a sharp wit, and isn't afraid to show it. While these things probably weeded out 99% of the men she met, for those of us left, she was an irresistible package. By the time you actually got to see just how beautiful she was behind her mask of hair and under those unflattering clothes, she already had your mind twisted around her. I can't prove this, but I am certain she does this on purpose. We sat and had a nice dinner, and stayed for quite a while after having drinks and talking on and on about old times. Kim and I rarely ever talked before, having really nothing in common, but now at least we had the memories and that was at least enough to spend an evening on. It was fun going back to those times, finding out the behind the scenes dirt on the people we knew back then and hadn't seen since. By the time we left the restaurant, it was getting late and we were both pretty drunk. We caught a cab and went back to her place. Not having the benefit of sobriety on our side we decided to open a bottle of wine and talk a little longer. Kim had a video tape of a concert my old band had done that I had never seen, and we watched it while chatting away about all the familiar faces and just how stupid we all looked. When it was finished, Kim asked if I wanted to smoke a joint, and I said sure. I hadn't smoked in a long time, probably only once or twice since I left college. She twisted one up and we smoked it, playing an old game from high school where you try as hard as you can to make the other person laugh while they're inhaling the smoke. As usual, I was a rock, and Kim managed to get through to her last toke before the cracked, chuckling at some comment I made, and then coughing and laughing for about a minute straight curled up on the floor. When she finally got herself composed, she brought her head up and pulled her hair away from her face. Her eyes were the size of saucers and almost spinning. "You're stoned." I said. "Yup." She replied and we both had a laugh. "Let's watch a movie." she said, rolling over toward the TV stand and putting a tape in the VCR. "I'm not sure what's on this tape." She said as she grabbed the remote and joined me on the couch. She fast forwarded through the FBI warning, and the movie turned out to be Trainspotting. "Awesome!" She said. "I was wondering what tape this was on. You don't mind do you?" "Not at all." I replied. We sat quietly and watched the movie for a while. After Renton was finished with his little speech and ended up on the hood of a car, Kim turned to me. "He is really attractive, I think, more in this movie than in Star Wars." She said. "Sure, I guess." I said. "He looked a little chubby in Star Wars I thought." "Exactly. I like his hair here better too." She rubbed her hand across my closely-shaven head. The last time she had seen me I had waist-length rock-star hair. "Kind of like yours." "Yeah, I guess." I answered. I never was good with questions about my hair. I grew it long so I wouldn't have to cut it, and then shaved it off so I wouldn't have to mess with it. "Do you ever miss it?" She asked. "Not really. It was a pain to wash." "That's too bad." She said. "I really liked it." She paused. "But I think this works too. It's a lot more modern." "Thanks." I said. Kim smiled, and shifted herself on the couch, moving to lay down with her head in my lap. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked just before she actually go there. "Go right ahead." I said, lifting my arm so she could lay down, then putting my hand on her shoulder. We sat like that quietly for a while, just watching the movie. After a while I felt her fingers touch mine, but paid little attention to it, as we continued to just watch silently. Soon, her hand was covering mine and stroking it gently. I felt her stretch a little next to me, and slowly she started to pull my hand down, off her shoulder, and towards her breast. She covered her breast with my hand and cooed softly as I started to gently stroke it. Her hand left mine for a moment, and I felt her undo two buttons of her shirt, then her hand returned to mine. Again she pulled my hand lower, this time though the opening of her shirt, and onto her bare breast beneath. I cupped my hand over her breast, remembering that they were much larger than they looked to be when hidden under a baggy shirt or sweater. I gently caressed her, my head swimming in weed and alcohol. Her breast was so warm, so soft, and seemed to heavy. I slowly ran the palm of my hand over her nipple before taking it between my thumb and finger and rolling it gently between them. As I did this, her hand joined mine, hers over her shirt, and traced a circle on my fingers around her nipple. She then took my fingers, her nipple still between them, and squeezed them together so hard it hurt me. Her nipple was crushed between my fingers. Kim let out a sound that was half scream, half moan, and then twisted around onto her back and tensed her whole body up. She looked up at me from my lap with a strange look on her face. "That really hurt!" She said, almost accusingly. "You're the one that did it!" I almost yelled, defending myself. I was rushing to try and figure out what had happened, but clear thoughts were running upstream against the chemicals. Slowly, a smile spread across Kim's face as she stared up into my eyes. "I know." She whispered. Her arms came up around my neck and pulled me forcefully down to her, and kissed me long and hard. I was still trying to figure out what exactly was going on when her lips left mine and awkwardly traced a line up my neck until she reached my ear. A shiver ran down my back when I felt her breath, white hot in my ear. "I liked it." She whispered. "A lot." Her hand was on mine again, pulling to her chest again. "Do it again." Kim pushed my hand into her shirt, her skin even warmer than before, and I found her nipple again, hard and waiting for me. I took it between my fingers like before and pinched it, as hard as she had done before. Kim's body went tense, and her back arched up, pushing her breast into my hand. She slowly exhaled against my neck, and I felt a growl come from somewhere deep inside her. I felt the rest of her shirt buttons being undone then her hand joined mine under her shirt, rubbing her breast and my hand. "Again." She breathed into my ear. "Harder." I squeezed her nipple again, and she growled, then tilted her head back and inhaled sharply. "More." She said quietly, and I continued to squeeze. Her body was tensed up, pushing up against my hand at her breast. "More." She said a little louder than before. I continued to pinch her. "More. More!" She was almost shaking beneath me, her breathing getting louder. I was crushing her nipple so hard the pads of my fingers felt almost numb against it. Suddenly something seemed to snap in her, and her hand grabbed frantically at mine. "Harder! Do it hard!" She screamed, her eyes shut tight and her arm around my neck pulling hard against me. I didn't know what she wanted, this was as hard as I could pinch her and she still wanted more. Her eyes opened and looked directly into mine. She grabbed my hand tight and squeezed. "Hard. Just fucking hurt me!" She had a crazed look in her eyes, clear and intense. I adjusted my hand and took her nipple again and crushed it as hard as I could. As I did, I twisted it viciously, until I could almost feel the skin tear beneath my fingers. Kim stretched out, stiff as a board, her one arm straight out at her side, her other still clinging desperately around my neck. Her eyes closed again, and her head fell back. Her mouth opened, silently at first, then she let out a scream that echoed through the empty house. I did not let her go, and kept on twisting her brutally, until her body started to shake almost violently under me. After a few more moments of this, I let her go and grabbed her head. Her eyes snapped open and looked into mine, and I pulled her to me and kissed her again, like she had done to me before. I broke our kiss and Kim raced to catch her breath. I twisted my legs out from under her and pulled her up until she was sitting in front of me, her back against my chest. She sat up stiffly, looking straight forward. Running my chin across her shoulder, I brought my lips to her ear. "Like this?" I asked as I reached around her and took her untouched nipple like I had the other. My fingers crushed it, and then twisted it as hard as I could. She pushed her head back against my shoulder, her face next to mine, and screamed again, as loud as before. She tensed up again, her hands on my legs, digging her fingers into my thighs. "Like this?" I asked her again, pulling her nipple a little as I twisted it. Her scream shifted to a word. "Yeeeeessssss!" She started to shake all over again, like she had before. I reached around and twisted her other nipple along with the one I was still mauling. Her screaming grew even louder, then quieted. I did not let up. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." She kept saying over and over again as she shook beneath me. Finally, she started screaming again, climbing in pitch until finally she unlocked her hands from my legs, and pulled my hands away from her chest. She scrambled on shaky legs to the other end of the couch and sat facing me, her head down, face hidden behind her hair, rubbing her abused breasts. "Oh my god." She said quietly after several moments of silence. She looked up at me and her hair fell from her face. "Thank you." She said. "Thank you." Kim's nipples were an angry red, and her chest was flushed, as was her face. "But you should never, ever," She said with a sly grin, "let me get away so easy." Topping from the Bottom "I do own you, you know," he says to me, running his hand along my side and stomach, squeezing my flesh here, plucking a nipple there. I dare not cringe away, even though it tickles, because he will only keep doing it if he knows that I don't want that. He has misunderstood me and his role completely, but I give him points for trying, and do not comment upon his technique. "When I tell you not to do something, I don't expect to find that you've done it anyway," I hear him say. "I can't see why you can't learn that, Mercedes! You know that I don't like having to discipline you, but you leave me no choice! Why do you keep doing these things? First it was that I found you in my filing cabinet after that test, and now this! Can you say anything in your defence?" I stand there, smiling to myself. I know that he doesn't expect me to say anything. This is only his way of trying to psych himself up to do what he must. I know that he hates the role into which I have forced him, but he gives me what I tell him that I need, since he wants to keep me contented by his side; and we both know that I am likely to stray if he does not tie my hands to this hook in the ceiling of our bedroom, and flay the buttocks and breasts that he loves so much. I struggle prettily. I know that it is expected, and it may galvanise him into action. It does. He moves in front of me and slaps my right breast, getting a genuine sting; and then, too quickly, he reaches around to smack my rump, much less effectively. He hits me, as hard as he dares. It is not nearly hard enough, but his rubbing the sting away is pleasant, and I am grateful that he has started something. I want to ask for more, but I refrain lest I hurt his feelings. He hits me again, and I reflect that though I feel it, it is probably only because he has hit me in exactly the same spot as the last time. I get no pleasure from that, but it has taken me so long to get him to this point that I say nothing. He strikes me a third time, and all I can think about is his lack of rhythm, and what I have planned for tomorrow. I know that he is trying; so am I. I want him to slap my breasts again, but I do not ask because it causes him too much angst when I do. I bite my lip and hold on, keeping my disappointment at bay yet again. He has improved his knot-tying technique, I realise. He almost seems like a real Dom in some things, and I am reluctantly impressed. I smile at him fondly. I know that he likes to be reassured that he is doing a good job. I give him that reassurance because, what are my options? He is trying to please me and I feel that I deserve this consideration. He keeps slapping my rump until I can take it no more. It is not the pain, for I have not yet reached my threshold. It is because I can no longer bite back my annoyance at his lack of technique. I try to remember how grateful I am to him for trying. I try to remember that I loved him once. I think about the times when I feel genuine affection still. Those moments are fleeting, since I have given up on him being an effective Dom; the man whom I need him to be. "What is wrong, baby?" I hear him ask. "Nothing," I sigh. "I just want you inside me right now, my love," I whisper. This is not true, but what else is there to be said in a place like Jamaica? "Fuck me!" I command. He smiles, delighted. This is what he wants. He reaches in front of me and tickles my clit, hoping that I have juiced up enough to take him immediately. I have not, but I dismiss this, and tell him that it must be my fault. I goad him, almost immediately, into another role play. I mean to distract us both from the realisation that this fantasy is not working for us. It is not every one of my dreams that I want to see made into reality, but this really is one of them, and I have not been able to live this dream for myself. I feel his hands on the flesh above my fishnet tights. He fumbles happily and asks me, nicely to bend over a little, so that he can get into me more easily. I hate him for that, but I do it anyway. I allow him to piston into, and out of, my body, until one of us is happy. I say all the right things, another faked orgasm; another satisfied customer. He cuts me down, and carries me to his bed, smiling triumphantly. Yet again, I add to my mind's tally of what he owes me. I say nothing as I cuddle him in his post-coital doze and contemplate the darkness of our room, wondering if I will ever collect. It is a bitter pill to swallow; this realisation that it really is my fault. We are two actors on the stage of life. I can't bring myself to acknowledge that we are in two different plays. I kill this thought before it becomes crystallised in my mind. I deflect the truth with another epiphany: I never, ever get what I want; and yet I remain. I ask myself, who is topping whom? Have I become the embodiment of my dreams? Topping from the Bottom with a Twist (editors: thanks for the great job you guys do!) * * * * * I'd always hated that phrase, "topping from the bottom". It made me think of greedy so-called submissives who say "I only want what pleases my dominant," and then proceed to mindfuck their master or mistress in order to get what THEY want. It's bad enough when vanilla people manipulate their partners just to satisfy their own needs, but in a defined dominant/submissive relationship it's downright wrong. I'd always had fantasies about being tied up, blindfolded, gagged, whipped, teased mercilessly... to have my body used as a fucktoy or plaything for someone else's amusement. I'd had a few partners who'd done those things to me, and I'd loved it, but I also knew it was just a quick thrill for me. I'd found out over time that I had to be the one in charge in a serious relationship if it was going to last, and I loved having a devoted sex slave at my beck and call so much that eventually I put my desires to bottom aside and concentrated on holding the whip instead of being under it. My live-in slave/sub/boyfriend had been with me for nearly ten years but things between us had gotten a bit stale. Don't get me wrong: he was a good slave and did anything I asked, and he was sincere when he said he still worshipped me even after so many years. But our playtimes had become routine: usually I'd just make him use toys on me until I came repeatedly. Sometimes I'd tie him up and flog him, but mostly I just made him service me with his hands and his mouth. I knew he loved giving me pleasure, but I also knew he wanted more, so once in awhile I'd put him in tight bondage and flog him or punish his cock and balls. Even though I loved the feeling of power it gave me, I often felt like I was doing it only because he wanted it, that he was controlling what we did at those times: topping from the bottom. If I said so, he'd feel terrible since that was the last thing he wanted, and he'd beg me not to do anything just because he'd like it; that he only wanted to do things that were what I truly wanted. To be honest, usually I just didn't want to put a lot of effort into planning and carrying out a BDSM scene that just wasn't doing all that much for me. And those times that I was in a wicked mood and really did want to abuse his body became such an emotional minefield for us both that it became easier to just skip it altogether. But there was another reason I'd eased up on being a very strict domme to my slave: my old fantasies of submission had resurfaced, stronger than ever. I wanted to tell him about it, but I didn't know what it would do to our relationship, and I admit I was embarassed too. Neither of us wanted to "switch" - I still wanted to be his domme and him to be my slave - but I couldn't see any way that our roles would remain intact and effective if he knew about my secret desires. So I'd started playing with myself when I was alone. I'd tie myself up and use various toys on myself, imagining someone else was doing it to me. Of course my slave benefitted from all this activity, too. When he came home I'd be so horny I'd make him pleasure me for hours or I'd make him watch while I made myself cum. But in my mind it was faceless voices giving me orders and cruel hands making me suffer that were driving me wild. One day I'd gone all out. Watching myself in the mirror, I stripped down to my panties and bra, then I watched myself as my imaginary dom told me to "slut myself up" for him. I said aloud, "Yes sir," and I pulled my panties down to my thighs and grabbed my bra roughly, pulling it up above my large breasts. Then I bound my tits into tight swollen globes, and pulled and twisted my nipples before attaching extra-strong clamps onto them. They hurt like hell but they made my already-throbbing pussy start to dribble down the inside of my legs. Still following "orders" I plunged my secretly-purchased buttplug into my dripping cunt and worked it around inside me, then I watched myself lick and suck my pussy juices from it, savoring my own taste and looking for approval from my imaginary dom. He told me to hurry up and shove it into my asshole or he'd ram his huge cock in there without any preparation or lube. "Y-y-yes sir," I said, my breathing faster as I felt the wet tip of the plug probe my asshole and then slide deep inside me. I shivered from the delicious and definitely un-dommely feeling of fullness and decadence it gave me. Then I was "told" to shut the fuck up and I pushed a double-knotted scarf into my mouth and tied it tightly behing my head. Then I cuffed my ankles to the bed, my legs spread far apart, using my own slave's restraints but all the time answering obediently to the imaginary dom that was "ordering" me to do it. Next I shoved my thickest vibrator into my pussy, and I cringed with embarrassment at the wet sounds it made going in. The laughter I heard in my imagination made me feel humiliated, which made the vibe feel even better as it slid all the way in, completely stuffing my throbbing hole. Once again I "obeyed" by turning the vibe on to its highest setting, and I moaned as it began working its magic inside me and vibrating my hot cunt along with my buttplug. Reaching my arms over my head, I slid my wrists into the strap system I'd devised, imagining that I was now fully restrained with no chance of escape, even though I could free my hands easily when I was finished. Now I lay there completely helpless, moaning and whimpering and unable to plead for mercy. Not only was I displayed, clamped, gagged and stuffed in both holes, but I was getting more and more aroused from the vibrator with no release in sight, since I rarely cum without direct stimulation of my clit. My torture only increased as I imagined the flogger coming down hard on the inside of my thighs, my belly, my burning nipples and my dripping, swollen pussy. Then I heard a key in the front door. I panicked. I knew it was my slave since nobody else had a key, and I started tugging on my wrist straps as I heard the door open and then close. The vibe in my cunt kept up its brutal assault which only got more intense as I thrashed around trying to free myself, but I only seemed to be making my bonds tighter. I heard him call out asking if I was home and I froze, panting so hard around my gag that my bound, swollen tits bounced on my chest. Before I had a chance to figure out what to do, I heard him gasp and exclaim, "Oh my god, what are you doing?!?" I'd never felt more ashamed and humiliated in my life, and before my slave could figure out what he was seeing, the most intense orgasm I'd ever had started welling up from deep inside me. I screamed into my gag and my body writhed as my cunt was overcome with wave after wave of shuddering ecstasy that reached its delicious fingers to grip my clit, my asshole and my nipples. It wracked my entire body and literally made my toes curl as I kept cumming and cumming. Of course my slave knew my orgasms well, but he was shocked by the intensity of the one he was now seeing. As it finally started to fade, I was aware that he was now kneeling beside the bed but I barely heard him whisper, "Oh my Mistress, you're so beautiful like this!" when another orgasm hit me. This one was even more powerful than the first because his hand went to work on my clit exactly the way I like, while his other hand removed first one nipple clamp and then the other, making them scream with unbearable pain and ecstasy. Tears were falling from my eyes as my spasms finally subsided and I lay there panting and gasping. My pussy and asshole continued to quiver as he asked if I wanted him to remove the gag. I pleaded with my eyes and nodded, feeling awkward and embarrassed but also oddly comfortable in being powerless. He whispered "Yes, Mistress" and gently lifted my head, untying and removing my gag. Gasping for air, I managed to say "Turn the... fucking... vibe... off..." He quickly reached between my legs and switched off the devilish toy that was still humming away inside me and threatening to bring on another bone-tingling orgasm. We were both unsure what to say or do. I was still trying to catch my breath, but I knew I owed him an explanation. Just as I started to speak, he smoothed my hair from my face and whispered, "It's ok, Mistress. You can tell me about it later. I know that bondage has always turned you on, I just didn't know how to ask you about it or what to say. I didn't want you to think I wanted to dom you - I'd never want that! But I've never been so turned on by you as I am right now, and that's saying a lot... as you know, ma'am." I looked at his crotch and sure enough, his cock was clearly very hard inside his jeans. In spite of the fact that I was supposed to the domme and he the slave, seeing him hard while my arms and legs were still restrained made me even more aroused, and a soft moan escaped my lips. He asked if he should untie my hands. I whispered "No, tie them better." He jumped up with a "Yes, ma'am!" and quickly untangled the mess I'd made in my frenzy and re-tied my wrists securely. "Now what would you like, Mistress?" I told him to take his clothes off and put his collar on, so he would remember who was really in charge. As he undressed I asked why he was home so early, and he said something about a scheduling mistake at work. When his hard cock sprung free he said that he'd rushed home in hopes of serving me. "I just didn't think it would be like this," he added with a smile. "But I'm glad. I can't believe how fucking hot you look like that, ma'am. I almost came just from watching you." "That rule doesn't change just because I'm tied up and you aren't. You know you need to ask permission to cum," I said, wondering if there was any authority left in my voice. "Of course, Mistress!" he said, buckling his slave collar around his neck. "Now, what can I do for my Mistress?" I was drenched in sweat and told him I needed to be cleaned. He immediately went to work with his tongue, licking every inch of my face, hands and arms, clearly enjoying his task and savoring the taste of my skin and sweat. I told him to remove my breast bindings and I sighed with pleasure as they came off and he licked them lovingly and thoroughly, giving extra attention to each of my sore and sensitized nipples. I watched his hard cock grow longer and thicker as he continued tongue-bathing my belly and sides, my body writhing against my bonds. As he eagerly approached my fragrant pussy, I told him to do my legs and feet first. He made his way down my legs and then kneeled beside the bed to dedicate himself to my feet. Foot worship had always been a favorite for both of us, but this time it was with renewed passion. He licked and kissed my ankle straps before licking the soles and arch of each foot, and then he sucked on every toe, one by one. I moaned with combined pleasure and frustration - my cunt was oozing new wetness and I desperately wanted to plunge my hands into it and to finger my clit, but I couldn't. And that turned me on as much or more than actually doing it. Breathlessly I told him to turn me over and finish my tongue bath. He quickly unfastened my ankles and flipped me over roughly, my shoulders straining as my arms now crossed in front of me. He quickly apologized but I said, "No, do it like that... I want it that way. Now refasten my ankles and get on with it." "Yes, Mistress," and he gripped my ankles, quickly pulling them wide apart and fastening each strap tight with a firm yank that made me groan. He licked my feet again and then worked up my calves and thighs. As his tongue reached into my ass and found the plug embedded there, he let out a moan and I felt a drop of precum hit my leg. I'd never been much into anal play with him and I know it surprised him to find my ass plugged, but his tongue just continued its job with even more passion and thoroughness than before. As he made his way up my back and reached my neck, I told him that he'd made a mess on me while he was supposed to be cleaning me. With that I felt another drop hit my ass and I said, "I want to taste your precum, slave. I don't want to wear it." "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry!" and a moment later he brought a finger to my lips, coated with sweet stickiness. I licked and sucked at it hungrily, like a cheap whore, and demanded more. Another second and I had another fingerful. I was grinding my hips and nearly chewed his finger, feeling a new freedom that I couldn't believe. I told him to clean up his spills, which he did, and then I told him to untie my hands. I think he thought I was finished. He let out another moan and fed me more precum when I told him to tie my hands behind my back. I'd never been able to do this to myself, and I moaned "Yesssssss" as he cinched my wrists together, hand-to-elbow behind me. I told him to raise my ass, and he pulled my hips back onto my knees, dragging my breasts and face roughly down the sheets. "Pull out the vibe and feed it to me," I grunted, and as the fat vibrator slipped out of my cunt with a loud slurp I could feel my juices running down both legs. He held it to my face and, halfway imagining being ordered to smell it, I took a deep sniff of my aroma before wrapping my lips around it. I sucked and licked my pussy juice from it eagerly, losing myself as if I were starving. When I was finished my slave held out three fingers of precum which I licked up hungrily. "Now finish cleaning me, and let me feel it." He sunk his tongue deep into my pussy, moaning as he lapped up mouthfuls of my cream. His nose kept nudging my buttplug and his fingers were busy on my clit as he licked and sucked my sopping cunt. I shuddered and came four, maybe five more times from the combination of my bondage and all the sensations he was giving me. Finally I told him to untie my ankles and turn me over again. When he did, my tits were thrust out much farther than usual from lying on my crossed arms. He started to knead them roughly, glassy-eyed, and I moaned under his strong hands. I stared at his painfully hard cock and heavy balls and told him that he'd served me well today, and that I'd allow him to cum. "Oh thank you, Mistress! How would you like me to do it?" I told him to jerk himself off while I watched, and he started to pull on his cock fast and hard while he rubbed my tits with his other hand. Again my hands and my pussy were itching for each other as I watched, and again I was turned on by being unable to make it happen. It was only a few minutes before he said breathlessly, "May I cum now, Mistress? Please may I cum?" I watched his face for a minute, contorted with need and lust, and then I said, "Yes my slave. Cum on my breasts.. shoot your hot creamy cum all over these slutty tits." He cried out as I watched the white streams shoot out of his cock and cover my bouncing tits and nipples. I said, "More, give me more," and he groaned as even more of his hot white cum spurted out, this time hitting my face. As he began to recover he saw the goo on my cheeks and chin and he gasped. He'd always been punished severely if he came on my face, even accidentally. "Oh my god Mistress, I'm so sorry! It was so intense, I didn't know!" and he started to go for a washcloth to clean it up. "Wait. It's ok this time. It's where you're supposed to cum on a bondage slut," and I gave him a wicked smile. "Just the same, you do need to clean it up, and not with a washrag. All of it." "Yes, ma'am!" he said as he went to work with his tongue again, licking his semen from my face and tits. I came one more time, very hard, as he licked and sucked me while his hands worked my pussy some more. When he finally untied me, we were both exhausted and we napped for a little while, our arms and legs wrapped around each other. Later we talked about the new level of perversion and passion we'd discovered. We figured it was more a case of "bottoming from the top" since it was my fantasies we were playing out, at my direction. That day renewed our relationship and we now have a deeper level of intimacy than we'd ever had before. Since then he's done unspeakable things to me, but I'm still in charge and he still obeys no matter what. And I still top him and use him sexually in the "traditional" sense sometimes, if there is such a thing for people like us. * * * * * Copyright ©2001 May not be reprinted without permission Topping from the Bottoms It took several hands to decide the mastery of the night, of course. That was just as well, as we all needed badly to recover. It had been a long, sex-filled day, but we still had at least one good orgy, maybe more, left in us, plus whatever other sex acts the winner opted to direct...and given that this would be filmed, that was a very appropriate verb, of course. It was about half an hour in when Lowell ran out of chips, followed shortly by Martin and Mary. Shannon lasted another half hour, but she, too, had to fold. It took another fifteen minutes to finish off Kelly, but not five minutes later, Sally turned in her chips as well. Mark held out for a surprisingly long time before he lost, followed by me. Yes, I was out for the count, which left Belle, Carver, and Candy. At just fifteen minutes short of two hours, Carver caved, and it was a contest between the ladies. A huge part of me suspected that Belle threw that last hand, that she never meant to win in the first place. In any case, Candy emerged victorious, and therefore Mistress of that Sunday night. The first thing that she did was claim her top prize: me. "Alright, temporarily deposed Master of the Bottoms...as acting Mistress of this household, I command you to fuck me again...hard. In my pussy, of course. I want to get pregnant for sure, so I will have every man here give me a good load. After that, I'll follow any plans that you already had for gang-bangs. Did you?" Candy demanded. "Yes. Mary was to be next for the gang-bangs," I smiled, as Mary winked at us. "Then Mary it is. After that, we'll move on, depending on my mood at the time. Until dawn, of course. But by then, we'll need some rest. You guys have jobs, I trust?" Candy declared. "We are all sort of in the family business...household maintenance. Lowell's the locksmith. Mark is the plumber. Martin is the electrician. Mary is the resident computer geek and helps people with their PC issues on the side. Belle manages the accounts. Kelly and I drive the menfolk to the locations. Shannon is the secretary/receptionist and she does a damn good job of it, too," Sally explained with a very wide grin. "That's very good indeed. And you're booked for one client, at least. Carver, that is. And what about you?" Candy asked me abruptly. "Professional accountant, but I suddenly see an opening here for me to work with my sweet sluts as well as fuck and live with them. How about, boys and girls? Want a bonafide CPA as your bookkeeper? I'm more than willing to work with Belle...make it a team effort, that is," I proposed to them. "Can you help with our money as well, on the side, that is?" Candy asked me a favor. "Of course, but I believe that what you want from me right now is my dick," I said as I complied with her instructions and started fucking her from behind. "Well, this is good news in many ways, since I'm now looking forward to some work breaks," Belle laughed as she watched me ramrod Candy with my hard cock. "Oh, God, yes...slam me with that cock! Fuck me hard and deep with your dick! Knock me up, George! Give it to me good!" Candy now egged me on as I thrust in and out of her sweet slit. "Wow, you really want to get pregnant, don't you?" I teased Candy as I plundered her body, her soft, slick pussy engulfing my cock. "Yes, I do...don't forget, I'm Mistress for the rest of the night. Call me Mistress or 'ma'am', whichever you prefer. Don't worry...I look forward to submitting to you from time to time, too," Candy assured me before her excitement took over and she began moaning from the delights of my dick burying inside her. What followed was several more minutes of crazy humping, as I reamed Candy as intently and vigorously as I could. She made it apparent very soon that she refused to stop until I had dumped my load inside her...and preferably made her cum at least once or twice in the process...maybe more. Well, perhaps it was the idea that she really would have my seed inside her again, doubling my chances of knocking her up, but Carver's wife came repeatedly, right as I approached my own release...the imminence of it seemed to be the final straw, at least from what I could guess...and then, when I came, she totally lost it and screamed a very wild orgasm indeed. "Well, something got you all hot and bothered, ma'am. What would that be?" I teased her a little. "Your cum, honey. Damn it! I can't help it! Your cock, too. You knocked me up today and you know that you did! Let's not kid ourselves here. We both knew that this was leading up to, baby, and we both wanted it to happen. Hell, everyone here wanted it to happen, so let's not deny it. Unless you're sterile, you put a bun in my oven today and I love that idea. Even so...I want at least the chance of twins, plus some insurance in case you're shooting blanks. I'm a geneticist. I fully grasp the stakes here. "So, how about it? As Mistress of the Night, I get to pick my next partner, but do you have a recommendation or suggestion, bearing in mind that they'll all get a turn, sooner or later? Do you have a request?" Candy announced, not surprising me, but perhaps the others...I could see how a scientist with a kinky streak would view things differently than the general public, especially about the benefits of interracial breeding. "Lowell. I believe that he will get a special thrill from fucking Carver's wife, given how attracted he is to Carver," I indicated, at which point Candy beckoned for Lowell to approach her. "Alright, stud, you've been drafted. You want to fuck Carver's wife? Do it now, Bottom. Knock me up! Come on, lover. Fuck your new Mistress and put a baby in me. Enjoy your Master's sloppy seconds, too. No time for foreplay. Just stick it in me. Go long, hard, and deep. Take me, honey," Candy insisted that Lowell pound her into next week. While the camcorder continued to roll, Lowell eagerly penetrated Mrs. Watson, fucking her harder by the second as she moved her hips and rocked to meet him halfway. With every push and shove far inside Candy, Lowell found himself more than equaled in passion and lust by his new partner. She seemed to be completely insatiable, which was just fine with him. In fact, it was every bit what his secret fantasies had hoped of an encounter with a black woman, in spite of the occasional knee-jerk racist reactions. It was clear to the rest of us that, in spite of the odds favoring me over Lowell in terms of impregnating Candy, that both of them were as excited as the rest of us by even the prospect of her conceiving by him. Carver was visibly turned-on as well, as demonstrated by his hardening cock. He wanted this as much as the rest of us did. Our neighbors both desired to mix up their genes with us. They craved this arrangement, the impregnation of each woman by each man. Maybe we'd get lucky and Candy would have twins due to the sheer numbers of sperm dumped into her body. By now, Lowell was unable to restrain himself and he came after bottoming out inside Candy. Her pussy leaked an incredible amount of cum now. She had a very messy cunt and I now used the camcorder to zoom in on the creampie that Lowell left inside her bush. I then focused on the sated look on Candy's face from the two loads released into her from two different men. She was definitely the star of this amateur porn scene. "Alright, honey...time for Mark to fuck me. Mark, baby, come over here. You know that you want sloppy thirds, don't you?" Candy urged Mark to be the next to ramrod her slit as she now lay on her back. "God, yes, Mistress!" Mark began fucking Candy missionary-style for several minutes. Candy's response to the latest penetration was electric, as she started moaning and panting in her ecstasy. However, she soon tired of this position and rolled Mark over onto his back so she could have him take her cowgirl-style. There proved to be a method to her madness when she grabbed Martin's cock and started sucking it greedily. She drooled over it now and then, before spitting on it and all but inhaling it yet again. Then she let go of it for just long enough to address her husband. "Carver, baby...fuck my ass! You know that you want it, don't you? I want to be airtight. I want every hole taken at once! Gang-bang me, honey," Candy urged her hubby. Carver now understood that he wouldn't get to cum inside her pussy any more than Martin would. There would be only three loads in her pussy from this gang-bang, and none of them would come from her spouse. He was to get her ass as a consolation prize, however, and since he was unlikely to have a realistic prospect of putting the first bun in her oven, he was fine with getting to slam her asshole instead. Candy's booty was certainly a fine one, so I could see why he would enjoy butt-fucking her. I had plans of my own involving her sexy ass, for that matter. I now caught a truly exciting scene as the men pounded Candy from three directions. She sucked feverishly on Martin's dick while Mark and Carver rammed her. It was hard to say just how dominant Candy really was at heart, since her ideas so far seemed to be mostly about getting as much cock inside her as she could find for herself. What was clear was that Candy was very much a natural seductress and that she could pretty much get any man into her bed if she really wanted him. She later admitted that she had slept with at least two priests, one Catholic and one Episcopalian, and three professors, all of them married as well, when she was in college. She was very pleased when she was able to add a Baptist minister to her list of seduced clergymen, as it turned out. Being watched as he got his dick sucked, Martin couldn't hold back any longer and now he began shooting his load down Candy's throat. Instead of upbraiding him for emptying his balls into her mouth, Candy swallowed every drop and licked her lips clean of any drops that didn't make it into her gullet the first time around. Her next instruction shocked even me. "Now, Martin, bend over for me. I want to lick your ass," Candy ordered him, as he complied and she started rimming him with a vengeance. That was too much for Mark and he released his jizz into Candy's twat, filling it with enough cum to make a creampie lover's dream come true. She didn't complain or grumble, just kept eating Martin's ass without any embarrassment or shame, not that she had any reason for those. When Mark tried to get out from under her, she rubbed her pussy against him and pressed her tits against his chest. She even pinned him down by his wrists to make it obvious that she didn't want him getting up anytime soon. Carver then grunted and came up Candy's asshole, filling his own wife's tush with his creamy load. He apparently found something about her bottom that was irresistible. Who could blame him? She had an ass to die for, after all. She still didn't release Mark, however, but she let go of Martin's butt long enough to force her tongue into Mark's mouth. "Now, suck my tits, Mark, honey," Candy began feeding her breasts to Mark, having picked him as her latest sexual prey, "Don't worry, Martin. You'll get your chance to surrender to my will, too." At that, Candy resumed licking Martin's butt for a good while longer, though she stopped to speak up when Carver was about to stand up. She also squeezed his dick a little with her buns to reinforce her point. "Sweetheart, don't get up just yet. I want to feel your cock on my ass for a while longer. I love that contact, honey. Few things excite me more than having your dick press against my booty," Candy whimpered as Mark sucked her tits, much to her delight. "You don't seem very...dominant, Candy," I teased her. "I can be a times, but not always. I'm something of a switch. Domme one minute, sub the next, and vanilla the third. For me, it's more about being a cumslut and a sex goddess. And you know by now how much I'm that. I crave sex like some folks crave cake. It's just how I am," Candy winked at me, not even objecting to me not calling her by her chosen title. "Still, you're in charge until the morning. What are your orders, ma'am?" I chuckled. "Well, it's Mary's turn, isn't it? Since you guys will need to recover first, I propose a lesbian gang-bang for now. Each of you ladies will take turns pounding Mary from behind, starting with Belle. That should help satisfy her while she waits for the men to get their...soldiers to salute. Oh, and don't worry. I will participate, too. She can eat me out as much as she wishes," Candy licked her chops as they all got up and Mary lay on her belly. Candy then bent over and spread her cheeks, instructing Mary to, "Rim me, slut. You know that you're every bit as kinky as I am, which is what I love about you. I want to feel your tongue do the very same things to my ass that I just did to Martin's." Mary proved very eager to do exactly that, running her tongue greedily between Candy's cheeks, even moaning a little as she stimulated Candy with her mouth. Pretty soon, Candy let off the musky smell of her aroused pussy, her lips puffing up as she continued to enjoy Mary's oral services to her ass. At the same time, Belle entered Mary with her strap-on and slowly, but steadily increased the momentum of her penetration, even as Sally slipped a finger into Mary's butthole to further excite her. Mary jerked several times before she adapted to the triple effect on her from Candy's crack, Belle's dildo, and Sally's fingers...yes, Sally slipped in a second digit soon enough and really started to probe her future sister with it. It wasn't much longer before Mary came rather wildly, her whole body shaking with her orgasm, even as Candy followed suit in no time, due to the effects of Mary's erratic tongue movements on her butt-crack. Belle came yet again herself, thanks to the "feel-do" function on the strap-on dildo in her thigh harness. Handing the harness over to Sally, Belle sat down with us to watch the rest of the fun and play with herself, too. Sally wasted no time and used the strap-on to penetrate not Mary's pussy, but her ass, replacing her fingers with the dildo. If Mary seemed delighted before, she went positively ecstatic now, screaming her pleasure into Candy's sphincter as she ate her out...and slipped her tongue inside her pussy. Before anyone knew what was happening, Sally was aggressively sodomizing Mary, who was for her part moving more of her tongue up Candy's twat as she could manage it. Candy squirmed and whimpered, but didn't even pretend to pull her bottom away from Mary's glorious tongue that slipped up her cunt. My worries about possibly transmission of germs from Candy's ass to her slit notwithstanding, it was very enjoyable to view her pleasure every possible erogenous zone that she could find on the woman, sliding that tongue along the valley between the tailbone and the mons Veneris, including her taint. When Kelly started licking Mary's cunt from underneath and Shannon began sucking her tits, it became apparent that Mary wouldn't be able to take much more tonight. Anything else would have to be postponed, though we were frankly more exhausted than we were when we made our plans. Mary jerked and twitched, frantically moving her hips and her body to meet Sally as my fiancée invaded her ass repeatedly with the dildo, ultimately resulting in Mary Bottom crashing to the bed in absolute exhaustion and satisfaction. "Okay, I resign my post of Mistress of the Night early...I have no choice. I'm so completely drained. I think that we all need some sleep, in fact. When can we meet again for some more of this...you know, pick up where we left off or something like that?" Candy pleaded with me, even as Carver grinned at us. "Well, spend the night and we'll see what happens, okay? I promise that you won't regret it, neither of you," I assured the Watsons, who looked at each other, nodded, and helped me turn off the camcorder. I don't recall much after that, or what time we actually fell asleep, but I know that I woke up the best way that any man ever could...for a second day in a row.