5 comments/ 19030 views/ 0 favorites Turning the Tables Ch. 01 By: Domma For so long we had played the game – I was the dominant Master, and she was my little sub slut. She was very good at her part, and I was even better at mine. She loved being forced, being used, becoming a wet hole purely for the pleasure and use of her beloved Master. I loved the power of making her do slutty things, and even more importantly making her WANT to do the things I forced her to endure. But tonight was going to be different. Tonight SHE was going to be the dominant one, the person in charge. We had tried this before and it had failed miserably. She did not have the temperament for being a domme, and more importantly did not enjoy it or want to do it. But tonight she would be inspired, tonight she would understand and fulfill her part of the arrangement. Tonight she would WANT to be the domme bitch, and tonight she would succeed like never before. Tonight I would show her how to truly be submissive, how to live only for the person you are serving. Tonight I would show her what giving yourself totally was all about, and how lowering yourself is the ultimate way to lift up the person who commands you. Although it went against my very nature, tonight I would be the sub slut, the cheap whore, the unimportant sex toy. Tonight I would show this woman I love so much how to use me, own me, make me feel worthless and yet invaluable all at the same time. Tonight, I would become a worthless sub needing to be abused and degraded. When she got to the hotel room, I was waiting in the expected manner. I was naked, kneeling in front of the door awaiting my Mistress. My hands were clasped behind my back, and the word "SLUT" was written in big letters across my bare chest. My cock, which I had been forbidden to touch, was nonetheless hard and bobbing. It jerked especially hard as I heard the strong knock on the door, and I opened it and scrambled back into my subservient position. She opened the door, stepped inside, and then closed it behind her. She turned and looked at me and smiled smugly. She shrugged off her coat, hung it up on a hanger, then moved her bag and the bag that I knew was full of toys over against the wall. She was wearing a nice blouse and a not-too-short skirt, looking very hot and yet respectable all at the same time. I could only see her out of the corner of my eye, since I was staring at the floor like a good little sub slut should. At 5'3" and 110 pounds she is not exactly intimidating, but when she stepped back towards me I suddenly got very nervous. "Hello slut" she said in a voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt. She reached down with her left hand and cupped my chin gently, slowly lifting my head up until I was staring into those beautiful brown eyes glaring down at me. She just stared for a moment, and then quite suddenly and swiftly brought her open right hand flying forward and smacked me across the face with about as much strength as her small frame could muster. While it certainly hurt, it shocked me more than anything. My mouth dropped open, and my cock jerked involuntarily as the slap helped to make me remember my proper place. She waited a few seconds as if expecting something, and when it did not come she pulled back her hand and once again smacked it hard across my trembling face. Then again she stared down at me with eyes burning, and her hand twitched once more at her side. This time my head cleared and I understood. "Thank you Mistress" I managed to blurt out, before her small palm could again crash against my suddenly warm and stinging cheek. I saw her smile slightly, and a hint of satisfaction crossed her beautiful face. She was starting to believe she might like this. "That's better, whore" she said with a certain amount of vigor. She then rubbed her hands together once or twice, and said "It is cold outside. I froze just walking in here and carrying my bags. I need to warm my hands, slut." With that she took her very cold hands and cupped them both firmly around my balls. I did my very best not to cry out as the combination of pressure squeezing my sensitive balls and the cold from hands that had been outside combined to give me a certain unique feeling. She warmed them up on me, rubbing them together and rubbing my balls and cock almost incidentally as she did. It was not sexual, she was just using me the way she might use a blanket to warm her hands. What it did to me did not matter to her in the least. Despite my efforts to remain silent, an involuntary moan escaped my lips when she first grabbed me. She glared at me, but I could see she was pleased that she had hurt me and made me feel uncomfortable. When her hands were sufficiently warmed she released me, and stepped back to view her little toy. I dropped my eyes down to her feet again, and awaited her next command. "Look at me, you little pussy boy" she said quietly but firmly. I raised my gaze up to meet that of my sexy and erotic Mistress. I could see a look of mischief in her eyes, a sly smile that said "I'm such a naughty little girl" cross her face for just a moment. Then she reverted back to her stern Mistress look, and smirked at me as though I were a stupid and useless child. "I see that pathetic thing you laughingly refer to as a cock hasn't gotten any bigger since I last summonsed you" she said mockingly. She lifted one foot and flipped my softening cock with it somewhat roughly, making me wince. "No Mistress, it hasn't" I replied sheepishly. "Why do you have to have such a tiny dick, you worthless little shit?" she asked me. "I'm sorry Mistress" I replied in an ashamed tone. "Sorry about what, faggot?" she asked as she threateningly pressed her foot a little bit against my cock and vulnerable balls. "I'm sorry my cock is so small. I'm sorry it isn't bigger for you to use, Mistress" I said in a defeated tone. She let up the pressure with her foot, and then stood in front of me again. "Well, fortunately I had plenty of real cock before I got here tonight" she said, her words cutting to my heart like a razor. "In fact, my cunt is a little sore from the pounding I took before I decided to honor you with my presence" she added, knowing how this both hurt me deeply and turned me on wantonly at the same time. As she said it she slowly lifted the front of her skirt, giving me a view of her panty-covered pussy glistening with juices, probably not all of her own. She patted it gently right in front of my face, as if soothing it, while seeming to pretend she forget my face was just inches from what I craved more than anything in the world right at that moment. I gulped and stared at her, knowing she wanted me to. Then she bent down in front of me, grabbed my ears with her hands, and pulled my face to her until we were nose-to-nose, her eyes burning holes into my head with their intensity. "Do you know who fucked me tonight, little pussy slut? Do you know who got to push his big, fat, thick cock up my tight cunt, the cunt you wish you could fill with that poor excuse for a prick?" she asked, taunting me. "Do you know what real man filled me with juicy cockmeat tonight before I came down here?" "No Mistress" I said, my voice seeming tiny as she controlled my movements. She smirked at me again, seemingly in pathetic disgust, and pulled harder on my ears as she spit her words out right into my face, watching my eyes for the reaction she so craved. "Well pussy boy" she said with some delight, "Your Mistress got royally, totally, and completely fucked by a real man before she came here. You remember Al, little cunt licker? Well, I found him today and I told him I needed a good fucking. I told him I was coming to see you, and that I wanted to bring you a little treat. So you know what he did for me, just for me, little cockboy slut?" she leered at me, enjoying the torment on my face? "What did he do for you Mistress?" I asked even though a part of me did not want to know. She pulled my ears harder, ground her nose into mine, and said "I'll tell you what he did, you pathetic little limp-dicked sissy." She backed up slightly so I could see her whole face, but did not release her grip on my ears. She wanted me to clearly see her enjoying the telling of this story. "He fucked me, whore. He fucked me with his big, thick cock that I love so much. He laid me down on the floor, spread my legs wide, and shoved that monster cock into me ALL the way. Oh God, he pounded me, over and over and over again, just the way I love it – just the way you can never do, not with that tiny little cock you have. Oh God" she moaned into my face, closing her eyes for a second. "I can still feel that real cock filling me up, feel it throbbing inside me." She opened her eyes again, released my sore ears and stood before me. She then slowly unzipped her skirt and wiggled it down her hips where it fell in a puddle at her feet. She kicked it away, then ever so slowly worked her panties down to her ankles. She was careful to let me see they were stained, a huge wet spot on the front of them. She bent down, picked them up, and then held them out right under my nose, where the pungent aroma caused my cock to twitch and my breath to fill my lungs. While holding them there with one hand, she reached down and pinched and squeezed one of my nipples hard with her other hand. "Smell that, little dick? That's a smell you wouldn't know – that's what I smell like when I am truly and completely sexually excited" she said meanly, trying to humble me even further. She then placed the panties over my head so I could still see and my mouth was available, but the smell of her wet juices, along with a less familiar musky scent, filled my nostrils. Then she stood forward so her wet cunt was right in front of my face and only slightly above me. She placed her hands on the lips of her swollen and red pussy and spread them wide, leaning back a bit so I could clearly see. "See my used, wet cunt pussy boy?" she laughed. This is what it looks like when it has been fucked – truly fucked – by a real man with a real cock. And look closely, my little cumsucking whore – there is a treat inside that I have been saving all this way for you." Then suddenly she grabbed the hair on my head and pulled my back to the bed, forcing me to lay on my back with my cock sticking up in the air. She then straddled me across my chest, sitting on her knees so she was above me, barely touching me. Then, knowing she was driving me insane with desire, she slowly and deliberately began unbuttoning her shirt. She was not wearing a bra, having taken it off during the car ride to meet me. As more and more of her round, pert breasts came into view, I had to try and stop from coming right there untouched. I knew that if I did that, the punishment I would receive would be unbearable. Eventually she exposed her breasts to me – such perfect tits, I had sucked on them so many times. But now they were off limits, and seemed far away. I had never wanted them more. I was dying to feel the rock-hard nipples in my mouth, and listen to her breathing increase as I sucked one whole tit into my mouth. But she had other plans – at least for now. She had me move my arms toward the corners of the bed, and told me to keep them there like my wrists were tied. Then she slowly moved forward until her knees were on either side of my head, and her slick, wet pussy was right above my face and just inches from my watering mouth. She would lean forward like she was going to lower it onto my mouth or nose, and then at the last second back away. Both my cock and hips were twitching as I strained to behave the way I knew she wanted me to. And then she began to speak, and her words excited me like they never had before: "You would have loved watching what he did to me, pussy boy" she muttered as she rocked forward and rubbed her slippery slit across my nose, warning me to keep my mouth closed until told to do otherwise. "I've always loved getting fucked by Al, he just takes me and gives me no choice, nowhere to go. Of course, he made me suck him first – he loves the way I lick his balls, and then make love to his cock with my tongue and lips. He forced me to get down on my knees in front of him, totally naked, and suck and lick him wherever he told me to do it. He stroked his big, fat man cock over my face while I licked his balls, and I was so afraid he was going to come all over my face – and so afraid he wouldn't at the same time. God, he turned me on. He is such a man – not a pussy-cleaner like you are, little whore." As she said all this she kept rocking on my face, and I kept trying to keep my mouth closed. A mixture of wetness was coming from her cunt as she ground it onto my face harder and harder. Here she was, grinding her pussy full of another man's come on my face, and telling me how well he fucked her and how well she sucked him at the same time. I was jealous, I was hurt, and I was incredibly and amazingly turned on. Good comments will get Part 2... Turning the Tables Ch. 01 "Good evening, Miss Cornell. My name is Ellie. If you'd like to take all your clothes off, and lie face down on the couch under the towel, I'll be back with you in just a second." Ellie is younger than any of the masseuses I've had before. Nineteen maybe, twenty max. Prettier too. Petite, but with a full little body and chocolate brunette hair drawn back practically in a ponytail. And not just pretty, sexy too, in a subtle but powerful way. As I quickly strip and slip under the soft linen towel I know I'm in trouble. Now don't get the wrong impression, I'm not the kind of woman that needs to go to a seedy corner of town to hand over my hard-earned cash for some executive relief. Quite frankly I know damn well that if I want it I can get it, and without diluting my standards too far, either. No, Ellie is a pukka masseuse in the pukka spa of a five star hotel, and right up until the moment she introduced herself I'd been expecting nothing more nor less than the exquisite sixty minutes of escape that is a quality professional massage. She pads back into the room in bare feet, and I am thrilled that under the towel I am naked. She slides the towel down my back, and inevitably I want her to keep on going, to strip me bare. "Go on, expose my ass you pretty young thing," I think, but inevitably she stops at the small of my back, just where it all starts to get interesting. She begins on my upper back, silent, professional. Normally I love the quiet, the opportunity to lose myself in nothing, but just now as Ellie's hands repeatedly sweep down towards my bottom and then slip teasingly away again there is a lot more than nothing on my mind. "You're very good," I murmur, originality being sacrificed to necessity. "Thank you, miss." "Do you mind if I ask how old you are Ellie?" "Nineteen, miss." "Well this is the best massage I've had in a very long time. I'm impressed." "Thank you, miss." Not surprisingly, given that masseuses are the mirror opposites of hair stylists, conversation is perhaps not her strongest suit. The towel is returned to my shoulders, and then the bottom seam slid up my leg, up the back of my thigh. "Keep going, keep going," I think, but inevitably she stops just at the crease of my butt. Ellie's hands are strong, firm, controlling. It is thrilling to feel her young fingers controlling my flesh so. I have to have another go. "You're boyfriend's a lucky guy," I venture. Ellie giggles nervously. "You'd probably better tell him that, miss." I have an image of a scrawny pimply nineteen year old boy mounting this lovely little girl, and I shudder. "Is everything okay, miss? I'm not pressing too hard, am I?" "Your touch is exquisite, Ellie. I'm afraid my reaction was for entirely different reasons." She giggles nervously and I realise that in the semi-stupor Ellie has induced my words are -- a trifle wickedly -- ambiguous. "You're being so skilful, so sensuous," I growl softly. "I bet you get some of your male clients into the most terrible difficulties." Not to mention the female ones, of course. Another giggle. I'm still there. At the same time Ellie's attention switches to the top of my thigh. I am quite desperate for her hands on my bottom, for her to take a literally cheeky risk and massage my ass. "We're very professional, miss." "But sometimes...?" "But sometimes when the gentlemen turn over, there's...well, there's a little embarrassment." "Well a little embarrassment isn't worth getting anyone into trouble, is it?" This time Ellie's laugh is different, a little freer and, dare I hope, just a little excited? Her hands press up again, so close to my buttocks, so desperately desperately close. "If you'd like to turn over now, miss." Ellie lifts the towel, but in a purely professional way, to hide my movement from her eyes. I do as I am bid. Now I am on my back, my nipples surely poking like pencils through the thin towel. No matter, I am now able to look Ellie in the eyes. "God this feels incredible," I say. She looks demurely down. Ellie is now moving both hands up either side of my thigh. Perhaps it's my imagination, but the towel seems to be edging further away from hiding my modesty. My breathing gets shallow. "You keep yourself in very good shape, miss," Ellie says. Is it me, or is she steering the conversation in the same way as me? "Why thank you." "Some clients...well, it's all just muscle. If you don't mind me saying, miss, you seem to have struck just the right balance. Just the right amount of tone." I'm sure the towel is now exposing far too much of the creamy white skin around my narrow line of pubic hair. "Well my lovers seem to enjoy a little bit of tough and a little bit of soft." Plural. And non-gender-specific (as they say). Surely she's noticed? Ellie's firm fingers are right at the top of my inner thigh, inches from my sex. Just the slightest deviation by her and I could be in heaven. "This may be terribly impertinent, Ellie, but do you think we could get rid of this silly towel? It's kind of distracting." I feel so daring, more so even than if we were flirting in a nightclub. "Of course, miss. Some of my continental clients do prefer things that way." I curse my earlier reticence. How beautiful it could have been from the very beginning to be naked under Ellie's ministrations. The towel is lifted carefully and folded away. My nipples are, I know, poking and engorged, but I feel only pride that my intense excitement is so shamelessly visible to the young woman. Surely it must be exciting for Ellie to see me like this? I am an attractive woman, I know, and as Ellie herself has pointed out I keep my body in good shape. Is she getting wet, having me like this? Is she thinking that when the session is finished she'll slip her hand inside her panties and finger her already-soaking pussy to the naughtiest of cums? Or is she, too, thinking and hoping that things might go further right here and right now? Ellie moves around the table to work on my other thigh. It feels glorious to be like this, of course, but to just finish politely and professionally would now be a terrible disappointment. Surely it just needs one more push from me? "I'm sorry if I'm a little excited, Ellie." I'm not sorry at all. "I've never felt like this in a massage before. You're being so sensuous, I really can't help myself at all. Please forgive me." "It's not a problem, miss." "It must be wonderful, to have such a skill, to excite another woman so much." "Yes, I think it is," she says carefully. "Is it exciting for you too?" She pauses, uncertain whether she can say it. "Yes, miss." "We're naughty, aren't we, getting ourselves in a state like this?" "I'm sorry, miss, I don't normally..." "Don't be sorry. I feel wonderful. And what would be heaven is - if you would like to -- if you would touch me everywhere." "I would like to very much, miss." I am not sure what she will do, but almost immediately her hands sweep up to my aching breasts. She is deft and gentle, bringing the same combination of skill and sensuousness but now with the most tender eroticism. She works my nipples between her fingers, firm but never rough. They feel like two electric bullets of excitement. No-one has ever been so skilful at touching my breasts. Ellie is standing beside me now, and I could reach out and run my hand up the back of her leg, slide it under her hem to feel the soft warmth of her backside. But something tells me that for now this should be all about me. Then I can focus exclusively on Ellie, and the thought of stripping that full little body bare and exposing and caressing every inch of it makes me moan out loud. This time Ellie knows exactly the reason, and a satisfied little smile crosses her lips. She moves down to the bottom of the couch and my breasts instantly miss her touch. Once again she works her hands softly up the inside of my legs, but this time I have the extraordinary knowledge that the journey will not stop. She slides a hand up my inner thigh, her fingers reaching past my sex, her thumbs so close to my swollen lips. Then, her head is moving down, and I can only wonder if she is simply curious to have another woman's most private parts revealed like this or whether she has something even more sensuous in mind. Whatever, the look on her face is one of simple, almost polite, interest. I feel the soft warmth of her breath on my pussy and I know that this delicious young woman is going down on me. She brings her tongue delicately against my labia and quite uncontrollably I spasm at the soft sweet contact. She slowly draws her tongue up and down my lips, savouring the flavour of my honey and the texture of my cunt. She teases -- does she ever not? -- around my button, knowing that I am so close that the moment must wait a little. It also seems that she is enjoying the opportunity to explore me so intimately. Her hands reach up to my poor neglected titties, and this time she is firmer, knowing, I think, that this is what I need. Then, finally, she draws her mouth directly up to my button, kissing it gently with her lips, tipping it with her tongue, and it is all too much, to be serviced so exquisitely by such a hot young thing, and I am bucking and writhing as my release pours through me in wave after wave. It takes forever for my exploding passion to subside, and as I lie back on the bed with my nipples poking hard and a thin sheen of sweat between my breasts I look down at my young lover. She is there between my legs, still fully clothed but her face flushed and her mouth juicy with my honey. Mm. Her turn.