0 comments/ 21409 views/ 1 favorites Role Reversal Ch. 01 By: DominicaPotestas Jill thought her life was reasonably good. She was married, her husband getting ever more successful. The marriage wasn't the most romantic -- comfort, potential riches, and her middle class father's approval weighed more on Jill's mind when she married Oliver -- but he was a good lover and kept her in the manner to which she had become accustomed, and she felt she couldn't ask for much more. Approaching her thirtieth birthday, there were no kids, an idea Oliver kept postponing. About a year ago, Oliver had come into the money at work. They were now living in a plush villa in suburbia. They had recently purchased a slave -- first hand at a State Slavery and Auctions Department auction as well (i.e. no previous owner). She -- or it, as Jill, who had found herself getting into the role of mistress of the household, like to call her -- was in her early twenties, petite with pale skin and dark hair. Jill herself had a pretty face framed by dark hair, but was more voluptuous in a sexy way. While Oliver was working through the day, it was Jill that oversaw the running of the household. It was the slave that now did all chores, and Jill set them and kept discipline. Her middle class family had had a slave in Jill's youth, and that was where she had acquired her discipline regime and her view that slaves were sub-human scum that weren't worth consideration. Jill made a list of all the slave's tiniest mistakes, and let Oliver punish her at the end of the day at the whipping post. Jill also from time to time issued punishments, such as denial of privileges like clothes. It is perhaps no surprise then that it was Jill's idea to treat the slave as a dog, making her sleep in a kennel and occasionally crawl humiliatingly. And so Jill found herself one normal morning issuing a list of orders to the slave in the kitchen. The slave stood meekly in her usual day clothes of nothing but a pair of plain black briefs. "Do you understand?" Jill finished. "Yes mistress." "Good, you can start scrubbing the floor then." "No." Jill was so shocked by her slave's simple but blatant challenge that she didn't say anything for a few seconds. She had never had a slave show her no respect. "What did you say, slave?" "I said no," her eyes now rose to meet her mistress's defiantly. "You can do it, you bossy cow." "How dare you!" Jill stuttered, absolutely flabbergasted. "I'll have you flogged to ribbons for this. Get in your kennel now!" "No." She now was walking up to Jill. "You can get on your knees." She was now stood in Jill's face. "I beg your pardon!" "The thing is, Jill," she said sarcastically, "I have in my possession a number of photographs of you in a compromising position with a man who is not your husband." Jill gasped. She had had a brief affair with a man who worked for the state. He had had a camera, something that only the state used, and had persuaded Jill to let him photograph their activities. Jill soon realised the photographs' potential damage and had begged him to destroy them. She thought he had. She could only gape at the slave. "Now Jill," the slave continued, "the new rule round here is that if you don't obey my every word, I will hand these pictures to your husband, or even the police. Kneel, bitch." To her horror, Jill found herself collapsing to her knees. It was the only thing she could do. A shiver of thrill went through the slave's body at the sudden reversal of roles. Her mistress, her figure of hate that terrorised her daily and made her life miserable was now kneeling in subjugation before her. The mistress had just become the slave. "Who is your mistress?" the slave, or Ruby as we can now call her, snarled triumphantly. Jill was momentarily lost. Ruby slapped her hard, knocking Jill to the floor. "You are, Mistress," Jill sobbed. Power had been transferred, humiliation was complete. Jill was now the plaything of the scum she had maltreated and looked down on. Ruby smiled broadly. "Well, your mistress would like some clothes. Yours." Jill looked up pleadingly. Oh what a thrill to see that women beg, thought Ruby. A few hours later, and Ruby relaxed in her mistress's clothes as Jill worked hard scrubbing the kitchen floor in the slave's briefs which were painfully too small for her. Ruby laughed. Role Reversal Ch. 01 Author's note: - This is my first submission so constructive feedbacks are welcome. ***** Here was this mystery woman, standing at my bedroom door, her carefully matched white panties and perhaps too small sports bra hinting at the shape of things to come. Her hair was short but wavy, falling over her black-rimmed glasses. She was attractive, until you peered beneath the surface. She demurely raised her hand to the light switch and flicked it up. I was lying in my bed, my shirt off and my jeans becoming tighter and tighter. She moved her foot. I noticed her thigh trembling. She was nervous. "Don't worry," she said. "I' cool." More to herself than to me, it seemed. I blinked my eyes and she walked towards the bed. She crawled onto the end of it, her breasts grazing my feet as she moved up, towards me. "So this is not what you expected huh?" She smiled, timidly. No, it wasn't. I had heard of her for almost a year and a half. When we first spoke on the phone, I asked her out immediately. A movie, restaurant, play....I don't remember where it was and it doesn't matter. She soundly refused me and that was that. She was the friend of a friend of a friend, a roommate's colleague's girlfriend.....some sort of twisted social chain. Over the months we'd become phone buddies. She was faint heart and between anti- depressants, therapist visits and panic attacks. She filled her time with booze and men. It just turned out that I was the flavor of the night. She moved up my body like a hot shower, leaving any exposed flesh tickly and tingly. I reached up and touched, explored for the first time. Earlier in the evening, I had a quick glimpse of cleavage through her blouse and a casual examination of her figure as she walked towards me in the crowed mall and introduced herself. I knew, intellectually, what I was about to experience. She kissed and kissed well. Not the happy- sloppy lap with tongue that some women do. Not the pinch-lipped, defensive, virginal kisses. But even, enticing, welcoming kisses. She stopped and took off her black-rimmed glasses. "You are blurry now," She giggled and dove into my chest, searching and exploring with her hands. Quietly, without much enthusiasm, I returned the favor. Her sports bra was next to depart, bored with the scene. I threw out all pretenses and scoured her body with my eyes. Every curve and line, her hardening nipples, the sleek line of her shoulders I committed to memory in a single moonlit second. My hands found her trembling things. I ran my hand along them. "Relax," I said, not too shortly. I didn't want her to think I liked her. I did, but not forever. I was going to like her very much for this night. But tomorrow, I'd like her as much as yesterday. She straddled me and sat back. My excitement was obvious and that gave her power, certain leverage. And I could see she liked that. She sat with a wicked grin, swaying slowly. Feeling frustrated and vulnerable, I sat up and flipped her over; I put my weight on her and held her down. She responded by arching her back and opening her legs. So, I thought, now we understand one another. Not that I had any doubts as to her particular brand of kink. You can sense it on women usually. Smell it on them. "You like them?" she asked, wiggling her medium-small breasts, back and forth, like bait for a lion. "Yes," I said stupidly, grabbing a breast and squeezing it, rolling my thumb across her nipple. She smiled. "My mom has huge tits," she said, quite matter-of-factly. I wasn't sure how to react. My first thought was what I was doing with her then. But my brain filter kicked in and I said, "Oh?" "Yes, huge. I wish I had tits like her." I pinched her nipple. Me too, I thought. "Pinch harder if you want, or suck,' she urged. "It's no big deal." I considered. To my regret she went on, "It doesn't do much for me. But I know guys like it." I pushed in my tongue and finger assault and looked at her. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I'm drunk. That's no surprise, but this girl is bizarre. Quick, say something. "No pleasure at all?" I asked. "None." Came here reply. I unceremoniously gripped the waistband of her contrived white panties and pulled them down. She lifted herself to accommodate my desire and in one moment, they'd gone, joining the sports bra on the floor. What I found was no surprise. Fashionable as she was, she and her razor gad endeavored to emulate the late 90's trend in pornography, keeping everything sleek-smooth, everyday, because you never know. Moments passed strangely. She closed her eyes and I cursed I suddenly cursed my self for not trimming my fingernails, you know, because you never know. I got over it. When I called her earlier in the evening, I said, "You, me, drink until someone fall." And here we were both of us on our backs. So my fingers flashed back through every girl I'd ever touched and every lecture I'd ever heard and every drunken conversation with anyone who's ever touched a woman. Every woman is different! A thousand voices slurred in my head. I focused my efforts. Every woman is different, but this one like it rough and is drunk. She put her hand on my shoulder, pushed gently. I smiled to myself. I knew that push. It was a push I'd given to many women in my life time. It was the subtle way of saying "Put it in your mouth." So I played dumb, until she finally broke down and asked. Time is an odd thing when you're fooling around with someone. You want to get in as much of everything as possible, but ultimately, you want to screw. And eventually, someone will break, give in and just get to the act. She broke before me. "Let me see it?" she asked. Again I considered. I sensed the warning signals. My drunkenness was fading. No, I decided. Better not add this one to the list. "Sorry, let's not, it'll make our friendship weird", I said as if it wasn't already. "Come on", she insisted, "Let me see it." She pushed me off her, rolling onto me. "Come on." She began to tug my jeans. "No. I'm not going to make love to you", I said a little assertively. "What, why not? What's the matter? Decide it's too loose for you?" On top of me, completely naked, she ground herself against my crotch and tore at my jeans. "Cut it out!" I said, grabbing her wrist. Her other hand pulled the snap on my pants loose and pulled at the zipper clumsily. I grabbed both her wrists. "NO", I said to her, squeezing her wrists. "Come on." She licked her top lip just a little and pushed her shoulders back, her breasts jutting forward. "I'm pretty good." "Listen, the sun will be out soon. Let's sleep or if you want, I'll work you over with one of your toys, but I'm not going to make love to you." Her eyes narrowed. Rejection, that's what I read in her eyes, cold and clear. Then I read hate. She pulled at my pants, hoping to slide them down before I could get then refastened. She fought over my pants for a while then anger crept up on me like a hangover. Slow at first, a simple feeling of discomfort and vague nausea, then full on sickness. In this case it was rage. She would rape me if I let her. "No means NO." I said, thinking back to all those public announcements, those anti-date-rape articles in women's magazines. It worked; she stopped instantly, frozen by words. My anger subsided; I knew I'd chosen my words correctly. She lay down on top of me. "It's okay. Let's just lay here, close", she purred. I watched her curl up and close her eyes. The next morning I found a note: "Had a good time. I'll call you tonight." That night, I got an email from her "I'm sorry for my behavior. I hope we can still be friends." I felt bad for her. I called her promptly, suggesting we meet over dinner at a restaurant close to her place. She readily agreed. It was raining that evening and it took me longer to cut through the late hour traffic to reach the restaurant. She was already there on an empty table. I apologized profusely before pulling a chair. "You think a lot", she said, studying me. Her eyes were pretty, but vacant. "Isn't that what you do?" I asked. "Not like you do." She stared at me. I stared back. Who was this woman? What did she think of herself? She was not my wife. A girlfriend? No, not even that. She was just a girl. A companion for the evening, nothing more, probably much less. No need to explain the complexities of my thought processes to her. No need to explain what I thought about the nature of reality. None of that mattered to her. What did matter to her then? I resigned myself to trying to take another look at her. Try to figure out what she was interested in. What was she thinking about? I took a sip of my drink and lit a cigarette. It was a way for me to occupy myself without making eye contact. "What do you think about?" I asked finally. She looked shocked, stunned even. It was as though I had asked her what color panties she had on or is she spits or swallows. "What do you think about?" I repeated, trying to break through her disbelief. "Lots of things..." she started to say. I looked at her fingernails as she reached for her pineapple juice. This was for prissy women who are too ashamed to admit they actually want to get drunk and have sex. It was an excuse drink. They can drink three of them and act like they are drunk. I decided to press her for what she did indeed think about. "Like what?" "Umm..." "You must certainly think about your fingernails." I commented absently. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Well, they are manicured to near perfection." I told her matter-of-factly. She seemed to be upset that I'd said near. "Do you do them yourself?" "No, I go to a parlor," She said excitedly, but a little contemptuously. Was I supposed to have know where she had her nails done by the shine of them? "I see", I said. I didn't really. Not at all. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate beauty and a woman who takes care of herself. But the void in this girls head was astounding. If she spent half as much time thinking as she did fussing with her nails, she's de an astrophysicist. I've decided this whole operation is a bust, so I might as well have fun with it. "Do you know any interesting trivia?" I ask her innocently. "Some. I know the names of all the boys in Boy zone." She was serious. "Wow." I said as evenly as I can, suppressing gag "What about you?" she asked "Well, did you know only one in five men wash their hands in wash room?" She stared at me. I pounced "It's true. After the third beer, most men barely even bother pissing in the urinals. In fact, that lack of hand washing is the number one reason for yeast infection in women's." She stared at me. I stood saying, "I've got to use the rest room. If the waiter comes by, order me a beer huh? I said gesturing to the two empty bottles on our table. I walked away, snickering. In the rest room, I find a guy sniffing coke in the mirror, talking on his cell phone. Part of me wants to slam him against the mirror and pretend I'm a cop. You know, shake him down, take his coke and maybe even his wallet. What's he going to do? Call the cops and say someone took his coke? Not if I take cell phone too! The part of me that just wants to piss wins out and I go stand in from of the urinal. As I piss, I listen in to his conversation. "Yeah, I finished the painting. No, man. That last batch we baked just knocked me out." I roll my eyes as hard as I can and finish up. I have to push him aside to wash my hands before I return to my table. I find her sitting where I left her, looking somewhat lost. I decided to press my luck. I reached out and grabbed her hands. "Your nails are nice." I say, being sure to run my fingers all over hers. To Be Continued... Role Reversal Ch. 02 My name is Luanne. Recently a friend of mine gave me a copy of the story Role Reversal by Eukan Jacquekov. I am the woman he wrote about. As Eukan said at the end of his story, I freaked out after we had fucked and left. I didn’t just leave his house; I left the state. I’ve not seen him since, and don’t want to see him. But, I think I need to give you my take on that night’s events. Eukan is at least ten years older than I am. I don’t usually date men that old, and when I first met him at a friend’s barbeque party, I had no idea that I would not only date him, but go to bed with him. Eukan is not like any other man I’ve ever met. He does not make an obvious move on a girl. He blind sides her, and before she knows what has happened, he has her in his bed fucking like a bunny rabbit. Like I said, we met at a friend’s barbeque party. It was late afternoon on the Fourth of July 1988. Jenny and her husband Larry had invited about two dozen of their friends and neighbors to a get together around their swimming pool. They had grilled meat of several different kinds, three or four kinds of salad, pinto beans in a chili sauce, and too many kinds of alcohol to even try to tell you what they had. A neighborhood kid whose hobby was playing disc jockey had his stereo equipment set up and was playing whatever music the guests requested. It was a great party. I had just filled my plate with food and was looking for a place at a table where I could eat. The only vacant spot was at a cocktail table next to an old man. I wasn’t thrilled about sitting with him, but it was either sit with him, or stand up to eat. You can’t use a knife and fork while standing with no place but your hands for your plate. I went over and asked if I could sit with him. He smiled and said, “Young lady, I would be delighted to have your company.” He got up, pulled the chair back a little so that I could sit, and then moved it forward just enough to touch the back of my leg so that I knew I could sit without falling on my butt. No one had ever done that for me before. Young guys just don’t think about that. I guess they’ve bought the feminist BS that real women don’t want to be treated like that. As we sat eating, we introduced ourselves and then began to talk. I’ll give this to Eukan; he is fun to talk to. Although he’s knowledgeable about a great many things, he does not dominate a conversation. He lets the other person talk, and he listens – he really listens. Not many people do that. And, somehow, he keeps the conversation going. He makes comments, or asks questions, that make the person he’s talking to feel that he is hanging on their words, and keeps them talking. The old bastard really knows how to stroke a person’s ego. Eukan doesn’t talk loudly. To hear him, you have to lean closer to him. And, all the time that you are talking with him, he’s looking into your eyes. You can’t help but to look back into his eyes. The effect of that is hypnotic. After a few minutes, I really felt attached to him. He made me feel good and appreciated. He had not said anything to make me think he was trying to get in my pants. He was a perfect gentleman. He kept me talking about things I wanted to talk about, and he made me feel that he was really, really interested. I liked him. “Luanne,” he asked, “May I bring you something to drink?” “Yes, please. A glass of white wine.” After he returned from the bar and gave me my glass of wine, he sipped from his beer. Unlike most men, he drank it from a glass instead of from the bottle. I must have been staring because he said, “I can’t stand beer directly from a bottle or a can. While in Germany, I got in the habit of drinking it from a stein. I have to agree with the Germans; you can’t really get the flavor of a beer unless you get your nose in the glass and can smell it.” For some reason, I enjoyed talking with Eukan. I’d been at the party almost two hours and had not even thought about finding someone else to schmoose with. Then he surprised me. “Luanne, may I take you to dinner Friday evening? I’ve so enjoyed talking with you. I’d like to get to know you better.” I didn’t know what to say. I liked him. He seemed to like me. It was comfortable talking with him. After chasing answers around in my head for almost a minute, I told him yes. I gave him my address and he said he would pick me up at six. He rang the doorbell at my apartment exactly at six Friday evening. He was wearing a summer suit: white linen. His tie, can you believe it, was a bow tie. He had a straw hat tucked under his left arm, and had a bouquet of summer flowers in his right hand. He looked like someone out of one of the old romance novels my grandmother had. They had been written around the turn of the century and were illustrated with pen and ink sketches, rather than photos. Looking at the way he was dressed, I felt that my slacks and off the shoulder blouse looked wrong for our evening together. I said, “Come in and have a seat. I need to change into a dress.” “Oh, nonsense. You look perfectly lovely dressed as you are.” “Thank you,” I said, “But, I’d feel better in a dress.” “Okay. While you are changing, may I put these flowers in a vase for you?” I took him into the kitchen, got down a vase, and gave him a pair of kitchen scissors and a packet of flower fresh. I then went to my bedroom to change. When I came out, I was wearing a paisley print dress that I thought complimented his ‘British look.’ When he saw me, he smiled and said, “Luanne, my dear, you look gorgeous. You should dress like that more often.” I thrilled at the compliment. Eukan took me to a restaurant that he said was as much like a French bistro as could be found west of New York. I had never eaten French food before, and cannot even begin to pronounce the names of the things we ate. I almost gagged when the waiter brought out the appetizer and set it in front of me. It was snails, great big snails in their shells. The shells were upside down on a little metal plate with holes in it for the shells to sit in. There was something black in each shell, and around that black spot there was partly melted butter with little flecks of green in it. A tiny two pronged fork lay on the dish next to the snails. Eukan sensed my discomfort and said, “Luanne, this is escargot. It is a marvelous, highly prized delicacy all over Europe. I think you will like it. If you don’t, you don’t have to eat it.” I tried it. I liked it. I ate all six snails. They were not slimy; they had a slightly fish like flavor which by itself was nothing to brag about, but that garlicky butter sauce with parsley and white wine in it was to die for. Everything Eukan ordered was wonderful. And, God! The pastry we had for dessert. After dinner, Eukan took me to a theater for a stage play, not a movie, an honest to goodness stage play. He said it was an avant garde production by an acquaintance of his. The play had a couple of suggestive sex scenes in it, but was such a hilarious comedy that those sex scenes just were there to pull the rest of the play together. When Eukan took me home, I asked him in. At dinner, and again during the intermission at the theater, I had drunk enough champagne that I was feeling mellow, and I’m sorry to say – sexy. Eukan had done nothing to make me feel he was seducing me, but everything he had done had made me feel good. He had paid attention to me in a way that no other man I had ever been out with had done. He made me feel… Well, he made me feel loved. He made me feel like a woman, a woman who was appreciated. I liked the feeling. We sat and talked a while. To my surprise, I was the one who turned the conversation to sex. As always, Eukan said little, but made sure I talked a lot. Damn that man. He drew things out of me that I had never said to anyone before, things that were my deepest, darkest thoughts about sex. He never said anything judgmental about the things I told him. He just kept me talking, and the more I talked the hornier I got. I felt my nipples stiffen and press against my dress top. I wasn’t wearing a bra and I knew Eukan could see the little tents my hard nips were making. He didn’t say anything, but I could see in his eyes that he had noticed, and that he liked what he saw. That made me even hotter. I was getting wet. I, I couldn’t help my self. I kissed Eukan. He returned the kiss. He didn’t do it like the young guys I had kissed in the past. He didn’t use the kiss as permission to begin pawing me and trying to rape my mouth with his tongue. Just as he kept me talking, he was now keeping me kissing him. He was accepting my kiss with a quiet passion that just made me want to give him more. He wasn’t really passive. That would have turned me off, but he down played his response just enough to keep me pressing for more. The son of a bitch was making me seduce my self, and I was enjoying it so much that I couldn’t stop. That was the first time I went to bed with Eukan. When he left shortly after midnight, I was weak kneed. I had come so many times, and so hard. God! That man can eat pussy. As I bathed and got ready for bed, I knew that I’d let him fuck me again, and again, and again. I did – until the night we switched roles. We had talked about our fantasies several times, and both said we had often wondered what the other person felt while we were fucking. My clit is huge. That is, it is long. It is almost two inches long, and it is about the size of a pencil in diameter. Eukan loved playing with it. He gave me blow jobs like I was used to giving to the guys I dated. You wouldn’t believe the way that man can make a girl come. Anyway, after talking a while, Eukan suggested that we live our fantasy and find out what it feels like to fuck like a member of the opposite sex. I thought he was kidding, but he wasn’t. He told me he wanted me to stick my clit inside his cock. He wanted me to pretend I was a man, and he would pretend to be a woman, and we would fuck. I almost freaked out then, but he had gotten me so horny by sucking my clit until I was just about to come and then backing off before I could, that I was ready to do anything if it would make me come. I had to get off. Eukan got on his back and held his cock so that it was pointing down toward his feet at an angle that was just right for me to stick my clit into him. I put my clit against the tip of his cock and spread his pre-come all over my shaft and around the head of his dick. That felt good, and it turned me on enough that I overcame the feeling that we were doing something perverted. I put the head of my clit in his pee hole and began pushing in. It must have hurt him, but he didn’t say anything. I just saw his jaws tighten. I asked if he wanted me to stop, but he shook his head, and told me to go ahead. When the whole thing was in his cock, he said, “Hold still for just a moment. Let me get used to having you in me.” A little bit later he told me to start fucking him. I pulled back until just the tip of my clit was still in his cock head, and then slid all the way into him again. Oh, that felt good. If that’s really what a man feels when he fucks a woman, it’s no wonder that they all want to lay every woman they meet. We didn’t fuck very long. My orgasm came on too fast. I had never had one that felt like that one. It was wonderful, but so powerful and so strange that it scared me shitless. My orgasm made Eukan come too. His come shot out around my clit and splashed all over my pussy. I had never felt anything like what I felt as his come squirted past my clit. It just made my orgasm the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever had. I was so drained. I almost fainted. Then the guilt hit me. What we had done seemed so wrong, so perverted. I was so ashamed. I got off him, got dressed, and went home. I couldn’t sleep that night. I cried and cried. In the morning, I told my room mate I was leaving. I packed my stuff into my car and drove away. Three days later, I was in California. Thankfully, I had a few thousand dollars in the bank, and lived off my savings until I found a job at a Farmer’s Insurance agency. I also found a shrink and began therapy. I’m better now, and have begun dating again. Yes, I let some of the guys I date fuck me. No, I haven’t fucked any of them the way I fucked Eukan, and I doubt that I ever will. But – I dream about it. Boy do I dream about it. When I do, I wake up soaked in sweat and having one hell of an orgasm. I wonder if those orgasms are like the ones a guy has when he has a wet dream? Role Reversal Ch. 02 I have included the last few lines of part 1 so that the story flows. Kasey then ordered Gabby, "Get me the cock rings." 'An interesting turn of events, but probably a good idea considering my current state' I thought, but then wondered why she had used the plural. Kasey then took the first one, stretched it and slid it over the head of my cock and down the shaft. When she reached the base, she stretched the bottom part and pushed my swollen balls through it, one at a time. She then took the second ring and slid it down my cock, not stretching it as much as the first so that it pulled my foreskin down tight and painfully. When it reached the base of my cock, she released it so that it smacked against my shaft. The top part rested against the first ring and the bottom part trapped my balls between it and the first ring. "This way, boy, you'll stay hard and won't be able to release your spunk even if you orgasm." I thought this was a very clever idea and accepted it, not that I had any choice! Being trussed like this was painful but also very horny. The combination of the pain and the situation made my prick jerk, which didn't go unnoticed by Trudy, who I suspected was the nastiest of the three women. "Look at that. The dirty fucker loves it." Kasey smiled and remarked "I'm sure he does, but I wonder if he will enjoy the other surprises we have for him." It's time for Trudy to sample that tongue of yours, boy. Trudy, widen and lengthen the table so you're nice and comfy." The women had obviously experimented with the table before I arrived, because Trudy had the table set up in a flash. As Kasey released my hands from their nooses, she ordered me "Get up on the table on your hands and knees, just like a dog ready to lick its bowl." I did as I was told and why not? I was still enjoying this immensely; being ordered to lick pussy wasn't my idea of any hardship. Trudy was positioned at the end of the examination table, her legs and lips spread wide, ready for the onslaught. My dungeon has ropes with noose like hoops at the end suspended from the ceiling in strategic positions. Kasey lowered two more to join the two she had previously had my hands tied with. I was on my hands and knees on the table, my arse in the air and my head down, ready to go to work on Trudy's pussy when Kasey stopped me. "Just wait until we make sure you can't shirk your task, boy." With that, Kasey and Gabby placed the nooses around my wrists and ankles and tightened them. While I was able to use my hands to a certain extent, I couldn't move my legs and certainly couldn't escape. Trudy put her hand on the back of my head and demanded "Eat my cunt, worm and don't come up for breath until you make me cum all over your face." She was clearly enjoying the role of a dominatrix. I went at my task with relish and licked all over her smooth pussy, taking each outer lip in my mouth and sucking them, before teasing her inner lips and the entrance to her tremendously wet gash. She didn't take that for long and with both hands pushed my face into her crutch and ordered me to "Fuck me with your tongue, like you did to your bitch". I suspected that this was not the first time Trudy had ordered a man (or a woman) to do her bidding. I stiffened my and forced it into Trudy's yielding cunt. As I began fucking it in and out I felt something warm and wet being applied to my balls. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but I was curious to know what it was. However I didn't shirk my responsibilities and kept tongue fucking Trudy, enjoying the salty taste of her juice. I felt the same substance being applied to my arse crack, arsehole and surrounding area and then it clicked. These wicked sluts were waxing my crack and sac, despite the fact that my balls and pubic area were already shaved. I tried to lift my head in protest, but Trudy pushed it back and thrust her hips forward at the same time, pushing tongue deep inside her and my nose against her clit. One of them then ripped the wax off my balls and I tried to yell in pain, but it was completely muffled by Trudy's cunt. The wax around my chocolate starfish was then removed and because I hadn't previously shaved there, the pain was intense and also exquisite. I screamed into Trudy's hole and the vibrations set off her orgasm. She bucked against my face, her clit squashing my nose and causing me further pain and true to her word she came on my face, her girl spunk literally pouring over into my mouth and onto my face. When Trudy pulled away I complained, "Fuck, that hurt." Kasey laughed and snarled "Did you think this was going to be a picnic? We all waxed each other earlier, so it's only fair that our plaything is smooth as well. Besides, you'll thank me for it later." Kasey laughed almost maniacally and then told Trudy and Gabby to loosen the ropes slightly and to turn me on my back. They did this and then Gabby observed "It looks like the truss is working, his cock is still as stiff as a board." I suspect that it would have been stiff anyway after licking Trudy's hot hole, being subjected to the waxing and being treated like an object, that is if I hadn't cum in the process, but that was prevented by the cock rings. "Now, boy, it's time to give you a little treat. Your probably not aware of Gabby's little inclination; it's much the same as yours." Kasey was only too well aware of my particular fetish and was going to play on it. I looked to my left and saw Gabby place a large bowl on the floor. I also saw that she had discarded her skirt. She squatted over the bowl and spread her pussy lips. My cock jerked wildly as I could see her urethra dilate and stream of golden fluid escape from it. Upon seeing my cock react, Kasey closed her mouth around the head and sucked, licking the sensitive underside at the same time. I absolutely adore watching a woman piss, almost as much as I enjoy a woman pissing on me. The golden stream went on and on. Gabby must have been holding onto it for some time and the amount of alcohol that she had consumed would have contributed greatly to the amount of piss she held in her bladder. My cock continued to jerk wildly and I could feel pre cum fluids escaping into Kasey's mouth. I knew from experience that Kasey would have been intensely turned on by this, but it was confirmed by the sloshing sound of her juices as she fingered her tight cunt. As the stream emanating from Gabby's bladder subsided, she began to rub her clit causing drops of the golden liquid to spread over her pussy lips. Gabby was obviously thoroughly turned on by her own display, her eyes were glazed and she let out a long moan as she had a minor orgasm. I say minor, because the orgasm she had soon afterwards could only be described as major. While Kasey knew of my fascination, she was also aware of my aversion to being sprayed with acrid yellow piss, I much prefer to receive clear, diluted piss from a woman who has been drinking a lot and has pissed a number of times earlier. I'm also not keen on the idea of having it touch my lips, never mind pass them. Given the circumstances I was now in, it didn't entirely surprise me when she said "Gabby, you seem to have made a little bit of a mess. I think you should get the boy to clean it up." She was referring to the drops of piss that had wet Gabby's inner thighs and pussy. I was quite disturbed. Kasey was pushing me past my boundaries, but on reflection later I realized that I couldn't really complain, because I was always pushing her boundaries. Gabby, her eyes still glazed and a stupefied smile on her face raised herself from her squatting position and made her way over to the examination table where I now lay on my back. She climbed up on it and placed her feet either side of my head and grabbed the ropes that were binding my arms, to steady herself. She actually giggled as she lowered her pussy onto my face. I don't think this was meant to humiliate me, but rather because she was enjoying herself. As Gabby lowered herself into a squatting position, her flaps pealed open exposing her open cunt hole and the hood of covering her clit slipped up, revealing her swollen button. She stopped so that her waxed box was millimetres from my mouth and the only way I could possibly touch it was to extend my tongue. "Now lick it all up like a good boy", ordered Trudy again giggling from the effect of alcohol and sex. I knew I had to obey and stuck my tongue out to meet her smooth, wet skin. Despite my situation, I wanted to please my mistresses and licked Gabby's outer lips with long slow strokes. I was surprised that the taste was not too offensive, in fact it was only slightly salty and tremendously erotic. Gabby moved her hips ever so slightly so that my tongue reached every inch of her smooth labia majora. She moved her feet apart a little and her hole opened a bit more and she leant forward so that my tongue slid onto her throbbing clit. "Make sure you pay particular attention to that area, boy. It needs to be cleaned very well", ordered Gabby in a husky voice, the giggling had now disappeared. Her wish was my command (or vice versa) and lapped her clit with long caresses, using the flat of my tongue. She lowered again, almost imperceptibly and I was able to take her most sensitive spot into my mouth. I sucked Gabby's clit and she gasped. "That's it boy, but lick it while you suck it", Trudy commanded. Again I obeyed her instructions and moved the point of my tongue backwards and forwards across her clitoris as I sucked on it, making loud slurping noises. Trudy pushed her hips forward again, pressing her cunt onto my mouth, grabbed my hair in one hand and yelled, "Don't stop you worm. I'm going to cum on your face." Cum she did, yelling obscenities out to the other two women about how she was creaming in my mouth. She ground herself onto my face and I could feel her cunt spasm against my lips as her juices flowed into my mouth. I kept sucking and licking, drinking her juices down my throat, as she threshed about until she could take no more. She stood bolt upright and shook herself mumbling something about 'needing that so badly' to herself. Kasey leant over me, jiggling her tits in my face, teasing me with her hard nipples. "A job well done slave. Let's see how you cope with the next test", she said in an almost mocking tone. She then climbed onto the table and crouched over my captive cock. She also used the ropes to steady herself so that only her pussy flaps were brushing against the purple helmet of my aching cock. While she was doing that, Trudy walked over to the bowl that Gabby had recently pissed in. She crouched over it, but instead of pointing her pussy into the bowl, she leant back on her hands so that her cunt was pointing upwards. Trudy had taken my attention away from Kasey momentarily, but my cock's attention was completely on the feather like stroking of her lips when she let go of the ropes and impaled herself to the hilt on my shaft. My body jolted from the magical feeling of her silky cunt sliding down so quickly and also the pain I felt as her fleshy cheeks hit my protruding balls. "Now worm, my cunt is going to work its magic on your unworthy little peenie while Trudy puts on a little show for you. Your task is to make sure you don't taint my pure pussy with your disgusting issue." I thought to myself that it would be impossible to cum while my cock and balls were harnessed as they were, when Kasey started to work her cunt muscles. Kasey works her vaginal muscles regularly, performing pelvic floor exercises whenever she can. In fact she told me that when she's driving, she squeezes them every time she passes a white car, which must be interesting when she drives past a wedding procession. The feeling of Kasey squeezing my cock was exquisite enough, but when Trudy started her show, I began to worry that my scrotum might burst, with no way for my semen to escape through its normal avenue. The head of my cock was right at the entrance of Kasey's womb as she began to massage it. Trudy's pussy was split in two as she let her bladder release and a fountain of piss plumed upwards. This was definitely not Trudy's first piss of the night, as the stream was as clear as spring water. When it reached its peak it began to pour back over her open pussy and without doubt some of the hot liquid entered her open hole. She then leant solely on her left hand and her right hand snaked underneath her and the middle finger of that hand teased her puckered arsehole. She rubbed the piss that was flowing down her crack over her rosebud before plunging her finger deep inside. My eyes were transfixed on the display before me, but my cock was concentrating on the treatment Kasey's well trained vagina was giving it. I knew I couldn't last much longer, but no longer cared where my spunk would end up, forgetting the task I had been given. As Trudy kept finger fucking her tight arse, I felt Kasey's kneading change. No longer was it measured contractions squeezing my cock, but rather the uncontrolled spasms of an immense and (judging by the sounds coming from Kasey) enjoyable orgasm. I could feel Kasey's juices pouring over my balls and even streaming over my arsehole as my own orgasm hit. My cock jerked inside Kasey and I could feel the powerful feelings of cumming, but also incredible pain in my balls as my cream was prevented from being released by the cock rings which restrained my balls and penis. Kasey leaned back, her eyes shut and my still erect tool deep inside her. Even though her orgasm had subsided I could still feel her cunt walls twitching. She looked over at Trudy and announced, "Well he definitely came, but I'll need you to check that he didn't release any of his slime inside me." She lifted herself off my cock, which was still rock hard. Not only could I not release my spunk, but the blood was also trapped in my shaft and helmet. Kasey sat on my stomach sideways and spread her legs wide. Trudy came and knelt before her, looking me in the eye with an evil glance as she leaned forward to press her mouth against my slave's lips. Trudy 's mouth made sloppy slurping noises for some time before extracting herself from Kasey's box and announcing "I can, without doubt, taste the dirty bastard's seed in amongst your sweet nectar, Mistress. He will have to be punished." It was with a mixture of excitement and apprehension that I wondered what my punishment was to be. Role Reversal Ch. 03 It was with a mixture of excitement and apprehension that I wondered what my punishment was to be. Trudy continued to eat Kasey's cunt and despite enjoying the sensations of another female tongue inside her, Kasey pushed Trudy's head away and jumped off the table (and my stomach). She grabbed Trudy by the wrist and brought her around to where my head lay. Kasey sneered as she said "Now you be a good boy and clean Trudy up, while Gabby and I prepare you for your punishment." Trudy climbed onto the table and squatted over my face, using the ropes binding me for support and balance, like Gabby before her. She lowered herself so that her pussy lips were about six inches from my mouth and ordered, "Stick that tongue of yours out as far as you can and make it nice and stiff." Not being in a position to argue, I obeyed my orders and Trudy sat straight down on it. Her wet pussy lips travelled down its length and she buried my tongue deep inside her soft hole. "Lick it clean, worm boy", Trudy ordered and again I obeyed dutifully, licking backwards and forwards, in and out, tasting her cunt juice mixed with her piss. Trudy groaned in ecstasy as I cleaned her pussy out and she rubbed her cunt up and down my face, making sure that at least the very tip of my tongue remained inside her. I could feel her cunt starting to spasm, when she lifted herself off my face and hovered inches above it. At the same time, I could feel lubricant being applied to my desensitized cock. I could feel a slippery hand moving up and down over my helmet, but could feel no real sensation. The hand then began to move over my waxed balls when Trudy tilted back a little so that her puckered anus was over my tongue. "I got piss on my little arsehole, boy. You need to lick it all off and make sure you take your time." Again, this was not a major drama for me, I quite like licking woman's arseholes, especially when they react like Trudy. I slowly dragged my tongue across tight hole, feeling the roughness of my tongue catching on her brown puckers. As this happened, Trudy's arsehole reacted almost violently, twitching with pleasure. At the same time my own arsehole reacted violently to the oiled finger which was being pushed into it. I knew it wasn't Kasey's finger in my arse, I'd felt that many times in the past as she massaged my prostate, while bringing me to explosive orgasms inside her mouth. I tried to pull away, but couldn't move due to the combination of the ropes that bound my hands and feet and Trudy pushing down on my tongue, forcing it inside her anus. A flood of sensations passed over me simultaneously. The pain of first one finger inside my tight hole and then another, the revulsion of my tongue inside Trudy's chocolate hole, as she moved the tight silky sheath up and down my tongue and the eroticism of the whole situation. Despite this, my cock remained hard yet unfeeling. I was brought back to the horror of my situation when Trudy moved off my face and I saw Kasey standing beside me with her thick 8 inch strap on dildo in her hand. Calmly and evenly Kasey said, "You love fucking my arse, let's see if you like a thick cock up yours as much as I love one up me." She then laughed saying, "The only difference is that you know how much I love the pain." I struggled fruitlessly against my bonds and my head pounded at the thought of that chunky weapon being forced inside me. Trudy sat back down on me so that her clit was in my mouth. She growled, "Suck it and lick it at the same time, worm." I did this happily, not only because I enjoy sucking clit, but also to take my mind off what was ahead. I sucked and licked at Trudy's clit, almost forgetting my predicament as I savoured the taste of her juices which were now flowing freely. I was brought back to reality as I felt something hard being pressed against my arsehole. It pushed through a few inches and I was pleasantly surprised at how well I took it. It wasn't half as painful as I imagined. I then felt vibrations inside me and realized that Kasey had put her strap-on backwards. The way her strap-on works is that she has a thinner, shorter vibrating end that usually goes inside the 'fucker's' pussy so that she receives intense pleasure as she fucks the 'fuckee' with the thick eight inch cock. I actually began to enjoy the sensation of being fucked in the arse with the vibrator, when Trudy stood up on the table. They all laughed at my obvious relief, before Trudy looked down at me and spat, "It's not over yet, you turd." She walked backwards down the table and squatted again, this time over my swollen cock "Wipe that oil off his cock, Gabby. I'll show him what pain is." With that, Gabby wiped the lubricant off my cock with a towel, until it was completely dry. My cock head was still completely desensitized, that was until Trudy grabbed my shaft and placed the pointy bit against the entrance to her anus. With one hand still balancing herself on the rope, she sat straight down, taking my entire cock up her arse in one fell swoop. The groan then whimper that came from Trudy was deafening, but probably not as loud as my own and pain seared through my entire body. Sitting down like that had pulled my foreskin to it's limit and then kept going. I had no doubt that my cock would be bleeding (although I discovered later that is wasn't). The other effect the pain had was to bring my cock back to life and as Trudy sat on it, her bowels contracting and letting go in quick succession, my cock jerked in answer to it. It seemed that the pain had brought all other sensations back to the normally sensitive, spongy flesh. When she came back to her own senses, a wicked grin spread on her face and she cackled, "Kasey's not the only one who likes pain and I see that a little bit of pain doesn't hurt you either. Now you can feel what it's like to have your arse fucked, while my arse fucks your cock. There is a down side though, worm." Turning to Kasey, Trudy said "Why don't you push that thing in him and show him what we mean, Mistress?" Kasey pushed the rubber vibrator deeper inside me and soon her belly pushed my balls against Trudy's fleshy arse cheeks and the pain was immense, far worse than having anything pushed up my arse or having an unlubricated arsehole impale my dry cock. Fortunately for me, my equipment is precious to Kasey and she didn't want to do me any permanent damage so she time her forward strokes with Trudy up strokes and my balls weren't squashed again. In fact I began to enjoy the feeling of the vibrator being fucked in and out of my tight arse while Trudy fucked my cock with her own tight arsehole. Trudy started panting hard and bouncing up and down my pole much quicker. I could also feel a change in what Kasey was doing. I could see in one of the many mirrors in the dungeon that she had grabbed hold of the join in the strap on so that it stayed still inside my brown hole as she fucked her cunt up and down its length. I had no doubt her clit was rubbing along its veined length as she did so. Trudy sat down completely on my meat and started rubbing her clit like a mad woman. She rocked on my cock so that there was still a slight fucking motion, her face grimacing. I could see from Kasey's movements that she was close to cumming. Suddenly all movement from Trudy stopped except for her hand rubbing her button and her arsehole, which was now clamping tight on my pole and then releasing it at the speed of light. Under normal circumstances, I'd now be shooting my cream deep inside her bowels, but I just laid back and enjoyed it. I could feel the vibrator part of the strap-on being withdrawn from inside me and looked into the mirror to see Kasey fucking herself with the large portion, as if she were committing Hari Kari. Her legs were clearly buckling under her as her orgasm hit her, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I was drawn back to Trudy as by her girl spunk squirting onto my stomach. She was now a quivering mess as orgasm after orgasm hit her, her arsehole still spasming around my dick. I now wondered what Gabby had been doing while all this was going on. I was soon to discover the answer.