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“See you later babe?” He leaned in to kiss his girlfriend, still tangled in bedsheets
“Wouldn’t miss it honey” she said sleepily, bringing him into an embrace, feeling his weight settle on top of her.
**CLANK** came from their crotches as his plastic cock cage met her steel chastity belt- wrapping themselves together for an intimate embrace, groins rubbing together- their hips instinctively but futilely rapping against each in desperate urge to mate.
Brad and Maria, you see were both switches, not just able to take pleasure in both submission and domination but fiercely desiring the alternating experience of Top and bottom. To keep their kink exciting and varied they’d come up with a weekly ritual. Monday through Wednesday they were like any other 30-some couple- working, seeing friends, snuggling to Netflix. On Thursday morning, they donned their chastity devices- a discrete cock cage for Brad, a slimline metal chastity belt for Maria and exchanged keys, each wearing the others key on a necklace to prevent cheating.
Thursday night was teasing night- hot and steamy make outs, playing and arousing each others bodies, nipples, necks and ears- edging a deep desire into their locked-away cock pressing against the cage, and helpless wet pussy, juices trickling through the metal belt that would not be satisfied that night. Eventually exhausted and aroused they would sleep fitfully. Friday morning always saw Brad wake first- his morning wood transformed into excruciating pain as his 8 inch hardening cock was confined to a 3 inch cage, the unstoppable force of his erection hitting the immovable plastic barrier, his engorgement causing the anchoring base ring to painfully pull his balls away from his body till pain caused him to shrink once more.
Late-rising, red-haired Maria used to quite enjoy the grunts and curses he made, but now she preferred to fall back asleep, as she had done this morning. She liked to shower in her own time, fingers working as best as they could round the confines of her belt (but never able to quite touch her clit) and then send a topless selfie to Brad as he commuted into work- the sight of her slick and full breasts on his phone often provoking a grunt of involuntary pain to startle his fellow train commuters. He would then retaliate by texting back a filthy idea into her mind- the feel of his knuckle curling into g-spot perhaps and she would gush again and need to clean her arousal from her thighs once more.
No, the real anticipation was the Friday Night Coin Toss. Horny and aroused from 36 hours of joint chastity, the two switches were worked up and eager. Each Friday evening they rushed home and stood in the living room facing each other. Alternating each week, they would take a large commemorative silver coin and one would call “Heads I win” and flip it in the air- their eyes eagerly tracking each spin till it was caught in hand and revealed. Whoever won the toss would be the dominant for the weekend, the loser their sub. After one run of particularly sustained bad luck they’d agreed that should one of them lose for 3 weeks consecutively then on the 4th week they would automatically win, since they whole idea was to switch things up.
Tonight was blond haired Brad’s turn to call. Average looks and height, 32, but with a cocky smile stemming from an 8 inch dick and a lot of self confidence, he had charmed his way into a number of panties until he’d met Maria on Fetlife, drawn to each other by their relatively uncommon identity as switches. Maria was a little shorter than him, red-haired with a husky Russian accent to her English. Her generous and large nippled rosy breasts were her sexual weapons, though often hidden beneath scarf’s or baggy sweaters they were a secret treasure usually only shared with Brad. Escaping the craziness of Putin’s Russia she’d moved countries and started to explore her desires in the relatively more open West. Far from her family, and sometimes struggling to make friends, she’d been the first to suggest that they couple up and live together once their relationship seemed firm.
“Heads, I win.” he said, sending the coin spinning into the air.
Their eyes tracked it- eager, anxious. What would it come up as?
TAILS
Maria smiled, and exhaled. A cruel smile touched her lips – she’d had some ideas this week.
“Key” she barked, and Brad quickly took the key to her belt that hung around his neck and released her from the steel belt, though she retained her blouse and skirt.
“Collar” - he scurried to their toy box and came back with the steel collar and padlock for it.
“Strip and kneel!” she commanded. He did so hurriedly, his own cock shrinking a little in it’s plastic cage as cool air bathed it when he took off his pants. He knelt before her and proffered up the steel collar in both hands as an offering to his Goddess. His mouth moistened with nerves- what cruelties did she have in store for him this weekend?
She towered above him and the steel collar fastened around his neck.
Click it fastened and she added the key for it to the chain already controlling his cage. A single fingertip under his chin tilted up his face till his eyes met hers, high above.
“For as long as you wear this collar, then you will obey my every word. Your safe-word to pause play and negotiate is ‘Amber.’ If you say ‘Red’, then I will uncollar you and end it all. Do you understand, worm?”
“Yes Goddess” he whimpered.
“Good “she said with a smile. “Now eat me!”
Maria’s pussy, slick since the coin toss now started to really get wet. She’d been horny and denied for days and now finally she could take the edge off. Sitting back in the couch, she raised and spread her legs, resting calves on her slave’s broad shoulders. Her hands dragged his head between her thighs and she ground her bare pussy against his face, his tongue darting in and licking where it could as she humped against his chin and lips for her own selfish pleasure, using him as a masturbatory tool. She wanted to cum. Needed to cum… Ah God, that was good- right there. Her pussy clenched in pleasure as her denied clit got the pressure it needed and she exploded against his face.
She looked down between her legs, he was red faced, wet with her juices, panting slightly as he caught his breath- she must have pressed him deep into her pussy for over a minute as she came, her hips had tightened around him, cutting off his oxygen. Her first orgasm in over two days- it’d taken the edge off, but it wouldn't the be the last.
“Lick slave” she commanded, and Brad bent back in between her legs, pointing his tongue to lick up the stray juices on her thighs, foreplay as his flickering mouth danced around her lips. Another tug on his hair and he got to applying his tongue within her pussy- licking her sensitive flesh within and without, withdrawing occasionally to lick and suck upon her clit. She lay back and rejoiced in his oral worship. Naked, collared, caged, he pleasured her on his knees, hands behind his back. Was there anything better in life than to be pleasured by your sub? With no expectation in the moment to reciprocate, was this what being a man felt like?
Leaning back, eyes closing, she daydreamed and relaxed as he toiled away for her pleasure, bringing her to several toe-curling but less hurried orgasms. At one point her mother telephoned, and she took the call on her mobile- whilst hearing of family developments in Moscow, she kept one hand twined in Brad’s hair, directing him to keep licking. During the week he sometimes got annoyed when her mother made long calls at inconvenient times, but now any protest was well muffled by her dripping cunt. His tongue tired and grew swollen as the licking progressed into a second hour, the phone call seeming never to end, but whenever he slackened, her hand tightened in his hair, the pain in his scalp redoubling his efforts to please. She never quite came while distracted by speaking, but a few times she had to mute her phone and listen to her mother natter while she gasped and moaned.
At last the call ended, and after enjoying her fifth and final orgasm, Maria arose and had her slave clean her in the shower. It was now almost traditional that the Friday Night Coin Toss usually soon resulted in one of them tasting the sweaty, denied genitals of the other, but once that was done, then it was far more pleasant to play with clean bodiesthroughout the night. He towelled her, gently drying her and fetching her new clothes. He was kept naked, collared and cock-caged, though with one addition after bathing. Bent over the bathroom sink, she dabbed a little lube and worked in a bulbous butt plug with horse-hair tail. She loved to see that tail swish back and forth as he crawled around the apartment (she’d forbidden him to stand or walk) as he cooked and made ready dinner. Plus he’d need his ass prepared for later. She’d considered a cock-gag too, but she didn’t want him to drool in her food, much as the thought of penetrating his body even more excited her .
Dinner was excellent – she sat alone at the table, eating the steak and potato’s he’d prepared for her. He knelt beneath the table, her legs resting on his back. From time to time she’d share a scrap under the table and he’d press his lips to her hand, eating it from her fingers. Once she finished her wine, she poured the dregs of the bottle into a saucer on the floor and watched him lap it up messily like a dog. Some splashed over onto the floor and he looked up, ashamed and guilt-struck. Her silent finger pointed again and he sucked it up before it could stain, licking the carpet clean with an already swollen tongue. She left him to clean up and prepare their bedroom.
Her hungers satisfied for now, pleased at how obedient he was, she relaxed on the sofa once more, eventually calling him over to be her masseuse. His hands massaged her feet and legs, easing out the stresses of the week. Now she felt ready to explore her darker, more sadistic desires. The clench in her pussy from making him hers, in the most primal way.
Taking things into their bedroom/playroom she first removed his tail eliciting a grunt and had him stretch face-down upon the bed, binding his hands together- checking in with him as she did. Now was the time to honour the other half of the Domme/sub relationship – lavishing some attention and sensation (however painful) upon the bottom. Maria had visited the manicurist just last week and now meant to use her nails- running them up and down Brads bound shoulders, back, glutes and legs. Up and down her nails went, leaving trails of 8 parallel lines lines scored upon his skin. Brad shuddered- it both tickled and scratched, like the most sensitive rake upon his skin. He caught the scent of her perfume and his hips humped into the mattress as his caged dick tried to stiffen once more. Behind him, she silently undressed.
“You like that slave?” she whispered into his ear, stretching herself on top of him, getting as much skin to skin contact as possible.
“Mmm – yes Goddess” he said, her weight pressing him into the bed. He thought he could feel her large nipples pressing into his shoulder blades amidst the weight of her breasts.Her fingernails scored along both his own forearms and shoulder as she raked them back
“But you cant see your Goddess. Don't you want to see me you unworthy … bitch.” she purred into his ear, before giving a quick nip of her sharp teeth on the last word.
“AH!… Yes Goddess”
“Well tough- you don’t deserve to! But you can look at yourself. Take this hand-mirror and keep looking at it- no closing your eyes. If I look at it, and I cant see your eye’s staring back, then you know what will happen...” SMACK! “...this.”
“Yes Goddess” he murmured- his hands bound together in front of him made it awkward to hold the mirror but it was still possible.
“Now little worm. Time to make you squirm” She stood and in the periphery of the mirror he was able to take in the beauty of his gorgeous Goddess and her hourglass figure. One more his hips drove uselessly into the mattress, desperate for sensation on his cock. She left the room for a minute and when she returned, her silhouette had changed. Now a large, black 10 inch strap-on bounced from her waist, like a jaunty and god-like hard on. In her other hand was lube dispenser. The mattress dipped as she rejoined him on the bed, and goosebumps rose on his flesh.
Husky and close her voice whispered in his ear, as her hand and oh-so-scratchy finger nails stroked and then circled around his clenching buttocks. “It’s been a while little slave hasn’t it? You’ve been getting all cocky and thinking you are a real boy haven’t you?
“Err. No Goddess? I’m sorry Goddess if I have?”
“You’ve forgotten who has the big swinging dick haven’t you? Who has the bigger cock?” - he felt a trickle of cool liquid across his hole, then her fingers plunging into him, probing and spreading the lube into the depths of him before withdrawing.
“No Goddess, you have the bigger cock.” he admitted, his own confined to the 3 inch cage, suddenly hot and tight
“That’s right. And in every relationship, one person sticks their big cock in and the other gets owned. One person has the biggest cock and the other doesnt. What happens to little losers like that? They get penetrated right? If their tiny cock is no good, then all they are good for is taking it in their holes, right? Makes them their bitch... right”
“Yes Goddess”
“Now what does that make you?” She asked. In the mirror he could see her kneeling behind him. Her hands guided his hips up till he was on all fours. In the mirror all he could see was his face staring back at him, her breasts and red hair somewhere above him”
“UGHH!” - She drove in, black strap-on first pressing, then plunging into the crack of his ass.
“Your bitch, GODDESS!” he cried. That first thrust wasnt gentle. It was violating and possessive, an intentional reminder of who was doing the fucking and who the fuckee. Despite the earlier tail-plug and the lube, his ass spasmed and tightened around it- but she leaned in, her weight driving the 10-inch dildo into his depths, then she held it there. It went against all the advice on gently ramping up anal sex, but she wanted him to feel it, and for that feeling to linger within him for the weekends. To sting. This wasnt about a modern man enjoying being pegged- this was about taking and owning- marking her property by violating a reluctant sphincters integrity- exerting her will over his body. Owning his asshole. Making him the bitch.
He somehow still stared into the handmirror, whitened knuckles clutching it in a death-grip. She could see his reflection, just as he could- the widening of the eyes, the lips of his mouth pouting into a pained O-shape, eyebrows pressing together, the pain-wrinkles in his suddenly sweaty forehead, the tendons of his neck straining against his metal collar. She was making him see himself as she claimed him, buggered him, owned him. She was making him witness his own pain and humiliation as he was taken. Sodomised. Bitch-fucked.
“Who owns your ass?” She cried, slapping his flank as she thrust again- “SMACK!”
“You own my bitch ass, Goddess!” her bitch cried.
“Who am I?”
“My Goddess. You own me.”
“Who are you?”
“Your bitch. Your one and only slave bitch…!”
Now she pegged him more slowly- withdrawing and then pressing in slowly, gradually building up speed, their hips getting into tempo. His balls and cock cage now slapping back and forth into first his navel then back into her harness.
“Ugh.. ugh.. ugh” he grunted with every pounding thrust, desperate to close his eyes, but still fighting to look into the mirror and see his own possessed expression. Her hands and nails raked down his back and he reared a little, but she got a grip of his collar and pushed him back down into the bed. Face into the pillow, which he tried not to bite.
Slap … Slap … slap went the strap-on into his flesh, echoed a second later by the swinging cage. Now a wriggly, slippery feeling of euphoria grew in his stomach- the strap-on was rubbing against his prostrate.
“Aaaggh Goddess… I’m cumming!”
Despite the confining cage, and lack of any hard erection, the pressure on his prostrate was driving the semen from him, dribbling through the pee-hole in his cage. Her hand reached around, cupping and collecting, till it ran with white goo.
“Eat it bitch! Good bitches clean up their nasty mess”
“Must I Goddess?” he whined in revulsion - her hand rose up to his mouth, her cock still, but still deep within him
“SMACK” - another blow to his ass from her spare hand reminded him who was boss. Grimacing he opened his mouth, tongue tentatively flicking towards the somewhat bleachy smelling ejaculate.
She helped pour it into his open mouth, he gagged as the viscous fluid coated his throat then held our her splayed fingers so he could lick clean the residue.
“That’s my good little cum-swallowing bitch” she crooned into his ear.
“I’m your good cum-eating bitch” he repeated.
“Good girl” she said, emasculating him with two simple words.
As Maria rode his ass into the night, she realised what she enjoyed about pegging, particular when she spun him round and could see his face clearly. With his legs held akimbo and hands still bound he was utterly helpless- she set the pace of the fucking, and she experimented with the grunts and squeaks she could elicit from him as she varied her thrusts- faster and slower. His breathing and sounds and whole body responding to her thrusts and withdrawals. Sure there was some friction against her mound, a delicious pressure against her clit when her cock encountered resistance, but what really made her wet was the control she had over her oh-so-vulnerable splayed out bitch. She set the pace- she could make him squeal or grunt or sigh in disappointment. She dispensed pain or pleasure at her whim- he just had to take it. She had the power of a Goddess over his vulnerable body. This must really be what a man felt like when fuck and she revelled in it. Fucking rather than fucked.
Sweaty and exhausted, she eventually withdrew from him, and unstrapping the cock, she lay in bed, letting him lick, kiss and worship her divine body in gratitude till she came again. Theirenergy exhausted, she fell asleep around his curled body, she was the big spoon holding him in her arms. During the night he moaned and jerked as a nocturnal erection fought against his still locked cage. Bleary eyed and both half asleep, she pulled on the discarded strap-on once more, re-lubed and still spooning pressed into his ass once more- driving the semen from his hard-on by grinding against his prostate and settling him back to sleep in the wet spot, but she never withdraw her cock from his ass and they fell back to sleep still joined at the hip. Her bitch regretted it in the morning, the lube drying and his ass clamping around the 6 inches of cock still inside him. Gingerly and with several whimpers he unpeeled himself from her cock and embrace and rushed to the toilet and soothing balms. He’d return later, having cleaned and cleansed, tidying up the bedroom and preparing orange juice and toast for his Goddess.
She awoke to the pleasant sensation of her bitch gently lapping at her pussy. Her wake-up cunnilingus. Carefully avoiding putting any weight on her, he knelt under the bed clothes and used a flickering, feathery tongue to tease and please her awake. Her hand snaked beneath the bedsheets, hand firm on his head and pushed him deeper, setting the pace and depth of his wake up.
As she shivered and moaned, she thought ahead of the day she had planned. Some more pampering massages, perhaps a bit of a workout with cane and whip upon his back and butt. It would count towards both her cardio goals and get his blood racing! After lunch, she might try some scientific experiments. Does a 30 clothes-peg zipper line cause twice as much pain as a 15 peg line? How many weights could she clamp to his balls or nipples before the weight overcame the strength of the clamp?
And then maybe she might give Brad what he must had wanted so much for 3 days- to be unlocked from his chastity and have her spend some quality time with that cock he’d been so proud of- though by the end of it he’d wish she’d just left him locked and thrown away the key. She might even let him stroke himself to erection before she securely bound his hands away from his desperate cock. Then she would answer one of the oldest paradoxes in science. What happens when unstoppable force meets immovable object?
In this case the scientific research would be to discover what the largest sound she could thread deep into his pisshole and down his shaft would be- big enough to block and stretch the whole channel- her immovable object. The unstoppable force would be the flood of sperm that his desperate balls shot out when a sodomising vibrator ran against his prostrate at full force as she whispered dark depravities into his ear. Would the orgasmic force shoot out the sound like a spear, or would the levee hold and blast it back into his balls? Science demanded an answer! Her sadism would ensure it!
Plus it would remind her little bitch than when he was sub, he would only ever cum from being penetrated. That would keep him in his sub-space place. As she mulled the days erotic adventures, her back arced and breath gasped. Oh. Oh! Yes, his tongue was right where it needed to be. Her hand tightened on his head, keeping him exactly where her clit needed… OH! God! OH!
It was always good to be the Top. What would have have happened if the coin had spun once more and it had come up Heads instead?…..
FIND OUT IN…..Part 2 – Heads I Win.
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Couple of Switches
By Voyeur
July 2020
A Tale of 2 Outcomes – Tails.
“See you later babe?” He leaned in to kiss his girlfriend, still tangled in bedsheets
“Wouldn’t miss it honey” she said sleepily, bringing him into an embrace, feeling his weight settle on top of her.
**CLANK** came from their crotches as his plastic cock cage met her steel chastity belt- wrapping themselves together for an intimate embrace, groins rubbing together- their hips instinctively but futilely rapping against each in desperate urge to mate.
Brad and Maria, you see were both switches, not just able to take pleasure in both submission and domination but fiercely desiring the alternating experience of Top and bottom. To keep their kink exciting and varied they’d come up with a weekly ritual. Monday through Wednesday they were like any other 30-some couple- working, seeing friends, snuggling to Netflix. On Thursday morning, they donned their chastity devices- a discrete cock cage for Brad, a slimline metal chastity belt for Maria and exchanged keys, each wearing the others key on a necklace to prevent cheating.
Thursday night was teasing night- hot and steamy make outs, playing and arousing each others bodies, nipples, necks and ears- edging a deep desire into their locked-away cock pressing against the cage, and helpless wet pussy, juices trickling through the metal belt that would not be satisfied that night. Eventually exhausted and aroused they would sleep fitfully. Friday morning always saw Brad wake first- his morning wood transformed into excruciating pain as his 8 inch hardening cock was confined to a 3 inch cage, the unstoppable force of his erection hitting the immovable plastic barrier, his engorgement causing the anchoring base ring to painfully pull his balls away from his body till pain caused him to shrink once more.
Late-rising, red-haired Maria used to quite enjoy the grunts and curses he made, but now she preferred to fall back asleep, as she had done this morning. She liked to shower in her own time, fingers working as best as they could round the confines of her belt (but never able to quite touch her clit) and then send a topless selfie to Brad as he commuted into work- the sight of her slick and full breasts on his phone often provoking a grunt of involuntary pain to startle his fellow train commuters. He would then retaliate by texting back a filthy idea into her mind- the feel of his knuckle curling into g-spot perhaps and she would gush again and need to clean her arousal from her thighs once more.
No, the real anticipation was the Friday Night Coin Toss. Horny and aroused from 36 hours of joint chastity, the two switches were worked up and eager. Each Friday evening they rushed home and stood in the living room facing each other. Alternating each week, they would take a large commemorative silver coin and one would call “Heads I win” and flip it in the air- their eyes eagerly tracking each spin till it was caught in hand and revealed. Whoever won the toss would be the dominant for the weekend, the loser their sub. After one run of particularly sustained bad luck they’d agreed that should one of them lose for 3 weeks consecutively then on the 4th week they would automatically win, since they whole idea was to switch things up.
Tonight was blond haired Brad’s turn to call. Average looks and height, 32, but with a cocky smile stemming from an 8 inch dick and a lot of self confidence, he had charmed his way into a number of panties until he’d met Maria on Fetlife, drawn to each other by their relatively uncommon identity as switches. Maria was a little shorter than him, red-haired with a husky Russian accent to her English. Her generous and large nippled rosy breasts were her sexual weapons, though often hidden beneath scarf’s or baggy sweaters they were a secret treasure usually only shared with Brad. Escaping the craziness of Putin’s Russia she’d moved countries and started to explore her desires in the relatively more open West. Far from her family, and sometimes struggling to make friends, she’d been the first to suggest that they couple up and live together once their relationship seemed firm.
“Heads, I win.” he said, sending the coin spinning into the air.
Their eyes tracked it- eager, anxious. What would it come up as?
TAILS
Maria smiled, and exhaled. A cruel smile touched her lips – she’d had some ideas this week.
“Key” she barked, and Brad quickly took the key to her belt that hung around his neck and released her from the steel belt, though she retained her blouse and skirt.
“Collar” - he scurried to their toy box and came back with the steel collar and padlock for it.
“Strip and kneel!” she commanded. He did so hurriedly, his own cock shrinking a little in it’s plastic cage as cool air bathed it when he took off his pants. He knelt before her and proffered up the steel collar in both hands as an offering to his Goddess. His mouth moistened with nerves- what cruelties did she have in store for him this weekend?
She towered above him and the steel collar fastened around his neck.
Click it fastened and she added the key for it to the chain already controlling his cage. A single fingertip under his chin tilted up his face till his eyes met hers, high above.
“For as long as you wear this collar, then you will obey my every word. Your safe-word to pause play and negotiate is ‘Amber.’ If you say ‘Red’, then I will uncollar you and end it all. Do you understand, worm?”
“Yes Goddess” he whimpered.
“Good “she said with a smile. “Now eat me!”
Maria’s pussy, slick since the coin toss now started to really get wet. She’d been horny and denied for days and now finally she could take the edge off. Sitting back in the couch, she raised and spread her legs, resting calves on her slave’s broad shoulders. Her hands dragged his head between her thighs and she ground her bare pussy against his face, his tongue darting in and licking where it could as she humped against his chin and lips for her own selfish pleasure, using him as a masturbatory tool. She wanted to cum. Needed to cum… Ah God, that was good- right there. Her pussy clenched in pleasure as her denied clit got the pressure it needed and she exploded against his face.
She looked down between her legs, he was red faced, wet with her juices, panting slightly as he caught his breath- she must have pressed him deep into her pussy for over a minute as she came, her hips had tightened around him, cutting off his oxygen. Her first orgasm in over two days- it’d taken the edge off, but it wouldn't the be the last.
“Lick slave” she commanded, and Brad bent back in between her legs, pointing his tongue to lick up the stray juices on her thighs, foreplay as his flickering mouth danced around her lips. Another tug on his hair and he got to applying his tongue within her pussy- licking her sensitive flesh within and without, withdrawing occasionally to lick and suck upon her clit. She lay back and rejoiced in his oral worship. Naked, collared, caged, he pleasured her on his knees, hands behind his back. Was there anything better in life than to be pleasured by your sub? With no expectation in the moment to reciprocate, was this what being a man felt like?
Leaning back, eyes closing, she daydreamed and relaxed as he toiled away for her pleasure, bringing her to several toe-curling but less hurried orgasms. At one point her mother telephoned, and she took the call on her mobile- whilst hearing of family developments in Moscow, she kept one hand twined in Brad’s hair, directing him to keep licking. During the week he sometimes got annoyed when her mother made long calls at inconvenient times, but now any protest was well muffled by her dripping cunt. His tongue tired and grew swollen as the licking progressed into a second hour, the phone call seeming never to end, but whenever he slackened, her hand tightened in his hair, the pain in his scalp redoubling his efforts to please. She never quite came while distracted by speaking, but a few times she had to mute her phone and listen to her mother natter while she gasped and moaned.
At last the call ended, and after enjoying her fifth and final orgasm, Maria arose and had her slave clean her in the shower. It was now almost traditional that the Friday Night Coin Toss usually soon resulted in one of them tasting the sweaty, denied genitals of the other, but once that was done, then it was far more pleasant to play with clean bodies throughout the night. He towelled her, gently drying her and fetching her new clothes. He was kept naked, collared and cock-caged, though with one addition after bathing. Bent over the bathroom sink, she dabbed a little lube and worked in a bulbous butt plug with horse-hair tail. She loved to see that tail swish back and forth as he crawled around the apartment (she’d forbidden him to stand or walk) as he cooked and made ready dinner. Plus he’d need his ass prepared for later. She’d considered a cock-gag too, but she didn’t want him to drool in her food, much as the thought of penetrating his body even more excited her .
Dinner was excellent – she sat alone at the table, eating the steak and potato’s he’d prepared for her. He knelt beneath the table, her legs resting on his back. From time to time she’d share a scrap under the table and he’d press his lips to her hand, eating it from her fingers. Once she finished her wine, she poured the dregs of the bottle into a saucer on the floor and watched him lap it up messily like a dog. Some splashed over onto the floor and he looked up, ashamed and guilt-struck. Her silent finger pointed again and he sucked it up before it could stain, licking the carpet clean with an already swollen tongue. She left him to clean up and prepare their bedroom.
Her hungers satisfied for now, pleased at how obedient he was, she relaxed on the sofa once more, eventually calling him over to be her masseuse. His hands massaged her feet and legs, easing out the stresses of the week. Now she felt ready to explore her darker, more sadistic desires. The clench in her pussy from making him hers, in the most primal way.
Taking things into their bedroom/playroom she first removed his tail eliciting a grunt and had him stretch face-down upon the bed, binding his hands together- checking in with him as she did. Now was the time to honour the other half of the Domme/sub relationship – lavishing some attention and sensation (however painful) upon the bottom. Maria had visited the manicurist just last week and now meant to use her nails- running them up and down Brads bound shoulders, back, glutes and legs. Up and down her nails went, leaving trails of 8 parallel lines lines scored upon his skin. Brad shuddered- it both tickled and scratched, like the most sensitive rake upon his skin. He caught the scent of her perfume and his hips humped into the mattress as his caged dick tried to stiffen once more. Behind him, she silently undressed.
“You like that slave?” she whispered into his ear, stretching herself on top of him, getting as much skin to skin contact as possible.
“Mmm – yes Goddess” he said, her weight pressing him into the bed. He thought he could feel her large nipples pressing into his shoulder blades amidst the weight of her breasts. Her fingernails scored along both his own forearms and shoulder as she raked them back
“But you cant see your Goddess. Don't you want to see me you unworthy … bitch.” she purred into his ear, before giving a quick nip of her sharp teeth on the last word.
“AH!… Yes Goddess”
“Well tough- you don’t deserve to! But you can look at yourself. Take this hand-mirror and keep looking at it- no closing your eyes. If I look at it, and I cant see your eye’s staring back, then you know what will happen...” SMACK! “...this.”
“Yes Goddess” he murmured- his hands bound together in front of him made it awkward to hold the mirror but it was still possible.
“Now little worm. Time to make you squirm” She stood and in the periphery of the mirror he was able to take in the beauty of his gorgeous Goddess and her hourglass figure. One more his hips drove uselessly into the mattress, desperate for sensation on his cock. She left the room for a minute and when she returned, her silhouette had changed. Now a large, black 10 inch strap-on bounced from her waist, like a jaunty and god-like hard on. In her other hand was lube dispenser. The mattress dipped as she rejoined him on the bed, and goosebumps rose on his flesh.
Husky and close her voice whispered in his ear, as her hand and oh-so-scratchy finger nails stroked and then circled around his clenching buttocks. “It’s been a while little slave hasn’t it? You’ve been getting all cocky and thinking you are a real boy haven’t you?
“Err. No Goddess? I’m sorry Goddess if I have?”
“You’ve forgotten who has the big swinging dick haven’t you? Who has the bigger cock?” - he felt a trickle of cool liquid across his hole, then her fingers plunging into him, probing and spreading the lube into the depths of him before withdrawing.
“No Goddess, you have the bigger cock.” he admitted, his own confined to the 3 inch cage, suddenly hot and tight
“That’s right. And in every relationship, one person sticks their big cock in and the other gets owned. One person has the biggest cock and the other doesnt. What happens to little losers like that? They get penetrated right? If their tiny cock is no good, then all they are good for is taking it in their holes, right? Makes them their bitch... right”
“Yes Goddess”
“Now what does that make you?” She asked. In the mirror he could see her kneeling behind him. Her hands guided his hips up till he was on all fours. In the mirror all he could see was his face staring back at him, her breasts and red hair somewhere above him”
“UGHH!” - She drove in, black strap-on first pressing, then plunging into the crack of his ass.
“Your bitch, GODDESS!” he cried. That first thrust wasnt gentle. It was violating and possessive, an intentional reminder of who was doing the fucking and who the fuckee. Despite the earlier tail-plug and the lube, his ass spasmed and tightened around it- but she leaned in, her weight driving the 10-inch dildo into his depths, then she held it there. It went against all the advice on gently ramping up anal sex, but she wanted him to feel it, and for that feeling to linger within him for the weekends. To sting. This wasnt about a modern man enjoying being pegged- this was about taking and owning- marking her property by violating a reluctant sphincters integrity- exerting her will over his body. Owning his asshole. Making him the bitch.
He somehow still stared into the handmirror, whitened knuckles clutching it in a death-grip. She could see his reflection, just as he could- the widening of the eyes, the lips of his mouth pouting into a pained O-shape, eyebrows pressing together, the pain-wrinkles in his suddenly sweaty forehead, the tendons of his neck straining against his metal collar. She was making him see himself as she claimed him, buggered him, owned him. She was making him witness his own pain and humiliation as he was taken. Sodomised. Bitch-fucked.
“Who owns your ass?” She cried, slapping his flank as she thrust again- “SMACK!”
“You own my bitch ass, Goddess!” her bitch cried.
“Who am I?”
“My Goddess. You own me.”
“Who are you?”
“Your bitch. Your one and only slave bitch…!”
Now she pegged him more slowly- withdrawing and then pressing in slowly, gradually building up speed, their hips getting into tempo. His balls and cock cage now slapping back and forth into first his navel then back into her harness.
“Ugh.. ugh.. ugh” he grunted with every pounding thrust, desperate to close his eyes, but still fighting to look into the mirror and see his own possessed expression. Her hands and nails raked down his back and he reared a little, but she got a grip of his collar and pushed him back down into the bed. Face into the pillow, which he tried not to bite.
Slap … Slap … slap went the strap-on into his flesh, echoed a second later by the swinging cage. Now a wriggly, slippery feeling of euphoria grew in his stomach- the strap-on was rubbing against his prostrate.
“Aaaggh Goddess… I’m cumming!”
Despite the confining cage, and lack of any hard erection, the pressure on his prostrate was driving the semen from him, dribbling through the pee-hole in his cage. Her hand reached around, cupping and collecting, till it ran with white goo.
“Eat it bitch! Good bitches clean up their nasty mess”
“Must I Goddess?” he whined in revulsion - her hand rose up to his mouth, her cock still, but still deep within him
“SMACK” - another blow to his ass from her spare hand reminded him who was boss. Grimacing he opened his mouth, tongue tentatively flicking towards the somewhat bleachy smelling ejaculate.
She helped pour it into his open mouth, he gagged as the viscous fluid coated his throat then held our her splayed fingers so he could lick clean the residue.
“That’s my good little cum-swallowing bitch” she crooned into his ear.
“I’m your good cum-eating bitch” he repeated.
“Good girl” she said, emasculating him with two simple words.
As Maria rode his ass into the night, she realised what she enjoyed about pegging, particular when she spun him round and could see his face clearly. With his legs held akimbo and hands still bound he was utterly helpless- she set the pace of the fucking, and she experimented with the grunts and squeaks she could elicit from him as she varied her thrusts- faster and slower. His breathing and sounds and whole body responding to her thrusts and withdrawals. Sure there was some friction against her mound, a delicious pressure against her clit when her cock encountered resistance, but what really made her wet was the control she had over her oh-so-vulnerable splayed out bitch. She set the pace- she could make him squeal or grunt or sigh in disappointment. She dispensed pain or pleasure at her whim- he just had to take it. She had the power of a Goddess over his vulnerable body. This must really be what a man felt like when fuck and she revelled in it. Fucking rather than fucked.
Sweaty and exhausted, she eventually withdrew from him, and unstrapping the cock, she lay in bed, letting him lick, kiss and worship her divine body in gratitude till she came again. Their energy exhausted, she fell asleep around his curled body, she was the big spoon holding him in her arms. During the night he moaned and jerked as a nocturnal erection fought against his still locked cage. Bleary eyed and both half asleep, she pulled on the discarded strap-on once more, re-lubed and still spooning pressed into his ass once more- driving the semen from his hard-on by grinding against his prostate and settling him back to sleep in the wet spot, but she never withdraw her cock from his ass and they fell back to sleep still joined at the hip. Her bitch regretted it in the morning, the lube drying and his ass clamping around the 6 inches of cock still inside him. Gingerly and with several whimpers he unpeeled himself from her cock and embrace and rushed to the toilet and soothing balms. He’d return later, having cleaned and cleansed, tidying up the bedroom and preparing orange juice and toast for his Goddess.
She awoke to the pleasant sensation of her bitch gently lapping at her pussy. Her wake-up cunnilingus. Carefully avoiding putting any weight on her, he knelt under the bed clothes and used a flickering, feathery tongue to tease and please her awake. Her hand snaked beneath the bedsheets, hand firm on his head and pushed him deeper, setting the pace and depth of his wake up.
As she shivered and moaned, she thought ahead of the day she had planned. Some more pampering massages, perhaps a bit of a workout with cane and whip upon his back and butt. It would count towards both her cardio goals and get his blood racing! After lunch, she might try some scientific experiments. Does a 30 clothes-peg zipper line cause twice as much pain as a 15 peg line? How many weights could she clamp to his balls or nipples before the weight overcame the strength of the clamp?
And then maybe she might give Brad what he must had wanted so much for 3 days- to be unlocked from his chastity and have her spend some quality time with that cock he’d been so proud of- though by the end of it he’d wish she’d just left him locked and thrown away the key. She might even let him stroke himself to erection before she securely bound his hands away from his desperate cock. Then she would answer one of the oldest paradoxes in science. What happens when unstoppable force meets immovable object?
In this case the scientific research would be to discover what the largest sound she could thread deep into his pisshole and down his shaft would be- big enough to block and stretch the whole channel- her immovable object. The unstoppable force would be the flood of sperm that his desperate balls shot out when a sodomising vibrator ran against his prostrate at full force as she whispered dark depravities into his ear. Would the orgasmic force shoot out the sound like a spear, or would the levee hold and blast it back into his balls? Science demanded an answer! Her sadism would ensure it!
Plus it would remind her little bitch than when he was sub, he would only ever cum from being penetrated. That would keep him in his sub-space place. As she mulled the days erotic adventures, her back arced and breath gasped. Oh. Oh! Yes, his tongue was right where it needed to be. Her hand tightened on his head, keeping him exactly where her clit needed… OH! God! OH!
It was always good to be the Top. What would have have happened if the coin had spun once more and it had come up Heads instead?…..
FIND OUT IN…..Part 2 – Heads I Win.
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