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Love in Reverse
She was enjoying herself, she realized to her delight and with not a little shock... she was actually enjoying herself. It was mostly, she understood, because of the heat of pure lust that she could feel eminated from his body, even as he moaned and twitched beneath her ministrations, but still, this was more fun than she had imagined it would have been. And she felt a wicked smile curling on her lips, knowing that she was startling him... perhaps even frightening him... with the intensity of her present attentions. And had it really only been two hours since it had begun? It seemed much longer. It seemed timeless. And however long it had been, above all it had been wicked and wanton and heavenly.
It had begun as a shock, for both of them, but mostly for him.
Oh, they had discussed it before, briefly. She had even had him once write a story for her about what it might be like. But when she finally had decided to attempt it, had gathered the instruments she would need and laid out her plans, carefully, step by step, she did so almost with a disbelieving smirk that it would ever come off the way she would have liked it to. But it was, in every detail. In fact, in some ways, it was even better.
She had been in the city for most of the week, enjoying the sights, meeting on-line friends, exploring this strange environment.
And they had spent time together, stealing away to share moments in each others company when nothing else was planned for her. It was lovely, and the electricty between them had been just as strong in person. She had surrended her body and soul to him and her reward had been a shattering night of purest lust and the essense of gentle love.
He had quickly brushed against her limits of endurance and gently pushed her beyond them, turning the next entire day into a swirl of wanton abandon and giggling fulfillment. And again, at other times they had enjoyed their deepening relationship. But then, as her time was drawing to a close, she had gone to lunch with a couple of friends she had originally met on-line, and blushingly mentioned her curiosity about that other side of things. They knew him as well, and all had shared a giggle over the image. And then they had encouraged her... if she wanted to... do it. And with a smile, and a faint throbbing deep in her sex, she had decided she would. She had slipped from the chair at the restaurant where they were sharing a quiet lunch, and went to the phone. When he answered, she had automatically addressed him with the repectful 'Sir', as always... but then she suddenly heard herself beginning to tell him what she wanted him to do... she was instructing him... and with a tingle along her spine and the noticable budding up of her nipples she realized she was enjoying it... His breathing deepened as she knew he was realizing what was happening, and although his tone remained low and even, she could hear it recede slightly, taking on an awed and humble edge.
"Yes" he had acknowledged, when she had finished telling him where she wanted him and exactly when, and how prepared.
"Yes what?" she heard herself say into the phone, a disapproving tinge to her voice.
"Yes..... Mistress" he virtually whispered, and she felt her sex clench at the sound of the word.
Yes, she decided as she hung up the phone and turned back toward the table where she knew giggling and squeals of excitement waited once she had informed them of what she'd done... she was going to thoroughly enjoy this game...
The room had been prepared and she lounged on the bed, tense and anxious, awaiting his arrival. She suffered a momentary flash of panic when she wondered what to do if he arrived late. Certainly, she would have to punish him for that disobedience, but how? It was difficult enough for her to arrange to shock him even as it was...
however would she go beyond what she had already planned to occur? She dismissed the thought and tried to focus on the program droning on the tv set, failed and began flipping through the channels, grateful that the hotel had provided a remote control for that purpose.
The phone rang, causing her to flinch visibly, startling her.
She quickly picked up the reciever and heard his voice, telling her he was downstairs and asking permission to come up. Asking permission!
She smiled to herself and quietly gave her ascent, the edge of amused tolerance in her voice. Even as she hung up the reciever she was off the bed, moving the turn off the set and take one long, slow scan of the room, assuring herself that what he had provided for her the past few nights, she would now return to him, and with interest...
There was a knock on the door and she took a moment to stand perfectly still, drawing in a deep, steadying breath, before moving down the little hallway and turning the knob, pulling it slowly open.
There he stood, in the hallway, attired exactly as she had ordered... the boots, the black jeans, black shirt, the long black coat. His gaze fixed on hers and he smiled, that soul stealing smile which caused her sex to throb and moisten to recieve him. But then his gaze trailed down her body, his eyes widening in surprise as the vision she presented. For she had attired herself to suit the role for tonights exploration. The long boots hugged her slightly parted legs, the stockings terminating just below her bare sex, above which the bustier held her tightly, gripping her up to the demi-cups which cradled and held her breasts, ending just below where the already tight and tingling nipples stood revealed. She could see his expression go from surprise to pleasure and then begin to glaze slightly as his mind drifted down, tapping at the door of that subspace he had not known for so long.
"Come in" she said, her voice strangly firm even in her own ears, as she turned away, back toward the room "and lock the door."
She did not look back as he entered, closing the door quietly behind him and slipping the locks into place. By the time he moved down the little hallway, past the mirrored closet door and stepped into the expanse of the room itself, she was already returning to the bed, lying down in a luxuriant pose.
She could see him begin to smile as he watched her settle into place, and part of her wanted to simply open her legs and order his tongue to caress and stroke her clit... but she wanted to take her time with this game... and perhaps make him wonder just how much of it was something more than idle play.
She nodded and spoke.
"Just there, baby. At the foot of the bed. Stand."
She saw him close his eyes for a moment, could almost feel the abandon beginning to well up in him, and her own body began to ache, recognizing what he must be feeling from her own deep soul. But he opened them again quickly and stepped slowly to the place where she had indicated, his body tight and coiled as if to aviod exploding.
She lay, staring at him, sweeping her eyes slowly over him, noticing the firey gleam in his eyes as he looked at her. She smiled and began to savor the moment.
"Hands behind your back, I think" she said, and as his arms drew back, disappearing behind him, she could feel her pussy well up with further wetness.
"So" she said, quietly, teasingly... "you've had quite a nice week, fucking and tormenting me, haven't you, Jon."
"Yes" he said, his voice virtually a whisper, and that too caused her body to well with a dull aching. She drank in the feeling and let it settle through her before she sighed slightly and continued.
"Well, tonight, it's time to pay the piper for all that fun.
Tonight I'm going to have the fun... and you're going to do exactly everything I say, understand?"
She moaned and smiled, relaxing now and beginning to enjoy the game... and to understand that, yes, she could order him to do anything she wanted... ask any task, demand any sacrifice, any attention... and he would do it.. fully and completely, without question. Perhaps there really is something to this Domming thing after all, she mused momentarily, before she shook herself out of the building reverie and focusing on him once more.
"You do know, don't you, that your cock belongs to me" she said, feeling the moisture in her sex begin to slip out of the lips.
"Yes, Mistress" he said, his breathing beginning to become more rapid now.
"And your mouth, and your hands and your ass... they all belong to me and only me."
"Yes, Mistress" his voice barely managed, shot through with a quivering tightness.
She could feel her own breathing growing tighter, more rapid, as the excitement welled up in her, the ache in her pussy now palpable and demanding. Yes, she realized, she could own him if she wanted to.
Own him totally, body and soul and forever, just as he could own her.
Without even realizing it her hand slipped down, brushing over her hip and slid to her sex, sliding between the now glistening lips and finding her clit. At that first brush she whimpered as the wave of pleasure rolled through her... and she could see in his face an agony of bliss as he watched her, which caused her to drive two fingers deep into herself. The deep shudder of pleasure at this impaling caused her eyes to roll closed and she moaned, a long, animal sound. And in her reverie, she almost growled...
"You're my fuck slave, Jon."
Beyond her drifting, tightly shut lids she heard him merely whimper softly, like a hungry dog.
The cumming bubbled through her, expanding, as she impaled herself on her own fingers, stroking herself hard and deep, feeling the surface of the growing orgasm fill her.
"Will you be collared by me...... forever" she groaned...
"Yes, Mistress" he hissed, his entire soul leaping toward her in the affirmation...
And the bubble inside her exploded, incinerating her in a flashfire of orgasm as visions of him, under her hands, under her power, under her control flashed through her mind.
She drifted for a long, timeless moment, savoring the rippling of the orgasm as it played out through her from her toes to her fingertips... then she sighed deeply, and opened her eyes.
He was standing, just where he had been, only now his eyes were wild, alive with a brilliance she understood could only come from a torment of unfulfilled lust. She grinned and allowed herself a long stretch, followed by a deep giggle.
"Did you like that, baby" she whispered.
"Yes, Mistress" he said, his voice sounding distant now.
"So did I" she said, a wicked smile in her voice. "But now look at what a mess I am. I need to be cleaned up. But first, I want to see my property. Strip for me baby. Put on a good show for your Mistress."
She could see his eyes focusing slowly as the words were absorbed into his fevered mind, and then the slow, almost proud smile played out on his lips and his hands slowly reached for the lapels of his long coat.
"Wait" she said, suddenly. "Music. I want a real striptease from you, baby."
He looked confused for a moment, but she nodded toward the television behind him. Again the smile returned to his lips and her turned away, crossing to the tv set and pressing the power switch. It instantly came on, the screen showing a text readout from the lobby about various services offered by the hotel, and the speakers began to ooze a slow, almost languid jazz song.
He turned back from the tv and fixed his gaze on her. Then, on the beat, he stepped toward the bed, flipping the long black coat off his shoulders and letting it trail down behind him, as if it were being dragged from his body as he moved slowly closer.
My God, she realized, he's really doing it... he's really stripping. And her attention perked.
A few feet from the end of the bed he stopped, and slowly began to undulate in time to the deep beat of the music, his eyes fixed on her, burning, challenging... coaxing her to enjoy him. And he stripped.... slowly, teasingly opening and discarding first his shirt, then his boots, then his jeans and finally, with a sudden, startling jerk, tearing the velcro clasps on the hips of his breifs and revealing his already hard and throbbing cock.
She was aching again, throbbing and even wetter than before, as she raised her knees and parted her legs as far as she could get them, reaching down with both hands to pull apart the lips of her pussy. He moved slowly, tiger-like, toward the bed, leaning down onto his hands and crawling slowly towards her, settling down onto his chest, his lips moving smoothly to her pussy and then she felt his tongue against her clit and she moaned with a deep shudder as the waves began afresh.
"Oh shit" she whined as the pleasure rippled through her "I wanted to tie you up first, ooooooh fuuuuuuccckkkkkkkk..." and then she was cumming once more, this explosion more a rolling wave of release, like a breaker sweeping her off her feet and carrying her along. She reached down, laying a hand on the back of his head and pressing him, hard, against her pussy. He answered with a stabbing of his tongue into her pussy and then a fluttering across her clit that sent aftershocks, like tiny firecrackers, popping through her stomach.
Suddenly she pushed his head away, with a firm "Stop!" and then fell back on the bed, almost spent. This was crazy, she thought to herself. He's been here five minutes and already I've cum twice....
and I couldn't help myself.... No, I've got to get some control here.
Got to focus.
"Kneel" she gasped "on the floor" gesturing vaguely with an arm towards the foot of the bed "there".
She could feel him slither quickly back off the bed and she allowed herself one long moment to savor the fading scream of pleasure that was just echoing away from her flesh, before drawing in a deep breath and mentally shaking herself free of the clutches of her own abandonment. She sat up and looked over the foot of the bed.
He was kneeling there, in the same posture she had been taught, back on his haunches, back straight, eyes downcast, hands resting on thighs, awaiting her pleasure. And the sight of him caused her to stir yet again. But this time she decided to hold off the obliteration of pleasure and abandon herself instead to the game she had planned.
She slid off the bed and stood, stopping to allow her head to clear a moment, before moving to stand beside him, gazing down at him.
"Very good, baby" she said, her voice soft and soothing, as she reached out and gently stroked his beard. His eyes closed and he nuzzled against her hand for a moment.
"Now, you don't move. Stay right there."
She withdrew her hand and turned, moving to the dresser and pulling open the top drawer which she had earlier filled with the impliments for tonight's game. she pulled them out quickly, laying them on the dresser and closing the drawer before scooping up the rope and other toys and moving back to where he knelt, unmoving, obedient.
"Kneel up" she said quietly, and he was suddenly up, his body straight from shoulders to knees.
"Arms back" she said, and he crossed his wrists at his spine.
She went down on one knee, looping the end of the rope around the crossed wrists and quickly binding them together, snugly. Even as she did so, the idea of his helplessness before her... his submission to her wishes and desires caused her nipples to throb all the harder and her sex to begin tingling yet again.
When the last of the knots was in place at his wrists she stood.
"Up, baby" she said, and watched as he slowly, carefully rose to his feet. She shifted the next toy in her grasp and stepped up close behind him, her mouth leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Open that sweet mouth, baby" she breathed, at the same time looping the center of the long, leather thong with the red ball on it over his head and drawing it close into his mouth, pulling back on it tightly.
He let out a small, startled sound as it slipped back, pinning his jaw wide open, and the vulnerability of it made her groan in growing lust.
She tied it off behind his head and pressed herself against his back, grining her hips into him with a contented sigh.
"I'm gonna rape you so good, baby" she intoned, savoring her prize and her power. Then she pulled back, placed her hands on either of his shoulders and pushed, hard, causing him to crumple back to his knees. She pressed hard and his body bent, his chest falling over the foot of the bed. Under her hands, she could feel him trembling.
"Don't...... move" she said, a strange new force in her voice, and on in impulse, she drew back a hand and swatted his ass, hard. She felt a light-headedness invade her at his answering, helpless whimper.
She strode back across the room, gathering up the rest of the toys from the top of the dresser and moving back to stand beside him, laying her impliments on the floor beside him. She picked up the candle and lighter, and set the taper to glowing, then inched closer to him, until she half stood, half knelt beside him.
Reaching down with one hand she gently began to stroke his ass in long, slow, loving sweeps, allowing her fingers to slide down and tickle the tight bud of his asshole, and was rewarded with a deep shiver. At that instant, she let the first drops of the blazing wax fall onto his ass.
The gag muffled his startled cries, but the violent twitching and jerking almost knocked her off-balance. She shifted, lifting her knee and placing it across his shoulders, pressing down hard, holding him in place as more of the stinging wax splashed over his skin. His legs kicked out and almost in a reflex she swatted his ass, hard, causing his entire body to shock to a tense stiffening, which quickly melted into a momentary limpness until the next sting of the molten wax would drive him to fresh shudders. Again, she swatted him and let the wax fall, in short streams now, a rhythm begining to establish itself between the hard, resounding slap of her hand and the gutteral, muffled moan he emitted under the flow of the blazing fluid over his skin.
And Susan felt herself beginning to drift in an unfamiliar way... her own body twitching slightly along with his, as if it was she that was being tortured. And she was vaguely aware that, if she kept this activity going, she might achieve something very like cumming, though it would be an orgasm in her soul instead of her body.
She had no idea how long she continued the torment, but by the time she blew out the candle and reached down to drop it on the floor and scoop up the flogger, his ass was glowing a bright red, cut through with streaks of broken, cooling wax that ran down his thighs... and he was keening a low, constant, mindless sound behind the gag.... lost somewhere in the overwhelming waves of sensations, compounded with his love of her.
She began lightly with the flogger, first dragging it slowly over his tender, enflamed ass in slow circles, tickling him and causing him to shudder under the feeling. But then, she flicked her wrist, and it landed on him with a light slapping sound and his gasp was beyond anything she could have imagined.
She felt herself press down harder with her leg across his shoulder and struck him again, harder this time, milking another gasp from his gagged mouth. Her pussy was tingling steadily now, the moisture oozing between her lips and wetting her inner thighs and she began to flog him in earnest. She slid one hand down, a fingertip finding her clit and began to stroke herself in time to the sweeps of the lash as they slapped loudly on his ass.
She could not believe how powerful she was feeling, how Goddess-like... as if the thongs of the flogger were hot sparks of fire eminating from her very fingertips as they seared his skin and made his soul leap into chasms for her. She imagined herself milking his soul from his body in a glowing ball of tender light with the power of her transcendance and snatching it from the air, shoving it deep into her pussy and absorbing it into herself, letting it sear her insides as it became part of her and exploding with cumming and cumming as it dissolved inside her until she could taste it in her spirit.
She came yet again, a shattering sensation and had to lean over his body, bracing herself with both hands to keep from falling to the floor in a heap. He was sobbing now, his body wracked with small convulsion as the tears flowed into a dark stain on the bedspread.
She pushed herself back until she was sitting, half-limp herself, beside him, reaching out and as gently as she could, laying a palm on his enflamed ass. He screamed when she began to rub him, gently, feeling the heat of her punishment of his flesh warming her hand.
"Do you still love me, baby" she whispered, half lost in a reverie. His sobs erupted afresh and his head nodded passionately, smearing the stain of his tears on the bedcovers.
She leaned down on her elbow and gently drapped herself over him, savoring the moment. Yes, she did own him... as much as, perhaps more than, he owned her. They owned each other now. And she could see, having tasted, the heady power of his blazing that was given for her... only for her...
And now, she thought, blissfully, only the consumation remains... the wedding night... the sacrifice, to bind them together forever, beyond all sundering.
When he was able, she helped him crawl, slowly, painfully, up onto the bed and gently turned him over on his back. With the extra rope she had attached to his bound wrists, she secured them to the legs at the foot of the bed.
She coaxed up his nipples and clamped them, causing his half-lost mind to shudder and force yet another moan from his body.
From behind the headboard of the bed she pulled the loose ends of the ropes she had secured there in preperation for his sacrific, gently raising each of his legs in turn and securing them, so that he was half lifted, his legs high in the air and pulled wide apart, his back curved, his hands stretched out toward the foot of the bed, more totally helpless than ever she could imagine him.
She was half-dreamlike as she took the thin strands of the softer rope and cinched his balls, drawing it tight and tieing his cock in overwinding strands, causing it to bulge, the veins to throb angrily, deep red and needy as it helplessly oozed the clear pre-cum from it's tip.
She was moving almost in slow motion as she wrapped the harness around herself and buckled it tight, then stroked the dildo it contained with slick lubricant until it glistened.
She crawled up onto the bed between his captured, helpess, open legs, reached down to take chain between the nipple clamps in one hand even as the other guided the head of the dildo against the tight bud of his ass.
She pressed forward, just enough to feel the head open his ass and lodge there, savoring the deep gasping moan his shattered soul let fly with... and with her slick hand reached down to wrap his cock in her fingers.
She idly thought that someday, if she ever trusted any Domme enough, she would let her perform this possession of him, even while she took his budging, tortured cock deep into her pussy, and the two of them would rape him together. She knew what that feeling was like... that overwhelming, penetration in both places at once, and it was something she would like to draw from him... to savor from him..... to feed on from him....
And as she lightly pulled on the chain, stretching his nipples, she pressed her hips forward, driving the length of the dildo deep into his ass, and began to stroke his cock.
And she raped him. She raped his body, which was flung into a bottomless pit of endless, thoughtless sensation... she raped his mind, which melted to nothingness... she raped his heart, which welled up and flew out to her keeping, even as the tears flowed, and the sobs began afresh... and she raped his soul, which she now knew belonged to her forever....
Yes, she thought... I do like this.... and I hope, oh I pray that next time my sweet Master whom I now own, will want a terrible, delicious, overwhelming and loving revenge...