by R L Singer
When they were both breathless, she made him turn around and bend over the bathroom counter, spreading his legs as much as he could before she slid two fingers down his wet slit. She could tell by the expression on his face he wasn’t very comfortable to be manhandled, but she also knew he would go through this for her. He was that kind of man.
“It seems you’re enjoying this, master… perhaps even a bit too much,” she teased him, right before she thrust two of his big, thick fingers down his throbbing pussy.
Josh was a big man. Over six feet three, his whole body was big, wide shoulders, big muscles, big hands and certainly a big, thick cock. He was an impressive man and now Corinne had all that power in her hands and it felt amazing.
He groaned his displeasure, but when she started to thrust her fingers in and out of his pussy, all of his complaints died in his throat, replaced by moans of sheer pleasure. Too eager to wait anymore, she pushed her body against his, replacing her fingers with her eager cock and quickly they were entangled in the oldest rhythm of the world, as step by step, they got closer and closer to the edge.
Burying her fingers deep in his buttocks, Corinne hastened her pace, going faster and harder inside him, adding a hint of pain to the cocktail of emotions rushing through his body, and after an initial resistance to a situation unfamiliar to him, he finally allowed himself to enjoy what was going on with him. She was right, this was a lifetime experience and he would be a fool not to enjoy it as much as he could.
After a while, and sensing she was about to come, Corinne slid a hand underneath him to find his aching clit, and play a bit with it. It only took her a few rubs and pinches to make his body arch beneath her, and thrusting harder, she intensified the caresses to his little bud of nerves until he exploded. His walls stretched to fit him, started to clench hard around her, as his whole body shuddered under the wild waves of pleasure that washed over him.
Feeling his orgasm was enough to release hers, and for the first time, she felt what felt to let her cock
pour her essence deep inside someone else. The surge of pleasure that blasted through her body was unique and mind-blowing. When the last drop came out, she simply collapsed over him, allowing the waves to subside, as they slowly returned back to reality.
“God… no wonder most men are addicted to sex…” she teased him, as she slowly slid out of him.
He laughed out loud before he tried to straighten his body. But her heavy hand rested on his neck and kept him in position.
“I haven’t told you to move, have I?” she asked him, whispering in his ear.
He gasped and Corinne was able to see his inner struggle. For her, adopting his role was being a lot easier than it was being for him, but she was confident he would do all he could to make this experience something unforgettable.
“No, you haven’t,” he admitted.
For a moment, she considered asking him to keep the protocol with her, but she knew that would be pushing things a bit too far.
“Good. Then stay there until I tell you to,” she warned him, as she walked to the shower stall and opened the faucets, to get the temperature right for the morning bath. When it was as they liked it, she went back to where he was still bending over the counter.
Gently, she helped him stand, standing behind him as he got his balance back. Kissing the crook of his neck, she guided him to the shower stall. Once under the warm stream of water, she kissed his lips and whispered in his ears: “Thank you for doing this for me.”
He tilted his head to look at her with a devious smile on his face.
“It’s not like I have a choice.”
But they both knew he had. He could have refused to play the game and they wouldn’t be enjoying the whole situation the way they were.
She captured his chin and kissed him with all the love and passion she felt for him. Because she loved him, she had loved him since the first moment. Yes, it had taken her some time to admit her feelings, but she knew that was the only explanation why she had trusted him so fast and so easily. He had invaded her heart with a slap to her ass and since then he hadn’t done anything to stop her love for from growing.
In the kitchen, she prepared them breakfast. Cooking was something he didn’t master, and all of the intents to cook failed noisily. It was a good thing she loved to cook or otherwise they would have to buy those dreadful prepared meals you could get at any supermarket.
That morning, she prepared eggs, bacon, and sausages, accompanied with some croissants she had bought in a nearby bakery. She had also prepared a steamy jar of cappuccino, waiting to be poured into the cups and crowned with whipped cream and powder cocoa.
“We should be filming this, to show all of my friends when they tease me because I’m unable to boil water,” Josh said with a wicked smile, as he took a seat at the table.
Corinne chuckled.
“The apron with lace and bows would make that the perfect video,” she assured him, pointing at the lovely white apron she was wearing over her jeans, as she took a seat in front of him.
“After this, we can spend a few hours practicing tonight’s performance,” he suggested and she nodded.
“Yes, that will be great. I’ve always wanted to tie you,” she confessed with a naughty smile.
“You’ll be tying your own body,” he pointed out.
“I know, but it’s still you inside it,” Corinne explained and she really felt it.
Despite the fact she was looking at her own body, she still felt him, as if the exterior case didn’t matter much. Surely, not as much as his essence that oozed out of the feminine body. He nodded and agreed with her.
“Yes… I know what you mean.”
After they cleared the kitchen, she took him to their version of the red room, a place where he kept all of his toys and BDSM devices. They had tried them all and of course, she had some favorites and others he only used when he wanted to punish her. But that day, they would be working on the bamboo bar, suspended from the ceiling with thick chains.
“Please, wait for me here,” Corinne ordered him, as she went looking for her favorite ropes, some made in jute but colored like a rainbow. She knew he hated them, but since she was the one calling the shots here, they would have rainbow ropes.
With a wicked smile, she walked back to him. He was naked now, but at the performance later that night he would be wearing a tight, sleeveless top and leggings, the best outfit when you couldn’t be naked.
Slowly, she started to wrap the ropes around his body, starting with a chest harness, and continuing tying his legs and hips until she had him suspended from the bamboo bar. She tried a few positions and though at the performance Josh wouldn’t be able to talk, he did during this practice, giving her a few ideas on how to tie a certain knot, or her position when pulling him up, to make it visually attractive to the audience. She ended the performance letting him hanging, with his legs wide open and available for her.
“You’re enjoying this,” he said, his breath a bit uneven.
Though he didn’t have a single submissive bone in his whole body, she was sure he was enjoying it too.
“Yes, very much, and you too, though not as much as I am, I’m sure,” she replied with a mischievous grin.
He chuckled and nodded.
“It’s good to have an idea of the feelings and emotions rushing through you when I do this to you,” he agreed.
“I’m glad you feel it that way,” she said, grazing one of her big fingers around his wet pussy.
Corinne had tied a double rope all the way over her slit, securing it on the rope wrapped around his waist, and she knew exactly what the friction of the rope was doing to his eager clit and pussy. She knew he was aroused.
“From here on, I would untie you, slowly, taking the time to appease any pain and to allow the blood flow to go back to normal until I’m able to carry you up to our room,” she concluded, as she walked to one of his cabinets, where he kept his floggers and after picking one, she returned
next to him.
He took a deep breath as he looked at her.
“I’m guessing you’re not ready to finish it right now.”
“You’re guessing right. All this tying unleashed my hunger for you and I surely need to satisfy it,” she admitted as she started to hit him gently with the flogger.
Corinne allowed the soft stripes to fall on his voluptuous breasts, making his nipples harder than ever, before she walked to her and captured one of them between her lips, kissing and licking it, while her fingers pinched and pulled the other one, ripping moans of pain and pleasure from his lips. She exchanged nipples and repeated the process, adding nibbles to this nipple and loving the way he bit his lips to muffle to moans coming out of his mouth.
Stepping back, she restarted her play with the flogger, this time combining the blows to his breasts with some to his pussy, wide open and exposed to her. Corinne could feel her cock pressing the jeans she was wearing, eager to play, but she wanted to take him to the edge a couple of times before she took him. She wanted him to know how she felt when he was the one torturing her this way, and by the look on his face, she was sure he was feeling it all. Dropping the flogger over his belly, she rearranged the ropes exposing his clit. She looked at him with a devious grin.
“I’m sure I don’t have to warn you about coming without permission, right?” Heaving hard and barely able to talk, he shook his head and her smile became even wider. “Good.”
With those words, she buried her face between her legs allowing her tongue to feast in his delicious fluids oozing out from his clenching pussy, while his thumb played with his engorged clit.
“Oh… god…” he whimpered out loud and she deepened her caresses. She wanted him begging for release.
After a few moments, her tongue joined her thumb playing with the clit as she thrust two fingers inside him, as deep as possible, as she watched him moan and squirm, struggling to keep the waves of pleasure threatening to crash over him, at bay.
“Please… please… I can’t take it anymore…” he finally admitted, clearly hanging over the edge by a thin thread.
She bit his clit a bit harder, loving to hear him sob.
“Are you sure you can’t?” she teased him, biting him a bit more.
“No… please…” he said, as his eyes rolled back.
She hastened his pace inside him.
“Then, come for me.”
And he did, coming and coming so hard she thought he was going to pass out, but he didn’t, so she freed her hard cock and thrust it deep inside him, this time seeking for her own pleasure, though she knew he would join her in another orgasm. Thrust after thrust, she felt the pleasure rushing through her body as she finally allowed herself to come hard.
Josh came once more, dragged by her and soon they were both swirling in the waves of the huge orgasm that crashed over them. A few minutes later, after the waves subsided, she put her cock back inside her jeans and carefully started to untie him, kissing and caressing the rope marks in his skin and loving it.
When she was done, she carried him to bed and they stayed there the rest of the day resting and playing until it was time to go to the club. The performance was a huge success and Corinne truly loved the appreciation shown by other experts in ropes. But what made her feel especially well was Josh’s approval. His ‘good work, pet’ whispered in her ear meant more than anything in the world. In that moment, she realized that though she was enjoying the swapping, she was truly a submissive and her master’s pleasure met more than anything else for her.
Being his submissive was her role in life and she only hoped he felt the same way about her. Right after the performance was over, she carried him to the room Josh had at the club, where they usually spent the night.
“Did you enjoy the performance?” he asked her, once they were in bed, naked.
“Oh, yes, it was very exciting. But I have to admit I missed being the one tied down,” Corinne confessed with a naughty grin as she pulled him over her chest.
“Would you like to do your own performances, with another submissive? I mean when you’re back in your body,” he asked, tilting his head to look at him.
She had no trouble answering that.
“No… I mean, I have a lot of fun with the girls at the club, when we’re practicing, but it’s just that, fun. I believe there must be a bit more than that for the couple to really create magic with the ropes. Do you understand what I mean?”
“I’m not sure I do,” he confessed.
“They won’t be submitting to me, not really, nor would I want them to. It wouldn’t feel right,” she tried to explain as best as she could.
He nodded.
“I didn’t think you saw things like I do. That’s why I only do these performances with you. With anyone else, they wouldn’t make any sense.”
He kissed her belly and smiled more pleased than she could ever put into words. Scrolling over her body, he claimed her mouth in a passionate, breathtaking kiss, reigniting the passion that always burned between them. When he finally released her lips, it was just to slide down her body and capture her hard cock between his lips.
She gasped, surprised. She had never expected him to do such a thing but it seemed he would never lose the ability to surprise her.
To watch his tongue swirling around the head of her cock was more than enough to make the first drop of cum to emerge and when he licked it away with the tip of his tongue, she wasn’t able to muffle the loud growl that came out her lips. No wonder men loved blowjobs. This felt like paradise.
With a pleased smile, Josh went down on her, taking her hard cock as deep as he could while his hands played with her heavy balls, rolling them between her fingers. Waves of pleasure blasted through her body as she felt him sucking and licking her hard cock, taking it as deep as he could, giving her a very accurate idea of what he felt each time she pleased him this way and though he had finished several times in her mouth, she wasn’t sure he would enjoy having her come in his mouth as well. Breathing hard, with sweat pearling her forehead, she tried to stop him.
“If you don’t want me to come down your throat, you better stop,” she warned him.
“Oh, but I do,” he assured her, right before he hastened his pace, sucking harder and taking her even deeper.
With such a treatment, she wasn’t able to hold back and pleasure rushed through her as she arched her back to meet him. Her whole body shuddered under the wild waves of pleasure and bliss running through her until she finally fell back on the mattress exhausted.
But he never left her cock. He licked her clean, sucking to the last drop of come, quickly bringing her cock back to life with his ministrations. When she was hard again, he stopped and straddling her, he rested his wet pussy over his cock and slowly slid down on him.
Still breathing hard, Corinne grabbed him by his hips and helped her ride him, slapping her round ass hard, combining the thrusts with the slaps until they came again, this time together and this time she poured all of her come deep inside his hungry pussy.
They spent the rest of the weekend playing and having so much sex that by Sunday night, Josh was feeling sore and drained. And Corinne had to admit she felt drained as well, but it was that kind of exhaustion that makes you feel good.
“So, assuming we’ll be changing back to normal soon, how would you describe this experience?” he asked her while they were in bed on Sunday night.
“It was amazing. And I now I can say exactly what’s my role in life,” Corinne replied, with a wide smile.
Furrowing his brows, Josh looked at her.
“What do you mean?”
“That I wasn’t born to dominate,” she replied, smiling. “Yes, it was fun, yes, I loved the experience, but it’s not for me” Corinne explained.
“Are you sure? Some people enjoy being on both sides of the slash.”
“Perhaps, but I don’t. I kept wishing I was in your place,” she confessed with a naughty smile.
“D
id you ever feel I’ve dragged you into this world?”
“Of course. But it was exactly what I needed. I would have never admitted I needed to submit on my own. It felt something only weak people do and I refused to see myself as weak,” Corinne explained.
“But, now you know better?” he asked, fearing she hadn’t fully understood the meaning of submission.
“Yes, I know better. Submitting to you doesn’t make me weak. I would even say it makes me stronger, but above it makes me feel myself as if I had finally found a home.
He kissed her deep and passionately, and after a bit more chit chat, they went to sleep hoping to wake up back in their normal bodies.