Change Partners

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘Damn you!’ she cried. ‘Damn all you bloody men! Damn you all!’

  Her hair flew wildly about her head as she beat his chest with her fists until she was almost sobbing, tears of anger stinging her eyes.

  Jamie stood impassively. He did not flinch. His eyes had closed and he was groaning slightly.

  Crystal stopped hitting him. She caught her breath, and stepped back.

  Jamie was still moaning, his eyes still closed, his head tilted back. He appeared to be in a state of near ecstasy. ‘So who or what shook your rattle?’ she asked softly. Her eyes fell to his penis.

  ‘Well I’ll be... Jamie!’

  It was hard to close her mouth, so she stood there, her eyes glued to his penis which was now hot, red and firm as need be.

  ‘Jamie,’ she said again and licked her lips.

  ‘Yes, mistress,’ he said weakly. Behind his closed eyelids this was not Crystal but Mariana, his wife, the woman who understood his needs.

  Because of drink he did not care that his secret was now shared with someone else besides his wife.

  Eyes wide and jaw slack, Crystal stared until her jaw ached and her eyes had to blink.

  ‘So that’s it,’ she breathed, surprise giving way to wonder. ‘That’s it. You like being treated rough. You like being dominated! Is that it, Jamie? Is that it?’

  He mewed slightly and his penis quivered. Crystal, being wary of losing this erection, and also intrigued to think Jamie was turned on by her beating his chest, caught hold of the pulsating appendage and gripped it tightly. With Michael, she would have caressed his penis, taken it into her mouth, kissed and sucked its essence into her.

  Not Jamie, she told herself. Not Jamie. What next? she wondered.

  Her grasp of the situation was better than she realised. The words seemed to come easily to her tongue.

  ‘Have you been a naughty boy, Jamie?’ she asked in a strong, surly voice she thought suitable for a dominant woman.

  She saw Jamie’s throat move before he answered. ‘Yes, mistress,’ he replied.

  Now what? Crystal asked herself, and rubbed at her head. God, if only she hadn’t had so much to drink. ‘Right,’ she said resolutely. ‘Right.’ She transferred her rubbing to the nape of her neck as she carefully considered where this conversation should go next.

  As a cruel smile crept over her lips, she reached between Jamie’s legs and into his trousers. He half opened his eyes as his mouth fell open. Using her fingers like sharp talons, she dug them into his balls.

  The response was dramatic.

  He yelped like a kicked dog and, as he did so, she thought of how Thomas had rebuffed her advances and how Michael took her for granted. This was not Thomas, and it wasn’t Michael. But it was a man and it was a man she needed to torture.

  Her nails dug more cruelly. Vicious intent showed in her eyes as a sneer came to her lips.

  ‘Like all men, Jamie, you are nothing,’ she growled. ‘You are a cur, a piece of something on my shoe. Do you understand that?’

  ‘Yes, mistress,’ Jamie whimpered as his penis grew and reddened.

  ‘Good,’ she growled again, and squeezed his balls that much more fiercely. Tears appeared from beneath his eyelids. ‘I’m going to treat you so cruelly you’ll ache all over,’ Crystal went on. ‘And you are going to do everything I ask of you. Do you understand that?’

  ‘Yes, mistress.’

  Was that a whimper of pain she was hearing, or was it a groan of rapture?

  It didn’t matter. Crystal was enjoying this.

  She sat herself down in a chair and licked her red lips.

  She did everything very slowly, very deliberately. Her stockings lisped lightly against each other as she crossed her legs so that her skirt rode high up her thighs.

  Jamie kept his gaze firmly fixed on the floor. He was trembling slightly - waiting, she guessed, for the next order, the next chance to be submissive and endure whatever torment she chose to inflict on him.

  Crystal, who was beginning to enjoy this excursion into the role of dominatrix, adopted a cold, precise voice that she could hardly recognise as her own.

  ‘Right,’ she said. ‘Now we will begin. First, I want you to take all your clothes off. You will remove each article one by one, fold it carefully and lay it on the chest there. The one next to the television. I want no untidiness. No scruffy pile. Everything must be done very neatly. Is that understood?’

  ‘Yes, mistress.’ Jamie trembled. He was pink with excitement and snorting slightly with the effort of controlling the extraordinary sensations that arose in him at moments like these.

  Because she had said those key words, ‘neat’ and ‘scruffy’, he suddenly felt as if he were nothing but a worthless blob of untidiness.

  His fingers felt as if they had turned to sausages; big fat ones that flopped in the wrong direction no matter what his brain told him to do. But he managed. First, he took off his shoes.

  ‘Socks first,’ exclaimed Crystal and began to laugh. But a laugh had no place in this scenario.

  She turned it into an angry snarl instead. ‘For goodness sake make sure you take your socks off first! There’s nothing worse than a naked man left with only his socks on!’

  It wasn’t easy to disguise the laugh, but it had to be done, Crystal was sensitive enough to know that Jamie required her to be deeply serious and highly domineering at all times.

  Mariana’s husband was caught in a spell of his own making, and that spell must not be broken.

  Blood thundered against his temples as his imagination soared. Such was the power of what he perceived she might do to him, that he could imagine his climax even before it had actually occurred.

  He followed her instructions to the letter until everything was piled on top of the chest of drawers with the exception of his shoes and socks. The shoes sat beneath the dressing table. Each sock was carefully folded and placed in the confines of its relevant shoe.

  So there he was, this mountain of a man, all powerful muscles and soft, sandy hair.

  As Jamie stood waiting for her next instruction, arms hanging limply at his side, his penis pulsated to a strict beat.

  He glanced briefly at Crystal. She was smiling but, although her smile was cruel, it wasn’t that which caused him to blink nervously.

  ‘Beg your pardon, mistress, but the curtains are still open.’

  Crystal glared.

  Jamie bowed his head.

  ‘And you want them closed? Is that what you are telling me? That you want no one to see me punish your naked body? Is that what you are saying?’

  He mumbled a subdued assent.

  Crystal’s reaction was instant. Like a bolt of lightening, she stretched out and smacked at his cock.

  ‘It’s for me to make that decision, not you. Speak when you are spoken to in future. Don’t you know the correct way for a slave to behave? All decisions are mine, and my decision is that the curtains remain open. Is that clear?’

  ‘Yes mistress.’

  Crystal felt suddenly warm. Her breasts were heaving and her need for sex was fast returning. Could it be, she asked herself, that I am really enjoying this?

  She decided she was. Now, she thought to herself, it’s up to you to devise some outrageous treatment for this man, so be imaginative.

  ‘First,’ she began, ‘I will remove what clothes I care to.

  Of course, I will not disrobe completely. That would not be right. After all, I am the mistress. What I leave on is like a uniform, an insignia that proclaims my status. As I take off each item, I want you to fold it and pile it on the chest of drawers. But first, you will remove your pile of rags and place it with your shoes beneath the dressing table. Is that clear?’

  ‘Yes, mistress.’

  ‘Good.’<
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  Slowly, Crystal peeled off her sharply tailored navy business suit.

  Jamie watched her. He did not blink, did not speak, did not move.

  All the same, she knew she was having an effect on him. His penis throbbed and grew larger with each item of clothing she discarded.

  Once she had finished, she eyed Jamie in a way that told him she wanted everything done very carefully, and very precisely.

  He bent to his task, and she watched him as he carefully folded her jacket, her skirt, and her blouse. His hands were trembling and, although he did not appear to be glancing in her direction, she knew he was perfectly aware of how delicious she looked.

  Her underwear was red satin with panels of red lace set into the sides of her panties and over her stomach. Scallops of red lace hid little of her breasts and allowed her nipples to show.

  Because she was wearing black silk stockings, she was also wearing a satin and lace suspender belt. Its colour accentuated the neatness of her tiny waist and the flaring voluptuousness of her hips. Satin suspenders ran from the belt to the tops of her stockings. Her shoes were black and had three-inch heels.

  Crystal stood straight and tall, hands on hips as she tilted her head and tossed her long, dark hair.

  Now, how brutal can I be? she asked herself, then made an immediate decision. In a flash, she had created a scenario that would please Jamie’s predisposition to his own brand of sexual satisfaction and also purge the frustration she herself was feeling.

  ‘Lie face down on the floor,’ she ordered. Jamie obeyed without a murmur.

  Amazing, Crystal thought to herself. I would never have dreamed of treating a man so despicably as this before.

  Thinking of men made her think of Michael. She pouted suddenly. Perhaps I should have done this before, she thought to herself.

  She walked around the supine form, whose hands were either side of his head. She took pleasure from seeing him blink nervously as he wondered what she would do to him.

  Crystal surprised herself with the pleasure she felt in just running the toe of her shoe up his leg, his calf and his thigh.

  Silently, she walked round him twice before standing at his feet, from where she could study the muscles of his legs, the rise of his buttocks, and the broad sweep of his back.

  Her eyes kept returning to those buttocks. She saw them clench apprehensively. She instantly knew what she could say that would arouse him.

  ‘Open your legs,’ she ordered, and kicked at his feet with the toe of her shoe.

  Jamie obeyed.

  ‘Wider!’

  Jamie opened his legs that much more. Crystal could now see the softness of his scrotum lying in a soft mound against the carpet.

  Despite having never fancied Jamie before, something inside ignited a new passion in her loins. Suddenly she wanted to pleasure this man. Suddenly, she wanted him to pleasure her. She shuddered with desire. If she wasn’t careful she could become quite unhinged by what she was feeling. But then, if she suddenly grabbed the man and straddled him, she knew he would flee.

  Softly, softly, she told herself. She took a deep breath and prepared to continue their game.

  In this instance she thought, I have to be cruel to be kind. How amusing.

  ‘A little wider,’ she ordered again but in a more subdued voice than before.

  As he parted his legs, she walked up between them until she could reach out with her toe and deftly poke it into the softness of his flesh.

  His whole body seemed to tremble as her foot made contact with his scrotum. He did not protest. He made no noise at all. But he did tremble and his buttocks clenched and became as hard as iron.

  Even through the suede leather of her shoes, she could feel the heat of his flesh, and she could not help but be aroused by it.

  ‘Do you like what I am doing to you?’ she asked.

  ‘Yes, mistress,’ replied Jamie.

  ‘Then why are you clenching your behind like that? Relax as I want you to relax. Let whatever I do to you be pleasurable. Even if you are not feeling pleasure, remember that I am feeling it and be glad that I am.’

  ‘Yes, mistress.

  Crystal’s eyes were shining brightly. Her tongue flicked over her glossy red lips as though she were licking at this man’s body rather than torturing him with the toe of her shoe. It might have been strange before this had happened to think of torturing a man rather than pleasing him. But, of course, to Jamie torture was pleasure.

  Once she finally removed her toe, the silky flesh of his scrotum fell once more to the carpet.

  There was something in that happening which made her suddenly think of Mariana. Just think of the many ways she degrades him in the privacy of their own home, she said to herself.

  It wasn’t as difficult to imagine as might be supposed.

  Mariana was a cool blonde who was always in control of herself. She oozed confidence.

  Crystal smiled as she imagined her friend’s trim, six-foot figure striding through the weekend bar at the country club, her tight, tan flesh glowing with health as she smiled her brilliant smile and surveyed everyone around her as if she were queen Boadicea herself, about to have them all pulling her chariot.

  Now she could understand why she came across like that. In her own home Mariana was not only queen, she was also Commander in Chief and mistress of all she surveyed. Jamie was merely a chattel, in much the same way as the BMW she drove.

  To Crystal the situation was no longer just intriguing, it had become a challenge. No matter who the man and what the situation she had to be the best; the best suck, the best fuck, the best lay. In this field, the field of corporal punishment and domination of a man, Mariana had stolen a march on her. Crystal did not like that.

  Slowly, with purposeful strides, she walked up past Jamie’s head and, turning her back on him, she pulled the sash and looked out of the window.

  ‘Lick my bottom,’ she said over her shoulder. She heard him getting up from the carpet. ‘Yes, mistress. May I touch you?’

  It was a question she had not been prepared for. She arched her eyebrows, and then she smiled.

  ‘Yes,’ she said, her voice ripe with desire. ‘Caress my legs from the ankles up. Travel slowly until your lips meet what I have told you to lick.’

  His hands were warm around her ankles, though his grip was strangely weak. But her ploy was working. She sensed a trembling in his touch as he began to raise himself. As his hands ran up over her calves, her knees and then her thighs, they trembled.

  By the time they reached her hips, they were gripping her more tightly.

  She heard him sigh.

  Through narrowed eyes she viewed the rooftops and the busy roads that were spread out before her. Her own breathing was becoming affected by the frenzy of sensations left in the trail of his touch and his mouth.

  This situation was becoming very pleasurable indeed. ‘Do you like touching me, Jamie?’ she breathed, her breasts rising and falling more quickly as delicious responses ran over her flesh.

  ‘Yes,’ he murmured between kisses. Even his lips had started to tremble.

  ‘Then you will like licking me,’ she said, and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out. This was such an alien experience, yet such a tantalising one.

  As the heat and moistness of his tongue seeped through the thin fabric of her knickers, she threw back her head, half closed her eyes and smiled triumphantly. She had judged Mariana correctly. Jamie’s wife never allowed him to touch her. He was completely subservient to his wife’s demands. She did everything to him, he was not allowed to do anything to her.

  Discerning and devious as she was, Crystal had spiced up Jamie’s perverted pleasure by allowing him to caress her tanned skin.

  Being in control was the most powerful aphrodisiac Cryst
al knew. But so was tasting the more perverse practices of sexual arousal.

  And next? she said to herself. What shall I ask him to do next? What will give me the greatest pleasure?

  She smiled and purred like a kitten as the answer came to her.

  ‘Take down my knickers,’ she said to him, altering her stance.

  His sharp intake of breath told her all she needed to know about how she was affecting him. Even without looking round and studying his face, she knew a light film of sweat would be breaking out all over his body. He would be trembling, his muscles tensing as he raised his hands and bent his fingers, pausing, licking his lips before he dared feel the cool satin of her underwear. The knowledge excited her. Her flesh was on fire, her knees were shaking. She could no longer stop small moans of delight escaping from her throat

  But no matter how much she was enjoying this, she still had to appear to be in control.

  ‘Get on with it!’ she snapped.

  A tingle ran through her body as the heat of his hands seeped through the lace panels at the side of her knickers. She sucked in her breath.

  ‘That’s it,’ she growled in a low, menacing purr. ‘That’s it! Go on.’

  His trembling increased. His fingers crept beneath the elastic of her waistband. The heat of his breath caressed her exposed buttocks. His palms rasped gently against her thighs as he slid them higher.

  ‘Only pull them as far as my knees,’ she ordered. Trembling, Jamie did exactly that. The garment of red satin and lace stopped around her knees. It stretched as she opened her legs slightly and gripped her hips more firmly.

  ‘Now,’ she ordered, a new strength in her voice and excitement coursing through her veins, ‘lick my behind.’ The command alone caused Crystal to tighten her stomach muscles. Between her legs she could feel a ticklish moving sensation as fluid seeped from her vagina and through the soft flesh of her sex.

  Jamie groaned before his tongue deftly flicked over one buttock. Pain was in that groan, a sweet, gnawing pain that Crystal thought must reflect the severe engorgement of his penis.

  Crystal closed her eyes and held back the murmur of pleasure that was sitting so impatiently on her tongue. Intuition told her that showing any sign of enjoyment would put an end to Jamie’s erection. And she wanted that erection. She was determined to have that erection!