The Switch

by Diane Whiteside

  He shivered when a single oily finger prowled down his spine. A long slow pressure followed and he yielded readily to the finger’s gentle foray into his insides. It felt even better than it had the first time.

  “Tell me if anything hurts, ranger. This should only feel good.”

  More? Was she going to give him more fingers to twine inside him? He murmured an assent, focused only on the delights her hands were teaching.

  He groaned a welcome to the second finger and quickly adapted to its additional pressure.

  “Beautifully taken, ranger. You did well,” she assured him. He murmured something in response, more concerned with her touch than the words’ meaning.

  He stretched eagerly for the third finger, savoring the hot agile massage traveling through his core. He rocked peacefully against their slow massage, savoring the slow pulses that flowed from his prostate into his balls. How many times had he beat off, imagining being possessed by his woman in this way?

  A brisk buzz stroked him and he pushed back against the steady vibration, circling near the fingers caressing his insides. Her hand slipped out and the vibrator slid into his anus on the same beat. It nestled against his spine, smaller than many of his collection at home, and its base settled neatly into the cleft of his buttocks. A butt plug, with a vibrator singing inside it.

  “Thank you, ma’am,” he groaned in welcome as her hand rested reassuringly on his hip.

  He felt stuffed with sensuality, as if she’d gifted him with a key that could unlock marvels. This game would be played out with a living woman who wanted him, in the bright light of an open room. Not in the dark behind a locked door.

  “Stand up, ranger, and face me.”

  Sean came to his feet carefully, acutely conscious of the effect his movements had on the throbbing pressure deep inside him. His erection was enormous, reflecting his body’s enjoyment of that internal pressure.

  He caught sight of the waiting dagger as he moved and hair lifted from his skin. He almost laughed at the familiar rush of adrenalin. This game would be played out in sensuality, in climaxes that racked his body to the bone. Not in blood or injury. This tide meant life, not death, to a warrior.

  “Excellent. You look magnificent, ranger.” Her low voice was husky and fired his veins like whisky.

  Beth began to wrap lengths of black velvet ribbon around him, first around his waist and then between his legs to secure the butt plug. A few loops caught his cock and balls, lifting and separating them for display even while controlling them. A quick knot at the waist followed, leaving the ribbon’s ends to float against his groin, every touch a reminder of Beth’s control.

  His eyelids drooped with pleasure as he gave himself to her handling. A single twist of her fingers left the vibrator silent. Sean mourned the lost stimulus, while he anticipated the slow buildup possible in its absence.

  “See yourself in the mirror, ranger,” Beth said quietly and stepped aside so he could see.

  His body surged in response to the carnal image of himself, packaged and waiting for his woman’s pleasure. He caught sight of Beth watching him, the dagger next to her hand and her eyes full of yearning. Something deep inside him snarled in triumph.

  Chapter Nine

  Sunday, 1 AM

  Beth stared at Sean, hungering to taste him. He looked magnificent, a pagan in silks that only emphasized his masculinity. The narrow lines of ribbon called attention to his engorged cock, standing up proudly against his white groin.

  She took a deep breath and savored the flow of energy that this scene was releasing, beginning when her first words had caught Sean into his fantasy’s embodiment. He’d yielded himself readily to the plug’s penetration, symbolizing her dominance while pleasuring him. Now he was dressed, with his cock standing at attention and a vibrator waiting inside him. Her terror at playing the scene well dissolved, leaving her free to concentrate on the rich chemistry between them.

  She regally seated herself again in the big armchair. “You may give me a footbath now, ranger. You will find everything necessary through that door.”

  She nodded her head towards the bathroom and waited.

  Sean’s first steps were hesitant, clearly responding to the dildo shifting inside him. He soon found a steady pace and disappeared into the other room.

  He returned with a laden silver tray, which held two basins and several small jars, and several towels neatly draped over his arm. He knelt silently in front of her, setting the tray next to him, and took her shoes off.

  She sighed happily when he eased her feet carefully into the hot water.

  He bathed each foot and then slowly rubbed it with the oil provided, which was similar to that used for his massage. His inexperience showed but so did his absolute absorption in the task. He carefully polished every inch to work out any aches, then attended to her ankles. His cock hardened further while he labored.

  Beth leaned back in the chair, letting her eyes drift shut. She spoke when he hesitated at her knees.

  “Work up my legs, then attend to my womanhood. Use your hands and mouth, ranger.” The order sounded like the soft growl of a tigress in a temple courtyard.

  Sean’s eyes widened for a moment before he bowed his head in acknowledgment. “Yes, ma’am,” he rumbled.

  He kissed her feet, following the trail he had laid down in oil earlier. Then he moved up her legs with his hands first, closely followed by his mouth.

  Beth closed her eyes in rapture. Tense muscles relaxed under the insistent caresses of his mouth and fell deeper into bliss with the soft brush of his hair between her thighs. Her legs fell open, inviting him closer. Her hips moved forward on the chair, seeking contact with his mouth.

  She hummed when she smelled her own arousal. He answered with a delighted murmur, as his tongue first tasted her secrets. No need of a barrier now, given that they were both clean. No need of a barrier later to prevent pregnancy, after taking a birth control pill.

  His attentions were slow and insistent as he pleasured her, taking her to many climaxes. Beth’s hands moved in his hair, enjoying its feel against her skin, even while her clitoris shivered and danced under his teeth and tongue. But a corner of her mind kept touch with reality while her body melted for him.

  Finally she pulled his hair abruptly.

  “You have acknowledged the goddess well, ranger. Now you must be tested before true service can begin.”

  Sean bowed to the floor, then stayed kneeling on the floor with his head bent.

  “Sit up, ranger, and look at me.” Beth studied him, seeing the slow swirl of desire in his blue eyes. She took an item from a box next to her and held it out towards him.

  “Do you know what this is, ranger?”

  Sean stared at the small piece of metal with its narrow curves glittering in the light. Somewhere a drum pounded and tambourines danced. Recognition burned but he shook his head slowly. “Please explain to me, ma’am.”

  “It’s a nipple clamp. It will test you with pain, ranger, even while it adorns your beauty.”

  Sean looked at the small object for another moment and then bent his head. A drop of sweat trickled down the center of his chest from under the scarf. Another drop echoed it from the tip of his cock.

  Beth leaned forward and stroked his chest slowly, centering his blood and attentions where she wished. She put the clamp on carefully, watching his face.

  Sean closed as his eyes but remained silent when the pain hit him. His breathing steadied after a moment and Beth took her hands away.

  The other clamp went on with equal ease. Sean groaned softly and his breathing stayed slow.

  Beth relaxed, knowing that he could tolerate the small pain. His cock gleamed as a thin trail of moisture slid down it.

  “Close your eyes.”

  Sean complied immediately and she blindfolded him with a black silk scarf. He turned his head from side to side then stayed still. His mouth worked slowly, then relaxed as he accepted the loss of sight.

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sp; Beth stood up and took his hand.

  “Come with me, ranger. Now lie down on the bed.” The scent of roses came strongly when he sat down on the bed, crushing the delicate petals under his body.

  “Put your hands over your head and spread them wide. Place your fingertips against the headboard, ranger.”

  Beth guided his hands into position, making sure that each finger touched the bed. Muscles and tendons stood out in sharp relief as his arms stretched and twisted to achieve the desired position.

  “Very good, ranger. Now bend your knees and place your feet flat on the bed. Keep your legs spread wide. Lift your hips.” She slid a pillow under him so that the soft skin between his legs was completely exposed. “Excellent.”

  Beth stepped back and studied him. His body lay like a banquet in front of her, with its most sensitive areas fully exposed for her handling. The tension necessary to maintain this position emphasized his muscles and made him look even more masculine.

  “Now hear the rules of your test, ranger.”

  Sean’s head turned towards her voice and his breathing seemed to stop.

  “I am going to tease you with three fabrics. You must keep your fingertips and feet pressed firmly against the bed at all times, ranger. You will receive ten blows for every time your fingertips or feet fail to touch the bed. The goddess wishes you to move the rest of your body often. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Sean’s voice was very steady.

  Beth looked him over again and then reached for the first fabric.

  A long strip of silk velvet glided over Sean’s face before gliding down to caress his shoulders. It traveled slowly across him, taking special delight in seeking out hidden places.

  “One,” came the count when it slipped under his arm and he shuddered as it found his pulse there.

  The velvet embraced his nipples and danced with his navel. It sank against his ankles before sliding underneath his thighs. It melted against the ribbons where they bound his balls. He choked and shivered.

  “Two.”

  It flirted with the plug’s base. He trembled.

  “Ma’am, please, oh Christ!”

  “Three.”

  “Oh fuck!” he swore, hips jerking wildly.

  “Four,” as another tremor rocked his body. He grunted and bit his lip until blood dripped, as he mastered himself.

  Finally the velvet moved away from him.

  Beth explored Sean slowly with the Venice lace. It was soft, textured and seemed particularly good at lifting hairs away from his body.

  He twitched when it dropped on his cock like a delicate hammer blow. “Shit,” he hissed.

  “Five.”

  Finally she dragged metallic tulle across him. It looked like a fine golden net, every wire standing in clear contrast to his white skin. It scratched him lightly, a harsher sensation that he welcomed in his growing excitement. His cock stood stronger and his breathing deepened when she rubbed his nipples, his shoulders twisting to follow her hand.

  “Six.”

  She slapped his cock lightly with the tulle and he bucked hard.

  “Seven.”

  His hips writhed as they followed the tulle’s path. The scent of his musk came clearly over incense. He kept his fingertips and feet in the required position despite the tulle’s teasing. She finally lifted the bright web from his sweating skin, recognizing that he’d signaled how many strokes he wanted from the spanking.

  “At ease, ranger.”

  Sean collapsed onto the bed and groaned softly. Beth gently stroked his arms and legs, easing circulation’s return.

  Then she snatched off one clamp, giving her warrior a faster release than normal. He yelped at the agony as blood rushed into his nipple. She bent her head and licked it carefully, covering the pain with pleasure.

  Sean groaned and tossed his head from side to side. “Ma’am, please, oh ma’am, more please,” he begged. The tulle had verified his checklist’s claim: he liked strong sensation.

  Beth removed the remaining clamp with equal speed and suckled him, binding the clamp’s harshness to the wet heat of her mouth. He moaned happily and arched his back, shamelessly seeking more.

  She lingered over his chest for long minutes, adorning the strong muscular curves with soft laving caresses before sucking and nipping his nipples. They shone brilliantly red against his golden pelt when she lifted her head. He was truly beautiful, flushed with heat in such delightful areas, as he quivered against the golden silk.

  Her hand covered his face for a moment, warning him of the changed focus, before she pulled the blindfold over his head.

  Sean squeezed his eyes shut and opened them slowly. He shuddered slightly and ran his tongue slowly over his lips, then straightened to his full length.

  Beth seated herself in the armchair again, very pleased with her warrior. He could have wriggled less often if he wanted fewer blows. “Fetch me the gloves from the table, ranger.”

  Sean found a pair of fingerless, black leather gloves where she indicated. He bowed in front of her and lifted the gloves to her, spread across his hands. Beth accepted the gloves and pulled each one on slowly.

  Sean watched her, spellbound and speechless. An occasional fine spasm ran through his body.

  “Turn around, ranger, so you may be bound for your ordeal.”

  Sean spun in a single clean movement that screamed eagerness and Beth purred softly.

  “Right hand first, ranger. Now the left.” She efficiently wrapped black velvet ribbon around his wrists just above his wrist bone, so that each hand rested against the opposing forearm. He would be able to stay bound like this for a long time.

  “Well done, ranger,” she praised his acquiescence and he bowed his head in acknowledgment. “Now kneel down and bend over the bed, ranger, to receive your punishment.”

  Sean dropped to his knees smoothly and bent over as directed, quivering when her leather-clad hands caught and steadied him.

  “You will keep your legs together at all times, ranger. It’s the best way to protect your balls.”

  He flinched briefly. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “How do you give the warning, ranger?”

  “I sound out the word, alarm, ma’am.”

  “Good lad.” Her voice was a bit abstracted. She slipped a pillow under his chest for his comfort and stood back to consider his position. Long tremors flowed across him as he waited for her next move.

  “May I speak, ma’am?”

  “You have not been commanded to silence, ranger,” Beth corrected him, dragging a fingernail down his spine in emphasis. He choked back a gasp and took a minute before talking again, turning his head against the golden silk to watch her.

  “I would like to ask that you only count the good strokes, ma’am.”

  Beth’s eyebrow lifted, considering his request. He wanted all seventy strokes to be heavy sensation? His eyes burned bright blue as he stared at her, silently begging.

  “You have done well so far, ranger, and the goddess is pleased with you. You may have this boon.”

  “Thank you, ma’am!”

  Beth trailed her fingers over one shoulder and down his arm to his palm, enjoying the shudder that flowed through him in response. She acquainted herself with his other arm in the same way, reminding him of the pleasure that her hands could bring. She visited his shoulders and spine, then his thighs, until he sighed and twisted under her touch.

  Once she had returned him to sexual expectations, she dealt the first blow so it fell light as a raindrop. He hummed softly and waited patiently.

  Beth smiled wryly. He would learn soon enough, especially when the plug started rocking between his tailbone and prostate and sent each swat dancing into his groin. How much of a sensual spanking would he enjoy? Would he be still be so willing when the seventieth blow fell?

  She built the blows up slowly, always watching for his reaction to each increase in intensity. She stroked him where the blows landed, massaging the sensation in
to a broader area of skin as she kept him eager.

  His arousal built as his skin heated and his hips began to twist and writhe. She dealt different types of swats, usually with the flat of her hand but sometimes only with her fingertips. She laid the blows evenly across his buttocks but emphasized the sweet spot above his thighs, where each contact sent a wave of pleasure through his pelvis and up his spine. She dealt a few swats to his shoulders, sending blood there to prepare him for the future.

  She sharpened the tempo, pushing him to a higher level, and his arousal followed her lead. He moaned and wriggled under her hand, his ass clenching as the red heat built under his skin.

  She smacked the plug lightly and he quivered in response before he begged her for more, pushing his hips up to meet her hand.

  Her hand burned, matching his skin. The leather spread the blaze to every pore it touched, whether or not they’d felt his ass. She ran her hands down his back, driven to bring his heat into herself. He growled softly and arched against her palms, welcoming every touch. He was well started and now it was time to aim for more.

  Beth found a soft deerskin flogger among her toys and came back to him. She laid the flogger against his back and slowly rubbed the soft leather tails against him, letting him feel the flogger first as part of her.

  “Please, ma’am. Flog me, please,” he sighed, his eyes drooping shut.

  She dragged the tails over him until he hummed and twisted to follow the caress. Then she tapped him lightly, teaching him how a soft thud felt. He moaned happily and wriggled under the different sensation. She landed a stronger blow and he stayed with her easily as she built the intensity. It was the smoothest dance she’d ever had with a submissive.

  After landing a few blows with real force, she ran an ice cube over his skin. He yelped in surprise but soon started purring as the ice eased the pain. She trailed ice over all of his shoulders and buttocks, letting him enjoy the contrasting sensations. The ice’s meltwater carried subsequent blows’ impact across still more skin, building bliss. He began to rub his cock against the bed seeking more stimulation.