by Ann Jacobs
“Come on, slave, time’s wasting,” he said as he gave her a leg up.
Later, Keisha spread a blanket on the ground under a towering oak tree while Matt hobbled their horses at the edge of a slow-running stream a few yards away. Her ass and thighs ached from the ride, but she felt great as she sat and breathed in the crisp autumn air. The breeze ruffled limbs that were bright with their fall foliage, sending a few gold, orange and red leaves spinning around her as she set out their lunch.
She wrinkled her nose at the half sandwich, cottage cheese, lettuce and fresh pear she set out for herself, unable to avoid looking longingly at her Master’s pair of roast turkey sandwiches on fresh rye. He’d give her part of his if she asked, but if she overate, she’d probably throw up and that wouldn’t be fun.
He met her gaze, his expression playful. “Mmm, this is good.”
“I bet it is, Master.” She fished a fork out of her napkin and started eating her salad, slowly as she’d learned was necessary now that her stomach was less than half the size it used to be. “How long do you think it will take before I get down to the weight that Dr. Stein insists I need to be?”
“She said it should take a year, so I’d say you should be there by the time our trees start putting out new leaves next spring.” He looked up at the limb nearest them. “April. I can barely wait.”
“You know, you promised that when I hit my goal, you’d become my sex slave again.”
Matt shot her that sexy grin that always made her heart do flip-flops. “Yeah. I’m good with that. I told you I would be, when we agreed to pull this switch.”
“You even like being my pony slave, don’t you?” She pictured him naked, his hot, tight ass in the air, tail swishing over his straining thighs as he pulled her around the paddock in the pony cart. For a few seconds she relived the day she’d had him put the cart and gear away in the barn after finding herself unable to handle more than the slightest exertion. It had been so long. Too long since she’d been able to exert her will on her beloved slave.
“If my Mistress wishes, that is when she becomes my Mistress again. Meanwhile, now that you’ve finished your lunch, come over here and suck my cock while I finish my sandwich.”
When he unzipped his jeans his long, thick cock sprang free. The thick barbell in his ampallang piercing gleamed in the afternoon sun. The wretch had left off his underwear that morning. He must have planned this along with their ride and the picnic.
He shot her a challenging look. “Do it now, my reluctant darling.”
Keisha bent and sampled the drop of slick, salty lubrication in his slit. He tasted good. Funny how she’d always hated sucking cock before, when it felt so good now to take Matt in her mouth and savor the taste and texture of him. She lowered her head, took him deeper until his cock head tickled her throat and her lips rested against his smooth, hairless crotch, his silky ball sac.
He’d never followed through on the threat to quit waxing his body hair, for which she was grateful. When he’d shaved her pussy for the first time not long after her surgery, she’d discovered right away how much she liked the feeling of smooth, naked skin on naked skin. It felt so good that she intended to keep shaving even after she reclaimed the dominant position in their relationship. She might even have the hair removed permanently, if only to deprive Matt of the pleasure of keeping her pussy smooth. On the other hand she might not. She loved the way he always licked her mound and labia after he shaved her, to make sure he’d gotten every last hair.
Sucking him as though he were a huge, salty lollipop, she used her hands to knead his muscular thighs. It felt incredible when he tangled his fingers in her loose hair, which he wouldn’t let her tie back out of the way, now that he was in charge. “That’s right, sweetheart, my come’s gonna be your dessert. Omigod!” He held her on his cock, stopping her from lifting her head off him. “Suck me. Hard. Oh yeah, like that.”
She wanted to feel his cock in her cunt, stretching and filling her. He had her wound tight, every cell in her body screaming for a release that he might or might not grant her. Just as she used to withhold satisfaction from him.
Oh God. He slid one hand along her throat, lower. Caught a nipple between his fingers and pulled it, imitating the motion she was making on his cock. It felt…delicious. Fuck, but he knew how to prime her. Her cunt clenched and her clit swelled against her panties.
She wanted his mouth on her, wanted his tongue lapping up the moisture she felt building between her legs. No, she needed him to take her, pound his monster cock into her body. She wanted him to claim her cunt the way he was claiming her mouth.
“Stop. Now. Stand up against the tree and drop your pants. I want to come inside your hot, wet cunt.” Matt sounded stressed, as stressed as Keisha felt.
Lifting her mouth off him, she scrambled to her feet, slid her loose jeans and silk panties down around her ankles and braced her hands against the tree. “Like this, Master?”
“Oh yeah. Just like that.” He grasped her ass cheeks, the workout-toughened skin on his hands abrading her flesh as he slid them higher, under her loose shirt. After deftly unfastening her bra, he caught her breasts and kneaded them while he pounded into her from behind. “I love your big tits, almost as much as I love your cunt. It’s so wet for me. Oh God.”
“Oh God” was right. When he fucked her like this she remembered her pony stallion, sweaty and panting from exertion, fucking her against the paddock fence. She recalled the arousing smell of his sweat mingled with the musk of their sex. And she wanted to experience that again. She wanted to make her big, beautiful slave feel her dominance. But shit! Right now she was his slave and what she wanted most was to pleasure him. “Fuck me hard, Master. Please,” she begged. “Make me come.”
“You like me fucking you this way, don’t you, my reluctant little slave?” Shifting slightly, he pulled almost free then slammed into her harder, deeper.
Deep in her belly she felt it coming. The tingling, congested feeling that demanded release. “Yes!”
“Yes, what?” He paused, his cock buried to the balls in her.
It felt delicious, but she needed the friction. Needed to come. “Yes, Master.”
“Do you want to come now?” His deep, hoarse tone told her he was close, too.
“God yes.”
“Beg me nicely and I may let you.”
“Please, Master, may I come?”
He started to move again, slow and deep. “Yeah, baby, come. Come for your Master.” With every stroke he touched her G-spot and the pressure in her belly built to a fever pitch. Delicious. Maddening. “Come now.”
It was as though a dam inside her burst. Erotic sensations sped along every nerve ending. Her vaginal muscles clenched around his naked, spasming cock. Hot spurts of his release fed her climax and made it last what seemed like forever.
Finally spent, she slumped against the scratchy bark of the tree, barely noticing when he lifted her and laid her on the blanket.
Chapter Two
Eight months after the Switch
Smart-ass honky. Keisha sighed when Matt smirked at her as he drove past the chain doughnut shop where she’d had a brief relapse the last time she went shopping at this mall. “So you don’t believe I learned my lesson, huh? Think I need a Master’s discipline to keep away from temptations like that? Is that why you insisted on comin’ along to help me buy another new wardrobe?”
The bright holiday lights bathed his handsome face in shades of red and green. “I’m just being careful with my most prized possession, baby. You got mighty sick the last time you treated yourself to all those doughnut holes. Besides, I like watching you try on new threads.” Matt pulled her Escalade into a parking spot and shut down the engine. “Get a move on. We don’t want to be late to the dungeon, do we?”
“No, Master.” Her tone sounded so sickeningly sweet, Keisha thought she might have used up her allotted calories for the next week, just from listening to herself grovel. “What do you have in mind
for me tonight?”
He grabbed her hand and brought it to her lips then practically dragged her toward the mall. “If I remember correctly, you never would tell me ahead of time so I could anticipate my torture. Surely you don’t expect me to give you a preview.”
“Wretch. I’d sometimes give you hints.” Since they’d been riding the horses early every morning for the past month and playing under that oak tree that by now had lost the last of its autumn leaves, she’d been looking forward to their next night at Rebels’ Roost. Today, while he was at practice, she’d even made herself come while imagining what delicious torments he might have in store for her.
Once they were inside and headed toward her favorite shop for clothes, he bent and whispered in her ear over the familiar sounds of the Christmas songs that were luring kids to the mall’s Santa display. “You remember how much you used to like watching me get ass-fucked?”
Oh yeah. She remembered. The thought made her cunt clench. “Uh-huh.”
“I think I’ll see how you like that. Only it won’t be quite the same.” The grin he shot her way said a hell of a lot more than his words.
She didn’t think she’d like whatever it was Matt had in mind, but now they were inside the store and she didn’t want to give the other shoppers and the salesclerks an earful. Smiling sweetly at him, she headed toward a rack full of coordinated slacks and tops. “Do you like this?” She held up a multicolored top that looked a lot like a shortened muumuu.
He wrinkled his nose. “I like being able to ogle your shape, and I can’t do it if you cover it up in a tent. I want to see you wearing tight jeans and tops that cling to your gorgeous curves.”
“I bet you do.” Her curves weren’t all that gorgeous yet, but they would be once she hit that magic number. She was already considering having plastic surgery to get rid of skin that hadn’t contracted sufficiently as she lost weight, something she wouldn’t do until she took back the reins in their relationship because she had a feeling her Master would say no. Grabbing the smallest jeans off the rack and scooping up a magenta turtleneck sweater, she headed for the dressing room. “You coming?”
“Oh yeah.”
Twenty minutes later Keisha made what she figured would be her final purchase from the store that catered to plus-size women. She had trouble believing how much she’d shrunk since last spring when she’d had the surgery. She kind of missed the bulk. It had been a statement about her power as a Domme as much as anything. But she didn’t miss the shortness of breath or the constant feelings of lethargy.
She started to lift the bulging sacks, but Matt stopped her.
“Give me those. They look way too heavy for such a skinny girl to carry.” His teasing grin made her smile back at him. “We’re off to Rebels’ Roost.”
* * * * *
Dungeon night. It had a special meaning to her. To Matt, too, she realized as she took in his thoughtful expression. God but she loved him, even if he had taken control and forced her to do what she’d known deep down that she had to. Soft, sensual music flowed over them as they descended the stairs to the main dungeon at Rebels’ Roost.
“Sid must be tying Talia up again tonight,” Matt commented as they stepped into the main dungeon.
Keisha smiled up at him, loving the dark, dangerous look of him in the dimly lit room then looking around to see that Matt was right. Diminutive receiver, Sid Cassidy, was spotlighted as he suspended his tiny, blonde slave above the center stage in an elaborate pattern of Japanese rope bondage.
When Matt put his hand at Keisha’s back, she moved with him toward the dressing rooms, liking the closeness he seemed determined to foster between them—gentle Master and reluctant slave though they might be.
Keisha stripped quickly and changed into a leopard-patterned bodysuit with convenient cutouts in all the appropriate places. Even a month ago, the last time they’d come here, she couldn’t have stuffed herself into this outfit Matt had bought her while he’d been on a road trip to Orlando at the beginning of the season. When she glanced in the mirror, she grinned. It fits fine now. I look downright hot if I say so myself. She shoved her feet into stilettos then tweaked her nipples so they stood out.
Matt will like me this way. With a growing sense of self-confidence she sauntered out into the main dungeon. When she saw him it was all she could do to keep her tongue in her mouth. Her man was beyond hot. Masterful. The black, leather body harness he had on reminded her of the old days when she used to rig him up in another type of harness and hitch him to the pony cart for a ride.
But he didn’t look like a slave now. No, she was the slave and she’d do well to remember it, until she took off this last forty pounds. Dropping to her knees, she crawled to him, excitement coursing through her body when he reached down and pulled her up and into his arms.
A dozen pairs of eyes bored into her as players paused in their own games to check them out. Spotlights swirled around the room, red and yellow and green, as her Master led her to the darkened stage at the right of Sid and Talia. Keisha froze for a minute, unused to having so much attention focused on her as the submissive partner in their play.
“Come on, my precious slave.” Matt spoke softly yet with an authority she couldn’t deny. “Show our friends you’re not afraid to follow your Master.”
Colors swirled around them as they made their way to the stage. The lights followed them, caught the buckles on his harness and turned his muscular, tanned body into delectable shades of dark and light. His dark-brown hair glowed in the light, and his eyes were pools of hot, liquid desire. When she saw his huge, pierced cock jutting straight out from his groin, her breath caught in her throat.
He drew her up the steps. “I’m gonna make you the center of attention as well as the center of my world.”
Hot. His gaze scalded her as he took her in his arms and her nipples peaked when he drew her hard against his chest. “Don’t be shy about submitting to me, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman in the room.”
“To you, maybe, Master.” But she loved hearing him say it. For the first time in years she felt she was beautiful, at least to Matt. That was all that really mattered.
He caught her long, straight hair in one meaty fist, forcing her to look into his eyes. “If I say you’re beautiful, you are. Not just to me but to everybody. You know what I want, don’t you?”
She knew. Going to her knees, she braced her hands on his powerful thighs and took him in her mouth. When she moved on him, he widened his stance and gave her access to his low-hanging sac. She loved how his testicles shifted against her hands when she stroked him there, how his cock twitched in her mouth at her gentle touch.
“Oh yeah. Don’t stop.” He laced his fingers through her hair, his touch sure, confident. Dominant.
She was no sniveling sub but she loved showing her respect, her love for her man, even now as he brought home the fact that he was in charge to her as well as everybody who was watching them. Flashing lights cast their hues on his buff body, illuminating his smooth, golden skin as they rocked on each other to the sensuous beat of the music.
The musky scent of his sex filled her nostrils as she took his cock deeper, sucked him harder. God but she wanted him inside her, stretching and filling her cunt…fucking her hard and fast.
“Stop, baby.” His calloused fingers chafed her cheeks as he drew her off him. “I want to fuck you now.”
“Oh yeah. Fuck me, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Master.” The word still caught on her tongue every time he made her acknowledge his dominance, but she managed to spit it out.
He laughed as he helped her to her feet. “Up on the fucking swing, my reluctant slave. I want all your holes wide open for me.”
Before the switch, he wouldn’t have dared ask her to do this, and she’d felt too lousy to demand that he put himself on the swing for her pleasure. Now she arranged herself at his command within the flimsy-looking webbing that would support her torso
, arms and legs. “How much weight will this thing hold?” she asked when Matt began securing her for his pleasure.
He bent and nuzzled her ear before speaking in a deep, husky tone. “Way more than you, sweetheart. Don’t you remember how you rigged me up in this, last season?”
“Yeah.” That seemed so long ago, before all this—before she’d agreed to have this surgery and let Matt become her temporary Master. The familiar smell of his aftershave surrounded her. It stayed in the air even after he’d straightened and moved behind her. A metallic click and then another let her know he was throwing light switches on the wall behind her.
He’d centered the focus of the strobe lights on her, blue and red and bright, illuminating yellow. God help her, he’d put her out on display for anybody who cared to look. She’d never have allowed this if she were in charge, though she’d often done it to him. Curious eyes seemed to bore into her from around the room, friends and near-strangers alike, as though drawn to her nowhere-near-perfect body by the light show.
She held her breath as he came back to her and adjusted the ropes on the swing until her ass hung level with his jutting erection. “I think you’re gonna like this, my hot little slave. I know I will.” His body heat scalded her when he moved closer, bent over her back and molded his hands around her breasts. “Look around. See how seeing you this way is making all the guys’ cocks get hard.”
Coach Zanardi had his wife Susan on her knees, servicing him the way Keisha had just serviced Matt. Jimmy Bronson jacked his cock while his Julie looked on, and Sid paused in wrapping the elaborate rope bondage he was applying to his submissive bride. Keisha’s friend and fellow Domme, Tawny Winters, was on her knees removing Jack’s chastity device while Jack watched her, his eyes dark with passion.
The women who weren’t otherwise occupied with their own Masters were drooling over Matt. Keisha was already wet, just thinking about him taking her in a way she’d never have allowed before she’d let him take over. The heat of his big hands on her butt cheeks reminded her he was in complete control over her body. Her mind.