Tables Turned
It was proving easier than he thought, he reflected, after Eve’s call resulted in a request for a meeting in the coffee house. He had just completed the conveyancing for her and the documentation was ready for signatures. When Jenny had called her to schedule the meeting she had asked that it might take place at the cafe in her local town as getting to the office was inconvenient for her this week. He smiled to himself. This was a good play and it conformed to an expectation he had formed from their first meeting.
He cast his mind back to that first consultation. She had worn a low cut blue dress, which accentuated a sumptuous cleavage which his eyes roamed to throughout the meeting. When he had laid out the land folios and she had leaned over the desk to have a look, her cleavage and her exquisite lines took precedence over the lines marked on the map. It was hard to tell whether it was altogether intentional on her part. He didn’t think it was entirely so. She exuded a haughty air, which made a dicking of her all the more appealing and necessary. Whether she knew it or not she needed a good fuck and he would duly oblige, but on his terms.
I’m going to do it, but I’ll have some fun on the way he thought. It had become like a game to him. The power he had over some of these women never failed to amuse him. They came to him as clients and ended up as his steeds. He enjoyed the breaking of them and their subsequent submission. He had resolved to stable Eve for the winter, and to ride her as much as he wanted over the long months ahead. Her natural haughtiness would make the breaking of her all the more fun. He was going to enjoy the process and play it out for as long as necessary. He enjoyed the initial chase and the ultimate capitulation when it occurred.
She had said that this afternoon at 2pm suited. His diary afforded him an hour at that time, and the schedule for the afternoon was otherwise relatively dull. He knew that he was bored, and it was time to consider some playtime. The cafe was bustling. He settled into a booth with her and they both ordered Americanos. She was dressed casually, wearing a sweater, jeans and riding boots. She had been seated when he entered so he couldn’t fully appraise her. But he noted the promising shape of her tits as they bulged against the tight sweater, protesting against the restraint and seeking some form of release.
“Okay,” he said, laying out the papers. “Everything is sorted on our end. I’ll just need your signature and that of the neighbouring landowner and we are good to go. The folio has been adjusted to account for the change…..What!” he exclaimed as her boot glided up his thigh. He looked at her and she held his gaze.
“Well thank you,” she purred. “All it needs now is my signature on the dotted line, and we both know where that is!”
He recovered his poise quickly. She had surprised him. He had expected to be the one leading the way, but she had taken charge. As her boot sought out and settled upon his crotch, he decided there and then.
“Well, we seem to be both on the same page,” he smiled faintly. “What do you suggest?”
“You might want to come out to my place and look the area of land,” she said. “Just so that you can see it physically. I can give you an exclusive tour, and I can sign out there, then,” she stated.
“I’ll follow you out,” he said. “We can also discuss payment of my fees. Payment can be an ongoing arrangement, in instalments.”
He got into his car. Eve had just left before him. A grey October afternoon had just taken on an unexpected lustre. It had happened much quicker than he had expected and she had taken him by surprise. But what the hell. He would have liked a bit more chase, but he was going to thoroughly exult in giving her a good saucing. One hole at a time, he mused. His cock tingled again at the prospect. He stretched his fingers in anticipation. That reminded him. He put a call into the office.
“Jenny, cancel everything else in the diary for the afternoon. Something has come up. And if my wife rings, tell her I’m out.”
He pulled into the driveway. Eve stood at the front door and gestured him in. His tongue involuntarily flicked forward to his lips when he saw her. His cock was erect. He stepped into a hallway and then a living room.
“I’m just going to slip into something a bit more informal,” she said. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable. Fix a drink if you want,” she invited. She went through the doorway and then turned back. “Oh, and why not just take your clothes off as well.”
Again, he was momentarily transfixed by the rapidity of events. He took off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. Did she mean to do it here, he wondered. He looked at the sofa. Yes, it would make a good mounting platform, he thought. He removed his shoes and dropped his pants and boxers. His cock stood to attention. He stood naked, expectant. Mouth, first he thought. And then pussy and arse. Yes, he would do her in every hole, and then some.
A quick movement in the corner of his eye broke his reverie. She strode to him in a black leather outfit, wearing boots. He gaped.
“What the….”. She cut him off with a slap across the face.
“You piece of shit,” she said. “Get on your knees, you miserable cunt.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. It was almost hypnotic.
He dropped to his knees, seemingly powerless. She slapped him again and spit on him. He was now utterly powerless.
“Now, you are going to get an introduction to my world and your place in it,” she said.
He crawled on all fours, feeling the pull of the leash, attached to the dog collar around his neck. She had attached the dog collar as the spittle settled on his cheek. In some indescribable way he could not process, it made his powerlessness complete. She had attached the leash and stood imperiously over him. Even yet, his eyes were drawn to the contours of her body, which were merely accentuated by the leather, or was it PVC, one piece outfit. The leather boots were the coup de grace, however, the final piece that ensured he yielded like a panting dog. Proof of this came when she placed the heel in his mouth and told him to lick and worship it. “Good initial training,” she had said, whatever that meant.
Now he was being pulled down a corridor. They entered another room and he inhaled sharply. The view that met him was like something out of Dante’s inferno. His eyes and senses were assailed by a variety of cages, whips, canes, and implements that he couldn’t even guess the use of. She led him across to an x-shaped cross by one wall.
“What’s this,” he stuttered.
“This is where you get your beating,” she hissed.
“Eve,” he protested.
“From now on I am no longer Eve, but Mistress, so address me as such,” she ordered.
“Now stand up.”
He stood against the cross as she fastened his arms and legs. He whimpered as he realised he was fully tied up, with not even any wriggle room. He shuddered as she ran her nails down his back.
“Now you bitch, what shall we start you with?”
“Please,” he groaned. But he could sense the anticipation in her voice and movements.
“Ah yes,” she intoned. “I think some flogging to begin with, and then the cane and whip. You’ll take five of each, I think.
The lashes increased with intensity across his buttocks and lower back. He winced, his body and head jerking spasodmocially with every delivery. He could feel the rawness across his arse and back. The flogger hadn’t been too bad, or so he thought. The cane was a different matter. He grimaced sharply as the tail of the whip found contact again with his arse.
“Oh Mistress,” he pleaded.
She moved closer and whispered in his ear.
“That’s enough for the moment. You’ll have some nice welts to keep you comfortable over the next few days. And remember, this is only to break you in, so to speak.”
“What,” he groaned.
She laughed, as she untied him.
“Let’s go back to the sitting room shall we,” she said.
Again he had crawled back.
He saw his heap of clothes on the floor, now remnants from another world, a lost world.
She saw him gazing at them.
“Mmmm,” she said. “Yes, you would like to get dressed again, wouldn’t you. But I think you should try something else.”
From a cabinet drawer, she produced a pair of bright red silk panties.
“Put them on.”
“But…..”
She slapped him across the cheek.
“Do as your told, bitch.”
He stepped into the panties, pulling them up around his cock and arse. The feel of them was distinctly different. She stood back, appraising him.
“Very nice,” she said.
“Now on your knees again.”
He got down on his knees as she shook a small bell, that was sitting on the cabinet.
The door behind him opened.
“We have some company,” she purred.
A guy in a t-shirt and jeans stepped into his line of vision. He started, not sure that he was comprehending any of this anymore.
“I just want to show you what a real cock is like,” she said.
Almost as if on prompt, the guy took off his t-shirt, revealing a fit, well toned upper body.
“Bitch, unfasten his jeans,” she ordered.
“No, he said.
She leaned her face in close to him, grabbing his chin in the palm of her hand.
“Do as I say, do you understand.”
He nodded mutely.
He undid the button and upon her prompt pulled down the jeans. The guy was wearing boxers, contoured and stretched by the large bulge therein. She stood behind him, her head on his shoulder.
“Now take those down too.”
He fumbled initially and then found purchase and slowly pulled down. The cock strained against the boxers, eager for release. It gained its freedom and jaunted stiffly erect in front of him. Despite himself, he was in awe of its size and the sheer majesty of its gait. It was, simply, magnificent. It’s effect on him was almost hypnotic, and he could not avert his gaze, even if he had wanted to.
Mistress purred in his ear. “Now lick those balls.”
He moved his head below the shaft, his tongue seeking out the sack.
He made contact, his tongue moving swiftly over the terrain, seeking out its parameters, assessing their tautness. Now he moved his tongue back for a more langorous lick. My, but these appeared quite full.
“Now move up the shaft,” she instructed.
He moved slowly up the protuberance, and again its sheer size struck him. He lolled his tongue slowly on it, moving it as much around the wide circumference as he could. He took it slow, savouring every moment, until he reached the head.
“Tease it,” she ordered.
He moved his tongue slowly around it, covering every inch in its sweep until it reached the tip.
She pulled his head back. “Now suck it you whore, start by kissing it.”
He pursed his lips and kissed it. Then he opened his mouth, gripping his lips around the voluminous head. It was huge in his mouth, the taste of it enveloping him. He started gyrating his mouth, establishing a rhythm, in what he presumed what the correct way. He found his pace.
“Take it all,” she breathed in his ear.
He withdrew momentarily to catch his breath and then opened his mouth again and moved it as far down the shaft as he could.
“Now hold it for as long as you can,” she instructed.
He held the position, until he started to gag. She laughed, victoriously, as he eventually withdrew.
“Now for something else. Turn around,” she instructed the guy. His arse was now inches away.
“Pull his cheeks apart and rim him,” she ordered.
“But that’s disgusting,” he protested.
“Do it you fag*** bitch.”
He placed his hands on the arse cheeks and slowly parted them. He caught his breath and moved his face slowly towards the crevice, with the target of the arse hole looming ahead. He glided his tongue on the embankments of both cheeks, before moving it to the hole. He licked his slowly, circling it and letting it settle for spells on the tip. Then he moved his head down a fraction and proceed to lick it up and down.
“Enough of that,” she said. “Get sucking that cock again.”
Like the proverbial duck to water, his mouth once again latched around the cock. The rhythm this time seemed to come more naturally, easier. After a minute, he tasted faint salty tang of the precum, accompanied by a groan of pleasure from the guy.
“Keep sucking she instructed, let’s have a climax.”
He could feel the build-up in the cock. The anticipation from the occasional groan of the recipient. Then it came in one sudden jerk. That much needed release. The cock lunged in his mouth. He could feel the seed on the back of his throat straight away. The cock withdrew, and then the rest of the cum ejaculated across his upper face.
The cum dripped across his cheeks, across the same path her earlier spittle had taken.
“Clean his cock,” she said.
He obliged, moving his tongue across the tip.
“Now clean your face and eat the rest of it.”
He did, gathering it with the tip of his finger and sucking it off. The salty tang initially made him start, but only for a few seconds.
“Now I think you need something to wash all that down with,” she said.
He turned to face her, becoming aware now of the rest of the room. She was naked, and again the sight of her sheer splendour made his cock tingle, despite the humiliation he had endured.
“Lie on your back.”
He lay down as she positioned herself over his head.
“Open your mouth wide,” she said.
She half crouched. The piss, when it came, streamed into his mouth, its warmth making him recoil briefly, before he adjusted his swallow to take it. Some escaped across his face, mixing there with any trace of spunk still there. She stopped eventually.
“Now clean me,” she instructed.
He moved his tongue across her pussy, chasing any loose drops. The taste was divine.
He put his jacket back on.
“Next time you come, we’ll do something a little different. For example, you’ll be wearing some clothes the next time,” she sniggered.
“There won’t be a next time,” he said.
“Oh yes, there will,” she stated. “You see, there are two cameras in this room and we’ve filmed the whole thing. I also took some pictures on my phone of your little cock sucking escapade. I’ll send them to you later.
“If you don’t obey me from hereon, I’ll circulate them to your colleagues and family… See you next week, darling. And by the way, we will be introducing new elements to this all the time.”
He got into the car and pulled away. The sense of his enslavement to her engulfed him. Was that why his cock was so hard all the way home?
by slut penny
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