Dominate Him? Now There's A Switch

This story occurs a couple of days after "Dominate her? His Pleasure' and includes the same characters...

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Click. It was two days since he had teased and tormented her, and she hadn't spent those days idly. He let out a low moan as she lightly ran her tongue up his cock; not an unusual way to be woken, as she loved giving head and he always slept naked. He started to move his hands to caress her hair, slowly coming out of his slumber, when he felt the handcuffs that by now had secured him to the bed. This unexpected turn of events meant that he was fully awake and alert in no time.

"What the..." he started, before she put a finger to his lips.

As his eyes adjusted to the morning light, he saw his girlfriend climbing off him and standing over him at the side of the bed. This beautiful woman who was so submissive just two nights before, was now dressed in a black push up bra which accentuated her pert C-cup breasts, a black corset (which he had never seen before), black knickers, black hold-ups and black 4 inch heels. The effect was dramatic, especially with her golden hair tied up in a severe ponytail. She looked stunning; better than his wildest fantasies.

"What are you doing?" he started again, but this time instead of her soft fingers on his lips, he felt the palm of her hand slapping him across the face. He was shocked, turned on and puzzled all at once, and lay motionless as she slowly turned round, and peeled off her panties revealing her perfect, taught ass. She rolled them up and swiftly popped them into his gaping mouth.

"If you know what's good for you you'll leave those there!" she barked, a stern look across her face. She was enjoying being in this position of power more than she thought she might, and could feel a cool breeze across her rapidly dampening pussy lips. She knew that he fantasised about being dominated, and as much as she had enjoyed her submission, she had spent the past two days wondering what it would be like from the Dom's side.

"Today is Saturday," she started, "and for today, you are mine. You will follow my rules and commands, and serve me completely until midnight tonight. Failure to carry out my commands will result in punishment. If you wilfully disobey me, or attempt to regain control, I will refuse all sexual advances for two weeks. Do I make myself clear?"

She knew that she wouldn't be able to resist him for that long, but the threat was enough and he was rapidly nodding his agreement.

"You do seem keen to serve, but I think I need a little insurance," she said mysteriously. She wandered to the door of the bedroom, and looking back couldn't help but make the joke "Don't go anywhere now will you."

She was gone for around a minute, before returning with a box.

"I been busy over the past couple of days, doing some research and doing a little shopping. It's amazing what people leave lying around on their hard drive" she said, and he flushed deep crimson as he remembered the fantasies of domination he had written before he met her. He began to get a little bit nervous, as he had never imagined actually going through with some of the more kinky episodes from the darker corners of his mind.

She then pulled out a small butt plug, almost causing his eyes to burst out of his head: His girlfriend was great in bed, but he had never imagined that she could actually go into a sex shop, let alone buy anything. He wondered what other surprises she might have in store. He was a little anxious about having anything bigger than her finger up his ass (which he enjoyed occasionally when receiving a blowjob), but his hard on gave him away:

"Ooh, looks like you want me to open that asshole of yours!" she cooed.

She put a dollop of lube onto her finger, and eased it into his ass. She then took his cock in her hand, and slowly worked it up and down, massaging it to its thickest and longest size. She then slowly inserted the butt plug into his ass, causing him to buck his hips, firstly with a little discomfort, but mainly in pleasure. He moaned again in disappointment when she removed her hands from his cock.

"Don't worry," she said with a laugh, "it'll be a LONG time before you get to cum... I haven't forgotten your teasing that quickly!"

With that, she brought out the next of her purchases - a black rubber cock ring.

"This should keep you interested though," she said, giving his cock one last rub before snapping it tightly over his shaft.

"My, that does make you a big boy," she said mockingly as the blood surged into his cock but was unable to escape. "Right then, time for my insurance."

She took out a digital camera, and could see the fear in his eyes as she took a couple of snaps of him, lying naked, handcuffed with panties in his mouth, a plug in his ass and a ring round his cock. She quickly downloaded the pictures onto her laptop.

"Don't worry," she said when she saw the anger rising in his eyes, "as I said, these are just insurance. I'm emailing them to myself so you can't get to them, and if you follow my instructions no one else will ever see them. However, if you disobey me, who knows what I might do in a fit of pique!"

He was relieved by these words, and the sight of his stunning girlfriend in dominatrix attire was plenty to make him obey, insurance or not.

She was really beginning to enjoy herself, and the sight of his rock hard cock was too much for her. She straddled him and ever so slowly sank her now very juicy pussy onto his shaft. She loved the feeling of his cock filling her up, and with the ring on it felt even bigger than usual. After riding him for a couple of minutes, she decided that he was getting too much pleasure (she still hadn't forgotten her submission by any means!), and slowly pulled the panties from his mouth. He knew well enough not to say anything, but he wasn't given much time before her wet slit descended onto his waiting mouth.

"Make me cum!" she ordered.

He loved the taste of her tangy, sweet juices, and went to work, nibbling on her clit and probing inside her with his tongue. She ground herself down onto his face; pleasure surging throughout her body as the feeling of power grew in her. She felt her first orgasm of the day building, and screamed as the pleasure shook her body. She climbed off him onto somewhat shaky legs, but regained her composure before his eyes readjusted.

"The rules of today are as follows," she began. "Firstly, you will do exactly as I say, and do nothing unless you are told. Secondly, you will address me as Mistress all day, whether in private or public. You may not cum unless I give you permission; if you do you will be severely punished. If you do these things, I will reward you when you have earnt it. Do you understand?"

"I guess," he said, his head still spinning from the sensations in his body, the sight of his girlfriend and the fact that he was about to live out his deepest fantasy. He was so caught up that he had forgotten rule number two, and although he blurted out "Mistress!" it was a few seconds too late.

"So, you wish to disobey me already!" she shouted, surprised at how genuinely cross she was at his disobedience. "Maybe I should send that picture to everyone on your address book!"

With that, his face drained of colour; she wouldn't...would she?

"This will be your last warning, and a taste of things to come if you don't shape up quickly. Turn over," she said, undoing the cuffs from the bed, but not from his wrists. "Lift your ass up – on your knees!" she barked, as he assumed a classic submissive position, face down on the bed with his ass at her mercy.

She felt another surge in between her legs as she saw him submitting to her. She went once again to her box, and pulled out a large hairbrush.

"I think 10 should do it," she said as she struck him firmly on his cheeks. He wanted to scream out, partly from the shock, but partly from the pain. Still, he knew better than to talk and clenched his teeth and took it. By the fifth swat his ass felt on fire, and every hit drove the butt plug deeper inside him...and yet his cock seemed to be growing in size, and he realised that he was in fact enjoying the situation, and was overcome with gratitude for her giving him his fantasy. He resolved to serve his Mistress as best he could for the rest of the day.

"Thank you Mistress," he said almost inaudibly when she was done, beginning to revel in the fantasy. The words were a powerful aphrodisiac to her ears, and she felt another surge to her already engorged clit.

She laid out his clothes on the bed: A loose fitting white shirt, some dark blue jeans, and some brown leather shoes.

"You will wear these until I say otherwise," she said whilst undoing the cuffs, "shower and dress quickly, I will return shortly. Don't you dare remove your toys whilst I'm gone."

With that she was gone, and he heard her walking downstairs. He quickly jumped out of bed, his mind racing over the events of the morning, not least because he was reminded by the plug, the ring and his sore ass. He shaved and showered as fast as he could, refraining from touching himself but still rock hard. He then slipped on the shirt, through which you could make out his brown nipples, and then on with the jeans. As she had left him no underwear, the rough material made him ever aware of his red ass, and of his impressive erection bulging at his front. He finished dressing and not knowing what else to do, knelt at the end of the bed. When he heard her return he kept his eyes lowered, instinctively knowing that this was appropriate.

She smiled when she saw him kneeling, for she too had been doing her research, and that he was so willing pleased her greatly.

"You may look at me," she said, and as he raised his eyes he saw that she was now wearing heeled, black leather boots, tight black jeans and a tight fitted white blouse, which showed off her black bra underneath. "Let's go."

With that, she turned on her heels and left the room, with him scurrying after. The sensations of his hard cock rubbing against his jeans and the plug embedded in his ass made him struggle to keep up. When they got to the car, she pushed him against the door and kissed him hard on the lips, twisting his nipple through his shirt, causing him to gasp.

"Thank you Mistress," he said when she broke free, and again her pussy flooded.

When he got into the car, she set off driving down the road. It was only when they went over the first speed bump that she let out a little cackle, as the plug was driven into his ass, and he saw the other 9 bumps before they got to the main road. He couldn't help but wonder where they were going, but he supposed that he didn't have much choice left in the matter!

They arrived at her favourite coffee shop, and as they walked in, someone he didn't recognise immediately waved at her. They went over, and she sat down next to the new friend, and she told him to sit too.

"This is my new friend Samantha," she began, "I met her yesterday in the gym, and when we got chatting in the bar afterwards I realised how useful she could be. We shared a couple of bottles of red, and as ever the conversation eventually came round to sex."

He was beginning to worry; who was this friend and how much did she know. He could feel himself going crimson at the very thought of this stranger knowing what had already happened.

"As I said, we got chatting, and Sam told me that she was just in town on business. She has never been here before, she will almost certainly never come again, and she leaves this afternoon. As such, there is no danger that you will bump into her again, or that any of what happens today will spread to anyone you know. Given these facts, I told her that I planned to tie you up, blackmail you and use you as I wished, and I asked if she would like to join in. We have discussed a few plans for you. What do you say."

He was stunned; he had often fantasised about a threesome, but he had never thought about anyone else knowing about his submissive side. Still, she was safe, and again there was little he could do, apart from which his cock was still bulging in his trousers, and he was desperate for relief – maybe it would come from her. He studied her briefly, and although she was a few years older that he, in her early thirties, she had beautiful dark eyes, cropped dark hair, and from what he could tell, the body of a much younger woman.

"Thank you Mistress," he said for the third time, almost under his breath, not really being sure whether he meant it or not.

Samantha let out a little laugh, only really believing this strange woman for the first time. They had had fun in the gym, and she was extremely adventurous in bed, so when this beautiful woman had told her of her plans she was more than willing to go along with it, even if it came to nothing in the end. Still, hearing him use the word Mistress in public convinced her that the situation was real, and she too began to feel a warm tingling in her clit.

She was pleased that Samantha had actually turned up, and whilst she was loathe to share him, she knew that whatever happened, the cock ring would save his cum for her.

"Shall we?" she said to Samantha.

"Lets!" Samantha replied eagerly.

They left the coffee house and walked a short distance down the street. There they entered a large, rather plush hotel. Samantha showed them both up to her room on the top floor, and they went in, locking the door after themselves. The room was large, with a big, four-poster double bed, a sofa and chairs, and large french windows leading onto the balcony.

"I think that Samantha deserves some control now," she said, settling herself in one of the chairs. She motioned that Samantha should take over, and leaned back to enjoy the show.

"Strip!" ordered Samantha, circling him.

He hesitated and looked over at his girlfriend, pleading with her with his eyes. She just laughed and slipped and hand down to her sopping pussy. The next thing he felt was a sharp slap across his still rather sore behind, and he surrendered himself to his fate. One by one he undid the buttons on his shirt, but too slowly for Samantha: She grabbed the material and ripped the last three buttons off the shirt, leaving him topless. He kicked off his shoes, and rather faster this time unbuttoned his jeans. His face was bright red as his solid cock sprang forth, as she pulled his trousers to the ground.

She continued to circle him, drawing her nails across his chest, until she was behind him.

"Well well, what have we got here then," she said, giving the butt plug a little twist. "You've obviously been a bad boy this morning, and from the look of that nice cock of yours, you enjoy a little anal action too. Still, I think we can do better than that!"

With that, she slowly walked over to her dresser, and pulled out another butt plug. This one was a fair size bigger though, flaring out to about two inches, and tapering to around an inch, and about three inches long. He watched her intently, and although his stomach tightened at the sight of the plug, he was definitely enjoying the view. Samantha's face was extremely pretty, and her figure was petite and well toned. With a blonde and a brunette teasing him, he was pretty much open to anything.

Samantha applied a generous amount of lube to the plug, came round in front of him and dropped to her knees.

"That cock does look good enough to eat," she said, teasingly reaching between his legs and pulling out the smaller plug, brushing his swollen balls with her forearm. He could feel her breath on his cock and it took all of his strength not to thrust his hips towards her. He felt one of her hands gently spreading his ass cheeks, as the other applied increasing amounts of pressure with the plug. The smaller plug had opened his asshole enough that the tip eased in without too much trouble, and with the lube and some pushing, the larger plug slipped past his tight muscles, causing him to grunt as he was filled.

"There!" Samantha said, satisfied with herself.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" came the scream from behind her.

Samantha looked over her shoulder and smiled, as she saw his girlfriend rapidly frigging herself, eaking out the last of her orgasm.

"Don't mind me," she said "I'm just enjoying the show. Please, continue."

Samantha was feeling rather horny herself by now, and decided to tease him.

"Kneel!" she barked, pointing to the floor in front of the other chair.

He went over and assumed a submissive position, kneeling with his hands behind his back, his head bowed. She went back to her dresser, and pulled out a nine inch dildo. Deliberately, she walked over and put it on the chair in front of him, leaving him wondering what she had planned for the monster, and then retreated to behind him. He could hear shuffling, and after what felt like an eternity she reappeared naked, and settled herself into the chair, spreading her legs before him.

From where he was, he could see her glistening pussy juices, and as she began to rub the dildo along her pussy lips, he began to relax a little. She slowly eased the huge plastic cock all the way inside her. He was captivated by the sight, and found himself completely engrossed and extremely turned on by this stranger masturbating in front of him. She closed her eyes and placed her other hand on her clit, rubbing it in time with the thrusting of the dildo, moaning softly to herself. Suddenly she felt another pair of hands on her breasts, teasing the nipples and cupping them. She looked up and saw his girlfriend standing over her, smiled, and went after her orgasm. The triple sensations of the cock, her hand on her clit and the woman massaging her breasts were soon too much, and her whole body tensed as it was wracked with the best orgasm she could remember.

Once the waves of pleasure had subsided, she looked down at the man kneeling at her feet. He looked up, and was overcome with the sight of this beautiful, wanton brunette, with his blond girlfriend standing behind her, her hands draped over the other woman's breasts.

"PLEASE MISTRESSES!" was all he could manage, almost screaming with his pent up frustration.

"SILENCE!" they barked in unison, both having to stop themselves from laughing at their joint Domination. "This should keep you quiet whilst we decide what to do with you," Samatha said, yanking back his head by his hair, and as he gasped, thrusting her recently used dildo into his mouth. He gagged as she thrust it into his throat, but following her warning not to let it fall, began to suck on it, savouring her juices.

Samantha and his girlfriend went to the far side of the room, and began whispering to each other. After a short while they returned, and both stood over him.

"This is what we have decided," his girlfriend began. "We will let you come...eventually, and I will fulfil another of your fantasies. First however, you must submit to what we have planned. You must decide now: Either stop, and have no sex for two weeks, or continue with no going back. If you start and then stop, those photos become public property."

By now his frustration was overwhelming, and whilst he feared whatever they might have discussed, he had gone too far to stop now.

"Mistress and Mistress Samantha, I will do whatever you want."

"Then follow me," said Samantha, walking over to the balcony. He hesitated for a second, before following her. It was broad daylight, but there were walls either side, and they were quite far up so someone would have to be specifically looking to be able to see. There was a metal fence at the edge of the balcony, and Samantha pushed him over to it, causing him to gasp as his cock hit the cold rail. She grabbed him by the cock, fed it under the bar, and kicked his legs apart, so that his thighs were pressed against the fence, with his cock jutting out at 90 degrees, being pressed down by the cold rail. He heard his girlfriend come behind him, and felt her cuff his ankles to the fence. She then cuffed his hands to his ankles, leaving his bent over prostrate, vulnerable from behind and vulnerable to anyone looking up from the street.