Message-ID: <745eli$9705091505@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: It's Her Turn Now - D/s, Femdom, F/m, cons., bond. IT'S HER TURN NOW He had had his fun with her... beyond anything she could imagine... the "games", the "punishments"... and now their time together was drawing to a close... only one more night to go... but this night, they had agreed that the roles would be reversed, and it was her turn to "repay" him for all his enjoyment of her.... and as she had always said... "payback is a real bitch." She planned carefully... He had gone out, only briefly, leaving her the run of the house. She quickly got out all the articles she needed for the coming evening... the ropes, the scarves, the various toys... this time, he was going to "get" as good as he had "given"... Then, she took a long, hot, quiet bath, and felt the soothing comfort of the water over her flesh... after which she took her time dressing... selecting the stockings, the demi-bra and tight dress which gave her body a "formidable" quality... Then she quickly penned the note and taped it to the front door, moved the chair into position in the livingroom, placed the impliments of his torment just out of sight and settled back to relax until he returned. It was just after dark when she heard the car pull into the driveway and she smiled secretly to herself, reaching over and picking up her favorite vibrator, hiking up her dress obscenely and turning the toy on. She gently slid it between the lips of her sex and allowed the gentle humming to ripple through her body, as she leaned back on the couch, her skirt pulled high, her legs spread wide, one knee propped on the couch, opening her in a most obscene manner. His first sight of her like this, unabashedly pleasuring herself would, she was sure, have an electric effect on him... and her. In her minds' eye, she saw him getting out of the car, moving toward the front door and then spotting the note, taking it down and reading it by the light of the porch. The words she had penned came flowing back to her.... "Tonight you are my slave. My property. You will do everything you are commanded to do without hesitation and with the proper respect. If you fail to perform anything to my satisfaction, you will be punished severely... and not always pleasantly. Here are your initial instructions. You are to ring the doorbell three times before you enter, or knock loudly three times. You will then close your eyes, step inside and shut and lock the door behind you. There will be no escape for you tonight. You may then open your eyes. You will see me. You are to say nothing the entire evening. You will have no safe word. You will be entirely at my mercy. As soon as you see me, you will drop anything you have in your hands, and get on your knees, placing your hands behind your back. You will then recieve further instructions from me which you will then follow to the letter. If you fail to comply with any of these instructions, there will be no second visit. You may now ring the bell and begin." And almost at that moment, she head the doorbell ring... and then again.... and then a third time.... and her sex throbbed with anticipation of the sweet revenge she was about to enjoy upon him.... She looked over and saw the door open, as he carefully stepped inside, his eyes tightly shut. He turns cautiously, feeling for the knob and closed the door, turning the lock. She could see that his hand was trembling, and he then took a long, deep, steadying breath and opened his eyes. The intake of air became a gasp as he saw her, seated upon the couch, her legs splayed wantonly, her hand almost casually working the humming vibrator slowly into and out of herself... and the look upon her face, the half-smile almost made his knees buckle. Then he remember the instructions and opened his hand, allowing his keys to fall to the floor before he quickly sank down and clasped his hands behind himself, attempting to kneel in the properly erect posture... "Hello darling" she cooed at him, her hand still slowly working the vibrator in her sex. "Tonight you have to pay me back for all the pleasure I've given you so far. We have to get everything balanced before I go. And you have to realize that in these games, I can be as inventive as you. As you can see, I am perfectly capable of enjoying myself without you. But still, it is much better with your help. Would you like to help me? You may nod to answer." Quickly he nodded, his breath becoming ragged. "Very good. You see, I'm going to fuck you tonight, like you've been fucking me. I'm going to do everything I've always wanted to with a man, just like you've done everything you've wanted to with me. I'm going to pay you back tonight, darling. In spades. And the first thing you can do, is to help me to cum. And the way you can do that is to show me how completely I own you. I want you to stand up, come into the room, just there, I think... and look me in the eye.... and strip for me.... slowly.... reveal my property to me.... let me see my toy...." He rose slowly, his knees still weak, and stepped shakily into the room, his eyes locked on hers... He stopped, just where she had indicated, in the center of the room, and slowly kicked off his shoes, pushing them asside with his feet. Then he reached down and removed his socks, dropping them asside as well. Now he was ready to begin. With a trembling hand he reached up and slowly flipped the top button of his shirt open, letting his fingers trail down along the opening to the second, which was slowly loosed... then the third.. fourth... their eyes locked the entire time.... When the last button fell open he slowly reached up again and began to slide the garment off his shoulders, revealing his chest to her.... Now her excitement was rising, partially from the action of the vibrator inside her, but also from the realization of his agreement... his surrender... she really did own him now... at least for this little while.... he was her property... her own personal, living sex toy.... just as she had been his.... and the thought of that power sent a hot ripple through her sex as she continued to stroke the vibrator into herself obscenely... watching as his hands slowly fell to his belt, which was slowly undone, along with the button at the top of his pants and then he reached for the zipper.... and he saw her shift slightly, so that she could reach her other hand down around herself and carefully slip her finger into her ass.... knowing how maddening it would be for him to see and her to feel.... she had taken pleasure from his attentions there, and now was taking more knowing he was watching her enjoy the sensation without his help.... Now her hips were rolling as she stroked her finger deep into her ass and the vibe into her sex... watching as his pants were slid off and discarded... as he reached for the waistband of his briefs and they too were slid down and off and tossed asside... leaving him standing before her, naked and vulnerable, his cock, hard and crimson and throbbing... "Look at the chair" she said, her voice husky with the excitement of his obedience and her own stroking. "Take the cockring and put it on." She watched as he moved slowly to where the firm wooden chair had been placed in the center of the room, and pick up the cockring from the seat... where it rested next to the other impliments of his "preparation".... He straighened slowly, and again fixed his eyes on hers, as he carefully slipped the ring over the base of his already firm cock and closed it tight. The member seemed to swell with this confinement, and the veins stood out on it's bottom and sides... and in her sex, she felt that clutch that announces her approaching cum. "Now" she said huskily, struggling to keep her voice as calm as possible... "take the vibrator and lubricate it..." And she watched as he again bent to the chair seat and picked up the small, thin vibrator and the bottle of lubricant, carefully pouring some of the slick fluid into his palm and delicately applying it to the small but powerful machine, then closing the bottle and placing it asside. When he looked back at her, there was genuine wonder in his eyes, and she felt her sex clench hard on the toy inside her and her orgasm rolled up through her. She moaned loudly and her body twitched as she came, then slowly removed the vibrator from herself, even as the sensations rippled through her, slipping her finger from inside herself and settling back, her eyes on him as casually as if nothing had occured. "Now" she barely breathed, her body shuddering from the orgasm... "kneel in front of the chair" she said, raggedly, watching as he carefully went down on his knees, facing the chair, his entire body trembling... "Lean your cheek against the seat of the chair and hands behind your back.." and she watched as he did so, unsure now what was in store for him. She rose, a bit unsteady and moved casually over to where he knelt, his face against the chair seat, completely helpless... She reached down and gently took the vibrator from him, standing above him for a long moment, enjoying his confusion and anticipation. Then she casually moved to where she had hidden the assortment of impliments for the evening's pleasures and returned with a short length of rope, a candle, a match and the tube of medicated rubbing cream. She deposited them in a pile behind him, knowing he was unaware of what she had selected, and bent down with the rope, gently raising his wrists behind him and slipping the end of the rope between them and his back. He sighed loudly as she began to loop the rope, over and over, around his wrists, until they were swathed in many coils of it and she finally tied off the two ends, effectively pinning his arms helplessly behind him. "You know the nicest thing about tonight, my darling" she cooed at him, as she moved back her hiding place and retrived the spreader bar, returning with it and carefully kneeling behind him... beginning to afix it to his legs in the same way he had used it on her. "That you can not speak... that you have no safe word. That there is nothing you can say or do that will prevent what's going to happen to you now.... that for the first time since we began playing, you are totally helpless. And after everything you've done to me.... that's a lovely position for me to find you in..." And by this time, the bar was attached to his ankles, locking them wide and forcing more weight against his cheek as it pressed into the seat of the chair. He was almost moaning with every breath now, and the sound of it sent tiny ripples of excitment through her sex, heightening her anticipation for what lay ahead for him. "You know what else I like about this..." she said as she took up the candle and struck a match, lighting it "... is the opportunity to play with that lovely ass of yours... something I've been looking forward to for a long time now.." And she tipped the candle, allowing the first drop of wax to to splash against his backside. He twitched and shuddered as it struck so unexpectedly, and she laughed quietly, knowing that sound would add to his realization of his helplessness. "And it's such a lovely ass", and the next drop fell, striking him and sending him lurching against the chair. "My" she said quietly "you are lively tonight. That's good. You're going to have to be." She reached down and picked up the tube of medicated cream and deftly removed the cap, dropping it, then squeezed a small amount of viscus fluid onto the fingers of her other hand before setting the tube asside and taking the still blazing candle from it. She raised the candle over his ass once more and careful reached between his splayed legs with the other, finding the tight sack of his scrotom with the fingers and beginning to massage the cream into it. In only a few seconds, the blazing heat of the creams medicine sank into his sensitive skin and he began to moan, a long, low, tormented sound, which jumped as each now drip of wax struck the delicate skin of his backside. The combination of two kinds of heat attacking two sensitive places on his body caused him to tense and shudder, as if struggling for every breath. She allowed the drops of wax to fall until his entire backside was speckled with them and she could see that he was adjusting to the intense heat on his balls... then she blew out the candle and placed it asside. Time to move on to the next step. "Now, up on your knees, slave" she said, firmly this time, to accentuate his subserviant position to her. He struggled to find his balance and she was afraid she would have to pull him upright, but he managed to lift himself to his knees, his breath coming raggedly. She moved once more to her "hiding place" and returned with two long scarves, stepping up behind him. "Close your eyes" she said. He complied, and she quickly looped one of the scarves over his head and quickly tied it tightly behind his head, blindfolding him. "Open your mouth". And as his lips parted, she looped the other scarf between them, drawing it behind his head and securing it, gagging him. "Now, on your back." and she watched as he painfully lowered himself, pressing a shoulder into the floor and rolling over, having a particularly difficult time reversing his legs held captive with the spreader bar. But soon he was lying on his back, his arms bound behind himself, legs pinned apart by the bar, blindfolded and gagged, his cock now pulsing with the need to cum. She once more returned to the hiding place and returned with the longer pieces of rope, piling them beside his feet, then moved the chair and leaned it over, as if it had fallen forward until the top of the back and the front of the seat were the only things contacting the floor. This was the really clever part, she though, smiling with appreciation, as she knelt beside his legs and picked up the spreader bar, lifting his legs, holding them aloft as she pulled the chair under them like a sort of miniature inclined "rack", and then lowered the bar until it rested on the upturned legs of the chair, elevating him slightly from the hips down. Quickly she took up the ropes and bound the bar securely to the bottom rungs of the chair. This, she was sure, was something he would not at all have expected, and the thought of surprising him pleased her greatly. She quickly moved to unbutton her dress and discard it, since his blindfold made that part of her superior position over him now meaningless. Then she took up the nipple clamps and bent down over his helpless body, placing her lips over one of his nipples and suddenly sucking, hard, upon it. He moaned but the nipple instantly became firm and erect, and she slipped the clamp onto it, tightening until she saw him shudder with the assault. Again she leaned down, her lips capturing the other nipple and sucking. This one too responded and was quickly clamped. She knew the delicious soreness, the throbbing that was rolling through his chest at this moment... he had provided her with it often enough... Now, she thought, for the consumation of this little scene... Quickly she picked up the little vibrator he had lubricated and shifted herself, until she was straddling him, her knees on either side of him, her sex poised above his face, and slowly laid her weight down upon him, her own face coming close to his cock.... With the tip of her tongue, she reached out and lightly began to trace a circle around it's head as she reached out and placed the tip of the vibrator against the tight pucker of his ass.... she heard him gasp.... and gasp once more as she turned on the vibrator.... and began to press it, slowly, firmly, inside him..... And as his flesh engulfed the buzzing toy, her lips engulfed his cock, and she slowly began to stroke both of his most sensitive places, deep into his ass and down far on his cock, in a perfect, matching rhythm. She knew he would be going mad, wanting to lift his head and plunge his own tongue against her sex, but the gag would effectively prevent this. He could do nothing but lie there, totally helpless and endure the sensations.... Her stoking was growing more rapid now, both into him and upon him, and she could feel him tensing, ready for release... with her free hand she reached up and undid the cockring, pulling it free and attacked his cock and ass with renewed vigor.... and then he shouted, a long, wailing shout of surrender and suddenly she felt his fluids spewing into her mouth, spurts of it, coating her tongue and oozing down her throat.... She pushed the vibrator hard into him and held it still, allowing it to work on his and slowed her assault on his now too, too sensitive cock, as the last spurts of his fluids oozed into her mouth.... She drew her lips from his member, and swallowed the last of his cum, savoring the heat and taste of it. "Yum" she said.... and laughed quietly... knowing his torments and service for her were only just beginning.... 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