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Love In Reverse
by The Poetic One (dmgpoet@aol.com)

***

A woman finds a submissive boyfriend can be a lot of fun 
and she also finds that she very much enjoys her role as 
the dominant partner in their sexual relationship. (MF, 
d/s, bd, spank, hot-wax, cons)

***

She was enjoying herself, she realized to her delight 
and with not a little shock... she was actually enjoying 
herself. 

It was mostly, she understood, because of the heat of 
pure lust that she could feel emanated from his body, 
even as he moaned and twitched beneath her 
ministrations, but still, this was more fun than she had 
imagined it would have been. And she felt a wicked smile 
curling on her lips, knowing that she was startling 
him... perhaps even frightening him... with the 
intensity of her present attentions. 

Had it really only been two hours since it had begun? It 
seemed much longer. It seemed timeless. And however long 
it had been, above all it had been wicked and wanton and 
heavenly.	

It had begun as a shock, for both of them, but mostly 
for him.  Oh, they had discussed it before, briefly. She 
had even had him once write a story for her about what 
it might be like. But when she finally had decided to 
attempt it, had gathered the instruments she would need 
and laid out her plans, carefully, step by step, she did 
so almost with a disbelieving smirk that it would ever 
come off the way she would have liked it to. But it was, 
in every detail. In fact, in some ways, it was even 
better.

She had been in the city for most of the week, enjoying 
the sights, meeting on-line friends, exploring this 
strange environment.  And they had spent time together, 
stealing away to share moments in each other's company 
when nothing else was planned for her. It was lovely, 
and the electricity between them had been just as strong 
in person. She had surrendered her body and soul to him 
and her reward had been a shattering night of purest 
lust and the essence of gentle love.  

He had quickly brushed against her limits of endurance 
and gently pushed her beyond them, turning the next 
entire day into a swirl of wanton abandon and giggling 
fulfillment. And again, at other times they had enjoyed 
their deepening relationship. But then, as her time was 
drawing to a close, she had gone to lunch with a couple 
of friends she had originally met on-line, and 
blushingly mentioned her curiosity about that other side 
of things. They knew him as well, and all had shared a 
giggle over the image. 

And then they had encouraged her... if she wanted to... 
do it. And with a smile, and a faint throbbing deep in 
her sex, she had decided she would. She had slipped from 
the chair at the restaurant where they were sharing a 
quiet lunch, and went to the phone. 

When he answered, she had automatically addressed him 
with the respectful 'Sir', as always... but then she 
suddenly heard herself beginning to tell him what she 
wanted him to do... she was instructing him... and with 
a tingle along her spine and the noticeable budding up 
of her nipples she realized she was enjoying it... 

His breathing deepened as she knew he was realizing what 
was happening, and although his tone remained low and 
even, she could hear it recede slightly, taking on an 
awed and humble edge.

"Yes," he had acknowledged, when she had finished 
telling him where she wanted him and exactly when, and 
how prepared.

"Yes what?" she heard herself say into the phone, a 
disapproving tinge to her voice.

"Yes... Mistress," he virtually whispered, and she felt 
her sex clench at the sound of the word.

Yes, she decided as she hung up the phone and turned 
back toward the table where she knew giggling and 
squeals of excitement waited once she had informed them 
of what she'd done... she was going to thoroughly enjoy 
this game...

The room had been prepared and she lounged on the bed, 
tense and anxious, awaiting his arrival. She suffered a 
momentary flash of panic when she wondered what to do if 
he arrived late. Certainly, she would have to punish him 
for that disobedience, but how? 

It was difficult enough for her to arrange to shock him 
even as it was...  however would she go beyond what she 
had already planned to occur? She dismissed the thought 
and tried to focus on the program droning on the TV set, 
failed and began flipping through the channels, grateful 
that the hotel had provided a remote control for that 
purpose.

The phone rang, causing her to flinch visibly, startling 
her.  She quickly picked up the receiver and heard his 
voice, telling her he was downstairs and asking 
permission to come up. Asking permission!  She smiled to 
herself and quietly gave her ascent, the edge of amused 
tolerance in her voice. 

Even as she hung up the receiver she was off the bed, 
moving the turn off the set and take one long, slow scan 
of the room, assuring herself that what he had provided 
for her the past few nights, she would now return to 
him, and with interest.

There was a knock on the door and she took a moment to 
stand perfectly still, drawing in a deep, steadying 
breath, before moving down the little hallway and 
turning the knob, pulling it slowly open.

There he stood, in the hallway, attired exactly as she 
had ordered... the boots, the black jeans, black shirt, 
the long black coat. His gaze fixed on hers and he 
smiled, that soul stealing smile which caused her sex to 
throb and moisten to receive him. But then his gaze 
trailed down her body, his eyes widening in surprise as 
the vision she presented. For she had attired herself to 
suit the role for tonight's exploration. 

The long boots hugged her slightly parted legs, the 
stockings terminating just below her bare sex, above 
which the bustier held her tightly, gripping her up to 
the demi-cups which cradled and held her breasts, ending 
just below where the already tight and tingling nipples 
stood revealed. She could see his expression go from 
surprise to pleasure and then begin to glaze slightly as 
his mind drifted down, tapping at the door of that 
subspace he had not known for so long.

"Come in" she said, her voice strangle firm even in her 
own ears, as she turned away, back toward the room "and 
lock the door."

She did not look back as he entered, closing the door 
quietly behind him and slipping the locks into place. By 
the time he moved down the little hallway, past the 
mirrored closet door and stepped into the expanse of the 
room itself, she was already returning to the bed, lying 
down in a luxuriant pose.

She could see him begin to smile as he watched her 
settle into place, and part of her wanted to simply open 
her legs and order his tongue to caress and stroke her 
clit... but she wanted to take her time with this 
game... and perhaps make him wonder just how much of it 
was something more than idle play.

She nodded and spoke. "Just there, baby. At the foot of 
the bed. Stand."

She saw him close his eyes for a moment, could almost 
feel the abandon beginning to well up in him, and her 
own body began to ache, recognizing what he must be 
feeling from her own deep soul. But he opened them again 
quickly and stepped slowly to the place where she had 
indicated, his body tight and coiled as if to avoid 
exploding.

She lay, staring at him, sweeping her eyes slowly over 
him, noticing the fiery gleam in his eyes as he looked 
at her. She smiled and began to savor the moment.

"Hands behind your back, I think" she said, and as his 
arms drew back, disappearing behind him, she could feel 
her pussy well up with further wetness.

"So" she said, quietly, teasingly... "you've had quite a 
nice week, fucking and tormenting me, haven't you, Jon."

"Yes" he said, his voice virtually a whisper, and that 
too caused her body to well with a dull aching. She 
drank in the feeling and let it settle through her 
before she sighed slightly and continued.

"Well, tonight, it's time to pay the piper for all that 
fun.  Tonight I'm going to have the fun... and you're 
going to do exactly everything I say, understand?"

"Yes... Mistress."

She moaned and smiled, relaxing now and beginning to 
enjoy the game... and to understand that, yes, she could 
order him to do anything she wanted... ask any task, 
demand any sacrifice, any attention... and he would do 
it.. fully and completely, without question. Perhaps 
there really is something to this Domming thing after 
all, she mused momentarily, before she shook herself out 
of the building reverie and focusing on him once more.

"You do know, don't you, that your cock belongs to me," 
she said, feeling the moisture in her sex begin to slip 
out of the lips.

"Yes, Mistress" he said, his breathing beginning to 
become more rapid now.

"And your mouth, and your hands and your ass... they all 
belong to me and only me."

"Yes, Mistress" his voice barely managed, shot through 
with a quivering tightness.

She could feel her own breathing growing tighter, more 
rapid, as the excitement welled up in her, the ache in 
her pussy now palpable and demanding. Yes, she realized, 
she could own him if she wanted to.  Own him totally, 
body and soul and forever, just as he could own her.  

Without even realizing it her hand slipped down, 
brushing over her hip and slid to her sex, sliding 
between the now glistening lips and finding her clit. At 
that first brush she whimpered as the wave of pleasure 
rolled through her... and she could see in his face an 
agony of bliss as he watched her, which caused her to 
drive two fingers deep into herself. The deep shudder of 
pleasure at this impaling caused her eyes to roll closed 
and she moaned, a long, animal sound. And in her 
reverie, she almost growled. "You're my fuck slave, 
Jon."

Beyond her drifting, tightly shut lids she heard him 
merely whimper softly, like a hungry dog.

The cumming bubbled through her, expanding, as she 
impaled herself on her own fingers, stroking herself 
hard and deep, feeling the surface of the growing orgasm 
fill her.

"Will you be collared by me... forever," she groaned.

"Yes Mistress," he hissed, his entire soul leaping 
toward her in the affirmation.

And the bubble inside her exploded, incinerating her in 
a flashfire of orgasm as visions of him, under her 
hands, under her power, under her control flashed 
through her mind.

She drifted for a long, timeless moment, savoring the 
rippling of the orgasm as it played out through her from 
her toes to her fingertips... then she sighed deeply, 
and opened her eyes.

He was standing, just where he had been, only now his 
eyes were wild, alive with a brilliance she understood 
could only come from a torment of unfulfilled lust. She 
grinned and allowed herself a long stretch, followed by 
a deep giggle.

"Did you like that, baby," she whispered.

"Yes Mistress," he said, his voice sounding distant now.

"So did I," she said, a wicked smile in her voice. "But 
now look at what a mess I am. I need to be cleaned up. 
But first, I want to see my property. Strip for me baby. 
Put on a good show for your Mistress."

She could see his eyes focusing slowly as the words were 
absorbed into his fevered mind, and then the slow, 
almost proud smile played out on his lips and his hands 
slowly reached for the lapels of his long coat.

"Wait," she said, suddenly. "Music. I want a real 
striptease from you, baby."

He looked confused for a moment, but she nodded toward 
the television behind him. Again the smile returned to 
his lips and her turned away, crossing to the TV set and 
pressing the power switch. It instantly came on, the 
screen showing a text readout from the lobby about 
various services offered by the hotel, and the speakers 
began to ooze a slow, almost languid jazz song.

He turned back from the TV and fixed his gaze on her. 
Then, on the beat, he stepped toward the bed, flipping 
the long black coat off his shoulders and letting it 
trail down behind him, as if it were being dragged from 
his body as he moved slowly closer.

My God, she realized, he's really doing it... he's 
really stripping. And her attention perked.

A few feet from the end of the bed he stopped, and 
slowly began to undulate in time to the deep beat of the 
music, his eyes fixed on her, burning, challenging... 
coaxing her to enjoy him. And he stripped.... slowly, 
teasingly opening and discarding first his shirt, then 
his boots, then his jeans and finally, with a sudden, 
startling jerk, tearing the velcro clasps on the hips of 
his briefs and revealing his already hard and throbbing 
cock.

She was aching again, throbbing and even wetter than 
before, as she raised her knees and parted her legs as 
far as she could get them, reaching down with both hands 
to pull apart the lips of her pussy. He moved slowly, 
tiger-like, toward the bed, leaning down onto his hands 
and crawling slowly towards her, settling down onto his 
chest, his lips moving smoothly to her pussy and then 
she felt his tongue against her clit and she moaned with 
a deep shudder as the waves began afresh.

"Oh shit" she whined as the pleasure rippled through her 
"I wanted to tie you up first, OH FUCK!!" and then she 
was cumming once more, this explosion more a rolling 
wave of release, like a breaker sweeping her off her 
feet and carrying her along. 

She reached down, laying a hand on the back of his head 
and pressing him, hard, against her pussy. He answered 
with a stabbing of his tongue into her pussy and then a 
fluttering across her clit that sent aftershocks, like 
tiny firecrackers, popping through her stomach.

Suddenly she pushed his head away, with a firm "Stop!" 
and then fell back on the bed, almost spent. This was 
crazy, she thought to herself. He's been here five 
minutes and already I've cum twice...  and I couldn't 
help myself... No, I've got to get some control here.  
Got to focus.

"Kneel!" she gasped. "On the floor," gesturing vaguely 
with an arm towards the foot of the bed, "there!"

She could feel him slither quickly back off the bed and 
she allowed herself one long moment to savor the fading 
scream of pleasure that was just echoing away from her 
flesh, before drawing in a deep breath and mentally 
shaking herself free of the clutches of her own 
abandonment. She sat up and looked over the foot of the 
bed.

He was kneeling there, in the same posture she had been 
taught, back on his haunches, back straight, eyes 
downcast, hands resting on thighs, awaiting her 
pleasure. And the sight of him caused her to stir yet 
again. But this time she decided to hold off the 
obliteration of pleasure and abandon herself instead to 
the game she had planned.

She slid off the bed and stood, stopping to allow her 
head to clear a moment, before moving to stand beside 
him, gazing down at him.

"Very good baby," she said, her voice soft and soothing, 
as she reached out and gently stroked his beard. His 
eyes closed and he nuzzled against her hand for a 
moment.

"Now, you don't move. Stay right there."

She withdrew her hand and turned, moving to the dresser 
and pulling open the top drawer which she had earlier 
filled with the implements for tonight's game. she 
pulled them out quickly, laying them on the dresser and 
closing the drawer before scooping up the rope and other 
toys and moving back to where he knelt, unmoving, 
obedient.

"Kneel up," she said quietly, and he was suddenly up, 
his body straight from shoulders to knees.

"Arms back" she said, and he crossed his wrists at his 
spine.  She went down on one knee, looping the end of 
the rope around the crossed wrists and quickly binding 
them together, snugly. Even as she did so, the idea of 
his helplessness before her... his submission to her 
wishes and desires caused her nipples to throb all the 
harder and her sex to begin tingling yet again.

When the last of the knots was in place at his wrists 
she stood.

"Up, baby," she said, and watched as he slowly, 
carefully rose to his feet. She shifted the next toy in 
her grasp and stepped up close behind him, her mouth 
leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Open that sweet mouth, baby," she breathed, at the same 
time looping the center of the long, leather thong with 
the red ball on it over his head and drawing it close 
into his mouth, pulling back on it tightly.

He let out a small, startled sound as it slipped back, 
pinning his jaw wide open, and the vulnerability of it 
made her groan in growing lust.

She tied it off behind his head and pressed herself 
against his back, grinning her hips into him with a 
contented sigh.

"I'm gonna rape you so good, baby," she intoned, 
savoring her prize and her power. Then she pulled back, 
placed her hands on either of his shoulders and pushed, 
hard, causing him to crumple back to his knees. She 
pressed hard and his body bent, his chest falling over 
the foot of the bed. Under her hands, she could feel him 
trembling.

"Don't move!" she said, a strange new force in her 
voice, and on in impulse, she drew back a hand and 
swatted his ass, hard. She felt a light-headedness 
invade her at his answering, helpless whimper.

She strode back across the room, gathering up the rest 
of the toys from the top of the dresser and moving back 
to stand beside him, laying her implements on the floor 
beside him. She picked up the candle and lighter, and 
set the taper to glowing, then inched closer to him, 
until she half stood, half knelt beside him. 

Reaching down with one hand she gently began to stroke 
his ass in long, slow, loving sweeps, allowing her 
fingers to slide down and tickle the tight bud of his 
asshole, and was rewarded with a deep shiver. At that 
instant, she let the first drops of the blazing wax fall 
onto his ass.

The gag muffled his startled cries, but the violent 
twitching and jerking almost knocked her off-balance. 
She shifted, lifting her knee and placing it across his 
shoulders, pressing down hard, holding him in place as 
more of the stinging wax splashed over his skin. 

His legs kicked out and almost in a reflex she swatted 
his ass, hard, causing his entire body to shock to a 
tense stiffening, which quickly melted into a momentary 
limpness until the next sting of the molten wax would 
drive him to fresh shudders. 

Again, she swatted him and let the wax fall, in short 
streams now, a rhythm beginning to establish itself 
between the hard, resounding slap of her hand and the 
guttural, muffled moan he emitted under the flow of the 
blazing fluid over his skin.

And Susan felt herself beginning to drift in an 
unfamiliar way... her own body twitching slightly along 
with his, as if it was she that was being tortured. And 
she was vaguely aware that, if she kept this activity 
going, she might achieve something very like cumming, 
though it would be an orgasm in her soul instead of her 
body.

She had no idea how long she continued the torment, but 
by the time she blew out the candle and reached down to 
drop it on the floor and scoop up the flogger, his ass 
was glowing a bright red, cut through with streaks of 
broken, cooling wax that ran down his thighs... and he 
was keening a low, constant, mindless sound behind the 
gag... lost somewhere in the overwhelming waves of 
sensations, compounded with his love of her.

She began lightly with the flogger, first dragging it 
slowly over his tender, enflamed ass in slow circles, 
tickling him and causing him to shudder under the 
feeling. But then, she flicked her wrist, and it landed 
on him with a light slapping sound and his gasp was 
beyond anything she could have imagined.

She felt herself press down harder with her leg across 
his shoulder and struck him again, harder this time, 
milking another gasp from his gagged mouth. Her pussy 
was tingling steadily now, the moisture oozing between 
her lips and wetting her inner thighs and she began to 
flog him in earnest. She slid one hand down, a fingertip 
finding her clit and began to stroke herself in time to 
the sweeps of the lash as they slapped loudly on his 
ass.

She could not believe how powerful she was feeling, how 
Goddess-like... as if the thongs of the flogger were hot 
sparks of fire emanating from her very fingertips as 
they seared his skin and made his soul leap into chasms 
for her. 

She imagined herself milking his soul from his body in a 
glowing ball of tender light with the power of her 
transcendence and snatching it from the air, shoving it 
deep into her pussy and absorbing it into herself, 
letting it sear her insides as it became part of her and 
exploding with cumming and cumming as it dissolved 
inside her until she could taste it in her spirit.

She came yet again, a shattering sensation and had to 
lean over his body, bracing herself with both hands to 
keep from falling to the floor in a heap. He was sobbing 
now, his body wracked with small convulsion as the tears 
flowed into a dark stain on the bedspread.

She pushed herself back until she was sitting, half-limp 
herself, beside him, reaching out and as gently as she 
could, laying a palm on his enflamed ass. He screamed 
when she began to rub him, gently, feeling the heat of 
her punishment of his flesh warming her hand.

"Do you still love me, baby" she whispered, half lost in 
a reverie. His sobs erupted afresh and his head nodded 
passionately, smearing the stain of his tears on the 
bedcovers.

She leaned down on her elbow and gently draped herself 
over him, savoring the moment. Yes, she did own him... 
as much as, perhaps more than, he owned her. They owned 
each other now. And she could see, having tasted, the 
heady power of his blazing that was given for her... 
only for her...

And now, she thought, blissfully, only the consummation 
remains... the wedding night... the sacrifice, to bind 
them together forever, beyond all sundering.

When he was able, she helped him crawl, slowly, 
painfully, up onto the bed and gently turned him over on 
his back. With the extra rope she had attached to his 
bound wrists, she secured them to the legs at the foot 
of the bed.

She coaxed up his nipples and clamped them, causing his 
half-lost mind to shudder and force yet another moan 
from his body.

From behind the headboard of the bed she pulled the 
loose ends of the ropes she had secured there in 
preparation for his sacrifice, gently raising each of 
his legs in turn and securing them, so that he was half 
lifted, his legs high in the air and pulled wide apart, 
his back curved, his hands stretched out toward the foot 
of the bed, more totally helpless than ever she could 
imagine him.

She was half-dreamlike as she took the thin strands of 
the softer rope and cinched his balls, drawing it tight 
and tying his cock in over winding strands, causing it 
to bulge, the veins to throb angrily, deep red and needy 
as it helplessly oozed the clear pre-cum from its tip.

She was moving almost in slow motion as she wrapped the 
harness around herself and buckled it tight, then 
stroked the dildo it contained with slick lubricant 
until it glistened.

She crawled up onto the bed between his captured, 
helpless, open legs, reached down to take chain between 
the nipple clamps in one hand even as the other guided 
the head of the dildo against the tight bud of his ass.

She pressed forward, just enough to feel the head open 
his ass and lodge there, savoring the deep gasping moan 
his shattered soul let fly with... and with her slick 
hand reached down to wrap his cock in her fingers.

She idly thought that someday, if she ever trusted any 
Domme enough, she would let her perform this possession 
of him, even while she took his budging, tortured cock 
deep into her pussy, and the two of them would rape him 
together. She knew what that feeling was like... that 
overwhelming, penetration in both places at once, and it 
was something she would like to draw from him... to 
savor from him... to feed on from him.

And as she lightly pulled on the chain, stretching his 
nipples, she pressed her hips forward, driving the 
length of the dildo deep into his ass, and began to 
stroke his cock.

And she raped him. She raped his body, which was flung 
into a bottomless pit of endless, thoughtless 
sensation... she raped his mind, which melted to 
nothingness... she raped his heart, which welled up and 
flew out to her keeping, even as the tears flowed, and 
the sobs began afresh... and she raped his soul, which 
she now knew belonged to her forever....

Yes, she thought... I do like this... and I hope, oh I 
pray that next time my sweet Master whom I now own, will 
want a terrible, delicious, overwhelming and loving 
revenge.

END

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