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 STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The following story contains scenes of female
domination.  Those with moral objections to such activity as well as those
under legal age should not read this story.  All the characters in this
story are fictitious.  Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or undead
is completely coincidental.  The author makes no claims about any of the
products, movies, artists or children's stories mentioned in this story,
other than they exist and are a part of our culture at large.

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   One would think that after an experience like that, it would take some
time to get pride up once again.  Actually, we had a very strange relation
and it wasn't long before I had her way with her.  I started the very next
day.  It quickly developed to the point that after a few minutes we
understood who wanted to give orders and who wanted to obey.  We didn't
need challenges and bets anymore..  we were having fun for the sake of it.
Both feelings were equally strong and fulfilling.  I could have gone a day
with either desire, asking myself how could I feel any different from that,
how could I desire the other way around and actually find myself that very
other way around the very next day.  The days where both us wanted the same
thing were a battle of will, provoking and mentally hit the other until one
of us became willing to accept orders.  And we weren't easy with each
other, we really let our inner fantasies let loose: I spent a lot of days
with my cock tied, and she found new ways to make me do it over and over
again.  We weren't in a hierarchical workplace, but it was obvious that
being there from much more time than her I could be considered a sort of
superior to her.  Knowing that, she found satisfying make me do stuff like
bringing her coffee and similar things that usually don't happen with our
roles, or worse they happen but the other way around.  And all of that
while keeping my cock in some painful way.  I didn't go easy on her either.
I quickly found out that she found really humiliating taking pictures for
me, and of course, I wanted those from her a lot.  It quickly reached the
point in which I pretended to see her naked body, asking her more and more
humiliating poses and then watching and commenting with her.  I wanted to
make her feel what she was making me feel when I had my cock tied too, so I
made her spend hours with anything that I found suitable in her pussy. 
Pens and pencils, and an increasing number of them everytime.  A ruler. 
Even a paper knife and paper clips all over her lips.  We went very far
with our darkest fantasies.  And we were fine with that, no one judged each
other, and that's why we really let us do what we really wanted.  We went
on months like that.  It was well-balanced, none of us was better in one of
the roles, and none of us spent more time in a role than the other.

   But all was destined to change.

   First of all, I started to like her.  I started to really like her. 
That isn't a bad thing in itself, but with our particular ways of have fun
that put me at disadvantage.  As soon as she noticed, whenever she wanted
to have her way with me, she started provoking me, look at me a couple of
times with a malicious gaze and it was hard for me to resist.  And she used
that to add insult to the injury: when she made me stay with my tied,for
example, she started whispering me to imagine her naked, tied to a bed and
willing to do anything i'd want, causing me to feel much more pain.

   Secondly, obeying to her orders was a feeling like I've never felt
before and I couldn't feel it with anyone else.  I couldn't bring myself to
imagine it with another woman.  It was a thing just between me and her. 
And so I became more willing to live it whenever I could.

   Things started to be rigid for a futile reason though.  A reason so
stupid that it was quite funny, in its own way.

   Summer was at an end, and we were back from holidays.  I'm not the kind
of guy who likes sunbathing a lot, I try to avoid it actually, and so I got
just a slight darker tone of white.  On the other hand, she really got a
nice tan, and her skin had a scent that really got to my head.  I just
couldn't resist looking at her.  Wanting her.  Really.  The moment we
crossed each other, I felt my heart racing while on the other hand she
frowned upon me.

   "Owww..  I don't like you like that" "Well..  I like you A LOT"

   I know I was getting red, and hearing her giggle made me feel very low.

   "I guess that you'll pay dearly for this, from now on" "Pay.. 
dearly..?"

   I probably understood what she meant, but still, it was hard to accept
that.  Part of me wanted her.  I'd have done the wildest thing with her.

   "Yes, dear.  You're still so white, I don't like that at all.  On the
other hand, you like me A LOT, don't you?"

   She came near me looking bold and malicious.  Her scent was getting to
my head and I couldn't help but nod slightly.

   "And then you'll pay dearly for this.  You'll be mine for a while, I
don't want to let you do something to me while I don't like you." She
smiled and giggled going away.  I thought she was joking,making fun of me.
But I wasn't prepared for what about to happen.  Probably, she wasn't
neither.

   Days, weeks passed and she was true to her words.  She never gave me a
break, she never let me a vent.  Every single day I was hers.  Whenever I
tried to react, to alternate things again she just shrugged.

   "Nope.  I don't let you do things like that to me anymore.  I give
orders, you obey.  I really can't see any other way."

   Hearing her stay things like that really hurt.  Part of me enjoyed that
though.  It was hard for me to admit, but it was satisfying.  Even hearing
her so cold and cruel was satisfying.  It probably started as a joke, she
wasn't going to really do it, but we started to enjoy our roles and we
sticked to those.

   And so, I started being in a pain.  A lot.  Every single day she made me
keep my cock tied, from morning to evening.  Tigher and more painful every
day.  She made me do pictures of it, one per hour, to see how bad it was.
At home, i had to send a picture of it freed, to see how it was after being
tied all day.  And she took her time commenting and giving me orders on how
to keep it the next day.  "You'll pay for every picture you made me do",
she said.  And I did.

   After a couple of months like this, one day she made me tie my cock in
the morning as always but when it was time for lunch she sent me a message
on my cellphone.

   "I hope you're not hungry.  We won't have lunch..  we're going for a
walk in the park.  I'll meet you there"

   I didn't know what she had in mind.  Little I knew that she was going to
break another limit.