One Good Kink Deserves Another She had never played the dominatrix before, and barely knew how to go about it. She had her own kinks, far stranger than simple BDSM. He, on the other hand, was submissive by nature, and seemed to especially like being ordered to do humiliating things. This had given her an idea for how they might both satisfy their fetishistic desires at the same time. She handed him a two-liter bottle of water. Assuming a commanding tone of voice that made her feel faintly ridiculous, she ordered him, "Drink it - the whole thing, as quickly as you can. Make sure you finish it, even if you have to force it down." He took it and began to comply, feeling more and more puzzled as she stripped off her clothes and went into the bathroom. "Come here," she called to him, and he obeyed, still drinking from the bottle of water. His puzzlement increased when he saw that she was lying, nude, in the empty bathtub. "I told you to finish that water," she said in what she hoped was a severe manner. He gulped it down more quickly, obviously having trouble swallowing the last few mouthfuls. "Come over here, and kneel by the tub!" As he did so, she pressed her hand against his midsection. With the bloated feeling from all the water he'd just swallowed, the pressure of her hand made him feel somewhat sick to his stomach. She felt the sloshing in his distended belly, smiled, and pressed a bit harder before removing her hand. "Does that make you feel as if you want to throw up?" "Er... yes, a little bit..." "Good. Throw up on me!" "What?" "I said, throw up on me! Now!" "But I don't feel *that* sick..." "Then stick your finger down your throat and *make* yourself throw up!" He leaned over her naked body and obediently put his finger down his throat. He gagged slightly, and instinctively pulled his hand out of his mouth. "No, you have to *keep* your finger down your throat - don't take it out until you start to really throw up, not just that pitiful gagging! Do I have to do it for you - do I have to put MY finger down your throat?" He was confused, but he wanted to obey her. He put his fingers into his mouth again, and started stimulating his gag reflex. His mouth filled with slimy saliva, and he spat it onto her, but he unconsciously began to take his hand away again. "No! Keep doing that!" she said, and grabbed his elbow to keep him from moving his hand. With her other hand, she squeezed his belly again. It was difficult at first to keep gagging himself, and he felt as if he couldn't breathe, but an order was an order. He gagged harder and harder, and spat out a few more mouthfuls of liquid, gasping for air in between spits. The gagging turned to deeper, more serious retching, and again he almost stopped... but her hand was on his arm, holding it there. She pressed his stomach again, timing it to coincide with a retch, and he felt some of the water rise up in his throat. The next retch brought up a small amount of liquid, which poured out of his mouth, down his arm, and dripped onto her naked breasts. She moaned, and cried "More! You can do better than that!" The taste and feel of bile in his throat made him feel sicker, and he heaved deeply and threw up a modest wave of vomit, all over her naked chest. "Yes! More!" she demanded, and he obligingly threw up another stream of puke onto her. She moaned again, and began to rub herself with his spew. In between spasms of regurgitation, he saw that her nipples were stiff, and realized that she was writhing with sexual excitement. This gave him an idea, and he moved his head slightly so that the next volley of vomit landed on her crotch. She began to masturbate with it, sobbing faintly. "Do that again!" she ordered him, but his stomach was nearly empty now. He tickled his gag reflex again and tried to force up a little more, but only a small amount came up this time - he made sure it fell on her pubes, as close to puking directly into her cunt as he could get from his rather awkward position. He dry-heaved painfully a couple of times, but even in her aroused state, she could tell that he had nothing left to throw up. "Gods, don't leave me like this!" she whimpered, frantically smearing his vomit around on her naked body. Her tone was more pleading than commanding, now. She grabbed his hand - the same hand he had gagged himself with, still dripping with bile - and pulled it towards her crotch. At the same time, she sat up in the tub and turned to face him, thrusting her vomit-streaked tits towards his mouth. This game may have started out as something new and confusing, but here was something he knew very well how to do. He began to finger her clit, expertly adjusting the pressure and rhythm to match the involuntary thrusting of her hips. Hesitantly, he sucked on her nipple, revolted by the taste and smell of his own stomach contents, but knowing in his submissive heart that his revulsion was making her even more aroused. She gasped, and he slipped two fingers into her vagina - the same two fingers that had been down his throat. The combination of his spew and her sexual juices was wetter and slipperier than anything he could remember from all of his own diverse sexual experiences, and in spite of everything, he was beginning to get somewhat aroused himself. With his fingers inside her and his thumb on her clit, he nibbled a bit harder on her nipple, and she suddenly came, making a small high- pitched sound in the back of her throat as her body arched against his hand. He did not let up when he felt her orgasm; he kept up the stimulation, forcing her to keep coming and coming until her body could not convulse any more, and she slid back into the bathtub, gasping for breath and nearly unconscious. He looked around for the washcloth, and turned on the water, adjusting it to a comfortable heat, and began to very gently clean the vomit from her body. She was not expecting this, and she sighed with pleasure, and smiled at him, then lay back and let him finish washing her. By the time he was done, she had recovered her breath, and as he helped her out of the tub she said, "You've earned a reward for that! What kind of pleasure can I give *you* now?"