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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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