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Turnabout  by Sybian

Antonia had me tied to a chair, naked except for my black Lord & Taylor briefs.
My hands were bound with handcuffs behind me and my ankles were securely
fastened with leather straps to the legs of the wooden chair. A thick leather
strap crossed my chest, holding me tight, too tight. She stood over me, dressed
in a conservative business suit, and played with my stiff cock through the thin
cotton. "You like this, steven? Isn't this nice for a change? I'll be the
Mistress and you'll be the slave," as she stroked my meat. Letting go of my
thick rod, she turned and walked away. "I'll be right back, lover. Don't go
away," she giggled.

The door to the bedroom closed and I was left wondering what she had in mind
for me, this 40 year old wife, mother and teacher, and usually my slut, my
slave, the willing receptacle for my cum. After another torrid night in a
nameless motel she wondered aloud what it would be like to switch roles, for
her to dominate me, her Master. I told her I would be willing, feeling that a
fully realized dominant alpha male should taste the other side, at least once,
for it would make him better at his craft.

It seemed like an eternity when the door finally opened. I gasped. There stood
my Antonia dressed like a professional Dominatrix. My eyes devoured her form.
She was wearing a tight, black leather "merry widow" corset, opera length black
leather gloves, black seamed, full fashion stockings affixed to the garters of
the corset, thigh high gleaming black leather stiletto heeled boots, and a
black leather collar with silver studs around her neck. She was heavily made up
as well. Her mischievous eyes glared at me through a ton of eyeliner and
mascara, her wicked smile surrounded by dark red bee-stung painted lips.
Antonia stood with her hands on her hips, a haughty expression on her face.
"Well, slave steven, do you like what you see?"

"Yes, Mistress," I stammered, my cock pulsing with my arousal. "Mmmmm, steven,
I can see you do." Her heels clicked on the parquet floor as she moved toward
me. Standing before me, glaring down at my trussed form, she reached for the
opening of my briefs and in one sudden violent move, ripped them from my body.
She tossed the remnants aside. Toni then reached down and tightly grasped my
cock in her leather fist and started to pump me, my hips straining to meet her
ministrations. Quickly, she stopped. "Now, now, steven, Mistress doesn't want
her slaveboy to shoot just yet, she has hours of erotic torture in store for
him." A moan escaped my lips. Toni turned and walked towards the bed, and
looking over her shoulder, back at me, laughed, "Doesn't my ass look great
steven, wouldn't you just love to service your Mistress' asshole with your
tongue?" I groaned again, straining at my bonds "Please, Mistress Antonia, let
me pleasure your dark hole with my mouth." She continued to walk towards the
bed, slowly, torturing me with her leather-encased body. "Look at my legs,
steven, don't these boots make them look amazing? Wouldn't you just love to
clean them with your tongue?" My eyes ran up and down the length of the
gleaming leather, "Please, Mistress, please let me suck on your high heels,
please." Antonia sat on the edge of the bed. Removing a huge lifelike rubber
dildo from under the pillow, she said, "Maybe later, boytoy, but for now you're
going to be forced to watch me fuck my juicy, hungry cunt with this." As she
placed the massive phallus into her mouth, coating it with her spit, her eyes
smiled at me.

She reclined on the pillows and opened her legs, digging the heels of her boots
into the bed. She slowly started to draw the big dildo up and down her shaved
sex, teasing the bloated lips. "Mmmmmmmm, steven, this feels so good. Can you
see how wet I am"? My eyes were glued to her cleft, the girl juice almost
running from it now, glistening in the light of the room. Antonia took her left
hand, pulled part of her cunt open, and placed the head of the big toy at the
entrance to her fuck-hole. "Make sure you watch as I put every inch of this
inside me, slave," as she started to ease the rubber phallus into her cunt. She
leaned back her head and started to moan as inch after inch disappeared within
her. I thought I would explode at the sight of this, my cock twitching in front
of me, begging for release.

"Oh, steven, this is such a nice big cock, much bigger than yours, mmmmmmmmmm,
finally I'm going to be satisfied, mmmmmmmmmm, God, this feels so fuckin'
good," as the entire thing disappeared within her, save for the inch that her
hand grasped.

"Now watch carefully, darling slaveboy, watch and learn." And with that she
started to pump the fake penis slowly in and out, withdrawing almost the full
twelve inches and slowly easing it back in. "Oh, God steven, this feels so
good, finally to be fucked by a full size cock. Maybe next time I'll let you
watch me get fucked by a real one, attached to a real man. Would you like that,
slave?" I groaned and whispered, "Yes. Mistress." "What did you say, steven!"
she yelled at me, now working that thing in and out of herself at a quicker
pace. "I would love to see Mistress serviced by a big-cocked man while I
watched, her pleasure is my pleasure." She was close to cumming I could tell as
she gasped, "That's a good boy steven, God, oh fuck, God... you know all the
right answers!" She was using both hands now to fuck herself, thrusting and
thrusting, faster and faster, the large tool now just a flesh colored blur.
"Oh... oh... shit, fuck... I'm... I'm... watch me steven, watch... I'm
cumming... watch me cum... watch me... oh, God!!!!!"

I stole a brief glance at my cock head and was amazed at the amount of pre-cum
oozing from the tiny hole as I saw my Mistress explode into orgasm. I watched
as her breathing slowly returned to normal, all the while with a mocking smile
on her face, her eyes locked on mine. She dipped a leather-sheathed finger into
her dripping hole and slowly brought it to her lips. "Mmmmmmmmmm, steven,
remember how good I taste, the taste of a woman in heat?"

My mind was reeling. To think that just a few months ago I had the stern
Dominatrix that now appeared before me, bound and blindfolded in a hotel room,
while I slowly worked my gloved fist into her fuckhole. Now I was being forced
to watch her suck her finger, as she teased me, with no hope of release, both
from my bounds and from the tension that was building in my loins.

I could almost see a new thought cross her devilish countenance as she reached
for the dildo and stood up from the bed. She walked toward me holding the big
rubber cock in one hand like a truncheon, tapping it against the palm of her
other. She walked slowly, her hips gyrating, click... click... click... In a
moment she was once again before me, glaring down at me. She reached out and
grabbed the back of my head and pushed the rubber phallus against my lips. "Go
ahead, steven, suck, suck like you always make me suck, see what it feels
like," she hissed at me. My lips parted and the dildo entered my mouth, covered
with the musky scent of her juices. I savored the fragrance as it wafted to my
nose. "Go ahead, slave, take it in your mouth," as she pushed it in deeper.
"Good boy, you're a good cocksucker, Toni's cocksucker," as she reached down
and grabbed my shaft.

As she slid her tiny hand up and down my rod, she moved the fake cock in and
out of my mouth in the same rhythm. "What do you think'll cum first, boytoy?
The real one or the fake one?" mocking me. She grabbed my rod with two fingers
just beneath the head and started to quickly jerk the skin there, my groaning
audible around the large rubber toy she held in my mouth. "Wanna cum, steven?
Want Mistress to make you cum?" as her hand moved faster. I shook my head in a
"yes" gesture, while she almost gagged me with the dildo. "I don't think so,"
as she took her hand from my cockmeat and pulled the fake penis from my mouth.
"It's too soon for you to cum, slave. Mistress wants to torture you some more."
She got on her knees in front of me and placed the dildo right next to my
aching cock, supporting the base of the dildo in her two hands. "Watch, steven,
learn how a pro sucks cock." Antonia proceeded to go down on the toy just
inches from my flesh and blood staff, forcing me to watch, as my dick twitched
helplessly, scant inches from her mouth.

She put on a wanton display of fellatio, even jerking the fake cock with her
hand at times, as she held it partially in her mouth. This went on for only a
few minutes, but it seemed like hours as I felt the cum in my scrotum roil with
the heat of this display.

She stopped her sucking and looked up at me, "Poor baby, does your little cock
need a sucking too?" Straining at my bonds, I tried to formulate the correct
answer, the correct words that would prompt her to give me relief. "Yes,
Mistress. This worthless slave's little cock needs a sucking, a sucking from
the extraordinary mouth of his divine Mistress Antonia."

"Oh, steven, you have such a way with words." She placed the rubber phallus on
the floor and grabbed the base of my shaft in a vice-like grip. "Look at you
steven, you're dripping in anticipation," she laughed. It was true. I was so
aroused that rivulets of pre-cum had dripped down my shaft. "I can't put this
filthy thing in my mouth," she giggled as one of her gloved fingers ran up my
cock gathering the juice. "Here, clean yourself," she ordered, holding the
sopping leather finger to my lips. I greedily devoured the juice there,
slurping loudly, hoping to keep her pleased in anticipation of the chance of
release she promised. "There's more," once again running her finger up my
shaft, coating the black leather in pre-cum. "Eat," and once again I thoroughly
cleaned her gloved finger with my mouth.

"What a good boy Mistress has," as she again gripped the base of my throbbing
cockmeat in her hands. 

Antonia slowly stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the underside of my
shaft. I groaned at this incredible torture. "Make one more sound and I stop,"
she hissed. She once again returned to teasing my hardness with her tongue, up
and down, up and down. She stopped at the most sensitive area, the glans, just
beneath the swollen purple head and started to push her tongue against that
spot. I squirmed, but I remained noiseless, hoping she would engulf me in her
warm mouth, knowing that if she did I would shoot instantaneously. But my
diabolical Mistress just continued to press and flick her tongue across that
spot until, helpless, a small sigh left my lips.

"You were warned!" she shouted, releasing my shaft and standing up. She crossed
the room quickly and once again reaching under the pillows produced a leather
cat-o-nine tails. "You'll have to be punished, steven, for disobeying
Mistress," as she crossed the room back to me... click... click... click.

She stood before me once again, this time with a scowl across her heavily
painted face. "This'll hurt me more than it'll hurt you," as she brought the
whip down across my cock, not hard, but hard enough. "I want this little thing
soft, steven, do I make myself clear?" as she began to whip my swollen cock and
balls with the flogger. It whistled through the air as time and again she
struck my most sensitive area. I counted twenty times and still my cock
remained harder than ever. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, my toy," she
laughed. "Look at the big strong Master, being aroused by having his cock and
balls tortured." She was right. I was very aroused by this, the moment, the
stinging pain, the sight of her.

Soon she grew weary of whipping me. "You think you're quite the stud, huh? All
the cunts and asses and mouths this cock has fucked. All the rancid cream
you've poured into hundreds of women. We'll see. Time to suck again, steven."

Antonia took the handle of the flogger and ran it across my lips. "Mmmmmm,
steven, Mistress so loves your mouth and lips. They've given me such pleasure,
remember?"

"Yes, Mistress, I remember," I whispered. She started to push the
leather-wrapped handle into my mouth. "Take it, steven, take it in your mouth,"
as she pushed it through my parting lips. "Take it, steven, just like you've
made me and all your sluts take your filthy cock in our mouths," she hissed as
she pushed it into me further. "Suck, steven, suck on it. Suck it the way you
like me to suck you. Feel what it's like," as she held the flogger's handle
deep into my mouth. I started to suck on it, the best I knew how. "That's it,
slaveboy, suck. Just like you make me do to your cock. What a good cocksucker
you are, steven! You like when I say that to you? Just like you say it to me
when you fuck my mouth," she giggled. Toni started to move the long handle in
and out of my raped mouth now as I strained at the leather strap across my
chest holding me to my chair. "That's it, stevie boy, that's it, keep sucking,"
as she started to rapidly move the leathered rod in and out of me, faster and
harder. "Too bad this can't shoot a hot load, huh, baby? Wouldn't you just love
to drink some boiling, creamy jism, just like you always make me do"? I tried
to protest but the handle moving in and out of my mouth choked off my words and
the sudden sensation of Mistress' gloved hand gripping my scrotum.

Toni pulled the whip handle out of my now raped mouth as she squeezed my cum
laden balls. "Feel good, darling? You have such nice big ones, don't you? All
filled to bursting with hot creamy cum, huh?" She continued squeezing as she
taunted me, the pain building. Just as I thought I would pass out from the
pain, she stopped. She turned and walked away, click, click, just a few steps.
Antonia bent at the waist and, dropping the flogger, reached behind herself and
spread her ass. "Look at this, steven. Isn't this a great ass?" I was still
catching my breath when she yelled, "ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!" "Y,y,,yes,
Mistress, it's an extraordinary ass" "Wouldn't you just love to fuck it,
slaveboy?" Yes, Mistress, please let me fuck your incredible ass," I stammered
in hope. "Not a fuckin' chance!" as she turned and walked back towards me.
Stopping in front of me, hands on hips, she surveyed me with flaming eyes. She
reached down and once again grasped my cock in her leather fist. "Wanna cum,
steven?" as she started to pump my engorged shaft. "Yes, Mistress, please let
me cum," I begged. She started to pump my shaft faster and harder now and I
felt myself growing close. "Wanna cum, boytoy?" she laughed, her hand a blur
now. "Yes... please... I..." "Not a fuckin' chance," as she released my
throbbing shaft, turned on her high heels and walked back to the bed.

Antonia sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, her left hand rubbing
her clit. "I want to cum, steven, what do you think of that?" she mocked me.
"Please let me watch you cum, Mistress," I begged, hoping she would blindfold
me so the visual torture would end. She picked up a small black plastic
vibrator with a gold base. Reaching to the bedside table, she took a bottle of
baby oil and dripped it onto the toy until it was completely coated. Toni stood
and crawled onto the bed, her gorgeous ass now facing me as she positioned
herself on her knees. "Watch this, steven," as she reached behind herself and
holding her ass open with one hand slowly and smoothly slid the small vibrator
into her tight asshole. "Watch, steven," looking over her shoulder at me again
with that same sneer and fiery eyes. "Watch me fuck my ass, your favorite
thing." As she started to slowly slide the shaft into her tight sphincter she
placed her head on the pillows, reached beneath herself with her other hand,
and started to rub her clit. Her moaning filled the room. "I love getting my
ass fucked, steven... ooooohhhh..." As the vibe disappeared within her bowels
she turned it on and started to cum once again, audibly, loudly, torturing me
with exquisite agony by making me watch another wanton display. Once my slave,
she now owned me, and she knew it.




sybian1@aol.com


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