Changed Roles Pt. 02 – BDSM


Changed Roles Part 2

The last weekend took a lot out of me. All of the sex, all of the pain, and the emotional roller coaster were more than I was expecting. I was drained physically and mentally. I looked at myself in the mirror. My wrists and ankles had marks from the ropes and cuffs she kept me in for so long. My ass, back, and legs still had bruises from that damn leather strap. I had to give all of this some wondered. Honestly, she was right about me. I was doing this so I could fuck her like I used to, but now she was making me pay. I wasn’t sure I was eager to pay her price. Hell, I wasn’t even sure of the price right now. I needed to rest, to recover, maybe reconsider.

The next day at work, I tried to text and call, but there was no reply or answer. I didn’t think much of it. But, after five more days, I began to feel antsy. I had forgotten the uncomfortable parts; all I could think of was how fucking sexy she was and how she was taking control of everything. I needed all of that again. I never wondered of myself as the submissive type, much less the implications of what it meant. Then I wondered about what she said about taking another lover, and it occurred to me that might be what she had done. Then I wondered about all the other things she said. Some of them scared me.

My longing turned to anger, then to insecurity. My heart raced at the wondered of her being with another man. I knew I had to see her no matter what it took. I became determined not to displease her, to obey everything she demanded. I wasn’t gonna let her get away. She was undoubtedly the hottest woman I had ever met. I was tough, I knew I could take it, but I had to know where I stood. Then I recalled all she told me and I was frightened. I realized just how much control she had already. She did have me to rights. I did fuck her daughter, and she had a right to be angry. I was afraid she would use my guilt to manipulate me for her own needs, her own selfish, sadistic needs. She had revealed that side of her more than I had expected. However, even that was exciting. It aroused my curiosity. I knew inside it was dangerous. Maybe that is why I was attracted to it. But now, I was helpless. All I could do was wait for her to contact me.

The following day I found an e-mail from Ruthie on my phone. It was unusual for her to e-mail instead of texting. Worriedly I read it:

“I didn’t say so, but the last three weeks were a trial for you. I wanted to see if there was a chance that we could work it out between us. You still are just as good a fuck as you always were. You don’t fool me, James. You have too much testosterone to be some sissy, subservient, submissive, and I wouldn’t have you that way. I didn’t want to scare you at first until I was sure you were amenable to being my sweet sub-boy. But, if I take you back, things will be different. I have given you a little preview 🙂 I will be putting my foot down like never before. You will learn to serve my needs and never talk back, argue, or disagree with me. You might say you will consent to a non-consensual relationship where I am the first and last word. I will train you to subjugate your will to mine. I understand this will be uncomfortable at first, but I believe you are a strong, capable man who could do this and will soon get used to it and eventually crave the new role you will have in my life. I can promise it won’t be easy, but you will experience a level of satisfaction and sexual pleasure beyond anything your male mind could ever imagine. And I’ll get the kind of man I need. How do I know this? I know you, James. I know you better than you think. I want you back, but only on these terms. I won’t have you any other way; no need to reply. I’ll text you at bedtime.”

Funny, I wondered. She seemed to know I would acquiesce to her. It seemed like a brand new Ruthie. Was it? Why did she keep this part of herself hidden for three years?

I should explain something about me fucking her daughter. Ruthie had a daughter when she was fourteen. It was given up for adoption but stayed in foster care until Ruthie took her back when her daughter was thirteen. I met her accidentally when she was home from school about when Ruthie and I first started seeing each other. I was dominating Ruthie then. One day I stopped by her home while Ruthie was away at a seminar for work. I noticed the car in the drive and the lights on. I knocked on the door, and a young woman answered in a towel. From her looks, I never would have guessed it was Ruthie’s daughter; at the time, I didn’t know much about her. One thing led to another, and she ended up naked, offering me a blowjob and later fucking. She told me she was a friend who stopped by to freshen up before catching a flight.

Afterward, I excused myself and let myself out and never mentioned it.

After three years, I never saw her again until Kat, angry with her Mom, spilled the beans out of spite. That made things difficult and pretty much was the beginning of the end of our first relationship.

In any event, I found myself back with Ruthie, a new kind of Ruthie, more interesting, exciting, and, yes, dangerous.

At 10:00 pm came the text.

Ruthie: You will be cumming to my home this Friday. Be here before dark.

Ruthie: We have some private things we need to take care of.

Ruthie: I know a naughty boy who needs his poor ass bloodied.

Ruthie: Does that excite you or scare you?

James: Both.

Ruthie: Thinking about that cute ass of yours.

Ruthie: My pussy is so wet I might slide off the chair.

Ruthie: Bring all the toys and gear you used to use on me. Please put them in a suitcase you can leave here.

Ruthie: Don’t you dare jack off before you get here. That ejaculate belongs to me. You’ll need to save your energy too.

Then she signed off.

There wasn’t much back and forth. I could see she did like to run the show. It was gonna be challenging to keep this up. However, she was developing this sense of insecurity in me that kept me striving to obey her, to please her. And to be sure, she was making me strive. I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with that. It had an appeal. I have to admit that, and the sex was great. But what I found the most appealing was the idea of getting to know how she really was. She was far more interesting this way. I never knew what was next. I never felt as intimate with her when I was dominating the relationship. It was like she was submissive, horny compliant, but never really telling me what was going on in her head. I know now she was using me mostly to get off. She seemed to need sex more than any other woman I had ever known.

I never thoroughly tested her submission. Honestly, it was mostly about sex. She liked it more than any other woman I have ever met. Multi-orgasmic, it didn’t take much to get her to spread her legs. Now, she was coming out much more demanding, confident, and assertive with a sort of sexual energy that was scary and exciting. She didn’t need to hold back. She could take me or leave me, and it worked on my mind making her attractive in methods that bothered me. I was afraid of the way she manipulated me. I was getting hooked. I was getting hooked on how she controlled the situation, all the time getting her way and making me want to please her no matter what she wanted or did to me. And as all the time, my curiosity about where this might go both excited and frightened me. It was as if she had planned this out all along, and I was just sucked into her twisted plan.

Driving to her house on Friday, my arousal was overwhelming. I hadn’t eaten all day. I had no appetite. I felt like a kid with a crush. I thought what it was gonna be about and what she had planned. She lived in her old family’s place. Her older half-sister lived in her parents’ home a quarter mile from Ruthie. It was in the country. They had only recently gotten internet. Ruthie’s house was new construction. It was built like a country cottage with a porch all around it. Her bedroom had two doors that opened, one to the front porch and the other to a more private side porch. I remembered her old house had a similar arrangement of doors from her bedroom.

I arrived late afternoon, parked, walked up to the front door, and knocked. Instead of coming to the front door, she opened the door to her bedroom and leaned out.

“Come here, James. Come in this way,” she said.

I walked to the other door and looked in. Ruthie was waiting just inside.

“Take off your clothes, James, everything. Fold them neatly and place them in a pile by the door. Then you may come in,” she said calmly, emotionless.

I did as I was told, not giving voice to my wondered that someone might see me naked on her front porch.

“I know what you are thinking. I hope someone sees you, and it makes you feel humiliated. You like to be humiliated, don’t you, James? You are so cute that way,” she said, smiling, backing away from the door as I entered.

I replied sheepishly, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Come over to the rug by my bed and get on your knees. It has been a while, and I need you to suck my pussy,” she said as she unbuttoned her dress and slipped out of it.

She wasn’t wearing panties, just a bra, which she quickly dismissed and tossed apart as she came and stood in front of my face with her legs parted. She took both hands and pulled my face to her pussy. Her usually smoothly shaved pussy had short stubble and smelled musky.

“I haven’t showered all day, and I’ll be growing out the hair on my cunt. I am sure you won’t mind,” she said, looking sternly down at me.

I stuck out my tongue as she pushed my face into her pussy and then began to hump my mouth and nose. She was very wet and slick, like she had been that way for some time. I liked it. I loved her smell and the way she tasted. She rubbed her pussy hard on my mouth faster than my tongue could keep up. I was so fucking horny! My hard cock was sticking out, throbbing, and dripping.

“Suck it, baby! Suck my pussy.”

I did suck it, or more correctly, she fucked my face. I held on to the backs of her thighs, pulling her tighter and tighter to my mouth as she humped away. Pretty soon, I could feel her legs tremble, and she came, her juices all over my face.

“Damn! I needed that. It is exhausting cumming from a standing position. I see your cock is hard. Are you ready to fuck me, Darling?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She got on the bed on her back. “Come over and get between my legs, my sweet boy.”

I climbed between her legs; my cock was hard and had no issue finding its way into her wet pussy. I was relieved when she called me her “sweet boy” I needed her approval after not hearing from her for so long.

She hooked her feet behind my legs and fucked me back, each of us thrusting into the other. Her hands were grabbing my ass and pulling my cheeks aside, and I could feel her fingers tickling my asshole. She was trying to push them in, but they wouldn’t reach. She had never done that before. It felt strange and good.

“Does that feel good?” she asked while she slowly rocked her pussy against me, taking over the rhythm.

“Yes,” I replied.

“What?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied in a voice I am sure sounded obedient and contrite.

Damn! Even though I was on top of her fucking her, she still maintained control of the situation. She ensured I knew she was in control, even if it was under pleasant circumstances.

“Oh, James, we will have so much fun together. I can’t wait to spend more time with you,” she said. “Now fuck me, baby. Get some of my pussy. I know you need it, don’t you? You really need my pussy don’t you.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I panted frantically fucking her harder and faster, her hands relaxing and letting me get what I needed. Her pussy was super wet, and I was sure we were making a large wet spot on her sheets. It didn’t take long for me to cum. I groaned and let my cock shoot deep into her extremely wet pussy. After a few more hard strokes, I laid on top of her and relaxed. She pulled me to her open mouth and kissed me hard, biting my sore lip and holding me with her teeth. The harder I pulled back, the harder she bit. I finally stopped resisting, and she let go. She smiled knowingly. She knew she had me.

“I will make you fuck me like that whenever I feel like it. Can you do that, baby boy? She said, with a self-satisfied smile.

“Yes, Ma’am. I will try. I will all the time try to please you,” I replied without even thinking.

I got up off the bed and went to pee in the bathroom. She remained in bed on her back. When I got back, she was leaning against the headboard with one knee drawn up and her other leg spread out, giving me a wide-open view of her just fucked pussy. She pointed to her pussy and said, “Get over here. You’re not finished yet.”

I spoke without thinking. It just seemed obvious to me, “Why don’t we clean up first?”

“What did you just tell me? You said you’d all the time try to please me. Now dammit, get your face over here and please me. James, this is why I want you, to boss you around and make you do things for me that make me hot and horny. Now get down there and clean up the mess you made and make sure you make me cum a couple of times.

I got on my hands and knees, crawling between her legs. Just as I was about to put my mouth on her cunt she jutted her hips up and mashed my face into her pussy, pushing my face in hard. I was sure she covered my face in all of the juices. She seemed to be pleased as she rubbed the stubble of her pussy all over my mouth, telling me, “suck it, suck it. Suck that damn pussy, boy!” I was sure she would rub my mouth raw. Finally, she came. I backed away and got up on my knees.

“No, James, you’re not finished. Lick me. Not just my clit, but the whole mess you made. Take your time, and be thorough. This is what pleases me. To put you to work, to put you in your place, my sweet cunt licker. I want to make sure you understand our new relationship. And besides, putting your mouth to work will keep you quiet while I talk to you. Trust me and my directions. It will pay off in the long run. Sorry about the stubble.”

I did as I was told. Although my ardor wasn’t as intense since I had just cum, I must admit I enjoyed it. Not at first, but I got used to the nastiness of it all, and the act of licking her just fucked pussy gave me a feeling of intimacy with her. She allowed me to tend to her mess of a cunt, something she would have been too self-conscience to do before. I was beginning to learn to accept her demeanor and her different personality. As all the time, my curiosity about what would come next got the best of me. Could I take it? I didn’t really know. But, after all, I could quit any time I wanted. I still had my free will.

“That’s nice, James. Just keep doing that. Clean it up well and listen to me. I want no questions or backtalk from you. You can nod if I ask a question. Understand? So just shut the fuck up and lick. Your mouth isn’t for talking now. “

I nodded yes and continued to lick her thighs and stomach. Something about the way she was talking to me was turning me on. My cock was stiffening again. I am sure she could tell.

“I have to say, you have done pretty well so far. I know it must be difficult for a man like you to let a woman boss him and control the flow of a relationship. Submission can be brutal. Hell, it was for me. Just look at us now. Here you are, my sweet boy, your face between my legs, cleaning my cunt so affectionately. You surprised me with how well you took your beatings, but you are a very tough, rugged man. I appreciate that in you, all of that masculinity. But just look at how those beatings made you sweet. Have you noticed how much more compliant you are? You will need that masculinity to be channeled into giving me pleasure, into being obedient to my leadership from now on. Understand?”

I nodded in the affirmative.

You still have much to experience, and you may not like it at first. You have even more to learn about what it means to submit yourself to my pleasure, to my will. I intend you control you in many methods. It is for your own good. You need this, James. I all the time suspected it, and now, I am positive. You weren’t a very good Dom, but you were a great fuck. And for some reason, you like my pussy more than any man I have ever known. That is why you are here now. I find out that about you. But you have to find out something. You need discipline and instruction, and I will have to beat you again sometimes. I will not hesitate. I have a mean streak that pops up sometimes, so you can expect punishment, both physical and mental, both for instruction but also for my pleasure. But I won’t all the time be so brutal. I value you, and like anything I value, I intend to take good care of you. As I said previously, I know you like my pussy, and I will make you fuck me regularly and frequently until you are exhausted, and then I will use you in other methods to make me cum until you can resume the use of your cock to give me my satisfaction. Nothing can fulfill me sexually as much as the feeling of your cock pushing between those lips fucking me until I cum over and over. Ironic, isn’t. As kinky and twisted as I am, plain old missionary fucking can make me cum better than anything else. And my sweet boy, you and your cock do that better than anyone I have ever known.”

Get up you’ve done well enough,” she said sweetly, “Kneel between my legs.”

I raised up and knelt between her legs as she leaned back against the headboard. She studied me, looking over me from my face to my very hard cock. Then she slapped me hard. It really hurt. She was expressionless. She shock of it made my cock go soft. She grabbed my cock, squeezing it to try to make it hard. I was afraid to say anything. In a minute, it started to get hard again. Then she slapped me again, and it went soft. She grabbed it again, stroking it and squeezing, only this time, she didn’t let go when she slapped me again.

“I will keep slapping you until your cock remains hard without going soft, you mother fucker. Then she slapped me again.

I said, “You aren’t my mother, and I am fucking you,” sarcastically.

My eyes were watering from being slapped. She kept holding on to my dick. She smiled meanly.

“That’s where you are wrong. From now on, I am your mother, and you are my boy. Now let’s get my boy’s cock hard again so he can fuck his Mommy,” she said, smiling.

My head was spinning from all that was going on, but my cock did get hard.

“Get on your back.”

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