Switching roles

My cock stiffens as I glance across the room. We had met up earlier in the year through a well-known online dating site. I had been attracted, however, by your spirit and sense of adventure. From the outset, 'the chemistry' had seemed right. My advert had said that I was dominant and yours that you are normally submissive. These characteristics had served us well over the ensuing months and defined our liaisons as we indulged each other. But last night as we rested, my cock satiated by the tightness of your rear passage, you had asked why I had never sought to be penetrated just as I so eagerly sought to penetrate you back there. Your comment seemed so sensible yet it would take me into uncharted territory that I had never dreamed of let alone contemplated. Maybe it was the ebbing lust or maybe it was the fine bottle of red wine but we had decided there and then to switch roles for the New Year - tonight.

As you approach, the harness around your waist rises and falls with you gait. The member strapped to your pubis had been purchased that afternoon with the aid of a helpful sales assistant. She had suggested this model as a suitable toy 'to break me in', suggesting that she had successfully 'broken in' several boyfriends with it. 'Later, when he has got used to it, he will beg for something with a wider girth. Then you will know that he is truly your slut' she had casually remarked. Neither of you had been interested in my opinions or, for that matter, seemed to pay heed to my presence. I had, in every sense of the word, adopted the role of your submissive, compliant 'slave'. It seemed as though we had already crossed that forbidden threshold. Nonetheless, the thought does cross my mind that sales assistant might have other experiences to share and that we might invite her to join us both at a future date. The thought of this twenty-something girl demonstrating her sexual prowess on her mature companions causes my cock to jerk again involuntarily. Of course, you notice and with a wry grin, you grasp my balls squeezing them lightly. ‘Not so fast, my slut’, you sneer.

I wonder now how I will accommodate such a rampant member - but I have craved this moment too long to shy away now. The leather around your waist holds the beast in place; the lubricant glistens as you apply it to her girl-cock. You have obviously watched me masturbate as I lay next to you and have learnt to apply the lubricant in the same seductive manner. Your hand strokes, it caresses and it pulls. 'Its time for you to be my slut; to learn how it feels to be a woman' you say, 'bend over'. With some trepidation, I comply with your instruction leaning forward over the bed. Within seconds, I am enjoying the coolness of the lubricant on my asshole as your gloved hand prepares me - gently probing, urging the muscle to relax, just as I have done to you in the recent months since I broke you in. Involuntarily, I push backwards seeking greater penetration. One finger, then two fingers slip inside.

Satisfied that I am suitably lubricated and my tight muscle is relaxed, you instruct me to lie on my back, my legs raised. You clasp my cock so that there is no escape and place your girl-cock against my hole. But first you say ‘I have something to comfort you’. You toss your recently discarded panties to me – the black lace still warm and infused with the scent of your love. I pull them to my face drawing in the glorious scent and enjoying the moist gusset against my cheek. My eyes close in ecstasy and you immediately seize the moment when I am distracted and relaxed. 'Now lets see just what a dirty little slut you can be'. You press forward gently, teasing me open - all the time stroking my cock.

As it slips in, I gasp at the searing pain but you simply smile ' hurts real good, eh bitch?' 'Yes mistress' I reply. My mind darts between the invasion of your cock and the sublime scent of your panties. You smile – your moist lips parting seductively, your hand working its magic. Bliss.