[Fiction] The Tables Turned

[Whispering Dom]

This is a little different to my previous stories, also going to be pretty short, although I prefer still to split it up for ease of reading. But I hope it's fun to read, it's meant to be entertaining, and to those who choose to read it, I hope you enjoy.



It all started with an email.

Hi Pete

We met last year in Edinburgh. I’m a friend of Lizzie and she introduced us, I don’t know if you remember me… :) .

Anyway, I’m coming to London and wondered whether we might meet up. In fact, if it’s not too cheeky to ask, could I maybe stay at your place a night or two… Lizzie said I should ask. Hope you don’t think it’s rude.

Hope to hear back from you. Julie.


I cast my mind back. I remember Lizzie, that’s for sure. She was tall and willowy and from what I could tell had a really great pair of tits, but despite that and her curly blonde hair she was no pushover. She was on my crew at the festival, and more than pulled her weight in comparison to the guys. Of course I set it as a goal to try and sleep with her and I recall trying to get her to come back to my hotel with me on more than one occasion. Being out on tour gives plenty of opportunities for fun like that, and I’ve had my fair share of success.

But not with Lizzie. She’d been very good humoured, but very firmly declined my advances. Julie? She must be the friend she’d brought on stage after the dress rehearsal and introduced to me. To be honest I really can’t remember much about her as I was totally fixated on Lizzie. I seem to recall that she seemed a little shy, well, quiet at least, but otherwise… Hmmm, really can’t remember.

Still, if she wants to stop by for a night or two, I’d have no problems. Who knows, might be an opportunity for some fun. Hell, maybe when she gets back she’ll put in a good word with Lizzie and maybe I can persuade her to come down to London too…



In fact, I recognize Julie as soon as I see her. I’d gone to the station to meet her. She’s slim, quite short, petite I guess you’d say and has dark shoulder length hair and now I remember her standing next to Lizzie on the stage, quietly looking around and saying how much she’d enjoyed the show. I’m surprised now that I hadn’t paid her more attention, she’s really quite attractive, but yeah, I only had eyes for Lizzie back then.

We walk slowly back towards my flat, making small talk. She tells me she’s come down to London to meet up with some friends she’d been at uni with, and she really hopes I don’t think her too rude or forward in asking to stay at my place, it’s just that hotels seem really expensive. And now she’s here I have no issues with it at all. And I like her accent. Reminds me of Lizzie…

We’re passing a pub, and I suggest we stop in for a drink. It’s a nice sunny day, and we sit outside, drinking, chatting and watching the people passing by. She told me she’d trained as a dancer, but had realized that life in the theatre didn’t really appeal so had come down here to university, and now she’s back in Edinburgh looking for a job. That might explain why I’m starting to find her quite attractive. Always had a thing for dancers… Anyway I do remember finding her not only fun to talk to, but she was definitely growing on me too, and I’d stopped thinking about Lizzie.

The afternoon wore slowly on, we’d had a few drinks then headed back to my place. It’s a small flat, just one bedroom, but sometimes that can be an advantage when entertaining. Wink, wink. Already a little buzzed I’d opened a bottle of wine and poured a couple of glasses, and so the conversation continued, talking about this and that. And Julie continued to grow on me… It had definitely occurred to me by now that I wouldn’t mind sleeping with her.

Not being much of a cook I’d suggested we go out and get some dinner, and so we had. And more wine. By the time we got back to my place it was already getting on, but even so I opened yet another bottle of wine. Ok, I admit I drink a bit, but I can handle it pretty well, and I was having a good time, and Julie seemed to be having a good time too, and she either handles alcohol well too which is pretty impressive for such a small girl, or maybe she just wasn’t drinking as much as I was.

And of course, at this stage it wasn’t so much that I wouldn’t mind sleeping with Julie, I actually really wanted to. I mean after spending the afternoon with her I have to admit she’s pretty damned attractive, and there’s something really quite sexy about her, although that might just be the booze tinted glasses. So I probably rather clumsily tried to turn the conversation round to sex. Through the haze of alcohol I felt the conversation was going fine, I guess I suggested we tell each other about our fantasies, that’s a method I’ve used with some success in the past. She didn’t seem at all put out, and seemed quite happy chatting, although I realized later that I probably told her more about me than she told me about her. Anyway, I definitely thought I was in with a chance.

I guess I made a vague pass when it got late assuming she’d be happy to jump into bed with me now, but it wasn’t taken up and although I was pretty disappointed I’m not one to try and force anything, so I got her pillows and blankets to sleep on the sofa in the living room and I stumbled off to bed.



I wake up early, my head throbbing and my mouth dry. I vaguely remember the previous evening, and seeing as I’m alone in bed I remembered at least that Julie hadn’t been interested in me. Seemed to be a recurring theme with Scottish girls. I swing my legs out of bed and sit there for a moment waiting for the room to stop spinning. Taking a deep breath I get up and go to my bedroom door, open it and peek out. The living room door is still closed, so I step out still in my boxers and slip into the kitchen and fill a glass with water, drink it down and refill. I look at the clock on the stove, still early, not quite 6 am, so I drink the second glass of water and decide I’ll go back to bed for a bit and hope that my headache subsides.

I’m about to go back through my bedroom door when I hear the door behind me open, the one to the living room. I take a deep breath and turn round to see Julie standing there in a black t shirt and shorts.

“Morning.” She says. “Sleep well?” I think I see a smile on her face.

“Not bad” I say, trying to act like I wasn’t a total loser and hoping that I hadn’t offended her with the pass I’d made. But damn, she still looks very good this morning, so it can’t have all been the booze, and now they’re out in the open I have to say she has nice legs. “You?” She nods.

“I was just going to get a glass of water.” She says. Well, maybe she had drunk a bit last night then, and perhaps she hadn’t even remembered that I’d made a pass, so maybe I don’t need to feel too embarrassed.

“Oh, sure” I say. ”I’ll get you one.” And I turn and walk back into the kitchen. Julie follows me in. I get a fresh glass, fill it from the tap turn round and hand it to her. She takes a sip.

“So… Interesting fantasies you have.” I groan inwardly. She’s looking at me, standing in my boxers. Looking at me quite openly. What the fuck had I told her? I have a ton of fantasies, no idea which one, or ones I might have admitted to in my failed attempt to get her to sleep with me. And I’m quite sure I can’t remember what fantasies she’d told me she’d had. If she’d told me anything at all.

“Uh… Yeah, Ok.” I pause. At least she doesn’t look upset, so hopefully she’s just making conversation. She certainly doesn’t look embarrassed, and again I think I see a little smile on her face so I guess I’ve not offended her. “I hope the conversation didn’t get out of line…” I run out of things to say. My head is still pounding and I’m not sure if I want to go back to bed or just go and hide in the bathroom.

“Not at all” she says brightly. “In fact, I think you should try one of them right now.” She’s looking up at me me right into my eyes, and I have no idea what to say… Or what to do. I have no idea what I told her, so I have no idea which fantasy she’s talking about. I can feel my face flushing hot. I swallow hard. “Well? Don’t you want to?” Fuck this is embarrassing. I try to smile, but I suspect it looks like a grimace, and looking at her standing there, it seems as though she’s playing with me like a cat playing with a mouse.

“Um… Which one are you referring to?” I say pathetically. Not that any of them that I can think of wouldn’t be deeply embarrassing under the present circumstances. She looks me in the eye.

“Being naked in front of a clothed woman. CFNM.” She’s still looking at me and again I groan inwardly. “That was one of them wasn’t it?” I look at her hopelessly. It is indeed something I’ve fantasized about. “Well, go on. Get rid of the boxers.” I wince as a stab of pain shoots through my head. I want to go back to bed. I try to laugh it off.

“It’s Ok” I say. “Yeah, that is one of them, but…”

“Do it!” She cuts me off. I guess after all she not only remembers the pass, but that in fact she’s pissed off about it.

“Look Julie…” I look at her pathetically. “Sorry. If I was out of line yesterday…” I take a deep breath. “It was all just meant to be fun.” I try to smile at her. She takes a step towards me.

“It was fun.” She pauses, looking at me. “Now take your boxers off.” I’m squirming. This is acutely embarrassing, and being as hung over as I am really isn’t helping. I mean I don’t even understand what’s going on. She’d rejected my advances last night, so why is she asking, no, not asking, telling me to take my boxers off now. It makes no sense. She’s looking up at me, her eyes not blinking. “Do it. Now.” My heart is thumping in my chest and my mouth is dry again, but she’s up close to me, staring me in the eyes, and I think she means it.

“You’re serious?” I ask helplessly. “You really want me to take my boxers off?” She’s looking me straight in the eyes and gives a small nod. “But what about last night? Why didn’t you want to…” I give up and shake my head, which sends another stab of pain through it.

“Just do it.” She says quietly. “Do what I tell you.” I swallow hard.

[Whispering Dom]

With trembling hands, I pull my boxers down and let them fall to the floor. I’m too confused, and to be honest too intimidated not to mention embarrassed to be aroused. She takes a step back and takes a look at me. I’m trembling. Then she looks up at me, hands me her water glass.

“Could I have a refill please.” My mind is swirling, what the fuck is she doing. I’m standing here naked like she asked me, no told me to, and now she’s just asking me to fill her glass with water. In a haze of confusion I turn to the sink and fill it, then turn round and hand it to her. I notice as I turn that she’d been looking at my butt. “Thanks.” She looks up at me and smiles. “Let’s sit down.” I want to go back to bed because I also realize that I’m beginning to get turned on. Just a little, but of course it’ll be quite obvious to her. I sigh inwardly. Yes, being naked in front of a clothed woman is definitely a fantasy that turns me on.

She pulls out a chair from the kitchen table, sits and indicates for me to sit also. Resignedly I pull out a chair and sit, I’m too hungover to fight. I try to keep my cock wedged between my legs, and keep my legs clamped shut, but that still isn’t going to hide from her that I’m getting hard. Despite my arousal I really don’t feel comfortable, I like to feel in control in my relationships with women, and the whole being naked in front of a clothed woman thing? I think I may have watched too much porn and make a mental note that drunkenly talking about fantasies might not after all be the best way to get laid.

“Well, you weren’t lying” she says with a grin. “That clearly is a fantasy for you.” I don’t really know what to say, but she continues anyway. “Are you enjoying yourself?” I feel my face flush hot. Suddenly she stands up and walks to the counter. I have no idea what’s going on. She puts her glass on the counter then turns back to me, a tea towel in her hands. I watch silently as she walks behind me. “Put your hands behind the chair.” I look at her, swallow hard. She stares at me, and not knowing what else to do, I do what she tells me and feel her wrap the tea towel around my wrists and tie them together. She walks back around and sits back down on her chair.

By now I’m hard, and since this was just a fantasy, not something that had ever actually happened, at least not until now, I’m surprised to find both the situation and my arousal painfully embarrassing. Humiliating even. Not at all how I’d imagined it… I keep my legs clamped tightly together, but my cock is threatening to spring free, almost too hard now to keep wedged between them. I look hopelessly at Julie. I guess she’s angry about yesterday, about last night. Did I offend her? Is she trying to humiliate me because of things I did or said? Well, if she is it’s definitely working. I watch as she stretches her leg out, and with her toes start to push my legs apart. I try to resist. She looks at me.

“Spread your legs.” I look at her and realize she’s not asking. She’s ordering me to do it. I want to argue with her, apologize, tell her enough is enough, she’s made her point. I shake my head, feel another stab of pain. “Spread your legs.” She repeats quietly. With a defeated sigh I do so. My head hurts, I have no fight in me. I still feel humiliated, but the arousal is completely out in the open now, I’m fully erect. I close my eyes for a moment, have no idea where this is going. Surely if she’d wanted to have sex with me she’d have taken the offer last night.

I start as I feel something touch my leg and open my eyes. Julie is running the toes of her right foot up my left leg.

“Maybe we should try out another of your naughty fantasies” she says, and I swallow hard. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” It’s not a question. I must have told her I have a thing about women’s feet. Oh god. She moves her chair a little closer then starts running her toes up my leg again, all the way up, dipping between my legs, and I feel her flicking my balls with them. I whimper quietly, humiliation surging through me. She’s rubbing my balls with her toes. I want to close my legs, to end this, but at the same time I think she might be trying to make me cum, and if I’m honest, she’s doing a really good job of it. I moan out loud as I feel her run her toes up my cock.

“You really do have quite a lot of dirty fantasies, don’t you.” She’s looking at me, still massaging my cock with her toes. I look at her pitifully, but I don’t speak. “Did you like my fantasies then?” I swallow hard, I don’t remember her telling me any of her fantasies. I must have been too drunk.

“I-I don’t really remember…” I stutter, and she laughs out loud and squeezes my cock with her toes.

“Really?” She says. I nod, squirming as she keeps playing with my cock. Did she say she likes to jerk guys off with her feet? I rack my brain, but I can’t remember a thing. “Well, let’s see how long it takes you to figure out what I told you then shall we.” She has a smile on her face that frankly, if it weren’t for my arousal, would freeze the blood in my veins. As it is, I think I’m about to cum very hard. Then her foot is gone…

She stands up and walks to the kitchen counter and starts opening and looking into the drawers. After a few moments of shuffling things around she brings her hands out and I see she’s holding a pair of scissors. Now my blood really does freeze. Fuck, did she say her fantasy was to cut a guy’s cock off? Or worse. I’ve had enough of this. I try to release my hands, but they are tied tightly together, so I try to get up and at least get out of the room, maybe I can lock myself in the bathroom… As I move to stand she turns quickly and pushes me back down and I sit painfully on my hands. I think I might have sprained my wrist, it’s fucking painful.

“Did I say I was finished with you?” she says coldly.

“Look Julie” I say. “Please, I don’t know what you want from me… If I upset you yesterday I’m really sorry. I mean it. Really sorry. Just please, let’s stop this, Ok?” She laughs.

“You didn’t upset me at all, I had a great time yesterday, and now we’re just experimenting with each others fantasies. Aren’t we?” She looks at me. “Isn’t that what you want?” I look at her. I’m so confused, not to mention so humiliated considering she nearly just tossed me off with her foot. “Have you figured out what my fantasy is yet?” She asks. I shake my head, trying to think.

“No, not really.” I look up at her. “You like to jerk guys off with your feet?” She shrugs but shakes her head. I look at the scissors. “Do you like to inflict pain?” I say swallowing hard. She laughs and shakes her head again.

“No. Although a little pain can be a fun thing… Don’t you think?” Looking at the scissors, no, I don’t think. “Well, since you haven’t got it yet, let’s continue shall we.” I gulp. “Now, sit back in the chair and spread your legs for me.” Since she’s pulled the scissors out, my fear has completely overcome my arousal, and I’m no longer hard, not at all. Taking a deep breath I sit back and once again spread my legs for her. I’m slightly reassured that she’s not going to cut my balls or cock off, but not fully, whatever I don’t want to upset her since I have a sneaking suspicion she may be crazy.

She approaches me and kneels between my legs. She lifts the scissors and I take in a deep breath. I think I may have whimpered like a girl too, because she looks up at me for a moment and laughs quietly. She brings the scissors up - and cuts off a whole thatch of my pubic hair. Then more. I just watch, mesmerized as she keeps clipping away. She lifts her other hand to hold my cock out of the way, and of course, the feel of her touch starts to get me hard again, and as I do, she starts to stroke it, all the while continuing to snip away my hair.

It takes maybe three or four minutes, but where once there was a thick dark thatch of hair there is now just a light grey stubble, and she’s still languidly stroking my cock, and again I think she may be trying to make me cum.

“You know” she says. “That really does look much better.” And she looks up at me and smiles. “Maybe later I’ll take a picture of it and send it to Lizzie, I think she might like it like this.” I wince painfully imagining her doing that, I mean I doubt Lizzie is my greatest fan anyway after my repeated failed attempts to get her into bed. And with that she bends forward and takes me in her mouth, sliding her lips up and down me a few times before coming back up and settling back on her haunches, looking up at me. “Yes.” She says. “Really much better.” To say I’m bewildered is a complete understatement. I have absolutely no idea what is going on, on the one hand she’s scaring me senseless, on the other I’m incredibly aroused. I watch as she stands up and puts the scissors back in their drawer, and as I see that I breath a huge sigh of relief. She turns and sits back down on her chair and looks at me.

“So, clearly you do like being naked with a clothed woman.” She says it like she’s ticking things off a list. “And did you like it when I played with you with my foot then?” I swallow hard, but nod. “Is that your fantasy about feet? To be jerked off by a woman using her feet?” She’s looking at me.

“I-I don’t know… It’s more of a general thing I think…” My voice tails off. I look at her helplessly. “I mean yeah, you nearly made me cum, but…” I shut up before I incriminate myself further.

“Oooh, really?” She says. “So I’m good with my feet am I?” And she laughs, and then lifts her foot again and starts massaging me with it. I moan out loud. “But if it’s a general thing, maybe you like kissing feet…” And with that she lifts her foot higher until it’s right in front of my face. “Go on” she says. “Do it.” I can’t really say that’s part of my fantasy, but I lean forward and quickly kiss the ball of her foot. She leaves her foot there and wiggles her toes. I take the hint, and give each toe a quick peck. I sit back, utterly humiliated as she drops her foot to my cock again. “I hope you can control yourself though. You’re not to cum, you understand?” I look at her helplessly, but nod my head.

“I’ll try.” But as she massages my cock with her toes I’m not sure I’ll succeed.

“So” she says brightly. “Have you figured out my fantasy yet?” I have no idea, despite her saying it’s not a fantasy to jerk a guy off with her foot she sure seems to be enjoying trying it with me, but now I’m also thinking maybe she likes shaved guys… I shake my head. “Well, we’ll just have to keep going a bit more then, won’t we.” Suddenly she pulls her foot away. “You know” she says. “Much as I’m very much enjoying all this, I don’t really think it’s right that you get all the pleasure.” I look at her. “I mean that’s not fair, is it.” Again I’m bewildered. Now what? “No.” She continues. “I’ve sat here with you completely naked, played with you, nearly getting you to cum, and what have I got out of it?” I shake my head in confusion. “I think I want to cum.” I must look like an idiot, because she laughs. “Get on your knees.”

“Huh?” She’s looking straight at me.

“I said… Get down on your knees. Now. In front of me.” Slowly I slip down off the chair and kneel in front of her. I have to say, it feels really weird being down on my knees in front of this petite girl, not an experience I’ve had before. “You are going to have the privilege of giving me an orgasm.” She says it very matter of factly. No idea what she means by privilege, I love making women cum. Of course, with my hands tied behind my back… Maybe she’ll untie them. I’m looking up at her, still sitting on the chair, and suddenly she grabs her shorts and pulls them down and off. She’s totally smooth there, and she spreads her legs. She’s looking down at me. “Well?” She says. “Go on then.”

I hesitate just for a moment, and since my hands are still restrained behind my back I lean forward and kiss her lips. She spreads her legs wider and I start to lick between them. I hear her sigh and feel her slide a little forward on her chair. I look up, her eyes are open, looking at me. I return to her. Now, I like going down on women, but with my hands tied behind my back not only does it feel really humiliating but it’s much harder to keep balanced. But I try, it just means my face is pushed harder against her than it would be if my hands were free and I was able to rest them on her body. I keep licking at her, probing and she’s bucking her hips and moaning quietly, I feel her start to push herself against my face, increasing the pressure, and now I want to make her cum, want to feel her climax against my face.

I push my tongue deep inside her, then come back out and lap quickly at her clit. My face is wet from my saliva and her arousal, I hear her gasp, feel her shudder and then feel her hips jerk as she orgasms. My face still between her legs I let out my own stifled moan of arousal, keep kissing at her lips, feeling her jerk as little aftershocks are triggered. I stay there between her legs, softly kissing her, finally I sense her sitting back up in the chair and I sit back on my haunches. I’m absolutely throbbing with arousal, my cock feels like it’s going to explode.

[m55uk4younger]

You write so well, writing is a skill and art, looking forward to reading more of this story and many more that you may create.

[Whispering Dom]

Originally Posted by m55uk4younger

You write so well, writing is a skill and art, looking forward to reading more of this story and many more that you may create.

Thanks for the very complimentary words. I'm glad you are enjoying the story, and hopefully others are too.

Here's the next (and final) part of this one.

[Whispering Dom]

She’s looking down at me, she’s smiling. “Not bad” she says. “Not bad.” She takes a deep breath. “But I don’t think we’ve finished yet…” And with that she flicks my cock with her toes again. I almost cum. She massages me with her foot slowly. “No cumming… Not unless I say you can.” She pulls her foot away and I look up at her. Again I see that look on her face, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Slowly she stands up, turns and goes to the sink, refills her glass and drinks it down. She’s got a stunningly nice ass which is not covered at all by the t shirt and I feel another spasm of arousal as I gaze at it. I’m kind of glad that she hasn’t bothered to put her shorts back on, because while for sure I really do seem to like being naked with a clothed woman, Julie has a really nice body, and secretly I’m hoping I’ll get to see it all, and seeing her naked from the waist down is at least good start.

She finishes drinking then turns to look at me, leaning back against the kitchen counter, her legs just a little spread. Despite the fact that I’ve just been very close up to her, I can’t help but stare at her smooth crotch. At this point I wouldn’t mind going there again. Slowly she steps away from the counter and walks over to me. I look up at her from my place kneeling on the floor. She squats down in front of me, looking me in the eyes.

“You really should try not to stare so obviously” she says with a little grin. She reaches down and starts to stroke me very slowly. Again I almost cum. “Luckily for you, I don’t mind, but other people might find it rude.” I let out a small grunt, trying to stop myself from climaxing. “You were staring at my ass when I got up to get some water, weren’t you.” It’s not a question, I swallow hard, but nod my head. “And you liked it, didn’t you.” She’s stopped stroking, but is gripping my cock hard. Again, I nod my head. She lets go of my cock and stands up. I let out a grunt of relief. She’s standing, looking down at me.

Suddenly she turns, and bends forward, resting her hands on the back of her chair. She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder.

“Kiss it!” My mouth drops open. She keeps looking at me, brings one of her hands round and lightly slaps her butt. “Go on. Kiss it.”

I shuffle forward on my knees, hesitate just for a moment, then lean in and kiss her butt cheek. Her skin is silky smooth. I kiss the other cheek. In a daze I sit back on my haunches. She is still looking at me.

“Did I say you could stop?” I dumbly shake my head. “Then keep kissing it until I say you can stop.”

I lean forward again and plant another kiss on each cheek. Then another. Kissing her butt like this is both incredibly arousing, and also humiliating. I’d say the arousal just wins out at this point, but I wouldn’t bet on it despite the throbbing between my legs. I plant a series of little kisses all the way down her butt crack. She’s got a terrific ass, really sexy, and I’ve always had a thing for women’s butts. I moan quietly with arousal, I really hope I don’t spontaneously cum doing this, I cannot believe how aroused I am. I hear her speak.

“Oh yes…” I stop and look up at her, she’s looking over her shoulder at me again. “I remember now… You said that was another of your fantasies, didn’t you.” I think I see a little smirk as I feel my face flush. Oh fuck, I didn’t admit to that one did I? She’s looking right at me, then slowly spreads her legs, and as she does her cheeks part. I take in a sharp breath as her asshole is revealed. “Go on!” she says. I gulp. Did I really admit to it being a fantasy to rim a woman? I mean, I’m not even sure it is a fantasy, just something I imagined would be a really dirty thing to do! I really need to drink less, or if I do drink that much keep my fucking mouth shut. “Come on. What are you waiting for. Do it.” I’m snapped back to the present. I look up at her, see her eyes drilling into me…

With quite some trepidation, I lean my face forward, and tentatively, very tentatively put my lips against her asshole. I can’t bring myself to push my tongue out so I pucker them to give it a kiss then pull back, breathing heavily. I look up at her, she’s still looking over her shoulder at me. She shakes her head.

“Really? That’s it?” She gives me a disapproving look. “I think you can do better than that.” There’s a pause as I look helplessly up at her, amazed to realize that I’m still rock hard. “I mean, you did say it was a fantasy didn’t you. Or can’t you even remember what you said?” Right now I hate myself on so many levels I don’t even know where to start, not least because despite the humiliation washing over me I’m still so fucking turned on. I shake my head in defeat and lean forward, and again kiss her asshole. I pull away again, breathing heavily.

Suddenly she stands up and whirls around, squats down in front of me and grabs my face, staring into my eyes.

“Now listen here” she hisses. “I’m sorry if you were so drunk last night that you don’t remember what you said.” Her eyes drill into mine. “But I remember very clearly. You said it was a fantasy of yours to rim a woman.” She pauses. “Well, I’m giving you the opportunity to fulfill that fantasy, and added to that the privilege of rimming me.” There she goes again with privilege. She squeezes my face with her hands. “If you want to get to cum today, then I suggest you start doing a better job when I give you the opportunity!” And with that she pushes my face away, almost causing me to fall over backwards.

I recover my balance and look miserably up at her. She has a look in her eyes I can’t quite make out. Suddenly, she grabs her t shirt and lifts it over her head. Fuck, she’s gorgeous, and again despite my predicament, the sight of her now naked body makes my cock spasm.

“Maybe that will give you an incentive to try harder” she says indicating her naked body her voice dripping with what sounds like contempt. And with that she turns again, leans over against the chair and spreads her legs, once more revealing her asshole.

Resignedly I lean my face towards her and poke my tongue out. I squeeze my eyes closed and lean further until I feel my tongue touch her skin. I don’t even know if I’m on her asshole. I gag slightly, although to be fair, there’s no taste, or even smell. I flick my tongue aimlessly around, and mentally resolve to remove rimming from my list of fantasies! I gag again, just the thought of what I might be doing making me feel distinctly queasy.

Suddenly I feel her push herself hard against my face. I open my eyes in surprise and gag again. She’s pushing her ass hard against my face and I realize that now my tongue is indeed right up against her asshole. Then I feel her hand grab the back of my head and push me harder against her. Again I gag, more from the surprise than anything else, I’m amazed that there’s still no smell or taste and absurdly I wonder how she manages to keep so clean. And then I realize that I am actually running my tongue over her asshole, playing with it. I hear her gasp and let out a moan which despite everything sends a shiver of arousal through me.

She’s let go of my head but is still grinding her ass against my face as I let my tongue run over and around her asshole. Ok, maybe I’ll keep rimming as a fantasy… No, just this once will be enough. But she seems to be really enjoying it moaning loudly. I keep going, quite sure I am not allowed to stop, and besides, I’m still immensely aroused, and her moans of pleasure are also turning me on like crazy. Suddenly she cries out, her ass bumping against my face, and I realize she must have orgasmed again. I fall back, breathless, and look up at her, her body still heaving from her climax, she’s bent over the chair breathing hard and I see her hand retreat from between her legs, and I realize that she must have masturbated while she had me rimming her.

I kneel on the floor, the throbbing between my own legs threatening to erupt as I look up at her naked body, finally she stands up and turns around and looks down at me. She smiles.

“Who’s a good boy” she says taking in a deep breath. I’m not sure if she’s mocking me. She squats down in front of me and I feel her fingers stroking my balls. I let out a whimper as I nearly cum. “Aren’t you glad I decided we should play out each other’s fantasies this morning?”

“Ohhh” is about all I can manage as she slowly starts to masturbate me.

“Well?” I nod, gasping for breath as I try desperately not to cum.

“Yes…”

“And have you figured out what my fantasies are yet?” I’m gasping. Well, the obvious one is to be rimmed, but she also seems to be enjoying torturing me, and when I come to think about it, humiliating me.

“You like to be rimmed?” I say and she shrugs and giggles.

“That was the first time” she says, still languidly stroking me. “Not going to say it’ll be the last…” She grins and I wince as she squeezes my cock. “But no, that’s not it. Try again.”

“You like humiliation?” I ask quietly. “I mean you like… Ohhhh” as she strokes me faster. “I mean you like humiliating me, other people…” She looks at me and smiles.

“Close.” she says with a smile and she kneels down and bends forward and once again takes me in her mouth. It’s almost too much and I clench every muscle in my body in my effort not to climax. She slides her lips slowly up and down me, then gently off of me. She’s smiling. Her hands return to me, and now with her saliva they slide smoothly up and down me, slowly. It feels excruciatingly good, and I’m not going to be able hold out much longer.

I look at her helplessly as she continues to caress me, I can feel my orgasm building, the pleasure radiating out from my groin through my body which is trembling as I try to prevent the inevitable. I see she is gazing down at my cock as she languidly runs her hands up and down me. Precum has started to seep out and she is rubbing it in, adding to her saliva to let her hands slip smoothly over me. It’s hopeless, I can’t fight it anymore.

“I-I’m s-sorry…” I whimper. “I can’t hold out, I’m going to cum…” She looks up at me and smiles, and to my dismay speeds up her stroking, and I really can’t hold out. With a cry my pent up orgasm gushes out in ribbons of semen, shooting up over her breasts and stomach. She gasps quietly, I really hope it’s pleasure not anger that I came without her permission, but even so the release is incredible.

She lifts her eyes to look at me as she keeps stroking, it’s almost painful how sensitive I am, and I groan quietly. Finally she takes her hands away from me, and sits back on her heels, looking at me. I look at her, see my semen all over her breasts and belly. Don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life! I really hope she’s not angry. “Sorry… I tried… I’m sorry.” She laughs quietly.

“It’s Ok. It’s what I wanted. You did great.” I breath out a sigh of confused relief and she leans forward and kisses me on my lips. Slowly she pushes her tongue into my mouth, and kisses me hard. Finally she breaks away. She leans behind me and I feel her untie the tea towel, and my hands are free. Then she kneels there, just looking at me as I am looking at her. And all I can say is she’s gorgeous, sexy as anything. But I’m still so confused.

“So… Was I right then? You like to humiliate people?” She smiles.

“That’s part of it yes, I do enjoy giving out a little humiliation. But no, I like to control guys. To be dominant.” I look at her, not really comprehending what she’s saying. She shrugs. “And you were a very acceptable sub, if I may say so.” And she winks at me. I don’t really get it, obviously I’ve heard of BDSM, but it’s never really been my thing… Although after today, well maybe I’ll do some research. I watch as she stands up, and I see her scoop up a little of my semen with her finger and slip it into her mouth, then she looks down and grins at me, turns to the kitchen counter and I get another view of her stunning ass as she tears off a sheet of kitchen towel and starts to clean herself off. She looks at me over her shoulder, still smiling.

“Those balls were pretty full eh?” She says. “Really made quite a mess, didn’t you.” I feel my face flushing hot, I mean what did she expect with what she’d done with me. I hate the way she seems to humiliate me so easily… Or do I? I sigh quietly to myself and look down, shaking my head. “So…” I look up at her. “Would it be Ok if I stayed another night?” I can’t help but laugh.

“Of course… I mean I’d really like that.” I gaze at her naked body, anticipating more sex with her. I mean I assume she wants that. Then a thought strikes me. “Can I ask you something?” She nods. “I mean, last night… Why didn’t you… I mean… Why didn’t you want to sleep with me?” I’m flailing, but she smiles at me and comes and sits opposite me on the floor.

“I wanted to…” she says with a little smile. “I liked you when I first saw you up in Edinburgh, and I hoped that if I came down here something might happen.” She pauses, and I remind myself that girls like sex too. “But you had seemed totally fixated on Lizzie when we met, hardly seemed to notice me so I didn’t really think you were interested in me.” She looks down and I feel shitty.

“Anyway you were hammered last night, and I didn’t want to accept a drunken pass. Just be another one of your conquests. That didn’t interest me at all.” She says it matter of factly and once again I feel my face flush hot with embarrassment. She laughs lightly. “It’s Ok” she says “but even if I had, sex would have been wasted on you and probably pointless for me. I’d probably have had a better time masturbating,” she pauses, looking at me then grins. “But without the benefit of your face in my ass.” Well, that told me, didn’t it. She laughs again seeing the look on my face and leans forward and kisses me on the lips.

“Don’t worry” she says. “I’m here now aren’t I, and I’d say that this morning qualified as pretty good fun, wouldn’t you?” I look at her and nod my head. “Anyway, if you want to have vanilla sex tonight, then we can do that.” She pauses, looking at me. “Of course, we can always continue what we started this morning… Like I said, I think you’ll make a great sub, and there’s all sorts of other things I’d like to try out on you.” And she laughs.

And to my surprise, despite a real feeling of disquiet at what ‘other things’ might entail, I think I might prefer that too…

[Whispering Dom]

Well, that's it for that story... I did say it was a short one.

That said, I do kind of like the two characters in it, and I do have some potential ideas for a sequel, so I'll see how they pan out, and maybe we'll see more of Pete and Julie somewhere down the road.

[Sydney_sub]

Great story, thanks a tonne for sharing it. Looking forward to Pete and Julie appearing again some time.

[m55uk4younger]

So much in three short parts, thank you, nice climax to if I may say so but I hope there is more to cum!
I am sure you could write more about both players as they explore both their fantasies and kinks, I for one want to read more and I guess others would love to also, the dynamic is good the humiliation and control too, just the start, not the end of their kinky relationship.

m55.

[Whispering Dom]

Thanks for the posts, as always, nice to know that people have enjoyed the story. Much appreciated.

Will work on a part two, I think there are possibilities to make something fun and interesting.