The Switch

There she is, standing motionless like a silhouette in the darkness. She came back. She really came back to him. He hesitates for a moment, making sure it’s real this time. He cannot handle another mind trick – he needs this to be real. His body responds instantaneously to her sight. He moves forward, soaking in her presence like the sun.

There she is, a truly captivating and lustrous vision that is both enigmatic and erotic. An unearthly vision, which remained imprinted in his mind ever since the last time he was graced with her presence. Her hair is the color of pure darkness and her enormous light blue eyes, outlined in black, are the true windows leading into her soul. The color is striking enough to make you stop and stare, and powerful enough to put you under her spell. She is wearing a long sleeveless sheer black nightgown, which leaves very little to the imagination but is still ever so sexy. Her breasts dominate his sight. They are full and pushed together creating a fair amount of cleavage. Through the thin fabric he can see shadows of her areolas. He shivers in anticipation.

Her hand holds the infamous leather whip. A familiar accessory he knows only too well. Cringing for a moment, he recalls their last encounter. The crack of the whip. The pain. The pleasure. The scars. Now, as she flashes him that seductive smile he can do nothing but stand there in awe of this magnificent sight.

There she is, like a prize-winning snapshot capturing the true essence of beauty. He needs to touch her and feel the warmth of her body once again. He is more than ready to experience the torture that comes with loving her. He is willing and able to give her whatever she needs and she knows it. She always knows how to make it hurt so good.

"Thomas" she whispers, "I've been waiting for you."

He moves a little closer like a frightened child, and awaits her instructions. He’s shaking. He’s hard. He wants to put his hands upon her, around her throat, inside her wetness. He wants to serve her and fulfill her every desire. Most of all, he wants to be inside her darkness, the only place he has ever truly called home.

She brings a hand to her breasts and playfully caresses them. She slowly sways back and forth, tantalizing him with the sultry and seductive movements of her sexy body. He can practically see all of her through the nightgown. Her eyes remain focused on his. She makes sure that his only purpose for living is to watch her. And want her. And need her. The smack of the whip against the wall gets his attention. The sound reverberates causing him to shudder. Thomas can hardly wait to feel the leather slashing his buttocks, his thighs – he’ll leave that entirely up to her.

She points to the chair facing the bed and says, “I want you to take your clothes off and sit down.”

Thomas does this quickly and quietly. His brown hair, which normally fell past his shoulders, is tied back. His body is well-toned and although many muscles show, he’s not overly muscular. What’s ever so captivating about him is his smile. His whole face lights up when he smiles. It’s quite beautiful to watch. His dark brown inquisitive eyes are that of a child, but then can change quickly to that of a man’s when desire pours out of them.

Once in the chair she simply nods in approval. Thomas secretly hopes she will give him permission to wander through her darkness and give her pleasure tonight. It’s been too long since he last touched her. Instead, she takes control by picking up a leather strap from the bed and tying his wrists tightly together behind his back. She takes the whip and gently teases his body with it. It falls across his shoulders, his stomach, and his legs. She makes sure it grazes his cock. Being this close to her, smelling the scent of chamomile in her hair is driving him crazy. It’s almost too much for him to bear.

“You are beautifully hard tonight Thomas. I am very impressed.” She bends down and whispers in his ear, “I want you to watch me but you must stay absolutely silent. Not a word out of you. Is that understood?”

Thomas nods yes.

She knows what’s about to come next and smiles in satisfaction. The wetness and the wanting between her legs is distracting, weakening her will just a little. But she’s not quite ready to lose control. Let him suffer a little. Let him squirm. Let him burn with desire for her. Turning on the music, she starts to move, first circling around him so he can look at her from every angle. With eyes closed, her body moves to the music and she begins to dance.

As her hips gently sway, as her hands run through her long hair, Thomas is completely transfixed on the beauty before him. She lifts up the nightgown and reveals her darkness to him. She is not wearing any panties. She moves closer to him, so close that he can see the thin trail of hair running down the outer lips of her pussy. So close that he can smell her. He watches, completely enthralled as she takes the whip and puts it in between her legs. She holds on to either side and slowly moves the whip making sure it gently rubs against her clit.

In a raspy seductive voice she says, “Feels so good. I am dripping wet.” She continues to move her body to the rhythm of the music as the friction of the whip further teases.

Thomas is painfully aware of his cock, now harder than he ever thought possible. Unable to stay quiet any longer he blurts out, "Fuck Miranda, I want you."

She would make him pay for that but he didn’t care.

Miranda drops the whip and lets her gown fall to the floor. She grabs hold of his chin in her hand. She looks into his eyes affectionately and then strokes his cheek. With stern yet loving hands she forcefully pulls on his hair and his head tilts back. He winces in pain. Miranda smiles.

"I told you Thomas, you may speak only when spoken to. Is that understood?" She is angry now.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Yes what?" Miranda asks, her tone growing more defiant.

"Yes, Princess"

"That's better."

She then retrieves the whip and stands in front of him. She looks like a goddess in all her blackened and sadistic glory. She raises the whip and then it comes crashing down hard. Twice against his left thigh. Twice against his right thigh. She pauses for a moment, drinking in his pain. Then, for the finale, she whips his cock. Thomas cries out in pain as pre cum oozes out. It’s throbbing now. He wants more. No. He needs more.

Miranda knows Thomas only too well and as she raises the whip once more Thomas gives her a knowing smile of surrender. The whip comes crashing down on his cock again. And then again. She can see the tears welling in his eyes and that only further motivates her. She whips his cock again and then for the grand finale, the whip slashes across his chest.

Thomas is trying to catch his breath as the tears freely fall. The pain is burning. His cock is on fire but he has never felt freer or more alive than he does at this very moment. He watches Miranda as she is relentless and won’t stop taunting him.

Moving her hips from side to side she flirtatiously reaches for the straps of her gown and pushes them off her shoulders. Little by little she pulls down the gown; first exposing her breasts, then her stomach, then her pussy, and then her long slender legs. When it falls to the floor she steps out of the circle of blackness and stands there in admirable femininity, like an exotic flower at its pinnacle of existence. Miranda takes her hand and begins to touch what lay beneath the dark curls. A moan escapes her lips. She walks back to him and puts her fingers on his lips. Fervently Thomas sucks them. She tastes so fucking good.

As the tempo of the music quickens so do the thrusts she makes with her body. Lowering herself to the floor she humps it as if she were with an imaginary lover. She rolls on her back as her fingers pinch and tease hardened nipples. He could see her cunt from here. The lips are beautifully flushed and flaming. He wants to put his face into the velvety folds of her darkness and ravish her until she comes.

As if reading his mind Miranda turns back on to her stomach and stares at him. She looked like a panther about to attack. On all fours she slowly crawls to him. When she reaches him, hands travel from his feet, up his calves, and then to his thighs, which are still burning from the whip – all the way up to his cock. She stops there momentarily.

“Tell me!” She commands.

“I want you Princess.”

Lovingly she strokes his cock. “Good boy.”

She flashes him a sexy smile that melts his heart. While still stroking his cock she says, “And what exactly do you want to do to me Thomas?”

“If I may be so blunt Princess.”

“You may.”

“I want to first eat your pussy until you come all over my face, and then...” his words simply stop.

“And then what?” she asks, now sitting on his lap. “Then what?”

Thomas’ head is spinning. His legs are still feeling the after affects of the whipping. The weight of her body is re-aggravating the wounds. Thankfully he is distracted by the sultry wetness from her hot pussy. He can feel it smearing on his legs. He tries his best to stay focused.

“Thomas, then what?”

“Then I want to fuck you.”

“Well, how about this? How about I fuck you right here, right now and then after I come you can lick me dry.” She puts her arms around him and continues, “Would you like to do that Thomas?”

Without waiting for an answer she faces him, lifts her body and then slides down onto his cock. Her cunt lips wrap tightly around him. She rests her feet on the side legs of the chair and begins to fuck him, like the whore that she is. Miranda kisses him deeply opening his mouth to her. With her hands resting on his shoulders she gives him the ride of his life. She reaches around and releases the ties that bind him.

“Take me,” she begs. “Take me now!”

That’s his cue. He knows what to do.

Rising from the chair with his cock still inside her Thomas wants nothing more but to empty himself into her but fights the urge. As he pulls her off of him he feels a little betrayed as the warmth around his cock is now gone. Pushing her hard against the wall Thomas positions her the way a cop would when frisking a thief. He cups her breasts from behind and squeezes hard on her hard nipples pushing his cock into her ass.

“Bend down to the ground and keep your legs straight,” he commands. He notices her body is shaking slightly yet she doesn’t move.

“I said bend down bitch!” He pushes out her hips with his hands and then Thomas spanks her ass, remembering how good it feels. He smacks her again and again, feeling her cheeks get hotter and hotter. With each blow she screams bloody murder, caught between the fine line of pleasure and pain.

Thomas can feel how wet and ready she is. He still wants nothing more than to bury his face in her cunt and have her come all over him. But he cannot help himself as his hand crashes down again and then again on her red hot ass.

With her face still pressed hard against the wall the sweat is pouring off his brow, he says in a voice not his own, “Are you going to stop being a bad girl and bend down for me or do I have to punish you some more?”

Whimpering she whispers, “No, no more, please.”

“Tell me you want it bitch.” It feels good to have the upper hand now.

Miranda remains silent.

He takes a clump of her hair in his hand and yanks her head back. She lets out a frightened gasp. Again he says, “Tell me you want it bitch.”

“I…” She swallows hard, “I want it.”

“And what is it that you want?” Thomas is so excited right now. He is breathing hard into her ear. His heart is racing.

Disobediently she mimics him. “And what is it that you want?”

Enraged, Thomas turns her around and slaps her hard in the face. He sees the tears. He hears the whimper. “How dare you disrespect me like that. He puts his finger under her chin and lifts her face the way a father might do a child. “Looks like you need an attitude adjustment. Wait here and do not move.”

He quickly goes to the bedside table and opens one of the drawers. He takes out a wooden paddle and returns back to an obedient Miranda.

“Lean on the wall with your hands and stick your ass out.”

Reluctantly Miranda does what he asks, mumbling something under her breath.

“Oh my dear, you are going to pay for that.”

Thomas takes the paddle and begins to spank her hard and continuously. “You’ve been a bad bad girl Miranda.”

Each blow is harder than the next. He watches as her whole body begins to tremble. Tiny red welts are forming on her butt cheeks. He does this at least a dozen more times. He can hear her screaming and crying out. He is relentless with each stroke.

Miranda then turns around and gets down on her knees. She is sobbing uncontrollably. She holds onto his legs and begs for mercy.

“Please. Please stop. I’ve been a bad girl and I deserved that. But please…”

Thomas is deaf to hear pleas. “Get up bitch. I’m not finished with you yet.”

He pulls her up by her hair and yells, “Now bend down to the ground keeping your legs unbent.”

Miranda complies and Thomas is still boiling with rage.

Entering her from behind Thomas is once again enveloped in her warmth. Now, half insane, he mercilessly fucks her. Her screams only make him more determined and he fucks her harder until he feels her inner walls tighten and tremble. He fucks her until her insides are sore. He is lost in the symphony of her screams as she is guided by the carnal noises coming from the depths of his desire. Still he does not come.

Through her addictive moans he can hear her crying softly. Thomas releases her, and again feels betrayed as the warmth around his cock is now gone. He feels utterly empty. Miranda looks into his eyes, now that of a scared little girl and says, “I’m sorry I was bad Thomas.”

At that moment her whole demeanor changes. The control and the confidence is gone. Her body language is no longer radiating that assertiveness and strength. No. She’s almost cowering right before his very eyes. Her features are now softer, daintier, and Thomas realizes the roles have indeed switched.

“May I speak Thomas?”

“Yes. Go ahead.”

Miranda blinks back the tears. He tries not to get lost in her eyes, even now. She says, “I promise to be a good girl. I promise to do whatever you want.”

Thomas’ head is spinning. Is it even possible that she could look more beautiful? The tone of her voice right now, soft and deferential, is cutting straight to his heart. Sounding like she does right now, not demanding, but submissive is making him weak.

“Say it again,” he demands.

“I promise to be a good girl. Your good girl. Please, don’t punish me anymore.”

Thomas is so aroused he cannot think straight. When she talks to him like that it drives him crazy. He takes her hand and leads her to the bed. He lays her down on her belly and whispers, “I’ll be right back. Just rest.” He goes into the bathroom and grabs a big bowl and fills it up with cold water. He takes a washcloth from the towel rack and returns to her side.

Her cheeks are flaming red. The welts have begun to swell. He dips the washcloth into the water and then ever so gently places it on her bottom. Miranda winces in pain but the cold water is soothing. Thomas does this several times and then once finished, he brings his lips to each cheek and showers them with soft, loving kisses. When he’s done he tenderly turns her over onto her back and once again Miranda flinches in pain.

He pulls a few wet sweaty strands of hair away from her eyes. Those amazing blue eyes. Even now when he is in control she still controls his heart. “You’ve been such a good girl, and you know how much I adore good girls.” He slowly inches himself down and then pushes apart her legs, lowering his face to her pussy. He breathes in deep. “You smell absolutely exquisite.” He then spreads her lips and her clit is swollen and full. Thomas starts licking her pussy. Long, wet upward licks. He then teases her clit with the tip of his tongue watching Miranda’s hips lift and thrust off the bed. Thomas is breathless as her little gasps send shivers down his cock. He is so hard right now. Her moans are so enticing. Her breath. Her panting. Then she starts to come and it’s like beautiful music to his ears. Her taste and her smell is like heroin pumping through his veins. He is so high on her right now. He wants to feel that warmth again. He needs to be inside her.

His hands are trembling as he guides his cock into her. Her cunt lips are begging to be opened by him. They are slowly and lovingly rocking together, kissing deeply with no physical urgency for release but an emotional urgency to connect. Together their spirits begin to dance a dance of intimacy and understanding. For Thomas her tiny moans are like angels singing and for Miranda she can feel their souls colliding. No longer submitting or commanding they switch again molding together in perfect unity.