Switches 2
Chase Turns Things Around
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Brigid was getting ready for her playdate with Chase. Standing naked in her dressing room, and looking in her three-way mirror, she cupped her breasts.
Not bad for forty-five. Tits sag a little, but the shelf bra will take care of that. Still a nice handful. She turned and looked back over her shoulder. Her glutes were
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till tight and toned. All those pliés at the barre played off, oh yeah, and the tennis helped.
Thinking back to her previous playdate with Chase, she remembered how playing with him got her so aroused. Not just because he was good looking, smart, not to mention rich, but because of the powerful chemistry between them. That last scene when she had him strapped to the spanking bench, she had paddled him hard, then fucked his ass with her ginormous strap-on and then paddled him some more. Looking at his reddened ass cheeks left her feeling powerful and so turned on she felt like she was on fire.
The fact that he took it without a whimper and even moaned with pleasure as she pegged him, had her thinking that there might be a deeper connection between the two of them. As he began to push back into her, she grabbed the strap around his waist and pounded him harder and faster. He cried out, "Give it to me." And she felt the energy from her toes to her head, her body was on fire, and she came with an earth-shaking orgasm.
After she orgasmed, she had taken the cane to him and laid stripes down his tight and toned butt. Seeing those stripes was like adding gas to the fire of her arousal, and she had to peg him once again. This time she got the whole two-and-a-half-inch wide section of her dildo past his anal sphincter. He cried out and pushed back into her.
Brigid had another massive orgasm that left her lying on his back while he was still strapped to the bench. Chase had some kind of sexual release, but she knew it wasn't a normal orgasm. She thought she could help him out by massaging his prostate to milk him, and that's when things went south.
She worked her hand into his anus, having had her foot in there earlier in the scene, and began to milk his prostate. He shouted for her to stop because he didn't want to lose the energy of the retained semen. She released him and took him into after care. When he could talk to her, he told her why he was upset that she milked his prostate.
Chase reminded her he specifically did not want an ejaculation. She let that stipulation slip her mind and only wanted to do something nice for him. Chase felt she had broken his trust and violated one of his hard limits.
He told her he very much enjoyed everything they had done up to that point. He also said he felt a powerful attraction to her, but some kind of amends would be required to restore equanimity.
So, here she was, getting dressed to go to Chase's house to scene with him and make those amends. Chase was the first man she had been with since her husband died five years earlier. She had sexually dominated her late husband, Mark. He had taught her all the things she could do to him using the sensory input of BDSM. She had loved him deeply, and his death left her feeling empty and alone.
Only the few friends she had made in her relationship with Mark were there to support her in her grief. She hadn't felt like being with anyone else until recently, when her closest of those friends, Jennifer and Jim, invited her to a small play party where she met Chase.
Chase and Brigid talked several times during the week after that party, discussing everything from art, to sports they liked, and discovered that they both played tennis. They even talked about spiritual practices. They both did some form of meditation. He brought up Tantra. He had studied it, but she only knew a little about it. All of this led her to feel there was a possibility of a deeper kind of relationship, but she was not ready for any kind of commitment.
Being with a different man, much less sexually submitting to a man, felt foreign to her and made her apprehensive. She was having second thoughts about whether she could go through with it. Mustering up her courage, she put on her dress, grabbed her purse, and got on the way to her next adventure.
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When she arrived at Chase's Encino home, she looked hot, and it was hot in the San Fernando Valley. There was a curved walk that led to the front door and the hedge concealed the door from the street. Standing at the door, and even though no one could see her, she felt fearful. She was in unknown territory here and felt stressed.
God, woman, get a grip. Push the freakin' doorbell.
He met her at the door wearing skin-tight, black chamois pants, with a leather cod piece covering his genitals. A form fitting sword fighter shirt with puffy sleeves and a wide leather belt with a red deerskin flogger hanging from it, and knee-high boots completed his costume.
Chase took one look at her and could see how tense she was. "You look so beautiful, but very uncomfortable. Come in and tell me what's going on."
Brigid stepped inside, and when Chase took her hand, he could feel her trembling.
"It's just that I've never let a man take control of me like this and I'm so nervous."
He put his arm around her and said, "Let's have a cup of coffee and talk. Don't worry. I've got this. I don't want to do anything that will scare you."
In his modern designer kitchen with all the high-end appliances and all the gear a top chef could want, they settled on the upholstered bar stools at the kitchen counter. "Coffee or espresso? He asked.
"Can you fix an Irish coffee?" Brigid wanted to know.
"Sure. But I don't have Irish whiskey, is bourbon, okay?"
"That would be great."
He poured the coffee and asked, "Cream and maple syrup?"
"Yes and yes."
As they sipped their drinks, Brigid said, "The maple syrup really softens the bite of the bourbon. Thanks for being so accommodating. I appreciate it."
"I'm glad I could indulge. I love doing nice things for you, and I have some really nice things in mind for later. So, please tell me what's making you so anxious?"
"I've never been restrained or had a man beat me or spank me, and I'm afraid that I won't like it."
"If there is anything you don't like, we'll stop immediately. No question." Chase said. "You don't need a safeword, just tell me to stop and I will immediately stop."
Brigid sipped her coffee and said, "I'm also afraid that I won't be able to relax enough for me to enjoy it, much less have you enjoy it. I know I said I could do it and I want to please you, but I'm afraid to fail."
"Listen, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. I care about you and promise not to hurt you. We can stop and talk about it anytime you want. You can't fail at this."
"It's just because I'm afraid of the unknown.
"I've got you. I'll take care of you every step of the way... Feel better?"
"Maybe."
"Let me show you my fungeon and see if that makes you a little more comfortable."
He took her hand and led her out the double doors to the patio and then down a covered walkway to a small building. "I originally permitted this as an accessory dwelling unit, but now I use it as my playroom and sometimes as a guest house."
He led her inside, and they stopped just inside the door. She scanned the room and saw a beamed ceiling with hooks, a red post, a spanking bench, a king-sized bed, and a massage table. Her eyes stopped at a contraption on the wall.
"What is that?" she asked.
"That is the magical orgasm chair. I'll show it to you soon. But first, I want to show you the red pillar of pleasure. Come over here and give it a hug."
Brigid walked up to the red pillar, which was about eight inches in diameter, and put her hands on it. "Oooh. It's soft. Is this leather?"
"Yes, and it's padded so you can really embrace it. Go on. Give it a hug."
She wrapped her arms around the pillar and pressed into it. The next thing she knew, she was grinding her pelvis into it.
"This thing is seductive. It feels so good."
"That's the idea. I'll help you off with that dress and we can get this party started."
She steps back and says, "Not so fast, big boy. I want to know what you're going to do here. Are you going to whip me on this thing?"
"Absolutely." Chase picked up a deer skin flogger and smacked it across his palm. "It sounds scary, but it feels like you're getting a massage."
He handed the flogger to her and said, "Try it."
Brigid mimicked his action and struck the flogger across her palm. "It sounds wicked, but there's no pain to it."
"Right. Can we lose the dress now?"
She shrugged her shoulders, untied the wrap-around dress, and let it fall to the floor. Chase sucked in his breath as he saw her beautiful breasts pushed up and out of the shelf bra. Her nipples were hard and swollen. He looked down at her flat tummy, to the toned thighs encased in thigh high stockings and come-fuck-me shoes. Her pubes were hairless except for a quarter size patch of hair at the top of her slit.
"Is there a reason you have that little patch of hair just above your pussy?"
"Yes. when you pull on that little patch of hair, it pulls the hood off my clit, so you can lick directly on the glans, the most sensitive part."
"That's genius. I'll be sure to give that a try. God Brigid, you are so sexy. I want to devour you right now."
"That's okay with me."
"I think I'd like to see you totally naked. Come over here." He took her hand and led her over to the bed that was covered with a fitted black satin sheet and had two ivory colored silk pillows.
"That's a lovely-looking bed. What are you going to do with me here?"
Maybe he just wants to fuck me. I'm confused.
"First, I'm going to take off your bra, garter belt, shoes, and stockings. Then I'm going to put these nicely padded leather cuffs on your wrists and ankles and I'm going to fasten you face down on that bed and give you a massage."
I can live with that. Bring it on.
