The flickering flames of candles gave the red walls a softer burgundy hue. Margarite, the hostess, was lighting the final wicks while her guests rearranged the room in preparation for their evening. The one-room guesthouse where they would be performing their improvisational drama tonight was furnished minimally, a low chest of drawers and a futon being the only substantial pieces. A thick rug and floor cushions completed the décor.
Elizabeth was uncharacteristically quiet as she carefully set their drinks on a small table near the wall. She wondered what Jon was expecting tonight, and whether she and Margarite would surprise him. Not that they were likely to do anything truly "new" to him, she realized. Jon had been an actor in a variety of roles long before Elizabeth had met him. However, their scenes together had all been played with her in the submissive role. She did not intend to take that role tonight.
The time that had led to this pending performance began some months earlier. Elizabeth had met her companions, separately, during the previous year. Jon had intrigued her before she ever met the man himself. A man she was dating mentioned Jon's name one night in casual conversation and she remembered it months later, when they met at a social event. It was an entirely casual and forgettable introduction, but she remembered it. Later, Elizabeth would confirm her assumption that he had forgotten meeting her entirely.
Over a period of months, they had talked online for hours, gotten together socially several times, and he had introduced her to the fiery pleasures of the cane, among other intense BDSM and sexual activities. At one time, her heart's desire was to be his submissive. However, she knew she was merely one of many short-term diversions for him, and her romantic illusions were abandoned with minimal emotional trauma. She smiled inwardly as an old country song played in her mind, "…it ain't love, but it's not bad….".
Margarite was an online conversation which became a local friendship. She was a decade younger than Jon and Elizabeth, a small-town Southern girl gone expatriate years earlier. A few years before she met Elizabeth, Margarite had returned to her native Georgia with a British accent and a dual citizenship. She also had an abiding love for sexually dominating men, and her natural red hair and European flair made her have no shortage of aspiring male submissives.
Elizabeth had, in some ways, been surprisingly typical in her power exchange fascination. It began when she was quite a young child, and continued to be her primary form of sexual fantasy. In her late teens and early twenties, she was what she now called "a sexual adventurer". She had tried some variations on the theme of male/female one-on-one sex, but ultimately found it unfulfilling, a momentary entertainment at best, and she wanted more.
When she tried acting on some of her masochistic fantasies with her former husband, the short-term pleasure was followed by a feeling of unease. He seemed mildly amused by her kinkiness, but she never felt like he was truly into it in the way she was. After the first months together, she returned her fantasies to what she believed was their rightful place, her mind. She read the "standards" of S&M erotica, and fantasized about finding a man with similar inclinations. In the past two years, she had learned that not only was she not alone in her attraction to a submissive sexual role, but that there were wonderful ways to experience either side of the fantasy in real life.
In the BDSM social world she found that the risks involved were minimized, and there was no danger of being disparaged or condemned for one's kinky desires. People she liked and respected enjoyed their sex of the psyche at parties and in private. They spoke openly with their like-minded friends about the physical and psychological aspects of bondage and other delights. Tonight she was going to take a new risk with Jon, but not as his submissive.
The stage had been set for tonight over a week ago. Jon asked Elizabeth for her ideas in a story of 5 hours spent with Margarite. Beyond that, he gave no restrictions, directions or requirements, other than that she share her thoughts and ideas about the possibilities. After the story was complete, they began making plans to enact it with their friend, who was more than happy to oblige.
All minor tasks complete, the players turned their attention to each other. The two women stood side by side in front of Jon. To Elizabeth's relief, Margarite began with the instruction, "Kneel" Jon complied in silence. "We are going to go over some rules before we begin tonight. From now on, you will do what I tell you to do. Are you prepared to obey me as your Mistress during this scene?" she asked.
"Yes, I am prepared to do that, Ma'am", he replied, with a hint of a smile.
"And further, I instruct you to comply with Lady Elizabeth's wishes, as well. For the duration of our scene, she will be referred to by you as 'Mistress'. Will you also do that?"
"Yes, I will, Ma'am" he replied, with only a slight hesitation. Elizabeth let out a long breath of relief upon hearing his answer. She knew this was not something he was accustomed to doing; bottoming to a partner he had Topped previously, any more than she was accustomed to taking the dominant role. She also knew that she wanted to set aside her submissive response to him, at least this one time. As much as she had enjoyed their scenes together in the past, she felt the need to take back some of the power she had been so anxious to give to him.
Margarite glanced at Elizabeth, as if giving her the signal to begin. "Rise", Elizabeth said, "and strip". Jon rose from his knees, and removed his shirt. Margarite reached into the front pocket of her tight black jeans, and removed a set of tweezer clamps, joined by a thin silver chain. "Stop", Elizabeth said to Jon, as she extended her hand to receive the small instruments of torment. He laid his shirt on top of the chest of drawers and paused, waiting for the obvious.
Elizabeth took a step toward him, and pinched his right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled it toward her and attached one of the clamps, sliding down the ring which tightened the metal fingers' grip. Jon let a low moan escape as the clamp bit into the dark pink of his erect nipple. She repeated the process with the other side, and took a step back to admire the beginning of her evening's work. The silver chain hung in a graceful U across his broad chest. "Continue", she said, and he removed his shoes, socks and jeans, adding them to the shirt on the chest of drawers. "Everything off", Margarite ordered, and his black briefs joined the pile of clothing.
Both women had seen him naked before, but only Elizabeth had been sexual with him. Although none of the three were overly enamored of the monogamous way of life, they were also not interested in casual sex, or "sport-fucking", as a friend of Elizabeth's referred to it. At this early stage of their time together, none of them could be sure of what role actual sex would play in the scene tonight.
"Kneel," Margarite said for the second time, and, again, Jon complied immediately. "Hands on the floor in front of you", the Domme continued, as she bent over to open her toy bag which sat near Jon's recently discarded clothes. The man was on all fours now, the chain across his chest swinging slightly, only inches above the floor. Margarite approached him with two wide fabric strips which reminded Elizabeth of luggage belts used to identify one's baggage quickly on the conveyor belt at the airport. "Head down, and rest your cheek on the floor. It is time for us to begin."
As with his other orders, the man did as he was told. Margarite inclined her head at Elizabeth, signaling her to lend assistance to the upcoming bondage. Elizabeth moved next to Margarite, who was directly behind Jon's upraised butt.
"Put your arms on the floor, with your hands near your ankles. Now, spread your knees more, good" the Domme continued, while handing one of the strips to the other woman. Following her companion's lead, Elizabeth bound John's wrists to his ankles, making a figure-8, then wrapping it twice around the outside of his ankles and wrist and securing the ends. So long as he remained upright in this twisted version of a triangular package, he was not likely to be able to escape. All three players were quite sure he would not try. The women rose from the floor and admired their work together. The thrill of having a strong and normally Dominant male in such a position was exhilarating . There could be no doubt who was in control now.
Elizabeth leaned down to run her hands over the firm contours of her lover's upturned ass. She loved the way his body felt to her touch. "Now, my SlutSir, I am going to spank this gorgeous ass", she said.
"Yes, Mistress", Jon replied with just a hint of a suppressed chuckle at this bizarre turn of events between them.
Although she was well aware of the humor of having switched roles with the Dominant she responded to so intensely, she did not intend to let his submission to her become a joke. She began the spanking with a light, slow slap of her palm on his increasingly warm flesh. Each strike became slightly harder, until the red-pink glow started to appear. She stopped for a moment to rub both hands lightly over her twin targets, then began anew, harder, stinging her hand as well as his backside.
"Are you having fun yet?", Margarite inquired of their bound charge while lowering herself onto a cushion she had placed near his head. She had moved the toy bag to the floor next to her, and was looking for something within it's dark interior as she spoke.
