Schiava Switches

Chamber 3 was arranged like a surgical theater with the dais centered under bright lights and a bondage rack in the center. The sideboard had a dizzying array of accessories any Master might need to properly restrain and punish their Slave.

The audience consisted of Victor's peers in the BDSM world. All were impressed with Victor's new girl, Sam. Her performances both alone and as Victor's Schiava were inspired orgasm inducing adventures.

It had been Victor who suggested the role reversal; he was as eager as his peers to discover her potential. The audience had agreed and their roles were reversed.

Schiava looks at Master, her outstretched arm and hand indicating the rack.

The tables have turned. This time, Schiava knows what is to come, it is Master who will be uncertain and apprehensive. The raw sexuality between them was palpable and electric.

Chamber 3 is where Victor would meet Mistress Samantha.

The audience was enthralled. It was unheard of, taboo, for a slave of any caliber to rack her Master in any Chamber, much less Chamber 3.

Samantha was well aware of the significance of this turn of events. She was determined to prove her worthiness as their peer. She watched Master shed his robe and lie down.

She stood with her hands on her hips, wearing a black collar and a wisp of a sheer black dress, with her suspender belt and fishnet stockings and heels. In spite of her petite stature, she was an imposing figure.

Her long blonde hair and alabaster skin in stark contrast to her jet-black outfit and black stilettos. She was striking a pose for the audience and they were eating it up.

Samantha put her hands behind her back and walked around the rack as if inspecting Master. She stopped and secured his feet in the restraints at the foot and walked to the head where she secured his hands. She smiled at him and cinched him down tight. As Victor smiled back, Samanatha placed a blindfold on his eyes.

Samantha was enthralling her audience, who eagerly awaited her every move as she secured his body to the rack with a wide leather belt. She watched Master's face when she yanked it tight with all her strength, eliciting a loud grunt from Master and a gasp from the crowd. A little smile crossed her face as she walked around to the sideboard.

Master was a big man. His nipples were hard and his thick cock was standing at attention. She selected a large pair of stainless-steel alligator clips, each connected by chain to the stainless-steel ring connecting the pair.

She laid them on his barrel chest and selected a length of saddle string and laid it on his belly. Samantha was impressed by the quality and selection of accoutrements. Her final selection was a sixty-centimeter black leather Stallion riding crop, the extra-long leather slapper it's finest feature.

Samantha put her hands behind her back and walked around the rack for another inspection of Master. Both Master and the audience were breathless with anticipation. Samantha would elevate the sexual tension by introducing sexual frustration and orgasm denial to them all.

She laid the crop on his body and made her final adjustment. She secured his left knee and walked around the table to secure his right. She pulled the restraints tight, spreading both knees so his scrotum and anus were clearly visible.

Master's cock was hard as steel now, standing ten inches tall. She used the saddle string to tie his balls tightly in an intricate leather web, leaving a tail long enough to reach his chest. His cock and balls looked like a dog on a leash, tugging on the saddle string with every twitch and throb of his heavy penis.

Samantha picked up the alligator clips, clipping one to each nipple, tying the saddle string tail to the ring. Master moaned as each clip was applied ever so slowly, his cock getting even harder with each clip.

She adjusted the tension so every time Master's cock twitched and bobbed, it caused the clips to bite harder into his teats. She tugged the chain hard and Master groaned. She picked up the crop and stood next to him, showing off her handiwork to the audience.

Samantha stood facing Master, her back to the crowd and her feet apart, the hem of her tiny dress just revealed the cheeks of her shapely ass; her suspender belt and fishnet stockings accentuated her shapely legs. Her stilettos enhanced her authoritarian air.

She held the crop behind her back in the left hand and held the tip with her right. She brought the crop to Master's throbbing cock and touched the tip against the head. His cock reacted by throbbing and waving around tugging on the clips on his nipples.

Master was moaning again and Samantha was getting tired of his complaining. She stepped quickly to the sideboard and selected something for Master. She went to him and strapped the ball gag around his head and into his mouth.

"That should stop your whining, slave."

Master said, "Mmmph. Mmmph."

Samantha smiled.

A sharp "Slap!" of Samantha's leather stallion crop stung master's thick shaft. It bobbed and waved, tugging against the clips on his nipples.

"Mmmmmph!" screamed Master.

Another "Slap!" and more pain, Master moaning into his ball gag, tears and drool running down his face and pre-cum leaking from his tiny slit down his cock to pool on his belly.

"Mmmmmph!"

Another "Slap!" this time the crop landed directly on Master's meaty scrotum eliciting a muffled scream, his nipples beginning to bleed with the constant random tugging of the string on the clips.

"Mmmmmph!"

His breathing was ragged and she let him rest for the next round.

Samantha selected additional items from the side board and laid them on Master's belly. She walked to stand between his legs and picked up the lube. She rubbed it all over her hands, picked up the long leather dildo and lubed it up too.

She strapped the belt around her body and poured lube all over his balls where it ran down the crack of his ass. She started rubbing it all over his balls and his anus, fingering his ass to warm it up for her black leather strap-on dildo.

Samanatha was going to violently peg Master's virgin ass.

The leather dildo was 12 inches long with a shorter shaft at her end. She pushed the dildo slowly into Master's virgin ass. He was moaning against the ball gag again as Samantha picked up the pace.

She began sliding the long cock all the way in his tight hole and all the way back out. She was not being gentle, instead violently fucking his tight ass deep and hard.

She stopped long enough to fasten the cock to her belt and started pounding his ass harder than ever, giving her own hole a good pounding as well. Mistress Samantha and her slave moaned at once as she started pounding his tight ass.

Master's cock was bouncing back and forth in time with her thrusts, tugging on the clips providing a continuous stream of pain from his bleeding nipples. His cock was growing and twitching and she knew he was close. She removed the faux cock from her belt and lodged it deep inside his rectum. He was moaning like a bitch in heat just as she expected.

Samantha leaned over and positioned her sexy, open mouth around the head of Master's cock, never allowing contact with her moist full lips. He could feel the heat of her breath on the tip of his cock.

She teased him for several minutes, breathing her hot breath on him. She tortured him with anticipation and frustration, causing him to hump his pelvis up and down as if trying to fuck her mouth.

Samantha stood and laughed. She spoke to Master in a voice that all could hear.

She said, "Do you think Mistress Samantha will allow you to put that pathetic, dirty thing into her pretty mouth, slave?"

Master said, "Mmmmphf!"

She could hear whispers and murmurs from the crowd, "Mistress Samantha". They were tense, excited and aroused, hanging on her every word and movement.

"You must beg for it, slave!" she said as she brought the crop down on his balls with a hard "Slap!"

He screamed into the ball gag, "Mmmmmm!"

"Louder slave! Beg louder so all can hear!" She landed the crop on his balls again, harder this time, once again the crop landed, "Slap!"

"Mmmmmmm!" and then he was whimpering and moaning.

Master's cock was long and thick leaking precum and twitching. The anticipation of release, the frustration of its denial created an air of suspense that could be cut with a knife. Master didn't know what was next, pain or pleasure.

The crowd was clearly enraptured with the scene, many of them near release themselves.

Samantha resumed her torture, leaned over and positioned her sexy, open mouth around the head of Master's cock. She blew hot moist breath on him and moved quickly out of the way.

Master groaned and shot a massive rope of cum ten feet straight up in the air. The crowd said, "Oh!" and she could hear them gasp and moan with their own orgasms.

Samantha quickly wrapped her lips around his pulsating member as the cumshot landed on Master's face. She worked the dildo around, stirring his insides with her leather cock as she took the rest of his load down her throat. Her throat worked overtime as she swallowed as fast as she could.

She saved some in her mouth and went around to see master. She removed his blindfold and ball-gag and gave him a big, sloppy-wet cum kiss. Master groaned as he tasted his seed on her tongue and the crowd groaned along with him.

She finished her cum kiss, then gave Master a regular kiss. Sam wanted him to know that Schiava was still there, watching.

Mistress Samantha was incredibly aroused. It was time for her orgasm.

Samantha removed the clips from Victor's teats and kissed the blood away. She gave each one a little suck and climbed on top of him, teasing his nose with her scent, hovering her dripping slit over his face. He could see her freshly shaven labia, smell her luscious pussy and taste her juices dripping on his face.

She lowered herself down, grinding herself all over his face. She was getting close, having little spasms, her muscles twitching. Her eyes were closed, her breath catching. She didn't hear herself moan; she was focused entirely on her impending orgasm.

Samantha started shaking and let out one long, moaning growl, her hips were humping against Victor's face uncontrollably. She arched her back, tilted her head back and smashed his face.

She screamed her orgasm, "GrrrrrrrrRAWRrrr! Uh...oh...oh...ooooooo". Her body twitched and humped his face uncontrollably as her orgasm subsided and she panted for air.

"Uh...oh...mmm...mmm...mmm." Samantha said as she pulled herself off Master's face so he could breathe. She turned around on top of Master straddling his belly and sat up peeling off her tiny black dress, using it to wipe Victor's face and throwing it on the floor.

Her boobs hung in his face as she reached above his head to release his hands from the restraints. She hung each nipple in his mouth for a second so he could nibble on them. She smiled at him and backed up onto his cock, her soaking wet pussy swallowing his ten-inch cock to the root. She leaned back for a second to release Victor's feet.

She sat straight up, impaled on his thick cock and ground her hips around in little circles around it. They moaned together when she bottomed out, the head of his long dick fully inside her womb. She sat there wiggling and grinding around before leaning forward with both hands on his big chest and started riding his long cock.

She humped her hips against him hard and deep, his entire cock filling her tight hole over and over again, pounding herself like a woman possessed. Her head hung down, mouth open, panting like a bitch in heat. She looked up at him, bringing herself off in a massive orgasm, she collapsed on master, her body thrashing around in orgasm.

Master grabbed Schiava at her waist and sat up, holding her firmly down on his cock, her eyes wide as he finished filling her twitching snatch.

Schiava said, "Mmm...ooo...Master. "

He flipped the girl over doggy style and stood up behind her. He rage fucked the young Schiava brutally, not for revenge, but for reward; it was just the way she liked it.

Her orgasm was mind bending and continued while Master finished pillaging her pussy and slammed his cock ten inches deep to fill her rectum with hot cum. As her orgasm waned, she sobbed with delight to be taken so spectacularly by her Master.

Schiava was completely spent and sated as never before. Never had she dreamed that she and Master would be engaged together is such a scene. Both had effortlessly switched at the urging of the crowd, effectively admitting the crowd as their masters.

Master's thorough fucking had left her a very satisfied woman. Never had she been taken with such intensity and the feeling of the Dom's cum splattering her pushed her over the edge to bliss.

Schiava was silent as her gentle giant carried her away. His deep voice and tender touch soothing as he laid her in the warm bath like a doting father tenderly bathing his little girl. She laid back in the tub listening to his voice and dozing. Master would see to her needs.

She wondered what surprises were in store for her now that the summer solstice was upon them. Her monthly cycle would occur on the solstice, and while it would be light and nearly undetectable physically, her sexual being would be raging with an inner fire as if the sun itself were burning inside her.

She had no doubt Master would tend to those needs as well.