Chapter 14 - the Swap

Darrell and Crystal walked naked across the yard to the Anderson's house, holding hands. They naturally assumed that their hosts for the evening would also be nude, as that had been pretty much the attire of the day. They walked in the door to find Ryan in a robe and Meredith in a short yellow sundress that highlighted her legs and cleavage. Darrell had to admit that her clothed state was almost more titillating than seeing her naked. The dress highlighted her tanned athletic legs. She had not been shaven in his favorite place today, and seeing her in the dress left him wondering if she was now smooth. There was not any chit-chat. Meredith grabbed him by the hand and said, "Let's go." He had no clue if Ryan and Crystal headed straight to the guest bedroom or wherever they were going to have their thing. Meredith pulled him along to the master bedroom.

There was a small sitting room connected to the bedroom. It had a recliner, a couch, and a coffee table. She breezed past that directly into the bedroom and sat on the bed, pulling him down next to her.

"So, you liked what we did last weekend?" she asked.

"Yes, I did, very much. I'm looking forward to returning the favor."

"What did you like about it?"

"I liked being with you that way."

"That was it?"

"I guess I liked how you demanded that I do things for you. It was an unexpected turn-on."

"I thought you didn't like pushy women."

"Well, no, I don't, not at all, but that was different. You're different. I liked the way you made me cum. It was intense." He thought that Meredith was different from Jacqueline, but he was starting to wonder if that was really true.

"Hmm...you want me to take charge again?"

"Yeah, maybe; I mean, it would be best if we split being in charge. The main thing is that I get to pleasure you this time. Other than that, I'm up for whatever, I guess."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'm sure you'll be pleasuring me. Just a few ground rules then." She stood and moved around in front of him. "Were you a good boy and held your cum the past few days, as I asked?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Hmm, I like that, but let's go with yes, Mistress, from now on."

"Oh, okay--yes, Mistress." He could play along.

"Good. Now, one other thing. You know Ryan is in the pharmaceutical business."

"Yes, sales, right?"

"How about yes, Mistress. I'm afraid I must insist."

"Yes, Mistress." This talk was turning him on; he was just about fully erect and a little self-conscious with her still clothed and having not even kissed her yet.

"Well, I have something for you. It is nothing psychedelic or anything. It won't mess with your head. In fact, it was developed for growing hair on bald people. It didn't work very well for that, in part because it has some interesting side effects. It's not on the market, but one of the guys in the lab sent Ryan a bottle under the table. I want you to take one."

"What kind of side effects? I mean, what kind of side effects, Mistress?"

"Good, thanks for the catch. You just need to trust me. You trust me, don't you? If you don't, this won't work."

"Yes, I trust you, Mistress." Something about that exchange brought him to fully erect. He swallowed the pill.

"Good. I'll let you know more about the pill later. Now, I want you to put these cuffs on your ankles and wrists."

She handed him a set of black leather cuffs with metal fasteners for attaching them. He got them all on, and she produced a set of locks and locked each one closed. Things were getting really interesting, and now, for the first time, second thoughts crept in.

"Good. You're enjoying this already. Look at how hard you are. We are going to have some serious fun with that. You up for some fun?"

Despite his misgivings, because he was so readily surrendering control over the situation, he said, "Yep, I mean yes, Mistress."

There was a pause and an impatient look.

"Hmm...okay. Now, I want you to lay back on the bed. What do you say?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now, ask me to tie you up."

"Yes, Mistress, please tie me up." What the fuck did he just say?

"Well, I'll take that as consent, and since you asked so nicely."

She put some pillows behind his shoulders and head to prop him up. Then she reached under each corner of the bed and produced a chain, which she attached to his wrist cuff. She repeated the procedure with the other wrist and each ankle and had him bound spread eagle on the bed.

His gut told him to ask to be released--to back out. Losing control to any woman was still humiliating, but backing out now would be chickening out. Besides, he admitted that he had wanted this for a long time. If he didn't let her do this, he might ruin his only chance with her, and their relationship would be awkward--him a too-young, sexual coward--a prude. She might turn on him and forbid him from using the backyard. Despite his serious misgivings, he conceded control to her--again. He might get a chance to turn the tables, which he should have done with Crystal.

She lifted her dress and revealed her bush. "Guess what? I haven't had the chance to shave, but I want to. It looks so good on your girlfriend. It's not for you, slave, but for me. You are going to wait while I deal with this, but don't worry, I'll put on some entertainment for you while I'm gone. It won't take long."

They had a big TV on the dresser at the foot of the bed. She turned it on and started the VCR. It was cued up to the beginning of a porn movie sex scene. She disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. When she left, his erection softened.

He had never seen porn before--never had a VCR. The movie began to pull him in. The two women and men were attractive and were having hardcore sex in a living room. One lady had really large tits and was especially fond of having the guy she was with fuck her tits when she pushed them together. It turned him on but did not bring him back to erect. To regain it, he needed some hands-on stimulation, and his cock remained limp. The little bit of storyline between the sex scenes caused him to go completely flaccid. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but he guessed about 15 or 20 minutes. He wished she would hurry up.

A new sex scene had started in the movie. It had a good-looking girl and two guys. All of a sudden, he was flush and hot, and his cock stirred. He watched as his cock grew hard as the people in the movie were starting to fuck. The guy was fucking one of the girls--a good-looking blond--and the other girl was fingering the girl getting fucked clit. The scene was hot, maybe hot enough to get him hard, but like this? It was as if a feedback loop had started. The feeling of his cock getting hard was making his cock get even harder. He was fully erect, but it seemed to be getting harder still. Usually, his erect cock would lay on his stomach unless he was exceptionally horny. It was now at least two, maybe three, inches up off his belly. It was almost agonizingly stiff. He wished he could feel it, grab it, stoke it.

Just then, Meredith appeared from the bathroom. For some reason, he was self-conscious about being so hard while watching the movie. But if the movie hadn't gotten him hard, she would have. She was stunning in shiny black leather heels, which were probably four inches high, and that made her already long legs look even longer and sexier. She had on black thigh-high stockings attached to a black leather garter belt, a red g-string, and a lace-up red leather corset. Her breasts were exposed, but her pussy was covered, and he very much wanted to see it shaved. She was being cruel, but he felt that he didn't dare say so.

"I don't get to wear this very often. It doesn't do much for my husband these days. You like it?"

"I like it very much."

"You're forgetting your training and are going to start getting punished."

"I mean, yes, Mistress, very much."

"It looks like the pill took effect; that is one gorgeously hard cock. It should stay that way for hours, as long as we are playing, no matter how many times you cum. I've been curious about how it would affect someone as young and horny as you obviously are. Now, we are going to add a few things to your attire."

She pulled out a bag from under the bed, and the first thing she pulled out was a chrome, hinged, flattened ring, or maybe it was better described as a band or cuff. It looked to be just less than two inches in diameter and about a half-inch tall.

She held it in front of him and said, "What do you think this is for?" He had a guess but hesitated. "Well, no matter, I'm going to show you."

She grabbed his cock and balls and forcefully pulled them upward, closing the tight-fitting ring around the base. The cold metal separated his cock and balls from his crotch. The ring had a place for a lock where the two ends came together, and she closed it with a small padlock--like the ones he used for his headgear with Katherine. Next, she pulled out a black leash and attached it to the padlock. Then came a leather collar around his neck. Same thing, a padlock and a leash. Next was a belt around his waist with a series of metal rings attached to it. She then proceeded to disconnect his ankles from the bed but connected them with about a foot and a half of black chain. She disconnected his wrists from the bed but attached them to the waist belt. He was mobile, but just barely.

"All right, slave. Everything is as it needs to be. Sit up, and we have one more thing we need to do."

He sat on the edge of the bed, and she pulled out a joint from the nightstand. "I need you a little stoned to make you completely compliant. You do get stoned, don't you?"

"Mistress, I sometimes get stoned, mostly for sex. I don't need it now; I'm already completely compliant."

"I say you need it. You have a problem with that?"

"No, Mistress."

She took the first hit, her only hit, then helped him to one. She had him do three good hits, which was enough for a really good buzz. She grabbed him by the cock leash and led him into the adjoining room to the recliner. She sat in the chair and motioned him down in front of her.

"I like dressing up, but honestly, I'd rather be naked. You've taught me that, and now you are going to help me take my stockings and g-string off. Would you like that slave? Do you want to see my pussy? Maybe lick it and make me cum?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. I want to worship your pussy. Can you release my hands?" The thing was, her control was becoming more than just fantasy playacting for him. At that moment, he wanted nothing more in the world than for her to let him service her. The pot had further focused his lust for her, and he wasn't just playing along anymore. He had lost control at a core level and didn't care.

"Whose pussy do you want right now? Your Mistress's, or your slutty girlfriends?"

"Yours, Mistress."

"If we brought her in here right now. Would you still say that?"

He hesitated but said, "Yours, Mistress."

"Oh, don't worry. My husband is probably eating her pussy right now. And no, I'm not going to release you. I don't trust you just yet. You need to earn it. You need to use your teeth. I'll help you with the shoes and unclipping the stockings. I'll let you do the G-string first. I feel like my bald pussy is getting really wet."

She removed her heels, unclipped her stockings, stood; and he worked down her G-string and right then thought her shaved pussy was the most beautiful thing there was. He paused and was going to beg her to eat it.

"Oh god, you are clumsy and slow." She pulled the G-string the rest of the way off and stuffed it into his mouth--so much for begging. "I'll do the rest of it myself," she exclaimed.

She pushed Darrell back with her feet, then stood and took off the stockings and garter belt but left the corset on. She pointed to the floor, and he knelt in front of her again. She spread her legs, giving him a wonderful view of her pussy. It was glistening. At that moment, he was quite relieved and thinking, now I get to enjoy her pussy; I want her to have a big orgasm. He was crossed up. She started to rub her clit, running her fingers into her cunt, then spreading her new wetness back up to her clit. He leaned in toward he pussy, not sure what he would do with her panties stuffed in his mouth, but nonetheless wanting to be at her pussy. She grabbed his hair and pulled him back.

"No. Not unless I say so. You just need to watch."

This was cruel, especially cruel, when she ran her wet fingers under his nose and around his gagged mouth, leaving moistness on his face. He wanted to tell her how cruel she was, but it would have displeased her, not to mention he was gagged.

He was mesmerized as he was forced to watch. She was really starting to respond, moving her pelvis up and down. She took her feet and began to rub them on his face, all the while massaging her clit. His cock was screaming for attention, and he managed to shift the belt around enough to get a hold of it with his right hand. It was like a hot, pulsing piece of oak. The way she was sitting blocked her view, and he was getting some relief while also increasing his arousal markedly. He needed to stop a couple of times to keep from cuming. He guessed that this would not be an approved activity, but he was getting desperate.

She casually said, "I need you to clean my feet," and she bent over and pulled out the G-string gag. She saw what he was doing.

"Did I say you could do that? Hell no. You can't touch yourself unless I say so. I might have even released your arms. Not now, and know this, if you cum, you will find yourself dressed like this out in the street. Tell you what, I'm not completely heartless. If you suck on my toes and lick my feet to my satisfaction, I'll let you touch your cock in a bit. But don't jack yourself off again without my permission. Your cock is mine, and you do not touch my property unless I say you can. Don't you dare forget that!"

"Yes, Mistress Meredith. I'm very sorry."

"You're learning. That is your one warning. Disobey me again, and you'll pay. Now make love to my feet while I get my pussy hotter and wetter."

She lifted her foot, and he began by taking her big toe on the offered right foot in his mouth and sucking on it, then each of her toes moving down toward her pinky toe. But despite her warning, he made a mistake. She hadn't moved his hand back, and it involuntarily crept back to his cock. He got away with it for a minute while he ran his tongue between her toes. Then she caught him.

She pulled her foot down. "What did I fucking just tell you? Stay on your knees, turn around, and put your face on the floor."

There he was with his ass in the air, and she gave him three hard swats that really stung. She had some strength in that trim frame. She reached between his legs and grabbed his balls, pulling just enough to get his complete attention.

"Are you going to disobey again?"

"No, Mistress Meredith. Please forgive me."

"You stay there. Don't move. I'll be right back."

He meant what he had said. It was strange. He was quite crushed that he had disappointed her. He had a lucid moment and realized how focused on her he had become. Part of that was being stoned, he knew, but it also seemed like a form of brainwashing.

She returned and said, "You are fucking mine. Got it, you slut?"

She swatted his ass three more times; this time, it really stung, almost bringing tears to his eyes. He saw the reason. She held a riding crop, and she used to lift his chin and look him in the eye.

"Okay, now you need to finish my other foot."

He only spent a little time licking her left foot when she pushed him up straight so she could see his cock. She moved to the edge of the chair and used her feet to play with his erection. She held it between her toes and went up and down. This brought him to a euphoric edge quickly, and he was near cuming. But she hadn't told him he could cum, and he was fighting to hold his orgasm down.

He said through gritted teeth, "Mistress, I'm going to cum, please, I'm trying not to." She stopped.

"You're pitiful. I can't believe a little foot job is going to make you cum. At least you did the right thing and told me, but it would be better if you could just hold it. Maybe I won't touch you again."

"Oh, no, Mistress, please!"

"You want to lick my pussy now? If you do a good job with that, we'll see."

"Yes, please, Mistress. I want to please you so very much. I want so badly to make you cum."

"Do you want to run your tongue over my clit until I cum?"

"Yes, Mistress. I want to passionately eat you out until you cum."

She slapped cock with the riding crop, just hard enough to sting a little. "No, you will eat my pussy until I tell you to stop. I may cum five times before I let you stop. Got it."

"Yes, Mistress. I meant I would love nothing more than to eat your pussy until you cum as many times as you want. I mean that sincerely. I want nothing more than your pussy right now and to bring you to as many orgasms as you wish."

"You're a pitiful slave, but at least you are saying some of the right things. I have a thing you need to do, one more thing to show your total obedience."

"Anything, Mistress."

"Mistress Meredith."

"Yes, Mistress Meredith; forgive me."

"You are going to eat my ass. Will you do that? Ask me to do it."

"Mistress Meredith, yes. Will you please let me eat your beautiful ass? I give you my complete obedience." He did not know what this meant, what she wanted, but it did not matter. His words were no longer part of a sexual game but were words of devotion, said passionately, without any hesitation. The truth was that what she was asking sounded forbidden, and impossibly, it further turned him on. It was not something he would normally want to do but she was asking, had a beautiful bottom, and he wanted to do nothing else in the world at that moment. She stood up. First, she unclipped his wrists from the belt.

"You can touch yourself while you do this, but remember what I said about cuming."

She took the position that he had been in for his ass beating, her ass in the air, and told him, "Do a good job, and you can work your way down to my cunt." For her part, this was mostly about exerting her control and getting him to do something he might not do otherwise. But she had also been curious about how it would feel.

He started by kissing and gently nibbling on her ass cheeks but guessing this was not the erogenous area he needed to concentrate on, he quickly moved over to the bottom of her spine. He started working his way down her butt crack, kissing and licking his way down. He was hoping that this was raising her anticipation and arousal, but there were no outward signs of it. He quickly got to the taboo spot. He tongued this puckered orifice, and her breathing picked up. She was clearly getting turned on by this, and he was starting to get some soft moans and mews from her. He was encouraged by this but impatient. He lingered on her butt hole for a minute or so, then headed for her cunt. He hoped that he had completed his task well enough and she would not stop him from licking her pussy.

Her hot, sopping vagina was deliciously exposed in this position; her clit was a little harder to reach, so he focused on sliding his tongue in and out of her warm hole and having her juice run down his chin. At this point, he adjusted his position slightly so he had his left hand on the front of her left upper thigh, pulling her toward him and his right on his cock. Her intensifying moans and motions further encouraged him. He forgot his cock and used both hands to pull her against his face. Judging from the response, he suspected that it had been taking a lot of willpower for her to control her orgasm. She seemed to be about to cum. To his disappointment, she stood up, but then she grabbed his cock leash and made him knee-walk with her over to the coffee table. It was not a wide table, just big enough for someone to lie on, almost a bench, nicer looking but not dissimilar to the one in the cottage.