Reverse of a Submissive’s Role by NotaTitman

Reverse of a Submissive’s Role by NotaTitman

Explore the intense and intimate world of dominance and submission in this erotic adult sex story. Dive into the thrilling dynamics of power play and control as the roles are reversed in a tantalizing tale of desire and submission.<br/>
I shouldn’t have drunk so much last night, if I hadn’t I may not be in this predicament. I vaguely remember getting home, I had left Petra in the cage and intended to release her when I got back. Too drunk, I don’t remember. She should have behaved then I wouldn’t have had to lock her in the cage. It was unfair to leave her in the cage.

I was in my own bed, spreadeagled, my arms and legs fastened to each corner by the very cuffs I had installed for restraining Petra.

Petra is my submissive, we have been in a dom/sub relationship for six months, she loves being whipped, smacked and humiliated and I love her. We had set up equipment in the bedroom to facilitate our indulgences. For the first time I was experiencing the helplessness and vulnerability she has ‘enjoyed’?

As I lay there wondering what would happen next, Petra came in. She has fair hair, natural, so many different colours from almost white to light auburn and just about every colour in between. Her skin is a creamy colour except for the area normally covered by a bikini which was almost white.

Her eyes are big and brown currently surrounded by more makeup than I have ever seen her wear before. Her lips are so kissable, they are full and perfect, a coating of dark red lipstick enhancing their beauty. Just about visible as she smiled are her pearly white teeth.

For this time in the morning, although I don’t know what time it is, she was dressed to kill. I hope not literally, but certainly dressed to mean business and to please me. A waist cinch thing which made her boobs look bigger, with suspenders holding up black seamed stockings. Fuck me heels on her feet and that was it apart from her collar.

Her beautiful tits and shaved pussy were on display. She walked to the side of the bed. “Good morning,” she said smiling.

“I need a piss,” I replied.

“You mean I want a piss, mistress Petra.”

Fuck, I need a piss and the only way was to give in. “I need a piss mistress Petra,” I reluctantly said.

“Oh dear,” she said. “We wouldn’t want you to wet the bed.” She went out, her gorgeous, ravishing arse beautifully displayed. Embellished with several marks left by the whip.

She returned holding a jug. “Your cock is pointing the wrong way, it would be fun to watch you pee all over yourself. Still a wet bed would be a nuisance.” She grabbed my hard cock, what do you expect? Seeing Petra dressed like that and waking needing a piss it was bound to be hard.

She pulled my cock sideways, pointing it into the jug, just in time as I started pissing straight away. Most of it went in the jug, almost filling it. My mouth felt like the bottom of a budgie’s cage but the way she was eyeing that jug I thought it sensible not to ask for a drink.

She placed the jug on the side, she turned around and started taking her collar off. What the hell, she loves her collar, she pleaded with me to have it, why is she taking it off?

“I think it’s your turn to wear this just for today,” Her smile was almost a laugh. I pushed my head back into the pillow to stop her putting it on me. She slapped my face. “Bad boy,” she said. I did not move.

“Oh dear you need to learn your place, when you are ready to wear the collar, lift your head,” she was now laughing.

“No chance, you won’t get me wearing a collar.”

“You will not get me wearing a collar, mistress Petra,” she chuckled.

Her hand moved to my balls, a light tap and my mind was perhaps changing. A harder hit and the pain was terrible, women do not realise the pain caused by a hit in the balls.

I lifted my head. “Please put the collar on me, mistress Petra,” I asked.

She hit my balls again. “Oh sorry, I didn’t hear you,” I heard her say, through my yell.

“Please put the collar on me, mistress Petra,” I pleaded. This is not going well.

“Good boy,” she laughed, massaging my pained balls. While gently wanking my cock she began sucking my nipple then biting it – hard.

“Yeow,” I said, well actually cried out. She started on the other nipple. “Owww.”

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes,” I grimaced. She laughed. Looking in the bedside drawer she produced two clothes pegs, which she clipped onto my nipples. Fuck me that hurt, Petra laughed, she was enjoying this way too much. She put another peg over the top of the ones already there, squeezing even more. Owww, I lifted my head.

“Good boy,” she said as she fastened the collar around my neck.

“You realise that you can’t keep me here forever and when I am free you will pay for it?”

“You really are a slow learner,” she slapped my balls. Fuck me, I was finding it difficult to think. “How do you address me?”

“Mistress.”

“Mistress Petra.”

“Mistress Petra.” I was becoming quite vexed.

“Now that’s a good boy, say the whole threat again.”

You can’t keep me here forever when I am free you will pay for this…mistress Petra,” I said through gritted teeth, she was squeezing my balls.

“Oh yes,” she laughed even more. “Oh yes.” I almost laughed myself. We have quite a few torture devices, nipple clamps amongst them so I wondered why she used pegs. She went into the drawer again and produced a multi tailed whip.

Carefully she straddled me, avoiding the pegs, so that her cunt was directly over my mouth. “Don’t mess about, get stuck in, my poor pussy needs some attention,” she demanded as she hit my cock and balls with the whip. I immediately inserted my tongue.

I don’t like being this vulnerable, giving control to someone, I like control. “Owww,” she hit me again and again. I hated it, my treacherous cock grew, my balls hurt and ached. god I wish my hands were free, I’d pull her cunt in and give her such a going over.

She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, wonderful, plus it stopped her hitting it. This put her clitoris in the ideal place for me to work on and work on it I did. She climaxed, I didn’t. “Oh dear, perhaps you will cum sometime today, or perhaps not.”

She took one last and quite vicious swipe at my cock, laughed and laid the whip across it and walked out. I lay there for a while, considering my situation, I had got used to the nipple pegs, my balls still ached and my cock shrunk.

Petra came back in, this time wearing knickers and a bra, the waist thing had gone and a suspender belt held the same stockings up. “I see that I no longer turn you on, your cock’s shrivelled,” she pronounced as she picked the whip up and hit me. “Not having a hard on when I have dressed up for you, I take it as a slight.”

“For fuck sake you’ve only just walked in,” she took another swipe at my cock. “Sorry mistress Petra.” She dived into the drawer and came out with an elastic band which she put around my scrotum, preventing my balls from retreating. “That will stop them retracting, I want them to be easy to reach in case of any more bad behaviour.” She hit my balls with her hand.

“Yeeeeooooowwww,” that fucking hurt. Just you wait till I’m free. I thought.

“Your lack of respect I take as an affront, a snub you are going to pay,” she sounded angry. My cock was beginning to redeem itself but the pain made it difficult. She removed the pegs from my nipples. Fucking hell that hurt. From a different drawer she retrieved a thick black permanent marker pen, the first thing she did was colour in my nipples.

Arse licker was written underneath, cock sucker on my belly. She held my cock as it grew. “I have always wanted to be fucked by a black cock, now I have the chance,” she said colouring it with the pen. When my cock was mainly black she started on my balls, not too gently either.

She straddled me across my hips pressing her hands on my nipples, taking a lot of her weight and had her white knicker clad pussy rubbing up and down my cock. This was wonderful, almost as good as being inside her, some of the ink was coming off onto her knickers.

“Just to let you know next time your tongue goes into my pussy you will be licking your own spunk out.”

She took her knickers off, went back to rubbing my cock with her cunt, the increase in fluids made the ink spread more. Grabbing my cock she knelt up and put it straight in her pussy. Hands twisting my nipples, she bounced up and down on me. I was hurting, I was needing to cum. “Please,” I yelled.

“Please what?” she asked, having slowed down on my cock and squeezed my nipples harder.

“Please mistress Petra,” I pleaded. She had done the opposite of what I wanted, faster on the cock and please leave my nipples alone. I will get my revenge.

“That’s better, I’m glad you’re learning your place,” she was laughing at me again. She fucked me, I bucked into her as much as I could. I climaxed, thank the gods, deep into her. She quickly jumped off me and her cunt was over and in my mouth.

“I didn’t hear you thank me for letting you cum.”

“Thank you mistress,” is what I said subserviently. What actually came out was “saannggh mggghhh,” you try doing better with a dripping cunt in your mouth.

“Because you didn’t thank me you will be punished, your cock will be smacked five times.”

“But mistress please I tried to say thank you but you had your magnificent pussy in my mouth,” I pleaded. I was down to pleading for fuck sake. The taste of our mixed juices wasn’t too bad, perhaps a little salty. I have never tasted my own spunk before or any one else’s for that matter.

“I do not want to listen to excuses, your cock will be smacked ten times.” I stayed quiet, I had used this technique myself. She slapped my diminishing cock which was lying on my stomach.

Laughing at me, she climbed onto the bed, her stiletto heels digging into the mattress. As she went to straddle me she put her heel against my cock. Oh fuck, no, she moved it to my balls which were bulging because of the band. She rubbed her heel up and down them before moving her leg across and she sat on my cock.

Leaning back on her hands she swung her feet up so they were on either side of my head. Most of her weight was on my lower belly, my cock lay smothered in her bum crack. Using my shoulders Petra kicked her shoes off and rubbed her feet into my face.