TRADING PLACES

Myra S. Hart

I watched in anticipation as Adrienne unlocked the door and entered the living room. I wondered how she’d felt, going out shopping dressed like she was dressed.

Her dark hair was short, as it had just started growing back, and was slicked down with gel. Black eyeliner followed the almond shape of her gray eyes. A black suit with severe lines was worn over a lacy corset, pushing up her new boobs so that a mound of cleavage could catch the eyes of onlookers. High-heeled black boots completed the look.

I also knew she wore no panties underneath. My cock was hard as hell thinking about her bare pussy, air rushing underneath that skirt to tickle it, reminding her she was still a sexual being.

I knew she hadn’t been able to recapture that part of herself since the breast cancer. The double mastectomy had stolen that from her. We barely had vanilla sex anymore, let alone any serious playtime.

So, I had an idea that we should try trading places. When I first gave her the flogger with a pink handle, she cried. At first I feared I’d offended her, but then she hugged me hard and said it was the most incredibly thoughtful thing I’d ever done.

Today was our first experiment.

“How was your day, Mistress?” We hadn’t discussed any details of how the role-reversal was going to work. All we’d decided upon was that the safeword would be “enough.” I had no idea what to expect, and it was terrifying and thrilling all at once—like when you reach the peak of a roller coaster.

Her eyes narrowed. “Only speak when spoken to, My Pet.”

And so it had begun.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She opened the buttons of her suit jacket, no longer appearing uncomfortable with her reconstructed body as she leaned over her shopping bags, flashing substantial cleavage. She pulled a few toys from her bag. I watched eagerly, wondering what Adrienne had planned.

Selecting a collar, she announced, “We are going for a walk, My Pet. Get undressed.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Do not look at me unless I allow it.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I took my clothing off slowly, deliberately, and stood before her holding my hard dick, eyes cast downward. She walked over and said, “Get on all fours.”

Hmm; I wondered how long she would have me stay like this. Could get uncomfortable, I mused. But thoughts of what I might get in return…

I’d tried on numerous occasions to reassure her that I found her just as desirable as I always had, but nothing worked. The closeness that had developed from our special playtime together was dissolving, causing a rift that I didn’t want to keep widening.

I would do whatever it took. Over the long weeks of watching her suffer and our bond deteriorate, I decided I needed to do something to empower her. The cancer robbed her of control of her own sacred temple, so I was offering her mine.

Thinking about all the pain and agony she’d endured over those many months saddened me, but also made me admire her strength. Now, she was entitled to use that strength for her pleasure.

Adrienne fastened the black studded collar around my neck and hooked it to a chain leash. Then she turned around and walked back to the bags. Of course I had to look as she bent over, her skirt rising up enough for me to get a peek at her naked snatch. My whole body tightened with desire as she pulled something out of the bag.

“Come.” She tugged the chain, and I followed on my hands and knees to the kitchen. She went to the kitchen sink and quickly washed whatever she was holding. Then, she filled it with water. She placed a pet bowl near the kitchen door. I noticed the words MY PET were painted on it. “Drink,” she instructed.

I had the audacity to glance up at her and received a flogging on my buttocks. It was fascinating how the pain created little tingles of pleasure. I put my head over the bowl and drank, slurping up as much water as I possibly could. Her fingers ran through my hair, the tips of her painted nails lightly scratching my scalp.

She continued down my neck and back, and when she reached my buttocks, gave me a good, hard slap.

“Time to go outside, My Pet.”

What?

She opened the kitchen door and placed the heel of one boot on my backside, giving me a little push. We had a fenced-in yard, so I didn’t think anyone could see… but on the other hand, the thought of a voyeur gave me a little thrill, just as the cool night air did, brushing against my naked body.

I let Adrienne lead me around the yard, in the direction of the trees.

“Now, be a good boy for Mistress, My Pet.”

I remained still, uncertain what she was asking of me.

Her flogger with the pink handle whipped against my ass, and then she slowly ran it down my crack until it tickled my balls.

“Go pee-pee, like a good boy, or I will have to punish you.”

I didn’t want to urinate in the yard. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her in so many ways that she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.

“I don’t have to take a piss, Adrienne.”

Suddenly, I felt her boot on my neck, pushing my face into the grass. The outdoor scents of tree bark and greenery enhanced my senses and my desire.

“Don’t call me that!”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” I added a bit of a whimper to emphasize the point.

“I believe I’ll have to find an inventive way to punish you.” She actually chuckled as she stood in front of me. “You may look at me from my knees down,” she commanded. I raised my head and watched her jacket fall to the ground. Then her skirt dropped around her ankles. She stood like that for a minute, making me highly aware of the fact that she was standing above me in nothing but a corset and those shiny black boots, snatch exposed. She kicked off the skirt. “Lick,” she instructed, sticking the toe of her boot under my chin.

I traced my tongue from her toe, traveling up the curve of her leg to the bare skin of her thigh. I was rewarded with the type of wanton moan I hadn’t heard in quite some time. I was bursting with need for her. I moved my tongue to her other thigh, but instead of allowing it to travel down her other leg, she lowered herself onto her back and spread her legs wide for me. Her boots dug into my back as I brushed my lips against her throbbing clit, suckling it before sticking two long fingers inside her wet hole.

“Take me, My Pet,” she commanded, flipping around onto all fours. I pushed my aching cock deep inside her snatch.

As we both climaxed violently, I thought, I could get used to this, my pet…

But let’s keep that our little secret.