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Where Vince had learned to be cruel, Jess had no idea.
She just knew that next weekend he would pay, and pay
big.

This wasn't a new thought to Jess. About every other
weekend she had the same thought. That's when it was
Vince's turn to play Master, and she was his
submissive toy. They took turns playing Master, and
when it was her turn, she made him pay big, which made
him pay her back. It was a vicious cycle, and they
both enjoyed it. When they were Master, that is.

When the "fun" had started a few hours ago, most
observers would have thought them a normal couple.
Jess had given Vince a delicious blowjob, expertly
bringing him to a heavy orgasm. But that was just a
prelude to take the edge off, so that he could be more
level-headed as he punished her.

He took her over his lap, and asked her questions to
which she couldn't possibly give a proper response.

"Did you just put a cock in your mouth? Yes? Oh, you
naughty, wicked girl!" He gave her a couple hard
spanks on each cheek, then groped her, fingering her
in a way calculated to make her forget the pain on her
rump. This he'd do for several minutes, before his
next question.

"So, does that make you a slutty cocksucker? Oh dear,
I am afraid I will have to correct that!" And so it
went, her bottom getting redder and hotter and sorer
every minute. At the same time, her pussy was oozing
juices like crazy. That set up the clinching question:

"Oh my goodness! Do you find getting spanked so
pleasurable that your cunt gets wet?!" He always spoke
of her sex organ as a cunt when he was Master, and he
always finished the spanking with that question. It
was inevitable, because Jess found real pleasure in
being spanked, and what lie ahead. When playing a toy,
she luxuriated in being used and punished. She was
ever so glad to find someone like Vince, who
understood.

This time had been hard, though. Vince had used heavy
leather shackles on her wrists and ankles. Like in a
cheesy bondage video, he had affixed her to the
corners of the bed. This time, it was face up. He'd
attached nipple clips to her, and a clit clip as well.

Properly restrained, he'd used the crop on her. A
light tapping was all he did, but enough of those and
your skin started to tingle. She began to fear the
crop, because it seemed to be getting swung with more
force. Her inner thighs burned, as did the soles of
her feet, and her arms.

Smiling malignantly, he pulled up on the chain
connecting the two nipple chains and whipped her
breasts. It was agony, as her tender globes hung from
her stretched nipples and were hit by the crop. He
carefully smacked onto her areolae, careful not to
dislodge the clips.

As painful as that was, she didn't want him to move
on. She knew what that meant. She began to beg,
telling him to do anything he wanted, but not that. He
laughed again, crawling onto the bed and jamming his
sweaty nuts into her mouth. Her mouth was full of his
furry sack, her nose lodged into his anus. She could
hardly get her breath as he continued to torment her
breasts.

Finally, he whipped her nipples so that the clips fell
off. Such pain as that! It was intense, barely
tolerable. And yet, her pussy was sopping wet. Go
figure.

He moved off her head, standing again on the side of
the bed. Her eyes were welling with tears, making her
slutty makeup dissolve. He loved the "Tammy Faye"
look, with her eye makeup streaming. He insisted on
cheaper makeup, that would look hideous when she
cried. Note: not if she cried, but when.

He noted her tears and disregarded them. Reaching out,
he slid a finger down to her bald pussy, feeling
immediately how incredibly wet she was. "Tsk tsk tsk"
he sounded, smiling. He moved up to stuff his finger
deep into her mouth, feeling for her gag reflex. "Do
you taste how naughty you are? I punish you, and you
still get wet!" She coughed then, his finger in the
back of her throat. "I guess I'll have to punish you
more."

He cruelly squeezed and milked her breasts, pinching
and twisting her nipples until Jess cried out. When
her breasts were abused enough to tingle when
released, he took up the crop again and whipped them.
Then, he began whipping harder down her chest towards
her stomach. The crop made a swishing sound as it flew
threw the air to land with a loud snap as it struck
her, moving inexorably towards her most tender area.

A fine pink trail of crop marks showed the path, past
her rib cage, over her firm stomach, onto her pubic
bone. When it reached her bare pubic flat, she
flinched with each blow. She knew what was coming, and
hated him for it. She thought she'd pay him back, even
before Vince hit her... there. He surprised her,
turning the crop sideways and running it between her
nether lips. He brought the now-wet crop to her mouth,
growling at her to clean it.

Jess relaxed a little, thinking that he had been
toying with her. Alas, he had not. After he had made
her squirm with pleasure, the hard crop grinding
against her sex, he struck her... there.

The first blow made her cry out. It was square on her
clit, and not gentle. The next blow was solid on her
lips, spanking them painfully. He alternated quickly,
between clit and lips, and somehow the pain grew until
it was pleasure.

Jess hated Vince because he always made her cum like
this. She came hard, even while her cunt was being
abused. It would be fucking sore the next day, but for
now it was intensely pleasurable. She came so hard,
she squirted!

Vince pronounced her incurably naughty. While she was
panting, he unclipped her wrists and ankles, and
rolled her over. He clipped ankles and wrists together
in a sort of hog-tie. 

"You are so fucking nasty, you slut," he declared. "I
know where nasty sluts like you need to be fucked." So
saying, he pried her cheeks apart, and spat on her
anus. Then, he pressed steadily into her ass.

Jess and Vince often enjoyed anal sex, and so she was
easily able to accommodate his assault into her
rectum. She liked it most times, and this was no
exception. She loved how he fucked her ass so hard. He
routinely fucked her harder in the ass than he did in
her cunt, and she liked how his balls smacked wetly
onto her juicy cunt. He pressed in deep, rotating his
hips to screw her fully. She loved it.

However, when he pulled out after only five minutes,
she knew it was trouble. He unshackled her hands and
feet, then jammed himself in gaping backdoor. It was
just a few strokes, because he was onto something
else.

"When I pull out, you need to assume the position," he
grunted. He gave a few more grinding thrusts, then
pulled his steaming cock out. Jess quickly turned over
and flopped end for end, her head hanging off the bed.

It was at times like this that she was most reminded
of his cruelty. It used to be that he would grip her
hair and pull her cave-man style to the foot of the
bed. That was no longer possible. Six weeks ago, he
had restrained her to a kitchen chair. He'd tied her
thick natural blond hair into a braid, using a heavy
cord as the third strand. He'd hung a brick off it,
forcing her head to fall back off the chair. Then he
had tightly bound her breasts with rope, forcing them
to bulge out as they became engorged with blood. He'd
whipped them then while a vibrator buzzed on her
crotch. She'd cum hard, for which he had pronounced
her a whore.

"Whores need easy to manage hair when they go fucking
around," he had growled. With that, he had cut off her
braid, close to her scalp in the back. Pushing her now
freed head forward, he had used a pair of hair
clippers to buzz her nape to quarter inch bristles.
Not done yet, he had painted her nape with dark brown
dye. Now she looked odd, blond in front and top, dark
brown on her nape. "People will see your natural hair
color now," he had laughed.

She'd had to endure the stares of coworkers and people
on the street, as she walked around with such a
striking style. A coworker pointed out a TV show,
"Rally Round the House" on the Discovery Channel,
where the designer had just such a hairstyle.
Thankfully, she had someone stylish to point to as an
inspiration. But still, people did think her hair was
brown and that she dyed it. People on the street often
gawked, especially pervy looking guys. It was
embarrassing.

So now, she had to crawl to the foot of the bed, all
the while mourning the loss of her golden locks. Worse
was knowing what he was going to do. She got to the
end of the bed, rolled onto her back, and opened her
mouth.

"You think that was fucking slut?" Vince taunted.
"I'll show you fucking!"

With that, he fucked her throat like he fucked her
ass. The first few strokes were not bad, for Jess had
long ago learned to deep throat him. She didn't even
mind that his cock was dirty, having just recently
been in her ass. Ass taste was something else she had
learned to endure through long practice. What she
hated was how the saliva would build and she'd start
gagging on it.

It was inevitable. She tried to turn her head, to let
the spit drain out. Vince would have none of it
though. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her
to remain while he pistoned in and out. Only when she
truly gagged and coughed would he pull out. She knew
to quickly eject what saliva she could, because soon
he'd jam back into her oral cunt.

Soon, her gelatinous spittal coated her face. Vince
loved such signs of her torment. He looked at her
progress whenever he pulled out, thrilling to see his
toy's mascara streaming down her forehead. Her
lipstick was quite gone. Her face was red from the
blood rushing into it. In triumph he jammed his hard
cock back into her mouth, wedging himself in, feeling
her nose breathing into his furry sack. It was
delicious.

As awful as it would appear to a bystander, Jess was
rising rapidly to orgasm. Being used in such a way
stroked her submissive nature, in a big way. His
fingers were accidentally rubbing her buzzed nape,
reminding her that he had such control of her as to
even dictate her outward appearance. But mostly, she
could hear and sense his excitement and pending
climax. That she was pleasing him was apparent, and
when he came she would too. She nearly always did.

When he came, it was with a mighty grunt. Jess felt
his cock swell, and he jammed his cock deep into her
throat for the first shot. Then, she heaved, unable to
breath with the gooey mixture of spit and cum shoved
into her throat. Vince pulled out, still cumming and
coating her face. He stayed out just long enough to
see a burp of goo bubble out, then he pushed in half
way to keep squirting into her mouth.

Vince reached down and fingered her soaking cunt,
unsurprised to find her enormously wet. He also was
unsurprised when her cunt started humping his hand;
Jess was cumming. Both of them came for nearly a
minute, and then they both gasped for breath. Jess
recovered faster, and began nursing his prick, sucking
what remaining cum there was out of him.

After that, it was cleanup and cuddle time. Vince held
Jess, stroking her hair and whispering words of love.
He had given Jess exactly what she had wanted, and she
should love him for that. But, holding her and loving
her tenderly made both of them feel good.

Jess sighed in contentment, her abused body aching.
Being loved like this was gift, and one she craved at
times. Vince's giving almost made her forget how he
had cruelly used her.

Almost.

Jess had a busy week, preparing for her turn to
torment Vince. Her desire to inflict comparable
cruelty had been building for some time, but this week
she took action. She made most of her purchases online
on Monday, but had to contract out some special items
that were completed later in the week. Everything was
in place by Friday, and she looked forward to the
weekend with grim complacency.

Saturday arrived, and Jess took charge early in the
day. Vince was a big soccer fan, and loved watching
the English Premier League on cable, where on Saturday
mornings he could watch a game live while Jess slept
in. However, Jess awoke earlier than normal and turned
off the television, resulting in his howling protests.

"Now stop it, Pet," Jess cooed in that honey drenched
tone that made Vince react. "You know it is my day for
pleasure. Now go take a nice cold shower until I come
in."

"Yes, ma'am," Vince agreed. He thought that being used
by Jess was far better than any soccer match on TV.

While he got into a shower (water on full cold), Jess
gathered some of the items she had purchased. Then she
went out to the garage and got another item, then
carried them all to the bathroom where Vince was
shivering. She went to the vanity and got out the bar
of pumice soap, tossing it over the top of the shower
door. She watched carefully as he washed up. The
pumice in the soap would take off a layer of skin, and
Vince would avoid doing as much as he could.

Then she watched him shave his face and crotch, while
she toyed with her purchase. She saw his eyes
repeatedly flick to the items, and she knew he was
worried. Good. "Asshole too," she called out,
directing him to shave between his butt cheeks.
Dutifully, but comically, he complied.

After capriciously leaving him in the shower after he
had finished, she told him to come out. Handing him a
towel, she watched as he buffed hard, drying himself
thoroughly. Taking the towel from him, she buffed his
genitals, one side of the towel to his front, and the
other side to his back. Pulling up, she was harsh
towards his favorite parts. And yet, it was but a
taste of what was to cum.

Jess took up her purchase. "Do you know what this is?"

He nodded. "Yes ma'am. It is a nut ring."

Her turn to nod. "Correct! And do you know what this
is for?" She pointed to a small d-ring in the nut
ring.

"For attaching a leash?"

"Hmmm, partially right," she granted him. "Now come
here and let me put it on."

The only bad thing about the cold shower is that the
male body naturally retracted the testes in order to
keep them warm. The buffing had helped a little, but
even so, Jess had precious little to grab hold of. She
gripped his sack at the base, squeezing his balls out
and away from his body. As she held them firmly, her
added warmth triggered Vince's body to drop his balls,
and she got more slack.

Carefully, she wrapped the base of his balls in a
length of collar gauze, the kind of thing you have
placed around your neck at the beauty salon before
they put on the cape. Then she wrapped the leather nut
ring tightly around the gauze, forming a barrier that
would not allow his balls to move up. It was done
partially to prevent a premature orgasm, but mostly as
an instrument of discomfort.

The next purchase she pulled out was a light chain
leash extender. It had snap hooks on either side. One
side she affixed to his nut ring, then she amused
herself by leading him around the bathroom by his
balls for a little bit.

"Squat a little," she commanded, tugging down on his
nuts for emphasis. When he complied, she told him to
hold that position, and went to get the item from the
garage. It was a brick. She put one end of the leash
extender through the hole in the brick, then pulled it
up so that there was little slack. Then she snapped
the hook back onto the leash, effectively attaching
the brick to his balls. When Vince tried to stand
erect, he would have the brick dangling from his sack.
When he walked like the primate he was, he dragged the
brick from his balls. It was deliciously cruel, Jess
thought.

She was amused watching him make her breakfast with a
brick attached to his balls. He got pretty good at
setting it on end with bent knees, so that the weight
was relieved. Jess, though, requested a breakfast
requiring ingredients and plates and other items from
beyond his reach. Watching his face as he stood on his
tip-toes, balls painfully stretched down, was wicked
fun.

Vince always considered domination and submission to
be a sex game, which made Jess pleased. Nothing was
more thrilling to her inner dominatrix than to cruelly
force Vince to do domestic chores. Having to do
commonplace things, boring chores, instead of getting
sexually excited... it was tough on him.

The remainder of the morning was spent dusting,
folding clothes, vacuuming, and generally
straightening up the house. The only thing that made
it bearable was the brick attached to his balls. That
made the work marginally sexual, instead of merely
menial. That was worth the increasing pain of his
chafing nutsack.

His final everyday chore was to make Jess lunch. It
was her favorite, a BLT. He was sent off to take
enemas until the expelled water ran clean while she
ate. He was also forbidden to stroke his cock, because
he would want to. The enema was the start of the fun
part for him: the sexual torment.

Jess heard the toilet flush three times while she ate
her sandwich and drank a glass of milk. She'd need her
energy to properly dominate Vince, and her courage
too. She was going to be far more cruel than ever
before, and she wasn't sure she could do what she
wanted. She focused on the memory of how he had abused
her so badly last week, and that put some steel in her
spine.

She wandered into the bathroom and found Vince
squatting, looking perfectly submissive. "Good boy,"
she praised him, even while wondering if his cock
could get so large and red without a little stroking.
"Go into the basement and put your hands on the weight
bench," she commanded. "I'll be there in a minute."

She used the potty so that she could be comfortable
for the duration. Then she pulled a handbag of things
from the linen closet, and went to the basement. The
basement was a multi-purpose area, combining
recreation with workout space, as well as a home
office. Large and well ventilated, it was also a
constant cool temperature, even when things heated up.

She set her handbag down, and went into the root
cellar to retrieve their toys. The root cellar was a
small room original meant to hold potatoes and other
vegetables. Now, it was storage for their more
unseemly instruments. Jess came out laden with things
to make Vince's life difficult.

First things first, she put the heavier wrist and
ankle cuffs on Vince. These were padded heavy leather
affairs, actually kept on with padlocks. He preferred
them, saying they made him feel like a powerful beast
that must be restrained. She smiled inwardly, knowing
that today they may very well be needed.

Vince had remained mostly standing with his hands on
the bench. Jess had him spread his ankles farther
apart, so that the brick was on the floor. He was so
vulnerable in this position, that she couldn't help
but use the crop on him. He didn't even cry out as she
gave his buttocks a nice rosy glow. She was just
warming up though.

Finally, she removed the brick and nut ring. Now he
groaned, as the ring was peeled from his tender skin.
To add to his discomfort, Jess squeezed and massaged
his aching sack, making him groan. She was surprised
to find that it appeared his sack had been stretched a
little, and she played with it while she considered.
She didn't reach a conclusion before she wanted to
move on.

Though painful, the nut play had aroused Vince. His
cock was drooling precum, and he was quite hard. Jess
thought he might cum soon if left to his own devices,
so she went and retrieved another new purchase. This
was a combo nut ring and cock ring. It looked like a
rubber 8, and one loop fit tightly at the base of his
balls, while the other fit tightly at the base of his
cock. It was cheap and effective.

She now put on a pair of surgical gloves. Vince saw
that and moaned aloud. He knew what that meant: anal
play. Sure enough, next was a jar of grease. Before,
she had used a lube that also desensitized his anus.
This time, it was merely a lubricant. He hadn't felt
her prying him open before, and the new sensation was
unpleasant. So much so that he cursed aloud. Bad
mistake.

Jess calmly stood up. "You and your potty mouth." She
moved to his head and grabbed his hair, pull his head
back. "Open that potty mouth. You need to taste what
your words sound like." He fearfully opened his mouth,
and Jess jammed her soiled fingers in. She smeared the
greasy gunk on his tongue, knowing that it was pretty
clean even if he didn't. She thought he might retch,
especially when she found his gag spot. "Now, don't
foul the room with such things again," she warned.

Back she went, prying his anus open and greasing him
up. Though he groaned when she stretched him open, he
didn't swear again. She added lube and fingers until
she had four of them jamming in and out.

Jess had assfucked him with a strap-on dildo before.
Then, she had spent minutes buckling the sturdy
harness on and affixing the dildo. That had given
Vince breathing room. Today Jess was using a new toy
called a Feeldoe, which had two ends. One bulbous end
inserted into her, and the other larger end would be
inserted into him. Because there was no harness, Jess
could pop it in within seconds, which is what she did.

"Put your chest on the bench," she said. "Now reach
back and pull your cheeks apart." She looked at his
reddish hole and the leaking grease, then pressed the
Feeldoe's head against him, and thrust in. Vince
gasped as the length of the smooth shaft slid into
him, filling his inner recesses.

Calmly Jess removed her gloves while thrusting in and
out of him. She loved feeling his skin and how his
muscles were underneath, flexing as she humped him.
She loved the feeling of power when she violated this
big strong man of hers, who was submitting to this
willingly. He may groan and moan, but at the end of
the day he was acknowledging her as his superior. Like
always, her nipples hardened with the realization.

The Feeldoe provided another benefit besides ease of
use. The bulbous end was massaging her g-spot, and
ribs on the base of the shaft were massaging her clit.
Jess found her pussy swelling with pleasure, and she
couldn't believe how good it felt. She hadn't planned
on it, but now she was going to fuck Vince's anal cunt
until she came!

"Tell me you love it," she said.

Vince found it hard to speak at all, and lying made it
harder still. "I... I... love it!"

"Yes, you do." Jess smiled at his lie, knowing it was
such. "Beg me to fuck your cunt."

"Oh baby, please no."

Jess smacked his ass, making his cheeks quiver while
leaving a hand print. "Beg me to fuck your wimpy boy
cunt hard."

It took Vince another smack on the other cheek before
he complied. "Oh baby, please fuck me, hard. Please?
Please fuck me?"

Jess was close to cumming, but not yet. "Say 'fuck my
cunt'" She was humping quite hard now.

"Oh God! Ow! Damn, fuck my fucking boy cunt. Do it,
ram me. Please!" Vince grimaced as he said it, his
inner anus getting sore from the pounding. His
sphincter was already numb. But telling his wife to do
it was a total mind fuck. He loved having such words
dragged out of him, and his hard erection proved it.

After Vince begged her, Jess gripped his hips and
began full-stroking him. His ass made sloppy wet
sounds as it sucked at her cock, and that thrilled her
even more. Close to cumming, she grabbed his hair and
pulled him back with each hard thrust. Vince and Jess
both were gasping for different reasons.

When she came, it began with a feeling like she had to
pee. Then it felt like her entire womb was clenching.
The Feeldoe inside her gave her something to grip,
which felt even better. And her orgasm seemed to last
forever, as long as she thrust. It was up to her to
continue her orgasm by fucking Vince, and she did
until her legs literally collapsed. She sat down hard
on the floor, panting like mad. When she opened her
eyes, she saw Vince was still in the same position,
his asshole gaping open and leaking a little runny
lube. If she had touched herself, that sight would
have made her cum.

She struggled to her feet, and went to his head. "Open
your mouth," she said, and she pushed the still
steaming dildo into his mouth. She mouth fucked him
for a moment, until her over-sensitive clit made her
stop. Meanwhile, she saw the distaste on his face,
sucking a cock that had just been in his ass. It was
arousing to see his expression.

"Get on the bench... lay on your back," Jess said.
Vince did as he was told, and Jess buckled his ankles
to the legs of the bench. The bench had vertical
supports to support free weights, and now had a 200
pound weight on it. She attached his wrists to the
weight outside the vertical supports. He looked
deliciously restrained.

Jess pulled out the Feeldoe and told Vince to open his
mouth. As her pussy gaped open, she she worked the fat
end into his mouth to gag him. Normally, she liked to
sit on his face and smother him, but that last orgasm
was satisfying and her clit was still sensitive. It
was better to punish him instead.

She pulled out the nipple clamps Vince had used on her
the week before. Smiling, she leaned over him and
sucked and licked his nipples, teasing them to grow.
His muffled moans of pleasure and bobbing cock were
precursors to his nipple erection. When erect, they
were still small but she was able to put the clamp on
them. His moan turned to a groan, and that excited
her. Soon, both nipples were clamped and attached with
a chain.

Out of Vince's view, Jess attached another new
purchase to a string. This was a tongue clamp,
designed to be affixed to the tongue without really
punishing the slippery muscle. She pulled out the
Feeldoe, then instructed him to stick his tongue out.
He was surprised by the clamp, and was more surprised
when she tossed it over the free weight's bar and back
down to the chain between his nipples. They were soon
attached to each other, so that if he pulled his
tongue back his already aching nipples would be
yanked.

Jess looked at him struggling to accept the situation,
and pondered what to do next. She wanted to fuck him,
feel his cock deep inside her juicy pussy, but that
wasn't the plan. She was just so horny again! Finally,
she decided to just follow the plan and fuck the hell
out of him later.

Unfortunately for Vince, the plan was novel and
mentally stressful, if not physically painful. Jess
pulled out her final purchase, an innocuous length of
polished steel rod, like a straw with bumps on each
end and two equally spaced in the middle. She held it
up for him to see, and asked, "Do you know what this
is?" Vince shook his head no, to which she menacingly
replied, "Oh, well, you will learn to hate it."

Jess set the thin metal rod on his stomach, and put on
another pair of surgical gloves. Then she lubed his
cock and jacked him a couple times, studying his
precum. More accurately, she studied where the precum
was coming out of. She doubted her plan would work,
but she'd see a video and read about it on the
Internet, and she trusted those sources.

She milked him once more, then held his cock with her
left hand. She put her thumb right on the nerve bundle
under his cock head, and held him firmly. Then, she
picked up the steel thing in her right hand and lubed
it with the stuff covering her glove. She held it
firmly as well, lest the steel slip out of her hand.
Carefully, she placed one end against his peehole, and
pushed firmly.

The pressure against his urethra made Vince freak.
Surely, she wasn't going to put that thing inside him?
But she was! He bucked his hips, successfully knocking
the steel rod away.

That pissed Jess off. Stinking wimpy asshole! She
grabbed his nuts, and gripped them hard to get his
attention. It worked. "Listen, slut, you will lay here
and do what I tell you when I tell you to. Do. You.
Understand?" For added emphasis, she clamped harder on
his nuts and twisted them.

Vince tried to agree, his head swimming in pain, but
the tongue clamp forbid it. Instead, he nodded 'yes'
as best he could, until Jess released his balls.

Jess squirted a little lube into her left palm, then
ran the rod through it. Using the same grip, she tried
again. This time, the bump in the end slid into his
urethra. Vince groaned, but didn't wail in pain. That
was good, because despite her cruel attitude, Jess was
not naturally cruel and would have abandoned the
dick-fucking she contemplated if he had shown a real
pain response.

She slowly worked the rod in, adding a bit more at a
time until she felt it on her left thumb. It was
amazing! She could feel the steel being inserted in
his cock! She relaxed her grip then, and held on just
enough to feel it slide past her thumb and deeper into
his cock.

When the rod was deep enough so that the first bump in
the shaft was about to enter, Jess stopped and
watched. Slowly, his cock expelled the intrusive rod
while Vince moaned. When the rod popped out, Jess
milked his cock, seeing how much precum there was.

"I guess you love it," she taunted. She rolled the rod
in the sticky goo, then wiped it on his exposed
tastebuds. He groaned again. "I knew you would. Want
more?"

Without waiting for his reaction, she reinserted it
into his pee canal, and slid it as far as the bump.
Then she pushed that in as well, listening to him
whine as more of his urethra was stretched. It was
fascinating to watch, and to feel his cock. She could
feel the bumps! Soon, enough was in so that the end
was down to the base of his cock. She then moved his
cock around by the rod, and his whining turned into
wimpering.

Steeling her nerves, she pushed even more in. Now she
was going into his groin an inch or more, and it was
weird to think about. She'd learned it wasn't painful,
and she'd be rubbing his prostate with the rod, so
he'd start producing more precum. Sure enough, when
she let go the rod gathered speed as his cock ejected
it. It fell onto his stomach with a gooey strand
attached.

Now when she inserted the rod, it went it fairly
easily. She played a little, bending his cock back and
forth by using the rod. She licked his shaft,
eliciting groans. Past the mental hesitancy now, he
was ready to be used.

Jess slid the rod deep into his cock, then climbed
over his legs. Now she slid her sopping wet pussy over
his shaft, wetting him while pulling his joystick back
with the rod. He groaned loudly, but it had a tone of
pleasure to her ears. She did it again, then pumped
the rod slowly in and out of his cock. She could feel
a bulge and pressed her clit against his shaft so that
the dick fucking rod rubbed her too.

Jess wanted to save her orgasm for last, so she hopped
off his legs and went to his mouth. She unclamped his
tongue, quietly asking how he was. "Sore" he said
thickly. Quickly, she pressed her lips to his, pulling
on his nipples while shoving her tongue into his
throat. His own tongue was no defense as she orally
raped his mouth. Again the feeling of power coursed
through her, especially her pussy.

She unfastened one wrist, and refastened it to the
vertical support, then did the other. She urged Vince
to slide down so that his rump was almost off the
bench and his knees were bent. More importantly, his
face was now available to ride.

Going back to Vince's cock, she told him to beg to be
cock-fucked again, to say he loved it. "Baby, I
can't," he said. But when she put her hand on his nuts
and applied pressure, he caved. "Please fuck my cock
with your rod," he said, his voice indicating he
wasn't serious. "Shove it into my dick again, please?"
It wasn't genuine, but Jess knew it was enough to give
him a head fuck. Verbalizing the lie would be enough
to stroke his submissive side.

Jess did as he asked for a few minutes, listening to
him cursing and groaning. She even pulled it out and
made him clean the rod, and she saw how hungrily he
was eating the goo from inside of his dick. She felt
herself clench at the thought.

"Do you want to cum baby?"

"Oh fuck yeath!" he said, his tongue still thick and
sore.

"Good, because I want you to cum, and cum inside me."

To that, he just moaned and rolled his eyes back in
his head, for she was fucking his cock faster with the
rod, kissing the nerve bundle under his dickhead.
Perhaps the only thing keeping him from cumming was
the ring on his nuts.

Carefully, she removed it which released his nuts and
cock. That hurt, since the rings had bit into his
tender flesh but he was now ready to cum. Almost as
carefully, she stood astride him facing his feet and
lowered onto his juicy cock. It felt good, but her
goal was to make him cum hard. To that end, she leaned
back and felt his mouth begin chewing on her bristly
nape. His tongue was making her neck wet when she felt
his cock swell.

She leaned forward and began squeezing his balls,
urging them to empty. She was fully pressed onto his
cock, and Jess thought she could feel his squirts
wetting her cervix. He grunted and came for what
seemed like minutes, filling her with gooey love.

Before he could recover, she slid backwards and
planted her pussy on his mouth. She could feel him
groaning into her pussy, but he was being smothered.
Lifting off slightly, she said, "If you do a good job
cleaning my pussy, I'll let you breathe."

Knowing resistance was futile, Vince began tonguing
Jess. Yes! She was thrilled in her triumph, making her
man clean her dirty swamp like she had cleaned his
filthy cock. She reached down and jerked him while
sliding hard on his face. When she realized he was
getting hard again, she felt complete. She came,
luxuriating in the intense orgasm she had. Vince's cum
was being squeezed out and practically drowning him,
but she didn't care.

When she was done, she got off his face on wobbly
legs. Vince was a mess, sperm coating his face from
where she had slid around on it. Even his eyes were
closed, glued shut. Smiling, she began to lick them
clean. She felt so much energy and triumph, that she
thought she would glow for days. Her feelings were
alarmingly brief, though.

"You know," said Vince in a low voice, "paybacks are
hell."

Ah, the life of a switch.