Exchanging Power for One Hour ( part 2 )

r. stood and looked in their cooler and whined, "J's almost out of beer, I need more wine, and we need snacks. And, I need some more tokes off that roach !"
It was briefly discussed that I, the lowly worm, should go back to their house for everything but j. and R. weren't comfortable with smoking weed on the beach. So, it was suggested I go with r. and help her round stuff up.
"Can he be my slave ? " r. asked and guffawed loudly. R. looked at me and asked, "Want to be her slave for a little while ?" I nodded and murmured, "If you so desire, mistress " and I looked suitably submissive.
"HOOOO DAWG !" r. blurted.
"Okay, he'll be your slave for one hour, "R. explained. " He'll have to do whatever you say, he's turning over power to you. I ask that you don't damage the goods, I don't want any lasting marks on him. "
"Can I ride his face ? r. asked and laughed again, but, with a little hope.
R. smiled and said, "Yes, but, he can only touch you with his tongue. He can't be putting his hands on you, and, to recite the main rules of the BDSM clubs we attend in the big city, 'there will be no insertion by an erect penis into a vagina, anus, or mouth with resulting ejaculation' ! "
"WOWOWWW !" r. enthused. "What if he gets all hard and everything ? We don't want him getting blue balls do we ? "
" He can handle some blue balls, besides it's not all about him, "R. said, laconically. " Hey, if it makes you feel better, just for laughs, make him jack off for you. He's good at that, too. " r. hooted excitedly, like a retarded hyena. R. rooted around her huge beach bag and produced a pair of handcuffs ( police issue ) and a key. r. howled excitement. "He won't put his hands on you with those. Use old pantyhose if he needs more restraint."
" I WILL !" r. promised. j. barely acknowledged our departure, so focused was he on the swaying dick in the sheath. r. had dozens of questions on the short walk back to her house. Some were personal, but, I was obliged to answer. The main one " "When did you first realize that you were into this shit ? " I related the story of finding a paperback porno in an older cousin's things with a variety of smut stories in it. One of them was BDSM themed. A tall blonde femme fatale drugged a guy who had wronged her. He awoke stripped and hog-tied. She whipped him with his own leather belt, then, crushed his testicles under a stiletto heel. "The semen flowed onto the floor", it stated, sparking an erotic wire deep within me. r. whooped a laugh and her eyes flamed otherworldly green.
Once at their house, she ordered me to strip immediately. Now let me just say, I have a really normal penis. It's exactly six inches fully erect. I do have some thickness, like the tube in a toilet paper roll, but, here I am peeling off a wet bathing suit. "Wow, you're bigger than j. !" she drawls, and I'm thinking, "Poor him !" She ordered me to the bathroom for a shower. I washed off salt water and sand, lathering my genitals and anus. I dried off and returned to the kitchen area where she quaffed a fresh wine and soda and fired-up the roach. She passed it to me and fished the cuffs out of her bag. "Hands behind your back ! " I complied and she locked them on. She pulled me back to the bathroom and made me lay on the bath mat in front of the shower. Off came the ancient white bikini as she smiled down at me. No shit, she had centerfold quality breasts, worthy of worship, naturally full and pink tipped, flower bud nipples. The bottoms dropping revealed a fan shaped mat of carrot orange pubic hair, with a large labia and clitoris protruding lewdly. She lathered and rubbed all her bits, particularly her crotch and asshole. She dried off in the stall, but, stepped out over me, and opened her cunt. "Roll over, let me see that dick ! " I did and she was delighted that I was fully erect. "Fuck yeah, big ol' hard cock ! " She lowered herself onto my face, where she grinded and bucked and yowled like a mama wildcat. I found her clit and labia and sucked and nipped, and licked and she responded with a powerful lust.
"Oh yeah, THERE ! RIGHT THERE, OHHH,FUCK,PUH-LEEZE ! " and...
"My asshole ! My ASSHOLE ! THERE ! RIM ME YOU SICK FUCK !" and, I did for all I was worth. After she had come at least a dozen times she climbed off, rubbed those gorgeous titties on me and kissed me hard, with great passion. "You don't know how much I want to get on that hard on and RIDE you !" she said. She swabbed her dripping wet pussy with a wash rag and stuffed it in my mouth. She dragged me to a musty spare bedroom, cluttered with boxes, and a few mismatched bar stools. She adjusted my cuffs around to the front, and tied me over a barstool, securing my feet to it with pantyhose. "Don't go anywhere !" she laughed and left. She returned, and I heard clacking heels. She was still nude except for a pair of black stilettoes. She had with her a red plastic ruler,a wooden yardstick, and a brand new fly swatter. She put a piece of wide masking tape over my mouth and the pussy juice rag.
"Ooooo, it's like I'm a serial killer torturing my victim for my sick thrills ! Think on that one WORM !" I did and my dick got harder. She did her best to make it soft with all manner of ruler and yardstick whipping on my ass and legs. Then, she unwrapped the fly swatter and employed it. Even if she hit me hard as she could, that wouldn't hurt me. But, she tried, wailing away. At one point she said, "Goddamn, this is making me wet again !" She left, briefly, and returned with a small glass pipe, and crammed the roach into it and blazed it with her Bic. She blazed it several times, realized the pipe was hot and stuck it to my red ass. I responded with a harsh bark of pain, and you could see the excitement in her eyes. She began heating the pipe and sticking it to my ass, legs and back. She began cooing, moaning and grunting as she would press the hot glass to me. My cries obviously excited her. She untied me, but, retied me in a kneeling position, a pillow under my knees on the hardwood floor. My cock remained hard and she whacked it with the fly swatter, She lit a cigarette and would hold it close to my nipples, and nuts and glans penis, and laugh as I yipped and jerked. She ground her wet crotch into my face, smearing it with pussy slime. She pushed me over onto my stomach and stood on my nuts with one heel and, after making me slather the other heel with saliva, inserted it in my anus. "AGGGGHHHH!" I moaned loudly. "SUFFER BITCH !" she laughed down at me and she squeezed those tits, lifting one pink nip to her outstretched tongue. Not long after, my semen didn't so much "flow forth onto the floor" as it leaped out in hot sticky ropes , copious and messy, befouling a pair of j's house shoes.
"Well ! I guess you got off ! I did too ! Time to kill you !" And, she cackled with insane delight. She untied me and we gathered our supplies and returned to the beach. She grabbed R. after giving her a fresh beer, and dragged her off down the beach, giggling. R turned to me saying, "Tell me ALL later !" The gay boys were gone, and j. looked a little bummed out. I chatted him up, tried to draw him out. He finally asked me, "What if I wanted you to be MY slave for a little while ? Would you jack off for me ?" I called his bluff with an "Ask R. !" and he stared off into space. "I mean, what's your thing, j., what gets you off ? I'd love to know !" He peered at me and smiled saying, "I can't explain it. I'll take you out one day and show you. It's complicated..." And, it fucking sure was !