Visit Two: Turning the Tables
Well, I'd been warned. That's about all I can say about the ordeal I was facing.
Mistress had told me -- warned me -- that she had things to do to me.
Unbelievable things. But I guess my imagination just wasn't the equal of Big
Linda Skrue's depravity.
Of course, at that point how could it be? I wasn't yet then the man(?) I am now.
My inevitable transformation into pointless sexual plaything was just beginning.
As yet I had no idea how low I could go. But I'd learn soon enough. Although
this was only the second night of our incredible sexual affair, it was an
occasion that would forever establish the future tenor of my twisted
relationship with Big Linda Skrue.
Things were starting to happen between my mistress and me that would alter my
life forever. Another profound, fundamental reversal of position was imminent, a
further transfer of power from me to her that would open yawning, psychic trap
doors into depths of personal domination I'd wish had remained forever closed.
Following a pattern set just the day before, it was again the darkest depths of
the middle of the night when I suddenly heard the front door slam open. Startled
I called out, but there was no response to my cries but the sharp, heavy tread
of boots in the hallway.
I strained hopelessly to move, but was only able to shift my arms, shoulders and
upper body. Then Big Linda Skrue stepped into the room, and as she turned to
confront me I saw the flash of steel-studded collars above the neck and below
the cuffs of her long, heavy leather overcoat. Immediately my heart began
pounding, and I felt a paralyzing mix of dreadful fear and desperate,
uncontrollable desire. I couldn't have moved if I was able as she slowly
unbelted the coat and shrugged it to the floor.
In the dim light from the hallway I saw at first just the savage gleam of her
burning eyes and bared teeth. Then, dropping my gaze past her spiked collar and
down the tall length of her sculpted, statuesque body, I caught my breath.
Big Linda was completely naked -- except for the aforementioned collars, of
course, and a tight, complex harness of black leather straps.
Wickedly spiked and studded all over, it supported and separated her huge
breasts, as well as looping around her back, shoulders, waist and crotch.
Buckles and rings glimmered in the faint light, and a pair of stainless-steel
handcuffs hung at her waist, jingling and jostling another long, dark object
that hung there as she approached.
I felt a thrill of fear as I thought I recognized it (what possible use could
she have for one of those?), and then she was upon me, ripping away the blankets
and exposing my helpless, naked body to the night.
I hadn't seen or heard from her since the morning before, when she left me
pan-handled and naked and once again dutifully jerking myself off, yet she
barely acknowledged me. Without a word she climbed straight atop my crippled
form, effortlessly subduing my feeble struggles and capturing my hands.
As if I wasn't already helpless enough, Big Linda quickly and professionally
cuffed me, ignoring my whimpered pleas as she locked my wrists together and
secured them high above my head. Then she leaned back, hands on her hips,
staring down at me silently, with her huge tits heaving and her panting breath
hissing excitedly between her teeth.
I had only a moment to taste the strange, exciting new thrill of my bondage, and
then suddenly Big Linda dropped atop me, her body writhing frantically, hips
twisting and grinding and roughly pumping against me as she simultaneously
thrust her huge, firmly strapped and supported breasts against my face.
Oh, man! Hands found the back of my head, twining in my hair and pulling me
forward into that enveloping chest with savage pressure. Warm, firm, taut big
breasts squashed my cheeks, burying me in the press of that gloriously resilient
flesh. Crushed and ravished beneath that beautiful big body, I could see little
but the shiny, red-golden fall of her hair that draped itself around us in a
silky, undulating curtain. And still Big Linda man-handled me around, pumping
and writhing and working herself against me in the first, urgent frenzy of her
need.
After a moment, I noticed that in her frantic squirming and pumping Big Linda
was gradually nudging my legs apart, forcing them open beneath her until she lay
between, where she began rubbing and pumping her strap-clad self against my
naked body in earnest. Yet that wasn't the only change. The circular, grinding
friction she'd previously been generating was now replaced by a more
straightforward, up-and-down vertical rocking motion, and soon I realized that
she was actually humping me.
Huh?
Driven by whatever strange, unexplained need brought her to my bed in the middle
of the night, Big Linda Skrue lay atop my helplessly straddled body, anchoring
my upper half in her embrace and grinding her mons veneris forcefully,
rhythmically up into my open crotch. Holding me down, further spreading my
useless legs wider and wider, she grunted and snarled and roughly rubbed herself
off on me.
What an incredibly strange, unexpected sensation! It was unlike anything I was
prepared for, and I was stunned into enjoying it.
So this was how it felt: being taken, being used, being the one on the bottom!
Soon I was really getting off on it, loving the butchy, masculine way that Big
Linda used her magnificent body's considerable weight and strength against my
own pinned and helpless form. But then when she heard my moans of joy, Mistress
suddenly paused in her labors and rose up, looming over me in the dark.
With her strong shoulders squared and her basketball-sized breasts silhouetted
from behind she looked imposing indeed, and my heart pounded with a delicious
trepidation as I lay there, awaiting my Big Mistress Linda's desire.
What would it be tonight? More ridicule, tit-flogging, humiliating masturbation?
Would she suck me off maybe, or would I taste her surely unbelievably sweet
pussy? Better yet, instead of just riding my face, would she at last lower
herself, and finally deign to fuck me? Seconds ticked away as I lay there
speculating, and then suddenly I thought of Big Linda last night, and my
endless, wickedly enforced efforts at masturbation.
I remembered my mistress mocking me as I played, and warning me against wishing
for her to fuck me -- implying that the greatest of my desires would eventually
prove to be my undoing. Then, as these disquieting thoughts flashed suddenly
across my mind, I heard an ominous click, as Mistress slowly, deliberately
unhooked the object that hung at her side and held it up between us.
With a gasp of shock and recognition I saw that it was a shiny black dildo, big
and thick and wickedly ridged, sporting a life-like head and a complex web of
upraised veins traveling the entire length of the heavy, upcurved shaft.
Seeing the strange mix of uneasy fear and desperate, unholy desire on my face,
Big Linda Skrue finally broke her silence, addressing me for the first time.
"That's right, Slut-boy," she said ominously, "I'm going to take you. I've
always wanted to show one of you brutish male bastards how it feels, and you're
the perfect candidate -- totally helpless. I told you I had things to do to you
-- unbelievable things. But I don't think you quite got the picture. So I'm
going to spell it out. I'm going to pound my long, black, nine-inch dick right
into you. See?" She held it up, sneering at me, and began to chant in her
derision.
"Little pig, little pig, let me in! I'm gonna hump and pump and fuck your back
door in! I'm going to rape and ram and ream you out good, fuck your little
boy-cunt you know I should!"
Big Linda laughed grimly, brandishing her giant dick. "You wanted to get fucked,
huh? You wanted me to fuck you? Well okay, Slut-boy. You're going to live up to
your new name. I'm gonna fuck you. And I'm gonna fuck you hard. I'm gonna strap
on this cock and fuck you until you cry and scream and beg me for more! So get
ready, you little slut. Here it comes!"
I shook my head at this in hopeless denial, watching as Big Linda slowly slid
that long, thick cock deep up inside her. Twisting it around and around and
liberally lubricating it with her own sweet juices, she finally withdrew it and
somehow snapped it onto the harness at her crotch. Then she moved in close, that
massive black cock-club jutting frighteningly forward.
Oh my god.
What had I done, letting this woman inside my defenses? At last I could taste to
the dregs the hopelessness of my condition, the horror of being able to
completely feel my lower limbs and body but not command them. What defense had I
against the weapon that sprouted from Big Linda's groin? I couldn't even cross
my useless legs.
Paralyzed indeed by more than just dread, I couldn't tear my eyes off it as she
approached, struggling fruitlessly as she positioned herself, propping up my
docile hips, then lifting and spreading my accommodating legs to their widest
possible access. Watching the bulbous black head of my doom approach, I squirmed
to the pit of my cowardly male soul.
Terrified, repulsed -- and yet still, in some queer way deeply excited -- I
whimpered and begged appeasingly, pleading with Big Linda not to do this to me.
But of course she ignored me completely, pausing only to fondle and caress my
swollen member and tingling balls before moving her hands lower to open me up
and guide it in.
She took me then, grinning wickedly down at my utter helplessness as she thrust
forward, filling me up with her painfully large prick.
Ahhhhhh, goddess! I cried out, fighting her brutal invasion, but she was
implacable, slowly withdrawing from me only to push forward more firmly, forcing
herself further, deeper up my tight little ass.
God damn her! Handcuffed and crippled, helpless and humiliated like never
before, I lay struggling in shame beneath my pitiless, utterly dominant
mistress, enduring while she violated me. Soon she was vigorously pumping her
hips, kneeling above me and building up a thrusting, stabbing rhythm. Every
potent stroke speared deeper, until at last her shapely hips were slamming up
into me, rocking the immovable object of my captive body with the unstoppable
force of her incredibly powerful thrusts.
Unbelievable. Big Linda Skrue grinned down at me, panting with exertion, and
with her big round breasts bobbing and jiggling between her strong, muscular
arms, her prying hands held my butt-cheeks spread firmly open, gaping wide to
receive each of those deep, penetrating stabs.
What a cruel, potent, indomitable mistress! Fearsomely gorgeous in her dog
collars and studded loops of harness, Big Linda maintained a mocking eye contact
all the while she fucked me, forcing me to personally acknowledge the
humiliating reality of the circumstances. Naturally enough, my own blushing
cheeks burned with shame, yet strangely the rest of my involuntary response was
totally contrary to what you might think. Despite the fundamental violation of
my masculinity, despite (or alas, maybe because of) my extremely humiliating
subjugation, I suddenly felt my strange, submissive compulsion come roaring to
life.
Holy SHIT! Now this was being dominated! This was being on the bottom with a
vengeance! What more telling expression of Big Linda's power over me could there
possibly be?
Before long my low, groaning response to Big Linda's thrusting hips and raping
cock began to take on a crooning note of pleasure, and instead of struggling to
bring my unresponsive legs together, I found myself straining just as hard to
spread them wider. Still she worked it up into me, pumping harder, faster,
spearing up into the secret center of my body like a merciless invader.
Eventually I could no longer hide my reluctant arousal, and Big Linda finally
noticed my bobbing, swollen erection, heard the uncontrollable moans and gasps
of pleasure that burst from my lips, and she began to taunt me mercilessly as
she pounded her hard length into me.
"Look at you!" She hissed. "You faggy, piggy little boy-slut! You love it, don't
you? You love having me fuck you! Don't you? Slut-boy! I knew you'd earn that
name! I'm never going to call you anything else now! Slut-boy! Slut-boy!
SLUT-BOY! You like my hard cock, don't you? You love it! Take it then, damn you!
Take it deep, high up into your tight little ass! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Do you feel
that? Huh? Do you feel what it's like to be fucked, fucked so hard you can't
stand it, and yet you're still begging for more? Take it then, Slut-boy! Take
this! And this! And this!"
Punctuating her cries with especially hard, vicious thrusts, Big Linda Skrue
stabbed it up into me, grabbing and rubbing my quivering balls as she did so.
"You want it, don't you?" she accused, squeezing my hard cock as she continued
to slam it up into me. "Admit it, you bastard! Beg me for it, damn you! Beg!"
I shook my head in horror at this ultimate degradation, but Big Linda would not
be denied, slapping me, cursing me, raging at me to beg her for the shameful
pleasure of her stiff, violating cock. Finally she pulled it almost all the way
out of me, demanding "Beg me, you fucking piece of shit, or I'll stop!" Then she
gently nudged the head of her hard prick in and out of my aching and now hungry
hole, cruelly teasing me with it.
This was too much, and I gave in to the inevitable, crying "Okay, okay, fuck me,
fuck me hard! I love it, I do! Please, fuck me Big Linda! Fuck me up the asshole
hard!"
"That's better!" she snarled, and cruelly drove her big black cock viciously
into me. "Now keep it up!"
Of course I obeyed unreservedly, and soon I was chanting mindlessly away, going
"Fuck me, Mistress, fuck me Big Linda, fuck me Mistress, fuck me Big Linda, fuck
me Big Linda, Big Linda, B'Linda, B'Linda, B'LINDA! Her potent, talismanic name
itself became my war cry as she renewed her plunging rhythm.
Then at last my Big Mistress Linda took pity on me, perhaps rewarding my
shameless acceptance of her violation, and in addition to pounding herself
brutally in and out and in and out of my tight little ass, she suddenly grabbed
my stiff prick sticking so straight up in front of her and began pumping on it
in equal time with the urgent rhythm of her butt-stabbing strokes.
Oh man, I almost swooned it felt so good!
Her hard cock slammed up into me, continuing my incredibly demeaning and
demoralizing subjugation, simultaneously jiggling my tight, swollen balls with
their load of come until they jizzed and jazzed with a nearly uncontrollable
need for release. But now both of her strong, firm hands also gripped my
engorged purple dick tightly, pulling back against the force of her rhythmic
strokes and increasing her fucking leverage considerably.
With the lucky benefit of my uncircumcised prick, this had the incredible effect
of jerking me rapidly up and down and up and down in a painfully hard clench, my
burning bone slipping delightfully back and forth and back and forth within a
thin sheath of tightly squeezed flesh.
Sweet Jesus, I didn't know if I was male or female or both here, and didn't much
care. All I knew was that I was out of my mind with ecstasy. Finally it was too
much, and I think I screamed aloud -- I'm not quite sure -- as I at last felt an
unstoppable volcano boil up through my throbbing, straining, hugely swollen
cock. But before my semen could spray out of me in those familiar, powerfully
pumping spasms of pure pleasure, Big Linda's pounding thrusts into my ass
finally climaxed in a supreme, spearing frenzy.
Releasing my shuddering cock at the penultimate moment, she dropped suddenly
towards me, catching herself with her hands and propping herself up on palms and
toes in order to get her entire weight behind every unbelievable stroke. Then
she began hammering away in earnest.
Sliding out to the tip of the head and then slamming back into the base again
and again and again, she delivered such a frantic succession of such incredibly
deep, painfully driving dickthrusts that I know I screamed and screamed and
screamed aloud my uncontainable pain and pleasure. Meanwhile my wildly laboring
prick finally exploded, merging invasion with orgasm at last and spraying us
both with thick, copious gobs of my hot and creamy sperm. Only after every last
drop dribbled out did the amazing B'Linda Skrue finally collapse atop me,
exhausted from her energy expenditure.
Her hard prick still filled me though, and the pressure of her heavy breasts
squashed against me was pleasant. Nevertheless, all I could do was pant and
fight for breath, basking in the afterglow of the most incredible sexual
experience of my life. But eventually she stirred, slowly sliding out of me.
Apparently satisfied at last, Big Linda Skrue rose from the bed of my defilement
and removed the long rubber dildo that had given me such painful pleasure. She
returned it to her belt, unlocking the handcuffs on my wrists and doing likewise
with them. Then, leaving me spread open wide and wet with sweat and semen, she
got into her coat and without another word slipped quietly from the house.
As I said before, unbelievable. Just as she'd promised, of course. Yet what
about me? What about my own unbelievable response? Squirming, I tried to shut
off all thought of it. Unwilling to more than obliquely confront what had
happened to me, I lay there, exhausted, caressing my aching, violated body. Then
I began to wonder what would happen when B'Linda Skrue inevitably returned.
