I have been fortunate to have had many pleasurable experiences with different women, but probably the most intense and seminal was when a lover of some time reversed the roles we had been playing for a few years. 

You see I had been the dominant partner. She told me before we met she need to be spanked. She enjoyed pain, especially a good whipping, strapping, or bare hand spanking which I delivered eagerly, knowing it would arouse her and make her want to be fucked desperately. I was frankly astonished at her desire both for pain and to be fucked hard and often. I dominated her with my cock as much as anything else. I was always ready to give her the fucking she needed. We were a perfect fit. Or so it seemed.

After some time her passion would ebb and flow, but nothing  so unusual. We would have our arguments but soon made up, usually sexually. But one day she said some things I could not abide and I went home angry. She cut off contact. Over time I began to miss her and tried to re-connect. Sensing my desperation she took advantage of it to get me to agree to a role reversal. I figured it would only be temporary knowing how much she liked to fuck and I knew I had fucked her better than anyone else. I was wrong. After an extended term of texting and e-mails requiring me to demonstrate my willingness to submit to the role reversal she finally agreed to meet me at a hotel nearby her home.

I arrived early and performed as she had ordered. I undressed, showered, shaved my genitals, put on a locking steel collar she had sent me and which she had the key, and spread out all of the toys and implements we had collected. I had purchased her favorite brand of tequila. She made me wait an hour longer than the time she said I could expect her. I found myself to be very nervous. I wasn’t sure if I was excited or scared. When she arrived I was instructed to be naked when I let her in. She knocked on the door. I checked the peep hole. When I saw her she had changed her appearance. Her wavy dark blonde hair was now even darker and straightened, parted down the middle. She wore a sleeveless black v-neck blouse with pearls and a black pencil skirt. Her shoes were black open toed heels. She called them her “slut shoes”. She was very fond of shoes. She wore dark red lipstick and carried a small purse. I opened the door hiding behind it in case someone should walk by. She looked at me as she entered through the door. She was stoic and didn’t smile. She took a seat at a table in the room and pulled out a new Zippo lighter from her purse. 

Crossing her legs she handed it to me, “This is yours. You’ll need it to light my cigarettes”. 

Then she took out a pack of cigarettes and put one in her mouth. Quickly I took the lighter and with a couple of clicks lit her cigarette. My hand was trembling. I was so excited by all of this I was literally shaking. 

“Pour me some tequila and sit down James. Pour you some too. You’ll probably need it.”

I did as I was told. 

She took a sip of tequila and a puff from her cigarette and looked at me. Then she smiled a sort of knowing crooked grin . “Who would have ever imagined we would end up like this? I have missed you James. You made me very angry the way you left, but I intend to have you, but I’ll have you my way. You need this more than you understand. It will be difficult at first, but you’ll come to like it. Then you’ll come to crave it. I will change you. Do you understand Boy?”

“Yes Ma’am”, I said in a low voice. I had learned from our correspondence how she wanted to be addressed and assumed a submissive demeanor.

“You are entirely too good of a fuck to let you go. I need a man who can fuck like you, a man who can be taught to behave, to channel all of that sexual energy into pleasing me. Sometimes I felt like I hated you, and in some ways I do. I hate you for making me want you the way I do. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am”, I answered, not really sure I did understand.

Sensing my doubt, “Don’t worry. I am going to make you understand. I am going to make you hate me James. Then I am going to make you fuck me. I told you a long time ago I was pretty twisted. I don’t think you every really understood just how much. Now you are going to find out. I have decided to give life to all of my secret desires about what I want to do to you now that you are in a more acquiescent frame of mind.  You are going to get to know things about me I have kept hidden and you are going to experience them too…, over and over. Is this some thing you can agree to?”

“Yes, Ma’am”

“You poor boy, you just want to fuck don’t you? You don’t really understand all that I require.”

I didn’t know what to say. She stood up.

“Kneel down and unzip my skirt. The zipper is on the side.”

I did as I was told.

“Pull it down.”

It was tight, but once past her hips it fell easily to the floor. She wore no panties. She never did. When I was the dominant one I always required her to shave her pussy bald, but now she had grown a triangular patch of hair on her mons, but her lips were bare and smooth.

“You’ve grown some hair.”

“Yes, keeping you completely shaved like a boy and me with the more womanly hair just seemed to re-enforce the change in our relationship. Besides, I like to think of you as my boy.”

“Yes, Ma’am”. I could see a small amount of her wetness glistening on her lips and I could smell her too. I wanted badly to lick her, to taste her sweetness, but was afraid to do something that might be wrong. She had never seemed so keen on cunnilingus before.

“You can sit back down”.

I did and she did too. She sat with her legs opened on the edge of the chair and puffed one last drag from her cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray and then took a sip of her tequila. She watched me the whole time, observing me, reading me. It made me uncomfortable and yet I could not hide the excitement I felt. She took her left hand and spread her lips apart, dipping them in her wetness and rubbing her clit.

“I want you to see me doing this James. I had to do this everyday when we were apart. I had to make my self feel good because you were being an ass. Give me my purse.”

She took out her purple cock shaped vibrator. 

“Do you remember this James? I had it when we first met. I had almost forgotten about it.”

Then she began to slide it up and down over her cunt and finally insert it and fucked herself. 

“I want you to see what I had to do without you. I did it so much, I thought about the way we were so much that, after a while, I couldn’t even cum like this anymore. It just didn’t do it for me.”

She paused, unable to speak because she was more and more aroused and continued to fuck herself harder. Then she spoke.

“But you know what? I my hatred of you spawned a new thought. Something far more exciting. Something frankly, I had considered before but never really let out of my private thoughts. Watch me James. Watch me fuck myself, because you’ll never see this again. It will be your job to fuck me. It will be your job to make me feel good and you’ll do it no matter how much you hate me, no matter what I want to you or do with you.”

She removed the dildo and stood up, took a sip of the tequila and lifted her blouse over her head. She was nude now but for her pearl necklace, a gift from me, and her heels. She still held the purple cock in one hand and picked up her purse in the other. Then she walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. God she was beautiful. Her confidence and assuredness were more exciting than I had expected.

“Come her and lay across my lap.”

I did as I was told.

“I noticed your cock is dripping. Lay with it between my legs.”

I did. I was so thankful to feel her warm thighs squeeze my cock. My cock was dripping and soon she was slick between her thighs. I began to hump her uncontrollably. She humped back pushing her pussy against the shaft of my cock. All I could think of was to fuck her to feel that wonderful pussy that I had missed for so long. I was very glad it seemed to miss me too.