


	A Little Switch


	
Part 1

	"Come here, I want you to read something."  When Mistress calls, i go to Her quickly.  She had received an e-mail from a Dom friend of Hers.  He was to visit the next day and i was to have a session with Him.  i assumed there was some instruction for me.  The message had little to do with me.  i couldn't have been more surprised at what i read.  He was proposing to turn the tables...on Himself.   He was asking Mistress to top Him.  He knew i would be there.  He knew i would see everything.  i was quite still for a moment, trying to get a grip on what He was asking.
	"So, what do you think about the possibility?"  She was waiting for me to answer.  Thought chased thought in my head.  i wasn't sure how to answer Her.
	"i'm not sure" was about all i could manage.  This was not an entirely new concept.  Master R had hinted at some aspects of it before.  Mistress had mentioned the idea a few times.  But there had never been any real consideration of it happening.  At least, none of which i was aware.
	"If I agree to do this, I'll expect you to help."  Her words brought me out of my reverie.  me?  Help?  i had a lot more questions than answers.
	i'm a sub, i thought.  i've never had the desire to top anyone.  But, part of my position is to do as the Dom instructs, to be what They want, do what They require.
	i think Mistress knew my confusion.  She explained that i would mostly be helping with the hardware.  That was something of a relief.  The word "mostly" was a little unsettling though.  i certainly couldn't picture myself wielding a strap....or worse.
	But, this was not just another sub.  This was Master R.  i had been at His hands many times.  i struggled thinking that i would be cuffing Him.  my hands would be hooking Him to the ceiling, spreading His legs apart and buckling His ankles to the spreader.  i would be putting Him, naked, in the same position He often put me.
	"Well, what do you think?"  Mistress was studying me closely as She asked.  i told Her that i believed i would be able to assist Her.
	But there was another concern W/we both shared.  If, after witnessing Him in the position of a sub, would His dominance diminish in my mind?  Would i still be able to see Him as a Master the way  had up until now?  Good question.
	So, my already shaken mind began another mental trek.  i tried to picture Him in a submissive position...meek...eyes downcast...accepting.  i tried to envision Him groaning in pain...gasping as He was struck.  i couldn't conjure up the image.  It was beyond my comprehension.  i realized it would all be somewhat unnerving.
	But then, a different kind of thought began to form.  It was my answer.  In many aspects, He would really still be in control...at least as far as any part i would have.  
	It is always my place to do what i'm told.  This was what He wanted.  His reasons were His own...as they always are.  So, with this in mind, much of the anxiety began to ebb away.  He was not commanding me directly but He knew that by following Mistress' direction, i would be accepting His instructions.  i conveyed all this to Mistress as best i could.  She understood and agreed.
	There was one more thing.  She also let me know that whatever She might ask me to do, i was to obey.  i tried to keep my imagination in check.  i reminded myself that She would certainly not push me past what She felt i could manage.  My trust in Her is complete.
	So, it was decided.  She sent Master R an e-mail.  It would be as He requested.  Master R, with that message, became slave r.  Just like that - in an instant - everything was different...at least on the surface.
	I began to see subtle changes in Mistress from that point.  I know the look - the shift in attitude - when She slips into Her persona as Mistress L.  She was thinking, planning.  "There are some things I want you to do tonight."  I shivered a little inside myself.  It was already beginning.  I brought out the bag of toys and She began to go through it.  She pulled out several chains, some clips and the wrist cuffs.
	She wanted the chains hooked to the ceiling and the cuffs secured to them.  I got the stepladder and placed them as She wished.  She was looking at them up there...thinking.  
	"Too long, he's taller than you and they need to be shorter."  Back up I went.  I finally figured a way to shorten them.  But, the whole time I was doing it, I couldn't stop thinking that the time would come when I would have to fasten him to them.  My hands were already shaking.  I wondered again if I would really be able to do it.
	She was satisfied with the length.  I didn't put the little ladder away.  I would need it again tomorrow.
	It was late by this time.  Mistress put me to bed.  I can only vaguely remember going to sleep.  All I know for sure is that my mind was tumbling.  All sorts of questions and all of them yet to be answered.
	

Part 2

	I recall waking up.  Being a slow starter on rising, the events planned for this day had not yet surfaced.  So it was with quite a start that I recalled what was to happen.  My eyes caught a glimpse of the cuffs dangling from the ceiling.  Doubt again poured over me.  
	There was also a hint of something else now.  The time was drawing closer. After some coffee and breakfast, I was finally awake and alert.  And my eyes kept drifting to the ceiling...a constant reminder.
	It generally takes some mental preparation before any session.  I was still to sub today.  Although how that would play out was still an unknown, I had to prepare for it...and for the other thing.
	The morning was creeping by.  He would arrive around 12:30.  I tried to fill the time with mindless things but it was no use.  It was a quiet time.  It always is in this situation.  Mistress says little...as do I.  There is always a little tension in the air...anticipation.  It is palpable.  It is each of U/us preparing in O/our own ways.
	"You need to get started.   You have a lot to do."   Mistress' voice, though soft, was firm...as was the look in Her eyes.  She told me how She wanted all the toys laid out.  There was to be a place prepared for the things that slave r would be bringing.  Every time She referred to him like that, I felt an involuntary twinge.  It still didn't seem real.  The horse had to be set up and I needed to get in the shower.....tick.....tock......
	Things were getting done.  There was an apparent calm in the room.  It was only a facade.  Mistress was again in Her persona and I was attempting to still, and steel, myself.  The toys were as She wanted them.  I moved on to the horse.
	Master R had made this horse for U/us to keep.  It was tall and narrow, and offered quite a ride.  He had left the top unfinished and it had been my task to cover it.  I had just completed that task last evening right before His e-mail requesting a change of plan.  It would be the first time He would see my work.  Only, He would see it as slave r.  I wondered how He would view it from that very different perspective.  So, it was assembled.  Mistress liked the way it looked and I was glad of that.  I had a little personal agenda when I put it together.  I told Her it was "comfy".  A body takes what it can where it can find it.
	A look at the clock told me I'd better get my shower.  It's always the last thing I do.  The warm steam is comforting.  The water is soothing...allowing my mind to settle itself.  Strange things go on in the mind before one of these, or any, sessions.  There is always the realization that I am going to be very vulnerable.  That I am going to experience I rather large amount of pain...and, hopefully, pleasure.  Knowing that I will be absolutely at the whim of another person, defenseless, is always a little disturbing.  It is, however, a large part of the whole picture.  It is a conscious choice.  And it is one I choose to make. 
	As I bathe, I feel my skin under my hands.  I wonder at what it will experience today.  I wonder if it will be too much, or not enough.  I wonder if I will be able to endure what is being done to me long enough to get to the point of my own release.  I know what much of it will feel like.  I shiver in the warm water with anticipation.  
	Shower over, I pick up my little red collar and put it on.  In the mirror I see someone I can barely recognize.  It is me but there is someone else behind my eyes.  It's the part of me that yearns for what is about to happen.  It is the part of me that craves the coming pain.  It is the me that will soar as it is delivered upon my body.  It is the me that will groan with it.  It is the me that will nearly drown in the pleasure of it, come up for air, and beg for more. 
	My body is prepared.  My mind is still another thing altogether.  I step out of the bathroom wearing a robe and my collar.  I sit on the edge of the bed and wait.  The time is very close now.  All the questions I had the night before again rush through my mind.  It's never too late to turn back and I'm tempted.  But this will be such a new experience and I make the decision to go ahead with it.   I can't help another quick glance at the ceiling.	
	Mistress turns in Her chair and looks at me.  "Take off your robe, come over here and kneel."  I rise and do as she asks.  On my knees in front of Her I lower my head and wait.
	Her voice is soft and Her touch is gentle....soothing.  Her hands glide smoothly over my shoulders, allowing me to relax.  I smell Her perfume...intoxicating.  I hear Her breathe.  The room is quiet so that any movement or sound is magnified.  Time stands still for a moment.  Peace.  W/we are ready.  W/we wait.

Part 3

	W/we don't wait long.  There is the softest of taps at the door.  Mistress opens it.  What were only possibilities are now reality.  It has begun. 
	I don't look up.  I see his feet pass me as he walks in.  I hear him put down the bag of his own toys that he was told to bring.  Many of the details are vague to me in retrospect.  I do remember wanting to be as still, quiet, and unnoticeable as possible.  I wanted for just a second to melt into the carpet.  
	They are talking.  I hear him refer to Her as Mistress.  He has done so often but I've never heard him say it in submission.  She shows him what I've done with his horse and he compliments it.  She has him lay his toys out on the space prepared.
	There has been a very subtle, yet distinct, change in him.  His tone of voice is different.  His manner of speaking is that of a sub.  It sounds odd to my ears.
	Then, she tells him to undress.  I'm glad my back is to him, glad that I do not see.  It is difficult enough just to be in the same room now.  I wonder yet again if I was wrong in thinking that I could do this.  I've never heard Her speak to him in the tone of voice She is using now.  I've heard it, but usually when only when she speaks to me as Mistress.  I realize my hands have become fists, clenched tightly.
	I hear Mistress command him to assume the position.  I know, without having to look, how he has placed himself.  It is very quiet for a moment.
	She speaks to me now.  She tells me to kneel in front of slave r and say hello.  My stomach jumps to my throat as I realize this is the moment I've been dreading....afraid to face.  I can't hesitate.  Mistress speaks and I must do as she asks.  I rise and see his naked body.  He is on his knees.  His hands resting, palms up, upon his thighs.  His head is lowered.  It is my usual position before him.  I breathe faster.  I kneel in front of him.  I can hardly look at him.
	Then, he looks up at me and speaks.  It's only a simple hello but he catches my eyes.  I still am not quite sure what I saw in them.  But, at that point, I knew that Master R was still there.  Even positioned as He was, there was not a trace of doubt that He had not lost control....had not diminished in that aspect.  
	It is a relief I cannot explain.  But I knew then that everything would somehow work out well.  He was still speaking and I was trying to answer.  It was just a simple exchange of pleasantries.  But, how should I answer?
I fumbled for a few words.  I realized I had dropped my eyes.  But, he had not.  Nothing in the Dom/sub relationship had changed
	I was grateful when Mistress spoke again.  She was directing me to put his hands in the cuffs.  Out came the stepladder again.  I was shaking as I took one hand and tried to buckle the restraint.  I realized that I was very close to his face, and naked.  I didn't dare look at him.  I climbed back down, moved the ladder and secured the other wrist.  It wasn't getting any easier.  I couldn't help but think about how swiftly and easily he would do the same thing to me.
	That done, I got off the ladder, moved it out of the way and stood off to the side.  But, I wasn't finished.  Mistress reminded me that I needed to strap his legs to the spreader bar.  I took another deep breath.  Standing beneath him, I buckled a cuff to his ankle.  To attach the other one, I had to get him to spread his legs.  I was beginning to feel everything I was doing to him as if it was him doing it to me.  But, it added such an edge knowing the roles were reversed.
	Mistress handed me a gag to place in his mouth.  It had spent a lot of time in mine and I couldn't believe I was putting it on him.  He accepted it and I buckled it in the back.
	It was now Mistress' time with him.  She approached him.  His head was lowered and he waited.  I saw him there as I must look.  I had to glance  away for a moment.  But, I found myself looking quickly back and forth....wanting to see, and not.  I heard Her tell him that it was time for him to go away.  She put a blindfold over his eyes.  I don't know if that made it easier for him but it did for me.  I watched as She ran Her hands over his chest, shoulders.  I heard his gasps at Her touch.  I saw him tremble.  
	She picked up a paint stirrer....one of Her favorite little toys.  I saw Her bend it back in front of his nipple.  I knew what She was going to do but wasn't prepared for the effect on him...or me.  It landed sharply against him and a loud groan followed.  She did the same thing to the other one.  I could almost feel it with him.  Then the tap, tap, tapping against each one in turn.  I saw him react to each impact....heard his moans.		
	Many of the details that followed are a jumble in my mind.  She slapped at various parts of his body.  She used small whips on his genitals.  That he felt them all was very obvious.  She brought out a part of clips to put on his nipples.  When She handed them to me I just looked at Her.  She motioned to his chest and I knew I was expected to apply them.  I could barely do it.  It was difficult...mind cringing, hands shaking.  I got them on, finally and heard his response to them.  				
	She seemed to zero in on his nipples.  I had witnessed an exchange or two in the past and knew his were very sensitive....very.  She would put the clips on them, then take them off after a minute or two.  She did this a few times.  She would raise the bar a notch by putting Her mouth on them as soon as the clip came off.  This was another sensation I knew very well.  I nearly went up on my tiptoes as he did.
	Mistress had continued Her assault on him.  I began to observe the interaction between T/them now more than what She was actually doing.  I'd never had a chance to see things before from this perspective.  I watched the take, the give...the balance.
	Mistress got my attention again.  It was time for me to slip into a more customary role.  I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my mouth.  He was very excited by this time.  She did not stop what She was doing to him and he was responding greatly to what he was experiencing.
	I heard the question as he did.  She was offering him a choice.  Did he want those clips off his nipples?  Of course, there was a condition.  If they came off, I was to stop what I was doing.  There would be other pain but the pleasure would stop.
	Pain is a powerful stimulus.  When it is combined with pleasure it takes the body to a whole new level.  It is a quandry...wanting the one to stop and the other to continue.  There is a fine line where pain overpowers pleasure.  Mistress is very adept at walking that line.
	I knew what his answer would be before he spoke it.  I knew what mine would have been.  I would have chosen to continue, wanting the escalation.  I felt his answer within my mouth.  He chose to wear the clips.  I could not see but could feel what the decision was costing him.  But within a short time, I knew he had chosen well.  He grew larger between my lips.
	I heard Her light a match...for the candle.  She was dripping it over his chest.  I could feel every drop that landed by the reaction in his cock.  He was very close to his climax.  Some of the wax spattered over me and the little bites drew me into what he was feeling even more.  He was coming.  His whole body was tense, trembling, stretched against his bonds.  He came, long and strong in my mouth.  I heard his groans of pleasure and felt him stiffen with it, knew it was exploding in every part of his body.  And then it was done.  
	I eased him out of my mouth wondering at all I had just experienced through him.
	I released his ankles, climbed the ladder and let his wrists go free.  I moved away and tried to digest what had just transpired.



Part 4

	There wouldn't be a great deal of time to think about all this now.  Mistress sat him down and told me to get him a glass of water.  I did so.  Once again the roles were reversed.  I had always been the one placed in a chair, body spent, senses heightened.  To see him this way was so strange.  A small flash of memory went through my head when he looked up to accept the glass.  The same look I saw when we knelt face to face was there.  Again,  I knew that nothing there had changed.
	And I knew the day wasn't over.  Everything switched again.  Slave r had left at that point.  It was Master R who was now sitting in front of me...and it was my turn for that to be reinforced.  Mistress was still here, of course, but She had stepped back a little.  She certainly wasn't out of this picture but She graciously made way for Him to reassert Himself
	He had me put the wrist cuffs on myself and stood me in the same spot He had been.  He drew my arms behind me and clipped the cuffs together.  Somewhere along the line, I had been blindfolded.  He put the straps on my ankles and clipped them together.  He had placed the gag that had been in His mouth into mine.  It was a very powerful sense of deja vu.  Again, my mind can't quite put all the details in order.  My body responded very forcefully as each layer of bondage was added.
	He brought out two pinwheels...so sharp.  He began running them along my body, across my breasts, nipples...all over. The little pricks joining together, stinging everywhere.
	While He was doing this, I realized that my body was in a great state of sexual excitement.  All that had gone before had left me very aroused and I hadn't realized it was happening.  I realized it now.
	I was bent forward.  He had attached a rope to the ceiling, drew my bound wrists up and secured them to it.  He began to work on my ass.  He used His hands, a strap.  My skin was singing with the pain as He continued.  I could feel the wetness in my cunt.  I wanted, needed, to cum badly.
	His hand moved between my legs and He found my clit.  Mistress had moved in front of me and had Her hands on my breasts.  Sweet caresses turned into painful pinches, squeezes.  Sandwiched between Them, I was losing the battle with my body.  I would soon have no control.  The assault from both of Them combined.  Pain and pleasure became one and I would cum.
	I begged for it as best I could but was almost beyond coherent speech.  My mind was lagging far behind the sensations my body was enduring.  Everything centered between my legs.
	I remember finally hearing permission being granted.  Had it not, I could not have controlled myself any longer.  It wouldn't have mattered the consequence.
	Pleasure exploded inside me.  I could feel my body spasm with it.  It went on and on and I savored every second of it.  But it wasn't over.  His hand had not stopped moving.  He was bringing even more waves of pleasure.  They rolled over and over me in a tide that I thought sweep me away.
	He was slowing down, allowing me to come down from the high plateau I had reached.  I realized Mistress had given Him something.  She'd given Him a towel.  He had to wipe His hand because I had cum all over it....filled it, as Mistress told me later.
	I thought my body was spent but found out He was still not done with me.  He released me from the ceiling and unclipped my ankles.  But the restraints were not removed.
	He had moved to the horse.  He brought the stepladder close to it and I was to climb it again.  This time it would be for a completely different purpose.   He had placed the round  piece of wood on top of the creature and I climbed up to accept it between my legs.  It is smooth but hard against my cunt...especially as sensitive as it now was.
	He clipped my ankles together under the horse and my wrists together behind me.  Not even my toes touched the floor.  I could only maintain my balance by grabbing onto it behind me.  And it was very hard to manage.  I was continually moving as I struggled for equalibrium.  The movement agitated my already swollen sex even more.
	He wrapped an arm around me and began again to stimulate my clit.  I was soon floundering to maintain any balance.  His arm was sure but the sense that I was going to fall sharpened everything.  His hand never stopped moving between my legs.  The wood piece was working together with His hand to bring me quickly to the edge of release again.
	I can only suppose I asked for permission.  Recollection is once again extremely difficult.  I can only remember the sensations clearly.  I do know that I came again...and again.  How many times, I don't know.  One crashed into the other until I couldn't take any more.
	There was only one way to end it.  Part of me screamed for it to be over and part begged for more and more.  I finally managed to say the word.
	"Red...red...".  Everything stopped immediately.  My bonds were loosened and I was given the ladder to hold on to.  My sense of balance, at least, had been restored.  I found it can be very unnerving when your feet are off the floor.  I was helped down.  I sat at Mistress' feet.  I was back to where I had begun.  My body began to relax and I could almost breathe normally again.  I could still feel the spasms deep inside and closed my eyes and enjoyed them.


Part 5

	Master R packed up His things and prepared to leave.  Mistress and He said Their good-byes.  He walked out quite differently than He had walked in.
	Looking back, I'm still not quite sure what to make of it all.  I learned many things.  No two people are alike.   No two situations are alike.  We all play a different part in all this.  Sometimes roles can be mixed up.  Sometimes they can be reversed.
	It is all a learning process.  I know that I was able to do things I hadn't considered possible before.  I know I may be asked to go a little farther down this particular road.  I know I grew a bit.
	Where and how, end even if, this will all lead is still a great unknown.  But I've learned I can be flexible.  I know that pleasing someone takes many forms.  I find there's more to me than I realized and that I can be open to new things.

                                                                             ..........annie




	

					