Occasionally, just occasionally, role play in the bedroom takes on a whole new intensity and, instead of role playing, the person becomes the role and is taken to another dimension. Occasionally, what starts out as a fantasy, stitched into a session of sex. Soon becomes a situation, where anything becomes possible. Where inhibitions are left behind and the participants are removed from the real world of stresses and strife to a place totally overtaken by the acts of present and future lust and promise of fulfillment. The following is one such event. Where the players become the played and all plans become secondary to the unfolding events. Where the scene is the lasting real part of a fictional beginning.

Our love making has always been adventurous. Taboos, like our bodies, were fair game. The one life we have should not be restricted by misgivings. If it can be thought, then why not experience it, even if it is to say; That is not for me.

Time is usually the governing factor, but when it is not a major contributor of boundaries and nothing else is there to prevent total immersion, anything can, and often does happen. On those occasions, we may start out with a role playing fantasy only to finish in another place entirely.

I was to be the subservient one. This is a rarity because I like to be in control under normal circumstances. Jenni had bound my wrists and tied them to the struts of the bedstead. My feet were bound together up to my knees with cling film. (Try it, especially around a woman's body with her breasts thrust upward). I had been lightly whipped with a tassel on a silken rope. It becomes unbearable for me after only a short while. This time though, Jenni had her own agenda to run to and instead of stopping when I nodded, she switched to my genitals. The pain of the many strings of the tassel, whipping my cock and balls soon had me whimpering. I pleaded with my eyes for her to stop, but she had taken control for tonight and I was to be subjected to her whims.

The pain became something else. Instead of registering each lash as a fire in my brain, I started to look forward to each stroke, anticipating the brief flare of stabbing ache into a step upwards from what I would normally be able to bare. Perhaps the threshold had been crossed, I am not sure, but each flick took me to a new high. I was on fire and ached for the release of a climax. I was not to be so easily taken down.

Jenni sat astride my face and with a few chosen words, made me suck her labia and lick her clit. All the while, she continued to lash my cock and balls with the tasseled silken rope. Each stroke caused me to moan into her cunt and the vibration of my moans soon had her reach a small orgasm, just enough to fill my mouth with her scented juices. I would not be able to hold on too much longer. I could feel the tension build up and twitch my swollen gland. She must have realised it for she stopped the onslaught of the rope and not a moment too soon.

She raised herself, turned around and then lowered her beautiful mound back on my mouth. My tongue snacked out and lapped at her shaven lips. Travelling between and up to her button. Jenni began to move and as she got nearer to her own release, began to grind her already moist cunt on my mouth and catching my nose on her quim. She exploded for a second time and gushed into my mouth. I had to swallow her juices or drown.

Without preamble, Jenni got up from my mouth. She must have spent a little time in preparation, because she reached over to the night stand and grabbed one of her silk scarves. She blindfolded me with it and left the bedroom. It seemed like she was gone for ages, which gave me time to mentally check out how I was feeling. My feet felt a little restricted from the cling film, but okay. My balls and cock were alive. I could feel the twitches as the head of my cock lightly landed on my lower abdomen. The rest of my body felt a little cool from perspiration and my wrist felt quite bound together.

I could hear Her return. The blind fold effectively stopping any sight I had to rely on my other senses to tell me what was happening.

Something cool and sticky was smeared onto my genitals. Softly, her hands massaged whatever it was around the base of my cock and balls. "What is that?" I asked only to be told to keep quiet or suffer the consequences. I didn't ask again.

Her mouth enveloped my throbbing organ, but only briefly. I felt her move off the bed again and reposition herself on my face. I heard a click of fingers and a depression on the bed at the lower end. I set to on her cunt with my tongue and quickly became immersed in bringing her to a climax. It took me a little while to realise that I was being licked myself. I felt a rasping tongue cleaning whatever it was Jenni had spread over me off.

"My God, it's the bloody Dog!!" I couldn't do or say anything, Jenni had made sure of that by placing her cunt right over my mouth. What could I do, but suffer the administrations of Chester's tongue. What did I want to do in anycase. I was the slave here and I would do whatever my Mistress told me to do. A new concept for me.