Role Reversal
By Gwen (aka Southbaydog)
Category: "Not My Kink"
Word Count: 499

I waited till he fell asleep, listening to the rhythm of his breath slowing down - a deep, heavy slumber that was actually more like a coma than a nap, until I was certain that he was out. Only then could I make my move. If he were to wake now, not only would my plans be foiled, but there would be hell to pay - a pound of flesh from my hide no doubt. But now, it was my turn. Awake, he could easily overpower me, his strong arms pinning me down while I struggled helplessly like a fish in the mouth of a barracuda.

Ryan always slept like the dead, but just to be sure, I had prepared a delicious, filling Sunday lunch accompanied by an inexpensive Italian red wine. I commented on the recent reports in the news about the health benefits of red wine determined to find one the Ryan would like. We had recently embarked on a program of nutritional supplements high in anti-oxidants, and as he took his daily dose, I slipped in another little pill - diazepam. I couldn't afford to take any chances.

Soon, Ryan began to exhibit signs of stupor and suggested we lie down on the bed. Unaware of the fact that he had actually been drugged, Ryan said he was going down fast - like a lion on the Serengeti blasted with a tranquilizer dart - just like I had planned. I helped him off with his clothes and removed his shorts. The lion had turned into a lamb, and I was planning on lamb chops for dinner.

But first the chops needed to be prepped and tied. I reached under the bed for the canvas bag that lived there. First, I slipped the leather collar around his neck and fastened it - not too tight, but snug enough to keep it from spinning - then placed the padded cuffs around his wrists and ankles. This was so easy, I smiled to myself with an evil grin. When he woke he would be suitably immobilized, but first the poor man needed his beauty sleep. He would need his strength for what was to come.

I massaged his long, lean limbs with tiger balm, an oriental liniment; in time, his muscles would relax and feel the fire. My heart raced thinking how his flesh would sting under the tawse and cat - it wouldn't even take that much arm power. I settled into the pillows greedily reading up on the latest exploits of Charles and Lizzie in "Birch in the Boudoir" while I waited for Ryan to wake.

My pussy grew hot and wet as I read from the Victorian classic, and with a soft-tipped cordless vibrator, I pleasured myself to climax imagining Ryan's torment under the whip. A good exercise in muscle memory, I thought, for Mr. Top to have a taste of the bottom. I shoved the rounded wooden handle of the cat up my cunt and moaned as it filled me like a cock.

Very well done for someone who doesn't have this as their kink. You've captured it very well and this was very hot.  I just wish there were more and I'd like to read about Ryan's reaction when he woke.

A very well-written story ... dark and disturbing.  I felt an element of resentment from the female character while reading, one that made me think this was no loving, committed relationship.  The non-consensuality aspect bothered me ... especially the drugging ... but then, that's what a good story does.  It makes you feel some emotional response, makes you wonder where the characters are coming from and what brought them to this turn of events.  All told, I felt like a voyeur, witnessing the beginning of the end of whatever sort of relationship they had.

Well, this wasn't my kink either.. however, I can't say I've never been tempted to do something similar. I'd never actually do it of course but gods the temptation.. especially with some of those stuck up Masters who think just calling themselves a Master means they are above reproach. Actually drugging him may have been a bit over the top realistically speaking but.. who knows!

This story definitely has a dark side and it is raunchy in spots. Like when she inserts the whip inside herself and masturbates with it.. but that roughness is what makes it a good read. I wonder if knowing she will pay for it later doesn't make it all the more exciting, hmm.... good piece though.. very nicely done.

There's something very dark about this nicely written story (I think it's the use of the drug in the wine) which made the hairs on my neck stand on end. Though the story itself has the outward trappings of a F/M turnabout and, perhaps, lovers games, the edge of non-consent puts a cold sliver into the story.

I wasn't quite sure how the author felt about these characters and whether this was a gentle story or something quite different. Unsettling, but not in a bad way.

The careful, precise language - spiced here and there with something a bit more elaborate ('like a lion on the Serengeti blasted with a tranquilizer dart') - works very well here, and the focus on the procedure is evocative. I found myself missing a couple of things, though. The first is a greater sense of who these people are; we actually find out very little. A few key details to hint at a back story would have added even greater depth. The second thing I missed was an explanation of the narrator's motivation. Why is she doing this? The climax (and the climax at the climax!) suggests that she finds this very powerful, so why is this a new thing for her? Has something just triggered the desire? Again, some more detail here would help to flesh out the characters.