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I’m kinda tall, taller than a lot of the people I spend time around and work with, and sometimes I think about a woman shorter than me kicking me to my knees in front of her and putting a collar and leash on me and yanking me around. Pulling on it so tight I can barely breathe as I eat her out like I’m starving for it. Wrapping her legs around my head so all I can smell or see is her. Uhhhhg

“The trust is impenetrable. The total submission of any and all control gives way to her own freedom in the very calming of her chaotic mind. The noise fades to a distant hum as she loses herself in his leadership, in his Dominance. Her muscles at ease, her joints loose, all tension has fled her delicate, beautiful body. Her soothed and tranquil physical form evident by the spread of her legs, the way she rests on her own heels without a hint of tautness. Her willingness and eagerness to be at his mercy written all over her picturesque, waiting face. Her eyes deep, full of a silent screaming to be taken and given what she needs. What she wants. What she desires in the very pit of her being. Her lips trembling with anticipation and yearning to beg for what she doesn’t know how to verbalize. Her soul calls to his without a single word exchanged and he knows exactly how to answer.”

- Master Knox

Power Exchange

Tommy seemed to be your average cute twink. But once you dug a little deeper, things were not all as they seemed. He was innocent through and through, but also curious. He never acted on these feelings, but he thought about them a lot. He was too shy to speak about them, but he did hunt online for things to jack off to, and eventually he found a bit of a community. Ian was a regular chat buddy who had experienced and knew the ropes. He loved chatting with Ian. He was so free and knowledgeable. Ian kept trying to get Tommy to explore his sexuality, but he was still far too shy. 

Ian offered something he’d never offered before. The chance for Tommy to explore, but as him. Free from the shackles of his own body, maybe he’d feel more comfortable to explore as someone else! Tommy agreed, keen to explore his fetishes in a more anonymous fashion.

Navigating to a hidden and obscure site, both sat in front of their computers and the swap began. In a flash, there was a screech of an old Internet modem, before Tommy found himself in a new environment, and dressed quite differently.

Ian typed from his new bedroom and told Tommy to go out and enjoy himself. He should head down to the bar at about 10:30pm to meet his usual gang.

Tommy loved it. He loved his gravelly voice, his tattoos, his haircut, beard and piercings. He loved the command he possessed when entering a room, and the fun they had downstairs. Despite Tommy’s baby face, he was mature for his age, and being in his early 50s somehow fitted him well.

Tommy asked Ian if they could swap more often. Ian agreed to every other Saturday. Tommy always enjoyed things to the max and grew in confidence. He started drinking more, and taking some drugs. Each Sunday morning, it was hard to switch back

 Tommy took their friendship to another level. High on the power he possessed when in Ian’s body, he started to test the power play between him and Ian. Ian played along as the shy, inexperienced twink. This continued for several weeks. The swaps becoming longer and longer, as Tommy laid claim to both bodies and decreed when he would like which one. He felt invincible.

Until, one afternoon while having a coffee at a known fetish cafw, he turned his head to see.. himself

“Listen up you old bastard, I’m your new Master. And I just know you’ll want to do everything I say, because you know what the consequences will be otherwise. Isn’t that right, bitch?”