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He met her gaze, his expression playful.
“Mmm, this is good.”

“I bet it is, Master.” She fished a fork
out of her napkin and started eating her salad, slowly as she’d learned was
necessary now that her stomach was less than half the size it used to be. “How
long do you think it will take before I get down to the weight that Dr. Stein
insists I need to be?”

“She said it should take a year, so I’d say
you should be there by the time our trees start putting out new leaves next
spring.” He looked up at the limb nearest them. “April. I can barely wait.”

“You know, you promised that when I hit my
goal, you’d become my sex slave again.”

Matt shot her that sexy grin that always
made her heart do flip-flops. “Yeah. I’m good with that. I told you I would be,
when we agreed to pull this switch.”

“You even like being my pony slave, don’t
you?” She pictured him naked, his hot, tight ass in the air, tail swishing over
his straining thighs as he pulled her around the paddock in the pony cart. For
a few seconds she relived the day she’d had him put the cart and gear away in
the barn after finding herself unable to handle more than the slightest
exertion. It had been so long. Too long since she’d been able to exert her will
on her beloved slave.

“If my Mistress wishes, that is when she
becomes my Mistress again. Meanwhile, now that you’ve finished your lunch, come
over here and suck my cock while I finish my sandwich.”

When he unzipped his jeans his long, thick
cock sprang free. The thick barbell in his ampallang piercing gleamed in the
afternoon sun. The wretch had left off his underwear that morning. He must have
planned this along with their ride and the picnic.

He shot her a challenging look. “Do it now,
my reluctant darling.”

Keisha bent and sampled the drop of slick,
salty lubrication in his slit. He tasted good. Funny how she’d always hated
sucking cock before, when it felt so good now to take Matt in her mouth and
savor the taste and texture of him. She lowered her head, took him deeper until
his cock head tickled her throat and her lips rested against his smooth,
hairless crotch, his silky ball sac.

He’d never followed through on the threat
to quit waxing his body hair, for which she was grateful. When he’d shaved her
pussy for the first time not long after her surgery, she’d discovered right
away how much she liked the feeling of smooth, naked skin on naked skin. It
felt so good that she intended to keep shaving even after she reclaimed the
dominant position in their relationship. She might even have the hair removed
permanently, if only to deprive Matt of the pleasure of keeping her pussy
smooth. On the other hand she might not. She loved the way he always licked her
mound and labia after he shaved her, to make sure he’d gotten every last hair.

Sucking him as though he were a huge, salty
lollipop, she used her hands to knead his muscular thighs. It felt incredible
when he tangled his fingers in her loose hair, which he wouldn’t let her tie
back out of the way, now that he was in charge. “That’s right, sweetheart, my
come’s gonna be your dessert. Omigod!” He held her on his cock, stopping her
from lifting her head off him. “Suck me. Hard. Oh yeah, like that.”

She wanted to feel his cock in her cunt,
stretching and filling her. He had her wound tight, every cell in her body
screaming for a release that he might or might not grant her. Just as she used
to withhold satisfaction from him.

Oh God. He slid one hand along her throat,
lower. Caught a nipple between his fingers and pulled it, imitating the motion
she was making on his cock. It felt…delicious. Fuck, but he knew how to prime
her. Her cunt clenched and her clit swelled against her panties.

She wanted his mouth on her, wanted his
tongue lapping up the moisture she felt building between her legs. No, she
needed him to take her, pound his monster cock into her body. She wanted him to
claim her cunt the way he was claiming her mouth.

“Stop. Now. Stand up against the tree and
drop your pants. I want to come inside your hot, wet cunt.” Matt sounded
stressed, as stressed as Keisha felt.

Lifting her mouth off him, she scrambled to
her feet, slid her loose jeans and silk panties down around her ankles and
braced her hands against the tree. “Like this, Master?”

“Oh yeah. Just like that.” He grasped her
ass cheeks, the workout-toughened skin on his hands abrading her flesh as he
slid them higher, under her loose shirt. After deftly unfastening her bra, he
caught her breasts and kneaded them while he pounded into her from behind. “I
love your big tits, almost as much as I love your cunt. It’s so wet for me. Oh
God.”

“Oh God” was right. When he fucked her like
this she remembered her pony stallion, sweaty and panting from exertion,
fucking her against the paddock fence. She recalled the arousing smell of his
sweat mingled with the musk of their sex. And she wanted to experience that
again. She wanted to make her big, beautiful slave feel her dominance. But
shit! Right now she was his slave and what she wanted most was to pleasure him.
“Fuck me hard, Master. Please,” she begged. “Make me come.”

“You like me fucking you this way, don’t
you, my reluctant little slave?” Shifting slightly, he pulled almost free then
slammed into her harder, deeper.

Deep in her belly she felt it coming. The
tingling, congested feeling that demanded release. “Yes!”

“Yes, what?” He paused, his cock buried to
the balls in her.

It felt delicious, but she needed the
friction. Needed to come. “Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to come now?” His deep, hoarse
tone told her he was close, too.

“God yes.”

“Beg me nicely and I may let you.”

“Please, Master, may I come?”

He started to move again, slow and deep.
“Yeah, baby, come. Come for your Master.” With every stroke he touched her
G-spot and the pressure in her belly built to a fever pitch. Delicious.
Maddening. “Come now.”

It was as though a dam inside her burst.
Erotic sensations sped along every nerve ending. Her vaginal muscles clenched
around his naked, spasming cock. Hot spurts of his release fed her climax and
made it last what seemed like forever.

Finally spent, she slumped against the
scratchy bark of the tree, barely noticing when he lifted her and laid her on
the blanket.

Chapter Two

Eight months after the Switch

Smart-ass honky.
Keisha sighed when Matt smirked at her as he drove past the chain
doughnut shop where she’d had a brief relapse the last time she went shopping
at this mall. “So you don’t believe I learned my lesson, huh? Think I need a
Master’s discipline to keep away from temptations like that? Is that why you
insisted on comin’ along to help me buy another new wardrobe?”

The bright holiday lights bathed his
handsome face in shades of red and green. “I’m just being careful with my most
prized possession, baby. You got mighty sick the last time you treated yourself
to all those doughnut holes. Besides, I like watching you try on new threads.”
Matt pulled her Escalade into a parking spot and shut down the engine. “Get a
move on. We don’t want to be late to the dungeon, do we?”

“No, Master.” Her tone sounded so
sickeningly sweet, Keisha thought she might have used up her allotted calories
for the next week, just from listening to herself grovel. “What do you have in
mind for me tonight?”

He grabbed her hand and brought it to her
lips then practically dragged her toward the mall. “If I remember correctly,
you never would tell me ahead of time so I could anticipate my torture. Surely
you don’t expect me to give you a preview.”

“Wretch. I’d sometimes give you hints.”
Since they’d been riding the horses early every morning for the past month and
playing under that oak tree that by now had lost the last of its autumn leaves,
she’d been looking forward to their next night at Rebels’ Roost. Today, while
he was at practice, she’d even made herself come while imagining what delicious
torments he might have in store for her.

Once they were inside and headed toward her
favorite shop for clothes, he bent and whispered in her ear over the familiar
sounds of the Christmas songs that were luring kids to the mall’s Santa
display. “You remember how much you used to like watching me get ass-fucked?”

Oh yeah. She remembered. The thought made
her cunt clench. “Uh-huh.”

“I think I’ll see how you like that. Only
it won’t be quite the same.” The grin he shot her way said a hell of a lot more
than his words.

She didn’t think she’d like whatever it was
Matt had in mind, but now they were inside the store and she didn’t want to
give the other shoppers and the salesclerks an earful. Smiling sweetly at him,
she headed toward a rack full of coordinated slacks and tops. “Do you like
this?” She held up a multicolored top that looked a lot like a shortened
muumuu.

He wrinkled his nose. “I like being able to
ogle your shape, and I can’t do it if you cover it up in a tent. I want to see
you wearing tight jeans and tops that cling to your gorgeous curves.”

“I bet you do.” Her curves weren’t all that
gorgeous yet, but they would be once she hit that magic number. She was already
considering having plastic surgery to get rid of skin that hadn’t contracted
sufficiently as she lost weight, something she wouldn’t do until she took back
the reins in their relationship because she had a feeling her Master would say
no. Grabbing the smallest jeans off the rack and scooping up a magenta
turtleneck sweater, she headed for the dressing room. “You coming?”

“Oh yeah.”

Twenty minutes later Keisha made what she
figured would be her final purchase from the store that catered to plus-size
women. She had trouble believing how much she’d shrunk since last spring when
she’d had the surgery. She kind of missed the bulk. It had been a statement
about her power as a Domme as much as anything. But she didn’t miss the
shortness of breath or the constant feelings of lethargy.

She started to lift the bulging sacks, but
Matt stopped her.

“Give me those. They look way too heavy for
such a skinny girl to carry.” His teasing grin made her smile back at him.
“We’re off to Rebels’ Roost.”

* * * * *

Dungeon night. It had a special meaning to
her. To Matt, too, she realized as she took in his thoughtful expression. God
but she loved him, even if he had taken control and forced her to do what she’d
known deep down that she had to. Soft, sensual music flowed over them as they
descended the stairs to the main dungeon at Rebels’ Roost.

“Sid must be tying Talia up again tonight,”
Matt commented as they stepped into the main dungeon.

Keisha smiled up at him, loving the dark,
dangerous look of him in the dimly lit room then looking around to see that
Matt was right. Diminutive receiver, Sid Cassidy, was spotlighted as he
suspended his tiny, blonde slave above the center stage in an elaborate pattern
of Japanese rope bondage.

When Matt put his hand at Keisha’s back,
she moved with him toward the dressing rooms, liking the closeness he seemed
determined to foster between them—gentle Master and reluctant slave though they
might be.

Keisha stripped quickly and changed into a
leopard-patterned bodysuit with convenient cutouts in all the appropriate
places. Even a month ago, the last time they’d come here, she couldn’t have
stuffed herself into this outfit Matt had bought her while he’d been on a road
trip to Orlando at the beginning of the season. When she glanced in the mirror,
she grinned.
It fits fine now. I look downright hot if I say so myself.
She shoved her feet into stilettos then tweaked her nipples so they stood out.

Matt will like me this way.
With a growing sense of self-confidence she sauntered out into the
main dungeon. When she saw him it was all she could do to keep her tongue in
her mouth. Her man was beyond hot. Masterful. The black, leather body harness
he had on reminded her of the old days when she used to rig him up in another
type of harness and hitch him to the pony cart for a ride.

But he didn’t look like a slave now. No,
she was the slave and she’d do well to remember it, until she took off this
last forty pounds. Dropping to her knees, she crawled to him, excitement
coursing through her body when he reached down and pulled her up and into his
arms.

A dozen pairs of eyes bored into her as
players paused in their own games to check them out. Spotlights swirled around
the room, red and yellow and green, as her Master led her to the darkened stage
at the right of Sid and Talia. Keisha froze for a minute, unused to having so
much attention focused on her as the submissive partner in their play.

“Come on, my precious slave.” Matt spoke
softly yet with an authority she couldn’t deny. “Show our friends you’re not
afraid to follow your Master.”

Colors swirled around them as they made
their way to the stage. The lights followed them, caught the buckles on his
harness and turned his muscular, tanned body into delectable shades of dark and
light. His dark-brown hair glowed in the light, and his eyes were pools of hot,
liquid desire. When she saw his huge, pierced cock jutting straight out from
his groin, her breath caught in her throat.