Switch

Switch a Fantasy Novel

By Reverie

October 10, 2003

Copyright 2003 by Reverie

Introduction

This book is a fantasy, no part is real and I know nothing about the real sexual preferences of the characters used. Saying this another way – the book is fiction.

Chapter Bedroom

Ruth

My name is Ruth, star of the silver screen. I am in a bedroom that was once used by JFK and Marilyn and I am about to try to live out a fantasy. I have on a special necklace with a large ring. It's not really a necklace but it is around my throat. A soft pink satin blindfold rests across my forehead. I have a set of beads that hang from a string around my hips that hide my sex but provide it no protection. Mistress Amanda is putting me into the final pieces of my costume for the evening just as she has directed all of this week's activities.

The last item is brought out. I have been working for weeks to be able to do this. It is a collar with a set of mittens that hold my hands behind and way up my back. Most people can't even get their hands to this position but I intend to keep my hands there for about an hour. I am in great shape and very flexible but it has taken stretching, yoga and just plain practice to be able to meet this goal. I am doing all of this for myself to be able to fulfill a dream I have had for many years, the dream of being a helpless bound slave for a Roman General. Such a strange dream, not if you're into dominance and submission. If you are not then this story is not for you.

With my arms in place, Amanda whispers several things in my ear that have a direct impact on my libido. My sex grows hotter and I close my eyes to concentrate on the images that she has just provided. They open again as I feel Mistress clipping the y shaped leash to each of my nipple rings. I am left tethered by this chain of fine gold to a chair. Mistress departs and I hear the clicking of her heels as she leaves the soft carpeting of the bedroom and then travels the hardwood of the hall. I will have to wait for my fulfillment.

I think for a moment about what is going on nearby. In two similar rooms two other blond female celebrities have males, bound as puppies. These ladies, fulfilling their fantasies, will shortly use their puppies. In a third room Jane and Brad are certainly doing something spectacular but predicting who is doing what with whom at any given moment would be impossible.

I hear the door close and the Roman General is taking up my leash. He looks the part in a tooled leather chest plate that is gilded and a short skirt of leather strips. His legs extend into roman sandals. He is not a Hollywood hunk. In fact he's a distinguished looking man in is late fifties, one who I first met four months before. He is graying about the temples and really looks like a veteran of the wars with his sun creased face.

Jim

She is beautiful, helpless and so inviting. Since it is her fantasy I have been carefully instructed as to my role and the lines that I should say. I gently tug on her chain and direct her to crawl to my feet. I position the blindfold over her eyes and tell her about the punishments that await a slave who does not satisfy the General. Her already stiff nipples come to even further attention and the rings seem to stand on their own. I remove and position the necklace to it real location and I feel the sense of power and control that I hold over her. These are the keys to my stimulation and I am fully ready.

The real story of how I came to be doing this, the week just past and the many things that lead up to this moment make a story that will leave my libido saturated and a smile on my face for years after my death.

Here is the story and it begins in a most unlikely way.