A New Dynamic
By baudylaire.
As the months turned into years and the initial passions died down, it felt like an opportunity had been missed, one where we could both express our deepest and darkest kinks and perversions. The worst thing was that I felt certain that had we been more open back then, we would not have become stuck in the rut we found ourselves in after so long together.
Sophie knew my nipples were extremely sensitive, and she still occasionally played with them while I masturbated. She realized I liked it more when she looked away, disinterested as she rubbed and pinched them, and I looked longingly at her – playing the part of some pathetic submissive. When she turned to me and saw me looking, it drove me wild to catch a trace of a smirk on her lips. I always came soon after, and whatever door had been prised open slammed shut again.
Of course, although we had less sex than before, it was still enjoyable to fuck her hard from behind now and again. Sophie would say things like “Harder, daddy,” or “Thank you, daddy,” or “Can I come, daddy?” and I loved hearing it, even though it was obviously by rote.
We had fallen into a routine that achieved the bare minimum of satisfying both of us without rocking either of our worlds. Still, seeing her pale bottom pushing back to meet my thrusts and getting occasional glimpses of her dark bumhole would never grow old – especially on those nights when it was clear she had been rushing about at work all day, and the stink from her arse would float up towards my nose as I fucked her.
But the fact was, such things were like secret bonuses that I adored but could not really shout about. Sophie’s brown bumhole and the semi-regular fact of being able to smell it while fucking her were to be treasured privately. My perversions and turn-ons were mine and mine alone.
*****
That was until I walked into the kitchen naked one morning and heard Sophie say, “Nobody wants to see your little willy.”
It was completely out of the blue, and I felt myself blush bright red. Without thinking, I said, “I’m sorry, Mummy, shall I go find something to wear so you don’t have to see it?” I had never once called her Mummy, and she had never once commented on the size of my penis.
So it was astonishing how quickly we slotted into the respective roles of dom and sub. Sophie turned to me and said, “Yes. Be a good girl and lie on the bed. Do it now. I want your hands by your side. Do NOT touch that little willy of yours.”
I ran to our bedroom and did as she said. It must have been deliberate, but she left me lying there for at least 20 minutes and probably longer. In that time, I had become so erect I thought my cock would burst, but by the time she arrived, it had all died down and became flaccid. I blushed again, thinking of how Sophie had called it my ‘little willy’.
When Sophie finally walked into the bedroom, she didn’t even acknowledge me. I watched as she removed her dressing gown, and her large breasts gently swayed from side to side. I had always adored her titties – they were heavy and full – and she had huge dark nipples. Without saying anything, she climbed onto the bed and knelt near my torso, looking down at me. “There you are!” she said. “Now, I’ve been meaning to have a talk with you for some time. I’ve often suspected you were a naughty little boy, and I managed to confirm it recently.”
I lay there quietly, wondering what she might be referring to.
“You must think I’m stupid if you don’t realize I can hear it when you are inhaling deeply through your nose when fucking me from behind. Not that I can feel that much with that pathetic thing inside me!”
This statement made me feel humiliated instantly. It’s clearly a racist stereotype to think that all black men have huge cocks, but I knew two things: first, before we got together, Sophie had been in relationships with several black men. Second, she had confirmed that all of them had massive dicks – to the point where sometimes good penetrative sex with them was impossible.
“I also thought I would have a quick look at your internet history. MY GOD! What a shock I got seeing chastity porn, sissy porn, cuckold porn, and search terms like ‘dark asshole sniffing,’ ‘human toilet,’ and ‘fart slave gasmask.'”
I almost choked as I listened to Sophie say all this and found myself speechless. Literally speechless. You hear of people being speechless in books and stuff, but until now, I had thought it never happened in real life.
“I spent quite a bit of time going through your laptop and found some stories you had saved and some videos you had downloaded. I have always prided myself on having an open mind, but you really are something else. I was genuinely shocked by the depravity of your kinks and perversions. What have you got to say for yourself?”
“Wh…wha…what are your thoughts about this Mummy? Are you going to split up with me?”
Sophie burst out laughing as she moved her hand down and held my tiny cock between finger and thumb. “No, I am not going to split up with you. But things are going to have to change around here. Starting from tonight.” She looked down at me, and I nodded quickly. “The first thing you must understand is that we will never have sex ever again. Do you understand?”
I started to sit up, incredulous at what I was hearing.
“Lie back down and keep your mouth shut,” Sophie said.
Somewhat reluctantly, I did what I was told.
“I can see why this might come as a shock to you, but the fact is, I think we can spice things up and enjoy an extremely healthy sex life together without actually having sex. You will still be expected to make Mummy orgasm whenever I say, and you will get your own enjoyment too. It’s just that you will no longer be allowed to insert your pathetic little sissy willy into Mummy.”
I lay there silently, in a bit of a daze, as Mummy continued to gently stroke my cock between her forefinger and thumb. There was no doubt that it was small, and it was also true that I loved the thought of being made to serve Mummy with no thought for my own pleasure. I looked up at Mummy.
“What is going to happen then, Mummy? How will things change?”
She smiled gently, and I saw a flash of mischief in her eyes. “I am glad you asked. From this day forward, you will be known as ‘Toilet’ around the house. Whenever I shout Toilet, you will be expected to come to wherever I am immediately. However, rather than go through every detail now, I have drawn up a contract of sorts. One that explains everything and which you will read through and sign as soon as I have played with this little willy of yours for the final time.”
I looked up at Mummy and smiled nervously. “Thank you, Mummy.”
She smiled back at me. “Now, given that you have an awful lot to take in tonight, I have decided to place my bumhole directly onto your nose while I rub your little willy. You will inhale my stink throughout, and after you have ejaculated, you will suck every trace of sperm from my fingers. Please clean up and then sit down to read the contract. Is that understood?”
I nodded quickly.
“Mummy has been planning this for some time, and I have ensured my bumhole stinks. I have not washed it all week, so I expect it will be very ripe and just what my pathetic toilet desires. So make sure you enjoy this treat from Mummy, as it will be the last ever time I think only of you.”
I nodded again as Mummy removed her knickers and turned so her back was facing me. She then straddled my head and gently lowered her bumhole onto my nostrils. Feeling her taking my little willy between forefinger and thumb once more, I began sniffing for all I was worth, my mind a blur with what was happening and what would be in the contract.
*****
It didn’t take long for me to come, especially given how strongly Mummy’s bumhole smelled. I spurted for what seemed like five minutes and continued inhaling through my nostrils as I did. As soon as I was finished, Mummy climbed off my face and popped her fingers into my mouth. As she had demanded, I hungrily licked and sucked every drop of sperm off her hand and swallowed it enthusiastically. There was no denying it – what Mummy had proposed had turned me on so much that I couldn’t help but embrace this new role.
“That’s a good girl,” said Mummy as she stood up off the bed. “Stay right there, and I will be back in a second.” I did as I was told and lay there staring at the ceiling. I had no idea what was going to happen, and I was simultaneously nervous and excited. I had fantasized about being dominated and turned into a sex slave many times, but that’s exactly what they were: fantasies. Now that something like this was happening in real life, I wasn’t entirely sure what to think or feel. The fact Mummy had insisted we would never have sex again was a major shock – surely she didn’t mean it?
After a while, Mummy walked into the room holding a small leather bag. She had changed into a short dress that left very little to the imagination and wore what looked like stockings underneath. Mummy noticed me looking at her legs and confirmed my suspicions by lifting the hem of her dress to show the suspenders clipped to her stocking tops. “Hahahaha, do you like what you see, toilet?” I nodded quickly. “Well, it’s not for you, so you can get any ideas you might have out of your head right now.” She sat beside me on the bed and produced a washcloth. “Be quiet for a bit and let me prepare you, OK?” I nodded again, wondering what she meant. Mummy began to clean my willy, pulling the foreskin back with her forefinger and thumb, smiling as she did so. A trace of come popped out, and Mummy scooped it up and popped it into my mouth. I swallowed without saying a word.
“Right, now that ‘little willy’ of yours is all nice and clean, we can begin. I want you to stay exactly where you are and accept my chosen course of action. Is that understood?” I said I did. Mummy reached into the leather bag and produced what I immediately recognized as a chastity cage. “As you no doubt already know from your porn habits, this is a chastity cage. If you agree to the terms in the contract I’ll share, this device will be a near-permanent feature in your life. To begin with, I thought I would attach it while you read through the contract to see how it feels. How does that sound?”
“I guess that would be OK, Mummy. But it does look like it might be too small!” Mummy smirked as she prised the device apart. “It’s one of the smallest I could find – but it might still be too big for your little willy. But that’s not all my silly toilet – it’s an inverted chastity cage which will turn that tiny cock into a sissy nubbin clit!” I stared up at her and felt slightly afraid. It was clear I was at her mercy for now, and I dreaded to think what was in this contract she kept mentioning. I lay there pretty much motionless as Mummy put my willy into inverted chastity. When she was done, she literally clapped her hands with glee and laughed. “Oh my god! Please look at how ridiculous your bits are!” I peered down and could hardly believe what I saw.
There was no head on display; it was inside the folds of skin where my willy had bunched up. My balls looked prominent, but the rest of my genitals were pretty much flat. It felt tight but not unpleasant. Even as I looked, I could feel bolts of electric thrills course through my sissy clit. “I’m sorry my sissy clit looks so ridiculous, Mummy,” I said. I felt so kinky and naughty that I was playing my new role with gusto. “I truly am a pathetic toilet.” Mummy burst out laughing but flushed red at the same time – not with embarrassment, I suspect it was her getting turned on by what she could see and hear. “Yes, you are. And now, Mummy is going out to meet someone, and while I’m gone, you can read the contract I have put together.”
“OK, Mummy, but where are you going?”
“That is none of your business, but just read the contract, and all will be revealed.” Mummy then tossed an envelope onto the bed beside me, walked out of the bedroom, and out of the house. I lay there for a minute or two, pulling at the chastity cage and inspecting my sissy clit. Then, with a shrug, I sat up, picked up the envelope, and tore it open.
To Be Continued…?
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