Date: Sun, 8 May 2011 18:17:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paul Vanden Boogard <misfit6959@yahoo.com>
Subject: Role Reversal 8

      It wasn't until Wednesday that he extended my reach a little,
replacing the leash with a slightly longer chain.  This allowed me to reach
most of any room that he put me in, though it stopped me short of both the
telephone and the front door, which allowed him to sit somewhere nearby
while he instructed in each task, scrubbing the floors and counters,
cleaning the rugs, doing his laundry, etcetera.  As I had done to him, he
made me scrub the toilet daily, and the only time I was allowed to use it
was when he was flushing me out, after which he would wash and shave me as
the shackles and chains didn't allow me to do it myself, leaving the butt
plug out so I was ready to fuck at his leisure.  He stopped me often in my
work to suck his cock or kiss is feet, and even held my head in the toilet
one evening while he fucked me.  My meals were still served to me under the
table, however, and if I finished eating before he did I was made to kiss
his feet until he was done.  If I wasn't being used, I was told where to
sit or stay, and was then ignored until he wanted me again.  It was on
Friday night that I was first allowed to sleep in his bedroom, chained by
the leash onto the floor at the foot of his bed, where he left me to go out
drinking at the bar.  Though he wasn't drunk when he came home, he was
certainly feeling good.
      "There's my little whore son," he said cheerily as he walked in.
"Come drink Daddy's piss."
      He whipped out his cock and stood there in the doorway, leaning
against the frame.  Crawling over, I opened my mouth, and he let it out in
a gush, forcing me to swallow as fast as I could.  Stripping down, he
pulled a chair within reach of my leash and sat down in it, sticking his
cock in my mouth and holding my head still so he could fuck it.  I choked
and gagged several times, but he continued, closing his eyes and moaning as
he shoved his cock in again and again, his head swinging slowly from side
to side.
      "Yeah.  A hot, wet pussy hole."
      I was unable to swallow, my spit running down his shaft and around
his balls while he pushed in so deep he was crushing my nose.  I could tell
he was about to shoot his load when he picked up his rhythm, gulping to get
enough air for the final moment when he shoved his cock all the way down my
throat.
      "Aw, yeah, cunt.  Yeah, yeah, yeeeeeaaaaagh!"  his cock pumped its
contents straight into my stomach, and I gasped for breath when he finally
let me go.  He didn't even move the chair, but got up to wash himself off
in the bathroom, pulling on a pair of boxers before climbing into his bed.
      I began to realize why he had chained me in his room, as he woke me
up three times so he could piss in my mouth, and didn't have to stumble
down to the bathroom.
      It wasn't until Saturday that he finally let me off the chain.  He
had been very hard on me all week long, and after the spanking I had
learned quickly to obey him.  I began the day by making him his breakfast,
then was put to work cleaning and organizing all of the closets and
cupboards, washing down the walls and wiping off the shelves, and boxing up
old clothes and other items we never used anymore.  The only time I was
allowed to stop was to eat, or kiss his feet, or suck his cock, and only
twice during the day was I allowed to pee.  He had bought another dog dish,
a smaller one, which I was now allowed to fill with water to drink from.
Any time he needed to leave the house, though, I was chained beneath the
dining room table.
      "Pick my clothes up and put them in my bedroom," he instructed me as
he sat to watch a movie that evening, peeling them off to relax naked on
the couch.  The hair on his body had begun to grow back, leaving a dark
shadow in the center of his chest and around his cock and balls.  Gathering
them up, I returned to spend the night between his legs, my face buried in
his crotch.
      "Alright, cunt, climb up here and fuck yourself on my cock."
      It no longer hurt when he entered me.  I had worn the butt plug for
an entire week, and had been fucked nearly every night, learning to relax
my asshole so he slid easily in and out without it contracting painfully.
      "Ah, yeah, that's right slut.  Now jack your little cock for me.  I'm
gonna let you cum tonight."
      He hadn't allowed me to touch myself all week either, and my cock
immediately grew hard in my hand.  I was actually enjoying the sensation of
being fucked in this position, his cock riding up and down on my prostrate.
It seemed, too, that he couldn't penetrate quite so deeply, though it may
have been that I was just relaxed enough to accept is entire cock.
      "That's what I like to see.  My own son fucking himself on my cock."
      I was breathing hard and riding him, and knew he was about to blow
his load when he grabbed my hips, my orgasm just reaching its peak as my
cock erupted onto his chest.
      "Yeah, that's right, squeeze that hole, bitch."  He grabbed my collar
and pulled me down on top him, driving his cock in hard as he let loose his
load.  Panting and heaving, he pushed me back off onto my knees, sticking
his cock into my mouth to be cleaned.
      As always, the butt plug was returned to it place up my ass, and I
was allowed once again to sleep on the carpet at the foot of his bed.  To
my surprise, he didn't chain me in place, nor did he chain me up the next
day, though I still wore the shackles, chains and collar.
      The week days became a ritual, my Dad releasing my from beneath the
table to remove his shoes and run them to the front hall when he came home
from work, massaging his feet with my hands until he told me to remove his
socks and kiss them while he read the paper.  After I was fed, he'd have me
do one chore or another, stripping himself naked to relax on the couch and
watch TV, sending me to put his clothes in the bedroom and calling me over
often to suck his cock or spread my legs so he could play with the butt
plug.  On occasion he would play with my balls or stroke my cock, but he
would never bring me close to orgasm, or take my cock in his mouth.  Other
evenings, after giving me a list of work to do, he would go outside to do
the yard work.
      It was when I picked up his clothes to put them away that Wednesday
evening that I realized my stupidity.  He had been leaving his keys in his
pants pocket, and attached to them was the key that opened the locks on my
shackles.  I almost stopped and freed myself right then and there, but for
some reason decided to wait.
      I had to have a plan.
      I knew that once I got free I could keep him from chaining me up
again.  The question was, what did I do then?
      I knew what I wanted to do.  I wanted to chain the bastard up and
treat him just as he had been treating me.  The problem was that, at the
moment, he was the one holding the job, and if I resumed control, I wasn't
going to allow him that freedom.
      I wasn't going to allow him any freedom, just as he didn't allow me
any.
      But that didn't mean that I couldn't find a job.  There was still
enough money in my account to keep us for at least a couple of months.
      Whether by fortune or fate, my Dad was outside Thursday evening when
the phone rang.  It startled me so much I nearly jumped out of my skin, but
fumbled to grab it before it rang a second time, glancing out the back door
window to see if my Dad had heard it.
      "Hello?"
      "Hello, this is Mr. Holgoth from Holgoth's Nursery.  Is Mark there?"
      "Uh, this is," I replied, surprised that someone was calling me and
watching nervously out the window.
      "Oh, good.  Mark, I was down at the hardware store today talking to
Mr. Rees, and he recommended that I call you.  I am looking for a yard
manager here at the nursery, and he said that you were the best candidate
that he could think of."
      "Uh," I was totally taken aback, not sure what to say.  "But, it's
almost winter."
      I heard him laugh, and I liked the way that it sounded.
      "Well, that's very true, but I'll have plenty of work for you,
believe me.  Are you employed right now?"
      "Uh, no," I berated myself for beginning every sentence with `uh.'
"Actually, I'd be very interested in your offer."
      "Well, if you can start Monday, the job is yours.  I'll give you a
four week probationary period, but from what I hear, you won't need it.
Does that work for you?"
      "Uh, yes Sir!"
      I hung up the phone, my whole body shaking.
      Monday.  Holy fuck!  Monday.
      I was worried that guilt was written all over my face when my Dad
came back in the house, but he seemed to pay no attention to me as I wiped
at the dining room floor.  I was already making my plans, and as he was
fucking me later that evening I was determined that it would be the last
time.
      Thankfully, predictably, he had me remove his shoes and kiss his feet
when he came home from work, feeding me and stripping himself naked again
for the evening, with every intent of having me serve him.  Walking his
clothes to his bedroom, I removed the keys from his pocket, keeping a tight
fist on them so they wouldn't jingle as I unlocked the cuffs from my wrists
and ankles, pulling his pants on and dropping the keys back into the pocket
before I strolled back into the living room with the cuffs dangling from my
hand.  It wasn't until I was standing right in front of him that he looked
up at me, and I loved the expression of shock and surprise that crossed his
face.
      "You goofed," I said smugly.
      He rolled away from me, trying to get off the couch, and I jumped on
his back, bearing him onto the floor.  When he tried to push himself up I
knocked his right hand out from beneath him, dropping him hard once again
as I grabbed his wrist and wrenched his arm around behind him.  Struggling
to my knees, I place one on his back and held my weight on it as I clasped
the cuff around his wrist.  I had to fight him for his other arm, but I had
the advantage, and soon I had that one behind him as well, locking it in
place with the other cuff.
      "In fact," I put my hand on his face and held it to the floor with
all my weight as I growled into his ear, "you just made the biggest mistake
of your life."  I wrenched his arms up behind him until he shouted in pain.
      "Or maybe not," I said as I wrapped the length of chain around his
neck, holding it in place as I straddled him and locked it to the chain
between his wrists.  "After all, you're the one who likes to be a slave and
a bitch.  Well, thank you for teaching me."
      He was in too much pain to respond, his eyes squeezed shut and his
mouth open as he groaned with each breath.  Leaving him lie there, I went
into the bathroom to finally remove the butt plug from my anus, taking the
time to wash it and clean myself up before I went back to him.
      Now the butt plug found a new home in his asshole.
      I sat back on the couch and heaved a heavy sigh of relief, watching
as he writhed on the floor.
      "Holy fuck, the things you put me through, you bastard.  Do you have
any idea what I'm going to do to you now?"
      He shook his head, his face still contorted in pain as he tried to
roll himself onto his side.  For all of that matter, I didn't know myself,
but I was definitely going to take it up a notch.  Leaning over, I dug
around in the tool box for the whip, standing to swing it hard across his
ass.
      "Ahh!" he screamed out loud, trying to roll away.  I swung the
leather straps again, listening to the resounding "smack" as they met his
ass cheek.
      "Do you like this now, bitch?" I said as I swung again and again,
putting all my strength behind each lashing.  I was furious with him for
having made me his captive, for abusing me and degrading me and fucking my
virgin ass.  He had had no right to.
      He was bawling and sobbing beneath me before I stopped, his bright
red ass beginning to welt.  It made me feel incredibly powerful, making my
Dad blubber like a baby.
      "No" I thought as I looked down at him, completely ambivalent about
the pain he was in.  "He isn't my Dad anymore.  All that changed the moment
I got free."
      I unwrapped the chain from around his neck and stretched it down
behind him so I could attach the other pair of cuffs to his ankles.  He
didn't resist me, his whole body still quaking with his sobs.
      Now he was going to be my slave.  A real slave.  Nothing more.
      Grabbing the chain between his wrists, I stood to pull him up onto
his knees, then clenched my fist into his hair.  He groaned painfully as he
sat between his feet, the skin of his raw ass cheeks tightening.
      "Did you have fun with me, bastard?"
      I could see the tears welling around the corners of his eyes, his
mouth open as though in a silent scream.  I didn't care if he answered me
or not.  Whatever his answer would have been didn't make a difference.
      In fact, nothing made a difference now.  I was back in control.  The
only difference was that I understood it now.  He had given me that
insight.
      "I do hope you're happy now," I said as I looked down on him, tugging
at the back of his head.  "Not that I'm going to care anymore whether
you're happy or not."
      He closed his mouth and swallowed, but still didn't open his eyes.
      "And if you don't like it, well, you only have yourself to blame.
You had no right to do that to me.  I never asked for it."
      At last his eyes cracked open, but he wouldn't meet my gaze.
      "You, on the other hand, did.  And now you're going to get more than
you bargained for."
      It wasn't that I was still angry at him.  I just knew how it was
going to be.  I threw his head forward and let him go, nearly sending him
face first to the floor.  Unlocking the collar from around my neck, I put
it in its place around his and clicked on the lock, then unhooked the chain
hasped between his wrists, drawing it up from his ankles to clasp it to the
back of the collar, making it impossible for him to sand.  Then I undid one
wrist cuff and allowed him to bring his hands in front of him before
locking it back in place, the short foot of chain still strung between
them.  Unhooking the chain from the collar again, I strung it up between
his legs and locked it back between his wrists, binding him as he had had
me bound.
      It only seemed natural to attach the leash and lock it onto the
eyebolt he had installed on the floor.  That's how slaves were kept.  I
understood it now.  Sitting down, I pushed my foot into his face and
stepped his head to the floor, turning on the television to watch
something.  I had no need of him right now, and he could stay right there
until I did.
      It was only then that I started to feel my cock get hard.  It had not
been a sexual power exchange.  It had been a complete change of power, with
me overthrowing him.  Now that I was in control, however, I had every
freedom to debase him, and the power to do so turned me on.
      I could have had him suck my cock right then and there, but it wasn't
about that anymore.  Yes, he was going to suck my cock, but it wasn't an
urgent matter.  What did matter was that he was only a slave, and from now
on I intended to treat him as such.
      With is head still beneath my left foot, I moved my right in front of
his face, grinding the ball of my foot on his lips until he opened his
mouth and started to lick it.  I laid my toes over his mouth so his tongue
could dart between them, his nose pressed into the arch of my foot.  At
last I allowed him up so he could suck on them properly.
      There wasn't any resistance from him.  He was as familiar with his
place as slave as he had been when he was Master, and knew the
expectations.  He also knew that I would whip him again if he didn't resign
himself to being my slave.  After all, he had taught me the power of
punishment.
      It was nearly an hour before I was finally able to truly relax, both
of my feet having been thoroughly massaged my his tongue.  I unzipped my
pants and waved my cock at him, then relieved myself in his mouth before
getting up to make some popcorn and grab a soda.  Tomorrow was Saturday,
and I had been out of touch with things the last two weeks.  The gardens
were quickly fading as the October slid toward November, and though I had
been able to see some of them through the window, I had no idea what their
true condition was, and was eager to get outside and tend to them.  I was
excited, too, about the new job, and knew that somehow I would have to deal
with my dad's sudden absence from his.  As for my dad, well, I was ready to
take on the responsibility of being his Master.
      That was a difference, too.  Last time, he had had the freedom to
take care of both himself and me.  This time, however, I would be taking
care of me.  And I would have to take care of him as well.
      "Stool."
      I didn't need to force him or guide him.  We both understood that my
command would be enough.
      I propped my feet up onto his back.
      "When you wish to speak, you may ask for permission by placing your
face on the floor between my feet," I said, not worried about whether he
paid attention to me or not.  If he missed a rule, he would learn it in due
time, and be punished for breaking it.  "Unless I give you permission to
speak, the only things I want to hear out of your mouth are `Yes, Master,'
and `Thank You, Master.'"
      There was a moment's pause before he said "Yes, Master" into the
carpet.
      "Of course you realize that you'll never get another chance.  If I
ever decide to allow you any freedom, you're going to have to earn it
first."
      He assimilated the information before responding.
      "Yes, Master."
      There was nothing more to say, so I finished watching my movie,
setting the last few crumbs of popcorn in front of him before getting up to
get myself another soda, pulling my pants off and hanging them in the
bedroom before I returned to the sofa.  When he had finished licking the
bowl clean, leaving only the seeds behind, I picked it up and set it aside,
spreading my legs so he could crawl between them to suck my cock.  I didn't
need to tell him to, nor did he need to ask my permission.  It was simply
expected.
      I owned his mouth now, and it belonged around my cock whenever it had
the opportunity.  It took quite a while before I finally reached orgasm,
reaching down to stop his sucking as I let my cock pump its load into his
mouth.  Sighing, I put my feet back up onto his back, watching as the
aliens trampled over the invading human race.