The path to the apartment block door was dark in the moonless night, the hedge on the right swaying gently due to the wind. A storm was evident off to the west, lightning glowing in the distance. It was late, just before 1 am. As a result most of the apartments were dark, as if they were empty. Rationally of course I knew it was just that most of the inhabitants were already in bed.
Reaching the end of the path I stopped in front of the intercom. As I reached out I could hear the rising howl of the wind indicating the storm was closing in. I reached for the buzzer, then stopped for a moment of contemplation.
I was involved with a woman with strong submissive elements. Our relationship was largely characterised by my dominance, her willingness to play the submissive slut and our mutual desire to push boundaries. As a result I was having the best sex of my life, almost all of which involved my PET satisfying any sexual desire I could articulate, especially those that involved her in a submissive capacity.
Every six months however, she liked to swap roles and would try to extract as much revenge as possible in one night. While I enjoyed the various pleasures that were inherent within this switch of roles, I also enjoyed the loss of control, although I recognised that was in part because I knew it was a temporary arrangement.
Even more compelling than the physical pleasure I would receive was also the possibility that I could be transformed into a mindless slut, willing to commit any act of depravity in exchange for an equally intense orgasm. It hadnt happened to date, but the concept was a long held fantasy.
This would be our third switch and for some reason I was significantly more concerned than previously. This was largely due to two factors: my awareness that she had been more tentative than she wanted to be during the first two sessions; and a conversation we had had a couple of nights ago to clarify tonight.
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