When The Tables Turn

Part 1 – Blast From The Past

She drove into the parking lot, and pulled into a space close to the door. She was running so late, and still had one stop left to make before meeting Mark at the play party. She was looking forward to the evening, as they had both been too busy with work and hadn't had much time lately for anything past the mundane. Getting out of the car, Megan's short leather skirt rode high up her thighs, exposing the soft creamy white skin and her freshly shaven cunt. She stood up, adjusting her skirt and tugging the sleeveless red latex top into place, the zipper down enough to expose cleavage.

She hurried into the store, her stiletto heels clicking on the tile. Looking at her watch, she saw she didn't have time to browse and went straight to the paddles. Master had broken his over her firm ass the last time they played, and he had instructed her to purchase a new one before tonight's party. Megan perused the selection and reached for a large rectangular wooden paddle with a heart cut out. It was smooth and cool to her touch.

She felt the hot breath on her neck as the strong hands gripped her shoulders.

"Hello baby. You always did like the toys that marked that perfect skin of yours, didn't you?"

Megan gasped, her pulse racing at the sound of his voice.

She turned her head, his hands still on her shoulders. She looked at him, her stare drawn to his ice blue eyes. Oh, God, those eyes. She felt her past resolve waver for just a second, the scent of his cologne and the crash of sensations making her head spin. For just a second, two years fell away, and more, and she was at his feet again, not Mark's. Then she took a second breath and with it, the other memories came back. And so was she.

"Is there any reason that you are speaking to me, Ryan?"

"Aw, baby, don't be that way. I saw you and I wanted to say hi. You can't still be mad at me?

She jerked away from his grip, and wheeled around facing him. Damn him, why did he have to look that good. She realized her hand was shaking, and she laid down the paddle, not wanting him to see her tremble. His smile told her that she was too late.

She narrowed her eyes at seeing that smile, the ever- present smirk still there, taunting her.

"I don't have time to play your games, I'm late as it is. There is nothing to say. Leave me alone."

She grabbed the paddle and headed up front to pay, leaving him standing there alone. She didn't turn to see if he was still there or if he had left. She was still fuming as she left the store with her purchase. She headed for the car, searching in her purse for her keys.

Looking up from her search, she saw him. There he was, leaning against her car. She understood why every woman wanted him. She truly did. How many men looked like that? She glanced at his still muscular physique appreciatively, even if disgusted by the sight of him. Sunglasses now shielded his blue eyes, his blonde hair blowing slightly in the cool breeze. She couldn't help but remember that body, the strength, the decisiveness; the dominance as he took her places that at the time, she didn't know existed.

"I should have known you wouldn't stay away. You can't stand to not get your way, to not be the center of a woman's world. Well, you're no longer the center of mine. Get away from my car, I'm leaving."

She moved closer to the car, unlocking the door. He pushed her up against the car, pressing his firm body against hers, his face inches from hers and smiled. He whispered into her ear, his hand sliding up on her thigh.

"Baby, I know you. I know what you want and how you want it, and you know I can give it to you. Remember Megan, I know what makes your cunt quiver, how to make you beg, how to make you crawl. You know you still want me. Come with me Megan. We'll go for a drink and talk. I've changed baby, I'm not the self centered bastard from two years ago."

She bristled at the familiar arrogance, reminding her of why she had left him in the first place, or at least one of the reasons.

"Yeah, and I'm not the same starry-eyed girl who believes your every word, now MOVE"

He slipped a piece of paper down the front of her shirt, pressing his lips to her neck. That place just under her ear, the one that made her knees go weak, and her breath come in short gasps. Oh God, he remembered.

"Here's my cell phone number baby, call me."

With that, she pushed him out of the way, and jumped in the car. Grinding the starter as she started the car, Megan backed out, squealing the tires as she pulled out. She wiped angry tears from her eyes as she sped down the road. How dare that bastard think he could just move back into her life at will? Who the hell does he think he is?

Megan went through the rest of the evening with few thoughts of Ryan. Spending time with Mark, her Master and husband, tended to push all thoughts of the days evils away. She always felt safe from the world in his arms, even that night at the play party when he used her for a demonstration in knife play, and tortured her with safety pins and wax. He didn't break in the new paddle until later though, at home. He took her home and used her the rest of the night, like there would be no tomorrow. She knew though, that Ryan was a force to be reckoned with. He wouldn't just go away on his own. He never did. He always come back, time and again, until his prey was captured and on the ground helpless.

This time, though, she was the prey.

Part 2 – The Hunter Becomes the Prey

Megan woke up the next day, the sun streaming through the blinds, highlighting her naked body. She slowly opened her eyes, the light of the new day pulling her from the dimension between sleep and awake. She stretched and looked at the clock, checking the time. She had overslept, but no wonder. Mark had used his property all night, making up for lost time. She sat up, wincing, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her body was sore and marked from the evening's activities. A nice long hot shower and some Tylenol were in order.

She rose from the bed, and padded lightly to the bathroom where she decided on a hot bath so she could soak her aching muscles. Getting out of the bath, she dried off and grabbed the robe from the hook on the back of the door. Megan smelled the coffee and practically purred. Mark must have made it before he left for work. He didn't even drink coffee, but it was one of the little things he did for her. She filled the mug and added her usual hazelnut creamer and sugar, and sat down at the cherry pedestal table with the newspaper.

She found herself reading the same lines repeatedly, her thoughts returning not to her husband, but to Ryan. She frowned, her brow furrowed. Why was she allowing him occupy her thoughts? She put the paper down with a sigh, letting her mind go back. He had hurt so many, not just her. Actually, she was just one in a long line of women that that had fallen for him. Most had thrown themselves at him, but she never had. All thought they were the one that could get him to settle down, all thinking that they were the one who could change him. She had never tried to change him, it was pointless, and she knew it. He swore that in not trying to change him, she had. He swore she was what he had been looking for all his life. He said this to her, sometimes when they spoke on the phone late at night, Undoubtedly, while his cock was buried in another woman's cunt. She swore sometimes, that she could smell the perfume over the phone.

Someday, that man would get what he deserved.

She sat stirring coffee that didn't need stirring, looking out the window at her flower garden. A thought crept into her conscience. Why couldn't it be her? Why couldn't she be the one to give him what he deserved? She shook the thought from her head. Why on earth would she bother? She loved Mark, and she loved their life. The thought of such a thing was absurd. Megan rose from the table and went to the bedroom to get dressed, ready to begin her day.

She moved through the already spotless home quickly, washing up the dishes and dusting, cleaning here and there. The thought kept coming back, and as soon as it did she would push it away. Why shouldn't she be the one to give Ryan what he deserved? It wouldn't let go of her, invading her thoughts and daydreams. NO! These crazy thoughts had to stop! Again, why shouldn't she be the one? Someone had to do it.

She walked out to her car, and peered through the window. There it was, the slip of paper with his cell phone number that he had stuffed down her cleavage yesterday. Megan opened the door and retrieved the paper, stuffing it in her jeans pocket and returning to the house. Megan fixed some lunch, idly eating, her mind racing, thoughts and semi plans being churned out. The paper seemingly burned her skin, reminding her of its presence. No, this wasn't like her at all. She told herself that she had better things to do, She told herself that she was entirely too busy, The thought lingered, though, prodding her to action.

She realized she was pacing in the living room, and that over a half hour had gone by. Why couldn't it be her? Even as a pretense, it could hurt Mark. It could put the most precious thing in her world at risk. But Ryan deserved it. And all of the women who'd gone before or since, they'd all asked for vengeance, or justice, or both. But they'd all, like her, waited for someone else to do it. If not her, then who? No one had done it so far. Her jaw tensed. Mark needed to never find out. If he did, could he ever understand? Could he ever forgive? She opened her purse, and pulled out the cell phone. She bit her lip. Then she opened it.

Ryan's phone was ringing. Megan was trembling so badly, she didn't even know if she could speak. She was beginning to hope no one would answer.

Her heart sank as she heard his voice.

"Hello"

"Hi Ryan, its Megan".

His tone immediately shifted from cold and indifferent to that of a purring cat with a mouse in its sights.

"Took you longer than I thought it would, baby. Does Mark know that you called? Or is he going to find out when he tastes my cum in your cunt."

Megan cringed, her stomach churning in nausea.

"No, I didn't tell Mark. No point in that, it's not like you and me will ever be together again, Ryan."

He chuckled. "Sure baby, whatever." He made it clear he didn't believe her. He thought he was in the driver's seat again.

"Ryan, I've been thinking. It's time for us to talk. Can we meet for a drink?"

They made arrangements to meet the next day at a local bar. Megan intentionally had selected one in a more rural area that was next door to a motel that charged by the hour or night. Most of the guests had no interest in spending the night, only in hiding from their spouse. The motel was situated in such a way that the parking lot could not be seen from the road, this being another draw for her.

Megan began packing a bag when she got off the phone. She knew she would need at least a couple fresh changes of clothes, toiletries, toys and a few other items that had been carefully selected and hidden in the bag. After finishing packing, she put the suitcase in the trunk and slammed the lid shut.

The rest of the day Megan could do nothing but worry about whether she was doing the right thing and whether she had covered all her bases. This certainly was not the time to slip up.

She slept restlessly that night, tossing and turning. She finally drifted off to sleep about 4:00 am nestled in her Masters arms. The next day dawned bright and sunny, contradicting her mood. Even though she was torn, there was a rising feeling of control. That finally, she was doing something to take charge of her life, rather than going along for the ride.

Megan walked in the dimly lit bar at the appointed time. She looked around at the fishing nets with the fake fish and wondered if they had purchased the décor from a defunct fish restaurant. She stood a moment, fear beginning to seize her. Maybe he wouldn't show up. This was a mistake and she should leave. She couldn't do this. She turned to run, her pulse racing and headed out the door.

"Whoa, baby, what's the rush? You weren't bailing, were you?" His eyes narrowed as he closed his hands on her shoulders again.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"No, of course not, i..i just forgot my cell and was going to the car to get it."

"Don't worry, baby. If you don't answer, Mark won't even imagine we're together." He chuckled at himself, and she forced a smile.

They chatted about their lives and he regaled her with stories of his exploits with women. Megan pretended to listen and show admiration for his skills, laughing at his stories in all the right places. He was so busy talking about himself that he didn't notice she only toyed with her drink. After some more chitchat, she decided it was time. If she didn't tell him now, she never would.

"Ryan, you know that I've never stopped thinking of you, don't you?

"Megan, baby, I've always known you still wanted me."

She interrupted him. "Please let me finish. I've dreamed of this for the last two years. I've missed you and I want to be with you. I so miss being at your feet. Ryan, make me your slut again, if only for the night.

She blushed as she lowered her eyes to him, assuming the more submissive posture that he would expect, and demand. His smile was almost a smirk as he leaned across the table and caressed her face.

He had won the round. His prey was well within his sights and wearing down. So he thought.

He stood, and threw a $20.00 on the table for their $12.00 tab. Megan rose with him and he took her elbow, leading her out the door. She held her breath for a moment. This was one of the many moments of truth in the next day or so.

"Meg, I don't want to wait." He used the name that he used to call her by. He put his arms around her and whispered against her ear.

"We'll get a room next door. That way Mark will never see you. No one will hear us. I want to make you scream again, baby."

Megan smiled. She knew that he never took a girl to his home, at least not right away.

Ryan guided her to the office and opened the door. Megan pulled back, balking at going in. After all, she wouldn't want to run into someone that knew her husband. He chuckled at her hesitation and went in, leaving her outside. After all, he was back in control so he would let her have that. Ryan emerged from the office and slipped his arm around her waist as they walked to the room. He unlocked the door, and they entered, Ryan ahead of her.

She looked around. Not exactly your luxury type room. There was a double bed with a threadbare ugly green bedspread. She hated to venture if it was even clean. There was a table with two chairs. They had obviously seen better days, sturdy but scratched. The carpet was gold shag, meaning that it was at least 25 years old. Nice. Oh well, she wasn't here to admire the décor. She wandered into the bathroom, which at least appeared clean. At this point, she was at least grateful for that. She stepped back out into the shabby room, moving to the table and looked at Ryan, a nervous smile playing on her lips.

Ryan came up behind her, slipping his arms around her and nuzzled her neck, and running his hands down her slides.

"I've missed you, baby."

She purred softly at him and leaned back against him, more because she had to than she wanted to. Her mind was reeling and she struggled to regain her composure.

He turned her around and kissed her. She slipped her arms around him, smiling softly. She looked up at him, running her tongue over her lips, inwardly shuddering at what was about to happen.

"I can think of better things for you to lick, baby"

"Mmm, me too", she said, smiling.

Ryan looked at her, and pulled his shirt off from over his head, placing it on the table.

Megan swallowed, knowing what he expected of her, and what she had to do. She dropped to her knees.

"Good girl, you remember your training."

Megan reached up and unfastened his jeans, carefully unzipping them. She looked up as Ryan ran his fingers through her hair, watching her.

She tugged his jeans down, sliding them past his hips and over his muscular thighs, removing his boxers at the same time. He stepped out of His jeans as she slid them from his feet, being careful not to tug his feet from under him. The last thing she wanted was to create a situation that would bring swift punishment. Megan removed the belt from his jeans, folding the jeans and boxers neatly. She laid the belt on top, knowing he would likely want to use it on her later.

Megan watched him as he ran his hand across his cock, stroking it as it hardened. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his thigh, running her fingertips over his cock. Ryan wrapped her hair in his fist, holding her against his thigh by her hair, keeping her face only inches from his cock as he stroked it with his other hand. He lightened the grip in her hair and smiled.

"Does the little whore want my cock?"

As repulsed as she was, she managed to reply to him.

"God yes, Ryan, I've waited two years to have your cock back in my mouth."

He moved her so that her mouth was right at the head of his cock and rubbed her lips with his precum. She looked up at him, knowing better than to lick her glistening lips without permission.

"May I please suck your cock?"

Ryan smiled and nodded, pleased with her request.

Megan took his cock in her hand, stroking softly as she moved her mouth to his cock, and kissed it softly as she had been trained to do. She began to softly suck his balls. The flavor was familiar, and she rolled his balls against her cheek with her tongue, slowly letting them slide from her mouth, still caressing them with her tongue. She lightly lapped the base of his cock, her tongue curling around the shaft, bathing the velvet flesh as she kissed and licked upward. Megan let the smooth skin of his cock graze against her nose and nuzzled for a second, taking in his scent. She moaned lowly, as she licked the head of his thick cock, surprised at feeling a dim heat where she had been trying so hard to feel nothing.

He leaned back against the table, gripping her hair and wrapping it tightly around His hand. He moaned as she sucked his cock. Megan ran her fingertips over his hard cock and moved her tongue back to his shaft, lapping the underside.

"Such a good little cock tease you are, but I'm tired of the tease, baby."

Ryan pulled her head down against His cock, forcing his cock past her lips. He held her head and thrust into her mouth, shoving his cock into the back of her throat. She couldn't help but whimper as he fucked her face harshly. He pumped against her throat, hitting the back several times before pulling back to let her breathe. She gasped for air as he pulled out, gagging repeatedly. He slapped her face hard. Megan cried out at the slap.

"That's for gagging and being such a cock tease."

Ryan caressed her face and then lifted her to her feet by her hair and grinned at her.

"Take your clothes off for me."

Megan slowly removed her cashmere sweater, pulling it over her head. She folded it and set it on a chair. She unfastened her jeans and hooked her thumbs in the waist, wiggling her hips, pushing the jeans down over her hips and shapely ass. Sliding them down her silky thighs, she stepped out of the jeans and folded them, laying them with her sweater. She unfastened her bra and tossed it on the chair, but wore no panties, knowing that would be something that would bring swift retribution.

She stood naked before him, trembling and vulnerable. She fought off the memories of her submission to him, trying to remember why she was here.

He leaned back and watched, stroking his cock as he watched her.

"That's a good girl."

Ryan stepped to her and ran His hands over her body slowly as He circled around, inspecting her. He leaned in, whispering that he had missed this. He reached down and rubbed her clit, His cock pressed against her back, He kissed the back of her neck, and whispered against her ear.

"Such a dirty lil' whore. I can take you however I want to, whenever I want to, you know that, don't you Meg?"

He kissed her neck and walked her to the bed and pushed her over the end of it, face down. She felt the stiffness of the hard mattress against her breasts and stomach and the chemical scent of the bedspread. He kicked her legs wide apart and felt between her legs, rubbing her clit.

"Your ass is so inviting, baby, I hope its ready for me."

He suddenly shoved three fingers in her ass and began fucking her with them. She cried out at the sudden invasion of his fingers in her ass. She dug her nails in the bedcovers, gripping tightly, clenching his fingers. She moaned in pleasure in spite of herself.

"Tell me you want my cock in your ass, Meg. Beg me to use you. Tell me how much you need it."

She bucked her hips as he shoved his fingers deeper with one hand and pinched her clit with the other. She almost came off the bed, arching her ass higher as he growled at her to fuck his fingers. She whimpered, grinding her ass back onto his fingers, her hips moving in small circular motions, fucking his fingers eagerly … too eagerly.

He slapped her ass hard.

"I don't hear you begging. Maybe the slut doesn't want her ass fucked."

"She moaned, desperately wanting her ass filled with his cock. She hated herself for it, but she did. He was right, he did know what she wanted and how to give it to her."

She part whimpered, part moaned from wanting her ass fucked.

She whimpered as she choked out, "Please Ryan, this slut begs of you to fill her unworthy ass with your cock and use it for your pleasure. This slut begs for you to fill her ass, begs for the pain and pleasure you offer."

What scared her so, was that she meant it. Every word of it.

"That's a good girl, just like that." He pumped his fingers into her several more times before pulling them out. He grabbed her hair and lifted her head up from the bed.

"Clean my fingers of your filth, my little whore. Yes, you love to lick that slut ass from my hand, don't you?"

She obediently licked his fingers clean, lapping her own ass juices, cleaning his fingers quickly and thoroughly, like the trained slut she'd been. Like the trained slut she was for Mark. Like the slut she was starting to feel like again.

"Now go get my belt, and bring it to me, and then bend back over the bed so I can look at that slut ass."

She took a deep breath and went for his belt, returning to hand it to him and bent back over the bed as she was instructed.

He leaned back and held her ass cheeks open, looking at the awaiting hole.

"My little whore's ass is so hungry."

He rubbed the head of His cock along her ass, pushing against the hole slightly before sliding into it with a steady pressure. He pumped His cock slowly in and out of her ass, holding her hips as He did. She pushed back against him, moaning, her ass pathetically eager to be fucked. He slowly moved His hips around, forcing His cock deeper into her. She grunted as he forced his way in, spreading her ass more and making her whore hole tighter. He pumped his cock in her ass until she started fucking him, trying to buck her hips backward, and her body begging for more.

Ryan wound the end of the belt around his hand. He began to strike her ass and lower back in rhythm to his thrusts. Megan screamed at the sudden pain. She felt a warm trickle on her back and knew that he was drawing blood. She cried out with each strike of the belt.

"Baby, you aren't counting. Maybe I should start over." He laughed at her screams.

"Told you I could make you scream again, Meg. What, can't Mark make you scream the way I do?"

He rubbed her welted skin.

"You'll be fine, might have some explaining to do, isn't that right, Meg?"

She swallowed the bile as it rose from her stomach, from the pain and from being with such a bastard.

Ryan reached for her hair and pulled her off the bed, pushing her to her knees again. She automatically took his cock in her mouth without being told. He closed his eyes as she sucked his cock clean.

"Lap it all up, slut, clean it good."

Ryan closed his eyes as she sucked his cock; letting all of his senses go to the feel of her tongue as she cleaned his cock of her ass juices. He moaned as she fucked his piss hole with her tongue, as she worked to please him.

"God, you're such a dirty lil' thing."

She moaned to herself and opened her mouth wider, sinking his cock into her mouth, not fighting. Inside, she felt herself responding, a heat that shouldn't be there, she shouldn't be letting herself enjoy this. She shouldn't be enjoying it at all. She was Mark's, not this bastard's. She only had so far she could go with this before it would all fall apart, and the terror at the thought of believing she belonged here again made her blood go cold. Even as she sucked him harder into her mouth, never letting him sense the revulsion inside her, sucking as if her life depended on making him cum instead of throwing up in revulsion for letting him even touch her.

Ryan pulled his cock from her mouth, and wiped it in her hair.

"That's enough, slut."

He lifted her up by her hair and dragged her over to the table.

"Get on the table for me, spread your legs wide open. I want to use your fuck hole."

Megan spread her legs and looked up at him, eyes glazed. Ryan looked down at her and smiled wickedly, pushing her onto the table on her back.

"I think my lil' whore has remembered who she belongs to."

He pulled her to him so that her ass was at the edge of the table. He spread her legs wider and shoved his cock into her wet cunt. He alternately rubbed and flicked her engorged clit as he fucked her tight cunt. He pushed hard into her, the beads of sweat on His chest showing as His hips pushed faster against her. He held her by the hips and pushed deep into her aching pussy, ramming himself in hard, using her wet hole for his pleasure.

She rocked back as he thrust into her, starting to slide across the table. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her back to the edge, pushing his cock back into her again, hard. She moaned, feeling pleasure she couldn't control, and though she hated to admit it, as much of the pleasure came from him forcing it on her as it did from the physical sensations. She was swimming, her cunt squeezing hard, her pulse racing in spite of herself, and she once more felt her resolve waver. Was he really that bad?

She no longer could maintain any sense of what she was here for. Her body had betrayed her, feral instincts coursing through her veins. She growled from deep in her throat, her need to cum overwhelming her. He began slapping her thighs and ass, driving her over the edge.

"Cum for me, slut!"

Megan writhed against his cock, crying out as waves of pleasure wracked her body. He rocked the table fucking her, pushing His cock deep into her with each thrust, feeling her tighten even more as she came. He felt her spasm on his cock, the wetness dripping from her, sliding to His balls. He held his shaft deep in her cunt, his back locked, and he began to explode deep into her hole. He moaned loudly as he pumped his seed into her.

They remained where they were, recovering for a moment. He pulled his cock from her, slapped her thigh and moved to the bed, lying down. He propped himself up on the pillows, pleased with himself.

Megan excused herself and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on in the sink and in the shower. She sunk to her knees and vomited, trying to rid herself of the shame and self-loathing that she felt, not only from what she was doing, but revolted by the fact that her body had betrayed her.

Part 3 – And Justice For All

Megan looked in the mirror. It was time. She opened the closet door in the bathroom and set to work, retrieving what she needed. She smiled to herself at how easy it was to pay off the motel employee to "rent" Ryan the room she had already rented.

She took a deep breath, and walked towards the bed.

"There you are, baby. What took you so long?"

Megan silently crawled into bed and settled between his legs. She grinned at him and stroked his cock, wanting him to think she was coming back for more.

He smiled softly down at her, and reached to her, caressing her face.

"I truly have missed you, babygirl. I want you to know that. There have been so many nights that I've laid in bed awake thinking about you, about us. Then when I do sleep, you haunt my dreams. "

At that, Ryan drew her to him and kissed her tenderly. She pulled back, looking at him in shock. She was confused, her head spinning. She hadn't seen this coming, not at all. Her heart, which was ice as far as he was concerned, was melting. She couldn't help herself. This was so unfair. She struggled to remember what he had done to her. She needed to remember. Everything she'd planned for, everything she'd hoped for, at no point had this thought even occurred to her. This was hard enough without having to fight the love she had once felt for this man.

Trembling, she got up on all fours, leaned down kissing his stomach. Megan looked up at him, at her past. Looking into his eyes, she felt time stand still as her memories crashed around her like waves against the rocks. She saw him in her minds eye with the woman he had brought into their bed. Megan watched them, horrified, from the door of the walk in closet where she was hiding. She had missed him so, and came home a day early from visiting her parents. She heard him whisper to the woman, "You know I still want you, babygirl. Meg is just a fuck, nothing more, nothing less".

Her cheeks grew hot, blushing with rage, and the words began repeating.

"Meg is just a fuck, nothing more, nothing less… just a fuck, nothing more, nothing less… nothing more…."

Blind with fury, She slapped him hard across the face, and hissed at him.

"You fucking bastard!"

Megan suddenly rammed her knee into Ryan's balls.

He screamed at her, in pain and anger.

"FUCKING CUNT!"

He knew. Ryan was a smart man, very smart. Most didn't realize that and didn't bother to find out. People saw only his looks, his charm. It was hard for anyone, especially men, to accept that he had it all.

Megan jumped from the bed as he rolled to the side, clutching his balls, moaning and retching. She grabbed the cloth and the bottle of chloroform, hidden under the bed. She dampened the cloth and held it to his mouth and nose, until he lost consciousness. . He struggled, squirmed, but still couldn't override the pain. The fumes were making her dizzy, too, but fortunately, he collapsed before she did. She sealed the bottle and threw the cloth into the bathroom quickly. There was no way she could execute her plan if he were awake. He was a big man, solid muscle and she was no match for him. He could snap any part of her body like a twig if he wasn't restrained.

Megan moved quickly, wanting him to stay out cold until she was finished. She tied a heavy-duty chain to each side of the iron headboard and brought them together in the middle, twisting them several times. The links clinked and she felt her muscles straining as she secured them. She repeated the process at his feet, using even thicker chains. She picked up the three-way cuffs she'd brought, attaching them to the upper chains with heavy-duty turnbuckles. She closed her eyes for an instant, knowing she didn't have much time, but the smell of the well-oiled chains and the fresh leather combined, a smell that was linked to her memories of dungeon play, of the feel of leather against her skin, of chains holding her down, holding her up. She shook her head, and double-checked the cuffs at his wrists. With this, she could turn him without ever leaving him totally unrestrained. Megan attached cuffs to his ankles too, and picked up a spreader bar, thicker than the ones she was used to seeing, she locked it to the ankle cuffs. She picked up a ring gag and slid it into his mouth, strapping it in place quickly. She picked up a Kali's teeth bracelet, the tips shining with the promise of the pain they'd bring, and slid it onto his flaccid cock, picturing what would happen when his cock hardened. She picked up a ball separator and stretcher, taking his balls in hand, snapping it in place and slowly, but surely stretching his balls away from his cock. He groaned softly and she picked up a black leather collar, silver studs and trim, secured it around his neck. She toyed with the leash on the nightstand for a moment, but decided against doing anything with it, yet.

She had decided to forgo the blindfold, wanting him to see his predicament, wanting him to see the look on her face as she used him. She wanted to see fear in his eyes.

Megan sat back in a chair, studying his well - chiseled body as she waited for him to awaken. She couldn't help but think back to all the nights that he had her bound, and waiting. He would tease her mercilessly. He knew every nuance of her body and how she reacted to being touched in any given place.

She knew his body just as well, though. She knew what would bring him pleasure, what would bring him pain, and what would bring him shame. She knew every rippled muscle and the crevice created as it strained. She knew all of the strengths and weaknesses of his body, heart and soul. Megan knew and had treasured all that made him who he was.

She had wanted to know everything about him, the evils that resided in the dark recesses of his mind as well as what was put forth for public viewing and everything in between. There had been a lifetime to learn about each other and she had thought they had time. She may not have learned as much as she'd hoped to, but she'd learned a lot. And she could use it.

Ryan began to stir, moaning from deep in his throat, the sound almost a growl. She sat up in the chair, waiting for him to fully awaken. His eyes opened wide and he jerked on his bonds, fearfully thrashing, with a look of confusion in his eyes as he struggled to remember where he was and what was happening. Megan moved to the side of the bed and regarded him, her head tilted. He looked at her, his eyes full of rage, as clarity replaced the confusion.

"Guess you didn't expect this today, huh, Ryan? You expected me to just fall back at your feet, no questions asked. This isn't like me, I'll give you that one. This isn't the me that you once knew, I didn't fight back then, did I? I just left. But you know, the day after I saw you, I started thinking about this. Now please don't think this is just because of what you did to me. Oh no, I'm striking a blow for every woman you've ever fucked over. You know, baby, taking one for the home team."

She looked over at him, with no amount of kindness showing in her face. If anything, she was gloating.

She started pacing around the room as she spoke, memories flooding back, her thoughts focused, adrenaline pumping. She looked at him, watching his eyes track her every move. The thought "prey" entered her mind once again. She shivered inwardly, thinking of what he would do to her if he managed to free himself.

"Here's the deal, Ryan. You are no longer in control. I am. I do what I want, in my own time. If you're a good boy, I may spare you some pain. Then again, I may not. If Ryan, you're thinking that someone will start to look for you, don't. I called in work for you, told them that there was a death in the family in another state and since you were the executor of the estate, you would be gone for an extended length of time. Your cell phone is being disconnected as we speak, and your "secretary" called your girlfriend and informed her of an emergency business trip. How does it feel Ryan, to not get the last laugh?

She walked over and ran her fingertips down his chest.

"How does it feel, Ryan, to know that you can't stop me from doing anything I want? To know I can take you whenever I want, however I want. Isn't that the way you said it, Ryan? Though don't worry baby, it wont all be bad."

She grinned wickedly.

"Look, I'm even going to suck your cock. You'll enjoy that now, won't you?"

Megan climbed on the bed and smiled down at him. She stroked his cock teasingly. She leaned down and began to lap his cock with her tongue, sucking the head, tickling the sensitive underside. She looked up at him, his eyes closed tight. She knew that he was trying to stop his erection. She also knew it was hopeless. Megan suckled his cock as she stroked his balls with her fingertips. She raked her teeth along the head, as she stroked the shaft with her small hands. Her soft lips wrapped around the shaft, squeezing. She looked up at him, his face clenched in pain, small droplets of blood forming where the Kali's Teeth Bracelet bit into his flesh as his cock reacted to her mouth. She smeared the blood on her fingertips and crawled up to him and held her fingers up, letting him see the crimson dripping from her fingers. His eyes widened in fear as she wiped the blood from her fingers across his face. She smiled and climbed from the bed.

Megan moved over to the table and picked up a flannel pouch. She padded back to the bed, and climbed back on it, straddling his chest. She smiled slightly, as she narrowed her eyes.

"Ryan, you know that brand you put on my hip? I think you need one, too. This way all your sluts will know right off what you are. Unfortunately, I don't have any branding equipment so I'll have to do it …a bit more slowly."

Megan smirked at him as she drew the knife from its flannel pouch, and held it up for him to see it.

"Trust me, baby?"

She ran the knife across his neck, letting the cool metal stroke his flesh. Ryan jerked, struggling to get away. She saw the fear she had wanted to see. She smiled and ran her fingertips behind the trail of the knife and held her fingers up, showing him there was no blood.

"Remember Ryan, I learned how to do this from the best. I wont make any mistakes."

Megan moved down his body, dragging the tip of the knife lightly down to his chest, pressing just hard enough to leave a light pink trail behind the knife, but not enough to cut the skin. Megan drew the tip of the blade downwards over his stomach as she moved down, straddling his hips. She looked up to him and studied his face, as his eyes widened. She proceeded to drag the knife back up across his chest, and to the other side of his neck.

"Afraid, baby?"

She pressed harder as she drew the knife tip back down to his chest. Megan turned the knife to the sharpened side and pressed into his flesh, leaving a light trail of blood after every curve, every line. She continued carving into his chest, not so deep that stitches were required, but deep enough that it would scar. She looked down at blood, forming one word.

"SLUT. That's what it says baby. SLUT. Now you wont have to tell them, they wont have to guess. They will look at your bare skin and know what you are."

She smeared the blood across his chest and held her hand up at his face as if to slap him. She smiled and wiped her hand off across his neck.

She looked at him smugly, a look of self-satisfaction on her face. Oh yes, that will look very nice. She gazed down at the oozing blood and raked her nails across his chest.

"I'm thinking my pet would like to be fucked now, isn't that right, baby?"

She smiled down at him, her lips turning up in a near sneer. Megan walked over to the table, and picked up a dildo and a strap-on harness. She moved slowly back to the bed, almost sauntering, and removed the spreader bar but left the chains attached.

"I hope pet's ass is ready for me."

She smirked at him as she stepped into the harness and fastened it about her hips, the rubber cock bobbing as she moved. Crawling up on the bed, she shoved his legs back, and positioned the head at his likely virgin ass.

"I'm sure a tough guy like you doesn't need lube, eh, Ryan?"

With that, she thrust the cock into his un-lubed, un-dilated hole. She heard the scream from around the gag. She again heard the voice, the memories taunting her " You know I still want you, babygirl. Meg is just a fuck, nothing more, nothing less ". She thrust violently into his ass, shoving the thick dildo almost all the way in. Megan began pumping the cock into his tightest hole, stretching it painfully. She saw the pain cross his face and took sick pleasure in his misery. She felt the cock began to slide more easily, feeling its natural resistance ebbing at her insistence. What pleasure he felt, he would never admit to, if any. She started grinding the large dildo into his ass, gyrating her hips in small circles, driving it in mercilessly with each thrust. Whether it caused pain or pleasure was of no consequence to Megan any more.

Deciding she was tired of fucking his ass for the time being, she pulled the rubber cock out of his whorishly gaping ass and unfastened the harness, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Megan bent and retrieved the rubber cock from its harness and climbed up on the bed, straddling Ryan's chest. He looked up at her, his eyes full of pain and hatred. He growled at her as she settled.

Megan held the rubber cock which shed fucked his ass with at his lips, the ring gag forcing his mouth open wide.

"C'mon Daddy, open wide for mama."

She laughed almost gleefully.

"What baby, you're not laughing. You don't think it's funny? Aww."

She grinned as she slid the rubber cock into his mouth, and heard him retch as his gag reflex kicked in. She began to fuck his mouth faster, thrusting the rubber invader in deeper. He looked up at her, eyes shining wetly as he fought the retching, and another memory from the past forced its way into her present.

She had come in from work on Christmas Eve. The traffic was bad and she was late. Ryan met her at the door and enveloped her in his strong arms, and kissed her deeply. He gently tied a silk scarf around her head, blindfolding her. She could tell this wasn't just for play. The mood was lighthearted and she could hear Christmas music playing softly in the background. He led her to the living room and removed the blindfold. She looked at the scene in front of her and gasped in delight. The tree was lit, the fireplace was going and he had a picnic supper spread out on a blanket in the floor, with a bottle of wine chilling. In the middle of the blanket sat a small red velvet box. He dropped to one knee as he picked up the box and took her hand. As he slipped the ring on her finger, he told her that she was the love of his life and he wanted to be with her forever and that he wanted her to be the mother of his children. Tears of joy had streamed down her face, as she said yes. It was the happiest moment of her life up to that point. They had been together for nearly a year and that was the first night since they had met that he had really truly made love to her.

Megan closed her eyes, swallowing, trying to push the memory away. She withdrew the cock from his mouth, and looked down at him sadly. What had become of them, both of them? How could it have come to this? It wasn't supposed to have turned out this way. Even at the worst, just walk away from each other, right? Not all this. She sighed deeply, thinking about a phrase she had once heard, something about all the best-laid plans going astray.

She dropped the dildo and climbed off his chest and slid from the bed to the floor. She sat there, soft sobs escaping as the anger and pain from their past boiled up inside from where it had been festering. Megan sat there for a long time, lost in her emotions. She didn't know what time it was, or how long she had sat there, but the darkness of night had settled in. Hearing Ryan's rhythmic breathing, she knew that he had fallen asleep. Megan rose from the floor and checked on him, making sure that he was okay. She removed the KTB from his flaccid cock and gently removed the ball separator and stretcher, this time trying to be gentle. She sat down on the foot of the bed, watching him breathe.

She had thought initially that she would teach him a lesson, taking revenge for all the years of use and abuse he had heaped on the women that he had paraded through his life. That wasn't what she was here for at all, though. That wasn't what had happened. Oh, maybe with any luck he had seen the light, but that wasn't likely. If he hadn't so far, maybe in the near future he would. No, what had happened was that she had managed finally to let go. Megan herself had been the one to change. Just because things turned out no better for her than the ones before her, or since her, did not change who she was. In the end, she was a better person for having known him. She was stronger and wiser because of what he had done to her, and for her. She was stronger and wiser because she chose to learn the lessons that came with knowing him. He would always be a part of her.

It was time for her to leave. Her part was over. She had peace, and that's what she had come for. She just didn't expect that peace to be handed to her the way it was. Megan moved around the room quietly, not wanting to wake him, not wanting to look into those eyes any more than she had to. She picked up all the items she had brought and packed them into the duffel bag. She scoured all the rooms, visually, making sure she had packed everything. She dressed in the clothing she had worn when she came in, thinking that when she got home, she would burn it.

Megan sat down at the table that he had fucked her on, and pulled out her cell phone from the duffel bag. She called her home, where Mark and Miranda were waiting for her call. She told him that she was ready to come home, wanted to come home where she could put all this behind her. She then sat waiting, a non-existent clock ticking away. The silence was so loud she could barely hear herself think. Perhaps at the moment, that was best.

She startled at the sound of car doors in front of the motel. She rose and went to the window to peek out. She sighed in relief and opened the door,

"Did you have fun, pet?"

Megan looked at Mark, tears welling in her eyes. She ran to him, tears once again streaming from her face. She threw her arms around him, clinging tightly.

Mark gently tilted her face up towards his and kissed her forehead.

"I was afraid this would happen. Megan, listen to me. Miranda will take him from here. It's the last you will ever have to worry about Ryan. It's over."

Mark held her tightly as Megan leaned into him, feeling safe and secure once again. Megan looked over at Miranda and forced a smile through her tears.

"Hello, Ma'am".

Miranda smiled and laid her hand reassuringly on Megan's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, hon, that you tried to do this on your own. I wish you had called first. You know I would have helped you.

Miranda looked over at Ryan still bound and chuckled.

"I'm not sure you needed any help, though."

"Thank you, Ma'am. I think, though, this was something I had to do by myself and for myself."

Mark looked at her curiously, wanting details, but didn't press. He and Miranda talked as Megan finished getting ready to leave. They considered the various punishments that Miranda would bestow upon Ryan. Even more so, the pleasure she would have inflicting these punishments seeing that she had previously been at the receiving end of his arrogance when Ryan was her Master. She had found him with another woman, as well. Women, any and all women, had always been Ryan's downfall.

Megan looked back at the bed and excused herself. Mark and Miranda talked quietly, giving Megan the privacy she needed. She walked back over to Ryan who had awakened through all the conversation. She reached behind his head and unfastened the ring gag, removing it from his mouth. She looked at him and took a deep breath.

What do you say to a man that you've sold to his former submissive?

As she started to speak, Ryan's gaze fell on her, the look in his eyes stopping her dead in her tracks.

He whispered low, his voice raw.

She didn't understand him, and leaned in closer to hear what he had said to her.

His voice dropped even lower, as he stared through her, is blue eyes iced over.

"I'm coming for you, Megan."

Her breath caught at his words. A chill ran up her spine and she shivered. She glanced over at Mark to see if he had heard Ryan's words. Some things were better left alone. This was one of them.

She stared at him a moment, and whispered in a voice barely audible,

"I just wanted you to know that I loved you. All that time, I truly loved you."

She turned away from Ryan, squaring her shoulders and holding her head high, not looking back. She walked back to Mark and smiled up at him. She kissed her husband, her Master.

"Are you ready to go now, pet?"

"Yes, Master, I am."

Mark picked up her bag with one hand, put his other around Meg's waist. They closed the door, leaving Ryan and Miranda alone. She looked at the door for a second, and realized for the first time in some time, she wasn't hearing Ryan's voice. The Ryan with the other woman, glimpsed through the gap in the closet. The Ryan proposing by Christmas tree lights. The lessons had been learned, and she was at peace. She walked away, snuggling against Mark.