Willow Switch
written by:
lucy

Willow Switch

Dave stole a glance at Lisa's naked legs which were propped up on the dashboard but quickly looked back out of the windshield again, concentrating on the next bend in the road. He'd been driving for some time now and the driving hadn't been easy. Not that there had been a lot of traffic, but the roads here in this part of rural France were narrow and curvy. About as curvy as the girl beside him, but, unlike the girl's, the road's curves weren't necessarily all in the right places or where you'd expect them.

They had decided to skip the highway once they'd left Bordeaux behind them and take the scenic route, not realizing that this would mean they'd be driving all day to get from the coast to Sarlat La Caneda, where they planned to stay a couple of days. Now he was beginning to get tired and the look of her tanned legs didn't help at all to keep his mind on the driving.

Once again he glanced at her idly leafing through a guidebook, pondering whether she'd be more interested in visiting the famous prehistoric caves of Lascaux, one of the many medieval castles or a ride in a canoe on the Dordogne. 'Damn, she's lovely,' he thought. 'If only she could drive.'

On an impulse he steered the rented Renault off the road and onto a gravel side road that lead into an oak forest and killed the engine. He unfastened both their seat-belts, opened his fly and just as she put away the guidebook and started to ask why they had stopped he pulled her down on himself. She didn't need any further instructions or encouragement and slid off the seat, her mouth and tongue already starting to work on him. Dave leaned back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. After a minute or two he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her further down, not because he wasn't satisfied with what she was doing, but because he knew that this would get her to do it even better. Sure enough, her reaction was just as he had expected. 'When it comes to sex, she's usually pretty easy to figure out' he thought. Then he didn't think anymore but just enjoyed.

He came in her mouth, gripping her hair tighter and pushing her down hard on his cock, then she licked him clean, tucked him in and sat up again, a wide smile on her face. "Thank you Sir, that was a much needed break," she said, rearranging her skirt.

"Indeed it was," Dave agreed.

"Not too comfy, though, what with that gear shift thingy poking in my stomach. We should have rented one of those automatic cars."

"You don't really think I care whether it was comfy, do you?"

"Umm, nah, guess you don't," she answered grinning. "Do you want something to drink, a sandwich?"

"Nope, I want you to learn driving so I don't have to all the time." He backed the car out of the forest and onto the road again. "I hope it's not far anymore, I'm getting tired."

She consulted the map. "About fifty kilometers," she proclaimed and put her feet on the dashboard again. "Another hour, more or less. By the way, it would probably be much more stressful for you to sit in the passenger seat with me on the wheel than driving yourself."

"Probably. But at least I could look at your legs and ogle your tits all the time. That wouldn't help my blood pressure, but it'd certainly be a nice distraction." He reached over and pulled up her skirt, exposing the silky white skin of her shaven mound.

Lisa rolled her eyes in mock exasperation and bent over to pick up the guidebook again. They drove on in silence for some time. He was looking at the scenery and the road with the occasional glance at her crotch thrown in, her leafing through the book, keeping it on her knees so as not to block his view of her pussy.

"Hey! There's a village called 'Domme'. It's quite near. Can we go there?" She looked pleadingly at him, a look which was completely wasted since he had his eyes on the road. "Puleeeze?"

"Why should we go to a place called Domme?" he said, but in truth he wouldn't mind going there if it meant less driving.

"Errm ... well. Because it's got a funny name." She read in the guidebook again. "Plus it's said to be a touristic highlight. 'Domme constitue assurément une étape obligée de votre séjour dans la région: Domme n'est pas très grande, mais ce n'est pas un mince plaisir que d'y déambuler une journée entière, d'aller et venir dans ses ruelles, voire de longer ses remparts ou sa falaise en admirant le vaste panorama sur la Dordogne'," she recited from the guidebook.

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed excitedly. "We definitely have to go there. That will be the highlight of our holidays!"

She eyed him suspiciously. "You're making fun of me, right?"

"Yeah, of course I do. You know well enough that my French is just about good enough to say 'bonjour' and 'au revoir'. So, care to tell me why we should go there?"

"Umm ... coz of the name and because it seems to be a very beautiful medieval village with a fantastic view on the Dordogne valley. But the most important reason is that you want me to be happy," Lisa added with a giggle.

"Wench! Watch your tongue!" But she was right, he sure wanted her to be happy, about as much as she wanted him to be happy. Suddenly he had to break hard and steer the car almost into the ditch to make room for an oncoming tractor. The farmer on the tractor stared wide eyed at and between Lisa's legs while he passed them, pulling a huge load of hay on a trailer.

"Guess he liked what he saw." The car sped up yet another hill, through a forest and out into the open countryside. "Ok, try to get a room in that village." "Kewl, thanks, Master! I'm sure it's going to be great!" She was already punching in the number in her cellphone and started talking to the receptionist. A minute later she covered the phone with her hand and turned towards Dave. "They only have a suite left," she said.

"What's wrong with a suite?" Dave asked her.

"It's ... umm ... a bit expensive. Three hundred a night, but it's overlooking the valley, they say."

"Screw the money and book it."

Lisa talked into the phone again and snapped it shut when the conversation was finished.

"You know, Master ..." she broke off in mid sentence, looking at nothing in particular.

"No, I don't know if you don't tell me." To be true, he probably did know what she wanted to say, but she had to learn not to hold back.

"I feel a bit bad. I mean, with you paying and all ..." her voice trailed off again.

"In case it makes you feel like a whore, that's OK, because you are," he said with a sly grin.

She squirmed in her seat, her cheeks reddening. "Yes Master." She looked at him again. "Thank you!"

"Huh? What for?" he wanted to know.

She thought for a moment, blinked her eyes a couple of times. "For everything. For being here with me. For paying all the time... for ... for your patience ... and for loving me."

He watched a red kite dive down onto a pasture in pursuit of a mouse while thinking of something appropriate to say. But he couldn't think of anything, so he just stopped the car in the middle of the road and kissed her.

"And for calling you a whore? You thank me for that too?" he asked after he broke the kiss and got the car into motion again.

"Of course. Most of all I thank you for calling me a whore," she answered with a giggle. Then she snuggled into the seat and smiled happily at him until he told her to look out for the road to Domme.

Fifteen minutes later he parked the car on the large public parking lot just outside the walls of the small village. It was already late in the afternoon, but the sun was still scorching the tarmac and the heat was almost unbearable after the conditioned air inside the car. They started walking, trailing their suitcases and once they reached the shadow of the old buildings it was considerably cooler. It didn't take them long to find the hotel and check in.

"Wow!" Lisa exclaimed when they entered the room. "Must be the honeymoon suite." She wandered around the large room, looking at everything, while he kicked off his shoes, got out of his trousers and laid down on the four-poster bed.

"Kewl, a bidet," Lisa shouted from the bath "Too bad they don't put them into new apartments anymore." She walked to the French doors that opened to a little balcony and stepped outside. "And look at this view! It's awesome!" She turned around to look at Dave. "Do you want to rest for a while? Or go out and take a look around?"

"Come here and shut up for a minute."

She stepped out of her shoes and laid down on the bed beside him, her hand on his chest, head on his shoulder, her left leg swung over his. "I love you so very much, Master," she whispered into the crook of his neck.

"I know, but it's good to hear you say it, babe." He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

After a while Lisa felt that he had dozed off, his breathing becoming slower and more regular. She watched him for a while, then she got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Toweled dry again and wrapped in a sarong she unpacked their suitcases and stood on the tiny balcony for a minute, enjoying the view. The Dordogne meandered its way through the wide valley two hundred meters below, white limestone cliffs stood out from the dark green woods on both sides of the valley, tiny cars crept along the road, a medieval castle from the time when the Dordogne was the border between France and England during one of their many wars was just visible in the haze. 'Some weed would be cool now,' she thought. 'Some weed, something to eat, just bread and cheese, and then fuck the night away.' But weed was out of the question, he'd go berserk if she only mentioned as much. At least he was consistent enough not to condemn recreational drugs like pot but not heavy drinking. She always thought that totally hypocritical.

She sighed and then her head started to spin. Or that was what it felt like. She gripped the iron handrail and swayed precariously before she managed to stagger through the door inside again. An intense heat wave washed over her as her legs began to shake. She panicked, thinking she had a stroke or something like that, but she didn't have very much time to worry before she fell to the ground unconscious, luckily without hitting her head too hard on the tiles.

About half an hour later, Lisa began to stir. She lay on the floor for a minute or two, trying to figure out what had happened. All she remembered was that she'd been standing on the balcony and suddenly had felt dizzy. A quick assessment of herself showed that nothing hurt and that she felt actually quite good. Something about her was different, though, she couldn't exactly pin down what it was, but it certainly wasn't something unpleasant. At last she got up, straightened the sarong and went to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror. Nothing unusual, except for a small bruise on the forehead above her left eye where her head had hit the floor and a wide grin on her face, which surprised her a bit, given the fact that she just had lost consciousness for no apparent reason.

"Wonder what that was," she said to her reflection, splashed some cold water on her face, chased the thought from her mind with a toss of her head and went back to the bedroom. She looked at Dave lying with outstretched arms on the bed and noticed the bulge in his boxers. She smiled and sat down on the bed. Carefully she took his cock out and started to kiss it. He stirred in his sleep but didn't wake up. She took him in her mouth and closed her lips around his shaft, feeling him getting more rigid. To her surprise he still kept sleeping. She liked to wake him up with a blowjob and usually he would rise from his slumber pretty quickly. Today was different, though. Her eyes wandered over his body up to his face and she saw that he was totally at ease in his sleep, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

'Why the heck am I giving him head?' she thought. Without missing a beat she let go of his cock, hiked up her sarong and straddled him. But before she had him inside herself she got off of him again and rummaged around in his suitcase until she found the linen bag with the ropes. A small voice deep inside the darker recesses of her brain told her that this was wrong, that she wasn't supposed to tie her Master to the bed, but she had other, more important things on her mind and the thought didn't stand a chance. A minute later Dave was tied spread-eagled to the bed.

Once again she mounted him, gasping as his cock slid inside her and started to slowly ride him. Her moans became louder and she leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of his head.

"What the heck are you doing?" Dave suddenly shouted. Lisa almost fainted again. She had just been approaching what she knew would be a wonderful orgasm.

"I'm fucking you. No, wrong, I'm fucking myself with the help of your wonderful dick. And who gave you permission to interrupt me on my way to an orgasm?" she demanded angrily, trying once again to focus on her fucking.

Dave looked startled, his mind working hard to try and understand what was happening. He seemed to give in for a moment, but then tore at the ropes to free himself.

"Stop that, or else ...," Lisa said, glaring at him and intensifying her humping. He stopped, not because he had suddenly started to take orders from his girl, but because it was useless to tug at the ropes. His mind was working double shifts. What was wrong with her? True, she wasn't always that docile, quite often cheeky and stubborn, but she was never disrespectful. So what on earth was going on in her head when she tied him to the bed then? Not being dumb she surely knew that she wouldn't get away with it. Yet there was something about her that wasn't quite as usual.

She was nearing her orgasm by now, her eyes wide open and fixed on his and this time he didn't interrupt her. Instead, he watched her closely; saw something he had never seen before, a hardness and determination around her mouth and in her eyes. With a scream she came and rested her shuddering body on his, gripping his cock with her pussy, her face buried in the curve of his neck.

He started to thrust into her, longing for relieve himself, but to his surprise she evaded him, even told him to stop it.

"You have to wait, my dear," she said with a wicked smile, his cock still erect inside her. Then she got up again and slid off the bed. She bent over and kissed the tip of his penis, smiling at him as he watched her in frustration and confusion. He heard her wash herself, craned his head to see what she was up to and saw her walking back to the bed, licking her lips as she looked down at him.

"Untie me!" he demanded angrily.

"Whoa. Hold on, honey. That's not the way to talk to your Mistress. Now if you add a polite 'please, Ma'am' I might think about it."

Dave started to shout again, but then he merely exhaled and reflected about the situation for a moment. Something was really wrong, that much he knew. She wasn't very much into roleplaying usually and normally she would have shuddered at the mere thought of topping someone else, let alone be his Domme. Lisa just wasn't cut out to yield the whip, as they both knew. So why did she act as if she was the dominant all of a sudden? And what to do about it? He decided that first of all he needed to get his hands and feet free, everything else could be dealt with later.

Swallowing his pride he said "please, Lisa, untie me."

"Thattaboy," she smiled and freed him.

Dave thought about pushing her down and tie her to the bed, fuck her ass and whip her thighs just to show her who really was in charge, but then he decided against it. The whole thing had awakened his curiosity and he wanted to find out what was going on. He got up, looked down at Lisa sitting on the bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Is it ok if I go have a shower, Ma'am?" he asked mockingly.

"Yes. But hurry up, I'm hungry."

***

Thirty minutes later they emerged onto the cobblestoned alley. She wore another sarong tied above her breasts, heels and hoop earrings; he was in beige slacks, a short sleeved shirt and loafers. They strolled hand in hand through Domme for some time, enjoying the cool breeze that had driven away the heat of the afternoon. Neither of them spoke very much, Lisa because she was busy window shopping and sightseeing, Dave because he was lost in thoughts about what might have happened to his girl. Eventually they came to a restaurant with a terrace overlooking the valley and were seated at a table right beside the low wall. The sun was nearing the horizon, its now golden light on Lisa's face turning her already tanned complexion into a shining bronze.

They ordered a glass of white wine each and studied the menu. "Lisa, has anything unusual happened while I was asleep?" Dave looked at her, the unfamiliar expression still on her face.

"Why? Oh, yeah, now that you mention it ..." Her hand went up to the small bruise on her temple. "I felt dizzy and I think I had a blackout. But I felt fine as soon as I came to again. A bit different, at first, but definitely good."

For a moment he didn't say anything, just looked at her and pondered the possible explanations. There wasn't one that made sense, at least not to him. "Why do you ask?" Lisa wanted to know.

"You seem to be different since I woke up." He didn't want to go into the details, she obviously wasn't aware of the fact that since she lost consciousness she acted as if she was his Mistress and not his sub anymore, so he quickly took something out of his pocket , said "here's a little present for you," and placed a little black box on the table between them.

She looked at the little box and tried to open it. For a split second she was hoping that it contained a ring. But that would have been very unromantic, even for Dave's standards, to just put them on the table without saying anything further. And the box was larger than one of those tiny jewellery boxes.

Finally she managed to open it. "Oh! A butterfly ... hihihi. Thank you very much." She leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. "I'll be right back."

She made a face when she came back and sat down. "There's no switch on it. Is it remote controlled?" She didn't wait for his answer but just held her hand out, waiting for him to give her the remote control.

Dave sighed, rummaged around in his pocket and handed her the little device. She immediately switched it on. "Yeah, that's better," she grinned. "Boy, you're so going to be fucked tonight."

"Yeah, I bet, Ma'am." He mocked her again, and this time the sound of his voice didn't escape her attention.

"Is there any problem?"

"Yeah, indeed there is. I'm having a bit of a hard time being treated like a sub all of a sudden."

She stared at him, her face blank. "What?"

"You heard me. Until I woke up after my nap I was the Dom, you were the sub. Now you act as if it were the other way round."

"I'm sorry, but did you have too much sun? What are you talking about?" She looked at him as if he had gone completely crazy.

Dave wasn't ready to give up yet. "Don't you remember when we drove here? I stopped in the woods, made you suck me off and you enjoyed me doing it? And liked doing it?"

"Huh? I never said I don't like giving you head. But I do it when I want to do it." She squirmed on her seat. "Hmm, that thingy is certainly doing some magic down there."

He shrugged and gave up. The girl was clearly not aware of the fact that she had been his sub until they came to this little village. A thought struck him. What if it had something to do with them being in Domme? Was it possible that Domme had turned his cheeky and lovely slut into a Domme? His scientifically trained mind rejected the idea, but it also told him that there was no better explanation. Apart from a brain tumor or something else being wrong with her brain. And that would be even worse than some mystical force turning subs into Dommes. At least with that explanation there was still hope that she might turn back to being her normal self as soon as they left here. He decided he would play along, make sure they left the village the next day and see what happened.

"Hello? Dave? Anybody in there?" Lisa looked at him over the rim of her glass. "The food has arrived."

"What? Oh, yeah." They talked about what to do in the next days while they ate, laughed a lot, just like they would have done if nothing unusual had happened.

They had dessert and coffee and later strolled through the streets again, which by now where deserted after the last tourists had left and dimly lit by very few streetlights. They came to a small park and sat on a bench, his arms around her shoulders, her head on his. Nobody said a word for a couple of minutes; they just sat in silence and enjoyed the balmy night and the presence of each other.

"This thingy doing its magic on my clit is making me uber-horny. I need to be fucked now," she said and swung her leg up to straddle him.

"Hmm, I see you're thinking the same," she grinned as her frantic hands slid up her dress and opened his fly. His hands kneaded her butt, supporting her while she rode him fast. It didn't take her long to reach a climax and afterwards she clung to him shaking.

"That was good, love, but not enough. Let's go to the hotel now," Lisa whispered while she closed the zipper of his pants. "After all, you've been a very good boy so far, you should get your reward too."

"Thank you Ma'am, I appreciate that."

"Don't thank me yet. There's a lot of hard work to be done before you get relieve, hihihi."

"Yeah, I bet."

Back in the hotel they stood on the balcony and looked over the moonlit valley below. "I was standing here when I felt dizzy all of a sudden, and the next thing I know is that I was lying on the tiles in the bedroom. Since then, I feel a bit different. Real cool, but different."

"Uh huh. Strange. What do you think has happened?"

"No idea. Maybe I didn't drink enough. Anyway, who cares? I'm fine, the night is still young and I'm still horny." With that she opened his trousers and slid them down, then did the same with his shorts while he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Hmm, I love you so much," she whispered in his ear as she hugged and kissed him. "And I love that thing poking my belly. Except that it shouldn't be poking my belly."

"I think I can do something about that, Ma'am," he replied truthfully, lifting her up, pushing her against the wall and thrusting into her.

"Yeah, that's much better," she gasped.

Her legs wrapped around him he carried her to the bed and laid her gently down, all the time pushing deep into her wet cunt.

"Yes, yesss!" she urged him on at first but then changed her mind and told him to stop and withdraw. "I want it from behind, and don't you dare and come before I did," she added, knowing that he usually came rather fast when they fucked doggy style.

"Uh oh, that's a no-no." She reached behind her and grabbed his hand, pulled it away from her asshole to her breast. "Play with this instead."

He played along, felt her grinding her pussy on his cock, caressed her buttcheek with one hand and her breast with the other until she came with a loud shriek, pushing herself so hard onto him that he almost fell off the bed. For a second he hoped she might let him cum too, but she slipped away and turned around, lying on her belly and propped up on her elbows. He sat on his heels and watched her crawl closer, until her face was inches from his throbbing cock.

"You want to cum?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Hmm, do you think you've been good enough to get a reward?" She turned onto her back and looked up at him, her head bent back, one hand between her legs, exposing her throat like a young wolf would to show his submission to the leader of the pack.

"Yes," he said, thinking that she was hotter than ever. Right now she moved and behaved very much like the sub he knew, but what she said totally contradicted her body language, which made the situation extremely exciting. Dave realized that he didn't need much more to reach an orgasm himself and for a split second was tempted to do that; shoot his jism all over her face and tell her to screw herself when she made a fuss about it. But then his curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to know what she would do, wanted to know how far she would take it.

She took hold of him, stroked his cock lightly, pulled it up, arched her back and kissed his scrotum. He moaned and grabbed her hair to direct her when she let go of him again.

"Yuck." She sat up, eying his sack. "How much do you want me to suck you?"

"Very much, Ma'am," he answered truthfully.

Lisa thought about that for a moment, then she got up and walked to the bathroom. He heard her rummage around for a while, then she called out to him. "We'll see how much that is. Come here, my dear."

When he came through the bathroom door she sat on the toilet, her razor in one hand, his shaving gel in the other. "Here's the deal," she said just as her pee rippled into the toilet. "You'll be shaved and then I'll give you a blowjob like you never had before."

"No way. No fucking way."

"Too bad. Then it's good night."

"You don't think I let myself be shaved for one meager blowjob, do you?"

"I'm not talking about one, sweetheart. I love your cock and I love to suck it off, but not with all that stupid hair getting into my mouth."

"Still. I'm not going to let you shave me. I mean, that's my balls we're talking about."

"Oh, now we're getting all worried, huh? Can't remember that you ever had a problem shaving me. And if I'm not completely mistaken you didn't use this razor," she replied, holding up the Gillette. "No, far as I know, and I might add that I know pretty damn well since we're talking about my pussy here, you used one of them blades."

She sure had a point there. He remembered when he did it the first time. He actually had to stop a couple of times so she could breathe. Her eyes still on him she wiped herself, got up and leaned in to whisper in his ear: "C'mon, don't be a sissy."

He glared at her for a while, tried to stare her down, but for once she didn't cast down her eyes but instead stared back at him. "Hmm. Ok, you shave me but you'll give me at least two blowjobs a day," Dave finally conceded, feeling rather foolish.

"Yep. Deal. Now get in the tub, you'll get a washing as a bonus." She sponged him from head to toe, then had him sit on the bidet with his legs spread wide. "I knew this bidet would come handy," she grinned and sprayed shaving gel on his private parts. He looked down at her in horror, as she pulled on his scrotum and began to shave him. "No worries, honey, I'm used to this. Believe me, I'm as much interested in not damaging anything as you are," Lisa giggled, finishing to shave his sack and continuing with the thick bush above his dick. She had to stop and crop them with the scissors first. When she was finished she told him to get up so she could look at him.

"Yes, very nice. Sucking you will be so much more fun without those stupid hairs getting between my teeth. I think I'll spare you the humiliation of shaving you around the asshole," she said when she had finished with his pubes. "But maybe I should do it anyway, just so you know how it feels." She looked up at him, his rigid cock in her hand.

"No! Never! I didn't agree to that. Besides, you're not going to lick that anyway."

"Hmm, yeah. Right. Ok, no shaving then."

"Thank you, Ma'am," he answered with relief both in his voice and his expression.

"Hmm, looks very nice," Lisa stated and started to massage lotion onto him until he was fully erect.

She pushed him down on the bidet, straddled him once again, searched for his cock with her pussy and slid onto him. "To the bed, slave. And then fuck me good."

"What about the blowjob?" Dave enquired.

"First, it's 'what about the blowjob Ma'am?' and then it's time for that when I decide it's time for that. Now I want you to fuck me!"

He didn't need to be told twice and got up. With his cock deep inside her, supporting her by the buttocks and her arms around his neck he carried her to the bed and laid her gently on her back. Then he began to slowly fuck her and kiss her breasts.

"Make your Mistress cum now, then you can cum too," she said and pulled up her legs. He thrust deep inside her while she played with her clit, until she screamed her orgasm to the world. He kept fucking her, taking his time, his weight pressing her down, kneading her buttcheeks again. Finally he came and lay panting on top of her.

They lay on the bed for half an hour, holding each other, his big hands stroking her back, Lisa purring like a kitten, enjoying the feeling until she almost fell asleep.

"You still owe me a blowjob, Ma'am."

She blinked her eyes, then shook her head. "I'm too tired now."

"You promised." He nudged her until she gave in and started to kiss her way down his chest and belly.

"Hmm, yeah, that's great," he moaned when she had him in her mouth, stroking his balls.

Instead of an answer she swung herself around and placed her crotch above his face. "Quid pro quo," she mumbled with his cock between her lips and lowered her hips.

***

They awoke when the sun was already high. She made good use of his morning erection before they got up and ready for breakfast.

It was one of those days she had difficulties walking, but at least smiling was easy.

Neither of them spoke much during the breakfast. When they were about to leave the terrace where Dave had taken the plates with croissants, flutes, butter and jam a concierge approached them and asked them to follow her to the front desk.

"Je suis desolée," she said, tapping at the keyboard and continued to explain that the room Lisa had booked for three nights had already been booked for the next night and that there was no other room available, unfortunately, and they were very sorry for their mistake. But they had taken the liberty to book a room in a very nice hotel in Sarlat, right in the middle of the old town. It would be free of charge, of course.

Lisa translated for Dave and noticed relief washing over his face. She looked at him for a moment, surprised about his reaction, then turned around again and settled the details with the concierge.

"Oh well, I guess it's not that bad," she said when they were up in their room again to pack their luggage. "However, I'm a bit surprised about your reaction. Don't you like it here?"

Dave looked up from his suitcase which he was about to zip closed. "Not that much, to be honest. Something is strange here. But it's too early to tell." "Hmm, keeping secrets, huh?"

"No Ma'am, but you know I like to be sure before I start talking about something." Yes, she knew about that well enough.

He came to her help to close her suitcase, picked up his own and went to the door. She remained standing in the middle of the room, glaring at his back. "Is something wrong, Ma'am?" Dave asked as he turned around to look back at her.

"Do I look like a friggin' porter?"

"Certainly not, Ma'am. You look much better than any porter, rest assured of that. Way sexier too!" he added with a grin, taking in the sight of her in a short flower print dress and sandals.

"Then why do you suppose I'm going to carry my suitcase?"

"Because you usually insist on carrying it yourself?"

"Yeah, but today is not usual." She kept staring at him.

He flashed a smile, apologized and got hold of both their suitcases. They checked out and stood on the narrow cobblestoned street. Lisa strolled away with swaying hips in an effort to tease him.

They crossed the small place just inside the large gates in the city walls and continued through the gate.

"Now I wonder what will happen," Dave said.

Lisa looked back. "What will happen?"

"Just pay attention, Ma'am," he said, hoping he was right and at the same time hoping she wouldn't crash here on the hard pavement and hurt herself.

"I go buy some lunch in that shop we just passed and then we'll drive down to the river, lie down on the blanket and spend the afternoon there. Maybe take a swim. Maybe have some fun." She was away before he could say anything.

A quarter of an hour later they had found a nice spot right at the river bank, secluded from every side except the river. Dave had laid out the blanket, gone back to fetch Lisa's bikini which she had forgotten in the car and was now lying on his back, enjoying the sun.

"I'll go check the water," she said as soon as she had changed into her bikini. For a moment she thought about inserting that little hummingbird to have some fun while she swam, but then she wasn't sure if it was waterproof and started walking towards the Dordogne.

He heard a loud splash but no squealing, which was strange. She wasn't one that jumped into a river she didn't know and she was a bit of a sissy when it came to cold water and usually shrieked and squealed a great deal before she finally was settled in.

"Oh damn!" he shouted as he got up and sprinted after her. Sure enough, she was floating in the water, already a couple of meters downstream. Luckily the current was very gentle here and the river not more than five or six feet deep, still shallow enough for him to stand in. It took him only a couple of seconds to reach her and pull her out again. He made sure she breathed regularly and that she hadn't water in her lungs and then he laid her on the blanket, wrapped in a large towel.

He watched her all the time she was unconscious, watched her chest rise and fall with every breath and thought about whether he should even tell her what happened.

"Wow, I had a very weird dream," she said even before she opened her eyes. Her eyes blinked a couple of times until they got used to the bright summer light. "I dreamed that I dominated you."

"Really? That's indeed strange. How was it? Did you like it?"

"Hmm, not that much. There was quite a lot of good sex, but all in all it wasn't that cool." Lisa looked around. "Oh, when did we come here?" She sat up. "And to be honest, I feel down there as if I had all the sex I dreamed about."

Dave flashed her his best smile. "That's because you had."

"What? When?"

"Last night. You did act like a Domme."

"Stop kidding me. We both know I couldn't be a Domme. Wait. I dreamed I shaved you." She hesitated a moment. "Can I ... can I look?"

"Oh shit!" she giggled after Dave had pulled down his swimming trunks far enough to show her that he was indeed shaved. "But ... I mean, what happened, and why did you go along?"

"I'm not sure what happened. I think it was Domme who changed you," Dave replied, his thumb pointing at the walls of the village high above them on the steep hill. "And I went along with it because I wanted to see if you're up to the job."

"And? Was I?"

"Not really. I mean, you played your role not bad, but all in all you were still a submissive girl acting like a Domme."

"Aww fuck!"

"That's ok babe. You're a great sub and I very much prefer that." Dave kissed her, his hands on her breast feeling the nipples stiffen.

"Hmm, yeah, but ... but I can't even be a real Domme with the help of some weird magic. But at least I'm back to normal. That's that."

"Right. And now it's punishment time."

"What? It's not my fault I switched roles. It's not like I did anything to make you submit to me, or to dominate you," she defended herself, but not very convincingly.

"Yes, that's right, Lisa," he said. "It wasn't your fault. But you still took advantage of the situation and shaved me. For that you'll receive a punishment." "Aww, damn! That's not fair," Lisa finished the discussion by lying onto him and sealing his lips with her mouth. They kissed for a long time, both glad that things were back to normal again. Then she got off him, started to prepare lunch, cut bread and cheese and fruits.

"So how will I be punished?" she asked, lying on her back again, squinting her eyes at the sun after they had eaten.

"I'm still thinking about it," Dave answered. "I feel tired, I think I'll sleep for a while," he announced and closed his eyes.

Lisa wandered around, took some pictures of Dave and some more of the flowers along the river. She noticed the bulge in Dave's swimming trunks and contemplated to take a look at his bald privates, maybe give him a blowjob. But by now there were quite a few canoes on the river and she couldn't very well suck him him in plain view of the people in the canoes, especially since most of them were occupied by families with children.

With a sigh she stepped into the water, swam against the slow current for twenty minutes, fast enough to stay in place, and got out again. Then she sat down and looked at Dave, his face peaceful, the hands folded behind his head and had to fight the urge to wake him up. Instead, she kept looking at him, thinking about how much she loved him and how lucky she'd been to find him. Or be matched with him, as was the case. The time that had followed was certainly the best of her life, at least her adult life. And she was grateful for every last second.

At long last he stirred and woke up. Lisa smiled at him while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Welcome back, Master," she greeted him, grinning from ear to ear. "Good to have you back."

"Yeah, babe. Same here," he said. He drank from the water bottle and looked at her. "I had a very nice dream too, but mine was just a dream, unfortunately. I lent you to another couple and watched them having fun with you."

Lisa gulped. That was still on her list of things she didn't want to do. At least not yet. "Uh huh. How was it? How was I?" she wanted to know.

"It was very nice. And you were your usual horny self. A sex crazed cunt doing what she's told to do. And you seemed to enjoy it, too. You made me very proud." He smiled at her blushing. "Maybe we should revise your list of limits, Lisa."

"Yes, we should." Indeed, it was some time since she last went through that list and quite a lot had happened in the meantime. She wasn't sure whether she was ready to be lent to someone else, but other things on that list had become less repulsive. She remembered how anything related to pee had been on that list once and how she one day just knelt down in front of him after he peed and asked him for permission to lick him clean.

She was still in thoughts when Dave spoke again. "OK, I've made up my mind about the punishment. You will be punished for shaving me, but not for the rest. You may pick the appropriate penalty."

Lisa made a face and thanked him, more than just a touch of irony in her voice. Picking her own punishment usually meant she got a harsher punishment than when he did. Not that she got punished often, at least not outside of play. She thought this over, knowing that this wasn't a punishment but part of their playing. She couldn't think of something appropriate and let her eyes wander when her eyes fell on a stand of willows at the waters edge.

"Ten strokes with a willow switch? I think that would remind me of my place." She looked at him expectantly, hoping and fearing at the same time that he would agree.

"Hmm. Are you sure? That will hurt a lot and if I'm not mistaken canes are still on your list of limits."

"Yes, I'm sure. I think it is time to try this. And I know how much you want me to try it out. But can I use my safeword if I have to, Master?" she added pleadingly. So far she had never needed her safeword except once, when they had played outside and she noticed a bee on her leg while she'd been tied to a tree. She wouldn't have minded the bee if it weren't for her allergy to bee stings. So she had started to yell and shout and almost had forgotten her safeword.

"Of course you can," Dave answered, rummaged around in their backpack and tossed her a Swiss army knife. "You may also go and get the switch of your choice yourself," he continued with a devious grin.

Lisa got up, adjusted the bottom of her bikini and went to pick one of the young branches of the willow. She wasn't sure whether a thin, flexible one or a thicker, heavier one would be better. Eventually she decided on one that was about a centimeter at the base, cut it to a length of a good half meter, walked back to were Dave was sitting watching her and sat down cross-legged on the blanket to peel the bark off the switch.

Dave watched her all the time, an amused smile playing around his mouth. Suddenly he laughed out loud and when she looked puzzled he said "I hate to say it, but judging from that growing dark spot between your legs you're being turned on."

She looked down, realized that he was right, blushed deeply and replied, "you didn't hate to say that. You loved it."

"Yup, of course I did. I'll go search for a place where nobody can see us. Follow me when you're ready." He stood up and disappeared between the trees. Two minutes later she examined the switch and was satisfied. The smooth, white wood of the switch shouldn't do any damage beyond leaving welts. If he didn't use too much force, of course. But she trusted him to know how much would be not too much. At least there were no little edges or small twigs standing out to pierce her flesh, no bark that could be driven beneath her skin.

"What the heck am I doing here?" she asked herself as she stood up and gingerly stepped into her sandals to follow Dave into the forest. "Oh well, it's too late now."

Carefully, so as not to scratch her legs on one of the blackberry shoots that snaked all over the place, she went after Dave. He had found the perfect spot, well secluded from both the road above them and the river. He pointed to a crooked oak tree with a thick branch standing out with its twigs hanging almost in the water of the Dordogne and the dense layers of leafs shielding the place from anyone who might pass by on a canoe. She handed the switch to Dave, walked over to the oak, placed her underarms on the branch and inhaled deeply.

Dave didn't follow her right away but stood there looking at her slender legs and her firm butt beneath the fabric of her white bikini bottom. He felt himself growing hard and for a second he was tempted to skip the whipping and just fuck her right here and now. But why hurry; he could do that after the whipping. With two long strides he was behind her, his hand on her butt, gently caressing it, sliding his hand beneath the bikini and between her legs. She met his touch by sticking out her ass, her breath going faster both from her arousal and her fear of what was to follow.

"Are you still sure?" he asked, a bit worried that she might have picked a too harsh punishment. But then again, he knew that she could stand much more than she thought herself and he trusted her to use her safeword should he take it too far.

"Yes, Master. Please whip my ass." She didn't sound half as confident as she wanted to but still she was determined to at least try it.

"OK. Then stick that cute ass of yours out." He slid the bikini bottom down to her knees and stood back, giving her a couple of light slaps with his bare hand to warm up the skin.

She closed her eyes and braced herself for the first stroke. It stung, but not as bad as she had feared. Still, she jerked a little bit and clenched her teeth. "One, thank you Master for reminding me of my place."

Swiiish - whack!

This was already worse and waves of pain shot through her butt. Each of the following strokes hurt more than the previous and by the time she had received seven she was in severe pain. Her forehead was covered in sweat and tears were rolling down her cheek. So far she hadn't screamed or cried out, but the eighth time the switch cracked on the white flesh of her buttocks, leaving an angry red welt, she cried out, howling her pain to the world.

"Eight! Thank you Master," she counted when she had found her voice again. Dave looked at her. She was obviously in great pain, but just as obviously willing to pull this through. He thought about going easier on the last two, but decided against it. She had wanted to do this, had wanted to try it out and he didn't want her to rob of the opportunity to find out how much pain she actually could handle. He checked the skin on her butt to make sure the last two strokes hadn't pierced it. Yup, he reckoned he could hit her still a bit harder without risking injury.

Swiiish - whack!

This time she didn't scream but she bit her lip until she almost draw blood. Her hips bucked and she just could refrain from reaching back to soothe the stinging pain in her butt. It took her some time until she was able to count and thank him properly.

Swiiish - whack!

Her legs gave almost way and she stood there for a full minute, just concentrating on breathing, blinking away the tears and trying to remain upright. "Ten. Thank you so very much for reminding me of my place, Master," she finally said in a hoarse whisper.

"You're very welcome, sweetheart. Now go for a swim to cool your cute butt, if you like."

She thought about this for a moment, then she said "I ... umm ... to be honest, I thought, since I'm already standing here, naked and with my butt sticking out ..."

"Hehehe, that's the spirit," Dave answered, a bit surprised and very proud of her resilience. He got his cock out of his bathing trunks while she stepped out of her bikini bottoms and spread her legs. He entered her wet cunt and slammed hard into her, evoking a gasp of pain and pleasure from his girl.

He pulled her by the hair and fucked her hard, using her body just for his own pleasure, not caring at all about her own satisfaction. He knew his hips slamming into her freshly caned buttocks were hurting her, but she never complained. When he had finished, he picked up the switch again and handed it to her. "Maybe you want to keep this as a souvenir of your first caning. You did very well and you made me very proud, Lisa."

"Thank you very much, Master," she said with a weak smile. Then she bent over to pull her bikini bottom back up, a wave of pain washing over her when the abused skin on her butt was stretched. They walked back to the blanket.

"OK, time for a swim, last one in the water is a sissy," Lisa announced and darted away towards the river, jumping in without missing a beat.

"So I'm the sissy?" he asked while he slowly lowered himself into the cool water.

"Umm ... no. Of course not."

"I thought the caning would have a longer lasting effect. Looks like we have to repeat this on a regular basis."

"Oh no, please, Sir, I was just joking," Lisa cried out.

"Hmm, maybe you need to cool down," Dave said and reached out to put her under water.

"Arrrh, you'll pay for this," she snorted as she popped out of the water again, sputtering a mouthful of water at him.

They fooled around in the water until they got cold and got out to dry and heat up again. Dave watched her as she walked away to pee in the bushes and admired the red welts on each side of the bikini bottom.

"We'll go somewhere public to swim tomorrow so you can show off those beautiful marks on your ass," he announced when she came back.

She wasn't sure if he was serious, so she remained silent. Then, lying on her stomach because that was the position in which her bottom hurt the least, she suddenly giggled.

"What's so funny?" Dave pulled her bikini bottom down to rub some lotion on her sore butt.

"I just thought that for me, all this is almost over. My butt's still on fire, of course and if you're serious about me strutting around at the pool to show off the welts on my ass, well, then there's that, too, but you know that I'm a humiliation slut. But you still have the worst before you."

"Huh, why would that be?"

"I take it you have never shaved your pubes and had them grow back again. Well, let me tell you: It's gonna be the itching of your life, hihihi." She couldn't stop laughing and eventually he couldn't help but join in and then he flipped her on her back and kissed her full lips to shut her up.