Switch Deluxe

Hi all. I've got an interesting development in our relationship to relay to everyone. Essentially, I've taken on the role as the primary submissive in the relationship.

We had a running conversation over the last couple weeks about submission and dominance. I've been feeling more frisky lately, and been frustrated when my attempts to dom her ended up with me pissed at such a disobediant brat and her frustrated that I'm not pushing her buttons very well.

She's also been gradually putting her foot down more, being more dominant in situations where she wants her way. Somewhere along the way she realized I was more than happy to obey her when she got all bossy with me. Even if that meant taking the lead in bed (not always my favorite).

Early last week, I kept making hints and asking permission for things during a chat. The results were amazing, in my eyes. She took right over from me, becoming micro-managing, demanding, and not allowing me any sexual relief. This put me into 7th heaven, since I don't get this sort of treatment from my sugar very often. The tighter she held onto control (forbidding me to look at other girls, keeping a notebook of infractions, sending me to bed, making me get up at a certain time) the deeper I went into sub-space.

Until we had a long chat one day in which I confessed how much I enjoyed and craved submitting to her. How much I liked her having the final say over things, how I liked knowing I was accountable to her. She told me while she enjoyed being dominated in bed, it drove her insane to have to obey someone else's orders. And how "fun" she found bossing me around.

So...the tentative arrangement was me submitting to her in general, full time. While nothing changes too much in our ordinary way of things, she does get final say. I'm obligated to listen to her instructions more closely. The "no looking" rule has been made permanent, and I'm not allowed to touch myself without her permission (and not allowed to ask for it either!).

I know there will be plenty of times she will need me to take the lead, and I embrace that as much as I embrace having to explain why I spent time looking at a classmate's feet. However, I feel so good about my new role, so happy that she official has control over me. The day after this arrangement I woke up so turned on...and so thrilled I had to control myself and stay horny for her.

I only hope I can make this as pleasurable for her as it is for me!

---Him

Punishment Time

I'm not a huge fan of punishment, as a general rule. I'm idealistic in the sense that everyone should be doing what they should be doing because if they don't, then why do it at all? So not a lot of energy goes into my "normal" activities in regard to punishing people.



That's totally beside the point when it comes to her, however. Being quite a bit of the sub myself, I very much understand misbehaving just to get a rise out of the rule maker. I also understand how disappointing it is to not get punished, or to be threatened with a punishment that never materializes.



That'll happen occaisonally in bed, when in passionate moments she'll threaten to paddle me aftewards if X doesn't happen (usually my little buddy not wanting to stand up and play). Those sort of comments used to have an effect on me...but lately, I can just shrug them off since I've yet to experience the post-coitus punishment.



But no matter. Recently, there were some issues regarding our long standing rule about getting permission before she can visit with any her friends. She grew angry, and I knew she'd need to be punished. For a variety of reasons, that punishment was slow to arrive...busy at work, not wanting to use time together for BDSM...whatever. It happens, no hard feelings.



But while I was waiting for ample opportunities to give her what-for, she had taken to casual little defiances. She went out to lunch with a friend without even telling me about it, never mind getting permission first. She'd be mouthy. She'd taunt me whenever I mentioned her impending punishment. All in all, she was doing her best to piss me off. And not in any sexy, "Oh no lil boy, I'm the one in charge" sort of way. In a pain in the ass kind of way.



So when she came down, one of the first things I did was strip her naked, lay her on the bed, and spank her soundly. Here's a shot about halfway through...







Which is about where it stopped being fun for her, which was the whole point. I was really not happy with the way she'd been taunting me, and gave her very much what she had been asking for for literally weeks. By the time I was done scolding her, smacking her, making her cry out and wail, I got her to admit I'd been much worse than she expected.



Here's how she looked after I'd finished...







Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. Tho I do wish I'd kept going a bit longer...

---Him

A story

So I was daydreaming and I had a lovely idea for an erotica story, and I felt like posting it. It goes into some of my deeper fantasies and desires, and is definitely something I would like to experience with him.

A Story

Jane was busy cleaning the kitchen, as she hadn’t gotten to it after making Paul breakfast and packing him a lunch. She knew he wouldn’t be pleased to find a dirty kitchen, no less a dirty house, when he returned home from work. She had taken an afternoon nap and slept a little longer than she had wanted to.

Frantically cleaning the house as best as she could, Jane looked at the clock. It was nearly six o’clock. Knowing the routine, she gave a heavy sigh and resolved to accept the consequences of her mistake.

Jane made her way over to the front door, a few feet from the space in front of the door, and knelt down. On her knees, she held a straight posture: breasts perky and slightly pushed out, shoulders straight above her hips, hands clasped behind her back. She knew this was how Paul liked to see her when he came home from a tiring day at work. She liked this routine, because it made her feel like the slave she really was. She knew she was going to have a rough night because of the messy house, though.

Paul opened the door, smiled briefly at his little slave before he took notice of the chaos that the house was in. He gave Jane a stern look, and she knew that she was to stay on her knees until he came to get her.

Paul walked slowly around the house, taking good note that the table had not been wiped, vacuuming and mopping had been neglected, among several other minute details about the house.

Running a finger along the mantelpiece, Paul took note of the dust on his finger. He walked over to Jane and showed her his finger.

“Do you see this?”

“Yes”

He wipes his finger on her clean white shirt, leaving a dirt mark, then abruptly takes a fistful of her hair and jerks her head back to look him in the eyes.

“Yes…what?”

Jane knowingly says “Master” to him. The feeling of his hand on her head, grasping tightly to her hair, is painful but she keeps it inside. All of a sudden, he pulls her up off her knees by the fistful of hair in his hand, dragging her down the stairs into the basement. She knows she is in trouble.

He throws her down on the ground, she looks up at him.

“Don’t you DARE look at me, slave. Look down and put your ass in the air so I can inspect you” Jane can hear the anger in his voice as she obeys.

Paul walks over to a table where some paddles and canes are laying, and picks up a nice thin cane and some rope. Carefully, he pulls his slave’s hands behind her back, leaving her to lay her head flat on the side to support her body, her knees on the ground, slightly spread. He wraps the rope around her wrists, securing them behind her back. Standing back, he smiles at her discomfort.

“What have you done to deserve this, slave?”

“I didn’t get the house clean as I was instructed, Master, and I’m sorry” Paul reaches down and grabs a firm handful of hair and pulls her up a little.

“You have lost the privilege of referring to yourself as ‘me’ or ‘I’, slave. You will refer to yourself as ‘this slave’ or ‘this girl’ or ‘she’. You are no longer Jane, but simply slave, understood?”

Wincing at the pain, she says “Yes, Master, this slave understands”

He puts her back down on the ground, and walks around her, stopping behind her. He pushes up her skirt, notices the panties covering her sex. She immediately remembers she was told never to wear panties when wearing a skirt, and she had forgotten.

“She is very sorry Master, she-”

“Shut the fuck up slave. You have disobeyed me in more than one way today and for that you are going to pay”

She feels the gag wrapped around her face, it goes in her mouth, and he clasps it behind her head, tightly. She knows he doesn’t want to hear her voice. He is disgusted with her.

Pulling down her panties, he reaches for the cane and runs his masculine hands over it. He waves it in the air a few times, satisfied, knowing that the sting of the cane on his filthy slave’s ass will teach her a lesson.

It comes down, suddenly, on her bare ass. She lets out a loud yelp, and he immediately reaches for her hair, grasping a handful and pulling up violently, “I don’t remember telling you that you could make a sound, slave. Be silent”

He continues caning her bare bottom, as she struggles to be silent, her ass getting red hot, welts already forming. Suddenly he stops and walks away. He walks into the next room, leaving her in this exposed position, her pussy dripping and ass aching.

Ten minutes go by and he comes back into the room, disrobed, cock erect. He gets down on his knees behind her and inspects her aching pussy. He knows she wants him deep inside of her, but decides to make her wait just a little longer. Wrapping his hand around his slaves neck, applying a little pressure, he pulls her up to him so her back is touching his chest.

He whispers in her ear, “Does my filthy slave want to be fucked?”

She nods her tear-streaked face and whimpers gently as she feels her Master’s hard cock pushing against her back and his warm hand squeezing her throat. He reaches a hand down and strokes her pussy. Groaning gently in her ear, he pushes her back down on the ground.

He runs his big cock along her ass and vagina, “Hmm I wonder what hole I should take?” He pauses, wondering if his slave will make a sound at this remark, but she doesn’t, “It doesn’t matter which, though because they belong to me and I have every right to do what I please with them”

At this he begins pushing his hard penis into her ass, gently easing it in until it is fully penetrated, then starts going in and out fast and hard. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of the slave’s hair, pulling as he takes her ass.

Pulling out and pausing, he suddenly shoves it into her soaking pussy. She lets out a loud yelp and he smiles at this outburst, proceeding to take her from behind.

Her Master lets out a loud groan as he cums inside of her, and she smiles at his satisfaction. He pulls out, gives her ass a very hard slap, and walks a few steps before turning around, “You will stay in that position until I am ready to use you again, slave”

He walks out of the room and doesn’t come back for over an hour.

-Her