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MBS Spanko Brunch: Switching

Apologies again for the lack of posting...between her moving, and my own extracurricular committments it's been a busy busy week!

Question posed by Bonnie...

"Do you and your partner ever switch roles? If so, is it a fifty-fifty arrangement or an occasional change of pace? Do you each have a preferred role?"

We switch, so much in fact it's never clear who's getting the next spanking!

I enjoy giving the spankings at least as much as I like to get them. Most of my kink background has been in the femdom area, and much of our relationship is with her on top...but that doesn't affect how I enjoy smacking her ass. I get a deep satisfaction out of turning her bottom nice and rosy, and even more out of the wiggles, squirms, and even curses I get out of her when I get down to business. It's just lovely!

Fortunately, I'm blessed with a friend and partner who's willing to step outside her normal comfort zone and spank ME. When we first began to date, she told me a few times she could never imagine spanking the man in a relationship...but just this past Friday I got quite a thorough backside warming. I don't think it ranks high on her favorite activities list...but that doesn't seem to stop her from getting me regularly!

Thanks again for a nice question, Bonnie...can't wait to see what comes next week!

Thanks for everyone who's been keeping up on our adventures, and hopefully you'll get more reading fodder (including her account of my recent spanking) very soon!

---Him

Common Thoughts

He and I are actually going through a lot of the same thought processes lately.

For the longest time I thought I was a submissive and I could never domme a man, nor could I EVER imagine myself spanking one. But since he has come into my life, I have drastically changed. My need for control in regular life routines has crossed over into my romantic life, and even occasionally into the bedroom. Two areas of my life where I thought were completely submissive.

I just find myself unwilling to completely submit. I would rather continue doing what I want while controlling what He does. What helped me realize this was His complete, continuing cooperation in exploring all sides of ourselves.

He did recently officially submit to me. No collaring process or anything, it was just us sitting around talking about what we wanted, and for now it includes me having the veto power!

Strangely, he still has power over my social life. Hrm.

So next weekend we're going to a Halloween party. We had discussed going as a BDSM couple, Miss Piggy & Kermit, and those options just weren't jumping out at us. After a brainstorming session, He came up with Pepe LePeu and his kitty lover.
He'll most likely end up not doing much of the drinking, and I will!!! That's alright. His purpose there will be to protect me and take care of His Mistress. I think all in all we'll have a good time.

Here's to healthy lifestyles!

-Her

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

Blah

So...I'm a lil annoyed at the moment. She just chewed my hiney out for not sticking to pushups, or getting this post done earlier in the day. This is where my sub side goes to war with my "I just wanna do what I want" side.

It's tricky, too. I try to build myself into a dom role to handle her the way she likes...but then it backfires when her "I want things my way" side flares up, and I'm not exactly able to fight off her instructions. Aggravating.

This past week when she visited, I jumped her just about right away. I took her upstairs and tied her to my bed, having her suck me before I fucked her fast and hard, totally taking her for my pleasure. Then I left her, still cuffed to the bed, and went back to work. She freed herself, of course...and that was all there was to it.

We had some fun the next two days, her taking the lead mostly in bed. I was ridden quite a bit, which I've discovered is my favorite position. I was even tied up to the bed, clothespinned, during one of those rounds. THAT was an intense event.

I'm vaguely puzzled by continuing trouble getting hard for her in missionary or doggie positions. I don't understand the problem...or even if there is one. Either way, I think we have our fun.

Till next time...

---Him

Meeting in the country

So we decided to meet between where we live from each other, in a small town community, to see a movie together and spend some time with each other after I had been out of the area for the past 3 days and had NO outside communication. Apparently he had been going crazy not being able to contact me, and I returned to find a good 2 handfuls of emails from him telling me how much he missed me and how he was annoyed he couldn't even tell me the smallest thing, like that he'd gotten a haircut. How flattering :)

I'm finding it more and more confusing, mentally, trying to figure out what exactly I want most of the time. I'm finding more and more that I really am a switch. Sometimes I'm wanting to jump him on the spot, tie him down and have my way with him. But then other times I just want him to hold me down, kiss me forcefully and just have his fun with me.

-Yes, I do admit to having a rape fantasy... but what woman doesn't?-

During the movie I decided I'd tease and torture him a little bit. There was only one couple in there besides us and I thought it would be really fun to have a wriggling, squirmy boy in the seat next to me. So I made sure to tickle his sides, his belly, his underarms, and I even reached a hand up his shorts to tickle his privates that he was silly enough to leave sans underwear. And he wanted to do that for the thrill of having no underwear. I gave him his thrill. Even afterwards, when we were just hanging out in my car, I had my fun tickling him and teasing him. From licking and kissing his neck to licking and sucking and breathing gently into his ear, he and I worked ourselves up to the point we were considering finding a secluded area. But we thought better of it and just left the teasing to what it was.

As fun as it was having the upper hand in the whole teasing thing... I had the strongest desire for him to take me into the back seat - leave all clothes on - lay on top of me, make out with me, grope and squeeze and tease my breasts, play with my oh-so-sensitive neck, wrap his strong, manly hand around my throat and squeeze as he kisses me. I really do get amazingly turned on when he starts choking me. Unfortunately this didn't play out - I wasn't surprised, considering the circumstances - but I still have the fantasy, and someday it will come true!

-Her

Another Story

I enjoy writing a story as much as the next guy...and my daydreams and such over the past couple days, fueled by a certain someone being down here and being mildly dominant.

"The Turnover"

I came home early, simply to to catch her with her chores undone. Just for an excuse to punish her, since she'd been so well behaved lately. It'd been too long since I'd had a chance to smack her bottom till it glowed cherry red.

I walked in the door to hear the radio going in the background, some 80's song about double vision. She was singing along, and I could hear her dancing along while the water in the sink ran. When I closed the door with a bang, and I heard her kill the radio and stop the dancing.

I stand in the doorway waiting for her to come. Sure enough, I saw her sweet, sexy form wander over hesitently, a nervous pinch to her face. When she was it was me, she sighed in relief and put her hand to the chest of her apron (all she was wearing today, such a good girl).

"I'm sorry, Master...I didn't realize you'd be home so early or I would have been waiting and everything--"

"Save it. I know you waste time during the day." I kept my tone harsh, and saw her tremble for a moment as I walked toward her. My cock twitched as she lifted her breasts up towards me, biting her lip with that gleam in her eye.

Kissing her, I grab her exposed ass and hear a soft moan slip from her lips. "I'm so sorry Master, you're right, I'm such a bad girl..."

I smack her ass. "Get that apron off and go to your cage. I want to see just how lazy you've been today."

Without hesitation, she untied her cute pink apron and hang it neatly on the hook by the kitchen door, before walking over to her cage. Her cage was a dog kennel, metal bars with a clear plastic bottom with no blankets or other comforts. It was just large enough for her to crouch in, or curl up if she was really motivated.

As I expected, nothing was completely done. In all fairness, it would have been finished by the time I normally got home, and probably well within that time frame...but the sight of my girl inside her cage did not make me inclined towards mercy OR reasonableness.

I walk back to the cage, picking up the small padlock as I go. "I'm very unhappy with you, my lil slut." I smile at her whimpers. "You're gonna have to spend some time in there while you think about how lazy you've been today."

I see her flare up at those words, and I start to wonder if she's going to be submissive enough to take what I want to give out today. I kick the cage, gently, just to remind her of her current place before locking the latch shut.

"Not a word. I'm going to shower and take a nap, maybe watch a movie. You think about what you could be doing with me right now if only you'd been well behaved and done your work properly."

She stays quiet, but seems thoroughly, amazingly pissed. I feel a flash of doubt again, but shake it off and head upstairs, to shed my clothing and jump in a nice steamy shower. And maybe jerk off...I'm already hard from knowing the uncomfortable position my baby is in.

***

I wake up and roll over in bed. Except, I can't. My arms and legs have been tied up, locked in some fuzzy cuffs. I'd laid them out before my nap, along with some other toys to use on my willing slave downstairs. I panicked, assuming a burglar had come inside.

"You sleep like a rock, baby." I feel soft, warm lips on my forehead...and realize I've been blindfolded. "You didn't even start waking up when I locked those cuffs on you."

"Sugar, you got out? How? Who? What the fuck?" I tugged against the cuffs in vain, in a minor panic now.

"You put the lock through the wrong bars babe. Then you really pissed me off with those lazy comments...so...I decided not to go along with whatever you had in mind."

I heard her walking along gently towards the dresser. "And judging by what you laid out here? It's a good thing I didn't."

I heard her testing out the slapper on her hand. "Oh god, sweetie, please, you know I wouldn't really--"

She grabbed my hair and pulled. Hard. "Shut the fuck up before I gag you. You come in here pulling dirty tricks, making me feel like some kind of failure...you're gonna get it for that, lil boy."

I whimpered. I'll admit it. Then I screamed, when she brought the slapper across my balls. "Baby, please--"

Yanking on my hair again, "Cut that shit out. You are SO not calling me 'baby' or anything else right now."

"Mistress, please, don't do that to me I can't--" I broke off in a scream as she slapped me again.

"Oh yes you can...you can and you will...because I'm totally not letting you off the hook this time. You're gonna wish you worked late tonight, slave boy..."

---Him

On Vacation

I'm still out of state, but finding some time to write about things. Well, I actually got ordered to...but...y'know ;-)

It's been a bit of a rough trip. But a bright point has been how well behaved my baby has been. I've been more or less the dom the entire time, with overriding rules for her while I'm away (and maybe longer, if I deem appropriate!)

That hasn't stopped lil power plays during our conversations tho. I've had a bit of a trouble looking at feet I shouldn't...and she leveraged my "bad boy" status on this issue into making me feel subby enough to give her back masturbation priviledges. I've tried to be tough and stay on top for her, but...y'know. Sometimes you can't block the message from the sub-button, as I've taken to calling it.

Certain ways she has of saying things, comments she makes, "suggestions" she offers...such as "Why don't you do a blog tonight? That's an order"...that just make the urge to submit to her nearly overwhelming. While I'm gone I'm doing my best to resist them, at least mostly. I promised I wouldn't show my belly and let her off the hook, and I have no intentions of it.

But that seems to be a totally different issue from writing a blog because she told me, or enduring a lecture about where my eyes and thoughts should be. I know I could prolly rise up and push her back down...but it's hard over the phone line, and it's hard when my default with a beautiful girl is to cast my eyes down and demure with, "Yes Mistress."

But you can bet your hiney she's gonna catch it GOOD when I finally get back to her, just for pushing that button so liberally! (Tho I wonder if that'll just encourage her more...)

---Him

In a Collar

I'm wearing a collar for her at the moment.

It feels...good. So good.

As dominant as I felt today, and as much as I directed her in most tasks today...I'm craving to be at her feet right now. Even if she doesn't do anything more than pat me idly while watching TV, I want to be near her, ready to do her bidding...

It started early on in our conversation today, when she started hinting at not letting me climax until Saturday (*moans*). I know I did the exact same thing to her last week...but...that's not much comfort. Having that reminder of how she controls such an intimate part of my life started pushing my sub buttons, even as I plotted and planned how to torture her when we saw each other next.

Lil comments here and there, about teaching me a lesson about "shouting" during IM conversation, being "petted," then sharing my submissive feelings which were then encouraged by her. I sent her a pic of the undies I was wearing...and as they're awfully revealing she started talking about sending me outside for lil chores with nothing but them on. This melted me even more, until I was sending her a picture of a Humbler and discussing cock rings...

What I love about her so much is that when I "complained" about being too submissive, she teased me: "Well come put me on my knees baby." When I declined (respectfully...she's the Mistress after all...) she switched gears altogether, sending me to put my collar on and starting to instruct me more closely.

Which is where I am now. Until she'll keep teasing me, I have to finish this entry I promised her before bed tonight. It feels almost humiliating, but in such a good way, to be sitting here in my underwear wearing a collar for the same woman I had naked cleaning her kitchen this afternoon. It's mind boggling...but so yummy.

Right now, I simply crave her attention and her approval. Her torment, too...I want her to tease and torture me for her enjoyment--I know, it's not genuine submission to want something specific for her enjoyment, but I think we can common ground on that part. We know each role is about pleasing each other as much as ourselves.

I confessed earlier to wanting her to hurt me, and she was surprized at some of the things I was bringing up. CBT, plucking body hair, hot wax. I'm not, as a general rule, a huge masochist...but some people have brought that out in me. She does that, she makes me want to surrender to anything she can do to me...whether that's going to make me moan and gasp, or whimper and scream.

I love her, and hopes she offers her helplessly devoted boy little mercy tonight, and every night until she grants me an orgasm.

---Him