Hello, old friends.
“Woah,” Switch murmured one time after eating my pussy. I had dominated him and made him go down on me for quite a while. The look on his face made him seem like he’d been through a deluge. “I really got into that. Like woah.”
I smiled and laid back. “That’s because Pretty’s pussy is magical.”
“Clearly,” he chuckled, “I used to doubt, but now I believe.”
So, some of you have been asking why I only seem to post about Switch dominating me. One, I haven’t had much time to sit down and write out what we’ve been up to. Two, gosh, I don’t know, it still makes me blush a lot.
I’ll fill the air by saying that I’m sometimes surprised how easy it is for me to dominate someone. I find submitting much more rewarding, but dominating comes fairly natural to me. While there have been a few teensy hiccups, I think I can attribute my success to having seen it from the other side and being able to discern what works and what more or less doesn’t.
Also, I may just be really, really mean. Because, it’s sort of funny. My persona when I dominate is always vaguely amused. I laugh a lot. I speak sweetly, I tease. It might be the fact that he could probably kick the crap out of me for half the stuff I say to him and doesn’t. And that’s control on the part of both involved parties.
I think the best way to describe what I’m like when I’m on top is vaguely within the lines of what some people describe as a babydomme. The word “Daddy” never comes into play, but my voice is almost always sweet, I giggle a lot, it all comes off a little bit precious. I think it’s that, honestly, with my size, I’d look a little absurd if I were yelling or too overtly cruel. And I’m plenty cruel, I just do it with some giggles thrown in. Which, honestly, may just be a little crueler.
So, yes, I’ll get to stories. I promise. You’ll all find out how positively mean I am.
Trapped, Part 10
In the morning, Switch kept me tied up a bit longer. “I’m savoring this,” he said when I protested, “I’m enjoying you being my hostage while it lasts.”
I was surprisingly not sore at all from having my arms tied in front of me all night and the blindfold had stayed in place. The morning was spent teasing me a bit more, mostly just through false threats and some more groping.
Eventually, he let me go by rolling me onto my back and untying my wrists. I removed the blindfold and leaned up, kissing him deeply.
“You clever jerk,” I shook my head, “I can’t believe you pulled this off.” I was still adjusting back to the light as he cuddled up beside me.
Switch chuckled and shrugged, “I just got really into it. There’s something about just taking you like that that makes me want to do it again.”
I smirked, “promise?”
Trapped, Part 9
As if to demonstrate that he had me, Switch started groping my breasts, my ass, even letting a stray finger wander into my mouth. Normally, when I am trying to fall asleep, I shove his hands away. I’m one of those people who likes to cuddle but can’t fall asleep that way to save her life. Now, I didn’t have the option to refuse being touched.
Eventually, he took pity on me and tied my wrists in front and let me fall asleep without being groped. “But if I find you trying to get out,” Switch cautioned as he knotted the belt, “you’ll be in huge trouble.”
I wasn’t sure what time it was or what time it had been when I woke up in what I presumed was the middle of the night. The blindfold kept me from telling whether it was morning or not. Switch must have felt me wake, because I felt him roll over to face me. He checked my wrists, checked my blindfold, gave me a kiss and chuckled, “you’re like fucking chattel, Ivy. I could get used to this.”
I rolled my eyes behind the blindfold, even though I was enjoying it as well, and fell back asleep.
Trapped, Part 8
I was still regaining my composure when Switch climbed onto the bed and pushed my breasts together. My boobs are literally just big enough to get fucked but small enough to sort of make the process a challenge.
I told him that if he untied my hands and took the blindfold off, I could help him. But, Switch just replied, “no, you just stay as you are and let me take what I need.”
The more I recovered from the ice play, the rougher he used me. He had his cock so far in the back of my throat when he came that I barely had the option not to swallow.
He released my legs and retied my arms behind my back. Still blindfolded, I was pulled up against him and practically cradled as he lifted a bottle of water to my lips. Confessedly, I enjoyed this degree of dependence.
When I had finished drinking, he removed the towel from the bed and laid me back down, climbing in beside me.
“Aren’t you going to untie me?” I asked.
He chuckled, “I think you’re forgetting I took you. You’re mine now until I decide to let you go.”
Trapped, Part 7
Switch used cubes two, three, and four while I was on my stomach, making me kiss each one before he took it to my body. I was trembling when he untied my legs, rolled me over, and retied me on my back. My back was thankful to feel the towel soaking up some of the freezing water.
The attention paid to my nipples with the ice drove me closer and closer to the edge. I was shocked how worked up I was getting. I practically shrieked when he covered his hand in ice water and cupped my cunt. I couldn’t stop shaking when he started to rub my clit with one hand as he ran the ice over my lips with the other.
“You want to cum?” he asked. I nodded frantically, he chuckled. “You’re going to have to be a brave girl and do something for me first.”
“Anything,” I gasped out.
He moved the ice cube down and shoved it halfway into my ass. If I hadn’t been tied to the bed, I would have jumped into the air. I was panting, crying out, thrashing as hard as I could.
“Are you okay?” he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
I nodded. “It…it hurts,” I breathed out, “but I like it…” My body was bucking up against his hand, still on my clit. The orgasm came strongly, working with the pain to produce an unfathomable intensity that nearly knocked the wind out of me. I was panting afterward as if I had just run a marathon. I was freezing cold and tingling. We had gone through about six ice cubes, total.
He wrapped me in the towel and started to dry me off. Kissing my trembling lips, he murmured, “damn, you are tough as nails.”
Trapped, Part 6
When Switch returned, I heard a crack beside me, a hollow noise, and then the click of something being set down beside me on the bedside table. I groaned around my panties and tilted my head to the side, despite being unable to see what he was doing anyway. He pulled my panties from my mouth and said, “I’ve got a little surprise for you, give it a kiss.” Something cold touched my mouth and my eyes widened behind the blindfold when the felt the cool water drip down my lips. It was an ice cube.
He moved the ice cube away from my mouth. It was a hot night and it was dripping fast. He positioned it over my back and let the freezing drops hit my skin for a few moments before running it right down my spine. I gasped hard, my body stiffened, my hands clenched into fists. As he circled it around my shoulder blades, I was torn between trying to move myself closer to it and trying to avoid the chill that burned down to my bones.
He moved it down to my tailbone and let go of it, allowing it to slide between my buttocks, over my slit, onto my clit, then down to what I now had deduced was a towel between me. He did it over and over as I gasped, squealed, begged, moaned, and squirmed fruitlessly. I cried out as he rubbed the last little sliver of it against my clit until it melted. The pain was indescribably intense, yet unbearably erotic. I knew I was soaked.
He wiped his hand on my ass and chuckled, “ready for number two, baby?"
I braced myself as I heard the crack of another cube being removed from the tray.
Trapped, Part 5
It felt like an hour had passed by the time I heard the door opening. I strained to look over my shoulder through the darkness as Switch crossed the room. I heard him suck something through a straw, set a cup down on the table, followed by a bag. I groaned and pulled back on the belts once more. There was no give.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured when I realized he wasn’t about to acknowledge me. “I’m very sorry.”
Switch walked back over to the bed, “I bet you are.” He reached down between my legs. I shivered at his touch. “You’re wet, you shameless little whore. Here you are asking me to let you go, you’re enjoying this.”
I blushed and turned my head away from him. He moved his fingers up to my mouth. “Let’s try this again. Lick it off.” My face was flushed as I licked my wetness from his fingers. “You taste that?” he asked as I did, “that’s the taste of a kidnapped slut who’s enjoying herself.”
Switch reached over to the bedside table and looped a blindfold over my eyes. He knotted it tightly and adjusted it, ensuring that I could not see despite the darkness. A few moments later, I felt the fabric of my panties being forced into my mouth. I resisted a bit, but he managed to push them in.
“Now, I’m sure you won’t mind if I have a bite to eat before I get back to you,” he grabbed my face, shaking my head slightly, “be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you go soon."
Trapped, Part 4
After securing my arms to the headboard, Switch pulled my legs apart. On the sides of his bed, he had already set up belts that he looped around my ankles and pulled taut. Spread and bound, I squirmed around on the bed and tested the strength of the belts. I had about an inch of give either way, I could barely move.
Switch ran his hand up the back of my thigh and chuckled, “can’t fight me now, can you?” He slapped my ass and laughed so more when I gasped and lurched in my bonds. “No, I think I’ve got you to myself now.” He sneered and grabbed my ass, shaking it slightly, “and we’re going to have so much fun.”
I continued to pull against the bonds and shake my head. “Come on, let me go.” I didn’t want to give in too easily. Switch reached up and grabbed my hair, holding my head still and trying to push his fingers into my mouth. I bite down, not too hard, to voice my protest.
Switch pulled his fingers back, dropped my head and said nothing. He walked over to the other end of the bedroom and I heard him putting his sneakers on and grabbing his keys. I pulled hard on the belts. He’d left me tied this way to his bed before (I’ll fill you in on that story at another time, I promise), leaving the knot at my wrist within reach so I could let myself out if I needed.
“Please, don’t go,” I begged with sudden enthusiasm. “Don’t leave me here. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
All I heard next was the door close behind him.