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Humbled, Part 7

When he had finished with me, Switch allowed me a drink of water and untied my hands. He made me keep the outfit on when I brushed my teeth and got ready to go to sleep. When I came back in to his bedroom, he put my blindfold back on and led me back over to his bed. My exposed ass was still sore when he sat me down on it to tie my arms in front and my legs together.

I still had not gotten off and, while it was not the first time I had slept in his bed tied up, it was the first time he had made me go to sleep without letting me cum. “But, I was a good girl,” I insisted when he made me lie down.

“So?” he chuckled and traced his fingers up my thigh to the lace at the hem of my outfit. I shivered under his touch.

“So, I want to cum,” I pouted, “I want you to untie my legs right now and make me cum.”

I heard him turn off the light and felt him climb into bed beside me. Unlike the last time, he didn’t touch me beyond looping an arm around me and pulling me close. “I said maybe in the morning.”

“That’s too long,” I huffed.

I heard the smile in his voice. “Good night, Ivy.”

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Tiredness does not equal an acceptable reprieve. You should have thought about rest before you talked shit about how many times you could come in one hour. You’ll just have to be a little trooper. It’s not so bad. You’ll feel overstimulated, shell-shocked for a minute or two, but after that, you’ll stretch and writhe and unfurl. You’ll feel the life flow back into your etiolated limbs. Just a few minutes more and you’ll be clutching and grinding and laughing and counting off number six.

Oh, holy hell.

Humbled, Part 3

Clearly, Switch had learned a bit from me tying him up. He secured my arms to the sides of the chair and my legs to its legs. That alone would have been challenging, but I figured I could wriggle out some way or another. However, he took a tie out of his closet and looped it around my neck, tying this to the chair. I could only shift myself forward maybe an inch this way. To make things even worse, he pulled out a roll of masking tape from a drawer and taped my fingers into my hands, rendering them useless. To top it off, he blindfolded me and shoved what felt like a handkerchief deep into my mouth.

“All right, babe,” I heard him unzip his pants. “You’ve got until I get off to get yourself out of there. And maybe I’ll consider having some fun with you if you do. Otherwise…” He yanked the lingerie I was wearing down as far as he could.

I groaned around the handkerchief and tried to wriggle my fingers out from under the tape. I squirmed, but he’d tried me up so snugly that I couldn’t ease myself out of my bonds. After a few minutes, he pulled the handkerchief out of my mouth and teased his cock over my lips. “How’s it going?”

“Fuck you,” I muttered and turned my head away from his cock.

He chuckled and pushed the handkerchief back into my mouth. “Better hurry up.”

I groaned and struggled, bucking against the chair to try to weaken the knots. I could hear his breathing get shallower and strained until I finally felt one of my legs get loose. I was in the middle of trying to slide my other leg with the use of my freed one when I heard Switch say, “oh, too bad, babe. You’re too late.”

“Please do not understand me too quickly.” – André Gide.

“I won’t believe that our love’s a mystery
I won’t believe our love’s a sin
I want you to kiss me like a stranger once again.”

The party last night was a little bit awkward. I didn’t know many of the other people besides the hostess and soon found they were pretty flat company. So I had a bit to drink then politely excused myself after a few hours and found a text on my phone from my best friend from home about the events with Elle and SG, asking if I needed to talk.

She picked me up, got me a coffee to help me sober up a bit and instead we wound up driving around, yelling and laughing about everything we probably shouldn’t be talking about. She’s kinky like I am and has even less of a filter. It makes for some pretty interesting conversation.

I told her about Switch and we had a good laugh over both exploring our dominant sides lately, she with her new boyfriend.

“I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve shaved his ass,” she told me, completely deadpan. I nearly spat out half of my coffee into my lap, I couldn’t stop laughing the rest of the ride.

For all the healing venting can accomplish, sometimes senseless laughter is the best medicine.

I like it when Switch takes the incentive to come up with things on his own. That sounds like I don’t give him enough credit. But, he confided in me that most of his activity has been vanilla as he was not sure how admitting to wanting to be submissive would bode with the women he was with. Unfortunately, that sort of behavior sometimes carries the totally incorrect stigma of being “weak”.

So, with that in mind, the fact that he figures out things without me asking when he dominates me is pretty impressive. It’s even farther removed from his experience, it’s something he enjoys but isn’t used to at all.

And maybe I underestimate his abilities, but I was pretty thrilled when he picked up my belt off of his floor, folded it double, and smacked my ass with it. I hadn’t even realized it was what I wanted, but it was exactly what I needed.

I’m busy trying to collect all my thoughts from my experiences with Switch. This photo is triggering for that. You’ll find out sometime soon.

Odds are, it’ll be organized in a bunch of little snapshots and a few longer pieces. I promise, I promise, I’ll get on with it. I just like building suspense.

“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.”

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.