I’ve never been particularly enthusiastic about harnesses.
But, seeing them from this angle may have given me a change of heart.
control
At this point, she is in repose. She has surrendered, resigned herself to the fact that she no longer has any control over the situation. In this sense, more than if she were to be released, she is free.
I like that there’s some ambiguity here as to who is actually in control.
Sometimes, I yearn for the little touches above the grandiose acts. I want to experience that small, swimmy feeling of being told what I am going to be drinking and how much, of having it ordered for me while I just sit there in silence. Sometimes, it’s really those little things that tug at me.
Humbled, Part 5
Switch took me to the bathroom, pulled my lingerie off, turned on the shower, and set me inside to wash the avalanche of cum off of my body. He pushed me up against the wall of the shower and kissed me deeply. I smiled and went to grab the soap, but he grabbed my hands and slid them up on the wall.
“No, no,” he scolded, “I’m not done with you.”
He washed me slowly, making me turn around and put my hands back up on the wall to wash my back when he had finished with the front. He shampooed my hair, but when I tried to get him to mess around in the shower, he shook his head.
“I told you, I’m not done,” he insisted, “I just don’t want you complaining about having my cum all over you while I finish punishing you, you little brat."
I couldn’t contain my grin.
Meet Switch, Part Nine
Somewhere in the middle of me sucking him off, Switch seized control back. It happened sort of organically. The hand on my hair started grabbing, he started holding my head still so he could fuck my face. I didn’t fight him on it. It’s what I normally gravitate to, after all.
He completely took charge after that, manipulating me to get him off the way he wanted. When he was cumming, he informed me. He didn’t ask to. I sort of liked that fact a lot.
I kind of realize that both of our dominant streaks come out of our submissive streaks. He knows it pleases me to be dominated and so he does it for the purpose of satisfying me. I enjoy being overtaken and so I dominate him for the satisfaction of having him seize control back. It’s an interesting give and take.
And now that he had control again, I didn’t fight when after I swallowed he pushed me down to the bed and grabbed his belt from the mess of sheets to tie my wrists behind my back.
What if she just gave you everything? If she allowed you inside of her in a way in which the metaphor is even stronger than the physical manifestation. If she just showed you every point of fragility, every joint worn weak, every bone turned brittle.
It’s often hard to be bare, even though we’re born it. We deviate from so many of our initial notions in an attempt at maturity, such as demanding care with such unabashed fervor that it seems to be nurtured is an essential part of being human. Yet, vulnerability will be difficult for her. To become oneself seemed to mean to build up walls not solely to keep invasion out but to deter those sincerest, most intimate forms of care as well, all for the sake of some structure to lean upon.
But, what if she could break down some of those walls? And she followed your lead, arms out, palms wide, fingers trembling with an almost rudimentary trepidation.
I like being dressed by someone else, especially when they’ve picked out the clothing. It’s the right balance of all the good stuff. It’s a gentle kind of control.
Sometimes, sweetness is control. There’s a condescension to it at times. Others, it just stresses the levels of authority. There’s a right and a power that comes with being in the position to treat someone sweetly in such a way. It’s to say that you can clear away the clouds with the same power with which you can bring the storm.
So, I’ve got a pet peeve against men who say they get nothing out of cunnilingus.
If that’s your opinion, then I suppose you don’t mind if I don’t give you blowjobs since I, according to your logical progression, get nothing out of that. What? That’s not right? You want your beejs?
Well.
First of all, men who don’t get anything out of cunnilingus aren’t doing it right. Because you’re totally in control of the pleasure she’s receiving. All those little moans and squeaks and gasps she’s making are because of you. And when, or if, she orgasms is entirely up to you. Her experience is yours to dole out.
Second, it’s just something nice to do for someone you care about. It shows they matter. It shows that them having a lovely experience matters to you. And that causes a lovely little feedback loop in which you benefit from her realization that you care about her enjoying herself.
So, yeah, you can get stuff out of cunnilingus. So either quit your yapping or stop asking for head.
Best,
Ivy