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One morning, he wouldn’t get out of bed and so I climbed up onto him like this. He didn’t shove me off, it’s the only position he seems to really feel submissive in. His eyes always get all wide and sweet and eager.

I pushed my panties aside and told him to lick my pussy. With my knees, I trapped his arms under me. From experience, I know he can push me off easily, but he didn’t move to topple me. Instead, he obeyed. He was a really good boy.

Eventually, I rolled off of him and told him to crawl over and lick my pussy. Instead, he snatched up some rope from the floor and grinned, rolling me onto my stomach.

“Nooo,” I whined, “you’re supposed to lick my pussy.”

“Yeah?” he mocked, “I’m supposed to lick your pussy?”

I buried my face into the sheets and pouted as he finished knotting off the rope around my wrists. Honestly, I wouldn’t have known what to do if he let me keep domming him. When I used to dom Switch, it was super easy because he wasn’t really my “Sir.” We just played around and messed with the roles. And since he was more of a sub than a dom, I could be a meanie and he’d love it.

With Sir, I don’t know. I’m not brave enough to push into further domme territory. And so I was a little grateful that he took over, even if I did get punished.

30 Day Music Challenge, Day 9 – A Song That Makes You Happy

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Oh hey remember when I actually did this and wasn’t awful?

“Wild Ones” – Flo Rida ft. Sia.

Allow me to explain.

Normally, I’m not going to vouch for a guy whose name is literally Florida with a space in the middle to make a convenient pun. Or a song that is this gimmicky.

But this song reminds me of this time last year. I was turning a lot of stuff around and learning a lot about myself. And this song was played constantly in a combined effort by the gym and this one girl I was friends with. So while it’s nothing special to me, it reminds me of somewhere special in my memories.

For something mellow that still makes me smile because it reminds me of a fuckbuddy turned good friend, go here.

For something sent to me by a best friend who makes me super happy, go here.

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Confession: Switch was the first person to ever full-on toss my salad.

I feel like I’m nine explaining it that way, but it still makes me blush. So bear with me here.

Before him, there was one other person who expressed a sincere interest in it and I was totally bashful about it. He basically would go everywhere around it and once he got too close I would urge him to come up for air. So, besides a few licks, there was really nothing too interesting going on down there.

I sort of had a feeling I’d like it because I like other kinds of anal play. But I was still sort of shy about having someone’s tongue down there and a face all up in my business. And so when he asked to do it, I got super bashful, but part of me wanted to be brave and actually give it a try. And so, almost through gritted teeth and eyes squeezed shut, saying it fast enough that I couldn’t take it back, I agreed.

Let’s just say I’m really, really glad that I agreed.

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After one of the particularly intense encounters I had with Switch, I was fairly impressed the boy knew to be mindful of aftercare. It was around eleven o’clock at night and I was that the point of subspace where things felt a little fuzzy and I felt a little high. 

Switch smoothed some of my hair back and kissed my temple. “Do you need anything?” he asked.

“Um,” I replied, “could we eat something now?”

He started laughing. “What do you want?”

And that was how I discovered the magic that is post-subspace quesadillas. 

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In an effort to actually finish up stuff like I promised, I thought I’d share a story about the time I gave Switch a lap dance.

We’d made a bet and I had totally, kind of embarrassingly considering the circumstances, lost. So he told me he wanted me to dress up sleazy and give him a lap dance. Which made me laugh, initially, because I dress a little cutesy usually (lots of florals, skirts, sundresses, etc). And so half of it was extracting anything vaguely trashy from my wardrobe and constructing some vague semblance of an outfit for him.

“Can’t I just wear something lacy instead?” I texted him in frustration, “I’ve got lacy." 

"Nope,” he had replied, “you’re not going to get out of dressing up like a whore. You’re just lucky I’m letting you do this at my place and not making you walk over here dressed like this.”

So, I threw together this one vaguely slutty top, a pair of short-shorts, a ridiculously high pair of heels, a g-string and a pair of fishnet thigh-highs, put it all in a bag, and called it a day. When I reached his place, he left me to change into it and encouraged me that strippers wore a lot more makeup than I had on. I shook my head, took out my makeup bag, and proceeded to essentially crayola my face.

“Can I come in?” He called through the door as I was finishing up.

“No,” I whined, “I look silly.”

We both started laughing as he let himself in, but the second he saw me he kind of froze and the corners of his mouth curled up into one of the most indescribably sinister smirks I have ever seen in my life. “Well, look at you,” he murmured as he went to put his hand on my hip.

I slapped his hand away playfully and pointed to a chair. “No touching. Sit down.” My efforts to keep a straight face were fasting waning. 

Even if it was something for him, I’ll admit I got a little bit toppy – or maybe it was just bratty – when I was giving him the lap dance. I ground slow, I took excruciatingly long to take my clothing off, I teased myself over him, I kept pushing his hands off of me and telling him it was against the rules. We both nearly broke down laughing when he shoved a dollar bill down my panties. I was having trouble taking the whole thing seriously.

When I was down to my g-string, he reached down and tried to shove it aside. His fingers found my slit, stroking over it before trying to push up inside me. I feigned shock and stumbled away, attempting to straighten out the g-string. “You can’t do that,” I said as I turned to him, pouting. “It’s against the rules. You’d get kicked out.”

He got up to his feet, gathered up my wrists in a hand, and shoved me up against the wall. His fingers shoved into me once more. “Gonna get in trouble?” He asked.

“No,” I choked through a gasp, “but you are.”

He pulled his fingers out and spun me around, pushing me once more up against the wall. My cheek and breasts brushed the stucco roughly. And, as I felt his hand loop into my hair, keeping my face pressed into the wall, I started to take the game seriously.

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Humbled, Part 10

I had puddled onto the sheets by the time Switch was finished with me. He had hit all the points he knew got me off, played every card in his hand, but still kept me teetering on the edge. By the time he removed the gag and asked me how I was doing, I was spent. 

“I’m…I’m just…” I couldn’t finish. My voice was something between a moan and a whine.

He chuckled and traced his finger up and down my slit. “Are you sorry?”

I nodded. “I’m so, so sorry,” I mumbled into the pillow, “I’m so sorry.”

I felt him reach up and start to untie my wrists. “what a good girl. Maybe I’ll let you cum after work.” He removed the blindfold and chuckled, leaning down and kissing my shoulder-blade. “Now get yourself together and go take a shower.”

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Humbled, Part 9

In the morning, Switch untied my hands and moved them up to the headboard, retying them there as I groggily tried to process what was going on as I woke. He rolled me fully onto my stomach and gave my rear a rough spank. “Ass up, now.” I groaned and shifted, sticking my ass into the air.

He untied my legs and shifted my knees apart until I was spread out. He tied my legs to the sides of the bed frame to ensure I wouldn’t move from this position. I could feel the cool air teasing over my cunt, it was still a little wet. He didn’t remove the blindfold.

“When do you have to go to work?” he asked.

I groaned, “noon. What time is it?”

“Seven thirty,” he replied and traced a finger over my slit.

I moaned and shivered at his touch, “why so early?”

“Because I want to be sure I’ve made you suffer before you have to go,” he said and pinched my clit. I gasped and squirmed around as he continued. “I figure you’ll need to shower, so three hours should be sufficient." 

My eyes widened behind the blindfold, "come on, no…just…you don’t want to. Why don’t we just…” He had shoved something into my mouth, pushing it past my teeth. What I deduced was the masking tape he had used to hold my fingers into my hands went over it, sealing my lips shut. 

“If you would’ve just been better last night, I wouldn’t have to do all this to you, baby,” Switch replied. He held my ass apart, spat obscenely a few times into my hole before pushing his thumb in. I bucked against him and he laughed. “You could’ve just cum this morning, but I told you, you’re just a fucktoy now. And I’m going to take my time having fun with you.”

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Humbled, Part 8

I cannot describe how difficult it can be to sleep unfulfilled like that. Especially when relief is lying next to you, doing nothing to help.

I managed to sleep until some strange hour of the morning where there was no sunlight attempting to come through the blindfold. Attempting to maybe break Switch’s resolve, I started to slide against him just so.

“Go back to sleep, Ivy,” he murmured, not lifting a finger.

I sighed and pressed myself back against him. “What am I doing?”

“Ivy,” he sounded like he was trying to coax a child away from the dessert in the refrigerator. There was amusement in his condescension. “I told you, tomorrow morning. Keep pushing and I’ll make it tomorrow afternoon.”

“Keep pushing what?” I could barely contain a chuckle.

Switch reached around me and pinched my nipple through the fabric of the lingerie, “keep pushing my patience and you’ll be demoted to fucktoy.”

“Demoted?” I feigned shock, “do I still keep my benefits?”

He laughed softly, “you are so fucked tomorrow, Ivy. If you think tonight was rough, you are so fucked tomorrow. Now go to sleep, you little slut.“

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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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Humbled, Part 6

After he had dried me off, Switch brought me over to the end of his bed and threw my lingerie back at me. “Put this back on,” he said as he walked over to the chair and picked up the belts that had held my legs to the legs of the chair. I didn’t protest, pulling it back on and knotting it in the back.

Switch used the belts to tie my hands to the end of the bed, forcing me to bend over slightly. He put some pressure on my lower back, making me get up on my toes to tilt my ass into the air for him. He reached for the belt he had been wearing that day, draped across the bed with his clothes. Grabbing it over the bed, he folded it double and started to beat my ass with it mercilessly. I cried out, yanking hard on the belts around my wrists despite how much I was enjoying it.

When he could tell I was getting overwhelmed, he set the belt down and stepped up closer behind me, pushing himself against me. His hand settled on my chin and he squeezed hard before pulling my head back against his chest. He was impossibly hard. “You going to be a good girl for me, baby? You gonna give me whatever I want?” As I nodded, he reached between my legs and chuckled, “maybe if you’re a really good girl I’ll let you get off tomorrow morning.” I whined and he gave my cunt a little pat.

With that, he picked the belt back up and kept going.