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 think Pretty wants her pussy eaten now.”

The difficult part about punishing Switch is that he’s usually really into whatever the punishment is. The boy is crazy about eating pussy, so it’s not really that much of a disciplinary tactic. It’s the same problem I have. Punishments are easily just mean rewards.

He tugged my shorts down and went for my panties next. When his fingers looped under the waist, I had a thought and slapped his hands away. “No, I don’t think you’ve earned that.” I spread my legs over his shoulders, “over the panties. Bad boys don’t get Pretty’s pussy.”

Resigned, he licked through the lace with this terribly earnest expression on his face. He wanted to be good for me. And, usually being a submissive myself, I could understand completely what he was going through and appreciate it.

“Okay, fine, you win,” I muttered after a few minutes and pulled my panties aside.

I guess I’m just a little bit of a pushover.

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.

Is it bad that I just look at this and think of the time I didn’t let Switch cum a bunch and then finally he took control and it was just sort of like everywhere?

Like this.

Sorry for not being able to handle science. Story to come.

The issue with my future roommate has nothing to do with Switch. He and I are not in a relationship, we are not monogamous. Last night was actually basically my last night with him before he departs for the real world for his grown up job.

The problem is in the fact that I will be living with her and that there is this sexual tension there.

So, yes, nothing to do with Switch. He’s not my boyfriend.

Too Close

Sometimes, not all the “sexy” stuff I do is completely productive. I’m sorry to interrupt my stories about Switch to talk about the difference between the things I want and the things I should have.

Last night, I went out with a few friends. I am currently back in town for some things I need to do for my research and other miscellaneous chores, so I am staying at Switch’s place. He had some paperwork to do for his job that’s starting soon (yes, he just recently graduated Ivy University and will be moving away soon) and so he sent me off and told me to just text him when I was on my way home.

Among the people out with me was my future roommate. She and I have been friends since freshman year. To be honest, when I first met her, I was sort of really into her. But, seeing the types of guys and girls she was into, I assumed she wouldn’t be into me and pursued what turned out to be a really great friendship.

Except, last night, she was dancing all over me. She took her shirt off on the dance floor and tried to get me to do same. She kept sneaking touches, grabs, smirks. She’d barely had anything to drink and she isn’t on any level a lightweight.

For weeks she had been claiming that us living together could be a disaster. Jokingly, to our friends. Now, we were dancing close, intimately. She was whispering things in my ear, how hot I was, how she wanted to be on top of me. We danced like that for a while. We touched, we spoke volumes with our eyes when we couldn’t hear over the music, she bit my shoulder gently, kissed my neck.

“I want to kiss you,” I said during a lull in the music. It sounded stupid, but the whole situation was strange. I was going to be living with her next year. We were teetering in a threshold.

She shook her head, “we shouldn’t. We should hold off on this.”

When the night ended, she offered to walk me back to Switch’s place. Instead, I went on my own, texting him before I left. It was pissing rain outside and by the time I got home I was soaked, my calves caked in mud.

“Did you fall or something?” he asked when I came in, gesturing to my legs.

I shook my head, “just had to wade to get here.” And then, in a drunken entendre, I added, “I’m dirty. Can we take a shower?”

He turned on the hot water and put me in the shower with him. I tried to stay present when he washed me off, but my head was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about her when I was in bed with him afterwards and we had our hands all over each other.

He didn’t seem to notice the bite mark on my shoulder. I guess he assumed he put it there himself.

The issue isn’t with Switch, really. He and I aren’t monogamous. It’s the fact that now I can’t shake the thought of her, that I have to live with her with this lingering between us, that apparently she has some stuff for me, too.

And, so, I don’t know, tumblr. I can’t tell our friends because I don’t want any drama. So, I figured I’d just put this stupid longing here.

“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.

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