I am usu­ally on the end of the leash. I like it that way. S___ likes it that way, but on occa­sion, as he said, there will be a switch, one in which he is tied up down or across, where I am hold­ing the crop, where he does what he is told. These moments aren’t the every­day, I’m not sure that I could be dom­i­nate all off the time. At work today though I received a series of pic­tures, which imme­di­ately made my nip­ples hard, panties wet, and had me ready to go home and see them in per­son imme­di­ately. He’s such a bad boy, teas­ing me this way. He deserves a sound spanking.

We received a com­ment here a while back about me feel­ing sub­mis­sive from time to time. It was from a woman who was also more that way (s) but had a boyfriend who wanted to be dom­i­nated.… Ok. I’ll stop try­ing to paraphrase:

“I really enjoy read­ing about sex from a male sub per­spec­tive, because I’m sub, and female, and I know that my guy would appre­ci­ate a switch some night, but…I don’t know if I could be con­fi­dent enough to do it.”

The com­ment got me think­ing because “switch­ing” is really no prob­lem for me; I feel like I fall into both roles well. If i had to choose one I would say that I’m more dom­i­nant than not, but there are times when I really want to put on the col­lar and crawl and get bound and… well, used. I like it. And as I sit here now and think about it I don’t know why I’m com­fort­able in both roles, or if I’m less the other as a result.

I think it is sim­ply a frame of mind with each “role” hav­ing its manifestations.

We’ve recently been in a blog exchange that seems to be going the way of me dom­i­nat­ing two women. They steered it that way — I didn’t. But the idea of it makes my insides go to jelly. I think I would per­form in that role — dom­i­nate — to their sat­is­fac­tion. On the other hand, I’ve been falling into a sub­mis­sive mind­set this whole week, which cul­mi­nated in a series of phone pic­tures sent to A___ of me pro­gres­sively more bound until my arms were teth­ered to my thighs, my col­lar was leased to my balls, and I had a dildo in my mouth (maybe A___ could be con­vinced to post the pic­tures). I could just as eas­ily rewrite the blog exchange with these same two women dom­i­nat­ing me. I think I would fill the sub­mis­sive role to their satisfaction.

So I don’t know. I guess it’s been on my mind. I’ll write more when I fig­ure it out.

Not quite aware of what is going on, remem­ber­ing only feel­ings, I can feel his lips on my pussy, his tongue lick­ing and suck­ing me. I feel the cold as the air makes con­tact with the bare, wet skin. I feel his fin­gers, I feel his lips, I am still barely con­scious. My nip­ples are hard as he rolls me on top of him. He slides into me, hands on my back, mov­ing down to my ass. Wak­ing now I push him fur­ther into me, mov­ing on him, feel­ing only halfway there. It is almost like just watch­ing, my sleep still hang­ing on. Feel­ing his breath on my neck, hear­ing him moan and breath I cum, quickly, waves going through my body, still not fully awake. Shud­der­ing qui­etly, tiny shiv­ers from the cold, S___ rolls over on top of me, cock never leav­ing my pussy, until he is the one cum­ming, fill­ing me up, cov­er­ing my body with his. After a moment he rolls off and lays beside me. I curl up next to him, my head on his chest, and slip back to where I was, sleep­ing deeper from cum­ming, feel­ing warm from his body and com­pletely content.

We ended up exactly as I thought we would last night. After my shower and writ­ing I crawled into bed. I really did intend to leave A___ alone, but as I slid my body under the quilts I knew that this wouldn’t be pos­si­ble. It would, if she had said to, or if I didn’t touch her, but my hand went under the cov­ers and slid across her stom­ach to find a freshly shaved pussy…

Naked and under the cov­ers I slid down between her legs. My lips and tongue worked softly, slid­ing across her baby smooth skin and into her already wet pussy. A___ wasn’t awake, but she didn’t need to be for her body to know what to do; hips ris­ing to meet the move­ment of my tongue and press the weight of me onto her clit, legs around my shoul­ders hold­ing my head where she wanted it.

Her moan­ing put me near the edge — I had to be inside her.

I slid up and drove my cock into her, slow but steady — enough to wake her up before I slid off again and com­menced stroking her pussy again with my fin­gers this time.

I knew it would be a mat­ter of time before she would climb up onto me…

My work is done for now, and tired is call­ing, but a shower got in the way of my sleep­ing and my hand got in the way of my shower and all of a sud­den I’m just stand­ing there stroking myself with one hand while fin­ger­ing my ass with the other. All the while the steam and sound drown­ing out every­thing else…

All feels alive and excited again. I think I’ll see if I can use A___’s mouth for sec­onds tonight. She doesn’t need to be awake.

If only I had bound her first…

Tonight is def­i­nitely an off night (BC Speak­ing) for a few rea­sons:  A___ is sleepy (and not like in the “wake me with your cock” sleepy, cause we all know how much I like to do that..).  I’m not sleepy.  I’m mov­ing files from my com­puter to an exter­nal drive, which requires no atten­tion except every ten min­utes — not enough time to get my hands dirty on… other things.  And there’s noth­ing really new to read that inspires, so.

Bleh.  I hate that I’m turn­ing into one of those blog­gers that ful­fills my quota with pictures.

So I won’t

excerpts from a con­ver­sa­tion we had last night. A___ is on top. Almost ready to cum

A___ “I wish I could see inside your head”

Me__ “Why?”

A___ “I think it would be neat”

Me__ “What would you want to see”

A___ “Well, when you say ‘I’d leash you together and go down to the hotel bar in between times’, I would like to see that”

Me__ “How does it look in your head?”

A___ “Fac­ing each other with our col­lars con­nected so that we’re so close, but can’t kiss, with our hands bound in such a way that we can feel each other but can’t touch each other. It would be torture”

Me__ “That’s pretty much what I had in mind”

This post will make sense to A___ and L___ and me, and not really to any­one else who hasn’t read every­thing in this space, fol­lowed com­ments, etc. So, for those of you who have no idea what I’m about to be talk­ing about — I give you this. (A___ and L___, you may enjoy this too)

So here’s what I was think­ing: Does our read­ing of each other’s ren­di­tion of events cause the homog­e­niza­tion (is that the right word) of the story, or do we all have some vari­a­tion of the same theme in our head? I sup­pose as I think back, this all started after L___ started talk­ing about spank­ings, or maybe her post­ing first has changed the direc­tion of the story. That would explain some of it, though A___ and L___ posted almost the same thing with­out read­ing each other’s posts.

I’m not com­plain­ing here and I don’t want to alter the cur­rent process by being log­i­cal. I was merely curious.

Any­way. enjoy the pic­ture. A___ and I enjoyed mak­ing it.

A___ and I keep get­ting thrown into the BDSM catagory, which is prob­a­bly appro­pri­ate as we keep men­tion­ing col­lars and so forth, though we’re far more tame then oth­ers there.  Any­way, here’s the Sug­asm for the week.

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The story that fol­lows is fan­tasy. My ver­sion of a meet­ing between S___ an I , and a fel­low blog writer.

L___ was arriv­ing in the after­noon, I had wanted to pick her up, but we decided meet­ing later in the evening would be bet­ter, to give her time to get com­fort­able in the hotel, take a nap, do those things you do before meet­ing friends.
I was at a slow boil all day. L___ and I had been tex­ting and send­ing each other pic­tures since she arrived in town. We were used to this, some peo­ples friend­ships are based around com­fort and sup­port, ours was on the fact that we looked for­ward to touch­ing each other. Like lit­tle licks and kisses these mes­sages were. A shower sil­hou­ette here, a shot of a garter belt there, glimpses of parts of each other we would be explor­ing fully later that night. S___ did his part in keep­ing me at a sim­mer all day as well. As we tried to go about our day, he would whis­per in my ear all of the things he was going to do, and wanted to see us do with each other, brush his hands against me, lick my ear, and smile, telling me that I had to wait.
L___ had picked out a meet­ing place, not quite the type that we would nor­mally fre­quent but the music was good that night and they had whiskey, some­what secluded booths and a small dance floor.
We arrived early, I wanted to pick the per­fect spot, and I wanted to see how L___ walked into a room. Cor­ner booth, high backs, gauzy drapes cre­at­ing a lot more pri­vacy than you need for din­ner, it was per­fect. S___ and I ordered our drinks and waited, my hand on his leg, his climb­ing up my skirt, before I know it we are kiss­ing deeply, I am crawl­ing into his lap, whis­per­ing to him, beg­ging him to fuck me right now at this table. We are inter­rupted by a small cough and a full smile. L___ had snuck up on us, drink in hand. We laughed and invited her to have a seat. S___ on my right and L___ on my left.
Small talk began, I am quite dif­fer­ent from L____ but we man­age to find sim­i­lar­i­ties, we make excuses to touch, tast­ing each oth­ers drinks, her try­ing to con­vince me that JW Red is bet­ter than Jame­son. Music becomes louder, talk more dif­fi­cult, a pause and I kiss her. I lean over and gen­tly take her mouth in mine, sweetly at first, as L___’s body responds and lens into mine our tongues slip past lips and we are kiss­ing just as S___ and I were when she arrived.
First move being made we laugh. S___ has just enjoyed watch­ing so I lean over and do the same to him, feel­ing his cock through his jeans as I kiss him deeper. L___ looks to me and says we should dance, I look to S___ who tells me the same, that he wants to watch.
L___ and I go out to the floor, mak­ing sure we are still close enough for S___ to see, we dance. Closer and closer, hands mov­ing, breasts touch­ing, skin heat­ing up. We are doing what every one else on the dance floor is doing, com­ing as close to fuck­ing right there on the floor as we can. Our dance seems less fran­tic though, less needy, more pas­sion­ate. At this point S___, L___, and I know where the evening will go, so this dance is purely an appe­tizer, where for oth­ers it might be the meal. Soon we are approached by a cou­ple of men, intrigued as men often are by two women so obvi­ously sex­u­ally attracted to each other. L___ dances with one a bit, teas­ing him then toss­ing him aside return­ing to me. I am danc­ing close with the other, L___ behind me, press­ing me against him. He says he wants to take us home and fuck us, he is bold. Sounds good, I tell him, but I men­tion that S___ would be join­ing us as well. A glim­mer in his eye tells me he wants too but his rejected friend sweeps him away. “Just the three of us tonight then”, Liz says laugh­ing. I kiss her again and tell her that the three of us will be plenty for now.

We go back to the table where S___ sits smil­ing, L___ slides her hand up my skirt as S___ leans to kiss me and stroke her breast. He sug­gests one more drink and then head­ing out. I think this is a fan­tas­tic plan. I tell L___ I have a sur­prise for her, she gives me a ques­tion­ing look, as does S___, he isn’t aware of any­thing. I give L___ a small box, a lit­tle big­ger than a bracelet box, but smaller than a tie box. She opens it slowly, curi­ously, and finds a stud­ded black leather col­lar, nicely lined, with a D-ring right in front. “It matches mine” I say. She smiles. I look to S___, who gets imme­di­ately harder in my hand, smiles and kisses me again.