Switch Girl

Written after our switchy day 

(by my Master girl):

It all began in the shower.

This afternoon after getting some exercise,

my master and I hit the shower. 

She was dirty but I felt really dirty. 

After a quick wash down that she did of my body, 

I began to wash her. 

I scrubbed her face, breasts, arms and backside. 

Then I moved down. 

I scrubbed her amazing pussy 

    she recently shaved so it was nice and smooth. 

I dipped my finger into her pussy ever so gently. 

I worked my way around to the back. 

After washing her entire ass 

I slid my thumb deep inside her hole. 

   In and out, up and down

it wasn’t long before she had an orgasm.

Then two.

After she gained her wits, 

her attention turned to me. 

She ever so gently pinched my nipples. 

It was easy for her to tell 

I was going to be hers 

for the rest of the shower 

    if not the rest of the day. 

My master told me 

she wanted to shave my penis 

and make it smooth. 

Deep, deep inside I was hoping she’d shave me bare. 

I love being completely exposed to 

her touch, 

her gaze, 

her domination. 

Before I knew what was happening 

she had used her razor and 

shaved my balls bare and 

then she moved to the base. 

After a few quick strokes

I was much cleaner than before. 

To check out her work 

and to reinforce her control 

she grabbed my balls and cock in one hand 

and began to squeeze. 

With her other hand, she lubed her finger 

and plunged it deep inside my ass. 

After she worked it for a bit 

and kept squeezing with her other hand 

I came close to exploding. 

She sent me for the electric razor. 

I got soft inside thinking about what she might do next. 

She then told me to lift my leg high and continued to groom me. 

Before long she had done some careful landscaping. 

She whispered in my ear about how my her  bush was trimmed 

just the way she wanted.

I told her I wished it had been more, 

but she said I needed to be a good girl 

to earn anymore trimming 

and she expected me to keep up with the work she had done. She ordered me out of the shower with something to do.

After my master was done in the shower,

she came into the room where I was bent over the bed 

where I had put the dildo she requested on the nightstand. 

She quickly went to work first lubing me 

and stretching me with her fingers. 

As I started moaning, she took her large dildo

and told me to suck on it.

She then plugged me with a butt plug

and played with it in my ass.

As I got close, she walked around the bed,

Lay down and wiggled her way in front of me,

Grabbed the base of the dildo in my mouth,

put it on her pelvis and instructed me to give her head. 

She grabbed my head and repeatedly 

forced me onto her gigantic cock. 

Finally with me in a puddle of submission 

she had me lick her clit 

and suck on all of her come, 

cleaning her out like the good girl I was. 

She then went back to work on my hole. 

It was time to increase my training. 

She pulled the plug and began 

working in a real dildo in my hole. 

I wish I could say I took it like a good girl, 

but even with her coaching and care,

I could only hold it for a brief time. 

After a quick cleanup, 

my master bound my package in a bag 

and then at her request 

and with a tingle of glee 

she had me put on some big-girl panties

and told me to write about my afternoon.

I still tingle being bound up 

but more importantly knowing she did it to me, 

for me. 

How I love it when she takes care of her little girl. 

Last Day of Vacation

...before he exited the shower, I whispered in his ear, 

"I want you to write a blog post aboutwhat happened in this shower!"

Here's what he gave me this evening.
(keep in mind, we were switches for years
and this sub is a sub at heart...
but can play her Master like a fiddle!)

Today wasn't the first time, but it was memorable.  

Mam came and woke me up from a light nap.  
She ushered me into the bathroom for a shower.

She had to desperately pee and wanted me there. 

She helped me to quickly strip and then all but pushed me 
into the cool shower.
It was warming,
but not fast enough.

I knew what she wanted
and I got on my knees in the shower.

We had been talking about her domination
and my fantasies.

I knew what she was doing 
and I was tingling on the inside!

I bent down and she peed on my face.
Marking me with her scent 
telling me how much she was in control.

After finishing, I proceeded to wash her body
from the sitting position on the floor of the shower.

After finishing, she ushered me to my feet
and asked me if I remembered her fantasy of the other day.

I was slow to admit that I did.

she turned me around and asked me to squat just a little.

She grabbed some cream rinse and before I knew it,
she was loosening my ass and masturbating me at the same time.

I was truly putty in her hands.

After what seems like ten minutes, 
she had milked me dry.

She helped me stand up, 
turned me around,
held me and cupped my sack.

Another stroke of dominance.

I could barely stand but I left the shower dreaming about what lay 
ahead on my last night of vacation.....

Morning Switch

Sunday I woke up and
as so frequently happened
I was snuggled close to my husband
and my hand caressed his chest.

He has his morning wood
pulsing against my leg
which is thrown over his leg.

His nipples harden
as my finger tips graze them.

I begin to play...
pinching and twisting and enjoying them.

I pull up my shirt and
pull him over
he attaches onto my breast and
I start talking...
whispering into his ear

engendering his feelings of
submission
and my dominance.

There are Sundays that we switch
and there are Sundays that we don't.

When we do switch, it's rarely for long...
typically just a session.

...but today, it was for about ten minutes...
while I worked him up.

And then...
He grabbed my hands, forced them up,
Put them on the headboard
and commanded me to keep them there.

I held on quickly and thankfully.
He pushed my legs apart
and shoved his fingers in.

"Oh, do you feel that?
You are soaking wet!"

He finger fucked my pussy,
quickly,
slamming his fingers into me.
building me up quickly

and throwing me over the edge of orgasm,
He shoves his boxers down
and climbs on top of me

and his cock feels like heaven.

Sometimes it slides in and
I feel so complete...

Like my pussy was made for his cock.

He moves...
my legs go around his waste,
gripping onto him,

He moves and takes a hand and
pinches and rolls my nipple

and once again, I'm close.

He pulls out,
waits for me to look into his eyes.
He slams in,
lowers his head and
kisses me silly,
while he begins to fuck me

into another amazing orgasm.

One that lasts...keeps pulsing and pulsing.

When I come back to reality,

I look up at him and say...
"did you cum?"

He smiles...
of course he did.

It was...amazing.
Fulfilling.
Completing.
Wonderful.
Switchy and
Perfect!

Switching Around TTWD

So, Sir and I had spent
Many, Many years
decades even,
being switches.

Then four years being D/s, M/s, D/lg
where Sir was the D,M,D
    - and of course I was the s,s,lg :)

...and over the past month or two,
we have had moments of our previous selves.

We have switched a time or ten.

It's tricky for us.
Sir can switch very quickly and easily.

I have a bit harder time, mentally.

and if...
no, when I cum...I mentally switch myself
I put myself into a submissive role.

Sir feels some guilt for it, I believe.
and
I feel guilt for not fulfilling his switching sides.

It's quite a quandry.

We talk, we communicate our feelings and needs.
We're working it out.

That's why it's called The Thing WE Do...

Morning Conversation

Sir was half asleep this morning
and I was wrapped around him,
snuggling close
my hand rubbing his cock.

He sleepily moans as I grab his balls
and scrunch them up slightly.

"mmmmmm, that feels good.
I may want some more attention 
sometime soon."



<silence>



"I think I want you to put in the small plug."
(he means…not in me)

"any time."

"You know, I love it when I have that 
in my ass
and your pussy on my mouth."




<silence>




"so….do you want it as in…
you telling me to do it…

or….


…as in a switch?"


"switch"

Abby's Answers

1. Thanks for the questions.

   
   

   I really appreciate them, really!

   It's interesting to explore questions that people ask...think about something I haven't thought about before...things that I often just hadn't thought about or explored.  So...really - Thank YOU!

   
   

   
   

   I will answer in a couple of posts.  Please feel free to ask more or follow-up.  I'm also happy to ask my Sir, as I know you rarely actually hear from him...as he doesn't read or write anywhere in blogland.  But I can ask and relay information.

   
   

   
   

   Abby asked and I'll answer:

   1. I know that yours used to be a 'switch' relationship, if possible to share, what caused that to change....one event or some discussions?

   Well, it's sort of complicated and sort of easy.  The easy answer is that I had a devastating series of events that shattered me and Sir stepped up and grounded me and held me together with his Dominance.  

   
   

   2. You can choose 1 'toy' to give away forever, what do you choose.

   The fucking HAIRBRUSH!!!  But sadly, my hair may object =)

   
   

   3. Is there something that you have not been spanked with, but would love to try?

   A whip…I think…
   (or several other peoples hands)
   

   
   

   4, When did you first realize you were submissive?

   I had the feelings within the first few months of dating my Sir…over a couple of dozen years ago.  Though, I didn't put the word to the feelings until a couple of years ago.  I did life those dozens of years as a switch…so spending time being a submissive and embracing submission and then Topping for Sir.

Switch Realization

So, we rarely switch anymore.

Like almost never.

But last night,
Sir asked and

I enjoyed!
(actually, I hope we both did)

I had a thought about the experience,
I think I learned something…

Sir is NOT a masochist - at all.
While he wouldn't mind a nice
flogging or spanking,
He would not want something
hard or intensely painful.

I, however
have serious sadistic tendencies.

While switching, I
have to make sure to remind myself
to be a kind and sweet Top
because that isn't what comes naturally
(naturally I would frequently want to
do what I love being done to me.)

When not switching,
I am a masochist!

I love it hard and intense!

This morning, Sir put me on my knees
and in my place and
before work I had a wonderful hard spanking.
After that, Sir put my hand on his rock hard cock,
reminding me how grateful I am that
though he doesn't like things to be rough for himself,
but he enjoys being a sadist with me!
I am grateful!

Submission

I am honored to be participating in the Round Table featured on the Spanking Romance Review Blog.  I was asked by Natasha Knight to discuss Submission.  After you read this post, please see SRR's blog to see the other links for those participating.  

So...

Submission  

Dictionary Definition:
Submission:  submissive conduct or attitude.  Inclined or ready to submit; unresistingly or humbly obedient.

MY Definition:
Submission is a state of mind.  It is something that I give willingly and wantingly (no, not wantonly...though that too maybe).  

Now, let me just be the first to say that 
I am NOT a perfect submissive 
nor is my submission is perfect.   

FAR FROM IT!  

But, 
as a whole, when I look at that 
dictionary definition and apply it to me...
I am INCLINED to submit.  
I am typically READY to submit.  
Frequently I am humbly obedient.  
I'm getting better at being unresistingly obedient
(It takes time after so many years of resisting everything)  

In my life in general AND in my relationship with my husband,
I do not want to be a doormat.  
I do not strive to have a relationship or a marriage 
where I am neither seen nor heard.  

I do not want to have a marriage where 
I am a complete and utter bitch, either.

I was a switch for many, many years.  
I have to say, 
when I was Topping I could be an utter bitch.  
I could find my sadistic side.   
and while in the bedroom, being a bitch wasn't an issue,
the attitude didn't stop when I walked outside the bedroom.

How did I know that I wanted to submit, to be submissive full time and not switch?  How did I know that deep down, I was submissive at my core?

Well that's easy. All fantasies I had involved me submitting.  I found true contentment and true happiness - even reflective happiness - when I was submissive.  Looking back, it's crystal clear.  

Being allowed to be submissive is a great gift. 

I chose those words carefully because that's how I see it.  
My husband gives me this gift, me being able to be submissive,
by choosing to be Dominant with me.

Through submission I have found:
that my sole is nourished, 
that my psyche is at ease.
I have found:
a level of contentment that reaches deep.
an ability to reduce the noise of life and appreciate the now.
the stability of a safety net 
a closeness to my husband which is undeniable
the comfort of clear expectations
happiness in who I am
and an insanely gratifying sex-life.

The Switch Switch

WARNING:

Just some forewarning, this recount will go on and on (it was ohmygod that good!!).  I hope to have it all there…but I was so …. Spent ... last night that I didn’t make any notes, though I relived what happened many times in my mind.  We went at it again this morning…oh holy hell.  I had a firsts, too - Can you believe it, a first – or shall I say, ANOTHER first.  Oh, but I’m getting away with myself.  If you’re brave and enjoy reading a lot of words…hold on for this insane recounting of my sex life yesterday and today.

PREFACE:

(yes, this requires a preface…heheheheh).  So, Sir had a wicked rough day at work on Wednesday.  He was so stressed out that I thought he could literally do damage to his heart.  That terrifies me, because my need for him to be by my side, as well as for me to be by his side, is soul deep.  I can’t live without him and still be me.  So I worried and fretted and he wanted nothing from me.  I offered to switch and dominate him.  Sometimes when things seem so out of control, that can help.  In the end, I gave him a full body massage, tucked him into bed, and snuggled up. 

Thursday, work was a bit better.  He was still stressed out, but it seemed less detrimental to his health.  We spoke many times throughout the day, as we always do.  When he got home from work,  we ate as a family and played with the kids.

Thursday Evening:

I asked him if he needed me to switch tonight.  “Yes,” he replied.  I worked on making that mental switch.  

note:  I’ve changed how I see switching for myself.  I no longer worry about how he sees it or what it means for us.  I see Topping him as serving him and giving him what he needs.  He doesn’t ask me to do it – hell that’s not it – he won’t allow me to switch with him typically, and that's okay with me.  

So I'm making a mental switch.  My eyes hardened a little.  I looked at him and told him to go get another beer.  He went to the kitchen and got another bottle from the fridge and came back to sit beside me and drink. 

After a bit, he said he had to go to the bathroom.  When he stood up, I stood up and kissed him – hard.  I tightened my fingers in his hair.  When he turned to walk to the bathroom, I followed close behind.  I shut the door behind us both.  We were in the powder room which is long but narrower.  I stood beside him, leaning on the pocket door as I watched him pee.  I told him what I planned to do to him, being gentle, but most assuredly dominant.  His eyes were hooded and I could see passion taking over.  He washed his hands, turned to me and I kissed him again.  I grabbed his crotch and rubbed. 

Swiftly, He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed.  His eyes changed and he had that glare.  I resisted for just a minute, but He affixed his stare on me and pushed harder.  I knelt, right there in the bathroom, on the floor.  He re-unzipped his pants and his cock pushed out of his boxers and jeans.  He was so hard.  He wound His hands in my hair and tightened.  I lunged for his cock, hungry, desperate.  Being made to kneel and take him is a huge turn on for me.  He tugged my head back and took his other hand, put his fingers under my chin and tipped my head up to look at him.  He seared me with his gaze.   He was not feeling anything but Mastery of his submissive. 

Keeping my eyes focused on him, he moved his hand to open my mouth.  I willingly complied.  He pushed his cock into my mouth.  Oh he looked so intoxicating.  His control shown in his eyes, the power of his cock in my mouth.  He took.  He fucked my mouth with deep thrusts, controlling the speed.  After he was satisfied – though not having cum – he pulled me to my feet by my hair.  He kissed my forehead and smacked me on my ass.  He opened the door and walked away.

Answers Eight thru Ten

Again, I would like to thanks y'all for the questions.  If you have any additional, please feel free to ask away...as it is MARCH.  If you have questions for my Sir, I'm happy to relay them as well as his response.  

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Ask Away

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BIKSS:  While you were switching, did you ever have any idea that you would, one day, want him to be the Dom and only the Dom or was it a "Eureka!" moment?

First, THANKS for commenting and asking a question!!  Oh, I always had that though.  OK, wait.  That's not quite right.  I always loved him being a Dom and me being a sub.  That said, I liked that with a healthy dose .... or even more ... of vanilla.  I don't know when I had the thought of being submissive, in and out of the bedroom, 24/7.  But...upon a personal crisis/tragedy, there we were and it was exactly what I needed.  I have been grateful every day since.  I tell him "Thank You" on a regular basis.  I hope that answers your question.
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Belle:  Is there any one thing that your Sir does that completely irritates you to no end?  Like completely drives you crazy but you know it will never change and it will always be?  It was there in the beginning and well, it will be there until the end and really you just have to try to love that part of them and just smile and shake your head when it happens:)  If you do, what is it?
When we were younger I would have said it was that I came second in his life...after school or later work.  But as I've been with him - FOREVER - what I have learned is that he is committed to me and our family 100%.  That does NOT mean that he will drop everything for me.  That does NOT mean that he will ignore everything else to be with me.  That does NOT mean that he will ditch a commitment that he has made in order to spend time with me.  That means that he is committed to making money and providing well for me, among other things.  It means that he honors his commitments to me and to others.  He is honorable, he is trustworthy and dependable (do I sound like the Boy Scout Law).  I do love that about him, but there are just times I wish he would say...YOU, fiona, are more important than life itself and I will blow off everything else to be with YOU.  (I may not love the bankruptcy and starvation and homelessness that ensues though.)

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Belle:  Oh and does your Sir have this same thing on you......Do you do anything that irritates him to no end? (we all know of course you don't...but I just have to ask to be fair hahaha)
Hehehe...I asked him and he first said that he needed to think about it.  When I asked him again, he quickly said, "The fact that you will walk out of your socks and shoes anywhere and everywhere no matter where you are!"  I followed it up with "Seriously, that's it.  You want me to post that?"  "Yes, but I still have high hopes of correcting that behavior." with an evil grin.  Ugh!

I hoped those answered your questions Belle.

Switching

This is an answer to joey's question and clarification to a followup question by aisha:

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So Sir and I were a couple who switched D and s roles at a whim.  We regularly had vanilla sex, but more frequently had some D or s as part of the dynamic.  But who was being Dom and who was sub depended on the day and on the need.  Submission filled a huge need in our lives when we were feeling stressed or overwhelmed by life...by work.  Submission was a way to safely float away from all of that, like it or not.  For me, submission was an aphrodisiac and at the heart of all my fantasies.

I know I've gone on and on about how....yikes....a year and a half ago (time flies when your being spanked and flogged), the switching stopped being our norm and D/s became D (Sir) and s (fiona).  This has been 100% fulfilling for me.  I have NO need for being Dominant.  It is not something that EVER is part of my fantasies.  I have never - not once - thought about it in a fantasy.  If I ever dominated Sir and had an orgasm, the fantasy in my mind was one of submission.

But Sir gets something from Dominating me AND from submitting.  They both fuel him.  They fulfill different needs.  If Sir is ever super stressed with a great deal or emotionally wrung out, etc.... then submission may appeal to him.  It's not frequent, but still there.




I've been uneasy blogging about this.  I don't know why I felt like it was inappropriate.  I think in my mind, I worried that others might think my Sir is less than he is because he switches periodically.  The same could be said for me...that I was less submissive because I would dominate periodically.   But then, I was talking with a kinky friend of mine and she asked why I felt it was not blogable - that masculinity and virility has absolutely nothing to do with which side of a flogger you're on.  So, I've been thinking about that.  My adoration for my Sir is unflappable and undeniable.  My place and relationship with him is Rock SOLID.  My submission is absolute, but more importantly, his Dominance is also absolute.  This blog is mine.  I should write what I want and not worry.  This community has proven to be extraordinarily accepting and loving and kind.  So...

D/s, 99% of the time, for US means D (Sir) and s (fiona).  However, 1% of the time, he really needs a playtime of submission.  This submission is only playtime.  The fascinating thing is he SWITCHES back in prime fashion.  Typically at the end of me dominating him, he growls in that animalistic way, becomes amazingly primal, ULTRA dominant and flips me, fucks me and reasserts his dominance.  He reclaims what is HIS.  We end every time in very solid D (Sir) / s (fiona)  roles.

We fulfill our needs and remain the same, fabulous, in love, passionate, attune, couple that we are.  He maintains his Dominance and I maintain my submission.  I no longer consider us to be switches because this is never emotionally tied, it is only physical in nature, it happens few and far between and because the play is momentary and inside our bedroom only, while our typical D/s is in and outside the bedroom.

WE make TTWD what it needs to be for US and  ...  it WORKS!