Who’s on Top? – Reversing our roles

Sometimes Maggie wants me to take the lead.

It was a little hard to figure out what she wanted. But eventually I learned from the master …my Mistress!

Maggie decides what to do with me

Maggie often played light domination games with me.

But tonight she would make me face my submissive desires…and become her slave

Best Laid Plans

I made a tasty pasta for our evening together. I  served Maggs her dinner and knelt at her side. She pointed to the floor in front of her. I crawled under the table and pulled into the space before her. She hiked up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She slid her hips forward and closer to me. She took one of the peeled carrots and slowly inserted it in her and pulled it out. It was now covered with the slick juice I had come to know and love. She turned the tip of the carrot toward my lips. “Open”, she said.

I opened my mouth and she slipped the carrot in. I licked it with a sucking sound. She shoved it in further. I sucked more. “Now eat it,” she said. I munched on the carrot with delight. She got another carrot and repeated her feeding.

Maggs phone chattered. “Maggie, how are you?” It was Ella.

“Just relaxing with Kenny,” she said.

“Can you do a double with me tonight?”

“When?” she asked.

“Now”, Ella said, “It’s the Captain. He’s in town just for tonight.”

“I’m kinda getting into things here,” Maggie said.

“You remember that special thing we do when you tie me up?” Ella went on, “He’ll pay us lots if we do it now.”

“What do I wear?” Maggie couldn’t remember the Captain’s preference.

“Just your usual fishnets, corset, gloves and boots”.

“What toys should I bring?”

“We have everything he likes at the dungeon,” Ella said.

“Give me a moment,” Maggie said. She lowered herself toward me. “You heard that, Kenny?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“You don’t mind?”

“I’ll wait up for you,” I said.

“I’ll be pretty late.”

“Please text me when you’re coming back,” I said.

“You’re really nice to me,” she pushed herself away from the table and went to dress in her bedroom.  I cleared the plates and started doing the dishes.

“How do I look?” She came out in her fetish gear.

I turned toward her, my hands wet with dish soap. “You look marvelous,” I said, “now go for it”.

“See you later,” she pulled me into her and kissed me roughly.

“See you,” I said.

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I finished cleaning the dishes and sat on the floor. I must have dozed off because I was startled when my mobile chirped with her text.

“LVNG now”

“CU” I typed.

I heard her car pull in to the driveway and I unlocked the door. I knelt and waited for her. She stepped in.

“Welcome home,” I said. She smiled at me.

“You mean you were up all night waiting for me?”

“Well, to be honest, I dozed off a little but here we are,” I said, “lets take those boots off now.”

She sat on the edge of the couch as I pulled her boots off her feet and gave her a foot rub.

“Ah,” she said, “that feels good”.

“Now lets take a shower,” I suggested. We stood and turned her back toward me.  I unlaced her corset and unhooked her bra. She slipped her stockings and underwear off into a pile on the floor and turned and pulled me into her.

“You’re so sweet,” she kissed me. I slipped my underwear off and we walked into the shower. I ran the water and soaped her body gently. I rinsed her and toweled her down. I dried off and turned the covers up while she finished in the bathroom . She walked in.

“Lay on the bed,” she said.

I lay on the open covers. She turned off the light and straddled me. She lowered her hips over my face. I began to kiss her.

“I’ve been looking for this all night,” she said.

“Me too!” I said.

 

 

Can a slave be a sub?

An interesting post by MsScarletUK points out:

So a slave may or may not be a sub. A sub may or may not be in a relationship as a slave

 

 

Her post shed some light on my relationship with Maggie.

I wondered why Maggie didn’t care if I subbed to her. There are times when she does some of the chores. Of course, she’ll say “I like to have it done my way,” or “I can do it better”, etc.  but on the whole, we have a vanilla relationship when it comes to the mundane things. Scarlet also wrote:

someone cannot be a slave if they are not in a relationship

our relationship started when Maggie said:

“I want you to be my sex-slave” to which I agreed. By this she means that she plans and directs our sexual activity. Slavery is the basis of our relationship at least with the intimacy and sex.

She is also trying to expand the range to include pain. Maggie also hopes to make me her pain-slave but I have a long way to go as she sees it.

 

On the other hand, she sees many clients who sub to her for the service of their fetishes. She told me none of them have ever wanted to be her slave, including guys she has sex with.

MsScarlet also makes the point:

true submissives are only at peace and content when things are happening to them they truly do not want to happen to them. It is only then they feel truly dominated. So they must NOT CONSENT to what is happening in order to be at peace

 

I guess this is so. A lot of what Maggie and I do does not have my consent. In fact, we have not discussed things like limits, safewords or contracts. She just tells me what she wants and I go along with it. The thrill of Maggie dominating me this way is nothing compared to the sex we have. Consent is not an issue when we’re both doing what we both want.

Readers wonder why I kneel before her at times (like when we have meals together at her place, or when we’re just hanging out, etc.) It is not out of some “femdom” code. It’s just my way of being affectionate with her, of telling her I’m willing to play with her if she’s interested. She does similar thing like pulling my hair, slapping me, pointing to the floor, etc. We have a repertoire of moves that say when we want to do sex our way.

You readers should check MsScarlets’ blog from time to time. Although the way she treats her partner is not the way we do things, she does have many witty observations and commentary about the #bdsm scene.

 

no pain no gain

“I don’t know what to do with you,” Maggs said. I was sitting quietly at her feet cleaning her boots and leather toys.

“You’re such a good boy,” she placed her hand on my hand and ran her fingers through my hair. “I’m looking for a slave-husband someday but I’m not sure about you.”

“What do you mean,  Magg?”  My heart sank a little. I thought we had an understanding. I was her sex-slave and that was all there was to our relationship for now.

“You’re good with your tongue,” she said. “No guy has liked me as much as you.”

“I want you very much,” I said not sure of what else I could say.

“Have you ever thought about our future?” she asked.

“I’d want to stay with you,” I said.

“Is that all?”

“There could be more but you and I agreed to take things day by day.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she said, “but tell me about what else you’d like?”

“I want to be your man,” I said, “but I understand you have issues about guys so maybe we can work something out?”

“You’re not like those guys,” she said. “I’m not worried that you’re going to take over my life.”

“I’m careful not to do that, ”  I said, “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to be closer to me,” she gripped my hair and pulled. My dick began to swell. I understood what she meant.

“What would you like?”

“You know I like to torture guys.”

She has bdsm sessions with guys where she ties them up and beats them until she is aroused. She will  come home and have a huge orgasm when I service her.

“I know we’d agreed that you’d be my sex-slave, ” she said. “I want that, but I also want you to suffer more for me. I want you to take more pain than what you’re used to.”

“I’m all for that,” I said. I caught myself accepting something I dreaded. But this was what Magg wanted from me all along. I want a deeper relationship with her. Maybe if I accept more pain we will get closer. “What would you like?”

“Go into the bedroom and stand at the foot of our bed,” she whispered into my ear as she bit into my neck.

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I attached my ankle cuffs to the foot of the bed posts and secured one of my arms to the d-ring at the top on of one of the posts. Magg came in and secured the other arm to the top of the other post.

“Lets begin with some light flogging.” She whipped my back with a flogger.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Good, ” she stepped back to check her work. She picked one of the leather slappers from the rack. “Now for something a little harder.”

The noise of the slapper was scarier than the actual pain. A little heat radiated from my chest to my head.

She slipped a blindfold over my eyes. She rubbed my chest and circled her hand around one of my nipples and pulled on it.

“Ow,” I felt a pinch on the nipple from what felt like a clamp.

“Too tight?”

“No,” I gasped, “it’s about right.”

She squeezed my other nipple and attached another clamp to it.

Magg attached a ring around my cock and balls. She tied my balls. I felt a tug on my sack as if  it was pulled down by a heavy weight. My dick was straining upward.

She picked up her crop and hit my dick and nipples.

I felt sharp pinches all over my chest and thighs from pegs.

More slaps of the crop on my dick and nipples. My skin felt like it was on fire. I felt a warm surge go up my spine to my head.  The slapping became more intense. I began to pull away from the blows to my body.

“Are you flinching? ”

“Yes, it’s beginning to hurt!” I was breathing in short gasps.

“Lets take it slow, now,” she said. “Take a deep breath.”

I inhaled deep.

“That’s it Ken,” she said, “breathe slowly. Five counts in and five counts out.”

I followed her direction. Five counts in, five out. Her voice had a melody that relaxed me.

“I want you to hold your breath for a count of 2. You can exhale after I hit you.”

I inhaled and held my breath. She waited for a few seconds and hit my chest with the slapper. I exhaled.

“Good boy,” she said, “Lets keep up this rhythm.”

I inhaled. She hit me harder. I exhaled. She repeated the cycle. The pain became more intense. I felt detached from the pain of the strokes on my chest and a rush of heat to my head. I could hear the slapping and feel the heat on my skin like a vigorous massage. I lost count of how many blows I took. I  lost control. I  got high.

She yanked on the pegs and ripped them off. A  rush of blood shot through my veins. I felt ecstasy.

“Do you want more?” she said.

“Yes, please” I begged.She unhooked me from the posts and turned my body around. I placed my arms and legs in position and she hooked my wrist and ankle cuffs to the bedposts. I felt a slow buildup of strokes against my back and butt. My mind slipped back into the  warm euphoric sensation. I was hooked on pain.

***********

“Here,” she said, “take a sip of this.” I felt something push against my lips. A stream of cold water flowed into my mouth. I felt the liquid go down my throat and into my stomach. I began to reenter my body. My skin felt tingly. I was tied to Magg’s bedposts for a long time. I wanted to kiss her but I couldn’t move.

“Hold still,” she said. I felt a refreshing coolness on my back. Her touch reminded me of a time when I received treatment for sunburn. Her hand gripped my cock and rubbed it up and down . I came into her hand. She spread the sticky goo on my lips and forced her fingers into my mouth.

“Swallow it, ” she said.  I sucked my cum from her  fingers.

************

I knelt before her as she sat on the edge of the bed. I felt sharp jolts of pain as her finger traced over the welts on my back..

“You’ve been a very good boy tonight,” she said, “I think I’m going to keep you.” She opened her legs .

I began kissing her thighs as she slowly pulled me into her. “I want to be yours,” I said.  I was happy for our evening together.  I licked her lips,  sucked her nub and worshiped her.

*************

I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt the pain of the welts all over my body. I turned toward Magg and gazed at her outline in the dim light of the night. She was breathing deeply in her sleep.

I had suffered for Maggie. It was the most intense pain I had ever felt. I wanted her more than ever.

 

Meet my friends…and serve us!

“Do you agree to obey me still?” she asked me.

“Yes,” I said.

“Then you agree to serve me?”

“Yes,” I said, “I like serving you.” I wanted to reassure her I was still into her and whatever the relationship would require.

“Well,” she looked toward me, “tonight I’m having friends over. I want you to serve them like  you serve me. What do you say?”

I didn’t answer at first. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say yes,” she laughed a little, “It’s Ella and Domme P. You have met Ella. you’ll like Pauline. C’mon, what do you say?”

“I don’t know what to do,” I said.  I was doing my best to seem agreeable. I didn’t understand what her command meant.

“Oh,” she said, “you have never done this sort of thing before, have you?”

“No,” I said calmly, “I’m new to this.”

“Tonight you’ll be our cook, butler and servant.”

“Yes,” I began to understand.

“You’ll be wearing that sexy jock I bought you.”

“OK,” I agreed, “is that all?”

“No,” she said, “there’s one more thing”. She retrieved  a leather strip from her toy bag.

“Kneel,” she pointed to the spot on the floor before her. “I’m placing a day collar on you for tonight.”

“OK,” I said.

“I want to show you off to my friends as my sex slave.”

Bi-curious…or serious?

“So tell me your experience with guys,” Maggie and I were driving to her party.

“Most of my scenes have been with guys,” I said.

“And how does it go?”

“We usually decide who will top and who will bottom in a scene,” I said, “Usually by a look.”

“And what happens?”

“When I bottom,” I said, “the guy will twist my nipples and pull me down. I will suck his cock to get it hard. Then the scene gets going.”

“Bondage,” she asked.

 

“Yeah,” I said, “he’ll usually restrain me and start impact play. When we both get into it, he’ll fuck me”.

“And when you top?” she asked.

“I usually go the same way but I first pull the guy into me and do some deep kissing unless he’s not into it. That’s what I like about you,” he looked at her with admiration.

“Well tonight,” she kept her eyes on the road, “I’m going to introduce you to some of my boys.”

“Yes,” I said.

“You remember I told you that I still see guys I top and have sex,” she said.

“Yes,” I said, “you told me when we met.”

“You’re going to meet some of these guys tonight.” she said.

“I’m looking forward to that,” I said.

“You are my slave,” she said.

“Yes,” I assured her, “I am your slave.”

“And you will obey me?”

“Yes,”

“Then I will direct you when we get there,” she glanced to me, “are you ok with that?”

“yes,” I said.

 

 

Present yourself, slave

Maggie and I were talking about where we wanted our relationship to go.

“You know I want you to be my slave,” she said.

“Yes,” I said, “I know.” Our relationship started with the agreement that I would become her slave.

“I want you to learn what that means,” she said.

I told her I have talked to friends but got different advice. Then a blogger, stacieinaz , liked one of my recent posts. Her blog described how a slave should behave for her master.  She wrote:

“Teach your slave how to properly kneel before you, present themselves.”

“I’d like you to do that,” she said, “when I point my fingers down toward the floor, like this.” She pointed her finger to the floor before me. I bowed before her. The floor is cold but I will get used to it.

“I like you this way,” she said, “It shows me that you are submitting to me. Do you like it?”

“yes, I do,” I said. It’s not very comfortable but I want to prove myself to her.

“Good,” she said, “then remember that position. I’ll have more for you later. ”