The Switch

I'm ready. Everything has been planned, as usual. He should be here any minute now.

I'm wearing a summer dress even though it isn't summer yet. Since I don't plan to go out, this is fine, especially since I'm not wearing anything underneath.

I hear the sound of a key turning in the lock, the door opening, and footsteps. He's back. I smile as he comes over to kiss me. Tender, passionate...

I'm submissive; that is the way I like it. Free use is my absolute sexual fantasy. This person has been relatively dominant; he is gentle and kind, always taking care of me, but sexually, taking what he wants. Right here, right now? Okay! It's an ideal balance of respect and desire, and I'm only too happy to get on my knees to please him.

After being separated for so long, this is the part where he would undress me and take me. Not today.

"Get undressed", I tell him. I order him. Usually, I'm the submissive one. He looks at me, bewildered, but does as I say. I stay still as he removes his polo shirt, enjoying the view. Next, the shoes were kicked off and discarded in a corner. The belt is undone, the trousers fall, and I get a hint of an erection through the boxer shorts. Finally, the boxer shorts fall, and his body is all mine. I usher him to the sofa, where two restraints are waiting. Again, usually, they are for me, but not today.

He sits down in the middle of the seat, his usual place. This is where I would get on all fours, but not today. I walk over and fasten the Velcro restraints. He pulls at them to see if they are strong. They are, believe me. You have put them on me enough over the past year for me to know.

I take a step back, admiring him. His skin, his body, the look of hunger in his eyes, and his erection. He knows the ending but doesn't know how we will get there. When I'm satisfied, I caress my body through the light fabric. He can already see that my nipples are hard, but I enjoy the feeling. My hand slips between my legs, still through the fabric, and my body is begging for pleasure. I can feel the fabric stick slightly to my pussy with the dampness that I have. I lift my dress slightly, exposing my desire to him. I lick my index finger before it slides between my legs, parting my pussy lips that offer no resistance. And then it happens. He pulls on the restraints. I laugh, satisfied. The restraints are holding, and there is nothing he can do.

I remove my dress completely, letting it fall to the ground. There, bare a metre away from him, I start to masturbate. The look in his eyes is intoxicating, filled with hunger, unsure if he should be looking at my eyes, my boobs or my pussy. He settles for my pussy. Very well, as you wish.

I approach, my hands lightly caressing his thighs but stubbornly ignoring his erection. Later, dear friend, later... I step on the sofa, knees on the back, legs spread, my pussy approaching his head. I hold him in my hands, my fingers between strands of hair, tightening my grip. I position myself, and he has no choice but to explore my intimacy with his tongue. This isn't something we do often, and it isn't something I usually enjoy, but this time, I did. It didn't take me long to start moaning, which became fuel for his excitement. With each moan, he pushed further, and he knew he was in precisely the right spot when I gripped him tightly, rocking my hips slightly against his tongue. Head tilted back, I rode his tongue for the first time in my life. Back and forth, his tip exploring between my lips, and I pushed a little harder for his tongue to caress my clitoris. I checked that he was still breathing from time to time before riding him repeatedly.

I could have climaxed like that, but that will be for another day. There is something else that I would like to explore...

I lift my hips, and he is free to breathe again. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. This was my usual position, my mouth working for his pleasure... This is something I've wanted to experiment with for some time now.

I look down; his erection is raging, and the first drop of precum is there. I step down, bend forward, and with a quick lick, I relieve him of his drop. This has always been my reward for exciting him. I hear the fabric tighten, a satisfying "snap" sound as the restraints are taught and held.

"Non non non", I say seductively in French, waving my finger. I know what you want, but this is my turn. I know you want to feel yourself inside me. I know you want to hold my head as I take you entirely, but no. Not yet. Maybe.

I kneel on the sofa, straddling him. I can already feel him move his hips, hoping to position himself so that I impale myself on his manhood. That was not what I had in mind.

With one hand, I gently take his erection, slowly lowering it to his stomach. I position myself above, placing my pussy on him and sliding myself up and down his shaft. By positioning myself just right, I could feel myself rub on him, which was intense. Here he was, unable to do anything, the perfect sex toy, unable to escape, but just enough movement for me to feel his frustration and his desire.

I kept on riding his cock, up and down, again and again. He wouldn't be able to cum from this position, but I was getting very close. When I held on to the back of the sofa for dear life, he knew. As I used his erection as a sex toy, I came hard. I let go of the couch and wrapped his head in my arms, holding him tight, using his strength to keep me upright. My hips rocked violently as I rubbed myself against him; the soft rubbing drove me entirely over the edge. In the privacy of my home, I screamed. I held on, gasping, panting, the world a whirlwind of red and orange, until my orgasm started to fade away, reality seeping back in. There he was, my Master, tied, helpless, and desperate. I had tortured him enough; it was time for his release, but I still wanted to play.

I dropped onto the floor, on my knees, and tied my hair into a ponytail. He knows what that means. I pushed his legs apart, leaving enough space for me to be comfortable. With the softest of licks, my tongue slowly drew a line from his sack to the tip of his manhood, again rewarded by a drop of precum. I kissed the head softly. I felt him twitch, desperately trying to get into position, but I knew all about those restraints. I know what they can and what he now cannot do. He cannot hold my head; he cannot push me down. All he could do was beg. With his eyes or pleading with his voice, it didn't matter; I was in control.

I drew another line, from the tip as far down as I could go, between his legs, rewarded by a little grunt of frustration as he pulled tightly. I smiled. That is probably enough for one session.

My fingers wrapped around his shaft, and I positioned myself close, my tongue flicking the tip. I looked into his eyes, getting a huge rush from the look of desire on his face. He wanted me; he needed me. After a year with this person, I know what he likes and how he likes it. So I changed everything. I started with the rhythm he usually uses when he is close to climaxing, my tongue on his cock, and I enjoyed every second of seeing him squirm helplessly. He squeezed me with his legs (I'll have to restrain those too next time), he clenched his fists and tried to escape, in vain. His hips started shaking. I plunged his cock into my mouth, trying to keep up the rhythm with my lips while looking him in the eyes. I wanted this so badly. I wanted to feel him; I wanted to taste him.

He didn't last long. I had been torturing him for a while, and he wanted to explode, and I was only too happy to oblige. I felt him twitch, his movements suddenly becoming erratic. It was time.

I lowered myself to have the perfect view of his face as he fed me with his desire. I could see it rise; the clenched fists, the hips pushing hard... And then it came. A loud roar, a rough moan, incapable of words. His cock quivered, and then he released. The first shot came, and I slowed my pace, only moving up and down slowly, letting him enjoy this release. He had earned it. I took every drop, and no matter how often I did this, he always looked at me as if it were the first time.

His fists opened as he tried to cling to thin air, and then his muscles relaxed. I spent a minute or two in aftercare, kissing and licking his cock. Then I sat down on the sofa and cuddled up next to him. With my head on his chest, I played with his hair, twirling it between my fingers as I heard his heart pounding, slowing down gently, returning to a normal rhythm. We kissed, we smiled.

"You can untie me now", he said. I smiled.

"Nope! I'm not done!" And I bounced back on all fours, taking him again into my mouth, enjoying the sight of his fist clench while he objected bitterly.

I enjoyed the switch, and I think he did, too. I'll be submissive again next time. However, for now...