Switchy
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Story 1
Hmm. Well, if I'm going to sign myself Switchy, I guess I should sign on the dotted line.
I'm not particularly a pain/sensation player, I'm much more on the D/s side. Different women bring out very different things in me in that respect. There is something deep, almost meditative, in just giving it up and letting someone else control me, but there is also something very fun (although, in my case, not as deep) in putting a woman through her paces. There are a limited number of simultaneously genuinely nurturing and casually cruel women who just plain take me by the head, the gut and the balls, but not everything in life can be so deep.
As a top, I like to push someone or see how far I can make her push herself. When I hear a woman say "I don't see how being submissive would ever be a turn-on", I take it as a challenge. It's amazing where you can take someone in three minutes, sometimes without even touching her. Quick example: a few years ago I got into a conversation with a woman friend (not a lover) about this while I was driving her through town, headed for dinner. She already had some notion of BDSM, but really just the physical stuff. "OK", I said, "here's the deal. I'm not going to touch you, and we can stop at any time." I gave her a safeword, made an innocuous remark or two, then asked her what kind of knickers she was wearing.
- She: "Oh, nothing very interesting…"
- Me: "OK, then take them off."
- She: "What?!"
- Me: "Take them off. You wanted to submit to me, take off the boring knickers."
- She: "Here, in the car?"
- Me: "Well, that would be much more discreet than if I stopped and had you do it on the pavement."
My, oh, my. Under 60 seconds and she was a squirming little ball for me to bounce.
As a bottom? For me, it's about letting go of control, of ego. It's about not making decisions unless I'm ordered to. It's about letting myself be taken, about a woman confidently using me for her pleasure or her whim. It's hottest with someone who can get as much from being in control as I can from letting go of it.
As I said above, bottoming goes deeper for me than topping. Even anonymously, I'm not that willing to write for strangers about what actual acts I do as a bottom. I will say: tease and denial, humiliation, and even some mild CBT, but sorry, folks, I'm not willing to share the details.
From either side, I like scenarios in which someone has to cooperate in their own submission: honour bondage, obedient cooperation in when and where one has orgasms, exhibitionism on command. Things that absolutely require you to give it over mentally as well as physically.
Next speaker?
~~ Switchy
Story 2
I've never much related to the term Master, so I've started this page at Top.
Probably my favorite scene ever as a top came about almost accidentally. I was at a small BDSM club that will remain nameless, on a very hot night (in both senses of the word), and ran into a woman whom I will call "T-". I'd known T- since she was a teenager. She's about 10 years my junior, cute, and (like me) rather switchable. When she was 20 or so I'd flirted with her a few times but nothing more. I hadn't seen her in a while. (In the meantime, it turned out, she had a marriage, a baby, and a divorce). She was there with her newbie female date B-, whom I later found out was her employer! I have to say, I never had a boss I'd invite to a kink club. At least not while I still had the job.
As I say, the night was hot. T- was wearing a clingy vinyl outfit inside of which she must have been miserable. So it was with purely benevolent intentions that I started to cool her down with ice cubes. At first I ran them over her shoulders, neck… B- joined in. Soon we were dipping inside the vinyl, cooling off more of T-'s flesh. B- and I were on either side of her on a couch, and I don't remember which of us had the inspiration to shift around slightly and pin her arms, but it was right about the same time the ice cubes reached her nipples, by which time she was squirming and making some lovely sounds.
In front of us, some really big guy was flogging his girlfriend. Those of you who have spent much time in BDSM clubs know that the first time you watch a flogging it is really hot, but after a while, it's like watching a test pattern on the telly. Little by little, more people were watching T- writhe, moan, and twitch. "Really big guy" might almost as well have been flogging his girl in private (although they did have the use of a rather nice St. Andrew's cross, probably not something they had at home).
Someone brought B- and me another bowl of ice, which was very kind of them, as we didn't have to release T-'s arms. By this time we had raised her skirt and worked ice cubes up her thighs; the melting ice was not the only thing dripping. Being male, don't know quite how it feels when ice hits your clit and cunt; being a switch, I kind of wonder. T- had three screaming orgasms, each of which earned her (or all three of us) a nice round of applause.
Switchy, January 2006
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