Role Reversal

K used me three times the day before yesterday, including once at 7 AM when I really didn’t want to be used. (Though of course he still had my full consent.) Yesterday, I needed to not do anything sexual for most of the day, and I told him so. Sometimes I need to live in a non-submissive state, to recover my bearings and remind myself that I am a competent, independent human being. K understands this, and he has no problem with these “vanilla” breaks.

Last night, I decided I did want sex — but I wanted more than that. I wanted to dominate. I wanted to feel power over K. I went into the bedroom when he was half-asleep and told him he was going to be my fucktoy. I’m not as good at domination as he is, and he’s not as practiced at submission as me. But I used him hard, and soon had him begging me to come.

He asked me, though, if I wanted to dominate him the whole time, or did I want things to change at some point? At first, I said I wanted to dominate. But domination is tiring, and it doesn’t come all that naturally to me, however fun it is to play with sometimes. So, after a while, I told him I’d go with whatever he wanted.

That’s when he slapped me, shoved me off him, pushed me onto my hands and knees, and started to use me hard. He reminded me how much stronger he is than me, and that I was silly to think I could keep him pinned, or that I could stop him doing whatever he wanted to me. He was rougher than usual, in both actions and words. He told me he needed to remind me of my place.

I want to try to dominate K more often. Not only is it fun, but I love how he acts when he reclaims his place as my master.