Trading Places

I was excited at first. I’d earned it as a reward, probably for one of his fun photo tasks where I have to send him a certain number of sexy photos throughout the day. He definitely likes to make things fun and silly, and for this particular reward, he went maybe a little too far. He gave me the power for a whole day!

We switched in all the possible ways, and it did not work out. Not even a little bit. Mainly, it didn’t work because our roles are who we are. I can’t just stop being submissive, and his dominance is as a part of him as his laugh or his smell. We knew this was not at all serious, so we gave it our best shot. I was ready to have some fun!

He gave me some time (and consent) to plan out a scene that included some rope and some impact. Just being in his shoes for one day, I got a feel for how hard it is to plan a scene, one that is safe and pleasurable and memorable in a good way. I don’t know exactly how much time and thought he puts into planning our scenes, but I do know that I always enjoy them. I wanted to give him a little of that in return, and I think I did in my own way. We still laugh about it to this day, so I must have done something right, right?

I had to consider his stiff joints in my plan, putting him in relatively easy positions that would be comfortable. I started with him kneeling over our coffee table, naked with his pretty butt exposed and ready for my assault, his wrists tied out in front of him. I started with my hand, spanking each cheek one at a time. He’s got a nice full booty, and I so enjoyed watching his flesh react to my smacks. His meaty flesh jiggled and grew pinker with each swat. He didn’t flinch or make any noises, so I don’t think I hurt him at all. Then I tried the crop, the folded strap, and the flogger, checking in every so often to make sure he was okay and trying my best to avoid that sensitive bundle hanging like a target between his legs. I know many men would enjoy the painful sensation of having their balls smacked, but mine sure wouldn’t, and it might have hurt me worse than it did him. The point of this impromptu impact session was not to push him to the edge, but to give each of us a view of the others side. As I was spanking him, I didn’t feel powerful, I felt weird and awkward. Like a little girl wearing her mothers high heels, I couldn’t quite move properly. I started to get a little bored with the repetition and he was getting stiff from not being able to move, so we switched things up.

I sat him on the bench and tied his arms to his chest using a few reverse frictions and a lot of hope. If he’d really tried, he could have gotten out of his bonds in about two seconds, but he was nice enough to play along. Then I used a small length of rope to bind his balls and his cock very loosely. He really liked this, so I unwrapped it and tried again, tighter this time. I left his head exposed so I could use my lips and tongue, trying to see if he could come with his stuff so tightly bound. He really liked this, which gave me a little confidence. Slowly, I unraveled the rope one loop at a time, bringing my mouth further down on his shaft each time. Finally, as I got down to his balls, I held the rope there for a few moments until I could tell he was ready to burst, and then I quickly released just as he did, filling my mouth with his come. Honestly, none of this did anything for me. I, of course, love giving him blowjobs, but the fact that he wasn’t telling me to do it, guiding me, simply that he wasn’t in charge of what was going on, didn’t get me hot at all. I don’t even remember if I had him get me off or not.

After we cleaned up the play area and put everything away, we snuggled on the couch together, watching tv. It was only 11 in the morning and I still had a whole day left to enjoy my reward. I only wanted one more thing though, and as I nuzzled my face into his shoulder I asked in my most polite and submissive voice, “Can we switch back now, please?”, and we both laughed.