I remember it clearly though, great sex, but neither of us truly in control, not just yet. I think we were testing the waters. It was me, though, who started in on it. We are after all both switches. People wonder how we both can be switches and how we manage to share control. Yet, somehow we managed, didn't we?
You like when I’m in control, but you truly do know how to make me submit. That doesn't come so easily for me. It takes the right kind of man to get me to submit to them. When you started to be Dom-like with me, I was in awe of how much I wanted to submit to you. Can you remember too? I bet you can.
Now here we are, The Sir and The Bitch, it can’t get much better than that, can it? No, I didn't think so either. I’m as cheeky as ever, but you know when to put your foot down, and make me remember my place. I love when you do that, it makes my panties soaked!
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I’m here, waiting for you like the good girl I am. You told me you didn't know when you’d be home, but I was to wait. I wouldn't dream of disobeying, so this is what I am doing.
Waiting… For you.
It feels like forever, because I know the things you’ll have me do and the things you’ll do to me. Oh God; I want you now! I’m kneeling by the bedroom door, awaiting you. I decided to wear those pink panties you like so much, remember the ones? Surely you do. I even met you half way. I wore leggings, but with no feet parts attached, it’s a win-win. My toe nails are even painted a pale pink, to match my panties.
When are you going to get here? I want you! You’re doing this to tease me, aren't you? You’re such a wicked tease. I can’t help but pout, just a wee bit. Though, as if on cue, I hear you. How did you do that? I feel all excited, a little pet waiting for her Sir to come in. You do, and you come right to me, knowing where I’ll be.
“Mmm, my Bitch, look at you, incredible as ever.” You step in front of me, taking me by the chin, I look up at you.
“Good evening, Sir, I've missed you,” My eyes are locked on yours.
“Is that so, how much?” Before I can even speak you reach down, and feel between my thighs. You run a single finger along my panties. I let out a soft moan, and you do it again. “Hmm, it seems you've missed me a lot, you filthy wee girl.”
Blushing hard, I’m at a loss for words. I can’t really deny what is so obvious, now can I? “What am I going to do with you now?” You ask, though it isn't an actual question. You move to sit in the love seat in the corner of the room, “Stand, remove your panties, and come to me,” You tell me, whilst you unzip your slacks.
Standing, my heart beats faster, and I can feel the hot fire between my thighs in the deepest part of me grow. Fuck, fuck-fuck! What are you going to do with me? I can only guess as much what you have in mind. Oh hell, you’re stroking that wonderfully perfect cock of yours. I love the way your foreskin moves so easily along your shaft. Mmm, I want you in my mouth. My thoughts are racing with filthy thoughts as I do as you ask. I remove my panties, and walk over to you.
My bare feet feel the softness of the carpet. The sun has long set; you had to work late today. I hate when that happens. There are only two side table lamps on, so the glow in the room is a bit romantic, perfect to be sensual, but I know we’re anything but. I stand before you, as you look at my naked body; I bite my lip feeling like I’m being put on show. You reach out, stroking my cleft. You can feel how wet I am again. See what you do to me?
“Are you hungry for me, my Bitch?” You ask, knowing the answer. You just love hearing me say it.
“Mmm, I am Sir. I always am, I’m greedy when it comes to you.” I blush, and bite my lip. You have me lower to my knees, I watch you stroke your cock still. You’re torturing me.
“You want to take care of this for me then?” Grinning at me, I nod my head.
You stop stroking, and I lean forward and take you slowly into my mouth. You open your legs for me, and I snuggle closely into you. I work your entire length; all the while you stroke my hair. I moan out whilst you do, loving how you touch me. Your sighs and moans are so hot, and I can feel my juices running down my thighs. (Yes, you get me that wet.) I don’t stop; I force myself to take you deeper into my mouth. You begin to push a little bit, helping me along the way.
When I know I have every last inch of your cock inside my throat, I begin to hum that magical song. We don’t even need to explain that one, do we? You know the one. You groan out, pushing me further onto you. I gag a little, feeling you slide deeper in. You begin to thrust, taking the control now. My teeth graze you, sucking deeper. “Fuck yes, sweet girl,” you growl out. Bucking harder as I use my teeth, you are now literally fucking my throat.
You take it for as long as you can stand, but you don’t want to come, not yet. No, not yet…
Moving back, I watch as you stand and strip off everything you have. You have me lie on my back; you kneel at my feet, and bring my right foot up and hold it for a moment. You smile down at me. “You do have the sexiest wee feet, you know this?” I wiggle my toes answering you. You take my foot, and kiss each toe, you start with the smallest, working up to my biggest toe. It tickles, and I can’t help but giggle, at the same time it feels so erotically hot.
You suck gently on my big toe, gripping it with your teeth. You bite a little too hard, but it sends this sharp exciting feeling deep into my pussy. I grind my hips lightly because of it. You’re the first man I ever met who has a foot fetish. I was unsure about it at first, but now? Oh fuck, yes please! I love it. You take my other foot, and do the same thing, but start with the big toe this time. Mmm, I love it when you do that.
I play with my breasts; you watch me as I grind still. You move to finally part my legs, climbing between them, you kiss my inner thighs. You bite the tender flesh, moving closer to my sex. (Oh, and by the way, I waxed today. I know you’ll be pleased.) Your nose skims along my mound, and you can feel I have. Your head jerks up at me, with the cheekiest smile. You approve!
The tip of your tongue parts my fleshy folds, working towards my clit. You start out slow, teasing me. Your tongue pokes at it gently, sending electric shocks throughout my body. “Oh fuck, God damn!” I cry out each time you do it. You engulf my lips, and clit, sucking hard now, and I feel as though I’m going to shatter like a broken mirror. I’m like a whirlwind spiraling out of control. You thrust a single finger, the middle one deep into my hot core. You bang right up into my sweet spot, and curl your finger, and fuck me hard.
Spell bond, that’s how I feel. I’m under your spell. With each thrust, I’m brought to new levels of submission. I cry out your name, the way you love so much. My legs widen, and you suck harder on my swollen clit. It’s caught between your teeth now, your tongue stroking it gently. I can feel my whole core screaming with excitement! “Oh Fuck!!! Sir, please, may I come??” I arch my hips upwards, allowing your finger to go just a wee bit deeper. You let out a low, long growl, and I have my answer.
Writhing under you, I feel the soul shattering eruption of my orgasm take me. You quickly throw a second finger in, and bring it just as deep. You curl it upwards, and I feel as though I’m hyperventilating. Through gasping moans, I shudder out your name. You can feel my walls tighten further on your fingers, squeezing around you. My hips buck wildly, I try to control them, but I can’t seem to. I whimper out, feeling myself slowly come down, you help me down from the crazed high.
“Are you back with me?” You grin, looking at me as I try to catch my breath.