The Spinster's Exploits

So my gorgeous switchy sub seemed to respond well to my direction and had an exquisitely striped and reddened arse when I thought I’d earned a little break. Determined to keep control of him and his very perky cock, I decided it was time for me to be pleasured.

Now I adore my nipples – they give me such pleasure – especially in his hands and mouth – but they are not to be relied upon as they seem the gateway to my submissive streak. Attention to them brings me pleasure and even ecstasy, but I find myself spineless and acquiescent and even willing to forego further pleasure once my traitorous breasts are in his hands both literally and metaphorically – and in his mouth – I am a lost cause.

I would have girded my loins – or pulled on my big-girl-pants – if I wasn’t wearing my rather fetching silky knickers. I think I’d got him to get me out of the skirt and blouse and I was very happy in corset, said knickers, stockings and suspender belt.

He hastily moved aside the cushion where he’d been beaten and loosened the upper part of my corset ribbon to gain access to my breasts that I demanded he pleasured. And he did – beautifully. And it was utterly gorgeous, and I felt totally in control – and it felt like he and his cock were fully at my disposal as I gave the odd stroke to his body and continued to receive his worship of my very demanding breasts.

I could feel my excitement at his beating, submission and now very close attention to my eager nipples and wondered at the state of my very tingly fanny, so decided he should check it out and he did. As his fingers slipped and slid in my wetness I felt deliciously wanton and naughty and decided I too needed a thrashing. I demanded a hard, cold caning from my obedient slave which he immediately set to deliver.

I have no recollection of what we did about my knickers, but I received some – for me – eye-watering strokes of the cane on my unprepared but eager bottom and they were delicious and took me to the edge of my endurance as I decided how many more I would take before returning to the pleasuring I had interrupted which was now so much sweeter with my throbbing bottom.

I was definitely in my knickers at this point as I decided I wanted a hard fucking over the cushion where I had beaten him. I was kind and generous enough to check if he would like to fuck me, and it seemed he would…

So the cushion was put back to present me for my pleasure at his cock.

And it was glorious as he moved aside the damp knickers and fucked me hard and I claimed his orgasm for our joint pleasure.

I think that may be where I ceded control as we collapsed in an overheated mess and we got us out of my corset. I honestly can’t remember if either of us gave me an orgasm or not – but I was in a very happy – and amused – place as we discussed what had happened.

There is no way I could ever be a Dominatrix – and don’t really want to be one. But being a Domestic Domme was fabulous fun and appeared to have done wonders for both of us. We decided I could have that capital D for my efforts! It seemed starting with a cold caning was a master stroke – or more… I’m very amused by how turned on I was being in total control of him and the proceedings – but of course – with his consent as he has mine when he is in charge.

So I guess we have both earned our Switching badge! Our feedback session required no questionairres and was more fun than any training session I’d attended! I guess said training sessions would have felt different if delivered while lounging around in just fishnets and susenders!