SwitchyBitchy

When you are kind to her heart

Because it reminds her of being choked by your hand.

That’s some next level slutty romance that I’m unable to fully express how amazing and hot and meaningful and adorable that is.

Close your eyes. Feel my hands tighten around your throat.

You belong to me, pet.

Just listen.

Listen to my voice.

Close your eyes and just obey.

Don’t think; just listen.

Open your mouth. Part those pretty lips for me.

No, don’t suck my fingers.

Just keep your mouth open.

Wet and dripping.

Just like I told you.

Just listen and obey and drip for me.

That’s my good little girl.

My sweet obedient pet.

You don’t need to think tonight.

You just need to listen.

To obey.

The Dichotomy of Submission 

Submission whispers innocence yet screams sophistication.

Do not let its seeming naivety fool you, its expression is anything but simple. It may project a quality of innocence, but a complexity lies underneath.

Submission is both alluring and decorous in appearance.

The lure of its appeal will draw you in deep. Once inside, its decorous charm is inescapable and keeps you there forever.

Submission may feel fragile but it wields incredible strength.

It may project a tender, sweet, delicacy. However, at its core is strength, expression, and confidence. 

Submission is self-aware and self-respect before it is self-surrender. 

If it knows who it is; if it knows what it stands for, it will willingly give of itself. It will willingly surrender. 

Submission serves and needs simultaneously and unconditionally. 

It needs to serve. However, it also has needs. It needs to be properly cared for and then it will yield. 

Accept his leadership. 

Serve him well. 

Kitten and I haven’t had a lot of alone time this week, and usually this makes her get angsty and bratty, and yesterday was no exception.

We were hanging out with friends having some drinks. Kitten asked what I wanted, and I told her to surprise me. But she responded like a brat, saying, “Just tell me what you want,” among other things. She was disobedient and borderline disrespectful. Just overall unacceptable behavior throughout the day. Normally I have no problem handling her in front of people, but this crowd was really the wrong crowd for that. So I just told her “We’re going to talk about this later.”

When we were leaving I walked her to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for her, put her inside, closed the door behind her, and got into the driver’s seat – the entire time not saying a word to her. The car ride home was silent. She tried to say something (”Are you going to come inside when you drop me home?”) and I just nodded slightly.

I parked in front of her house and walked her to the front door. I have a key but I told her to open it and I stood behind her, waiting for her to get the door opened.

As soon as she unlocked the door and turned the door-handle open, I grabbed a fistfull of her hair from behind and marched her inside towards her bedroom. She was complaining like a brat but it just made me handle her more roughly.

We got to the bed and I pushed her down and held her head down against the sheets.

I asked her, “What do I require from you?”

“I don’t know”

I slapped her on her ass.

“Tell me what I require from you.”

“Obedience.”

“And have you been obedient?”

“I don’t know.”

I slapped her again. She started struggling, trying to push me off of her. I told her, “You’ve obviously forgotten your place.” and I started taking off my belt.

She kept struggling. I calmly held her down and said “Tell me where your place is,” but she didn’t respond, so I slapped her again.

Now she was kicking her feet and trying to get violent, but I smothered her into the bed so she couldn’t move and I wrapped my belt around her neck and locked it in place. As soon as I did, she immediately calmed down and felt her take a deep breath and moaned slightly with her face resting against the bedsheets.

“Your place is at the end of my leash,” I told her.

She nodded and repeated, “My place is at the end of your leash.”

“Good. And what are you going to be for me?”

“Obedient.”

“And what are you going to do before you speak?”

“Think.”

“And tell me, Kitten. Where do you belong?”

“Wherever you put me.”

I grabbed her jaw and turned her head to look at me but her eyes were closed.

“Open your eyes,” I said.

She opened them and I looked into her eyes:

It doesn’t matter if you’re five-foot-six or six-foot-five. It doesn’t matter if you’re skinny or fat. It doesn’t matter if you’ve got $1 or $1 million – there is a circle on the ground around where you stand. This is your land and your kingdom. Own it.

She should know that the moment she steps into your circle, she’s safe. She’s yours. When you touch her she can feel it, so touch her often. Direct her. Guide her. Lead her.

Put your protective hand on her back and let her feel the safety of belonging to you. When going through a doorway or into a building, or crossing the street, she’s constantly under your protection and guidance.

Grab her wrist and lead her where you want her to go. Physically move her body. Clear the path in front of her.

Tenderly put your hand on her cheek and look into her eyes. Tell her that she’s yours.

It doesn’t matter who’s around. Stop, look at her, and place your hand on the side of her neck. Give her a moment of total peace and solitude of knowing that she’s yours, no matter where you are and no matter what’s going on.

When you’re sitting next to each other, put your hand on her thigh. Grab her wrist and squeeze it tenderly. Hold the palm of her hand in yours and let her feel the warmth of your guardianship.

Inspect her body. Move close to her and brush her hair out of her face or loop it behind her ear. Look at her. Check her out. Stroke her cheek softly with your thumb.

Grab her hand and kiss it. Reassure her. Kiss her on her forehead. Kiss her on her cheek. Show her that you’re always watching.

Firmly grab a fist-full of her hair and look into her eyes, then look down at her lips. Rub her lip with your finger and gaze at her.

You don’t have to be in the bedroom to make love to her entire body. Show her that she belongs to you and that being at your side is her rightful place.

As the beast growls The gentleman smiles And the battle has begun A paradox in one So different, yet so connected One cannot be separated from the other Only overshadowed for a moment Cast aside at will For now, the gentleman sits As he allows the beast to prowl The roles will reverse again When the beast is sated When the gentleman is at peace

Kiss her forehead, beat her ass, and choke her as she cums.

We were tangled up on her bed in a puddle of passion. Sweating hard, much like our breathing. I was manipulating her pussy with my tenuous touch. Whimpers and gasp of breathes were lining my ears with the sounds of her succulent, wanton pleasure being had.

I was pulling at her trying to bring her closer than what was physically possible. It was all fun and games until her hand found its way to my cock and my hand found her throat. Each stroke against my cock made the Sadistic fucking animal that lives within me growl, it was clawing inside of me and I’ll be damned if she wasn’t going to feel the brunt of my needy beast.

“I need to fucking hurt you, ” I said in an earnest tone that spoke as if it was critical this took place. Right……. Fucking….. Now!!

“You can hurt me Sir,” she replied quickly, feeling excited at the prospect of both being smacked and the feeling of being needed.

With my hand on her throat and me laying next to her. I flipped her on her stomach and quickly started to spank her, warming her up with light to medium blows against that beautiful, luscious ass of hers, until she was ready for the heavier ones. Those fucking whimpers she cried with each strike against her, as my still exposed cock rubbed against her upper outer thigh , was music to my ears. As much as I was enjoying beating her beautiful bottom, I needed her to see how much I was loving it.

My hand went from her neck to the back of her head to grab a fistful of hair in order to get her full attention. She looked over at me with a blank expression, that spoke of not being absent, but rather being right where she needed to be. I made her keep her eyes open and told her to keep them on mine.

She looked into my soul as I smacked her. I was watching her, watch me and it was an intense connected moment of an unspoken language being heard loud and clear.

“I want you to look at me as I beat you, I want you to see how much I am enjoying this. I want you to understand this isn’t a want, rather I need to fucking hurt you. ”

I don’t know what she found more sexy, my kisses, my smacks against her exposed, soft and incredibly round buttocks or seeing my beastly side being fed.

I do know my favorite part was the fact I was able to tell her I needed to hurt her and she felt safe enough to offer up her body, for me to do just that.