Solitary Switch

I have neither master
Nor slave
To indulge
My needs so I
Play with
Myself enjoying
Solo scenes
Mastering
My own
Kink falling
Slave to my own
Hand I hear my
Master’s voice
Clearly in my mind
“Kneel” and I slowly
Sink
to my knees
“Arch” and I
Lace my fingers
Behind my head
Pull my shoulders back
Elbows out
Breasts out
Stomach tight
Posture strong
“Spread” and I
Widen my knees
My heart races my
Breath shallows my
Skin tingles my
Pussy clenches
“Neck” and I bend
To my Master’s word and
Will and slide one hand
To the nape of my neck
Fingers in my hair
Grasping pulling stretching
further than is
comfortable imagining
Teeth on my skin, grazing over
veins, breath in my ear
commanding and
my own breath
Whispers
to my invisible master
Yes
Sir
Yes Sir
Yessss Sirrrrrr...

Shaking with
Anticipation
Adrenaline pumping
I stop myself
I steady myself
I switch
Rising, I am
All mistress now
Regal, strong, and perhaps
just a touch
sadistic I envision
my gorgeous slave
on his knees before me, pretty
neck bent, strong legs
spread, all vulnerable beauty,
mine to command.
I smirk and
give voice to my
power...

Do you trust me, pet?
“Yes Mistress”
I hear his voice
in my head
Are you afraid of me, pet?
“Yes Mistress sometimes mistress.”
Do you want me to hurt you, pet?
I imagine his reaction
In my mind
I watch the rise and fall of
his breath I watch his eyes
widen then blink I watch
his tongue sneak out to soothe
his suddenly parched lips.
And I listen
for the proper response
that shows he is learning
that gives me such a rush
“Only if it pleases you mistress.”
Oh, pet.
It will please me
Immensely...

The whip appears in my hand
Either by magic or fantasy
I flick my wrist
Once
The crack in the air
Making him flinch.
Count, pet.
And before he can form the words
Yes Mistress
I have already crossed his back twice.
“OneMistressthankyouMistress!
TwoMistressthankyouMistress!”
The words tumble from him
Breathy and panicked
I strike him again and again,
Marking him beautifully,
Watching carefully
For the moment his
Safeword trembles
Behind his gritted teeth
Threatening to slip
Off his talented tongue and
Spill through his parted lips...

Right before he breaks
I stop.
Pull his head back to
View his pretty tears
Relax pet.
You did well.
I release him and
Sit back on the bed
Beckon him
And imagine him crawling
into my arms, resting his head
In my lap weeping and shuddering
As I stroke him
My blood red nails scratching
Across his welted shoulders
My fingers tangled in
His hair, gripping and
Guiding him down
His tears not the only thing
Making me wet...

Good boy,
I murmur, my hips pulsing
Under my own slick fingers,
Nipple hard under my
Stroking and circling thumb.
I work myself
Perfectly, drawing out the
Moment hovering on the
Edge until suddenly
Stiffening, shuddering,
I arch above the bed
Gasping
Groaning
Cursing
Fingers stilling then
Pressing then releasing
Making it last,
Breath skipping, body
Slowly settling
Smiling at the
Aftershocks I
Exhale the fantasy and
Stroke my skin
Gently, slowly
Returning to myself.
I have neither Master
nor slave
Yet
Until I do
I thoroughly enjoy
Mastering and
Enslaving
Myself