My Friday Night: Switch

He laughs and starts the movie.

"Which one is this?" I ask.

"Henry and June. The main characters are writers who have an affair. It's based on a true story, based on her journal. They're like us."

After we watch for a little while, he gets his laptop. "Let me show you what I have written." I tell him to pause the movie, and he scrolls through the document, reading me bits and pieces. I have already heard most of the anecdotes, because he reads them to me over the phone.

"I don't know how to end this," he says.

"Just write, and you'll know. Don't think about it too much."

He shuts down the laptop. "I'm so grateful to have someone open-minded and loving enough to support me in writing this."

I don't know how to respond. I never know what to say when he says things like that.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks. "Tell me."

Sometimes it's like my throat closes up. I don't hold back when it comes to sex, but when it comes to that other stuff... I don't know.

I turn back to the movie. "Nothing," I answer.

This film is really well done - very sexy without using tons of gratuitous sex. The actress who plays Anais has these huge beautiful eyes, and that softy, sexy French accent... In one scene, she is in bed with her husband, lying beneath him on her back. He is kissing her, trying to make love to her, and she keeps asking him what he thinks of June, Henry's wife. Her naughty words are so erotic, and she is so obviously aroused by the things she is saying about the other woman. Her husband just tells her to stop.

I roll onto my side, resting the side of my face against his arm as I listen to the movie. When he begins running his hand up and down my back, it makes me shiver. He turns onto his side, putting his arm around me. The metal hook clicks against the ring on his collar as I grip his leash tightly in my right hand. His fingers feel electric as they move over my lingerie and touch my skin.

When he sits up, I let go of the leash and lay face down on the bed. Now, both hands caress my back, my ass, my nylon-covered thighs. He reaches between my legs and rubs my clit. My eyes closed, the side of my face pressing against the blankets, I listen to him moving around the room. I know that he has a vibrator when I hear the snap of him popping the cap on the bottle of Astroglide.

I feel the mattress move when he gets back on the bed, toy buzzing in his hand, and he slides it inside of my pussy. An involuntary "uhnn" escapes my mouth when I feel the silicone protrusion vibrating against my clit. I can feel his body over me. His hands are in my hair, his lips on my neck and my back. I lift my head and I feel his hand on my throat.

Though I am a switch, he and I have rarely talked about my submissive side. I know I have never told Nick how much I like this. Exactly this. Being face down, having my neck kissed and sucked, and feeling a man's hands in my hair and on my throat. I don't mean asphyxiation - just a hand on my neck.

For a moment, I think of the first time that I told Nick to get on all fours, bent over my lap. I slid a finger inside of his ass and made him jerk off because I wanted to feel his asshole clench around my finger as he came. I remember afterwards that he told me how that had always been a fantasy of his, to be kneeling over a woman's lap and made to cum, and he had never told anyone about it.

"Don't stop," I manage to say as I gasp in ecstasy. He is sucking so hard on the back of my neck that I know he will leave marks, but it feels too good to tell him to stop. Every so often I hear him make this soft sound of pleasure, which adds to my arousal. The sounds he makes during sex drive me crazy.

I can feel my body's arousal ramping up, and I know that I am going to cum so fucking hard. I barely have the ability to register my amazement at the fact that he has taken me this way. In past relationships, I usually found myself needing to tell my lover exactly exactly what I needed. Whether it was experience or intuition or who knows what, Nick was pushing every button right.

"Oh God, yes," I breathe, feeling his fingers tangling in my hair as he sucks on the left side of the back of my neck. The vibrator is inside of me and on my clit, waves of pleasure radiating from my groin. The pressure builds with every tug at my scalp, every caress of his lips on my skin. His hand moves around my neck and when I feel his fingers on my throat, I cry out with the force of an overwhelming orgasm. My fingers dig into the mattress as my body writhes beneath his. He continues to lick and suck on my neck, and I just keep cumming, whimpering, moaning, gasping for breath.

As I float back to earth, he sits up and pulls the vibrator out of my pussy. I can't move. I just lay there, panting.

I can hear the joke in his voice when he asks, "Did you cum?" Christ, anyone who heard me would know that I did. I laugh weakly. He moves to the foot of the bed.

I know what he wants, so I turn onto my back, spreading my stocking-clad thighs. He gets between my legs and I moan softly when I feel his tongue flickering over my clit. He slides his fingers inside of me and I grab his hair. One of my hands drops to my hip and he grabs my fingers when they brush against his free hand. My ears are filled with the sound of him sucking on my clit and the sighing sounds coming from my own throat. He is like a man at water's edge after days of dehydration: drinking long and hard, wanting more and more, until he is breathless and forced to stop for air.

When finally he sits up, I tug on his leash. "Get up here." Quickly, he brings his mouth to mine and as we kiss, I reach down toward his cock, which is hard and leaking again. "You want to cum again, don't you?" I ask.

"Yes," he murmurs.

"You deserve another orgasm, you were so good to me tonight." I pat his arm, and he rolls off of me so that I can get up to get my keys. I keep the key to his cock on my key ring, so that I notice it throughout the day and it makes me smile.

I pull down his panties, turn the key in the lock, and remove the chastity device. He is almost fully hard as I pull the metal rings off of his cock, and quickly becomes even longer and stiffer in my hand. Slowly, I lick the underside of his cock, up to the tip, then take him inside of my mouth as far as I can. I move up and down, bobbing faster when he starts moving beneath me. I suck him until my jaw is too sore to continue, then I stroke his cock, wet with my saliva.

I stop. "How do you want to cum?"

"I just want to cum."

"But how do you want to cum? You could cum in my mouth. You could fuck me. I could make you jerk off."

"It's up to you, Goddess."

"Do you want to get in my lap again so I can spank you?"

I can hear the excitement in that one softly spoken word: "Yes."

He pours lube in his hand and I situate myself at the head of the bed. As he lays over my lap, he says, "Tell me how you're going to whore me out."

I smile, leather paddle in hand. "I'm going to have some friends over. Me and my girlfriends are going to use you." He grunts as the leather makes a cracking sound, slapping against his flesh. "We're going to take turns fucking you while you lick pussy. You're going to make us all cum. You're going to be locked up, and you can't cum, unless you cum from us fucking you. How many of us are there? Three? Maybe four? And we all want to use you."

As I continue my story, I start spanking his ass harder. I am encouraged by the myriad small yet forceful movements of his body as he strokes his cock with the fervor of an eager submissive, trying desperately to get off while he has permission, lest his Mistress change her mind. Even though the room is dimly lit, I can see that his cheeks are turning pinker from my paddling.

"You're such a slut for it. All dressed up. Some ridiculous dress over your panties and garter belt and stockings. Heels, too. Getting your ass fucked while your face is buried between some woman's thighs. You fucking love that, don't you? Cum for me, Nick," I urge. I love that little whimpering sound that he makes when he's listening to one of my stories and he's so turned on. I know that he wants to cum so bad, but he needs me to keep talking.

I alternate the paddling with soft caresses. Sometimes, I slide my finger teasingly up his ass crack. "Maybe after, as long as you make us all cum, we'll let you out of your cage. We'll have you kneel in the corner and we'll watch you jerk off. Except, you only get two minutes. If you don't cum within two minutes, I'm going to lock your cock back up and you won't get to cum. So you better cum for me, Nick. Cum for me, or I'm going to lock you back up."

I hear that telltale groan, his body jerks, and I know he is shooting cum all over his hand, onto the blanket, and probably onto my thigh high stockings. He lays in my lap for a few seconds after his orgasm, then he gets up and walks toward the bathroom to wash off the cum that is dripping between his fingers.

"Your ass is all rosy now."

He pauses in front of the wall mirror, looking over his shoulder. "Oh yeah, it is."

When he gets back into bed with me, he asks, "Was it weird for you, to be dominated by a man dressed like this? Or did it not really matter since you were face down and couldn't see me?"

"I wasn't thinking about the way you were dressed when you were doing what you were doing to me. I fucking loved it."

The next morning, I can't find my panties. "Did you steal my panties again? I can't find them." Sometimes, it's my stockings, or my shoes, that he tosses in with his stuff. Even though he is really into lingerie, he is still a man, and in his mind, I guess it all looks the same. Black thigh highs, black shoes, black panties...

He starts going through the laundry basket. "Are these yours?"

"No."

"These?"

"Maybe..." I take a closer look. "No."

There's just something to be said for a relationship where a man and woman can get their undergarments mixed up...

Personally, I fucking love it. And I love sharing these stories with him, and with you. Later that morning, we chat on Fetlife, and I tell him that I am having a hard time keeping up with my "journal."

"We need to stop making these nights so noteworthy," I joke.

His response makes me smile. "Never."

I am going to hold him to that. My sissy, sexy switch of a muse.

Funny, how he came twice and we never even needed the condoms. There's always next time...