Exploring my inner Dom
Now any of you who read my blog know that I’m generally not the dominant partner in my relationships. I crave to be controlled- but lately I find myself challenged, to open my mind and exert some of my goddess given powers. A few hot chats with xx, and reading some of my other favorite bloggers seem to make me wonder what it would be like, to be in control. To have someone obey me. I admit, the thought runs hot through my blood.
When the lovely Rachel Kramer Bussel asked me to be a part of her Virtual Book Tour, I thought I’d venture into a good hot read and try out She’s On Top.
I thumbed through the book, looking for something to grab my attention and get me started, and I stumbled on to Shades of Red, by Lisabet Sara.
“The stroke falls true. I feel the vibration of the impact in my hand. The sound of leather connecting with his flesh sends a shock to my sex. It’s followed a fraction of a second later by my victim’s moan.
Parallel pink stripes bloom on his tender skin. They seem unbalanced. Tentatively, I swipe the whip across his left cheek. I’m rewarded by a whelp of agony and a new set of rosy marks. A perfect match.
I’m suddenly mainlining power. Everything snaps into focus with that second whip stroke. I see, with total clarity, the target of for my next stroke, and the one after that. The whip feels like an extension of my body. No, that’s not right, it’s an extension of my mind.”
I saw myself, in a red leather corset and thong, thigh high boots. My hair pulled tightly away from my face, slutty red lipstick. Who would be my slut? Most of my partners would not allow such behavior from a slut like me. But perhaps there’s one I’d like to see bend over a chair, and beating him until I made hash marks across his ass and back. Partially for my own enjoyment, but partially because I want to hear him, moaning- enjoying it.
I want to hear that sound he makes when he’s turned on, that inward hiss through his teeth.
I want to see his cock throb, with each strike.
The sweat on his brow.
I want him to beg me for more….
Hey…I just found your blog. I usually like to be dominant with a woman but sometimes I definitely like to be on the receiving end. Being bent over and having a woman using a strap-on on me turns me on like nothing else.
Nice. I like it. I think it would be a wonderful exploration for you. Why stop at one side when you can taste the other…?
Somehow I’ve always envisioned you as a woman who could be the dom in the right situation.
Want to take one of my strap-ons for a test drive?
well now….Should I take a number or is there a lottery for this experience?
Part of me is terrified of the pain ( possibly more the scars/evidence ) but there is definately an EXCITEMENT to the entire idea.
Having to sit in my desk chair for the next work day would be an interesting experience as well.
Listen, atl guy, my Hardin was the same way for years, until I finally did it to him. Now he enjoys it and even asks for it on occasion.
So would you like to have your own introduction to the world of role reversal? There’s no going back!
If only all women were like BBG and Cherrie….so in other words Cherrie how often do you travel to ATL?