Masturbation Monday: Flipping the Switch – Part One

Masturbation Monday: Flipping the Switch – Part One

I decided to have a night out clubbing with my girls since he was going out with the guys. I didn’t know when I’d be home, but I knew he’d pay when I got there, in a very delicious way. A way that he normally makes me pay when I’ve misbehaved. My inner submissive was turning into a dominant. I was going to show my man what happened when he forgot my needs.

In order to have courage and most of my faculties, I only drank two alcoholic beverages and then tossed out the designated driver line at the other places we went. It gave me free water or soda to drink and I was also able to fend off the sweaty hands of strangers as they tried to paw me on the dance floor.

When I got home, Grant was sound asleep. My lips puckered and I pulled out the fuzzy handcuffs that were reserved for me. Using the little bit of light from the hall nightlight, I captured one wrist and cuffed it to the other above his head through the slats of the headboard. I grabbed two more and cuffed his ankles, one to each corner. I pulled the rest of the covers off of him and turned on the lamp.

My honey was naked. How sweet of him to make things easier for me.

He was blinking from the invasion of light. We always slept with it as dark as possible. It had been something for me to get used to when we first moved in together. It was difficult to go to the bathroom when you’re writhing on the floor after bumping something precious into the bed frame, after all.

“Babe? What’s going on?” I waited. I wanted him to realize what happened. And then I couldn’t stop the evil smirk that appeared as he went to rub his eyes, but found himself trapped instead.

“Babe?” He only called me babe when we weren’t in play mode. When we were in play mode I was kitten or slut, depending on which role he had me playing. Tonight, I would be called something else entirely. Mistress.

“You can call me Mistress.” I went to rummage through the toy trunk – yes it’s an actual trunk – to find something to torment my partner with that would get his attention. I didn’t want to hurt him. I wanted to tease him until his balls were blue like my metaphorical ones after not being utilized for a month.

I started with a riding crop. As I drew it down his body, I paused to tease his nipples. I dragged it along his thighs but didn’t touch his cock or balls. His cock, just lying there, barely half mast, started to perk up.

“Babe… what the hell is this about?” My temper flared about his ignorance and I paused in my ministrations. I wanted to smack him with the crop, but it was best if we discussed the rules before I started officially doling out punishment.

“You may call me Mistress. Your safe words are Yellow and Red.” I wouldn’t tell him that I’d thought about leaving or cheating or begging and pleading for attention. I would find a way to work this out.

If you’ve enjoyed this post, please read Part Two of Flipping the Switch!

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