Fantasy

I was thinking today, when I should have been working, about switch specific fantasies. I used to belong to Natalie Demore’s Bondage Orgasms, which I think is an awesome site. One of the themes she repeats is a scenario where one girl is domming another girl, only to have the situation reversed and she ends up being the one dommed. Essentially, a switch revenge fantasy.
Of course this reminded of a girl I used to date. Okay, not date per se, but play with. She was very pretty and had amazing breasts – just the perfect size, shape and perkiness. Typically, I would bind her hands behind her back and take her over my knee. I’ve spanked a fair number of ladies in my life, but never as hard I would spank her. She loved it. The harder I hit, and the longer I spanked her for the better. Then I would re-bind her to the bed, spread eagle. I usually put clothes pins (pegs) on her nipples. I would tease her a little and edge her, but only a couple of times as I wasn’t as into T&D then as I am now. Then I would make her cum, untie her and have her give me oral sex until I came.

hello everyone. i guess it's proper form to say that i've been around this site for a bit, but am just getting around to saying hi. so, hi everyone!

i figured i would start out my blog with a little narrative about myself. i am a switch. personally, i think switches make the best doms/subs, since we understand the psychology of both. i find that i go through cycles of dominance and submissiveness. right now, i'm cycling dominant. extremely dominant.

i've never had a full on bdsm relationship. i've had girls that wanted to be lightly dominated, spanked a bit, and some that have wanted to be occaisionally dominant. i find bdsm, and lately tease and denial, to be the subject of my masterbation though. always.

I have a fantasy, that's a bit shameful to me. It also has very little to do with teasing or denial, so it's not really on topic for this group. I'm reasonably active online but not crazily so, and this just seems like the right place to post it. I guess I post most of my fantasy stuff here. Can I help it if most of my fantasies are of T&D?

My master has no desire to switch D/s roles, and neither do I, but sometimes he likes me to tease him a bit, which is sort of sensation play but also, there's an element of loss of control that makes it fun. Being pushed a little past where you just want to say, OK, I think I'll have my orgasm now. So there's a slight bit of power stuff there, although I think of it more as a service. But then, my master also likes to feel the sensation of our implements sometimes, and he'll have me demo them on him. I pretty much suck at it. So this started off as a fantasy of finding a local bottom or experienced switch and practicing on him. Learning how to throw the flogger, or use the cane. Whatever. But then, I started to imagine having, not a bottom but really a sub. And I started thinking all these switchy thoughts. About Domming some guy. This bothers me for two reasons. First, the kind of Domme I imagine being is not the kind I'd personally like to have. My fantasies aren't really relational. I have my relationship. They're mostly just mean. Or let's say stern. The second reason is, I think my master really is not very attracted to switches. I don't think I am very Dommey at all, but whereas I feel OK to share almost all of my fantasies with him, saying I want to verbally abuse and humiliate some random guy seems a bit edgy.

She was at the edge, at the edge, waiting, waiting, waiting... It had been a long time, and he wasn't into endless denial. He might, might, might give her permission...

He pulled her hand away, clipping it to her collar, and began stroking her clit, her engorged, right-on-the-edge clit, with one finger. She struggled and tried to force her cunt up against his hand. He kept stroking her. She was beyond hot, she couldn't stand it, she was begging... I'll stop any time you like, he told her. Just say the word. She was suspicious. This was too good to be true. He must have read her mind. It's true, he said. Just tell me and we'll move on to something else. She wanted to ask what that something else would be, but words had abandoned her long since. The finger continued its maddening tease. I'll keep on until you tell me to stop, and I'll stop as soon as you tell me to. Then I'll birch you.

Her breasts were tightly bound at the base, constricted, engorged, the nipples erect and straining. Over it she wore a sheer, tight cotton tank. Her matching panties were simple, demure, white cotton with no trim. Incongruously, though, she wore a second pair of panties over that one, tight spandex. Next to her was a large pile, mostly clothing that looked like it had come from a rummage sale, but if you looked closely you would also have seen clothespins, a tub of Tiger Balm, a wire coat hanger, a kitchen time - even a hairbrush. She wore a gag.

"No blindfold, though," he told her. "You need to be able to see this."

Let's play a game, he said. He loved games. I will tease you for ten minutes. You can tell me to stop at any time and I will. If you tell me to stop within, oh, 30 seconds of the ten minutes, on either side, you can come. In fact, the closer you are to the exact ten minutes, the better your reward will be. But. (She knew what was coming now.) But, if you stop me too soon, or too late, there will be a penalty. Let's say, if you stop me too soon you will be teased and denied for one day for every minute you were off. If you go over, though... Hmm. If you go over, you greedy cunt, it means that you really love the teasing. You can't get enough of it. I think, in that case, we'll say one day of no touch for every minute over, and a really big punishment at the end. How does that sound? (She knew better than to say anything but, yes, Master. One time she'd argued that the terms were not fair, so he kept revising them - downward. She'd wound up with one chance in 256 of coming.)

She'd been on no-touch for days, not that she hadn't been aroused. On the contrary, every thought, every image seemed to send her to the edge, her clit hard and swollen, throbbing, her hips thrusting. He knew it, and would smile as his hands grazed her breasts, the flesh of her belly, inside her thighs... maddening. She would wake in the morning with the sheets beneath her soaked with the evidence of her arousal.

Finally she was being touched. Finally. But there was a catch. She had to remain completely still. On her back, her legs open, her belly clenched, willing herself not to thrust, not to tense her thighs, above all not to squeeze her cunt. He had three fingers in her, not moving, just filling her, tormenting her, making her long for those hard thrusts inside her, his palm slamming onto her pussy, his fingers stroking her cervix. But they were just - there. Just sitting there, waiting for that one squeeze, for that one moment of disobedience. He stroked her lightly with the brush, first her breasts and belly, before he'd even inserted his hand in her, and then her thighs, and finally, now, her lips. Delicately tracing on the outside, over the top, the small swelling above her clit, down to her ass cheeks and that very sensitive skin below her cunt, and then back. Over and over. Her breathing deepened. She tensed her belly, the small muscles on her back, but she didn't arch herself, not even a little, to bring her throbbing clit in contact with the brush.

this is my first go at writing an erotic (let alone a T&D story) and i would love your feedback

My story


I knew you were watching, I felt your eyes wander across my skin as the hairs in the back if my neck stood on end. My cheeks redden as I felt your glance lower across my naked body as I stood before you, my head down, my wrist crossed behind my back as you had instructed.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt your finger, soft and warm, tracing down across my breast and down my side, over my hips and drifting once again of my body. You touch was electric sending shivers across my skin making my knees go weak.

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Here are the ones specifically related to chastity:

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Tell me what you think

For those who enjoy a little geekery with their T/D. This is F/m, and there actually is some relief from the torment, but it's quite a hot story, I thought.

It definitely appeals to my inner geek to try to create a machine that, through biofeedback alone, could do something like this. But, of course, for the purpose of torturing women, though it sure might be fun to be strapped into such a contraption myself as well.