T. is a switch, but when he’s subby, he’s VERY subby. And we had talked about doing a me-sub/him-dom scene last night, but he was feeling VERY subby, and so he let me — actually, *asked* me to — unleash my inner domme on his ass. Fun, hell yeah, but also nerve-wracking, because while I’m very definitely switchy, all my domme-ness so far has been limited to practicing on T., without other party guests looking on, and I didn’t want to fuck up my first “public” time in charge, you know? But it seemed to go well, judging by his response.
But I *really* wanted to be the sub last night, and not have to be the one to come up with a plan and a backswing. And we really did intend to switch after I was done topping, but when we were finished with *me* beating *him* (I used one of my shoes at one point — it made a great slapping effect), he got completely involved in trying to make a rope corset on me. He got so obsessed with wanting it to look a certain way that he kept untying and re-tying it, and made very little progress, and I got sleepy, and we gave up after 30-40 minutes and ate pizza and went to bed. I told him this morning that he owes me a beating.
The Switch Is Not A Myth 