I haven’t subbed out in a long time. [Text Post]

Like; I bottom. I get with doms. But I power bottom, I dom from the bottom, I run the show. I rise to meet doms- not bratty, not protesting, but showing back my strength. I don’t often meet someone who’s strong and cunning enough for me to cede control to them.

Today was an old friend, someone I’ve known for a decade and a half. We briefly dated and hooked up way back in the day, at a much shyer and unconfident time in our lives.A decade and a half later, he’s still sweet and boyish. And- I don’t think I’ve given up control to someone like this in a long time. 

I asked him for something I often ask for- look me in the eyes and play with my nipples. It’s a sure fire way for me to get a boner. But he figured out that my eyes are here I’m open, that’s where I’m vulnerable, and he took it. Told me about the beautiful trophy boys he fucks, while he makes lesser men kneel at the foot of the bed and watch. He called into mind being the man in power– connected me with how I treat the guys I take care of with my cock– then made it clear I wouldn’t be joining him. I’d be watching, like a dog waiting for table scraps.

He was calm, and unflinching- never hesitated finding his words, never had second thoughts on what came out of his mouth. He told me how hung he is, how he pins guys face down into the pillow and expects them not to speak while he takes care of his business. He told me not to smile while I was feeling pleasure, mocked me if I wasn’t rock hard or couldn’t speak back, criticized me for taking up too much of his time. 

I let my knees go. I came loudly and in spurts over the floor. I stood back up, shaking– because of someone who stayed fully dressed, who barely touched me, who gave me no comfort except the blessing to be in his presence.

I’m so excited to do it again.