switch...

I must admit, as much as I enjoy submitting to Ephemeral, it can be wonderful to have him under my command. His recent post was an order from me last night, since he has been lacking the time to update of his own will. He writes wonderfully, doesn't he? In any case, here's my account of our dalliance, for your reading pleasure.

After a lazy evening around the house, Ephemeral departed to go have a cigarette on his front porch before bed. Having been toying with the idea of taking charge all day, I took the opportunity to remove most of my clothing, save black bra and cute little black kimono-embroidery thong, and slide into my black thigh-high stockings, which make me feel very sex-goddess. Hair was pulled out of its ponytail so that it fell in soft waves around my shoulders. After a few quick cosmetic touch-ups, I headed back to the bedroom. It was my intent to be lying on the bed as he came back into the room, but just as I was coming around the corner from the bathroom, he opened the door. I paused in the doorway, he paused in the middle of the room, an expression of pleasant surprise on his features as he took in what I was wearing...

He came toward me, caressed my mostly-exposed pale flesh with a wonderfully wicked grin. I don't think he was expecting the string of commands that followed, but he obeyed nonetheless. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes... remove them," I purred, the thrill of watching him do so sending a pleasant warmth between my thighs. We pressed together again, kisses becoming more urgent, enjoying the taste of him. I misremember now what I said, but I do recall that his answer did not end with "M'lady." "How do you address me?" I asked sharply, pulling back to look at him. He did not answer right away, so I posed the question again, grabbing a handful of long dark hair to force him to look at me. "Yes, M'lady," he replied, in a tone that was neither repentant nor respectful. (Which, of course, was just what I wanted.) "Stay there," I commanded, going over to my bag and pulling out a pair of black tights, and my wooden hairbrush. Turning him so that his back was to me, I tied his wrists together with a hurried knot of the silky fabric. I pulled him back around so that we faced each other, a smirk playing upon my lips. "Now then... I believe you did not address me properly... how many times? Twice, at least?" "Far too many, M'lady," he mumbled. "That's right," I replied, caressing his cheek. "Now, I'd say 10 strokes for each, so that makes 20... you are to count them off, with 'M'lady' after each, to better help you remember how to address me in the future. Is that clear?" He gave his assent, and I bent him forward gently. Running the back of my flat brush over one of his perfect ass cheeks, I pulled back and administered the first stroke, the 'pop' of wood hitting flesh resounding wonderfully, puntuated by his soft, "One, M'lady." This continued all the way up to "20, M'lady," after I allowed him to straighten up, and caressed and praised him for taking it so well.

There was more to our lovely evening, of course, but alas I have other things to take care of... suffice it to say it only got better from there. I feel like I'm getting more comfortable with being in charge, which is quite a confidence booster. Perhaps more of this in the future... for now, play nice, kids.

PS ~ We went shopping as well yesterday... as far as lube goes, I -highly- recommend Eros Pjur... it's this german stuff that's absolutely wonderful, very smooth and non-sticky. It's rather pricy, but a little goes a long way, and it's worth it.