Relationships are an odd mix of power and consent. It's a dance that both individuals attempt to master while they learn how to relate to each other and how to communicate. I'd made a decision pretty early on in my relationship with Malcolm to allot him a large portion of the power in our relationship, content to let him do as he pleased, and also content to be obedient and respectful of his decisions. It worked for me then, and he was fair, always. He took my wants and needs into consideration, and was extremely permissive of my having liaisons with other men so long as I always came home to him.
Sometimes though, it was as though he didn't hear me.
After the trials we've been through in the past couple of weeks, some of the negotiations included me taking some of that power back, simply for my own sanity. Are we still D/s? Yes, we are. But I'm less likely to be kneeling in his palm, and more likely to be standing, a bit defiantly, and plotting ways to top him from the bottom.
Malcolm always liked the idea of my being a switch. Although in our role playing he makes the worst sub ever, LOL, I think he'd like to watch me Domme someone else, be it a woman or a man, I'm not sure. He's also become much more forceful in our sex life, physically aggressive in new and exciting ways. However, that being said, he's also assisting me in taking that power back sexually, and letting me top him. I like knowing that we are an equal match sexually, that I can command his body equally as successfully as he can play mine. He's trained me well over the past two years, so well that I can now say that I can squirt consistently with most men, even Jachin. Malcolm's patience and ingenuity as a teacher with my body was unprecedented. He did whatever he had to do to achieve the results. LOL, and I do mean anything. Today I showed him that I have been an adept student, and can master his body.
I had to make him wait this week, having many appointments and interviews. But I'd teased him, letting him know the only thing I could think of doing was kneeling between his legs and forcing his cock down my throat until I choked. He's so very turned on by that imagery that he was beside himself most of yesterday waiting for it. And I did just that today when I saw him. I sat him on the edge of the bed, got on my knees in front of him, and went down, bit by bit, and inch by inch until the entire thing was in my mouth and forcing past my uvula into my throat, where breathing was impossible, and every time I swallowed would contract all the muscles around the head of his cock. He let me play with him that way for a long time today, letting me stroke ribbons of thick spit around his shaft and onto his balls, letting me lick up and down his cock, and suck his balls, lick around and behind them. He let me choke and gag on him as much as my heart desired, often fisting my hair to force me down harder because he just loves how it feels so damn much.
He had me stop eventually, and urged me to jump on him and ride him hard. Malcolm is the only man I've ever been able to ride successfully for any length of time. I'm so wet that most guys just continually slip out. Not Malcolm, his cock is lodged up in me deep, and he's a master of moving when I do so that it's about the ride, and not about putting it back in the hole every 2 seconds. I feel so free when I ride him, and it's all about what I want. I can sit him hard, and grind him way up inside of me. I can lean forward and tease his head, or ride him hard and fast. I can raise up one knee and make circles on him which absolutely drives him mad. And then I can lean back and make his cock rub my g-spot.
He begged me not to make him cum, and I obliged him, but I also knew that if he was already begging, it was getting really close. So I got off and told him to eat me, and he went down, sucking my very wet clit into his mouth. His breath is so hot on me when he goes down, and he goes down for such a long time. He'd eat me for hours if we had the time. He's done it before, alternating between a few strokes of his cock inside of me, and then back down to fuck me with his tongue and suck and bite and lick my clit until I scream. He loves making me wild, seeing how desperate I can get. Today he wouldn't give me what I wanted to get off. He knows I like his fingers up inside me deep while he sucks me, and he teased and teased, circling the entrance but never going in. He fingered my ass instead, knowing that makes me incredibly crazy. Something about the combination of being eaten and having him tease my ass with his fingers will make me ride his face, and fuck his hand, and beg, and cry, and plead with him to do whatever he wants to just make me cum. And he'll make me ride that line for awhile, until his own cock feels full to bursting, and then he'll slam his cock home inside of me until the dam breaks and I squirt, nonstop, until we both cum. Today the squirting undid him. He came almost right away, feeling my pussy clamp down on him and he tried desperately to pull out, to make it stop, but he couldn't, and he came and came, my muscles alternately rippling over him and relaxing as my own aftershocks pulled the cum out of him and deep inside of me.
It made me happy to know he'd lost control.
He apologized over and over for cumming too quickly, but I stopped him immediately, and let him know that he is not the one with all of the sexual power in this relationship. Some days, he'll play me. Others....I'll damn well play him. We're equal that way, and it's good. Damn good. And yes, by his standards it was a quickie. But for real, it was more than an hour....baby, you did good.
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