Submissive Switch

My life has taken an interesting turn. I am in a relationship with a very submissive man. I have many choices to make regarding this situation. First of all I am a submissive switch. I have been told that it is confusing but I am not confused at all.

I enjoy giving others what they need, that is part of my submissive nature. So switching has become part of the life I lead. I know its not for everyone but it does work for me. The one gentleman I am seeing is extremely submissive. Now please don't think this means weak or wimpy. Those in the lifestyle know it means no such thing. He is a strong and intelligent man. But he is a submissive. We are going to discuss whether or not we can meet each other's needs and if a relationship is possible.

You might wonder why I am even considering this. I don't like discounting anyone in my life for reasons that might be worked out. If I had done this I would not have many of the friends that I now love. He has been loyal and caring for over a year now, waiting for "his lady" to be ready to give this a try. I believe that even if we don't work it out we will be great friends and that is worth a great deal.

Switching has come to mean more to me than spanking, it embraces power exchange, he understands that as well. It is what he needs in his life, and I need it in mine. The area of D/s is one that hold many definitions. Being a submissive does not equate with slavery in my mind but it does in many others. Is anyone right or wrong? I don't think so, it is a matter or respecting each person's right to define their journey.

I love being spanked, I love having a man that watches out for me in a caring and protective way. But I also have to have my wings to fly. Micro management is not for me. But I am obedient to those that love me and I always will be. Such is the nature of my committment.

So weigh in with your opinion. Do you think switching is just a way of not committing to one specific role? Or is it a way that some of us are wired, to enjoy this amazing lifestyle in all its complexity. I don't think there is one right answer but I would love to hear all kinds of opinions

So Bad I'm Good

Oh he does love when I am bad. Although he insists on the word naughty. I personally don't care what he calls it as long as it gets the desired results. No, I am not talking about punishment. I am lucky enough to be in love with a man that loves to tease and be teased. And my teasing him gets me exactly what I want.

Oh the dire warnings about how I had better stop right now. Comments about what a very naughty young lady I am. Better stop now or you will be sorry.

Sorry, hmm. I don't think so. Now I am sure I won't be sorry. Don't get me wrong I look all wide eyed innocence as I protest that it was just a little harmless teasing. Its all part of the dance you know. And for this one he takes the lead.

I quiver with anticipation waiting to see where I will be, over what, spanked with what. My body also knows there will be a great deal of rubbing, caressing, touching in other more sensual ways with implements. I will be tormented until I can barely hold still. Horrible and delicious torment that I can hardly stand and never want to stop.

What is truly amazing is that a spanking of the intensity that would leave me in tears if given as punishment, has me gasping and moaning in delight when given as part of sensual play.

Of course I truly can't give out too many details at that point, since I am often lost to the moment at that point. My mind is not in punishment mindset, oh no, it is totally set to exquisite pleasure.

Yes, he is in control but I wouldn't want it any other way. And not only that, but a lovely tingle the next morning every time I sit down to remind me of what a wonderful night I had.

Hell yeah, I'm bad....and boy does it pay off!

Caryn and Alexander-Part 2-M/f spanking fiction

The lovely glow of Caryn's red cheeks absolutely captivated Alexander. Caryn was moaning and squirming as Alex's hands caressed and rubbed her entire bottom, between her legs, and down each thigh. He leaned over and gently kissed all the warm red areas he had just created.

Caryn's gasps filled him with delight but he wasn't quite ready to fill her the way she desperately wanted him to. Softly he whispered into her ear, "Come with me love, stand up and come with me." His whisper sent chills down her spine.

She looked up at him, the passion in her eyes visible even in the depth of the park's darkness. "Oh God Alex, please, I need you so."

A sharp smack to her bottom and a stern whisper, "Caryn, I won't ask again, stand up." Knowing she would be on shaky legs, he helped he to her feet. She leaned against him and felt him pulling her skirt down to her ankles. "Step out Caryn, I will hold you sweetheart." He once again saw momentary panic and knew her mind was trying to deal with wanting to please him and realizing the possibility of discovery. She hid her face in his shoulder and stepped out of the skirt, leaving her in just her long purple blouse, black lace stockings and black heels. Alexander put two fingers under her chin and tipped her face up, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me, any idea at all?" Her gorgeous smile was all the thanks he needed. He picked up the blanket off the ground and walked Caryn to a nearby group of trees. He covered the front of her with the blanket so nothing would be scratched by the bark and told her to stand against the tree, spread her legs, and put her arms around it.

This was the man she trusted with her life, it did not occur to her to refuse even for a moment or worry that somehow he would harm her. She leaned into the tree and put her arms around the trunk, feeling only the roughness on her forearms and hands. The rest of her body was leaning against the blanket. Caryn could feel the coolness of the night air on her very warm bottom and knew Alex was standing and admiring the way she looked, so very vulnerable to whatever he chose to do. His hands rubbed from the top of her neck, down her spine and caressed every inch of her backside. Gently he let his fingers wander into the middle of her two cheeks. Caryn gasped and could feel her nails dig into the tree.

Suddenly Alex let go of her and she heard him step back. The next sound was one she recognized well. Her legs quivered and she could feel excitement course through her. He was pulling his belt out of the loops in his slacks. She pressed her face against the blanket and waited for the rhythmic sound and feel of leather caressing her skin with a stinging massage. He did not make her wait long.

Alex stood to the side of Caryn so she could see him and know he was right there with her, loving every moment as she was. She felt him rub the belt against her skin and closed her eyes as he pulled it away.

The first snap on her skin drew a gasp from her. But before long the play of rhythm and sound had her breathing deeply and Alex saw her body submit to the messages her mind was sending her. He was careful to never let it get beyond pleasure. The spanks with the strap could not be in one spot over and over but had to move up and down with a rhythm she could get lost in. As he watched he waited for the moment to stop. Caryn's long hair started to fall farther down her back as her neck relaxed and he knew she was lost to the moment. The belt was dropped as he caught Caryn in his arms and she let go of the tree, falling against him.

In his arms Caryn rubbed against him sensously letting him feel every part of her body's excitement. He held her with one hand, grabbed the blanket with the other and tossed the blanket to the ground. Both of his hands massaged the skin he had just strapped and lightly carressed every mark he had left. "Alex please," was all he needed to hear. Now it was her turn.

He helped her down to the blanket on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, and she heard his slacks being unzipped. She turned her head so she could see him in the darkness behind her and watch as he approached and rubbed against her. She could feel his hardness against her and knew he would not make her wait. Once again he leaned down and kissed the hot, red beautiful skin his strap had stung. It was an exquisite feeling, so intense and then, without further warning he entered her and began to move. He held her waist so every thrust brought his thighs in contact with her well spanked bottom. As he continued his hands moved up her sides to her breasts as he gently pinched her already hardened nipples.

Caryn was soon gasping and knew she could not hold out any longer. Alex could feel her muscles quaking and leaned over her. "Let go sweetheart, let go....god you are so wonderful", and as he spoke all of it came together....the spanking, the love making, just the nearness of Alex and her body exploded with the force of all she felt and loved.

Her body went limp on the ground and it seemed she heard Alex's voice from a long distance say her name very gently. Slowly she came back from the gorgeous place she had been. She felt a warm, loving hand rubbing her back. She slowly turned over and looked into the face she loved more than anyone else in the world. He was the one she depended on to be there and he always was. Alex knew her as well as she knew him. She reached up her hand to push a lock of hair off his forehead. Her voice was husky with the passion she felt, the wonderful sting of her backside still keeping her in touch with those feelings. "Oh thank you Alex, this was amazing, how did you know..."

He smiled and kissed her lips. "How did I know about your outdoor fantasy? Hmm let's see, you have read that one that was posted on the internet god knows how many times. Every time I walk by you are reading it." Well that might explain it but there was still a twinkle in his eye.

She looked at him questioningly waiting for the rest. He smiled lovingly, "And really love we are going to have to do something about all this talking in your sleep." Caryn's face turned as red as her glowing backside. "So my dear did you enjoy tonight's concert?"

Loving arms reached around his neck, "Oh yes I did Alex, every single stroke made my body sing." She knew she would remember this concert in the park for the rest of her life. Some music is meant to never be forgotten.