Flip the Switch

[M4F] [M4TF] Flip the Switch

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SILENCE

What am I staring at? Who do you *think* I’m staring at? Who else in the room, sweetheart?

Why? Why am I staring at you? It’s just . . . you’re an *interesting* character. I see the way you interact with other people. You don’t take their shit, and you manage to make them cower with your RBF and your death glare.

(chuckle) You know I’m serious. I don’t mean it in a bad way – you and I both know you have a resting bitch face. *I* have a resting bitch face.

But when you’re with *me* . . . you don’t have that same dominance, that same . . . control that you do with others.

(pause, listening)

No. It’s not just because we’re ‘friends’. Even amongst your other friends, you’re the . . . ‘Alpha Female’.

[lowly] Not with me though. You know it, and you make it *very* obvious.

I’ve got the feeling you know exactly what I mean, sweetheart. I’ve always known you were a little switchy, but you display in a *very strange way*.

You’ve told me before how you only feel submissive to *some* people. I’ve never seen it in action, though, and I find myself very, *very* intrigued to see it.

Oh, don’t lie to me. There is always something to experiment with you.

[amused] What do I want you to say?

(pause)

[quietly, close] You know what I want you to say. I see the lust and the want in your eyes and how shallow your breath is coming from between your parted lips with the promise of what I can offer you . . .

[suddenly pulling away, at normal volume again] (clap, just once) But don’t let me pressure you into anything.

[delighted] You look a little flushed, dear. Are you alright? [lowly, again] Are you nervous? Are you embarrassed? Or is it both?

I hope it is.

(pause, again)

(laughing) Cruel? I am not *cruel*! That’s a strong word.

A sadistic fuck? Yes – probably.

Now. [lighthearted] As I was saying, that decision is solely up to you.

What if you say no? Well, what am I supposed to do then?

Yes, I suppose you and I both know what I *could* do, huh . . . Just because I can do something doesn’t mean that I would or would want to – And there is nothing I want more than for you to say you want me to *fuck you three places backwards* and mean it to the *very fibre of your core*.

I can’t say that I wouldn’t be a little sad if you did say no. And I can’t say that I would believe you at all either. But it’s not about me – it’s about you – and if you feel too uncomfortable to do anything, you are capable to deny me. And I will respect that.

But . . .

(mumbling, closer) If you think you’re up for my little experiment . . .

Yes. My little experiment. I don’t wanna give too many details away, but it does entail your *switchy* behavior. [softly] All you have to do, if you would like to participate, is say it. Say the magic words when I ask you (brief halt), “Would you let me top you?”

(long stop)

[rough, low, on edge] ‘Yes. Sir.’ Fuuuuuuck, sweetheart. I’ve thought about this for some time. I never thought I would be nearly this pleased to hear you say those damn words.

(slow kissing)

Strip for me.

No. Hesitation is good when in proportion – then again too much of anything can be harmful. It shows that you’re not mindless whore. But I want you to be here with me completely, in mind, body, and soul.

Sweet mother of pearl. Look at those fucking breasts. And those hips, my god. Why don’t you stand up and turn around for me?

As I suspected . . . What do I mean? You’ve been hiding this little masterpiece behind baggy hoodies and sweatpants – a little cliché I’ll admit, but I like the look.

You’re not a virgin are you, sweetheart? I expect a little experience from the way you talk. Or were you just talking a big game? You *do* give off those innocent, untouched vibes.

I’m serious. But maybe you just haven’t fucked anyone in a long time.

(pause)

Thought so.

What am I doing? Getting on my knees, of course.

Ah, that look of confusion. It’s cute on you. It looks good.

You thought I was going to put you on your knees, but I didn’t. Instead I’m on mine.

Well, it appears I’m about to teach you your first lesson in submission. Spread your legs.

Wider.

*Wider*.

Jesus, look at that wet fucking pussy. I knew you’d enjoy this but I suppose I didn’t gauge how much you would.

Put your leg on my shoulder. Good girl.

Now, I am going to do things to you that you wouldn’t ever tell your secret diary. I’m going to ask you one last time, though not indefinitely, if you’re absolutely okay with me doing this. As I said before, I don’t want you to agree to this because you feel obligated to do it.

(pause)

[gentle] Okay.

If ever things get too intense and you want me to slow down or back off, say yellow. [cheeky] Or mercy. I quite prefer it. It sounds . . . elegant. Enchanting.

But if it’s starting to become too much and I start pushing too far past your limits, and you say red, I will stop everything when you say it. And we do not have to continue at a later date if you don’t want to.

But I know how it is constantly stopping to check on you, and I don’t want to ruin this for you if you’re getting off on me . . . doing my thing.

Understood?

. . .

Good.

(commence cunnilingus, mostly improv)

(ad lib groans, slurping, licking, etc.)

Oh, sweetheart! Look at you, quakiing in your metaphorical boots. I think it’s cute on you.

I think *you’re* cute . . .

(standing) But let me not get too sweet on you just yet. I’m going to sit down, on the couch, while you straddle me and take my cock out of my pants.

(pause)

Yeeees, I mean that. What? Did you think I was joking? (serious) Thought I would back off? ‘Cause if you did, sweetheart, it’s clear you don’t know the first thing about me. I always keep my word and I *never* break off.

Now. Get your right little ass over her right now. No, not on your knees.

(with much emphasis) *On my lap*. Are you on birth control.

(halt)

(whispered) Good girl.

Undo my belt, my pants . . .

BELT UNBUCKLING

(long pause)

[almost tender] Right. Do you see how hard I am? Do you *feel* that? It’s because you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger. [closer] I told you: you’re going to learn your first lesson today.

And what is that? Oh, you’re going to find out soon enough.

Fuck, your hands are so warm. Damn, why *are* your hands so soft? (chuckle) [amused but edged] Hold on, hold on. If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum.

No, sweetheart. I recover quickly and I can get hard again within a few minutes, but I like the restraint. It’s a torture I willingly subject myself to. I’m a patient man after all, and the release is the sweeter for it.

(flipping her over on her back, on the couch) And I plan to show you that in any way I can. Like when I . . . slowly glide my cock between your pussy lips. What if I just . . . fucked you like this? I don’t think you’d be content – no, that’s be the whole point. Watching your tortured expression, your mouth partly open, gasping so softly I almost can’t hear you, eyes sealed shut and your eyebrows furrowed because you want me to slide in.

Oh, no, no, no. Just the tip. I dip just the tip in . . .

(brief pause)

– and then I’m back to fucking your soft, wet lips. (growling) Good God, that sound. That mewling – I want you to make that sound again.

(repeating the movement)

*Fuuuuuuuuck*, yes. (chuckling) [closer] You are a hot little thing and you really just have no clue.

(pause) (kissing, very slow at first, then increasingly faster) (without breaking the kiss, you suddenly thrust into her; once again, starts slow before gradually growing quicker)

(ad lib: moaning, groaning, gasping, wet sounds, growling, etc.)

(breaking the kiss) (long pause, still fucking)

(through gritted teeth) You are so fucking cute, it is unbelievable. Don’t hide your face, sweetheart. Look at me. Look at me while I pin your arms above your head, between your thighs while I pound this tight, hot, wet pussy into the mattress. [mean, rough] *Look at me*.

(again, long pause, still fucking, heavy breathing) Yes . . . Fuck, yes. Don’t look away. *Do not* look away of I will flip you over and whoop your ass – Look at me.

[breathy, barely over a whisper] You’re so close. *So* close now, your pussy is gripping my cock like you *never* want me to leave. You just keep sucking me back in. I’m afraid that if I even brush your flushed, throbbing little clog, you’ll explode.

I’m not just going to let you cum, sweetheart. You’re going to have to work for that.

Work? Work how?

Beg me.

Beg me to cum, [serious] or so help me, I will pull out, tie you up, and leave you stranded in my bedroom – unable to move – for the rest of the night while I lay here on my couch and jerk off to the thought of fucking you. You think I’m joking, but I am absolutely fucking serious – I am not afraid to do it and I will do it right now if you don’t start begging me.

What’d I tell you? Do not look away from me. Good girl, that’s better. Much better.

I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite catch it. Speak up, I can’t hear here. Make me believe that you want it – that you want this – or I will keep my promise about fucking tying you up.

*Good girl*.

This, [restrained] now this is where the experiment comes in. Because now . . . [softer] now I’m going to beg you to cum. Beg for you to cum all over my cock. This where I say, (drastic change: soft, almost desperate) “Please, sweetheart. Please cum for me.”

(laughing) Your pussy just clamped on me like a vice when I said that. What? Don’t say that? Why not?

You don’t me to say it? Say what? You don’t want me to say, (again, almost desperate) “Please cum on my cock. I need it – I need you.”

Those fucking shivers . . . *Fuuuuck* me.

Cum. [intense] Cum, sweetheart, cum all over my cock like a good fucking girl. I have you pinned down by your throat right now and I won’t you breath until you make me cum. *Make* me cum for you because right now the only thing I can think of is painting your walls and filling this pussy – *my* pussy – with my fucking cum.

ORGASM

(long pause as you catch your breath, leaning down to kiss her, or make out)

[calm, tender] (still catching your breath) Are you okay . . . ? Are you sure . . . ?

I know it got a little . . . How should I put it . . . ? ‘Intense’.

(chuckle) Yes, for lack of a better word . . . Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m almost certain Martha from down the hall heard us, and she’s legally deaf. Somebody’s bound to come up here and –

KNOCKING

(sigh) Fucking knock. You go on ahead, sweetheart. (standing and getting dressed) I’ll deal with the neighbours. You’re a busy woman as well, I’m sure you have places to be. (drawn-out kiss) But please come over anytime. I miss doing this sort of thing.

Maybe next time we can play ‘The Quiet Game’.

Hm? What was the lesson?

That you’re not as dominant as you think you are and I can prove it.