how do i overtake him just for a little bit?

[BlueSugar]

Ok so my boyfriend and i have dabbled into the bdsm stuff a little with spanking, handcuffs, worshipping, begging and stuff and i love it i really do nothing turns me on more than that stuff. My question is that he likes sometimes when i take charge but yet he never seems to ever totally trust me or let down his gaurd anytime. He always has to be in charge or on top. I just want to break him one time and show him what ive got but i cant seem to do it. Have any suggestions? anything would help! Thanks!

Get into the mindframe early on. Like... the day before... ask him to pamper you as a beginning that he is to service you ...you are the top, the dom... for the next 48 hours. He baths you, he can't touch you... but you can touch him while he baths you, while you bath him ((erotically i mean)) Use firm but gently tone. Kissing, you kiss him, pull back often, lickhis lips, nibble them but he can't move his mouth, whisper on his lips give him permission that he can kiss you afterwards. Have him dress you... pick out what he is to wear. Time comes work? Can leave sticky notes in his car.
Tell him what you're going to do to him later on, what he will be doing for you later on, call him but don't get him in trouble, ask him to bring specific things home for the night... plan some light fun... (maybe blindfolding, hand tieing, wax, ice, whipcream, spanking play)... tell him all of this your plans ((this way he knows pretty much everything its in his mind all day, trust factor building)) , dress a sexy outfit, with your sexiest bra/pantie set... tell him to buy and bring home a new leather/lace whathave you black or red or whichever set tell him your size.

be firm, sexy, but dominant... do it lovingly and not just "i'm going to unexpectedly tell you to flip over and i'm going to jam something in your ass..."
((change my suggestions to what he does like, or does want you to do))

Make him dress you in your new outfit (if wearing an outfit) tell him to undress you down to however far you want. Undress yourself, play with your breasts etc... Wear thigh highs for the mix of skin and stocking... he has to foot worship, massage , kiss... but only how/when/where you say. Sit (( more comfortable, more casual then kneeling, make him feel more comfortable... )) on the bed him sitting on the floor ((not like you standing over him it brings it down to more personal level, comfortable))
... rub him with your other foot... tie his hands, maybe a blind fold ... play with the creams, lotions, wax, ice over his body... only you can touch him, he can't lift his palms off the bed (or tie his hands) slighlt oral, slight touching, make him so aroused he is harder then hard... playfully lightly maybe slap his thighs, or roll him over and give him a little massage and a few well placed slaps... talking to him the whole time "i enjoy the way your body reacts to my manipulations, i can feel the goosebumps rising to my fingers as I ________. I want to feel your skin warm... can i spank you... I want to..." and do, but lightly, maybe a little harder (adjust to where you guys are at)

pussy worship... have him lay down, you kneel over his face, give him directions, maybe grind yourself on him... make him use a toy, on you if you're into that as well. Eye contact.

Pick any position and you can still dominate him ((this is where I usually lose it... and we're both so turned on I get pounded anyway hehe and the roles are reversed)) and usually the words "i love what you had planned for me, you are wonderful, but all these thoughts you put in my head all day has only made me want to do _____________- etc...to you" and then we continue...

on your knees he goes at the speed and depth you want, he can't cum till you say so.. make him slide in so so so slowly, or only let his cockhead in...or let him build up speed let him enjoy it.. then tell him to stop... and flex your pc muscles around him, tell him he can't flex back...move yourself on him ...tell him he can't move.
Him on the bottom is easy, you're in control, he can only touch what when you say...you ride him, slip so so so slowly onto him-a little more till his cockhead is in eyecontact-slide down the rest of the way quickly... kiss him, deprive him, "around the world" on him, tell him you want to hear him want you, he has to ask you to dosomething he likes, play with that a little...rock your hips on him...tease him... he can't close his eyes.
Same for you on bottom or any of the other 100s of drivitives from these 3 positions.
Grab him, make him tell you what he is thinking, shush him, tell him you want to know what he feels, ask him what he wants and deprive him then give it to him suddenly.



Extend "topping from the bottom" basically...
continue... i can't type anymore... my mind is realing...

 

[da grunt]

Re: Rapid fire ...

da grunt "... Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master," she trembles, "I am obediant and I want to be able to fight for you, too. Teach me all you can, please. I am ready for your test. Do with me as you will."

 

[da grunt]

sweet spot

He points to his jaw on the left side. "Here, this spot that I'm pointing to is quite tough. The muscles that make the mouth work are really strong. In a fight I will try and present that spot to my opponent, projecting where I want him to hit me. It usually works. This is where I'd prefer your test lands. Just one punch, as hard as you can - try for the sweet spot. Do you understand?"

 

[da grunt]

Re: sweet spot

da grunt " ... Do you understand?"

"Not your face, please Master, anything but that, please, no, I beg you. Please, use the whip on me instead, oh please Master, please."

 

[da grunt]

huh?

da grunt ... Please, use the whip on me instead, oh please Master, please."

"The whip? On you? You must be kidding? That would be like going out and purposely 'keying' my motorcycle. Goddamn girl, I don't want to damage you. That whip is for you to use on me if you don't pass this test, so, godddamnit, you will try to pass!"

 

[da grunt]

Well

Again he asks, "Are you ready", and she stammers out a tiny 'yes'.

"Good, now fighting stance. Now draw your right back, get your body behind your arm, use all your weight, now strike."

She lets fly with all her might. POW

 

[da grunt]

Her blow

POW Her punch misses the sweet spot, and almost misses his face. Only her middle knuckles make contact with the full of his nose. Shocks of color and twinkle of stars reel the Master as his nose erupts in a crimson gush. Blood pours down, ruining the white shirt and his tie. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and laughs, laughs as one freed, as one in joy, as one in near bliss.

"Excellent, most excellent! You qualify my precious, you qualify. Damn, I've needed that for a long while. You did well girl."

 

[da grunt]

da lesson

"Do you know what I've tried to teach you here," he askes.

"Yes, Master, that I could never really hurt you, even if I wanted to hurt you."

"Oh, yes, you could hurt me, maybe not physically, but you could hurt me. Physically though, no chance. With some training we could turn you into a hundred eighteen pound lioness. You already have the lion's heart. I want a couple of things from you right now, to acknowledge my physical superiority, especially in mass and strength and want you to know that I would never had let you do this to me if I didn't trust you completely. Just as you must trust me, I must be able to trust you, and I believe I can. Now, you won, I'll be your boytoy for one hour, but first, I must clean up this bloody nose and get comfty. Attend to me in the shower, I'll want you to bath me and shave my cock and balls. Do you want me shaven headed, or this stubble. You may shave my head if you like."

 

[da grunt]

Re: Her blow (alternate)

da grunt takes a different tack POW

Her punch hits his sweet spot, perfectly. His jaws are clenched as he watches the punch as it strikes. His head simply snaps a bit, he see's no stars, no cobwebs and he is suddenly saddened.

Buck it up, boy, buck it up. You friggin' well knew it would come to this. I just hope she learns from this and I'm not just a big godddamn showoff. As far as learning that she can't physically hurt me, that lesson should be learned now, but she still has the wild hair up her ass to 'let me know how it feels'. I need strength.

"Do you see the physical diffence between us? My mass and strength is all but overwhelming to your petite size, especially at your present training level, and you must understand that fact. The way for you to dominate me is not through conquest, but through your total submission. I will repay perfect loyalty with perfect loyalty. Do you understand these things I am saying?"

 

[shysexkitten]

wow

this story is great i cant wait to see what happens next... thanks da grunt you have really helped me a lot!

 

[da grunt]

Re: wow

posted by shysexkitten ... i cant wait to see what happens next...

"Now kneel! You may watch me if you like," he says. She does as instructed and he goes into the kitchen and opens a bottle of wine. He takes two glasses, an 8 ounce glass and a 4 ounce jelly glass for his precious, and filles both. He takes the wine to her and tells her, 'Drink!", and he resumes his throne for a moment's thought. His mind reals, as does hers. She doesn't understand why he isn't happy. Didn't she comply completely? She now knows his prowesss. She could never overwhelm him by force, but she has never wanted to do so. She no longer desired to hurt him. She would sooth his pain, she would absorb his pain, if only she could. She could ease his guilt and accept his punishment. If only she could. Could she? She watches his antimated face as he screws his eyes and forrows his brow, lost in thought, his own wine untouched.

 

[da grunt]

His thoughts

So much to ponder, so close to making a mistake. Now, I know what I must do, but I am frightened. Frightened of what is to come and frightened of what will happen if I change my mind. I must be strong for her, and I must not fear. If I am honest with myself I must do more than allow her to see my pain, but to make the feeling of pain worse than the pain that I carry. The red mist, the blood, the violence, the death, the destruction, the deprivation, the fear and the loss. The loss of brothers, the loss of lovers, the loss of innocence. The grim reaper pounded on the door, and I threw the door open, and I survived the reaper. Fucking why? The enemies I've killed, how many sweethearts, how many mothers hearts did I break. Each of my dead brothers. Each I lied to, and to each I said they'd be okay, knowing each would die in my arms. Each and every one of those motherfuckers had more to offer than I, yet here I am, pondering self destruction. If I'm going to do this crazy thing I must focus and use this to purify my being. Who the fuck knows, maybe there is something of a soul left, if only I could find it, if only she could help me find it.

What is feeling?

 

[da grunt]

Re: His thoughts

da grunt rambling, pondering What is feeling?

Who was the German dude once said, long ago, composure is understanding that feeling is only a passing intoxication of the soul which must not be taken too seriously lest it introduce needless disruption into life? If the soul can be intoxicated, can it not also be cleaned. What is my motivation? Harmony, goddamnit, not rage. The tranquility of my precious. I will trust her with this, she will minister as tenderly as she can. This will be a one time thing, so I must focus. One time. Each crack of the whip must represent something to me and either pay me for my wickedness or give me greater pain in order to forget the lesser pain. How will I tell her? She thinks this is about her desire for me to feel how 'it' feels. She wants to use me as a boy toy? Fuck, whadda I care? It might be fun, for shits and giggles. But then, how does she perceive me? If I humble myself before her will I lose respect in her eyes. Will she hesitate to submit? And hell's bells, what if she's good at it? What if, awww, shit, fear is the mindkiller. How will I tell her?

 

[da grunt]

Telling her

He finally took his wine glass and took big gulps. When his wine was finished he stood and commanded her, "finish your wine," and he walked to the whip and picked it up. "Stand," he commanded, as he untied the fine thong that held the coils together. "Go to the kitchen and get a few styroform cups."

He shakes loose the whip and does a weak underhand crack, 'POP'. He does an overhand crack, harder, 'KPOP', hardest, 'zZZKPOPP'. The loud crack vibrate the air in the room.

"Set the cups down and come here. I must show you how to use this thing. Are you ready?"

 

[da grunt]

Instructions

"Pay attention. This is a Mexican souvenir whip. Its 2 meters, 6 feet. For best effect you must stand about 8 or 9 feet away and stretch your arm and shoulder when you make contact. Your hand must be pointed at the target when you crack the whip and the follow through should be through the whip and all the energy expended at the tip. Are you up for this?" He takes her face in his paw and searches her eyes. He sees the fear, the terror, and the thrill.

"No Master, I'm not, please I beg you not to make me do this, please, I don't want to do this, you must not make me do this, I won't do this, I can't do this, please ... " She implores, pathetically.

 

[da grunt]

Re: Instructions

Originally posted by da grunt "...I won't do this, I can't do this, please ... " She implores, pathetically.

"Can't, or won't? You can and you will, I told you, its already too late."

 

[da grunt]

Practice

He must be stern with her, he must be brave for her, he must demonstrate to her that she has his ultimate choice. How can she trust him if he doesn't fully trust her.

He studies her face, he searches her eyes, he sees many things, and still he sees the hint of thrill.

"Now we must practice. I'll be damned if I allow you to injure me through cluminess. Here, take the whip handle. Hold it like a golf club. Good, thumb out, straight down the stalk. When you're done with your stike your thumb should be pointed exactly at the place you want the whip to pop. No, no, try again, but snap your wrist before you aim your thumb. No, no. Come pn, I know you've popped a towel before. Same thing, but for this its an overhand instead of an underhand. Remember, where the pop is, thats the place, when you strike with the flicking end, and just the end pops on the target. Thats the way. Better. Good. Again. Good. Again. Look at you, breathing hard already, good girl. Good. Okay, I'm going to put one of these styroform cups on the back of this couch. Okay, try and hit it. A complete miss, try again."

She stands breathless, exhilarated by playing with the whip, already aroused. Her head high in her collar, her nipples erect, desire in her eyes. She shakes the whip back and focuses on the cup and swings ...

and the last 5 inches of the whip crush the cup.

"Bad, damnit, do better!" he growls, and replaces the cup. He goes to her and takes the whip. "Watch!"

He shakes the whip back and fires the whip out. ZZZAAPPPPT* - the cup disenegrates into foam pieces. "Like that!", and he returns the whip to her and goes to replace the cup.

"Ready, again" ...

 

[Howling_Ire]

I have been asked to add to this story, to give a female perspective, i will do as best i can.

"Ready, again..."

She obeys him yet again, snaping the whip forward, missing the cup again with a good deal of mental displeasure. She has a complete autonomic reaction to his requests, a machine responce to try to striaghten her arm, or flick her wrist right, as he tells her, as he wishes... Dispite her curosity to be more assertive, she sill cannot fight the need to respond as he wishes, his wishes quickly becomeing her own, as the stiff soarness from this new use of arms begins to nag her mussles. all of it stirring her to excitment

In her mind she has already questioned her reasons a thousand fold over.

"Why am i challangeing his dominance? Do i really want this...i tought i did..but i don't know...Is it a need to understand him, and in that understand myself..or is it something i'm compelled to... after all i am turned on by this, but it seems as if it comes more from his touches and his instruction.."

She glances up at him out of the corner of her eye, his hard male body, familar yet still full of mystery... she catches a glimpse of a grimmace on his face, a thoughtful look, if not a little torn. She has a wish fill her that he would stop this now, that he'd return to his chair and invite her to crawl up into his lap, tell her she's his little pet, with that same commanding voice that confesses his love. He wanted him to kiss her deeply, to touch her, and feel her...She wanted him to give her his pain, to emit i through his body, through his words, through the very look in her eyes, so she could in turn emit it into the cosmos, and then leave them in thier love.

She thinks back for a second on things she'd read, about the role of a soul who assumes the female body, how on the physical plain she is negative, actualy spirtulay postive..and the man the other way around. She thinks about her own soul...always the nagging feeling that the existentialist's were right..and that this was something she need earn. Had she earned it? she couldn't be sure...had Master earned it...from the hollow look in his eyes, the way he occasionaly illudes to the war...the way he moves among his fellow humans, with a form of well worn confidence, she would guess yes. Yes, he earned through pain, and this is what she wished to gain from him... For how could one who does not know the sting of life, the hardship of a life well wroght, ever be able to share that with the one he needs to later.

He leans over her, and slides his hand down her arm to the whip, his deep voice guiding her on how to move it, adjusting her error, guiding her to the way....His voice... causeing a shake with his whisper, that trails down her body and resounds in the folds of the lower parts of her body, in creasing the moisture...lifting her nipples... she closes her eyes and relishes the feeling of him leaning against her... she wanted to say to him a milllion things...to feel him take the whip from her hand ...to lay her down on the floor thier, face first into the carpet, and make her pay for her impudence.. she wondered if he knew how much she needed him....as she watched the tip of the whip fly forward and strike the cup, shattering it into a thousand pieces...

she felt supprised to see this happen...she turned, and looked at her Master happy at finaly haveing completed the task before her...smileing, then he turned and looked back at her...she wasn't sure what to make of his face now...was it? worried?

 

[da grunt]

And Howling takes over ...

an excellent post by Howling_Ire ... then he turned and looked back at her...she wasn't sure what to make of his face now...was it? worried?

He studies her, her heaving breasts, the beads of sweat, her tiny hair sweated down. Look at her. How beautiful she is, how dedicated. The look of thrill resembles the look of defiance, but still her eyes say no. Why the fuck couldn't I have been satisfied with her punch. Shit, she tried hard. Why can't I hold her and just fuckin' cry. I mustn't let her know. How much I need her, need her just to hold and to let me cry. But, I said something and I've got to stick with it. Focus - what do I want from this? To cry? If I just dropped my silly facade, goddamn, why is my facade such a fuckin' fortress?

"Again, you must hit the cup with the crack. Let me try and help you," and he stands behind her, his one arm around her waist and the other along her whip arm. Like this he shakes the whip loose and, his hand over hers, lashes the whip and destroys the cup. "Easy, huh? Do it again." and he places a fresh cup ...

 

[Howling_Ire]

she felt him...his clothed body..his warmth..she had failed till that moment to realise how cold she was, how eager to feel him close to her... a tear fell from her eye...it triped and traced in wet snails trails to her nose, then she sniffled a littel bit..shaken...watching him place the cup...her arm still out stiff from the last stroke..the stroke he had guided her with....she looked at how little and pale her arm seemed to be....how little she was, expeicaly next to him....she felt very naked at this moment...almost hollow

she pulled the whip back to her chest, between her breasts, holding it thier for a moment...the hard leather pressing against her skin, she straightens herself slightly...stirs herself in her passion...and extends her arm again..soft and pale....womanly in the lights, holding the shaft of the whip, she calls on her mussle memory, wills into being the action, and extends her arm as he has taught her...in a graceful move strikes the whip, and hits the cup... destroying it...casting it into a hundred white pieces....she then closes her eyes and brings the whip to her chest, toucheing it between her breasts, shivering softly..as another tear casts down her cheek....feeling a growing want...she becomes brave and asks him:

"Sir, did i....did i do well?"

 

[da grunt]

Ready

by Howling_Ire "Sir, did i....did i do well?"

"Most excellent! You're ready, my precious, at least your skill is ready. Please listen, I see you crying, and I know that you don't want to do this, but since you made your request I've been thinking. I'm tired of going through life, carrying the guilt from all the evil I've done, or not done, I'm tired of being angry. I need to be broken down. I need to cry. I need to show you my sobs, I need for you to share my sobs, I want you to punish me, to love me, to forgive me and to continue to love me. I am completely devoted to you, my precious, and I've never shared this with anyone. I want you to try and purify my soul."

 

[Howling_Ire]

she turns to him, studying him for a moment, wondering for a moment if this was a joke...if he didn't mean it, and then realiseing he did.... how could she deingh him...after all he'd given her....after all he'd shared... and after s he'd dared to ask. she stiffened, held herself more errect, more ridged...forceing a mask of calm over her face..covering a whorl pool of emotions. now more then ever she had to be his strong girl...she has to be his preshious gift.

she walked over to him with a confidence that amazed even her, slow driven steps...she reached her hand to his face, so high up...then collected his chin on her forfinger, running her thumb from the center of his bottom lip down to his chin, and gently tilted his face down, while reaching hers up..and planted a soft kiss on his forhead...she then steped back and looked at him....

"Mas....I will do this for you..I can see it in your soul that you need this from me...and in my love for you i have always given you what it was i felt you needed..."

her voice broke and she choaked back her tears for a second..then collecting her composure she then stiffened, and continued "but our current states of dress will not do.... as i have requested you will now submit to me, and i will no longer look the bitch....you will remove your clothes this second, fold them neatly, and place them on the floor before me...then you will go and fetch me that little black leather dress you so enjoy, present it to me, so that i may put it on...and i will have something else for you to do at that point... do you understand me?"

 

[da grunt]

He Roars

He laughs deep and long, a joke only he understands. "Oh god, you're wonderful. Audacity is fucking wonderful. Oh, you are so dang precious. No, not yet child. I'll not be your pet yet. I call the shots and I have a plan. It just occured to me. You earn the privledge now. You stop when I bleed, or I tell you to stop."

Still in his white shirt he goes and stands against the wall, arms above his head. He tries to make every muscle in his body hard as he says, "Strike."

 

[Howling_Ire]

She turns her head to the side slighly, lettin gher hair fall over her face, hideing her rosey cheeks.... hopeing you didn't notice..hopeing you didn't see that dipite everything you've done together, everything you've said to her..you can still bring that flush to her face.

she then looks at you for a second with an unsure smile, the red fadeing from her face..she mutters "but your nice white shirt....don't you want to..." and she catches a nod to the negative from you.... she sniffles... straightening herself...she raises the whip, fighting to relax her body, streaching to find the courage... she focus on the section of your back between your shoulders...as more tears stream from the corners of her eyes before..she draws in a quick breath...straightens her arm...and brings the whip to lash against your skin...the strike makes her shiver to her core, causes her tears to run more..as she looks at the rip it has made in your shirt...knowing how the things you had done to her in the past had made her sting..wondering how much it made you burn....

she raises her hands and strikes you several more times, each one with a more confident... sure strike... feeling herself strangely aroused by the act...the knowledge that she is pleaseing you on some level stiring this inside of her.... evil thoughts of rubbing oil into your baack to ease the pain lather...tentelating places in her mind.....wondering what will happen to her next...what punishment she will recieve for boreing into you... she lets the whip rest against your back again and again..., her arm and wrist becomeing very tired from the unfamaliar exhersion....

 

[da grunt]

posted by Howling_Ire ... her arm and wrist becomeing very tired from the unfamaliar exhersion...

With the first blow his mind flashed white in pain, but mearly his grunt escaped his lips, but in his mind the time factor was instantly tripped. Each second became a nano-eternity. He visualized all the faces. All the lies. All the broken hearts. The pictures of lover's, never to meet again. Fire, burning villages, burning flesh. Fear, terror. Hunger, deprivation. His body began flinching and yielding with each blow. oh my god, please bleed now, do it, bleed, I'm fuckin' sorry ...His grunts became whimpers ...