Yes, I have switched to dom with a male partner [FM]

God damn it, y’all really wanted me to write this. Apart from my pegging stories this was by far the most requested.

But first? A rant.

This was fucking hard to write. It’s far more emotional for me than my stories about being degraded.

People don’t understand that being submissive in bed isn’t about about pain. It’s about control. I don’t have to think about ANYTHING when I’m playing that role. When I’m with a partner I trust it’s one of the few times I can shut my brain off and not be responsible for my body. It’s the best drug in the world.

Being a dom is fucking horrible. You’re fully responsible for 100% of pain and pleasure that happens in a room. I don’t want that damn responsibility.

Do I do it? Yes. It’s kind of part of it. For emotional and physical reasons- including understanding limits and longterm care- it’s a good idea to take control back at times.

So although this is not my preference to act out or write about, you fucking freaks really wanted to read about me beating up men so here goes…

A dude I was dating and I were once put into a situation that left him angry and me feeling vulnerable. When we got home I wanted to do what we do best to relieve stress.

“We can’t,” he says as we lie next to each other in bed.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t fuck you when I’m this pissed off and you don’t know your limits on a good day. When you’re this upset you’ll let me kill you.”

That actually made me mad so I got out of bed and flipped him off.

“Viola don’t be a bitch,” he calls after me. “You can’t get mad when I set a boundary.”

“Yes, but due to the nature of this arrangement, we do it when you need it but I’m usually stuck getting myself off when I need you the most.”

“I am sorry I’m not always available to fuck you, ok?”

“Yeah me too. It’s fine.”

“Stop,” he calls as I headed for the bathroom. “You can do it to me.”

“Do what?”

“You can fuck me, but you have to take over. I can’t dom like this but you can.”

“I feel weird. I legitimately don’t know if I can do that.”

“Want to try?”

I thought about this a moment and justified it was better than nothing.

“What do I do?” I ask.

He started laughing. “You’re already bad at this.”

“Fine… get yourself off.”

“What?”

“Actually get on the floor and get yourself off.”

“You’re not going to make me wait for it?”

“Are you questioning me?” I ask. “We haven’t had sex in ten hours. You’ll last for two seconds if you don’t come before we start. You’re doing this for me. So get naked, get on your knees, and touch yourself until you come in the floor.”

He stared at me with his mouth open. “I’m actually terrified at how quickly you fell into this.”

“Is it too much?” I ask, a little self conscious.

“It’s brilliant but who TF are you?”

I went to my purse and grabbed a pack of cigarettes.

*I very rarely smoke, but he hated them with a passion, and I was about to fuck with him really hard.*

I sat at the desk, lit a cigarette, and narrowed my eyes at him. “If you make me ask you again I’m going to keep you on your knees for hours. Do as you’re told and I’ll let you eat me out.”

I smile because I was clearly pissing him off, but he finally got up. He lifted his shirt over his head and threw it away before he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. Hips lips tightened as he pulled his boxers down and he glared at me.

I burst out laughing as I took a drag. “Oh my god, you got hard at me being this mean to you? There is something wrong with you. This is fucking pathetic. Now, on your knees.”

*Oh yes, he usually makes fun of me when I get wet as he calls me a whore. How the turn tables have turned.*

He hesitates and stares at me for a bit. He’s so mad.

“Safe word me,” I challenge him as I take a drag of my cigarette.

He rolls his eyes and gets on his knees. He glares at me and tries to look away.

“Eye contact,” I say to him. “If you break contact again I swear I’m going to spank you. Also, if you think your attitude is going to dissuade me the joke is on you. You look hot when you’re angry.”

For a moment I think he is going to safe word me because he’s so mad, but he very slowly starts stroking himself as he glares at me.

“I hate when you smoke,” he says.

“You’re lucky I don’t make you take a drag,” I say. “And I didn’t say you could speak.”

He starts jerking himself off harder and I smile when his breathing gets heavy. He looks away and I snap my fingers until he’s looking back at me.

“Do you need me to be mean to you again so you can come?” I ask.

He gasps and comes on the floor as he bends forward slightly and looks back up at me.

“I could make you lick that up,” I say. “I won’t if you do exactly as I say.”

“What do you want?” He asks. His voice is shaking with anger.

*God damn, it’s going to be fun when we switch back.*

“Crawl to me on all fours. Actually…” I take my underwear off and throw it across the room. Crawl to get those on all fours and then crawl to me.”

His jaw tenses at his as he glares at me.

“Safe word me. Don’t you *know* your limits?” I mock him.

He crawls to me in all fours to retrieve my underwear and then back to me. I smile at him and reach my hand down to take them. It’s the first time I’ve gotten my underwear back so easily.

When I stand he sits up to meet me and lets me wrap one of my legs around his shoulders. He reaches a hand up and slaps my ass as he grabs it and pulls it towards him. His fingers dig into me as he looks up and waits for me to continue.

I pull his hair. “Try to slap me again without permission and see what happens.”

He nods. “Viola, tell me what you want.”

“Say please.”

“Please,” he says through gritted teeth. “Tell me what you want.”

I pull his head forward so his mouth is in between my legs. “You know what I want.”

His whole head moves as he squeezes my ass and licks me slowly.

“Harder,” I say as I pull his hair again. He starts moving almost violently, licking me up and down. He gasps at one point and I laugh and wrap my legs around him harder.

“Fuck you,” I moan as I throw my head back and play with his hair. He goes harder and has to hold me up because my legs start shaking. “Fuck,” I say as I come.

He releases me with a breath of air and sits back. I take a minute to recover and then smile at him. “I like you on your knees.”

*Oh the phrase he has said to me over and over again.*

“Damn it, V,” he growls.

“What? Are you hard again?” I laugh. “You like being on your knees too.”

“You know this isn’t going to last forever, right? We’re going to switch back.”

“Yeah but it’s really fun right now,” I laugh. “I’m going to take my clothes off now and you’re going to watch, but this isn’t for you. It’s for me, do you understand?”

He glares at me. I’m taking all his best lines.

I stand up and pull my dress off and then unclasp my bra and let it fall to the ground. He watches me and I see his pleading look.

“You want me,” I say.

He nods.

I jump on the desk and open my legs. “You’re going to fuck me now but you’re not going to touch me. There is exactly one part of you I’m going to use.”

He stands up and walks over to me. I spread my legs and pull him towards me. He’s too tall and has to crouch down, but puts both hands on the desk and doesn’t touch me as I move to pull his waist into mine. When he’s inside of me I gasp and he closes his eyes, but doesn’t move.

“Tell me how fast you want it,” he says.

“So slow you’re in agony,” I reply. I go back on my elbows and watch him as he moves in and out of me slowly with his eyes closed.

“Eyes open,” I say. “And if you come before me I’m going to put you back on your knees.”

“Please let me touch you,” he says as I wrap my legs around him.

“No.”

He pounds the table once but keeps fucking me slowly.

“Go faster,” I say as I squeeze my thighs around him. He thrusts into me harder and I look down to see his knuckles turning white as he grips the table.

“Please Viola,” he moans.

“What?”

“I don’t even know,” he breaths.

“Touch me,” I gasp.

He pulls me up immediately so our eyes are parallel. One arm snakes around my back and into my my hair and the other goes to my breast. I put a hand to his cheek and wrap the other around his neck.

“Fuck me,” I say.

We move together as he puts his mouth over mine and his tongue down my throat. We both moan as we pull each other close and I feel him tremble.

“Don’t come,” I tell him.

“Fuck,” his face is in pain as he fights it.

“I’m close,” I say.

He puts his mouth to my ear and bites the bottom lobe as we tilt back slightly.

“I have to…” he says.

“No!”

He groans and I swear is close to tears while he slams into me over and over. Finally I feel myself build and grab his hair as I come. I gasp when I do and feel him grab me and thrust a final time as he orgasms.

I wrap my legs around him so he can carry me to bed with him still inside of me. We lie back and he kisses me one more time before he rolls over.

“You scare the hell out of me,” he says.

*Fun fact: I cried after this because I wasn’t use to dom drop and flipped out.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u6ptkn/yes_i_have_switched_to_dom_with_a_male_partner_fm