Sometimes Switch Day will start in one direction, and take an unanticipated turn on our Sundays here at the Collins’ household.
For example … yesterday surly teen #2 was lurking about, stomping around the upstairs hallway, making her presence heard. That tends to put a damper on things that go on beyond our closed doors. So I had aborted any plans for a good stern cropping, the kind that would make little cracking on the ass sounds, or generate uncontainable whines or moans from Mistress.
Plan B was a bit more conventional. Tie Mistress to the bed, hands overhead, a bit of low key spanking, deployment of the Hitachi, etc., etc. A good time would be had by all.
We got that far: Mistress on her stomach, hands bound over head, ass a little pink, and me with the Hitachi in hand, slid between her legs from behind. Just like that, Mistress was already asking for permission to come. (Of course, permission is always required.)
That’s when I changed directions.
“No…. not yet.”
Her piteous moan was soooo sad.
I pulled the Hitachi back running it along her inner thighs, making her squirm, but turning down the level of need at her little “on/off” button.
She ratcheted down a bit, from DevCon 5 to 3 or so. The Hitachi went back where she liked it for a while. But when she asked permission again, I was still saying “No.”
I switched it off, putting it aside.
“Roll over, Mistress….”
She looked up, oozing petulance.
What are you doing, Slave….”
“I thought I might fuck you for a while, as I consider when and whether to let you come…..”
She rolled. I mounted. She wiggled a little, amused by my struggle to find the entry point without her help. But, surprise, surprise, it did not take long…..soon I was slowly sliding in and out of her, while gently gnawing on a nipple.
“But this is against our code, Slave. I always get to come before you fuck me. …Always.”
“That’s what Switch Days are for, Mistress…. To do things out of order, against code….”
Of course, I was in no urgent need to come, just toying with her…. And after a bit more fucking I slid out, and this is where the improvisation began.
“How badly do you want to come this morning, Mistress…. I mean we could just wait until later. I could get off, and maybe later things could go your way….”
“Uhhh…. Badly Slave….”
“Then how about this…. You can come if you ask me to put the clothespins on your breasts…. But if they are something too painful to think about, then I can just tease you a bit more before we go to the gym…. Your choice.”
She tried to bargain.
“But they hurt slave… they really hurt…. And I know you like to see me come, don’t you?”
“Of course I do. I live to make you come. But, all things considered, I can wait until later for that wonderful experience if you want…. It’s your call….”
I was running my fingers teasingly through her cleanly shaven folds, marveling at how wet she was, enjoying the thrust of her hips as she rose to meet my hand.
“This is mean, Slave…”
“But I’m just giving you a choice, Mistress. Choices are good, aren’t they. “School Choice.” “The right to choose.” That’s all good, isn’t it?”
My lips had found her left nipple, teasing it to life.
“I mean, how much can those little clothes pins really hurt…. And I know it won’t take you that long to come once they are on and I deploy the power tool.”
She seemed more than a little frustrated now, her hips lifting against my roving fingers.
“Put them on Slave….”
“Say please…. “
“Why do you want them on, Mistress. They are going to hurt….”
“Because I want to come, Slave…. I really want to come…. “
“Impressive, Mistress…. You really are asking me to put this pins on your breasts?
I was brandishing one, opening it up for her…..
“Just get it over with, Slave…..”
“Of course, Mistress, if that’s what you really want.”
I used some lip suction to make sure her rosey little nipples were nice and firm before squeezing the clips, and letting their greedy little pincers capture first her left nipple then her right. Mistress winced, her eyes snapped tight as each nipple was contained.
Impressive discipline. No whining. She must have been horny or something.
And true to my word, I did get on with it. Switching on the power tool, and pressing it home, just where Mistress likes it. And would you be surprised if I told you that she soon was bucking up against it, her breath ragged.
“Can I come now, Slave…..” she moaned through clenched teeth.
“Of course, Mistress.”
She rode that churning tool through one orgasm, came down, and rode it back up through another, as her hips came up off the bed, back arching for purchase against that little bulb. As she hit that second climax, I took off one and then the other clothes pin, making her moan again as the blood flowed back into those tender tlittle orbs.
“Enough Slave… please turn it off.”
“Of course, Mistress. “
And then it was my turn to slide in and enjoy the ride…..