Switch Bitch

Sometimes she wonders what it would be like to be a Dom, or a Dommme even, considering changing gender would be hard.

It's not really a sexual thing, more an intellectual curiosity. She'd quite like to see what he gets out of it. She'd quite like to see if she could do it.

Sometimes she imagines taking a whip or cane to him, but then remembers that the only time she ever wants to hurt or damage anyone is when she's angry, and that's hardly Domme like behaviour.

Sometimes she imagines binding his wrists, restraining him tightly, but then she wonders what she'd do with him then and has a sneaking suspicion that she'd probably get quite bored, and with him lying there she'd have to do all the work. Hmmmm.

Sometimes she imagines being able to make him orgasm with a look or a word or even a text, but them remembers that's quite a lot of responsibility to take on, and she's not keen on responsibility, not if she can help it.

Sometimes she imagines him on his knees, at her feet, but then she quickly stops as the whole idea makes her feel slightly panicky, as if the world has turned upside down.

Sometimes she thinks that it's rather nice to know her place.