*This is my first story here. Any feedback is welcome. Be kind, at all times.*

I’m on my back in the middle of the bed. Wrists and ankles tied to the corners, wearing nothing but a ball gag, my semi-erect penis and shaved balls on full display. Anxiously waiting for my sub to come in.

Yes, my sub. Not a slip of the tongue.

Although we both identify as switches, in my relationship with J, things had been clear from the begin. I was her loving, sometimes harsh, but at all times fair and giving Dom. She was my submissive but mischievous Angel.

Bondage was our thing. More than flogging or other kinds of play. The sight of her in a crab tie with red rope. Her wild, excited look. Her blue eyes daring me to use the easy access… Bliss.

So what happened to get me in my current predicament, with an itchy nose, and no way to scratch?

A spark, that’s what happened. We fell in love, moved in together. We stopped playing with others, more as a natural thing than a conscious decision.

Slowly I started missing the other side of me, the one that likes to be tied up. The one that likes to be… well, fucked. Awkwardly, with a lot of blushing, I brought it up with her. Turns out she was struggling with the same thing. She started sharing some of her experiences as a dominant lover, which made my eyes widen and my cock grow. The night ended with a lot of vanilla sex and a tentative plan to make the switch.

So that explains why I’m on this bed, holding my breath as my lover finally enters the room.

She’s wearing the black mask I got for her. We only used it once, since it didn’t do much for either of us in our ordinary play. Now, standing there with her legs slightly spread, looking down at me, only her lips and eyes revealed behind the mask, her long blonde hair flowing under it, she looks stunning.

Then I see it. From her waist a proud cock stands out. I didn’t even know she owned a strap-on…

It’s not exactly a monster cock, but still bigger than anything l’ve ever had entering me.

I would tell her that now, urge her to be careful. But the ball gag prevents me from speaking. My only options are to either use our agreed-on safe sign, or to trust her and let her have her way with me.

I choose the latter. Of course I do. Just the sight of her has created my cock grow.

She stands beside me, on my left. She hasn’t spoken a word. Her left hand starts rubbing and pinching my left nipple. Then, in her right hand, a nipple clamp appears. Her favourite pair, adjustable and with decorative chains. She puts it on, tightens it until she hears me moan. Damn, that hurts. The other nipple, same procedure. The pain’s there, but bearable.

She moves to the foot of the bed and gets on. In her hand she now has a bottle of lube. I moan loudly, hoping she’ll decipher both my excitement and apprehension.

She wastes no time getting some lube on her fingers and putting her hand between my legs. Her wrist touches my balls as she starts applying the lube.

A finger pushes in. I go nuts with excitement. Not because of the one finger in my arsehole, but because of what it announces: that my lover’s gonna make me hers.

She removes the finger and reapplies lube. Then two fingers go in.

She still hasn’t spoken a word. In our usual play we’re both very vocal. I often instruct her to talk dirty to me and not stop until I’ve come.

Now, in silence, she removes her fingers. Sitting on her knees next to my legs, she lubricates her strap-on. From my awkward viewing point it looks like she’s masturbating.

Satisfied with her preparations, she straddles me. As she guides her cock between my legs, she looks up at me. Is it a questioning look? Does she need to be reassured one last time that we both want this? I nod.

Almost immediately I feel the pressure against my butthole. Well-lubricated, it still puts up resistance. But from her angle, she can use her whole weight to slowly push in. Inch by inch…

It must be halfway in when she stops and slightly pulls back. She’s almost horizontally above me now, her face not far from mine, her arms next to me for support, her full breasts almost touching my chest.

She pushes in again. And then she starts talking.

“You like that, don’t you, little slut? You like it when I fuck your skinny ass. You like it when I use you with my big cock.”

While she talks she keeps pushing the dildo further into me. My own cock, now as hard as it gets, is squished between our bellies.

“I’m going to make you mine. I’m going to stretch your hole and then I’m going to use you as my personal fuck toy.”

So she has planned more. Music to my ears. But at the moment I’m starting to worry about how much more cock there is, and how much of it my bum can take.

“Mmm. I love feeling your ass open for me. You’re a good little slut. I bet you could take bigger toys too.”

Somewhat alarmed by that opinion, I’m nevertheless glad to feel that the base of the strap-on is starting to hit my buttocks. She’s all the way in.

She pulls out. Carefully, knowing from experience de-analizing too quickly can be more hurtful than putting it in.

All out, she gets off the bed and steps away, where I cannot see her. I’m left on the bed, wondering what is still to come.

When she returns, strap-on and mask have disappeared. It’s just my gorgeous naked angel, sweaty and smiling.

She unties my feet. Relieved I can move and flex my legs, I cannot help but feel slightly disappointed. Is that it, is she done?

She starts removing the ball gag. In a strict voice I’ve only ever heard her use for work, she says: “I don’t want you to speak.”

So, not over yet. I think my sigh of relief was audible, but she doesn’t react. Instead she climbs on the bed, her face towards my feet, and lowers herself onto my face.

“Lick.” It’s a simple enough instruction, and I oblige immediately. It’s not the easiest position for eating her out, but I manage to discover her sweet spot. As she gets more aroused, she starts grinding herself on my face, repeatedly smothering me briefly. Unexpectedly quickly she comes, loudly. I keep lapping at her wet pussy while she screams.

Then she sits up, out of my reach. She gets up, turns around and without a pause sits down on my cock. There’s hardly any resistance. I feel her wetness on my belly.

She reaches up, undoes the hand cuffs. One last instruction: “Hold me.”

I put my arms around her and kiss her. She’s grinding her pussy on my groin. Then starts properly fucking me.

After all this, of course I don’t last. I begin coming inside her, screaming and cursing. When it stops, we embrace and stay like that for a while, both panting and calming down.

She gets off me and lays down beside me. I open my mouth to tell her how amazing that was, but she stops me with a finger on my lips. “Later”, she says. She removes my nipple clamps, turns around and spoons into me. Like that, we fall asleep.