I didn't know at the time, that was a thing - there was a name for it.
I only knew to try and manipulate the situation more to my liking - Fulfill my desires. "Do this - oh no, dont do that", etc. "Your doing it again", she said. "What Mistress?" "Topping from the bottom". 😏👈
To my knowledge, there is no handbook "etiquette for mindset - while your tied up and being beat - for dummies" lol. Maybe there should be? (Reference to the series, not the person)
I must admit, I dont fully understand some dynamics of being submissive. I myself, by my nature, am dominant. I do know, however, what it is like to be submissive to someone, to feel submissive. One aspect I do not understand is, how submissive?
Suppose the one dominating has a fetish for making his/her sub bark like a dog? All the time, bark like a dog. Would it/could it be fulfilling just knowing you are granting the wishes of your Dom/Domme? Or would a scenario like that leave you yourself wanting for something else? Is it established in advance what the submissive wants? Particulars I mean - Or is a good chemistry and just being submissive enough?
At what point do you say, "ya know, this isnt really what I want".?
I suppose in a perfect world, what the Dom/Domme prefers doing, matches what the sub likes having done to them.
Thoughts? Comments?
Princess was topping from the bottom when she bit Daddy's leg. A gauge if you will, a silent language between them - he understood - she needed more . . .
He had been very busy these past couple weeks and she had desires building.
She was a vision of pure beauty, looking up at him, her eyes, sparkling with tears, love, lust, . . . . mischief . . . .
For a moment his mind struggled with the balance as he stood there in front of her, admiring. But his own lust quickly tipped the scales.
"Are you Daddy's good girl?" He asked, looking down at her. "Yes Daddy" she smiled through the tears.
He leaned down and kissed her lovingly, paused for a moment, then smoothly removed her sundress as he stood back up, - leaving her exposed, presented before him, fully naked at his feet.
What a sight - what a beautiful sight.
She sat back and covered her self with her arms folded in front of her - withdrawing - denying him. He lifted her chin with a finger and gave her a raised eyebrow, disapproving look - "is that how we present ourselves baby girl?" He asked accusingly. Without a word she got into the position she had been trained to be in - up on her knees, back straight, shoulders square, hands behind her back.
"Good girl" he praised.
He knelt down, kissed her cheek, her neck - nestled in her hair - god he wanted her!
From her perfect breasts, he let his hand glide lightly down her soft, warm body - his ear close to her mouth, listening as he made his way down . . . she closed her eyes and a slight moan escaped her lips when he got close.
Daddy liked that.
"Sshhh" he whispered softly in her ear.
He stood up, stepped behind her and knelt down again, tight up against her. He kissed her neck, caressed her, every inch of her. He pushed himself against her, making her offer her breasts to him, his fingers tumbled across her hard nipples - Her breath caught every time. Her thighs began to quiver, she let out another soft moan. Trying to remain still for him, his touch was driving her deeper. She longed for his touch down there, her mind and body begging for it - but he refused - he knew.
Her hands reassured him - her submission to his control, as he pressed it against her, she could feel his intense desire, the heat, he was so hard. It gave her great satisfaction knowing it was for her, because of her.
He began a rhythm, pushing against her, his cock ached, sliding through her hands, the head brushing between her legs as he pushed in, she held firmly to his shaft as he pulled back - their bodies getting lost in a rhythm. He had one arm around her, holding her throat, her head back against him, his breath hot on her neck - his other hand firmly admiring his work on her bottom, he felt the hot welts from his strap . . . He grabbed her hard, squeezing - she moaned, pushing back against him - he grabbed her again, harder, she moaned louder - they were . . .
In heat . . .
Primal . . .
"Not yet!", . . . .
He released her and stood up . . .
