BDSM SEX Story: My Submissive Turns the Tables on Me ♕

My Inner Submissive Finds Her Master in My Own Personal BDSM Sex Story

 

Normally, in a BDSM sex story of mine, I’m the one to lead, to control, to dictate how things are to go between myself and the man before me. Normally. But I’ve also stated on several occasions before that if a man is strong enough, is a true alpha male, then I would bend to his will, and that I would give him my submission if he had truly earned it. Was worthy of it. And in doing so, become the Submissive to my Master.

That being said, I’ve gotta say, I didn’t see it coming. He was supposed to be the submissive. Bending to the will of his Mistress. And he did… at first. But he must have seen something in my eyes as I watched him partake in part of his little “gift”. I had his reward tied to the four-poster bed, stripped bare and splayed out for him to do whatever he desired. To take his pleasure is any and all ways. I knew that he liked to let this part of him out from time to time. Furthermore, I liked witnessing it as well.

I Watched my BDSM Sex Story unfold, watched him take his pleasure from her flesh – but his eyes never wavered from mine.

Something unspoken was passing between us. Something that I feared would change everything. But that fear was equally laced with excitement, need, and desire. And the desire was quickly overruling the fear.

After he finished with his gift, he found me in the kitchen, apparently seeking me out. He stalked right up to me, forcing me to step back against the counter. I could feel his heat radiating from every pore. I could also feel his hard cock pressing against my belly.

“You liked watching me do those things to her, didn’t you?”

I couldn’t deny his observation – the scent of my drenched panties was a dead giveaway. And yes, watching him take her so forcefully had done that to me. With the sweet scent of my juices heavy in the air, I could only agree to what he knowingly called me out on. The single word “yes” was the only thing that escaped my lips with a hiss.

I watched a heated smile slowly grow across his face. He, in turn, replied with only one word as well.

“Good.”

My once Submissive then twirled me around and pushed me back onto the table.

As my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, he pressed his body down on me, his weight a delicious sensation. That’s when I felt his lips against my ear. Whispering, he informed me that the Mistress was not only going to be the submissive but was now the slave. And he was now the Master. No undertone of blackmail or coercion tainted his words as he simply stated a fact.

 

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