I can't believe I haven't tried this before TBH. Pls.
I’ve always been the “top” in every relationship, Like, forever. I genuinely thought that meant I had to be the one calling the shots, holding hips down, being the boss bitch in bed. Every single time. I never questioned it. If I was on top, I was dominant. That was the rule.
Well, last night with my girlfriend Sarah? Fuck, I learned how wrong I was. And I’m still dripping just thinking about it.
So, picture this: I’m usually the one gripping hair and giving orders, but Sarah—my sweet, tiny, absolutely devious girlfriend—has been dropping hints for weeks that she’s a “power bottom.” I’d laugh it off, thinking, “Yeah, yeah, you just like getting fucked hard.”
But no. She means she wants to be under me while owning me. And last night, she decided to prove it with a little “training session.”
She had this look in her eye when I got home. That dark, playful smirk. She told me to strip, and I did it on autopilot, still thinking I was about to have my usual way with her. But then she pulled out this black leather collar—fucking collar—and a leash attached to it. My pussy actually clenched just seeing it. She clicked it around my neck, tight enough that I could feel the weight, and said, “On all fours, pet. Now.”
I swear to god, my knees buckled before my brain even processed it. I’d never been on my hands and knees for anyone like that—naked, ass in the air, face down, the carpet rough against my palms. She walked around me, slow, dragging the leash so I could feel the tug against my throat every time she moved. I was already soaked. Like, embarrassingly soaked. My thighs were sticky before she even touched me.
Then she pulled out the vibrator. Not a little bullet—this thick, curved thing she slipped inside my cunt while I whined like an animal. She didn’t even fuck me with it; she just pushed it deep, clicked it on low, and stepped back. That’s when I saw the remote in her hand.
“Who’s in charge right now?” she asked, her voice casual, like she was asking about the weather.
I hesitated. I actually fucking hesitated because my pride was still clinging on. I mumbled, “I… I am?”
Click.
The vibration ramped up. Hard. My back arched, and I let out this pathetic moan, my elbows shaking. “Wrong answer, pet,” she said, and walked over to tug my leash, pulling my head up so I had to look at her while my pussy throbbed around that toy. “Try again. Who owns this wet little cunt right now?”
I was dripping. Literally dripping onto the floor beneath me, my clit pounding, my whole body shaking from the intensity. I’d never felt so exposed, so used, so fucking turned on in my life. I gasped out, “You… you do,” and she smiled, petting my hair like I was her good puppy.
But then she asked another question. “Have you been thinking about topping me tonight?”
I bit my lip. I had been. I wanted to flip her over, take control. So I whispered, “Yes…”
Click. Buzzzzzz.
“Fuck! Sarah, please—” I was wailing, my hips bucking back involuntarily, trying to grind against nothing, the vibration inside me cranked up so high I could feel it in my teeth. She yanked the leash again, choking me just enough to shut me up.
“Bad girl. You don’t top unless I say. You’re being trained tonight. Understand?”
I nodded frantically, hair stuck to my sweaty face, my pussy clenching so hard around the toy I thought I’d cum right then. But she kept it there, torturing me, asking me questions she knew I’d fail—about who’s the dominant one, about whether I deserve to cum, about how long I’ve wanted to be her little slut pet—and every wrong answer, every hesitation, she’d dial it higher.
I was a mess. Snot, tears, spit dripping from my chin, my cunt absolutely soaked, juice running down my thighs to my knees. I’d never done BDSM before. Never been leashed. Never had someone control my pleasure like a fucking video game while I crawled for them. And the humiliation of it—the fact that I was supposed to be the “top,” supposed to be in charge—made it hotter. I was reduced to an animal, begging with my body, whining when she’d pull the toy out just to deny me for a second, then slamming it back in when I answered correctly.
When she finally let me cum—after I’d admitted out loud, sobbing and shaking, that I was her submissive bitch and I loved it—it hit so hard I collapsed. Face in the carpet, ass up, screaming into the floor while she held the vibrator on max and pulled my leash tight so I couldn’t move away from it. I squirted. I actually fucking squirted everywhere, my pussy convulsing, my whole body jerking like she was electrocuting me through my clit.
After, she unclipped the leash and held me, but I couldn’t stop trembling. I’d never given up control like that. Never realized that being on top doesn’t mean shit if you’ve never had someone truly dominate your mind while you’re on your knees for them. My thighs are still chafed from how wet I was, how long I stayed there dripping and begging.
So yeah. I’m definitely not the “boss” I thought I was. At least not with her. And honestly? My pussy is throbbing right now just telling you about it. I think I need to go text her…
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