Was visiting my friend Thomas last night. A nice visit, with a little wine and dancing.
I even showed off enough cleavage to show off my tattoo. Not something I normally do with my want to keep a job.
The clock said 10:15 and my fingernails were playing with the cum I had just allowed him to spill on his own belly. At this point, Thomas decides to tell me that he loves me.
Really?
Thomas. Dude.
I’m your domme. The red welts on your ass are my doing. That penis has yet to be inside me and, massive as it is, after those words it is unlikely to ever visit my pussy.
I wake up this morning and realize just how stupid I was with this. After care is important, but dependent on the sub’s need. I so enjoy the cuddle after a session and even allow my hands to wrap around a guy’s cock or into a girls pussy, but was always thinking of my want at that point.
Thomas is too much sub for me, anyway. I am more switch than true domme, but I play the control part well. First bring the pain and then the pleasure. I throw out these words like switch and domme and the truth is I am only guessing at definitions.
He is a big boy and I thought long and oh so hard about swallowing his cum or even riding him in the end. So very glad I did not or the dude might think we are soul-mates or something.
Not the first time I have had to cut off a playmate like this. Will not likely be the last, either.