I let my sub dom me

A few days ago, he mentioned that he hasn’t always been the perfect little baby boy he is with me. In fact, he had dommed another girl online not too long ago and had her doing all sorts of depraved things in the middle of the workday. During meetings, even.

A switch?! Yes, I know, we all contain multitudes but from the very beginning he and I have had the perfect mommy/baby boy dynamic. So much so, I couldn’t imagine him being anything but submissive with me or anyone. Maybe I didn’t want to. I’m no stranger to kink, but with rare exception I’ve always been the submissive. So lately I’ve really been enjoying my role as a mommydom to a host of younger men.

But I couldn’t get the thought out of my head that he might be really good at it. Like, if he is a switch, and he’s so good to his mommy (and I mean, SO good), who’s knows? Maybe he’d be equally skilled as a dom?

Well tonight my theory was proven. We were texting and started fantasizing about being at a fancy beach resort together. I asked if he would try to take advantage if I got a little tipsy after one too many margaritas and hinted that I wouldn’t mind if the mean version of him came out for just one night. I’d let him take out all of his frustrations on me, I said.

That was all the permission he needed to completely flip the script. My sweet, subby boy turned into a depraved dom who started talking about all the sick things he had been thinking about doing to me. I was turned on by how graphic his descriptions were but tried to play it cool. He told me he knew I really wanted to submit myself to him. “Ever since I told me about the other girl you’ve wanted this haven’t you?”, he teased.

Well, yes, but fuck! I thought I was the one in charge here and just a few texts about how he wants to use me like a cum dumpster and I’m back to my old submissive self?

I felt like a fraud. I’d invested so much time and energy into being the perfect mommy for this guy and now he’s about to flip me like a cheap mattress. But while my power slipped away, I felt it being replaced by that warm familiar feeling when he started saying just the right things.

“Tell me you understand.” “I asked you a question.” “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

For the next two hours he mind fucked me so hard I ended up on the bathroom floor with a plug in my ass, riding on a huge dildo while declaring out loud that he now owns my pussy. And this was only after I sent multiple voice notes begging him to let me cum.

At one point I did think about stopping. Or even trying to flip the script back and regain some ground. But the truth is, I wanted this. Just like he knew I would. And I was just as happy letting him make me into a sloppy mess on the bathroom floor as I ever was when the roles were reversed.

His last instruction of the night was that I write about the whole experience and post it on Reddit, the place where he first found me.

“Welcome to our new dynamic.” he said. “Post it, send it me, then you can go sleep. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

xx