Switch: Exploring Boundaries Once The Roles Are Switched

By Chloe Jones

"Come here," I say. I haven't felt the urge to raise my voice; the soft whisper conveys authority, not the angry shout.

She stands in front of me, tied and collared and turned on. I don't give a damn what the next part of my plan was. I have to have her. She becomes as optional as air. There is no way I'm not going to give the woman I love the pleasure she deserves.

We're just an ordinary young couple with just one difference. We're both switches, we both quite happily dominate or submit as our moods take us.

And it isn't the brutal, harsh, loveless domination either. Sure, I'll spank her ass until it's red raw, or even bleeding. But once I've dominated her all night, taken her to the edge of her safe word multiple times, I'll always kiss her good night after.

I love her, I really do. We just love restraining each other and making each other submit to the other's desire. This is how the switch lifestyle works.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SABooks
• Release date: Aug 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005797225

Chloe Jones

Juliana Jones is a writer of fantasy and speculative fiction. She lives in a house with too many plants and likes to collect and create art of all kinds. Themes in her work include the relationship between humans and nature, loving across differences, and vengeance.

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Chapter 1

I love this wonderful, warm sexy woman who touches my soul as easily as my skin. It's my full-time obsession to be her lover, mostly because she's full of surprises.

This time she is asking me a favor, not something I'm always into but something she likes and wants us to share.

My place, my domain. I suppose it's symmetry, both in and out of our respective comfort zones simultaneously. I looked around, tidied up as something to do, and then prepared.

She wouldn't find it exciting if she knew what to expect, so I borrowed a couple of her favorite novels, premium grade girly porn. She did give me a hint, though, folded the corners of sections she found particularly sexy or had things she thought we could try.

I had to read some of those books one-handed at various points, I will admit. Not your vampire bullshit; her taste for erotica gives my sexy ideas sexy ideas.

That said, there were pages marked by the whim of her fantasy that were past boundaries I hadn't really pushed before. Perhaps not, at least not the first time.

I went back and forth. It reminded me of when we first dated, trying to get everything perfect and impress her.

I did something stupid and looked for advice on the internet. I got myself all turned around thinking about accessories and things to tie her up with.

But it isn't about whips and chains for her; it's about letting go of the control she has to hold everywhere else, being liberated at her most subjugated. Because why fuck and then cuddle when you can play with psyches?

I reminded myself that if she wanted me in charge, we were doing this my way. I put my foot down... Silently, alone in my flat.

In the end, it didn't make a difference. She loves me without pretense or props. I didn't break the bank on leather and chains, though a little rainy day money became a couple of things I could think of a use for.

As far as I went, I kept my usual jeans but swapped out my t-shirt for something with a collar, formal occasion and all. Shower and a clean shave; she will be here any minute now.

Any minute now...

I stood in the living room and lit a few candles; chicks love candles. I decided as far as being her master went... I don't want to control her 24/7. She has better ideas than me, and we haven't tried most of them yet.

But when she asks me for this, she's giving me the keys to her sexy side; I'm happy to drive her anywhere she wants to go, but I will return them when we finish.

I have a very rough plan in so far as I put a couple of things ready in the living room and another couple prepared in the bedroom.

Some things we have tried, I don't mind tying her hands to something before I go down on her, backseat driving is rude, and she tends to pull hair at the pivotal moment, sometimes unintentionally.

She doesn't like cuffs; more specifically, she doesn't like bruised wrists and ankles, so we have soft leather ties with enough give to be comfortable writhing in.

We had these little talks over weeks; she seduced me to the idea of teasing me with tales about old girlfriends and funny moments. Little looks that show me what she's just teasing me with and what really turns her on.

I didn't want to hear about boyfriends too much. Not that I'm overly jealous. Everyone is a little bit jealous, but we've had those conversations before. There is a good reason she is with me rather than any of them, and one of her reasons for being with me is because I'm a lover, not a fighter; I prefer board games to head games.

Plus, of course, it meant she had more time to tell me about her bi side, another little facet she kept a secret until the time was right to leave it in a prominent place in my fantasies. Not that threesomes are the be all and end all, and it's not because I want to fuck two women for my ego. Anyone who doesn't get why a 100% more beautiful naked woman is a plus in a fantasy can't count. And the thought of seeing her indulging herself that way with a woman keeps me warm on cold mornings... Except for when we keep each other warm on cold mornings.

She's here...

A little too much stress in our lives these past weeks; I only gave her warning when she was on the way from work. Never underestimate the element of surprise in romance. I guess a part of it was so neither of us had time to overthink it, I'm nervous, but it's the same nerves you get the first time you do something new and exciting. The same nerves I got the first time I kissed her.

She's at the door before I can fluff my line. I open it for her, invite her in with a smile, standing aside for her.

So very beautiful, this woman whose kinks and fantasies I'm borrowing for the evening, so very difficult not to scoop up into a hug. She seems stressed and tired; I can almost feel the little aches of a long shift. I wonder if she's really up for this tonight, but then she came right here...

She did exactly as I told her and kept silent, ready to start immediately. I didn't want to give her time to prepare for this, worry over what she's asking of her boyfriend, and call it off for my sake. So very considerate, this woman I love.

I consider her for a moment as I close the door, as she waits to see if I'm the one she can give herself to entirely and trust me to keep her safe.

Dressed for work, branded t-shirt and jeans under her coat, trainers for comfort, and everyday underwear. As much as I enjoy her erotic

display, she's in my hands tonight; she only needs to bring herself.

She's