A Reckoning Force

My switchy tendencies…and how I am hard to top…

Let me start by saying…I am a very strong willed woman. Those who truly know me…know this…

Few on this planet can effectively top me. In fact, I can count them on one hand. I essentially am a switch. I am 100% switch. This means I give all when I am a dominant and relinquish all control as a sub. I enjoy being a dominant just as much as I enjoy being a sub…

With that said…

It takes a very special individual to be able to top me even more so to dominate me. To top me, an individual has to come at me with a reckoning force that can rival my own.

If I don’t feel a power exchange…If I don’t feel that you can over power me, it will not happen.

I enjoy a battle of wills. I enjoy the power exchange. If I hold the cards. If I hold all of the power and you can not take it from me (or I do not give it to you), you will never win me as a bottom or a sub…

For me, I have to have a top or a Domme/Dom that can indulge that dynamic of the power exchange for it to work. They have to have an air of command about them that I respect. If I think I have ANY control over you, it will not happen.

I enjoy the play. I enjoy the flogging, paddling, etc. It is all fun. However, NONE of it is worth anything to me if the power exchange is not there. I don’t play with anyone for the sake of playing. It isn’t just about the play. It is about me relinquishing control.

I get approached by those who would like to top me. They have bragged about their various skills. Bragging does nothing for me. I have to feel that connection. I have to sense that confidence. I have to see your experience in your eyes. I have to know that when you look at me you are in control…even if we are not playing in the moment. I have to see that air of commanding confidence that rivals the strength of mine and challenges me.

To top me is not about how well you throw a whip. Although I do expect skills from the sadist with whom I play. To top me is to command my submission to your treatments with a look. I am cunning. I am clever. I will outwit many and make many yield to me from walking in the room and giving them that “look”. Force me into submission with your will…but it better be stronger than mine….because I will know if you are weaker than me…

You think you can top me? Am I to submit to you? Heh…make me…

You may have skills but being a dominant to me requires more than the ability to flog, whip, or paddle…It requires a deeper sense of worth, strength, and confidence…I require that from any Domme/Dom…a reckoning force…

J and the River

Younger boys are quite appealing. They have stamina, endurance, and bend in interesting ways. Many are terribly immature. Fortunately I am currently dating a younger boy who is far more mature than the rest…but that is another story. This story is about J. He approached me on an online dating site sending me a well thought out and polite message. I thought he was attractive but nearly dismissed him due to his age. He was polite and an intellectual. I find intelligence sexy. We text each other for a few days and seemed to hit it off well. We schedule a date.

I meet him at a local bar and burger joint. I am not much of a burger person but indulge in one of their salads and have a rum and diet coke. He dives into his burger and beer. He has striking blue eyes, is a bit skinny, but later I find out he is quite strong. Turns out our birthdays are the same. We finish dinner, continue our conversation, and decide to head out to the river and watch the boats sail by.

It is a bit chilly outside. It is early October and the night is a bit cool. We snuggle into each other. He kisses me and we move in a bit closer. His hands start roaming. I am very attracted to him and allow him to proceed up my skirt. At this point, I had NEVER had sex on a first date. Things continue to progress and get rather hot…

He lays down his coat and I lie on top of it. He lies on top of me…whispers in my ear and says, “I wanna take you here.” this excited me and he removes my panties. We have sex in at least 3 positions on the side of the river lying on cobblestones. The dry grass that had now become straw breached the stones on which we coupled. The sex was intense and quite enjoyable. I knew if we were caught we were likely to be arrested. We were not far from one of the local police stations.

After we finished…

I quickly put myself back in order. He held and kissed me softly. We went to a local 24 hour diner and had a bit of breakfast. It was approximately 2 am and a weeknight at that. He went back over our evening and laughed as we slowly pulled pieces straw out of my hair. He then informed me that we entertained 2 homeless men and a couple of late night joggers gave him a “thumbs up” at one point. I was quite embarrassed by all of that. I had never had sex on a first date! I have had sex in public areas prior to that moment, but it was always a bit more discreet and without an audience!

We had good chemistry. It was fun while it lasted but he had poly relationship issues with his girlfriend and things could not progress with us. He later contacted me again saying things were different. They weren’t. He said he wanted me to be a submissive to him. We started to make plans. Come to find out, he is not poly. He is strictly casual sex which would have been fine with me had he not presented himself as otherwise. He was not honest. We do not talk now. He handled things in an immature manner. His lack of life experience was showing. I hated the way things ended, but he is using BDSM as a way to get laid…to convince girls he is an experienced Dominant when he has no clue as to what he is doing…

Bad ending…but that does not negate the fun nights we did share. We had lovely moments. I will always remember my night with J and the river…I was pulling straw out of my hair for days…and would smile…

Thank you for Reading,

Melliscious xx