I'm a switch 😎
🎨: psyfly

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I'm a switch 😎
🎨: psyfly
What’s your favorite scary movie?
Drinking grapefruit soju and there's no one here to take advantage of me being tipsy?
OR ALTERNATIVELY
No femme getting squirmy in my lap for me to kiss and then pin underneath me?
Rude.
ok so this has to be said out loud from the bottom of my heart
I need someone to sit in my lap, back against my chest, head resting against my shoulder, legs outside of mine. I need to run my hands all over them and nibble at their ear and neck and shoulder. I need them to plead with need and put my hand between their legs with their own, for them to idly hold onto my hand while I play with them. I want to feel their pulse rise as we get into it, their breathing getting heavier, for them to not be able to hold back the moans and for their muscles to tense involuntarily at the sensation of getting closer, their legs clamping together trapping my hand. I want to force their legs apart with my own, to put my free hand over their mouth, and bring them over the edge for me. I want them giggling and shaking in my lap, becoming limp against me as I make out with them and tell them they were so good for me
Have you ever been hypnotised to hypnotised someone else?
Okay I actually have and it's not always been great. So wayyyy back in the day my first ever switching experience was a little forced on me through a suggestion to be more dominant and I didn't love it, so don't recommend doing this type of play in that way but...
Now I'm more confident in my switchyness and my ability to do hypnosis I think this type of play would go hard in the right situation and not just, "*snaps fingers* now dominate me." I had a friend once listen to a file I made after we had a session and they said something like "I heard some of the words I put in your head in that audio" and I lost the plot because wow. They were right and when I heard it, it was undeniable the impact. It was such a hot idea that somehow they had been so influential on my mind that it made it into an audio I was working on.
I think, if I was doing a switch scene where it was like a "I'm recruiting you as my brainwashed thrall who's job it is to brainwash this willing participant to join you in your helpless obedience to me" type thing, show them how good it is to be obedient too, I'd be very into it. Especially because I also know the power of my own trance face so being able to mix my switchyness, plus my love of being a submissive whos useful and helpful PLUS like I'm going to be the best little brainwashed brainwasher I can be yay! I dunno, I think that's my ideal hypnotized to hypnotize scenario.
I will also say on this topic of hypnotized to hypnotize. Please, everyone my PSA for the day is do not force people to switch if they don't want to. All my scenes where I have been made to switch into my dominant space by force were awful and or put me off switching into that headspace for a while until it was on my own terms and much more enjoyable. While it's hot to have the perception of having a choice forced on you sometimes it should always be something that's talked about and green lit on both sides, plus come with an out in case it isn't as fun as it is on paper.
Tied up for me 💜 (slight bondage smut)
I find myself giddy with happiness sitting in Daddy’s lap while we listen to a book together. I can’t help but admire his handsome features as I sit facing him, straddling him in a mostly innocent way. I feel his strong hands on my body. They’re softly, almost mindlessly grazing across the soft skin of my back as his gaze stays trained on my own. The need for physical contact always so strong with both of us. These moments continuously set my heart alight with happiness, I swear it is like he was made for me. The other part of my soul.
We always have been able to just sit and exist with each other, admiring the other without any strange awkwardness that comes from looking at each other in silence for too long. It is absolute bliss being this close to him, impossible not to feel so cherished and adored.
Today, I have some devious plans to sweetly torture my daddy though. I want to own him, to tease him and see him fall apart for me, well in me if I’m being honest. But I’ll have to be patient with that one. I know that being patient for like maybe the second time in my life will be worth it. To watch him fall apart for me and to know that I’ll be there to catch the sweet pieces of him and put him back together gently when I’m done playing, it’ll be worth it. It’ll be beautiful. As beautiful and as lovely as he is.
Daddy doesn’t know that I’ve set a restraint system under the seat that he’s sitting on. He doesn’t know that I have a few toys hidden in the coffee table drawer, and he also doesn’t know that this book we’re listening to will get a little bit spicy in about 3 minutes.
I start running my nails softly up and down his forearms, watching as I see the soft pleasure in his eyes. This is normal, nothing to see here Daddy, I think to myself. I’m so thankful he can’t hear my inner thoughts right now. I slowly extend the reach of my light scratching on his arms, reaching to pull his hands into mine. Looking at his hands and holding them in my own before I raise our arms and pull his hands behind his head, so that it looks like he’s just interlocking his fingers, his elbows pointed at either side of his head. “mm baby girl what are you up to” he says in his deep, sensual voice. This alone makes my core heat, and I fight the instinct to grind myself into his lap. Instead, I raise myself up, knees sinking into the couch on each side of him, high enough so that my mouth is near his ear while I’m holding his hands behind his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about daddy, I just want to feel you” I whisper in his ear, as I press my body against his warmed chest.
I grab the restraints from behind the pillow and gently place it around his wrists feeling him tense a little under me as I work on the second one and he realizes what I’m doing. Sitting back down into his lap I look at him and smile, admiring the way he looks when he’s tied up for me. I watch as he wriggles his fingers and tests the hold the straps have on him. He tries to raise his hands over his head, but the system is set so that he can’t raise them more than two inches. Mmhmm, that’s right daddy. You’re not going anywhere; I think to myself. Feeling more emboldened by the way his eyes darken. He lets out a low, frustrated growl and I can’t help but smirk.
The book is still playing, but I’m not sure if he’s paying attention anymore. The spicy scene has started. So, like the one I’ve set up here. It really is just perfect. Except the roles are a little bit reversed in the book, as her Master is the one tying her to a bench and he is getting ready to punish her. I don’t want to punish my Daddy though; I want to pleasure him and make him growl my name when he comes for me.
I lean back into my daddy and pull the collar of the shirt he is wearing down, so that I can kiss his chest, his collar bone and up his neck. Soft little kisses, explorative kisses. I can never get enough of exploring his body. I kiss my way back down his neck, smiling against his skin as he presses his hips up into me and I bite down, hard enough to leave my mark. He exhales sharply as his whole-body tenses under me. I moan softly at the feel of his hips pressing into me and kiss over the bite mark, taking away some of the sting. I rise to kiss his beautiful lips, to savor his taste before sliding down his body, positioning myself on the floor, on my knees in between his legs.
I scratch up and down his outer thighs while staring into his eyes. “I just want to play daddy” I say, watching him try to move his hands again. “You can struggle all you want with those; you won’t be getting free until I decide and that won’t be for a while”. He looks down at me “you’ll pay for this baby girl, when I am free, you’ll pay for it”. “I’m counting on it daddy” I taunt, as I place my hands on his knees and push his legs open wider for me to scratch his inner thighs. I kiss my way up his leg, scraping my teeth along the areas with exposed skin. “hmm daddy, I think you might have too many clothes on for me to play how I want. Tsk tsk, I guess I’ll have to fix that”. I reach behind me and grab my pink knife out of the drawer, flipping it open in front of me and licking along the blade while he stares at me intently. “Baby girl baby girl. You are being naughty right now, you just wait until I get my turn to toy with you”. I don’t respond as I turn the knife to graze along his skin where my lips just were, watching goosebumps raise on his skin. Then, I’m slicing through his shorts, up up, all the way to the waist of his shorts. The knife cuts like butter, exposing more of his skin. His breathing has picked up, I can see the rise and fall of his chest with his quickened breaths. I grip the shirt he is wearing and carefully make a cut at the bottom, enough to make tearing it off of him easier when I need to feel more of him.
I set the knife down behind me and resume my kisses up his thigh. I pause every now and then to bite and then lick where I’ve bitten. I’m gripping his dick in my hand, applying pressure with each bite I give to his thighs. Feeling how he swells in my hand as I mark him as mine. He’s squirming and moaning for me. Growling with each bite. I switch back to kissing softly and reach down to pull the ankle straps from under the couch. I apply the straps to his ankles and then attach the spreader bar. “you’re mine, Daddy” I say. “Completely at my mercy.” He realizes what I’ve done, seeing that he is strapped down and unable to fully buck his hips up into me because the bar won’t allow too much movement. “fuck” he groans under his breath.
I lick up the length of his hardened dick, gripping his thigh in my left hand, staring up at him and moaning at the taste of precum dripping down his beautiful dick. I lick down his shaft, reaching his balls and firmly pressing my tongue into them, swirling and sucking them into my mouth, enjoying the feel, enjoying the taste, the smell of him, but most of all, enjoying how my daddy is squirming, desperately wanting more. “What is it daddy? What do you need?” I pause long enough to say before resuming my licking and sucking as my hand moves up and down his shaft. He groans but doesn’t speak. “Use your words daddy” I say, my tone firm and authoritative. “Fuck. I want to feel your mouth baby girl. Take me in your mouth”. I happily oblige, swirling my tongue around the tip of his dick I suddenly take him to the back of my throat, holding him in my mouth and moaning around him, loving the way his cock twitches for me.
I’m in love with the pleasure I know that I’m bringing him. I start bobbing my head up and down, adding my hand to help keep the pressure for him, hearing the slurping sounds getting louder and more frequent. Feeling my saliva coat my hands and his dick. I take him all the way in again, swallowing around the head of his dick and hear him curse. I want him to come for me. Fuck, I need to taste him. I quicken my pace, sucking hard, keeping a steady pace, knowing he won’t be able to resist coming undone for me, even if he wanted to. I grip his balls and squeeze gently, adding more pressure as I feel them tighten for me, “I’m going to come, fuck I’m going to come” he pants for me, and it urges me on. Suddenly he’s coming in my mouth, and I don’t stop sucking. I don’t stop bobbing my head up and down. My daddy tastes so good, I can’t help moaning as I feel the hot spurts of his come against my tongue. It takes everything in me not to swallow all of his come down. But I don’t want to be selfish. I want to share with daddy.
I lean back, sitting on my heels as his breathing starts to calm. I’m smiling at him as I open my mouth and show him my tongue full of his come. He groans and I climb up his body, placing my hand around his throat, squeezing firmly. “open” I command, and he listens immediately, so obedient for me. I let the mixture of come and saliva slide out of my mouth, creating a long stream flowing down, it falls perfectly into his beautiful mouth, and I feel myself dripping as I watch him take it all for me. I lean in to kiss him, to taste him. To swap his come back and forth between us. We are kissing each other so hungrily, so passionately, sharing his taste. I find myself grinding on his already hardening dick. Fuck, this man makes me feel so feral. I’m never letting him go. His kisses make my skin heat, and I need to feel him inside of me. I pull back and grip his throat tighter “you’re so fucking hot daddy, you drive me crazy”. “I can feel your wetness dripping on me baby girl, I can’t wait to feel your warmth”. He’s smiling at me. Knowing how badly I need him. I lean back, twisting in his lap and grab the vibrating wand I had stashed in the drawer of the coffee table. I sit on his dick, just letting it rest against my pussy lips. Slowly grinding up and down the length of him, unable to stop myself from watching the way my wetness combines with the remnants of his come and my saliva.
I turn the wand on and press it against my clit, tensing at the feel and feeling my hips grind more frantically against him. Switching from watching his handsome face and the way he’s trying to get his hands free to watching how perfect we move together. “Let me feel you” he growls in demand. I laugh softly, “nuh uh daddy. Beg for me. Beg to feel me”. He growls and attempts to thrust his hips, but he can barely move with the restraints. I grip his throat again and stare into his eyes as my hips continue grinding “I said beg daddy, don’t make me repeat myself”. He sucks in a breath, and I see his eyes glaze over “please baby girl, let me feel you. I need to come inside of you. I know you need it too”. He sounds so sweet and desperate, I can’t resist. I lift myself, positioning him at my entrance and settle down, taking him all the way in, in one movement. Fuck he feels so damn good, I squeak as he fills me. I press the wand firmly on my clit as I slowly move up and down his shaft, relishing the feel of gripping him inside of me. I, fuck I’m going to come already. I lean into him, seeking out his lips, needing to kiss him. I rest the wand between our bodies, still feeling the vibrations as he feels me and tear at his shirt where I sliced it earlier. A frenzied, primal need coming over me as it rips up easily, exposing his chest to me and I’m able to press my body into him, the warmth of the contact making me dizzy with desire. “Fuck daddy” I pant. “I’m going to come all over you, fuck fuck fuck”. I’m coming on his dick. Squeezing him with my orgasm and moaning into his frantic kisses. I can’t help the giggles that come out of me when I come down from the orgasm. I move the wand away from my clit and giggle as I kiss him softly, enjoying the feel of him still inside of me.
I love knowing that he’s still getting pleasure from my laughing, love knowing that with each laugh he feels me squeeze him tighter, I love knowing that this is pushing him towards the edge again. But this time, I want to come with him. I crave coming with him.
“Daddy, I need you to come with me” I half demand half beg, moving back to brace my hand against the coffee table behind me. Exposing my center with him filling me so he can see the wetness covering his lap from my orgasm. He growls and I know I’m making him feral by letting him see. I continue bracing myself with one hand as I lean back, ensuring he has the perfect view of our bodies connecting. I grab the wand and slide out enough to place the wand at the base of his cock, turning it on, I feel his body jerk and his dick twitch inside of me. “You’re going to be good and come for me daddy. You’re going to come with me”. I’m breathless as I speak, I can feel the vibrations running up his shaft and inside of me. I know this has to feel incredible for him too. I’m almost ready to come myself, just feeling his eyes on me. My skin is on fire and fuck I need him more than anything right now. I start rocking my hips, focused on his face, focused on his growls, the vibrations, the thickness of him inside of me, the angle. Everything is perfect. His growling is more frantic and I know he’s close.
“Five”
He’s panting and trying to buck his hips.
“Four”
“don’t you dare come yet daddy”.
He’s so close. He’s desperately trying to get out of his restraints.
“Three”
Fuck I can’t help but moan and pant desperately. The countdown working on both of us.
“Two”
“daddy” I moan.
“One”
“Fuck fuck, daddy come with me please daddy fill me, breed me, daddy fuck”
He’s growling, his eyes closed, he’s unloading inside of me, the warmth filling me and I’m milking him for everything he’s got. The vibrator making us both moan and squirm.
I toss the vibrator to the side and sit with both hands bracing myself on the coffee table as we both pant and try to catch our breaths. I’m dizzy from the pleasure. And I lean forward, keeping his dick inside of me to snuggle into his chest and listen to the beat of his heart calm down.
“baby girl” I feel the rumble in his chest as he speaks.
“Yes, Daddy?” I reply. “I’m not done with you,” he says, and I look up at him in confusion. “Well, that’s not up to you, is it, Daddy?” I taunt him, smiling at him. “Oh, but it is,” he’s smiling so wickedly, I feel myself blush and get butterflies in my stomach. I watch in a trance as his arms come down and he grips my hips in his large hands. “Oh fuck” I squeal and try to move, but it's too late. He’s caught me. How the hell did he get out of the restraints? He laughs darkly, “What was that you said about begging earlier, my naughty toy?” “No, Daddy, I..i didn’t say anything”. His grip tightens, and I moan from the sweet pain in my hips, hoping it’ll bruise, and I’ll see the marks of his fingers. “You will be begging for me, baby girl. But you’ll be begging me to stop, and you know I won’t be stopping until I’ve had my fill,” he growls, and I moan.
Is it wrong to want to fuck you just being your an Asian fuck doll?
I’m not sure whether you are saying that you want to fuck me OR are offering to be my Asian fuck doll, but I’m down for both
Pinned ya again