Switched....?

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He was pulling just a little hard on his leash, I could just feel it in my latex wrapped grip, normally it would upset me but on this occasion it made me smile. Like he'd picked uo a great scent, he was excited to be in his favourite place....  Taking me to an Event was just as much a pleasure for me as it was for buddy.

He knew where he was heading but I was still taking him there.

Down the last few steps into the dungeon there are some cages on the left reserved for puppy play.

Like he'd found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, his eyes lit up and he accidently headbutted my fishnet clad thigh as he looked round to gaze gratefully into my eyes.

We were looking at a human puppies in a playpen literally playing with a toy and climbing over each other whilst their owners looked on for a caring before turning away to an evening of BDSM debauchery.

You could enter into the first part of the pen and call out any of the puppies and have a play with with them in a special play area. There were treats and you could play fetch... Thr world was your oyster. 

Once I'd checked buddy was safe I turned on my heel and headed for the slave market.  I loved going there. I never knew what was coming through and I could at a whim choose my slave for the night.

Quick chance to get a drink before the show started and as I walked past the voyeur's window of one of the dungeons, my gaze fell upon a very dapper, powerful, immaculately dressed man,  waist coat and cufflinks, clean shaven.  Such a collection of whips behind him, the like I'd never seen.

In front of him was his assesment, his quest, his submissive. She was positioned over a flogging bench and the most gorgeous beautiful red cheeks.

Like a fire player in a circus he performed with his cat and nine tails and paddles and his canes.

He only had eyes for her. With each lash he dealt, some hard, some soft, her head would jolt up, or her legs would quiver, but her eyes closed with an exhale and a ***ful pleasure.  I too take a long time to warm up with my bottom toys and I too am very caring, so I could certainly tune into him. 

Between most lashes he would stroke her buttocks and whisper things in her ear.... I could only imagine what he was saying.... Was it anything like what I say to my boys? Id often say "everything is going to be ok", " I'm here for you" "baby girl, hoe pink is your bottom" "I should slide my finger between your thighs and check how wet you are, see how immersed you are"... What? Ive never actually said that to a boy before, what was I thinking? But for some reason I had a feeling I should have MY panties checked for dampness. Yes me! I appeared to be immersing myself into this show of true D/s  dynamic... I wanted to be there on that spanking bench, under the power of a TRUE Dom. Not  some of the excuses for Dom's I've seen about,, but someone experienced....someone passionate, patient, caring and strict. 

I was confused, I've known Dom's, I've respected Dom's, but this was different, I wanted to submit to him. Never had I wanted to submit to anyone before. I wanted to be the girl on the bench. I wanted ti be his subject, his muse, his prize.

Suddenly I realised he was packing up his amazing array of bottom blushers.  He turned and knelt down and uncuffed her feet from her shackles.  Straightening his waist coat on the way up he leant forward and stroked her beautiful blonde locks, exposing an ear and whisperinf to her as his hands found her handcuffs and released her.

He spun her round and kissed her deeply and she threw her arms around his neck and engaged so deeply into the kiss, their tongues could get lost.

He clasped her buttocks with such passion, she waa able to throw her legs around his waist...

He gently walked her towards the whipping bench, surely still warm from the recent arousal and laid her back on it. He took his waist coat and his shirt off whilst locking onto her gaze the whole time....

I slippes passed the wimdow imto the doorway.... I couldnt believe the door was open, but I kmew what it meant...

I watched as he kissed her juices and showed such expertise with his fingers he made her gush all down the bench....right there in front of me.

A noise captured my attention my attention and my gaze was averted to a bell being rung  to signify the start of the slave market. Oh what fun... What shall I buy tonight? What shall, I do with it? 

I sought more composure as I dealt with these strange feelings amd tried to hide the spring in my step....

Is it really possible to make Miss Kitty switch? It was certainly as clear as day that the idea made me twitch...

I think I'll bid on a female this evening....