There is a very inspiring set of pictures as a prompt for this week’s #MasturbationMonday. It made me think. Usually, I don’t take pictures of the dicks of men I’m with, but there are a few exceptions. One was when I wrote about His and Her Piercing.

But that’s not the point. I ‘m usually very submissive, in a bratty kind of way. The control freak inside of me will fight to the end, but gladly submit when truly given no other choice. That’s when the real me comes out.

And, yet, when I saw his piercing, I was so turned on that another side of me emerged. His piercing made him vulnerable. What if I tugged on it? Would it hurt? Even when I gave him a nice blow job, feeling his piercing pushing inside my mouth, I could not resist squeezing my lips gently around his head and piercing, as he pulled his hard cock out. His vulnerability gave me power that I had never experienced that way before.

Something came over me, triggered by the feeling of power, that I cannot really explain. I had in my suitcase a hook that comes in handy from time to time. Now it really came in handy. I asked him to wait for a second while he was lying on the bed. In a flash, I returned to him. His eyes were closed, he was not paying attention to what I was doing.

I’m sure he could feel that I was playing with his piercing. Trying to get another erection out of him after he unloaded his spunk in my mouth just a few minutes earlier. Attaching his piercing to my ‘leash’ was more intended to be fun, I didn’t think too much of it. I did it without asking him, knowing that I may get punished for my mischief.

Continuing to lick up his shaft, he paid no attention to his new attachment. I’m sure he was just enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. He deserved it and I didn’t want to interrupt him. He was about to fall asleep and all my attempts to keep him awake seemed to serve only the opposite effect.

I just needed to know how he would react. Part of me wanted to be punished, part of me was just curious. So, I began to pull on my little leash. Very gently. I had no idea how sensitive his piercing was.

That did the trick. He sat up, looking first at me, and then at his cock. It was still flacid, but coming back to life. Nervous as hell about his reaction, we looked at each other. I couldn’t wait for his reaction. He didn’t say a word, which was probably better than screaming at me for what I had done.

“So that’s what you do when I don’t look.” He stood up. “Then let’s see if you can handle me.” He challenged me to take the leash and force him to follow me. That was not the reaction I had expected.

Now I found myself holding a short leash in my hand, attached to his most sensitive part.. He had no way to escape. I could hurt him, be gentle, or anything in between. He had not choice but to follow my lead, no pun intended.

The feeling of power rushed into my head. Here was a man, twice my size, I was the submissive, and yet had all the power in the world over him. It’s an undeniably erotic feeling to have power. To control what happens next. To have a way to command respect just by slightly tugging on a leash. God, I felt like the dominant person was coming out in me. The sight of his cock being held my the leash in my hand was intoxicating.

He followed me around, I was very gentle, like a good submissive. Never before was I in the position of having a man follow me like I was his Mistress. I had no idea what to do. All of a sudden I realized the responsibility that came with being in control. What if he tripped, or I pulled to hard. I didn’t want to hurt him, this was just play. But dangerous play. Play, that I was not prepared for.

Experiencing the power of a dominant was amazing, but at least for me, overwhelming. Just this short episode made me realize how much responsibility a dominant has to care for the submissive. Having power is amazing, but exercising it with care is even more challenging.

I’d rather suck.

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