Ramblings of a playful girl

Playing sub

Have I ever mentioned that I’m playful? I’m pretty game, really. A few weekends ago, we were at Boy Toy’s shooting the shit with some friends, drinking shots and getting ready to go out. Partying, like we usually do. I don’t remember exactly how it came to be, but A, one of our female friends, ended up with a leash and jokingly attached it to the collar of my top.

I instantly went into sub mode.

My whole attitude spoke of submission. She didn’t seem very used to being a Domme, but she played along. She walked me around for a bit. Then we went back to where our friends were and we just hung out there, her sitting on a stool and me standing next to her, eyes downcast, hands behind my back and just generally well-behaved.

The others were just watching us, amused. Especially Boy Toy. I could practically see the little gears turning in his head. Then he came up behind me and slapped my ass. I immediately reported this to A, telling her that someone else than her was touching me. Our friend C thought this was quite good sub behavior and commented on it.

Boy Toy said something I didn’t quite hear, and went to the bathroom. Of course, I had to ask our friends what he had said: “She’s just showing me how it should be done.”

This little charade went on for a bit, with A walking me around, telling me what to do, and me obeying. After a while, she gave M the leash and he gave it to me. I took it and ran with it. It was quite funny, really. Picture a dog finally finding its freedom. I ran in circles, laughed and took the leash off. I wasn’t a sub anymore.

Of course, the whole thing was just a game, but apparently I was pretty impressive. Our friend C mentioned it again last night, and that’s what got me to thinking about the incident again. What C told me last night is this: the time I impressed him the most was when I was A’s sub. Isn’t that funny?

But I believe him, I remember the look on his face when he saw me being such a well-behaved girl. Like he saw me under a whole new light. He’s submissive himself, but that evening he said he wanted one like me.

Who knew I was so good at this? But it got me thinking, am I really a sub playing a Domme?

Nahhhhh. I love playing with my Boy Toy too much, and I can’t (and don’t want to) take pain at all. I know, I know, it’s not all just about pain… But I know the attraction of having someone DO things to you. It’s hot, it really is. However, I really don’t want to go beyond that. I think I’d just get pissed.

Submit this content to FetSpank.com

Category: Experiences, Ramblings | 4 Comments »

4 Responses

  1. Nolens Volens Says:

    Leading by example…or in your case, being lead by example…is good for everyone involved. ;)

  2. Elle Says:

    Heh. I’m not sure he picked up any of my good behavior :P

  3. roo-roo Says:

    I think that something short and intense is different than something long and sustainable, whether it’s submission or anything else. Would you want someone who is the perfect sub? Someone who always does what you say instantly and without question, someone who never challenges your orders, never has a smartass moment? Personally, I think that would be bland. That’s not to say I advocate total brattiness, but there’s a lot of gray area between the two extremes.

  4. Elle Says:

    roo-roo: very sensible, as usual. Of course I cherish his brattiness. I guess I just like to question things and worry about stuff ;)

Leave a Comment

Please note: Comment moderation is enabled and may delay your comment. There is no need to resubmit your comment.