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Switch

04.01.2023 by William

Are you more dominant or submissive (or a bit of both)?

I’m surprised that of the 30 questions, I didn’t answer this as the very first one. I guess that’s the problem with being at the bottom of the list.

Well given the title of this blog, Musings of a Switch, I am very much a switch, so I lean both dominant and submissive depending on a number of factors.

I am certain that I am a switch through and through. I have submissive days, and I have dominant days. I am also submissive to people with dominant personalities, and vice versa.

However beyond submissive and dominant days with people of the corresponding personality. There are longer periods of time as well that I feel either submissive or dominant.

At the moment, I am going through a dominant period. My interests currently lie in Caregiver/Little as a nurturing Daddy Dom, and the top role in a number of kinks where I have an interest.

I am unable to immediately switch between the two, mostly it is a gradual process, or evolution of feelings that flows between the two states. Or it comes from a feeling that emerges when I wake up in the morning. There are some days where the two co-exist and I have some submissive traits mixed in with dominant traits.

As for answering the question above, I am both a submissive and a dominant, however at the moment I am leaning more towards the dominant part of the spectrum. Although If I came across a dominant woman who I found attractive, I would become submissive leaning for them.

Respect

23.12.2022 by William

What I am about to write in this post is difficult to share. I am frustrated by a recent chain of events that happened in my list this week. I want to move on from these events and put this experience behind me. However I have a desire to write and share these thoughts.

Last wee, I spotted a post published by a transmasculine non-binary person. They are located in the same metropolitan region as I am, and they were looking for a Daddy Dom to explore a potential dynamic with.

I reached out to them to see if we could have a chat, to see if there was some common ground, and to see what might happen. The conversation flowed easily, and we realised that we could offer what we were each looking for.

I have not had many interactions with a transmasculine non-binary person before. I did my best to be respectful. I feel like I may have slipped up once or twice, I apologised and they assured me that I was doing well, and that I had the right intentions with our interactions.

During our talk, the topic of past dynamics and relationships came up. Obviously I shared my experiences of these dynamics. One particular experience I shared was about being ghosted.

As a result of some of my past interactions, I believe that it is better to be open and honest about your feelings with the other person than outright ghost them if you don’t want to continue. They said something very similar, and said they something along the lines of “I believe I would be respectful if things do not work out [between us], but obviously hope it would not come to that”.

We continued chatting, even started to arrange to catch-up in person during the break. Clearly we were both excited to be meeting a potential play partner and that became the topic of conversation for a while.

The conversation flowed well over a few days, we still talked about the upcoming catch-up. And then the following events occurred.

Late one evening, we were chatting as normal for us, we were both tired and it was getting late. We said our good nights to each other. I planned to stay up for a bit longer. As I was sitting there doing whatever I was doing, the conversation disappeared from the app we were using. I thought it was strange for a conversation to disappear. My initial thoughts were that there was a bug in the app, and I restarted the phone/app but the conversation was gone.

Given it was late I didn’t was to press the issue, and thought it could be resolved the following morning.

I remained awake and continued with my evening. However as I climbed into bed, I received a message from them using the orginal platform where we met. It said the following:

Hey. Just want to apologise. This got overwhelming very quickly and I can’t do this. I hope there is no hard feelings but I can’t meet up or continue speaking. It was my first step into attempting poly and I got scared. So, I need to focus on myself and my current relationship so I can get over these fears. Good luck with it all, and sorry again.

I can understand things being new and challenging your thoughts, but I also know that we discussed “exit strategies” for lack of a better term, and being respectful of each others feelings if things weren’t working for us.

That was not the message I was expecting at all. I thought maybe the topic of things moving too fast could come up, then we could stop & evaluate the situation, and have an adult conversation and talk about what was not working. I was hoping that there would be at least show some respect to the other person rather than just ghosting them leaving them in the dark with a vague message that was a complete 180-degree turn from where the conversation left just 2 hours earlier.

I have my suspicions as to why I was ghosted (they developed feelings they weren’t expecting to develop). I understand that non-monogamy may not be for everyone, and I can respect that.

I would have been happy to step back and let them evaluate whether they wanted to pursue the dynamic further or not. Being ghosted without an explanation just sucks, especially when things felt like they were going really well just a few hours earlier.

While I don’t need an explanation, it would be nice to receive an explanation of why would want to end things.

It is disappointing that something that felt natural and going well, and had promise for both parties, ended the way it did.

Logically I am somewhat relieved that it happened before we met in person, or at the time of the planned catch-up. However I am disappointed that it happened at all, especially we we had discussed this exact type of situation earlier on. It happened, what’s done is done, I have to move on, but it is sad that it happened.

All I can say is that for those people looking to explore non-monogamy, please be open and honest with all people involved. Do not ghost! The only reason I can see where ghosting is valid is when there is a threat to your safety.

Kissing date

14.07.2022 by William

TW: The following story may contain topics that some readers find sensitive. All persons mentioned are of legal age and are able to give informed consent.

Sometimes the best stories come from real life scenarios and the possibilities that may develop from the situation. This is one of those events.

I am a prolific poster on Reddit & some of the more NSFW Subreddits where people, mostly women share their bodies with many subscribers from around the world. I am using Reddit at the moment to look for a little girl as part of a Daddy Dom Little girl (DDlg) dynamic, online or in real life.

At least once per week, I post up a personals ad offering to be a Daddy for Littles online or IRL. Most people who reply are from overseas. Now and then I come across someone from the land of Australia, mostly from states other than my home state.

Today, a lovely lady who goes by the name Olivia, asked if I could answer a few questions for her about DDlg. We had a good conversation via Reddit chat, and I cleared up some of her confusions and I answered questions to the best of my continually learning knowledge-bank.

After a few more days of chatting, we agreed to meet in person. This first meeting would involve a picnic and to eliminate any expectations of how the date would end, we agreed to partake in a ‘kissing date‘.

We organised to meet at the botanic gardens for a lovely picnic of sandwiches and champagne. I made some sandwiches that morning to bring with me. I packed a picnic blanket ready for our date, as well as champagne flutes. Olivia agreed to bring her favourite champagne for us to drink.

We travelled separately to our date. I arrived first and setup the blanket for us under the shade of a large tree. I pulled out the plates, sandwiches and champagne flutes ready for the date. Olivia arrived a few minutes later and brought over the champagne for us.

We did the polite thing with a cheek kiss and sat down on the blanket. We chatted for a few minutes, we were already comfortable chatting, but being in person made things a little awkward at first, but we soon found our chatting rhythm.

I offered to open the champagne. I took the bottle, and slowly worked out the cork with the familiar pop. I poured out two glasses of champagne for us. I set the bottle down, and we celebrated our first meeting.

It was time for some food, I offered Olivia the sandwiches, and she took a few to nibble on, but I sensed the food would only be the appetiser.

Olivia put her sandwiches to the side, and she jumped on top of me pushing me to the ground. She leaned in and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss, we just lay there for a few minutes continually kissing. I hugged Olivia and pulled her body close to mine.

We rolled over so I was on top. The kissing continued of course, and the tension was slowly building. Olivia’s hands started to wander all over my body.

Olivia reached down between us & rubbed my cock through my jeans. I ignored her advances & continued the kissing.

We positioned ourselves side by side to continue kissing each other. Our hands were enthusiastically exploring each other’s curves & crevices.

Olivia mentioned she wanted to see my pierced cock in person as she had never seen one up close. She reached down and tried to slide her hand inside my jeans. I grabbed her wrist playfully and pulled her hand out. She tried again and I pulled her wrist back out again.

We continued kissing enjoying the taste of each other’s lips. Olivia reached down again & rubbed my hardening cock through my jeans again. I moaned at her touch. I wanted her to touch it but we agreed to a kissing only date.

I rubbed her cunt through her dress and panties. I could feel her warmth and knew she was wet, but I resisted lifting her dress for a closer inspection. I really wanted to touch her cunt and taste her juices, just as she wanted to taste & feel my cock in her mouth.

The kissing subsided for a bit to catch our breath. We were both hot and horny for each other, but knew we agreed to limits. We could have changed those limits, but what would we do next time?

We finished up the last of the champagne and sandwiches sitting on the blanket just talking.

Soon the time allocated came to the close, we still wanted each other, & knew this relationship could go further than we initially thought back during those first few messages on Reddit.

We packed up & wandered back to the cars, hand in hand, giddy with excitement over what just happened and what may happen in the future.

Socks

25.04.2022 by William

On their own, socks don’t come front and centre to my mind as being related to kink. I do know that many people enjoy wearing socks, especially longer ones, and some even associate it with little girls as part of their Daddy Dom, little girl dynamics.

I generally keep socks for wearing with footwear, and keeping my toes warm in winter on the cold floors. The vast majority of my socks are sports socks as they are my go to, but I have others for work related footwear and activities. Kink related to sock wearing is not part of my playbook.

However, there is something that just turns me on seeing a woman wearing long socks, just in underwear and a large t-shirt over the top. I think it plays right into my DDlg kink. Not sure what it is though, but it floats my boat.

Could I pull off photos of myself wearing some long, brightly coloured socks, wearing nothing but my new Prince Albert piercing? I certainly don’t think so even with a dose of self esteem directly into the brain.