[F4M] Remember Your Place [Power Switch] [Fsub] to [Fdom] [Soft Fdom] [Degradation] [Edging] [Orgasm Control] [Safeword Checkin] [Bondage] with an emphasis on [Proper Rope Safety] ["Mommy" mention] ["Good boy"] [Handjob] [Aftercare] [Talking about boundaries] 

Post description: After coming home from a long day at work, you hone in like a heat-seeking missile on your girlfriend, who is usually always so ready for you to take your stress out on her. But today, she has other plans. 

Asterisks indicate sound effects, which aren't necassary, but I like 'em. Ellipses indicate a pause long enough where the listener would say something back to the speaker. As for voicing directions, the tone of this script is mostly teasing and condescending, but not outright mean. The degredation is playful and not too serious. Feel free to add and/or mix up whatever you feel like! I'm partial to "****," but if you wanna switch it to "dick," then by all means. Hell, go all Wattpad and call it a "member." Just have fun with it, and I hope you enjoy!



*Door slams and keys jingle.* 

Oh, hey baby! I thought you were gonna be home earlier. It's like 6:45! Did they make you stay late again? 

(A surprised gasp as the listener corners the speaker against the counter.) 

Well, someone is feisty today, pinning me up against the counter like that. (A giggle.) You seem stressed, sweetheart. How about I help you with that? 

*Kissing sounds. But the speaker pulls back quickly as the listener is being a bit too aggressive.* 

Woah, woah, slow down baby. Let me at least set a timer, I just put some food in the oven. I figured that since you were already so late that I should start- 

(A yelp cutting off the speaker as they are lifted up over the listener's shoulders and is carried to the bedroom.) 

Hey, wait a minute! Put me down! Baby, I just told you that I have food cooking, we can't go to the bedroom! 

*A soft thump as the speaker is thrown onto the bed.* 

(A little breathless and exasperated) Alright, you've thrown me on the bed, now what?
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Wh-what did you say? 
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On all fours for what?
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Why are you going to spank me? I haven't done anything. You can't just give me a punishment out of nowhere. (Speaker is laughing a little in surprise and disbelief.)
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(Indignant.) No, I'm not being a brat right now, you're being too aggressive. 
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(A scoff.) You can't just take out your anger on me because you're in a pissy mood. Grow up.
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No, I won't be your "good girl" and get on my knees. Stop condescending to me.
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Wait, what are you doing? 

(Struggling sounds as the listener grapples with the speaker.) 

Get off! Babe, I know I usually like wrestling with you, but stop it. 

(More struggling.) 

Stop it! 

(A loud growl of effort as the speaker flips the hold onto the listener and pins them down.) 

I said stop! (An exasperated breath.) Oh, surprised I could pin you? Hah, I know I'm smaller than you, but that doesn't matter when you know how to use it to your advantage. 
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No. This isn't me trying to get more punishment, this is me telling you that you need to chill out. I was down to play with you, but you took it way too far too fast. 

(Struggling sounds.) 

Stop squirming! You're not going to get out. You remember how I've been taking those sparring classes specifically because I wanted to stand more of a chance when we played? Well, I guess they're paying off. 
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You can't just talk to me like that! You act like all of this is yours. Like my submission is a given, like you have some right to it. You don't. You have to earn that. And right now, you're the one that's acting like a brat. 

(A beat.) 

And you know what? I think you need a punishment. 
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Oh, trust me sweetheart. I know every weak spot on your body. You just don't know it yet because I've never exploited them. But you will soon. 
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(Darkly) Keep giving me that attitude and I won't stop until you're begging me to. 
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(A laugh) You think that I won't? (A beat.) No, you think that I can't, don't you? You think I'm too weak to be in control, is that it? You're so used to being the one in charge that you don't know what to make of me calling the shots. 
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(A surprised and angry gasp as the listener spits on the speaker.) 

Did you just... spit at me?! Oh, you're going to regret that. 

(Shuffling sounds as the speaker leans over to reach in the bedside table to grab a length of rope.) 

Stay still, or these knots are gonna be too tight.
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What do you think I'm doing? I'm tying your wrists to the bed so I can do what I want without you interfering. Be good and I'll leave your ankles untied. 
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Stop whining. (An exasperated sigh.) Listen, I'll stop right now if that's what you really want. You know that the safewords go both ways. I will get up and put the rope away and I'll get back to the meal I have been so lovingly making for the both of us, which you rudely interrupted. But I think we both know you're too turned on by me taking what I want for me to stop.
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Oh, don't try to act all aloof now. As if I couldn't feel your **** begging for me to touch it. You do realize that I'm straddling you, right? It would be so easy for me to just give you the friction that you so desperately want. If I just grind my hips like this... (A soft moan as the speaker grinds their hips against the listener.) 

(A laugh.) Was that a... Did I just hear you whine? Are you really that needy that a little dry humping is making you whine? Oh sweetheart, I can't believe you ever thought that you were making me submit to you. I gave you my submission because it felt good. Now look at you, falling apart under me the moment I take control. Is this something you've been fantasizing about? 

(Another soft moan as the speaker grinds again.) 

Oh, I'll take that delicious sound as a yes. Now shut up and sit still so I can tie these knots. 

(Shuffling sounds as the ropes are being tied.) Aaaaand, there. 
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What?
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Well, of course I know how to tie them. Do you really think I would just let you string me up without knowing my way around a rope? 

(A beat.) 

Aw, you look so helpless like that. So open to me. So defenseless. Let me get up to get a better view. 
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Oh, I know baby. You don't like losing that wonderful pressure of me on top of you, but I really should admire my handiwork. 
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Yeah, this is good. But it would be much better if you were *****. I'm just gonna... (Shuffling sounds) take off your shoes. (A beat) And your socks. And your pants. 
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Oh no, not your boxers, silly. Not yet. You haven't earned that yet. 
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Hmm, it seems I've made a lapse in judgement. Well, with your wrists tied to the headboard, I won't be able to take your shirt off. Unless... Now, where are those safety shears? Ah, here. Should keep these nearby anyway, just because we're using rope. Safety first, and all that. Now, I can just cut up the sides of your shirt and...
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Oh, boohoo. Do you have any idea how many pieces of clothing of mine that you've ruined? Stop whining. I'll buy you a new one.
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There we go, that's much better. Now I've got a beautiful view of you splayed out for me. 
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Aw, are you embarrassed? Not used to being this exposed, are you? I have to admit, being the one in control is giving me a little bit of a power trip. No wonder you're always so keen to have me pliant and obedient underneath you. 
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Did I say you could talk?
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That's what I thought. (Sweet and cooing) Just let me take over, sweetheart. You don't have to think. All you have to do is exactly what I say, when I say it. Won't it feel so good to just let go?
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Doesn't it feel nice to feel me... lightly brushing my fingers... down your chest... your stomach... down... and down... so close to where you want it. So close to where you would order me to go if you had the power to order me around anymore. 
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Oh, such an eager boy. Stop wriggling around and just relax into my touch, sweetheart. Just give in. Admit that you want me to dominate you. Admit that you're my needy, little bitch.
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"**** you?" Oh, I know you want to. But if you keep using that dirty little mouth that way, you won't get anywhere near ******* me. Which is such a shame, really. Because it's making me so wet seeing you restrained like this. 
(A beat.)
So, go on. Say it. Say, "I'm your little bitch." You know you want to. Just four little words, and I'll give you what you want, sweetheart. And be grateful that I'm not adding "Mommy" to the end of that sentence.
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(A laugh) Oh, that turned you all shades of red, didn't it? Maybe I should, since it flustered you so much. Maybe you want to call me that. 
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No, I'm just teasing you, but I will keep that in mind.
(A beat.)
Now say it, before I start getting impatient. "I'm your little bitch." Say it.
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Gooood boy. That wasn't so hard, was it? Well, now that you're starting to follow directions, I think I'll reward your good behaviour and take off your boxers. 

(Shuffling sounds) 

(Cooing) Oh, wow. You're as hard as a rock, sweetheart. You're definitely enjoying this, as much as you want to pretend you're not. 
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No, don't try to hide your face from me. Look at me.
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(Firmer) I said, look at me. 
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(Softer) There we go. I love seeing that apprehensive look in your eyes. You have no idea what I'm about to do to you, do you? And that turns you on to no end, huh? Do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?
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Yes, of course you do. But I think you can ask me nicely. What exactly do you want me to do?
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"Stroke my ****," what? 
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There we go! A little please and thank you goes a long way. Of course I'll stroke your ****, sweetheart. 

*Stroking sounds* 

Stay still, baby. Oh, I know, it feels so good. I told you it would. Letting me take over. Giving me your burden. It feels so good to just be my little plaything for a while. My good little slut that wants nothing more than me to touch that needy, throbbing **** of yours. God, I can feel you twitching in my hand. You're so eager. 

*More stroking sounds*
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Speed up? While I'm glad you asked nicely, I want to take my time with you. You rushing things is what got you into this in the first place. Just relax. You don't get to decide anymore. Feel my hand rubbing up... and down... the length of your ****. It feels so good, doesn't it? 

*Stroking sounds* 

You're already dripping, baby. But here, let me add a little more lubrication. 

*Spitting and wet stroking sounds* 

Shhhhh, shhhh. I know, I know, it feels so good, but you need to stop bucking your hips. I don't want to have to take my hand away to tie you down to hold you still. There we go, good boy. 
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Oh, you like that? You like being my good boy? My sweet boy, so desperate to do as I say. Be a good boy and tell me how good it feels to have my hand gliding up and down your big ****.
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Yeah, just like that. Keep telling me how good I'm making you feel as I speed up. 

*Stroking sounds*
(Here I will let you adlib for a good moment or so for a handjob. Some suggestions of what you could include would be encouragements like "Good boy," "My good little slut" and other praise/degradations like that. You could also fill the space with kissing noises. Do whatever feels natural!) 

What was that, sweetheart? You're close? Oh, but you don't have permission to cum yet. You can wait, because you're a good boy. 
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Oh, you're already begging! God, you're so cute like this. Hard as a rock in my hand and eyes shut tight wanting so badly to cum. You're doing so good for me baby, just wait a little longer. 

*More stroking and encouragements* 

You're so close, I can feel it. Just ask me one more time and I'll let you cum. 
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Good boy. Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over me. Let go and make a mess. That's it, just like that. My good boy. 

(I'll let adlib through the climax and gently coming down.) 

God, sweetheart. You did so good for me. I'm so proud of you. *A kiss* I think seeing you like this, all messy and panting and restrained might just be my new favorite look on you. 

(A beat.) 

Well, that was really fun, but I really should go check on that food in the oven. 
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Yes, I'm gonna leave you just like that for now. Just relax and catch your breath for a minute, alright? *A kiss* 

*Footsteps leaving. A pause. Footsteps entering* 

Here, I got you some water. I'll just set this down while I untie you. 

*Shufflings sounds of rope being untied.* 

The food is cooling, and it looks delicious by the way. (A giggle.) 

(A beat.) 

There you go, all free. Come here sweetheart, let me hold you for a second. You did so good. I'm suprised how quickly you adjusted, but I'm guessing you liked it. You're good, right? I didn't make you feel weird or uncomfortable, did I?
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Oh, well I'm glad you think dominant me is "******* hot." I just... wanted to remind you of what submission is supposed to be like. It... made me uncomfortable when you just came in and immediately were all over me. I thought that showing you how I would like to be dominated would be a good lesson. 
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Thank you for apologizing, sweetheart. No hard feelings. Maybe just check in a little first next time, alright?
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Alright. I love you, sweetheart. This was a lot of fun. And don't think I'm ever going to forget how much you like being called my good boy. It's so cute watching you blush. Now, my good boy, let's go get you cleaned up and eat before it gets cold.