Top (BDSM) - Personal Experiences
I've never much related to the term Master, so I've started this page at Top.
Probably my favorite scene ever as a top came about almost accidentally. I was at a small BDSM club that will remain nameless, on a very hot night (in both senses of the word), and ran into a woman whom I will call "T—". I'd known T— since she was a teenager. She's about 10 years my junior, cute, and (like me) rather switchable. When she was 20 or so I'd flirted with her a few times but nothing more. I hadn't seen her in a while. (In the meantime, it turned out, she had a marriage, a baby, and a divorce). She was there with her newbie female date B—, whom I later found out was her employer! I have to say, I never had a boss I'd invite to a kink club. At least not while I still had the job.
As I say, the night was hot. T— was wearing a clingy vinyl outfit inside of which she must have been miserable. So it was with purely benevolent intentions that I started to cool her down with ice cubes. At first I ran them over her shoulders, neck… B— joined in. Soon we were dipping inside the vinyl, cooling off more of T—'s flesh. B— and I were on either side of her on a couch, and I don't remember which of us had the inspiration to shift around slightly and pin her arms, but it was right about the same time the ice cubes reached her nipples, by which time she was squirming and making some lovely sounds.
In front of us, some really big guy was flogging his girlfriend. Those of you who have spent much time in BDSM clubs know that the first time you watch a flogging it is really hot, but after a while, it's like watching a test pattern on the telly. Little by little, more people were watching T— writhe, moan, and twitch. "Really big guy" might almost as well have been flogging his girl in private (although they did have the use of a rather nice St. Andrew's cross, probably not something they had at home).
Someone brought B— and me another bowl of ice, which was very kind of them, as we didn't have to release T—'s arms. By this time we had raised her skirt and worked ice cubes up her thighs; the melting ice was not the only thing dripping. Being male, don't know quite how it feels when ice hits your clit and cunt; being a switch, I kind of wonder. T— had three screaming orgasms, each of which earned her (or all three of us) a nice round of applause.
Switchy, January 2006