From Rough To Reverse: Take Charge!
I’m folding laundry when Vihaan walks in, hair still wet from his shower, wearing his favorite gray joggers and an old college T-shirt that clings to him just right. He’s scrolling through his phone, and I see the antique clock ticking just past 11.
“Vihaan,” I call out, my voice sharp enough to break his scrolling trance. He looks up, and I give him my best I-have-an-agenda smirk.
“What?” he says, suspicious.
He knows me too well.
I drop the freshly folded towel onto the pile and cross my arms. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Uh-oh.” He raises an eyebrow. “That’s never good.”
I chuck a sock at him. “Shut up. I’m serious.”
“Okay, okay, what’s on your mind, Shruti?” He flops onto the bed.
I walk over, leaning against the dresser and keeping my tone casual. “What if… we switched things up?”
“Switched what up? Like… laundry duty? Because I’m already bad at folding.”
“No, idiot,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I mean… in bed.”
That gets his attention. He sits up a little straighter, phone abandoned. “What do you mean? Like… positions?” He’s trying to play it cool, but I see the intrigue flicker in his eyes.
I grin, loving how uncomfortable yet intrigued he looks. “Not just positions. I mean, what if I took charge for once?”
“You?” He looks genuinely surprised, like I just told him I’m secretly a government agent.
“Yes, me. Why is that so shocking?”
He shrugs, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t know… you’re usually all…” He stops himself mid-sentence, probably realizing he’s about to dig a very deep grave.
“All what, Vihaan?” I ask, hands on hips.
“You know… soft? Gentle?” He clears his throat, clearly regretting all his life choices.
“Oh, so you’re saying I can’t be bold? That I’m not capable of… what’s the word… dominating?” I narrow my eyes at him, and he shifts uncomfortably.
“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying!” he protests, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I just… didn’t think you’d want to.”
“Well, I do,” I say, walking over and plopping down beside him. “And trust me, I can pull it off.”
He’s quiet for a moment, studying me like he’s trying to solve some complicated puzzle. “Okay,” he finally says. “Let’s hear it, then. What’s your game plan, boss lady?”
“Oh, no, no, no,” I say, poking him in the chest. “You don’t get the details upfront. That ruins the fun. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
“Wait and see?” He laughs, leaning back on his elbows. “You’re really committing to this, huh?”
“Absolutely,” I say, matching his grin. “It’s about time you experienced what it’s like to not call the shots for once.”
“Alright,” he says, clearly enjoying this far too much. “But don’t go easy on me. I can handle whatever you throw at me.”
“Oh, Vihaan,” I say, leaning in close enough to see his deep blue eyes flickering with mischief at me. “You have no idea what you just signed up for.”
He laughs nervously, but I can see the gears turning in his head. He’s intrigued, maybe even a little excited… not that he’d admit it outright.
“Okay, boss lady,” he says, finally sitting up straight and meeting my eyes. “You’ve got my attention. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
I stand up, dusting off imaginary lint from my pants like I’m already victorious. “Don’t worry, you’ll be begging me to stop.”
“Challenge accepted,” he says, smirking like he’s ready to play.
Oh, Vihaan. He has no idea what’s coming his way.
As soon as I come out of the bathroom, I see Vihaan who is already in bed, scrolling through Netflix wearing those same joggers, no shirt, and he’s entirely too comfortable for someone who’s about to be at my mercy.
I walk in, wearing the outfit. You know the kind… black lace, a little sheer, but still tasteful enough to keep him guessing.
Vihaan’s eyes flick up from the TV, and I swear I hear the wheels screeching to a halt in his head.
“Shruti…” he starts, but I raise a hand.
“No talking unless I say so.”
His mouth opens, then closes again. The confusion on his face is the chef’s kiss.
I stride over to the bed with purpose, grabbing the remote and tossing it onto the bedside table.
“Netflix can wait. Tonight, you’re mine.”
He blinks, trying to process. “You’re really going for this, huh?”
“Did I stutter?” I ask, climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap.
He leans back against the headboard, and I can feel his heart rate pick up under my palms.
“I didn’t know you had this side to you,” he mutters, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Vihaan, you’ve been married to me for five years. If you still think I’m predictable, that’s on you.”
He chuckles, but it dies in his throat when I trail my fingers lightly down his chest. His breath hitches, and I feel a surge of power.
“Hands up,” I command.
“What??!!”
“Hands. Up.”
He raises them, his expression half amused, half intrigued. “Yes, ma’am.”
I grab the silk scarf I stashed under my pillow earlier… planning is everything… and loop it around his wrists, tying them securely to the headboard. His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t protest.
“Comfortable?” I ask, tilting my head.
“This is new,” he says, testing the knot.
“Good,” I reply, leaning in until our noses almost touch. “Now, the rules. You don’t speak unless I ask you a question. Got it?”
His lips twitch like he’s about to crack a joke, but he catches himself. “Got it.”
I sit back, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of him like this. He is curious, and just a little nervous.
“See, Vihaan,” I say, dragging my nails lightly down his chest, “you’ve always been the one in control. But tonight, we’re flipping the script.”
“Clearly,” he murmurs, and I give his chest a light slap.
“What did I say about talking out of turn?”
He grins with a half-smirk that is enough to make me shower from my pussy, but Vihaan wisely stays silent.
I take my time, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements like a kiss on his neck here and a feather-light touch there.
Every little reaction, every sharp intake of breath, every flex of his muscles feels like a victory.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he finally says, unable to resist.
“Of course I am,” I reply, running my fingers through his hair. “You look good like this. Helpless.”
“Helpless?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “Let’s not get carried away.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “I haven’t even started.”
He shivers, and I feel a little thrill shoot through me.
Who knew Vihaan, my protector, always-in-charge husband, had this side to him?
I shift lower, my lips brushing against his collarbone, then his chest. His breathing gets uneven, and I know I’m getting to him.
“Shruti,” he breathes in a strained voice.
I pull back, resting my chin on his chest and looking up at him. “Yes, Vihaan?”
“This is… different.”
“Do you like it?”
He hesitates, then nods. “Yeah. I think I do.”
“Good,” I say, sitting up and letting my fingers trail down his stomach. “Because we’re just getting started.”
For the next hour, I take my time exploring this new dynamic, pushing his limits just enough to keep things exciting but never crossing a line. Vihaan falls into the role surprisingly easily.
At one point, I untie his hands, and he immediately flips us over, pinning me down.
“Okay, your turn’s over,” he says, grinning down at me.
“Excuse me?” I say, raising an eyebrow.
“You heard me,” he says, his voice low and full of mischief.
But before he can make his move, I hook my leg around his and flip him back onto his back.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I say, straddling him again. “We’re not done yet.”
His laugh is breathless, his hands coming up to rest lightly on my hips. “Alright, boss. Have it your way.”
By the time we’re both lying tangled in the sheets, exhausted and grinning like idiots, I feel a strange sense of accomplishment.
“So,” I say, propping myself up on one elbow to look at him. “How was it?”
He looks over at me, his hair a mess and his face still flushed. “You’re a menace.”
“And?”
“And… it was incredible,” he admits, pulling me into his arms.
I smile against his chest, feeling a mix of pride and affection. “Good. Now you know what it’s like to be on the other side.”
“Yeah,” he says, kissing the top of my head, and pulling me closer to his chest.
Who says married life has to be boring?
***
Now that I have your attention, let’s talk about it.
You know what’s funny? The way people react when you mention something as harmless and honestly fun… as role reversal in bed.
Like, oh my God, a woman taking charge? Stop the presses, society might collapse!
Let’s not kid ourselves… women do love rough sex.
The hair-pulling, the pin-you-against-the-wall, “oh-my-god-I’m-going-to-die-but-in-a-good-way” kind of rough? Yeah, that’s a universal favorite, and anyone who says otherwise is lying or missing out.
But here’s the thing: even the best playlist gets boring if you play it on repeat forever.
Sometimes, you’ve got to switch it up, throw in a remix, you know? Trying something new doesn’t mean ditching what you love; it just means adding some extra sparkle to the mix. And honestly, there’s something deliciously thrilling about flipping the script and stepping into roles you didn’t think you’d enjoy, only to realize, “Wait, why have I been sleeping on this?”
Life’s too short to stay in the same gear, and the bedroom is definitely the place to get a little adventurous.
But even then role reversal is absurd and a taboo for no logical reason and that baffles me. So, first off, let’s talk about the elephant in the room: misogyny – the deep-rooted misogyny in our culture.
It’s everywhere, lurking in corners we didn’t even realize needed a sweep. From childhood, girls are fed this unspoken… and sometimes loudly spoken… rulebook about how to behave.
Be soft. Be accommodating. Don’t be too much of anything and definitely not assertive. And sure, you can speak your mind as long as it doesn’t make anyone else uncomfortable.
So by the time we get to adulthood and start exploring relationships, the idea of flipping the dynamic in the bedroom feels… rebellious? Dangerous? Like we’re committing some unspeakable act of feminist witchcraft?
Then there’s the classic stereotype that men should always take the lead.
Society puts so much pressure on men to be dominant that it’s practically ingrained in their DNA… or at least, that’s what we’ve been led to believe.
The moment a guy steps back and says, “Sure, you take the reins,” people act like he’s surrendered his masculinity at the altar of modernity.
But let me just say it out loud, masculinity isn’t that fragile, and if it is, maybe it needs a rethink.
But oh, the double standard!
If a man likes his partner to take control, even once, he risks being labeled as “weak” or “less of a man.”
It’s ridiculous, in my opinion.
There’s nothing weak about trust, vulnerability, or letting someone else have their moment in the spotlight. It’s not like the universe hands out medals for sticking to outdated gender roles.
And let’s not forget the cultural baggage. Don’t get me wrong; I love my culture, but wow, the things we sweep under the rug!
Sex, in general, is already a shush-shush topic, so imagine bringing up role reversal. It’s like you’ve declared war on tradition. The aunties would clutch their pearls if they knew I was even thinking about this, let alone doing it.
I mean, how often have we heard the phrase “a good wife knows her place”?
For generations, we’ve been sold this idea that a wife’s role is to support, to follow, and to make herself smaller so her husband can shine brighter. And while a lot of us are unlearning this nonsense, there’s still a lingering sense of guilt or shame when we try to step out of that mold… even in the privacy of our own bedrooms.
And let me tell you, even if you’re lucky enough to have a partner who’s open-minded and supportive, you’re still battling years of conditioning… his and yours. It’s not like you can just flip a switch and suddenly feel confident about taking charge. It takes trust, communication, and a whole lot of unlearning to get there.
But honestly, the real kicker is how unnecessary all this drama is. Role reversal is just another way to explore intimacy, to connect with your partner on a deeper level. It’s not a statement, it’s not a revolution, and it’s definitely not a betrayal of anyone’s identity.
It’s just… fun. And isn’t that the point?
So yeah, it’s not common. But not because it’s weird or unnatural. It’s not common because we’ve built this giant wall of taboos and expectations around something that should be as simple as breathing. And until we start breaking down that wall, it’s going to stay that way.
But here’s the thing about walls: they crack. And I, for one, am more than happy to be part of the team welding it with modern intimacy.
Now talking about, how to even bring up this idea?
Ladies… if you’re waiting for your guy to just barge into the bedroom one day and say, “Hey, babe, what if you take control tonight?” It’s not happening.
Men are great at a lot of things… reaching the top shelf, opening jars, and having rough sex, but casually suggesting a role reversal in bed? Not in their wheelhouse. And it’s not because they don’t want to… it’s because they’re terrified of saying the wrong thing.
Think about it.
Society has spent centuries telling men they have to be in charge, always. So the poor guy’s not going to risk opening that can of beans without a roadmap.
That’s where your time to shine.
If you want something, you’ve got to ask for it. Better yet, demand it… because we don’t do coy and passive anymore. It’s 2024.
Approach it with confidence. And you know what? Nothing kills tension faster than making it awkward. For example, don’t sit him down like you’re about to negotiate a business merger. This isn’t Shark Tank.
Maybe try when next time you’re lounging together or maybe during one of those Netflix-and-chill nights. You can start with, “Hey, you trust me, right?” He’ll probably give you a confused, slightly concerned look and say, “Of course.”
That’s your opening.
Flash him your best smirk and hit him with, “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about switching things up, and I have a plan.”
Then… there will be a moment of panic, followed by curiosity.
That’s your green light.
Assure him it’s going to be fun, that you’ve got it all figured out, and that he just needs to go along for the ride. And if he jokes about being skeptical? Tease him right back. “Oh, come on, don’t act like you’re not curious. I’ve seen the way you look at me when I’m bossing you around about which shirt to wear.”
Once you’ve broken the ice, make it clear that this isn’t about criticizing him or flipping the script forever. It’s just something new to try, a way to mix things up. Men appreciate clear communication.
Now, let’s talk about the guys for a second. Listen up, because this part’s for you.
If your partner comes to you with an idea like this, don’t laugh it off or act weird about it. That’s the quickest way to shut her down and trust me, you do not want to miss out on what she’s offering.
Instead, lean into it. Make her feel like the absolute queen she is for being open enough to bring it up. Say something like, “That’s interesting… I’m in if you are.” Or, if you want to score major points, go with, “I love that you trust me enough to talk about this. Let’s do it.”
Boom. Instant brownie points.
And guys, this next part is crucial: don’t just agree to the idea; commit to it. If she’s stepping out of her comfort zone to try something new, the least you can do is make it a safe space for her. Follow her lead, give her your full attention, and don’t turn it into a joke halfway through.
Now for girls: when you do make your move, own it. Confidence is everything. Even if you’re feeling a little unsure, fake it till you make it. Trust me, he won’t notice the difference. And don’t overthink it… this isn’t a performance review. It’s about having fun and exploring something new together.
If you want to ease into it, start small and slowly build up to the bigger stuff. The key is to show him you’ve got this without making it feel like a power struggle.
And if he seems hesitant, don’t take it personally. It’s not about you. Most of the time, it’s about him stepping into unfamiliar territory. Men, despite their tough exteriors, are surprisingly good at opening up when they feel genuinely supported.
So, as we wrap it up, just remember it’s all fun and the worst thing that can happen is that you both laugh a little and learn something new about each other.
And isn’t that what relationships are all about?
