My first girlfriend and her mind games [Fdom m]

While inspired by real events, the story below is work of FICTION and describes what can be viewed as non-consensual sexual acts between two teenagers.

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My first relationship was a very strange one. It seemed fun at the time but now that I think of it, it was wrong in many ways. Despite that, I enjoyed it a lot but it was my fault that I let it evolve into what it became.

When I was in high school, I had an embarrassing problem: like many teenagers, I had premature ejaculation. It wasn’t just a matter of cumming too early during sex, I would sometimes even cum instantly if a girl touched my dick, even through clothes. This didn’t happen when I masturbated, so I only discovered this when I got my first “girlfriend” in high school. I was quite a shy guy and I was never very successful with girls, so when this girl (let’s call her Lisa) who was completely out of my league decided to date me, I was mortified. I could not understand why a girl like her wanted to date me, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin my chances.

While it was super embarrassing when it happened the first time, to my surprise, Lisa absolutely loved it. It gave her some sort of power trip that she could make me cum so fast with just a touch. She took full advantage of this and developed all sorts of intricate mind games that she would play on me. We never got to the point of having sex, or even oral. It was all limited to touching only, and it seemed she was much more interested in touching me than me touching her. In retrospect, she was definitely taking advantage of me and using me as her toy, but at the time it was all I had, so I went with it, and even enjoyed it for the most part.

Basically, her games consisted of her challenging herself to get me into situations that were increasingly awkward, uncomfortable or downright embarrassing for me.

During lectures, she would put her hand on my crotch under the desk and slowly massage me until I was fully erect. At that point, she knew it would only take a few more strokes of her hand to make me cum. She would have a wide grin on her face, and she’d purposely wait a bit to let the question sink in for me: is she going to do it or not? Sometimes, she just left it at that, only touching me every now and then just to keep me fully turned on, often deliberately dragging it on until class was almost over. If you’re a guy, then you will know that as a teenager, boners are *persistent*: they can take half an hour to an hour to go down, and during that time you’re paranoid and certain that everyone is staring at your crotch, and having to stand up in class with a boner is the absolute worst. Of course, she knew this, and timed everything accordingly. She loved that I’d have to awkwardly hide my bulge when I had to stand up and go to the following class, and she’d tell me how proud she was of me “showing off how much I was into her”. Of course, I was always super embarrassed but hey, *I had a girlfriend*.

Every once in a while she would go through with it. Usually she took extra care to keep my fate uncertain for as long as possible. For example, she would flip a coin but not tell me which side meant what. Sometimes, she would whisper in my ear: “If it’s tails, you cum”. Sometimes, to make me feel like I had a choice, she would ask me what I wanted. But she was always careful to use wording that made me sound passive. So instead of saying “Do you want to cum?” she would ask “Do you want me to make you cum?”. But to really drive home her position of total control, she would then often do the exact opposite of what I answered.

Then if she decided so, she would rub her hand on my bulge for a bit longer than usual. She never continued more than necessary, and expertly took her hand away just as I started to ejaculate. Sometimes, she would whisper “Good boy” in my ear as I helplessly filled my pants, and she just grinned and watch as I tried my best to act like I wasn’t *right in the middle of ejaculating*. Sometimes she got up and left class as if to go to the bathroom just as she took her hand away, so that I would be left to orgasm alone without her even being in the room. When she came back, she would ask “Did you cum for me?” and she knew I could only answer a shameful “Yes”. Or she wouldn’t even ask, and just said “You were a good boy, I can smell it” making me wonder if everyone around me knew.

Yes, I did have to spend the rest of those days covered in my own cum, but no one knew that. Hopefully. What they did know was that I was going out with Lisa – the girl in class whose cleavage every guys tries so hard not to stare at – so I was still proud. Covered in jizz but proud. Looking back now, it doesn’t sound fun at all, but trust me, I had just turned 17 and regularly getting hand jobs under desks from the hottest girl in class while my virgin friends only dreamt of dating her. She knew this perfectly well, which just made her power trip all that greater, basically getting free rein to do whatever she wanted to me.

As things progressed, she experimented with increasingly crazy things. Once, she made me wear a cock ring to class. She handed the shiny metal ring to me and asked me to put it on. “It goes behind your balls”, she said. So, no questions asked, I went to the school bathroom and slipped it on, not really knowing what its purpose was. “You’re going to love this”, she said with a smile. Without even touching me, she whispered into my ear. “With that ring on, your cock is now mine”, she whispered. “I want it as hard as a rock”. “I want it fat and swollen and thrusting between my titties until you unload your hot spunk all over my face”. Needless to say, she knew what she was doing. I noticed I got much harder than usual thanks to her the ring, which was now stuck tightly around my cock and balls. She made sure to keep me in that state for the whole duration of the lecture. Since the only way to remove the ring was to get soft, and the ring was keeping me hard, in the end I was begging her to make me cum. She flipped her coin and declared, with a sad face: “Whoops! Heads… Not today, I’m so sorry!”. It was unbearable, it felt like my dick was about to explode, so I kept begging her to please just do it. Of course, she dragged her game on for a while, pretending she wasn’t going to let me, all while making me more and more turned on. Then, two minutes before class ended, she said “Fine, I’ll do it” and ever so gently tipped me over the point of no return, leading to the most intense, explosive hands-free orgasm I’ve ever had. Despite all my best efforts I let out an audible groan, causing everyone to turn to look at me as I jizzed myself all while trying to act like nothing was happening. It was dripping down all over my legs, and as I waddled to the bathroom, she said “See, this is why I didn’t want to do it!”, making it look like I was the one who wanted to jizz myself in class… though technically I did beg her to do it. Yeah, that was quite a mindfuck.

We actually rarely did much in private, though she did have some more games to play even when we weren’t in public. Once when I came over, she opened the door topless, then proceeded to make me dinner, pretending to be completely oblivious to how much she was turning me on. Then, she randomly said “Oh, you can touch them you know!”. That handful of soft, heavy breasts that had been jiggling in front of me for the past hour was all that I needed to jizz myself yet again. I wondered if she knew if she would have that effect on me, but from the proud grin on her face, I’m sure she did, despite acting surprised and embarrassed for me. “Oh! I’m so sorry, did you just…? Uhh, go clean yourself up while I get you desert!”

Later, she had put her top back on, and we went upstairs. She had this yellow plastic chair in her room that had holes in the backrest like Swiss cheese, and one day she said “I want you to do something for me”. She wanted me to stand up against the back of the chair and stick my whole package through one of the holes. I complied. She asked me to put my hands behind my back and she tied them together tightly. Then, she took her top off and pressed her boobs together with a grin. “Good boy”, she said, as she saw my immediate reaction. So long as I was hard, I would be trapped. “I want to play a little game”, she said, and explained that the only way out of this chair was to lose my erection. She oiled up her hands and ever so gently got to work, always stopping fast and taking long breaks. Sometimes, she even left the room for 10 minutes to let me calm down, before continuing. She sat on the chair facing me, legs spread, with my aching red erection pulsating right in front of her gorgeous tits.

I was again begging her to make me cum, as I was just so damn close, but she knew exactly when to stop. She continued for nearly two hours before getting her coin out. “If it’s tails, you cum”. “What if it’s heads?”, I asked, my voice trembling. “We have some more fun and I’ll flip the coin again in an hour, don’t you worry!”. It was tails, and I will never look at that chair the same way again. I covered her beautiful breasts as she closed her eyes and literally took a shower in my cum, rubbing it all over herself in circles.

Whatever were her intentions, with her crazy games that dragged on for hours, she did cure my premature ejaculation problems, so I am grateful for that.

Yeah. High school was a strange time. I still think about her sometimes, and we do keep in touch, but we’ve never really spoken about our “relationship”.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/d6di9q/my_first_girlfriend_and_her_mind_games_fdom_m