Good boy [Fdom]

It all started a few years ago when I had a short relationship with a guy. We were both in the same class and we got together at some point at his place. It was our first time doing anything sexual together, and we were kissing wildly and getting super turned on. I was getting undressed for him for the first time, and I could feel his erection through his jeans. I took my top off, and I’ll never forget his expression of awe when he saw my boobs. Yes, I have quite the cleavage, I’m not going to lie. He immediately started feeling them up, putting his hands and face between them and getting absolutely turned on. It was probably the first time he’d touched a pair, let alone something of my size.

Then suddenly, he stops, closes his eyes and starts to groan. Embarrassed, he apologizes and gets up to go to the bathroom, but I tell him to stop. I want to see it. “No, wait!” he stammers, but I unbutton his jeans. The devastation is absolute. There is warm cum everywhere, just oozing down his legs. In that moment, I felt immensely powerful: I made him do this, without even touching him. I’m irresistible. I’m too much to handle. This feeling was incredible, and I wanted more.

Initially I teased him relentlessly during classes just to see how much it would take for him to stop me, but to my surprise, he never did. Since he was young and inexperienced, it didn’t take much for me to get my reward. I would gently but firmly grab it through his jeans under the desk, as if to check if it was still there. I would smile, and he would close his eyes for a moment, knowing what was to follow. Whether he liked it or not, it was happening. When I returned my hand a minute later, the fabric of his jeans would be fully taut like a little tent. I even had a schedule going on, always doing it during the same classes. Eventually, even without touching, when history class started, he was “ready”. When I first reached over and felt it waiting for me, I had that powerful feeling again. And I wanted more.

By then I knew that guys would produce way more spunk if they had been erect for a long time, so I would make sure to return my hand for a check up every few minutes. Usually, I would only relieve him towards the end of the lecture so he could get up without causing a scene, though I also enjoyed seeing him scramble to hide my handiwork. Sometimes I spent the whole day preparing him for maximum effect, but other times I messed with him by “forgetting” to take care of him at the end of the day. I liked to picture as he rushed home, and first thing, pulled his pants down and jerked himself furiously to completion thinking of me.

Sometimes, I would ask him what he wanted, to return the illusion of control to him. But to me, asking was simply a way to reinforce my position of total control. “Do you want me to make you cum?”, I would whisper in his ear, as if to say, “exceptionally, you get to choose what happens”. I tried to imagine the dilemma I was creating in his horny teenage mind: on the one hand, I could end his torment for the time being, but on the other, he would have to spend the rest of the day in his own juices. At first, he would usually say no, but as I kept relentlessly teasing him he would be begging me. And of course, I would oblige. It wouldn’t take more than a few circular rubs against his bulge, and I would soon start to feel the rhythmic pulses as he tried his best to remain silent. Above the desk, he was just a regular guy staring at the board like everyone else. Below the desk, his aching cock was pumping his jeans full of sweet jizz under my command.

“Good boy.” I would whisper to him.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/dhdd40/good_boy_fdom