Hey everyone. Long-time listener, first-time caller. I’ve decided to try my hand at writing about some of my more memorable sexual experiences. This ended up pretty long, but I’m writing this more for myself anyway and was so turned on reliving this experience. Comments and feedback still appreciated.
About me: 29M, 5-7, slender, but in shape (distance runner). I was 21 when this story happened and in similar shape. You know those sexual experiences that you find yourself going back to over and over again in your head? This is definitely high on my personal list in that regard. A couple of details have been tweaked to protect identities, etc… but this is a very real story.
I was a senior at Big State School and a sexual late-bloomer, relatively speaking. Jordan – 19 and a sophomore at the time – and I had been dating for a couple of months at this point, and she was the first person I had sex with.
A little more about her: She was about 5-2, in shape, and the perfect amount of curvy in all the right places. Her mother’s side is middle eastern so she had a little bit tanner skin, and medium-length black/dark brown hair. Her hips/ass were amazing, and she had perfect C cups. When she would stand naked in the light, her hourglass silhouette was almost enough to send me over the edge alone lol. She was also really chill, down to earth and we had similar taste in music. I was absolutely head over heels at the time.
As we got to know each other more, we were more open with each other about sexual stuff. For example, she mentioned she liked being spanked, and that sounded good to me, so we started incorporating that more into our sex life. I would bender her over my lap and spank her a few times while fingering her and it sent her over the edge every time.
One day she asked me if I had any fantasies, and I thought about whether I should say what was actually on my mind or not out of embarrassment. But she had opened up to me so I went for it.
So, at the time, I had been watching Mad Men and the season when Don has an affair with the lady in his building lmao. He gets her a hotel, tells her what to wear, what to do while she waits for her. I found it so hot at the time lmao. I also sent her the episode and the timing of the scenes I was talking about.
I told her I just love the idea of having a girl under my control and doing whatever I tell her to. Nothing too crazy or out of the ordinary, but just like: wear this, take this off, do this, etc.. I didn’t really have any idea of what bdsm or anything like that was. So that’s how I explained it to her lmao. Again, I really didn’t know that what I was talking about had a specific name and community, I just thought the dynamic was so sexy and tried to explain that as best I could.
Well, it was my lucky day/month/year because she said that sounded super hot and she wanted to give it a try.
We had plans to go to a cafe/bar in the major city about an hour away to see a friend play music in the afternoon. We decided that while we were out, we would have a normal day, I’d drop her off at her place in the evening, go home, and we’d pretend like we were going to go our separate ways for the night.
Except from that moment on, for the rest of the night, she would do whatever I said, no matter what, no questions asked.
We agreed on a “safe word” (although we didn’t know that’s what it was called at the time) and set some boundaries. But otherwise, she was totally under my control.
The day came and I could hardly contain myself. The sexual energy was through the roof when we met up but neither of us said anything about it. We got to the cafe, had a drink or two, and listened to the music. We were doing a lot of smiling and staring at each other, but didn’t say anything about our plans for that night.
The pretending alone was so hot, like an acknowledgement of what was going to happen later.
The music ended in the early evening, we drove back to her place, I dropped her off, and we smiled and said see you tomorrow.
As soon as I drove off I was instantly insanely turned on. Just the thought of what was going to happen was driving me wild. There were a lot of little moments like this that were so hot to me, as you will see.
So I got home and spent a couple minutes thinking about how to proceed from here and decided to send her a text with instructions, and started crafting it on the couch.
My heart was pounding. I was so nervous. But we had talked about it so many times that I put my shame aside and wrote up what I wanted to say. Putting your fantasies like this to “paper,” no matter how silly, was such a vulnerable act, especially for 21-year-old boy. But this girl was so chill, and I felt so comfortable.
I just decided to let my dick do most of the thinking/talking and, for once in my life, that was the right decision.
I don’t have the text saved, unfortunately, but I’m going to try to recreate this as best as I can from memory. The broad strokes are the same. It went something like this:
>Jordan,
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>I am going to come over tonight. And I’m not going to tell you when. But in the mean time, I want you to do a couple of things while you wait for me.
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>1) Pick out four sets of your sexiest underwear. Try them all on. And send me snaps of you in front of your full-length mirror in each of them. One shot from the front, and another from the back. No text or commentary. Just full-body pictures of you. I will tell you which one I like best, and you will wear that one.
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>2) Once I’ve picked out your underwear, I want you to get out four dresses. They should be loose-fitting so I have room to work underneath them. Send me snaps of you in each of them, and I will pick one for you to wear. Same as before, two pictures each, full body, one from the front and one from the back, with nothing else added.
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>3) Once I’ve picked your dress, clean up your room. It doesn’t have to be perfect and spotless, but the floor should be clear and the bed should be made.
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>4) When that’s done, turn off all of the lights in your apartment, except the lamp in your bedroom. Send me one final, full-body snap of you in your room. That’s how I’ll know you’re ready for me. Then, leave your phone on the counter downstairs, leave the front door unlocked and wait for me on top of your bed.
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>I will be over when I feel like it.
I read it over a million times and made a bunch of little edits until it was just right. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. I took a deep breath and hit send.
The seconds/minutes that followed were some of the longest of my life lmao. It was a combination of fear, embarrassment and pure sexual energy. I had never expressed myself or my sexual desires like that so clearly and specifically.
Is she going to go through with this? What if she thinks any of that is stupid? Or creepy? Or just plain sad?
I was a nervous wreck. Standing up. Sitting down. Pacing around the room. It didn’t just feel like my stomach was doing cartwheels, but that there was an entire gymnastics team in there doing cartwheels.
And then, it popped up on my phone. New Snap from Jordan. I was relieved, and instantly turned on again.
I opened it up, and there she was. Standing in front of her mirror in a black thong and matching black lacy bra. Another snap immediately followed of her in the same thing, but taken over her shoulder, so you could see the back of her in the mirror. God her ass was perfect.
Then a minute or two later a pair of snaps came through of her in nude-colored underwear. These were a little more basic, but OK. The next set was light blue panties and bra. And then finally a tiny red thong and matching bra. Her ass nearly swallowed the thing whole.
I waited a minute or two and messaged her a single word: “Red.”
Holy shit, we’re actually doing this, I thought. The nerves and anxiety were slowly being replaced with even more horniness. I could barely contain myself, and we had just gotten started.
The next set of snaps started to arrive.
I don’t remember the dresses as vividly as the first fashion show, but I settled on a flow-y yellowish sundress that hugged her waist. I know, I know. Yellow dress with fuck-me-red-colored underwear. Not the best combo, but we weren’t going out in public, and I was calling the shots. My confidence was starting to rise, too.
A few more minutes passed, and I got the final snap I had asked for. Again, her in the outfit I’d picked out, in her room, now dimly lit and visibly clean and tidy. She was ready. I changed into jeans, an undershirt and a button-up I knew she liked and headed over.
When I pulled up to her apartment, it was pitch black except for a dim light where I knew her room was. Fuck. I don’t know why but all of these little details that she was following to a T were turning me on so much. I went in the front door and locked it behind me. And there was her phone on the counter. Fuck. Again, the small things were such an insane turn-on to me.
I walked up the stairs and her bedroom door was cracked slightly. But there she was, lying on top of her bed in the dress I picked out, with the red underwear obviously visible underneath it. Her floor was spotless, too. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
This was sort of my dog-catches-car moment, and I had no idea what to do at this point lmao. But as with before, I just let my dick do the thinking. It was my night to do whatever I wanted.
I climbed onto the bed and went straight for her, slowly kissing her and making out. I ran my hands up and down her smooth legs, teasing her up under her dress slowly. I caressed her face and hair and just marveled at how lucky I was to have her for the rest of the night.
She looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes, waiting for what to do next.
“Stand up,” I said.
She got up from the bed and stood up on the floor, on display for me.
“Take off my shirt, fold it, and put it neatly on top of your dresser”
She got back on the bed and started undoing the buttons on my shirt slowly. She slid it off, stood up, folded it and set it on the dresser, then turned around and looked at me. Again, standing there on display, waiting for her next instruction. Fuuuuuck.
“Come over here.”
The dress wasn’t going to last long, but I still wanted to play a bit before we got down to business. She walked over to the edge of the bed, still standing, and I ran my hands up her legs again. This time, I went further up and felt along the outlines of the thong I had just seen on snapchat. I teased her opening a few times, and her breathing increased. I moved to her ass, squeezing it and feeling it as she stood there. I ran my hands up her sides over her dress and ran them along her breasts.
All the while she stood there. This girl was really just letting me do whatever tf I wanted tonight.
I reached around to the back of the dress where the string tie was, and pulled it undone. The dress loosened around her waist.
“Step back to the foot of the bed, turn facing away from me, take off your dress, and leave it on the floor.”
She walked around to the end of the bed, turned around, reached down, and in one motion lifted the dress over her head and dropped it on the floor.
Remember the silhouette I was telling you about? There she was, standing in front of me, her ass on full display. Fuck.
I took a second to admire her and let the tension build for another few seconds. “What is she thinking right now?” I wondered. The thought of her waiting in anticipation for what I was going to tell her next was turning me on even more. I wasn’t even sure where I was going with this, I just knew that I was so crazily turned on and at the time thought nothing in my life would ever top this moment. I kept letting my dick do the talking.
“Get on the bed, crawl slowly toward me, take off my pants, fold them up neatly and place them on top of my shirt.”
She did. She turned around and got on the bed, keeping eye contact the whole time. This sexy thing in her underwear making her way to me, solely because I told her to. Fuckkk. She undid my belt, and pulled off my jeans. She stood back up, folded them up and put them on the dresser.
And then, again, waited.
“Take off my shirt.”
She walked over and lifted my undershirt over my head. And without asking, folded it up and put it on top of my jeans.
“Get over here.”
She climbed onto the bed and I opened my arms. We started making out again, and I let my hands loose. I felt all over her mostly-naked body, squeezing her ass, running my hand over her mound, feeling her exquisite C cups over her bra. She was returning the favor, too, rubbing her hand over my dick and playing with it.
“Take off my boxers and put them on the floor.”
She slipped them off and tossed them over to the side.
My 5.5-inch (I told you this story was real), uncut cock was standing at attention. Without saying anything I put one hand on the back of her head and guided it down between my legs. She got the cue and took my cock into her mouth.
I laid back and let her go to work.
She alternated between combinations of bobbing up and down, licking up and down the shaft, stroking it with one or two hands. At one point, I grabbed her head with two hands and started facefucking her. I guess it was technically facefucking, but I was not being super rough. I still wanted her to enjoy this. But normally, she did not like it when I move her head while she’s going down on me, so just knowing that she was going along with it and I was in control was so hot.
We did this for maybe 5-10 minutes.
“Stand up.”
She wiped the spit off of her mouth with her hand and got up from the bed.
“Turn around.”
She did.
I stared for a few more seconds. “Unclip your bra and let it fall to the floor. Then pick it up, and put it on the floor with your dress.”
She did, and I soaked in the view of her ass when she bent over to pick it up.
“Put your hands against that wall and bend over.”
She did, and I took my time getting up from the bed and walking up to her, her ass sticking up and on full display for me.
I reached in between her legs and teased her slit as she stood there.
“Don’t move or make a sound.”
I pushed her thong to the side and slipped a finger inside her, and she twitched a bit and let out a yelp. With my other hand I gave her ass a firm smack. “I said don’t make a sound.”
I inserted another finger, and alternated between slowly thrusting in and out and rubbing her clit. Still bent over, hands against the wall and her head down, she was breathing heavier and moaning slightly. I spanked her again. She let out a moan when I spanked her so I did again. This repeated itself a few times again. And again. And again.
“[safe word],” she said. It was the first thing she had said all night.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry, are you ok?”
I was legitimately embarrassed and scared about crossing a line. I let myself get carried away with the spanking.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, that just hurt a little too much.”
“I totally get it. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, really.” She smiled and stood up for a second and turned toward me. And then we both broke character and just started laughing.
“This is so fun,” she said. “Oh my god I know right?” I said. “I’m so turned on.” lmao. It feels so ridiculous typing this part out, but it was such a sweet moment. I felt a sense of relief, and then more confidence at receiving positive feedback on the whole experience.
“Do you need a break?” I asked.
“No, no” she said. “Please keep going.”
She turned back around, bent over, and put her hands on the wall, back where we had just paused from. I took that as my cue to resume.
Instead of going back to what we were doing, I put my thumbs in her thong on either side of her and slowly pulled it down. I wadded it up, handed it to her, and told her to throw it in the pile with her other things. Her clothes were right next to us, but for some reason I wanted to see her do it. She took one hand off the wall, tossed it onto the pile and put her hand back.
I stood there for a second, running my hands over her ass cheeks, taking in the view, thinking about what to do next. Honestly, these moments are almost more seared into my memory than the “action” parts. Just her, on display for me, waiting in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
I got on my knees and leaned toward her. I slowly ran my tongue up and down her opening. Occasionally I would insert my tongue into her pussy, tasting her and coming back out.
“You can be as loud as you want now,” I said.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned.
Her clit always got pretty swollen and accessible so I had no problem working her up from there. Still on my knees, I put my hands on her ass cheeks and dug in. I flicked my tongue across her clit a few times as her breathing and moaning increased. I moved myself almost fully under her and in between her legs so I could suck on it. I pulled her clit into my mouth and very gently nibbled on it, which caused her to moan and shake her legs every time my teeth brushed across it.
“Fuck. Oh my God.” By now, she was being as loud as I’d ever heard her.
“Cum for me. And tell me exactly what to do to make you cum as fast as possible.”
“Mmmm,” she continued moaning.
“Tell me. Right now.”
“Circles,” she gasped.
I moved my tongue to her clit again and started circling.
“Faster,” she said. I picked up the pace.
“No, no, a little bit slower.” I slowed down a bit.
“Yes, yes, right there. Don’t stop.”
Fellas. We all know that a) this is the sexiest thing you can hear from a woman and b) when she says this, you better not fucking stop.
So I did, and in a few more moments her legs were quivering, then holding my head in a vice grip, then quivering some more. She let out a load “Ohhhhh” as she squeezed my head and her whole body shook.
She settled down and her breathing slowed. I slid out from underneath her and stood up. She took her hands off the wall and turned around, still catching her breath but also smiling and chuckling. I guess technically I could have gotten mad at her for doing something I didn’t tell her to, but I just smiled and laughed a little bit back at her as well. It was another sweet moment of character-breaking, and a reassurance that she was enjoying this new experience for both of us.
Then our faces straightened out, and we were back on.
Once again, I took a second to just admire her and build up a little more tension. There she was, standing in front of me, on display, ready for whatever I was going to tell her next. I’ll never forget these moments, the tension.
“Kneel.”
She got down on her knees. I walked to the other side of the bed and sat down, facing away from her.
“Crawl over here.”
The sight of this naked, sexy thing slowly making her way over to me on her hands and knees is practically seared into my mind for life.
She got between my knees and knew what was coming next.
As soon as I put her hand on the back of her head again, she went straight back down and swallowed my cock. I was a little rougher this time, grabbing her hair into a pony tail with one hand and pushing her up and down. I reached down and started squeezing her tits with the other hand.
Suddenly, I felt an orgasm coming on. It wasn’t really my plan to cum yet, I still had so many more things I wanted to do, but I was past the point of no return so rather than fight it, I decided to just lean into it. I had never cum on a girl before, only into her mouth, and had always wanted to, and in that moment decided I was going to try it.
“I’m gonna cum on your tits.”
“Mmhmm” she mumbled, pulled my cock out of her mouth and pointed it at her tits, still stroking it.
Well, having never done this before, I got a little nervous and the orgasm faded for a second. Shit.
Without saying anything I pulled back on the back of her head and she went right back to work, bobbing up and down. The sensation returned almost immediately, but this time I kept going. I waited until the last possible second then yanked back on her hair so I popped out of her mouth.
I tried to aim at her tits but the first spurt of cum hit her chin. The next few ropes, though, splashed across her perfect breasts. And the last few bits dribbled onto her legs and the floor.
I took a second to catch my breath and looked at her, naked on the floor for me, with my cum on her chin, chest and thighs. We just sat like this for a minute, eyes locked, breathing, staring. And then, for the third time, we broke character and smiled and started giggling again.
“That was so fun,” I said.
“Oh my gosh, yes, me too,” she said.
“Want to take a break?” I asked.
“Yes, let’s do it.”
She got up and got in the shower to wash herself off. I joined her a few minutes later and we just stood under the water holding each other, smiling and giggling about what had just happened.
We got out of the shower, dried off and got into bed naked.
I thought we would resume, and add sex/penetration to the dynamic, but it never felt right. We spent the rest of the night just cuddling, laughing, talking and generally being sweet. We talked about how fun and sexy that was and how we needed to do it again.
We didn’t have sex that night, but to this day it is one of the hottest nights of my life.
Obligatory post script: We dated for a few more months, broke up when I graduated and went our separate ways. We live in the same city again and see each other occasionally as friends, but it has never gone beyond that and likely never will.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading. Feel free to ask any questions or share any feedback below. I’ll try and respond to the respectful comments, if there are any. There are so many wholesome conversations on this sub but also a bunch of weirdos lmao. Nothing against the weirdos, though, I’m just not gonna engage with, like, “you should just text her out of the blue and do it again.” That’s fine if you want to fantasize about that, but I have respect and understand boundaries. I wrote this story mostly for myself but would love to hear what you think.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o53b65/first_time_exploring_my_controllingdominant