I dated a guy who said he was “extremely experienced” in bed. TBH, he had fucked many more people than I had, but this is a perfect example of why quality really matters.
I had recently ended a string of dates with four guys who were batshit insane in bed, including one who was hooked on controlling me. I had always been a natural submissive one, but he kind of made me realize how much I enjoyed being degraded.
I do, however, mention my preferences to this Inexperienced Dude and he’s like, “Oh, that’s so sexy! My favorite.” I assumed that we were on the same page. There were a few warning signs, though. He once questioned whether I would ever swallow, for instance. I thought, “I literally have cum all over my body, bro. The least kinky place I’ve taken it is in my mouth “[Yes, there is a story I have about that.] He also once questioned what a guy would need to do to convince me to perform an anal. “Ask for it,” I said.
Thus, the first time we had sex was really bland, but that is to be expected. You don’t want to start off by going all out in a strange way. Begging to be spanked and gagged does not signal the beginning of a sexual relationship. In any case, the sex was excellent. I came, he came, and everyone had a good time.
The next time were in bed, he asked me if I watched porn. When he was in the next room, I searched and discovered a porn film that I thought was light.When he gets back, we began playing around with it in the background. Suddenly, he pauses and gives me an insane look. As he bends down and snaps his laptop shut, he says, “I don’t know if I can fuck to this.” We continue on despite this setback. I think we’re having a great time until I ask him if he wants to spank me. He simply expresses disbelief and adds, “Um, sure, ok.”
Very early, it becomes clear that this guy has never spanked someone. He’s face turned red and barely touches me. That’s great. Not everyone will enjoy it.
He begins to finger me while asking as to how it feels. I reply, “It feels so amazing, I think you should punish me for taking too much pleasure in it.” He simply nods quietly and continues. I am a little too honest when he asks what I want next and reply, “I want you to bend me over and call me a whore.” I have no idea why he thinks this is alarming. Wow, you say some really filthy stuff, he says. Naturally, I ask as to his desire to gag my foul mouth.
He finally leans back at that point and admits that he is having some problems. He has never been with somebody who takes pleasure in being treated so badly. He still claims he’s not sure he’ll be able to do it after I explain that I actually find it hot. I have no problem with that at all. We continue to enjoy very typical sex because I don’t push others into difficult circumstances for sexual activity. He once came on my face and made a kinky remark about it.
Adorable.
Anyway, as we were hanging out, he unintentionally found my drawer of sex toys. He asked a LOT of questions because I used to be into bizarre things. After a little prodding, I begin to elaborate on a handful of my previous sexual encounters. He keeps asking me the story behind each one. He expresses genuine curiosity and requests that I show him.
I try to cover some basics (hair pulling, choking, wax, and, of course, the sanctity of safewords). We try to get him to continue, but he just isn’t able to. He is afraid to hurt me.
I’ve never dominated anyone before, but I eventually propose that I do it to him so that he can understand that it’s not as cruel as he thinks. He agrees.
So, after setting up a safeword and hand signal—both of which are important -go over the basics and pull out my bondage. I would strongly advise trying the “under the bed” bondage if you haven’t before. Setting it up is really simple. I instruct him to lie down on the bed, restrain his arms and legs, and leave him there while I use the restroom.
I certainly take my time while I put on my underwear, put on makeup, and brush my hair. He appears both curious and frightened when I return. This guy probably believes I’m going to murder him, I’m pretty sure.
Since I’ve never truly been on the receiving end of this, I’ll be honest and say that I feel a little intimidated in this situation. I try to channel my inner wild ex while recalling the aspects of being dominated that I enjoyed. In order to get his dick, I start by straddling him before very slowly putting my mouth to his ear and whispering it. When I place my hand between his legs, I can already tell that he is hard, which is promising. I take my time to lick, chew, and blow on every inch of his body while I softly kiss him around the neck and around his ear.
His hand is still tied, so I move my mouth to it and take his fingers in my mouth. I took a very, very slow sip on each one before letting them pass through my throat. And holy crap, is he enjoying it. He is pleading with me to move more quickly, to suck his dick, and to fuck him. I answer by removing my underwear. His expression brightens up until I instruct him to open his lips and insert them (I’ve had this done to me a few times, and it is quite hot). I assure him that I am in charge and that I will move at my own pace.I carefully unbutton his shirt and kiss him on the chest while placing my lips on his body. He starts to scream out when I reach his stomach. I study his hands to see if he’s telling me to stop, but instead, he nods to continue. I therefore keep torturing him.
This guy is a filthy mess when I finally take off my bra. I can hear whispered requests for me to fuck him, but instead of complying, I simply smile and shake my head as I literally begin licking his body all the way back to his neck. He throws another fuss when I let my breasts hang in his face for a while, but he still won’t use our safe signal. His entire body is shaking by the time I unbuckle his belt and throw it to the side. I unbutton his pants and give him a long, silent look. I grip his face and tell him to stare at me while I’m doing this when he breaks eye contact. He nods in agreement.
I take my underwear from his mouth because I want to hear him say it. When I throw my underwear to the side, he starts pleading with me once again.
What do you want, I innocently inquire.
“Just do it, please.”
“Do what? I don’t understand.” As I lick his balls, I say this literally.
Just put it in your mouth, please.
I take a seat and observe him for a while. What will I get from this?
He’s stunned. Oh my god, I used to be a baby sub. The art of pleading takes practice. I’ll eat you out, he concludes.
I lick his dick once, giving it a lengthy stroke, but I don’t eat it. And what else?
Should I fuck you?
As I run my fingers up and down his chest, I shrug.
“Fuck! Ok! I’ll call you a whore and bend you over that desk!”
Therefore, I put him in my mouth and get fucked up. I bury my head in him so deeply that he gasps and says something about how fantastic it feels like never before.
He is gone in two seconds. Literally. The shortest blowjob of my life.
I kind of anticipate the magic to stop when I untie him. But he flips me over and straps me to the bed right away. He tugs my hair, threatens to make me pay for having him wait, brings me to my desk, and bends me over.
Just as he was calling me a whore, I reached my climax.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zlossp/i_taught_this_dude_how_to_dominate_f