Hi, I’m Kimberly, and I want to play a game [Fdom] [f] [m] [huml]

Right, so, when I was in high school, I was quite a perv. Let’s just say I developed early, and easily had the biggest boobs in my class by far. I know lots of girls are self conscious about their breasts but I freaking loved it. All the guys were secretly in love with me and I know it was only because of my chest – but I didn’t care. I loved the power that I had over them.

I deliberately wore bras with little support to make them bounce, hypnotizing all the guys in the corridors. I went without a bra sometimes, letting my nipples poke through my thick yellow sweater. Wherever I went, I would count the boners like trophies, and I’d pretend to not notice. I’d lean over just at the right time, or I’d jump up and down from “joy” in front of the nerdy boys, “oblivious” to my eagerly bouncing titties. I loved seeing them scramble to hide their bulges in the most awkward situations. It really made me feel like I had control over them. I think it was specifically the absolute helplessness that I loved about it, the way I have more control over a cock than its owner. There you go, that explains everything about boys!

Yes, I did feel sorry for them, I did have empathy. I would definitely not have wanted to be on the receiving end. But… come on. It was so much fun. I pretended to have a magic wand that would turn the things into wood with the flick of my wrist. I’d walk past the boys and fshingggg! Bwwwooinnggg! And they’d be all like “noo please don’t do this to us, it hurts!” and I’d be like “I’ll do as I please, I will turn you into wood for staring at my enormous bouncing titties!” Bwongggg!

So yeah… that was my thought process.

But the first time I *really* discovered my “powers” was during an after school party. We didn’t have anything like prom, but we had lots of parties organized by the school, and of course someone always smuggled some alcohol in. I was dancing with one of the guys from the other class, and of course I was playing my little game with him. He though I didn’t notice, but it was all according to my plan. So we were dancing close, but not touching, and he was failing miserably at hiding his arousal, but I pretended to be the oblivious, naive bimbo that everyone thought I was. After a few minutes of this, I started dancing closer to him, and rubbed up against him for a bit to get a better feel of my “trophy”. To my surprise, at some point he made an animalistic groan while standing in a weird way… and then ran off. Yep, I made him cum. I felt this immense rush, like some sort of drug, and I knew that I wanted more of this.

At the time, I couldn’t quite put my finger on what exactly made me addicted to this. It wasn’t sexual, I was not attracted to these guys, nor did I usually feel arousal when I did it, though I admit it did turn me on sometimes. It was the *power*, the control I had, and the helplessness of my “victims”. They were like moths, and I was like the flame – they would come to me and would get burnt. I imagined myself as a magical witch casting spells with just my beauty, making all the boys want to fuck me only to be humiliated by just the lightest of my touch.

So I took it upon myself that evening to start collecting a new kind of trophy – one that is less of the hard pokey kind and more of the sticky, slimy, shamefully drippy down your leg kind.

After my first success, I took a more aggressive approach. When I danced with the nerdy maths guy, I outright invited him to touch my boobs.

Then I rubbed up against the “cool guy” from the class above me. Not even a minute later, he was not so “cool” anymore.

I made out with someone in the bathroom. Just a light touch and rub on his crotch.

Twelve. That’s how many guys I made jizz their pants that night. In our small school, it was quite a significant number. I imagined all the wasted semen that I was responsible for, and it made me feel immense pride.

I did get a boyfriend soon enough. He was also part of my plan. I was not interested in pleasure, I didn’t care for his boring oral or his 1 minute penetration. I cared about my mind games, and with someone who trusts me, I could go much deeper now.

I would tease him all day, everywhere we would go. In school, in the library. He would be raging hard most of the day, but there was nothing he could do, as he *wanted* me to play with him. Silly boy. Then it was math class. What 16 year old boy is going to turn down a handjob, ever? Yes, by that time I had been playing with him for hours, and the poor thing was practically permanently erect. Even after the 15 minute break, he was still hard for me, despite not even seeing me during that time. I waited for the right moment, when the teacher finally asked him a question. Oh yeah baby, you know what time it is? It’s jizzinyourpants time! He tried so hard to concentrate, I’ll give him that, but he knew he had lost this game the moment I touched his bulge. I did him a favor after all, he could walk normally again until the next class.

After the third time that day, he was begging me to stop. Despite that, he still hung around me and wouldn’t leave my proximity. Did he want more? They say us girls are complicated, but wow. Go figure this one out!

What was he going to do? Break up with me because I *was constantly making him cum*? Yeah, no.

So I think it was seven, by the end of that day. Seven trophies.

He’d let me do anything to him. When was he ever going to get another girl like me? I’d make him wear a cock ring for sex, so he’d last longer. Twenty minutes was good enough, and when I was finished and he wasn’t, he’d have to finish himself off because I was “tired”. I’d have him wear the cock ring to school, and I’d continue to play with him. It would make him so hard he couldn’t take it, and he’d have to go to the bathroom to relieve himself. Five or six times on a good day…

I was cruel, I would never do anything like that today, but boy was it fun.

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