I’ve always loved the idea of being dominated and being used regardless of the place. As much as I love dominating girls and making them submit, being dominated and controlled by a man always made me soaking wet.
While I was in uni I had a close group of friends. It was a mix of boys and girls and since everyone was pretty chill, talking about our sexual preferences and experiences was quite common, meaning everyone pretty much knew what everybody in our group liked (except the fact that I used to go around the campus and the city while wearing nothing but a hoodie, of course). One of the boys in my group was a fwb of mine. We had already hooked up a couple of times and it was actually with me that he learned he liked being a dom.
One afternoon the two of us were walking down the corridor after studying for a test we’d have later that week. By “studying” I mean we were trying to study while I kept teasing him by leaning forward showing I wasn’t wearing a bra or running my leg on his under the table while being careful nobody would see. While we were walking, he saw that one of the classrooms was empty and the door was ajar. After looking around and not seeing anyone in the corridor, he grabbed me by the waist and dragged me to the classroom, closing the door behind him.