I can pinpoint the exact moment when I discovered the joy of being dominated. It happened about ten years ago when I was with my first girlfriend.
This was around 12 years ago. I was 21 and living in my student apartment. It was just a one-room studio, not bigger than a regular size bedroom. Stephanie lived out of town so we only got to see each other on the weekends.
I and Steph were both virgins when we first got together, and I couldn't ask for a more perfect partner to explore sex with. We were both a bit shy and neither of us had had really had a serious relationship before. She'd had a couple of "boyfriends" but I'd actually never even kissed a girl before. I guess I'd always been kind of skinny and young-looking and that made me quite self-conscious so I didn't really approach the girls I liked. I probably wouldn't have been together with either Steph, or my current girlfriend Anna, if it would have been up to me to take initiative.
I felt incredibly lucky to be her boyfriend. She was funny and smart and amazing looking. Short with big hips and boobs. Auburn hair. Freckles. She also had what you would call crazy eyes. Green. Piercing. When she looked at you it felt as if she could read your mind.
One day when we were fooling around in my room she told me to take off my clothes, lie down and close my eyes. That wasn't out of the ordinary, but it was exiting as usual. I did as I was told. I laid there completely naked and felt a cool air pass over my body. Steph was doing something, I heard how she was moving around the room. I was slowly stroking myself, wondering what she was up to. Maybe she was putting on some lingerie? My fantasy started racing and I felt my patience slip away.
"What are..." I was interrupted when I felt her grabbing my arms and pulling them over my head.
"Sscch..." She started to tie my hands together. "I didn't say you could touch yourself, did I?"
I let out a small giggle. This was a new way of talking.
"No but..."
"I own your hands now. Do you understand?" She sounded unusually strict.
"Yes" I laughed.
"I've seen something I just want to try. OK?"
"Sure. Do whatever you want."
"Oh I will," she said and I heard in the tone that she was smiling. I saw that beautiful freckled smile in my mind.
She tightened the rope a bit. It wasn't tight enough to completely immobilize me and I could have escaped if I wanted. But that didn't matter. The mere fact that I was tied was enough to make my heart race. I opened my eyes a bit to see what was going on. She was still wearing all of her clothes. I got a good look at her ass when she walked from the top to the end of the bed. She always looked great in tight jeans and her black Pretenders t-shirt.
"Did I say you could look?" There was that smile.
I closed my eyes again.
"Good. I want you to keep them shut. Just relax. Relax and enjoy." Her hands caressed me from my chest towards my erect dick, but took a detour just above the shaft and continued down my thighs. "I want to try something. Just say stop if I'm making you uncomfortable. OK?"
I nodded and felt her hands on my dick. She started stroking me slowly.
"Does that feel good?"
I nodded and it felt like the rest of the world slowly faded away with every soft stroke.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I... I don't know..."
"Oh, I think you do."
I was probably smiling sheepishly. I don't know why but all of a sudden I felt a bit embarrassed. I mean, I was completely naked and tied down, while she was fully clothed and free to do what she wanted.
"What's wrong, honey? Cat got your tongue?"
"No I just, I don't know."
I got the sudden urge to get up. I don't know why, maybe this was all a bit overwhelming. But when I started to sit up I felt a firm hand pushing me down. I felt the grip around my shaft harden, and the strokes got deeper as if to convince me to stay put.
"Don't get up. If you want me to stop, just tell me."
The strokes softened again, they were waiting for approval.
"No. Don't stop."