My Shy Girlfriend Discovered She Liked Dominating Me

Camila and I were talking more and more often. Even though she was such a quiet girl, there was something about her that drew me in in a way I couldn’t quite explain. I’d always been the confident one, the kind who walks into any place without thinking twice, and somehow her silence pushed me to be even more outgoing to make up for it. A few days earlier, she had confessed to me a fantasy she’d been keeping since we met: tying me to a chair and being in charge of me. I was surprised that something like that lived in the head of someone so apparently innocent.

We fulfilled that fantasy one afternoon, and ever since then I’d felt something loosen inside her. One night afterward I wrote to her.

—How are you? —I typed.

—GREAT! —she replied.

I stared at the screen. Camila never used capital letters, never used exclamation points. She always spoke in a low voice, as if asking permission to exist.

—Why so happy? —I asked.

—I don’t know, haha.

—Of course you know. Tell me, go on.

—I think ever since the other afternoon I’ve been feeling really different.

—Because of tying me to the chair?

—Yes and no. The chair thing was incredible, but I realized dominating you made me feel good. Feeling the control over you. At first it was awkward, and by the end I felt powerful. Sexy.

—I’m glad to read that.

—Since then I’ve been watching videos. I learned a lot. I think next time it’s going to be even better.

It was astonishing how much the way she expressed herself had changed. Before, she struggled to put together a sentence longer than five words; now she was overflowing. I felt like I was getting to know the real Camila, the one who had been hidden all this time.

—So you’d like to keep experimenting? —I wrote.

—Yes. I’d like to keep trying. —And a second later—: You don’t mind, right?

There was the old Camila, peeking through the new one. She was still asking permission.

—Not at all —I answered—. I liked it. You looked incredible in control.

***

The following Saturday we went out for a walk near my apartment. The chemistry was perfect: we talked, we laughed, we brushed against each other as we walked. We stopped to buy ice cream and, before I could pull out my wallet, she had already paid.

—I’m treating you —she said.

—Are you sure?

—Yeah. I’ll collect later.

She said it as a joke, but the phrase left a warm knot in my stomach. The Camila from a month earlier would never have said something like that.

When we got to my apartment we flopped onto the bed. I imagined we’d chat for a while before anything happened, but she took the initiative right away. She pushed me so I ended up on my back, took off her shoes, and climbed on top of me just to give me a short kiss on the lips.

—Take off your pants and shirt —she ordered, and got down.

I obeyed without thinking and ended up in my underwear.

—Aren’t you taking anything off? —I asked.

—I’ll take it off when I want to. Focus on obeying.

We kissed. The erection came almost instantly. She was wearing a short black dress, but what suited her best was that new attitude. For the first time I broke my own game rules and heard myself asking out loud.

—I’d love it if you took off your dress.

—If you behave, maybe I will.

—What do I have to do?

—First, turn around.

I turned, facing away from her, wanting desperately to look and with no permission to do it. I heard her walk over to her bag. When she came back, she pulled my arms behind me. I felt something metallic close over my left wrist, a sharp click, and then the same sound on the right. I had no idea where she’d gotten a pair of real handcuffs from, but I didn’t bother asking.

—Now you’re all mine —she murmured.

I didn’t answer.

—Right? —she insisted, and squeezed my balls with her hand.

—Yeah —I blurted—. I’m all yours.

***

I thought we’d start right away, but instead she took out a sleep mask and put it on me. The darkness sharpened my other senses. The room was silent; only every so often did a car pass in the distance. And her steps. I could hear her footsteps circling around me.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I felt her fingers trace my legs in slow circles. Without sight, the softness of her skin became enormous. Then, nothing. A few blank seconds of waiting that made me anxious.

—What are you doing? —I asked.

—Shhh. Don’t ask questions.

—Please, tell me.

—I’m just looking at my merchandise.

Suddenly I heard the unmistakable click of a phone camera. I jumped.

—Hey, no photos. Delete it.

—Shhh. You’re not here to give orders, but to follow them.

—I don’t like photos.

—It’s just for me. You look cute like that, tied up and blindfolded. I’m the only one who’s going to see it. Relax.

I wasn’t convinced, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I thought I’d ask her later to delete it. I heard her put the phone on the table, and when she came close I felt her open palm on my chest, sliding down to my shoulders. Her hands moved up to my face, one on each cheek, and then came a tender kiss that didn’t fit with everything else. How can she be so sweet and so ruthless at the same time, I thought.

She pulled away. She grabbed my hair and yanked upward until I was on my feet. There I stood, trying to guess her movements by sound alone. In one motion she tugged my underwear down to the floor. By reflex I hunched over, but there was nothing left to hide. She pushed at my chest to move me away from the garment, and I heard her toss it into some corner.

I’d always been a guy confident in his body, but naked, handcuffed, and blindfolded, I felt completely exposed.

—Aww, is he sleepy? —she teased.

The comment made me blush.

—And now what? —I asked, to change the subject.

—Now we need to wake him up.

***

I heard something hard hit the table. I figured it was the phone again.

—Are you taking pictures of me? —I said, already annoyed.

Her answer was to grab my balls hard and squeeze, just enough to make me groan.

—Relax. I didn’t take anything. But you’re mine. If I want to photograph you, I’ll do it.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Where had the shy girl who barely raised her voice gone? I felt like I was with another person, and although it turned me on, it also pushed me against my own limits. There was a part of me that wanted to give her everything, and another that fought to regain control before it was too late. That tension between the two was the hottest thing of all.

—I want to watch a movie —she said suddenly.

She took off the blindfold. I thought she’d changed her mind, that there would be nothing else, and I felt disappointed. She walked over to the remote, turned on the TV, and started looking for something. I was still naked and with my hands cuffed behind my back.

—Can you take these off so I can get dressed? —I asked.

—Mmm. You’re fine like that.

She said it with complete calm. She lay down and kept scrolling through titles on the screen.

—Come here, lie down —she ordered, this time gently.

Part of me wanted to insist about the handcuffs, but I decided to find out whether all this was some kind of foreplay, the weirdest I’d ever experienced. I put my knees on the mattress and moved forward. Without my hands to support me, I stumbled and fell face-first onto the bed. I crawled little by little until I reached the pillow. She found it funny to see me struggle to get there.

She picked a movie and kept the volume low. She arranged two pillows and settled into a half-sitting position, watching the screen. I don’t know if it was intentional, but from below the view was beautiful: her serious profile, focused on the movie, with blue light moving over her face. I moved closer to her arm. She lifted it and laid it across my back. I felt vulnerable and protected at the same time, a mix I didn’t know.

—You’re really cute, you know that? —she said, turning her head toward me.

—Thanks. You’re the prettiest girl in the world.

It sounded ridiculously cheesy to say something like that, but it came out on its own. She started stroking my back.

***

—I’d really love to see you without the dress —I blurted.

—Mmmm.

—Please —I insisted, almost pouting.

—Fine. Are you going to keep behaving?

—Yes —I answered, in a more childish tone than I would have liked.

She sat up and turned her back to me.

—Unzip me.

—I don’t have any hands —I protested.

—Figure it out.

I found the zipper with my face and searched for the pull tab. I caught it with my teeth and pulled slowly all the way down. When I saw her bare back I couldn’t help myself and started kissing her everywhere.

—Haha, relax. Behave.

—It’s just that I adore you —I said, and gave her one last long kiss at the base of her back.

She took off the dress, folded it carefully, and left it on the nightstand. We went back to the previous position. I slid down a little more, pressed my face against the side of her abdomen, and started kissing it. Her skin was warm and soft. At first it tickled; then she was stroking my head while continuing to watch the movie with a peace that made me jealous. I didn’t want it to ever end. I kissed down over her hip and to her legs, those legs I’d missed since the last time.

—You’re so restless —she said.

—I can’t help it.

—I’m going to make you behave.

—How?

—I wanted it to be a surprise, but I’ll tell you. Since I tied you to that chair, something changed in me. I’ve been researching and I discovered very interesting things.

—Like what?

—Besides the handcuffs, I ordered something else online. It still hasn’t arrived.

—What did you order? —I asked, way too excited.

—It’s a secret —she said, touching the tip of my nose with a finger.

—Come on, tell me.

—Nope.

—Please.

—I’ll just tell you it’s going to be an interesting way to keep your impulses under control.

The hint was enough for me.

—One of those chastity cages? —I asked.

—How the hell did you guess? —she said, genuinely amazed.

—I’m not sure I’m that keen on using something like that.

—You’re going to use it. You’ll have to behave very well if you want me to free your little buddy. So enjoy your freedom for now.

All that talk made me nervous and horny at the same time. I couldn’t take it: I crawled up to her neck and started kissing it. She held the back of my head and tilted hers back to give me full access. Her breathing deepened. She was liking it.

***

I kept kissing her neck with everything I had, and suddenly I felt her hand close around my cock. She started stroking it slowly, and that touch turned me on so much that I kissed her with even more hunger. I moved from her neck to her chest, to one of her breasts. She was thin, but she had big breasts; I wanted to rip off her bra, take both in my hands, bury my mouth in them. But the handcuffs were still there, reminding me who was in charge.

—Kiss my legs —she ordered.

I crawled downward and started above the knee, moving slowly up her thigh. Each kiss was a small victory I wanted to stretch out as long as possible. I could smell a soft lotion. When I got too close to her crotch, she placed her hand on my head, marking the limit. Not discouraged, I lunged for the inner part of her left thigh, buried my mouth there, and traced circles with my tongue over that white skin. She shuddered.

—I really like what you’re doing —she said, breathless.

I kept going a little longer until she started tugging me toward her mouth. With my hands free it was hard to move; she held me so I wouldn’t fall. In the end she got tired, pushed me aside, and climbed on top. She kissed me and then got up just to take off her bra. Seeing her like that made desire explode in my chest.

I couldn’t sit up. Instinctively I moved my hips to pull her sideways, and we ended up both on our sides, face to face. At last her nipples were within reach. I went straight for one, opening my mouth just enough to take it all in.

—Oooh! —she moaned when I caught it.

She held the back of my head while I devoured her. My cock brushed her thighs; hunching a little, I could almost reach her sex. Every touch drew a sound and a squeeze from her. I pushed and pulled back, trying to excite her more, wanting her to take off her underwear so I could plunge in once and for all.

She lowered her hand to the base of my cock and guided it against the spot she wanted, using it like an object to give herself pleasure. When I thought I couldn’t get any hotter, she slapped me in the balls. The pain hit me like a spark and I started thrusting hard. She moaned, again and again, until she couldn’t take it anymore: she pushed me away to hurry and pull off her panties.

She finished taking them off with her feet and tossed them on the floor. She looked me in the eyes. My face was level with her chest; she leaned down to reach my lips and I tilted my head back to kiss her. It was a kiss full of desire and tenderness, both things at once.

—Slowly —she said, taking the base of my cock again.

Even though I was incredibly aroused, I tried to hold back and pushed in slowly. It went in little by little. She stopped moving and all that could be heard was her breathing. Halfway in, she squeezed the base to stop me; then she understood she had to let go for it to go all the way in. Looking for something to grab, she took my balls again. She squeezed them, and that pain almost made me lose control right there.

Suddenly she squeezed with much more force. The jolt lit me up so much that I drove the last inches in all at once. She relaxed. I pulled out a little and plunged back in, faster. She wouldn’t stop moaning, and she began moving her hips to make sure she had all of me inside.

We reached the point of no return. I was going in and out hard. I pressed my face against her chest, licked her nipples, felt them harden against my tongue. That seemed to drive her crazy; she dug her nails into my back.

She changed position. She pushed me onto my back and sat on top of me. She adjusted my cock and dropped down in one swift motion, a delicious sensation. She started riding me, up and down, with her breasts bouncing in front of a face that could do nothing but watch. My hands wanted them and couldn’t have them. Every time she came down, I thrust my hips upward to meet her.

I saw her take one arm behind her back. I thought she was going to brace herself, but her hand captured my balls again and started squeezing. Desire shot through me again.

—I don’t know if I can hold on —I told her.

—Almost there. Hold on a little.

She kept riding me. Having me gripped like that made the task of holding back three times harder. That a girl so petite, who until recently had seemed so fragile, could put on so much force and hurt me that much turned me on like nothing else. Her moans rose higher. I pushed harder to leave not even a centimeter out. The thrusting turned violent, until she let go and gave me one last slap whose crack I heard all over the room.

That hit took me to the edge. I let out a groan and she caught my balls again, squeezing with all her strength just as I came. I emptied myself inside her. Her moan was softer, and the tension in her whole body told me she was coming too. We gradually slowed down until we were exhausted, me covered in sweat, her spent.

After a few seconds she collapsed beside me, catching her breath, and pulled me close to hug me. I rested my face against her chest again, but this time there was no desire, only immense peace. The quietest girl I’d ever known had completely undone me, and for the first time I didn’t want to take back control.