<p>Yes, I dominate my husband. Ours is a female led marriage and it has been from day one. My story begins long before that, though.</p><p>High school saw inklings of what would blossom into my dominant desires. They never really came to the forefront though. Mostly I was frustrated. I never seemed to be able to fully connect to the guys I dated. We never seemed to be on the same page when it came to physical stuff, which usually meant no one was satisfied.</p><p>By the time I was off to college I’d reached a point of deep frustration. I had a brief period where I wondered if I was gay. It wasn’t because I was attracted to women in any particular way. It was just that I’d yet to find one guy that even remotely approached satisfying me.</p><p>Then I met Benny. It was the first time I’d ever been overwhelmingly attracted to someone at first sight. The funny thing was, Benny wasn’t an unusually good looking guy. It wouldn’t be unfair to say he was average looking, to be honest. He was skinny and a little bit nerdy, too.</p><p>We met in astronomy class during the second week of school (I still can’t remember why I signed up for astronomy, especially since I’ve never had any particular interest in it), and when I say met I mean that Benny bumped into me on his way out of class and dropped his books. I helped him pick them up, introduced myself, and he was on his way out the door as he said, “Nice to meet you, I’m Benny.”</p><p>In hindsight, I was attracted to Benny because he was a submissive. I know that now, of course. I didn’t know it back then, though. I was actually a little confused by my attraction. He wasn’t the kind of guy that had a line of girls eager to go on a date with him.</p><p>After that, I pursued Benny. I wasn’t an experienced domme back then – I wasn’t a domme at all, in fact. I was just a girl that knew she wanted something and didn’t really care about anything else.</p><p>After a few weeks of awkward conversations before and after astronomy class, I proposed that Benny and I meet in the library to study for an upcoming test.</p><p>“Really?” he said. “You want to study with me?”</p><p>Even then I remember thinking his nervousness was cute. I even liked the way he pushed up his glasses as he was talking. It won’t surprise you to learn that he was a virgin.</p><p>“Yes, Benny, I do,” I replied with a sense of cool confidence that I remember being very proud of.</p><p>“That would be incredible,” he said. There was a sense of excitement bursting through his nervousness.</p><p>The library was incredible. There were five floors, an astounding number of books, and all kinds of spots where you could find a little bit of privacy.</p><p>I met Benny at the entrance and took us to the top floor. We found our way to a table in the corner and before he got a chance to sit down I dragged him down a long row of books under the guise of showing him something important regarding our test.</p><p>“Are we looking for a specific book?” Benny asked as we reached the end of the stack.</p><p>“No, Benny,” I answered before pulling him close for a kiss.</p><p>For a second I thought I’d made a mistake. Benny kind of squealed as our lips met and he tensed up in a way that made it seem like he was being assaulted.</p><p>Then he relaxed. His hands moved to my hips. His lips moved. He let my tongue explore his mouth. A moan of pleasure escaped his lips.</p><p>Best of all, he got rock hard. I distinctly remember how good that made me feel, and it wasn’t because I was eager for sex. No, it was a feeling of power that rushed through me. I loved the sense that I’d created the boner between his legs, that I was responsible for getting him hard.</p><p>The look on his face when I pulled back from the kiss felt incredible, too. It was a look that I would soon come to crave. It was a look of utter reverence for me. It was like I’d given Benny the greatest gift he could have imagined simply by kissing him.</p><p>Benny was the first guy I’d kissed that had no problem letting me take the lead. It was my tongue that explored his mouth. It was my decision when we kissed again. Back then, I didn’t recognize just how submissive he was. I didn’t recognize that the look in his eyes was one of total submission. I didn’t recognize that he was essentially telling me that I could do anything I wanted with him.</p><p>I was confident we wouldn’t get caught, so I took Benny’s hand and placed it on my breast. He took the hint and began to squeeze them – over the shirt – immediately. It felt good. Having my breasts played with always feels good, but it felt better because I was in control. I’d told Benny what to do and he’d followed my instruction.</p><p>Feeling a rush of lust and power, I reached between Benny’s legs and grabbed his cock. His eyes went wide and he stared, seemingly wondering what I was going to do next.</p><p>“Is this for me?” I asked. I loved the idea that I’d gotten him so hard.</p><p>He nodded and I stroked him through his pants. For a moment, his eyes rolled back in his head as he enjoyed the pleasurable sensations. I can’t tell you how powerful I felt in that moment. That was the first time I realized that a man’s arousal could be used to control him.</p><p>I let Benny’s cock go and he made a disappointed face. There was even a very brief flash of anger. I went from feeling joyful and powerful to feeling angry in return.</p><p>“Don’t make that face,” I scolded him. “You’re lucky I even touched your cock, Benny.”</p><p>Immediately his face softened. “I’m sorry. I know,” he said.</p><p>I smiled and kissed him again. Just like that the anger he felt was gone and he was back to being a good boy for me. I didn’t really know what the saying meant at the time, but I was definitely experiencing what it was like to have a man wrapped around my finger.</p><p>I remember wanting to let Benny know that I was aroused too, so I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and grabbed his hand. I pushed his fingers into my panties and directed him to feel my pussy.</p><p>I was wet enough for him to slip inside with ease. He made such a loud noise I had to cover his mouth with my hand. It won’t surprise you to know that it was the first time he’d ever felt a girl’s pussy, let alone one as hot and wet as mine was.</p><p>He was actually pretty good with his fingers for someone doing it the first time. He seemed to innately understand that he should be rubbing my clit as it didn’t take long for him to find his way there and send a wild, wonderful surge of pleasure through my body.</p><p>I wasn’t interested in cumming in the library, so I pulled Benny’s fingers from my panties, buttoned up my jeans, and gave him one final kiss before we went back to the table.</p><p>It took about five minutes, but soon enough all that wild lust had calmed down and we were actually able to get some studying done.</p><p>Since you’ve all been young and horny, you won’t be surprised to know that Benny and I were all over each other for the next few months. The dam had broken and our bodies were flooded with the hormones that fuel unyielding desire and there was absolutely nothing stopping us from hooking up and fooling around whenever we could.</p><p>Looking back, I see now that I was a lot like a scientist and that Benny was a subject for my experimentations. I was just doing what felt good, but it turns out that I was in the process of discovering exactly what turned me on the most.</p><p>That’s why I will always be fond of Benny. We broke up after a few months, but he was the guy that allowed me to find myself. It was his innate submissive desire that let me explore my innate dominance and I’m eternally grateful that I got to do it my freshman year of college instead of having to wait until my 30s to truly discover my sexuality. I know, you want to hear about the naughty stuff. Don’t worry, that’s where I’m going.</p><p>We spent the first week of our relationship doing the same stuff we did in the library. It was basically kissing and fondling with a delightfully dominant overtone where I really was in control of everything. </p><p>A week after our first library date we were studying once more. We were at the same table on the fifth floor and going over our astronomy notes when I suggested that Benny and I find our way to that spot between the bookshelves where we’d had fun a week ago.</p><p>I was wearing a skirt, so when I wanted to feel Benny’s fingers inside me I simply lifted it and said, “Finger me.”</p><p>I still remember what a rush it was to command him and have Benny do whatever I said. I’m getting a little wet just thinking about it right now. There’s nothing quite like young lust, is there?</p><p>He dutifully fingered me and once again I saw that beautiful look on his face. I saw that incredible sense of lust that I now know was partly fueled by the fact that I was telling him exactly what to do. Benny loved doing what he was told, at least when it came to pleasuring me.</p><p>I wanted more than his fingers, though. I wanted to cum in the library. A week prior I’d found the idea a little too risky, but I was horny as hell.</p><p>This seems a good place to admit that I’d gotten into watching a little bit of porn at college. This was almost twenty years ago, so at home we hadn’t graduated past dial up yet. The college had high speed internet, which made it possible to find the occasional bit of porn when I was feeling particularly adventurous.</p><p>I mention it because I basically re-enacted something I’d watched when I pushed Benny to his knees between the rows of books in the library.</p><p>He looked up at me with those desperate, eager eyes. I leaned back, pulled up my skirt, pulled aside my panties, and said, “Eat my pussy.”</p><p>It was exactly what the girl in the video had said. She was in a skirt too. I remember masturbating to that video and having a tremendously powerful orgasm as I imagined doing the same thing to Benny.</p><p>Not surprisingly, I had that kind of orgasm as he ate my pussy in the library. What was surprising was that Benny was good at it. Just like he’d been good at fingering me. He innately understood how to eat pussy and his tongue was wonderfully talented.</p><p>I closed my eyes, grabbed his head, and held him between my legs as he worshiped me from his knees. It was beautiful. It really was. It was so beautiful than I’m getting genuinely wet just thinking about it. That tongue of his was truly magnificent.</p><p>It took me just a few minutes to cum. Benny’s submission made it so hot and so thoroughly satisfying. Holding his head in place aroused me. Standing above him as he kneeled made it hotter. All of it was perfect, which is why the orgasm was so satisfying.</p><p>“Good boy,” I said after my orgasm. It was the same thing the girl in the video had said, though the guy didn’t react in nearly the same way Benny did. I swear, the smile on his face made it seem like hearing me call him that was almost as good as if I’d jerked him off right then and there.</p><p>Of course, Benny didn’t get an orgasm. Mostly it was because I had no way of cleaning up the mess he’d make. It also doubled as the first time I found pleasure in denying a man the climax he craved, though.</p><p>It was two weeks after our first hookup that I made Benny cum for the first time. His roommates were out and we had a few hours to play in his room.</p><p>We did plenty of fooling around in his bed. I let him take my shirt off and play with my tits in the sheer black bra I’d bought just for the occasion. I still remember how delighted he looked when he saw it on me for the first time.</p><p>“You can play with them,” I said.</p><p>His eyes lit up and he gently squeezed my perky tits as we kissed and I massaged his stiff cock through his jeans. I loved how he would moan into my mouth when he was all worked up. I loved how easy it was to get him all worked up.</p><p>“Take your pants off,” I said softly.</p><p>Again his eyes lit up. I’m certain Benny was masturbating regularly during that time, but of course he was excited about whatever was going to happen once his cock was exposed.</p><p>I wrapped my fingers around his erect shaft after he’d hastily stripped for me. I reveled in the look of pure bliss on his face. I stroked him slowly and listened as he moaned.</p><p>It’s worth mentioning that Benny’s wasn’t the first cock I’d played with. I didn’t have a ton of experience, but I had enough to know that if you stroke it enough a guy will cum.</p><p>It was the first time I’d played with a submissive guy’s cock. It was the first time I felt completely in control as I stroked a man.</p><p>I remember feeling an incredible rush. It was like being high on something exceptionally powerful. I was almost lightheaded as I watched Benny surrender himself to the pleasure I wanted to provide him.</p><p>“Does that feel good?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Benny answered between cute little moans.</p><p>I stroked him faster and watched his face contort in pleasure as he pushed his hips upwards, as if to fuck my hand and speed up his orgasm.</p><p>I stroked him slower and watched as just a hint of impatience crossed his face. It still felt good so he wasn’t going to be outraged, but he wanted to cum. He couldn’t, though. He couldn’t cum until I let him.</p><p>“Do you want me to make you cum, Benny?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes, please,” he answered. The desperation in his voice was intoxicating to me. It fueled my dominant desire.</p><p>Instead of making him cum, I sat on Benny’s face. It was another thing I’d seen in a video. I let his cock go, quickly stripped out of my skirt, and pulled down my panties before straddling his head. I lowered my pussy onto Benny’s eager mouth and set him to work.</p><p>“Eat my pussy, Benny. Do a good job and I’ll let you cum,” I instructed him.</p><p>It won’t surprise you to learn that Benny did a very good job. He ate me out feverishly. His tongue lashed my clit as I sat on his face and it was only a few minutes before I leaned forward, grabbed a handful of his hair and had a massive orgasm.</p><p>I slid down Benny’s body, rubbing my wet pussy over his chest and stomach as I went. I delighted in the trail of slick juices I left on his skin. I even teased his cock a little as I let the head of it travel between my pussy lips for just a moment before moving on.</p><p>As I sat astride his thighs I took hold of Benny’s cock and stroked him slowly. “Are you ready to cum, Benny?”</p><p>He nodded vigorously.</p><p>It might have been a little mean, but I spent the next five minutes getting Benny close to cumming and then pulling back. He was dripping precum. His cock was slick with his juices. I knew he wanted to cum.</p><p>I teased him because it felt so good. It was purely selfish. I was so turned on. I can’t even describe it. He was so submissive. He never reached down to try and jerk himself off. He never said anything. He simply rode the waves of pleasure with me. He went up and down as I teased him and then pulled back.</p><p>Eventually, I took a tighter grip and stroked him fast. Benny practically squealed in delight as his orgasm approached. His body shook as the cum shot from the head of his cock and landed on his stomach. He even get some on his neck. It was incredible.</p><p>Afterwards, I let his cock go and admired the mess he’d made.</p><p>“That was incredible,” he said.</p><p>“I know,” I added.</p><p>I wanted to cum again so I straddled Benny’s face. I didn’t ask if he wanted to eat me out. I just dropped my pussy onto his mouth and he got to work. Even after he’d released all of his desire via his orgasm he was a good boy. He ate me to another orgasm and I left my slippery juices all over his face. It was incredible.</p><p>Over the course of two months, Benny and I had lots of adventures like that. We fooled around in public places. I learned the art of the teasing handjob and I even gave my first ruined orgasm, though it was entirely accidental.</p><p>I know you’d probably enjoy hearing some of those stories, but Benny was the first of many guys I’ve dominated and I want to get to them all, so it’s time to move on.</p><p>Next time I’ll tell you about how dominating a man got me fired from my first real job.</p>