Corrupting The Bad Boy

Zach Wilson 11

"Chris was not an ex-boyfriend or friend with benefits, he was my— submissive." She tells me with a sigh while getting off of my lap.

If I wasn't so shocked I would've grabbed her waist to stop her.

That Chris— that's why he was acting that way. "So— oh my god." I shake my head in bewilderment.

"I-I am not like him, Miss Rodriguez." In nervousness, my mouth opens on its own. This was all new to me, "I— don't know, I have never done anything like this before, I mean I've been the dominant one in the bedroom, not the BDSM kind but you know spanking and shit." I nervously ramble.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." With a small smile, she places a comforting hand on my shoulder and gently says, "It's not even right. Whatever we're doing. It won't happen again. So don't worry about—"

"No."

She gives me a confused look.

I don't know nor do I care about what is right or wrong I just know one thing that when she had kissed me, never have I ever felt this deep adrenaline rush. I am not kidding, not any soccer game victories felt this good. Nothing felt this good.

And whatever I said before was true too, I seriously stumbled upon that video of Danielle, I never searched for it, I never even looked at it again. Just that once. Because I was curious.

It's not like I didn't know there are femdoms, I wasn't entirely new to it. But I never thought my own teacher— my flaming hot teacher was one of them.

When I first looked at that video I was shocked. Shocked because I couldn't believe there were men who enjoy this and many of them on an extreme level too.

But what turned me on— yes it had turned me on— was the way the dominatrix held herself, the confidence, the control, the aura, and the way men gave her the control.

They enjoyed giving someone else control, like she could do anything at that moment but they knew she wouldn't hurt them, not unless pleasure is driven through it.

And I have cum at that.

Later when the aftershocks of my orgasm had worn off, I felt weird. How could I enjoy that? I am a man, I was supposed to be the dominant one, wasn't I?

But that dominance that slips through Miss Rodriguez's tone and her actions, effortlessly— Fuck if that doesn't have me hard as a fucking rock.

I take a silent breath, "I don't know what I like or don't like and— I don't think I have it in me to be a-a submissive 'bitch'— as people call it, to delve all the way deep into the extreme depths of this female domination. But I just—" I release a soft sigh,

"I like these little moments we have, the teasings, the playfulness— this is all new to me, but I-I wanna learn, I want to test the waters, see if there really is too much that I still don't know about myself. And maybe you'll help me with it? Because uh I do like that side of yours." I answer sheepishly.