I will never forget the first time I wore a strap on. Dominating that young man was everything I ever dreamed about. I was a femdom with a strap on and no one was going to stop me!

I was a senior in high school when I got my first strap on. Oh, sure, by then I had played with vibrators and dildos, but this was the first time I was going to wear one. The guy I was dating at the time had seemed really into me fingering him during blow jobs, so one evening, I had edged him over and over until he agreed to let me do whatever I wanted to him next time if I’d just let him cum. Now I was ready.

I told him to come over since my parents were out of town for the weekend. I put on the outfit that I had planned- thigh high stockings, heels, a black garter belt, red panties, and a black corset. My body looked so good cinched like that. I had just gotten the harness on for my cock when I heard him come in the front door.

“I’m up here!” I called from my bedroom to him. When he walked in, I was leaning against the bed, lazily stroking my strap on. His eyes went wide as he took in the look of me. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” I told him.

“I’m not gay,” he said, but his eyes stayed fixed on my cock. He couldn’t seem to look away from the long, thick, pink length of it.

“You don’t have to be. I’m a girl. You’re still fucking a girl. You’re just not on top.” I pushed away from the bed and walked over to him, nice and slow. His cock was straining against his jeans. “You like my fingers in you so well, baby. And I know you love me telling you what to do. I’m just taking it up a notch. Okay?”

Wordlessly, he nodded, and I then took the opportunity to kiss him deeply. I felt his erection press against me as our bodies met. I chuckled a little, knowing that he was going to be all mine. “Get naked,” I whispered against his lips. “Then get on your knees for me.” 

I didn’t know he could move so fast. I stroked my strap on as I watched. He stripped naked in moments, then dropped to his knees in front of me with a loud thud. I ran my fingers over his hair before I snagged another present I had bought for him- a pink leather collar and a chain leash. His breath quickened at the sight of it and he lifted his chin for me to place it on him without me asking. “Such a good boy,” I purred in his ear as I buckled the collar on. I slipped the end of the chain onto my wrist then gave it a little tug. “Well, slut? It’s about time that you started thanking me for all the presents I gave you. All the work I’ve put into this. Suck my cock.”

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