Hey dummies. Now, lets use our deduction skills - we know that I don’t edge. We know that I love you silly little fistfuckers and rub sluts. So, what would this mean? Ah - that this story involves a partner. I have been asked this story many a time, and I know that some of you are super curious and eager to hear just how lil ol’ me was exposed to this hobby of mine. I know how much you just love to hear my stories with partners and subs, so strap in, dummies. You’ll enjoy this one.

When I was nineteen, I lost my virginity. Not that unique a thing. Back then the girl you know so well was tattooo and piercingless, and I was just starting to dip my toe into kink and find out what I liked. I’ve always had a massive public play kink, and I was just starting to figure out what other kinks I really enjoyed. I had a serious boyfriend at the time. Let’s call him M. M was good to me. Great to me. He babied me in all aspects of life and treated me like a complete princess. Really, he probably kickstarted the entire dom experience from me for you dummies, so you should probably thank the guy. He was 19 as well, and we were both naive kids. I had never even heard of female doms at this point in my life so I assumed the submissive role. Except - not really. Have you heard of topping from the bottom? If not, you’re about to.

While M would consider himself a top, and maybe I would have back then… I always called the shots. Especially during foreplay. There were multiple occassions that we started to play with edging. Handjobs that would last a little too long but not quite long enough. I would work him up right to the brink, right to where I knew he would explode for me, and shift my hand off his cock right at the last possible second. I would get him to the point where his chest would be heaving, his eyes rolling as he begged me to fuck him or let him cum. Depending on my mood I’d swing a leg over and ride him… or I would edge him a couple more times until finally he got his release. One of my favorite times with M was on a long car ride. We had just switched off and we had about an hour and a half left on our mini road trip. It was dusky and we were the only ones in the car, with me driving and him sitting shot gun in my teeny tiny (it felt like) Ford Fusion. M was a big guy, much bigger than me, with broad shoulders, standing at about 6 foot 2, so he filled the space of the car pretty easily. I looked down at his crotch, then up at his face, and then back. He was kind of dozing off, and I decided that I was going to take the opportunity to have a little fun. I edged him for that entire car ride. Through intersections, on sections of highway, on back roads. I would stroke his nice, thick cock up and down with my soft hand over and over until he was just about at his climax - and then I’d rip my hand away and giggle just like I always did. He was gripping at my thigh with one hand and the door with the other, breathing hard through his nose. He was always such a good boy for me, never cumming without express permission.

I was going to let him cum when we got to our destination, I swear… but he looked so fucking good all fucked out and mind-wiped that I just couldn’t help myself. He didn’t cum that night, but I did. That’s a story for another time, though. Wouldn’t want to stress your little brain out with too long of a post.

After M, I tried edging myself… but I like cumming too much. I’d rather make someone edge over and over until their brain is melted like butter in my fingers. I’d rather make someone ride that high over and over. Since then, I’ve done the same with several partners, and as you know, it became a little hobby of mine.

I hope you enjoyed, dummies.

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