Looking back at my first blowjob, what stayed with me was that I controlled everything that happened. I used him and dismissed him when it was over.

I don't even remember his name at this point, but I get the feeling he remembers mine because I named his cock "SLIF" after my name, "S Licked It First."

We had made out a few times at parties and spent some time talking on the phone, neither one of us had cellphones yet (I'm aging myself here, haha). He was kind of shy, nerdy and although he was a guitar player in a band, the rest of the guys mocked him often. I think a part of me had pity for him, but I also liked that he was sweet and a little dorky. Appearance wise, he was tan skinned, wore glasses and was tall and slender with thick, soft kissable lips.

After school one hot, lazy afternoon, I called him to flirt over the phone. I'd already had so much pent up sexual energy and didn't really know how to express myself. I was afraid of being "too forward." As we flirted over the phone, he had a calm velvety voice that sent me tingling right inbetween my legs. I wondered if he felt the same, and if he did... what could I make him do? How far would he go to play with me? He lived about 5 miles from my house and I told him my parents weren't home. I started telling him it's too bad he didn't have a car because if he came over, I would totally suck his dick. "I can ride my bike, " he offered. I didn't mention I hadn't done it before... "My parents will be back in an hour... so if you come over, you better be fast because we won't have much time once you get here" I replied nonchalantly. He looked up my address and said he would arrive in 20ish minutes and hung up.

I was anxious, nervous but incredibly turned on that all I had to do was say, "come over and I'll suck your dick," to get what I wanted. I had power. All I had to do was sit and wait, he would take care of the rest. He arrived in 15 minutes, slighly out of breath, sweat dripping from his forehead and his glasses slighly foggy. He dropped his bike on the front yard and followed me inside to my bedroom. I had music playing and the afternoon light came through my window. I told him to sit on my futon and went to grab him a glass of water. I came back, handed it to him and after he took a few gulps, took it back and moved it out of the way. I sat next to him and leaned toward him right away to kiss him. He had great lips, kissed slowly, sensually, but also a bit shily. I put my hand lightly on his neck so I coud turn his head and lick his ears, then I whispered, "take off your belt." I lifted up his shirt so I could watch him unbuckle and noticed his rapid breathing by the way his abdomen fell and lifted quickly. He was so nervous and I loved the effect I had on him.

"Take it out, " I said. He pulled his pants down a bit and his cock was already peaking out from the slit in his boxers. I reached over and touched it, probably only the second cock I'd ever touched. The skin texture was soft, even though he was fuly erect. Then I told him, "I'm going to lick it, don't touch me, close your eyes and keep your hands my your sides. If you put your hands on my head, I'm going to stop and kick you out." He kind of whimper-nodded and placed his hands on his sides. Once he closed his eyes, I leaned all the way over and licked his head. He tasted like skin and salt. It was probably a mixture of precum and sweat from his aggressive bike ride but I liked it. Something about it was very primal.

“Remember what I said, okay" I confirmed as I continued licking. He squirmed a bit and I looked up to double check his eyes were closed. "How does it feel?" I asked. I don't remember his response, but it was probably something along the lines of really good, since he didn't talk much overall. I only asked him to keep his eyes closed because I didn't want to look like I didn't know what I was doing, but looking back, setting the rules for what he was and wasn't allowed to do and how much I enjoyed being in control, was probably the first time I was a dominant.

I didnt know how to give a blow job, not really, but I really wanted to make him cum. I slowly got more courage and began sliding more of his cock in my mouth, adding more pressure and suction as I got comfortable taking him in. I realized I could fit him all in my mouth so I made sure to do so. I used my hand to hold it in place at the base and I could hear him breathing harder. I could tell he was getting close and then his cock got even harder in my mouth. "I'm gonna cum," he said and kind of moved a little. I think he expected me to pull him out. Instead I held on to his base tighly and sped up my rhythm. Soon I heard him say, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," as his whole body tensed up and I felt his hot semen shoot in my mouth. He never once touched me like a good, obedient boy.

I didn't want to make a mess so I slowed down and made sure to take all of it and swallowed as I brought my face back up to his. I looked at him and said, "that was fun." Then I leaned over and kissed him. He didn't fight the kiss or comment on the fact that I'd just swallowed his cum and was now kissing him. Even though I'd never done it before, at that moment it felt right. If I'm going to swallow your cum, you should be able to kiss me after was something that seemed logical, even on that first time.

I drank from his glass of water, then handed it back to him and he finished it. So does your cock have a name? I jokingly asked, he said something along the lines of I don't know, usually just call him little guy or something. I smiled and said, "Well, maybe I should get to name him then. Seeing as I'm the first person to know him intimately..." He smiled and said sure. Well, I think we should call him SLIF and I gave my explanation. "S Licked it First" and he said okay that's fine with me. We had run out of time and my parents would be home soon, so I walked him to his bike, kissed him again then he left.

I went back to my room feeling a rush. Excited for what I had just done. Turned on and proud of myself. It was my first time and I made him cum in under 5 minutes. Plus, naming his cock after me and knowing he would never forget me... that was the biggest turn on of all.

Now that I'm older and know who I am (A primal dominant), looking back at that first blowjob experience and how he obeyed my orders, how I used him for my amusement, set boundaries for a hard stop, made him taste his own cum and then named his cock... it's all too obvious I would become a domme. It brings me joy knowing that I'll always own that orgasm, and I smile wondering if he ever jokingly still calls his cock SLIF.