Geek Girl

Of course when trying to meet boys from college it's not like you can quickly find out who was into bondage by doing a search like you could on the internet, my usual favourite source of all things sexrelated. So I just made an educated guess. I followed my theory that while some geeks are boring, dull and unimaginative, the others are a different matter. They may be slightly repressed or shy but underneath they are creative, kinky and dirty. And very horny. Timothy was one such geek. He was flaxenhaired, thin (but not bespectacled as you might have expected), and definitely a virgin.

I got talking to him at college, and invited him back to my house, which seemed to please him no end. Before he arrived, I strategically placed some handcuffs that I had bought for the occasion on a table by the sofa, which we sat down on. When he noticed the cuffs, he seemed very interested. It was a very simple matter to take him up to my bedroom and handcuff him to my bed. I sat, straddling his legs. I decided to confirm what I already suspected.

"You like being tied up don't you Timothy?"

"Yes, I do. Very much," he admitted.

"And you're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yyes. I've never even kissed a girl." My plan of having him there and then began to dissolve as I realised that I shouldn't rush his first time. In fact, I realised, it could be something to work up to.

"Well let's fix that first then," I told him, and spent the next half hour kissing him. I wouldn't like to say that I taught him how to kiss, as I was never much into kissing, so I doubted I was any good. There were far more interesting things to be doing, but for now I stuck with kissing. I could feel his bulging cock pressing against my groin, even through both our trousers, but I said nothing about it. After half an hour I grew too bored, and decided to use my newfound status of dominatrix to get him to leave, just because I wanted him to. Power corrupts!

"I think you should go now Timothy," I told him, "but promise me this: before you go to sleep tonight you'll think of me, and masturbate. Twice. Because I say so." It was a relatively lame order, but I loved the feeling of power I had from telling him to do this, and knowing that he would do it even though he didn't have to. Timothy agreed, and I released him then showed him out. I went back upstairs, lay on my bed, and masturbated, over the thought of Timothy masturbating over the thought of me – quite possibly the thought of me masturbating in fact! After I had finished, I lay there thinking of what to do next with Timothy. He was so passive and eager – perfect for being my new slaveboy.

The next time Timothy came to my house, I led him upstairs into my room, and sat on my bed. He stood next to the door, looking slightly nervous, gazing down at the floor.

"What shall we do?" he asked, looking up at me furtively.

"I think you should get naked, get on the bed, and get masturbating!" I said, with a laugh. I was joking as part of my mistress role, but Timothy did exactly as I said. He quickly took his clothes off, and knelt on the bed. He took his burgeoning cock in his hand, and began to slowly stroke it. I sat fascinatedly watching him do it. His dick was slightly smaller than Jeremy's, but not by much. There was a thick bush of pubic hair at its base; I would have to do something about that for the future.

"Lie down here," I told him as I shifted round the bed to make room. "I think we should play a game. For every kinky thing that turns you on that you can name, I'll take off a piece of clothing." Timothy's eyes lit up. "But you aren't allowed to touch. If you touch or stop stroking then I'll put all my clothes back on. Got it?"

"Yes," Timothy said, swallowing.

"First one will give you the jumper," I told him, idly fingering the hem of my jumper as I sat between his legs. The excited look in his eyes made it all worth it.

"I like being tiedup and dominated," Timothy said, still slowly stroking himself.

"I already knew that one," I said indignantly. "You can only have my socks for that." I took them off and threw them by the side of the bed.

"I like the thought of being spanked."

"Better," I said, as I took off my jumper. From the look on Timothy's face you would have thought I had just got naked, rather than just letting him see my braenclosed breasts. They are Ccup incidentally, which seems to me to be roughly in proportion with my figure.

"I'd like a girl to put on a strapon and make me lick it." I leaned back and pulled off my trousers before discarding them. This seemed to excite Timothy a lot, although I couldn't tell whether it was the sight of my legs or my panties (with, I suspected, a visible wet patch) that did it. Where I had expected him to go faster and faster, he was going slower and slower – presumably so that he didn't come too early.

"Then I'd like her to use it on my ass," Timothy said. I had seen strapons used in porn before and they looked quite fun to me, so I was pleased with Timothy's revelations so far. I undid my bra, and watched his expression as my breasts came free of its grasp. He must be getting close now, I thought to myself.

"I'd like her to do that, while she made me fuck a blowup doll," Timothy said, breathless at the expectation of my panties being removed. I raised an eyebrow at this last entry, and hooked my fingers inside the waistband of my knickers. Stripping for Jeremy had never been this much fun, that was for sure.

"Stop a second," I told him, not wanting him to miss any of my grand finale. I whipped off my final piece of clothing, and then got on the bed on all fours so that I was straddling Timothy, looking away from him, with my groin above his. There were mere inches between his swollen cock and my moist pussy – Timothy had a good view of them both, and my ass besides. I slowly moved myself (without the smooth grace that I was hoping for) up the bed towards him, my cunt slowly nearing him and the tips of my breasts passing above his dick. Once I got into a position where he would only be able to see and smell my ass and pussy I stayed motionless for a minute, just listening to his quickened breathing as he took it all in.

"Start again," I said, after what must have seemed like an eternity him. I sat up slightly as his hand homed in on his cock so that I could watch. It only took three strokes before he began ejaculating, semen pumping out onto his stomach. It kept going for longer than I had expected, which I decided to attribute to my striptease. I climbed off Timothy, and gave him some tissues to clean up. He dressed and left on my instruction (I'm so mean!). As soon as he did I lay down on the bed where he had been and masturbated to my own orgasm.

The next time I got Timothy up to my room was when he came round for an afternoon of film watching. We watched two films together before I suggested that we go upstairs. Once there, I ordered him to strip and then tied him to the bed, his arms spread to the corners of the bed. I stripped and sat over him as I had done on his previous visit, my pussy hovering tantalisingly over his mouth, and my head looking down at his dick as it hardened. I ran my hands down Timothy's sides and over his torso. He was quite thin, but still had an attractive body. I remembered again about his excess of pubic hair, and once more noted that should I ever give him a blow job, that would need to go.

"Here's the game. In one hour I am going to release you, and we will finish playing. If during that time I have three orgasms, I'll give you a hand job. Otherwise, you'll just have to go without." With that, I lowered myself down onto him. As you've probably noticed, I enjoy these games. I could have just sat and told him to lick, but where would be the fun in that? I prefer to give him a challenge and a possible reward – and guys seem to respond well to that sort of thing.

Timothy started off badly though – I couldn't tell exactly what he was doing but from the position of his face I guessed that he was probably licking my inner labia. It felt nice, but wasn't really going to get him anywhere. I slid backwards slightly so that he would be in the right place, and noticed that his cock twinged as I did so. He began licking my clitoris, and I responded by moaning in pleasure. He tried licking faster and slower, harder and softer, up and down and in circles, guided by my moans and groans. His cock was so hard during this that I thought he might even come without me touching him.

Timothy kept up his licking, and I had two orgasms quite close to each other. I've noticed while writing this that I gloss over a lot of the details. The orgasms took a long time to build up to and felt great, but I summarise them here in a few sentences. I guess after the fact, an orgasm is still an orgasm – the more interesting thing to me is what situation it happened in, which is what I'm trying to write about here. What is more of a turnon now is not that his tongue was on my clitoris, but that it was there because I was making this guy lick me until I had three orgasms before I would even touch his dick for the first time.

After those orgasms, my clitoris got really sensitive, so I got off Timothy for a bit. Twentyfive minutes had passed by then, and another ten before I decided that we should restart. Timothy started slowly, which helped, and took a while to build up to my third and final orgasm, with ten minutes left in the hour. I stayed sitting where I was and began grinding my pussy into Timothy's face while I took his dick in my hand and began to slowly stroke it. It was under a minute before Timothy exploded over his chest, once more releasing more ejaculate than I had expected. Careful not to let him see, I licked some off my hand. It tasted almost exactly the same as Jeremy's, I noted.

I released Timothy and we watched another film. The following day, still pleased with my three orgasms, I set out to the sex shop to try and purchase all the things I would need to fulfill Timothy's fantasy. I bought a strapon dildo with harness and a blowup doll, as well as a lot of lubricant. The shop assistant gave me an odd look, presumably imagining that the doll was for practice with the dildo or something like that.

When Timothy came round to my house a few days later, I told him that I had a surprise for him and whisked him off upstairs. I told him to strip – it's so much easier than doing it myself – and then cuffed his hands behind his back, and lay him down on the bed, face down. I pulled on a pair of latex gloves, making sure that they audibly snapped into place for Timothy's benefit as I walked behind him. I took out my small plug and rolled a condom down onto it, amused by the way that the condom was too big for its small diameter.

"Open wide," I joked, feeling like a dentist in my latex gloves. I lubed the plug and pushed it home into Timothy's ass as he grunted. I had expected to be repulsed by playing with a man's ass, but it was quite fun to watch it take the plug and grab hold of it, like a baby's tight fist grabbing at anything it can find. Once the plug was in, I went to my cupboard and took out the deflated doll. Timothy's eyes widened as he recognised what it was, and he licked his lips. To maximise his anticipation I blew it up slowly as he watched. The doll had pointy breasts, a long nearstraight hole for a mouth, a totally straight hole for a vagina, and a very tightlooking hole for an ass. Once the doll was fully inflated I laid it on its front alongside Timothy, doll and boy next to each other.

"I want you to imagine that this doll is you Timothy," I said, as I tied its hands behind its back to emphasise the point, "because I'm going to demonstrated what I'm about to do to you, by doing it on this doll first." I unzipped my trousers and let them fall to the floor.

I swear that no matter what I did to surprise Timothy, and no matter how surprised he looked, he was always more surprised by the next thing I sprung on him. So when my trousers dropped away to reveal my strappedon dildo, he looked more surprised than he had been by the doll. I got on to the bed and pulled the doll's head back before teasing the end of the dildo into the doll's mouth. I slowly pushed the dildo all the way in, and then all the way out, all the time watching the expression on Timothy's face as he imagined me fucking his face with the dildo. I did it a few more times, before going faster, and then slower again.

"And I'll only stop when you wave your hands," I picked up the doll's tied hands and let them flop down again, "to signify that you are ready for the larger butt plug." I pulled out of the doll and shifted sideways on the bed so that I could enter Timothy's mouth. He tilted his head upwards and opened his mouth, allowing me to slide the dildo easily into his mouth and keep going until I made him gag. I fucked him in the mouth long and slow for a few minutes. I could understand why guys enjoyed the idea of facefucking

– it made me feel very powerful. I noticed Timothy waving his hands, so I stopped and pulled out.

I grabbed the plug and put a condom on it, then lubed it up. I didn't move from where I was, but instead leaned over his prone body to reach his ass. I pulled out the small plug and pushed the medium plug against his slightly loosened asshole. It did not go in at first so I pushed hard and Timothy's ass gave way to the plug.

"Ahhhh, aggghh that hurts. Take it out, take it out," Timothy whined. I pulled the plug out, put the little one back in and sat back down in front of him.

"Quiet," I said irritably, quickly shoving the dildo back into his mouth to shut him up. I fucked his mouth faster this time, and more roughly. Timothy let this go on for quite a while before he dared to wave his arms again, jangling the handcuffs on his wrists. I tried the plug again, and this time it went it without protests from Timothy. I lifted up his torso until he was on his knees on the bed, then I picked up the doll and slid its vagina down onto Timothy's cock. He grunted as I pushed him forwards again and he landed on the inflatable doll.

"No thrusting," I instructed him and sat down on the bed while I waited for his ass to adjust to the plug. We sat there in silence for five minutes until I got bored and slowly pulled the plug out. His ass did not close fully, and remained slightly agape as I pushed the head of my dildo against the hole. Timothy moaned in pleasure as I slowly slid the whole dildo in, idly stroking his buttocks as it went in. I had seen it in porn before but it was still a satisfying thing to watch in reallife; the dildo slowly disappearing inside him.

I thrust slowly and gently at first, watching the dildo slide in and out until I felt that I could up the pace. I grabbed his hair in my hand, pulling his head back, and began to thrust hard. Timothy's body was slammed backwards and forwards, his pelvis sandwiched between mine and the doll's. I wasn't sure if the jiggling of his cock inside the doll caused by my thrusting would be enough for him, but I was enjoying thrusting anyway. One thing that quickly became apparent was quite how tiring thrusting was. I maintained my fast pace for a minute or two but then had to stop to let myself rest. Thankfully it turned out that my thrusting was enough for Timothy, and on my next burst of thrusting he moaned loudly and I realised that he was coming inside the doll.

"Oh god, thank you for doing this," Timothy said as I pulled out.

"Shhh," I told him, and sat between his legs watching as his come dribbled out of the doll's vagina past his cock and down to the doll's ass. When I got bored of that I freed Timothy and let him sit on the bed. It occurred to me while looking at the doll that I would like to be in its place, forced to take cock in all my various orifices.

"Will you dominate me at some point? I think I'd like that," I told him idly. The expression on his face showed his response. It was like watching a five yearold being told on Christmas Eve that Santa didn't exist. With one suggestion I had managed to shatter his illusion of me as a total dominatrix, and I knew then that he could never give me everything that I desired from a man; one such thing was being dominated by him. We broke up that day.

I often think back to Timothy and wonder if I was a bitch to him. On one hand, all he ever really got from me was strapon sex and a handjob, and was still a virgin when we split up because he wasn't right for me in bed. But then again, I try to remind myself, he enjoyed every minute of it and I did go out of my way to fulfill a kinky fantasy.

After Timothy I decided to try and find a guy who, like me, would want to switch between dominating and being dominated.