I Asked My Boyfriend to Dominate Me for the First Time and He Tied Me Up - Part 1

My name is Riya. I’m 19 years old, in my second year of college, and for the last fourteen months I had been dating Rohan, my 22-year-old boyfriend. He was tall, muscular, confident, and incredibly caring — the perfect boyfriend on paper. Our sex life had always been good… but it was safe. Vanilla. He would kiss me softly, go down on me for a few minutes, fuck me in missionary or doggy for ten minutes, and then cum. I always came, but something deep inside me felt unsatisfied. Like I was missing a huge part of myself.
I had been secretly watching BDSM porn for months. The moment I saw a girl tied up, spanked hard, called a “good little slut,” and made to beg for cock, my pussy would throb so hard I had to finger myself right there. I wanted to be that girl. I wanted to be controlled. Used. Owned. But I was scared to tell Rohan. What if he thought I was weird? What if he lost respect for me?
One rainy Friday night, everything changed.
Rohan had come over to my apartment (my parents were out of town for a wedding). We were watching a movie on the couch when I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I paused the movie, turned to him, and my voice shook as I spoke.
“Rohan… I need to tell you something. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”
He looked at me, concerned. “What’s wrong, baby?”
I took a deep breath. “I… I don’t just want normal sex anymore. I want you to dominate me. Like, really dominate me. Tie me up, spank me, give me orders, make me call you Sir… make me beg. I want to feel helpless and completely under your control.”
The words hung in the air. For a second I was terrified he would laugh or get weirded out. Instead, his eyes darkened with lust. A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
“You want to be my little submissive slut?” he asked, his voice suddenly deeper.
My pussy clenched so hard I almost moaned. I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes… I’ve wanted it for so long.”
Rohan stood up, pulled me off the couch by my wrist, and looked straight into my eyes. “Then from this moment, you will call me Sir. You will obey every command. If you disobey, you will be punished. Do you understand?”
My knees went weak. “Yes, Sir,” I whispered, already soaking through my panties.
“Good girl,” he growled. That single praise made my clit throb.
He didn’t waste time. He took me to my bedroom, dimmed the lights, and told me to stand in the middle of the room.
“Strip. Slowly. And keep your eyes on me.”
My hands trembled as I pulled off my T-shirt, then my shorts, then my bra. When I hooked my fingers into my soaked pink panties, he stopped me.
“Leave them on for now. Show me how wet you are.”
I turned around, bent over slightly, and pulled the panties to the side, showing him my glistening pussy. I was dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck… you’re such a dirty little girl,” he said, voice thick with lust. “On your knees.”
I dropped to my knees instantly. Rohan unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick, hard cock. It looked bigger than usual because of how turned on he was.
“Suck it like the eager little slut you are.”
I opened my mouth and took him deep. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my face, not too rough yet, but enough to make me gag and drool. Tears formed in my eyes, but I loved it. I loved being used.
After a few minutes he pulled out, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock.
“On the bed. Hands above your head.”
He took two of my silk scarves from the drawer and tied my wrists to the headboard. Then he spread my legs wide and tied my ankles to the corners of the bed with my own dupatta. I was completely helpless, spread open for him.
Rohan stood at the foot of the bed, slowly stroking his cock as he looked at my dripping pussy.
“Tell me what you are,” he commanded.
“I’m your submissive little slut, Sir,” I whimpered.
He smiled. “Good girl.”
Then he climbed on the bed and started teasing me. He kissed my inner thighs, licked everywhere except my clit, sucked my nipples until they were sore and sensitive. I was squirming, begging.
“Please Sir… touch my pussy… I need it…”
He slapped my inner thigh hard. The sting was sharp and delicious.
“You don’t get to make demands. You beg properly.”
“Please Sir… please touch your slut’s pussy… I’m so wet for you…”
He finally gave me what I wanted. Two thick fingers slid inside me while his tongue attacked my clit. I came almost instantly, screaming, my whole body shaking against the restraints. But he didn’t stop. He kept fingering me through the orgasm, curling his fingers against my G-spot until I was crying and begging him to stop because it was too intense.
“You don’t cum without permission anymore,” he said calmly. “That was your first lesson.”
He untied my ankles but left my wrists bound. Then he flipped me onto my stomach, ass up, face down on the pillow. He spanked me — hard, rhythmic slaps that made my ass burn and my pussy drip even more.
“Count them, slut.”
“One… Thank you Sir… Two… Thank you Sir…”
By the time he reached twenty, my ass was bright red and I was a dripping, moaning mess.
Rohan positioned himself behind me and slammed his cock into my pussy in one brutal thrust. I screamed into the pillow. He fucked me like an animal — deep, hard, relentless strokes that made the bed shake. Every time I got close to cumming he would slow down or pull out completely, edging me mercilessly.
“Please Sir… let me cum… I’ll be your good girl… please…”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “You cum when I say. Not before.”
He fucked me for what felt like forever, changing positions, using me however he wanted. He made me ride him while my hands were still tied, then bent me over the edge of the bed and fucked me standing up. He even made me thank him after every orgasm he finally allowed me to have.
The final time, he had me on my back again, legs over his shoulders, pounding me so deep I could feel him in my stomach.
“Cum for me, my little submissive whore,” he growled.
I exploded. My vision went white. My pussy spasmed around his cock so hard I squirted for the first time in my life, soaking the sheets. Rohan roared and buried himself to the hilt, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside me.
We stayed like that for a long time, both of us panting, sweaty, and completely satisfied. He gently untied my wrists and pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead.
“You were perfect, baby,” he whispered, switching back to his loving tone. “How do you feel?”
I looked up at him with glassy, happy eyes and smiled.
“I feel like I finally found myself, Sir.”
He kissed me softly. “This is only the beginning. Tomorrow we’re going to explore even more.”
I snuggled into his chest, my ass still burning from the spanking, my pussy full of his cum, and my mind already racing with all the dirty things I wanted him to do to me next.
I had no idea how far we would go… but I couldn’t wait to find out.

Read second part too, when we explored Anal side.