Her Kink

Chapter 0: Love at first sight
“If I was her boyfriend, I would never get bored of her.”
It was just three years ago that this exact thought entered my mind. The reason for this thought was nothing but half a second of eye contact.

I had just started my second year of college. At the start of my first year I had promised myself to be a little more assertive and act with more self-confidence. In a way, this promise with myself had the result I desired. Or the result I thought I desired. I’m by no means unattractive, but also not good looking. Not good looking enough to breeze through life on looks alone, at the very least. But it suprised me what a little confidence can do. The very first night I went to a bar near campus in my first year, I woke up the next day with a pretty girl laying next to me. At the time, I couldn’t be more happy and excited for the rest of my college life.

And that night turned out to not be just a fluke. More often than not I would walk out of that bar with a girl locked into my arm. But unfortunately, it didn’t take long for that excited and happy feeling the first night gave me to dissipate. One-night stands and hook-up’s left me feeling empty, sometimes even during the act itself. The solution seemed simple: start a more meaningful relationship. But although this once again started out as a new and exciting experience, most of these relationships quickly ended because of my lack of effort. At some point, I just stopped caring for the person I was with and that empty feeling returned.

Still looking for an excuse to ignore a darker side of me, I blamed the girls I had been dating. They just weren’t right for me, they weren’t the one. I shouldn’t be trying to love a girl, a girl can only be the girl if I want nothing but to love her, be with her. I should fall in love with her the first time I look at her. Love at first sight.

Unfortunately, you can’t fall in love at first sight just because you want it to happen. The college was big enough to see new faces every day, but no girl I met during my first year of college was the girl.

But my second year had just begun, and it happened. Walking around campus with a friend was a stunningly beautiful girl. Beautiful enough for me to completely ignore the not in the least badlooking friend and instead focus on her. Long, straight dark brown hair reaching her lower back. Bright eyes with a undoubtely beautiful color I wasn’t able to determine from our current distance. A small physique overall, yet not small in every place. Not in the places where it really counts, you might say. The bright blue blouse she was wearing could not hide the pair of well developed breasts beneath it. But if hiding such features was the goal of her clothes, the tight black skirt under it failed even more miserable in hiding her voluptuous bottom. Although she was walking towards me, seeing her from the front was enough to see her hourglass figure.

While I was just standing there, staring in her direction, she and her friend walked closer to me. That’s when she noticed me and we had that quick moment of eye contact. A light tint of green, that’s the color.

Shortly after the girl had diverted her gaze from me, her friend also noticed my presence.
“Ah!” She quickened her pace-the beautiful girl walking behind her trying to match her increased walking speed- and approached me.
“Sorry to bother you” the girl began before she stopped in front of me, “but me and my friend here have just started attending classes here, and we were wondering where this building is.” She held out a map of the campus grounds in front of me which she just pulled from the back pocket of her jeans. She pointed at one of the smaller buildings on campus, one for smaller classes and lectures.
“Ah, I’m actually just heading in that direction,” I wasn’t, but I completely forgot where I was going. “so I could walk you girls there.”
“Really? Great!” The girl said with a big goofy grin on her face, while the receiving end of my love on first sight was still silently staring at the ground behind her friend.
“Alright, let’s go.” I said as I started walking in the right direction while regretting I’d have to lead the way and would not be able to admire the obviously shy girl from behind.

“I’m Caroline, by the way.” said the shy girl’s blonde friend as she tried to match my pace and walk besides me. “And my friend’s name is Alyssa.”
“Nice to meet the both of you.” Especially nice to meet Alyssa, though. “I’m Charles.”
“Oooh, can I call you Charlie?”
“Hmm… No.”
“Whaaat? Why not?” Caroline asked with a fake pout.
“Can I call you Amy?”
“What? That isn’t even my name.”
“Charlie isn’t mine either.”
Caroline sighed, and dropped the topic. I heard a soft giggle from behind us. I looked back, but Alyssa had already averted her gaze back to the ground.

“This is it.” I pointed my hand in the direction of the old small building in front of us.
“Thanks, Charlie.” She had been waiting to say that. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, see you.”

In the next few months I did see Caroline around and spoke to her on multiple occasions. More often than not, Alyssa was standing behind her silently. But although still quiet most of the time, once in a while even Alyssa spoke up and said something to me. She slowly got more comfortable with me after about 3 months since we had met for the first time, she really took part in our conversations and even talked to me when Caroline wasn’t around. Then, one day when talking with Alyssa without Caroline around, I took my chance and asked.

“Hey, I was wondering if you would go out with me sometime.”
“O-Out?” Flustered by my question, she looked away from me again.
“Yeah, on a date.” I wasn’t going to back down yet. But, after saying that no reaction came from Alyssa, and things were getting awkward quickly. “You don’t have to say yes, I just wanted take my chances and ask…”
“…Yes.”
“Yes…? You’ll go out with me?” She nodded, still not looking me in my eyes. “Great! I’ll pick you up tonight at 8, if that suits you too.” She nodded again.

I was standing in front of her dorm that night with over half an hour left before it was 8. And so I nervously waited until it was exactly 8 before going inside and knocking on her room’s door. She opened the door within seconds, but at least 10 seconds after she opened the door for me must have gone by before I said something. I was once again in awe of her beauty. Her long brown hair was neatly groomed. She was wearing a little make-up, but not too much. She was wearing a tight dark blue dress, revealing some but not a lot of cleavage, and reaching to just above her knees. Over it she was wearing a small unbuttoned pink jacket. Beneath her dress she was wearing high heeled open sandals and long white socks with a frilly edge on her feet. It was by no means a revealing outfit, but I still couldn’t help but be impressed by her natural beauty.

“You look beautiful.” I said after staring at her a little too long.
“Ah, t-thanks… Caroline helped me pick my clothes.”
“Let’s go.”

I took her to a decent restaurant, held open doors, and talked about unimportant stuff with her all night. But on the way back, I asked the cab driver to stop for a while. Alyssa had a puzzled look on her face, but without saying anything I just grabbed her and pulled her out of the cab behind me. We were standing in front of a police station.

“I know how shy you are, so I thought this up in case you just went along with me because you didn’t want to decline.” Her look only became more puzzled. “I’m going to kiss you now, so if you don’t want that you better run to the police.” I said it with a smirk on my face, but I couldn’t help but be a little worried she really would run to the police station.
“…Idiot.” My shock of her verbal attack was quickly overwhelmed when she jumped up and kissed me. Yeah, I would never get tired of her.


Chapter 1: My kink
But now, it’s two and a half years later. I’m supposed to be in my last year of college, but due to my own lack of effort I probably won’t be able to graduate this year and I’ll have to repeat my final year. But I don’t really mind, as she will still be here next year too. My girlfriend.

I never got tired or bored of her, but it pains me to admit that I have gotten bored of our sex life. It took me half a year to get this far, but after the exciting first times nothing ever changed in our sex life. The same foreplay ending in the same position every single time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, any guy that gets to have sex with a girl like Alyssa should be the luckiest guy in the world, yet here I am complaining about it.

There’s one explanation I can think of though. The one I always tried not to think about. Since even before I started college, I’ve had a fascination for femdom domination. Over the years I’ve continued looking at video’s, pictures, and stories about this topic on the internet once in a while. Even when I started dating Alyssa, I couldn’t help but go online and look at this kind of stuff sometimes. And instead of getting less interested in it over the years I spent with my girlfriend, I started looking for more extreme stuff. Stuff I would never want to happen to me in real life. However, I can’t help but be interested in trying some of the kinky but harmless things I’ve seen. Unfortunately, I could never ask Alyssa to try something like that. She may have opened up to me, but she’s also still that shy quiet girl I met three years ago. I could never ask her to do something that’s so far from what someone with her personality would do. Yet, cheating on her is obviously even less of an option…

“So, how far along are you with your final paper?” She asked me while getting me something to drink.
“Eh… 50.”
“50 pages? Your further along than I expected you would be.”
“Not pages…”
“What? 50 percent? You should hurry if you’re only halfway through, you’ve only got a week or two left until the deadline.”
“…Words.”
She sighed deeply. “You’re not gonna make it, are you?”
“Probably not.”
“Are you planning to be a student forever?”
“Nah, just until you graduate next year.”
“Yeah, that’s nice… It would’ve been more helpful if you graduated this year and found a job. I do want to live together with you sometime, you know…” Hearing her basically say she wants to move in together suprised me, but the idea of living with Alyssa doesn’t sound too bad.
“Actually, I’ve saved up quite some money working side jobs in the past four years. If we can find a cheap apartment near campus I could afford the rent for at least a year. After that we can find a job and maybe look for something better after all.” While I was talking, a big smile appeared on Alyssa’s face.
“Really?!”
“Yeah, why not?”

Finding a cheap apartmant near campus turned out to be more difficult then either of us had expected, but halfway through both of our final years in college (Hopefully…), a suitable place opened up and we jumped right on it.

“Are you sure you want to live here even if it might be for no more than half a year?” I asked her while whiping the sweat off my forehead.
She put down the box she was carrying. “Are you really asking this now that we’ve almost finished moving all of our stuff here from the dorms? And didn’t you already make a down payment and pay the warranty?”
“Well yeah, but…”
“Look, we don’t even have to move out of here as soon as we graduate. There’s nothing wrong with this place.”
“I guess you’re right. Different subject, then… Tomorrow is our third anniversary. Want to go to that restaurant we went to on our first date or something?”
“Hmm… We could also just stay in.” Her not wanting to go out didn’t really suprise me anymore. She was still uncomfortable with too much people around. “And we could ‘break in’ our new home?” She added with a wink. This did surprise me a little. Although we had sex regularly, she was never very direct about it. But I was pretty sure she was talking about having sex just now.

The next day came around, and we almost finished unpacking our stuff. We skipped classes that day, and were getting ready to spend our first night in our new home. Alyssa was already in bed when I came out of the bathroom. She had tucked herself in and was completely covered with our duvet except for her neck and head. I quickly got in bed beside her.

“So… Any special request?” She asked me with a mischievous smile as soon as I got into the bed.
“Huh? N-No, the usual is fine, I guess…”
“Really? You don’t want to try something new?” Again with this directness I wasn’t used to… But this may be my only chance.
“Well, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try but…” I turned my eyes away from hers as she had done so many times with me before we started dating.
“Tell me!”
“N-No, it’s a little too much, I think… I don’t want you to think I’m… You know.”
“I have fantasies too, you know.” Again with the surprises. “How about this: first we do what you want to try, then we do what I would like to try. No judgment.”
“R-Really?”
“Yeah, really. Now tell me, what would you like to do?”
I took a big breath to gather my courage and started “Well… Do you know what femdom is?”
A glint appeared in her eyes. “Yeah, of course.”
“I would like to try something like… Being tied up and you taking charge, or something. Nothing too hardcore…”
“Sure, why not.” She somehow seemed disappointed, but got out of bed right away. Only now I noticed that she was completely naked.
“Wait, what about yours?”
“Ehm… I’ll tell you later, okay? Let’s first do your thing.”

That evening, for the first time in a quite a while, the excitement was back. Alyssa was strangely assertive and tied me to the bed using leftover tie rips we used during the move to this apartment. She jerked me off until I almost came, but then quickly let go of my penis telling me to hold out a little longer. She then stood on the bed and slowly lowered herself on my fully erect penis. She rode me like a toy for the rest of the night, her body moving up and down on my dick. Down from where I was laying she looked even more beautiful than usual to me, her pale white skin glistening with the ocasional drop of sweat. Her ample breasts moved up and down with her body, but were always moving just a little behind the rest of her body. Every time I came and lost my erection, she was able to quickly get it up again by teasing it with her hands or mouth. After what seemed like hours, I was exhausted.

I collected myself after panting for minutes, and asked her “W-what about what you wanted to try?”
She visably pondered my question for a few seconds before answering “Forget about it, I’m not comfortable sharing this yet after all…”
“Whaaat? I told you my kink!”
“Sorry, honey… How about this: I will take a raincheck on my turn and let you know when I’m ready to share this side of me with you.”
“Alright, then…”

I felt kind of guilty having her grant a fantasy of mine and not doing anything back, but I was mainly curious what her kink could possibly be. Could it be more hardcore or stranger than mine? And if so, that means I could’ve asked her to do a little more… Like make me kiss her feet. Or make me perform cunninglus on her all night long… There’s so many other things I would’ve liked her to make me do, but above all I wished I would’ve gotten the chance to just give her complete control for a night without limits. I regretted not taking this chance to tell her more about my fantasies.


Chapter 2: A gust of wind
A month went by without either my or Alyssa’s kink coming up in conversation. We were getting used to living together and went back to our normal sex position. But one night, after we just had sex…

“Hey Charles…” I turned by attention to Alyssa.
“Yes?”
“Do you love me?” She asked completely serious.
“I do, I think I’ve said that before.”
“Oh, okay. I love you too.” She picked up a book she has been reading for the past few days from her nightstand.
“You can’t end the conversation with that, there was obviously something behind that question.”
“Ah…” She seemed startled by my prying. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking about that raincheck on… You know.”
“Your kink?” She nodded. “What has me loving you or not got to do with that?”
“Well…” She turned red and looked to the corner of the room. “It’s pretty out there. Stranger than yours.”
This is my chance. “Actually, it probably isn’t… I didn’t really tell you all of it when we tried mine last time.”
“What, really? I guess I can’t really blame you since I didn’t tell you mine at all… What would you really want me to do?”
“Eh, anything, really. Take complete control and make me pleasure you in any way you want me to. Maybe punish me… Just domination in general.”
Alyssa looked at me from the corner of her eyes. “Hmm… That might actually work…”
“What?”
“In combination with what I want to try…”
“Ah. So… What’s that?”
“Do you promise you won’t be disgusted and leave me?” She asked with a slightly trembling voice.
“Of course I won’t leave you, I promise.”
“Then let’s do it tomorrow… I’ll try to both fulfill your real wish and mine.”

She didn’t want to just tell me her kink even when I asked during the rest of our conversation that night. But I was excited enough to have a hard time sleeping that night. Excited for both getting a real chance to fulfill my darkest wish, and finally seeing this supposedly extreme fetish Alyssa has. I somehow have my doubts about it really being that bad, though. Even though Alyssa seems to accept my kink pretty well, it would be just like her to judge her own kink as disgusting even if it is less so than mine from an objective standpoint.

During the next day my excitement only increased. The day couldn’t go by fast enough, but unfortunately I had a long day and a lot of classes until late afternoon. When I finally got home it was already getting dark outside. Alyssa’s boots were standing in the hallway, so she was already home as I had expected.

“I’m home!” No answer. “Alyssa?”
“I’m in here!” She yelled from our bedroom.
“What are you doing in here?” I said as I walked towards the bedroom. But as soon as I reached the door opening I didn’t really need an answer to my question anymore. Alyssa was dressed in a tight black leather dress. Contrary to her usual outfits, it showed both a lot of cleavage and leg. The cleavage of the dress went on until the lower side of her breasts only to spread out again to show off some underboob and part of her belly. The dress was so short I would almost be able to get a clear view of her pussy if it wasn’t for the dark brown pantyhose she was wearing covering it. On her feet were a pair of black leather boots almost reaching up to her knees. The zigzagged white shoelaces of the boots reached from all the way to the top down to the boots’ tip. It must’ve been a chore to put them on. The boots had 6 inch heels, making her seem a lot taller than she actually was. She looked a bit more intimidating than usual at the very least.
“Take off your clothes, please.” The please wasn’t necessary. I took my clothes of at record-breaking speed. Seeing my excitement, Alyssa smiled. “I thought we’d start with some of the stuff you like. I’ll finish with something I like, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Get on all fours and crawl to me.” She said it while trying to seem stern, but it came out pretty forced. But I obeyed, of course. “Now kiss my feet.” I placed a kiss on the top of both her boots. “My feet, not my boots.” I moved for her shoelaces and started untying them. “Use your mouth, not your hands.” Every command she uttered seemed to come more natural, and every one of them got me a little harder.

Unfortunately untying her boots was as much work as I had imagened, even more so using nothing but my teeth. But Alyssa patiently waited for me to finish and so I just kept working on it as fast as I could.


Chapter 3: Graduation
Another half year past by and this year I was ready to graduate, together with Alyssa.