For Bisexual Visibility Day, I figured I’d tell you about the first time another guy went down on me. I mentioned it in my article today for the Bull’s Guide (His Mouth, Her Command, Your Responsibility).

It wasn’t something I’d planned. It was something she planned, and she clearly knew exactly what she was doing.

She had her boyfriend get on his knees between my legs and told him to suck my cock. There wasn’t a lot of ceremony about it. He obeyed, I leaned back, and suddenly I had a guy’s mouth around my dick for the first time in my life.

He wasn’t particularly good at taking all of me. Every time he tried to go deeper, he’d gag, pull back, catch his breath, and try again. She thought that was hilarious. I was mostly fascinated by the fact that he kept trying.

Then she stopped him.

She climbed onto me and started riding me herself.

That was where I started understanding her game. She’d get me worked up until I was getting close, then she’d climb off and send him right back between my legs.

Round two was considerably messier. My cock was wet from being inside her, and now her boyfriend was putting it straight back into his mouth. He gagged even more when she encouraged him to take me deeper, but he kept doing exactly what she told him.

And the guy was obviously turned on.

That was interesting to me. He was struggling. His eyes were watering from gagging on me. He was already getting tired. But there was absolutely no question that being ordered around by her and made to service another man was affecting him.

Then she pushed him aside and climbed back onto me.

She rode me again until I was right on the edge.

Then stopped.

Boyfriend’s turn.

By the third round I understood exactly what she was doing to me, and it was fucking brutal. She wasn’t merely switching between the two of them. She was controlling my orgasm by using both of their bodies. She knew how close she could take me herself, exactly when to stop, and exactly how long she could make him work on me before I became too close again.

Meanwhile, her boyfriend was getting exhausted. He’d gag, recover, and go right back to it because she told him to. She’d give him instructions while watching my reactions, then take his place again whenever she decided she’d rather have my cock herself.

Ride me.

Stop.

Put him back on me.

Stop him.

Ride me again.

By the later rounds I was ridiculously sensitive. Every time she climbed back onto me, I thought this had to be the time she was finally going to let me finish. Instead she’d grin, get herself what she wanted, then climb off and hand me back to her increasingly exhausted boyfriend.

She was having the time of her life.

That was probably the hottest part for me. She wasn’t improvising or nervously experimenting. This woman was experienced. She knew her boyfriend, knew what she could demand from him, knew how my body was responding, and was completely comfortable controlling both men at once.

Then she told me how she wanted it to end.

She wanted me to cum on his face.

That created a slight logistical problem because by then she’d been edging the hell out of me and I wasn’t exactly working with a huge margin for error. I had to stay under control long enough for her to get him positioned where she wanted him.

She gave the instructions. He obeyed.

And I managed the timing.

Perfectly.

I was pretty fucking proud of that.

What I remember most about that first experience wasn’t some revelation that another man’s mouth could feel good. Of course it could. A mouth is a mouth, and pleasure feels like pleasure.

What stayed with me was her.

She’d turned the whole thing into this carefully controlled sexual circuit where she got exactly what she wanted, her boyfriend got pushed through something exhausting and humiliating that clearly turned him on, and I spent most of the night hovering right at the edge because she wouldn’t let the evening finish until she was ready.

That was my introduction to bisexual activity in a Femdom setting.

Pretty fucking effective introduction.