How She Took Control and Taught Me to Please With My Tongue

Dear FemdomU Forum,

I’ve always loved reading the stories on this forum, and I’m excited to share one of my own. This memory came flooding back recently, and I couldn’t resist sharing it with a community that would appreciate it as much as I do. It’s about the first time I went down on a woman—an experience that changed the way I thought about sex, intimacy, and submission.

I was 19, a freshman in college, and like a lot of guys my age, I thought I knew a thing or two about sex. I’d had a couple of girlfriends in high school, and we’d fooled around enough for me to feel confident. But looking back, I realize I’d been selfish, letting them please me while giving little in return. I’d had blowjobs and even a couple of rushed, clumsy fucks, but I’d never once gone down on a girl.

Then I met Hannah.

Hannah was everything I wasn’t—older, confident, and utterly in control. She was a 24-year-old graduate student, and she made it clear from the start that she didn’t have time for romance. “I like your body,” she said bluntly during one of our early conversations. “You’re hot, and I could use some stress relief. If you’re okay with that, we can have some fun.”

I was floored. She was gorgeous—dark hair that framed her sharp features, piercing green eyes, and a body that could make anyone weak in the knees. If all she wanted from me was sex, who was I to argue?

The Invitation

One night, she invited me to her apartment. I arrived nervous but excited, unsure of what to expect. She wasted no time with small talk, leading me straight to her bedroom. Her directness was intoxicating.

“Take off your shirt,” she said as she closed the door behind us. Her tone wasn’t a request; it was a command. I obeyed immediately, pulling my t-shirt over my head. I started unbuckling my jeans, but she stopped me with a raised hand. “No need,” she said, pushing me backward onto the bed.

Before I could process what was happening, she climbed onto the mattress and swung a leg over me, straddling my chest. My heart raced as she adjusted her position, her thighs framing my face.

“You’re going to lick me,” she said matter-of-factly. Her fingers tugged her panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy inches from my lips.

The First Taste

I froze. This was uncharted territory for me, and I didn’t know where to start. My hesitation must have been obvious because Hannah let out an exasperated sigh. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” she asked.

Embarrassed, I admitted the truth. She rolled her eyes but didn’t seem angry—just determined. “Alright,” she said, sliding off my face and settling into a lying position on the bed. “You’re lucky I’m a good teacher. Get down here.”

I shifted between her legs, and she placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me closer. “First rule,” she said, her voice firm. “Use your tongue, not your teeth. Start slow—lick me here.” She used two fingers to spread herself open, exposing her clit. Her scent hit me immediately—musky, sweet, and overwhelming.

I hesitated for a moment before tentatively running my tongue over the spot she indicated. She let out a low hum of approval, which sent a strange thrill through me. “Good,” she said. “Now do it again. Softer this time.”

Becoming Her Student

Hannah took complete control of the situation, giving me step-by-step instructions. She wasn’t shy about correcting me when I got it wrong, either. “No, not like that,” she said at one point, grabbing a handful of my hair to reposition my head. “Flatten your tongue. Move slower.”

Her hands stayed on me the whole time—one gripping my hair, the other holding my ears, guiding me like I was a tool for her pleasure. At first, I felt awkward and self-conscious, but as the minutes passed, something shifted. Her moans grew louder, her hips began to move against my face, and I realized I was doing something right. Her control over me was intoxicating, and I found myself wanting nothing more than to make her feel good.

The taste of her, the warmth of her skin, the way her thighs trembled around my head—it was overwhelming. I lost myself in the act, completely focused on the way her body responded to my tongue.

The Climax

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair. Her hips bucked against my mouth, and I struggled to keep up with her movements. Her legs clenched around me, pulling me closer until I could barely breathe. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until finally, she let out a sharp cry and her body arched off the bed.

I kept licking, following her instructions to the letter, until she gently pushed my head away. “Okay,” she said, her voice breathless. “You can stop now.”

I sat back, my face wet and my heart racing. She looked at me with a satisfied smile, her cheeks flushed. “Not bad for your first time,” she said. “You’ll get better with practice.”

Looking Back

That night was a turning point for me. Hannah taught me not only how to give pleasure but how to take pleasure in pleasing someone else. She showed me the power of submission, the thrill of giving up control, and the satisfaction of putting someone else’s needs above my own.

To this day, I can’t hear the word “teacher” without thinking of her. She wasn’t just my first; she was my instructor, my guide, and the woman who showed me how good it feels to truly put in the effort.

Thanks for reading,
Milo