My First Sexual Experience Being Dominated
by Harold Stonicifer



Female domination is a universal fetish because it is a sexual reality. Men
can't help being aroused by fit, attractive women, regardless of the
situation, and the embarrassment of this sexual control is the essence of male
fetish. Most men are so humiliated by the idea of female domination that they
are in complete denial that it's even really possible. A man would have to
allow a woman to beat him, and since this is the man's choice, the domination
wouldn't actually be real.

Like most men, I took it for granted that men were just stronger than women,
and that of course a man would win in a real fight. I assumed that women
accepted this, too. After all, it seemed obvious, and it's what most of us
have been taught since childhood. What I failed to realize was that female
domination was real, even if the man presumed to allow it. For all practical
purposes, he was being dominated, and just because he wasn't trying his
hardest didn't automatically mean that he'd win if he did. By "allowing" the
woman to win, he was actually avoiding the possibility that he might really
lose anyway, no matter how hard he tried to fight back.

My first sexual experience was with a naturally dominant woman. She was 26
compared to my 18 and had a fit, buxom build with large breasts, a big, round
ass, and full, firm thighs. I was still growing at the time and hardly an inch
taller than her 5'7". I also had a much slimmer build. At 120lbs, I probably
weighed a good 10 pounds less than her, and she was all muscle and firm, toned
flesh, with no excess fat on her at all. When I took my shoes off, she
actually seemed a little taller than me, and this being my first time, I was
already a little intimidated.

We started typically enough, with me climbing on top of her as we made out.
When she grabbed my wrists and started to push me off her, I thought something
was wrong and offered little resistance. She quickly rolled me onto my back
and pinned me down, her thighs straddling my waist and her hands pinning me by
the wrists. She told me to try and get up. I pushed as hard as I could and
writhed beneath her, but could barely even move her. She laughed and told me
that she was stronger than me. She then proceeded to undress me and stroke my
chest and stomach. She told me that I was prettier than her, too. She soon had
me naked, while she still wore her bra and panties. I felt humiliated and knew
that I was being dominated, but couldn't help being aroused. I tried to take
her panties off but she wouldn't let me. She told me that she'd take them off
next time, but for now, I belonged to her. She grabbed my ass and kissed me as
her other hand stroked my face. Whenever she felt me about to resist and try
to take control, she'd grab my wrists and slam me down, laughing. She told me
that there was no way I could beat her, not ever, and to look at her body and
see. I looked up at her solidly built shoulders and well formed arms, her flat
stomach, and her large, firm breasts, then down at her thick, well muscled
thighs. She asked me if I could see why she could do these things to me and I
nodded yes. My own chest and arms looked thin and weak in comparison.

I had only known this girl for two days and had no idea who she really was or
how crazy she might be, so when she told me she would beat the crap out of me
if I disobeyed her, I was honestly afraid. What was I going to do, call for
help? That would be the most humiliating thing in the world, and she could
smother my mouth shut with her hands or her breasts almost immediately anyway.
I submitted to her every whim and kissed her whenever she started to threaten
me, to try to show her that I had surrendered to her and didn't want her to
hurt me. She could tell that I was afraid of her and found it amusing. She
called me her poor little bitch, and promised not to be too rough with me.

I conceded that she had pinned me down and had me under control, but told
myself that she had taken me by surprise to get the upper hand, and that in a
real fight, of course I would win. As she was getting dressed, I asked her if
she really thought she could beat me, if she hadn't taken me by surprise. She
shrugged her shoulders and said why not find out? We started standing,
circling each other, before clutching each other's shoulders and turning. She
quickly pushed me back toward the wall, then swung me around and flung me
toward the bed, which I hit with the back of my legs and fell into. In a flash
she was on top of me, first securing my thighs between hers, then taking
control of my arms as I tried to push her off and keep away from her. She soon
had my wrists in her hands and slammed me down flat on my back. She slowly
counted to 10 as I continued to flail under her. She could tell I was really
ashamed and told me to calm down and stop struggling. She let me sit up as she
held my arms at my sides by the wrists, and gave me a long, sweet kiss. She
told me that I was still a kid, and that it was OK, which humiliated me even
more. She said it was better that I learn now, that there women out there who
could kick my ass, and asked me to imagine how insulting it was to athletic
women, to have most average, out of shape guys simply take it for granted that
they were stronger just because they were guys.

The idea that I was still growing and that this girl was a lot stronger and
more athletic than average helped to pad my ego, but there was no way I could
deny that I had been beaten fair and square. I didn't even want to think about
what would've happened in a real, all out fight. This girl probably would've
killed me easily, and if she could beat me up, it meant that there were a lot
of other fit girls who could probably kick my ass too.

After a number of experiences like this, I thought that maybe I tended to
attract dominant, athletic women, but that most women probably had a more
traditional attitude. So I tested this idea by going out to bars and talking
to as many athletic looking girls as I could. I told them I was writing an
article about the role of women in general, and was interested in women's
changing views. The first girl I talked to was tall and slim, with a large
chest and toned stomach. Her firm thighs and well formed arms made it obvious
that she worked out. At 21 she was about my age and about the same height. I
started out with typical questions about her age, her family, where she grew
up, etc. I asked her if she excersised regularly and she said that she did.
Then, afraid of sounding like a pervert, I asked her if she thought she could
beat up any of her male friends, particularly the ones who were around her
size and didn't work out. Without even hesitating, she answered that she
definitely could, absolutely, and that she knew it. I asked her if any of
these guys thought the same way and she told me that most of them probably
didn't, because of ego and all that, but that the few who had tangled with her
had found out pretty quickly that she could kick their asses. She asked me
what a flabby, out of shape guy knows about having a fit body, or the pain and
strength the kind of exercise it takes to have an athletic body requires? She
admitted that at 5'9" she was taller than average and definitely fitter than
average, but told me that more and more girls, especially the ones who worked
out or competed in sports, no longer simply took it for granted that men were
stronger just because they were men. Sure they had a slight natural advantage,
but this was easily overcome by exercise and attitude. She looked at most guys
around her size and felt fairly confident that in a real fight, she would kick
their asses, no problem.

Most of the fit girls I talked to felt the same way. When I told them their
attitude was arrogant and dangerous, they turned right around and told me guys
were arrogant to assume that they would win just because they're guys. Most of
these girls had experience wrestling with brothers and sisters, or at least as
much experience as most men who have never been in a real fight either. Girls
also know that sexual distraction is a real weapon. Most men assume that they
could somehow prevent sexual instinct if they had to, but it just isn't
possible. Instinct rules consciousness, it focuses men on fit women, and it is
a huge physical and mental distraction. More than one of my exes sexually
aroused me to help her defeat me at wrestling. One girl could arouse me just
with her voice, and to the point that I could barely speak, let alone
concentrate or think about fighting back. This sexual control alone is enough
to defeat most men.

Women also know how humiliating it is for a guy to lose, and they use this as
they're winning. One girl reached between my legs while she had me pinned. She
told me that I was getting my ass kicked and I still liked it, that I couldn't
help liking it. This girl was 5'3" and about 105lbs, compared to my 5'9" and
140. She was incredibly fit and sexy, and I had already conceded by this time
that it was possible for a girl of similar size to beat me, but being
dominated by a girl this much smaller than me was a new level of
embarrassment. She smacked my face and called me a faggot, which briefly got
me to struggle with all my strength, but she soon had my arms pinned down
against the ground again. She asked me what was wrong, was she not butch
enough for me? I pretended to laugh, but was increasingly disturbed not only
that she could do this to me, but that she was. I struggled and writhed under
her until she told me to forget it and give up, to stop embarrassing myself
already. She pulled my arms up and smothered me with her breasts. My thighs
were still trapped in between hers. She squeezed my legs until I cried out in
pain for good measure, then hopped off of me and called me a wimp. I asked her
why she did things like this to me and she told it was because she could, and
to keep me in line. By this point she already had me broken in,
psychologically and mentally defeated. She had already beaten me at wrestling
several times, even when she forced me to try my hardest and let me start on
top of her, pinning her. She left no doubt in my mind that she could kick my
ass, and we both knew it.

All of this is 100 percent true. This is not to say all women can beat all
men, or that I got beat up by every girl I was ever with. Maybe I am a wimp,
but I have been in my fair share of fights against guys, and I usually won. It
is embarrassing as hell, and difficult for guys to admit, but it is possible
to really lose to a girl, without letting her win or being sexually distracted
or having any other excuse, and like most men, I had to learn this the hard
way.