How to Dominate in the Bedroom: 5 Guaranteed Ways

1.Lick, Blow, Command

Start by licking his ear—wet, slow, and deliberate. Let your tongue glide along the edge, tasting him, teasing him. Then blow softly on the damp skin, letting that cool breath contrast the heat between you. Feel his body tense. That’s your cue.

Now lean in closer, press your lips just against his ear, and moan while whispering your command—soft, sensual, but dripping with power.

As you speak, slowly slide your hand up his thigh. Let your fingertips graze his skin, inching higher, but never touching his cock. Instead, pause right at the waistband of his pants… and undo the button without looking at him. No eye contact. No rush. You’re in full control.

Then whisper one of these, low and filthy:

“Be a good boy and don’t move a muscle.”
“You’re not allowed to get hard until I say so.”
“If I feel you twitch, I’m zipping you back up.”
“Say please, and maybe I’ll let you taste me first.”
“You want to come? You’ll have to earn it with your tongue.”

Finish it off with a gentle bite on his earlobe—or better, claim him with your hand wrapped softly around the back of his neck or his throat. Keep your body just out of reach, your voice just loud enough to command, and let him burn.

Now break him down. Give him just enough of your desire to ruin him. Moan into his ear:

“I’m so wet I could slide down your cock without even trying.”
“I’m so horny I might ride your face and forget my own name.”
“I want something big filling my mouth... and it better be throbbing.”
“Do exactly what I say… and I’ll let you cover my lips with your cum”
“You don’t get to touch me yet... but I want to feel your tongue shaking.”

At this point, babe? He’s not just under your spell—he’s yours to command.

2.Set the Scene, Set the Rules

Tonight, you don’t need to say much—your body does the talking.

Start by creating an atmosphere that feeds your power. Dim the lights. Let soft, sensual music play—something with a slow beat that makes you move without even thinking. Don’t close the curtains. In fact, open them. Let the city lights pour in. Let the thrill of being exposed heighten your dominance.

Because tonight, he’s the one under control.
He sits. He watches. And he does not move unless you say so.

Wear something that makes you feel irresistible—a silk robe, lingerie, heels… or nothing at all. Move slowly across the room, giving him full view of your curves as you sway with the music. Let one strap fall. Then the other. Glide your hands over your own body like it’s the most beautiful thing in the room—because it is.

Stand in front of the window. Let him watch.
Let anyone watch.

Part your legs. Touch yourself. Moan if it feels good. Let your back arch, your fingers tease your nipples, your hips roll with the rhythm. And know this—he can’t do a damn thing about it. Because you’ve already laid down the rule:
Do. Not. Move.

Even if he’s painfully hard. Even if he wants to crawl to you, beg, please.
Even if someone across the street might catch a glimpse of your silhouette dripping in power… He stays still. Because you set the scene. You own the moment.
And he is yours to command.

3.Put Him to Work

Tonight, he doesn’t just get to have you—he has to serve you.

Lay back, spread out like the prize you are, and let him kneel at your feet (literally or metaphorically). This isn’t just foreplay. This is a ritual. Your body is the altar. He’s here to worship. Start slow. Assign him a task.

“Kiss your way from my ankles to my thighs. Slowly. If you skip a spot, you start over.”
“Use only your mouth. No hands. I want to feel your lips and tongue—nothing else.”
“Make me moan before you get to my pussy. If I don’t react, you’re not doing it right.”

Let him take his time. But never give him full access until he’s earned it.

You control the pace. Pause him with a look. Pull his hair gently. Tilt his chin up and say, “Not yet.” Make him feel your power through every denial, every command, every inch of you he can’t touch yet.

You’re training his mind to crave your pleasure more than his own—and that’s where the magic is.

Turn the heat up more by giving him multiple tasks in stages:

• Stage 1: Worship with kisses and praise.
• Stage 2: Touch only where you guide his hands.
• Stage 3: Use his tongue to bring you to the edge—but pull him away right before you climax.
• Stage 4: Make him hold your vibrator while you ride it—but he doesn’t get to touch himself.
• Stage 5: When you finally sit on his face or let him inside you, remind him:

“This is mine. You’re just lucky I let you in.”

This is your body. Your rules.
And he’s yours to use how you want… or not at all.

4.Deny Him Access, Feed His Obsession

You walk past him slowly, your silk robe swaying just enough to tease what’s underneath—nothing. No panties. No bra. Just bare, warm skin and dripping confidence. You lean in close—your lips brushing his ear—and whisper:

“I’m going to just imagine something…”

Then you smile. Walk away. And close the door behind you.

Click.
Locked.

He’s left standing there, heart pounding, wondering what you’re imagining.
Who you’re thinking about.
What you’re doing.

And the answer?
He doesn’t get to know.

You pour a glass of wine, let the music flow through the room like your fingertips down your thighs. The lights are dim, the air warm, the vibe pure control. He’s outside. Listening. Desperate.

You?
You’re inside, stretched across the bed, playing with your body like you’re your own fantasy.

You send him a message:

“Don’t knock. Don’t come in.”

He can hear the soft buzz of your toy through the door. The gasp. The whisper. The wine glass clinking softly on the nightstand. Your moan—his name, or maybe someone else’s.

He doesn’t know. And that’s the part that ruins him.

You send one photo. A flash of your thighs. Your hand buried deep. Your lips parted. Your hair a mess. Maybe a video. Maybe just your voice:

“I’m so wet… and I don’t even need you right now.”
“You’ll clean this up with your mouth when I’m done.”
“I just imagined something so filthy, I can’t even tell you. Yet.”
“I’m so glad I bought more than one toy… I didn’t want to leave anything untouched tonight.”

And when you cum—loud, slow, selfish—he’s aching, hard, barely breathing. He’s on the other side of the door.
But the real power? You never even looked back.

Until...

You open the door.

Hair messy. Legs trembling. A glow on your skin like you’ve just been pleasured by 10 guys.

You don’t say a word.
You just walk past him—bare, satisfied, and still dripping.

And the look in his eyes? Ruin.

5.Keep Him Hard All Day

You don’t need to touch him.
You don’t even need to be in the same room.

You just need a camera, some lighting… and a plan.

Your goal? Keep him hard the entire day.
No breaks. No relief. No control.

Start his morning with a soft tease—just a close-up of your mouth, glossed and slightly parted, with a simple message:

“You’ll stay hard for me today. All day. Understood?”

Then it begins.

An hour later, another image.
You in lace, bent over just enough to make his mouth water.
Then a voice note:

“Don’t you dare touch it. Just ache for me.”

He’s at his desk, shifting, biting his lip, already fucking ruined.
But you? You’re just getting started.

By lunch, send a video of your fingers sliding under the waistband of your panties—nothing graphic, just enough to make his cock twitch.

Then command him:

“Go to the bathroom. Lock the door. Send me a photo of how hard you are.”
“You don’t get to cum. Just show me how bad you want to.”

He obeys. Of course he does.

But he begs for more.

So you tease him—harder.

“Beg prettier.”
“You haven’t earned my pussy yet.”
“Touch yourself slow… but don’t you dare finish.”
“Edge for me, now. Hands off when I say stop.”

Maybe he’s moaning in a bathroom stall, sweating, trembling, his cock in his hand and your voice in his head.

And then, just when he thinks he might lose it, you send:

“Still haven’t shown you the good stuff.”
“You want to see what’s dripping right now?”
“You’ll only get it if you cum on command. Not a second before.”

You hold his release like a leash.
You own his body with your content.
He doesn’t need porn.
He doesn’t even need touch.
He needs you—and your permission.

By the time he’s done with work, he’s driving home like a maniac.
Hard. Desperate. Practically pulsing in his pants the entire way.

He walks up to the door, fumbling with his keys—
and you open it before he even touches the knob.

You’re standing there in a tight, sexy dress…
Lipstick perfect. Eyes wicked.

And before he can say a word, you drop to your knees.

Right at the door.

You unzip him. Stroke him once. Twice. Slow.
Then fast.

You give him the best hand job of his life right there on the welcome mat.
Letting him cum all over your dress—your chest, your hands, your smirking mouth.
And you don’t even flinch.

You look up at him, spit on your palm, and stroke the last of his release out while he moans like a ruined man.

Then you stand, wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and whisper:

“Go shower. Don’t touch yourself again.”
“Then meet me in the bedroom.”

You spank him—hard. Just once.
Enough to snap him back into submission.

And as he stumbles toward the shower, still breathless, you’re already walking away…

…planning what to do to him next.