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Sven’s Steamy Coffee Shop Experience
Dear FemdomU,
I’m Sven, and I’ve been reading your stories for a while now. They’ve inspired me to share my own unforgettable experience from my college days. Back then, I had a summer job working at a coffee shop, and it turned into one of the most intense sexual encounters of my life.
I had to be at the shop at 4 in the morning to prep the kitchen and take deliveries. It was grueling work, but I liked the solitude of those early hours. The only other person there was Jean, the baker. Jean was ten years older than me, and she had this intense, commanding presence that always made my heart race a little faster.
One morning, I was bent over scrubbing tables, lost in my own thoughts, when I felt Jean come up behind me. I was surprised and tried to stand, but she pushed me back down, pinning me against the table. Her grip was strong, and I could feel her breath on my neck as she leaned in.
“Stay still,” she ordered, her voice low and commanding. I barely had time to process what was happening before she shoved her hand down my pants, her fingers slipping into my underwear and finding their way to my ass. I gasped, a mix of fear and arousal surging through me.
I struggled a little, trying to free myself, but Jean slapped me hard on the side of the head. “Stop,” she commanded, her voice even more forceful. “You’re mine now.”
She yanked my pants down, exposing my bare ass to the cool morning air. I was terrified and aroused, my mind racing with a million thoughts. I stayed there, bent over and exposed, waiting for whatever she had in store for me.
Suddenly, I felt something press against my ass. I looked back and realized with a shock that Jean was wearing a strap-on cock. It was something I’d seen in porn and fantasized about, but experiencing it in real life, at my workplace, was overwhelming. Before I could react, she squirted lube onto her fingers and applied it to my hole, spreading it around with a practiced ease.
“Relax,” she said, and then she pushed the huge head of the strap-on into me. The sensation was intense—the pain of my virgin ass widening, struggling to accommodate the thick, unyielding intruder. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a cry as she pressed deeper, inch by inch. The pain gradually gave way to a strange, raw pleasure, and I found myself pushing back against her.
Jean gripped my hips and started pumping her hips, driving the strap-on in and out of my ass. The sensation of being fucked, of not being the one doing the fucking, was overwhelming. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through my body, blending together into an intense, mind-numbing ecstasy.
I glanced down and saw my own cock was rock hard, dripping pre-cum as Jean pounded my ass. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, how much I craved this domination. She fucked me with relentless intensity, her hips slamming against my ass, the strap-on filling me completely.
It seemed to last an eternity, each moment stretching out as my body was driven to the brink. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Jean reached around and grabbed my cock, her fingers tight and demanding. The sensation of her fucking my ass and jerking me off at the same time was indescribable. She squeezed my balls, adjusted her speed, and even slapped me to maintain her dominance.
I felt my orgasm build, an unstoppable wave of pleasure. With a final, shuddering thrust, I came hard, shooting my load all over the table. My body trembled, every nerve ending on fire as Jean continued to fuck me through my orgasm.
When she finally pulled out, I thought it was over, but Jean wasn’t done with me yet. She grabbed my hair and yanked me to my knees. “Clean up your mess,” she ordered, pointing to the cum splattered across the table.
I reached for a towel, but she slapped my hand away. “With your tongue,” she demanded.
Disgusted and turned on, I leaned forward and started licking up my own cum. It was degrading and humiliating, but I couldn’t deny the arousal coursing through me. Jean watched me with a satisfied smirk, her dominance absolute.
And that was just the start. Jean had awakened something in me, a deep-seated desire for submission and domination that I’d never fully understood before.
Thank you for giving me a platform to share this experience. I hope it resonates with others who have discovered the intense pleasure of submission.
Sincerely, Sven
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Casey’s Wild Picnic Experience
Dear FemdomU,
I’ve been an avid reader of your magazine for quite some time, and the stories shared by others have inspired me to recount one of the most intense and memorable experiences of my life. My name is Casey, and this happened back in college when I went on a picnic with my girlfriend Allison and her roommate, Loren.
It was a sweltering summer day, perfect for an outing. The park we chose was vast, with plenty of secluded spots that offered privacy but also the tantalizing risk of being discovered. The girls wore shorts and bikini tops to beat the heat, and I was shirtless, wearing only shorts. I’d set up the blanket, and they’d brought a basket filled with food. Little did I know, Loren had also packed a backpack full of surprises.
As we settled down, chatting and nibbling on snacks, Loren casually mentioned she had something special planned. She opened her backpack to reveal lengths of rope, vibrators, and a flogger. My heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
“Casey, strip for us,” Loren commanded, her eyes glinting with anticipation. I glanced at Allison, who gave me an encouraging nod. The air was thick with tension as I removed my shorts, standing naked before them.
“Good boy,” Allison purred. “Now, let’s have some fun.”
They moved quickly and efficiently, tying my wrists and ankles with the rope. I was then led to a sturdy tree, and Loren secured the ropes around the trunk, binding me tightly with my back to the tree. I was completely exposed and at their mercy, the vulnerability thrilling and terrifying all at once.
Loren picked up the flogger, testing its weight in her hand. “Ready, Casey?” she asked with a wicked smile.
I nodded, unable to speak as the anticipation built. The first strike landed on my chest, the sting sharp and immediate. I gasped, my cock twitching with arousal. Loren and Allison took turns, their strikes precise and deliberate. They flogged my chest, stomach, and thighs, each hit driving me deeper into a state of submission.
“Don’t scream,” Allison warned, her voice low and commanding. “We don’t want to draw too much attention.”
The flogger struck my erect cock, the pain mixed with pleasure making me moan softly. They continued their assault, pushing me to my limits but always careful not to push too far. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
After what felt like an eternity, they untied me from the tree and ordered me to lie on the ground. I complied, my body trembling with anticipation. Loren straddled my face, her pussy inches from my mouth, while Allison positioned herself over my cock.
“Don’t you dare cum until we say so,” Allison commanded, her eyes locking onto mine.
Loren lowered herself onto my face, her wetness coating my lips and tongue. I licked and sucked eagerly, my senses overwhelmed by her taste and scent. Allison sank down onto my cock, her tightness enveloping me completely. The sensation was exquisite, my entire body thrumming with arousal.
They moved in sync, riding me with increasing intensity. Loren’s juices drenched my face, and I could feel Allison’s orgasm building as she ground her hips against me. They switched positions several times, each taking their turn on my cock and my face, their moans filling the air.
I was desperate to cum, but I held back, determined to obey their command. Finally, as Allison rode me again, I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Please, I need to cum,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need.
Loren leaned in close, her eyes burning with dominance. “Cum for us, Casey.”
With her permission, my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I exploded inside Allison, my cum filling her completely. It was an intense release, and I cried out in pleasure as my body convulsed.
But they weren’t done with me yet. Loren ordered Allison to sit on my face again, and I obediently licked and sucked her clean, tasting my own cum mixed with her juices. The act was both degrading and incredibly arousing, my cock twitching with renewed desire as I pleasured her.
Allison rode my face to one final orgasm, her cries of pleasure echoing through the park. When she finally dismounted, I sat up, panting and covered in sweat and cum. It was then that I noticed we had attracted a small crowd of onlookers, park-goers who had been drawn by the sounds of our activities.
My face flushed with embarrassment, but the thrill of being watched only heightened my arousal. I started to reach for my clothes, but Loren wasn’t finished.
“Bend over, Casey,” she ordered, pulling out a strap-on from her backpack.
The crowd cheered as I complied, bending over and exposing my ass to Loren. She lubed up the strap-on and positioned herself behind me. The first thrust was slow, but firm, the thick head stretching me open. I gasped at the intrusion, the sensation intense and overwhelming.
Loren fucked me hard, her hips slamming into me with relentless force. The crowd’s cheers and jeers only fueled my arousal, my cock rock hard and dripping pre-cum. She reached around, jerking me off in time with her thrusts, driving me to the brink of another orgasm.
When she finally allowed me to cum again, I erupted with a force that left me trembling and spent. Loren pulled out and patted my ass, a satisfied smile on her face. The crowd dispersed, leaving me to gather my clothes and dignity.
That picnic was a turning point for me, a day that awakened desires I hadn’t fully understood before. It was an intense, thrilling experience that I’ll never forget.
Thank you for giving me a platform to share my story. I hope it inspires others to explore their own fantasies and embrace their desires.
Sincerely, Casey
Patrick got Dommed by the new Maid
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I’ve been following the stories on this forum for a while now, and I finally felt the need to share one of my own unforgettable experiences. I’m Patrick, a 21-year-old college student from an East Coast university. This story takes place during a summer break when I went back home to stay with my parents.
My parents had recently hired a new housekeeper, Carmen, who came in twice a week to clean the house. I didn’t know this when I woke up late one morning, feeling completely at ease since everyone else was away at work. I didn’t even bother putting on clothes as I lazily walked out of my room, stark naked, heading straight for the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and stood there for a while, feeling the cool air wash over my bare skin as I looked for something to eat. Eventually, I grabbed the milk carton and took a long drink straight from it, savoring the cold liquid before putting it back.
As I turned around, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Standing there in the doorway was a woman I had never seen before. She had an authoritative presence and an air of confidence that made my heart race. She introduced herself as Carmen, the new housekeeper, and the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. Here I was, naked and exposed, in front of a complete stranger.
I quickly tried to cover myself, mumbling apologies and backing out of the room, but Carmen’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Stop right there,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You’ve been a bad boy, wasting energy standing in front of the refrigerator, drinking out of the carton, and walking around with your nasty cock showing.”
Her words sent a shockwave through me. I was embarrassed and wanted to cover up, but the authority in her voice made me freeze.
“Bend over the counter,” she ordered.
I hesitated, unsure if she was serious. But Carmen wasted no time. She grabbed me by the arm and forcefully bent me over the kitchen counter, pressing my head down against the cool surface. I could feel her presence behind me, the situation becoming more surreal by the second.
“You need to be taught a lesson,” she said, and before I could protest, I felt the sharp sting of a wooden spoon smacking against my bare ass. I gasped in shock, the pain mixed with an unexpected thrill coursing through me. She continued spanking me, each smack harder than the last, the sound echoing in the kitchen.
I was scared, but I couldn’t deny how turned on I was. My cock grew hard against the counter, and I could feel myself getting wetter with each strike. Carmen seemed to notice, and she paused, running her hand over my reddened cheeks.
“Look at you, getting hard from a spanking,” she taunted. “You really are a naughty boy.”
She moved closer, her body pressing against mine as she reached between my legs, grabbing my erect cock. I moaned at her touch, unable to hide my arousal. She stroked me roughly, her grip firm and demanding.
“Is this what you want?” she whispered in my ear. “To be dominated by a woman who knows how to handle a bad boy like you?”
I could only moan in response, my mind spinning from the intense sensations. Carmen let go of my cock and stepped back. She ordered me to turn around and face her, and when I did, she pushed me to my knees.
“Suck my toes,” she commanded, lifting her foot to my face.
I hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes left no room for argument. I took her toes into my mouth, sucking and licking them obediently. Carmen watched me with a satisfied smirk, enjoying her control over me.
After a while, she pulled her foot away and stood up, looking down at me with a mixture of amusement and desire.
“Now, get on all fours,” she said, her voice firm.
I obeyed, my heart racing with anticipation. Carmen walked behind me, and I felt her hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. I shivered, the vulnerability making my cock throb even more.
Without warning, she pressed a finger against my hole, pushing it inside. I gasped, the intrusion sending a shockwave through my body. Carmen worked her finger in and out, adding more until she had three fingers stretching me wide. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” she taunted. “Being fingered by your housekeeper like a slut.”
I could only moan in response, my body trembling with desire. Carmen added a fourth finger, stretching me even further. I felt like I was going to explode from the intense sensations.
Finally, she pulled her fingers out and stood up. “Get up,” she ordered. “It’s time for your real punishment.”
I stood on shaky legs, my cock leaking pre-cum as I faced her. She pushed me back against the counter and grabbed my cock, stroking it roughly. I moaned, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
“Cum for me,” she commanded. “Show me how much you enjoy being dominated.”
Her words were the final push I needed. I felt my orgasm building, and with a loud moan, I came, shooting my load all over her hand and the kitchen counter. Carmen watched me with a satisfied smile, enjoying her power over me.
When it was over, she let go of my cock and wiped her hand on a towel. “Clean yourself up,” she said. “And remember, if you’re ever a bad boy again, I’ll be here to punish you.”
I nodded, still trembling from the intensity of the experience. Carmen left the kitchen, leaving me to clean up the mess and process what had just happened.
That summer, Carmen continued to dominate me whenever she came to clean. Each time was a mix of fear, excitement, and intense pleasure. I’ve never forgotten those days, and the lessons I learned about submission and the power of a dominant woman.
Sincerely, Patrick
Todd’s Unforgettable Lesson
Dear FemdomU,
I never thought I’d be writing to share my experience, but after reading some of the intense stories in your magazine, I feel compelled to recount the time I lost my virginity as a college freshman. It was a situation that turned my world upside down, and I’ve never been able to forget it.
It all started when my grades in Italian began to sink. My professor, a strikingly beautiful woman named Professoressa Valli, called me into her office one afternoon. She was in her mid-thirties, with dark hair, piercing eyes, and an air of authority that made me nervous every time I was around her.
“Mr. Harris, your grades are unacceptable,” she said, her Italian accent making the words sound even more severe. “You have two options: you can drop the course, and it won’t appear on your record, or you can attend my private lessons, and I’ll guarantee you pass.”
The thought of dropping the course was embarrassing, so I chose the private lesson option, not fully understanding what I was getting myself into. She scheduled the first session for that evening, and I showed up at her office, my heart pounding with anxiety.
“Come in,” she said when I knocked, her voice smooth yet commanding. I stepped inside, and she locked the door behind me. “Take a seat, Todd.”
I sat down, feeling a knot of nervousness in my stomach. She leaned against her desk, looking me over with an appraising eye.
“Stand up and strip,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.
My heart raced as I stood and began to undress. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I removed my clothes one piece at a time. First, my shirt, then my shoes, socks, and finally, my pants. Standing there in just my boxers, I hesitated.
“All of it, Todd,” she commanded, her eyes never leaving mine.
I swallowed hard and slid my boxers down, exposing myself completely. The humiliation of standing naked in front of her was almost too much to bear.
“Good boy,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. She walked around me, her fingers trailing over my skin. She inspected my body with a cold, clinical detachment, her hands moving over my chest, pinching my nipples, rubbing my torso. Her touch was electric, sending shivers through me.
She moved behind me, her hands caressing my buttocks before slipping a finger between them. I flinched as she pressed against my asshole.
“No,” I gasped, but she tightened her grip on my shoulder.
“No is not an option, Todd,” she hissed in my ear. “You want to pass, don’t you?”
I nodded, my body trembling. I relented, letting her explore me as she pleased. Her finger pushed inside, and I felt a mix of pain and strange pleasure as she probed deeper.
“Good boy,” she repeated, pulling her finger out. She then guided me over her lap and positioned me so my ass was perfectly exposed. “Now, for your lesson.”
The first smack of her hand against my bare ass was sharp and stinging. I yelped in pain, but she continued, each slap harder than the last. My ass was burning, and tears filled my eyes.
“This is what it takes to pass,” she reminded me, her voice cold and detached. She switched to a paddle, the blows even more intense. I screamed, cried, but she showed no mercy, each hit driving the lesson deeper into my flesh.
Then, she pulled out a dildo, slick with lube. “Now, relax,” she ordered, pushing it into my sore, beaten ass. The pain was overwhelming, the feeling of being filled both humiliating and strangely arousing. She picked up a switch and began to strike my ass again, each hit making me clench around the dildo, amplifying the pain.
I must have passed out from the intensity because when I came to, I was still over her lap, the vibrator still buzzing inside me. She turned it up high, and I screamed, my ass on fire from the relentless stimulation. She continued to whip me, fast and hard, leaving stinging welts and marks.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, she told me to stand up. My legs were shaky, and my ass was throbbing with pain. She admired her work, running her fingers over the marks on my ass, my erect cock dripping cum.
She tapped my cock lightly with the switch, making me flinch. “If you ever piss me off, I’ll make your cock look like your ass does now,” she warned.
Then she sat down and opened her legs, exposing her shaved cunt. “Come here and eat me out, Todd.”
I hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes left no room for disobedience. I got on my knees and leaned in, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils. My tongue darted out, tasting her for the first time. She was tangy and musky, her juices coating my tongue as I licked her folds and clit.
Her moans were soft at first but grew louder as I continued. I licked and sucked, desperate to please her. She grabbed the back of my head, pushing my face deeper into her pussy, her thighs clamping around my ears.
When she came, she held me there, her juices flooding my mouth. I was almost suffocated, struggling to breathe, but she didn’t let go until her orgasm subsided. When she finally released me, I gasped for air, my face drenched.
She pushed me onto my back and mounted me, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. The feeling was incredible, her tightness gripping me perfectly. I made the mistake of saying how good it felt, and she reached down, slapped my face hard.
“Shut up,” she snapped. “I don’t care about your pleasure. You’re just a cock for me to use.”
Her words stung, but they also turned me on. I realized I was nothing more than a sextoy for her, and the humiliation of it was strangely arousing. She rode me hard, her hips slamming down on my cock, her pussy milking me for all I was worth.
I struggled not to cum, begging her for release. She would stop, slap my face again, twist my nipples hard, making me cry out in pain. Once I calmed down, she’d start riding me again, faster and harder, bringing me to the edge over and over.
Finally, she ordered me to cum. The command was all I needed. I felt my cock swell, and in seconds, I shot my load deep inside her. Just as I came, she wrapped her hands around my throat, cutting off my air. The fear and intensity of the moment heightened my orgasm, leaving me trembling.
She climbed off me and sat on my face, her cum-filled pussy inches from my mouth. “Clean up your mess,” she ordered.
The taste of our combined juices was strange and musky, the smell overwhelming. I licked and sucked, cleaning her thoroughly. The act was degrading, but I couldn’t deny how aroused I was.
When she finally let me up, she told me to report to her again in two nights, at her house. “Be prepared to have your tongue in my ass and taste my husband’s fresh cum,” she added with a wicked smile.
The realization of what I’d gotten myself into hit me hard. I was her bitch now, completely at her mercy. The panic set in, but there was no turning back. I had to do whatever it took to pass.
Thank you for giving me a platform to share my story. I hope it helps others understand the intense, complex dynamics of power and submission.
Sincerely, Todd
Marcy’s Summer BBQ Domination
Dear FemdomU,
I wanted to share an unforgettable experience from last summer that still makes my heart race every time I think about it. My name is Marcy, I’m 24, and I’ve been in a loving, yet dynamic, relationship with my boyfriend for the past three years. Our relationship has always had an undertone of female domination, but nothing prepared us for what happened at the BBQ last summer.
It was a scorching hot day in July, and we were at a BBQ with our closest friends. The sun was shining, laughter filled the air, and everyone seemed to be having a great time. My boyfriend, however, had one too many beers and started getting a bit loud and obnoxious. I tried to ignore it, hoping he would calm down, but then he crossed the line.
In his drunken state, he decided it was a good idea to tell a very male chauvinistic and discriminatory joke. The moment the words left his mouth, I felt a surge of anger like never before. It wasn’t just embarrassment; it was a deep-seated fury at his blatant disrespect.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I stood up and grabbed his arm. The look on his face was a mix of confusion and defiance, but he was too drunk to resist effectively. With surprising strength, I forced him to bend over the picnic table. Everyone around us fell silent, their eyes wide with shock and curiosity.
I yanked down his shorts, exposing his bare ass to everyone. The humiliation on his face was evident, but I didn’t stop. My hand came down hard on his buttocks, the sound echoing through the backyard. He tried to squirm away, but in his drunken state, he was no match for me. I held him firmly in place and continued to spank him, each slap harder than the last.
His ass turned a bright beet red, and I could see tears welling up in his eyes. He whimpered and pleaded for me to stop, but I was relentless. I wanted him to feel the sting of my anger, to understand the consequences of his actions. Our friends watched in stunned silence, their expressions ranging from surprise to amusement.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, I finally stopped. I released him, and he slumped to the ground, sobbing softly. The BBQ resumed, albeit with a slightly awkward tension, but I didn’t care. I felt an exhilarating sense of empowerment, knowing that I had stood up for myself and made a statement.
Since that day, our relationship has taken on a new dynamic. He respects me more, and our bond has only grown stronger. It was a defining moment for both of us, one that neither of us will ever forget.
Thank you for giving me the platform to share this story. I hope it inspires others to embrace their power and stand up for themselves, no matter the circumstances.
Sincerely, Marcy
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Sven’s Steamy Coffee Shop Experience
Dear FemdomU,
I’m Sven, and I’ve been reading your stories for a while now. They’ve inspired me to share my own unforgettable experience from my college days. Back then, I had a summer job working at a coffee shop, and it turned into one of the most intense sexual encounters of my life.
I had to be at the shop at 4 in the morning to prep the kitchen and take deliveries. It was grueling work, but I liked the solitude of those early hours. The only other person there was Jean, the baker. Jean was ten years older than me, and she had this intense, commanding presence that always made my heart race a little faster.
One morning, I was bent over scrubbing tables, lost in my own thoughts, when I felt Jean come up behind me. I was surprised and tried to stand, but she pushed me back down, pinning me against the table. Her grip was strong, and I could feel her breath on my neck as she leaned in.
“Stay still,” she ordered, her voice low and commanding. I barely had time to process what was happening before she shoved her hand down my pants, her fingers slipping into my underwear and finding their way to my ass. I gasped, a mix of fear and arousal surging through me.
I struggled a little, trying to free myself, but Jean slapped me hard on the side of the head. “Stop,” she commanded, her voice even more forceful. “You’re mine now.”
She yanked my pants down, exposing my bare ass to the cool morning air. I was terrified and aroused, my mind racing with a million thoughts. I stayed there, bent over and exposed, waiting for whatever she had in store for me.
Suddenly, I felt something press against my ass. I looked back and realized with a shock that Jean was wearing a strap-on cock. It was something I’d seen in porn and fantasized about, but experiencing it in real life, at my workplace, was overwhelming. Before I could react, she squirted lube onto her fingers and applied it to my hole, spreading it around with a practiced ease.
“Relax,” she said, and then she pushed the huge head of the strap-on into me. The sensation was intense—the pain of my virgin ass widening, struggling to accommodate the thick, unyielding intruder. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a cry as she pressed deeper, inch by inch. The pain gradually gave way to a strange, raw pleasure, and I found myself pushing back against her.
Jean gripped my hips and started pumping her hips, driving the strap-on in and out of my ass. The sensation of being fucked, of not being the one doing the fucking, was overwhelming. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through my body, blending together into an intense, mind-numbing ecstasy.
I glanced down and saw my own cock was rock hard, dripping pre-cum as Jean pounded my ass. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, how much I craved this domination. She fucked me with relentless intensity, her hips slamming against my ass, the strap-on filling me completely.
It seemed to last an eternity, each moment stretching out as my body was driven to the brink. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Jean reached around and grabbed my cock, her fingers tight and demanding. The sensation of her fucking my ass and jerking me off at the same time was indescribable. She squeezed my balls, adjusted her speed, and even slapped me to maintain her dominance.
I felt my orgasm build, an unstoppable wave of pleasure. With a final, shuddering thrust, I came hard, shooting my load all over the table. My body trembled, every nerve ending on fire as Jean continued to fuck me through my orgasm.
When she finally pulled out, I thought it was over, but Jean wasn’t done with me yet. She grabbed my hair and yanked me to my knees. “Clean up your mess,” she ordered, pointing to the cum splattered across the table.
I reached for a towel, but she slapped my hand away. “With your tongue,” she demanded.
Disgusted and turned on, I leaned forward and started licking up my own cum. It was degrading and humiliating, but I couldn’t deny the arousal coursing through me. Jean watched me with a satisfied smirk, her dominance absolute.
And that was just the start. Jean had awakened something in me, a deep-seated desire for submission and domination that I’d never fully understood before.
Thank you for giving me a platform to share this experience. I hope it resonates with others who have discovered the intense pleasure of submission.
Sincerely, Sven
Casey’s Wild Picnic Experience
Dear FemdomU,
I’ve been an avid reader of your magazine for quite some time, and the stories shared by others have inspired me to recount one of the most intense and memorable experiences of my life. My name is Casey, and this happened back in college when I went on a picnic with my girlfriend Allison and her roommate, Loren.
It was a sweltering summer day, perfect for an outing. The park we chose was vast, with plenty of secluded spots that offered privacy but also the tantalizing risk of being discovered. The girls wore shorts and bikini tops to beat the heat, and I was shirtless, wearing only shorts. I’d set up the blanket, and they’d brought a basket filled with food. Little did I know, Loren had also packed a backpack full of surprises.
As we settled down, chatting and nibbling on snacks, Loren casually mentioned she had something special planned. She opened her backpack to reveal lengths of rope, vibrators, and a flogger. My heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
“Casey, strip for us,” Loren commanded, her eyes glinting with anticipation. I glanced at Allison, who gave me an encouraging nod. The air was thick with tension as I removed my shorts, standing naked before them.
“Good boy,” Allison purred. “Now, let’s have some fun.”
They moved quickly and efficiently, tying my wrists and ankles with the rope. I was then led to a sturdy tree, and Loren secured the ropes around the trunk, binding me tightly with my back to the tree. I was completely exposed and at their mercy, the vulnerability thrilling and terrifying all at once.
Loren picked up the flogger, testing its weight in her hand. “Ready, Casey?” she asked with a wicked smile.
I nodded, unable to speak as the anticipation built. The first strike landed on my chest, the sting sharp and immediate. I gasped, my cock twitching with arousal. Loren and Allison took turns, their strikes precise and deliberate. They flogged my chest, stomach, and thighs, each hit driving me deeper into a state of submission.
“Don’t scream,” Allison warned, her voice low and commanding. “We don’t want to draw too much attention.”
The flogger struck my erect cock, the pain mixed with pleasure making me moan softly. They continued their assault, pushing me to my limits but always careful not to push too far. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
After what felt like an eternity, they untied me from the tree and ordered me to lie on the ground. I complied, my body trembling with anticipation. Loren straddled my face, her pussy inches from my mouth, while Allison positioned herself over my cock.
“Don’t you dare cum until we say so,” Allison commanded, her eyes locking onto mine.
Loren lowered herself onto my face, her wetness coating my lips and tongue. I licked and sucked eagerly, my senses overwhelmed by her taste and scent. Allison sank down onto my cock, her tightness enveloping me completely. The sensation was exquisite, my entire body thrumming with arousal.
They moved in sync, riding me with increasing intensity. Loren’s juices drenched my face, and I could feel Allison’s orgasm building as she ground her hips against me. They switched positions several times, each taking their turn on my cock and my face, their moans filling the air.
I was desperate to cum, but I held back, determined to obey their command. Finally, as Allison rode me again, I couldn’t hold it any longer. “Please, I need to cum,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need.
Loren leaned in close, her eyes burning with dominance. “Cum for us, Casey.”
With her permission, my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I exploded inside Allison, my cum filling her completely. It was an intense release, and I cried out in pleasure as my body convulsed.
But they weren’t done with me yet. Loren ordered Allison to sit on my face again, and I obediently licked and sucked her clean, tasting my own cum mixed with her juices. The act was both degrading and incredibly arousing, my cock twitching with renewed desire as I pleasured her.
Allison rode my face to one final orgasm, her cries of pleasure echoing through the park. When she finally dismounted, I sat up, panting and covered in sweat and cum. It was then that I noticed we had attracted a small crowd of onlookers, park-goers who had been drawn by the sounds of our activities.
My face flushed with embarrassment, but the thrill of being watched only heightened my arousal. I started to reach for my clothes, but Loren wasn’t finished.
“Bend over, Casey,” she ordered, pulling out a strap-on from her backpack.
The crowd cheered as I complied, bending over and exposing my ass to Loren. She lubed up the strap-on and positioned herself behind me. The first thrust was slow, but firm, the thick head stretching me open. I gasped at the intrusion, the sensation intense and overwhelming.
Loren fucked me hard, her hips slamming into me with relentless force. The crowd’s cheers and jeers only fueled my arousal, my cock rock hard and dripping pre-cum. She reached around, jerking me off in time with her thrusts, driving me to the brink of another orgasm.
When she finally allowed me to cum again, I erupted with a force that left me trembling and spent. Loren pulled out and patted my ass, a satisfied smile on her face. The crowd dispersed, leaving me to gather my clothes and dignity.
That picnic was a turning point for me, a day that awakened desires I hadn’t fully understood before. It was an intense, thrilling experience that I’ll never forget.
Thank you for giving me a platform to share my story. I hope it inspires others to explore their own fantasies and embrace their desires.
Sincerely, Casey
Patrick got Dommed by the new Maid
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I’ve been following the stories on this forum for a while now, and I finally felt the need to share one of my own unforgettable experiences. I’m Patrick, a 21-year-old college student from an East Coast university. This story takes place during a summer break when I went back home to stay with my parents.
My parents had recently hired a new housekeeper, Carmen, who came in twice a week to clean the house. I didn’t know this when I woke up late one morning, feeling completely at ease since everyone else was away at work. I didn’t even bother putting on clothes as I lazily walked out of my room, stark naked, heading straight for the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and stood there for a while, feeling the cool air wash over my bare skin as I looked for something to eat. Eventually, I grabbed the milk carton and took a long drink straight from it, savoring the cold liquid before putting it back.
As I turned around, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Standing there in the doorway was a woman I had never seen before. She had an authoritative presence and an air of confidence that made my heart race. She introduced herself as Carmen, the new housekeeper, and the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. Here I was, naked and exposed, in front of a complete stranger.
I quickly tried to cover myself, mumbling apologies and backing out of the room, but Carmen’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Stop right there,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You’ve been a bad boy, wasting energy standing in front of the refrigerator, drinking out of the carton, and walking around with your nasty cock showing.”
Her words sent a shockwave through me. I was embarrassed and wanted to cover up, but the authority in her voice made me freeze.
“Bend over the counter,” she ordered.
I hesitated, unsure if she was serious. But Carmen wasted no time. She grabbed me by the arm and forcefully bent me over the kitchen counter, pressing my head down against the cool surface. I could feel her presence behind me, the situation becoming more surreal by the second.
“You need to be taught a lesson,” she said, and before I could protest, I felt the sharp sting of a wooden spoon smacking against my bare ass. I gasped in shock, the pain mixed with an unexpected thrill coursing through me. She continued spanking me, each smack harder than the last, the sound echoing in the kitchen.
I was scared, but I couldn’t deny how turned on I was. My cock grew hard against the counter, and I could feel myself getting wetter with each strike. Carmen seemed to notice, and she paused, running her hand over my reddened cheeks.
“Look at you, getting hard from a spanking,” she taunted. “You really are a naughty boy.”
She moved closer, her body pressing against mine as she reached between my legs, grabbing my erect cock. I moaned at her touch, unable to hide my arousal. She stroked me roughly, her grip firm and demanding.
“Is this what you want?” she whispered in my ear. “To be dominated by a woman who knows how to handle a bad boy like you?”
I could only moan in response, my mind spinning from the intense sensations. Carmen let go of my cock and stepped back. She ordered me to turn around and face her, and when I did, she pushed me to my knees.
“Suck my toes,” she commanded, lifting her foot to my face.
I hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes left no room for argument. I took her toes into my mouth, sucking and licking them obediently. Carmen watched me with a satisfied smirk, enjoying her control over me.
After a while, she pulled her foot away and stood up, looking down at me with a mixture of amusement and desire.
“Now, get on all fours,” she said, her voice firm.
I obeyed, my heart racing with anticipation. Carmen walked behind me, and I felt her hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. I shivered, the vulnerability making my cock throb even more.
Without warning, she pressed a finger against my hole, pushing it inside. I gasped, the intrusion sending a shockwave through my body. Carmen worked her finger in and out, adding more until she had three fingers stretching me wide. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” she taunted. “Being fingered by your housekeeper like a slut.”
I could only moan in response, my body trembling with desire. Carmen added a fourth finger, stretching me even further. I felt like I was going to explode from the intense sensations.
Finally, she pulled her fingers out and stood up. “Get up,” she ordered. “It’s time for your real punishment.”
I stood on shaky legs, my cock leaking pre-cum as I faced her. She pushed me back against the counter and grabbed my cock, stroking it roughly. I moaned, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
“Cum for me,” she commanded. “Show me how much you enjoy being dominated.”
Her words were the final push I needed. I felt my orgasm building, and with a loud moan, I came, shooting my load all over her hand and the kitchen counter. Carmen watched me with a satisfied smile, enjoying her power over me.
When it was over, she let go of my cock and wiped her hand on a towel. “Clean yourself up,” she said. “And remember, if you’re ever a bad boy again, I’ll be here to punish you.”
I nodded, still trembling from the intensity of the experience. Carmen left the kitchen, leaving me to clean up the mess and process what had just happened.
That summer, Carmen continued to dominate me whenever she came to clean. Each time was a mix of fear, excitement, and intense pleasure. I’ve never forgotten those days, and the lessons I learned about submission and the power of a dominant woman.
Sincerely, Patrick
Todd’s Unforgettable Lesson
Dear FemdomU,
I never thought I’d be writing to share my experience, but after reading some of the intense stories in your magazine, I feel compelled to recount the time I lost my virginity as a college freshman. It was a situation that turned my world upside down, and I’ve never been able to forget it.
It all started when my grades in Italian began to sink. My professor, a strikingly beautiful woman named Professoressa Valli, called me into her office one afternoon. She was in her mid-thirties, with dark hair, piercing eyes, and an air of authority that made me nervous every time I was around her.
“Mr. Harris, your grades are unacceptable,” she said, her Italian accent making the words sound even more severe. “You have two options: you can drop the course, and it won’t appear on your record, or you can attend my private lessons, and I’ll guarantee you pass.”
The thought of dropping the course was embarrassing, so I chose the private lesson option, not fully understanding what I was getting myself into. She scheduled the first session for that evening, and I showed up at her office, my heart pounding with anxiety.
“Come in,” she said when I knocked, her voice smooth yet commanding. I stepped inside, and she locked the door behind me. “Take a seat, Todd.”
I sat down, feeling a knot of nervousness in my stomach. She leaned against her desk, looking me over with an appraising eye.
“Stand up and strip,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.
My heart raced as I stood and began to undress. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I removed my clothes one piece at a time. First, my shirt, then my shoes, socks, and finally, my pants. Standing there in just my boxers, I hesitated.
“All of it, Todd,” she commanded, her eyes never leaving mine.
I swallowed hard and slid my boxers down, exposing myself completely. The humiliation of standing naked in front of her was almost too much to bear.
“Good boy,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. She walked around me, her fingers trailing over my skin. She inspected my body with a cold, clinical detachment, her hands moving over my chest, pinching my nipples, rubbing my torso. Her touch was electric, sending shivers through me.
She moved behind me, her hands caressing my buttocks before slipping a finger between them. I flinched as she pressed against my asshole.
“No,” I gasped, but she tightened her grip on my shoulder.
“No is not an option, Todd,” she hissed in my ear. “You want to pass, don’t you?”
I nodded, my body trembling. I relented, letting her explore me as she pleased. Her finger pushed inside, and I felt a mix of pain and strange pleasure as she probed deeper.
“Good boy,” she repeated, pulling her finger out. She then guided me over her lap and positioned me so my ass was perfectly exposed. “Now, for your lesson.”
The first smack of her hand against my bare ass was sharp and stinging. I yelped in pain, but she continued, each slap harder than the last. My ass was burning, and tears filled my eyes.
“This is what it takes to pass,” she reminded me, her voice cold and detached. She switched to a paddle, the blows even more intense. I screamed, cried, but she showed no mercy, each hit driving the lesson deeper into my flesh.
Then, she pulled out a dildo, slick with lube. “Now, relax,” she ordered, pushing it into my sore, beaten ass. The pain was overwhelming, the feeling of being filled both humiliating and strangely arousing. She picked up a switch and began to strike my ass again, each hit making me clench around the dildo, amplifying the pain.
I must have passed out from the intensity because when I came to, I was still over her lap, the vibrator still buzzing inside me. She turned it up high, and I screamed, my ass on fire from the relentless stimulation. She continued to whip me, fast and hard, leaving stinging welts and marks.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, she told me to stand up. My legs were shaky, and my ass was throbbing with pain. She admired her work, running her fingers over the marks on my ass, my erect cock dripping cum.
She tapped my cock lightly with the switch, making me flinch. “If you ever piss me off, I’ll make your cock look like your ass does now,” she warned.
Then she sat down and opened her legs, exposing her shaved cunt. “Come here and eat me out, Todd.”
I hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes left no room for disobedience. I got on my knees and leaned in, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils. My tongue darted out, tasting her for the first time. She was tangy and musky, her juices coating my tongue as I licked her folds and clit.
Her moans were soft at first but grew louder as I continued. I licked and sucked, desperate to please her. She grabbed the back of my head, pushing my face deeper into her pussy, her thighs clamping around my ears.
When she came, she held me there, her juices flooding my mouth. I was almost suffocated, struggling to breathe, but she didn’t let go until her orgasm subsided. When she finally released me, I gasped for air, my face drenched.
She pushed me onto my back and mounted me, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. The feeling was incredible, her tightness gripping me perfectly. I made the mistake of saying how good it felt, and she reached down, slapped my face hard.
“Shut up,” she snapped. “I don’t care about your pleasure. You’re just a cock for me to use.”
Her words stung, but they also turned me on. I realized I was nothing more than a sextoy for her, and the humiliation of it was strangely arousing. She rode me hard, her hips slamming down on my cock, her pussy milking me for all I was worth.
I struggled not to cum, begging her for release. She would stop, slap my face again, twist my nipples hard, making me cry out in pain. Once I calmed down, she’d start riding me again, faster and harder, bringing me to the edge over and over.
Finally, she ordered me to cum. The command was all I needed. I felt my cock swell, and in seconds, I shot my load deep inside her. Just as I came, she wrapped her hands around my throat, cutting off my air. The fear and intensity of the moment heightened my orgasm, leaving me trembling.
She climbed off me and sat on my face, her cum-filled pussy inches from my mouth. “Clean up your mess,” she ordered.
The taste of our combined juices was strange and musky, the smell overwhelming. I licked and sucked, cleaning her thoroughly. The act was degrading, but I couldn’t deny how aroused I was.
When she finally let me up, she told me to report to her again in two nights, at her house. “Be prepared to have your tongue in my ass and taste my husband’s fresh cum,” she added with a wicked smile.
The realization of what I’d gotten myself into hit me hard. I was her bitch now, completely at her mercy. The panic set in, but there was no turning back. I had to do whatever it took to pass.
Thank you for giving me a platform to share my story. I hope it helps others understand the intense, complex dynamics of power and submission.
Sincerely, Todd
Marcy’s Summer BBQ Domination
Dear FemdomU,
I wanted to share an unforgettable experience from last summer that still makes my heart race every time I think about it. My name is Marcy, I’m 24, and I’ve been in a loving, yet dynamic, relationship with my boyfriend for the past three years. Our relationship has always had an undertone of female domination, but nothing prepared us for what happened at the BBQ last summer.
It was a scorching hot day in July, and we were at a BBQ with our closest friends. The sun was shining, laughter filled the air, and everyone seemed to be having a great time. My boyfriend, however, had one too many beers and started getting a bit loud and obnoxious. I tried to ignore it, hoping he would calm down, but then he crossed the line.
In his drunken state, he decided it was a good idea to tell a very male chauvinistic and discriminatory joke. The moment the words left his mouth, I felt a surge of anger like never before. It wasn’t just embarrassment; it was a deep-seated fury at his blatant disrespect.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I stood up and grabbed his arm. The look on his face was a mix of confusion and defiance, but he was too drunk to resist effectively. With surprising strength, I forced him to bend over the picnic table. Everyone around us fell silent, their eyes wide with shock and curiosity.
I yanked down his shorts, exposing his bare ass to everyone. The humiliation on his face was evident, but I didn’t stop. My hand came down hard on his buttocks, the sound echoing through the backyard. He tried to squirm away, but in his drunken state, he was no match for me. I held him firmly in place and continued to spank him, each slap harder than the last.
His ass turned a bright beet red, and I could see tears welling up in his eyes. He whimpered and pleaded for me to stop, but I was relentless. I wanted him to feel the sting of my anger, to understand the consequences of his actions. Our friends watched in stunned silence, their expressions ranging from surprise to amusement.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, I finally stopped. I released him, and he slumped to the ground, sobbing softly. The BBQ resumed, albeit with a slightly awkward tension, but I didn’t care. I felt an exhilarating sense of empowerment, knowing that I had stood up for myself and made a statement.
Since that day, our relationship has taken on a new dynamic. He respects me more, and our bond has only grown stronger. It was a defining moment for both of us, one that neither of us will ever forget.
Thank you for giving me the platform to share this story. I hope it inspires others to embrace their power and stand up for themselves, no matter the circumstances.
Sincerely, Marcy
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