One Night Stand Punishment Becomes Longterm Submission

Dear FemdomU Magazine,

I came across your request on Fetlife for stories about femdom punishment and couldn’t resist sharing my own experience. It all began at a company event, where I had a steamy encounter that completely shifted my perspective. I ended up hooking up with a stunning woman in the bathroom – she was wild and intense, and it was a night I thought I’d never forget. Little did I know, that same woman happened to be my boss’s daughter. When I didn’t follow up with her after our heated encounter in the closet, she became furious with me.

The issue at hand was that my boss held very conservative viewpoints and I was well aware that if she found out that I had fucked her daughter, not even knowing her name, at a company event, I would lose my job immediately. Her daughter, whom I later learned is named Lynda, knew this too and used it to her advantage by blackmailing me into being her personal “fucktoy.” Whenever she summoned me, I had no choice but to drop everything and cater to her desires. Sometimes, it involved performing oral sex on her, while other times she demanded rough intercourse. But every encounter was solely focused on satisfying her needs and wants. As soon as she was content, I was dismissed without any regard for my own pleasure or arousal levels.

Rough Fucking in my Office

The intensity between Lynda and I reached a boiling point during a business meeting with her mother. My phone buzzed with a text from her, ordering me to find her in my office within five minutes. Every nerve in my body tingled with anticipation and fear as I excused myself from the meeting and hurried to my office. When I arrived, she was already there, spread naked on my couch like a seductive predator waiting for its prey. With trembling hands, I closed the door behind me, afraid of getting caught but unable to resist her magnetic pull.

She demanded that I fuck her hard, and without hesitation, I tore off my clothes in a frenzy. The sound of our bodies colliding and skin slapping was drowned out by her screams of pleasure, a constant reminder that we were treading dangerous territory. In the heat of passion, I accidentally knocked over a lamp, shattering the tranquility of the room. But nothing could quell the fire that burned between us as I pounded her relentlessly, consumed by fear and lust.

A simultaneous orgasm rocked through us like an earthquake, our bodies shaking with ecstasy. She pushed me off of her and commanded me to clean up my mess. Without question or hesitation, I eagerly obeyed, savoring every last drop of our passionate union.

As I hastily fixed myself up and snuck back into the meeting with her mother, my heart raced with adrenaline and desire.

LateNight Booty Call – for her friends

The second unforgettable scene I want to share haunts me even now, years later. It was the dead of night when Lynda’s call pulled me from my restless sleep. Without hesitation, I threw on whatever clothes I could find and raced to her condo. What I found there will forever be burned into my memory: Lynda, surrounded by three of her sorority sisters, all in varying states of drunkenness and debauchery. They didn’t waste any time ordering me to strip, each one taking turns lashing my bare back with a whip as I writhed in agony. Welts rose on my skin, glistening with droplets of blood that only seemed to fuel their sadistic pleasure. But the pain was just beginning. They forced me to lay down on my damaged back, then took turns riding my cock and face, two women on me at a time.

I had no choice but to comply, as one delicious pussy after another sat on my face until I made it release its tasty reward, all the time another woman rode my cock. Occasionally, they would hit me or grab my genitals aggressively as a reminder of my place. Once again, I was nothing but a fucktoy for their pleasure.

The night seemed endless as they rode me like a wild animal, using my body for their pleasure. Their multiple orgasms were almost enough to distract me from the constant humiliation and torment, but as the night wore on and I continued to service each woman in turn, driving them into a frenzy of lust and pleasure, I couldn’t escape the feeling of helplessness and shame that enveloped me. By the time I finally climaxed inside one of Lynda’s friends, my entire body was trembling uncontrollably from the physical and emotional exhaustion of their demands.

My Ultimate Humiliation

The third intense scene was the most confusing and humiliating moment of my life. I received a call from Lynda, ordering me to my own apartment, while on a morning jog with my close friend and neighbor, Andy. I quickly made an excuse that I had to return home, and when I did, Andy followed me up to my door. I was confused at first, but things quickly became clear as Lynda opened the door, ushering us both in. It was if Andy knew exactly what was going on. Things quickly escalated as she and Andy were clearly very familiar with each other. In front of me, they engaged in a passionately wet embrace and kiss, leaving me feeling both aroused and ashamed. Then came the ultimate humiliation as Lynda commanded Andy to strip and fuck her hard on my own bed, while I was forced to watch. To add insult to injury, Lynda mocked the size of my manhood compared to Andy’s impressive length. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, she made Andy pull out every few thrusts so I could “lubricate his cock” with my mouth. The taste, smell, and humiliation of that experience have stayed with me – my confusion over how mortified yet intensely turned on it made me something I struggled with for quite a while.

I’ve come to terms with my role as her fucktoy. As intense and degrading as these experiences are, they’ve also opened my eyes to a side of myself I never knew existed. I’m always at her beck and call, ready to satisfy her needs, no matter how humiliating or painful it might be. My career is stronger than ever. Lynda has helped me gain traction at work with her mom, and I was just given a promotion.

Yours in submission,

Owen