Olympic Obedience: How Two Athletes Submitted to Me in Paris

Dear FemdomU Magazine,

I won’t reveal my identity for obvious reasons, but let’s just say I’m one of the many staff members working tirelessly to support the US Olympic team at the Summer Paris Games. Anonymity is crucial here because if my story ever got out, I’d lose my job in a heartbeat. But it’s too juicy not to share!

Before the games officially opened and while the athletes were still arriving, I was part of the team responsible for setting up and securing the residences in the Athlete’s Village. One evening, while making my rounds and checking the apartments, I noticed an open door down the hall with an unusual amount of noise spilling out. Curiosity got the best of me, and I went to check it out.

What I saw were two incredibly fit men, clad only in their underwear, rough-housing like a couple of teenage boys. They were so engrossed in their playful brawl that they didn’t notice as they barreled out the door, one of them knocking me me to the ground. They immediately stopped, their faces filled with shock and guilt. They apologized profusely in a language I couldn’t understand.

Tired from long hours and running on fumes, something inside me snapped. Fueled by a mix of irritation and adrenaline, I pointed forcefully into their room and, surprisingly, they both obediently shuffled back inside. I was intrigued by their obedience, so I followed them into their room and closed the door behind me. I’d never done anything like this before.. Maybe I gained extra courage after reading other letters in the FemdomU Forum, but I felt a surge of power course through me. I sat on one of their beds and ordered the guy who knocked me down to come over.

Despite our communication barrier, he understood the universal language of authority as I commanded him with a stern look. Obediently, he approached and I forced him over my lap, his toned body trembling with anticipation. With a swift movement, I pulled down his briefs, exposing his firm, muscular ass to my eager eyes.

As my hand made contact with his taut skin, an unexpected thrill surged through me. The sound of each smack echoed in the room, mingling with his quiet moans as his skin gradually turned a deep shade of crimson. With every strike, I felt a rush of power and control that intoxicated me.

The athlete, known for his strength and prowess on the field, was now vulnerable and submissive under my hand. He didn’t resist or struggle – instead, he laid willingly over my lap, accepting his punishment with a mix of pleasure and pain. As I looked up at his teammate watching us, I could see the arousal in his eyes and the tenting in his tight little briefs. Both men had impressive manhoods that further proved their physical prowess and endurance. No matter how they rank in their athletic competitions, their country can be proud.

Once I decided his ass was sufficiently reddened, I turned my attention to the other guy. I pointed to the bed and ordered him to lay down. He obeyed, eagerly pulling off his briefs and releasing his throbbing cock in the process. I pulled off my clothes and straddled him, feeling his huge cock pressing against me, and lowered myself onto his throbbing cock. At first I was a bit worried I wasn’t going to be able to take it, but I managed to impale myself and started riding him hard.

My hunger for more was insatiable, and I commanded his teammate to take me from behind with a fierce stare that brooked no argument. He hesitated for a moment before relenting, joining us in a frenzied entanglement of limbs and bodies. His throbbing cock entered me from behind, while his teammate still filled my pussy. I demanded they both fuck me hard, pushing my own limits as their athletic, youthful, and enormous cocks pummeled me relentlessly.

The sensation of being filled by both of them at once was overwhelming, a primal force that tore through my body. I screamed out in ecstasy as they worked on me together, thrusting in unison with synchronized movements that drove me wild. Our moans mingled together, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the room. The man beneath me was the first to reach his climax, releasing his load deep inside me. I slapped his face in punishment for cumming without my permission and then dismounted him without hesitation.

With an animalistic desire, I grabbed the other man by the hair and pushed his mouth between my legs. With forceful commands, I ordered him to clean his teammate’s seed from my dripping center. He eagerly complied, devouring me with his tongue as if it were the most delicious delicacy.

The sensation of his tongue eagerly lapping up the mixture of our juices sent waves of ecstasy through my body. I couldn’t help but moan loudly, my fingers tightly gripping his hair as I grinded against his face, desperate for more pleasure. As my climax washed over me, I could feel every nerve in my body buzzing with satisfaction. Without giving him a moment’s rest, I then mounted him, feeling his hard cock slide effortlessly into my still-sensitive pussy. He thrust into me with a fervor that matched my own, his breath coming out in ragged pants as he reached his own powerful release only moments later. He looked at me with an expression that conveyed “please?” and I ordered him to cum.

I was now filled with another load of their hot, sticky cum. I gazed up at both men as the one dismounted me, a satisfied smirk on his face as he passed the baton to his teammate. He wasted no time in delving into my slippery folds, eagerly lapping up his friend’s remnants. He understood his place and knew it was his turn to do what I’d made his friend do before. Like the other, his tongue moved with precision and skill, sending jolts of pleasure through my body that I could barely handle. Not content with just one orgasm, he coaxed two more out of me before I finally pulled him away by his hair, panting and trembling from the intensity. The three of us collapsed in a tangle of naked limbs, our bodies slick with sweat and spent from the thrilling race we had just run together.

As I left their apartment, I felt a sense of empowerment and dominance that I’d never experienced before. I couldn’t help but wonder how many other Olympians might be interested in submitting to me. The possibilities seemed endless, and for the first time, I was excited about the games for reasons beyond sports.

Yours Dominantly,

[Anonymous]