we’ve talked before about how FemdomU really began back when Madam organized kink charity auctions. those events were wild in the best possible way. lots of laughter, lots of generosity, lots of horny rich people throwing money around “for a good cause.”

and yes, duckie was almost always up for auction.

if i do say so myself, i raised a pretty respectable amount for charity over the years. apparently there is something about a well-trained naked sub being paraded onstage that gets wallets opening fast.

one event in particular was raising funds for local workers in the adult entertainment industry. Madam had me all polished up and displayed properly. collar shining, posture straight, trying my best to look useful and expensive.

the bidding got competitive too. a few regulars were going at it pretty hard, and i was already mentally preparing myself for which Domme was probably about to win me for the evening.

and then the room parted.

this tiny little elderly woman slowly raised her paddle.

ninety-nine years old.

ninety. nine.

the room went silent for about two seconds before everyone absolutely lost it laughing. including her. she had this mischievous grin like she knew exactly what she was doing.

and then she just kept bidding.

nobody wanted to outbid grandma.

so she won.

and let me tell you something, that woman was amazing. sharp as a tack, funny as hell, and absolutely delighted by the entire experience. she spent half the evening making me carry things for her while introducing me to people as “her handsome young property.”

at one point she smacked my ass with her cane and told me i had “excellent posture for breeding stock.” i nearly died.

and yes, i did go home with her afterward.

Madam handed me over with a kiss on the cheek and a reminder to “make the lady happy.” trust me, the lady already looked very, very happy.

she lived in this gorgeous old apartment full of antiques, velvet furniture, and enough perfume in the air to stun a lesser man. and the second we got inside, that sweet little old lady persona dialed down about three notches.

turns out she was very hands-on.

lots of grabbing. lots of touching. lots of “come here, handsome” while patting the couch beside her. she had me massaging her legs, brushing her hair, fetching her little glasses of sherry, and yes, eventually providing much more personal services too.

and let me just say this as respectfully as possible.

that woman absolutely still knew what she wanted.

i am not going into details, because a gentleman never tells, but i will say this: for ninety-nine years old, she was shockingly spry. energetic. enthusiastic. and fully capable of achieving a very enthusiastic orgasm.

more than once.

i remember lying there afterward thinking, “duckie, if you make it to ninety-nine and still have that kind of game, you have officially won at life.”

the next morning she made me pancakes, smacked my ass with her cane on the way out the door, and told me to “stay obedient.”

honestly? icon behavior.