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