My Summer Femdom Pool Parties

As a seasoned and privileged woman in my forties, I get to spend my summer days luxuriating next to the pool, working on my tan, encircled by chiseled young men who are at my beck and call. Their bodies glisten in the hot sun, their eagerness to please me palpable in every touch and caress. My insatiable libido, still as potent as when I was their age, leads me to take full advantage of their desperate lust for my attention, satisfying my carnal desires from morning until night without a moment’s rest.

This might sound too good to be true, so let me back up a bit and explain. My name is Yvette, and at just 19 years old, I was forced to marry a wealthy man who saw me as nothing more than a trophy wife to be paraded around. For two decades, I was trapped in a gilded cage, kept under constant surveillance, and only brought out for public appearances at his whim. Our marriage was devoid of love or intimacy, with my husband preferring to satisfy his desires with other women (and men) while I suffered in isolation and boredom. The resentment and hatred towards him burned like boiling acid in my veins every day.

Summer used to be a dreaded season for me, filled with memories of my manipulative ex-husband and his torturous ways. He would force me out to our lavish summer estate, five sprawling acres with an extravagant house, inviting pool, and ample space for entertaining guests. But instead of enjoying the company of others, he kept me isolated and alone. While he remained in the city most days, only making brief appearances on weekends, I was left to sit by the pool under the scorching sun, becoming bronzed and beautiful while my mind and soul wilted in isolation. The only human interaction I had all summer was with the cold and distant staff. Summer no longer held any joy for me – it was a season stained with bitter memories and lingering pain.

Even though our prenuptial agreement guaranteed that I wouldn’t receive anything in the event of a divorce, I was able to gain leverage over him by obtaining sensitive information that could damage his career if it fell into the wrong hands. Eventually, we reached a compromise and divided everything equally. The one thing I did receive as part of the divorce was his sprawling summer estate, which had been a major point of contention between us.

MY SUMMER OASIS

That first summer of freedom I decided to have fun and invited local young men over to a pool party. That quickly evolved into a summer-long tradition that has now lasted over ten years: From June 21st through Labor Day in a move that has garnered much attention and gossip in the small town, I have opened up my estate to any local males over the age of 18 who are currently enrolled in school. While most of them are college students returning home for the summer, there are also a handful of ambitious high school seniors who are able to join in on the fun.

And there is one non-negotiable rule for all the boys who enter: they must shed their clothes and roam naked on my grounds, their bodies on full display for my pleasure and amusement.

As the warm summer air fills that first day of summer, the gates of my estate open and a wave of eager and lustful boys pour in. Of course, they must be of legal age, and I have a diligent staff member who verifies their identity before entering. These are not men yet, just boys on the cusp of adulthood. Some still living under the care of their parents, returning to their childhood bedrooms at night. They may be old enough for physical pleasures, but they are far from experienced or hardened by life. They are malleable, and easily swayed by new experiences and desires.

And I find great pleasure in taking hold of these young boys who may have only dreamed of sex, or maybe had a few encounters with girls, but have never been touched by a woman’s hand before. It is a power trip, one that I relish in as I guide them into new realms of pleasure and debauchery under the summer sky.

The boys are eager to spend their summer days and nights on my sprawling estate. There’s much for them to enjoy: the lavish pool with not one, but two hot tubs adjacent, a large kitchen with a cook, and a bar stocked with an endless supply of spirits and mind-altering substances for their indulgence. And as if that weren’t enough, my sauna, tennis courts, billiards room, and basement arcade provide additional sources of entertainment.

And of course, there’s the opportunity to be used like fucktoys that bring all the boys to my yard! 🙂

Sex isn’t a requirement, but most boys who visit the estate are not only willing but excited to engage in sexual activities. However, there is always the option for a boy to be “off-limits” to any sexual encounters. These boys will wear a pink collar as a clear signal. They can request to change their collar at any time, indicating a shift in availability.

I Share My Boys

It’s not just boys who come to my estate; I also invite older women, women like me who relish the company of these young men who revel in our attention. These friends of mine may come for a single party, or stay overnight, or even enjoy a week among the boys. I’m generous, and enjoy watching the pleasure my dear friends can find here, away from their cumbersome lives, boring existences and repuslive husbands.

On my estate, my dear friends are showered with relentless attention from insatiable boys who crave to fuck, suck, lick, touch and be touched. I’ve witnessed the transformation in my friends as they become revitalized, their bodies infused with newfound vigor and vitality as they revel in the raw pleasure of exploiting the young cocks at their beck and call.

The Rules

My rules are not up for negotiation. As soon as the boys pass through my gates, they shed their clothes and all personal possessions. They must be willing to bare their flesh, be vulnerable, and be at my mercy. A small building awaits them, where they can strip down to complete nakedness. There are lockers for their belongings. From that moment on, they are under my care and command, bound by obedience. And let it be known, those who dare to challenge my authority or disobey my female guests will suffer the ultimate consequences – being banished from the estate forever. This single rule is the foundation of everything – it crushes any hint of aggression, rudeness, or disobedience, ensuring that these boys are obedient and submissive playthings for me and my guests.

My ultimate goal is to create a hedonistic paradise for all, where young men are taught how to properly worship and satisfy a woman’s every desire. My guests revel in the wild parties that often turn into debauched displays of naked bodies entwined in pleasure. We push the limits by organizing intense physical activities such as volleyball or touch football, watching as the boys’ glistening muscles strain and flex with each movement. Other times, we indulge in more relaxed pool parties, where the boys are encouraged to serve and pamper our female guests.

But let’s not forget about sex – it’s an inevitable occurrence here on my estate. These boys know exactly what they’re getting into and they are more than willing participants. Every horny little shit is dying to get laid, and with the right invitation from one of my guests, it’s bound to happen. And while some may come just to admire the sight of naked cocks flopping around, others come with insatiable appetites of their own. They crave the experience of dominating and being pleasured by a young man who exists solely for their satisfaction.

Special Events

Many days, I relish inviting a small group of guests over to indulge in an abundance of naked boys. On weekends, the numbers of both guests and young cocks tend to increase. However, there are also a few extraordinary events where the parties grow exponentially.

Summer Launch: The moment the estate opens its doors on the first night of summer, we plunge into a wild and hedonistic celebration. The experienced boys, who have returned for another summer of debauchery, are responsible for giving the new boys a crash course on what to expect, how to act, and what to do. As the guests begin to arrive, all the boys are put to work serving trays of drinks and hors d’oeuvres. With their hands occupied, there is no hiding their exposed and vulnerable bodies – ripe for being fondled and used by anyone who desires them. And if any of the boys had doubts about their purpose here, they would quickly learn that they are nothing but objects for our pleasure. By the end of this first night, every inch of their flesh will be claimed as a fuck machine for me and my friends.

4th of July: Every year, on the Fourth of July, I host a grandiose celebration. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of a sizzling barbecue, mixed with the anticipation of an epic fireworks display. Laughter and friendly competition ring out as we gather around for our annual tradition – a naked touch football game. My female friends and I eagerly stake our spots to watch as the boys divide into two teams, ready to battle it out for glory. The winners bask in their victory, mingling with my party guests while enjoying all the festivities. Meanwhile, the defeated have no choice but to serve not just the guests, but also their victorious opponents. The stakes are high and the adrenaline runs thick as we cheer on our chosen team.

We laugh and jeer as the boys struggle to maintain their dignity, their bodies glistening with sweat in the heat. But we have more than just laughter in mind. Every now and then, one of us will pull a player aside for some extra “fun” – a finger in his ass, a teasing stroke of his cock. We send him back into the game with a raging hard-on and flushed cheeks, his masculinity stripped away as he becomes nothing but a plaything for our amusement. Oh, how adorable they look in their vulnerability.

Cunninglingus Competition: The Cunninglingus Competition is one of my favorite events of the year. It’s a competition among boys to see who can perform oral sex the best, with a cash prize at stake. There are several qualifying rounds throughout the early summer, and by the time we get to the final competition, there are six finalists. The stage is set up in a wooded area of the estate, providing plenty of shade. On the stage are six large couches, one for each boy to use. Each boy has 15 minutes to pleasure three different women on stage, one at a time, with a secret rating given by each woman afterward. With a 5-minute break, the boy moves on to the next judge and begins again with a 15-minute countdown. This continues until all six boys have performed for all three of their judges. The points are then tallied and the boy with the highest average rating is dubbed Prince Pussy Lips for the rest of the summer. Not only does he get this prestigious title, but also a generous 10k scholarship as his reward.

In addition, I extend to him an offer to double his reward if he agrees to let me add his new title as a small 1-inch tattoo in whichever location on his body he desires. And, not surprisingly, many have accepted my offer.

Spanking Competition: Introduced by my friend Nora on her second summer visit to my estate, the spanking competition has become another highly anticipated event. On the night of the party, I get as many of my Domme volunteers as possible to make sure that nobody gets too worn out paddling these cute little boy asses! Again, the boys are competing for a sizeable cash prize, so motivations are high as they line up and assume the position against the poolhouse wall. We’ll usually only have 9 or 10 boys willing to try, but if we have more we can do multiple shifts. Each Domme is lined up behind one of the boys and handed a paddle. I act as the Spank Mistress and count each smack as each of the women in turn hit their boy’s ass with the paddle. Once I get to 10 the boys all move one position down, again assume the position, and we again do 10 smacks. The boys can say MERCY anytime and be released from the competition, sent to have their ass cared for by our nurse in the first-aid tent. The boy who lasts the longest is given the title Pain Slut for the rest of the summer and the 10k scholarship. I also offer him to double it if he gets the tattoo. By the way – my tattoo artist is on hand for these parties, setup and giving any of the boys who want them free tats.

Ravage Him Competition: The “Ravage Him Competition” is always a hit at my parties. Many of the boys claim they are excited to be pegged, but few follow through. This time, it’s a fierce competition – each participant gets bent over a sawhorse bench and penetrated by one of our volunteer Dommes. We can handle up to six boys at once, arranged in a circle so they can see each other’s experience. After 10 minutes, the Dommes switch partners and continue their dominating ways. (Note: For safety and easy clean-up, we use fresh condoms on all strapons.) Each boy has the option to stop when he reaches his limit. To increase the intensity, during the third round, the Dommes are given a switch to strike their boy’s back and ass while fucking him. This usually leads to quicker dropouts. The winner earns the title of “Ass Boy” and a special prize.

Femdom Pool Parties

I yearn for all who read this to one day experience the exhilaration of a Femdom Pool Party. It is a privilege I am fortunate enough to partake in every summer, where an endless supply of eager young cock awaits my command, willing and ready to fulfill my every desire day or night.

I promised my dear friend Nora I would write this article, and now I am ecstatic to finally pour these words onto the page. But this is just a taste of what’s to come, as I plan on delving deeper into the raw details of an intimate encounter with a first-timer. With each passing year, I feel more alive when a throbbing young cock penetrates me, or a boy’s tongue delves deep inside, his innocent exploration leading him toward my ultimate pleasure. It’s a thrill beyond compare, knowing that I am molding him into a man. Stay tuned for more electrifying accounts!