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Dominant Couple Breaks Virgin Before He Starts College
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I can hardly contain my excitement as I sit down to write this letter to you. You see, I have a secret that I just have to share with someone. It’s something that my boyfriend and I have been indulging in for quite some time now, but we’ve never told anyone about it. We’ve always kept it between the two of us, our little kinky game. But now, I feel like I have to let it out. It’s just too good to keep to ourselves.
Let me start from the beginning. My name is Sara and I’m 21 years old. I live with my 26-year-old boyfriend, Logan. We’ve been together for two years now and our relationship has always been unconventional, to say the least. We both have a dominant streak, a need to be in control and to dominate others. It’s what brought us together, our shared desire for power play and BDSM.
We met Mason through my work, he had a summer job part-time in the stock room. I discovered that he had been living in foster care, but was about to turn 18 and age out. He would be starting college at the state university in the fall, where he had a scholarship and would be living in the dorms. But once he aged out of foster care, he’d be homeless for the summer.
Logan and I saw it as the perfect opportunity to indulge in our desires. We offered him a room in our house, free of charge, with only one condition – he had to be our sexual plaything for the entire summer.
And to our surprise, he agreed.
Mason was a tall, lanky boy with messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was shy and reserved, a bit awkward around us at first. But we could see the curiosity in his eyes, the hunger for something new and exciting. He had never been in a sexual relationship before, let alone one that involved power play with a couple. He considered himself heterosexual, but we had a feeling that we could change that.
The first night Mason moved in, Logan and I sat him down and explained our arrangement with him. We told him that he would have his own room and all the freedom he wanted during the day, but at night, he belonged to us. He would have to do whatever we asked of him, without question or hesitation. And in return, we would provide him with a safe place to live and show him the pleasures of submission.
To our surprise, Mason didn’t freak out or run away. He simply nodded and agreed to our terms. We could tell that he was nervous, but also excited. The boy wasn’t a virgin because he wasn’t interested in fucking – Mason had just been really shy, and as a result of a rough childhood had a hard time connecting with anyone. With us he was finally willing to open up, go with the flow and see where it took him. And that’s when our little summer adventure began.
In the initial days, our focus was solely on acclimating Mason to our world of BDSM and power dynamics. We took baby steps, gradually introducing him to various aspects and techniques. Starting with simple commands, we observed his reactions and responses, adjusting accordingly. Little tasks were assigned for him to complete, serving as training exercises to instill obedience and submission. He proved to be a swift learner, constantly yearning to please us and displaying a willingness to explore all that we requested of him.
As Mason’s second week with us unfolded, we began to gradually push his boundaries, eagerly testing just how far he was willing to go without technically losing his virginity. On Monday, our plan was set in motion as we made Mason strip down in front of us, his body exposed and vulnerable. I took charge, commanding him to lay himself out on the ground. His arousal was evident – his cock already standing at attention. With a wicked grin, I instructed Logan to join in the fun, ordering him to strip and pleasure himself while hovering over Mason. The sight was incredibly arousing, and Mason remained obedient and compliant as Logan released his load all over his body. Then it was Mason’s turn as I urged him to masturbate while Logan used his mouth to please me. The intensity of the moment heightened as we pushed each other to new heights of pleasure and desire.
On Tuesday, we introduced Mason to the world of bondage. Logan commanded him to strip down while I gathered the ropes, my hands trembling in anticipation. As Mason stood before us, vulnerable and exposed, we took turns running our fingers over his taut muscles, tracing the lines of his body with eager curiosity. Our experienced hands knew just how to tease and tantalize, bringing Mason to the edge of pleasure again and again during our two-hour session. And when he finally reached that peak, we were both there, jerking his throbbing cock and fondling his quivering balls. His release was explosive, shooting out in a powerful arc that seemed to defy gravity.
As the midweek day arrived, we were ready to put Mason to the ultimate test – using his mouth and hands to pleasure us. The anticipation was evident in his eyes as we gave him our demand, but he didn’t falter. With determination, he followed our instructions, starting with me first. Logan took on the role of coach, offering guidance and taking control at times by grabbing Mason’s head and showing him exactly how to touch me. And when I reached my climax, Mason eagerly lapped up my juices as if he had been thirsty for days in a desert oasis.
Next it was Logan’s turn. I had him sit regally in the armchair while Mason knelt before him, like a faithful servant awaiting their master’s command. The faint scent of sweat and musk hung in the air, adding to the heightened tension in the room. Logan, with a smug grin on his face, taunted Mason playfully as he waited for the boy to fulfill his orders. It was clear that Mason was inexperienced – he had just tasted his first pussy moments ago – and now I was ording him to swallow his first cock. But this time, I wanted to make him work for it.
So, I commanded Mason to kiss Logan’s feet – a small but significant act of submission. Initially hesitant, Mason received a swift swat from Logan as a reminder of his place. Without delay, Mason began to plant soft kisses on Logan’s feet, trailing up to his ankles and calves. Logan’s expression turned mischievous as he decided to teach Mason a lesson for hesitating by shoving his toes into the boy’s mouth. Despite gagging slightly, Mason dutifully continued working.
After several minutes of alternating between both feet, Logan was clearly eager for more pleasure. With a commanding tone, I ordered Mason to move up and kiss Logan’s hardened shaft. The younger boy eagerly obeyed without hesitation, proving himself to be an obedient and willing disciple under our control.
I gave Mason a few more commands, my voice husky with desire as I directed him to lick Logan’s shaft, suck the tip, and take his balls into his mouth. The air was thick with anticipation and arousal as Mason eagerly obeyed, his tongue swirling and lips sucking on Logan’s member. As we neared the edge of ecstasy, Logan grabbed Mason by the back of his head and forcefully shoved him down, thrusting his entire cock into the boy’s mouth. Mason gasped for air, struggling to breathe around the girth in his throat. My own heart raced as I fought the urge to tell Logan to release him. And then suddenly, with a burst of intensity, Logan exploded, shooting his hot seed into Mason’s mouth. The mixture of cum and spit dribbled from the corners of Mason’s lips as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, Logan pulled his head away and Mason gasped for air, coughing and sputtering. Through it all, he managed to look up at both of us with gratitude shining in his eyes and whispered a heartfelt “thank you.”
The following days were filled with equally explicit encounters, but we remained strict in our goal of keeping the boy a virgin. We would have him pleasure us orally and bring him to climax, but only with our hands or toys. And so far, his backside remained untouched.
The third week he was with us marked a turning point. It was a whirlwind of new experiences – we showed him the pleasures of using his ass, introduced him to my trusty strapon and Logan’s favorite whip. I’ll be sure to write another letter soon and delve into all the delicious details. The summer felt endless, filled with countless adventures that I must document before they slip away from memory. But for now, I’m consumed by lust and have Logan bound to the bed. He should be ready for another round by now, but if not, I’ll happily ride his face until he reaches ecstasy.
And as for Mason, don’t worry about him. Before the summer ended, we made sure the boy went off to college as a man.
More soon! (read Sara’s 2nd Letter here)
Sincerely,
Sara
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His Summer Job Submission
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I wanted to share an unforgettable experience from my summer job working at the local movie theater that played second-run movies. I was responsible for running the projectors, and most nights I was alone up in the projector room. It was an old, dusty place with a small window overlooking the theater seats below, and I enjoyed the solitude.
One night, during the final showing, my boss Monique, a striking woman in her early forties with a no-nonsense attitude, came up to the projector room. Monique was always well-dressed, with a figure that turned heads and an air of authority that commanded respect. I was surprised to see her because she rarely came up there.
“Hey, Presley,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “How’s everything running?”
I nodded, trying to focus on the film reel. “Everything’s good, Monique. Just making sure the film doesn’t jam.”
She stepped closer, her perfume filling the small space. “You know, I’ve noticed you up here, all alone,” she murmured, her voice dropping even lower. “Must get pretty lonely.”
I shrugged, feeling a bit uneasy. “I don’t mind. Gives me time to think.”
Monique’s eyes gleamed as she moved even closer, her body brushing against mine. “Thinking about your girlfriend, huh?”
I swallowed hard, not liking where this was going. “Yeah, something like that.”
Suddenly, Monique’s hand was on my chest, pushing me back against the projector. “You know, Presley,” she said, her tone now firm and commanding, “I’ve been watching you. I think you need a little… distraction.”
I tried to protest, my mind racing. “Monique, I have a girlfriend. I can’t—”
She cut me off with a sharp look, her hand moving to the waistband of my jeans. “I don’t care about your girlfriend. Right now, you’re mine.”
Before I could react, she unbuttoned my jeans and slipped her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around my cock through my underwear. I gasped, the sensation sending a jolt through my body. Monique’s grip was firm, and she began to stroke me, her eyes locked on mine.
“You’re going to enjoy this,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “And you’re not going to say a word.”
I was stunned, unable to resist as she continued to dominate me. Her hand moved skillfully, her touch both rough and precise. I could feel myself growing harder with each stroke, my protests dying in my throat.
Monique’s other hand moved to my shirt, unbuttoning it with swift, practiced motions. She pushed the fabric aside, her fingers trailing over my bare chest. “You’re a handsome boy, Presley,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But you need to learn to obey.”
She increased the pace, her hand moving faster, and I felt a wave of pleasure mixed with humiliation wash over me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but Monique’s dominance left no room for doubt or resistance.
“You’re going to cum for me,” she commanded, her eyes burning with intensity. “Right here, right now.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed, and with a final, powerful stroke, I came hard into her hand, my orgasm crashing over me in a wave of ecstasy and shame. Monique’s smile widened as she felt me climax, her grip never faltering.
When it was over, she released me and wiped her hand on my shirt, a look of triumph on her face. “Good boy,” she said, her tone almost affectionate. “Remember, Presley, you’re mine whenever I want you.”
With that, she turned and left the projector room, leaving me to collect myself and deal with the aftermath. I was shaken, but a part of me couldn’t deny the thrill of being dominated so completely by Monique.
I’ve never forgotten that night, and the way Monique took control of me. It was a lesson in submission I’ll carry with me always.
Sincerely,
Presley
She’s Bright as the Sun, Hot as Hell and Evil Fun
She walks in beauty, a leather-clad queen
Her eyes are dark pools, her body a dream
She is my mistress, my queen and my guide
She leads me through darkness with leather and pride
I kneel at her feet, I kiss her sweet skin
She is my goddess, she knows all my sins
She punishes me with a flick of her wrist
But I will do anything for just one more kiss
Her boots are like fire, they burn with desire
They leave marks on my skin that never expire
And when she’s done with me, I am left in a daze
But I’ll always beg for more of her wicked ways
With every crack of the whip, she takes control
My body is hers, to command and to mold
I am hers to use and abuse as she sees fit
And I’ll gladly submit to every wicked bit
Her smile is as bright as the sun,
but she’s hot as hell, and evil fun.
Men beg for her attention but get none,
for she’s the dominatrix to only this one.
Guy gets pranked into Summer Submission to Nurse Domme
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I saw your request for letters sharing experiences with getting dominated by women, specifically during summer. Well, I wanted to share an experience that happened just last summer, before I started college. It’s a story that might seem unbelievable, but I assure you, every detail is etched into my mind as if it happened yesterday.
It was one week before my freshman year began, and I received a letter from the university instructing me to complete a new student exam at the student health clinic. The appointment was at a strange time – 7 PM. I figured they must be busy with incoming students, so I planned to go since I would be in town anyway.
Let me tell you upfront: the rest of this story is wild because it was all set up by my older brother, who was quite the prankster. He had arranged everything with his friend Stacy, who would pose as a nurse, and another friend who worked at the clinic who gave him the keys for after-hours access. But when I showed up, I assumed everything was legitimate.
I walked into the clinic, and surprisingly, I was sent back to a waiting room right away. A nurse’s assistant handed me a gown and told me to strip down for the exam. I was shy and nervous but did as instructed, undressing and waiting anxiously, naked under the thin gown.
Time dragged on, and I felt increasingly vulnerable sitting there alone. Finally, the door opened, and in walked Stacy, dressed in a nurse’s uniform. She looked official and professional, clipboard in hand. I didn’t know who she was at the time, and I had no idea she was part of my brother’s elaborate prank.
“Hello, Jaxon,” she said, her tone clinical. “I’m Nurse Stacy, and I’ll be conducting your new student health exam.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I nodded, my eyes darting around the room to avoid Stacy’s gaze. My heart thumped in my chest as she instructed me to undress and lie down on the cold, sterile exam table. I felt like a helpless child as I awkwardly struggled out of the flimsy gown, my body trembling with nerves.
Trying to seem mature, I kept my hands over my crotch, but Stacy’s firm grip forced them to the side as she checked my vitals. The touch of her icy fingers against my skin sent shivers down my spine and I couldn’t help but feel exposed and vulnerable. Desperate to distract myself, I focused on staring at my own genitals, willing them not to betray me by becoming aroused.
But of course, Murphy’s Law prevailed and I could feel myself starting to get hard under Stacy’s watchful eye. Panic coursed through me as I prayed for this humiliating ordeal to be over soon. Never had I felt more like a naive fool for thinking that visiting the doctor alone would be a grown-up experience
Suddenly, everything became excruciatingly invasive. “Nurse Stacy” coldly ordered at me to contort my body over the cold steel table, and before I could even protest, her gloved hand was forcing its way inside me. My mind screamed in mortification as she probed deeper, twisting and turning with a cruel expertise.
“How does that feel?” her voice taunted, both professional and sickly sweet.
Unable to form words, my face burned with shame and humiliation.
“You’re doing so well,” she cooed, adding another lubricated finger to the mix. “Let’s see if we can fit a few more in there.”
She forced my body to stretch wider, each new finger feeling like a searing hot poker. The pain and degradation were unbearable, and I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Stacy continued her assault, pushing me past my limits until tears of humiliation welled up in my eyes.
Time seemed to slow down as she finished the torturous prostate exam and instructed me to turn over. She used the exam table’s leg stirrups to position me so I was on my back, legs spread and up. Effectively, my cock, balls, and ass were all fully exposed for Nurse Stacy.
My cock, now aggressively throbbing from the relentless stimulation, betrayed my attempt at composure. A sly grin played across her lips as she observed my discomfort.
“I can see you’re responding quite well,” she purred, glancing down at my hardening member. “When was the last time you released?”
My mind raced as I desperately searched for an answer. Finally, with a shaky voice, I answered, “Three days ago…my girlfriend gave me a blowjob.”
“No, tell the truth, it’s medically important I know. When was the most recent time you pleasured yourself and released semen?”
I groaned inwardly, knowing this was going to be embarrassing. But I decided to be honest. “This morning, in the shower.” She smirked, clearly pleased with my answer. “Very good,” she purred, a mischievous glint in her gaze. “Now comes the last stage of your evaluation.”
A surge of fear and confusion flooded through me as Nurse Stacy’s hand reached down and firmly grasped my cock. I struggled to push her away, but she was unrelenting in her grip.
With a twisted smile, she explained that this was a necessary part of the physical exam for students on campus. And then, without warning, her other hand slid under my body and entered me, probing deep with a cruel expertise.
In spite of my resistance, my body betrayed me and I responded to her touch with a full erection. The mix of humiliation and arousal was overwhelming as Stacy continued to stroke me relentlessly. Her movements were calculated and precise, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I could feel myself losing control, my breath quickening as my muscles tensed. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Stacy increased her pace, bringing me right to the brink before abruptly stopping. A wave of frustration and desire washed over me as she denied me release, reveling in the power she held over me.
She abruptly halted, her hand squeezing my throbbing member in a tight grip that sent waves of pain through my body. Her other hand was plunged deep into my ass, her fingers stretching me beyond what I thought was possible. I couldn’t move, trapped on the cold examination table with my legs held apart by cruel restraints.
With a devilish grin, she intensified the sensations even further. In one swift motion, her entire fist was inside me, pumping and twisting until I thought I would break. All the while, she mercilessly pumped my cock until it felt like it would burst.
I begged for release, but Nurse Stacy continued to push me to the brink until I finally couldn’t take it anymore. With a primal groan, I climaxed hard into the collection cup she had prepared. But then, to my shock and horror, she took some of my own seed and forced it into my mouth.
“Swallow,” she commanded with a wicked gleam in her eye. “We must ensure full compliance with our health standards.”
Humiliation and disgust burned through me as I followed her orders, my stomach turning in revolt. I could feel the thick, bitter liquid sliding down my throat, making me want to retch with every swallow. My mind was a chaotic mess, trying to process the twisted reality of this exam room and what she was forcing me to do. But before I could fully comprehend it all, the door flew open and my older brother burst in, his laughter echoing off the sterile walls.
“Gotcha!” he jeered, barely able to contain himself as he snapped pictures of my humiliating predicament with his phone. (Editor’s Note: Jaxon did not share these photos, so enjoy our artist’s rendition on this page.)
I was speechless, my face blazing red with embarrassment and rage. Stacy dropped her facade, joining in on my brother’s cruel amusement. They had orchestrated the most elaborate prank I had ever fallen victim to. And although I was seething with fury, I couldn’t help but begrudgingly admire their cunning and skill. As I slid off the exam table, hastily pulled on my shorts and tried to regain some semblance of dignity, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing along with them. The whole situation was insane, and even through my humiliation, a small part of me was already plotting revenge against my brother.
A Brother’s Revenge:
I’m pleased to say that I took things up a notch and caught him completely off guard. Stacy played her part, but my friend Marissa also played a crucial role. I’ll save the details for a future letter!
Sincerely, Jaxon
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Dominant Couple Breaks Virgin Before He Starts College
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I can hardly contain my excitement as I sit down to write this letter to you. You see, I have a secret that I just have to share with someone. It’s something that my boyfriend and I have been indulging in for quite some time now, but we’ve never told anyone about it. We’ve always kept it between the two of us, our little kinky game. But now, I feel like I have to let it out. It’s just too good to keep to ourselves.
Let me start from the beginning. My name is Sara and I’m 21 years old. I live with my 26-year-old boyfriend, Logan. We’ve been together for two years now and our relationship has always been unconventional, to say the least. We both have a dominant streak, a need to be in control and to dominate others. It’s what brought us together, our shared desire for power play and BDSM.
We met Mason through my work, he had a summer job part-time in the stock room. I discovered that he had been living in foster care, but was about to turn 18 and age out. He would be starting college at the state university in the fall, where he had a scholarship and would be living in the dorms. But once he aged out of foster care, he’d be homeless for the summer.
Logan and I saw it as the perfect opportunity to indulge in our desires. We offered him a room in our house, free of charge, with only one condition – he had to be our sexual plaything for the entire summer.
And to our surprise, he agreed.
Mason was a tall, lanky boy with messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was shy and reserved, a bit awkward around us at first. But we could see the curiosity in his eyes, the hunger for something new and exciting. He had never been in a sexual relationship before, let alone one that involved power play with a couple. He considered himself heterosexual, but we had a feeling that we could change that.
The first night Mason moved in, Logan and I sat him down and explained our arrangement with him. We told him that he would have his own room and all the freedom he wanted during the day, but at night, he belonged to us. He would have to do whatever we asked of him, without question or hesitation. And in return, we would provide him with a safe place to live and show him the pleasures of submission.
To our surprise, Mason didn’t freak out or run away. He simply nodded and agreed to our terms. We could tell that he was nervous, but also excited. The boy wasn’t a virgin because he wasn’t interested in fucking – Mason had just been really shy, and as a result of a rough childhood had a hard time connecting with anyone. With us he was finally willing to open up, go with the flow and see where it took him. And that’s when our little summer adventure began.
In the initial days, our focus was solely on acclimating Mason to our world of BDSM and power dynamics. We took baby steps, gradually introducing him to various aspects and techniques. Starting with simple commands, we observed his reactions and responses, adjusting accordingly. Little tasks were assigned for him to complete, serving as training exercises to instill obedience and submission. He proved to be a swift learner, constantly yearning to please us and displaying a willingness to explore all that we requested of him.
As Mason’s second week with us unfolded, we began to gradually push his boundaries, eagerly testing just how far he was willing to go without technically losing his virginity. On Monday, our plan was set in motion as we made Mason strip down in front of us, his body exposed and vulnerable. I took charge, commanding him to lay himself out on the ground. His arousal was evident – his cock already standing at attention. With a wicked grin, I instructed Logan to join in the fun, ordering him to strip and pleasure himself while hovering over Mason. The sight was incredibly arousing, and Mason remained obedient and compliant as Logan released his load all over his body. Then it was Mason’s turn as I urged him to masturbate while Logan used his mouth to please me. The intensity of the moment heightened as we pushed each other to new heights of pleasure and desire.
On Tuesday, we introduced Mason to the world of bondage. Logan commanded him to strip down while I gathered the ropes, my hands trembling in anticipation. As Mason stood before us, vulnerable and exposed, we took turns running our fingers over his taut muscles, tracing the lines of his body with eager curiosity. Our experienced hands knew just how to tease and tantalize, bringing Mason to the edge of pleasure again and again during our two-hour session. And when he finally reached that peak, we were both there, jerking his throbbing cock and fondling his quivering balls. His release was explosive, shooting out in a powerful arc that seemed to defy gravity.
As the midweek day arrived, we were ready to put Mason to the ultimate test – using his mouth and hands to pleasure us. The anticipation was evident in his eyes as we gave him our demand, but he didn’t falter. With determination, he followed our instructions, starting with me first. Logan took on the role of coach, offering guidance and taking control at times by grabbing Mason’s head and showing him exactly how to touch me. And when I reached my climax, Mason eagerly lapped up my juices as if he had been thirsty for days in a desert oasis.
Next it was Logan’s turn. I had him sit regally in the armchair while Mason knelt before him, like a faithful servant awaiting their master’s command. The faint scent of sweat and musk hung in the air, adding to the heightened tension in the room. Logan, with a smug grin on his face, taunted Mason playfully as he waited for the boy to fulfill his orders. It was clear that Mason was inexperienced – he had just tasted his first pussy moments ago – and now I was ording him to swallow his first cock. But this time, I wanted to make him work for it.
So, I commanded Mason to kiss Logan’s feet – a small but significant act of submission. Initially hesitant, Mason received a swift swat from Logan as a reminder of his place. Without delay, Mason began to plant soft kisses on Logan’s feet, trailing up to his ankles and calves. Logan’s expression turned mischievous as he decided to teach Mason a lesson for hesitating by shoving his toes into the boy’s mouth. Despite gagging slightly, Mason dutifully continued working.
After several minutes of alternating between both feet, Logan was clearly eager for more pleasure. With a commanding tone, I ordered Mason to move up and kiss Logan’s hardened shaft. The younger boy eagerly obeyed without hesitation, proving himself to be an obedient and willing disciple under our control.
I gave Mason a few more commands, my voice husky with desire as I directed him to lick Logan’s shaft, suck the tip, and take his balls into his mouth. The air was thick with anticipation and arousal as Mason eagerly obeyed, his tongue swirling and lips sucking on Logan’s member. As we neared the edge of ecstasy, Logan grabbed Mason by the back of his head and forcefully shoved him down, thrusting his entire cock into the boy’s mouth. Mason gasped for air, struggling to breathe around the girth in his throat. My own heart raced as I fought the urge to tell Logan to release him. And then suddenly, with a burst of intensity, Logan exploded, shooting his hot seed into Mason’s mouth. The mixture of cum and spit dribbled from the corners of Mason’s lips as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, Logan pulled his head away and Mason gasped for air, coughing and sputtering. Through it all, he managed to look up at both of us with gratitude shining in his eyes and whispered a heartfelt “thank you.”
The following days were filled with equally explicit encounters, but we remained strict in our goal of keeping the boy a virgin. We would have him pleasure us orally and bring him to climax, but only with our hands or toys. And so far, his backside remained untouched.
The third week he was with us marked a turning point. It was a whirlwind of new experiences – we showed him the pleasures of using his ass, introduced him to my trusty strapon and Logan’s favorite whip. I’ll be sure to write another letter soon and delve into all the delicious details. The summer felt endless, filled with countless adventures that I must document before they slip away from memory. But for now, I’m consumed by lust and have Logan bound to the bed. He should be ready for another round by now, but if not, I’ll happily ride his face until he reaches ecstasy.
And as for Mason, don’t worry about him. Before the summer ended, we made sure the boy went off to college as a man.
More soon! (read Sara’s 2nd Letter here)
Sincerely,
Sara
His Summer Job Submission
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I wanted to share an unforgettable experience from my summer job working at the local movie theater that played second-run movies. I was responsible for running the projectors, and most nights I was alone up in the projector room. It was an old, dusty place with a small window overlooking the theater seats below, and I enjoyed the solitude.
One night, during the final showing, my boss Monique, a striking woman in her early forties with a no-nonsense attitude, came up to the projector room. Monique was always well-dressed, with a figure that turned heads and an air of authority that commanded respect. I was surprised to see her because she rarely came up there.
“Hey, Presley,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “How’s everything running?”
I nodded, trying to focus on the film reel. “Everything’s good, Monique. Just making sure the film doesn’t jam.”
She stepped closer, her perfume filling the small space. “You know, I’ve noticed you up here, all alone,” she murmured, her voice dropping even lower. “Must get pretty lonely.”
I shrugged, feeling a bit uneasy. “I don’t mind. Gives me time to think.”
Monique’s eyes gleamed as she moved even closer, her body brushing against mine. “Thinking about your girlfriend, huh?”
I swallowed hard, not liking where this was going. “Yeah, something like that.”
Suddenly, Monique’s hand was on my chest, pushing me back against the projector. “You know, Presley,” she said, her tone now firm and commanding, “I’ve been watching you. I think you need a little… distraction.”
I tried to protest, my mind racing. “Monique, I have a girlfriend. I can’t—”
She cut me off with a sharp look, her hand moving to the waistband of my jeans. “I don’t care about your girlfriend. Right now, you’re mine.”
Before I could react, she unbuttoned my jeans and slipped her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around my cock through my underwear. I gasped, the sensation sending a jolt through my body. Monique’s grip was firm, and she began to stroke me, her eyes locked on mine.
“You’re going to enjoy this,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “And you’re not going to say a word.”
I was stunned, unable to resist as she continued to dominate me. Her hand moved skillfully, her touch both rough and precise. I could feel myself growing harder with each stroke, my protests dying in my throat.
Monique’s other hand moved to my shirt, unbuttoning it with swift, practiced motions. She pushed the fabric aside, her fingers trailing over my bare chest. “You’re a handsome boy, Presley,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But you need to learn to obey.”
She increased the pace, her hand moving faster, and I felt a wave of pleasure mixed with humiliation wash over me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but Monique’s dominance left no room for doubt or resistance.
“You’re going to cum for me,” she commanded, her eyes burning with intensity. “Right here, right now.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed, and with a final, powerful stroke, I came hard into her hand, my orgasm crashing over me in a wave of ecstasy and shame. Monique’s smile widened as she felt me climax, her grip never faltering.
When it was over, she released me and wiped her hand on my shirt, a look of triumph on her face. “Good boy,” she said, her tone almost affectionate. “Remember, Presley, you’re mine whenever I want you.”
With that, she turned and left the projector room, leaving me to collect myself and deal with the aftermath. I was shaken, but a part of me couldn’t deny the thrill of being dominated so completely by Monique.
I’ve never forgotten that night, and the way Monique took control of me. It was a lesson in submission I’ll carry with me always.
Sincerely,
Presley
She’s Bright as the Sun, Hot as Hell and Evil Fun
She walks in beauty, a leather-clad queen
Her eyes are dark pools, her body a dream
She is my mistress, my queen and my guide
She leads me through darkness with leather and pride
I kneel at her feet, I kiss her sweet skin
She is my goddess, she knows all my sins
She punishes me with a flick of her wrist
But I will do anything for just one more kiss
Her boots are like fire, they burn with desire
They leave marks on my skin that never expire
And when she’s done with me, I am left in a daze
But I’ll always beg for more of her wicked ways
With every crack of the whip, she takes control
My body is hers, to command and to mold
I am hers to use and abuse as she sees fit
And I’ll gladly submit to every wicked bit
Her smile is as bright as the sun,
but she’s hot as hell, and evil fun.
Men beg for her attention but get none,
for she’s the dominatrix to only this one.
Guy gets pranked into Summer Submission to Nurse Domme
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I saw your request for letters sharing experiences with getting dominated by women, specifically during summer. Well, I wanted to share an experience that happened just last summer, before I started college. It’s a story that might seem unbelievable, but I assure you, every detail is etched into my mind as if it happened yesterday.
It was one week before my freshman year began, and I received a letter from the university instructing me to complete a new student exam at the student health clinic. The appointment was at a strange time – 7 PM. I figured they must be busy with incoming students, so I planned to go since I would be in town anyway.
Let me tell you upfront: the rest of this story is wild because it was all set up by my older brother, who was quite the prankster. He had arranged everything with his friend Stacy, who would pose as a nurse, and another friend who worked at the clinic who gave him the keys for after-hours access. But when I showed up, I assumed everything was legitimate.
I walked into the clinic, and surprisingly, I was sent back to a waiting room right away. A nurse’s assistant handed me a gown and told me to strip down for the exam. I was shy and nervous but did as instructed, undressing and waiting anxiously, naked under the thin gown.
Time dragged on, and I felt increasingly vulnerable sitting there alone. Finally, the door opened, and in walked Stacy, dressed in a nurse’s uniform. She looked official and professional, clipboard in hand. I didn’t know who she was at the time, and I had no idea she was part of my brother’s elaborate prank.
“Hello, Jaxon,” she said, her tone clinical. “I’m Nurse Stacy, and I’ll be conducting your new student health exam.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I nodded, my eyes darting around the room to avoid Stacy’s gaze. My heart thumped in my chest as she instructed me to undress and lie down on the cold, sterile exam table. I felt like a helpless child as I awkwardly struggled out of the flimsy gown, my body trembling with nerves.
Trying to seem mature, I kept my hands over my crotch, but Stacy’s firm grip forced them to the side as she checked my vitals. The touch of her icy fingers against my skin sent shivers down my spine and I couldn’t help but feel exposed and vulnerable. Desperate to distract myself, I focused on staring at my own genitals, willing them not to betray me by becoming aroused.
But of course, Murphy’s Law prevailed and I could feel myself starting to get hard under Stacy’s watchful eye. Panic coursed through me as I prayed for this humiliating ordeal to be over soon. Never had I felt more like a naive fool for thinking that visiting the doctor alone would be a grown-up experience
Suddenly, everything became excruciatingly invasive. “Nurse Stacy” coldly ordered at me to contort my body over the cold steel table, and before I could even protest, her gloved hand was forcing its way inside me. My mind screamed in mortification as she probed deeper, twisting and turning with a cruel expertise.
“How does that feel?” her voice taunted, both professional and sickly sweet.
Unable to form words, my face burned with shame and humiliation.
“You’re doing so well,” she cooed, adding another lubricated finger to the mix. “Let’s see if we can fit a few more in there.”
She forced my body to stretch wider, each new finger feeling like a searing hot poker. The pain and degradation were unbearable, and I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Stacy continued her assault, pushing me past my limits until tears of humiliation welled up in my eyes.
Time seemed to slow down as she finished the torturous prostate exam and instructed me to turn over. She used the exam table’s leg stirrups to position me so I was on my back, legs spread and up. Effectively, my cock, balls, and ass were all fully exposed for Nurse Stacy.
My cock, now aggressively throbbing from the relentless stimulation, betrayed my attempt at composure. A sly grin played across her lips as she observed my discomfort.
“I can see you’re responding quite well,” she purred, glancing down at my hardening member. “When was the last time you released?”
My mind raced as I desperately searched for an answer. Finally, with a shaky voice, I answered, “Three days ago…my girlfriend gave me a blowjob.”
“No, tell the truth, it’s medically important I know. When was the most recent time you pleasured yourself and released semen?”
I groaned inwardly, knowing this was going to be embarrassing. But I decided to be honest. “This morning, in the shower.” She smirked, clearly pleased with my answer. “Very good,” she purred, a mischievous glint in her gaze. “Now comes the last stage of your evaluation.”
A surge of fear and confusion flooded through me as Nurse Stacy’s hand reached down and firmly grasped my cock. I struggled to push her away, but she was unrelenting in her grip.
With a twisted smile, she explained that this was a necessary part of the physical exam for students on campus. And then, without warning, her other hand slid under my body and entered me, probing deep with a cruel expertise.
In spite of my resistance, my body betrayed me and I responded to her touch with a full erection. The mix of humiliation and arousal was overwhelming as Stacy continued to stroke me relentlessly. Her movements were calculated and precise, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I could feel myself losing control, my breath quickening as my muscles tensed. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Stacy increased her pace, bringing me right to the brink before abruptly stopping. A wave of frustration and desire washed over me as she denied me release, reveling in the power she held over me.
She abruptly halted, her hand squeezing my throbbing member in a tight grip that sent waves of pain through my body. Her other hand was plunged deep into my ass, her fingers stretching me beyond what I thought was possible. I couldn’t move, trapped on the cold examination table with my legs held apart by cruel restraints.
With a devilish grin, she intensified the sensations even further. In one swift motion, her entire fist was inside me, pumping and twisting until I thought I would break. All the while, she mercilessly pumped my cock until it felt like it would burst.
I begged for release, but Nurse Stacy continued to push me to the brink until I finally couldn’t take it anymore. With a primal groan, I climaxed hard into the collection cup she had prepared. But then, to my shock and horror, she took some of my own seed and forced it into my mouth.
“Swallow,” she commanded with a wicked gleam in her eye. “We must ensure full compliance with our health standards.”
Humiliation and disgust burned through me as I followed her orders, my stomach turning in revolt. I could feel the thick, bitter liquid sliding down my throat, making me want to retch with every swallow. My mind was a chaotic mess, trying to process the twisted reality of this exam room and what she was forcing me to do. But before I could fully comprehend it all, the door flew open and my older brother burst in, his laughter echoing off the sterile walls.
“Gotcha!” he jeered, barely able to contain himself as he snapped pictures of my humiliating predicament with his phone. (Editor’s Note: Jaxon did not share these photos, so enjoy our artist’s rendition on this page.)
I was speechless, my face blazing red with embarrassment and rage. Stacy dropped her facade, joining in on my brother’s cruel amusement. They had orchestrated the most elaborate prank I had ever fallen victim to. And although I was seething with fury, I couldn’t help but begrudgingly admire their cunning and skill. As I slid off the exam table, hastily pulled on my shorts and tried to regain some semblance of dignity, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing along with them. The whole situation was insane, and even through my humiliation, a small part of me was already plotting revenge against my brother.
A Brother’s Revenge:
I’m pleased to say that I took things up a notch and caught him completely off guard. Stacy played her part, but my friend Marissa also played a crucial role. I’ll save the details for a future letter!
Sincerely, Jaxon
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