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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]
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A Humiliating Day At The Beach with his Dominatrix
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
I never read your magazine before, but that’s going to change now. Apparently my girlfriend is an avid reader, and she got a horrible idea from your recent Summer Special Edition. She read your article about Femdom Humiliation on Public Beaches and got so inspired that she decided we should take a trip to the closest beach on your list.
Let me make something clear before we go any further: I am not an exhibitionist by nature. In fact, the mere thought of being naked in front of others sends shivers down my spine. Even when it’s just her and I in the privacy of our bedroom, I find myself feeling self-conscious and reserved. My physique is far from what society deems as desirable – I am overweight, some may even say chubby. But our relationship is anything but conventional: she holds all the power, her sexual prowess dominating and unrestrained. She laid out the rules from day one – I must keep up with her insatiable desires or risk losing her to someone else. A reminder she never fails to mention. And here’s the other thing – she is way out of my league, like in a different stratosphere. I have no idea what she sees in me, she could really have any guy she wanted. So it’s clear here – I have no choice but to bend to her will and obey her every command.
I had no inkling of what she had in store for us, only that we were bound for a day at the beach. Imagine my shock when we arrived and I caught sight of a woman baring her chest in the parking lot. My cheeks flushed red as I made a foolish comment about enjoying the scenery, unaware of what awaited me. With a mischievous grin, my girlfriend dropped the bombshell: I would be joining in on the fun. She commanded me to strip – right then and there, in full view of anyone passing by.
As her words cut through me like a sharp knife, I felt my face flush with humiliation and panic. There was no use arguing with her – she always got her way. Slowly, under the watchful eyes of strangers in the parking lot, I began to strip down to my bare skin. My hands shook as I fumbled with buttons and zippers, wishing for some cover or privacy. But she stood there calmly in her flowing sundress, basking in the warm sun without a care in the world. Once I was fully exposed, she commanded me to toss my clothes into the trunk of the car. With burning cheeks and a sinking feeling in my stomach, I grabbed our bags filled with supplies for the day, suddenly realizing that this outing would be nothing like what I had imagined.
The humiliation continued, like a never-ending nightmare. She made me walk up to a very hot, muscular nude man sunbathing with his naked girlfriend. Every inch of my body burned with embarrassment as I stumbled towards him, unable to tear my eyes away from his sculpted physique. I had to tell the man how incredibly attractive he was, and my voice cracked with mortification as I stuttered out the compliment before quickly scurrying away before he could respond.
But that wasn’t the end of it. As if that public display of humiliation wasn’t enough, she then forced me to enter the ocean and mingle with other beach-goers, all of us completely exposed and vulnerable in our nakedness. My cheeks flushed scarlet as I tried to shrink into myself, desperate not to be noticed by anyone else. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, she demanded that I gather information on six other people on the beach – their names and descriptions of their bodies. The thought alone filled me with dread, knowing that she would easily be able to tell if I was lying.
But the day of degrading public exposure was far from over. At every opportunity, she sent me on errands that required me to venture out amongst the other beach-goers, ensuring that I was constantly exposed and humiliated in front of them. And although most of them were also without clothing, it provided little comfort in easing my self-consciousness, shame and utter embarrassment at being subjected to such humiliating tasks.
There was a brief respite when she finally let me relax on the blanket and get some sun. She was kind enough to apply sun lotion to the areas I couldn’t reach, making sure to cover my dick too—no burnt cocks.
My heart raced as my girlfriend revealed a large, menacing dildo and forced it inside of me without warning. She commanded me to stay quiet, fearing the consequences of indecency, but I couldn’t help but let out tortured moans and cries. My humiliation was further amplified when the same couple we had encountered earlier stumbled upon us and chose to stay and watch. The man taunted me, degrading me for being at the mercy of my dominant girlfriend. As tears threatened to spill from my eyes, I defiantly told him to “fuck off”, only to receive a sharp strike on my already sore ass from my girlfriend’s hand. The couple laughed and the man even took liberties with squeezing my burning cheeks. It was a humiliating display of control and submission that just kept getting worse.
The man’s girlfriend pointed and exclaimed, “Look, honey – he’s hard!” Suddenly, all eyes were on me, my erection betraying me in front of this group of strangers. My own girlfriend laughed and commanded me to kneel before them and masturbate. It was a humiliating request, one that I never would have thought possible. I had always been shy about being naked in public, and now I was being forced to pleasure myself in front of this attractive couple and anyone else who happened to pass by.
Reluctantly, I obeyed my girlfriend’s orders, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and fear as I began to stroke myself. She demanded that I make eye contact with the couple, so I focused on the woman who wore a smug grin on her face. My hand moved feverishly, sweat dripping down my face as I tried to finish the task as quickly as possible.
But the man wasn’t satisfied with just watching. He taunted me with degrading names, ridiculing my awkward appearance as I frantically stroked myself. And when I finally reached climax, my cum shot out forcefully, coating the blanket and sand with sticky streams. As everyone laughed and the couple moved on, my girlfriend smeared some of the mess onto my body before ordering me to the ocean to clean up.
That was pretty much my final humiliation of the day – my walk of shame. The area nearest the water is more crowded, and as I walked through the other naked beachgoers, I couldn’t help but feel shame and humiliation at the evidence of my public display still visible on my skin. This was a level of degradation I never could have imagined enduring for someone else’s pleasure.
So, thanks to your article, I had a day I’ll never forget, and not in a good way. I love submitting to her, but this was too much. I both hated and on some level enjoyed my humiliation, so I’m not sure whether to thank you or curse you. I thought you should know the impact your words can have on your readers.
Yours, still recovering from the humiliation,
Carter
My Summer Internship was For The Dogs
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
I recently read your Summer edition and was so turned on by all the reader letters that I felt compelled to share my own experience. It takes me back to a time when I was younger, still in college, and excited to start my summer internship at a small vet hospital. This was a fantastic opportunity to work hands-on, taking care of sick animals on the overnight shift, and I was supposed to work directly under a senior doctor. However, things turned out a lot different than I expected.
I was 18 when this happened. The doctor was on call and not actually there, so the only other person on the shift was a technician named Sally. She was technically my boss, but there wasn’t much for me to do other than clean cages, change food and water, and sit around reading. That all changed one night when Sally told me to clean one of the exam rooms.
The exam room was sparse, meant for large dogs. There was a large stainless steel exam table, some cabinets with supplies, and a few eye-hooks attached to the walls to restrain animals. The room always smelled like a combination of urine and cleaner. I had just started wiping down the exam table when Sally entered, and told me she needed help sizing a collar.
Before I tell you the rest- yes, I was naieve. I was young, this was my first job other than mowing lawns in the summer. The whole time, the one thing going through my head was my dad telling me to always obeyt my boss, never be disrespectful, and to try my best at whatever I’m working on. So, when my boss told me to put on the collar, yes, I was confused, but I obeyed, and stood still as she put a dog collar around my neck.
It felt weird, but before I could react, Sally grabbed me by the collar and yanked me towards a small chain on the wall, meant for violent animals. My protests were silenced by her fierce voice demanding me to “shut the fuck up.” With a sharp click, she secured a padlock through my collar and the chain, trapping me in place. The other end of the chain was bolted to the wall, leaving me completely at her mercy. “Now, be a good boy and strip,” she commanded with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
Fury and fear boiled inside me, seeping out in my demand to be released. But instead of complying, she delivered a stinging slap across my cheek and whispered in a menacing tone, “You’re just another unruly mutt. Prove your obedience or suffer the consequences like all the other bad dogs here.” My mind raced with horrific possibilities – confinement in a cage? More painful slaps? Castration? I couldn’t bear to find out. Shaking with dread, I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, hindered by the heavy chain and collar around my neck.
Feeling completely powerless and exposed, I hastily removed each article of clothing while her gaze tracked my every movement. She used safety scissors to cut away my t-shirt, leaving me completely stripped and defenseless. This was the first time I had ever been fully naked in front of a woman – and to make things worse, I was chained to a fucking wall! As if that wasn’t enough, all I could think about was how furious my mother would be about the new t-shirt she had just bought being ruined.
She looked me up and down. “Well, you’re sort of a mangy mutt, aren’t you?” she said, then instructed me to get up on the exam table. She adjusted the chain, making it tighter once I was on the table, meant for examining large breed dogs.
“Good boy. Now, let’s give you an examination.”
She roughly prodded and poked at me, treating me like an animal. With a tight grip, she squeezed my testicles until they felt like they were going to burst. I whimpered in humiliation as she inspected every inch of me, even sticking a thermometer deep into my rectum. Just when I thought the ordeal was over, she commanded me to roll onto my back and scratched at my stomach like a playful dog. The sensation sent shivers down my spine and caused unwanted arousal, which only seemed to amuse her more as she taunted me for being a “naughty” dog. But her sadistic games didn’t end there. She pushed me back onto all fours and started jerking me off with one hand while the other forcefully penetrated my anus. She barked orders for me to howl louder, and soon enough her entire fist was inside of me, causing waves of pain and pleasure to collide as I howled in agony and ecstasy. And just when I couldn’t take any more, I exploded all over the exam table, letting out primal cries as she continued to push her fist deeper inside of me.
“You’re a good boy,” she said, pulling out of me, throwing away her gloves. Then she unlocked my collar and told me to finish cleaning up the room. She turned around and walked out. I was left there naked, spent, and feeling a mixture of shame and elation. It seemed like what happened to me was wrong, but I also felt like I finally felt – fullfilled?
That night changed everything for me. The summer was a blur – my internship, as it turned out, was little more than learning how to clean cages – a real bust. But Sally tought me how to be an obedient sub that summer, using the same techniques she used to train dogs. Maybe I should write again and tell more about that experience, but suffice it to say – I learned how to be a good boy that summer, and I got the bone often.
Sincerely,
Wyatt
The Summer Night My Submissive Side Was Exposed: Lessons from an Unforgettable Experience
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
My name is Zeek and I typically work on the editorial side of things here. However, today I wanted to share a personal story from my own journey into the world of female domination. It takes me back to my younger days, when I was 22 years old and fresh out of college for the summer. This experience was a defining moment that greatly influenced my FLR for many years to come. At this point in time, my girlfriend (and future wife) and I had been in an on-and-off (mostly on) relationship since high school. She had been dominating me from the very beginning, but it wasn’t until this particular moment that our dom/sub dynamic was openly displayed for others to see.
To celebrate the summer season, we decided to rent a cozy cabin at the coast with a group of friends. The space was small, offering little privacy for anyone, but we were all too eager to spend time together. On the first night, a combination of youthful energy and a bit too much smoking led me to become more stoned than I had anticipated. After pretty much everyone had gone to their rooms, either sleeping or fucking, I decided to take a shower and clear my head. I’d thought my girlfriend was asleep – I was wrong. I stumbled into the bathroom, stripped naked and got in the shower. I remember the cold water starting to make a difference, sort of clearing away some of my haze, when the door opened, and my girlfriend entered.
My eyes widened in shock as I saw her, fully equipped with her strapon, ready to dominate me just like we had done countless times before. Panic seeped into my hazy mind as the gravity of the situation hit me – our friends were in the next room and there was no way they wouldn’t hear us. But before I could voice my protest, she shut off the water, bent me over relentlessly, and began thrusting into me with an intensity that tore involuntary screams from my throat. Not only was I screaming from the rough and fast fucking, but her powerful force was slamming me against the shower wall with brutal force. It wasn’t until later that I realized she had deliberately tried to make me scream loud enough for others to hear.
And it worked. The door to the bathroom swung open without warning, revealing my best friend standing there with a look of utter shock on his face. As if on cue, more heads appeared around the doorframe, drawn by our noisy encounter. All eyes were fixed on me, completely exposed and dominated in a very public display of submission.
Despite my protests, my girlfriend seemed to feed off the energy of the audience. My words were drowned out by the situation and all I could do was groan and scream as she relentlessly continued her vigorous activity. I glanced over at my best friend, our eyes locking in a moment of shared disbelief, before he broke into a wide, mischievous grin that I’ll never forget. I scanned the faces of our other friends before deciding it was better to just keep looking down.
My screams echoed through the cabin, filling the air with a primal intensity. Out of nowhere, Lacey appeared and joined in on the spectacle. She smirked as she revealed that she had been fucking her girlfriend with a strapon before being interrupted by my screams. Without missing a beat, she asked if I could handle another cock. Before I could even respond, my girlfriend agreed on my behalf, her eyes glinting with mischief.
In an instant, I was being spitroasted, Lacey shoving her slick strapon into my mouth while my girlfriend took me from behind. The room filled with cheers and murmurs. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by tasting another woman’s essence on the dildo in my mouth. As if it couldn’t get any more intense, my girlfriend and Lacey shared passionate kisses over my writhing body, adding a surreal element to the already overwhelming experience.
I used to experience intense orgasms and ejaculations during pegging, especially when my partner pushed me to the brink like she did in that bathroom. So it was no surprise when I suddenly came all over the floor. The others were shocked, some even laughed. This should have been the end, but we were young and lacked the maturity to navigate consent and risk.
Lacey pulled out of my mouth and forced my head down to clean up my mess. She scooped up some of my cum from the floor with her fingers and made me eat it, then smeared a little on her strap-on. She grabbed my hair and shoved her cum-covered dildo back into my mouth, deep down my throat. I had done well up until then, but this was too much for me to handle. I gagged violently, cum and saliva spilling out, tears streaming down my face as Lacey continued to force her cock into my mouth. Throughout it all, my girlfriend just kept pegging my ass, watching as Lacey treated me this way. We talked about it later and she apologized, but admitted that watching me get face-fucked so aggressively turned her on.
As my body gave out and I struggled to catch my breath, Lacey pulled away, giving me a much-needed break. I managed to gasp out a plea for her to stop. My girlfriend heard and put an end to things. I lay crumpled on the bathroom floor, naked and exhausted as our friends slowly dispersed, the show now over. My girlfriend helped me up and ran a warm shower for us both. She locked the door behind us and undressed before helping me into the shower. With gentle care, she washed away any physical reminders of what had just happened. Her transformation from the rough instigator of my public humiliation to a loving and comforting partner was just another intense part of this unforgettable experience. That shower became one of the most intimate moments we shared in our relationship.
The reality of my situation—being dominated so publicly—was daunting. While the physical sensations were intensely arousing, the spectacle aspect left me with mixed feelings. On one hand, the raw exposure of my submission was exhilarating; on the other, it fundamentally altered how some friends viewed me. Respect and camaraderie seemed overshadowed by their perceptions of my submission. I know some saw my submission to my girlfriend and a lesbian to be a sign of weakness or perversion. I prefer to consider it a moment of strength and courage in submission.
This experience, while a pivotal moment in embracing my submissive side, taught me valuable lessons about privacy, boundaries, and the complex dynamics of public play. It was a potent mixture of excitement and regret, a stark reminder of the personal costs that can accompany such public revelations of private kinks.
Though it was one of the most defining moments of my younger years, it reinforced the importance of navigating the BDSM world with clear boundaries and mutual respect, lessons I carry into my work and personal life every day.
Thanks for letting me share a piece of my past that’s rarely seen in the daylight.
Sincerely,
Zeek
Virgin Boy’s Submissive Journey Continues: Ass Training and His First Punishment
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I’m excited to share more details about Mason’s journey with us. As I wrote before, Mason was 18 and needed somewhere to live for the summer until he started his freshman year of college. We gave him a room in our house, free of charge, and in return, Mason was our sex toy for the summer.
He came to us a virgin, so we decided to really draw out his experiences, slowly introducing one new thing after another. His third week as our sex slave was packed with new and intense experiences, pushing his boundaries and deepening his submission.
We began the week by focusing on training Mason’s ass. Logan and I led Mason into our bedroom, his nervous anticipation palpable. Logan took charge, instructing Mason to kneel on the floor. I watched closely, ready to offer guidance and encouragement.
Logan lubed up his fingers and positioned himself behind Mason. “Relax, buddy,” Logan commanded firmly. “You need to learn to accept this.”
Mason let out a guttural whimper, his entire body tensing up under Logan’s touch. But Logan didn’t back down, his determination evident as he pressed a finger against Mason’s tight entrance. The muscles clenched and resisted at first, but Logan persisted, applying more pressure until finally, with a gasp and a jerk, his finger breached the barrier and slipped inside. Mason’s body shook with surprise and pleasure, his breaths coming in short gasps as Logan’s finger explored deeper.
“Don’t you move, Mason,” I commanded, my eyes blazing with determination. “This is just the beginning of your training.”
Logan’s fingers worked relentlessly, plunging in and out of Mason’s tight hole, stretching it wider with each thrust. Two fingers became three as Logan scissored them inside, eliciting a mix of agonized moans and uncontrollable shivers from Mason. The cutie was so hard at this point, and even blushing a little bit. And when a fourth finger joined the others, Mason’s resistance shattered completely, replaced by an insatiable hunger for more. He pushed back against Logan’s hand, begging for even deeper penetration and giving in to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body.
“That’s it, Mason,” I urged. “Let go and feel the pleasure coursing through your body.” Logan’s fingers danced with expert precision, skillfully stroking Mason’s prostate as if playing an instrument. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over Mason, his moans escalating into primal screams that echoed through the room. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of ecstasy, Mason’s climax exploded. Without his cock even being touched, he released a torrent of cum onto Logan’s lap as his body convulsed with pleasure.
The next day, I brought out a massive anal plug that I often used on Logan, determined to push Mason’s limits even further. Logan’s eyes widened in concern as he saw the size of the plug, questioning my decision.
“Are you sure about this, Sara? It’s too much for him,” Logan cautioned.
“It will fit,” I insisted, ignoring his doubts. “I’ll make it fit, and he needs to learn how to take big things, don’t you agree?” I looked down at Logan’s cock, just to be clear where my intentions lie. As I said before, the boy came to us a virgin. We trained him, and by the end of summer, there was nothing virgin about him anymore.
But, back to afternoon, with gentle yet firm hands, Logan positioned Mason for what was to come. “Relax, Mason. I’m here,” he murmured soothingly, trying to calm the trembling boy. Logan was even rubbing Mason’s back as I generously coated the plug with lube and pressed it against Mason’s quivering entrance. Fear and anticipation flickered in his eyes as he braced himself for what was about to happen. With a steady hand, I began to push, meeting resistance with each inch gained. Mason screamed in agony, his body thrashing and struggling to escape the intrusion. But Logan held him down firmly, whispering words of comfort and support.
“Take it, buddy. You can do this good boy,” Logan encouraged him.
As the plug slowly but forcefully entered him, Mason’s screams morphed into whimpers and then moans. His body shook with the effort, tears streaming down his face, but still he pushed through the pain. And finally, with one last push from me, Logan holding him in place, the behemoth plug was fully inside him. “I told you I’d get it in there,” I said, looking Logan in the eyes.
Mason’s cries subsided into gasps of relief mixed with a strange sense of satisfaction. I had him roll over on his back and while Logan praised him with soft kisses and words of admiration, I rewarded Mason with a slow and deliberate handjob, watching as his face twisted in pleasure. Soon Logan couldn’t hold back any longer and stuck his erection in Mason’s mouth. The boy took it like a champ, but didn’t last long himself, shooting his load all over his stomach. I knew Logan would take awhile to cum, and frankly I’d had enough by that point, so I left the boys to do their thing and enjoyed a margarhita on the patio.
His First Ass Fucking
The following day, we told Mason to get ready to be fucked in the ass. Fear flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Logan, but I quickly reassured him. “Not Logan, not yet” I said with a sly smile. “We still want you to remain technically a virgin, for now. That means no dick in your hole, and your dick in no hole. But my cock is a big dildo, so it doesn’t take your virginity. I can fuck you senseless, and you’ll remain our little virgin boy!”
Mason looked relieved but still nervous. Logan and I led him to the playroom, where I strapped on my favorite dildo. Logan positioned Mason on all fours again, his hands caressing Mason’s trembling body.
“Relax, Mason. You’re going to enjoy this,” Logan whispered, his voice filled with both lust and reassurance. My cock had been in Logan’s ass countless times, and it was something he could never get enough of.
I lubed up the dildo and pressed it against Mason’s entrance. His body tensed, but Logan was there, once again playing his part of reassuring coach, whispering soothing words and stroking Mason’s back. I pushed in slowly, feeling the tightness of his virgin ass around my dildo. Mason gasped, his body shuddering.
“That’s it, Mason. Take it,” I commanded, pushing deeper.
Logan’s hands roamed Mason’s body, caressing and comforting him as I thrust into him. Mason’s gasps turned to moans, his body starting to respond to the overwhelming sensations. Logan couldn’t help but get turned on, his own erection growing as he watched me fuck the boy.
Logan began to jerk off, his eyes never leaving Mason’s face. The sight of Mason’s submission and pleasure was too much to resist. He moved closer, guiding Mason’s head towards his throbbing cock. Mason took Logan’s cock into his mouth, sucking eagerly as I continued to fuck him.
The room was filled with the sounds of moaning, panting, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Mason was lost in a haze of pleasure and submission, his body completely at our mercy. Logan’s hand tangled in Mason’s hair, guiding his head as he fucked his mouth. I could see the pleasure building in Logan’s eyes, and soon he was close to release.
Logan pulled out of Mason’s mouth, stroking himself furiously. With a loud groan, he came, his hot cum splattering across Mason’s face and chest. I continued to thrust into Mason, pushing him over the edge. Logan started stroking Mason, and in half a minute he came with a loud cry, his body shuddering in ecstasy.
His First Punishment
The final day of that third week was a brutal, relentless barrage of torture for Mason. Mason had a morning routine – he would awake before us, make the coffee, then he’d come into our bedroom and wake me up first, climbing between my legs and pleasing me with his mouth. Once I was done, I’d leave and enjoy my coffee on the patio while he woke up Logan the same way. However, on this particular morning, Mason slept through his alarm, and missed his morning duties. Once he woke up, Mason knew he was in trouble as he faced the wrath of Logan and I with trembling fear. We bound him in the playroom, stripping away any sense of control or protection over his naked body. My fingers curled around Logan’s favorite bullwhip, eager to unleash its cruel power on someone else for a change.
I could see the terror in Mason’s eyes as he watched us prepare. He had never experienced such punishment before – not even a simple spanking as a child. Logan, still seething from the lack of a morning blow job, showed no mercy or reassurance towards Mason. Instead, he coldly ignored him, leaving the boy alone with his racing thoughts and fears of what was about to come.
I bared my teeth in a feral grin as I traced the tip of the whip across Mason’s exposed skin, savoring the fear and anticipation radiating off of his tense body. With a swift snap, leather met flesh with a deafening crack, the sound reverberating through the room as Mason let out a guttural scream.
“Stay still, Mason,” I commanded, relishing in his helpless struggle against the restraints as I continued to rain down lashes on his quivering form.
Mason’s screams echoed off the walls, mixing with his anguished sobs and desperate pleas for mercy. I asked him several times if he needed to use his safeword, but he was determined to power through. His tears flowed freely as red welts formed on his already battered skin, each strike causing him to convulse in agony. As Logan watched with depraved pleasure, his gaze filled with twisted desire at the sight of Mason’s pain and vulnerability under my control.
“Jerk off on him, Logan,” I growled, my voice laced with sadistic pleasure as I continued to relentlessly whip Mason’s bare back.
Logan eagerly obeyed, his hand moving faster and faster along his cock as he watched Mason squirm in agony. The sound of the whip cracking against Mason’s skin mixed with the wet slapping noises of Logan’s hand on his own flesh. And then, with a final thrust and a loud moan, Logan came, his hot cum splattering across Mason’s now raw and bruised ass.
Mason’s cries subsided into whimpers, his body trembling. I stopped the whipping, running my hand over his marked skin. “You did well, Mason.”
Logan and I untied Mason, comforting him with soft touches and words. We applied first-aid and ointment to his owies, and made sure he had a relaxing afternoon. He’d made a mistake, he’d learned about punishment and he learned his lesson. I was certain he’d not sleep through another alarm.
He had endured so much, and his transformation was remarkable. He was no longer just a virgin boy; he was our obedient, eager sex slave, ready for whatever we had in store for him next.
More to come soon, (You can read Sara’s 3rd Letter Here)
Sincerely,
Sara
My Summer Internship as Mistress Amanda’s Submissive: A Journey of Submission, Endurance, and Personal Growth
When I was first offered the opportunity to be Mistress Amanda’s Summer Intern Submissive, I knew this experience would be unlike anything I had ever encountered. What I didn’t realize was how deeply it would affect me, shaping not only my understanding of submission but also my outlook on life and my future ambitions. This essay reflects on the lessons I learned, the highs and lows of the summer, and how this internship has profoundly influenced my plans for the future.
Lessons in Submission and Obedience
The most valuable lesson I learned this summer was the true meaning of submission. Under Mistress Amanda’s guidance, I discovered that submission is not just about following orders; it’s about fully embracing one’s role with dedication, humility, and a willingness to serve. Mistress Amanda’s strict yet nurturing approach taught me that submission is a powerful tool for personal growth. Through her meticulous training, I learned to anticipate her needs, respond to her commands without hesitation, and strive for excellence in every task, no matter how small.
Another crucial lesson was the importance of discipline and self-control. Mistress Amanda’s expectations were clear, and meeting them required unwavering focus and resilience. Whether it was enduring intense physical trials or mastering the art of serving her and her guests, I had to push my limits and overcome my own weaknesses. This discipline extended to all aspects of my life, helping me develop a stronger sense of self-control that I will carry with me long after this internship ends.
An additional lesson that I didn’t anticipate was the importance of adaptability in submission. Throughout the summer, Mistress Amanda introduced me to new experiences and challenges that were often unexpected. I learned that being a good submissive means not only following orders but also being able to adjust quickly to new situations, always staying attuned to her needs and desires. This adaptability became a vital part of my service, ensuring that I could meet her expectations no matter what circumstances arose.
The Highs: Moments of Achievement and Connection
One of the most rewarding aspects of this internship was the deep connection I formed with Mistress Amanda. Our relationship was built on trust, mutual respect, and a shared understanding of the roles we each played. There were several high points throughout the summer, but one that stands out was my participation in Mistress Amanda’s annual Summer CBT Bash. Competing alongside other submissives, I endured intense physical challenges, ultimately emerging as the last one standing. The pride I felt in that moment was indescribable, knowing that I had not only met but exceeded Mistress Amanda’s expectations.
Another high point was my “Oral Graduation” ceremony. After weeks of rigorous training, I finally achieved the level of skill Mistress Amanda demanded in oral pleasure. The ceremony was a celebration of my progress, and I felt immense satisfaction knowing that I had earned Mistress Amanda’s approval. The moment when Megan, Mistress Amanda’s trusted assistant, awarded me my diploma was particularly special, as it marked a significant milestone in my journey as a submissive.
A new high point that particularly resonated with me was when Mistress Amanda entrusted me with the task of hosting and serving at an intimate dinner she held for a few of her closest friends. This was the first time I was responsible for overseeing every detail of an event, from preparing the meal to ensuring her guests were fully satisfied. The evening went flawlessly, and Mistress Amanda’s praise afterward was a moment I will never forget. It was a testament to the trust she had in me, and it reinforced my commitment to serving her to the best of my abilities.
The Lows: Facing My Shortcomings
Of course, the summer was not without its challenges. The most difficult moments were those where I fell short of Mistress Amanda’s expectations. One such instance was when I failed to maintain control during an intimate encounter with one of Mistress Amanda’s guests, resulting in a premature climax that left both Mistress Amanda and the guest disappointed. The weight of my failure was heavy, and the subsequent punishment—a week in chastity, deprived of the ability to please Mistress Amanda—was a harsh but necessary lesson in self-control and the importance of meeting the standards set for me.
A particularly challenging low point came when I was tasked with a complex organizational project that involved preparing Mistress Amanda’s estate for a large event. Despite my best efforts, I made several mistakes that led to delays and added stress for Mistress Amanda. The disappointment in her voice, when she addressed my shortcomings, was worse than any physical punishment. It was a stark reminder of the high standards I must uphold, and it drove home the lesson that attention to detail and precision are critical in my role as her submissive.
One of My Proudest Moments
One of the proudest moments of my internship wasn’t just about achieving a task or receiving praise—it was about enduring the intense physical punishment Mistress Amanda needed to dole out. There was a day when external frustrations from her work life spilled over into our dynamic. Mistress Amanda needed an outlet for her anger, and I became that outlet. Tied securely to the St. Andrew’s cross in the courtyard, I braced myself for what was to come.
The punishment was severe. Each strike of her whip tore through my skin, sending waves of excruciating pain throughout my body. My back, my legs, even my chest—no part of me was spared. But through it all, I never used my safeword. I never begged her to stop. I knew that Mistress Amanda needed this release, and I was determined to withstand it for her. With every lash, I focused on the knowledge that I was serving a greater purpose by helping her release her frustrations. The physical pain was overwhelming, but the sense of pride in being able to take it for her was even stronger.
By the end of the session, my body was battered and bruised, but my spirit was intact. Mistress Amanda’s words of gratitude afterward were more rewarding than anything else. I had proven my resilience, my dedication, and my unwavering commitment to her. This experience, though painful, was a powerful reminder of the depths of my submission and my ability to endure whatever Mistress Amanda required of me. It remains one of the moments I am most proud of, not because of the physical endurance it required, but because of the emotional strength I demonstrated in supporting my Mistress when she needed it most.
What I’ll Miss Most
As I prepare to return to college, I’ve been reflecting on what I’ll miss most about my time here with Mistress Amanda. There are so many things I’ll miss—the comfort of command, the clarity of knowing my place, and the deep satisfaction of a job well done. I’ll miss the structured days, where every moment had purpose and every task brought me closer to fulfilling Mistress Amanda’s desires.
I’ll also miss the physical sensations—the taste of Mistress Amanda, the feel of her whip, the intense pleasure that came with her approval. There’s a unique pride that comes with knowing I’ve served her well, that I’ve met her high standards. I’ll miss the camaraderie with the staff, the playful teasing, and even the challenges that pushed me to my limits.
But what I’ll miss most of all is simply Mistress Amanda herself—every piece of her. She’s become my everything this summer—my guide, my teacher, my disciplinarian, my pleasure, my purpose. I live off of her presence, her voice, her touch. The thought of not waking up to her commands or feeling her eyes on me is daunting. She’s been my world these past few months, and I’m afraid of how difficult it will be to adjust to a life without her constant presence. Mistress Amanda has shaped me into the submissive I am today, and I know that leaving her will leave a void that no one else can fill.
Shaping My Future: A Path Forward
This internship has been transformative, not only in terms of my understanding of submission but also in how I view my future. Mistress Amanda’s guidance has instilled in me a deep appreciation for the power dynamics in a Domme/submissive relationship, and I now see submission as a path to personal growth and fulfillment. The discipline, resilience, and skills I have developed this summer will serve me well in all areas of my life, both in and out of the BDSM community.
Looking ahead, I am more committed than ever to continuing my journey as a submissive. Whether that means seeking out new opportunities to serve or further honing my skills under Mistress Amanda’s mentorship, I know that this experience has set me on a path that I am eager to explore. The lessons I’ve learned, the highs I’ve experienced, and the lows I’ve overcome have all contributed to a stronger, more confident version of myself.
In conclusion, my summer internship as Mistress Amanda’s submissive has been a journey of self-discovery, growth, and intense learning. I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to serve under such an experienced and demanding Domme, and I look forward to seeing where this path will take me in the future.
I wrote a poem for Mistress, and she asked me to share it here as well.
Thank you, Mistress, for your guidance, your discipline, and for showing me the true meaning of submission.
Forever Yours,
Ethan
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My Summer Internship as Mistress Amanda’s Submissive: A Journey of Submission, Endurance, and Personal Growth
When I was first offered the opportunity to be Mistress Amanda’s Summer Intern Submissive, I knew this experience would be unlike anything I had ever encountered. What I didn’t realize was how deeply it would affect me, shaping not only my understanding of submission but also my outlook on life and my future ambitions. This essay reflects on the lessons I learned, the highs and lows of the summer, and how this internship has profoundly influenced my plans for the future.
Lessons in Submission and Obedience
The most valuable lesson I learned this summer was the true meaning of submission. Under Mistress Amanda’s guidance, I discovered that submission is not just about following orders; it’s about fully embracing one’s role with dedication, humility, and a willingness to serve. Mistress Amanda’s strict yet nurturing approach taught me that submission is a powerful tool for personal growth. Through her meticulous training, I learned to anticipate her needs, respond to her commands without hesitation, and strive for excellence in every task, no matter how small.
Another crucial lesson was the importance of discipline and self-control. Mistress Amanda’s expectations were clear, and meeting them required unwavering focus and resilience. Whether it was enduring intense physical trials or mastering the art of serving her and her guests, I had to push my limits and overcome my own weaknesses. This discipline extended to all aspects of my life, helping me develop a stronger sense of self-control that I will carry with me long after this internship ends.
An additional lesson that I didn’t anticipate was the importance of adaptability in submission. Throughout the summer, Mistress Amanda introduced me to new experiences and challenges that were often unexpected. I learned that being a good submissive means not only following orders but also being able to adjust quickly to new situations, always staying attuned to her needs and desires. This adaptability became a vital part of my service, ensuring that I could meet her expectations no matter what circumstances arose.
The Highs: Moments of Achievement and Connection
One of the most rewarding aspects of this internship was the deep connection I formed with Mistress Amanda. Our relationship was built on trust, mutual respect, and a shared understanding of the roles we each played. There were several high points throughout the summer, but one that stands out was my participation in Mistress Amanda’s annual Summer CBT Bash. Competing alongside other submissives, I endured intense physical challenges, ultimately emerging as the last one standing. The pride I felt in that moment was indescribable, knowing that I had not only met but exceeded Mistress Amanda’s expectations.
Another high point was my “Oral Graduation” ceremony. After weeks of rigorous training, I finally achieved the level of skill Mistress Amanda demanded in oral pleasure. The ceremony was a celebration of my progress, and I felt immense satisfaction knowing that I had earned Mistress Amanda’s approval. The moment when Megan, Mistress Amanda’s trusted assistant, awarded me my diploma was particularly special, as it marked a significant milestone in my journey as a submissive.
A new high point that particularly resonated with me was when Mistress Amanda entrusted me with the task of hosting and serving at an intimate dinner she held for a few of her closest friends. This was the first time I was responsible for overseeing every detail of an event, from preparing the meal to ensuring her guests were fully satisfied. The evening went flawlessly, and Mistress Amanda’s praise afterward was a moment I will never forget. It was a testament to the trust she had in me, and it reinforced my commitment to serving her to the best of my abilities.
The Lows: Facing My Shortcomings
Of course, the summer was not without its challenges. The most difficult moments were those where I fell short of Mistress Amanda’s expectations. One such instance was when I failed to maintain control during an intimate encounter with one of Mistress Amanda’s guests, resulting in a premature climax that left both Mistress Amanda and the guest disappointed. The weight of my failure was heavy, and the subsequent punishment—a week in chastity, deprived of the ability to please Mistress Amanda—was a harsh but necessary lesson in self-control and the importance of meeting the standards set for me.
A particularly challenging low point came when I was tasked with a complex organizational project that involved preparing Mistress Amanda’s estate for a large event. Despite my best efforts, I made several mistakes that led to delays and added stress for Mistress Amanda. The disappointment in her voice, when she addressed my shortcomings, was worse than any physical punishment. It was a stark reminder of the high standards I must uphold, and it drove home the lesson that attention to detail and precision are critical in my role as her submissive.
One of My Proudest Moments
One of the proudest moments of my internship wasn’t just about achieving a task or receiving praise—it was about enduring the intense physical punishment Mistress Amanda needed to dole out. There was a day when external frustrations from her work life spilled over into our dynamic. Mistress Amanda needed an outlet for her anger, and I became that outlet. Tied securely to the St. Andrew’s cross in the courtyard, I braced myself for what was to come.
The punishment was severe. Each strike of her whip tore through my skin, sending waves of excruciating pain throughout my body. My back, my legs, even my chest—no part of me was spared. But through it all, I never used my safeword. I never begged her to stop. I knew that Mistress Amanda needed this release, and I was determined to withstand it for her. With every lash, I focused on the knowledge that I was serving a greater purpose by helping her release her frustrations. The physical pain was overwhelming, but the sense of pride in being able to take it for her was even stronger.
By the end of the session, my body was battered and bruised, but my spirit was intact. Mistress Amanda’s words of gratitude afterward were more rewarding than anything else. I had proven my resilience, my dedication, and my unwavering commitment to her. This experience, though painful, was a powerful reminder of the depths of my submission and my ability to endure whatever Mistress Amanda required of me. It remains one of the moments I am most proud of, not because of the physical endurance it required, but because of the emotional strength I demonstrated in supporting my Mistress when she needed it most.
What I’ll Miss Most
As I prepare to return to college, I’ve been reflecting on what I’ll miss most about my time here with Mistress Amanda. There are so many things I’ll miss—the comfort of command, the clarity of knowing my place, and the deep satisfaction of a job well done. I’ll miss the structured days, where every moment had purpose and every task brought me closer to fulfilling Mistress Amanda’s desires.
I’ll also miss the physical sensations—the taste of Mistress Amanda, the feel of her whip, the intense pleasure that came with her approval. There’s a unique pride that comes with knowing I’ve served her well, that I’ve met her high standards. I’ll miss the camaraderie with the staff, the playful teasing, and even the challenges that pushed me to my limits.
But what I’ll miss most of all is simply Mistress Amanda herself—every piece of her. She’s become my everything this summer—my guide, my teacher, my disciplinarian, my pleasure, my purpose. I live off of her presence, her voice, her touch. The thought of not waking up to her commands or feeling her eyes on me is daunting. She’s been my world these past few months, and I’m afraid of how difficult it will be to adjust to a life without her constant presence. Mistress Amanda has shaped me into the submissive I am today, and I know that leaving her will leave a void that no one else can fill.
Shaping My Future: A Path Forward
This internship has been transformative, not only in terms of my understanding of submission but also in how I view my future. Mistress Amanda’s guidance has instilled in me a deep appreciation for the power dynamics in a Domme/submissive relationship, and I now see submission as a path to personal growth and fulfillment. The discipline, resilience, and skills I have developed this summer will serve me well in all areas of my life, both in and out of the BDSM community.
Looking ahead, I am more committed than ever to continuing my journey as a submissive. Whether that means seeking out new opportunities to serve or further honing my skills under Mistress Amanda’s mentorship, I know that this experience has set me on a path that I am eager to explore. The lessons I’ve learned, the highs I’ve experienced, and the lows I’ve overcome have all contributed to a stronger, more confident version of myself.
In conclusion, my summer internship as Mistress Amanda’s submissive has been a journey of self-discovery, growth, and intense learning. I am deeply grateful for the opportunity to serve under such an experienced and demanding Domme, and I look forward to seeing where this path will take me in the future.
I wrote a poem for Mistress, and she asked me to share it here as well.
Thank you, Mistress, for your guidance, your discipline, and for showing me the true meaning of submission.
Forever Yours,
Ethan
The Summer Night My Submissive Side Was Exposed: Lessons from an Unforgettable Experience
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
My name is Zeek and I typically work on the editorial side of things here. However, today I wanted to share a personal story from my own journey into the world of female domination. It takes me back to my younger days, when I was 22 years old and fresh out of college for the summer. This experience was a defining moment that greatly influenced my FLR for many years to come. At this point in time, my girlfriend (and future wife) and I had been in an on-and-off (mostly on) relationship since high school. She had been dominating me from the very beginning, but it wasn’t until this particular moment that our dom/sub dynamic was openly displayed for others to see.
To celebrate the summer season, we decided to rent a cozy cabin at the coast with a group of friends. The space was small, offering little privacy for anyone, but we were all too eager to spend time together. On the first night, a combination of youthful energy and a bit too much smoking led me to become more stoned than I had anticipated. After pretty much everyone had gone to their rooms, either sleeping or fucking, I decided to take a shower and clear my head. I’d thought my girlfriend was asleep – I was wrong. I stumbled into the bathroom, stripped naked and got in the shower. I remember the cold water starting to make a difference, sort of clearing away some of my haze, when the door opened, and my girlfriend entered.
My eyes widened in shock as I saw her, fully equipped with her strapon, ready to dominate me just like we had done countless times before. Panic seeped into my hazy mind as the gravity of the situation hit me – our friends were in the next room and there was no way they wouldn’t hear us. But before I could voice my protest, she shut off the water, bent me over relentlessly, and began thrusting into me with an intensity that tore involuntary screams from my throat. Not only was I screaming from the rough and fast fucking, but her powerful force was slamming me against the shower wall with brutal force. It wasn’t until later that I realized she had deliberately tried to make me scream loud enough for others to hear.
And it worked. The door to the bathroom swung open without warning, revealing my best friend standing there with a look of utter shock on his face. As if on cue, more heads appeared around the doorframe, drawn by our noisy encounter. All eyes were fixed on me, completely exposed and dominated in a very public display of submission.
Despite my protests, my girlfriend seemed to feed off the energy of the audience. My words were drowned out by the situation and all I could do was groan and scream as she relentlessly continued her vigorous activity. I glanced over at my best friend, our eyes locking in a moment of shared disbelief, before he broke into a wide, mischievous grin that I’ll never forget. I scanned the faces of our other friends before deciding it was better to just keep looking down.
My screams echoed through the cabin, filling the air with a primal intensity. Out of nowhere, Lacey appeared and joined in on the spectacle. She smirked as she revealed that she had been fucking her girlfriend with a strapon before being interrupted by my screams. Without missing a beat, she asked if I could handle another cock. Before I could even respond, my girlfriend agreed on my behalf, her eyes glinting with mischief.
In an instant, I was being spitroasted, Lacey shoving her slick strapon into my mouth while my girlfriend took me from behind. The room filled with cheers and murmurs. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by tasting another woman’s essence on the dildo in my mouth. As if it couldn’t get any more intense, my girlfriend and Lacey shared passionate kisses over my writhing body, adding a surreal element to the already overwhelming experience.
I used to experience intense orgasms and ejaculations during pegging, especially when my partner pushed me to the brink like she did in that bathroom. So it was no surprise when I suddenly came all over the floor. The others were shocked, some even laughed. This should have been the end, but we were young and lacked the maturity to navigate consent and risk.
Lacey pulled out of my mouth and forced my head down to clean up my mess. She scooped up some of my cum from the floor with her fingers and made me eat it, then smeared a little on her strap-on. She grabbed my hair and shoved her cum-covered dildo back into my mouth, deep down my throat. I had done well up until then, but this was too much for me to handle. I gagged violently, cum and saliva spilling out, tears streaming down my face as Lacey continued to force her cock into my mouth. Throughout it all, my girlfriend just kept pegging my ass, watching as Lacey treated me this way. We talked about it later and she apologized, but admitted that watching me get face-fucked so aggressively turned her on.
As my body gave out and I struggled to catch my breath, Lacey pulled away, giving me a much-needed break. I managed to gasp out a plea for her to stop. My girlfriend heard and put an end to things. I lay crumpled on the bathroom floor, naked and exhausted as our friends slowly dispersed, the show now over. My girlfriend helped me up and ran a warm shower for us both. She locked the door behind us and undressed before helping me into the shower. With gentle care, she washed away any physical reminders of what had just happened. Her transformation from the rough instigator of my public humiliation to a loving and comforting partner was just another intense part of this unforgettable experience. That shower became one of the most intimate moments we shared in our relationship.
The reality of my situation—being dominated so publicly—was daunting. While the physical sensations were intensely arousing, the spectacle aspect left me with mixed feelings. On one hand, the raw exposure of my submission was exhilarating; on the other, it fundamentally altered how some friends viewed me. Respect and camaraderie seemed overshadowed by their perceptions of my submission. I know some saw my submission to my girlfriend and a lesbian to be a sign of weakness or perversion. I prefer to consider it a moment of strength and courage in submission.
This experience, while a pivotal moment in embracing my submissive side, taught me valuable lessons about privacy, boundaries, and the complex dynamics of public play. It was a potent mixture of excitement and regret, a stark reminder of the personal costs that can accompany such public revelations of private kinks.
Though it was one of the most defining moments of my younger years, it reinforced the importance of navigating the BDSM world with clear boundaries and mutual respect, lessons I carry into my work and personal life every day.
Thanks for letting me share a piece of my past that’s rarely seen in the daylight.
Sincerely,
Zeek
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]
A Humiliating Day At The Beach with his Dominatrix
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
I never read your magazine before, but that’s going to change now. Apparently my girlfriend is an avid reader, and she got a horrible idea from your recent Summer Special Edition. She read your article about Femdom Humiliation on Public Beaches and got so inspired that she decided we should take a trip to the closest beach on your list.
Let me make something clear before we go any further: I am not an exhibitionist by nature. In fact, the mere thought of being naked in front of others sends shivers down my spine. Even when it’s just her and I in the privacy of our bedroom, I find myself feeling self-conscious and reserved. My physique is far from what society deems as desirable – I am overweight, some may even say chubby. But our relationship is anything but conventional: she holds all the power, her sexual prowess dominating and unrestrained. She laid out the rules from day one – I must keep up with her insatiable desires or risk losing her to someone else. A reminder she never fails to mention. And here’s the other thing – she is way out of my league, like in a different stratosphere. I have no idea what she sees in me, she could really have any guy she wanted. So it’s clear here – I have no choice but to bend to her will and obey her every command.
I had no inkling of what she had in store for us, only that we were bound for a day at the beach. Imagine my shock when we arrived and I caught sight of a woman baring her chest in the parking lot. My cheeks flushed red as I made a foolish comment about enjoying the scenery, unaware of what awaited me. With a mischievous grin, my girlfriend dropped the bombshell: I would be joining in on the fun. She commanded me to strip – right then and there, in full view of anyone passing by.
As her words cut through me like a sharp knife, I felt my face flush with humiliation and panic. There was no use arguing with her – she always got her way. Slowly, under the watchful eyes of strangers in the parking lot, I began to strip down to my bare skin. My hands shook as I fumbled with buttons and zippers, wishing for some cover or privacy. But she stood there calmly in her flowing sundress, basking in the warm sun without a care in the world. Once I was fully exposed, she commanded me to toss my clothes into the trunk of the car. With burning cheeks and a sinking feeling in my stomach, I grabbed our bags filled with supplies for the day, suddenly realizing that this outing would be nothing like what I had imagined.
The humiliation continued, like a never-ending nightmare. She made me walk up to a very hot, muscular nude man sunbathing with his naked girlfriend. Every inch of my body burned with embarrassment as I stumbled towards him, unable to tear my eyes away from his sculpted physique. I had to tell the man how incredibly attractive he was, and my voice cracked with mortification as I stuttered out the compliment before quickly scurrying away before he could respond.
But that wasn’t the end of it. As if that public display of humiliation wasn’t enough, she then forced me to enter the ocean and mingle with other beach-goers, all of us completely exposed and vulnerable in our nakedness. My cheeks flushed scarlet as I tried to shrink into myself, desperate not to be noticed by anyone else. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, she demanded that I gather information on six other people on the beach – their names and descriptions of their bodies. The thought alone filled me with dread, knowing that she would easily be able to tell if I was lying.
But the day of degrading public exposure was far from over. At every opportunity, she sent me on errands that required me to venture out amongst the other beach-goers, ensuring that I was constantly exposed and humiliated in front of them. And although most of them were also without clothing, it provided little comfort in easing my self-consciousness, shame and utter embarrassment at being subjected to such humiliating tasks.
There was a brief respite when she finally let me relax on the blanket and get some sun. She was kind enough to apply sun lotion to the areas I couldn’t reach, making sure to cover my dick too—no burnt cocks.
My heart raced as my girlfriend revealed a large, menacing dildo and forced it inside of me without warning. She commanded me to stay quiet, fearing the consequences of indecency, but I couldn’t help but let out tortured moans and cries. My humiliation was further amplified when the same couple we had encountered earlier stumbled upon us and chose to stay and watch. The man taunted me, degrading me for being at the mercy of my dominant girlfriend. As tears threatened to spill from my eyes, I defiantly told him to “fuck off”, only to receive a sharp strike on my already sore ass from my girlfriend’s hand. The couple laughed and the man even took liberties with squeezing my burning cheeks. It was a humiliating display of control and submission that just kept getting worse.
The man’s girlfriend pointed and exclaimed, “Look, honey – he’s hard!” Suddenly, all eyes were on me, my erection betraying me in front of this group of strangers. My own girlfriend laughed and commanded me to kneel before them and masturbate. It was a humiliating request, one that I never would have thought possible. I had always been shy about being naked in public, and now I was being forced to pleasure myself in front of this attractive couple and anyone else who happened to pass by.
Reluctantly, I obeyed my girlfriend’s orders, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and fear as I began to stroke myself. She demanded that I make eye contact with the couple, so I focused on the woman who wore a smug grin on her face. My hand moved feverishly, sweat dripping down my face as I tried to finish the task as quickly as possible.
But the man wasn’t satisfied with just watching. He taunted me with degrading names, ridiculing my awkward appearance as I frantically stroked myself. And when I finally reached climax, my cum shot out forcefully, coating the blanket and sand with sticky streams. As everyone laughed and the couple moved on, my girlfriend smeared some of the mess onto my body before ordering me to the ocean to clean up.
That was pretty much my final humiliation of the day – my walk of shame. The area nearest the water is more crowded, and as I walked through the other naked beachgoers, I couldn’t help but feel shame and humiliation at the evidence of my public display still visible on my skin. This was a level of degradation I never could have imagined enduring for someone else’s pleasure.
So, thanks to your article, I had a day I’ll never forget, and not in a good way. I love submitting to her, but this was too much. I both hated and on some level enjoyed my humiliation, so I’m not sure whether to thank you or curse you. I thought you should know the impact your words can have on your readers.
Yours, still recovering from the humiliation,
Carter
Virgin Boy’s Submissive Journey Continues: Ass Training and His First Punishment
Dear FemdomU Forum,
I’m excited to share more details about Mason’s journey with us. As I wrote before, Mason was 18 and needed somewhere to live for the summer until he started his freshman year of college. We gave him a room in our house, free of charge, and in return, Mason was our sex toy for the summer.
He came to us a virgin, so we decided to really draw out his experiences, slowly introducing one new thing after another. His third week as our sex slave was packed with new and intense experiences, pushing his boundaries and deepening his submission.
We began the week by focusing on training Mason’s ass. Logan and I led Mason into our bedroom, his nervous anticipation palpable. Logan took charge, instructing Mason to kneel on the floor. I watched closely, ready to offer guidance and encouragement.
Logan lubed up his fingers and positioned himself behind Mason. “Relax, buddy,” Logan commanded firmly. “You need to learn to accept this.”
Mason let out a guttural whimper, his entire body tensing up under Logan’s touch. But Logan didn’t back down, his determination evident as he pressed a finger against Mason’s tight entrance. The muscles clenched and resisted at first, but Logan persisted, applying more pressure until finally, with a gasp and a jerk, his finger breached the barrier and slipped inside. Mason’s body shook with surprise and pleasure, his breaths coming in short gasps as Logan’s finger explored deeper.
“Don’t you move, Mason,” I commanded, my eyes blazing with determination. “This is just the beginning of your training.”
Logan’s fingers worked relentlessly, plunging in and out of Mason’s tight hole, stretching it wider with each thrust. Two fingers became three as Logan scissored them inside, eliciting a mix of agonized moans and uncontrollable shivers from Mason. The cutie was so hard at this point, and even blushing a little bit. And when a fourth finger joined the others, Mason’s resistance shattered completely, replaced by an insatiable hunger for more. He pushed back against Logan’s hand, begging for even deeper penetration and giving in to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body.
“That’s it, Mason,” I urged. “Let go and feel the pleasure coursing through your body.” Logan’s fingers danced with expert precision, skillfully stroking Mason’s prostate as if playing an instrument. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over Mason, his moans escalating into primal screams that echoed through the room. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of ecstasy, Mason’s climax exploded. Without his cock even being touched, he released a torrent of cum onto Logan’s lap as his body convulsed with pleasure.
The next day, I brought out a massive anal plug that I often used on Logan, determined to push Mason’s limits even further. Logan’s eyes widened in concern as he saw the size of the plug, questioning my decision.
“Are you sure about this, Sara? It’s too much for him,” Logan cautioned.
“It will fit,” I insisted, ignoring his doubts. “I’ll make it fit, and he needs to learn how to take big things, don’t you agree?” I looked down at Logan’s cock, just to be clear where my intentions lie. As I said before, the boy came to us a virgin. We trained him, and by the end of summer, there was nothing virgin about him anymore.
But, back to afternoon, with gentle yet firm hands, Logan positioned Mason for what was to come. “Relax, Mason. I’m here,” he murmured soothingly, trying to calm the trembling boy. Logan was even rubbing Mason’s back as I generously coated the plug with lube and pressed it against Mason’s quivering entrance. Fear and anticipation flickered in his eyes as he braced himself for what was about to happen. With a steady hand, I began to push, meeting resistance with each inch gained. Mason screamed in agony, his body thrashing and struggling to escape the intrusion. But Logan held him down firmly, whispering words of comfort and support.
“Take it, buddy. You can do this good boy,” Logan encouraged him.
As the plug slowly but forcefully entered him, Mason’s screams morphed into whimpers and then moans. His body shook with the effort, tears streaming down his face, but still he pushed through the pain. And finally, with one last push from me, Logan holding him in place, the behemoth plug was fully inside him. “I told you I’d get it in there,” I said, looking Logan in the eyes.
Mason’s cries subsided into gasps of relief mixed with a strange sense of satisfaction. I had him roll over on his back and while Logan praised him with soft kisses and words of admiration, I rewarded Mason with a slow and deliberate handjob, watching as his face twisted in pleasure. Soon Logan couldn’t hold back any longer and stuck his erection in Mason’s mouth. The boy took it like a champ, but didn’t last long himself, shooting his load all over his stomach. I knew Logan would take awhile to cum, and frankly I’d had enough by that point, so I left the boys to do their thing and enjoyed a margarhita on the patio.
His First Ass Fucking
The following day, we told Mason to get ready to be fucked in the ass. Fear flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Logan, but I quickly reassured him. “Not Logan, not yet” I said with a sly smile. “We still want you to remain technically a virgin, for now. That means no dick in your hole, and your dick in no hole. But my cock is a big dildo, so it doesn’t take your virginity. I can fuck you senseless, and you’ll remain our little virgin boy!”
Mason looked relieved but still nervous. Logan and I led him to the playroom, where I strapped on my favorite dildo. Logan positioned Mason on all fours again, his hands caressing Mason’s trembling body.
“Relax, Mason. You’re going to enjoy this,” Logan whispered, his voice filled with both lust and reassurance. My cock had been in Logan’s ass countless times, and it was something he could never get enough of.
I lubed up the dildo and pressed it against Mason’s entrance. His body tensed, but Logan was there, once again playing his part of reassuring coach, whispering soothing words and stroking Mason’s back. I pushed in slowly, feeling the tightness of his virgin ass around my dildo. Mason gasped, his body shuddering.
“That’s it, Mason. Take it,” I commanded, pushing deeper.
Logan’s hands roamed Mason’s body, caressing and comforting him as I thrust into him. Mason’s gasps turned to moans, his body starting to respond to the overwhelming sensations. Logan couldn’t help but get turned on, his own erection growing as he watched me fuck the boy.
Logan began to jerk off, his eyes never leaving Mason’s face. The sight of Mason’s submission and pleasure was too much to resist. He moved closer, guiding Mason’s head towards his throbbing cock. Mason took Logan’s cock into his mouth, sucking eagerly as I continued to fuck him.
The room was filled with the sounds of moaning, panting, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Mason was lost in a haze of pleasure and submission, his body completely at our mercy. Logan’s hand tangled in Mason’s hair, guiding his head as he fucked his mouth. I could see the pleasure building in Logan’s eyes, and soon he was close to release.
Logan pulled out of Mason’s mouth, stroking himself furiously. With a loud groan, he came, his hot cum splattering across Mason’s face and chest. I continued to thrust into Mason, pushing him over the edge. Logan started stroking Mason, and in half a minute he came with a loud cry, his body shuddering in ecstasy.
His First Punishment
The final day of that third week was a brutal, relentless barrage of torture for Mason. Mason had a morning routine – he would awake before us, make the coffee, then he’d come into our bedroom and wake me up first, climbing between my legs and pleasing me with his mouth. Once I was done, I’d leave and enjoy my coffee on the patio while he woke up Logan the same way. However, on this particular morning, Mason slept through his alarm, and missed his morning duties. Once he woke up, Mason knew he was in trouble as he faced the wrath of Logan and I with trembling fear. We bound him in the playroom, stripping away any sense of control or protection over his naked body. My fingers curled around Logan’s favorite bullwhip, eager to unleash its cruel power on someone else for a change.
I could see the terror in Mason’s eyes as he watched us prepare. He had never experienced such punishment before – not even a simple spanking as a child. Logan, still seething from the lack of a morning blow job, showed no mercy or reassurance towards Mason. Instead, he coldly ignored him, leaving the boy alone with his racing thoughts and fears of what was about to come.
I bared my teeth in a feral grin as I traced the tip of the whip across Mason’s exposed skin, savoring the fear and anticipation radiating off of his tense body. With a swift snap, leather met flesh with a deafening crack, the sound reverberating through the room as Mason let out a guttural scream.
“Stay still, Mason,” I commanded, relishing in his helpless struggle against the restraints as I continued to rain down lashes on his quivering form.
Mason’s screams echoed off the walls, mixing with his anguished sobs and desperate pleas for mercy. I asked him several times if he needed to use his safeword, but he was determined to power through. His tears flowed freely as red welts formed on his already battered skin, each strike causing him to convulse in agony. As Logan watched with depraved pleasure, his gaze filled with twisted desire at the sight of Mason’s pain and vulnerability under my control.
“Jerk off on him, Logan,” I growled, my voice laced with sadistic pleasure as I continued to relentlessly whip Mason’s bare back.
Logan eagerly obeyed, his hand moving faster and faster along his cock as he watched Mason squirm in agony. The sound of the whip cracking against Mason’s skin mixed with the wet slapping noises of Logan’s hand on his own flesh. And then, with a final thrust and a loud moan, Logan came, his hot cum splattering across Mason’s now raw and bruised ass.
Mason’s cries subsided into whimpers, his body trembling. I stopped the whipping, running my hand over his marked skin. “You did well, Mason.”
Logan and I untied Mason, comforting him with soft touches and words. We applied first-aid and ointment to his owies, and made sure he had a relaxing afternoon. He’d made a mistake, he’d learned about punishment and he learned his lesson. I was certain he’d not sleep through another alarm.
He had endured so much, and his transformation was remarkable. He was no longer just a virgin boy; he was our obedient, eager sex slave, ready for whatever we had in store for him next.
More to come soon, (You can read Sara’s 3rd Letter Here)
Sincerely,
Sara
My Summer Internship was For The Dogs
Dear FemdomU Magazine,
I recently read your Summer edition and was so turned on by all the reader letters that I felt compelled to share my own experience. It takes me back to a time when I was younger, still in college, and excited to start my summer internship at a small vet hospital. This was a fantastic opportunity to work hands-on, taking care of sick animals on the overnight shift, and I was supposed to work directly under a senior doctor. However, things turned out a lot different than I expected.
I was 18 when this happened. The doctor was on call and not actually there, so the only other person on the shift was a technician named Sally. She was technically my boss, but there wasn’t much for me to do other than clean cages, change food and water, and sit around reading. That all changed one night when Sally told me to clean one of the exam rooms.
The exam room was sparse, meant for large dogs. There was a large stainless steel exam table, some cabinets with supplies, and a few eye-hooks attached to the walls to restrain animals. The room always smelled like a combination of urine and cleaner. I had just started wiping down the exam table when Sally entered, and told me she needed help sizing a collar.
Before I tell you the rest- yes, I was naieve. I was young, this was my first job other than mowing lawns in the summer. The whole time, the one thing going through my head was my dad telling me to always obeyt my boss, never be disrespectful, and to try my best at whatever I’m working on. So, when my boss told me to put on the collar, yes, I was confused, but I obeyed, and stood still as she put a dog collar around my neck.
It felt weird, but before I could react, Sally grabbed me by the collar and yanked me towards a small chain on the wall, meant for violent animals. My protests were silenced by her fierce voice demanding me to “shut the fuck up.” With a sharp click, she secured a padlock through my collar and the chain, trapping me in place. The other end of the chain was bolted to the wall, leaving me completely at her mercy. “Now, be a good boy and strip,” she commanded with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
Fury and fear boiled inside me, seeping out in my demand to be released. But instead of complying, she delivered a stinging slap across my cheek and whispered in a menacing tone, “You’re just another unruly mutt. Prove your obedience or suffer the consequences like all the other bad dogs here.” My mind raced with horrific possibilities – confinement in a cage? More painful slaps? Castration? I couldn’t bear to find out. Shaking with dread, I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, hindered by the heavy chain and collar around my neck.
Feeling completely powerless and exposed, I hastily removed each article of clothing while her gaze tracked my every movement. She used safety scissors to cut away my t-shirt, leaving me completely stripped and defenseless. This was the first time I had ever been fully naked in front of a woman – and to make things worse, I was chained to a fucking wall! As if that wasn’t enough, all I could think about was how furious my mother would be about the new t-shirt she had just bought being ruined.
She looked me up and down. “Well, you’re sort of a mangy mutt, aren’t you?” she said, then instructed me to get up on the exam table. She adjusted the chain, making it tighter once I was on the table, meant for examining large breed dogs.
“Good boy. Now, let’s give you an examination.”
She roughly prodded and poked at me, treating me like an animal. With a tight grip, she squeezed my testicles until they felt like they were going to burst. I whimpered in humiliation as she inspected every inch of me, even sticking a thermometer deep into my rectum. Just when I thought the ordeal was over, she commanded me to roll onto my back and scratched at my stomach like a playful dog. The sensation sent shivers down my spine and caused unwanted arousal, which only seemed to amuse her more as she taunted me for being a “naughty” dog. But her sadistic games didn’t end there. She pushed me back onto all fours and started jerking me off with one hand while the other forcefully penetrated my anus. She barked orders for me to howl louder, and soon enough her entire fist was inside of me, causing waves of pain and pleasure to collide as I howled in agony and ecstasy. And just when I couldn’t take any more, I exploded all over the exam table, letting out primal cries as she continued to push her fist deeper inside of me.
“You’re a good boy,” she said, pulling out of me, throwing away her gloves. Then she unlocked my collar and told me to finish cleaning up the room. She turned around and walked out. I was left there naked, spent, and feeling a mixture of shame and elation. It seemed like what happened to me was wrong, but I also felt like I finally felt – fullfilled?
That night changed everything for me. The summer was a blur – my internship, as it turned out, was little more than learning how to clean cages – a real bust. But Sally tought me how to be an obedient sub that summer, using the same techniques she used to train dogs. Maybe I should write again and tell more about that experience, but suffice it to say – I learned how to be a good boy that summer, and I got the bone often.
Sincerely,
Wyatt
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