The Halloween I Broke Buzz and Woody. Did I take it Too Far?

“Am I Going Too Far?”

Hello, my dear readers. As many of my devoted fans know, I aim to bring my real-life encounters and experiences to you with total honesty. Some of my closest colleagues—Nora, Geena, and Heather—often tell me that I push things too far in my Femdom play. But where’s the thrill in staying within safe, polite boundaries?

Let’s be clear: I have never—and will never—force anyone into anything they don’t want. Nothing I do crosses the line of consent or legality. No sexual assualt, no rape.

But that doesn’t mean I hold back. To me, submission is about being fully used, being stretched to meet my standards, which I admit are high. I want men who consider it a privilege to serve me, to experience the intensity that only comes from going beyond what’s ordinary.

I delight in breaking taboos and diving into new experiences. Those are the moments where everyone involved feels that sharp thrill of stepping out of their comfort zones—breaking barriers, even crossing personal lines in the name of shared discovery. And, in my view, those moments are worth the world.

In this series of articles, I’m going to recount my real-life experiences that the other Dommes have declared “too extreme” or “not responsible.” I want to know what our readers think – did I go too far?

The Halloween I Broke Andy’s Toys

Madam Nora recently posted an article where we all shared recent Halloween memories. I mentioned the time brought home not one prize from the Halloween party I attended, but two. It was a pair of brothers, dressed as Buzz and Woody who got to play with me that Halloween

I came to discover that “Buzz” was in medical school, very experienced, and had really taken his little brother “Woody” under his wings as he was a freshman at the University.

They were so irresistibly cute that I could barely keep my enthusiasm in check. When we finally made it back to my place, I unleashed the full force of my Halloween fervor. “Buzz”, the older of the two, was in medical school, towering and broad-shouldered with a body that screamed strength—and let’s just say he was quite… well-endowed. Buzz had taken his little brother, “Woody,” under his wing as he was acclaimating to his freshman year at the University. Woody was much smaller than his big brother, but he was just as enticing in his own way, with a lithe frame and mischievous glint in his eye. Their similarities were obvious, but so were their differences. Buzz had this raw, imposing presence, while Woody was just sexy in a smaller, irresistibly boyish way.

Safeword Policy

Before any session kicks off, I make one thing unmistakably clear: the safeword policy. Everyone who plays with me gets one safeword—simple, straightforward, and non-negotiable. The moment that safeword is uttered, everything stops. Immediately. No questions, no second tries. We’re done, and that’s that.

Buzz and Woody knew the deal. When I explained the rules, they nodded in agreement, completely understanding the stakes. They were here for the fun, eager to submit, and they gave their full consent to play by my rules. This isn’t just about control—it’s about mutual trust and respect for boundaries. I provide the safeword not as an out but as a crucial part of our trust. It’s their final word, their safety valve. If it’s ever used, that tells me everything I need to know. They’re not ready for what I bring to the table, and frankly, I’m only interested in those who can handle full submission. Buzz and Woody were all in, agreeing to the terms because they wanted this—every intense part of it.

Their Oral Trials

Once the boys had undressed and I had admired my new halloween toys in all their glory, it was time for them to begin.

I lounged back, taking in the eager anticipation on the brothers’ faces. “Buzz, show me what you’ve got,” I commanded with a pointed look, settling into a position that offered him full access. Buzz met my gaze, his eyes flickering with a mix of determination and excitement as he leaned in close. His approach was skilled and confident, a testament to his experience.

Buzz’s tongue was methodical, tracing delicate, teasing lines before diving deeper, exploring with a precision that drew a slow, pleased sigh from my lips. He varied his pace, combining slow, languorous licks with quicker, more insistent strokes, each movement calculated to draw out the intensity of the moment. His hands were just as communicative, positioning and repositioning to complement his oral efforts, ensuring he missed nothing.

“Woody, watch closely,” I said, tilting my head towards the younger brother who hovered nearby, his expression a blend of nervousness and intrigue. “This is how a pro does it.” Woody’s eyes widened as he observed, taking in every technique Buzz employed, the way his brother adjusted to my responses, learning what it meant to truly please and be in tune with a partner’s needs. Buzz’s adeptness with his tongue, his deliberate, thoughtful use of pace and pressure, was an education in itself.

When it was Woody’s turn, I guided Buzz to take over. “Show him how to work it,” I instructed. Buzz grabbed his brother, not gently either, guiding Woody’s head with a firm grip. Woody tried to keep up, following Buzz’s forceful directions. His eagerness was palpable, and the way Buzz handled him, ensuring every move was just right, was damn hot.

As the heat soared, I craved even more. I maneuvered the brothers into position with a firm command, placing each exactly where I needed them. Woody, cheeks flushed with a mix of nerves and thrill, obediently dipped lower, his tongue eager at my ass, while Buzz maintained his place between my legs, his lips and tongue devotedly worshipping my pussy.

Their total compliance was like music to my ears, each movement orchestrated by my demands. This was the ultimate high—controlling every move, every breath they surrendered to me.

I reveled in the dual sensations, the waves of pleasure amplifying as they both worked in harmony. “That’s it, boys,” I moaned, my voice laced with the raw power of command. “Don’t stop. Give me everything you’ve got.” Their diligent efforts pushed me closer to the edge, their tongues relentless and knowing exactly how to play me.

PAIN

Circling them slowly, I drank in the stark difference in their demeanors. Buzz was a fortress, his jaw set, ready for whatever I dished out. But Woody? He was practically vibrating with nerves, his quick breaths and darting eyes betraying his fear.

I cracked the whip across Buzz’s chest first—hard, deliberate. He barely blinked, absorbing the impact like a statue. Then I turned to Woody, lashing him just as fiercely. His reaction was electric—a sharp gasp, wide-eyed terror, and a scream that cut right through the tense air. The sound was delicious, spurring me on.

As I alternated between them, Buzz remained stoic, each strike meeting only muted grunts, while Woody’s howls painted a vivid picture of his agony. It wasn’t just the physical pain; it was the psychological torment of enduring this in front of his big brother, trying so damn hard to be tough.

When I clamped the nipple clips on, Buzz grunted—a minor inconvenience to him—but Woody? Oh, he squirmed and shrieked, each twist of my fingers on the clips squeezing out another desperate plea from his lips.

Then came the weights. I attached them meticulously to their balls and cocks, the pull harsh and unforgiving. Buzz endured the strain with a guttural grunt that echoed like a challenge through the room. Woody, on the other hand, was entirely overwhelmed. The moment the weights tugged down, his whole body tightened, a pitiful whimper escaped his lips, begging me to stop. Tears streamed down his face as his resilience crumbled under the painful stretch.

Witnessing his brother’s distress seemed to ignite something primal in Buzz. “Shift his weights to me,” he growled, his voice thick with a protective fury. I obliged, impressed by his grit, moving the entire burden onto Buzz. He took it all, every painful ounce of weight dragging down, his muscles tensing under the strain, yet his stance remained defiantly unyielding.

I resumed with the whip, focusing intently on Buzz, each stroke intensifying the torment as the weights clamped to his cock and balls swung with the force of each hit. The movement tugged cruelly, stretching him further, his every grunt a testament to the brutal tension I orchestrated.

Meanwhile, Woody, though clearly shattered, sobbed and wailed at each sharp crack of the whip against his brother’s skin. His cries were a harrowing mix of pain and guilt, the anguish in his voice reflecting his torment over Buzz’s suffering. But amidst his turmoil, I noticed something that twisted the scene with a perverse irony—Woody’s little dick was hard as a rock, throbbing visibly with each of his brother’s pained shouts.

Buzz, enduring far beyond what most could withstand, bore the brutal session with a resilience that bordered on superhuman. His body was striped and pulled taut, his expression stony, yet his eyes betrayed the depth of his pain mixed with fierce determination. Each lash that swung the weights added another layer of agony, yet he met it with a resolve that only the most devoted could muster.

PEGGING

There’s something about pegging that gets me like nothing else. It’s the control, the raw submission of a man, the way he has to completely surrender himself, putting me in a position of absolute dominance. I love how it makes them vulnerable, knowing they’re there purely for my pleasure. It’s the thrill of power and seeing them submit fully, knowing I’m in control. It’s a rush like no other.

Tonight, I had the brothers tied down to my dining room table, each at one end, bent over with arms stretched across to face each other. Their legs were bound tightly to the table legs, their bodies spread and completely at my mercy. They’d spent the better part of an hour letting me secure them there, adjusting the knots until everything was just right. Both Buzz and Woody were ready, eager, and more than willing to get into position. And that right there, folks, is why I don’t think I go too far. Do you know how long it takes to tie up two strong men in this way? A good 35-40 minutes, minimum.

There’s no way I forced them into this—it’s not like they were resisting. They worked with me, bent over for me, every knot tightened with their help. They were every bit as excited for what was coming as I was, willing and hungry. They didn’t just submit to me—they leaned into it, embracing every step of the process. This kind of submission? It’s a privilege they earn, and trust me, they were more than willing participants.

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I started by slipping a snug little plug into Woody’s ass, and right away, I could tell this was his first rodeo. The poor kid’s gasp was loud, his eyes wide as saucers while I dialed the vibration just right. When I cranked it on, he damn near jumped through the roof—his face a priceless blend of shock and maybe a little awe. I couldn’t help but chuckle, enjoying every twitch and squirm; he was feeling exactly what I wanted, and damn, it was entertaining.

Once I had him right under my thumb, I strapped on my favorite toy and flaunted it in front of both of them. Woody’s expression flipped from curious to straight-up horror, but Buzz? There was a spark in his eyes, a glint of excitement that told me he was all in.

I went straight for Buzz, pressing up against him and easing in slow but firm. I’d added just a bit of lube, and he welcomed it like he’d been waiting for me all his life, no flinching, no backing down. As much as I appreciated his readiness, I craved more—a reaction, some real feedback, something to show he wasn’t just going through the motions. But he was almost too composed, giving me nothing but the bare minimum. That wasn’t going to work for me.

Realizing I needed to up the ante, I decided to switch things up. That’s when Woody thought he was getting a break—wrong. As soon as they caught sight of “Vance,” Woody’s relief vanished. Vance was my beast of a dildo, hefty and way more intimidating. Woody’s nervous look to his brother said it all; he knew he was in deep shit.

I circled to Woody, pulling out the plug to his sweet, sharp yelp. His body was tense, every muscle tight with anticipation. I lubed him up good, real generous like, and pressed the tip of Vance against him. He squirmed at the touch, and I pushed forward slow, enjoying the resistance, feeling him stretch until he couldn’t hold back a loud, desperate cry.

“Stop—please!” he gasped out, his voice strained as he looked frantically from me to Buzz. I held his gaze, my voice calm but dead serious. “Remember the safeword,” I reminded him. “It’s too much, you use it.” He nodded, shaky but understanding, and I pressed on, pushing deeper.

That’s when Woody broke, pleading for his big brother to help him out. Buzz was quick, his voice tight as he said, “Leave him, take me instead—I can take it.”

I considered Buzz’s offer, intrigued by his protective streak. So instead of backing down, I shifted Vance to Buzz’s mouth, surprising him. I shoved it in hard and deep, and he gagged, clearly not expecting me to switch it up like that. Maybe it was a bit rough to not clean it off first, but his reaction was too good to regret it. He struggled to accept the huge dildo covered in his brother’s taste, at first, sure, but then something clicked. Buzz adjusted, his gagging eased, and he started working with a rhythm that suggested this wasn’t new territory for him.

Buzz thought he had it tough, but as he settled into it, I realized there was more to him than his stoic front. He was adaptable, skilled even, and it was a damn thrill to watch him take it all like that.

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I enjoyed some rough facefucking of Buzz while he was still bound, his initial muffled protests turning into gasps for air as I drove into him hard and relentless. “Please, let him breathe!” Woody’s cries cut through the room, but they only egged me on. I was in my element, pushing Buzz to the brink with each deep thrust, his choked grunts turning into ragged screams that filled the space with raw, intense energy.

Eventually I tired of Woody’s incessant whining for me to give his brother a breather, I decided it was high time for a drastic change. I yanked myself out of Buzz’s mouth, a twisted part of me relishing the desperate gulp of air he sucked down. Then, I sauntered around to his backside, priming myself for one last punishing round with “Vance.”

As I hammered into him, Buzz’s responses grew more fervent, his body bucking back against me, desperate for more despite the ferocity. It was a brutal session, each of my movements designed to elicit the most visceral reactions from him, and Buzz—god, did he deliver. He was entirely caught up, every nerve alight, thriving under the sheer intensity.

Woody was a mess across from us, his face screwed up in confusion and fear, tears streaming down as he watched his big brother dismantled in such a raw, unforgiving way. But Buzz? He was far from any sort of distress; instead, he was electrified, his hardness undeniable, each wave of release more intense than the last. His loud pleas for me to go deeper only spurred me on, his voice breaking with every thrust.

The stark contrast between them was glaring—Buzz, fully embracing the depth and ferocity of each moment, and Woody, just crumbling at the sight, his sobs painting him as the ultimate wimp. The power in controlling this dynamic, in dictating every tear, every scream, was intoxicating.

FUCKING WOODY

After that intense pegging session at the table, I decided the boys needed a short break. We untied, stretched out, grabbed some water, and then I ordered them both to my bedroom. Once they were on their feet, I looked them dead in the eye and said, “Get in there and wait for me.”

When I joined them, Woody was already looking nervous, glancing at his brother for some kind of reassurance. I told him to lay down on the bed, and as he settled in, I wrapped my hand around him, working him up until he was hard and ready. Once he was fully at attention, I straddled him, savoring the power and the look in his eyes as I took control.

I motioned for Buzz to join us. He climbed in next to his brother, looking about as hesitant as if he’d never shared a woman before. “Geez, boys, loosen up. You’d think this was your first time,” I taunted, keeping my pace steady on Woody.

Then I shifted, climbing off of Woody and onto Buzz. The size difference was wild, and I could feel it right away. Buzz filled me with every inch, hitting spots that made it impossible to stay silent. The contrast of moving between them, back and forth, was intoxicating; every shift, every inch a new sensation that only heightened the tension in the room. I kept my focus on the feel, the pleasure, completely unbothered by their awkward glances at each other as they tried to keep up with my pace.

Finally, I decided to take advantage of their differences. I settled myself down fully onto Buzz, letting him stretch me out completely. Then I motioned to Woody, who looked both relieved and anxious. “Come here,” I said, “let’s put you to work.” He took his position behind me, sliding in just where I wanted him. He was the perfect size for my backdoor, and the fit felt unbelievably good as we hit a rhythm. The tension mounted with every thrust, and before long, Woody couldn’t hold back, crying out as he finished.

I shouted at him for not having the decency to ask for permission before unloading inside of me. With one swift movement, I pushed him down onto the bed as I dismounted his brother, then planted my weight on top of Woody, suffocating him with my ass. “Clean it up,” I commanded. He fought against me, choking and coughing, but ultimately obeyed as his tongue went to work, licking up his own mess and leaving my asshole glistening in its wake.

FUCKING BUZZ

I turned to Buzz, fire in my eyes, and told him exactly what I wanted. “Show your brother how a real man fucks,” I demanded, craving the ferocity I knew he could deliver with that huge cock. Buzz didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed me with a grip that promised nothing short of wild abandon, and he delivered—thrusting into me with a force that had me gasping, my body arching to meet every deep, powerful stroke. He fucked me with such intensity that I came not once but twice, each orgasm ripping through me with shattering intensity.

As Buzz was driving into me, I caught sight of Woody, hard again, his eyes darting between his brother and me. “Get to work,” I snapped, nodding toward my ass and pussy. “Do some backup while your brother shows you how it’s done.” Woody hesitated for just a moment before moving into position, his face inches from where Buzz and I were joined. I could tell he was trying his best to avoid touching his brother, his unease palpable, but that wasn’t my problem. I wanted what I wanted: Buzz’s dick pounding into me and Woody’s tongue working overtime.

The tension was high, the room filled with the sounds of my moans and their strained breathing. Woody did his best, his tongue flicking and teasing, even as Buzz’s rhythm forced some awkward contact—his brother’s balls brushing against Woody’s face, an intimate, unavoidable collision that only added to the charged atmosphere.

Finally, as Buzz reached his limit, he looked to me, his eyes burning. “Can I?” he panted, desperate for release. I nodded, breathless from the relentless pace. “Do it,” I urged, and with a few more thrusts, he exploded, his release filling me. He pulled out, and I immediately grabbed Woody by the hair, pressing his face down. “Clean it up,” I ordered sharply. “You did a great job with your own mess; now take care of your brother’s.”

Woody’s struggles were futile against my relentless grip as I forced his head towards my pussy, dripping with the remnants of his own brother’s cum. A wicked smirk played on my lips as I watched him unwillingly submit to my desires. Surprisingly, his older brother did not intervene this time, only weakly muttering “just do it dude” before turning away. And so, with a sense of cruel satisfaction, Woody began his dutiful work, his tongue thoroughly cleaning every trace of his sibling’s essence. It was a fitting finale to our wildly intense session, both brothers pushed to their breaking points and brought to their knees in their own unique ways.

ONE MORE ROUND

In the morning light filtering through the curtains, I caught the brothers still nestled together on the floor of my apartment. It was unexpectedly tender, the way Woody was partially draped in Buzz’s discarded costume, both sharing a single blanket I’d thrown their way. Buzz stirred first, his eyes meeting mine as I watched them. With a slight gesture, I invited him over to the bed. He slipped out from under the blanket and joined me, lying back as I positioned myself over him. He understood immediately, eagerly setting to work as I settled onto his face.

The sensation of being eaten out first thing in the morning has always been a favorite of mine, but the urge to taste him was irresistible. I leaned forward, taking Buzz’s impressive length into my mouth. The position allowed us both to indulge deeply, a perfect 69 that had me moaning into him as he did the same. The intensity built quickly, my body responding to every flick and lap from below. Soon, I was climaxing hard, my release washing over me and onto his face, which he lapped up like the devoted boy he was.

As I was lost in the waves of pleasure, I caught Woody’s wide eyes on us. He watched, transfixed but uncertain, from the floor. Holding Buzz’s gaze, I beckoned Woody over with a curl of my finger. He hesitated, then climbed onto the bed, crawling close to where Buzz and I were entwined. Pulling away from Buzz, I turned to Woody, catching his lips in a kiss that was surprisingly sweet—these more tender boys always did have their charm.

After our kiss, I positioned Woody on his back, holding him down gently but firmly. I then signaled Buzz to take me from behind. As Buzz moved into place, his movements were confident, the angle allowing him deep access while I continued to pin Woody beneath me, our lips locked. The dual sensation of dominance over Woody and submission to Buzz’s rhythm was intoxicating.

Buzz’s pace quickened, his breaths ragged until he reached the edge. At my command, he pulled out and finished across my backside. Not wanting to miss the opportunity for further control, I mounted Woody, feeling his body tense with excitement beneath me. “Clean up,” I ordered Buzz, who obediently began to lick his own release from my skin, his actions meticulous as I moved rhythmically above his brother.

The morning continued with an intense blend of pleasure and power until we all collapsed into a satisfied heap, tangled in each other and the soft bed sheets. I drifted off, the sound of their quiet breaths lulling me into a brief nap.

When I woke, the bedroom was empty, but the aroma of coffee and the sound of clattering in the kitchen told me the brothers were still here. As I padded into the kitchen, I found them busy at the stove, already preparing breakfast. Their grateful smiles told me everything I needed to know about their experience. They were thankful, perhaps even more than they had expected to be, for a Halloween spent under Miss Autumn’s command.

So, What Do You Think? Did I Take It Too Far?

After reading about the Halloween I broke Andy’s toys, I’m curious to hear your thoughts. I’ve invited the staff dommes to chime in, and I encourage you, our readers, to leave your comments too. What do you think? I certainly wish to hear open discussion from our Domme readers, and I suppose the men can leave their opinions here as well.

Common Concerns & My Counterarguments:

• “This is too intense for newbies like Woody.”
  Let’s not forget, both Buzz and Woody were briefed on what to expect. They knew the safeword, and they were itching to dive in. Woody was nervous, sure, but excitement was there too. Remember, just because it’s your first rodeo doesn’t mean you can’t ride a bull.
• “The safeword policy might pressure subs not to use it.”
  My policy is clear—use the safeword, and we stop, no questions asked. It’s there to empower them. By setting this boundary, I ensure that we respect limits while exploring our deepest fantasies. If they choose not to use it, that’s on them, fully informed and consensual.
• “The psychological impact on Woody could be damaging.”
  Look, kink is about exploring boundaries safely and consensually. Woody might have been pushed, but he knew he had an out. The emotional intensity is part of the thrill—the safeword was his control. Every moan and whimper was under his power to stop.
• “Having Woody clean up was too humiliating.”
  Humiliation is part of the dynamic we agreed upon. It’s a turn-on for many subs and doms alike. Woody wasn’t just there to play; he was there to learn and experience. His actions afterwards showed he was more than just a participant—he reveled in the aftermath.

Buzz and Woody agreed to all of this—they wanted the experience, they wanted to submit. So, I ask again, did I really take it too far, or did I give them the Halloween of their lives? Chime in—I want to hear your honest thoughts.