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