Zeek’s College Halloween Nightmare: The Night I Was Pimped Out and Humiliated by Two Dommes

Dear FemdomU Forum,

Alright, I’m Zeek. I work here at the magazine running the website, writing content, and managing the business side of things. Recently, I fucked up bad and cost the magazine a chunk of money. So, Madam Nora, our editor-in-chief (and my boss), let my wife, Annie, decide my punishment. For context, Annie and I are in an FLR—she’s in charge, and everyone knows it. My first punishment? A dick pic sent to both Mizz Geena and Miss Autumn for a Dominatrix Dick Rating. Yep, they rated it, and then it got posted online, for everyone to see.

But it didn’t stop there. My wife decided my humiliation needed a second part. She told me to share an embarrassing story from college, one I’ve never shared before but that she finds hilarious. This took place many, many years ago when I was twenty-one years old.

So, here goes—the Halloween when my roommate basically pimped me out and made me a group bitch.

About My Roommate

Chris and I were roommates during freshman year. Fast forward to a couple of years later, we weren’t living together anymore, but we still hung out from time to time. Chris was… let’s just say, ridiculously good-looking and he knew it. He was the kind of guy gay dudes would hit on despite him being very straight, and the rumors about him being hung like a fucking horse? Absolutely true. I spent a year sharing a room with him, so trust me, I can confirm it.

Seeing each other naked or mid-fuck wasn’t a new thing. Dorm life doesn’t exactly offer much privacy, so yeah, I saw him fuck plenty of girls, and he caught me and Annie in action a couple of times too. It didn’t faze him—he was a bit of an exhibitionist. Every guy in our dorm probably saw his dick at some point. He just didn’t give a shit.

Me, on the other hand? I wasn’t as comfortable with it. But I got used to it. I wasn’t about to leave my bed at 3 AM just because he was banging some girl. I will say this though—he may have been huge, but he definitely wasn’t a marathon man. I could always wait him out; he never lasted long.

We usually had different tastes in women. I was all about Annie and her dominant ways, while Chris went for the petite blonde co-eds. But one morning, after he’d fucked this girl while I was still trying to sleep, he threw on a condom, finished up, and headed for a shower. I’m pretty sure it was one of the few times he actually used a condom, probably because she wouldn’t fuck him without one. After he left, the girl turned to me and asked if I could finish her off. I knew exactly what she meant and got to work. Chris came back in while I was going down on her in his bed. He just laughed, slapped my ass, and went on getting dressed for class like it was the most normal thing in the world.

So now you have an idea about my roommate Chris.

Annie and Me – In “Timeout”

Annie and I met back in high school, and right from the start, she was the one in control. You can read more about our dynamic in my interview, but I’ll say this: her domination began almost immediately. I followed her to college, and eventually, we tied the knot. But during those younger years, we had our fair share of “breaks”—always at Annie’s discretion. This story takes place during one of those breaks. I was out there, dating around, desperately searching for a domme and running into one failure after another. One of those failures was on Halloween, and boy, was it a fucking disaster.

Chris’ Betrayal

What I didn’t know walking into this mess was that Chris had lost a bet with Jen, a girl he’d been “dating”—by dating, I mean they’d gone out twice and were still seeing where it would go. Anyway, the bet was over something as dumb as trivia (don’t ask me what it was, I’ve long since forgotten). Chris was so damn sure he was right that he agreed to sexually submit to her and her friend Erin if he lost. The stakes were high for him if he won, but, well, he lost.

Now, Chris wasn’t the kind of guy to let any woman dominate him, no matter how hot they were. So, naturally, he tried his best to weasel his way out of it. And somehow, he managed to avoid submitting by promising to offer me up as their “bitch” for Halloween instead.

Here’s the kicker—Chris knew all about my thing for submitting to women. So, in his mind, he probably thought I’d enjoy the whole setup. Now, I believe him when he says he didn’t know how hardcore the girls would be or that I’d end up hating the experience. I actually beleive him when he says he didn’t know that he was also going to be involved in my humiliation, and I know that the “slip” was a complete accident. He didn’t mean to let the whole thing spiral out of control, but that’s exactly what happened. The bottom line? He betrayed me, sold me out to cover his own ass, and made me the group’s bitch that night.

So here’s how that night went down, in all its dirty, humiliating detail.

The Costume

Chris convinced me to hit up this costume party, promising it’d be a blast and that some dominant chick would be there. He even talked me into dressing in drag. So, I’m at his apartment, putting together my costume with Jen’s help—yeah, I’d only just met her, but she seemed cool enough. Meanwhile, she and Chris couldn’t keep their hands off each other. She took a break from groping him long enough to do my makeup, then they both stripped down and started fucking right there in front of me. At that point, I figured it was time to bounce. I had my own car anyway, so I decided I’d just meet them at the party later.

Now, looking back, I have no idea what the hell I was thinking. But truth be told, I was pretty damn high by then and wasn’t too worried about rolling up to this party alone, dressed in a tight little dress and full makeup. Honestly, by the time I got there, I realized I wasn’t even the weirdest one—plenty of sexy and ridiculous costumes were around. I fit right in.

I grabbed some drinks, mingled a bit, and then finally spotted Chris and Jen arriving. But here’s the kicker—Chris wasn’t in drag like he’d promised. Instead, he showed up in a white sheet like some half-assed toga. His excuse? They ran out of time and went for the quickest fix they could find. Typical Chris.

I Met Erin

So, finally, Chris introduced me to the host of the party—Jen’s friend, Erin. She was decked out in some intense monster makeup, and honestly, she’d done a great job with it. But it was so over-the-top that I couldn’t really tell what she actually looked like. If I’d run into her later without the makeup, I wouldn’t have recognized her at all.

The four of us—me, Chris, Jen, and Erin—hung out, had some drinks, and then Erin dropped the bomb. She told me she wanted to take me back to her room. She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom, where she wasted no time. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Now, I was still in this tight dress, and I’d skipped the underwear because everything felt too bulky. So as she started grinding on me, my dick started responding fast. I was completely lost in the moment, under her control, and then before I realized what was happening, my hands were cuffed to the headboard.

Now, being tied to the bed wasn’t exactly new territory for me—it was just usually Annie in charge. But I was all kinds of excited, right up until she got up and opened the door. I strained to look, and that’s when I saw Jen and Chris walk in. I immediately started shouting for them to let me go, but Erin came over and slapped me across the face—hard. I bit my lip and could taste the blood. Chris looked shocked, but he didn’t move a damn muscle. He just stood there while Erin stared down at me, her monster makeup making the whole thing even more twisted.

The Group’s Bitch

Erin and Jen laid it out real clear—I was going to be their bitch for the night. Erin had apparently always wanted to fuck a “girl,” and tonight, thanks to Chris losing a bet, I was the one being offered up. He’d “sold me out” so they could do whatever they wanted with me. Chris wouldn’t even meet my eyes, but he and Jen were already making out while Erin started tying one of my legs to the footboard. I started squirming, trying to get loose, but Erin ordered Chris to help. Together, they got my legs secured, leaving me completely spread-eagled and helpless.

Then things went from bad to worse in no time. Chris and Jen were naked, fucking right next to me on the bed, while Erin undressed and climbed onto my face, demanding that I lick her. And it wasn’t just that—she had a switch in her hand and used it to whip my chest and dick, no matter how hard I was licking. It hurt like hell. When Annie does it, there’s always some love behind it, even if the pain is real. But Erin? There was no love, no mercy, just pain.

After a while, Erin climbed off me, and next thing I knew, Chris was fucking her while I just lay there, still tied up. That’s how the rest of the night went—Chris got to go back and forth fucking both girls, while I was stuck with a pussy on my face and nothing but painful slaps or rough strokes on my cock. And Chris just kept going, now apparently using a cock ring to deal with his usual problem. Lucky him.

My cock? Oh, it was hard as hell, no need for a cock ring to keep it that way. But the only attention it got was from being slapped, my balls getting smacked, or an occasional rough jerk to keep me painfully hard.

A Long, Painful Night

The night dragged on with me stuck in the same humiliating routine—whichever girl sat on my face, I was forced to orally please her while getting smacked around and teased for being their bitch. Meanwhile, Chris just kept fucking both girls without a care in the world. At one point, his knee was digging into my chest so hard while he was doing God knows what to one of them that I seriously thought he might’ve cracked a rib.

Erin, though, she really got off on hurting me—physically, mentally, didn’t matter. Watching her fuck Chris didn’t bother me; by that point, I knew she wasn’t “the one” for me. I already knew who that was. And honestly, there was something undeniably hot about watching Chris pound them both right there in front of me.

But the part that really got under my skin was having to go down on them between Chris’s rounds. He wasn’t using condoms, and even back then, in that day and age, the guy just didn’t believe in them. Claimed they were uncomfortable—and honestly, knowing what he’s packing, I can kind of see why he had trouble fitting into one.

Anyway, Erin loved tormenting me by asking how I liked “tasting my buddy” after he pulled out. She was soaked, and whether it was all her or some of Chris’s precum, it was impossible to tell. But imagining it was enough to make it feel all the more degrading.

I’m Open to Trying Lots of Stuff, But…

Let me start by saying I’ve never been homophobic. As I got deeper into kink, I developed a few principles that still guide me today, and a major one is “live and let live, celebrate kink.” Basically, I do what I want, and others should be free to do what they want—no judgment. In fact, I think kink in all its forms should be celebrated. For me, it’s all about individual rights. As long as what I’m into doesn’t mess with anyone else’s ability to enjoy their own thing, why should I care? And I’m serious about that—I draw a hard line against things like rape, child abuse, or any real non-consensual activity (because, yeah, that’s just rape). But when it comes to consensual, harmless kink, even if it’s not my thing, I’m all for letting people do their thing without judgment. I know some of the stuff I’m into wouldn’t fly with most guys, but hey, it’s all consensual, and if there’s any harm involved, it’s usually happening to me, not the other way around.

But what happened next was a whole new level for me. It was unexpected, a mistake in the moment, and honestly, one of the most embarrassing things I’ve experienced.

The “Slip”

Chris was getting pretty comfortable using my body as a prop while he fucked the girls. At one point, I had an up-close view of his cock sliding into Erin just inches above my face. Erin ordered me to lick her, so I tried to do it without making contact with him. She’d tell him to pull out so I could get in there and wet her, and then she’d guide him back in while I’d try to focus on an area far away from the action. Not easy, especially since I was bound spread-eagle on the bed with no room to move.

And then it happened. Chris was going at it hard, pulled all the way out, and then on the next thrust, he missed her entirely and jammed his cock straight into my mouth. I was stuck, unable to back away, and they all heard me gag as Chris pumped into my throat a couple of times. He didn’t pull out right away either—just stayed there while I gagged. Jen was the first to laugh, and when Erin rolled over to see, she actually ordered Chris to “fuck his face.” I could see him considering it, but then he finally pulled out. I coughed, catching my breath, and I was done at that point. Chris looked embarrassed, realizing he’d fucked up, but Erin wasn’t letting things stop.

She grabbed a red ball gag, shoved it into my mouth, and strapped it around my head. Then she pushed Chris back onto the bed, got on top of him, and started riding his cock while I lay there, scowling, unable to say a word. I kept staring at Chris, my eyes burning with anger, but he wouldn’t make eye contact.

Eventually, Erin climbed off, and Jen took her place. Erin grabbed my head, holding it in place so I had no choice but to watch as Chris finally hit his climax and came in Jen. He was so goddamn dramatic about it, and all I could do was lay there, still pissed off, gagged, and completely humiliated.

My Finale

And then Erin dropped the bomb—I had to clean out Jen. I panicked, no fucking way, thrashing around and trying to scream through the ball gag. To his credit, Chris finally spoke up, telling them I wasn’t into that, and then pointed out that I was hard (gee, thanks for noticing, Chris. I’d been hard the whole fucking night). He suggested Jen give me his sloppy seconds instead. So yeah, that happened. Jen climbed on top of me, guiding my cock into her soaked pussy. We definitely didn’t need any lube for that ride, and honestly, even knowing I was sliding into Chris’s leftovers didn’t stop me. I was so desperate to cum, I was just grateful to have her on me. It didn’t take long—within moments, I shot my load inside her. And no, they didn’t bother putting a condom on me either. Stupid choices of youth.

Afterward, Chris and Jen moved over to the armchair, sharing a joint while Erin undid my restraints. I ripped off the ball gag as soon as I could and muttered, “fuck you,” to the room at large.

I was a fucking wreck. My makeup was smeared everywhere, my pantyhose were torn to shreds, and my dress was a crumpled, ripped mess, covered in lube and everyone’s cum. But what could I do? I left the room, walking through the party with all those people watching me, looking like I’d just been through the wringer. And honestly, it was pretty clear to everyone that this “girl” had been ridden hard and put away wet.

Chris and I? We were never really friends after that. I was conflicted—on one hand, getting dominated by two women was a major kink event for me, even if they weren’t exactly my ideal dommes. But what he did—pimping me out to pay off his gambling debt, keeping me in the dark about what was going to happen, and then the whole dick-in-my-mouth thing—was just too much to get past.

But hey, Chris, if you’re reading this, know that I’ve actually forgiven you. I’ve shared the whole story with the fucking world now, and in a way, it prepared me for future surprises in submission that were beyond my control. I think I’ve learned to handle them better because of it.

Sincerely,
Zeek Strong