Zeek’s Femdom Adventure 1: Panties, Plugs, and Forced Exhibition

My wife, Annie, and I have been in a long-term FLR marriage for decades. She’s been calling the shots ever since we were in high school, and now, in our 40s, her dominance over me is stronger than ever. I’ve talked about our relationship in more detail in a recent interview, so if you’re curious, be sure to check that out.

One ongoing issue in our relationship is Annie’s job, which requires her to travel often. Sometimes she’s gone for just a few days, but other times it’s a week or longer. It’s always hard on me—saying goodbye to her is gut-wrenching every single time.

That’s where the While My Mistress Was Away idea was born. Madam Nora, the owner of FemdomU, met Annie at a party, and the two of them conspired to come up with ways for Annie to continue dominating me from afar—keeping me in line and helping us both cope with those long stretches apart. By fully embracing the core of what makes our relationship work—her dominance and my submission—we’ve managed to grow even stronger during her absences.

It all started at that infamous 420 FemdomU Magazine party at Madam Nora’s estate. The women schemed, sadistic plans were crafted, and my fate was sealed. In these posts, I’ll be sharing the special “adventures” I’ve endured while Annie is away, all in the name of submissive love!

Zeek’s Adventure #1: While Mistress Was Away for 3 Weeks

Our first challenge hit fast after that 4/20 party. My wife, Annie, had a big trip coming up, and she’d be gone for nearly three weeks. Before she left, she laid out her plan: while she was away, I’d be given weekly tasks to complete. If I succeeded, I’d earn a weekly reward, with a bigger one waiting for me when she returned home.

At first, the tasks were simple, though definitely embarrassing. But things quickly escalated. One week in, she upped the ante by assigning me to visit her friend “V”—not for a casual visit, but to deliver an erotic performance.

Week 1

Week 1 kicked off with a list of tasks I had to complete before Annie’s Saturday night FaceTime call. There were just four tasks, but I tried pushing back on a couple of them—big mistake. She shut that down fast, reminding me that failing the first week would set a bad tone for the entire three weeks.

She left on a Tuesday, so I didn’t have much time to get it all done. But if I wanted my weekly reward, I had no choice but to buckle down and check off everything on the list before that call. So, with my goal clear, I got to work and tackled each task one by one.

Task 1: Video of Me “Practicing” for Her

Annie has really gotten into using her strap-ons. And yes, plural. She loves the power it gives her, the ability to have a cock she can thrust into me. For the most part, I love getting pegged—it’s something that’s brought us even closer together.

But sometimes, she takes things up a notch and makes me “wet her cock” with my mouth. A couple of weeks ago, right before the 420 party, Annie took it further—she face-fucked me with her strap-on. I could tell she was having a great time, so I enjoyed it for that reason, but it’s definitely not something I’d pick out of a lineup.

For this task, she wanted me to practice deepthroating a dildo, film it, and send the video to her. Thankfully, she let me choose which dildo in our collection – I selected this one, which we use to pleasure her instead of one she uses on me!

And, no, I’m not sharing that video here, but as per Annie’s instructions, I can share this image:

Task 2: Gym Day in Panties

I’m a big guy, and my job as a web designer keeps me sitting at a desk for hours. Lately, I’ve been trying to be healthier—exercise more, eat better, the usual routine. A few months ago, I joined a local gym, but to be honest, I don’t go nearly as much as I should. Annie’s challenge for this task wasn’t just about hitting the gym—it was about going there wearing a pair of the female panties she’d picked out for me. And of course, I had to prove it with photos.

Now, most people show up in their workout gear, exercise, and head home without even stepping into the locker room. But my wife’s instructions were way more detailed. She gave me a specific workout plan, made me get a locker, and pack clean clothes for after. So, I powered through a grueling workout with the panties hidden under my shorts, and when it was finally over, I headed to the men’s locker room.

As I undressed, I pulled down the panties along with my shorts in one quick motion, relieved to be naked around other guys for once. I figured I’d managed to keep the whole thing under wraps. But after showering, I returned to my locker, where two other guys were getting changed. Trying to be quick, I pulled on the clean pair of blue lace panties and then hurriedly yanked up my jeans. But as I glanced up, I realized both guys were looking right at me, grinning. All I could muster was a casual “hey” before I finished dressing and got the hell out of there.

Task 3: Trip to the Pot Shop in My Collar

I usually keep my submissive lifestyle private, so the thought of wearing my collar out in public was intimidating. Annie’s challenge was to wear it to my favorite pot shop and snap a selfie as proof. I’m not posting that photo for both my privacy and theirs, but I’ll say this—it was nerve-wracking.

Luckily, the budtender on shift was a newer guy I barely knew, so at least I wasn’t facing anyone familiar. I kept my head down, got what I needed, snapped the required selfie, and got out of there as quickly as possible. Even though it was a simple task, the thrill and nerves were definitely real.

Task 4: Savor My Cum

This one’s definitely not my favorite, but Annie occasionally gets a kick out of making me taste my own cum. I think she’s always chasing the reaction I gave her the first time—a disgusted face. Since then, I’ve learned to hide my distaste, knowing full well that showing her how much I dislike it would probably only make her demand it more often.

For this challenge, the instructions were clear: jerk off into my hand, lick up the mess, and send her photographic proof. Simple, but definitely not something I looked forward to, and I kept putting it off. One night on her check in call, she simply told me to get it over with, and so I did the deed, in bed, with her on FaceTime. I even did a special squishy icky face for her enjoyment.

Saturday Night: Reward

After successfully completing all my tasks, I was feeling pretty proud of myself. Saturday night’s FaceTime call with Annie was something special, and my reward came right then and there. She told me to open a drawer in her nightstand, where she’d left a pair of her panties that she’d worn before leaving town. My instructions? Sniff them while I jerked off during our FaceTime session.

By now, I’ve gotten pretty good at setting up for these kinds of calls. I’ve got a simple setup in the bedroom with an adjustable phone holder attached to the nightstand—kind of like the ones you use in the car—so I can be hands-free. As I sniffed her panties, she guided me, giving instructions as I pleasured myself. At the peak of it, I shoved my dick into her panties, jerking off frantically until I finally came, my load soaking into the fabric.

It was an intense and satisfying reward, and for a moment, I thought, “Hey, maybe this isn’t going to be so hard after all.” Little did I know how wrong I was!

WEEK 2

The second week was all about public errands—with a plug in my ass. If you’ve never tried it, trust me, it’s a lot harder than it sounds.

Annie and I had already been experimenting with this when she was home. We’d used the b-Vibe plug before, and she’d even sent me out a couple of times with it in—once to Home Depot, and then to a coffee shop. The difference was that she was always the one to handle getting the damn thing in.

So, the first challenge of Week 2? Self-insertion. Let’s just say I’m not as nimble as I’d like to be, and it was a real struggle. After a fuckton of lube and a lot of effort, I finally managed to get the plug in. The next hurdle was keeping it in, especially while I showered to clean up all the lube that had made a mess of my backside. Honestly, I was just thankful there wasn’t a camera capturing the spectacle of me wrangling with it.

Once that was done, Annie sent me out on errands with the plug in. Most were local trips—places I could get to and back without too much hassle. She was mindful of my work schedule, so I could knock these out early in the morning, during lunch, or in the evening. But the first major errand? A visit to a women’s lingerie store.

A Trip to the Lingerie Store

Annie’s instructions were clear: I had to go to a lingerie store, find a clerk, and ask for help. Simple, right? Wrong. It turned out to be way harder than I anticipated. The first two times I went in, I chickened out and left almost immediately, nerves getting the best of me. On my third visit, when I stepped inside, a clerk approached me and asked if I needed help. Maybe she had noticed my earlier attempts.

So, with no other option, I straight-up told her, “My wife wants me to find panties and a sexy negligee that would fit me.” She paused for a second, but to her credit, she didn’t miss a beat. “Okay,” she said, “let’s see what we can find.” I followed her around the store while she took measurements and made a few suggestions. At that point, I wasn’t there for options—I was there to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. I ended up buying a week’s worth of panties and a nightgown, which the clerk assured me would fit perfectly and look sexy.

Following Annie’s instructions, I wore the panties all week. Honestly, it wasn’t too bad—I’ve gotten pretty good at changing discreetly in the gym locker room, and since I work from home, I’m usually just in my underwear unless I have a Zoom call. And I have to admit, those panties were comfortable as hell. The clerk was spot-on with the fit!

I showed Annie my purchases during our FaceTime call, and she was pleased. I also completed all my errands for the week—with both the panties and the plug. My reward that Saturday night was another JOI session with her. I thought she’d make me wear the negligee, but she told me she was saving that for when she got back home.

WEEK 3

By the time Week 3 rolled around, I was expecting things to get a bit crazier—Annie has a knack for ramping things up. But when I saw my task list for the week, there was just one item:

“Friday. 9pm. Visit ‘V’. Obey.”

“V” refers to one of Annie’s friends, though for privacy’s sake, I’ll just call her V here. At that point, I had never met her, and I didn’t think Annie was particularly close with her. Annie had hardly ever mentioned her, and I was pretty sure V was married. I also had this vague notion that she was a lawyer Annie had met through work.

The idea that V might know about our dynamic sent me into a bit of a panic. Involving someone else in our FLR was a huge deal—especially since we hadn’t done anything like that in years. Sure, we’d played with others when we were younger, but those days felt like they were in another lifetime. Annie and I had discussed the idea of involving others again, but I wasn’t prepared for her to jump straight into it without us really coming to terms with it together. It was one of those times where Annie’s unilateral decisions hit hard, leaving me no choice but to figure out how I was going to deal with it.

But the kicker was that one word: “Obey.” What exactly did she mean? I thought about it all week as Friday loomed closer. Did she mean obey her and simply show up at V’s place at 9 pm? Or did she mean I was expected to obey V? Either way, I knew I was in for something unexpected, and I could only brace myself for whatever came next.

Friday Night’s Performance

Friday night, I arrived at V’s place, feeling a mix of anxiety and curiosity. She opened the door, and immediately I was greeted by Annie—on a FaceTime call on V’s phone. Annie didn’t waste any time getting to the point. “You’re here to entertain V,” she said, and I knew right then that something big was coming. My suspicions were confirmed with her next instruction: “Strip and get hard.”

My immediate reaction was disbelief. “Really? What the fuck?” I muttered, glancing over at V, who just grinned and told me to get on with it. Reluctantly, I started taking off my clothes.

I’ve mentioned it before, but I’ll say it again—I’m not happy with my body. I’m too overweight and shy as hell. I’ve always been self-conscious, especially in front of others. Annie tells me she loves my body, and I know she does, but she also knows that just being naked in front of someone was pushing my boundaries. Masturbating in front of someone? That was obliterating them.

I knew the fastest way out of this was to just get it over with, but getting hard under those conditions wasn’t easy. Annie stepped in, talking me through it, and eventually, I managed to get fully erect. I focused on her, avoiding eye contact with V, determined to finish the task.

Then, V threw something at me and said, “Use that.” I opened the box to find the most ridiculous masturbation toy I’d ever seen. It was shaped like a cock and balls, but at the base, there was a hole designed to look like a pussy. You put your dick in the hole, and it basically gives you a fake cock around your own.

I had no choice but to lube it up and start fucking the toy while both women laughed. It was humiliating. My cheeks were burning red, but despite the embarrassment, I was undeniably turned on. Annie said she timed me, and it took a little over four minutes before I came, filling the toy with cum. Annie called me a “good boy,” but V pointed out that I hadn’t asked permission to cum.

After saying goodbye to Annie while I got dressed, V dropped the dominant act and became super nice, like she’d just stepped out of character. She handed me a beer, and we shared a couple of bowls before I thanked her and left.

Oh, and my reward for completing the task? I got to keep the toy, filled with a sticky mess of cum and lube. Plus, apparently, I’d ripped the cheap piece of crap in a single use. Lucky me.

My Challenge Reward

When Annie finally returned home, I knew my reward for enduring the three-week challenge would be something special. She instructed me to be in bed, wearing the nighty from Week 2, when she got back. So, there I was, lying in bed, watching her approach on Find My Friends, tracking her Uber getting closer. But then I got a text: “Come out and grab my bags—and don’t put anything else on.” Fuck.

Sure enough, I walked outside, in nothing but that flimsy nighty, to grab her bags from the car. The female Uber driver was clearly waiting for me, grinning. Apparently, this little show was a last-minute decision by Annie, just to see me squirm.

But my real reward that evening? I got to paint her nails, something that totally turns me on. (I’ve shared a pic of that moment in my interview, but here it is again.) Afterward, Annie made love to me as her “pretty girl.” That poor nighty didn’t stand a chance—it got completely destroyed during the session. The strap broke off, and it tore at the seam. I guess my fat ass just wasn’t made for such sexy lingerie, and honestly, I was relieved I wouldn’t have to squeeze into it again!

And so ended my first official While the Mistress Is Away challenge. It was a huge success, though I had no idea at the time how much more intense the challenges would get!