Zeek’s Femdom Adventure 10: My Fantasies of the FUM Dommes

In early September 2024, while Annie was away for a week, she enlisted Jessica, our Health & Safety columnist, to come up with my next challenge. This one was a lot of work but also a blast in its own way. Each day, I had to write a story imagining what it would be like to submit to the various Dommes of FemdomU. Then, I’d read the stories to both Annie and the Domme I was writing about. Now you all get a chance to read them too.

Day 1: Mistress Heather. I know her husband, Cody, from way back when we worked together, but I’d never dared to imagine submitting to her. The story practically wrote itself, though—turns out I knew exactly where it would go. Reading it to her, however, was humiliating. She made me call late at night while she was in bed, on speakerphone, with Cody “working” between her legs. She made sure I was fully aware of what he was doing while I read the story. I heard him chuckle a few times, and when I finally finished, she thanked me and hung up, leaving me knowing they had a night to continue without my interruption. Now you can read my story of submitting to Mistress Heather.

Day 2: Mizz Geena. Now this one flowed easily; I’ve imagined submitting to her plenty of times. She’s hinted at exactly what she’d like to do, which made the writing process almost too easy. Since she was out of town, her instructions were to send her a video of myself reading it. Later, she messaged to let me know she was very pleased with my story. If you want to know what I fantasized about with Mizz Geena, read my story.

Day 3: Miss Autumn. I wrote this one early because she scheduled a late afternoon call to hear it. This one had me nervous—I realized, as I prepared to read it, that I’d basically written a story where she… bent my rules a bit. When I started reading, I thought, “What was I thinking?” But Autumn actually called me a “good boy” afterward and hinted that she might visit Portland soon. That one left me feeling equal parts thrilled and terrified. I hope you enjoy my story of submission to Miss Autumn.

Day 4: Goddess Barbara Wildestarr. Reading my story to her was one of the more surreal experiences of the week. She didn’t have great phone reception, so she had one of her “worshippers” Facetime me instead. He walked over to where she was sitting outside, holding the phone while the connection kept cutting in and out. So there I was, standing in front of a crowd of strangers gathered around, reading a fantasy about submitting to Barbara. A challenge, to say the least. Want to know the details? Read my story of submitting to the Goddess’ unique method of domination.

Day 5: Jessica. She was extra eager to hear my story since it was her idea for the challenge. She had me start by reading her the other four stories, so by the time I finished, I was… let’s just say, pretty aroused. Jessica didn’t miss a beat, either: “You’re hard right now, aren’t you, Zeek?” she asked. “Uh, yes ma’am.” Then she surprised me with an early reward. Apparently, she and Annie agreed that if Jessica felt I’d done well, she could grant me the reward a day early. I still had Madam Nora’s story left to write, but I wasn’t about to argue! Jessica guided me through a session of jerk-off instructions, long-distance style. I’ve had this experience before, given how much Annie travels, and sometimes she has friends or others give me commands as well. Jessica was absolutely incredible, intuitive, and knew exactly how to take me there. So, thank you, Jessica—and Annie—for the reward. Now, read my story of submitting to Jessica.

Day 6: Madam Nora. This one was nerve-wracking. I wrote all about that in my letter, and reading it to her was even more intense. Midway through, my confidence took a hit when duckie cut in, telling me she had to take another call. I waited on hold for a few minutes, and when she came back, I finished the story. At the end, there was silence, then duckie spoke up again: “Madam said good job, print it, and she had to take another call.” I thanked him and hung up, but I left wondering if she’d even been listening—or if she’d found it all as less than captivating. You can read my final story, submitting to Madam Nora, here.