Zeek’s Femdom Adventure 11: Oral Training and Staycation Lickathon

Adventure 11 took place in late September, and I have to say—it’s my favorite challenge to date. It all stemmed from an idea Annie got when I told her about the interview I was conducting with the FLR couple, CM and PS. For those who don’t know, PS stands for “Pussy Slave.” The dynamic they described fascinated Annie. PS’s sole responsibility in their contract was to orally please his wife—a lot.

When I told Annie about this, she gave me that look, the one that says she’s already planning something devious. I should’ve known I was about to become a real-life “test subject” for her newfound inspiration. She loves incorporating what she learns into our challenges, and let’s just say this time, she took things to the extreme.

I had no idea what was coming, but as soon as she said, “Let’s explore what it means to truly serve a pussy,” I knew I was in for a wild ride.

Here’s the thing—Annie decides everything about our sexual activity: the when, where, how, and sometimes even the why. My role? To eagerly follow orders, no questions asked. If she tells me to go down on her, I don’t hesitate—I eagerly get to work. So, when she hinted that this challenge would involve me being “on call” to please her as much as she wanted, let’s just say there were zero complaints on my end.

I’m calling this my “Pussy Slave” Challenge, and hands down, it’s my favorite so far. The structure of the challenge? Honestly, whatever. It was when Annie returned home that the real fun began. Unlike some of my other adventures where I’ve been sent to serve her friends, this time, there was only one pussy on the menu: Annie’s.

And let me tell you, I think I tasted her more over those few days than I have in the past year combined. It wasn’t just frequent—it was intense. Every kiss, every lick, every inch of her was mine to worship. For those days, her pleasure was my only focus, and I absolutely loved it. It was a reminder that as much as she loves sharing me or delegating tasks, her pussy is the one I truly worship. And that’s exactly how I want it.

The morning Annie left for her trip started intensely. I woke up at 3 a.m. to find her sitting firmly on my face. She had an early flight to catch, but not before insisting that I get her off first. It’s not a position we use all the time, but when we do, she really enjoys it. I’d recently shared the story of how, back in college, she and her friend Elizabeth had “taught” me and my buddy Jason how to please a woman like this. Let’s just say those lessons stuck—I’ve gotten even better since.

When she finished, she gave me her trademark mix of praise and critique. “Not bad,” she said with a satisfied smile, “but you need more practice.” At that point, I started wondering which of her friends I’d be visiting during her trip. V? June? Someone new? But before my imagination could spiral, she handed me a pocket pussy—one of those toys shaped like a pussy that guys usually use to jerk off.

Her instructions were simple but clear: practice using it for oral pleasure. The goal? To improve my skills for when she got home. She was gone, and I had my mission—get better, or face the consequences! Let’s just say I took those instructions very seriously.

The FACETIME Demonstration

One night, while Annie was away, she decided to turn up the heat. She called me on FaceTime, and to my surprise, she wasn’t alone. She had two of her “friends” with her, both enjoying drinks at a bar. The noise of the bar and their giggles made me instantly self-conscious. Then, one of them—completely unprompted—suggested I should “clean a dirty pussy.” Annie, always game for a little public humiliation, immediately agreed.

My instructions? Masturbate into the pocket pussy while they watched. Yep, right there on FaceTime, with three women sitting at a bar enjoying their cocktails and openly commenting on my performance. I’ll admit, my cheeks were probably as red as the cocktail cherries in their drinks, but I got into it. The thrill of their attention and their teasing stares drove me wild.

When I came, the next part of the instructions dropped: lick it clean. At first, I hesitated, but then I went for it. I leaned into the performance, using my tongue to clean out every drop, and I could hear their laughter turn to stunned silence—and then cheering. Apparently, I’d done more than just entertain them; Annie later told me all three of them admitted to being soaked after my performance.

When Annie got home, she was beyond pleased with me, and I reaped the rewards. A whole weekend devoted to one thing: serving her pussy, again and again. Honestly, it was the best way to celebrate a challenge well done. 

OUR STAYCATION LICKATHON BEGINS

Wednesday Night: The Homecoming I’ll Never Forget

When Annie got home, it was already late—her flight was delayed, and she didn’t walk through the door until well after midnight. I was ready, though, just as she’d instructed: naked, on my back, waiting for her in bed. The anticipation had been killing me all day.

She wasted no time. Annie came into the room, undressed right there, and climbed on top of me, sitting on my face. She was warm, wet, and commanding. I’m not sure how long I was there—time stops mattering when her thighs are around my head—but she finally came, hard, grinding against me and moaning my name. I thought I was done, but she had other plans.

“Turn over,” she commanded. I obeyed instantly, and that’s when the pegging started. She worked me for what felt like an eternity, taking her time, teasing me, and making me so hard I thought I’d explode. Annie knows exactly how to push me to my limits, making me beg without ever saying a word. Then, when she was satisfied with her work, she flipped me back onto my back, straddled me, and rode me like she owned me—because, let’s be honest, she does.

Annie came over and over, her body quivering against mine each time. Finally, she removed my cock rings, giving me permission to orgasm. The release was so intense I almost blacked out. It was the perfect start to what would become an unforgettable staycation lickathon.

Thursday morning was a mess. Between issues with my job and a mistake I made with the magazine, my focus was shot. I spent hours trying to sort things out, and honestly, I was a wreck. Annie, of course, wasn’t having any of it. She got me to step away from my laptop, literally pulling me into the bedroom and reminding me where my priorities should be. Most of the day was then spent eating her pussy and getting high—exactly what I needed to leave the stress behind.

It was bliss. Annie has this way of making me feel completely lost in the moment, and having the entire day to focus on her body was incredible. She made sure I worked hard, though; her orgasms came one after another. By the end of the day, I’d lost track of time, the number of times she came, and even what I was supposed to be worrying about in the first place. Days like that don’t come often, and I soaked up every second.

The Day Ends With a Twist…

The peace didn’t last. That evening, I was notified that the error I made at the magazine was serious enough to warrant consequences. Madam Nora had contacted Annie directly, asking her to handle my punishment personally. That was a sobering moment. Annie assured me the punishment would be thorough—but not until after my reward was done.

The first part of my punishment? Writing a letter about my mistake, which had to be submitted that night for inclusion in our special edition. Staying up late to write it wasn’t how I imagined ending the day, but I did it. You can read the letter (here).

As for the rest of my punishment? Annie promised me it would resume after she was satisfied that I’d earned my reward. Knowing her, she’s already got something devious planned. For now, I’ll savor the temporary reprieve and keep working on being her good boy.

My Training: Learning Obedience Anywhere

While the bulk of our staycation focused on me repeatedly worshiping Annie at home, there were some moments that stood out when we ventured into the world. Annie had been talking a lot lately about training the new dog we’re considering getting, emphasizing the importance of exposing it to different environments to ensure it remains calm and obedient in any situation. It seems she thought this was a principle that could also apply to me.

“Like a dog,” she said with a smirk, “you need to be well-trained to perform under different environmental conditions.”

This challenge taught me more than just obedience—it was a masterclass in preparation. Let’s face it, when Annie expects me to be ready for action anytime, anywhere, I better be equipped. So, during this adventure, I put together what I now call my Lickety-Split Kit, and shared everything that goes in it.

Our Trip Into the City

Friday was our adventure into Portland—a day packed with errands, good food, and, of course, pussy eating. Annie dressed the part in her sexy plaid skirt, no panties, and just the right amount of teasing energy to keep me on edge all day. Let’s just say she had a plan, and I was eager to follow her lead.

Breakfast at Elmer’s

We started the day with breakfast at one of our favorite spots, Elmer’s—a cozy chain in the Northwest that’s totally worth the hour-long drive. It’s kind of our ritual when we’re in the city, and this time was no exception. After placing our order, Annie decided we should “freshen up” and made a bit of a scene asking the waitress where the restrooms were. You know, just the typical road-trip chatter: “Been driving all morning, need to wash up, etc.”

But, instead of heading to the women’s restroom, Annie gave me that look and pulled me into the empty men’s room. We snuck into the big stall, and she wasted no time hiking up that skirt and giving me a view that made my head spin.

Here’s the thing: this was supposed to be one of those spontaneous, hot moments where fantasy meets reality. The plan? Me kneeling and eating her out like we used to back in high school—yes, those bathroom adventures were frequent and wild. But… reality decided to intervene. The floor? Absolutely filthy. My knees? Not what they used to be. And the logistics of a cramped stall weren’t working in our favor.

We gave it a valiant effort, but it just wasn’t happening. Annie laughed, called it a “strategic retreat,” and we agreed to cut our losses. No regrets, though—we were both grinning as we paid the bill and headed to our next stop. Sometimes, even when a plan doesn’t pan out, the shared experience is worth it.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: FAILED

The Home Depot Adventure

After breakfast, our next stop was Home Depot to grab a few things for the house. Annie and I both knew this wasn’t exactly the ideal place for any extracurricular activities—too busy, too public, and, after the Elmer’s fiasco, we weren’t in the mood to risk another awkward attempt in a public bathroom.

But that didn’t mean the stop was wasted. Annie, being ever-resourceful, found a solution to one of the biggest obstacles of the day so far: my knees. She grabbed me a pair of knee pads—ridiculous-looking but absolutely life-changing. These things strap right around my knees, providing soft padding that makes kneeling infinitely more comfortable. Annie made a bit of a scene at checkout, holding them up and joking with the cashier, “Gotta keep my husband ready to serve!”

Back at the car, she handed me a pair of sweatpants she’d packed (I don’t even ask how she plans these things anymore) and had me change into them right there in the parking lot. The sweatpants were loose enough to accommodate the knee pads underneath without making me look too absurd, and with that, I was officially suited up and ready to kneel for my queen whenever the opportunity arose.

Pussy Eating Challenge: Parking Lot Edition

As it turned out, I didn’t need the knee pads just yet. Annie slid into the driver’s seat of our Impala, and her tone shifted. “Well? Don’t just stand there.”

I knew exactly what she meant. I climbed into the passenger seat, and before I could even shut the door, she hiked up her skirt, leaned back against the bench seat, and spread her legs. The Impala is great for this kind of spontaneity—bench seating, plenty of room to maneuver, and a little privacy with the tinted windows.

I wasted no time. Sliding into position, I leaned down between her legs and got to work. Her scent, her taste—it was intoxicating, as always. I could hear the faint hum of conversations from people walking past the car, oblivious to what was happening just feet away. Annie kept her hand firmly on the back of my head, guiding me as I worked, alternating between long, slow licks and focused flicks of my tongue that I knew would drive her over the edge.

She gasped, her thighs tightening around my face as she pulled me closer, and I knew she was there. Her moans filled the car as she came, her hips bucking against my mouth, leaving me completely drenched in her juices. When she finally released me, she sat up, breathless and grinning, and leaned over to kiss me. “Now that’s what I call a successful trip to Home Depot.”

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: SUCCESS

Powell’s Books Adventure

Ah, Powell’s City of Books. For anyone unfamiliar, it’s not just a bookstore—it’s a maze. This Portland icon spans multiple floors and entire city blocks, packed with every book imaginable. For Annie, it’s heaven on earth. For me? Well, I love seeing her happy, so I didn’t mind that our day had pivoted to feeding her book nerd soul.

What I didn’t expect was that Powell’s would also become part of the challenge.

First Stop: Technical Science Isle

Powell’s has quieter corners and tucked-away aisles that don’t see as much foot traffic, and Annie had already scoped out a promising spot in the technical science section. It was relatively quiet, with only the faint shuffle of distant footsteps and the occasional creak of the floorboards. She gave me “the look” and backed up to one of the tall shelves, pretending to browse. Without hesitation, I knelt, pulled up her skirt, and buried my face between her thighs.

Her scent was intoxicating, and I got to work quickly, knowing the risk was higher here than in a parking lot or car. She gripped the shelf for balance, and within moments, she came, trembling as her thighs clenched around my head. She let out a soft sigh and adjusted her skirt like nothing had happened.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: SUCCESS

Second Stop: The Book-Laden Sub

Afterward, we got back to browsing. Annie’s arms remained free, while mine gradually filled with an ever-growing stack of her finds. She was grinning, clearly enjoying her dominance in this more mundane way, and I was happy to carry her treasures.

Then it happened again. We were in another secluded aisle—this time something artsy or philosophical, I think—and she backed up against the wall at the far end. Her grin was unmistakable. My arms were full, but there was no hesitation. I carefully set her books on the floor and dropped to my knees.

The first lick earned a gasp. I tried to keep things quiet, but Annie had other plans. She moaned louder than I’d anticipated, and I instinctively backed off. She gave me a sharp look, her hands gripping my head, and pushed me back between her legs. I redoubled my efforts, and she came hard, biting her lip to muffle herself as much as she could. I quickly stood, adjusting her skirt for her and collecting the books again.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: SUCCESS

Caught in the Act

Just as I thought we were in the clear, I glanced back and saw a young teenage guy standing at the end of the aisle. His wide eyes said it all—he’d seen the whole thing. Before I could react, he quickly turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, cheeks burning red.

Annie? She burst into laughter. “Looks like someone else got an education too,” she whispered as she patted my cheek.

The Rose Garden Rendezvous

After an overly expensive trip to Powell’s, we escaped the downtown chaos and drove to the Portland Rose Garden. If you’ve never been, it’s a gorgeous spot nestled in Washington Park, with row upon row of meticulously maintained roses in every imaginable color. It’s also a place where people wander through at all hours, taking in the sights and scents. Not exactly private.

But that didn’t deter Annie.

We found a bench tucked away in a quieter area. She took her seat, and I knelt in front of her, ostensibly admiring the flowers. That didn’t last long—my real task was at hand. She spread her legs slightly, and I leaned in, pulling up her skirt and letting her scent consume me.

The Interruptions Begin

It wasn’t long before we were interrupted. A couple of elderly walkers approached, and Annie yanked me back abruptly. Thinking fast, I pretended to tie my shoe, my heart racing as they gave us a long, suspicious look before continuing on their way.

Once they were out of sight, Annie smirked, “Back to work, boy.” I knelt again and resumed my worship, determined to finish the job this time.

Then came the second interruption. Another couple wandered into view, but this time Annie didn’t pull me away. I froze, unsure of what to do, but she placed a firm hand on my head and guided me deeper between her thighs. They walked by slowly, very much aware of what was happening. Annie didn’t seem to care—in fact, her moans grew louder, almost as if she wanted an audience.

Finally, she let out a loud, deliberate cry as she came, her hands gripping my hair. I was mortified, but her satisfaction made it all worth it.

Pussy Eating Challenge: SUCCESS.

Hoyt Arboretum – Nature’s Playground

The Rose Garden was just the beginning. Next, we ventured deeper into Forest Park, to the Hoyt Arboretum. It’s one of our favorite spots—a sprawling natural wonderland with trails winding through lush forests and open fields. We’ve shared countless experiences here, and I knew this visit was bound to be memorable.

Lunch and Worship

After a short hike, Annie chose a secluded field where we could settle in. She unpacked a small cooler with sandwiches and drinks, spreading a blanket across the grass. The sun had finally broken through the clouds, warming the air and adding to the romantic vibe of the moment.

We ate lunch, chatting and enjoying the peaceful surroundings. Then, Annie leaned back, looked at me, and gave her order: “Strip. It’s time to really worship me.”

Risky Obedience

I hesitated, glancing around nervously. Stripping in a public park was risky, but my arousal outweighed my fear. I quickly obeyed, shedding my clothes and kneeling before her. She spread her legs, and I dove in with enthusiasm, determined to give her the worship she deserved.

This session was different. She wanted more than just pleasure—she wanted reverence. I worked my tongue with precision, savoring every moment, every reaction. Annie moaned and gasped, her hands gripping my head as I explored every inch of her with my mouth. Then, suddenly, she let out a cry, and I felt a rush as she squirted, soaking my face. I paused, startled, but she pushed me back down. “Keep going,” she ordered.

A Marathon of Orgasms

Time lost all meaning. By the end, I realized I’d been between her legs for 48 minutes straight. She finally pulled me up, her eyes wild with pleasure. “Now fuck me,” she commanded, pulling me down onto the blanket.

She was already in her orgasmic mode, moaning loudly as I entered her. I couldn’t hold back. Birds scattered, and the echoes of our screams reverberated through the trees. At least five or six orgasms later—who was counting?—we collapsed together, sweaty and spent.

The Aftermath

Hiking out was… a challenge. Annie was wobbly from the intensity of it all, and my legs weren’t much better. We took it slow, savoring the moment as we made our way back to the car.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: SUCCESS
Fucking Challenge: SUCCESS, and SUCCESS, and SUCCESS… You get the idea.

Shopping Adventures: Then vs. Now

We hit a lot of stores during our day in town—running errands, browsing, and of course, squeezing in some fun whenever possible. But honestly, there wasn’t as much pussy eating as there used to be when we were younger. Back in the day, we were far more reckless, pushing boundaries without a second thought.

I still vividly remember one of our boldest stunts: a deserted furniture department in a Wards store, long before the chain went under. They had an entire section filled with decade-old styles no one wanted. Way in the back was a bed that looked like it had been there since the 80s. Annie sat down, pulled up her skirt, and I immediately knelt between her legs. I ate her out right there on that display bed, and when she was satisfied, we didn’t stop—we fucked. It felt wild, thrilling, and entirely without consequence. No cameras. No nosy store clerks. Just us, young and daring.

Reality Checks

These days? The stakes are a lot higher. A public encounter could lead to legal trouble or even an arrest. Annie, always the calculated risk-taker, keeps those reality checks firmly in mind now. She used to push boundaries just to see what we could get away with, but now she rightly holds us back from taking things too far. Don’t get me wrong, I’d probably still dive headfirst into risky situations if she ordered me to, but her restraint has saved us more than once.

That said, Annie still finds moments to spice things up. And when she does, the payoff is always worth it.

Kohl’s Men’s Changing Room

One exception to our more cautious approach happened at Kohl’s. We were there to grab some clothes for me—a few shirts and jeans. After picking out a pair of jeans she liked, Annie followed me into the men’s changing room. I thought she was just being playful, but as soon as the door locked, she pulled me down to my knees.

“Take care of me,” she whispered, pulling up her skirt.

The changing room wasn’t exactly soundproof, but I obeyed without hesitation, diving in and working my tongue like my life depended on it. Annie kept one hand gripping the wall for balance and the other buried in my hair, pulling me closer as her moans grew louder. I was acutely aware of the potential for someone to hear, but the thrill of being caught only fueled the intensity.

When she finally came, she quickly adjusted her skirt and handed me the jeans to try on, like nothing had happened. My knees were still shaking as I pulled them on and showed her the fit. She gave a nod of approval and whispered, “Good boy.”

Kohl’s, I’ll never look at your changing rooms the same way again.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: SUCCESS

Mt. Tabor Park: A Makeout Spot Gone Wrong

Our next stop was Mt. Tabor Park, a place that used to be our go-to for makeout sessions back in the day. Tucked-away pull-offs and quiet, shaded areas made it perfect for young couples looking for a little privacy, day or night. Naturally, Annie wanted to revisit those memories—with an adult twist, of course.

Backseat Adventures Turn Sour

We parked in one of the more secluded spots, and Annie wasted no time pulling me into the backseat. She was in one of those skirts that practically begged me to kneel, and I dove right in, her scent immediately drowning out any thoughts of risk. Her moans filled the car, and I was so lost in the moment I didn’t even hear the approaching footsteps.

A loud tap tap tap on the window shattered everything.

I froze. Annie froze. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. I looked up to see a police officer staring at us through the window, his face stern but not entirely unkind. Annie quickly adjusted her skirt and climbed into the front seat, while I scrambled to open the door, nearly tripping over myself as I stumbled out of the car.

The Officer’s Sobriety Test

The officer wasted no time. “Step out of the vehicle, sir,” he said, his tone sharp but calm. My brain immediately started running through every worst-case scenario. Was this public indecency? Could I get arrested? What would Annie think of me if I couldn’t handle this?

He directed me to perform a sobriety test. First, the finger-to-nose test, which I somehow managed to pass despite my shaking hands. Then came the walk-the-line test. I could barely focus on keeping my balance with all the panic flooding my brain. The officer’s reflective sunglasses made it impossible to read his expression, and I was convinced I was about to end up in handcuffs.

A Lesson in Humiliation

After what felt like an eternity, he handed me back my ID. I braced myself for the lecture—or worse, the cuffs—but instead, he simply said, “Wipe your mouth, get back in the car, and carefully leave the park.” My face burned with embarrassment as I climbed into the driver’s seat, Annie smirking in the passenger seat. The officer followed us all the way to the park’s exit, ensuring we were thoroughly humiliated before leaving.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: FAILED.

Mt. Tabor, you’ve officially been crossed off our list of romantic spots for good.

Rocky Butte: A Quick and Risky Success

After the Mt. Tabor debacle, we needed something to redeem the day, and Annie had just the spot in mind—Rocky Butte. It’s another classic lookout point, one that offers a breathtaking view of the city and just enough seclusion to spark some risky fun. By the time we arrived, we were both feeling frisky again, our nerves from the earlier cop encounter replaced with adrenaline-fueled excitement.

Setting the Scene
There was nobody around as far as we could tell. The wind was light, and the sun was starting to dip lower, casting a golden glow across the overlook. Annie, ever the adventurous one, walked straight to the edge of the stone barrier and sat down, giving me that look—the one that says, don’t even think about saying no.

Her plaid skirt was already riding high, and when she leaned back, the invitation was impossible to resist. I dropped to my knees, the stone surface rough but manageable thanks to my new knee pads from earlier in the day. She spread her legs, and I dove in, letting her scent and taste wipe away the stress of the day.

Fast and Intense
It was one of those rare moments where everything clicked. Maybe it was the thrill of being out in the open, the rush of knowing we could be caught, or just the undeniable chemistry between us, but she came hard and fast—less than five minutes. Her legs trembled, and she grabbed my hair, holding me in place as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

The sounds she made were intoxicating, low and guttural, and they echoed slightly in the open air. I couldn’t help but smile to myself, knowing I’d redeemed the earlier failure with such a resounding success.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: SUCCESS

Drive-In Delight and Hotel Bliss

Drive-In Theater: Front-Row Fun

That night, we headed to the drive-in theater to enjoy a double feature: Beetlejuice and The Exorcist. Annie knew how much I’d been looking forward to seeing Beetlejuice, so she let me watch uninterrupted, a kindness I deeply appreciated. But as soon as The Exorcist began, all bets were off.

This outing was also a bittersweet farewell to my early 2000s Impala with its amazing front bench seat—an MVP for our adventures. During The Exorcist, she climbed onto the seat, straddling me, skirt hiked up. Let’s just say I gave her more attention than the movie, and she came loudly enough that I was sure the neighboring cars must have heard.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: SUCCESS

A Surprise Detour: Hotel Heaven

As the movie ended, I was expecting a long, sleepy drive home, but Annie had other plans. She entered a hotel address into the GPS, revealing that we were already checked in. She’d even arranged for our friend to housesit and take care of the dogs. The surprise was perfect, and I couldn’t wait to spend the night together in total comfort.

We collapsed into the bed and fell asleep almost instantly, exhausted but exhilarated from the day.

Saturday Morning Wake-Up Call

I woke up early the next morning and decided to surprise Annie. Without waiting for her to stir, I slipped under the covers and started kissing my way down her body. I used my tongue to wake her in the best way I knew how, and her sleepy moans quickly turned into eager encouragement.

Her “Good boys” fueled me as I worshipped her, and the morning turned into one of the longest lovemaking sessions we’ve ever had. She strapped on and took me from behind, pushing me to my limits until I couldn’t take any more. Then she turned me onto my back and rode me hard, leaving us both spent and satisfied.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: SUCCESS

Room Service and Playtime

Breakfast arrived via room service, and as we lounged in bed eating, Annie joked about the guy who delivered it. “I wonder if he’d do well eating me,” she teased with a mischievous grin. I laughed nervously, knowing she was joking… probably. Annie always reminds me that if she truly wanted something like that, she’d make it happen.

The rest of the day was pure indulgence. Annie had packed plenty of her “arsenal” for the trip, and we stayed in the room experimenting and exploring all sorts of fun. Every meal came via room service, and we never even left the hotel.

PUSSY EATING CHALLENGE: MASSIVE SUCCESS. OVER AND OVER

Sunday Morning and the Grand Finale

I woke up Sunday morning to Annie’s hands under the blanket, already working me into full hardness. It didn’t take long—I was awake and ready in no time. She climbed on top of me, and we fucked with an intensity that only comes from knowing the weekend was almost over. It was frantic and hot, a perfect way to start the day.

Afterward, we scrambled to pack, checked out of the hotel, and hit the road with coffee and breakfast in tow. I thought we’d spend the day leisurely driving back, but Annie had other plans.

The Surprise Finale

“Your final reward,” she said with a sly grin, “is a trip to visit Rieley and Maddie.” My eyebrows shot up. They were the lesbian couple who had been involved in my group-whipping punishment on day-9 of an intense punishment challenge.

“They’ve agreed to let you watch while the three of us fuck.” Blink. Blink. Did I hear that right? My wife and the two hottest women I’ve ever met, all together? Blink. Blink.

When we arrived, they wasted no time teasing me. “So,” one of them said with a smirk, “Annie tells us you’ve been working on your oral skills. Too bad you’ll just be watching today.” The humiliation hit like a truck, but damn, it was hot. Watching them strip and get started was both torturous and exhilarating. Annie made eye contact with me every time she came—and let me tell you, she came a lot.

The Aftermath

When they were done, my wife turned to them and asked, “Mind if I use him for a minute?” One shrugged, the other said, “Whatever,” and they both got up and headed to the kitchen for snacks, leaving Annie and me alone in the living room.

Annie ordered me to strip, and I quickly obeyed, my cock already rock-hard. She laid back on the couch, pulling me on top of her, and we started fucking. I was so turned on from the show that I didn’t last long—embarrassingly short, really. I came before Annie had a chance to, leaving me red-faced and apologizing. She just laughed and said, “It’s okay.” From the kitchen, the girls overheard and joined in on the laughter, which only deepened my blush.

“C’mon,” Annie said, kissing my forehead, “We can’t even count how many orgasms you’ve given me this weekend.”

And that resolved my Pussy Slave Challenge and Reward! It was a fuckton of fun, and I seriously can’t wait for another vacation like that one.