Zeek’s Femdom Adventure 12: Revisiting a Freeuse Relationship

Adventure 12: A Blast from the Past with Liza

Adventure 12 kicked off at the beginning of October when Annie had to leave town for a short work trip. She was only gone for a couple of days, but that was more than enough time for this wild adventure to unfold.

Some Background on Liza

Liza isn’t just any friend of Annie’s—she’s her best friend, going all the way back to our college days. In fact, for about seven months, the three of us shared an apartment during our junior year. Liza had an extra room, and she let Annie and me move in for the remainder of her lease. We split rent and utilities three ways, which seemed like a straightforward deal. Or so I thought.

Turns out, there was another arrangement Annie and Liza had worked out behind the scenes, which I only discovered after we moved in. Annie, always resourceful, had negotiated a way to avoid paying her share of rent and utilities. Her solution? Me.

In exchange for Annie’s portion of the expenses, I became Liza’s plaything. Today, you’d probably call it being “freeuse,” but back then, the term they used was bitchboy. Essentially, Liza could use me however and whenever she wanted.

The Rules

The arrangement was simple: when we were in the apartment, Liza had the same authority over me as Annie did. She could order me to do anything, and I was expected to comply without question.

When Annie and Liza first presented the idea, I flat-out refused. I was comfortable submitting to Annie, but Liza? She was more of an acquaintance than a close friend at the time. The thought of giving her that kind of control over me felt like a step too far. But Annie—always persuasive—convinced me to give it a try, reminding me that this arrangement was helping her save money for a car. Reluctantly, I agreed, figuring it would be a short-term experiment.

What I didn’t expect was how much I’d end up enjoying it. By the end of the summer, I wasn’t just compliant—I was enthusiastic about my dual role as Annie’s boyfriend and property, and Liza’s bitchboy.

Life as Liza’s “Bitchboy”

For those seven months, life at home was… unique. Anytime I was in the apartment, either—or both—of the girls could decide to use me for sex. It was a constant cycle of marathon fucking, intense oral sessions, and even Liza breaking me in with her strap-on whenever the mood struck her. I’ll be honest—I loved every second of it.

But it wasn’t all smooth sailing. Liza was also dating my old freshman-year roommate, Jason, at the time. Things were awkward at first when he found out about the arrangement, but he quickly got used to it. In fact, their relationship mostly existed outside the apartment—except when Jason visited.

When Jason was over, Liza loved making me perform in front of him. She never pushed us into anything overtly bisexual, but there were plenty of shared experiences. The two girls even held “lessons” for Jason and me on how to properly go down on them. Most nights when Jason was around, we’d end up in bed together—me, Liza, Jason, and Annie—exploring every dynamic you can imagine.

Looking Back

Those seven months were some of the wildest, most transformative of my life. Living with two dominant women who knew exactly what they wanted—and weren’t afraid to take it—pushed me to explore sides of myself I never knew existed. And now, with Annie away and Liza back in the picture for this challenge, I had a feeling things were about to get just as interesting.

Stay tuned for the full story of my time with Liza during Adventure 12—it was definitely one for the books.

Onto the Adventure: A Night with Liza

Fast forward to October 2024, and Annie handed me a keycard as she left to catch her flight. She told me the name of a hotel and a room number, then kissed me goodbye. When I asked, “Who am I meeting?” she just gave me that mischievous smile she’s perfected over the years. I had my suspicions but no real idea who was waiting for me.

I arrived promptly at 9 PM, my nerves on high alert. The hotel was a mid-range chain, clean but not overly fancy, and the ride up in the elevator felt like it took forever. Swiping the keycard, I stepped into the room—and froze.

There she was. Liza. It had been years since I’d seen her, but she looked just as stunning as ever, if not more so. She had this confident aura that made the room feel smaller the moment I entered. As expected, Annie had arranged to be on FaceTime and greeted me with a teasing laugh when she saw my stunned expression. “You’re here to please Liza tonight, however she wishes,” Annie said with authority.

I must have had a look of shock plastered across my face because both women burst into laughter. Liza, reclining casually in the armchair, waved me over and said, “Don’t worry, Zeek. I’m only going to use your mouth tonight. Pants stay on.”

Getting to Work

Relieved, but still jittery, I stepped closer as Liza spread her legs, revealing her bare pussy. It hit me—this was familiar territory, but it had been decades. Memories flooded back, but I didn’t have time to reminisce. I quickly stripped off my shirt, threw a pillow on the floor, and knelt before her.

As I began, Liza leaned back, talking casually with Annie over FaceTime. “He’s doing okay,” she said, critiquing my technique like a sports commentator. “Oh, there it is—finally found the right spot.” My cheeks burned as the two of them laughed at my expense.

Determined to impress, I focused on every detail, trying to remember what Liza liked from back in the day. Was she a soft and slow kind of woman? Or did she prefer quick flicks of the tongue? I experimented, adapting to her moans and the way her legs tensed under my touch.

Eventually, Annie had to leave. “Keep him as long as you want, Liza,” she said with a chuckle. “Just make sure he’s home and ready to work by 7 AM tomorrow.”

First Climax

Once Annie signed off, I poured all my attention into Liza. Her hips started moving against my face, grinding harder as I found my rhythm. Her hands gripped the armrests of the chair, her breaths becoming shallow, her moans louder. Finally, with a sharp cry, she came, her thighs clamping around my head momentarily before relaxing.

Liza texted Annie to report my performance, and Annie responded almost immediately: “Keep him for more!”

Round Two: Facesitting

After a short break—hydrating with water and sharing a joint—Liza took things up a notch. “Lay down,” she commanded. I obeyed, stretching out on the bed. She climbed on top of me, straddling my face. I’ve always found this position a bit challenging—it’s harder to maneuver my tongue deeply—but I knew this was Liza’s favorite.

She wasn’t gentle. Grabbing my hair with both hands, she pulled my face tighter against her, grinding herself against my mouth. It was rough, almost primal, and breathing became difficult as she controlled every movement. My tongue worked overtime, alternating between long, deep strokes and flicking against her clit.

“Deeper,” she ordered, yanking my hair. At one point, she slapped my cheek lightly, then laughed. “That’s for slacking,” she teased before shoving my face even harder into her. My jaw ached, my tongue burned, and yet, I was rock hard despite the relentless treatment.

Then she shifted, lifting slightly. “Time for something new,” she said, her voice dripping with dominance. She moved back, positioning herself over my mouth—and suddenly, I was face-to-face with her puckered asshole.

“Get to work,” she demanded.

Ass Worship

I hesitated for half a second before diving in. My tongue circled the rim, teasing at first, but Liza wasn’t in the mood for patience. She pressed down harder, her hips rocking slightly, and I got the message. My tongue darted inside, tasting her in a way that was both humiliating and incredibly arousing.

She moaned louder than before, grabbing the headboard for balance as she rode my face. Her hands found their way to my hair again, pulling and guiding me as she took everything she wanted. “Good boy,” she purred, then let out a gasp as my tongue found a rhythm she liked.

My world was reduced to her—her taste, her scent, her moans echoing in my ears.

At some point she re-adjusted and my tongue was again deep in her pussy, and she came hard, her thighs trembling around my face, and I could feel her shuddering above me.

A Surprising End

After what felt like hours, she finally climbed off, leaving me breathless and drenched. “Well done,” she said, smirking as she reached for her phone.

I glanced down at myself and realized I’d come in my pants at some point during the chaos. She noticed too and laughed. “Guess I didn’t even need to touch you for that.”

She sent me home around 3 AM, thoroughly spent but oddly proud of myself. This was one night I wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.