Zeek’s Femdom Adventure 13: My Night In Bondage Giving Facerides Involved a Twist that Shook My World!

Let’s just say, Adventure 13 lived up to its reputation as the unlucky number. Annie’s sadistic streak was on full display for this one, and she didn’t hold back. It was late October 2024, and while everyone else was busy being spooked by ghosts and goblins, my own personal nightmare had nothing to do with monsters. No, the terror I felt that night came from being held against my will—and forced to have sex with a woman I’d never even met.

Yeah, you read that right. Annie took things to a level I hadn’t anticipated, and the experience was as thrilling as it was terrifying. Let me explain.

It’s taken me over two months to write this account, and not just because I wanted to get every detail right. I needed to ensure I could convey how I felt and what I experienced while being crystal clear about one important thing: I am not a victim in this story. I want to acknowledge the gravity of true experiences of sexual assault, and this isn’t one of them.

Let me state this upfront—I was not harmed, and I was certainly not without consent. In fact, I am a very, very lucky man, married to a wife who loves me enough to scare the living fuck out of me, both figuratively and, as you’ll soon see, quite literally! This adventure was about pushing my boundaries and plunging me into an intense mix of fear, arousal, and trust. Annie, as always, knew exactly what she was doing.

Let me start by giving you the ending—if you’re not into spoilers, skip this paragraph and come back after reading the rest! The entire scenario was orchestrated by my wife, Annie, to make me believe I was being forced into sex against my will. It was designed to terrify me, with Annie ultimately ‘discovering’ what was happening and taking control of the situation. Now, here’s the crucial part: while I never explicitly gave my consent to this other woman, she had my consent via Annie. I’ve agreed that Annie has complete authority over how, when, and with whom my body is used. What started as what I thought was a fun reward turned into what felt like a nightmare, only to circle back and reveal itself as another one of Annie’s perfectly executed mindfucks. It all turned out amazing in the end—once I caught my breath, that is!

Now, let me walk you through the events of that night as they happened, step by step, from my point of view. I’ll recount everything exactly as it unfolded, including the layers of truth that were revealed along the way. Buckle up—it’s a wild ride.

THE CHALLENGE

Toward the end of October, Annie had to leave town for a couple of days, and she casually mentioned she’d arranged a special “reward” for me. When Annie calls something a reward, it usually means I’m about to be put through something intense and humiliating, but ultimately unforgettable. This time, she said I’d be visiting her friend V again. If you’ve read about my previous adventures with V, you’ll understand why my stomach was doing flips.

Let me give you a quick recap:

• Adventure 1: V was involved in my very first challenge, where I had to humiliate myself by masturbating into a toy while she watched.
• Adventure 3: I was sent back to V’s place, where I used a face-harness dildo to bring her to orgasm.
• 9 Days of Punishments: Day four of that nightmare sent me to V again, this time for a session involving paddling with ping-pong paddles. Trust me, it was not as playful as it sounds.
• Adventure 9: Most recently I ended up spending an entire evening providing oral service to V—a lot of oral service.

So, when Annie told me this new challenge involved reporting to V’s house for a “party,” I felt a mix of intrigue and nervous anticipation. My instructions were specific:

• Wear a t-shirt that’s easy to remove, boxers, and sweatpants that stay on.
• Put on my collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs.

It was clear this wasn’t going to be your typical party. With the added layer of bondage gear, it became obvious that V would have the opportunity to tie me up. I’m no stranger to bondage, and I enjoy the dynamic—with Annie. I trust her completely. But giving up control to someone else, even one of her friends, brought an uneasy queasiness to my gut. Still, I trust Annie to keep me within my limits, even if she likes to push them. Whatever was in store for me that night, I knew it was something I’d have to rise to meet.

MY ARRIVAL

When I arrived at V’s apartment, I could hear laughter and conversation spilling out before I even knocked on the door. The “party” was already in full swing, and I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. V greeted me at the door with a sly grin and ushered me inside. Turns out, this wasn’t just a random party—it was a very intimate bachelorette pre-party for the bride to be of V’s brother.

The guest list? V, her sister “Cindy,” and their soon-to-be sister-in-law “Kay.” (Let’s just say privacy is key here—Kay doesn’t want her soon-to-be husband stumbling across any details about this night!)

V wasted no time explaining the setup. “This is a little pre-party before tomorrow’s big one,” she said, with her usual mischievous smile. “Your wife loaned you out as the entertainment.”

Entertainment? I must have looked thoroughly confused because V laughed and grabbed my hand, leading me toward the bedroom.

And there she was—Annie! Well, not in person, but on an iPad propped up on the nightstand. She was already grinning, clearly enjoying the look on my face. “Don’t worry, Zeek,” she said through the screen. “They don’t want a stripper.” V burst out laughing again.

“Your reward,” Annie continued, “is giving facerides.”

Okay, I’ll admit, as rewards go, this sounded like something I could get behind—quite literally.

I followed instructions, removing my shirt and lying down on the bed (pants still on, of course). V had clearly prepared for this, as my wrist and ankle cuffs were quickly secured to straps already attached to the bed frame. Within moments, I was tied down in an X on the mattress, completely at their mercy.

As the women filed into the room, laughing and sipping their drinks, I realized Annie had really outdone herself this time. If this was entertainment, I was about to be the show.

FACERIDES

For what felt like an eternity, the three women took full advantage of my situation. The sound of music and laughter spilled in from the other room, punctuated by the clink of glasses as they sipped on their drinks. One by one, they rotated in and out, taking turns riding my face while the others partied.

Each woman had her own style, and while I tried to focus on doing a good job for each of them, the sensory overload was intense. The taste of each woman was different—unique and intoxicating in its own way. V’s taste was familiar by now, musky and strong but not overwhelming. Cindy had a sweeter, subtler taste, and her scent reminded me of some floral perfume she must have spritzed on before the evening began. Kay, the soon-to-be sister-in-law, was entirely new territory. Her taste was sharper, more tangy, and her confidence surprised me—especially given her laughter and slight nervousness when the evening began.

The physical sensations were just as varied. V was more commanding, sitting heavily on my face, grinding with a slow, deliberate motion. Cindy was playful, shifting her hips lightly, almost teasing me as she occasionally reached down to tweak my nipples. Kay, on the other hand, had an unfiltered passion, pressing down with an almost frantic intensity that made it hard to keep up with her rhythm.

Through it all, Annie was on FaceTime, watching and enjoying the show. Her laughter mixed with theirs as they occasionally moved the iPad into the other room to toast her and update her on my progress. Those moments were the most nerve-wracking—whenever Annie wasn’t “present,” the women seemed to take it as a cue to ramp up the intensity.

When Annie wasn’t watching, V yanked my hair sharply, pulling my face deeper into her. Cindy slapped my chest and face lightly, murmuring about how I needed to work harder if I wanted to please her. Kay, surprisingly, was the most aggressive—reaching down to pinch my nose shut so I couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, forcing me to focus entirely on pleasing her before she’d let up.

I started to wonder if this was all planned. Did they wait for Annie to “step out” before taking things up a notch? My body was aching, my jaw was sore, and my senses were on overload.

Then came the bombshell. Annie’s voice piped up from the iPad. “Alright, ladies, I have an early morning meeting, so I’m heading to bed.”

What? I panicked inwardly. Annie was my safety net. As much as I trusted her to orchestrate these challenges, I realized how much her virtual presence had kept me grounded. Without her watching, the dynamic felt much more unpredictable.

As the iPad screen went dark, I felt a shift in the room. The women exchanged glances, mischievous smiles creeping across their faces. V leaned down, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “You’re ours now.”

And with that, the real challenge began.

Crap.

WHILE MY WIFE WAS COMPLETELY AWAY

Once Annie ended the FaceTime call, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The playful yet controlled energy from earlier turned sharper, more intense. The women’s laughter seemed louder, their touches rougher, and their inhibitions almost nonexistent. I was still strapped down, helpless, and starting to feel a lot more exposed than I had before.

V climbed onto my face, her thighs pressing heavily against my cheeks as she began grinding hard. Her scent was overwhelming, musky and intoxicating, as I worked my tongue furiously to keep up with her pace. She wasn’t gentle this time—she pinched my nipples, rolling them between her fingers with a cruel edge that made me arch involuntarily. Every time I tried to shift, her grip tightened, and she let out a low chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. Breathing was becoming difficult as her grinding became more aggressive, her movements almost punishing.

The sudden chime of the doorbell pulled her off me. I gasped for air as she left the room, leaving me momentarily alone with Cindy and Kay. Moments later, V returned with a new guest. “This is Jan,” she announced, a sly smile on her lips.

Jan’s eyes raked over me, predatory and unapologetic. She wasn’t here to play coy, and I could feel the weight of her stare on my bound body. V and Cindy left the room as Kay perched herself back on my face, effectively silencing any protest I might have had.

“Does Jan want a ride?” Kay teased, her tone light but laced with something darker. Jan smirked, shaking her head. “No, I’ve got other plans.”

As I worked feverishly to bring Kay to climax yet again, my mind raced, wondering what “other plans” could mean. My senses were on overload—the taste of Kay’s arousal, the heat of her body against my face, the sounds of the women laughing and talking above me. And then I felt it: hands on my cock.

Jan’s grip was firm and unrelenting as she grabbed me through the fabric of my sweatpants. “Look at this,” she said, almost mockingly. “So hard—and he’s soaked through his pants!” Both women erupted into laughter. My face burned with humiliation, but my body betrayed me. I was rock hard, and there was no hiding it.

Jan’s hands were suddenly at my waistband, and before I could say anything, she was pulling my pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. I tried to speak, to remind them of the rules, but Kay yanked my hair hard, burying my face deeper into her. “Focus, baby,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Relax,” Jan purred. “Don’t worry, I know the rules.” Her tone was anything but reassuring. My mind screamed protest, but my body was betraying me again, caught somewhere between fear and overwhelming arousal.

Her hands returned to my now-exposed cock, stroking me with an expertise that made it impossible to think clearly. My hips bucked involuntarily as her grip tightened, the sensation almost too much after being edged by the intense facerides for so long.

Just as I thought she might finish me off with her hand—a violation, sure, but one I could rationalize—I felt her move with purpose. Her fingers worked quickly, slipping something snug and familiar around my cock and balls. The cold pressure of the cock ring was unmistakable, designed to keep me painfully, gloriously hard for as long as she wanted.

And then, as Kay continued riding my face, I felt it—the unmistakable sensation of a condom rolling down the length of my shaft. My heart pounded as realization hit. I was utterly at their mercy, and whatever Jan had planned was about to push every boundary I thought I had.

FUCKED

By this point, I was terrified. Was Jan really about to fuck me? I struggled to speak, to protest, but with Kay grinding down hard on my face, all that came out was a muffled, garbled mess: “MMMPFF FFFUCNOO PLLLLLLES!” If they heard me, they gave no indication.

And then it happened. I felt Jan climb on top of me, her weight pressing down as she straddled my hips. Her hand reached down, grabbing my cock with precision, and I could feel her guiding it to her entrance. Time seemed to slow as she lowered herself, and for the first time in many, many years, I was inside a pussy that didn’t belong to Annie.

Here’s the thing—I love this position: one woman on my face, one riding my cock. But it has always been Annie, either as the one on my face or the one on my cock. The realization that this was someone else—that I was being taken beyond the limits Annie had set—filled me with a mix of fear, guilt, and forbidden excitement.

Jan wasn’t holding back. She began bouncing on me with abandon, her hips slamming down with enough force to make the bed creak. Her heat enveloped me completely, every sensation heightened by the overwhelming intensity of the moment. Her nails dug into my chest as she leaned forward, her pace relentless. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her movements filled the room, mixing with her breathy moans and the occasional smack of her hand against my thighs.

Above me, Kay continued to ride my face, her arousal soaking me as I tried to keep up with her demands. She gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head into her with almost painful insistence. Her taste was intoxicating, her thighs trembling as she ground down harder. I could feel her body shudder as she came, her hips rolling in a slow, languid motion before she picked up the pace again.

I was spiraling between guilt and arousal, shame and uncontrollable desire. The helplessness of being tied down and used like this—taken beyond what I thought were hard boundaries—added an edge I couldn’t deny. I felt mortified at the realization of what was happening, or what I thought was happening. I kept thinking, This is sexual assault. But at the same time, my body betrayed me completely, reacting to every thrust, every movement, with a ferocious hunger I couldn’t suppress.

I thought of Annie. What would she say? What would she do when she found out? I imagined her anger, her disappointment. I thought about how this would destroy her friendship with V. Surely she couldn’t be upset at me though, right? There was nothing I could do. The emotions churned in my gut, but Jan’s pace was unrelenting, her moans growing louder as she chased her release.

For what I’m told were ten excruciatingly intense minutes, it continued. Jan’s movements grew faster, more erratic, her nails scratching down my chest as she cried out. Kay came again, her legs trembling on either side of my head. The humiliation, the fear, the arousal—it all reached a fever pitch, and I felt like I was about to lose control completely.

CAUGHT

Suddenly, the door swung open. V’s voice cut through the chaos like a knife. “See? I told you he was fucking!”

Panic surged through me. Kay pulled off my face, and I tried to scream, to explain, but before I could get a word out, Kay shoved her panties into my mouth. “Shut up, stud!” she said, laughing as she held them in place.

I was silenced, helpless, my heart pounding in my chest as V approached. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I was sure this had gone way too far.

V moved into my line of sight, holding her phone up with Annie on FaceTime. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Jan slowed her movements, her hips still rolling gently on my cock, her weight pressing me into the mattress. I tried to blubber through the gag, my protests muffled and desperate, but all it did was choke me further.

Annie’s voice was calm but firm. “Jan, would you be a dear and let him breathe?”

Jan smirked, leaning forward to remove Kay’s panties from my mouth. My lips were raw from the pressure, and the moment they were free, I started crying out, my voice a mess of apologies and explanations: “It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t want—”

“Stop.” Annie’s command cut through my panic, sharp and decisive.

I froze, my body trembling under Jan’s weight as she sat on me, impaled my by cock.

THE REVEAL

Annie smiled. “Relax, Zeek. This was all my plan. Jan is a professional—a very skilled one, might I add. I wanted you to experience this, and you’re doing so well. Now, I want you to stop worrying and enjoy yourself.”

Her tone shifted, soft yet commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. Somehow, amidst the chaos and my earlier fear, I stayed hard. No, more than that—I felt myself swell further under Jan’s warmth. The power in Annie’s voice, the reassurance that this was all orchestrated, combined with the realization that she wanted me to embrace this moment, was intoxicating.

THE FUCKING

Jan’s grin widened as Annie gave her the green light. “You heard her,” she said, her voice sultry and teasing. “Time to enjoy yourself.”

Jan picked up the pace, her hips slamming down against mine, the wet sound of her arousal filling the room. Her heat was overwhelming, gripping me with a rhythmic tightness that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through my body. She knew exactly what she was doing, angling her movements to hit every sensitive spot, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

I could barely move, my arms and legs bound securely to the bed. The only control I had was a slight tilt of my hips, meeting her movements as best I could. But Jan was in charge. She rode me with a mix of skill and ferocity, her nails raking down my chest, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

“Look at him,” V teased from the side. “He’s loving it. Annie, you’ve really trained him well.”

Annie laughed through the phone. “He’s doing exactly what he should. Jan, make sure he remembers this.”

Jan leaned forward, her hands gripping my shoulders for leverage as she slowed her rhythm. I thought she was giving me a break, but instead, she tightened around me deliberately, edging me closer to release. Just as I was about to tip over the edge, she stopped completely, her hips still, her pussy pulsing around me.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “We’re going to make this last.”

I groaned in frustration, my body straining against the bindings, desperate for more.

Jan began again, slower this time, her movements deliberate and teasing. She built me up, her rhythm steady and relentless, only to stop again right before I could cum.

The way she clenched and released around me was maddening, her control over my body absolute. My cock throbbed, aching for release, but she held me on the edge with expert precision. The other women watched, their laughter and teasing adding to the intensity. V leaned in close, brushing her fingers lightly over my chest. “He looks like he’s about to explode. What do you think, Kay?”

Kay smirked. “I think Jan’s doing a fantastic job. But he’s not allowed to finish until Annie says so, right?”

Annie’s voice came through the phone, firm and commanding. “That’s right. Jan, you’re in charge of keeping him exactly where he is.”

Jan grinned, leaning back and picking up her pace again. This time, there was no teasing, no stopping. She rode me hard, her moans filling the room as she chased her own release. Her hands gripped my chest, her nails digging in as her hips slammed down against mine.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed, and with a guttural moan, I felt myself tip over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me like a wave. Jan followed moments later, her cries mixing with mine as she collapsed against my chest, her breath hot and ragged.

Annie’s voice cut through the haze. “Good boy, Zeek. You did so well.”

The praise sent a final shiver down my spine, leaving me completely spent and utterly satisfied.

THE AFTERMATH

As Jan climbed off me, I lay there, completely spent, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walk toward V, who handed her an envelope. It was a quick exchange—professional, business-like—and then Jan left the bedroom without a word. The door closed behind her, and I felt an odd mix of relief and lingering arousal.

Still sprawled out on the bed, I mustered the energy to speak. “If anyone needs more…uh…service, I’m happy to oblige,” I offered weakly, half-hoping they’d decline.

To my immense relief, V and Kay both laughed. “Oh, honey, we’ve had our fill for the night,” V said, her tone playful but definitive. “You’ve been a very good boy.”

V moved to untie my wrist cuffs while Kay worked on my ankles. My muscles ached from being bound for so long, and I groaned softly as I stretched out. Once I was free, I sat up, pulling my sweatpants and boxers back into place. My shirt was crumpled on the floor, so I grabbed it, slipping it on quickly as the women continued chatting and laughing, the party clearly still in full swing.

“Would you like a drink before you go?” V offered, holding up a glass of wine.

I shook my head. “Thank you, but I have to drive,” I said, trying to sound polite as I edged toward the door.

They didn’t press me. Instead, V gave me a sly smile. “Well, tell Annie she’s got one hell of a sub. And thanks for being such a good sport tonight.”

Kay chimed in, “You’ve earned your rest, Zeek. Drive safe.”

I mumbled a thank-you, eager to get out of there. My heart was still racing from the night’s events, and my mind was spinning as I stepped out of the apartment and into the cool October air.

As I made my way to my car, I couldn’t help but smile—an odd mix of exhaustion, satisfaction, and relief washing over me. Whatever Annie had in store for my next challenge, I was certain it would be just as unforgettable. But for now, I was happy to get the hell home and decompress.