Zeek’s Femdom Adventure 5: Mastering the BJ Dildo

How Annie and Mizz Geena Changed My Role

Late in June, Annie had to go away for four days. This time, she decided to shake things up and enlist someone different to help with my challenge—not one of her usual friends, but one of my coworkers from the magazine: Mizz Geena.

I found out later that Annie had reached out to Mizz Geena for some ideas, and together, they crafted this new challenge. The morning after Annie left for her trip, I received an email. The first thing I noticed was that it was from Mizz Geena, but I wasn’t the primary recipient—Annie was. I was just cc’d.

My immediate thought? Oh, shit, this can’t be good.

“Annie, this is the address for the store. Send him there, he just needs to pickup the order ready under my name, Mizz Geena - I’ll send the pickup receipt separate. This is not a small purchase, so he needs to make sure to check the product in the store, make sure there are no problems with it. They are very helpful there, so he also should ask them if there’s anything he needs to know about the device, and he can explain that his wife will be using it with him.”  Included was the address.

So, I had no clue what I was being sent to pick up, but the address was clear: She Bop, an adult sex toy shop. After some quick online research, it actually seemed like a pretty cool place. She Bop is a feminist, sex-positive boutique that focuses on body-safe toys, lingerie, books, and pleasure products. They cater to all genders and sexualities, with an emphasis on education and empowerment. Their inclusivity and wide range of products, from vibrators to BDSM gear, along with workshops on sexual wellness, made the place sound really great.

But that didn’t change the fact that I had to walk in there, pick up some mystery item, and then ask how to use it. Oye.

The store itself was welcoming, and the clerks were super kind. They had my order ready, and when I pulled the item out of the bag, I could feel my face go bright red. It was a massive dildo—not just any dildo, though, it was the “BJ Dildo.” This thing was enormous and specifically designed for blowjobs. The clerks, doing their best not to react to my embarrassment, explained in detail how it worked. There’s a hole in the tip that extends down to a 1″ diameter opening at the base, creating incredible suction for the wearer when someone sucks on the head.

After that ordeal, my task for the next couple of days was to practice. Yep, I had to film myself giving a blowjob to this monster toy, and then send clips to Annie throughout the day. It made her happy, and she was clearly excited about using it when she got home.

Here’s the thing about Annie—she’s the sweetest, most feminine woman you’ll ever meet. But the moment she has what she calls “a penis of her own”—usually in the form of a strap-on—she taps into a whole new sense of power. This BJ Dildo? Yeah, it was going to be a real game-changer for her.

When Annie got back from her business trip, she wasted no time putting my “blowjob expert” skills to the test. I wasn’t thrilled with the nickname, but I was definitely eager to show her what I’d learned. As usual, Annie took full control, but this time The BJ Dildo added a whole new level of power to her dominance. She could face fuck me while actually feeling my efforts, and that made the experience way more intense for both of us.

“Show me what you’ve learned, baby,” she said with a teasing smile, her voice laced with dominance. I took a deep breath and leaned in, my lips meeting the tip of the cock. The texture was familiar from my days of practice, but now there was the added thrill of Annie standing over me, watching my every move with an intense gaze. I started slowly, licking up and down the shaft, circling the head with my tongue, just like she had me practice. Annie moaned softly, her hips moving forward ever so slightly, pushing the cock toward me. I followed her lead, my lips wrapping around the shaft as I bobbed my head, taking more of the cock into my mouth with each motion.

As I worked the length of the cock, Annie’s hands found their way to the back of my head, gently guiding me at first, but with increasing insistence. She loved the control, the sensation of being able to thrust into my mouth while feeling the resistance and the pull of my lips as I sucked. I could feel myself getting lost in the rhythm, my mouth slick with saliva as I struggled to keep up with the relentless pace she was setting. The sound of my gagging only seemed to encourage her as she began to push deeper, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust.

“Use your tongue,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry. I immediately responded, swirling my tongue along the shaft as I took her deeper, doing my best to please her. The taste of the silicone cock mixed with the faint hint of Annie’s own arousal as I licked the shaft, my lips slipping along its length as she bucked her hips. Annie’s moans grew louder, more urgent, and I could tell she was enjoying the sensation of control. Each time she pulled my head down harder, her thrusts became more powerful, facefucking me with an intensity that made me gasp for breath whenever she let me come up for air.

The session went on for what felt like an eternity, with Annie taking her time, savoring every moment. My jaw ached, and my throat felt raw from the constant gagging, but I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. The dynamic between us had shifted in a way that made me feel both vulnerable and aroused. Annie’s pleasure was paramount, and I was determined to give her exactly what she wanted.

As her movements grew more erratic, I knew she was getting close. Her breath quickened, her grip on my head tightened, and her moans became louder, almost guttural. “I’m gonna cum,” she growled, and with that, she shoved my head down one final time, forcing the entire length of the cock deep into my throat. I gagged hard as the cock slammed against my tonsils, the tip pressing painfully into the back of my throat. My eyes watered, and my body instinctively fought to pull away, but Annie held me firmly in place, grinding her hips against my face as she rode out her orgasm.

Her body shook with the intensity of it, her moans echoing in the room as she came hard, her hips thrusting forward, driving the cock even deeper. I could barely breathe, my face smashed against her pelvis, the cock filling my mouth and throat completely. It was overwhelming, and yet, there was something deeply erotic about being so completely at her mercy in that moment. I could taste her juices faintly, mixing with the bitterness of my own saliva, and even though I was gagging, I felt an undeniable surge of pride at having pleased her so thoroughly.

When Annie finally released her grip on my head, I pulled back, gasping for air, my face a mess of spit and sweat. She looked down at me, her chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Good boy,” she said softly, her voice filled with approval. “You really are my little blowjob expert now, aren’t you?”

I managed a weak smile in response, still trying to catch my breath, my body aching from the effort. Despite the intensity, the humiliation, and the soreness in my throat, there was no denying how much Annie had enjoyed it—and in some ways, I had too.