Zeek’s Femdom Adventure 9: Servicing Her Friend with a Massage… and more.

In late August of 2024, my wife Annie went away for a 3-day business trip. On the second day, I got a new challenge: “Visit V. 9pm. Give her a Full Body Massage. Happy Ending. Your Pants Stay On.”

That last part—pants stay on—was non-negotiable. Annie had drilled that rule into my head after the debacle with June. I was determined not to mess it up again. Honestly, I knew myself well enough to be a little worried; as a sub, when a Domme gives a direct order, I feel like I’m just wired to obey, even if it crosses a line. So if a woman ever flat-out ordered me to pull down my pants, well…I’m not sure I’d be able to resist.

But with V, that wasn’t really my concern. She’d never shown any interest in taking things beyond her own pleasure. This was all about making her feel good, not about any mutual exchange. So, while the “pants stay on” part was always lurking in the back of my mind, I felt more confident about this visit than the one with June.

About Massages

Massages have kind of always been my thing, even back in high school and college. I developed a bit of a reputation for giving them, especially once Annie figured out how much she loved them—and how good I was at them. She’d even have me give massages to her friends. Those sessions often got pretty intimate, and I’d say I became pretty talented when it came to the “happy endings.” Almost always, though, Annie was right there, making sure things stayed exactly as she wanted them. Once the massage ended, that was it—no extra contact, no crossing lines. It was all about me being there to please these women, nothing more, nothing reciprocated. Annie has always set the boundaries, and I’ve learned to stay well within them.

V’s Massage

Fast forward to that night, and there was V, lying naked on the bed, stretched out in front of me, ready for the massage. I started with her shoulders, working out the tension in her muscles, feeling her start to relax under my hands. My hands moved slowly down her spine, pressing gently but firmly, working the knots out of her back. Her skin was soft and warm, responding with every pass of my hands.

When I got to her feet, I remembered my last experience—being ordered to worship them with my mouth, which hadn’t exactly been enjoyable. But tonight, it felt different, more sensual, like I was connected to her body without the intensity of the past experience. I ran my thumbs along her arches, massaging each toe, feeling her settle deeper into the bed, letting herself enjoy it.

Moving up to her lower back, I placed my hands firmly against her hips, kneading slowly, working my way over her beautiful ass. I couldn’t help but admire her body, but I kept my focus on making this massage as relaxing for her as possible. I pressed my palms along the curves, keeping my touch soft yet intentional, giving her the relaxation she deserved.

Then she turned over, meeting my gaze for a moment, giving a slight nod to continue. I started at her collarbone, working down her arms and tracing my fingers along her ribs, easing any tension I found. My hands grazed her breasts, and with her permission, I massaged them lightly, careful not to linger. I knew that staying there too long would be more about my own pleasure than hers, so I moved on, letting my hands drift over her stomach and down to her thighs.

Finally, I reached the spot between her legs. Gently, I began fingering her, watching her breathing change, feeling her body respond to my touch. She seemed to be enjoying it, close to letting go, her breathing shallow, her muscles starting to tense. I thought she was on the edge, and I focused, trying to bring her to that final release.

The Slap

But suddenly, out of nowhere, she slapped me, hard, across the face. “Stop,” she ordered, her voice cold, her gaze fixed and unwavering. She reached for her phone and I knew things were about to take a turn. She called Annie, telling her I was doing “okay,” but made it clear that she just couldn’t come without either a cock or a tongue. Annie, after a brief pause, agreed that I could go down on her—as long as she stayed on Facetime to supervise. I’ve gone down on women before without Annie watching, but tonight, with V, she wanted to stay on the line. Maybe it was trust, or maybe she just wanted to see for herself. Either way, I was about to dive in.

Diving In

I lowered myself between V’s legs, feeling the intensity of her gaze and Annie’s on Facetime. I started slow, running my tongue along her clit, tracing patterns and teasing her, easing into a rhythm. But V wasn’t in the mood for gentle. She grabbed the back of my head, her fingers digging into my scalp, pulling me in hard. Her hips pressed up to my face, grinding as she took control, pushing me deeper.

And just as suddenly, she’d pull my head back, giving me only a split second to gasp for air before slapping me across the face. Her hand was rough and demanding, and before I could even process it, she’d shove my face back between her legs. It was intense, disorienting, and more aggressive than I’d expected. I couldn’t tell if I was coming or going—my tongue was working nonstop, only to be interrupted every time she yanked my head back or shoved me forward. At one point, I even bit my own tongue, and the sharp sting made my eyes water, but I didn’t dare stop.

The rough treatment reminded me of the dildo gag incident, where V used me solely for her own pleasure, with no thought for my comfort. I could tell this was the same thing—she was entirely focused on her own experience, and whether I was comfortable or not wasn’t even a consideration. I like going down on a woman, and the thrill of her taking what she wanted, her raw disregard for me, sparked this strange mix of anger and arousal I couldn’t quite put into words.

I was furious, yet the aggression, the loss of control, had me incredibly turned on.

An Eternity of Servicing her

We went at it for what felt like an eternity. V was relentless, taking control at every turn. At one point, she rolled me onto my back and straddled my face, pressing her hips down hard, leaving me barely room to breathe as I worked my tongue against her. She moved with purpose, grinding, her hands gripping my head, dictating the rhythm without a moment’s mercy. But in the end, it was back on her terms—her lying on her back, me between her legs, giving it everything I had.

Finally, I felt her body tense, her breath catch, and then she came, hard. She clamped her thighs around my head, and I held steady, letting her ride out every wave. When it was over, she released me, and I stumbled back, catching my breath. My shirt was completely soaked, a mix of her juices and my own sweat. I should’ve thought to take it off beforehand, but I guess I hadn’t realized just how intense this would get.

With a satisfied smirk, V thanked me and gestured toward the door, her demeanor casual, as though we hadn’t just gone through that ordeal. I nodded, grabbed my things, and let myself out, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion.

As I drove home, I called Annie back on Facetime. She’d been watching the whole time, and her tone was warm and approving. “You did well,” she said with a grin, assuring me that I’d passed the challenge.