2 comments/ 156956 views/ 34 favorites A Femdom Weekend By: SubFlaGuy I was sitting alone, nude in the motel whirlpool. I hadn’t climbed in that way. In fact, until just a couple of minutes ago, I had been wearing my swimming trunks and was sipping daiquiris between two beautiful women, one of them my mistress, Rachel. And that’s how I came to be nude. Not because of the daiquiris, but because of Rachel and the relationship we had a (AS) mistress and sub. Let me back up for a minute. When Rachel and I began dating, I was not aware she was dominant, at least not on a conscious level. But, though I am professionally successful and quite the ‘take charge’ guy at work, I am submissive by nature in my personal relationships. Rachel must have picked up on that. When we began dating, she immediately started calling the shots. Everything from where we went for dinner to what movies we saw, and especially if it involved putting me in humiliating situations. And was she ever sexual! Tall, busty, and in great shape, she enjoyed sex in all its forms, as long as she controlled the action. Among the things Rachel enjoyed was getting away for long weekends at hotels in random locations. And when we were there, away from people we both knew, she loved embarrassing me and showing her control. Until then, we had always been alone, but this weekend we were there with a girlfriend of hers from years before. I had never met Susan until that weekend, but had heard of her often. She and Rachel talked on the telephone regularly, but I had no idea that Rachel had told her of our games, much less that Rachel would even dream of playing with me while Susan was present. Was I ever wrong. Anyway, we were staying in a chain motel, one that featured an indoor whirlpool in all of its locations. The three of us were enjoying our drinks in the whirlpool that evening when Rachel, who was sitting on my right, suddenly said in her firm, calm voice, “I’m in charge.” I was startled. By the terms of my submission, that was my signal that we were changing from a ‘vanilla’ relationship into our dominant and submissive roles. I was required to respond, “Yes, mistress.” Normally when I heard those words we were in private, though I had occasionally had heard them in a restaurant or some other place where others were near enough to overhear, but I had never heard them when we were around anyone we actually knew. I was confused and hesitated verbally stumbled before responding to her. I turned my head to her so that Susan on my left would not hear. Rachel smiled deviously and said, “You were slow in answering, and you answered too softly. Try again.” I now knew for certain she intended for Susan to hear and said, “Yes, mistress,” loudly enough for both of them to hear clearly. Her next words were simple, “Take off your suit and give it to me.” I am sure I flushed red. The bubbles were swirling around covering us below the water, so, except for the embarrassment of Susan knowing what I was being required to do, this was safe enough. I reached underwater, took them off and handed them to Rachel. She squeezed the excess water out and tossed them out of my reach to near where we had put our belongings before entering the whirlpool. Being naked next to them was exciting, humiliating and scary. “Let’s just enjoy the water for a while, shall we?” She asked. I glanced at Susan. She was sitting with her right leg pressed close to my left one and was looking at me with a smile. Rachel pressed her leg against me from the other side. We sat that way for a few minutes enjoying the steamy water and then Rachel said, “Okay, now, make yourself hard for us.” No problem. That was a process that had already begun, though they could not see that through the bubbles. I reached down and stroked myself, but soon found hands on each thigh as they began to help me. Fully hard, now, I leaned back and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations as they teased my cock and balls. I was naked in a whirlpool with two beautiful women stroking me. “What more could I want?” I thought. But, then the attention abruptly stopped. The girls suddenly stood up and left the whirlpool. They pulled on their cover-ups, grabbed our towels, my trunks, and our room key and headed for the door. Stopping just short, Rachel said, “Stay for a least five minutes, and then come up to the room. Knock before you come in.” “Yes, mistress,” I said, wondering when she was going to throw my suit back into the whirlpool. But she didn’t and the door closed behind her. This was beyond anything we had ever done before. First, she was dominating me in front of her friend, and now she was leaving me naked in a public place. The friend was something she could control, but what if someone else wanted to use the whirlpool? Surely she would return soon. Five minutes passed, but she did not return. The thirty-minute timer on the whirlpool still had ten minutes on it. If I was going to get out, it ought to be now. There was a stack of towels across the room, but the whirlpool was in a glassed room extending into a courtyard. If I got out, anyone in any of those rooms could be looking out when I made a dash for the towels. If so, they would see everything. I looked out the windows to our suite, and, sure enough, there sat Rachel and Susan at the window watching me in the whirlpool. I would have an audience of at least two when I made my dash. So, there I sat, in a Rachel-induced dilemma. I would be okay, if I stayed put, but only while the water still whirled. But the time would soon come when it would not. On the other hand, if I got out, I would be risking exposure to Rachel, Susan and other unknown souls. I decided to make a dash to the towels. I got there and wrapped myself in one just seconds before the door came open and a couple came in for their time in the steaming water. I glanced across the courtyard and saw Rachel and Susan laughing at me. Composing myself, I ventured into the hall to head back to the room. Wrapped in the towel as I was, anyone passing by would have no way of knowing that I wasn’t wearing a suit underneath. I soon was knocking on the door. It opened only a little, just as far as the chain would allow it. “Would you like to come in?” Rachel asked, playfully. I could hear Susan giggling from somewhere behind her. “Yes, mistress,” I replied dutifully. “Do you know the password?” she asked. We’d never had anything like a password, so I laughed and said, “No.” “Oh, then,” she said, “then you must use the secret handshake.” We’d never had a secret handshake either. I shook my head with a smile. “Nope, I don’t know any secret handshakes either.” “Okay, then,” she said, “I’ll have to teach it to you. Come closer.” I took a step closer to the small opening and she reached into my towel and grabbed my semi-hard cock and began shaking it, while saying “This is the secret handshake.” I glanced quickly down the hall. Standing in a motel hallway wrapped in a towel was marginally socially acceptable; standing there with a woman shaking your cock was not. As soon as my glance was averted, Rachel snatched the towel from around my waist and drew her hand quickly back into the room, taking the towel with her. I was stunned. And naked. In a hallway. This was serious. Rachel’s face reappeared at the door and she asked again if I still wanted to come in. “Yes, mistress” I stuttered urgently, pressing myself against the door making myself as invisible as possible. I’m a large guy, so I was never going to be successful at that, as we both knew. “Okay, then, here’s the price of admission,” she said, handing me a scarf through the opening. “Tie it around your eyes.” I quickly did. “Now,” she said, “turn around and let me tie your hands.” I was worried about what I would do if she left me tied and blindfolded in the hall? But, that was only a little worse than my present situation, so I quickly turned around and presented my hands to her. Of course, this meant my cock was in view of anyone who happened into the hall, or who might be looking out the peephole opposite our room. “Please hurry,” I pleaded while doing what must have looked like a grownup version of the ‘pee pee’ dance. True to her word, though, as soon as she had my hands securely tied, she shut the door, removed the chain, reopened it and dragged me by my hands into the main room of our suite. About that time it occurred to me to wonder where Susan was. I hoped Rachel was not going to let her to see me like this. It was embarrassing enough that Susan knew that Rachel dominated me and had witnessed it in the pool, and then saw me naked from across the courtyard, but to see me naked close up was beyond my imaginings. My concerns were answered soon enough when another set of hands—Susan’s—grabbed my shoulders, turned me around and began to guide me to the bedroom. I was walked to the middle of the room and shoved facedown onto the bed. I had no chance to move before hands—Rachel’s or Susan’s, I still don’t know—spread my legs and reached under me to grab my balls and cock and began massaging them. My reddened face must have paled as the blood rushed to my cock. It felt good. Soon, another set of hands began stroking my ass, and then plunged massage oil into my ass. I knew it was massage oil, because of the aroma. Rachel and I had used it before. I moaned with the pleasure of the sensation. Since neither of them had spoken I still had no idea which one was touching me where. Meanwhile, I notice another smell, a mintier one. It seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Soon, however the hands on my cock and balls also were rubbing oil onto me there, too. Both felt good, the oil on my cock felt cool and soothing. But I had little time to enjoy it before a vibrator was slipped into my ass and it was turned on. Though still very embarrassed by Rachel allowing Susan to take part in my humiliation, I gave myself to the wonderful sensations. Immediately after the vibrator was inserted, it was started. I was flipped onto my back and my legs splayed and tied apart. Then, my hands were untied from behind my back and quickly retied out from my sides. Still, not a word had been spoken. The girls had planned this in great detail. Then, suddenly, all contact stopped, and I was left on my back to enjoy the sensations and my thoughts. For a minute or two, that is. That’s when the sensation changed from pleasurable to painful. The cool sensation on my cock and balls changed to a burning pain. Fire. At least it felt like they were on fire. I then recognized the minty aroma. It was Icy Hot, a substance I had used a few times for muscle aches. It goes on cool but changes to warm or, being on my more sensitive areas, hot. I struggled to find a way to extinguish the burning, thrusting up and to the sides, anything to create a breeze. No matter how hard I struggled, I could not touch anything and there was no breeze. I could hear the girls giggling as they watched me struggle. It was so humiliating to be writhing in faux sexual movements with no relief, and to be merely watched by the two people who were causing me this embarrassment and pain. I do not know how long I struggled, but it seemed like forever. Eventually, however, the pain began to recede. Exhausted and sweaty, I collapsed onto the bed. Finally, Rachel said from near my left side, “As you may have guessed by now, I’ve decided to step up your domination. Here are the rules for this weekend. My name to you is Mistress Rachel. Susan’s is Mistress Susan. ” Susan giggled from somewhere near the foot of the bed. Rachel continued, “I have decided to involve her in our play. Sorry I didn’t consult with you about it ahead of time, but there was one reason I didn’t: It was none of your business. (She laughed.) You are to do what either of us tells you to do. No questions asked. You are not to cum, unless you receive MY permission to. If you displease either of us, we have more Icy Hot we have my whip. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress Rachel,” I said, with a gulp. “Oh, one more thing. After this weekend, a couple of my other friends will be joining us some another time. In other words, things are going to only get worse for you.” “Who, Mistress Rachel?” I asked, not liking that idea at all. There was no response. Instead, earphones were placed around my head and a tape or CD player was turned on. Blood, Sweat and Tears. Oh great, was that symbolism, or what? In any event, it meant that on top of not being able to see or feel whatever I wanted to feel, I couldn’t hear either. What did Rachel have in mind next? It did not take me long to find out. Movement on the sides of the bed told me that both women were joining me. Soon, hands and bodies were in full contact with me, making my cock hard again and lips began kissing mine. I kissed back. Our tongues intertwined and it was obvious that I was kissing Susan, not Rachel. The mouth just lowering itself on my cock had to be Rachel’s. For a few moments, it was pure pleasure. Then, at once, both mouths removed themselves from me, and the movements told me they were leaving the bed. But only for a moment, just enough time to make sure I did not know where each was. They then reentered the bed and began touching me again. When they determined that I was hard enough, one climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my rigid cock. But which one? The other moved up on the bed and climbed onto my face. The pussy was shaved. Rachel’s was shaved, but I didn’t know about Susan’s. As the pussy on my cock began to slowly move up and down, the one on my face began to move forward and backward. What she wanted was clear. I extended my tongue and began licking and sucking. The sensations were both wonderful and confusing. An unknown woman was on my cock, another was on my face and a vibrator was still at work in my ass. It was almost a sensation overload. I began to move in time with the woman on my cock, trying to maximize both her pleasure and mine. It felt so good! Suddenly, through the haze of sensations, the thought came back to me: I was not supposed to cum without Rachel’s permission. I began to slow my up and down movement, trying to reduce the sensations, not wanting to have the Icy Hot rubbed on me again. Then, through the haze of sensations and deprivations, I heard a voice faintly, but firmly, over the blare of the headphones. It was Susan’s. “Cum,” she said. “Cum now and cum hard. That’s an order.” What to do? I badly wanted to cum, and Susan had just commanded me to. But Rachel had earlier said not to cum unless she said I could. What a deliciously diabolical dilemma. Whatever I did, I would be punished for disobeying Rachel. If I came because Susan told me to, then I would be disobeying the order not to cum unless Rachel said I could. If I did not cum, then I would be disobeying Rachel’s order to do whatever Susan said. Meanwhile, the pussy on my face began its own orgasm and my face was flooded with juices. I sputtered, “Yes, Mistress Susan,” into that pussy and came hard into the one sliding frantically up and down on my cock. My weekend in double submission had begun. A Femdom Weekend Ch. 02 Rachel (my girlfriend and mistress) and I had gone away for a long weekend with her friend Susan. Once there, I learned to my surprise that Rachel had decided to involve Susan in dominating me. I had not suspected Susan even knew we played this way, much less that she would be participating this weekend. That became apparent to me only when the three of us were in the hotel whirlpool and they directed me to strip in the bubbling water. Then, leaving me naked in the pool and, taking my bathing suit, they returned to our suite. This left me to make my way back without it. Once I reached the room, Rachel told me two things: first, I was not to cum without her permission and, second, I was to do anything Susan told me to do. At the time, I was blindfolded and bound face up on the bed. Earphones were on my head. Rachel and Susan were on top of me, one on my face and the other on my cock. I had no clue which was in which position. That was still my condition when Susan told me to cum, I was faced with a choice of disobeying Rachel either by cumming without her permission or by failing to do what Susan said. Since I knew I was likely to be punished anyway, I decided I'd rather it be for cumming than for not. I shot up into whosever pussy was sliding up and down my cock, bucking and straining because of the excitement of the situation and the ecstasy of my release. As I began to get soft, the pussy on my face climbed off and the one on my cock moved up to my face, placing itself squarely on my mouth. I heard Rachel's faint voice call out to me to suck it dry. I hate eating my own cum and being forced to do so is humiliating, but Rachel enjoyed humiliating me. That, in fact, was the basis of her dominating me. And while I loved her having control of my body, I certainly did not like everything she did, that included. But, since I had no choice (because I voluntarily submitted to her command, but also because I was bound at the moment), I obeyed. Adding to my humiliation was that this was the first time I had ever been forced to eat my cum in the presence of someone other than Rachel, and maybe it was even from the pussy of someone other than Rachel. I opened my mouth and snaked my tongue into the pussy on my face, reaching in and emptying it of my cum and its own juices. Soon, the pussy began to rub itself up and down. An orgasm was obviously approaching. Clamping my mouth over the clit, I began to lick and suck. I continued until the pussy came violently into my mouth. The warm body attached to that pussy then collapsed onto my body and lay there for a while holding me, and then rolled off and left the bed. The headphones were taken off and Rachel said to me, "We're going to take a shower now, and then we'll come back for you. In the meantime, don't go anywhere." They giggled as they left. "Don't go anywhere?" my mind screamed. Though the headphones were off, I was still tied spread eagle on the bed and blindfolded. Where did she think I was going to go? The sounds from the bathroom—they obviously had the door open so that I would be able to hear them—made it apparent that Rachel and Susan were not only taking a shower together, but enjoying each other's bodies in the process. Giggles and moans, perhaps in part for my titillation, but obviously showing their enjoyment of their explorations, filtered into the bedroom. Rachel had never discussed any previous bisexual experiences, and I had assumed she hadn't had any. I still don't know whether this bathroom experience was her first. All I know is that every time I had been with her and Susan before that day, I had never noticed any sexual tension between them. Eventually, the shower stopped and I could hear their voices as they dried off and got dressed. I was disappointed at this. I still had not seen Susan naked, and I wanted to see her body. What I had seen in her one-piece swimsuit was attractive, and I wanted to see more. In fact, though I haven't mentioned it so far, both she and Rachel are pretty women. Susan is tall, slender and blond. Her legs are those of an athlete; her chest is full and firm. Rachel is also tall and slender, but dark, of Italian descent. Though not as athletic as Susan, her breasts and her striking face more than make up for it. They came into the bedroom, and I heard drawers and the closet opening and closing. They did not speak to me and I also remained silent, as I had been trained by Rachel to do. I am only to speak when answering a question or responding to a statement. Eventually, the bustling stopped and then the outside door opened and closed. The suite became silent. They were gone. How long were they planning to leave me this way? Fortunately, they were not away long. They came back talking and giggling just a few minutes later. They came to the bed and sat on either side of me. Susan spoke. "We've got a few surprises for you." "Yes, Mistress Susan?" I asked. "First, the good news. You're taking us out to dinner." "Yes, Mistress Susan, I'd like to do that," I said. As much as I liked being submissive to Rachel, this play was more intense than anything we'd ever done, and I wanted some time off to process the events of the afternoon. The physical pleasure was wonderful, but I still wasn't sure how I liked Susan being allowed to dominate me, too. "Now, the even better news," Rachel said. "We get to pick what you wear." "No problem there," I thought. I had packed for myself and had brought nothing that would be a problem. "Yes, Mistress Rachel," I said. Rachel continued, "You are to wear your shorts, a knit shirt and your sandals. No socks and no underwear. You are also to wear these." With that two soft, light objects were placed on my naked torso. I had no idea what they were. "Yes, Mistress Rachel," I said, wondering what it was that I was agreeing to wear. "But first, you need to take a shower," she said. There was no doubt about that. I was sweaty and covered with the girls' fluids. "We're going to untie you, but you need to keep the blindfold on. Make your own way to the shower, and wait there for us." They undid my bonds and I felt my way to the bathroom. At least I had general idea where it was. I bumped into a dresser once and a wall another time on my way, but I was walking cautiously, so no harm was done. (This reminded me of one of the first times Rachel had dominated me. A friend of hers had gone out of town, and she had borrowed the friend's house for the weekend. She blindfolded me in the car on the way over, so I wouldn't know where I was. She left me blindfolded the entire day. Since I had never seen the house, she enjoyed making me find the bathroom, getting things for her from the kitchen and the like. She had one rule about my little excursions: If I opened a door, I had to go all the way through it before I could turn around. That worked okay enough until I managed to open an outside door. I had to go out onto the porch or patio before I could turn around and come back in. I did not know whether I was in the front or the back of the house at the time. Scary.) Anyway, once I made it into the bathroom I climbed into the shower and waited. Rachel came into the bathroom with me and told me to sit down. "Remember how I told you that you would be punished if you came without my permission?" Rachel asked. "Yes, Mistress Rachel," I said, instinctively closing my legs for fear of more Icy Hot being applied to my cock and balls. I heard and felt one of them climb in with me. Her bare legs brushed against me as I sat in the corner. Her legs then moved between mine, spreading them apart. I shuddered with the thought of what would happen next. Moments later, though, warm water hit my face. She was peeing on my chest! Either Rachel or Susan was peeing on me. Rachel's voice then came from outside the shower, "Open your mouth." I hesitated only a moment before obeying her. The stream of warm water (it was now obvious that it was from Susan) moved up my chest, onto my face and into my mouth. "Swallow," Rachel commanded from outside the shower. I had never done this before, but found the sensation vaguely pleasant. A woman whom I still had never seen naked, but who been one of two to come on my face several minutes before was now peeing into my mouth. And my mistress was commanding me to swallow it. How humiliating and how erotic. The stream slowed and Susan lowered herself to my face and said, "Finish licking me dry." I did as she commanded and she moaned with pleasure for a minute for two before standing up. She was replaced with Rachel, who directed her own stream into my hair and upper face before lowering herself directly to seal my mouth with her pussy to force me to consume the rest of her fluid. Once she finished, she also directed me to clean her up. I did, and she also seemed to enjoy the contact briefly becoming pulling away and standing up. "There," said Rachel, "now don't start thinking you can predict or control your punishments. Take your shower now, and then remove your blindfold and join us back in the bedroom." I showered quickly, my cock rigid with the excitement of this latest turn in events. Once I finished and had dried myself off, I went into the bedroom and found Rachel and Susan sitting on the bed waiting for me. Both were holding leather straps. They were fully dressed again and I was once again deprived of the chance to see Susan's body. "These," Susan said, "are what you agreed to wear for us tonight. Lie down on your back and we'll help you put them on." I started to get hard again, but Rachel flicked her fingernail against one of my balls and said she would keep doing that until I got soft again. Which happened immediately. Smiling at the success of her technique, Rachel then looped one end of one of the straps around the base of my cock and tied it there. She wrapped it around my cock until she reached the head and tied it there as well. Four feet or so still hung loose. Susan took her strap and tied one end tightly around my balls, leaving the rest dangling. The girls held onto the loose ends and stood up to examine the results of their efforts. They took turns jerking the straps making my cock and balls dance. "Yes," Rachel said, "I think this will work just fine. Good idea, Susan." This was an interesting twist. Until that moment, I had assumed that Rachel was calling the shots and coming up with the ideas, but now it seems that Susan had been an active participant in the planning as well as the execution. This brought into question whether Rachel's many previous creative ideas all had been her own. It was obvious that Rachel and Susan had planned today's events well before we arrived. Maybe Susan had been dominating me by proxy before today, too. With that provocative thought, I began to become hard again, only to be stopped by the leather wrapped around me. The devious nature of the strap wrapped so securely around my cock suddenly became real to me. "We're keeping you on these leashes all night," Susan said, with a sly grin, "even at the restaurant, because that way we'll get you to follow us anywhere." She yanked the strap securing my balls to emphasize her point. "Even at the restaurant?" I whimpered, surprised to hear my own voice. (News flash, my brain said: More punishment to follow.) "Especially in the restaurant," Susan said firmly. "Get dressed so we can go." I went over to the dresser and opened the drawer containing my clothes. It was empty. I checked the other ones. Two were empty, and the other two contained Rachel's and Susan's clothing. I went to the closet and found the same thing there. My clothes were nowhere to be found. My suitcase was gone, too. I looked elsewhere in the room, and in the front room of the suite, but found neither my suitcase nor any my clothes. "Hurry," Rachel taunted, "we're getting hungry." I knew I was not supposed to talk without permission, and doubtless would be punished for doing so without permission, but I had no other way of finding my clothes. "I am sorry Mistress Rachel, but I need help finding my clothes." "You know you shouldn't talk," Rachel said, sternly, "And that's twice now, so we're going to have to punish you for that, but I'll be happy to help you find your clothes. They're out in the trunk of the car." I blanched. Then Susan joined in. "But your clothes for tonight aren't out there. We're not that cruel." I sighed in relief, but then Susan continued, "They're down the hall, in the vending area, on top of the icemaker. You've got ten minutes to get ready." I must have had a panicked look on my face. I certainly felt panicked. I had successfully traversed the hallway naked once already today, and now apparently had to do it again if I wanted clothes to wear tonight. The girls laughed as I inched towards the door, cracked it and looked out. A couple was walking by and looked over at the sound of my opening it. Fortunately, I was still behind the door and they could not see anything but my face. I jumped back and shut it as the girls doubled over in laughter behind me. I turned to them with a silent plea, but they merely waved me towards the door again. This time, I looked out the peephole first. The hallway seemed clear. I cracked the door again and peeked out. Still clear. The ice machine was at the end of the hall, perhaps a hundred feet away. I eased the door closed behind me, hoping it would not catch in case I needed to come dashing back before reaching the vending area. Click. It did not cooperate. This was no time to dally. I turned to run and caught my foot on the strap wrapped around my cock, pulling it hard. I yelped, grabbed the strap, and holding it off the floor, continued my run. I reached the vending area just as I heard the sound of distant voices behind me. There was no going back now and, depending on where they were heading, only a brief time to get my clothes and put them on. I felt on top of the icemaker, but no clothes. I sucked my breath in. I stretched on my tiptoes, reaching as far back as I could, and felt material in the back corner. I grabbed it and pulled it towards me. I located my shorts first and out them on. At least now I was not going to get arrested. I put my shirt on quickly, too. Still no shoes. I looked around the side of the machine and, sure enough, there they were, apparently having fallen off the side. I put them on just as two middle-aged women passed by. They glanced quickly and then turned back to their conversation before doing a double take back at me. They were looking at the two straps dangling out the legs of my shorts. They continued walking, but the tone of their conversation sure changed. My face was doubtless red. I tucked the straps back up my leg and into my shorts, and then walked back to the room. Susan was waiting at the door for me. "Meet any new people?" she asked with a triumphant chuckle, before opening the door wider to let me in. "Yes, Mistress Rachel," I dutifully replied. "Good," she said, "maybe they'll be interested in joining us later." Before today, I'd have thought she was just kidding, but now I wasn't so sure. "We're just about ready to go," she said. "Susan is just arranging a few things in the bedroom for later." With that, Susan appeared at the doorway from the bedroom holding a strapon dildo and asked Rachel, "Have we decided which of us is going to use this on him first?" "Later, dear," Rachel said. "Why don't we can see which one of us is horniest and just go with that." Susan tossed the dildo back into the room and they each took an arm walked me out into the hallway and to the car.