The following tale is told from the perspective of one of my recent hookups. It tells the story of how a young man from the UK put himself at my mercy and underwent his first Femdom forced bi experience. I’ve also included some of my favourite interracial, cuckold, and forced bi captions for you to enjoy.
My name is Danny. I’m a 22-year-old graduate from the North of England and a long-term porn addict.
I’ve been obsessed with pornography for as long as I can remember. Overall, I think it’s benefited my life for the better.
Last year, my love for Female domination deepened massively. Causing me to seek out new and wild experiences. Behaviour which, this month, led me to my first Femdom forced bi Dominatrix experience.
It was something I didn’t see coming. But the unknowing aspect was, in fact, something that I signed up for. I often find myself overwhelmed when presented with various services offered in the Femdom world.
But this month, I found myself browsing adult hookup sites on a work trip to Belfast. But I was searching for an experience deeper than a promiscuous pussy.
I changed my search filters to seek out women more accustomed to the world of kink and submission.
Older women, to be precise. London being such a cosmopolitan city as it is, it didn’t take me long to strike gold.
“Looking down discreetly, I saw what I’d crawled over was a used, cum-filled condom Catherine’s lover had discarded earlier.”
Her name was Catherine Duffy or ”Lashduff”. The name stemmed from her alleged ability to obliterate the vanilla sexual tendencies of any sub who dares to try and take her on.
Her profile sent a wave of sexual excitement and fear through my body. The feeling that makes the whole concept of Femdom a tantalizing thrill for me.
Aged in her mid-30s and with a menacing glare that screamed merciless tendencies, I found myself writing a message to her before I knew what I was doing. The message went something like this:
“Hello Catherine, I hope I don’t displease you with this message. I stumbled across your profile earlier today, and your striking imagery has held my mind in a prison of eroticism ever since.
I’m visiting London for the week and was curious if you seek an eager sub to punish. My experience in Femdom is pathetic compared to yours, but I have a high tolerance for punishment and would relish the chance to worship you as you deserve.”
Eagerly awaiting a reply, I got on with my work only to find she had left my message on read. I was pretty disappointed.
I was making alternative plans to meet another kinkster from Adult Friend Finder when my AFF app pinged around ten hours later. It was her. The message went as follows:
“Greetings! Thank you for the well-worded message. Generally, I don’t take on short-term subs. But your profile has impressed me, and you are certainly my type regarding a sub. Your inexperience is also a bonus.
However, you’ll find that I’m not like other Dommes. My style is rather unorthodox. I like to surprise my subs with a barrage of domination techniques. Some of which are not for the faint-hearted.
Indeed, a safeword will be used. But I need to know you have a high tolerance for kink and are not simply a horny fantasist seeking something you can’t handle in reality. I expect a prompt reply from you.”
I typed so fast that I had cramps in my fingers. I expressed my desires further, and we discussed my limits. To explain her style more, Catherine referred me to her website.
I was hooked. I really went down the rabbit hole in her articles. They filled me with an array of dirty inspirations for what I’d like out of a meeting.
I was over the moon when Catherine agreed to give me a chance to worship her. But then, she revealed that there was a catch in her latest message.
“My slaves exist to serve my pleasure. There are few things I adore more than providing a man’s first bisexual experience. One of my black lovers will be with me at my apartment this Sunday. He’s bisexual and loves to help me ruin the holes of willing subs. I know you’re straight, but I want you to take cock. That’s the offer. Take it or leave it.”
I had to think deeply about this. I had never even considered playing with another guy before. But the idea of a seductive Domme like her orchestrating it was overriding my barriers.
I thought deeply about it and decided to go through with it. We discussed how the meeting would go down and decided it would begin as soon as I entered her apartment.
The whole scenario was discussed beforehand, as was how Catherine wanted me to prepare. A safeword was set, and I was soon counting down the days until Sunday.
Table of Contents
My First Femdom Story Begins
Stepping out of the taxi, I was standing in front of a modern apartment building in the centre of Belfast. My heart was beating out of my chest as I rang the buzzer to be allowed inside.
The whole time, I was paranoid that people walking past knew what I was doing. Odd, I know. But anxiety can make you think strange thoughts. Then, a voice answered.
The moment I heard Catherine’s voice, I was put at ease. She was well-spoken and asked me to confirm who I was in a gentle, Northern Irish accent before buzzing me inside.
Outside of her apartment door, I could hear music and laughter coming from inside. I had been ordered to make my own way in and lock the door behind me. So I did.
As the door closed, I heard Catherine’s voice call out from a room further down the hallway: “In here!”
As I walked inside, there she was, sitting on the couch. It felt like meeting one of my heroes. Catherine was fully nude apart from her black high heels and had a cute but sadistic smile on her face.
She was sipping a red wine with her legs thrown over the naked thighs of a well-built black man in his late 20s. His name was Jason. Both of them were staring at me intensely.
“Well, then. You’re my little helper for the evening, are you? Did you get here, ok?” Catherine asked in an equally friendly but domineering voice.
As I nervously conversed whilst trying not to be distracted by her nude body and the naked man beside her, she downed the last of her wine and rudely interrupted me.
“Go and get us some more drinks, and be fuckin’ quick about it too!” Catherine snapped whilst handing me their empty wine glasses.
“In… In here?” I asked nervously whilst pointing towards the kitchen.
“Where the fuck do you think they’d be?” Catherine barked back aggressively as her black lover laughed at me cruelly.
As I hurried into the kitchen, I had time to gather my thoughts away from the spotlight Catherine and her black lover placed upon me.
It’s difficult to explain, but the feeling was intense. Almost orgasmic. This was a level of sheer humiliation far beyond any porno I’d watched. And this was only the beginning.
Pouring them two glasses of wine, I slowly returned to the room to see Catherine with her tongue deep in her lover’s mouth. Sensing my approach, she stopped and looked at me.
“For fuck’s sake! You really are new to this, aren’t you? Get on your fucking knees when you approach me. I’m sick of seeing you standing up like you have any rights.”
Dropping to my knees on the hardwood floor, I shuffled forward in pain whilst worrying I would spill the glasses. As I moved closer, I felt a slick texture on one of my knees.
Looking down discreetly, I saw what I’d crawled over was a used, cum-filled condom Catherine’s lover had discarded. I wasn’t sure if it was an accident or put there deliberately.
After handing them the glasses, Catherine ordered me to strip naked and stand with my hands behind my back.
“Ohh, he’s got a nice cock!” Catherine shouted in a tipsy voice. “It’s such a waste because that’s going nowhere near any pussy today. Now, turn around, bend over, and show me your hole!”
I did as I was told and spread my cheeks to reveal a perfectly shaved asshole. I felt humiliated as I felt their dominant eyes boring into my ass. But my throbbing cock gave me away.
“Oddly, I saw a small patch of uncooked rice on the ground. In my naivety, I had no idea what it was for until Catherine bluntly told me.”
Next, I was ordered to go on all fours as Catherine and her lover used my naked back as a footrest as they sipped wine, conversed and almost ignored my presence completely.
I say almost because Catherine would periodically rub the sole of her foot all over my face and lightly kick me in the ribs as one would do to a dog.
Thirty minutes later, their combined weight on my back was unbearable. So I was relieved when they relented. But little did I know that what was coming next would be a bigger test.
“Do you want to see how a real man fucks, you pussy?” Catherine’s BBC lover boomed at me in a dominating voice whilst gripping me by the jaw.
Still on all fours, I was ordered to follow them into the bedroom. As I watched Catherine’s ass bounce and playfully lead the way, I was wracked by sheer excitement and nervous fear.
Tasting My First Big Black Cock
In the bedroom, I saw that it was decorated in the style of a stereotypical bordello. The large bed formed the main platform for fun, whilst all around were a variety of sex furniture and toys.
Oddly, I saw a small patch of uncooked rice on the ground. In my naivety, I had no idea what it was for until Catherine bluntly told me that it was the spot where I was to kneel and watch.
As I knelt down, the pain was excruciating, and I released a wince of pain. But the cruel, sex-addicted pair didn’t even notice.
Now on the bed, they were engulfed in a passion that was so intense that it gradually distracted me from the pain in my knees. I was positioned in the centre of the foot of the bed and in eye line with their sexual organs.
I watched as Catherine’s white hands clawed and pawed at the muscular body of her black lover. All the while, she hungrily tongued his mouth as a woman possessed.
“Give me that cock, baby. Ruin the throat of your white whore!” She grunted through gritted teeth. She had taken on the personality of a demented, animalistic sex addict.
Catherine lay on her back and threw her head back over the bed. I was now eye-to-eye with her upside-down face. Her mouth was open, and her salivating tongue was hanging out.
Within seconds, the toned ass of her lover was above her head, feeding a thick black cock into her mouth. After she got it wet enough, an aggressive throat-fuck commenced.
The room was filled with the sounds of sloppy impacts, male grunts, and feminine squeals. As rivers of spit, pre-cum, and tears poured down Catherine’s face, she held fierce eye contact with me.
The throbbing black cock was yanked from the depths of her throat with an unceremonious pop and a gasp of air from Catherine. With her upside-down eyes red and raw, she beckoned me closer.
I didn’t even think of what was to come next. I was just relieved to take my embattled knees off the uncooked rice on the ground.
Catherine, reaching out with both hands, grabbed my head violently and pulled me in for a deep, sloppy kiss that left the taste of spit, wine, and a salty taste that I would later discover was pre-cum.
“You see? That’s what a real cock tastes like, you worthless piece of dogshit. Now, lie flat on the bed!” Catherine barked in a voice that was clearly fighting to recover from the pounding her throat had just been given.
I lay down as she positioned herself on top of me in 69. But rather than being able to sample her pussy, her lover’s black cock plunged itself into her and fucked her relentlessly.
I could feel the juices from Catherine’s pussy spray across my face every time the cock pulled out of her. I lapped up the spray like a man dying of thirst as I craved to taste the divine pussy in front of my eyes.
As the fucking grew more intense, the taste of her pussy became increasingly salty as Jason’s ball sweat equally found a receptacle in my open mouth.
Then, Jason caught me by surprise. His cock was pulled out and guided into my open mouth in one swift action. Instinctively, I pulled away, and the hot, wet tip of his cock slid over my cheek.
“My lover needs lubing up, shithead. Are you going to suck his cock or not? Either use the safeword and tap out or start sucking that cock!” Catherine shouted with her gaping pussy twitching in mid-air.
I had to think and do it fast. What happened in here was to stay in here. So I threw caution to the wind. I looked at Jason’s black cock, which was decorated with white patches of Catherine’s pussy grool.
Jason dragged me down the bed as Catherine moved off of me. I was in the same upside-down throat fucking position she was in earlier.
“Ok, go ahead. Use me”, I told Jason nervously whilst closing my eyes and opening my mouth.
Until now, I’d never touched a cock that wasn’t my own. Now, one was sliding past my lips. I could now taste the sweet taste of Catherine’s pussy and Jason’s pre-cum almost instantly.
He started slow, but soon he was building up his speed. I’ve never had a very prominent gag reflex, but the size of his cock was making my eyes pop out of my head.
Over the sound of my throat being pummelled, I could hear Catherine rustling around in the background.
She climbed back on the bed and shoved a large pillow underneath my lower back, leaving my ass stuck in the air. Then, I felt the cold kiss of lube slathered on my waiting ass.
“Ohhh, fuck! His throat is good!” Jason shouted to Catherine. “He loves this too; look at how hard his cock is! I think we’ve found our new favourite cockslut, Cath!”
“I don’t know,” Catherine said in an unsure tone, “let’s see how he takes a cock. That’s the most important test. Take a deep breath, darling; you’re about to become a whore!”
A Reward Worth Being Fucked For
Jason’s merciless fucking of my throat was relentless. At the other end of my body, Catherine was toying with my asshole and stretching it out with plugs, vibrators, and her tongue.
After about twenty minutes, Catherine deemed I was ready. On her orders, I changed position and lay on my front. My body was curved over the edge of the bed with my ass sticking out.
In this position between Jason and the bed, I was going nowhere. As Jason lined up his big black meat with my virgin hole, I was beyond nervous. My heart was beating out of my chest.
Catherine sensed this and sensually ran her nails through my hair, slightly breaking her Femdom character and whispering in my ear.
“This may hurt a bit at first, sweetheart, but just ride it out. Believe me; anal pleasure is worth the initial discomfort. It’ll really open your mind.” She said whilst shifting herself up from the bed.
And with that, Catherine lay directly in front of me and spread her beautiful legs to unveil an irresistible meaty pussy inches from my face.
“Take Jason’s cock for five minutes and settle into it. Then, I’ll let you bury your face in my slit as a reward,” Catherine promised. “If you tap out, you’re not getting shit. Understood?”
As Jason slowly entered my ass, every inch felt like a double-decker bus sliding into me. I wailed out in pain, and every fibre of my body told me to tap out.
“Holding onto the bed for dear life, I had my face buried in the sheets momentarily when I heard a subdued gurgling in front of me. Looking up, I saw Catherine’s eyes rolling back.”
However, the lust for finally being able to eat Catherine’s divine pussy was stronger. I drew on my inner strength to withstand Jason’s cock. After a minute or so, his momentum increased.
“Oh, wow! Listen to this pathetic little whore squeal!” Jason laughed. “Your ass feels just like a pussy. When I’m finished, it’ll be looking like one!”
Catherine was rubbing her clit in a circular motion with gritted teeth at the sight of me being fucked. The noise of Jason’s sweaty thighs slapping against my ass was so humiliating.
Holding onto the bed for dear life, I had my face buried in the sheets momentarily when I heard a subdued gurgling in front of me. Looking up, I saw Catherine’s eyes rolling back.
I watched in awe as the sheets in front of my face turned darker as her pussy slowly unleashed a flow of hot squirt. She shuddered uncontrollably in the throes of her rather quiet orgasm.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Catherine barked, “lick all of that mess up!”
I slurped at the sheets and tried to suck out as much of her divine juices as possible. She tasted absolutely incredible.
I would have done anything else she asked just to lick her pussy. And Catherine knew it. Subconsciously, my mouth was open, and my tongue was out, just trying to get an inch closer to her pussy.
“Pant like a dog, you pathetic dickhead!” Catherine laughed. “Bark and whine for my pussy!”
I did what she asked and made pathetic puppy barking noises over the sound of the fucking as both she and Jason laughed loudly at my humiliating status. Thankfully, I’d earned my reward.
A Humiliating Forced Prostate Orgasm
The gap between my tongue and Catherine’s pussy closed in seconds. Without a word, she’d decided that I’d earned my reward.
A shiver erupted over my body as her pussy meat engulfed my face. When I thought I couldn’t get my face any deeper into her slit, Jason’s harsh fucking from behind ensured I did.
By this point, Catherine’s pussy was sloppy and well-marinated by the day’s debauchery. Goodness knows how many times Jason had fucked her before I came here.
“That’s it. Tongue my cunt, you nasty little anal whore.”
By this point, Jason had both of my hands behind my back and used them for better momentum. He was fucking me harder than ever. Luckily, I’d settled in by now.
I threw my ass back onto his cock as his thick, lube-soaked black meat battered my prostate. Suddenly, an electric feeling began building in my stomach.
“J… J… Jason. You should stop. I’m going to cum,” I said pathetically. As I did, Catherine’s eye lit up in front of me.
“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck him, Jason! Make this little whore spurt!” Catherine laughed, grabbing my head and planting my mouth back over her pussy.
I lost control. My moans were muffled in Catherine’s pussy lips. My cock twitched wildly, and rope after rope of cum sprayed down the side of the bed. I was beyond humiliated.
“For fuck sake!” Jason said, “This little slut has cum on my feet!”
He was right. My spunk had sprayed wildly and splattered across Jason’s bare feet. Catherine pushed me away from her and ordered me to lap up my mess. I did as I was told.
Catherine watched closely as I slurped up the white pools on the bed, floor, and on Jason’s body. Then, she grabbed my head and sloppily kissed me with the spunk swapping between our tongues.
Jason still hadn’t cum. So he and Catherine went onto the bed and started playing again. But the whole experience had overwhelmed me. It was time for me to go.
We said our goodbyes, and Catherine walked me to the door. As she did, she took great care to ensure the experience wasn’t too much for me and even offered some aftercare for me.
An Eye-Opening Femdom Forced Bi Experience
When I first contacted Catherine on AFF, I had no idea of the experience that awaited me. But I’m thankful for every minute of my Femdom forced bi experience.
It opened my mind to the joys of anal sex and was a female humiliation experience better than any porno I’ve ever watched.
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Since my forced prostate orgasm, anal has become a staple part of my Gooning lifestyle, and I find the resultant orgasm to be even better than the conventional type.
Thank you for allowing me to become your submissive male slut, Catherine. I would love to serve you and your Alpha male lovers once again.
