Femdom Pool Party Captive Fun

I have to tell you about how I became a captive serving several Femdom Mistresses at a pool party.

I attended a pool party once that changed my life. It really wasn’t anything special. It was just going to be a midsummer get-together of all my college friends. That’s what I thought when I arrived. The party took place at the residence of the richest guy I knew. His house was on a hill overlooking the city. The pool was on the deck that also had an attached pool house. I remember that it was a humid Saturday afternoon when it started and it was going to last far into the night.

It was one of those parties where you come dressed in one thing and leave in another. The booze was free and tasted really good. The bikinis were small and they were being removed frequently. It was very hot, so skinny dipping was strongly encouraged.

The host had a full bar and had had food catered from the best restaurant in the city. One of the hottest local bands was playing and the music was very loud. You know those times when you can feel the bass in your chest? That’s how loud the music was.

Femdom Captive Beginnings: I Met a Girl

People kept arriving and soon the patio was full and overflowing into the house. The band played. Couples made out in every dark corner. I had gone to the party alone, but soon hooked up with this cute little blonde. She had the tightest ass I’ve ever seen and she looked so good in her bikini.

She said that she was a student at the local college and she also worked at one of the many coffee shops. We spent the evening drinking and swimming. She told me that she was a marketing major and one day wanted to be a buyer for one of the major department stores.

I told her about my job at an advertising agency. I loved my job, but I have to admit that it wasn’t the most glamorous job in the world. But to her credit, she seemed genuinely interested in me and my life.

I have heard all the stories about drinking and swimming. I was drunk, but too happy about the new woman I had met to be concerned for my safety. Besides, there were at least 100 people around the pool that night. I felt that I wasn’t in too much danger of drowning. But I must’ve stepped too close to the edge of the pool. The last thing I remember was the water covering my head as I went under.

Waking Up Tied

I woke up slowly and waking up to the fact that I was in Femdom captivity took much longer. The combination of the alcohol and almost dying made coming back to consciousness seem like climbing out of a dark hole. I tried several times to come fully awake only to wonder why I was tied to the bedposts and then be pulled under again.

The finally try was different, though. I shot to full wakefulness like a cannonball shot out of a cannon. I was naked and the woman I had just met was sucking my hard cock. I was right on the edge and I wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. Although I was on an intense sexual high, I realized that my feet and hands were still bound to the bed. I came hard then, just as I saw how vulnerable I was.

My heart was still racing and I was gasping for breath when I demanded to know what the hell was going on. She smiled at me. I saw then that she was naked too. She lay down beside me and explained that I had been drowning and my friends had fished me out of the pool. I had been brought to the pool house.

he went on to say that she had tied me to the bed because I was very drunk and scared and that I had kept thrashing around. She was afraid that I would hurt myself. I asked her if her care of me also included stripping me naked and sucking my cock while I was passed out. I stared at her, furious, as I said this. I couldn’t believe that she blushed as she admitted that when she had seen me naked she thought I was so sexy and she just couldn’t stop herself.

And she wasn’t finished apparently. We had sex several times in the next few hours. I pleaded with her to untie me, but this seemed to be one of her turn-ons. I loved being with her and even enjoyed the kinky stuff. But I really wanted to touch her. I never saw her again after she let me go that night. I had no way to contact her even if I wanted to. I find myself still looking for her now, years later. I wish I could’ve gotten to know her better. She was the first woman to tie me up, but as it turned out, she wasn’t the last. I have been in Femdom Captivity many, many times since then and hope to be in Femdom Captivity even more in the future!

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