FEMDOM MARRIAGE 5
From Richard Z:
Hello Ms Elise. My wife and I have enjoyed your site and I would like to share with you our story of how we've come to be involved in Female Domination.
Carrie and I met in the dorms in college. She is an extremely attractive woman with the kind of look that drives me crazy, red hair, lean and athletic with beautiful hands and feet. I am more or less on the average side from a looks standpoint but intelligent. We became study partners as she was in my major and had difficulty with some of the classes I was very proficient in. From there we became friends, for me it was a chance to be around a woman who I had a severe crush on. For her, I was a "nice guy", someone she had no interest in romantically but who could help her in class and over time someone whose company she enjoyed because I would always be willing to listen to her in rapt attention even though it was usually tales of the problems she was having in her relationship with whichever macho stud happened to be seeing her at that moment. I don't think it ever crossed her mind that I was so helpful and interested in her life because I was in love with her. I rarely dated and wasn't very successful with women so I was usually available when she wanted to spend time together which would usually vary based on whether she had a new boyfriend or if she needed help with schoolwork.
After graduation we went our separate ways for a few years although we stayed in touch via phone calls and occasionally she would visit the city I lived in and stay at my apartment. I would look forward to those visits as I would get her all to myself for a weekend! Things changed though when on a visit she said she wanted to move to the city as she found her hometown stifling both on the career and personal front. She asked if we could become roommates as we had always been such good friends and got along so well. Although a certain voice in my head warned me that this would be too hard to bear it was overwhelmed by the part of me that leaped at the chance to live together with my Goddess in hopes I could win her over.
So we found a two bedroom apartment and moved our things in together. Not surprisingly things quickly returned to our normal pattern except now with the much greater intensity of living together. She quickly began to date as she never had a problem attracting men and I as usual was there to fill in the gaps with companionship and a ready ear. One bonus for me was that she had always loved the neck and backrubs I had given her and I managed to find many occasions to lovingly massage her shoulders and even casually throwing in a few foot rubs where I would dream of kissing and worshipping her feet. The downside was listening through the thin walls as she made love to her boyfriends just a few feet away and having to see them together in the mornings and evenings. She as usual was oblivious to the effect this had on me.
Finally after a break up with a particularly domineering and crude boyfriend she was crying on my shoulder about the awful way he treated her when I asked her why she didn't take some time in between boyfriends to find someone she really liked. Now, even though we were close friends and lived together we had never spoke about sex together so I was a little shocked when she said she needed the sex and was used to having it on a regular basis and couldn't picture herself meeting that need through casual encounters. With all the courage I could muster I then through out the offer of me filling in for her so she could meet her needs until the next boyfriend. She just looked at me for a few minutes until I broke the silence and said I don't mean we would be in a relationship or that I would expect her to go all the way with me but there were other ways I could satisfy her. Again there was a long silence and I was sure she was going to move out and never speak to me again. Much to my shock instead she asked me what I meant by other ways. I was almost speechless with fright but managed to sputter out something about going down on her and her not having to do anything for me. Again she just looked at me long and hard as I wanted to disappear. We ended the conversation on that note.
Several days went by until when I was getting ready for bed one night she tapped on my door and came in to my room. Now I had not had much in the way of sexual experiences aside from fantasizing, usually about being Carrie's slave, and here I was alone in my bedroom with her. I was petrified as she again just looked at me. Without a word she took her robe off and stood before me more beautiful than I could have imagined. My heart almost stopped when she lay down on my bed and asked if she could have a backrub. I massaged her for quite awhile more aroused than I had ever been in my life until she finally rolled over, spread her legs and gently guided my head to her.
I was in heaven as I tasted a woman for the first time, and worshipped the object of my years of adoration. Although I was inexperienced she guided me to where I should focus on and before long she was wriggling and moaning. This went on for the better part of an hour until finally she again guided me up and I lay with my head against her stomach afraid to speak. She never made a move to do anything for my obviously excited state instead just laying back and enjoying the afterglow of her orgasms. Finally she got up and went to her own bed. I masturbated feverishly thinking of what I had seen and done.
In the morning we didn't speak of what had happened but it became a very normal part of our relationship where several nights a week she would visit me for oral worship. As we both became more comfortable with this state of affairs we finally began to talk about what was going on. I again mustered all the courage I had and confessed to her how attracted to her I had been from the beginning and also how I had submissive feelings towards women from as long as I could remember. Again she shocked me by asking me if I meant being her slave. For some reason my idealizing her made me startled when she spoke about sex so openly. I managed to nod my head yes. She once again just stared at me for a long time.
Several days later she asked me to tell her more about my fantasies. I showed her a number of websites and story pages. She read intently for hours before having me service her for a long time where she had the most intense orgasms I had seen yet. Several weeks later she asked me during one of our sessions if I was serious about being her slave and I said yes. She then laid out the ground rules which more or less have stayed constant for the last five years. The rules basically were; I was to obey her without question, I was not to masturbate without her permission, she was free to have boyfriends while I obviously was to stay monogamous, she could punish me as she saw fit. She obviously had done some studying before that conversation! Although things began a little awkwardly we both soon fell into our roles and I had never been happier in my life. I was serving the woman I loved, I was intimate with her and there really wasn't much in the way of punishment or discipline except for spankings when I would confess to an error, usually masturbating without permission and even then they were more humiliating than painful. She seemed to take to it like a natural basking in my worship!
I was sailing along in heaven for six months until the first time I came home to her obviously getting ready to go out. She could see I was upset and reminded me of our agreement and asked if we should just forget the whole thing. I of course said no and asked her forgiveness. She just smiled and continued to get ready. I was in turmoil when the buzzer rang and she beeped him up. I was introduced to her date as her roommate. He was typical of the guys she goes out with, strong, aggressive, macho, all the things I'm not. I sat at home flustered until she came home flushed and obviously excited. She proceeded to tell me all about her date as she got undressed and then as I went down on her telling me how she couldn't wait to have "real" sex again. I was floored and humiliated and also very turned on. After she got off she again asked me if I could handle this or if we should call it off. I again assured her I wanted to be her slave.
After several more dates she told me she was going to bring him home and wanted me to wait up and listen through the wall and that I had better not play with myself. Well, I waited up and finally I heard her fumbling at the door. They came in giggling and laughing. Her date said hi to me and then they went off to her room. I went to bed myself and before long I could hear the bed shaking and Carrie moaning in delight. This went on off and on for hours! Finally after a long period of silence I heard my door open. There was Carrie, in a bathrobe, flushed and excited. She climbed on my bed and straddled me pulling back her robe to show me her ravaged sex. Her pubic hair was matted and her lips were puffy and she was dripping wet. I was almost in shock staring at her and then she slowly moved herself towards my lips. She settled on me and said show me how bad you want to be my slave. I was like a man possessed as I had just listened to her and hadn't come in a week. She gently stroked my hair as I licked her clean and said now you are really my slave! Afterwards she gently stroked me off and I slept a dead and restful sleep.
In the morning after he left we talked. She said if this arrangement was going to last she would need her freedom to have boyfriends as she really needed intercourse and wasn't excited about having it with me. She also said she had come to love having a slave at home to serve her. Last night was important to her as she wanted me to prove I could accept that arrangement and really understood she was going to fuck other men. I then asked her if she intended to have intercourse with me at some point. She looked at me a long time before saying she couldn't say for sure but not likely. I would have to be willing to settle for the occasional hand job or to masturbate when given permission. She then asked if I could accept that. We looked at each other a long time before I said yes.
After another year and several boyfriends she asked if I wanted to get married knowing of course the same groundrules stayed in effect. I said yes of course even though I did have some reservations. All in all we have been happy. We are bestfriends and enjoy many things together any couple would such as movies, trips, dinners out, cooking together. She is a kind Mistress; we generally share chores although I do what she tells me and still there is not a lot of discipline applied aside from being denied orgasms or being spanked and I revel in sexually pleasing her, massaging her and trying to make her as happy as possible.
The one problem I have is this. We still have not had intercourse together and she has settled into a long term relationship with a slightly older(45) guy who is divorced with almost grown kids. They go out usually one night on the weekends and have sex , occasionally during the week and even will go
away together once in awhile. She says, and I believe her that he has no interest in getting remarried. He is well to do, enjoys his golf and ski weekends and has no interest in having a wife and kids again. He loves this relationship knowing full well my role in the marriage and getting the company of an attractive young woman and her sexual favors completely on his terms with none of the hassles.
Now here is the problem; Carrie has been trying to convince me that when she is ready to have children it should be by him although I would raise them with her and be the father they would know. She feels that he is an "alpha" male and I am a "beta" male. She wants the biological father of her children to be strong, intelligent, tall, athletic.....an "alpha". She thinks I should be happy to serve her, and feel fortunate to be able to raise her kids with her and be glad for her that they are of the best possible genes. She says that I went into this marriage knowing she might never have intercourse with me(although we never discussed children....I just assumed if we had them I would be the father) and I am trying to change the rules now. In some ways I feel she has a point, however in another way I feel it is not fair of her to want to have children while not permitting me. He knows nothing of this, I am certain as he is currently paying for two college educations simultaneously he would be less than thrilled. What do you think? Aside from that we have been as happy as I can imagine.
From Mellissa E:
Dear Elise, my husband is the one who asked the question about Infantilism that you posted in your Q&A forum. I wanted to write you to share a little bit about our story.
When I first met Patrick, I was twenty years old, working as an exotic dancer in a cabaret, not far from the refinery where he was employed as an engineer, here in San Francisco. He was a small but intelligent man. My sheer physical size and strength assured My dominance of the relationship from the beginning and he was mine from the first lap-dance. Within two weeks, I required him to move in with me and our love culminated in marriage six weeks subsequent. I then proceeded to complete his enslavement over the course of our honeymoon and he loved it. We have now been happily married for over twenty years.
Patrick recognized from the beginning that both my native intelligence and career ambitions were superior to his own and he willingly conceded to my preeminence as Head of Household. Although successful in his own right, both as an engineer and later as an engineering manager, he simply is not comfortable in a position of authority or leadership. Away from work, he has never shown any real skill or even interest in the exercise of power and authority, which to me has always seemed so perfectly natural and easy.
It was thus with relative ease that our marriage soon settled into its essentially Matriarchal pattern that enabled me to launch my own career. I simply informed Patrick that I intended to go to college, attend law school and become an attorney at his expense. I required him to pay for my education, provide me with tutoring in several subjects, furnish me with a car for transportation and maintain an ample spending allowance for myself.
This career decision and the attendant financial arrangements also helped establish the First Rule of Our Relationship: We discuss; I decide; he obeys.
In cases where my mind is already made up, or I feel strongly about a particular issue, the need for discussion is obviated and Patrick is simply informed. This eliminates the need for discussion in about seventy percent of all cases, allows Patrick to concentrate on his engineering career and leaves other issues in my far more capable hands.
My decision to require that Patrick underwrite my education went very far in establishing my Authority and re-enforcing my complete control over him. At no time has he ever resented this arrangement and has always accepted it natural and logical. This pliability of character, his easy-going manner and child-like naivete are all very endearing to me, and through the years have steadily deepened the bonds between us. I do love him so much!
Upon graduation from law school with honors, I obtained a position as an associate attorney with a prominent firm here in San Francisco, at which I became a junior partner in less than two years. Thus I began to eclipse Patrick professionally and financially, as his engineering career had already passed its zenith. It was thus inevitable that I should take complete control of our finances, as my law practice was now the principal source of income.
I soon realized that control of our income and assets meant much more than just financial freedom -- it meant complete freedom! Professional and intellectual freedom assured me continued success in my already burgeoning law practice. Financial freedom awarded me the power of investment to secure my future and my now rapidly rising standard of living. More importantly, it meant the freedom to determine and to live my own lifestyle. To enjoy such complete social freedom and such complete moral freedom also secured its highest, final and ultimate expression -- My complete sexual freedom!
This too was a Defining Moment and, like its predecessor, it set forth the Second Rule of Our Relationship: We have Absolutes; I have absolute freedom; he accepts and lives under My absolute control; this applies to all aspects; there are no exceptions.
Social freedom was something I had insisted on even as an undergrad, but generally limited to a "girls' night out" two or three times each month until my senior year. From then on and through law school, I began to date socially, albeit on an infrequent basis. This increased somewhat during my term as an associate, but my relationships remained social and chaste, though I did allow my dates to kiss me.
Once I became a junior law partner and wrested financial control of my marriage, this situation underwent a fundamental change. As a partner in the firm I now had increased social contacts, and hence increased opportunities, with numerous prominent attorneys and clients. The exercise of my social freedom, thus increased as a matter of course. Likewise it was only a matter of time before I began to exercise my new-found sexual freedom as well.
To say that Patrick was cuckolded is completely false and most unfair. I made my decision openly and without malice and he, of course, accepted it without resentment. From the beginning, my sexual needs, energy and performance levels far exceeded his own and these disparities have, of course, progressively increased over time. This was hardly surprising given my greater physical size and strength, as well as the difference in ages. Patrick was realistic enough, not only to accept this, but actively encouraged the exercise of my new-found sexual freedom.
Consistency with the exercise of my sexual freedom and my now-Maternal relationship with Patrick, of course, required the formalization of My marriage and, for him, a program of male chastity. I had already initiated a progressive reduction in his conjugal activity as early as my first year of law school, in favor of supervised masturbation privileges. These too, however, I was determined to eliminate as well, in favor of bi-weekly milkings. This, I explained, was necessary to move his love for me to a higher plane and to afford me closer control. You cannot imagine my happiness when, on hearing this, he simply broke down and cried. In his tearful acceptance, I now saw there would never be resistance to me or to My Authority.
This redefinition of my marriage took nearly a full year to implement, and required a considerable effort on both our parts, which ultimately proved very rewarding. We moved into a new and much larger house, where I promptly took possession of the master bedroom suite and then assigned Patrick a small separate bedroom in the upper loft. I made it clear that My suite was off-limits to him.
Gradually, as I transported Patrick deeper and deeper into subspace he came to realized and to accept just how insignificant he now was and learned to worship my lofty and ever-growing Majesty. Thus, as he achieved these progressively higher levels of respect for me, he also was compelled to be more and more circumspect with me as well and the redefinition was achieved.
Patrick's journey into total submission to me led us to Infantilism. We each have roles. I, Mother-Goddess, loving, but always strict; He, the small, adoring and obedient child.
The redefinition of my marriage completed, I now pursued both my law career and my freedom with renewed vigor. During the next three years, I became a full partner, made numerous successful investments and completed My Doctorate of Legal Letters. I remodeled my home, adding numerous objet d'arte and expanded it to palatial proportions with the addition of two large wings. My name was added to the San Francisco Social Register, greatly increasing both the number and quality of my social contacts and commensurately widening my erotic opportunities.
I filled out and, with routine workouts, toned up my already voluptuous body. I now resembled a large, muscular version of Anita Ekberg or Melanie Griffith. This I set off with a complete new wardrobe complete with business attire, evening gowns, expensive jewelry and, of course, lingerie. The preparations for my sexual rebirth were now complete.
My sexual rebirth was wonderfully gratifying to me both physically and psychologically. My lovers included professionals, businessmen, and other celebrities and these I soon invited to my own home as well. On these occasions, I required Patrick to be present, to greet my lovers and assist me in entertaining them. It was he who explained our marital relationship to them and in this he was very supportive.
Patrick's infantilization is a logical derivative of this process. For several years now, my relationship with him has steadily evolved in a progressively maternal direction. In May of 2000 I began an intimate relationship with a man and he has become my permanent lover. This really leaves Patrick with no other role other. This reality is demonstrated by the ease of his acceptance and his general comfort with it. Granted the reality factor is somewhat skewed because of our ages. Nevertheless, no other solution is acceptable to me. Infantilism has enabled Patrick and I to enjoy a very special and close relationship.
In closing, I would like to thank You once again, My Darling Sister for Your help, Your Guidance, Your Inspiration and Your Kindness to Me and Patrick.
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