FEMDOM MARRIAGE 6
From Joanna W:
Dear Elise, I love your site, especially the Real Stories section. I find it fascinating the wide range of degrees that women employ to dominate their husbands. Some are tame, some are intense, some are cruel but all are entertaining to read. Thank you for this free forum to share ideas and lifestyles.
My situation is rather extreme but I am convinced that it was the best course of action for my marriage. My husband and I have been married for sixteen years and we played around with female domination and D&S for the first fourteen years. Actually, we did some role-playing even before we were married so I was exposed to this way of life from the very beginning of our relationship. It was more play than anything else in the beginning but my husband was obsessed with female domination and I could tell that he wanted it to be more of a lifestyle.
I had my mood swings and I found his near obsession with it to be frustrating at times. I made some attempts to make him into my fulltime slave but I am basically a lazy person and I wasn't willing to stay on top of him to ensure his obedience. He needed lots of attention and frankly I found this lifestyle to be hard work. He did most of the chores but I became exhausted in trying to motivate him so that he would enjoy doing the chores. I found that it was easier on me if I just did the household work myself.
Two years ago, I was at a crossroads with this lifestyle. It had been a part of our marriage since the very beginning but I felt that we never achieved the potential. I either held back or he held back. When I was in the mood to take more control, he would resist and when he was willing to give me more control, I was preoccupied with other things. So round and round we'd go. We had fun but I knew I needed for it to be more and I knew he needed it to be more.
I studied this out in detail and I paid close attention to the different stories on your site. I came to the conclusion that the women who had achieved a level of dominance that I desired were the women who threw caution into the wind and just went for it. The women who seemed to really excel were those who stopped viewing their husbands as their equal marriage partner and instead viewed their husbands as their servants and slaves. I knew this was a mindset and an attitude that I needed to adopt for myself. I realized that I needed to stop beating around the bush and I needed to really enslave my husband. I am not a young woman any longer so if not now, when?
The first thing I had to decide was what did I want out of this lifestyle? I love my husband but I had grown tired of his obsession with female domination in the broad sense and I wanted him to be more obsessed with me. I put up with his web surfing habits, his collection of FemDom videos and his collection of FemDom books and magazines. I had done my best to be the fulfillment of his desires but I guess I could never live up to his expectations. However, I liked female domination and I do believe in female supremacy. So I figured that I needed to quit worrying about what he wanted and instead, I needed to decide what I wanted and perhaps in the process, he would find what he really wanted after all.
I love my husband and I have always enjoyed our role-playing and D&S games but his obsession with female domination had always interfered with our sex life. Don't get me wrong, we have always had great sex and the kinkier the better. I enjoy D&S sex but I also wanted to have vanilla sex, like we did when we first dated. But the deeper my husband grew in his obsession for dominance, the less interested he was in vanilla sex. I sacrificed in this area for the better part of ten years. Now that I am in my forties, I realized that he was never going to want vanilla sex again. I also realized that he was not interested in being a real husband to me. I am not faulting him for this because he has always treated me with love and respect. I guess I deceived myself into thinking that we could have our cake (female domination) and eat it too (vanilla sex).
I finally came to the realization that what I needed to do was to enslave my husband and pursue my desires. That is what he really wanted and the more I read about it, I decided that would be best for our relationship. He could finally experience what he had been fantasizing about and I could pursue some new areas in my life.
I am a businesswoman and my business requires that I travel on occasion. Men have propositioned me on the road in the past and I have always resisted the temptation in order to remain a loyal wife. When I was a young woman, I was propositioned by older men. Now that I was a more mature woman, I am not propositioned as often but I found myself desiring to proposition younger men. I never acted on those urges but nevertheless these urges were there. I figured that life was passing me by so I decided to make some changes.
Exactly two years from the day I am sending you this letter, I forever altered my relationship with my husband. I was preparing to go away on a week long business trip. The night before I left, I called my husband into the bedroom and I was decked out in his favorite outfit. I had on my black leather corset complete with garters that attached to a sexy pair of pantyhose and I was wearing sexy high heel pumps. The corset really gives my body that hourglass shape and it enhances my large breasts.
He came into the room and was speechless. From the bulge in his pants, I knew he was excited. I ordered him to strip naked and to kiss my shoes and my feet. As he was humbling himself before me (like he had done a thousand times before) I explained to him how I was going to forever alter our relationship. I preceded to hand him two gift-wrapped boxes. He opened the first and it was an ankle bracelet. He looked confused so I asked him if any of those web sites he frequents explains the meaning of the anklet? He stuttered a little and than he acknowledged that they did. I made him explain to me what the anklet means within a female domination marriage. He quietly whispered out that a married woman who wears an anklet is signifying that she is free to have sexual relations with other men. I said, "very good! You have learned from those sites after all."
I asked him, "what do you call a husband who's wife wears an anklet?" He didn't seem to know the answer to that question so I answered it for him. "A cuckolded husband", I explained. I ordered him to place the anklet on my ankle. He started to beg me not to do this. He actually pleaded with me and he wanted to know if this was my idea of a joke. I told him in no uncertain terms that not only was it not a joke but that I had never been more serious in my life. I also explained to him that I was going to grant him his life's dream, I was going to make him my slave. He would be my husband in legalities only.
He was sort of frozen, not sure what to say but his stiff erection told me everything I needed to know. That was proof to me that I was making the correct decision. I became very firm with him and I ordered him to present me with the ankle bracelet. He dropped back to his knees and he humbly and slightly trembling placed the anklet on my ankle.
I then ordered him to open up the next gift-wrapped box. It was a CB2000. I told him that I wanted him to wear it the entire time I was away on my business trip and I was going to take the key with me. I further explained to him that I was going to train him to be a chaste slave and that from now on all of his orgasms would be supervised, rare and only allowed in non-intimate and humiliating ways. I ordered him to go into the bathroom and shave his privates and than install the CB2000. Once he was done, he was to meet me back in the bedroom.
It took him close to an hour to shave and figure out how to install the chastity device. While he was doing that, I set up our massage table and I tied some wrist and ankle cuffs to the legs of the table. I also put on my new strap-on harness that I had ordered and snapped a rather large rubber cock into place around my waist. We had engaged in some strap-on play on and off during our marriage but it was never one of my husband's favorite activities. I remember the first time we did it. It was his idea but he hated it. I surprisingly enjoyed it and from that day, it was usually I who initiated any strap-on play.
I adjusted the height of the massage table so that my rubber phallus would be even with the padded massage tabletop. My husband finally came back into the room with the CB2000 firmly in place. I made sure it was on properly and that the lock was secure, then I made him hand me the keys. I ordered him to bend over the massage table and I secured his wrists and his ankles so he was helpless. Once again, he pleaded with me not to take him with the strap-on, as he feared the size of the rubber phallus. I told him that he better learn to enjoy strap-on sex because other than orally pleasuring me, this was the only sex he was going to receive for the rest of our marriage.
I fingered him to open him up and I slowly forced the dildo into him. He took it much easier than I expected. I was at the perfect height so I did not have to bend my legs at all. I went to town on him, practically raping him and I was overcome with sexual and dominant power. I had incredible stamina and I really worked him over with the dildo. He was crying out for mercy before I was done. I slammed him hard and fast and I verbally reiterated to him about how he was now my slave and how he existed to do my biddings 24/7.
I withdrew the dildo and I got out my most severe paddle, the wooden Spencer paddle with the nice small holes. I gave him the hardest spanking of his life and by the time I was done, he agreed to all of my requests. I than untied him and pushed him face up on the massage table. I pulled him toward the edge and I raised his legs in the air. I re-inserted the dildo into him and I again gave him a hard ass fucking. This time I made him look into my eyes as he confessed to me that he was my slave and I made him agree that I was free to have sexual relations with other men since he was incapable of being a good lover. He agreed to all my demands and he verbally gave me his blessing. That was still not enough.
I released him and I produced a written contract that I had created on the computer. It outlined our new arrangement in detail and I told him that I was giving him one final out. If he consented to this new arrangement, I told him to sign this contract. If he wanted to back out, than I would agree but only if he never looked at another FemDom web site, picture or video and if he never brought up the subject again. True to my prediction, he signed the contract. I proceeded to add my signature and I placed the document in my briefcase.
I left the next day for my trip and I left him a long list of chores that I expected to be completed upon my return. He was a good boy and did all of them to my satisfaction. From that night, our relationship changed. I have treated him as my personal servant and slave ever since. It would be six months before I actually cuckolded him. It took me time to get my nerve. A year and a half ago when I was away on business, I flirted with a really cute younger man that I met and I ended up having sex with him. It was great and I called my husband up the next day and told him all about it. Surprisingly, he accepted it with relative ease. I think by than, he had accepted his new role.
Over these past eighteen months, I have dated and slept with a few men, mostly when I am away on business but I am by no means promiscuous. I am enjoying my sexual liberation but I am very cautious and I have no plans to ever include my husband. I tell him all the gory details and I like to humiliate him about it but I have no desire to bring a man home with me and have my husband watch or listen in. That is just not me.
I allow my husband to orally service me and perform body worship on me but I have stayed true to my word. He has not penetrated me in two years and he has not had one intimate orgasm. I allow him one a month and I usually make him jerk off in front of me. If he is extra good, I may allow him to attempt to have two orgasms (if he can) before I make him go back in his chastity device. He now has a custom-made chastity device, as the CB2000 was only a short-term solution for us. He had some problems with it but it worked great until we saved enough money to get him a custom job.
My husband does lots of chores for me and I discipline him often and sometimes quite severe. My approach seems to have worked. It got us over the barrier and we now have a real 24/7 FemDom relationship. Some would call it extreme but for us it had to be extreme for it to be real. I now come and go as I please, see whomever I want and my husband does whatever he is told. I limit his computer time and I think he has less of a need to view FemDom material now that he lives it 24/7.
I may write you again in the future to share with you the details on the first time I cuckolded my husband. That is an interesting story in its self. I await your comments and I thank you for your site.
From William H:
Dear Miss Sutton, I would like to first thank you for your wonderful site and all the helpful information on its pages. By reading your pages you have helped me to come to terms with my submissive desires, which I have had all my life. Your words have also helped me to realize that the most important thing in finding true happiness is to find the right woman to spend my life with. For all that I wish to give thanks to you personally, and to the female gender which I worship.
For the last three years the two things I have worked at relentlessly is my career, so that when I found the right woman I would have a better chance of gaining her interest and looking for my Miss Right. I spent many of my free evenings taking classes in cooking, sewing, and the art of applying make-up, so I would be ready to serve her properly when we met. I also took a subscription to "Cosmopolitan" so I could be aware of women's issues and health matters. I also learned to give manicures and pedicures plus full body massages. Living by myself in my own home I have become quite proficient in other housework like general cleaning and laundry. I always keep my home spotless, as I planned to keep my Mistress's home once me met.
During the first year and a half of the last three, I dated three women whom I thought might be my soul mate. In the first relationship, I blew it by confessing my submissive desires and my need to be enslaved by a female too soon and probably a little too bluntly. The second woman had all the right tools but had submissive desires of her own. We parted as friends but didn't feel we made a good match. I thought things were going great with the third but when I told her of my desire to be enslaved by her, she laughed in my face and dropped me.
I had become extremely depressed by all this. I thought I had done everything right but it seemed that the dominant woman of my dreams was just an unattainable fantasy. I did meet a few dominant women at a local BDSM support group, but they were either Pro Doms or married. I was just about to give up when I met Jennifer.
As it worked out my second girlfriend who was also submissive introduced us. Jennifer is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen and I could not believe she actually had interest in me. She is 5 years younger than I and two inches taller. She is a very athletic black woman. I am a pale skinned white male. Since starting my relationship with her I have learned that black women are as a rule very dominant, much more so than most white women.
Jennifer was aggressive both domestically and sexually from the start. In a short time she has swept me off my feet. This time she made the confession about her dominant desires before I was ready to make mine and asked me if I had interest in pursuing a relationship as her submissive. Of course I agreed at once and we started our life together with me in her service.
We easily fell into our respective rolls and I became completely enslaved by her in just a couple of months although I really knew very little about her. She worked four days a week and I would not see her during those days or nights. She assigned chores for me during her work nights and I spent those nights cleaning her apartment, doing her laundry, and shopping. She also laid down a list of rules that I had to agree to live by. Her complete sexual freedom was at the top of the list. Ours was to be a monogamous relationship for me. I also had to gain her permission for my coming and going and obey her orders without hesitation or question. Jennifer is much more dominant woman than I had hoped for but I was and am totally in love with her.
During the evenings that we spent together I was allowed to pamper my new Mistress. I cooked for her, massaged her, took care of her feet and nails, and worshipped her feet and ass. I didn't understand why but she never allowed me to touch her pussy or have intercourse with her. I have never been allowed to masturbate or have an orgasm without her permission. From the start I was allowed around one orgasm per week but soon this was stretched to every two weeks, then every three weeks. I became obsessed with the taste of her feet and ass and have never tired of licking and kissing them. Much of our time together is spent with her face sitting me and dominating me in other ways. We added strap-on play, spanking, whipping, and face slapping to our activities. It has become obvious to both of us that she can do anything with me that she wants. When she puts me on my knees and pushes her beautiful ass into my face I am helpless.
During our first year together she moved in with me. She took over our relationship at this time completely including our finances. During our domination sessions I agreed to close my bank account and gave her all my money plus my paychecks. I became so servile to her that I could refuse her nothing.
Six months ago Jennifer finally told me what she does for a living. She is a high profile escort. She dates men for a living and is paid two hundred and fifty an hour for her time. If she likes the man she will have sex with him. That is why she doesn't need me or have any desire to have intercourse with me. This is why she likes me to lick her asshole and not her pussy. Her clients are fucking her several times a week.
I have begged her to give up this way of life and am willing to sign over my house, car, and everything I own if she will. She laughs at me and tells me that if she wanted my house and car she would take it, and there is nothing I can do about it. I am sure she is right.
Jennifer wants to continue to escort for another few years. She says she will be ready to stop by the time she turns thirty. She plans to have enough money to retire by that time. It is within the realm of possibility that she will have well over a million dollars saved by that age, especially since we live mostly off my earnings.
She has asked me to marry her and become her slave husband. I have a month to think about it and give her my decision. If I decide to marry her it will be the last decision I will ever make. If I agree to marriage she will take possession of everything we own collectively. I will have to sign a prenuptial agreement stating that I own nothing. She says that we have only scratched the surface of her dominant personality and I will sink into a submission that I have never dreamed of. I will have to change my last name to hers. I will have no rights as a husband. I will belong to her and be more of a servant or slave than a husband. Of course I am already her slave and she is not threatening to leave me if I don't wish to marry.
I don't mind telling you that I am more than a little scared of what the future holds. I fear what my life will become as Jennifer's slave yet I can't stand the thought of being without her. She is the woman of my dreams and the woman of my nightmares at the same time. I know I can't expect you to advise me in this matter knowing so little about us, but I have felt the need to unburden myself of some of these issues for quite some time. It has been a stress reliever just to put some of this into writing. As I read and re-read this I can hardly believe that it is actually happening to me. At any rate it has helped me to get my feelings in perspective. I can't live in fear of what the future might or might not hold. I know that I can't live without Jennifer. The thought of starting all over again searching for a dominant woman is almost more than I can take. As I said, I don't expect you to tell me that I should or should not marry Jennifer, but I would be interested in your thoughts nonetheless. Thank you for allowing me this forum.
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