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From Bernard A:

 

Dear Mistress Sutton, This is an event that actually took place and although it may not be spectacular, I wanted to send you this story because I think you would agree that female domination/female supremacy does not necessarily have to be about sex or whips or leather.

 

I am dating Monique, an extremely interesting and very intelligent lady. She is an architect and a most beautiful woman in her early 40s, therefore a little older then me. Our relationship is a platonic friendship, we meet and chat now and then, and most of the time I am her listener and friend. She can unload all her frustration and joy onto me.

 

Recently she invited me to her home for a dinner, so she said with a mysterious smile. I enthusiastically agreed to that and so I dressed up, bought a bottle of good wine and went to her house. As I knock on the door, she opened and blew me off my feet. So beautiful she was, smelling like a flower, her shoulder long hair opened and wearing an elegant evening dress. I stepped in, already floating in the seventh heaven, and realized that we were not alone. This irritated me for a second, but it was Ok of course. She had invited two more friends, also charmingly beautiful women in their late 30's I guessed. They greeted me friendly and I noticed that they quickly exchanged looks, which made me a little nervous. And as I was about to sit down with them in the living room, Monique quickly asked me to bring us some glasses for the wine as well as some water to start off.

 

Naturally I got some glasses from the kitchen and saw that there was some food waiting to be prepared. When I got back to the living room the three ladies were already seated around a table and engaged in a conversation. So I brought the glasses and the wine, put it all on the table and wanted to join the round, as at that point I still believed this to be a date. But I immediately was asked to open the bottle and the ladies held their glasses towards me, so I could pour the wine into the glasses. There was a strange but funny atmosphere in the room. In some way these women didn't really take much notice of me, only Monique maintained some eye contact, with a beautiful smile, and so she sent me off to the kitchen again to bring all the silverware and napkins.

 

Her voice is like poison for me, so I went back and got all the tools, and since I slowly started to understand the situation, I brought the plates with me as well. As I put all this onto the table, something happened to me. I got really aroused by my embarrassment. The women were talking about mortgages, their jobs, their friends and husbands, and were completely into their own world.

 

Monique sent me to the kitchen a couple more times, and eventually joined me there. She then asked me to prepare dinner and told me how she wanted the meal to be prepared. "Do this and then do that" and so on. She gently stroked my neck and gave me a smile, and then went back to her friends. I looked after her as she left, something really snapped inside of me. I saw her walking in all her beauty, self confident as she is, and I think I was in love with her at least for that moment. I felt a heat inside of me and my "secret" submissive nature came onto the surface. I think I was glowing inside and outside and I started to cook the meal.

 

At first, I prepared a little salad for each of the ladies and brought it to them. At that point I was already the servant. I elegantly serviced the group of women and focused on my role as a chief cook and waiter. While at the beginning I tried to have a conversation with them, I now served as a speechless servant. I think I cooked the best meal ever and so the whole evening went on like this.

 

Monique treated me like a waiter and her guests just ignored me and enjoyed the evening. I have to

say that in that moment, I was like in a trance. I couldn't think of anything else but to please Monique and her guests. They were so beautiful, each of them and together they radiated a strong erotic power to me. I was in subspace, transformed into what I dreamed about so many times and I

enjoyed this. I made some desert and some coffee after the meal, took away the plates and cleaned the table, and then waited in the kitchen for Monique's commands.

 

She called me into the living room and so I stood there in front of the table and the three ladies laughed and applauded me for my service. Monique stretched her hand towards me and as if I was remote controlled, I kneeled down in front of her and gently and full of love kissed her hand. The two other women cheered and congratulated Monique for this. Monique gently stroke my face with her hand looking down on me friendly and  understanding and I bowed even deeper and kissed her feet. I don't know what made me do all this, but I was nothing but a doll in this moment. And in fact the women started to talk about me and how much they would love to have me for a weekend in their homes, as they have so many things to clean.

 

While I was down there at Monique's feet and heard these ladies talking like this, I nearly had an orgasm. I was so hot, and the voice of Monique went through me like a knife through butter. She controlled me and in fact I desired nothing more at that moment, then for her to give me an order I could obey, something for me to do for her, just because she wants it.

 

While I was at her feet, she called me her pet and I guess I was just that. And if she would have

whipped me, I would have taken it gladly as a reward. I was all hers. I have never experienced something like this in real life. I felt I was where I am supposed to be. She asked me get up and she dismissed me for the evening. I got up and left both confused and aroused. As I was leaving, the three women were laughing. This humiliation was a gift for me, this embarrassment I took in this moment as a pleasure and a joy.

 

When I met Monique the next time there was something really beautiful between us, a mutual understanding. No tension and no expectations. She asked me how I liked that evening and I told her how much I enjoyed it and how excited I became. We both laughed. Monique is engaged and will be marrying soon, but she told me that she wants to keep me around, for dinners with her women's group, as well as doing some garden work and running errands for her. We have a special friendship and I am excited about being her servant.

 

 

From Daniel M:

 

When I was twenty-two, I was at college and taking film and the creative arts.  One of my instructors was a dominant woman named Alicia Winston. I found myself drawn to her with an exciting yet scary intense chemistry.

 

She invited me to stay over at her studio for a number of days.  When I arrived, I was in for a pleasant shock.  She answered, wearing black tights and leather boots. She had this confident and assertive manner, that I admired. She sat down and crossed her Amazonian legs in the most authoritarian manner.  At her command, I sat down before her, feeling like that naughty schoolboy being kept after.

 

There was this unique energy between us, for she essentially knew my submissive and safe masochistic feelings and desires.  She ordered me to put on a pair of snug little girl's short shorts and then she kidded me about how cute and naughty I looked in them.  My blushing was embarrassing but overpoweringly thrilling.

 

First, she firmly told me to NOT address her by her first name, but to address her as Ms Winston.  There was no doubt as to who would be wearing the pants. In that real world, I 'm very much of that dominant take-charge guy, but in private I prefer to allow the woman to take over, for it really can get lonely at the top. 

 

Ms Winston introduced me to bondage in her impressive, makeshift dungeon. I was left alone for awhile, secured to the wall, as I tripped on my childhood bondage fantasies. Ms Winston returned and stood before me.  I couldn't help but stare down at her legs, too shy and embarrassed to face her.  She told me, in the most scolding way, that I belonged over her knees.  Since puberty, I always had masturbation fantasies of being dominated by a strong and compassionate woman (not that stereotypical dominatrix-from-hell that porn poorly conveys), and I especially fantasized about being soundly spanked by a powerful woman.

 

Ms. Winston did just that and its left a lasting impression ever since. Then she splendidly took me to her bedroom and introduce me to her world of D/S sex. It was better than what my wild fantasies could have helped to incite.  There was this high positive energy and creative erotic chemistry between us.

 

I became her houseboy and maid; assuming the role-reversed submissive feminine position. We learned much from one another and were able out work out any problems rationally, without it later leading to anything toxic or unfulfilling.  Moreover, we both learned from our mistakes and helped each other grow even further.

 

I now seek to correspond with decent dominant women who know the score. Unlike many men, I see a vital value in the right kinds of Feminine-dominated BDSM mutually consensual relationships for both concerned parties. I appreciate the opportunity to express my background erotic experiences and personal views on this all-too-often grossly misconstrued safe, sane and positively consensual passionate lifestyle.

 

I'd very much would like to hear your honest response. Thank you.

 

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