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From Michael H:

 

Dear Elise, I love reading the real life stories published here. I have been deeply drawn to the idea of female domination for many years, and have been fortunate enough to have met a couple of women who have enjoyed being in charge. My interest in this area began when I was in college, and moved in with my girlfriend, an Iranian woman, for two years. Soraya was a very attractive, independent person who I think found my desire to treat her as an equal and more (being from such a patriarchal culture) quite refreshing.

 

We got along great and were very attracted to each other. One sticking point, however, arose shortly after I moved into her off-campus apartment. Soraya was extremely neat and tidy, and while I was not a slob, I was also not nearly as neat as her. She began to get irritated with my habits, such as not washing glasses or dishes immediately after I used them, or leaving the toilet seat up after use. Her complaints about my habits grew, and I tried to accommodate her, but somehow I could not keep up with her extreme meticulousness.

 

Well, during this time I was also quite privately, living now for the first time with a beautiful woman, admiring her sexy lingerie, especially the red baby doll nightie she sometimes wore. I was a secret crossdresser and submissive who also enjoyed being submissive, especially when I was subject to humiliating punishments that made women laugh. But I had never told a soul about my desires. In fact, I rarely ever indulged my desires at this time.

 

Well, one night, after Soraya again complained about my lack of cleaning, she made a joke that maybe she should spank me to get me in line. Secretly, I was very turned on but said nothing. The next day, however, after we had gotten home in the late afternoon, I told her that I was willing to really try harder to be neater. Accordingly, to show her how sincere I was, I would if she wanted write up a list of disciplinary measures she could employ on me if I failed to follow the list of household rules. She was very enthusiastic. Myself, I was secretly turned on, because I knew that in between such disciplinary measures as having to, for example, "Scrub Toilet Every Night for a Week," or "Wash Dishes Immediately After School," and other mundane chores, I could insert a couple of really embarrassing (and sexually exciting) punishments. Like, "Wear Baby Doll Nightie and Stand in Corner for Half an Hour." Or, "Stand With Nose and Dick Touching Wall, Nude and Sing the National Anthem." Silly, funny things like that.

 

It only took one day before she had a complaint, again about the dishes. She asked for my list and while I stood there nervously, I remember being worried that now I was about to face more than I had bargained for, and would have to actually do something really embarrassing. But I also thought she would Probably just choose something like, "Vacuum Rug for Next Two Days." Not to be. She went right for the humiliating jugular. I was ordered to don the baby doll nightie and spend the next half-hour standing in the corner. Then she added the kicker. I would have to stand there with the curtains open (it was night and we lived next to a sidewalk), plus put on a pair of her black pantyhose. I was shocked but marched off to the bedroom to don my humiliating uniform.

 

I was so nervous and embarrassed, as I recall. I was actually being made to do this! But I dutifully put the nightie on, which I had never worn before, and the stockings, and then I looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe how I looked. I knew she would laugh at me and sheepishly I poked my head around the corner, before swallowing my pride and entering front and center to stand before her at attention in the living room. Soraya laughed out loud, circling around me, delighted and amused at my humiliating appearance. Then she took me by the hand, walked me over to the corner, opened the curtains, and pushed me face first into the corner.

 

"Now, you can learn your lesson," she said. I stood there transfixed at this first encounter with female domination and humiliation. She sat on the couch reading, while glancing up at me. After about ten minutes, she ordered me to turn around so "I can see your face." I remember standing there, terrified that someone outside would see me. I asked her at one point, "What if someone came over?" and I remember she laughed and said, "Well, you'll just have to stay there."

 

No one came over but that was the beginning of her regular domination over me. If I left the toilet seat up even once, I was required to have to sit to pee for five days. Or, I would have to sit on the toilet with my pants down and the door open for half an hour. Once for leaving my underpants on the floor, I was ordered into the closet and then had the underpants placed over my head. She shut the door and I sat in the dark closet for a long time. Another time, I was made to go outside after dark, and do 10 push-ups over a mud puddle, dropping my face into the muddy water each time, while shouting, "One, Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am!" repeatedly. Twice she brought a large pink bow with her on trips to the mall, and made me sit in the car with the bow in my hair until she returned. The second time a woman nearby saw me and smiled.

 

When our college days ended, Soraya and I moved to Houston, and sad to say, we eventually broke up. But since then I have been totally intoxicated with the idea of serving a woman, especially as her plaything to be humiliated for her amusement. I have had the fortune to serve other dominant women.

 

I could go on, but I just want to say that I really appreciate the exchange you provide. I think a lot of people have all kinds of ways they explore their sexual relationships, and bringing it out into the open can only be healthy. Thanks.

 

 

From Jena H:

 

Elise, I had to write to tell you about some unexpected but pleasant benefits to role-playing. It started as role-playing but now it is real life. My husband was the one who showed me your site and he wanted me to get some of your procedures. I was not interested in a 24/7 D/s relationship but I was open to trying some role-playing. We tried a few of your procedures and they were fun but procedure number eight was the best.

 

We did that one about five different times and each time I role-played a different part. The last time we did it, I was a female warden and he was my prisoner (I got this idea from your site). I assigned him all kind of chores and I enforced my authority by standing over him (dressed in leather and holding a riding crop) as he performed his chores. I got into the part and I was very demanding. I worked him like a dog and he was drenched in sweat from all the dusting, cleaning, scrubbing and lifting.

 

My husband was having difficulty sleeping, in fact he hasn't slept well for months. That night, he was so exhausted, he slept like a baby. He works out at a fitness center but I am not there to monitor him and I don't think he pushes himself hard enough. He is basically your typical lazy man.

 

I told him to stop going to the fitness center and instead, he was to report to me each night after work and I was going to assign him plenty of strenuous chores. I became his female warden most every night. I would dress in an outfit that excited him and I assigned him lots of chores. Each day at lunch, I make out his list. When he gets home from his sedentary desk job, I work him hard.

 

Some nights he hates this and pleads with me to give him the night off. Other nights, he looks forward to it as he can't wait to see which outfit I will wear. I make him do chores five nights a week (4 weekdays and 1 weekend with Wednesday and Sunday off). I have never been aggressive in my life but I really get into this warden role. I am even getting comfortable in giving him a few whacks with my riding crop if he slacks off.

 

I don't always stand over him but I will check in on his progress. My evenings are relaxing and leisurely as I watch television, surf the net and do my yoga. I shed my fetish outfit usually after the first hour. That is what motivates him to get started but once he gets on a roll, I dress more casually. It is a little bit of a pain to have to dress up but I would rather do that for an hour than do housework. I assign him more than just the housework. He does yard work, laundry, handyman duties, and all kinds of chores. You should see our place. It has never looked so good.

 

Besides having a clean and well maintained house, there have been incredible health benefits to my husband. He had high blood pressure and very high cholesterol. The doctor was just about to put him on medication because the fitness center and his diet was not getting the job done. Now that he slaves away for me five nights a week, his blood pressure and cholesterol are down and he is sleeping again. I really push him hard and that is what he needed. He needed a dominant woman who would force him to work.

 

We still incorporate role-playing into this routine as I will borrow from your procedure number eight and be his drill Sergeant, his policewoman, his German Gestapo agent, and his warden. I have outfits for all of these roles as well as a Dominatrix outfit (his favorite) and some other fetish outfits. I am very demanding and after he finishes one chore, I immediately make him start on the next with little time for a break. This keeps his heart rate up and that is why his health has improved. He works until ten o'clock each night and then he must shower and retire to bed. Some nights if I am in the mood, I will allow him to cut off at nine o'clock and after his shower, he will have to tend to my sexual needs. That happens about once a week.

 

Anyway I wanted to thank you for procedure number eight and your website for giving me this idea. Neither of us liked doing housework but this way it is entertaining and as we have discovered, beneficial.

 

 

 

From Ken K:

 

Dear Elise Sutton, I have a somewhat unusual story which You are free to edit, use, or refuse (of course). It is unusual it contains no physical contact nor a sexual scene.

 

I do not know if it is common knowledge that Women have made considerable gains in the World of Fine Art; from Universities, to Museum curators, to gallery owners, and of course as artists. I know it is not common knowledge that there is quite an active philosophy of Female Superiority in these circles, not overt as of yet, but I have heard the term in several lectures at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, where I am a "mature" student.

 

I hope I may be allowed to point out that these women have the qualities I admire most in anyone: education, refinement, a quiet and self contained life, love of nature and beauty. I listen when they talk.

 

Last summer I was contacted by a Madame X (I use the name in reference to the anonymous name given the fine woman in Sargeant's real portrait). I am but an emerging artist in a city with a half dozen accomplished portrait painters so I was flattered but amazed that she wanted me to paint her portrait. Madame X mentioned that I was recommended by a particular friend of hers, whom I knew as a fine and very Dominant Woman.

 

I drove out to a very nice Colonial House and farmette in Bucks County, immediately impressed by the quality of this home especially in its contrast to the much more expensive Mansions surrounding it.

 

I was shown "into Her presence" by a handsome and collared man who was noted to be Her fine slave and husband. I was watched closely for reaction but honestly was impressed by Madame X and the house.

 

Colonials are often small and the ground floor was almost entirely the main room with a large fireplace and doors opening to a sunroom, and the dining room, kitchen. A fine tea service was set on a butler's table in the dining room, the slave retired to the kitchen.

 

The main room had a fine kourous torso, some prints of fox hunting, books, plants and a very fine winged chair which was Her seat. No chair had been placed for me so I stood through the interview. Madame X wanted a portrait for the wall opposite the entrance to the room, to mark the house as Her domain.

 

It was a good space. We discussed size, view, regretted there was no flower or sign that would signify a Dominant Woman through the centuries to come. I explained the process of my painting, the original experiment with pos and lighting, the quick oil studies and then the formal sittings. It was all normal, enjoyable, and when her now nude slave served Her tea and She thought a few minutes before allowing us tea, it simply seemed correct.

 

I did receive the commission and I think I brought out the quality of this remarkable woman. I was never nude but ever "in service" as if a painter granted a few sittings at a country estate. And Her painting dominates the room as I hope it will down through the next few centuries.

 

 

  

  

  

  

  

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