FEMME DOMME 4
From Larry G:
I have been a long time devotee of Female Domination and have wasted many years and obscene amounts of money trying to satisfy my needs but ultimately all I ever succeeded in doing was alienating my wife and jeopardizing our marriage. My wife had never been comfortable with the idea of dominating me. That is really quite an understatement. My wife hated the idea, not unlike so many women whose stories I have read about on your web-site.
We have been married for eighteen years and before we were married I tried to introducer her to the lifestyle but she wanted nothing to do with it and when ever the subject came up it inevitably led to arguments and tears. So I became a good husband and kept my fantasies to myself, visiting Professional Dom's behind my wife's back and getting other relief from magazines and videos, inevitably getting caught and causing no end of heartbreak and disappointment for my wife. In the years we have been married I honestly believe that almost every argument we have ever had have been the result of my obsession with Female Domination.
All this changed when I discovered your web-site. I approached Cathy, my wife, rather tentatively one last time in an attempt to get her to read some intelligent literature on the subject, and to my absolute delight my wife became more than a wee bit interested. There were so many aspects of the subject that she had misunderstood or I hadn't explained properly that were made as clear as day to her by your site.
I'm not a masochist I'm a submissive, a big difference, and I didn't want my wife to dress in leather and whip me. If she wanted to there would be nothing I could do to stop her, but I believe she isn't a sadist, but in saying that she made me extremely excited when she told me that she could learn to be! Female Domination isn't an easy thing to understand, but I believe a lot of questions are answered in your site.
So that is the background to what has started to happen. As they say on television. "It won't happen over night but it will happen."
After Christmas when our two daughters went away for a couple of days my wife started on our new relationship. She demanded every magazine, video, DVD, that I have on the subject be brought to Her. There wasn't much but I relinquished everything I had to Her. She then presented me with a contract that she had drawn up and told me to read it carefully. I would be required to sign it. It contained everything that I had spoken to Her about. Transfer's of everything to Her name. House, cars, other investment properties, bank account into Her name. In fact everything that we had in joint ownership be transferred to Her alone.
I was to be transferred to the spare bedroom. She would take over the main bedroom I would no longer sleep with my wife unless she allowed me to do so. She outlined a list of chores that would forever be mine. And as you can guess it was all the menial work. Everything except cooking, my wife is an excellent cook and more to the point enjoys doing it. She would do most of the cooking but. I would do it if She didn't feel like it. She set a budget on how much she would spend on Herself a month and a similar one for me. There was also a little clause in there that said She would 'experiment with other lovers' and I would be celibate for as long as She decided and that any masturbating would not be tolerated at all. She hasn't spoken of a chastity devise but will be bitterly disappointed if She needed to buy one. The contract was two pages long and left me in no doubt as to what my Wife required from me. I read the entire document a couple of times and I was happy to comply with Her wishes.
"Do you want me to sign it?" I asked.
"Yes but not yet. It needs to be witnessed" She smiled and took the papers away with Her leaving me wondering what I had created.
An hour or so later I was cleaning the swimming pool and my wife told me she was going shopping and that she would require a bath when She got back. She said it loud enough that the neighbors could hear and I had a twinge of embarrassment, because. I'm sure they did!
My wife phoned ten minutes from home and told me to get Her bath ready. When She arrived I met her and took the groceries and other pieces that she had bought and put them away as She retired to Her bath. This was the start.
We never spent a lot of money on ourselves. The kids and other things always came before self indulgence and when we did buy anything for ourselves it was usually the cheapest that was available. The kids are older now and have jobs to support their needs which gives us a chance to spend a bit on ourselves and my wife has taken to this new lifestyle of our like a duck to water if the shopping she had done was any indication. I hung the new clothes She had just purchased in Her closet and attended to Her needs when She called. She eventually got out of her bath and told me to use Her water and clean myself up as She was expecting company. I drained the bath and cleaned Her ensuite. Then I got dressed myself. When I returned to the front room I was stunned at how beautiful my wife looked. She had recently had her hair restyled and with the new clothes She had bought all the building blocks were falling into place. She had just bought a black silk blouse and a black skirt that hemmed just above Her knee. She had never bought stockings in all the years I had known Her, but I knew She was wearing them now because they were amongst Her recent purchases.
"You look sensational." I said. She had never taken compliments well, probably because she didn't get many. I think things are about to change for Her.
She smiled and gave me a funny look. " Bit over dressed aren't you?"
"We're going out aren't we?"
"I'm going out. You're going nowhere." It was the first time I felt like she was controlling things. I was about to protest but realized that things were changing and wasn't this what I wanted?
"I'm just nipping out for half an hour. While I'm gone I want you to shave yourself. You know what I mean. Everywhere! I've laid out what I want you to be wearing when I get back." And with that she left me. I wandered back to my tiny room and saw a small pair of white silk panties and a collar with a polished metal disc with the engraving 'Cathy's boy.' I went into the bathroom and proceeded to shave off all of my body hair. Fortunately I found the tube of Nair that Cath had left out. I was surprised at how quick and easily my hair was removed with the cream. I'm not a particularly a hairy man but it still took me about an hour to feel confident that I'd removed every hair. I removed the hair that was blocking the drain and tidied the bathroom and returned to my room and dressed in the rest of the clothing that my wife had left out for me, it didn't take me very long. The tiny panties were a couple of sizes too small and covered very little. I fastened the collar around my neck and wondered how long I would have to wait for my Mistress to return.
I didn't have to wait long, but what surprised me was that She wasn't alone. I recognized the voices of a couple of Cath's female friends, Karen and Janice. This both excited me and scared me. My wife came down to my room looking very pleased with Herself. She had been for lunch with the girls and had enjoyed a couple of drinks.
"Come on. I've got someone I'd like you to meet." She fastened the leash to my collar and I crawled out behind Her. I have known Karen and Janice for about ten years. Karen was a tall attractive blonde divorced about two years ago. She is an amusing woman who enjoys a laugh and I could hear her enjoying a joke with Janice. My entrance into the front room beside my Mistress caused both women to stop laughing immediately. They seemed as uneasy as me, but not for long!
"Oh my God!" Exclaimed Janice. "What have we got here? I think that there perception of me until that moment had been that I was very much a man's man, very much the man in charge of the family. How wrong could they have been? I knelt on all fours before them, head bowed. No one knew quite what to say. So my wife broke the silence.
"What you see here girls is my new husband. Larry say hello to Karen and Janice."
I looked up at the two bemused women and said hello.
"Larry wants to become my slave, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress Catherine." I quietly mumbled.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear that."
"Yes Mistress Catherine." I repeated in a firmer voice. The two women had never seen anything quite like this and couldn't believe what they were witnessing.
"Is this for real?" asked Janice
"Very much so." My wife informed her, and handed her a copy of our contract. I knelt before the women, the silence in the room was deafening as Janice then Karen read through the contract that my wife had drawn up. I couldn't believe what was happening. For years I had had this fantasy and now it was unfolding before me, but I didn't feel horny. I felt really stupid, but this was what I wanted. Wasn't it?
"Well, well." Karen said finally. "How wrong can you be about someone?" Endorsing what I thought that Karen had originally thought of me. The contract was finally handed back to my wife and Cath handed it to me.
"Sign it." My Mistress ordered. She handed me a pen and the three women watched as I signed the document. Cath signed it and the Janice and Karen witnessed my signature . The signed contract was then handed back to my wife and she folded it and put it in an envelope.
"Right were going down to the pool for while. I notice that there's no washing hanging out there so there must be some to do, and there's a pile of ironing that needs to be done isn't there?" My wife enquired.
"Yes Mistress." I replied.
"I don't expect to tell you to do these things. These things should be done automatically. I won't tell you again. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress Catherine."
"Before you start make up one of those jugs of punch you do and bring it down to the pool with three glasses."
"Yes Mistress Catherine." I obediently replied. The women went down to my wife's room to change and I went about my duties.
And that is how my new life started. Nothing startling we haven't broken any new ground as far as setting new standards in Female Domination go but we have only just begun.
I'll ask my wife to write Her account one day. I'll be very interested to see what She has to say.
My message to anyone reading this is if you are male and have a partner who is reluctant to adopt the FemDom life style. Don't give up. Introduce your partner to Ms Sutton's site and allow her time to absorb and understand all the benefits to be gained by embracing the lifestyle.
If you are Female and have listened to your male trying to convince you to 'try it'. Give it a go. My wife is so much more confident and I feel is starting to regret not having taken control years ago.
Thank you once again Ms Elise. I will keep you posted on our progress.
From Alex L:
Ma'am, This is a real life story that I think is suitable for inclusion on your website, though of course you will be the sole arbiter of that.
I am an English male who has had deeply submissive feelings towards women since adolescence, my first remembered fantasy being about a German teacher of mine punishing me.
I did have a girlfriend for eleven years who was interested in BDSM practices but was not an adherent of Female Superiority. This story is not about her but about the woman who was to become my wife though sadly we are now in the process of divorce, albeit a very amicable one.
I was living and working in East Africa. I was single at the time and dating on a casual basis. I first met S (her first initial) after I had been there for about four months and fell in lover with her that very first night. Looking back she had a natural dominance that combined with her beauty and elegance was guaranteed to make me weak at the knees. At the time she was 21 and I was 37. We began seeing each other daily; though unlike a number of the African women I had dated she showed no interest in our relationship developing into a sexual one.
We married within a short time and the marriage remained without penetrative sex though I was allowed to orally please her from time to time. I remember very vividly watching a video about an undercover policewoman who had to go into a brothel to find a murdered. At one point she was playing the classical Domina with a man at her feet. I remember my wife laughing as though it was ridiculous and so I kept quiet about my thoughts and increasing desire to be dominated by her. Dominated more by her I should say because she was clearly in charge of many aspects of our life sexually and also in relation to where we went, who we met etc.
A year after meeting her I had to come back to England and she came with me. I still had not had penetrative sex with her though oral worship was becoming more frequent. She also liked to have her feet kissed and licked.
About six months after moving back to England we were watching a film on television, which featured a woman whipping a man. I asked her what she though of it and she said she approved. I was a little surprised and raised the issue of the video we had seen some time before. She explained that she had laughed because she felt it was how all men should be treated.
We discussed the issue further and she said that she would like me to shave my legs. I had done so before and so readily agreed. Her transformation was amazing more affectionate and constantly coming into the bathroom to check progress.
This developed further over several weeks as she gave full reign to her desires for me. At dinner one night she suggested that she would prefer to call me Nicole and that it would be better if I dressed in women's clothes at home. I bought books and equipment for her including a CB2000 and a Kali's teeth bracelet. Very soon I had become Nicole her maid doing all of the housework and waiting on her. She had a little bell she would ring to summon me to light a cigarette or pour a drink. There were many times when we would just be as a normal couple, going out or relaxing watching television at home but always now she was in control.
I will not go into the detail of all of the things that we did but I will mention that two of her favorite activities were golden showers and domestic discipline. Golden showers actually consisted of her delivering her nectar into a glass reserved for the occasion and me then drinking it in front of her.
Oral worship of her became more and more frequent as her domination of me continued at a faster pace. New rules such as kissing her feet when returning home from work and calling her Ma'am when at home were introduced. I was so firmly Nicole in her mind that sometimes she would slip in public into calling me Nicole. On a few occasions when close friends of hers were visiting I remained as Nicole and she was not afraid to discipline me in front of them.
She did not openly cuckold me but I suspect that she did with men on a very few occasions but more often with women and I will come back to that later. She also suggested that Nicole should learn about how sex is for a woman and it was not long before I was learning to perform oral on a man, the submissive husband of a woman we met through the Internet.
For me this was a very fulfilling time in my life. But it was not to last. On a holiday to her home country in Africa she met a Belgian woman and it quickly became apparent that she would prefer to stay in her homeland. After several trips back and forth she finally settled back in her homeland although she visits Europe on occasion. I have not seen her since though we talk regularly on the phone. She has never admitted to preferring women sexually. This is a big taboo in her culture.
I now feel an emptiness that only a dominant woman can fill. I am not a cross-dresser in normal circumstances by the way and this is not really part of my won desires it was for her.
From David W:
Dear Mistress Elise, I would not normally trouble Your busy schedule, but since You mentioned You would accept real stories, I thought I would share mine.
I know many men come to realize their submissive sides late in life, but mine came very early. I was only in second or third grade. When my Teacher assigned a project I could not complete in time, I got a very weird feeling between my legs. At this time, I certainly had no idea what was going on... I guess I became somewhat of a teacher's pet, as it was very gratifying for me to perform tasks for Her such as cleaning the blackboard and sweeping.
When I was 13, my family moved to a rural neighborhood. I soon got jobs working on the small farms nearby, as well as doing gardening work.
Next door to us was a divorcee named Shirley. After She had heard about my work, She asked me if I would do lawn-mowing and other chores for Her. I gladly went to work for Her; and never charged Her for it. I don't think the other people I worked for had any idea I was working for free. Shirley never demanded free work, but She never offered payment. My Mother realized this, however, but she never questioned it.
Shirley did critique my work; and once again the realization of this Dominant Woman stirred very strong feelings in me. Shirley was very beautiful, and wore the shortest shorts I'd ever seen. She had me so wrapped up in her I never considered going out or dating when she'd call me to do some work. To me, working for her was the fulfillment of my life.
Eventually, in addition to yardwork, Shirley had me cleaning Her house; vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing the bathroom, etc. Although I got a bit resentful as I was missing much social action, I never refused Her.
Shirley did spank me once. She had two teenage daughters; and once I tried to kiss Shelley, the older one. After strapping me thoroughly, she informed me I was not allowed to even look at Her Daughters. I apologized and I never attempted anything with them again, though Shirley remained foremost in my thoughts.
When I turned 18, I went away to college. I met a girl, Janet, we eventually got married. After a year or so of vanilla sex, I confessed to her my inclinations. Janet tried her best to be a Dom. She spanked me often, even buying a riding crop to properly discipline me. But it didn't work. Her heart was just not in it.
After She divorced me, I became manager of a local bookstore. There I met Nancy. She is a natural dominant. At first, She made many suggestions; these suggestions became commands in short order. I think we both realized we were what each other was looking for. The highlight came when, as manager, I hired someone She did not approve of, and She took out Her displeasure on me in the back room.
Today, I live only for her, and She is a responsible Mistress. I know She loves me very much, and her decisions are made in our best interest.
She resigned her position, and today I am responsible not only for providing a paycheck but also for all the house and yard work. In addition, I am required to clean Her sister's house and do the yardwork there.
So, all in all, I have achieved my goal. Though many men would object to this lifestyle I am perfectly happy being Nancy's slave 24-7. Thank You for letting me share my story.
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