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From Karl S:

 

Dear Ms Sutton, I am a happy but worried husband from Europe. Last month I discovered your amazing web site, the best about Female Supremacy in the world!

 

My wife Andrea and I are firm believers in Female Supremacy. I'm young (23) and not well experienced in the facts of life. Andrea is older (39) than I and more experienced. Her mother Helga is a blonde Swedish lady and was a professional Dominatrix in the 70's in the Netherlands. Andrea was born within a female supremacist marriage and she was herself a Pro Dom during college. Now Andrea has a boutique and I'm her shop-assistant and her house husband.

 

Our marriage is a female supremacist one. We married eighteen months ago and from our wedding night, I wear a chastity device, a CB2000, and the only form of sex for us is me tonguing Andrea, usually twice a day. She is set against vanilla intercourse and she says the tongue is the real sex organ of males. Nothing wrong in this, she is a woman and knows the facts of life better than me.

 

On the other side, I empty myself twice a week, on Saturday and Sunday night if I'm a very good boy during week. This happens almost every weekend because I do my very best to pamper her. The way this is done is a routine. Before bedtime she emerges dressed in only her panties, bra and high heel shoes. Believe me, Ms Sutton, her feminine power is unbelievable. I drop to my knees at once and hurry to kiss her feet; happy as a dog near its owner. Ms Sutton, Andrea is so beautiful and powerful I can't resist from dropping to my knees. If she's in a good mood, Andrea lets me kiss and lick her feet for a while and then she blindfolds me before taking off her panties. I'm always blindfolded when I worship Andrea because we've learned from the early time of our marriage that the sight of her naked body is enough for me to have a wet accident.

 

Next, she ties my legs together and my arms firmly in place behind my back. Of course I'm always naked for this ritual. When my hands are secured, she unlocks the CB2000 and I get an erection ready to be used for sex. Andrea lightly slaps my balls to get rid of my swelling and to cool me down to avoid wet accidents. Two or three painful slaps are usually enough to soften me down. At this point Andrea slips my cock inside one of her shoes still warm from her foot. Then, she fixes it firmly in place with one of her stockings. This done, she has me lay on her bed, on my belly, while my cock rises, filling her shoe. Then she begins to spank me.

 

She uses a large belt as her spanking instrument. A belt is a lethal weapon in her hands. She doesn't like to use her hands and she's very experienced as spanker. To tell you the truth she doesn't call these "spankings", but instead: "lessons in humility and respect". During the spanking I have to fuck her warm shoe, pumping it as quickly as it rests on her bed. A few hits from her on my ass are enough to make me beg her for mercy.

 

She nearly beats the very being out of me every time, impressing her superiority inside my brain. She spanks me without fury or anger, but with method and regularity like she's doing some fitness exercise. I'm in tears in seconds but believe me Ms Sutton, I cry like a baby not only for pain but also for the joy to be spanked by Andrea. I don't know how to explain what I feel. I'm very proud of her, and I feel a deep happiness to be her husband. These feelings are rising in me week by week.

 

Since we've been married, her shoes are as close to making lover to her as she has permitted. In the beginning, I wanted to make love with Andrea, but I've learned to accept her rule. After two months of

marriage, I complained to Andrea about the lack of intercourse between the two of us and she said it was her decision and then she added that I had better appreciate that she allows me to hump her shoes. I suffered the consequences at once because, to reinforce her point of view, she kept me chaste for the next month. I learned quickly to thank her with all my heart for the opportunity to make love to her shoes and I learned to never complain to her again.

 

In spite of the sexual pleasure rising from my cock encased inside her warm shoe, luckily the spanking is hard enough to reduce my sexual pleasure and so I can go on for a long time. It's hard to explain my feelings during those moments. I'm both in heaven and hell. The spanking ends when I come in her shoe and during the entire spanking she scolds me. After coming she lets me cool down for a few minutes, during which she goes on lecturing me about respect for females. Then I have to thank her politely and if I'm not respectful enough she gives me another round of blows. As you can imagine, to avoid it I'm very submissive and very respectful. When she's ok about my behavior, she releases my cock and I have to suck and lick all my cum from her shoe. Ended this task, she cleans me using a wet and cold towel before locking my CB2000 in place again. Once I'm safe, Andrea unties my arms and legs and lets me kiss and lick her feet as reward. Then, it's my duty to tongue her vagina urgently until she obtains two or three orgasms.

 

In a few laps I lose myself, the world is cut away from my mind and I only exist to worship Andrea. Blindfolded and on my knees, smelling her scent and tasting her, my thoughts run miles away and I am lost in my mind, in subspace. If she doesn't stop me by patting my head with her hand saying "it's enough, boy!", I'm able to lick her for hours and I am in heaven. Ms Sutton, how can the female sex be so powerful?

 

This is my story and you can easily see the only sex Andrea gets in our marriage is from my tongue, usually twice a day. Not much pleasure for her from it, I think! So, I don't understand! A wave of profound happiness rises in me when I worship my Goddess. When I lick her it is both bliss and heaven for me. Now I don't see what's in it for her. I guess it's pleasing for a woman to be worshiped like this, but still, dear Ms Sutton, compared to my pleasure, what is in this for Andrea? It seems like sheer charity to me. It seems she's doing a charitable work on me every day. I gain so much. But Andrea?

 

I get a lot of sexual pleasure through being allowed to hump her shoes every weekend and I get mental pleasure from being allowed to tongue her to orgasm everyday. I ask myself if Andrea's doing the right thing about my chastity and her training style? You advocate to handle males through arousal and chastity. I have read other FemDom material that agrees with you. In this way a woman is able to improve a male's eagerness to serve. Instead, it seems to me Andrea is being too liberal with my orgasms. You said an aroused man is eager to serve like a puppy. I agree with you. When she had forbidden my relief for a month, I was eager to serve her. I tried to tell her about my worries but she said I have to trust, obey and respect her without question. I'm afraid Andrea is feeding me with too much sex. What's you opinion?

 

 

From Jessica:

 

My name is Jessica. I am 26 years old and like you I have come to be a firm believer in female supremacy. I feel it very important for my husband to believe this also, and think it important that he regard himself as not only inferior to me, but to women in general. In addition I try to promote this lifestyle to other women, and recently had a wonderful experience promoting both these goals through a new female friend named Misty.

 

Misty is an adorable 20 year old blond whom I work with and had just got out of an abusive relationship. I decided to have her over to my home to see how a man is supposed to treat a lady. I had her come over so we could spend the day shopping together while my husband cleaned house. When she arrived she saw my husband in the driveway cleaning our vehicles. I had her come in briefly so she could see our home which was respectably clean but still somewhat messy, and we then took off in my sportscar. This was so my husband could surprise her by washing her car while we were gone.

 

We spent most of the day at the mall and during the day I called my husband several times, explaining to Misty that this was both to tell him that I love him, but also to make sure he was cleaning the house and not playing on the internet (we have only one phone line). When we returned to my home she was astounded to see her vehicle immaculately clean, and was even more impressed when she saw our home was absolutely spotless. What impressed her most though was that my husband had also prepared a three course meal for us. During the meal my husband waited on both Misty and I hand and foot, fixing and replenishing our glasses and plates, and asking each of us repeatedly if our food was ok.

 

After the meal, Misty and I lounged in the living room sipping wine and watching television while my husband did the dishes (Misty offered to help but he refused). I left the wine bottle in the kitchen so he would have to come to us periodically and fill our glasses (I would holler to him that one of us need more wine and he would hastily scamper in to fill a glass and then go back to work). All this was according to plan as I had told my husband to treat Misty just as though she were me. This was to emphasize to him that as a man he should act subserviently toward all women, and to show Misty how a truly evolved man treats females.

 

The climax of the evening came when after my husband finished the dishes he brought the wine bottle in and knelt beside me. When I knew Misty and I were both fairly intoxicated I complained to my husband that my feet ached from walking in the mall and that he should massage them. He went and got some lotion and did just that, and when Misty commented on how good she could tell I felt, I offered his services to her. She agreed so he went over to her and took off her socks and massaged her feet for a long time. It pleased me see so much to see my husband, a 34 year old professionally degreed and established person, kneeling in the presence of such a young girl and treating her so reverently. It pleased me even more when at the end of the massage I saw a sign of progress with Misty: she told (not asked) my husband that she needed more wine.

 

During the massage she had told him what a wonderful job he had done on the house, to which I replied that the next time we go shopping we should have him clean her apartment. She agreed but insisted on paying him. So a few weeks later my husband went over and cleaned her place and it looked so spectacular it looked like a show apartment. She gratefully paid him $40.00 and we agreed that he should do it again next month. During the ride home though I remembered the procedure of yours we followed where I had my husband promise to take a second job to support my lifestyle, and had him hand over the money to me. I told him that he needed to remember that being allowed to serve Misty was itself a privilege, and that he now needed to be sure and act very subserviently toward Misty as she was now his boss, and I needed the extra income (I actually intend to just save the money and give it back to her when I feel comfortable telling her more about our true lifestyle, as I'm sure the concept of Female Supremacy is still very foreign to her).

 

I was so proud of my husband though that I did want to reward him with something, so I told him that next time we go shopping it will be for swimsuits, and if he does a good job cleaning we will model them for him. I'm flirting with idea of allowing him to massage sun tan lotion on Misty as another future reward, but don't want him to associate his servitude toward Misty or any other woman as sexual (but rather as a male obligation toward all women), and feel this would be like rewarding him with what we used to call "cheap feels". Although if he's wearing his CB 2000 and unable to get aroused this might make it acceptable and be a permissible way for him to pay homage to her.

 

In closing I'd just like to say that I believe the best way to advocate this lifestyle to women is by letting them see the example of our own relationships. As more and more women see how happy we are having totally submissive male partners, inevitably more women will follow in our footsteps and we ultimately will begin to see the dawn of a female dominated society.

 

 

From Tammy P:

 

Elise, I notice that you usually receive questions from either married women or single men. Well I am a single female and I had to write to you to thank you for your web site. I came across your web site totally by accident. I was doing some research for a paper I was writing in college about modern feminism. On one of the search engines I keyed in female supremacy, and your web site was listed. I went into it and had a look around. Well, I was a little shocked but the more I read the more I liked.

 

I always wondered how certain average looking women came to be married to such good-looking husbands. Now I think that I understand. I always believed that I was an average looking woman. I am also on the shy side (at least I use to be) and therefore I have never been asked out very often. I am in my late twenties and I date, but most of the men that have asked me out have been jerks. I use to watch beautiful women date good looking and intelligent guys and I always just figured that these guys were out of my reach.

 

Well that was before I discovered your web page. I made some wholesale changes to myself. I made myself as attractive on the outside that I could, but more important, I made myself attractive on the inside. I bought some leather clothes and I dressed to look dominant and sophisticated, but not sleazy. I than began to walk and talk like a superior female, and no longer as a bitter girl who was jealous of other women. Before long, I had men paying attention to me and asking me out on dates. Some were very attractive men.

 

Since I am a superior female, I didn't jump at the first offer or the best looking guy. I started to seek out a submissive male that I could dominate and enslave. I dated a few guys, but then I finally met the submissive of my dreams. We have been dating for the past two months and he is begging me to marry him. I have dominated him from day one and we have done your procedures. We are up to number eight. I can't wait to design my own creative role-playing scenario. I plan on taking this young man (he's twenty-four) as my husband, once he agrees to all of my terms. He is quite submissive and he has really responded to your procedures. Oh, and he is very handsome. All of my female friends are so jealous and amazed at my catch. Their shy, backwards, and plain looking friend has become a new woman. I am now a confident, bold, and superior woman and all men had better look out. I no longer take any crap off of any man. I just wanted to write to you Elise, to thank you for your web site. It has changed my life.

 

 

From Joan S:

 

Elise, I have been involved in the female domination lifestyle for around five years and I have been active in a female domination support group. Last weekend I got to attend my first female domination wedding and I had to share it with you and I wanted to get your opinion.

 

The wedding was held at the house of the president of our support group. The bride wore a very sexy leather dress and thigh high leather boots. She stood at the front of the room as the president of our support group lead the groom down the isle by the leash that attached to the collar he had around his neck. The groom was wearing tuxedo pants and a bow tie, but he had no shirt. There were around twenty people in the audience, a dozen women and about eight men. Two women stood at the front next to the bride. One was standing in for her and the other for the groom.

 

There was a female preacher present to do the ceremony and I don't know what religion or denomination she was associated with, but she was licensed to marry. The groom was lead down the aisle by his leash, and our president handed the leash over to the bride. The groom than kneeled beside his wife to be. The preacher performed the ceremony than the bride and groom gave their vows. The vows were fairly traditional with an emphasis on love and commitment, but the groom did have to pledge his total obedience to the bride.

 

The women standing in were also wearing leather dresses, and they presented the rings to the couple and the bride and groom placed the rings on each other's fingers. However, the woman standing next to groom also presented the bride with the key to his chastity belt, that he was wearing under his pants.

 

 

They kissed and the preacher pronounced them Wife and husband. She than lead him by the leash to the reception area which was where the fun really started. He had to take off his pants, which revealed his chastity device. The bride bound him over a spanking horse, and every woman in attendance got to administer a spanking to him. His butt cheeks were so red by the time all of the ladies were done. Then it was the brides turn. She led him over to a whipping post and fastened him securely. The bride had a great sense of humor and she had us all in stitches as she joked about her husband's future as her slave. Finally, when she was done teasing him and playing to her audience, she administered the hardest whipping I had ever seen a woman give a man. He had tears running down his cheeks and she made him confess to all, what a good slave he was going to be to her.

 

She than released him and forced him to worship her boots right in front of us all. I got so wet watching these activities that I couldn't wait to get home to play with my husband. When she was done verbally humiliating him, she allowed him to dress and the rest of the reception was like any other. We ate, talked, and danced. Of course, all of us women couldn't resist going up to the groom and teasing him about what a good slave he will be. I even got to dance with him and I really teased him as I was dancing with him. Finally, the reception was over and the happy couple headed on their honeymoon. Before they left, the bride announced to all how she couldn't wait for her wedding night as she had purchased a brand new, and very large strap-on dildo that she was going to use on her new husband that night.

 

The whole affair was a lot of fun and now I desire to make my husband marry me over again, as I would like to have a similar ceremony. What is your opinion, Elise, about a female domination wedding ceremony?

 

 

  
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