SUBMISSIVE MALE 5
From Vicki D:
Elise, I would like to share with your readers an incredible experience that has happened to me. I have been practicing the female domination lifestyle for over a year. My husband introduced me to this lifestyle, and I have really taken to it. Of course your web site and your procedures have really aided me in my development as a dominant female. Well like I said, I have been "playing" with my husband only, for over a year. I have thought about becoming a professional and dominating other men because I love doing it so much, but your insight on the draw backs of professional domination kept me from pursuing it.
That was until what happened with my boss at work. Most people reading this will think that I am about to say that I got fed up with my job, so I have decided to go professional with the D&S lifestyle. While it's true that I was getting fed up with my boss and my job, I have taken a different approach. I have corrected my situation at work by making my boss at work my slave. Not only that, but he is now my first paying client. He is going to be seeing me as his professional Dominant, on a monthly basis. How was I able to pull this off, you are probably wondering?
Well it all started by me becoming aware of other men's submissive natures. Through dominating my husband and researching more into the female domination lifestyle, I became aware of submissive men around me, including my boss at work. Now let me explain that my boss is a brilliant man. He didn't get where he is at by being weak or passive. As a matter of fact, most of his employees (me included) viewed him as a SOB. He is very tough, or at least he was very tough.
However, I began to pick up on some of his submissive ways, especially toward women. He would say certain things like the time I accidentally stepped on his foot with my high-heeled shoe. I apologized, but he kind of smiled and said that it was his pleasure. Then there was the time that I told him that if he didn't keep his fingers out of my files, I was going to slap them with my ruler. He kind of got giddy and said something like that would be more pleasure than pain to him. I use to just think that he was strange, but now that I am into this lifestyle, I know that he was sending out submissive signals. Another thing that I noticed was the way that he stared at a woman wearing leather.
Whether it was her coat, or a skirt, he always seemed to give a woman wearing leather an extra long stare. Again, I never noticed this before I was aware of this lifestyle. However, what really cinched things for me, is what happened a month or so ago. Since I am his office associate, I have a key to the file cabinet drawer of his desk. Well, I never go through his files without his permission. Well, he was in a meeting and he called down to me and asked me to look up some figures that he had in a certain file in his desk. I opened his file drawer and I found the figures that he requested. I read them to him over the phone, then I went to put the file away. As I did this, I happened to notice a magazine that he had hidden in a file folder in the back of the drawer. I opened the folder and behold, it was a magazine that advertised professional Dominants. It was page after page of leather clad women advertising their skills in female domination. This really got me excited. I put the magazine back, and I locked up his file drawer.
My boss takes a lot of business trips, so I figured that he must visit professional Dominants whenever he went to a large city. Now that I knew for sure that my boss was a submissive male who desired to be dominated by a woman, this changed my whole relationship with him. I began to act more aggressive and dominant around him. I started to allow more of my dominant personality to flow freely around him. I always cloaked my dominance in humor, making such jokes like how I was going to tie him up and beat him, if he didn't allow me to take an early lunch; or how I was really in charge of our department, since I was a superior female.
He really responded to my dominance and my humor, as I could sense that he would become a little submissive around me when I kidded with him about me dominating him. Then came our Christmas party. It was at our boss's house, as it is every year. He invites everyone from our department, and a few others that work at our company. I know his wife from social affairs, but this year I took extra notice of her personality. She is very quiet and not dominant at all. She's very sweet and I like her, but she isn't going to easily take up the female domination lifestyle.
Hopefully one day she will, but I don't see it happening right now. At this party, I had a few drinks (which is rare) and I loosened up more than I probably should have. I got alone with my boss, out on his deck and I took a real gamble.
I came right out and I asked him if he ever heard of female domination? He got real nervous and acted as if he didn't know what I was talking about. So I asked him if he ever had a desire to be dominated and to be put in his place by a powerful and strong woman. I noticed that he got an immediate erection and he asked me if I was hitting on him. I quickly explained to him that I wasn't and that I was happily married. However, I told him that I was a practicing dominant woman who believed in female supremacy, and as one I could sense when a man had submissive desires. I told him that I believed that he was a man with deep submissive desires and that he should find a dominant woman who could help him to explore those desires. He was really excited and he became very submissive before my eyes. He nervously asked me if I had any woman in mind for him. That is when I told him that I was interested in becoming a professional Dominant, and that if he was willing to become my total and obedient slave, then I would be willing to train him. I immediately told him that no sex would ever take place, as I was devoted to my husband and that I respected his wife. He agreed as he then confessed to me that he had seen a few professional Dominants before, and that he understood what it was all about.
Well from that point on, I owned him. Thanks to you Elise for your assistance, I was able to perform my first professional session with him the other night, and it went real well. My boss is now my slave and he has agreed to see me on a monthly basis. My husband didn't like the idea at first, but I have dealt with him, now he is OK with it. Also, my boss now treats me with the respect that I deserve at our work place. He also now treats all the women in our department with the respect that they deserve. I make sure of this.
Just think, my company gave my boss a large raise at the first of the year, yet they only gave me a few pennies. If they only knew that my boss was going to be giving me most of his raise by paying me for my "services", they could have saved time by giving me the large raise directly. Just kidding of course, as it is much more fun and definitely more beneficial to my boss this way. Thanks again for everything, Elise.
From Claudia:
I am a thirty-something year old African American woman who has always had a unique fantasy. Since I was a young girl, I fantasized about being an Egyptian Queen who had male slaves waiting on me hand and foot. I am not sure where this fantasy came from, perhaps from something as simple and innocent as watching movies and television. On the other hand, perhaps it is deeper than that. Just maybe I am a descendent from a Queen and this desire stems from my heritage. Or maybe it has to do with the latent female power within me that you talk about on your site. Whatever the source, I have always been aroused at the thought of being in a position of supreme authority over men. As I have matured and have come to terms with my black heritage, an interesting element was added to my fantasy. I found myself desiring that all of my male slaves were Caucasian. I am sure there has to be sociological reasons for this but regardless of those reasons, I sure do enjoy having my special fantasy.
I am employed with a company that markets a popular financial software package. I travel all over the country, training people how to use this software. I am an attractive black woman with a great body. I hardly ever work out or exercise due to my lifestyle and schedule but my body is still firm and nicely proportioned in all the right places. I guess I am just blessed in that respect. However, due to my career I have been single my entire life. I have never lacked for men wanting to date me but I have never been able to form a lasting relationship with anyone other than my Mother and my two younger sisters.
Since I am often away from my home in the Chicago area due to my career, having a quality vibrator has been an essential item for survival. My fantasy and my vibrator have gone hand in hand as I have spent many a lonely evenings in a strange hotel in a strange town. Occasionally I meet a man worthy of my attention when I am on the road and there have been some great sexual encounters but those times and those men have been few and far between. So my faithful vibrator has sustained me sexually and I find that when I put my vibrator to good use that my mind immediately transports me into my FemDom fantasy of me being a Queen with white male sex slaves satisfying my every desire.
Ms Sutton, you have written that sometimes fantasy does not translate over to reality. I am sure that is a wise and accurate statement but sometimes a fantasy does come true, if even to a lesser degree. That happened to me not too long ago. I was in a small town in rural Pennsylvania training some nice folks who had purchased our software. One of the men present was a handsome Caucasian who was close to my age. I got certain vibes coming from this man and I could tell that he was staring at my body and that he found me attractive. This is not always the case with conservative white boys because I am very dark-skinned. Unfortunately prejudice still abounds in many rural areas in our country and I have had my experiences with it. Being an African American career woman is not easy. I am stereotyped all too often and I have to prove myself to be intellectually worthy of white men's respect. When I teach our software, I am the teacher and they are my pupils. I am in charge and they are paying my company royally for my time.
In the cities, that is usually not a problem but in conservative, rural areas I can sense the disappointment when I first walk through the doors of their offices. One, I am a woman and second, I am a black woman. I can see it in their eyes that they were hoping for someone more intelligent. In other words, a white man. That makes me angry but also more determined because I know I am more intelligent than most of these men. But I digress from my purpose in writing this story.
This one man, Felix, was able to get past my skin color and he saw me for what I am, a desirable and intelligent woman. I was attracted to him as well and during the second day of the training, I asked him during a break what there was for a single woman to do in his quiet town in the evenings. He told me of some good restaurants and bars. Then to my delight, he offered to show me around if I was willing. I accepted his invitation and we had dinner that night and he showed me around his town. I was staying at a Holiday Inn that had a lounge in the lobby so I invited him for a few drinks the following night after work. He was single, actually he was divorced but he was available.
We had some drinks and the sexual energy between us was powerful. We moved from the bar to a quiet table in the corner. There I asked him about his sexual fantasies. He seemed surprised and he hesitated but he told me a few. Wouldn't you know it, one of them was to be in submission to a powerful woman. Imagine that? When it was my turn, I told him about my Queen fantasy and the D&S energy became so strong between us that I half expected him to drop to his knees right there. I seized on the chemistry and I invited him up to my room.
Felix and I had incredible sex that night. I wasn't expecting this so I had nothing sexy with me to change in to. So I simply stripped down to bra and panties and I had him worship my body as if I was his Queen and he was my sex slave. Felix was more than eager and he worshipped every inch of my full figure. I have a marvelous ass and Felix spent much time worshipping it. He had never been with a black woman before and I could tell that the racial difference added to his excitement. He sucked my large tits and he found his way between my legs. I ordered my slave to please me and he brought me to multiple orgasms with his mouth and tongue. When I was satisifed, I rolled him over on his back, took the condom he had gotten from the bathroom in the lobby and placed it on his small but adequate penis (I think it is true what they say about the difference between black men and white men when it comes to size). Then I proceeded to give this white boy the fuck of his life. He came in about a minute, which made me angry so I slapped his face. This took him by surprise but I could tell that he loved my bitchiness.
Felix and I repeated this scene again the following night in my hotel room but I had to return to Chicago the day after. We communicated by e-mail and we even talked on the phone a few times over the next couple of months. Then I had to return to his town to do some additional training. This time I was better prepared. Each night, I had Felix meet me at my hotel. I brought some sexy lingerie and some toys. One toy I brought was a whip. I had Felix treat me each night like his Queen. He had to feed me my dinner. He had to draw me my bath and bathe me. He had to paint my toenails. He had to massage my body and of course he had to bring me to orgasm using his tongue as he worshipped my body.
I tied Felix to my bed each night and whipped him as my slave. I had never whipped a man before but I learned real fast. At the end of the week, Felix had nice marks and even a few cuts (accidents) on his back, his ass and the back of his legs. I enjoyed having my fantasy become a reality.
I asked Felix if there were any chance he would consider relocating to Chicago. I could even get him a job. Unfortunately, he had too many commitments in Pennsylvania. We talked it over and we finally decided that it would not work. He is going to come to visit me this summer when he takes his vacation. Also, his company might be purchasing some more of our software and that may mean that I will get to return to do some more training at his company and some more dominating of Felix in my hotel room.
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