SUBMISSIVE MALE 7
From Nicolas:
Dear Ms Sutton, I have just entered into a FemDom relationship with a woman and I am so excited. I work for a local government agency and my office is in the basement of our historic building, along with about twenty other offices. A new woman began working for our agency about a year or so ago. Her office was on the third floor so I hardly ever saw her. Occasionally I passed her in the hallways, and I thought to myself what an attractive woman she was.
This past September, they moved her to an office in the basement, not far from my office. One day, I heard the women from the basement talking over coffee about this new woman moving into the basement. I didn't know who they were referring to but they were saying that no one likes her because she is such a Bitch. They said she is quick to interrupt you when you are talking and she is very pushy and aggressive. This turned these ladies off and they were upset she was moving to our basement. They went as far to say that they believed she was being moved to the basement because the workers on the third floor couldn't get along with this so called Bitch.
I paid little attention to their gossiping but as I passed the office of discussion, I saw this woman moving her stuff in, box by box. Then I put two and two together and I knew this woman I found to be attractive was also the so-called Bitch everyone was talking about. I immediately got excited as I put this tall, shapely woman with the pretty face with the Bitchy personality and reputation that proceeded her. I became instantly attracted to her.
People in my office warned me not to be friendly with her because the word from upstairs is that she will take advantage of you. If you volunteer to assist her in anyway, she will constantly impose on you and expect you to do things for her, was the word going around the office. I didn't heed the warnings and I went into her office and volunteered to help her carry her stuff from the third floor to the basement. She was wearing a tight pair of red corduroy pants, which highlighted her sexy ass. She was permitted to dress casually since she was moving her office on this day. I never realized she was built this good from seeing her in conservative business attire. This added to my excitement and submission.
I helped her move in and become settled in her new office. I saw her unpack her pictures of her kids. I took notice that she did not have a picture of a husband. I asked her about her kids and what her husband did for a living. She informed me that she was divorced. Now my heart was beating rapidly. There is a policy that you cannot date fellow employees but I didn't care about such details at this time. I was so attracted and drawn to this beautiful woman who had the reputation of being a real Bitch.
Over the next weeks, I made it a point to stop in to say Hi to her each day and the scuttlebutt about her turned out to be true. She began to ask favors of me and make requests of me, even though our positions had nothing to do with each other. I was making copies for her on the Xerox machine, I was helping her with spreadsheets, I was running little errands for her, but I loved doing it. I had to stay over a number of nights to complete the tasks of my job because I spent so much time during the day doing things for her.
My supervisor is hardly ever in the office so he didn't care because I was getting my job completed in a timely manner. However, the other people in my office, especially the women, would lecture me on how they had warned me about her and how I needed to tell her to leave me alone. I just downplayed it all by telling my co-workers that I was just being neighborly and kind. Eventually, the gossip went through the office that I had a thing for this woman and that is why I was so eager to do things for her. They were right of course, but I never admitted it.
Karen (this woman's name) enjoyed bossing me around and one day, she stayed after work and asked me to come over to her office. She asked me if I had heard the rumors going around that said I was being so nice to her because I was attracted to her? I denied it at first but I hedged enough that she asked me again. This time I told her that I was in fact attracted to her and I found her demanding personality irresistible. This pleased Karen and she asked me out for drinks.
We began to date secretly and Karen had me doing chores at her house as well as the office. One day at her house, Karen asked me to kneel down and kiss her feet. I was stunned and surprised but she said something like, "you're a good little submissive boy, aren't you? Show me how far you are willing to go to please me. Humble yourself and kiss my feet."
I obeyed her and she became excited by my humiliation. Her kids were visiting their Dad on this day so we were alone. Karen had me get up and she told me that she found me attractive. She admitted that she had always found me attractive and she could sense I was a meek and submissive man. I was the type of man she was looking for. She told me that she knew people at work did not like her aggressive and bossy personality but she didn't give a damn. Her personality is what drove her husband to leave her because he could not please her. She was a perfectionist and he was unable to meet her expectations. In fact, few people can.
She told me that she was willing to date me but only if I agreed to submit to her in totality. What she said goes and if I ever fail to give it my all to please her, then she would show me the door. She also told me that she did not want to sneak around with me so one of us had to find another job so we did not violate company policy. I agreed to her terms and I told her how sexy and desirable I found her. I loved her Bitchy ways and I confessed this to her. This must have excited her because she took me by the hand and lead me to her bedroom. We had sex that night and the next day, I began to look for another job.
About a month ago, she was the one who found another job and she has left our organization. I asked her why she took the new position instead of waiting for me to find a new job. I had some job interviews lined up and some of them looked promising. She told me that she didn't like her co-workers where we worked and not only that, but she liked knowing that I had to work with people who knew what a pussy whipped and dominated man I am. She explained to me how pathetic I looked during these past two months in jumping at her every command and my co-workers took noticed. Now that they know we are in a relationship, they will always know how she bosses me around and dominates me. This is exciting to her and that is why she wanted to get a new job and leave me where I am.
I get along great with her kids and the good thing is that they spend half of their time with their father, so that leaves plenty of time for me to be alone with my Bitch Mistress. Karen discovered your site, Ms Sutton, and has shown it to me. We are now beginning a real FemDom relationship. My Mistress has commanded that I order some D&S outfits and whips for her and to store them at my place. She wants me to order your procedures and she plans on taking your advice and performing one per week on me. Her goal is to see how deep into submission to her she can take me.
From Jay O:
First off let me thank you for your site. I have been enjoying it for several months now and am amazed at your insight. I am writing to relate a situation that I am currently in. A little background on me--I am in my early thirties, have been into Femdom since my late teens and have had three very dominant girlfriends. I knew that on some level, I was also submissive and craved that type of relationship. I did it (even back in the 80's) much how you describe to do it on your site. I just started to do more and more for them while requesting less and less for me. To me, the most satisfying part was watching them grow to actually ENJOY dominating me as opposed to doing it because I wanted them to. I can still remember when I was 20 and my 17 year old girlfriend told me that I was her slave. I knew then that I could act dominant but that I was truly a submissive.
I recently moved to Los Angeles where I am a nurse and because of extensive training, I make very good money. When I first moved here I was working only three, 12 hour shifts a week and it was great but I soon realized I was wasting a lot of time--especially searching the net for porn--so a friend of mine suggested I do some private-duty work a couple times a month. I called her coordinator and she said she had a case for me, that the pay was great but the family was difficult to get along with and had gone thru several nurses quickly. I could not turn down the high pay so I said that I would give it a try.
This family lived in a very nice 2-story home in Beverly Hills. My jaw dropped open at the neighborhood I was driving thru. Each house was bigger and more beautiful than the next. I was already intimidated. The Spanish-speaking maid answered the door. I speak Spanish but she seemed busy and showed me to the room upstairs where the night nurse was working with the patient. Marta was an 80 year old female with severe arthritis to both hips and lower extremities. She had recently had her left hip replaced and when that healed was going to get the right one done. I introduced myself and the night nurse showed me around. It turns out Marta was from Italy and was recovering from her surgery at her son's house. She was a bit hesitant at first with me helping her as I am a male but soon liked me because I was stronger than the female nurses and could be more aggressive with her physical therapy.
Mentally she was a joy to be around with a great disposition and was always eager to push herself. Objectively, she did not really need a full-time nurse but apparently these people have the money to spend and wanted Marta cared for. I soon met the husband, Richard and his wife, Sara, who live in the house. They are also both from Italy and were an attractive couple in their early 40's. They both look Italian with dark hair, eyes and skin. They also have 3 children that were born in the U.S. but spoke 3 languages, like their parents. Michael-16, was the oldest with Veronica-14 and Juliette-9.
The family was very nice and said to help myself to whatever they have, gave me their cell numbers and I set into my duties. I am half Italian but have never lived in Italy so I was not prepared for the amount of yelling by this family. Even when they are just talking to each other they yell. I don't know if this is typical but after a while it even became funny and I would do a fake Italian accent when I was speaking with them.
Things were going well after six weeks and we had a pretty good routine. Marta was even asking for another male nurse as I had worked out well and she liked the increased therapy. I even got to know their kids and helped young teenager Veronica with basketball in the back patio. She was actually quite athletic but no match for a 6'2" former college athlete.
Then, one day, I was late--only about 20 minutes but I felt horrible about the other nurse having to wait and it does not look professional. I parked my car and ran to the door and let myself in as nobody answered. It turns out the maid would not make it in that day so everyone was running around. I went upstairs, apologized to the nurse, checked on Marta and went downstairs to get some water and Marta's meds. Richard and Michael left as I was going into the kitchen and I could hear Sara and Veronica going at it. I had always thought that the spoiled rich kid was just a stereotype, but here it was in person. I went back into the kitchen when I heard Sara come down the stairs hoping she wouldn't realize that I had been late. All I heard was Sara scream, and I mean scream as she passed by the kitchen, "Make us breakfast!!" I stood there for a moment unsure what to do as Sara left and then meekly started to pull out a pot to boil some eggs. As the water was boiling I cut up some fruit and made toast like the maid does in the morning. When Sara and Veronica came into the kitchen and saw me Sara asked me what I was doing. I told her making breakfast as she had said to.
She got a puzzled look on her face and then started laughing. She then went on to explain that she had not been telling me to make breakfast but that she was simply repeating to herself, with great indignation, what her daughter had told her to do since the maid was not here. I felt dumb and embarrassed but we all laughed when I said, "Well just call me Jay the maid." But I will admit that got my submissive nature in high gear.
I started to look for opportunities to be submissive to Sara as I could tell her husband definitely did not treat her great--not badly, but he was definitely the dominant one. Over the next few shifts I worked I made sure to be especially helpful, even to the maid. But Sara never really showed any interest though she complimented me several times on my physique when I would work with Marta in their swimming pool, which she encouraged me to use whenever I wanted.
I guess I was hoping that somehow Sara would dominate me but it was young Veronica that proved to be the real dominant one. I had come home early from basketball practice because she had hurt her ankle and was almost in tears. I felt badly because I have twisted, torn and broken more things than I care to remember so my nursing mentality kicked in. I had her sit on the couch, elevate her leg, ice it, gave her some ibuprofen and something to drink. She was very sweet and thanked me. I told her to call me if she needed anything. I then went to tend to Marta when I heard Veronica, or Vero as they call her, calling me. She said that she needed help to go upstairs to work on her homework. I helped her up and she hopped on her good foot as I supported her side. I almost melted when she put her arm around my waist and held on. I got her comfortable in her room and left. A while later she called me again asking for something to drink. I told her it was no problem and to just think of me as Jay, her personal maid. She laughed.
The next week I saw Vero and I asked her about her ankle when she got home from school. She took off her sock and shoe, showed it to me and said it felt much better but it was still stiff. I explained it was stiff because of scar tissue that builds up around injuries and that keeping it mobile was the key and that the pool was good for that. She went upstairs, changed and then swam some laps. She really was like a younger version of her mother, Sara. Thin, curly dark hair and petite. She finished and said that she still felt like her ankle was not very flexible. I told her that I would rub it if she liked. I followed her back outside and we sat on a lounge chair facing each other. I had to fight to be totally professional about this. I would have dropped to my knees if I thought she had the first clue about domination, but I knew that would be wrong. I gave her ankle a quick rub-down. She again thanked me and went upstairs. I checked on Marta and told her that I was going to swim. I went into an extra room that the maid uses by the patio and started to change. As my underwear hit the floor Vero walked in looking for the maid. We both froze for a second and she left as I bent down to grab my suit. I swam my laps and changed again--this time locking the door. I did not see Vero until just before I left and I did not say anything to her.
The following week I apologized for leaving the door unlocked as soon as I saw she was home from school and she said it was Ok. I again asked about her ankle and she said it did feel better when I had rubbed it. She looked at me for a moment and I said O.K. We went out to the patio and I did both ankles this time. She said, "Thanks, maid, I would also like dinner if it's not too much trouble." We both laughed at her reference to my earlier breakfast misunderstanding. The difference was I was a little humiliated and excited at the same time as I know she saw my face turn slightly crimson. From then on our relationship seemed to change. Her requests became much more frequent and would at times not ask the maid but ask me for certain things that the maid could have done. I will admit that I was loving every minute of it. It also became a ritual on her practice days that she would come home, shower and I would give her a foot massage-- sometimes while she was talking to a friend on the phone or other times she would interrupt me to get her something to drink while I was giving her foot a massage.
Elise, I think Veronica has actually turned into a dominant young woman. We are still friends but she is much bolder with her requests. Often she would ask for things without even looking at me or waiting for me to answer. I would listen to her on the phone with boys and she was always the assertive one. Soccer season started and she was doing well. One day she came home with two of her friends and she introduced me and they started to giggle. They were sitting in the living room when Vero called me. I went in and she told me that they were thirsty and told me, not asked, but told me to get them something to drink. As I returned and sat the last drink down Vero said, "My feet hurt." I could not believe what she was asking me to do. She had never acted this way in front of anyone before. But I went along with it and pulled up a footstool to her chair. She had not even taken off her socks and shoes--which I had to do. I started to massage them and she started to talk with her friends like I was not even there. She talked to me only to say that she hoped that I did not mind that she had not taken a shower yet. I said no and continued. After a few minutes she said ok, now the other one. A few minutes after that she said, "That's enough", pulled her feet to her and said I could go help Marta now. As I walked out I could hear whispering and giggling but could not make out their words.
Her friends left and she called me upstairs after her. When I got to her room she said that she was thirsty and needed a drink as she handed me her glass. I returned and she said she needed another foot massage. I was a little nervous at this point as I had never done this in her room before and it would look pretty bad if someone came in. I took a seat on the floor and she sat in her desk chair. As I was massaging one foot she rested the other on my thigh. I had to squirm to not let her see me getting erect. I finished the other foot and quickly stood up and left. I was almost going to faint I was so turned on. But I appreciated her doing that. It let me feel confident enough to take a risk the following week. I again followed her to her room and took my seat on the floor but I had taken the liberty of wearing loose boxers with shorts that day and intended to let Vero know that I would do anything she wanted me to do. Though she could not see up my shorts entirely I could tell she was trying to take a peek. Then the phone rang and it was a friend of hers. She moved to the bed and laid on her stomach. I followed her and continued rubbing her feet. With her not looking at me I became almost fully erect and put my nose close to her beautiful little toes. They smelled delicious and I kissed one. She acted like she did not even notice.
She surprised me even more the next time I worked. I was off for almost 3 weeks for vacation and when I returned for a shift Vero seemed genuinely happy to see me when she got home. She told me to come upstairs and that she had something to tell me. She said that her parents had finally allowed her to go on a group date. She said a boy was there who reminded her a lot of me. I could not even look her in the eye. I lowered my head and she said that he was very polite and did everything she asked him to. Then she said, "Did you miss rubbing my feet? They missed you," she said with a fake giggle. I mumbled yes and practically dropped to my knees as she sat down in her chair. She said that she could not hear what I had said and I told her in a much louder voice that I had missed rubbing her feet. She asked "how much" and I replied "very much". She said, "then start rubbing them". As I was about to start she said "wait, did you miss them enough to kiss them--AGAIN?" I looked up at her with my mouth hanging open. I had no idea that she had felt me barely place a peck on her toe. She smiled and said, "it's ok, I didn't mind."
Elise, that is as far as we have gotten. My question is, how far should I go to teach her about being dominant? I know sex is out of the question but she has shown an interest in seeing me naked. Is Ok for me to kiss her feet? If she asks me to expose myself, should I? Should I let her dominate me in front of her friends? She seems to already be enjoying it and she will be 16 soon.
Marta has had the second procedure and I will only be needed a few more months. Should I try to carry on my relationship with Vero outside of work? I hope you are able to reply/post. Thank you.
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