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I myself have had desires to submit to the feminine gender all my life. Some of my earliest memories reflect ideas of female supremacy. I struggled with and suppressed these desires for around twenty-five years. I feared confessing my desires to girlfriends as a teen and held them inside most of my young life.

 

At this stage of my life I am the slave of my ex-wife and she felt that you and your readers might enjoy how we came to the place of living as a Mistress and slave. Because of some of the details leading to my enslavement, my Mistress thought I might better tell this story, so I am writing per her instructions. I am now 33 years of age and my Mistress is 31. 

 

At the age of 24 I married this beautiful and thoughtful woman who 6 years later would become my owner. There was a lifestyle of heavy drinking on my part. My wife started to take responsibility for our future and our lives together. I was still acting like a kid, refusing to change. While she graduated college, I flunked out. My wife excelled at her career as a pharmacist and within a few years she had more than tripled my salary as I was still working the same construction job I had when we married. 

 

During the first couple of years together, I confessed to my wife about some of my submissive desires towards her. She was always an adventurous young woman and was more than willing to play some bedroom games. She was smart enough to use my submissive desires to get her way sexually but it never spilled over into our everyday lives. Early in our marriage we engaged in strap-on play, both from an oral stand point and she used it on me anally as well. She was always fond of body worship and oral sex. In all the years of our marriage she has never given me head. I on the other hand, have spent countless hours with my face buried in-between her legs. Around 5 years ago, she had a bout with an urinary infection. At that time she cut me off from oral sex in the traditional sense, allowing only oral anal contact. Since that time it would be impossible to calculate the number of hours my lips and tongue have been in intimate communion with her asshole. I quickly learned to love worshiping her anus as much as I loved her pussy. She was never very fond of sexual intercourse and that is something she allowed only as a special reward. It turned out to be one that I would receive very seldom. I have now come to understand that her dislike of intercourse was due to my inferior equipment (small penis) and the fact that I would usually finish before she was getting started. 

 

While we played these types of games in the bedroom all those years, her domination stayed in the bedroom. I would try to encourage her to take her domination into our everyday lives but the next day I would come home drunk. My alcoholism grew worse and worse. Most everything we had was a result of her career. I made little more than my own spending money. I had promised her many times that I would never drink again and if you have ever known or worked with an alcoholic you have some idea of the pain that I put her through. She came to a point where she hated any drinking and refused to allow me to drink at home. 

 

She did put our home, cars, stock portfolio, and bank accounts into her name. My paychecks were already on direct deposit and she had controlled the checkbook throughout our marriage. I found myself on an allowance of thirty dollars per week and she took my credit cards. If I needed more money I would have to go to my wife and ask for it. The thirty dollars wouldn't cover my drinking expenses and she would seldom allow me access to more cash. She became more and more dominant in the next year or so and I sank deeper into submission. Our sex life suffered and the bedroom games that I love so much became more infrequent. 

 

About 3 years ago my wife sat me down for a heartfelt talk. She told me that she felt more like my mother or guardian than my wife and she did not want to spend the rest of her life in a loveless marriage caring for a drunk. She asked me to leave the house and she intended to file for divorce. I begged her to reconsider and to allow me to stay with her. I told her that I could not live without her and that I would surely die if she forced me to leave. Now I had finally hit a bottom with my drinking. I knew I had to quit. My wife had been making most all my decisions for me so I begged for her help in quitting my drinking. I was totally dependent on her for everything and we both knew that I could not survive without her.

 

She told me that she wasn't sure that she still loved me and that she had no need of me as a husband but she agreed to help me get my life together before making me leave her house. There were several things I had to agree to in order to stay with her and I was willing and eager to do so. First was no drinking or drugging. Second thing was I needed to be more helpful around the house. Third thing was I needed to realize that I was living in her house by her mercy only and I should listen to and obey her accordingly. She put me into a twelve-step program and gave me the support that I needed to get started. It may be hard for some people to believe but I now feel that I owe my life to my wife. I had gotten to the point of becoming suicidal and I don't think I would have lasted another year without her guidance. There may also be some that read this and think that she has taken advantage of me in my time of weakness, but nothing could be further from the truth. The truth is that she saved my life and I owe everything that I am and ever will be to her. 

 

As I started to sober up I not only found things easier at work but I had so much more energy at home. I also felt that I had so much to make up to her because of my past plus I wanted to make myself useful to her so she wouldn't make me leave. While she no longer loved me, I was still deeply in love with her. None of my old buddies wanted anything to do with me since I stopped drinking so I had nothing else to do with my time. I had agreed to take over the household chores and before long all house and yard work was my responsibility. Without all the drinking and drugs I became interested in food and nutrition and started doing most of the cooking. Then all cooking became part on my service to my wife along with shopping and other errands. At this point she trusted me enough to allowed me to carry a credit card on shopping days. I use it for groceries and she checks the receipts very carefully. During all this time, my wife had stopped all sexual contact and we were living together more as a woman and her servant. I accepted this role gratefully and she grew into the dominant role with no difficulty. She ordered me about in the mornings and evenings and I obeyed her without hesitation. The more dominant she became the more I enjoyed my submissive position. At this stage of my life I had enjoyed D/s sex while living as my wife's equal. Now I was experiencing life as her servant without the D/s sex. I knew that I wanted both to be truly happy but I was afraid to ask. At this point I knew that I was walking on eggs and I couldn't take the chance of angering her for fear that she would force me to leave. To me it was like being on some sort of life support system connected directly to her; without her I would perish.

 

After I past 9 months without a drink my wife said she thought it would be best if we separated. She had helped me get myself together as she promised and now it was time to do some things for herself. She still had sexual needs and wanted to start dating again and she made it painfully clear that she had no desire to become romantic with me again. I admitted to her that I understood how she felt and would be willing to accept her need to see other men. I also confessed that I still needed her in my life and that I loved her more than ever and would be willing to do anything to be allowed to remain a part of her life. I admitted that I felt that I owe her my life and would be willing and grateful to accept any role that she might see fit to allow me. For the last 9 months, I had been submissive to her but during this conversation I was extremely servile. I dropped to my knees crying and hugged her ankles and calves while begging her not to ask me to leave. She did comfort me that night and told me that she would try to think of an acceptable solution to my problem. 

 

She thought about our situation and a couple of weeks later we had another honest talk. In thinking about our life over the past nine months and based on my subservient attitude towards her, she made me an offer that she felt might be acceptable to both of us. I could stay with her as her slave or we could separate. The decision was mine. She offered me a very reasonable settlement should I decide to leave. She also agreed to help me get an apartment and furnish it. As she went over the details of the settlement I became aware for the first time how bad she wanted to be rid of me. With all that she offered me, I admit that I was tempted to take all the money and go.

 

She went on to say that the only way I could stay with her would be to forfeit my rights as a husband and as a man. I would have to obey her without question. My life would be completely given up to her service. I would have no possessions of my own and my allowance of spending money would drop to $10 a week. I was to spend every waking moment in trying to please her and in making her life as easy as possible. She had prepared a contract of slavery and gave me a week to think it over and make my decision. She handed me the papers and walked out of the living room as if she had no further interest in my decision. The contract outlined the terms of my servitude and stated that she would dominate me totally, financially, domestically, and sexually.

 

The idea of being sexually dominated by her again thrilled me. No intercourse would ever be allowed but I would help to satisfy her needs with my tongue. I was to remain celibate and a completely loyal servant while she was to be sexually free. The document went on to explain that if I signed it I was willingly giving myself to her as her slave and that I was willing to forfeit all my rights as a human man. I could not believe the cruelty of her words as I continued to read about the punishments I would endure if I ever displeased her. My hands and knees were shaking as I finished reading it. It had taken me nearly 10 minutes to read it and another half hour to think about it. I was so overwhelmed with submission to her yet I was afraid of what she intended to do to me. In the end I could not resist her offer and knocked on her bedroom door. I told her that I desperately wanted to sign the contract. She made me wait the week before allowing me to decide and only then did she accept my signature. I have been her slave ever since. She has changed back to her maiden name and while we are still married legally in all other ways, I am no more than a piece of her property. 

 

A typical day starts with breakfast in bed for my Mistress. (She no longer views me as her husband and she is no longer my wife) While she eats I get her shower ready and lay her clothes out, making sure they are ironed. After her shower I towel her dry and shave her legs. I brush her hair and help with her make-up. I help her dress then I get her fresh coffee. She can then relax until time for her to leave for work.

 

I must come home directly from work every day and when I get home I immediately strip to my uniform, which consist of collar and thong panties. My first task is to start supper and tidy up the house. I get her a drink when she gets home. I remove her shoes and massage her feet while supper cooks. Sometimes she will play with my penis with her toes while I continue the foot rub. I usually suck her toes at this time if she desires it and the second set of toes to enter my mouth are always covered in pre-cum. After supper my wife relaxes in the tub while I take care of any housework that needs to be done and clean the kitchen. After her bath I do her nails if they need new polish. If not, I give her a backrub or full body massage usually followed by a lengthy session of licking her asshole. She will either continue to lay on her belly while I pull her cheeks apart and run my tongue as deep as I can up her lovely ass or she may have me lay on my back for a session of face sitting. She plays with her pussy while I tongue her ass and usually has an orgasm or two while sitting on my face. I am always denied sexual relief during this service to her. She finds that a thorough session of ass licking in the evenings totally relaxes her. The high level of excitement I reach during the face sitting keeps me focused on her needs throughout the week.

 

Once every week or two my performance as her slave is graded and I will be either spanked if I have been on perfect behavior or whipped at her discretion if not. If I have any demerits she will whip me until I beg for mercy. The following morning my ass will be sore, bruised, and will remain so for days. If she is really displeased with me, she will cane me until my ass and the backs of my legs are raw and covered in red, black, and purple welts. For extreme punishment I am forced to pull my ass cheeks apart and she whips my anus with a thin fiberglass rod. These extreme punishments always reduce me to tears and make me strive even more to please my Mistress. Two weeks in a row with the cane would be almost more than I could bear. I try to avoid this at all cost.

 

These sessions of "punishment" may sound quite severe and sometimes they are, but they are a large part of what I live for. As her slave I am no longer allowed to have intercourse. The only intimate contact she allows from me now is foot and ass worship and the punishment sessions described above. While the whippings are very painful and humiliating I still thrive on any attention from her. She does let me have an orgasm every few weeks. Most of the time has me put my legs over my head with my toes touching the floor. My penis is just a few inches from my mouth in this position and she watches me masturbate, ordering me to direct my sperm into my open mouth.

 

My Mistress dates most every Saturday Night and sometimes she doesn't get home until Sunday morning. I help her bathe and dress for her dates just as I help her get ready for work. On occasion she will bring a date home to spend the night with her and I am usually locked in my bedroom during these times. I forget to mention that I am not allowed to sleep in the same bedroom as my Mistress. I can hear what goes on in her bedroom from my position and I have listened to the sounds of sexual intercourse for hours. She has allowed me to watch her fuck another man on several different occasions. I am afraid to touch my penis during these times because I might have an unauthorized orgasm. My Mistress whips me without mercy for having orgasms without her express permission. 

 

I know that my Mistress enjoys her life now and is pampered to a degree that most women would not even dream of. She doesn't lift a finger around her home and her humble and eager slave caters to her every whim. I also think she enjoys the fact that she is worshipped as a Goddess and as far as I am concerned, rightfully so. I am completely overwhelmed by her beauty and her sexuality. I love her with all my heart, I worship her and I fear her. I also believe that she loves owning a male slave who is addicted to the joys of licking her asshole and begs for the pleasure of being her anal servitor. I also know that she enjoys her sexual freedom. I have heard through the walls how much she loves all the sex with different men and she tells me how much she loves their cocks. I also think she enjoys humiliating me by flaunting her sexual freedom while I am denied access to or even a sniff of her beautiful pussy.

 

I don't know if she enjoys the weekly discipline sessions she has with me or if she is just wise enough to know how to keep me motivated to serve her. I do believe that she enjoys her superior status over me and likes to show it by the discipline she dishes out. Whatever the case she easily keeps me in a state of awe, completely under her beautiful thumb. That is the only place that I ever want to be.

 

It has been 3 years since I had my last drink. I can't describe how happy I am to be free from that addiction, even if I did somehow trade it for another even stronger one; and that is the addiction to my Mistress and her charms. One other thing I would like to share with you is how aggressive I have become outside the home. My Mistress helped to put me into a contractor's business, which she owns and is President of. I run the business for her and this year if things go well, more of her income will be from the business than from her career. My Mistress did tell me recently that she was glad that I made the decision to become her slave rather than separate and she is pleased with how our lifestyle has worked out. I could not be happier knowing that even if she doesn't love me, at least she loves owning me. 

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