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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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