FEMME DOMMES 4
From Alan R.
Ms Sutton, I love your site, as I am an admirer of dominant women. I am married to a wonderful woman but it is a regular marriage with no kinky sex and no D&S. My wife is really old fashion and I hesitate to try to seduce her dominant nature as you suggest on your site. It's not that I don't think it would work, as there are times when she displays a very dominant side to her otherwise submissive personality. But I do not want to share with her my submissive desires toward women. We have a great marriage as it is now and she seems very happy in the traditional wife role and I do not want to risk harming our relationship in anyway. I do worship her in my mind as I make love to her and our love making sessions over the years have developed so that they consist primarily with me performing oral sex on her in a worshipful manner and then we have intercourse.
My worshipful attitude toward my wife was developed when I got to worship a dominant woman in my past. At least I consider her a dominant woman. She never wore leather or whipped me or anything like that but she dominated me none the less. At the time, neither of us knew anything about female domination, female supremacy, or D&S but my first girlfriend sure knew about using a man to fulfill her selfish desires. Here is what happened.
When I was seventeen, I was still a virgin and although I had dated a few girls, I really never had a girlfriend. My best friend had an older sister who was twenty-three. She was an absolute Goddess. Her name was Amber and I mean this girl was as beautiful as any actress and she was built better than any model I have seen. She was tall with blonde hair and she had the most perfect body, especially her perfectly shaped long legs and her perfect ass. I am not exaggerating at all, she was a Goddess.
She had dated many men, mostly older, and she was quite experienced when it came to sex. So imagine my surprise when she took a liking to me. I don't recall exactly how she approached me but she basically asked me out. I was so nervous around her. She had just broken up with one of her many boyfriends and as I think back on it now, she must have desired something different and that is why she set her sights on me, a young seventeen year old, inexperienced boy. A raw piece of clay, if you will.
Our relationship was pretty much a secret to most people. Of course, I told all of my friends about it as I wanted everyone to know that I was dating this twenty-three year old knock out of a woman. Most of my friends didn't believe me but they would occasionally see us out together at a movie or at the local pizza parlor. She never took me to any of the places where her friends hung. Actually, we rarely went out in public together. We mostly spent time at her place or at my house when my parents would go out of town.
She was very aggressive with me. I remember on our first date she asked me if I had ever had sex. I lied and told her that I did but she told me that she didn't believe it and she finally got me to admit that I was still a virgin. On our early dates, Amber began to tease me as we would make out and she would take my hands and place them on her breasts and her ass but she was just playing with my hormones and my mind. I was so ready to have sex with this Goddess but she just enjoyed getting me aroused and teasing me. What she was really doing was preparing me to become her sex slave.
After a few months of being with her, I turned eighteen. For my birthday, Amber told me that she had a very special present. I thought that this would be the night that I lost my virginity. Well, I was half right. It was the first time I had sex with a woman but I didn't lose my virginity. After dinner in public (where I made sure that a few of my friends saw us together), Amber took me back to her apartment. Her roommate was over at her boyfriends, which was usually the case so we had the place to ourselves again. Amber went to slip into something more comfortable. She returned wearing very sexy lingerie. I almost fainted. My hands were shaking and my mouth was so dry I couldn't even talk. Amber's boobs were sticking out of the bra and her ass was ninety percent exposed. She was so beautiful and I knew that I was not worthy to be in her presence.
Amber guided my hands all over her body and allowed me to fondle her breasts and the rest of her body. She slowly guided my hand down to her crotch and slowly slid one of fingers into her pussy. I was rock hard and so excited. Amber removed my shirt and kissed me very passionately but she never undid my pants. After fondling her for what had to be an hour and kissing her mostly naked body all over, I tried to undo my pants to free my penis. But Amber stopped me and told me to leave my pants on. I was confused but I obeyed. After all, she was the teacher and I was the pupil when it came to sex.
That night, I made love to Amber's beautiful body with my mouth and tongue only. She taught me how to perform oral sex on a woman and although I was clumsy having no idea what I was doing down there, she did have an orgasm or two. However, she never removed my pants and she rarely touched my penis. When we were done, I asked her why she didn't want me to screw her. She just giggled and teased me that she had no need for my Dick. I got a little upset and then she explained to me that she wanted a boy (that was the word she used, boy) she wanted a boy who could worship her body on a regular basis without being self-centered about his sexual gratification. She told me that if I didn't want to worship her body, then she would find someone who would but those were her terms. No orgasms for me, only for her. Of course I agreed because I wasn't about to lose her. I loved worshipping her body with my hands and my mouth.
This went on for a number of months. I would go over to her place and I would perform oral sex on her until she had many orgasms and was satisfied and then she would send me home. I was allowed to take off my shirt as she did like to suck my nipples some but I was never permitted to remove my pants or shorts. Most of the time she would order me to lay on her bed and she would hump my face with her pussy. She would move her crotch around over my mouth and I would just lick her. She wore me out. I use to gasp for my breath during some of her marathon sessions but I never complained. I was so taken by her beauty and so intoxicated by tasting her juices. I truly worship this woman.
She also had me tongue her ass. This was hard at times because I remember really having difficulty breathing as she would grind her ass in my face. Usually after she was tired from humping my face, she would lay on her back and order me to crawl between her legs to lick her some more and give her more pleasure and orgasms. However, I was never allowed to orgasm. I came close a couple of times by humping the bed as I was pleasing her but she would yell at me when she saw me humping the bed and she warned me that if I came, she would never allow me to worship her body again. This threat was enough to keep me in line.
I did beg her on a number of occasions if I could have intercourse with her just once so I could lose my virginity. She would giggle and tease me that the fact that I was a virgin made her orgasms more intense. I guess it was like a power thing to her knowing that a virgin male was orally servicing her.
We dated for about six months and I probably worshipped her body and performed oral sex on her thirty to forty different evenings. In that entire time, I never had an orgasm in her presence. I always went home and masturbated as I replayed the evening in my mind. I think it is a good thing she didn't know about male chastity devices or I believe that she would have put me in one to prevent me from masturbating. She did ask me occasionally if I jacked off and I always told her no but I am sure she knew better because she would tell me that if I did, that I had better not think of her when I was doing it. I thought that was rather an odd thing for her to say.
She finally ended our relationship after about six months and I was devastated. I really loved this woman and I had grown so attached to her. I found out later that she did date a few other men while she was dating me. This angered me at the time but I shouldn't have been surprised. It didn't take me long to realize that she was just using me for her own human sex toy. She was probably allowing her other boyfriends to screw her but she got a kick out of having this young virgin boy being her sex slave. But I can't complain. I knew that I was not worthy of her. She was six years older and her looks made her way out of my league. I was very fortunate to get the opportunity to worship such a Goddess in such an intimate way.
Ms Sutton, I have never told my wife about what really transpired between Amber and I. I told my wife that I dated this older girl when I was eighteen but that I never lost my virginity to her. I remained a virgin until I dated my wife three years after Amber. Ms Sutton, I would love to get your thoughts on Amber. The last time I heard, she was still single but was living with a Millionaire out in California. She would be about forty years old now. I heard that she was a career woman working as a consultant for some fashion company.
From Mark H:
Ms Sutton, I would like to share my real life female domination story with you. In my case, female domination was not a one-time event but it encompassed most of my adult life. I gave up much and missed out on a lot but as I look back I also realize that I received more than I gave up.
Today, I am a retired male in my sixties. I am all alone with no children, no wife and no family. I live with my three dogs in my small house on an acre of land in the country. I get lonely sometimes, as my only social life is a weekly golfing outing with some of my male buddies. I know I should get out and meet people and experience life but to tell you the truth I am content with my solitude. It gives me time to reflect on my life past and to re-live it with my memories.
I visit a young thirty-something professional Dominatrix once a month. I wish I could afford to see her more often but my limited income will only allow me this pleasure once a month. My monthly session with her satisfies my submissive nature. The Internet and particularly your website feeds my submissive nature between visits with my beautiful Mistress. I can tell that she really enjoys her session with me also. I may not be young and handsome as I once was but I am a very experienced submissive and she knows that I have few limits. This enables her to do things to me that few other men will consent to. She can sense my true adoration and worshipful attitude of her, which she says is rare and refreshing.
I was not always such a submissive male who had a reverence for the female gender. As a matter of fact, I was your typical macho and insensitive male when I met my future wife some forty years ago. I was a Navy man on leave when I met my Monica. What a beautiful woman. She was a natural redhead, spunky, feisty and full of life. She was a Goddess with a perfect figure, fair skin and emerald eyes. She was tall at about five feet, ten inches with very shapely legs and a perfectly round behind. I fell under her spell the first night I met her.
To save space and time, let me jump to our marriage. Our dating and courtship was typical and wonderful. We married and the first two years were normal and vanilla. I was happy but my Monica viewed marriage as a prison. She was an independent spirit and she loved the dating and the engagement but marriage was too much responsibility and not enough fun for my wife. I didn't know this at the time but she later told me what she was feeling during our early years of marriage. I thought things were great as she was being the good and submissive wife. I thought we had both filled our Ozzie and Harriett roles and life was great. I worked and Monica waited for me at our new home playing housekeeper and cook.
Now this was in the 1960's and the female liberation movement was starting to get cranked up. Monica was feisty and independent but she came from a very conservative home. She was not a sixties flower child by any stretch of the imagination. She didn't protest anything. Then one day, our lives and destinies would be forever changed. A couple moved in across the street from us. The wife's name was Janet. Janet was a staunch feminist and woman's libber. I worked all day long and unknowingly to me, Monica and Janet became very good friends. That was like throwing gasoline on fire, taking a woman with my wife's natural out going personality and mixing it with Janet's feminist philosophy. In a short time, my wife became a feminist who believed in female supremacy.
Monica kept a lot of this to herself at first. I knew she had joined some organizations with Janet but I didn't pay much attention to what they were or what they were all about. Before long, the cooking and housework stopped and she proclaimed to me that she did not want to have children, ever. That is when Monica and I began to fight and argue. I hated those months when we were at such odds with each other. There is nothing worse than an unharmonious home. Then to my surprise and relief, Janet moved away and Monica began to do her wifely duties again. What I didn't know was that Monica had met another woman at one of her feminist groups and this woman had Monica approach her home life differently. This woman knew about the female domination lifestyle and she gave Monica some reading material.
Monica was being the good housewife again purely as a smoke screen. She had developed a plan. To this day I do not know if she came up with this plan all by herself or were her female supremacist friends guiding her? I suspect both were happening. She had some women she could bounce things off of but I know Monica was ahead of her time and she decided to take her female supremacy beliefs farther than most her feminist sisters. She became obsessed and dedicated to female domination and male submission.
The first thing she did was she withheld sex from me. She didn't let on about her plan but every time I initiated sex, she would have an excuse. I was frustrated by this but I didn't protest too much because she was not cold to me and I was happy to have my home maker back. This went on for close to a month. Then one night I got home from work and Monica was dressed in sexy lingerie that emphasized her gorgeous legs and ass. Needless to say, I was more than turned on. I started to grab her and kiss her but she pulled away. She shook her finger at me and told me that we had to do this her way or no way. I instantly agreed to do it her way. She was using her sexual power and my arousal to her advantage.
She took out a pair of handcuffs. I have no idea where she got them. After she removed my shirt, she cuffed my hands behind my back. Now this was almost forty years ago, but I remember it very well. I recall that she teased me mercilessly. She had me beside my self, wanting to touch her so bad but being denied access to her body. Finally, she forced me to my knees and she had me kiss her shoes and slowly work my way up her legs. I was too eager and moved too fast, so she kept grabbing my head and forced it back to her shoes until I slowed down, worshipping every inch of her as I climbed her legs. I also remember that as she did this, she was forceful and demanding with her voice. I was use to her temper but this was different. This was firm but sexual at the same time. She was very authoritative and I found myself becoming submissive toward her.
I finally slowed my pace to what she wanted and I worshipped every inch of her legs with sweet kisses and sensual licks. My hands were still cuffed behind me. After I climbed her legs, she took my head and pressed it into her crotch. I will never forget this. Up to this time, my wife would not allow me to orally please her during our entire marriage. She did not feel right about oral sex. She never did me and I never did her. This was the first time my mouth and nose was pressed against her pussy lips. I started to lick but she forbad me and ordered me to just hold still and smell her feminine aroma. It seemed like time stood still as she held me there. She told me to worship her with my sense of smell. She took my head and rubbed my nose against her clitoris and inserted it into her pussy. My nose became wet from her juices that began to flow. Finally, she gave me the order to worship her by tasting of her femininity. This was the first time I ever performed oral sex on my wife. I explored her pussy with my tongue and she guided it to her clitoris as she spread her lips apart. Monica had multiple orgasms for I had never heard her so loud and so intense as she climaxed. I later found out that she never had orgasms during all those times we had intercourse. She couldn't achieve them through intercourse so she faked them. But this time it was very real as Monica convulsed with pleasure as she was sensually dominating me.
She held my face to her pussy and would not allow me to stop licking. I was becoming short of breath and I was wearing out. Monica showed me no mercy and for the first time in her sex life, she was totally focused on her pleasure. I was there to please her and she would only release me when she was satisfied. Finally, she stepped back and released her firm grip on my head. I gasped for air and I remember how stiff my neck was. I didn't feel discomfort while I serviced her for I was under her spell but once she released me, I noticed the pain in my neck and in my knees. But Monica was not done. She allowed me to catch my breath but she then took me to our bed and had me lay with my head at the bottom of the bed. She guided me on my back as my hands were still cuffed.
Monica then proceeded to sit her beautiful ass on my face. She reached and spread her cheeks and she sat on me so my nose was in her crack and my mouth was pressing tight against her hole. All I could hear was her demanding voice ordering me to lick. Here I was going from never having performed oral sex on my wife to orally servicing her pussy and her ass on the same day. I don't recall what I tasted or smelled as I licked her ass that day. This activity would become a regular occurrence in my life so when I close my eyes, I can taste and smell her beautiful behind. It is not always the most pleasant of taste and smell but it was always intoxicating.
The lines in my mind have been blurred by time and so many experiences that I cannot recall for certain how I felt physically. But what I can recall as if it were yesterday, was the wave of submission that filled my body as I tongued my wife's ass. I remember looking up at her and seeing her removing her bra as she began to play with her own breasts. I remember seeing her over her beautiful ass and seeing her lovely back and the back of her head as she jerked it in ecstasy and pleasure. I recall her red hair flowing and hearing her loud moans of fulfillment. I am sure I was gasping for air as this was a regular part of our face sitting sessions but what I vividly recall about the first time was how Goddess-like my wife appeared. As I gazed up at her, I slipped into total submission to her. Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen, as I must have struggled for air, turning my head from time to time to draw in enough air to survive before returning to the task of pleasuring her. Whatever the cause, I know that a spirit of male submission entered my body. Perhaps it was in me all the time but this act caused it to be released.
When she was satisfied, she stood to her feet. I remember that she climbed on top of me and kissed me with a fiery passion. She looked at me with such love and I remember that I viewed her differently. Who was this Goddess and who was I to be married to her? I was always in love with Monica but from this day on, I was possessed by her. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She giggled and told me that she wanted to give me an orgasm but she said that she couldn't on this day. I didn't understand at the time and I begged her. I could tell that she wanted to but I now know that she was dedicated to her goal and she had pre-ordained that she would be pleasured and I would be denied this day.
Ms Sutton, I would love to write in detail about the rest of my training but I know you do not have the time to read all of this as I digress back in time. I will try to sum things up as quickly as possible. Monica continued my training by denying me sex for long periods of time. It would be years until she got me a chastity belt so she left me to my word. I tried to obey but there were times I masturbated behind her back. I couldn't help myself. I didn't do it often and when I did I felt guilty and ashamed. Once she got me a chastity device, this ended my dirty little habit and greatly increased my arousal and frustration level.
Monica began to require that I do the housework when I got home from my regular job. She did it in increments. I started out vacuuming, then she added the dishes, then she taught me how to clean the bathroom, and eventually she taught me how to cook. Regularly, my wife sat on my face or laid on her stomach and had me worship her ass. She made me do this multiple times a week and it always stirred my submission to her. I orally serviced her whenever she requested it as we rarely had intercourse again but sex was primarily me going down on her. Female liberation had taken permanent residence in our home.
Monica entered the work force and got a job. She went through a number of them until she finally found one that she loved. I continued to take on more and more chores. Eventually, I did all of the housework. Her dominance over me was sensual domination in the beginning but as she read and educated herself, she introduced discipline into our marriage. We had weekly discipline sessions where she used her hairbrush or a cane she had bought on my ass. She would grade my weekly performance in my domestic chores as well as my sexual service of her. If I did not excel in her opinion, I would receive a more severe spanking or canning. Most of the time she was fair and kind but there were some occasions when she left welts and bruises and my ass was sore for a week.
The 1970's came and went and our life was one of total female domination. The 1980's came and she continued to learn from a few women she kept in touch with as well as the ever-increasing reading material and videos about female domination that became available. As Monica learned, she introduced new things into our marriage. It was in the 1980's that she got her first strap-on harness and she began to discipline me with a strap-on dildo. I remember wearing butt plugs for weeks at a time as she used them to prepare me for her strap-on.
In 1988, my wife turned 50. I had no idea what cuckolding was and I do not think she knew about this term as well. She had been dominating me for twenty years. My wife was still very beautiful at 50. My wife got out of the work force at age 50. She had enough of the business world. Of course I had to keep working and I still had to do the household chores. We needed some extra income to maintain our lifestyle so we rented our finished basement out to a college student. A nineteen year old male stayed with us. I will not go into all the details but my wife and this young boy were attracted to each other and this boy tried to seduce my wife. She was flattered but she did not accept his advances. However, she decided to tell me about it and she told me that she wanted to have sex with a nineteen year old. By this time, she had totally cut me off from intercourse with her. I was stunned but I also got excited about this thought. I don't know why, perhaps it was because a nineteen year old found my wife to be desirable.
She could have just done it since I was in total submission to her and I would have accepted it. But she loved me and asked for my opinion. I told her it was Ok but then I changed my mind and told her that I did not give my consent. This made her mad and even more determined to put me in my submissive place.
To sum this up, she had a two year affair with this young man in my house and in my bed. In the beginning they only had sex when I was at work but my wife eventually told this boy about our Female domination marriage. From that point, they would go at it all night with me in the house and I had to sleep in the spare bedroom, listening as I was locked in my chastity device, unable to touch myself. Talk about being aroused and frustrated at the same time.
I got to watch one time but my wife said her young lover was so inhibited in his performance that she never allowed me to be present again. He eventually moved out and my wife got over it. She told me that she enjoyed it primarily because of how it humiliated me and this added to her arousal and pleasure. She said it also showed her how well trained I was since I accepted her having a lover without complaining or becoming jealous. The truth is that I was plenty jealous but I submitted to it nonetheless. As I look back at it, I have to give my wife credit. A fifty year old having sex with a nineteen year old. That was quite a sexual achievement. From what I heard from the spare bedroom, she would wear him out first. Also, my wife had orgasms during intercourse with this young man, a feat I was never able to achieve. At least that is what she claims. Sometimes I wonder if she was faking those orgasms with her lover in order to add to my humiliation and shame. Probably not, I guess I will never know and that is exactly what she wanted to accomplish. She loved the mind games that came with this lifestyle.
Six years ago, my wife became ill and passed away a short time after that. Sad, but a part of life. I believe that I will see her again in Heaven. My wife was dominant and full of life clear up until the end. My wife made her peace with God before she died and I know that she is in Heaven. I miss her but I feel her presence each day. I know that she approves of my relationship with the Dominatrix but I belong to my wife and that is why I do not want to date other women. I am still in submission to her, even in her death. Nothing can separate me from her. She still dominates my thoughts every day. I still wear the chastity device in honor of her. I know she would want me to. I think back of all that she did to me and how she trained me. It still brings a smile to my face and it still arouses me. I would not trade any of those years with her. I got to live with a Goddess here on this earth. What more can a mortal man ask for? | 
